Essence of Comic House

This occured while walking back from dinner through Facilities parking lot, which is gravel, and damp due to rain.
*Daryl pokes me and Maddo*
*Maddo drops rest of Three Musketeers bar in shock*
Matt: "OOH! Holy resurrection!" *grabs it, blows on it*
Maddo: Don't eat tha-
Matt: *CHOMP*
Me: "You know, people spit on this.
Matt: *happily* "MMMHM."
Maddo: "It's like you're making out with the world!"
Matt: *choke*

Weekend of Doom Post the First: Attack Rats, Drunken Twister, and KOTOR

This weekend tried to eat me. But, since I am writing this, it is clear that I shall live to Wren another day. I am also very tired, but I think that's a given. I don't think many of us got much sleep, really.

Friday night was relatively calm. Himi came over, and we all fought over KOTOR. Sarah, Maddo, me, AND Himi have games going right now. (In fact, Sarah just yelled down the steps that even MATT has started a game...this house has been inundated by Star Wars geekery.) There was a short crisis where we thought the Xbox had overheated and the video card was EXPLODING, but it turned out to be my TV. I'm not too happy about it, since it's definitely too new to be pulling crap like this, but at least it's not the Xbox. The TV will flicker randomly, but if you switch it from AV back to TV and then back...it's fine again for hours. I was thinking I'd have to replace the TV, but if it doesn't get worse I won't bother. Also possible that it's some bizarre bleedthrough from the cable. We've had bad luck with boxes this semester.

Saturday afternoon I was attacked by S.T. Strange. I know some of you remember his earlier tendency to leap from the hands of random housemates and literally swan dive into my cleavage (9.5!!), but this is very different from a fully adult rat aiming for your FACE. Allow me to qualify this statement. Recently he has discovered that he can leap from the couch to the floor without killing himself. Unfortunately, he's a very big wuss, so he prefers to jump onto something that's not the floor. He's also learned that humans make very safe ramps down to the Carpet Wonderland.

So there I am, sitting about two feet from the arm of the couch, watching the rat run along the edge of the armrest trying to find a safe way to the floor. He stares at me, shifts back and forth like a cat, and then keeps running back and forth some more. I'm laughing at how cute he is when all of a sudden he LAUNCHES himself at my face. Time slowed down enough for the image of him flying through the air at me, fur puffed out, claws outstretched to gain purchase on me to be forever burned into my brain. Gravity takes over, and instead of landing on my face a la an Aliens movie, he channels Wolverine and latches onto my forearm, swinging around it to land safely. He's absolutely terrified from his mini-adventure, so I laugh and try to calm him down. My arm starts stinging, so I inspect it...

...There is blood oozing from no fewer than six cuts. The smallest two are an inch long, and the larger ones are paired and are about three inches long. Two of them actually criss-cross. I have no idea what the little bastard did to make such beautiful patterns, but my arm has been covered by Batman bandaids since then. It's actually kind of stylish if I don't think about how many people think I'm a cutter. =X

Then, on Saturday night we played Drunken Twister. At this point, most of us weren't actually drunk, but we'd all had two or three drinks, and that definitely made it interesting. I didn't drink much at all that night anyway, but Matt, Sarah, Trevor, and John certainly did. After Himi sees that I've posted these pics, he'll probably wish he'd had more than he did so he'd have an excuse for that pose.

All the pics of me ended up terribly blurry, but the boys seemed to get lucky (or unlucky) when it came to Sarah's camera.


Yes, channel that bad 80s music, Himi. XD


Butts! John, Daryl, and Himi, all just asking to be kicked. Or victimized by cameras.


Matt was booty dancing off camera. I am surprised he did not rip his jeans...


The Evil masterminds: "uh....right hand....foot...purple?"
"Purple is not an option, Daryl."
"RED! I meant RED."
No, that did not happen. But it SHOULD HAVE.


This is a good example of why I will never have children. I'd probably give birth to triplets who would act like these three for THEIR ENTIRE LIVES.


This is right after I fell over, so I figured I'd bunny ear Maddo in her moment of agony.

After Twister I stopped drinking and took a walk while Matt drank himself into oblivion with Trevor. John had a fun night between the alcohol and the porn I bought him from the porn store (no, there is no story behind this. Stop blinking like that.) I bought him a digest three-pack of erotica which I was initially going to give him in the middle of Cell Bio, but I decided not to once I opened the pack and took a look. The top digest was hetero sex...and the other two were incest mags. And they were really badly written. So now I'm even more convinced that I should publish my erotica. I mean really. How is the word "globules" sexy?

Needless to say, incest porn is a lot funnier when the two guys reading it aloud are drunk.

Trevor, apparently, was also the King of No Pants. We found this out when he left the bedroom at 3AM to go pee and announced it loudly to everyone. Sarah and I were in the hall, in a dark area where he couldn't really see us, and she didn't know he was wearing boxers. So she freaks out, sees Maddo in her room, and starts screaming "I didn't look! I didn't look!" Trevor comes back out, hears us laugh, and freezes in shock (think Kronk and his theme song.)

"I hear voices..."
"Go to bed, Trevor!"
"AAAAH!" *flee for bedroom*

Sunday gets a post to itself, otherwise there will be too much in this post. >>

My Asia in Motion Professor defies all scientific law

This guy, who I briefly mentioned looks like Alan Rickman, freaked Maddo and I out quite effectively today. Don't let that smile deceive you. This man has some sort of bizzare superpower. (Or is actually Snape.)

(pic has since been purged from the University Database. Just imagine a smiling Alan Rickman and you're FINE.)

Want to know how we know? Good, because I'm going to tell you. Take a good look at this picture.

This is Wyatt Hall. It's a three-story building with lots of pretty pretty windows. The wing jutting towards you in the pic are all teacher's offices. We were on the second floor of that building coming back from a visit with my Modern Japanese Lit professor when we see Snape head into his office. He unlocks the door, says hi, and settles down into his desk chair. We go out of the office wing, down one flight of steps, and out the double glass doors at the front of the building. As we are walking down those big cement steps in the foreground, we see Snape coming from the side path in front of the Office wing.

There are no doors on that side of the building. Or any flights of stairs. The only way for him to have gotten out there would be to have a) dove out his window, b) snuck around us while running full-tilt past us down a flight of stairs, or c) BY DEFYING THE VERY LAWS OF NATURE.

But it gets better. He starts walking down the path, just ambling along, off to get coffee or something. But within a minute he's gone farther than he should have going at that speed. It's like he was bending the world to suit his evil purpose. Soon, he was out of sight completely.

So yes. DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY THAT SMILE.

Homework

W: "Let's freak each other out by doing nothing!"
S: "Okay!"
W: *stares*
S: *stares*
W: ...
S: ...
S: "I think it's working..."
W: "Yes, yes it is."

Telemarketing Joy

This happened a while back, but I remembered it, and thought it was amusing, and figured I'd share. (Have a few ill-placed commas!)

Now, if a telemarketer is calling my cell-phone, I figure it's free game on whether or not I am being nice. Especially if they are calling me at 7:30 AM or right before I need to head out to take a Biology exam. Or, in the case of this one, when they simply will not shut up.

W: *ring* Hello?
T: Ms. Wren?
W: Yes, speaking.
T: Hi, I'm from *bla*, and we're calling to inform you that you're eligible for *coupons and gift certificates* for gas, groceries, and all this other stuff you don't need. All we need is your authorization to charge your credit card for shipping.
W: *warning bells* Oh, thanks, but I'm not interested, and I'm also on my way to an exam...
T: Ms Wren, we're offering you hundreds of dollars in savings from places like *insert big companies here.*
W: That's nice, but I'm really not interested, and I wouldn't use them.
T: Are you telling me that you don't shop at *insert company names here*?
W: Not really, no.
T: With all due respect, Ms. Wren, where DO you shop, then?
W: I'm in college. I don't. *click*

I feel no remorse, anyway, because I am quite positive she was a scammer.

New Semester Breakdown

I don't think I'll have to drop a class this semester. XD Here's what I have, and what I expect.

Cell Biology- Missed the first day of class today because I am sick, but I think it will be interesting and very hard. I really do prefer big biology. The labs are long, and supposedly hard, but also fun, and I've heard good things about the Prof. I think I can get a B if I apply myself. Not going to kill myself trying for an A, tho.

Fundamental Chemistry II Unless there is no God, I should have no problems with this. I've taken the harder version of the class, anyway, and have the notes. Just need to make sure not to slack off. Think I can get a B, which shows how confident I am, cuz normally in Chem I HOPE for a C.

Modern Japanese Literature- A small class of eight kids, mostly seniors, and the kid from my Japanese class who used to stare at me all hour. Spent all hour staring at me again in class, wanted to wave or say hi. Was just like old times. *rolls eyes* Professor is awesome, class looks interesting but time consuming. Not reading any Murakami, but I'll get over it. Pretty sure I can get an A.

Asia in Motion- Professor is a tall, short-haired Alan Rickman look-alike with a cheerful voice which makes the mean words he says seem less mean. Obsessed with 1" margins, adamant about class participation. "Rarely gives out As." So I'll get a B, then. XP* He seems like he could be a nice guy who just wants to sound scary, but I'm terrified that there's a good chance he is, in fact, evil like Snape.

January hates me

Come down sick the first day of classes, fight it off all day, then spend the night curled in a ball on the bathroom floor between dry heaving sessions when your immune system finally gives up that night? Oh, sure. I've already been sick, manic, and burdened with insomnia this month. Let's make me sick AND dip me into a depression cycle when I no longer have the time to deal with it!

A text message this morning brightened my day and brought me back steady for a while, but last night was hard. Tonight is doubly so, but at least with a stomach as rebellious as mine I can't really think for more than five minutes at a time.

My mom and my grandmother died in January. Sometimes I wonder if me getting so sick and so prone to swings this month is some sort of subconscious response. Then again, if I'm wondering... chances are I'm right.

Urk, time to go prove that it is still impossible to keep any meds down. At least I only have one class tomorrow, even though I'm not even sure I can make it at this point.

Missing the first day of Cell Bio. Fucking A.

NOTE TO SELF:

buy contact lenses.

why won't you play nice!

Past two days, have been unable to stay asleep, wake up at 6AM, finally go back to sleep at 7AM, and then *BANG*-- will keep on sleeping INDEFINITELY until someone/something wakes me up.

WHAT DID I DO?

So, it is now 7:37 AM. At 8AM I plan on sleeping until 1 or 2, packing my stuff, and then...who the fuck knows. Will I even be SANE by the time classes start?

Oh, right.

Well, I figured out why I haven't been able to sleep.

I'm manic. >.<

I can't believe it took me three frigging days to realize this. I can usually tell right away. Then again, it's manifesting rather subtly this time. I cannot stop PLANNING. Or messing with my clothes. Usually I do something much more active, like obsessively exercise or clean or write or reorganize.

...Then again, I have made my workouts a lot harder than usual the last two days. Maybe I just need to pay more attention to what the hell I'm doing.

I hope it's not getting worse as I get older. I really hate medicine, and so far I've been able to manage my swings myself. I'd like for that to not change.

Don't be surprised if I crash in the next two days, guys. It's how it usually works when I get insomnia this badly.

Sleep Deprivation+ Old Clothing+ Digicam= Post I'll Likely Regret Upon Awakening

So today I was looking through the clothes I left here when I went to Uni and I realized I have the SCARIEST CLOSET EVER. Want proof? Here are some pics, presented in order from least to most scary. At least I sized them smaller than I usually do.

First of all, least scary. I know you've all seen a modest pic of me in this, but I own a corset. WHY? Well, I know why. It was for part of an old Halloween costume, and I can make it look pretty classy, so I kept it around. But still. When you leave for Uni you can come back and go "Oooooh yeaaaaaah!" And then kinda wonder why.

*image deleted because people freaked out. - -;*


Second, we have a little vinyl number that I was told to never post a full pic of me in or people would die. So here's enough to give you an idea of the sheer SCARY. Yes, this is a nurse's outfit. Also bought for Halloween, but never worn for reasons of...I can't sit down in it without something to cover my legs, we'll just leave it at that.


Third most terrifying is this shirt. I think I wore it to a concert once. You have to peel yourself out of it like a banana and the necklace that holds the shirt up wasn't made very well. But...it cost $3. So it can basically do whatever it wants so long as it stays on and looks scary.



What could beat that shirt and be the scariest thing in my wardrobe? THIS, MOTHERFUCKERS.


And if you don't understand why "ICP" is scary, you need to click here right now. XD
(*sighs* I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no, I am not naked in that picture.)

I'm not even fucking dating you...

...which is why you've had the opportunity to stand me up four times. Because trust me, if I could break up with you, I would. I might frigging try, anyway.

I went to bed at 8AM, bitch. 8 fucking AM. And dragged my ass out of bed at 10:30 so I could shower, become presentable, and drive to pick you up. As I am heading out the door, I check my phone, which is what I should have done before even BOTHERING, because I know better than to trust anything we plan out is actually going to happen at this point. There's a text message from 1:30 AM.

"Agh, I just went to bed. Have to cancel."

FUCK YOU. And if you call me, prepare to face my exhausted rage, you fucking selfish bitch, because I was already angry at you. Now I'm pretty sure I fucking hate you and the air you breathe. So please. Stay asleep and don't even bother. You see me for like one week out of the entire year. How hard would it have been? Not worth the effort, evidently, which is why I feel dumb for even waking up.

I can't even go back to bed now or my sleep schedule will be even more fucked. So now I have to sit around the house trying to find a way to stay awake that doesn't involve raging.

You've gotta do the cooking by the book!

I am never letting that scary little girl in my kitchen.

This link is for Sarah.

Anyone else who clicks it will explode in fear and confusion.

A.A. hates me by now.

So, today I canceled a plane flight for the second time. American Airlines hates me by now, I'm sure.

I'll be staying in Saint Louis for the rest of break. I'll still be back at Uni on the 14th to get settled in and ready for next semester.

And the semester is officially over.

Grades are in. This is the first semester at Uni I can look at and not be ashamed of, even though I only took three classes.

Asian Art: I got an A- for sitting in that class with my head down and my headphones on drawing the Prince of All Cosmos. And occasionally turning in seven page papers on mandalas. I consider this like...the free cookie at the grocery store.

Ecology: I got a B-, which is actually slightly surprising, because I was pretty sure I was sitting on a solid C. I guess me busting my ass mid-semester to try to fix my grade paid off pretty well.

Japanese Religion: A-. I'm happy, because I wasn't sure if I'd earned an A or gotten a B+.

So yeah, overall this helped my GPA. Soon it will also be respectable. Frigging freshman year. >>

My quote of the day

Wren: "You mention sex more than a porn star at a job interview."

An observation from the Tea Way

"...[The] three most deplorable things in the world: The spoiling of fine youths through false education, the degradation of fine paintings through vulgar admiration, and the utter waste of fine tea through incompetent manipulation."

-Lichihlai

Motivation comes in stages

Working on a new AMV. Perhaps I should first finish the other one, but.

Let's bring in the New Year!

I didn't drink. There is no reason why I should have been woken up by how sick I felt at 5AM. There is no reason why I finally threw up 45 minutes later.

Now everything I drink tastes like liquid saccharine.

I'm afraid to go back to bed.

::EDIT 4PM::
Well, hopefully spending the first day of 2006 sick in bed just means I'll be healthier for the rest of it. It hasn't been too bad, tho; in times like these, having a laptop is almost as awesome as having 7-Up.