I was made to be a librarian.

Maybe I should take up teaching. I could be one of those scary dominatrix teachers and spend the rest of my life looking good in rectangular glasses. However, I'm a little young to flaunt the rectangle look, so I settled for something purple...and abnormal. Wow, this is such a huge change from my last pair of glasses.

It was really hard to narrow it down between these new frames and a set of black ones with white detailing. Both were awesome, but I decided that the black ones were a little too OMGWTFGLASSES! and not enough "oooh, pretty eyes." So, I chose the ones that wouldn't make my greens jealous. XD

Here's a final pic of me in my old Modos (which no longer seem to be sold anywhere....I wonder what's up with that):

Goodbye old, battered lenses! (Why must I always make odd faces in photos?)

And here are a few pics of my more racy new ones.

Side, with me actually smiling genuinely. Sort of. I mean, for a camera smile.

Unfortunately, I think these glasses may have a higher nerdslut quotient than my older ones did....what do we think, guys and gals? Comment away. No, really. I want to know opinions on this one.


According to my eye doctor I'll be eligible for Lasik once I turn 21. If I ever got it, I'd have to keep glasses around for show. Some outfits just need them.

The shirt is new, as well. I got two new sweaters, new towels for uni, and a new bedspread and throw for my room here today. I've been doing mad shopping.

More later as pics arrive.

It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity.

This is me. This is my uncle's hat. By our powers combined, I am....Jay? O.o;

To klept.

I have gotten into a bad habit of stealing other people's clothes/accessories and taking pictures of myself in them. So far I have pics of me in Himi's glasses (which I will not post due to excessive nerdslut content.) I'd also have a pic of me in his shades, but his head is too wide. Then there are the pics of me in Daryl's shoes...he's a size 14 men's.

But, the pictures are always amusing. For example, here is me in a pair of shades which I assume belong to Fam.

Rose is in love with this pic, and made me send her a copy. Knowing my luck, it's the one she'll show her friends when they ask what I look like. By the way, she thinks my hair is "pretty." ^^;


This is what impending doom looks like wearing really bad shades.

The most disconcerting thing about both those pictures is how my hair, lips, tongue stud, and shades all match.

OH MY GOD

FUCKING treadmill! Mother FUCKING TREADMILL. I was ASLEEP, you fuck!

A New Record

Five minutes. They managed to make me feel like hell within five minutes of me coming home. Evidently they decided to partially redecorate my room when I was gone, and they've been dying to show it to me, so when we get here, down to the basement we go! (Except for Unc, who has yet to come down from upstairs to say hi. I've been here for an hour now.)

It's not bad, really. I like the new lamps, the bedframe, and a couple of the pottery pieces. The bed is too big for the room now, but it's still not bad at all. So I can honestly tell them that I like it and that they have done well. It was an odd feeling, and I was happy that things were going smoothly.

"I'm glad you like it. We're still waiting on the thingy, tho. (They have yet to tell me what the "thingy" is except that it is a thingy and it is "kind of stairsteppy...") Do you want new bookshelves?"
"Yeah, actually, that would be nice. These are starting to look a little battered."
"Okay. We'll look into it, even though you're here for HOW many days out of the year, exactly?"
"..." I figure she's joking and that didn't mean to be bitchy, so I joke back:
"But aren't you guys planning on letting me take this stuff with you when I finally move out? You're helping to furnish my first apartment!" Har-de-har.
"No, this is going to be the guest bedroom."
"...."
"What?"
"So, basically, without even asking me about it, you're replacing my stuff with new stuff that isn't actually mine."
"Well, I don't know."
"Whatever." *walks into bathroom, shuts door.*

Five fucking minutes. Hey, do you like your new room? Great! It's actually the guest bedroom, but we're letting you use the stuff for now. She apologized for it later once what she had actually told me sank into her brain, but still. Ow. It was said, and now I really kind of hate the bedroom.

*sighs* This entire city makes me feel claustrophobic.

::AFTER DINNER EDIT::
Some jewels from Unc, since he missed out on all the fun earlier.
1) In the car. Some backstory for this is needed. When they were up in Seattle a few weekends ago, we were talking about the car situation when I came back into town. Unc told me he'd let me drive the Crossfire and teach me how to drive stick, which is something he promised since I was learning on my permit.
Fam: "So, you're teaching her how to drive stick, right?"
Unc: "Why would I do that?"
Fam: "She said you told her you would."
Unc: "Yeah. Seriously, why would I do that?"
They thought I had my iPod on. I didn't say anything, but it just reminded me how right I was when I said I was going to get what he says in writing when it was important.

And then, at dinner.
*dude recognizes Unc, walks up to table*
Unc: "Whoa, [insert name here], long time no see!"
Dude: "Hey, how are you guys?"
Unc: "Blah blah blah. Oh, this is my wife, Fam, and our daughter, Minifam."
Dude: *looks at me...then keeps talking to Unc*
Me: "...- -;"

I was going to hang out with Rose, but I am tired and in no mood. So I'm going to go to bed and when I wake up, hopefully I'll exist again. >.<;

ZOMBIE WREN!

The night before travel is always the worst for me. I can never sleep.

At least once I get back to Saint Louis I can collapse in bed until I hang out with Rose at about midnight.

Must not forget to turn down thermostat. I hope I read this before I shut off my computer tomorrow.

I shall be famous!

I have figured out why Biology exams are so hard.

You're taking them in a different frigging language. Scientists do not speak English. Instead of "space to move in" you have to say things like "vacant niche in which an invasive species can establish."

Things in Biology don't "thrive" or "flourish" because those words don't mean anything quantitavely.

So yeah, you're not just learning new concepts, you're learning a new language. No wonder I had to frigging drop Japanese and Spanish.

*Goes off to be bitter before her exam*

Spike may LOOK like Billy Idol, but they are obviously not really the same man for one very big reason.

This is hot.

Unfortunately, this is not.

Two sleepy people should not talk.

Himi: I need sleep, as I'm going to try to get up early and live life like a normal stereotypical person should =b
Wren: Sleep well, catch you later. I'll be up in five hours. ><;
Himi: ouch =p I'll be snoozin, and hopefully waking up in 8, at like, 7 =b
Wren: *cries* so mean to me.
Himi: =(
Himi: /comfort
Wren: AAAH
Himi: /hug
Himi: /sleep
Wren: >>;
Wren: nite.
Himi: =)
Himi: /wave
Wren: to to bed. XP*
Wren: go*
Himi: go to to?
Wren: *sighs* you're breaking my sanity and now I can't type. XP*
Himi: breaking? damn, I didn't succeed last trip?
Wren: no, you did not.
Himi: well, it'll just have to be better luch nexct timae
Wren: ....that was some mad typage.
Wren: did you use your face?
Wren: or did your GORILLA HANDS just do their good work again? >>
Wren: *hides*
Himi: it was annother ploy in which to bring question to your mind as to that which makes the semblance of sanity prevalent in the core of your being as a rational person
Wren: okay. so it was your face.
Wren: by the way, photoshop froze when I was trying to edit blue into one of your pics today. XD
Himi: god never meant for unnatural color to added to the full silky tresses that adorn the crown of my being
Wren: ...weren't you going to bed and stuff, Fabio?
Himi: did I say golden tresses? NO! THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH!!!!
Wren: @.@:
Wren: *hides behind the couch*
Himi: OUCH!!! A SEAGULL!!!!! WHERE'D THAT COME FROM!!!!
Himi: MY FACE!!! AAAAAGGGGHHHH
Himi: get me the finest plastic surgeon on earth!!! NOW!
Wren: .....you left your fingers on when you were thinking again, didn't you?
Himi: great, now all I'm good for is crappy I can't believe it's not butter comercials, so much for my shining career as a sex icon, my hair has failed me once again
Wren: *blinkblink*
Wren: I asked for this somehow. I'm sure of it. Now I just need to figure out how so I can NEVER DO IT AGAIN.

This, and this.

::EDIT::
The worst thing about keeping this blog means I never write in my actual journal anymore, so I just end up brooding about things. This isn't a journal--this is entertainment. Entertainment doesn't help you figure out your problems or find ways to deal with your stress.

Over Winter Break I shall get back into the habit. I think it will be good for me.

I really need to start sitting zazen again, too. I wish there were a sangha nearby.

The Weekend

It was like my graduation party all over again. I am in so much pain today. Here is why:

1) My left hip hurts from wrestling.
2) My arms are a network of fingerprint bruises.
3) Back, as usual.
4) Shoulders, as usual.
5) Wrists, from wrestling, backrub, and cookie making.
6) Damaged dignity.

I get no respect, man.

Eri: Ah. You need to stop getting pinned, you know
Wren: I TRY. I was holding my own until he dislocated my hip
Eri: That doesn't sound very pleasant
Wren: It wasn't.
Wren: he's laughing about it, too. =_=;
Eri: Destroy him for his insolence
Wren: okay.
Wren: I think he likes you, because he read this and now he's laughing even harder.
Wren: I've lost all faith that I have ever successfully pinned a single guy. I think they all let me win. This thought shakes me to the core. =(
Eri: Then you must follow the path of Jean-Claude Van Damme. In every movie, he starts off as a formidable opponent, like you are, but not formidable enough. So for a half hour, he goes into extreme training with some wise old sage from a far east country. At the end of this half hour, he now has the power to roundhouse kick the world to death. You must attain this power and regain your confidence.
Wren: ....did you just fucking compare me to Jean-Claude?!

He's not a tame lion.

There are no words for how good Narnia made me feel. I spent half the movie crying in joy, and the other half on the edge of my seat. It was just like I imagined it when I was little and reading it.

The other movies need to come out NOW.

The chains have been broken.

My paper is done. And by that I mean that I am done with it. Heh. So after that and the presentation, I am officially done with caterpillars. Well, except for the seven busily pupating in the living room, but I don't have to DO anything to them anymore except feed them whenever.

So there it is if you want to know what I put myself through for the past few days/need a sleep aid.

*goes off to revel in the novel experience of needing to do nothing*

Target gummy dogs are the best fucking thing EVER

On candystripe legs the spider man comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun.
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead,
Looking for the victim shivering in bed.
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom, and suddenly
a movement in the corner of the room!
and there is nothing I can do when I realize with fright
that the spider man is having me for dinner tonight.

Quietly he laughs, and shaking his head creeps
Closer now, closer to the foot of the bed.
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes.
"Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy.
Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more,
For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light!
The spider man is having you for dinner tonight."

And I feel like I’m being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and I know that in the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold
And the spider man is always hungry...

A Smattering of Quotes of the Week for your Delectation and Discernment

1) Sarah: "Are dildos swift?"
Context will not make this any less weird.

2) Wren: "I don't drink after I have alcohol."
Sarah: "Oh reaaaally."
I meant to say drive.

3) The Campus Newspaper: "Come to Robot House for pie?"
Yeah, that was it. We don't know, actually. Was there pie? Is there still pie? It is a mystery.


~Also, the most recent Narnia trailer is making me cry like a little girl in joy. We're (read: Comic House and Himi) gonna go see it on opening night. And I am going to squeal and devour popcorn as I watch my childhood render itself on the big screen. Luckily for me, Himi seems to be just as insane about this as I am, so we can always sit by each other and act ridiculously happy while the other four pretend we don't exist.

I must survive until Friday. Ecology, please don't kill me, okay? =(

I present to you Maddo's birthday cake! (I did not make this. Matt made it. It is all-natural, 100% LOVE.

As you may be able to guess, we had no cake pans. That is a round pie pan and a square brownie pan expertly covered in icing to appear to have a uniform shape. We also had no birthday candles or icing to write with.

It was seriously the best cake ever. XD Thanks for baking it, Matt. I didn't have the time because of ecology.

Photo Shoot the Second (click for large)

I redid my hair again and managed not to get dye everywhere this time. Here are a few pics I took to show how cool it looks. The Burgandy I dyed over the purple with kind of fused with it, so in some lights my hair is really dark, and in others really bright.

For example, here's how it looks when it's dark.


But if I move over by the window the red shows through more (and my freckles don't get washed out by the flash.)


Here's a close-up of my hair so you can really see what I mean.


The shirt I'm wearing is new. It's this one from over and Queen of Wands. I love it because it is purple and very subtle.

Wow. So good it hurt.

I just finished this, and just wow. I love Murakami more than ever.

The caterpillars are home.

I carried their tank back through the snow and kept them alive with my purple fuzzy blanket.



Maddo took this pic. She calls it "Why Wren should never be a mother." Yes, the brown tank has the babies in them. Sarah. What were all their names? Fillorkadork, Biff, Dildo, Tulip, Sunshine, Dad, spunky, Toodle? Wait, those are eight names. There are seven caterpillars. Spunky died, then.

Snow.

The great thing about going to school here is all the people who have never seen snow. Maddo has seen it, but on the way to lunch she asked "where is all the water coming from?" It was so cute.

There are also a ton of freshman Hawaiians taking pictures and freaking out.

And it's just now starting to stick, so hopefully there will be no classes tomorrow. I like snow for the snow days, baby.

Okay, and it makes tea taste better.