I am going to be indulgent in my rage for a minute: If this shit ever gets pulled on me again, I am going to choke a goddamn bitch through the internet.

I want to be extremely unclassy now, but I'm not to the point where I could still live with myself for it.

It may just be the weather, but I'm starting to feel like this place is a place that I wouldn't mind making my place at. Admittedly, I've been thinking a lot about where I belong and so on, but I never really considered New Jersey as it. . . Because, well, it's New Jersey. Still, I know a few people around, have something of a small reputation, and so on. I suppose this means that I'm more comfortable here than I have been in awhile, but I could find that somewhere else too. Who knows.

Alternatively, this means that I should move to Singapore, so I can enjoy warm weather all the time if it helps my mood out this much. But, until then, I think I will plan on doing some app writing and editing out in the sun tomorrow if it's still there.

Also, in celebration of the sunshine: Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky.

I unintentionally fixed my sleep cycle. . . Now, what do I do with myself?

Okay, time to focus! Time to accomplish some goals!

- Get back on track with New Year's goals by next month. No excuses.
- And another job by then, too.
- Government will be paid off by May. End story.
- Go to a concert! Sometime this year!
- Get registered for a program at ACCC.
- A tune-up for my car before my birthday.
- Crash Kim's graduation. No excuses.

I feel like this list should have been much longer. . . Anyway, I think I have a masterful idea for the concert and to fix my problem with my cellphone charms. See, I can't afford to go to Otakon and pay for a room and all that. But if I went down for one day, then I could hit up the dealer's room, go to the concert, get to see everyone, and only miss one day of work. And, frankly, a fifty-dollar pass for all that is worth the money since most concerts run about that high anyway! Clearly, this plan cannot go wrong. I need to tune in to who is coming and see if I want the first or second day concert now.

Okay. I ship it.

This fandom is too awesome already!!

( DROP MEME-THING + WHINING + PUNCH ME SIGN )

IN OTHER NEWS! Yeah, work has gotten entirely hilarious. Apparently, Corinne, my favorite boss' slightly inept daughter, is having a party for St. Patrick's Day and has been charged with bringing girls to it. And she is fretting so much over it!! And she invited me. . . Repeatedly. . . Despite my listing precisely why my family doesn't celebrate yet another holiday. Now, I asked if this guy was going to be there and she said yes. So, me and a few of the other girls at work almost want to stop by just to witness the train wreck kind of. (Kind of bitchy, but keep listening!) Me, personally? I just want to go there to knee a guy in the balls. ♥

Apparently, I am the token "lesbian" of the crew. Now, my mother ripped me a new one for telling the girls that I had a girlfriend when I started. But I was all shiny and happy and not calling her my, uh, best friend. And all of them are fascinated by the thought. (Gets better, wait.) So, Corinne somehow ended up chatting up about me with this guy. And he was like REALLY? I consider this a challenge. Then, she said I was "going for guys lately", and he was like OH NEVER MIND NO CHALLENGE. :( . . . I don't. Really approve of being seen like this. First of all, statistically, I have dated three guys to one girl. If we're really going to break down to labels, like I loathe to do, then I am bisexual, not a lesbian. So, I would like to teach this guy something new. Second of all, I do not understand this confusion running rampant in the work place about The Gay. They are all under the impression that it is something that comes from your genes. Oh, no, never could it be a personal choice! Because So-and-So is in a family with three siblings and two of them are gay, so it must be biological.

. . . Really? Really? Fuck you, guys. What is biological is a pre-disposition for cancer, or red hair, or body type! Not your sexuality. I can accept to a degree that this breaks down to nature vs nuture. I bat for nuture side most of the time! Yeah, that family could just be more accepting or thousands of other factors. But I consider that it might be something else, who knows! But that they can't even fathom that fact kind of annoys the shit out of me. And this brings me right around to my annoyance to the gay community! Now, I am super-proud of them fighting for their rights and so on! Yes, carry on! But the school I came from? The gays were limited exclusively to the theatre crew, headed by a German teacher that was Effemiate. I have kind of accepted that this was a limited exposure and am slightly willing to get over it, but I also kind of want to slap every gay man that has a limp wrist and an over-exuberant personality. GUYS, YOU ARE PLAYING INTO STEREOTYPES, STOP THAT. It makes the idea of The Gay even more foreign, and oddly more acceptable and palatable to people! I mean, clearly, they act so strange and different that they can't be hetero-normal. Nnno. Yes, people are allowed the personal choice to estrange or integrate themselves. But I would prefer integration and acceptance rather than rebelling which is what my theatre group did. They wanted to be gay to go against the grain and piss off their parents, not because they could accept loving someone of the same sex. And it's these kinds of people that make public acceptance so damn hard! I don't need the public to approve of what I do, no, but I would prefer that people be educated by real people and situations then by television and stereotypes which enforce all the wrong information. Just, ugh, the fact that the girls at work place bets on this one kid that comes every week turning out to be gay annoys the shit out of me. It feels like there is no side of the damn fence to be on.

It's a sad thing when I would repeatedly choose to breed anger and hate rather than talk to someone.

To the Kristen who will be awake in five hours: Do that post about your job and its issues with the gay, loool.

Okay, it may that I've been away too long, all my accounts are dead, the app coming up, or what have you. . . But I have been in a weird roleplay mood all of a sudden.





I don't know how to put it, tactfully and in words alone. Really, I feel like dropping everyone but Kino and Akito.

Hey, hey. Not everyone one of us set out to be masters with intricate understandings of combat systems. Some of us only know that as long as you stay alive and keep hitting something, what you are fighting will eventually die in every game there is! So, do not knock me for getting things done, if not efficiently.

—Oh, wait, I forgot this was untrue as you should not fight summons to win them. Clearly, I missed the memo where the point was to kill shit in the face at all time. Me and Lightning are unimpressed, just saying.

I'm reading gay manga, man.

Story: Two old guys get back together after being separated for several years. One has a family of three brothers that he looks after, and the other adopted a child off the streets. Naturally, antics ensue. . . And the adopted child and youngest child end up falling in love with each other too. \o/

Why You Should Read It: Domestic stupidity, and relationship stupidity.

In Order: Mainichi Seiten, Kodomo wa Tomaranai, Children's Time, Kodomo no Iibun, Aki-chan no Iibun, Isoganaide, Hanaya no Nikai de.



. . . Okay, seriously, it's gay manga and completely shoujo, but I've only run into one sex scene in about five volumes. It's seriously just hilarious watching a house full of guys be dumb and stupid and awkward around each other as a familyyy. Also, I love Shuu and Mayumi something fierce. They're seriously hilarious and awesome characters that aren't full of tropes and thus are really unpredictable in a fun way. Also also, the art isn't beautiful, but it's very simple and nice. Seriously, I love it a lot in its simplicity.

Nnnnegatives:

- Okay, I'm into the second disc, and I still fail to see what is going on!! Like, as soon as the game started, I started remembering that six part breakdown of Star Wars where they say that you need someone who is your straight, average man to question everything you don't get! . . . I am without him, and I don't understand anything that is going on. I think the cast also has no idea what the fuck is up, so that gives me a little piece of mind.

- Also, where my free-roam at?! I want to level whore and all that good stuff, but it. . . Doesn't exist. And I can't make money. And my equipment all blows. :'(

- Seriously, I have trouble thinking of this as a Final Fantasy game. It's like a metal slide that has been coated in heinous amounts of oil. TOO DAMN SMOOTH. Not that smooth is bad, but I can't focus on it with all the smoothness sometimes, good lord.

- WHY SO LINEAR?! Really, I do not need to be lead by the nose. Let me explore, goddamnit!

Positives!!1!:

- I spend 100% of the time cooing at and cheering for Lightning. Holy balls, it's like Ashe with 80% less introspection and 200% more badass. I CANNOT COPE WITH THIS. Ahhhh, this woman is wonderful and such a goshdarn mommy and tsundere and—!!

- Aside from Snow, I love the rest of the cast! They are a really quirky crew of characters together, but they jive. . . Or, at least, keep me interested. Vanille and Hope are absolutely adorable, and Shaz is so very wonderful. THANK YOU FOR BEING A WONDERFUL COUNTERPOINT, MAN.

- What little I understand, the story seems. . . Good? I'm not feeling any hits to the heart yet, but the concept seems super awesome, just awkwardly done.

- This battle system, ahhh. I did not think auto-pilot fighting could be done better than XII. . . Okay, that's kind of a lie, but they managed to make it different and engaging. So, you actually have to play the game which is the point!! And I am okay with that!!

OVERALL SO FAR: This shit better get explained and interesting as the disc goes on, because as much as the characters and system rocks. . . If I get stuck, then it loses all point.

On Friday, Garrett got his new car.

Today, Garrett got into an accident and ruined his front end.

. . . I think he may kill me in my sleep if I go buy him some gold star stickers, but I really think I need some for our boy wonder.

Last night, I spent two hours walking home in the cold and dark, scared numerous times by my own breath. Well, I have learned my lesson! I am never going anywhere without my keys and wallet again. . . Or with my mother.

So, my net blew out at one. . . Twelve hours later, it came back!









Let us all now guess what I am intoxicated on, since I had to do something for those twelve hours to keep from going crazy. And, no, it's not wine. Oh, god, the room is spinning a little.

If I had tags, my net tomfoolery tag would be my most used one.

Here's the set-up: We have a new modem that is also a router! As usual, the router and phone tend to hate each other, so certain calls will kill it out. Irony of ironies is that my mother's fiancee's cellphone is usually the only one that causes this. Anyway, no big deal, I am used to net blinking out. What's weird is that while the connection will come back on the wireless. . . The actual internet connection will not. As in, even five hours later, the internet will be restored on any computer using wireless.

I have tried: Resetting my computer, disconnecting and re-connecting the wireless on my computer, turning the modem/router off then on, disconnecting and re-connecting the LAN on the host computer, and disconnecting and re-connecting the Broadband on the host computer. Short of restarting the host computer, I can't think of anything else. If restarting it is the answer, which I pray that it is not but am certain that it is, then I will find out tomorrow morning.

. . . And people wonder why I hate technology.

ETA: So, about restarting host computer which fixes it? . . . Yeahhh. FML.

So, I'm slowly getting used to the idea of ~having dreams~. I never had dreams as a kid or as a teenager, but I'm starting to have some now. While they're fairly interesting, some of them are just a little twisted.

Such as this morning's dream, there was some kind of intelligent life-form hunting humans, humans have to out-smart them, yadda yadda. What the twist was. . . Is that there was some woman siding with them. She caught me, and I was waiting to, you know, be eaten or what have you. Instead, I get to be a science project, and she shoots a goddamn uncorked syringe into my chest, causing profuse bleeding. Naturally, I try to get away from the blood that keeps coming out, because one of the monsters was right there and I was supposed to feed it or something but I am not doing it when it can figure out right where all the blood is coming from, yeah. Also, my blood came out white. . . Then, changed to blue after a pint, just saying. The lady came back later and was like, "Well, don't you see why your bloodline needs to be cleaned. :')"

. . . That was almost as bad as the time that I was shot in the leg after leaving a helicopter. But, christ, the imagery was fun, but that was really kind of twisted. And Castiel was there, don't ask me. That's about when I realized this is def a dream, except OW SYRINGE IN THE CHEST.

Because I am more than a little drunk and having a weird day. . . All my writings are over here.

. . . Tell me what y'all think. Consider this as a one-time comment enabled post for all of them.