o.<

I need to stop accidentally sleeping with my knuckle jammed in my eye.

Back to Reality, oh, there goes gravity

"Lately I've been thinking
of combust-ication as a welcome vacation
from the burdens of the planet Earth, like gravity,
hypocrisy,and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently."

Mike went home yesterday, and I was left all alone for the duration of a car ride back to the house because Matt came back in by the time I got home. Before he went I dragged him off to Point Defiance Park and we took a walk on the waterfront because the tide was low and there was actually a beach in existence. We got some pretty good pics, too, when some little five-year-old bratling wasn't hurling rocks at us (long story.)





We have no idea about the second pic.

*sighs* So much more I want to blog about, but am very tired. I'll probably post more soon.

I hate Alloy.

So I bought this skirt.

Let me preface this with saying I always feel very self-conscious in skirts. I always have, and I always will. So needless to say, I am very picky about them.

So I bought this skirt. It came in the mail today, and I just went upstairs to try it on. I put it on, look in the mirror, and go "hey, cute!"

And then I turn to the back, and the only thing I can think of is this comic. See, the skirt is ruffled, but the ruffles don't start immediately, so the material over my ass is SKIN TIGHT. And it's worse because the loose part doesn't start until the thigh, so the curve of my butt is actually being accentuated. It is so wrong!

I CANNOT WEAR THAT IN PUBLIC AND FEEL COMFORTABLE BEING ALIVE.

I went downstairs and ranted to the boys about this for a bit. Eri was smartly silent. In fact, he may have hidden. Himi wants to see it. What he does not understand is that my ass is completely comfortable with being absolutely invisible to humankind.

- -;;;;;;

"Soul Calibur Tongue"= <3

Eri is finally listening to the 101 song playlist I made him last semester. It has been interesting seeing how far he can go without wanting to kill me. Once we get to the last song I don't think he'll be able to restrain himself. (Thank God we still have another 20 songs to go and I decided not to follow my first instincts and make it the FIRST song...)

Baron is on a plane en route to his Uni from Detroit. I got some goodbye pics of me and him before he left. (Eri has to go through the same ordeal tomorrow, unfortunately. MWAHAHA.) Here are the two that I like the best.



I'm glaring at him, and he looks like a zombie. This pretty much defines our friendship, actually. Which is what I was going for.

Here's the one where we tried to make the photo actually look presentable.

I look like I am baring my teeth. >>;;;



Now I need to go figure out what I am feeding Himi and Eri tonight. And probably have some more caffeine, because I am incredibly tired tonight. >.<;

We still don't know what the hell a "Pocari" is...

Baron finished off the Pocari Sweat this morning, for better or for worse. My sources say he has not gained a shield. And by "sources", I mean hands. And by "not gained a shield" I mean "Oh my God, did that actually hurt?"

If he were a Japanese man, this would probably be all over Tokyo.


We went into Seattle after that with Himi and had some lovely fish and chips and some gelato for dessert. Here's a really nice pic of the boys (and their faces, oh em gee!) ^^;



We were going to go to the aquarium, but there were SWARMS of bratlings as far as the eye could see, so we headed off to Pike's Place and got lost in there for a while. (On a side note: I just Googled "bratlings" and got a lot of responses of brat-lings. Think of brat the food. Little brats. Bratling brats? Brat bratlings? How interesting...)

When we came back we made fondue. They really seem to have liked it. After that they made me watch Blade Runner, for which I shall never forgive them. =_=;; ("The little voice, Eri.")

I learned not to teach other people Wrenspeaky, tho. Bad things happen. Bad, bad, bad things happen.

Poor Love Moose. D=

Shields up!

We had so much fun at Uwajimaya yesterday. I got some wonton wrappers, some red bean curd buns, chicken gyoza, some udon, pocky, gummi, green tea ice cream and candy, and some apple sencha (type of tea). Baron got some spicy tuna sushi but has yet to try it, and Eri got some gummi which, if the living room floor is any indicator, is mostly gone now.

We also had fun in the drink aisle. I got my lychee glass-ball-scary-opening device drink I always like, Eri got a scary melon soda, and Baron got some clear liquid called Pocari Sweat- ion supply drink.

"Maybe if I drink enough ions I'll develop some sort of shield!"- Baron, at 11:50 last night.

But does it WORK? We had to know.

Here's the experimental setup: one glass, one bottle of Pocari Sweat, and one test subject.


And the procedure? Take cup, pour out the strange, clear liquid, and taste it.


"Hmmm, grapefruit," he said. And did not die. I had to know for myself.


I didn't feel all that shielded. If fruit could sweat, tho, holy fuck would it taste like that crap.


Then we made quesadillas, watched Road to El Dorado ("You know that little voice that tells you to quit when you're ahead, Eri? YOU DON'T HAVE ONE."), scared Eri's housemates, watched Heat, and fell asleep far too late.

I fail to see what all the hype about Heat is. It's entertaining, but easily could have been much shorter.

Today we're headed into Seattle with Himi to play around on the waterfront. Wish me luck, because I do have a little voice, and it's telling me I'm going to die.

S.T. Strange and You

Yesterday Eri came into town. We temporarily lost him in the airport, but 15 minutes later I spotted him over by his baggage claim. Baron was not sure it was him, but I most certainly was, so I managed to stealth up behind him despite my freaking bright hair and grab him around the waist.

Bastard did not even blink.

- -;

And then we spent half the day finding replacement contact lenses for him because one tore on the plane. The only thing I am going to say about this is that Costco is a very scary place indeed...

They also met the rat yesterday. Or, shall I say, the rat met them. It was a very scary experience all around.

First the rat had to determine if the strange creature taking over his side of the house was edible. (Evidently not.)


Then he decided to get brave and go introduce himself to Eri.


These pictures make me go *squee.*

Today we're going to Uwajimaya, which cannot end well since last night I dreamed I got LOST in an aisle of pocky, was chased around by robotic UFOs carrying trained spyrats, voted sexiest girl in class (what the FUCK is my subconcious doing to me).

I really don't think I need any more sugar. Especially after making 20 of my donuts this morning. All of them are gone. ALL OF THEM ARE GONE. @.@

I'd ask how, but I already know. Boys.

z.z;;

I am so sick of being tired all the time, yo.

The first lesson of Spring Break is...

Do not leave Wren alone in the house for five hours when you've come to visit. Chances are she's freshly charged her camera, and that always equals horrible, horrible things when she's BORED OUT OF HER MIND.

This is Baron. See Baron sleep. Sleep, Baron, sleep. To the left are all the game systems that I now cannot play because of his awkward choice in nap area.


After he passed out I went upstairs, figuring he'd wake up in a couple of minutes (I mean really, look at his posture. OW.) I ended up falling asleep for a little bit and woke up feeling quite refreshed. I decided to go try to wake him up so we could do something/plan stuff for dinner. The following conversation, though I do use that term loosely, ensues:

Wren: *poke poke poke....POKEPOKEPOKEPOKE*
Baron: *flail* argaaaarrrgrgrgrgaaah...huh?
Wren: "It's almost five o'clock."
Baron: "You say that like it's supposed to mean something to me."
Wren: "..."
Baron: *snore*

Okay, fine.

So I took a picture to assuage my bruised ego. If he is not up in 15 minutes, it may be time to break out the Sharpies and make like Picasso.

(I swear to GOD, Eri, if you don't get here soon, the beanpole dies.)

::EDIT 5:34 PM:
No Understandy: why is his phone ringing?
Eri: I was waking him up :P
No Understandy: I HATE YOU.
No Understandy: I WAS SO ON MY WAY TO SHARPIE HIM.
Eri: You say that but you probably weren't. But I needed to warn him just in case. :P
Eri: He might not listen to me though.
No Understandy: No, dude, now I have to hide them.
No Understandy: >.<; hate hate hate
Eri: ^^
Eri: I'll make it up to you tomorrow then.
Eri: WITH A HUG
No Understandy: Touch me and become a woman. I'm like the Midas of estrogen.

I actually had free time last night!

And so I decided to shake things up a little bit. Usually I dye my hair purple or wine with a red underlayer, but recently I've been letting it fade as much as possible so I can move on to lighter and brighter colors. This is why last night I was able to do the reverse of my normal hair and do red on top and wine on bottom. Behold.



I keep forgetting that anything red instantly turns me into a VAMPIRE. >.< It is pretty awesome, though. The color isn't flat at all because of my natural highlights and the darker underlayer. You can't really SEE the darker underlayer in this pic (hate indoor pics), so for an idea I suggest you look at the tips.

When I pull it up it's red in front and purple in back and the tips kinda glow. This is a lot brighter than I'm used to. It's sunny today, so Imma try to get a good pic of it outdoors.

Take Control

Well, midterms are almost over, so I get to get back to figuring out what to do this summer. I'm really hoping the subletters start posting signs soon. I did find a sign asking for a female boarder in a house, but living with a family with a semi-private entrance doesn't seem ideal. Maybe I should look into it anyway, though. I can't really be all that picky.

I've filled out my summer finaid forms and checked the "give me a workstudy!" box. Imma turn that in tomorrow and see what happens. I also have a rough draft of my newest resume done and ready to be looked over so I can take it up to that cafe and introduce myself to the manager on Friday. It's like two blocks from campus and seems to be open until at least nine, so I'm sure the hours will be workable. Either way, hopefully I can end up with a decent job so I can have some money to spend this summer. I really need to start saving again, because I have officially exhausted everything I put away in high school.

I've chosen my summer classes. I'll be taking my first class for my Pre-Education focus, an oceanography class, and beginner's yoga (it's free because I'm enrolled half-time.)

Ugh, so tired. Why is thinking about the future so damned exhausting?

Feeling charitable?

New Orleans Public Library is trying to rebuild. They are now accepting books or money. I'm sure I have a few things I can send their way.

Also, here is the only thing I remember from my dream last night:
Wren: "I still want to make a red-and-blue rag rug for the living room. " (It's true, I do.)
Maddo: "Awesome! It will look like a boiler room!"

...Made perfect sense last night. O.o;

This made my stomach go numb.

Which means it is secretly LIQUID CRACK.

My computer is a work of art

I've always hated the way Windows looks. Unfortunately, I also hate Macs, and thinks like Linux are...COMPLETELY FOREIGN CONCEPTS TO ME. So over the past two years I've been trying to get a modified Windows setup I'm actually happy with, but there have always been a few problems. UNTIL NOW.

1) I hate the start menu, and I like docks. But I like the start menu systray and hate the dock taskbar.

2) I like the Windows clock.

3) I like my mail notifier and Trillian pop-ups.

So here is what I think is going to be a near-perfect solution:

The dock is at the top of the screen like I've had it for the past year. The start menu is forced to be always hidden, but is still accessible with the windows key when it's time to turn the comp on and off or find programs I just installed. In place of the windows clock I have that awesome semi-transparent clock that has fully customizable fonts, colors, locations, sizes, and transparencies. The CD case in the lower left is my iTunes interface that has hotkeys (which I can't yet get to work, but we can hope) and downloads album art for you (with 90% accuracy). My mail notifier still pops up when I get mail, as do my Trillian notifications.

The best thing about the desktop, though, is that moon. It's not part of the wallpaper. It's a program that shows the current phase of the moon. So it waxes and wanes. AWESOME.

I want to do one final thing to my desktop, though I am not sure I am crazy enough to do it. I want to take my current wallpaper and make 23 other versions of it with different light levels to simulate night and day, and then download a desktop manager to change the wallpaper every hour. I've been told by people that they don't think it's possible for me to do that, but it most certainly is. I can change the level and direction of the light, the hue/saturation, and brightness. It would be a pain in the ass, but SO TEMPTING.

Okay, time to go get to my WEEKEND OF DOOM. I have more homework this weekend...

A: Daryl

Q: "Why is the telephone in the fridge?"

Special Intelligence

Wren: also, thank god I quit the forum when I did. What the fuck.
Baron: yes, it has gotten horrible
Baron: I think I'm done with forum
Wren: LOL I AM CORPSE CHILD AND I HAVE A CAMERA, DID YOU KNOW THAT?
Wren: WTF, NO RLY?
Wren: (OMG U ATTENTION WHORE GO AWAY)
Wren: STFU, NAZI
Wren: - -;
Baron: it's like the past three months of forum posting condensed into four lines of text...
Wren: I know.
Wren: worst part is that took no effort at all.

The World is Evil

I was beginning to be worried about Fam, but I finally got ahold of her today so I could thank her for the zafu/zabuton money and my Valentine's Day gift from Harry and David (pears, apples, and three kinds of cheese. As soon as it all ripens I am feasting on a plate of slices of everything while listening to 2raumwohnung.) She's doing okay. Muttered something about finding a 25-year old cabana boy in Cancun who wants to do nothing but ravish her. I quickly filed that under "Things I never thought I would ever hear my Aunt say unless I was suddenly ported to an alternate dimension where I was a cat."

The conversation left me with a general impression that the world is evil, though. I've believed my entire life that people are genuinely good, but sometimes things come along and try to change my mind, and each time it gets a little harder to get over it. Because of this, I'm really upset and depressed today.

First, my uncle evidently does not want me to find out about the divorce AT ALL. He says that he's afraid it will upset me too much and I won't be able to focus in school. I told Fam "wow, he doesn't give me very much credit, does he?" I mean yes, I am upset, but I'm keeping it together, adjusting, and looking for ways to help out, like getting a job. I've been through worse, and I am by no means a delicate porcelein flower. It sounds like he's trying to look out for my best interests, but I wonder how much of it was really driven by cowardice. He's afraid to talk to me about it, and this seems like the most reasonable way to justify putting it off. But like I told Fam, "so when is he planning on telling me, exactly? It's not like I'm going to be in the area any time soon." She has no idea. I'm not holding my breath. The worst thing about this is I just have to wait and pretend to be completely oblivious.

Secondly...I'm almost afraid to tell people because of how much its upset me, but it's what is making me so upset. I'm not that close with my blood relations, but there are a couple who I remember liking. One of my cousins risked the wrath of the family and married a black man. I always admired her for how brave she was and how happy they were. She had a daughter by a previous marriage, who when I was 12 married a guy who was 20 years older than her.

Well, I found out today that the daughter's husband shot her and then killed himself. She was only 25. They had four children, none of which are older than four, who now have no parents. The four-year-old was the one who found them. My cousin and her husband are taking them in so they don't have to be separated, but that child...that's not something that's forgettable. The younger ones will be fine, but...just...the world is evil.

I wasn't told why he did it. Maybe there isn't really a why. And that's why I'm so upset. How can things like this happen? How can someone actually DO THAT to his wife, his own children?

It's fundamentally wrong. I can't imagine a mind selfish enough to be able to do that to everyone he knew. Because he didn't just kill himself and his wife by doing this. He killed his kids, his family, her family, their friends. He killed me. That may sound weird, but it's the truth. He ripped something vital out of everyone who knew them in the slightest and told everyone who cared just how worthless he perceived them all to be.

I don't just feel bad for the children, or for his wife. I feel bad for him. I feel bad for everyone else who had to find out about this and has to deal with it now. That's why it's hurting me so much.

Sometimes my brain scares me.

Wren: "That prostitute who was hospitalized and had two pints of semen pumped out of her stomach... sucks less than they do."

And, if that wasn't scary enough for you, behold the new sign for our door.

Karma Slave

Well, the ex seems to have decided to stop talking to me completely. I'm not really all that surprised, but I do have to say it makes me kind of sad. I am used to it, tho. I haven't had a single relationship end with me on speakng terms with the other person. Doesn't make it any less sucky, but at least I know how to deal with it by now. And, well... I won't have any guilt for moving on. He no longer has any ties to me at all, so I can't hurt him.

That makes a lot of people I have stopped communicating with this month. My uncle, him, Anna, and a couple of other people from Saint Louis. Nothing is tying me down anymore, so Tacoma no longer has to battle to be my home.

It doesn't really bother me, though. I'm not as sad as I expected I would be, which is a good thing, because if I were sad I'd become bitter about the friendships and relationships that I've lost. At least this way I can move on with no qualms and keep the good memories.

Actually, I feel kind of free. ^^;