For Maddo:

Daryl laughed so hard he cried. Now it's your turn.

Oh, CLEVER.

Wren and the Amazing Technicolor Bathroom(s)

So, I redyed my hair again. I don't think people know just what an intricate process this is, so I'm going to make a little guide, and then show what happens when you get careless.

If you want to do the job right, you need the following for hair dying purposes:
1) At least two colors of dye. If you're only using one, don't even bother.
2) Toothbrush for roots and small patches of hair.
3) Comb for general dying.
4) Hair ties, barettes, bobby pins, clippies, if your hair is long and/or unruly.
5) Saran wrap/aluminum foil to keep dyed portions seperate (Needed if your hair is going to end up like this: see the bits of purple and red all over? Yeaaaahh...that was tonight. PAIN IN THE ASS.)

If you want to keep dye off things that are not your hair, stock your arsenal with:
1) latex/vinyl gloves.
2) trash bags that have been cut open to form tarps. (So this does not occur: Yeaaah, I've been scrubbing that for a while.)
3) black towels to keep dye off your neck.
4) nail polish removerfor small spots on surfaces.
5) astringent/toner for spots on skin.
6) Coment/Ajax. Nothing else works on sinks.
7) Scrubbie brush.
8) Large sink for rinsing. (DO NOT USE THE SHOWER. >.<)
9) Vaseline. Lots of vaseline. To cover your ears, neck, and hairline. Otherwise you will end up matching your hair for a very long time.

Be prepared to spend ten minutes setting up, 45 minutes dyeing if your hair is as long as mine, and about an hour cleaning up if you're an utter fucking MORON.

レンは テークノホアー です。

Oh, IME editor. I have no use for you now that I am no longer taking Japanese. But it's true! Wren IS a techno whore.

I ordered my new phone today! Thar she blows. (If you want to know far, far too much about it, click here for a five or six page review.) It has way too many features, but it was the smallest and most sleek looking of all the phones I was looking at, so I decided I'd give in and enter the ranks of those camera-phone bearing freaks of the world. It DOES have picture caller ID, tho, which I have a feeling I shall abuse for no short span of time to come.

It's Bluetooth capable, so I went ahead and got a headset. I talk a lot in the car and when typing, so I'll definitely put it to good use. Plus, it and the phone have rebates, so it's not like I'm really spending much money.

Ack, time to go order a replacement charger for this laptop. Now that Daryl's comp is fixed, my charger only works on it half the time.

Thank God my job is starting soon. I can finally fix all the little things that have been going wrong. Too bad first paycheck is going to OMG BILLZ.

::EDIT::
My God, what have I done?

I am now officially gainfully employed.

Le Grand Retour

My freckles are coming back! This is what happens after I get an hour of sun four days in a row. Once they've taken over my face they'll start to conquer their neighbors and form freakles. This, my dears, is only the beginning.

They always come out first on my forehead, but soon my nose and cheeks will freckle a lot, too. Next come the shoulders, then the arms, then the legs, then the stomach, and so on. I'm hoping to do a lot of outdoors stuff this summer, so chances are I am going to be nigh unrecognizable come fall. I'm very lucky that I freckle and tan, considering how pale I am.



My other goals for the summer consist of starting a tie collection and buying an ultralight laptop. Papoose is going to be delegated to Downstairs Comic House Computer, since I'll also be getting a desktop. Computer overload? Most likely. Do I care?

Hell no. I named my iPod "Chew Toy," you know. I adore electronics.

What happens when our professor mentions offhand that only freaks take his class.

FINALS WEEK: THE LIBRARY- The ultimate in reality progamming

Maddo and I took over a corner of the mezzanine in the Library today. I relocated an armchair into a corner with some Beethoven sheet music, stole a chair to use as a desk, wrapped myself in a blanket, and settled in. Maddo took over the end of the nook I was blocking and propped her laptop on top of a convenient stepstool

What follows are snippets of the conversations we had via wireless internet while writing our papers. I'm sorry, guys. This is what happens when you all bitch I don't blog enough.


Maddo: ex-boyfriend just IMed me. we haven't spoken in like five years
Prince Abubu: KILL HIM
Prince Abubu: (Sorry, instinct.)
Maddo: he's just rambling about how busy his life is
Maddo: which isn't exactly what i want to hear while i'm working on a paper
Prince Abubu: OMG, SEAN, IS TAT U?
Maddo: lol
Prince Abubu: you should have had an away message up
Maddo: "how's life" "busy" "just school" "yeah, a lot of school" "well i know how you feel. i work like 90 hours a week on the set of LOST" "...cool"
Prince Abubu: ...yes, he knows exactly how you feel. What the FUCK.
Maddo: yes. personally i think writing a final english paper is harder than working on a tv set
Maddo: but hey, that's just me, talking about some guy who didn't go to college 'cause i'm a snob
Prince Abubu: OMG 90 hours a week. DUDE, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO SHOWER AND I BET YOU DO.
Maddo: precisely
Prince Abubu: SMELL MY HAIR, BITCH. THAT IS THE SMELL OF FINALS. AND NO SHAMPOO.
Prince Abubu: AND CApS LOCK
Prince Abubu: >>
Prince Abubu: =X
Maddo: your P is small
Prince Abubu: HOW DARE YOU
Prince Abubu: I Am NOT COMpENSATING
Maddo: vagina (What she was referencing.)

Maddo: i hunger. do we have any foods at home?
Prince Abubu: ....=/
Prince Abubu: Let's go get some ramen from the cellar. My treat?
Maddo: you are such a big spender, sugar-mommy ;)
Prince Abubu: =_= starve, bruja.
Prince Abubu: I actually mean cup of noodle. And I just totally typed needle.
Maddo: mmmm cup of needles
Prince Abubu: just for you.
Prince Abubu: FOR YOOOOOOUUU. (For reference, click here.)
Maddo: all the rage in suicide instant lunch
Prince Abubu: Quite.
Maddo: massochistic nourishment
Prince Abubu: oh, yes. Every bite, it thrills. And also bleeds.

We're going to bed now.

What he said...

My life: A photoessay of schedule boxes

A rollercoaster of love this is not!

So I noticed last night that my left knee has been grinding. Like, if you put your hand on it when I move it, you can feel it creaking. I was a little worried about it, but I figured it was no big deal, because my knee used to do that all the time. (That should have been my first clue.)

Well, today, I went to lie on the floor and stretch out my back...and there was a horrible popping noise. My kneecap popped out again. The entire area is swollen, but it now glides smoothly when I bend it. No creaking.

Now I know. =/

So Friday I go back to PT. They just decreased my appointment times to twice a week, too, but after this, who knows?

*sighs* It's almost back to square one. Hopefully I can keep it from doing it twice in a row this time so I don't end up back on crutches and vicoden. Vicoden during finals is a not happening type thing.

Shhhhh.

Today is Day of Silence.

If I didn't have a presentation in lab today, I'd be participating now. After lab, I'll be silent until bed. I did it for an entire day in high school my senior year and got in a silent fight with my spanish teacher. I can't do that today. >>

-_<

Well, I'm technically not failing chem. If I do well on the next two exams, I'll definitely not be failing chem. STUDY TIME IT IS.

Just ordered a shikifuton for the summer. I'll post a link to it later.

Also want new laptop so I can take notes in classes. Come faster, July. >>

At least I can get a new phone next month.

This post was essentially pointless.

/flees!

*crosses fingers*

Today I go back to the doctor's and receive a verdict on my knee. It still hurts when I do steps and certain exercises, but Ewok Man says the fact that it didn't dislocate again during my physical therapy is a good sign. Hopefully I can stop going to PT and take matters into my own hands. And, if that's the case, hopefully I don't accidentally end up killing myself. I know the exercises I need to do, but I want to start running again, but I can't do that if I'm not fully recovered. >>

But if I don't start running again, this will keep happening.

A VICIOUS CYCLE IF I EVER HEARD OF ONE.

Oh, crap, I forgot to ask if he thinks it's okay for me to start meditating again. I guess I'll ask the doctorman and hope he can give me an educated answer. It will probably be "if it's comfortable for you." But it's not really ever comfortable. >>

Here's what I'm going through today, so all you folks who talk to me tonight will understand why I seem to have gone insane:
7:40- PT with Ewok Man
9:30- Doctor's Appt
10:45- Lunch, if I'm out of doctor's by then
11:30- go cry in my Chem professor's office
12:00- Meet my new boss and discuss work stuff
12:30- Chemistry quiz
2:00-5:00- Class
7:00-?- Finish Biology paper, do calculations, make figures and tables, read for next lab, do prelab.
?- ...sleep?

Off I go to see the doctor. Everyone send me spirit vibes.

::EDIT AFTER DOCTOR::
Three more weeks of physical therapy at three times a week, then I get to see them again. They decided to hold off on an MRI to see if I continue to improve. Unfortunately, I've not improved as much as they were expecting, or would like. He says if it doesn't get much better that there is a chance I have damaged my cartilage, which would still mean surgery. Which I no longer have TIME for.

Depressing.

And of course, now my knee hurts like a bitch because he fucked around with it. Bah.

I appear to be failing chemistry

This is going to be a long, long week.

Back by popular demand...

I would like to take this time to say YET AGAIN that whoever made mini-games mandatory in Kingdom Hearts II can kiss my pale arse. I'm never going to beat the fucking game at this rate because of all the ridiculous crap that they keep putting in. It annoys me and I stop playing for days because of all the sulking. >>

In other news, I have three papers to write in...a week and a half. One is due Wednesday, a draft of one is due nextTuesday, and a final third one is due...at some point. What are they on?
1) Enzyme activity at three different pHs.
2) Not a fucking clue. Something on one of the books I read this year for Modern Japanese Lit. I probably need to figure this out since I need to start writing it this weekend. I'm also not sure how long this one is supposed to be.
3) Not a fucking clue. It needs to be a 15-page paper for Asia in Motion. At least I think it's 15. Maybe it's ten. I just remember it sounding like a ridiculous number of pages at the time. I'm thinking I'll do something on Aum Shinrikyo. Asian politics befuddle me, but religions (and cults, in this case) I can handle. I'd probably discuss the warped Buddhist beliefs contained in Aum's teachings and then try to discuss the political and social problems that caused the rise of the cult. It would interest me, and hopefully be something he likes.

Maddo yelled at me for not blogging all weekend. Sarah did too. "WE WANTED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING!" I just figured I'd tell them when I got back. XP* I had fun. Am still incredibly tired and bruised, but that's par for the course when I do ANYTHING. >.<;

I've had enough of these snakes!

I am going to be so damned tired tomorrow!

Today
1) 7:40-8:30: Physical therapy. (Again.)
2)8:30-9:00: Reading for Asia in Motion
3)9:00-10:00: Pack, laundry, get ready for classes. Remember to charge camera battery, phone, and iPod.
4)10:00-11:00: Laundry, call Walgreens.
5)11:00-11:45: Meet with Nesh and lab partner about exam we failed.
6)11:45-12:30: Grab food.
7)12:30-5:00: CLASS. O_O
8)5:00-6:00: Pack, pick up prescription.
9)6:00-7:00: Dinner.
10)7:00-7:45: Veg out.
11)7:45: Leave for airport.
12)10:00: Call Mike out of boredom, buy book and hot cocoa as per airport ritual.
13) 11:02: Depart.

Note to self: LEARN TO SLEEP ON PLANES.

::EDIT::
Well, it looks like I get make-up problems for the chem exam. Unfortunately, it's only going to raise my grade to a D or so. Then again, better a D than an F. I still cannot believe I did that poorly.

I skipped chem because I was angry at him for some of the stuff he only gave 1/2 credit for. So now I have time to veg. I'm almost done packing (I will be completely done once I shower). Just need to remember to withdraw money at dinner, pack two movies, and grab my chem stuff and the book I need to read for Tuesday.

Like any of you care, but I lost my planner a month ago, and I need to keep this straight in my head.

About fucking time I got a break

House is squared away, classes are registered for, job has been gotten. My summer is almost completely finalized.

I AM SO RELAXED.

It's the joke that just gets more funny with time.

...And I don't just mean my thesis. Look carefully.

Yes, I redid my desktop yet again, but that's not the focus of this picture. *snickers* Though I'm not minding blatantly showing it off.

Somethingspective

Have you ever written a paper, turned it in, and then, when asked what it was about, been unable to explain because you actually have no clue yourself? I hadn't until today. I have a paper written. It has a thesis, and supporting points, but I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm talking about. Hopefully that won't show through. I'm actually kind of afraid to revise it...

I haven't shown up to Monday Chem class in probably two months. I decided to go today, which was a good thing, because he had decided to cancel lab and just do the lab work in class during the lecture. I have the best luck sometimes. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to extend to tests. I failed my chem exam, and since Nesh knows I am by no means an idiot, he's asked me to come into conference with him on Thursday. My grade should be fine-- I think I have an A in lab, and I got a B on my other exam, so the worst grade I'm looking at after my final is a C or so. And for chem class, that's something I will quite happily take.

I did get a random e-mail from the security people. They're updating me on their progress with my references. Evidently my interviewer had a "very nice" conversation with my Mod Jap Lit prof. I'm hoping, since they did the updating and not me, that this means I have the job. I'm almost certain I do, but I don't want to get my hopes up.

Tonight I need to:
1) Edit paper
2) recopy Bio notesHalway done.
3) set up shuttle to and from the airport
4) fill out independent verification worksheet. Every year I am required by law to prove that my parents are still dead.
5) sort through music library--it's been breeding again.

I'm getting pretty fed up with my ex. I hate him trying to be so sugary sweet to me when all he does is piss and moan to my friends about me. He's told them they're terrible friends because they let me walk all over them. If you've ever spent a day in this house, you know that is most certainly not the case. So basically he's telling everyone I'm a domineering bitch and then being all "Happy Easter, have a great day, you were the most awesome thing that ever happened to me, let's be buddeez!" Which also annoyed me, because considering how weird he was about me being Buddhist, you'd think he would be afraid to say something like that to me about a Christian holiday. It just seemed either dense, hypocritical, or openly provacative. I still can't decide.

Maddo has since taken to calling it Bunny-Ear Day, much to the joy and satisfaction of the rest of the house.

Mmm. He also says I've been "twisting what he says." Evidently he had permission to get on my computer when he did and browsed through all my chat logs. And techically, I had told him yes, but letting someone browse the internet does not automatically mean they are entitled to view every fucking file on the hard drive. (Man, if he had REALLY wanted to get angry, he should have looked through my pictures folder. Fucking jealous bastard.) So basically, since I told him he could use my comp to look up directions to apartment places, I have no right to blame him for violating my privacy.

WHAT CRAZY MOON SPHERE ARE YOU FROM?

*sighs* Then again, I guess I can't complain, because at least I'm not having to deal with all of this firsthand.