My room, she is clean!

Still! Somehow!

Meme!

Ever been curious about my life or computer? Now's your chance to have pictures to prove they both exist! Ask me for a screencap or a picture of anything in my apartment/on my computer and I will comply.

Random, I know. :3

So this kid comes into the store.

He's got light brown hair.

And he's wearing a knit cap beret-thing set on the back of his head.

HI, BAK-CHAN

^{His name's Logan. I'm searching for a kelly green speedo for him >3>} _{I wish I'd taken a picture of him, even though he's probably like only 17...}

The ironic thing is, I had just been reading some random thing about Bak, so it was all ironic coincidence. I probably wouldn't have even thought of it if Bak hadn't been on my mind in the first place XD

So! On top of everything else that's happened in the past two weeks, my body decided "HAY, LET'S BE ANEMIC" yesterday and I ended up on the floor.

( TRUE STORY )

Oh, and because I don't seem to have abused my body quite enough - I got my 12g loops in yesterday and shoved those in my ears, because I didn't have anything better to do. The left one went in easy. The right one bled, but it's not sticking or oozing now, so I think it's okay. I don't want to take it out because the segment is a pain to get in and out without tools XD

I wish my power cord would get here. I'm tired of having to use my notebook to write down my ideas =/

( Speaking of which... )

I'm sick.

Once again, life shows me its teeth, swallowing me into it's innards--the void of uncertainty and loss.

I feel regret. The last few days, I've been looking at the last years of my life with horrific scrutiny, and shaking my head at most of the things I've done. Though none of them, in the worldly scheme of things are truly that horrible, and worse has been done obviously, they are unforgivable by some eyes. (And no, I don't have a record of any sort with any law enforcement. I meant it when I said of no worldly importance. But, normally the importance of one spirit is more than the world entire--I know this first hand--and it can make a small mistake feel like murder in the first degree.)

20-20 hindsight. It's a funny thing. In one regard, you can see all the mistakes you made clearly, like the clear blue sky after a hurricane--shining the daylight down upon all the wreckage and debris. But, in the other regard, it makes you feel the loss, and regret for making said mistakes, and the destruction you have caused--like one of the survivors of the hurricane, looking upon the remains of the house his family has had for years, and how it all will never be the same again.

I've had lots of time to think; as I sit in my room, painting gears for jewelry for hours on end, music droning on in the background. I wonder if I'll ever forgive myself for my mistakes, let alone others. Some days, it seems too dreary to even consider.

I close my eyes, and try to let myself escape.

"When I'm at the pearly gates, This'll be on my videotape."

Lalalala. Asher is at synagogue with his dad. Sophie and I are eating challah with candy sprinkles. One of my neighbors put up a very ugly sign on his front lawn with paint-scrawl reading "No Dog Mess on MY YARD!" A dog poop would be less ugly. And damn, this is Louisiana--it rains every day--no dog poop survives one hour before being washed away. Cheer up, world. It's only dogshit.

Andjaina is interviewing Kubo-sensei! She got her one on one interview back. OMG, OMG, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg..... *flails around fangirlishly from here to tomorrow*

A Bleach write up on Kira Izuru. Just something done on a whim, and there be spoilers up to chapter 319.

( Details on the write up, notes included )

( The text and content itself )
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Conclusion? There's a difference between being weak and having a weakness. Most assume the former for Izuru, but I find the latter to be a more accurate depiction of his character.

I'll probably write something for Szayel Aporro next. Just because of his childish fits.

Title: Sunshine
Author's name: cccpirate / Karlie
Characters: Uryuu/Orihime
Rating: PG 13?
Word-count: 989
Summary: Ishida gets laid. Everybody finds out. Cue mass asphyxiation.
Notes: overtoned mentioned ages ago how she hated seeing euphemisms for body parts – such as ‘fleshy man sabre’. So I said I would write a fic deliberately containing the phrase ‘fleshy man sabre’. Ooh look, spoilers.

Future!fic. They’re now in Class 3-3, which means that they’re 18. Yaey. Also, more “failfic-that-sucks-that’s-going-up-because-I-need-space”.


( Mobile phones are bad. )

ANY GAME WHICH PREDOMINANTLY FEATURES VENOM ON THE FRONT COVER IS AWESOME.

And Zato's behind him, too. lsakdgkshdkgsdg ♥

Actually. This cover has really weird character placement. BUT I'M TOTALLY OKAY WITH THAT.

GOT IT BRAND NEW 15 BUCKS WITH 2-DAY SHIPPING INCLUDED, FUCK YEAH!

Is it sad I only give a fuck about #Reload slkhdgsdg I wanted The Midnight Carnival but that's so fucking rare and it's evaded me for years so I had to settle for something else and this seemed like the best way to go OMG BRIGHT COLORFUL GG ON MY PSP I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR NO REAL GOD DAMNED REASON SLKDGKLSDG

First thing I did was use Anji's DESTROY move. I'm such a fucking loser.

EDIT: I just realized that they put everyone who's fucking fabulous on the front. Oh my god.

Note to self: no more caffeine after 4pm. I invariably wind up being awake until 2 or 3 in the morning at the very least.

My throat is also a little dry and scratchy this morning.

Wouldn't Superman's cape add drag when he flies?

Woke up this morning so tightly wrapped up in my blanket that it took me a few minutes to sort it out so that I could get out of bed. Hint that my body wants rest? PERHAPS.

In other news, finally wrote up my drop post for Tsuna at Poly, and got Arturo back into the swing of posting. Not sure who, or if, I'll apply for next, but definitely getting back into the flow of things. There are also some other things I need to work on, which I will try to put focus on this weekend.

Ahh, last day at work. Only clerk, spending 9-3 helping with interviews, going to be tired I suspect. BUT! Friday! No TL! I will be upbeat!

and even this week that seemed to never end is over...
goodbye minna, see you in Vinci, or back here on Monday *^_^*
I leave you with a juicy zoo UPDATE!

ho lasciato a casa Parque Espana! ;_; devo morì subito!! ;_;

WHY IS SUCH A SMALL ORGAN FILLED WITH SUCH HATE??

My uterus is trying to kill me. Srsly. I SAW HOW TINY ONE IS AT BODYWORLDS, HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY FIND THE WILL TO HATE ANYONE THIS MUCH?

*dying*

Yes, and yes.

The "irrational" fear is of tornadoes. Deathly afraid of them.

But the common every day one that has a large impact on my life: staircases.

Whether going up or down staircases I always think someone (or many someones?!) is behind me. I've whited out on stairs before because this fear becomes so great that I become overwhelmed with panic. Wtf? And then staircases I see every day, such as the one to and from my room, the only way I can overcome that fear is to think about all the horrible things that would happen if I fall. Especially if I'm carrying something. I think: wow, I could just fall right on down and break my neck and die (sometimes I see forks jabbed into my neck or I think I'll lay at the bottom of the stairs with a shattered spine). Then I think about how the people at the computer would never know. Then I start thinking about if my parents would even think to notify my frequently visited websites, then I think about all the trash I stash away on those websites and on my hard drive, and wonder what people are going to do with all my crap. ALL WITHIN THE SECONDS IT TAKES TO WALK A FEW STEPS.

But usually the fear is so sudden and gripping that the paranoia takes over so as I'm nearly killing myself on the last few steps I manage to live so I don't have to worry about that nonsense anymore.

E questa non è una vulgaris scanlation trovata in giro... questa è proprio MIA!!


( fenomenologia della Madre di Crystal e un altro visitatore notturno... )

sì, questa giornata inizia sotto tutt'altra stella =)

I was just thinking that my elbow hurts so much. That I have to stop sitting in this damn chair when I type. (I can't use the one I bought at Ikea, because it conducts static electricity REALLY WELL and my computer randomly reboots more when I use it) And then remembered that I whacked it good on the door when I got home and let Guido outside. Woo.

Then, I decided to go downstairs and get a drink. I must've been sliding my feet around more, because they slipped, and I fell down the stairs. I mostly kinda slid down five or so steps on my ass and I think I pushed my arm down near the top of the fall. I also declared OW! and Debbie and Allan rushed over to make sure I wasn't dead. I'll probably be sore tomorrow. YAY.

I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR!