IT SNOWED! FTW!

Happy things! It snowed! Or....powdered, rather!


And I got to wrestle and jump around and generally play with Sirius in the snow, and when he knocked Sister down and into a concrete step we don't think she got a concussion!

Also, even though we'll probably have school on Monday, and school is still the bane of my life, I took a step back and realized that even if I don't have a fabulous GPA of fabulousity, I will always be able to do something I love. Even if I wind up working at Kelsey Creek for the rest of my life, it's not exactly going to be the end of the world. In fact, I'd be pretty happy. And that makes me happy now.


I may actually finish my Ancient Med project of DOOM today. I am in shock, but happy. And it will be badass, because I've found obscure but awesome sources that Mail Jug will have to give me credit for finding.

Did I mention we had snow? And wind? And we DIDN'T lose power? Automatic happiness.

Finally, my puppy. I love him like a thousand moons, he is so cute. Even when he knocks Sister down, he is so cute. And hell, even Sister is cute. In an "Oh, you" sort of way. I suspect cloning more than ever.

So I saw this thing. On a LiveJournal.

It was a "I'm going to post for 8 days what I'm happy about" type of thing. And I liked the idea, so I'm going to do it. In secret. Like a ninja. And none of you will even notice, because nobody reads blogs. Ever.

So. My happy things for today.

Sister and I had a total moment of bonding over trashy fantasy plotlines wherein Girl is Magically transported to a Magical land of Magic. And she meets Guy. Who is hot. And also off limits. But hot. And there is True Love of the Princess Bride Variety.

I realized Rome was actually just a disguised softcore porno, and I thought about Mail Jug's reaction if he ever knew this and somewhere a nun died of spontaneous combustion of win.

Though not enough homework was done and I failed a quiz and this week is going to be hell, I'm anticipating a heart-to-Bubs chat. And I have faith that talking with a stuffed sparkling frog will solve all my problems.

Finally, rainbow Japanese boybands. No more needs to be said.

It's like I haven't posted in months!

And though I have many reasons for not posting in months, and indeed I don't think many of you even READ blogs anymore (....yeah, okay, I don't either), I'm not going to talk about that stuff. I'm not going to talk about anything school related. I'm not even going to talk about sex. Instead, I'm going to talk about a lot of little things that have nothing to do with anything, because I got 10 comments the last time I did that.

1. I have turned into a knitting nerd, my friends. Mourn, because if you thought SadArt's crocheting was a domestic spaz, you should see me KNIT. I feel like the stereotypical little old lady who's doomed to have cats for the rest of her days.

2. I think...I hope, rather, that I may have bought a pair of jeans that FIT. Granted, I also bought a vaguely-rainbow-plaid shirt, which may cancel out the triumphant end to the Epic of the Jeans. Nevertheless, I am happy.

3. Nobody in my family can shop together. It ends in catastrophe and my dad doing the cabbage patch in Sears.

4. I have discovered another tacky reality TV show that I would love if I had cable (which I don't). It may be Bridezilla. It may actually be better than the time I watched a reality TV special on Southern belles who enter pageants (they were all, weirdly enough, rather chubby).

5. Most of the time, I love the weather here. The rest of the time, I want this city to get over itself and just STOP WITH THE MPD WEATHER.

6. My sister discovered a broken ukelele. I suspect great masterpieces will soon follow.

7. My sister also wants to buy herself a guitar and teach herself how to play and though technically I know someone who's taught herself at the same time I don't think I can stand a repeat of when Sister tried to play the violin for a month. Suffice to say there was a duel of the noise between her and our dog.

8. I have realized all Indian people are, at heart, great big nerds, but that doesn't mean most of them aren't jackasses too.

9. BLOODY TURKEY. What a cool name for a band!

10. Morning TV show hosts should never try and dance with the Rockettes. Nobody wants to see that first thing after they wake up. Or ever, really.

11. I hate art. I hate it with a burning passion. But I like writing, because it's surprisingly fun to BULLDOZE EDIT.

Captain! Nervous breakdown ahead!

So I was an idiot and signed myself up for six classes, two of them intensive. And so it goes that a few weeks into school, I am a few miserable Chem HWs away from a total collapse. I'd like to stay focused, and I'd like to be able to get everything done, but I have the nasty feeling that it just isn't possible. So I've got a few choices here. And I need advice, which I probably won't listen to, because I'm an idiot like that (see a recurring theme?)

So. Choice 1 is that I start seriously slacking off in a few classes--English and History really--and sacrifice getting high grades in those classes so I can focus on the intensives and not fail those. Choice 2 is I do as much as I can with the intensives, but focus on my stronger classes. Get mediocre grades in the intensives, good-to-high grades in the others. Choice 3 is I attempt to do really well in all my classes, but I sacrifice my social life, my riding, and any hope of teaching piano. I also have to FOCUS, which is the hardest part of choice 3, and I have to stop being so easily distracted. This is nearly impossible, because I'm determined not to give up riding. It's the only thing that consistently makes me happy, and I need that right now.

Unfortunately, choice 3 is what my parents are leaning towards. I'm not sure how to tell them that if I only focus on school, I'm going to just stop trying period in under a week, because they're not getting it. I need some way of getting rid of all this stress, but I don't think I can talk to a psychologist about it because I honestly don't think that I'm willing to accept help. And on top of it all, I can't even get COMFORT from my parents because if I go to them and I'm frustrated and upset, all I'll hear is "Well, obviously it's because you're trying to do too much and need to quit horseback riding and socializing so much."

And all I have to say to that is "SCREW YOU." So you know how I stand on that particular issue. I'd still like advice though. In person, over the blog, I don't care. Just...advice. Help. Hugs and cookies, even. I am quite obviously desperate.

Damn, I should've posted this a week ago

Summary of California: The weather is a fucking tease.



I keep thinking I'm going to have a really nice, sunny day, but no. Epic failure of the sun.



On the bright side, I can now tell people I regularly used the men's bathroom of a frat house and watch as their faces contort with horror. It's not that bad, really, but one of the showers has odd orange goop stuck on the door handle. Obviously, I don't use that one.



Also, we have tons more free time than I thought we would, and there are computers in the house itself, so it's all good. Although once again, I find myself haunting Gtalk (especially on Sundays), waiting for people to get online and NO ONE EVER DOES *hints like mad*.



Except for occasionally Cynic and his partner in crime, who I shall affectionately dub Not Nearly As Bad (But Getting There Quickly).



In other news.........I have no other news, because I haven't been Youtube surfing at all. But I did watch the Doctor Who season finale (without ever watching Doctor Who before) and it was pretty interesting. I think this requires more investigation.



And also I went hiking (walking) the Dish, which is basically a fatty fenced-off area where there are mountain lions, squirrels, and some giant dishes that look like they're used in making Death Rays.

EDIT (7/16/08): Well, the last week was miserably hot, so fuck you, California weather. Also, we had a dance. It was an demonstration of the failings of the male sex. And then we had a waterfight. Which wasn't a demonstration of anything, except for maybe how easily entertained really nerdy people are. And we watched billions (two) Heath Ledger movies, and I am depressed because a) he's cute and b) he's dead.

And a follow-up: Gay pirates win

Summary of Stardust: Robert De Niro dancing around with a pink feather fan.

It's like someone in Hollywood loves me.

Anyways, I'm going to be gone for quite a while (not that I post frequently enough to make it noticeable) and don't know how much Internet I'll get. So here, have a crazy Scottish battle song. It's a real work of art.

Also on Imeem is this song by a guy named Owain Phyfe, which is basically even worse than Bernard when you're having sex. It's almost as bad as Moondoggie. Or Pterodactyl.

I've discovered I don't really like plain coffee. Because I'm a psuedo-Seattleite I like to pretend I do, but it turns out I fail at being from Seattle and only like coffee with tons of sugar and chocolate and milk.

Here's another odd little thing I've rediscovered: those plastic tubes of colored water that are hollow. And like the picture says, they ARE super fun! They're also basically plastic genitalia (male AND female--equal opportunity toy molestation!) that go squish.

But I'm not done yet! I've got a few more things to fry your brains with. Like this small rodent. Not sure what species it is, but it's dramatic. Like, James Bond meets Star Wars dramatic, only all smooshed down into the form of a hamster/prairie dog/gopher.

However, not even "dramatic" can describe the two last goodies I've got for this smallish-looking group. Boys and girls, meet the childhood you may have had (but probably wanted to forget). I give you....Pokemon and Sailor Moon!!!

Okay, I sort of lied. Technically these are only the first-season openings, but it should be enough to bring back memories of hours spent in front of the TV letting Ash and Bunny along with their respective anime minions corrupt your innocent little brains.

And you should spend a good long while looking up these characters and their aforementioned minions on Wikipedia, because when a character is described as a "rose-throwing source of encouragement"....well. We all know he's going to have a bit more success than poor old Bernard.

Now I must go pack my pink camouflage-patterned pajama shorts. They're hot.

...

Fine, I was lying again. I think I'm going to pack the blue ones instead.

Arrgh! I be a pirate!

Only, you know. Not.

Even though school is over, I really don't feel like it is....and probably won't for a good long while. But who cares? No one wants to hear me talk about school. So instead, group, let's go for the good stuff: really bad smut.

....

Okay, I'm kidding. Although bad smut is brilliantly entertaining, just because phrases like "love juices" and "hearty meat" fail at being anything other than snicker-inducing. That'd kill sex right there: "Oh Bernard, stab my womb with your powerful man meat!.....Bernard? Bernard, why are you laughing?!?!?"

Not that the name Bernard wouldn't kill sex on its own, but whatever.

Anyway, that wasn't what I was planning on writing about. I was actually planning on writing about the woes of someone who needs to come up with witty things to write in her friends' yearbooks.

But wait, there's more!

I also have the woes of someone who knows she is going to get TOO FAT over summer, and if not over summer definitely when school starts again. Woe is indeed me, except that short and snarky is already me and so are a whole bunch of other things, so woe doesn't really stick out too much. Poor little woe, all ignored and unloved *pets*.

Clearly, I'm more than a little ADD right now--I blame the sundae and cupcake consumed a few hours ago that have yet to lose their effect. I also blame bad smut, for making me laugh, and good old whats-her-face who I'm not going to mention by name but YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Hmph.

And all I have to say is: "Your son has been kidnapped! By a Turk, on a yacht!"

Thank you ladies and squirrels, you've been a wonderful audience and the more you tip me (I prefer white chocolate, not dark, thanks) the more I'll post!

....Only, you know. Not. Again.