Another Irish Drinking Song

I just had a 52-hour work week.

/sleeps forever



In other news, I've apped Juudai at Zodion, because a.) the YGO cast asked me to (;~~~; omg you guys i have friends) and b.) I throw him into a zillion sex memes anyway, I might as well take it up a notch and toss him into a sex game. (Is it terrible that I've written more graphic sex with my TV-Y7 muse than with all my adult/young adult muses combined? Yes, it probably is. B) )

I swore I wouldn't, but the economy is a bitch. I'm going back to Offset.

Cons: horrific misery for another summer again.

Pros: money.

I am such a sellout.

Man, I have been neglecting this journal. HI GUYS REMEMBER ME?

In addition to constantly being on Plurk, I now have a new timesink to in which to flush the remaining days of my waning youth: I now have a Tumblr, which I mostly made to more efficiently follow the roughly 20 Yu-Gi-Oh! tumblrs that I've been checking manually every day.

So yeah, I've given up pretending that it's a phase, and openly admitted that YGO's my new fandom. Probably be spamming it for a long time, I guess. I don't know how these things happen. :V

DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEWEST HARRY POTTER TRAILER??? /froths at mouth

In RL: bleeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrgh my life is so boringly boring. Almost got an internship but not quite (don't feel like rehashing the story), so now my summer will probably consist of working at a summer camp and trying to write more original fiction and begin amassing a portfolio. Anything but Offset again.

Finals in one week and then I get to do the summer thing \o/

- FUCKING INTERNSHIPS applying this weekend
- check out volunteer shit, too, and look at idealist.org for more
- Paradise Lost essay, ten pages, due April 11th
- Modernity essay (must choose topic!), ten pages, due April 22nd
- Bio project on red-tailed hawk, sources due April 12th, project to be presented in late April
- various exams
- WRITING SAMPLE FOR CREATIVE WRITING LEVEL 2 WORKSHOP!!! /shriek
- figure out housing
- figure out courses for next year
- hide under covers, scream

has so far consisted of managing my bratty dog (but I love her) (but she makes me want to rip my hair out), searching for internships (also ripping hair out), late-night tagging, and POKEMON WHIIIIIIIIITE UNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUNF

might do another PokeSpe recap post tonight or tomorrow :/a might also write some fic


All my friends from high school had their breaks last week, so naturally I have no one to see and nothing fun to do this week -___-

Okay, you guys, I have been like mentally AWOL from everything lately. In fandom, I have done nothing but marathon Yu-Gi-Oh! GX and post about it on Plurk (I was going to try to keep up the crossposting, but the sheer amount of obnoxious copypasta would have killed me dead). And I mean "marathon" - I watched about 105 episodes in... three weeks, I think. And I'm still going. I might make an LJ entry about the first two seasons, boiling the show down to its essential points for your amusement. You would be surprised how many of those points involve talking space dolphins.

In RL news, I've finally admitted that what I thought I wanted to do with my life, I didn't really want to do, or do in exactly the way I thought I was going to do it, so now I am sending emails and making Decisions and things of that nature. These things are the real reason I have been so emo/avoidant lately, so with them cleared up, I should be out and about on this journal more.

I love you guyssssssss ;3;

So of course I have been way too happy lately, so happy in fact that my body couldn't take its sheer force anymore and started breaking down on me somewhere around Friday night. I have this awful cold right now and it's making me tired, spacey, and miserable. Despite this, I am determined to be as happy as possible about all the great things that continue to happen to me. I obtained Cute Boy's cell number (>D), though I have yet to work up the nerve to call him and ask if he wants to study Japanese with me sometime (step on it, self! but not while sick, bad move).

My classes are going well, my friends make me insanely happy on a daily basis, chorus starts today, and I went to another Women's Studies Luncheon! Things are great, even when my sinus passages attempt to crash the party.

Okay, for the past two days in a row, I have had those absurd compound-complex dreams in which I wake up and am still dreaming and then I wake up for real. I have never had such dreams previously, and I'm not sure if I can blame Inception, because I saw it weeks ago.

Last night's was also some kind of textbook anxiety dream with all the anxiety symptoms, which included my teeth falling out. (That's supposed to be symbolic of fear of change/losing potency? which I only know from The Tommyknockers to begin with...) Although what's interesting about last night's is that I was trying to report to the school authorities that I was a victim of stalking/sexual harassment by this creepy guy who chased me down the hill to my Economics class (a class which I have never taken) and tried to lift my skirt, but in the dream, I couldn't remember how I got from the Econ class to reporting the guy chasing me, and I realized that I must have dreamed the guy, so I apologized to Campus Safety and said I had realized that never happened, I only dreamed it, but I might not have so maybe keep an eye out for the guy, and they nodded and sympathized with me. Then I woke up for real and was like "what the heck 0__o" In between that, I was in a public bathroom and overheard the president of the college plotting with a mob boss to murder his wife, but they found out I was listening, and they made me promise not to tell or I would be expelled. I had an extreme moral crisis, but then my teeth started falling out until my mouth was full of lose teeth (more than could possibly have fit in my jaw) and I had to clench my lips shut so I didn't lose any until I could get to a dentist to fix them. It was so bizarre. Perhaps my anticipation of finally not having to work in the hellhole that is OPM translated itself into life-transition anxiety?

In related-yet-other news, I am gearing my muses up to return to the wonderful world of RP, which I have missed like an ache in my soul for nine weeks of my life ;~~~; I was a bit chagrined and upset at first to see that Sasuke was reserved at Squarewarts by someone other then me while I was away, but I am determined to make the best of it. There is always museboxing, and far be it from me to deny another person the exquisite joy of playing that emo derpface. And hey, they might change their mind. Nym's reserved Blue and I have reserved Silver, so they will be making their triumphant, street-rat return to the halls of Hogwarts pretty soon. 8D

The most notable of my changes in muse roster at SW is that I have decided not to pick Ruby up again. Instead, I was bitten reeeaaally hard by a new muse... his dad. |D Yup, I intend to play Norman as an angry maverick Gym-Leader-turned-Phys-Ed-teacher with a delinquent son who's currently running around saving the world from global warming with his tiny girlfriend. Ruby-muse was not happy with me, but I think he'll get over it, as I am picking him up at counted_stars to play with his dad as played by the lovely connie_connike, who I met via dear_mun and who is ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS. I am also vibrating with the anticipation of playing my favorite dramatic_cape back at Kannagara. 8D I will be running crazy with apps and reapps next week, but it is so worth it.

Alright! Getting psyched up! ONE MORE DAY!!!!

I got four hours of sleep last night! 8D Sleeping with four slices of Pizza Hut on my stomach = not the best idea that has ever jumped into my head :/a But I don't regret it, as making a late night pizza date with my bffl was the only thing that kept me sane through a Saturday overtime shift. That and the thought of double-time pay. Sob.

Said bffl also gave me her old Sapphire cartridge! I CAN NOW PLAY A GEN III GAME FOR THE FIRST TIME AND EXPERIENCE THE PLOT OF THE GAMES THAT INSPIRED MY FAVORITE POKESPE ARC. Also, Ruby and Sapphire are OTP even in chibisprite form eeeeeeeeee~ :3 Also my Zigzagoon is named Crackoon and that alone proves I am a derp. (Plus it has the ability Pickup which for all intents and purposes literally makes him my crack mule.)

ALSO ALSO I FINALLY GOT MY REPLACEMENT POKEWALKER IN THE MAIL YAAAAAAAAAY.

Sorry I haven't done much lately but memes, you guys. I've finally recovered almost completely from my Horrible Teef Surgery and lived to tell the tale, so here's a sort-of catch-up post about my mostly-crappy-but-actually-pretty-okay holidays, as well as some random internet crap.

( You have died for this village! )

ON HAPPIER NOTES, HAVE SOME SPAM:

Auto Tune the News: This is a series of videos, in which the news is made to be musical and hilarious. Sadly, there are only nine! This is the source of most of my derpy journal titles lately.

NABURO: oh god XDX This is....well, just. Click the link. It's an incredibly bad Naruto ripoff manga from Indonesia. It's honestly so brain-searingly bad that it's hilarious, as well as terrifying. If you liked the first link, here's the second. I have already noticed some of the quotes undergoing memetic mutation. I say we encourage it. It's amazing. /glances at journal title and cut-text

And here's a meme!

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty-one songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-second is the title.

I Think of a Lot of Things When I'm Walking

Now we're broken on the floor.
Prison gates won't open up for me--
Reach out, touch faith.

You can dig me up a grave,
Three sleepless nights.
We both take the hardest punches.
Black widow in a white room, will you survive?

Crawling streets are cleared away.
We only want to sing you to sleep.
I close both locks below the window.

Let's talk, and we'll fill the air.
Everyone says, sooner or later,
"I've noticed your design.
Raise your hands out and testify!"

This world will never be what I expected.

And I love her so,
Stems and gears, oh how the daisies bloom.
Autumn brought some kind of change.

Consider this your final warning:
In the middle of a gunfight...

No, she won't, she won't, she won't wait.