So I received a letter from my student adviser.

( Said letter )

... And I responded as such.

( My letter )


... I really want to do BOTH. Am I a glutton for punishment?? She said there was a possibility of taking it separately so...? But man... that sounds like the most exciting opportunity ever!!! *giddy*

P.S. This ad that showed up on the edge of my journal after updating really ruffles my politically correct Massachusetts feathers. How dare they advertise such baseness on MY journal!

JOB ATTAIN

I CLAP

...and totally know I can now afford to buy a new backpack instead of toting this cokehead cola one thats too small for my nerd things.

I work tuesdays and thursdays 9-11 am and 1-4 P.M. MY HOURS ARE WAY TOO GOOD.

Mesuspects a certain pampering is afoot.

I'm totally writing for project_arcana  for the next hour.

Oh and...


NecRose the Rotbloom by *kilderok on deviantART

Just sharing what I hope to transform into a nice apparel design. I'll post about it here and lemme know ifya want one when I get it all setup for bizz.

UPDATING FROM COLLEGE

EXPLOSIONS

WHEE

HAY, GO GET A BLOG AT BLOGGER.COM AND FOLLOW ME THERE KAY? Business portal. RIGHT HERE.

One non-dorm, commission poster and 170 dollar rent payment second later, I'm 14 hours away from my first college class. I gotta start raking in some cash FAST because its disappearing fast. I could use some advertisement.

Living with a baby is proving less hideous than expected, but its stll pretty scary. Going to bed with the knowledge that she'll probably wake me up in the middle of the night three or four times, causing a murderous sort of crankiness---well, I'm sewing MINE up as to never kill and eat any that could potentially fly out of me alien style should I be stupid enough to give up my virginity.

Weak.


Quote of the day:"Nuts, balls, penis."

EDIT: QUIT FUCKING TURNING THE T.V ON KID!"

I suppose this can be counted as proof that I was destined to write crack!fic from the onset of my first real fandom.


Title: Super Dogs
Author: m_buggie
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: implied Mr. White/ Mr. Orange
Word Count: 1,652
Rating: PG-13
Standard Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: Unrepentant crack!fic. This is what happens when I watch Mystery Men and Reservoir Dogs back to back.

~x~x~

( Trouble brews deep in the heart of Los Angeles )


Yeah...I have no excuses...

Samorost 2

Synopsis: Main character is the little white gnome whose dog has been kidnapped by the aliens. Your mission is to rescue the poor puppy.


I'm not kidding. That's the plot of the game. It's actually a two-part game--the second part, after you rescue the puppy, takes place on a strange planet you crash land on--you have to find your way off!

Where do I start on how much I love this game? I think what really hooked me from the very start was the beautiful and eerie designs and illustrations. The gnome's home planet looks like a hovering chunk of tree root, complete with weeds and what looks like a rusty screw in the bark. A lot of love and passion went into each screen, and in contrast with the rich settings, the active characters moving on screen (the gnome, dog, and aliens, amongst other strange things) are so simplistic that somehow they fit just right.

Who cares about graphics if the game is no fun? But don't worry, it's definitely challenging. It's a click-around puzzle game where you have to manipulate your surroundings in order to move from one area to the next. For example, in one scene you're descending into the aliens' lair and there's a small hole on the right side. The only way to get there is by using the spider web, but in order to do that you have to get one of the strange creatures nearby to eat a bug, regurgitate it, stimulate the fly to land on the puke (don't worry, it doesn't look yucky XD), then click on the spiderweb, launching the spider to roll up the poor fly--THEN you can swing on into the hole. Each level is engaging and it's a real treat just to look around at the imaginative and creepy settings. XD

Oh, and did I mention the music is really clever? If you have an eerie atmospheric game, you really need music that fits. The only thing I dislike about this game is that the free version ends right after you save the dog, so I couldn't go any further. ;_; And being a poor college student, I'm not paying to pursue the rest. XD It took me a really long time to work through the puzzles, but it was a great exercise for my brain!

Jesus kids, I already have so much commission work its coming out my ears. I've met so many people who have already heard of me. It's fucking weird.

I went to being that creepy thing at the end of Second street for six years, to a banker skeleton and later a banker blob, to Magnolia celebrity.

I'm working on some commission work to bring business in from college students at the place  Adrian cooks --immaculately-- I might add. I'm doing three ad posters, kittie is in charge of pulling in publicity, in which  she already did while at Wal-mart. Insert lol's.

Randomly---living with an 80 pound puppy is also COOL. She likes to kiss my face until it wakes up in the morning, and is overall the most relaxed and laid back puppy ever. Did I mention shes the size of an adult wolf? No not wolf-dog, WOLF. Akita's do that though! The mutant beasts. Maybe I can use her in my ploy to take over The Bistro and use it as my operating station of that cool thing that everyone overuses in everyday conversation. What is it called? Oh yes, DOOM.


So sorries and all that shit to my IM list yet again---I'm hankering for a fix of you guys tonight so lets hope I finish the banners a  sufficient amount, get my contest entry sent in to the Deathmatch, show my DA humpers I'm not dead, and...then type strange things at you guys. Eeek. I still have writing most foul to finish as well.

I'd also like to include in this post, an amazing thing: Dad helped bring down a fridge right? Well, afterwards when we arrived here in Mag, he took me to walmart to get a tank for this electric blue mutant crayfish we found in the yard crawling about, and then to dinner at taco hell. Before leaving back to wangburn, he shook my hand and gave me the thumbs up.

He's proud of me. My daddy the master welder/metallurgist. NEAT.

That in itself was a boost.

The crayfish isn't named yet by the way. Help me name him!

I can tell it's PMS week because everything makes me want to cry. Ugh. At least Mom understands... I'd rather one ally than none at all, and she's my best one.

I wanted to write a post about my day at work and all the motivational things my boss said to me, but I really don't feel content writing about my job experiences here... it doesn't feel fulfilling at all. Nevertheless, they seem very happy with me and the new homepage will be up soon. The program icons are also nearing completion... it feels weird to think that users all over the world will be clicking on my icons.

I'm moving back into school soon, and by soon, I mean September 8th. I wonder if my dorm room will face the ocean or the cliff... I hope for the ocean so my plants don't die!

I...

don't understand.

Residential Tuition doesn't cover living as a resident on campus.

No dorm for me.

I may not even be able to attend college.

Kittie says otherwise but I am however, skeptical. It comes from being kicked in the n*ts too often. Never got anything in life without shedding blood, quite literally.

I feel sick.
I just can't help but feel like I could have avoided this if I'd have not drawn in class rather than do schoolwork in high school.

Next stop, heart failure. Make it quick, God. Oh no wait...thats not sadism.



.Mental health evaluation to maybe give me some answers

.learning

.getting published

.supar!m00g

.health care

.dental care

Because at some point I felt really bad that Mr. Blue had like two minutes of screen time...


Title: Getting Up in Years
Author: m_buggie
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: none (another gen fic? wow)
Word Count: 761
Rating: PG-13
Standard Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: Mr. Blue First Person POV. Contains references to characters from Heat and The Usual Suspects.

~x~x~

( So why exactly do you need me for this job? )

Wow, bad form on my part: falling behind in my projects. Seriously. I need to learn to complete one thing before starting another - or to keep up with all obligations equally, at the very least.
In any case, here's another scene from Band of Brothers: The Musical! for my darling randomposting. The Musical is made possible by teh_annah's plot bunny and massive enabling from alouette_sparra and randomposting, herself.


( Act One, Scene Twenty )


(cross-posted to camp_toccoa)

I am beyond pissed right now. Five A.M. Oh sure you can sleep just fine with constant screaming, its like listening to the ocean. Just like that. But with more sharks and 9mm,'s that gangs leave laying about, but none of those guns work, sadly. Doesn't it suck when there is sand in your guns?

Kill all humans.


Sperm to egg: I'M A GIGANTIC FAGGOT

Egg to Sperm: I'M A GIGANTIC FAGGOT

Quote of the day:"The best way to clean the penis is with steel wool and rubbing alcohol."

EDIT: Six fifteen. Still shrieking. I'm sorry, I can't do this shit much longer. It pisses me off too much. I could end up hurting something.