Yeah, Me? Of course I'm alive. I've always been reading. I am, after all, a Grade A stalker.

Lately though (well, to be completely honest, that's a severe under exaggeration), I've been extremely bored with blogging, and LJ in particular. I won't get into the details, mostly because the words "douche-wads" and "motorcycle wands" would come in to play far more often than appropriate by any standard, but in general:

Son, I am disappoint.

I'm probably going to change my layout to something else. LJ's broken this one and I have no desire to spruce it up.

I know, I'm actually changing something. It's a shocker.


Well, it's not, since this change arose from a severe case of laziness.


regardless, yes, I'm at college. Yes, I'm commuting. No, no felonies yet. Still hate facebook? Yes. Anti-social? Not so much, just busy.

Oh, and I got a laptop.

This is a companion post to the one I made before. I thought it was getting too unruly, so I split it up.

( On the subject of guns )

I had a very odd dream last night. I don't mean odd in the sense it was crazy, I mean odd in the sense that it wasn't like my regular dreams. It was short, sweet, and confusing in an entirely different way that I'm used to, maybe it was even profound.

Weeeeeiiirrrrdddd.

It just goes to show that colds can really screw you up. Since I'm not skipping around and trying to compose music or sketch the next Mona Lisa (with spectacularly hilarious results, at that), I'm going to rate this cold as "moderate". Really, the most creative thing I've done so far is make a square.


Out of chainmail.


( cut because it's the morally correct thing to do in this case )

I regret not looking at it longer, because it really was gorgeous. Each time I try to reconstruct it in my mind, it fades a bit and rearranges, losing some of its appeal.


I would love to get this dream interpreted, but, you know, traditional interpretation would end up with my having penis envy, and new age interpretation would end up with me having to find a spirit guide.


I suppose some metaphors about smelling daisies or regretting not enjoying life could be drawn from this, but meh.


I think that my brain was just trying to show me something that was transiently pretty, and I missed the chance by trying to capture it for posterity.

...

I just read back through my livejournal archives, and holy shit, I was on crack o_o

I think I'll just go and lock or delete any pots that happened before 2007. I shall be like the government and rewrite my own history. That is all.



Okay, so not really. The part about that being all, I mean.

I went out yesterday and got a new trench coat. My dad also poked me to get a leather jacket, and man, are they both sexy. I love them oh so very much.


(But now my dad and I will be mistaken for mafia members TOGETHER >_>)



You know what? I've been toying with the idea of scrapping this LJ and moving to a different one so I can start fresh,


...naaahh, I probably won't do that. I'll just create a few more accounts just in case. I love the name of this one too much to abandon it. Besides, I have 2 more days of paid time left of this thing.





I'm still not sure if I want to renew it or not, I mean, SUP seems to have cleaned up its act a bit. They're re-instating basic accounts and actually planning on LISTENING to their advisory council.

let's just hope there'll be no more witch-hunts.

Jesus, I don't want to go back to school -_-

I just got a call from my counselor, and apparently, I was sick for too many days of school to be able to move on to part 2 of IB English. Oh, I still passed the course, but I just can't continue it next year, so I was switched over to AP.


Suuuuuckkkkkk. I looked up the curriculum, and pretty much all the books were English/American. And I've already read half of them >_< I want the varied world lit curriculum! And the Socratic seminars!

On a more teenager-like note, my lunch is 11-12 AND I KNOW NO BODY~! Rawrr~! Looks like next year I'll be packing and spending a lot more time in the library.


I dread rifle team next year. All our good shooters graduated, the juniors are mediocre to decent, the sophomores are immature brats, and the freshmen will be worse. Yeah, if you can't tell your gun apart from the others despite THE GIANT NAME TAG, you have no business being on rifle team.

If your first question is "do you shoot blanks?", then you have no business on the rifle team, either. I mean, I could understand "are the bullets real?", but Blanks? What, is learning how load a blank and pull a trigger hard enough to merit a whole team for it? I mean, come on, what are we supposed to do with that?
"I imagined that the air pressure shot a whole through the center."
"Your imagination isn't strong enough, it was a 2."
"No no, it was definitely an x."

Yeahhh...

NO.


( Oh, and this is probably a bit TMI )

I'm going to be trading in my "Realist" membership card for a "pessimist" one. How could I have ever forgotten that it's hard to be disappointed in people when you're already expecting the worst from them?


Current standing:

Good things in life:
-War fan
-katana
-friends
-books
-food

Bad things in life
-everything else.











...who the hell did I catch the emo-bug from? I promise my next post will be more in character.

phoenixpaladin, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, you nab!


I now have the capabilities to make rose-jam cookies. You know you love me.



Really, you should have agreed to get that book I told you about. It could be useful...









In other news, I'm alive. Yeah, sorry 'bout that, everyone :X

Oh, by the way, since it's technically the 28th here...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, himechi, Whoo~!



I didn't want to put you in the same post as blood work ._. Sorry for the spammage.

...I just had my blood drawn, and I am not happy.


The first phlebotomist took her time, and poked my arm with her fingers for at least five minutes

I told her, "Um, they just gave me an IV a few days ago, and they had much less trouble finding the vein in my other arm, so you may want to tr--"

*STAB*

She missed.


She then decided that was bad, so she withdrew the needle slightly and started poking around with it under my skin. She finally hit a vein and the blood started coming, but she decided that was too slow so she tried to adjust by pulling the needle out. Slowly. While applying downward pressure. Eventually, she managed to pull the whole needle out and no more blood came, because obviously, the needle was no longer in contact with my vein.


So she put the needle back and stared poking around under the skin again.

...I don't think that's how you're supposed to do it.


She managed to fill up four tubes halfway with this method before the other phlebotomist said, "My, that's slow."
The first one replied, "They just keep sputtering out..." *POKE POKE STAB JIGGLE*
The other one said, "Let me try."

OhthankthedearfuzzylordonaSTICK!


She tried my other arm, and rom there, it basically went:

*Poke poke poke*
...
*poke poke*
*STAB*
*SPLURT!*


Then they said I was done, and the first one remarked that I looked slightly pale.


Well, yes, I would assume so. I just had three times as much blood drawn from me as I was supposed to have had, and I spent 10 minutes sitting down with someone poking a needle around UNDER MY SKIN. That, I will tell you, is less pleasant than being stabbed several times. It goes from a slight pinch to HURRY UP DAMMIT, I CAN FEEL THE NEEDLE IN MY SKIN.




Then I stood up and, lo and behold, a migraine was triggered.


Not a good topping to a crappy weekend.



I'm starting to understand why some people hate needles and blood work.


Lady, i know you're a professional and all, but I've been poked more times overall than you've poked me, ever. When I say you might have better luck in my other arm, trust me, because that's usually the arm with the easiest to find vein.


Now I'm probably going to end up with bruises on my inner arm, and the nurse will start asking me if they're track marks, again ~_~

There are times where I must say that I absolutely adore my upbringing. This is one of them.


I love razor blades.



I just spent the past 15 minutes dissecting glowsticks and I am in love ♥


The glass tubes! They're so thin! And colorful!


Now I have a glow in the dark vase, a glow in the dark piece of bent glass tubing, and a pair of glow in the dark gloves.

Love from all angles ♥

( For a long while, whenever I've had to show people pictures of myself or my sister, their first remark would be something along the lines of  )

In short:


If my house burns down, save my books. You can even hurl them out of the windows, they're sturdy little bastards. The pages are even numbered, so if worse comes to worst, I can put them back together. Just make sure to throw them far enough away from the fire.

Muahahahaha

Oh, should I? Should I?

I know my cats aren't the type to kill me (outright) if I decide to do that, but oh MAN, I think it would be worth it.


After actually reading the descriptions, I think I'd get silver for Roxy and pink for Alissa.


Gehehehehehehe.




In other news, school is canceled for the day due to weather conditions. So why am I up at 6:00 am? I don't know, I don't know~~


But I am repeating myself quite often. I feel sing-song-y and giggly. Not a good sign, oh no, oh no~



My bed looks really inviting right about now. Mmmmm~~ my (old!! Ancient!) best friend, so warm and squishy~

Ta~~ :D

( I finally figured our what I want to plant in our garden. Lycoris Radiata, also known as the Red Spider Lily, naked lily, hurricane lily, and Surprise lily. )

In short:

In the front of our garden, we'll have Love, love, beauty, gentleness, respect, and nobility.

In the back we'll have revenge, abandonment, despair, and disappointment.


...

Lovely.


{insert comment about life here]

Probably old news by now, but...

1,500 Inmates in a Philippine prison practicing "Thiller"


Wooooooooowwwwwwwww o_o

Since it's about midnight here...


Happy new year :D



It's been a blast being with all of you this year, and I hope next year is better for everyone <3



I luffs you guys :3

So, I'm weird. That's well established, yes? Should come as no surprise to anybody, yes?

Maybe I have no taste in music, but dear god, I love weird shit.


Today, I present to you, two men: Vitas and Willem. Both of whom, sound really, really weird.


Seriously, if you want to hear something out of the ordinary, go ahead and give them a listen. If you're pressed for time, skip ahead to about 45 seconds into each video and you'll hear what I mean in a bit.




This is Vitas, the Russian siren. He has an amazing range, and is very talented for making quirky music. No, he's not a eunuch. Yes, that's him hitting those notes.




This is Christophe Willem, he's the winner of the French version of "American Idol". I don't think he's a eunuch either, and yes, that's him singing.







...and for some reason, I'm finding these men very, very sexy.

Huh.

So, I have discerned that from school, I can only update and read some comments. I can not reply or read my FL.


Either way, it's cathartic :D

I have lunch 9-10 and I feel alone T_T Where are all of you guys~~? At this point, I'd even welcome last year's drama.

I go to the cafeteria to get energy E-N-E-R-G-Y, E-N-E-R-G-Y! I need motivation! Crappy coffee and homework aren't enough!

Where'd all the crazy go while I was away? DX

So, a little while ago we ended up having to bathe our younger cat.


...and I swear, phoenixpaladin and 1337_moogle, if either of you make a "wet pussy" joke, I will hunt you down and defenestrate you -_-







( Warning: Image heavy )


And what was the older cat doing at the time? Probably something like this:






...except at night, because we decided to bathe Alice at around 1 AM >_>

I'm back~!


W00t!

:D :D :D




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I'm so lame XD


So yeah, after a lot of fiddling and some new hardware, my internet works :3

About 8 cups of tea and a few ice cream cones later, I feel more like myself now~~<3


Summer gym is over, that means I have no other obligations for now. W00t~~!

For the 4th of July, my dad and I went to see transformers, which I guess was decent. We got out of the theater early enough to snag the fireworks right after they began. My dad took pictures, I should post them eventually.



We also bought a few mini-fireworks thingies that just make a lot of nose and release streamers. They were the really cheap kind that come in 6-packs, but either way it was fun.


The sound and the smell reminded me of rifle team T^T I miss being able to shoot stuff every day DX It was excellent stress relief, and I wanna go back~~!! *whines*

Oh~ How I miss the constricting jackets, the bruising slings, and the smell of smoke, oil, and metal! How I miss my little baby, Orchid! I'm so worried, I hope the IB art people didn't do anything weird like last year, when we came in and all the equipment was moldy or rusty >_<


It's enough to make me want to write angry poetry! Rawr!



...but for now, I shall have to settle with crying single emo tears while lamenting my lack of rifle markings. Woe D:



...

I feel kinda ditzy right now ._.