The Beginning

Well, this starts it, I guess. I'm trying one of these funky livejournal things like Goldbug.

Please note that I'm partying on 3k with Altair (Jason) while I'm writing this, so one sentence takes about 2 minutes to write. I guess the good thing is I have time to think about what I'm going to write.

Or maybe not.

Right now I'm sitting at my computer, wearing nothing but a pajama tank top, drinking some vodka and cranberry juice that I horribly mixed (way too much vodka). Earlier tonight I stuffed myself on chips and guacamole and a baked potato with cheese, and I'm feeling like a bloated pig. Oink oink.

I guess anyone could find this, even my mother (as non-internet savvy as she is), so I'll have to keep all the gossip about my prostitution job and how it pays for my heroin addiction at a low. JUST KIDDING. But yeah, gotta think about what I really want the world to know.

Jason's in a pissy mood again because his cable modem is laggy. I swear, I've never seen someone so emotion about their internet connection. He gets seriously upset if he experiences lag. It's really interesting to note the circumstances when he does and doesn't get emotional.

My vodka concoction is almost gone... it's almost 10pm... I have finals tomorrow and I haven't cracked a book yet today. Computer Science isn't a problem; I don't have a grade below 90 in that class, so there's no way I'm getting less than an A in there. Philosophy is about the same, out of the 4 homework assignments I have 100 on all of them, and the two exams so far I have a 97 and a 93 on, but with so few grades it might actually matter if I drop down on this last exam. Hmm.

Added to all of that, I have to be at work in the morning (it's Ty's last day at the helpline! Hooray!) at 8am... Well, I guess I can push it back to 9. I'm going to work 11-5 through the summer and need to start working towards those hours this week. I wonder if I'll be able to last the summer.

I'm realizing how damn long this post is, but it's my inaugural speech, so you can sit down and shut up and keep reading. I have a lot to say.

Looks like Jason won't be coming here for the whole summer. In fact, that's at a definite "no" to me. Which makes me wonder how I'm going to stand the summer. All of my best friends will be far away (Rachel, Goldbug, and Jason), I'll be working 45ish hours a week at two jobs, taking 6 hours of classes, trying to get my cats to get along, paying off credit cards, and trying to save money to see any of the aforementioned 3 people... Well actually only Rachel or Jason, since Goldbug will be back in December...

I hope I don't get too lonely, but I think I can be damned positive I will be.

Well that's it for now. I might post more tonight, who knows? Sometimes I want to share, and sometimes not.

The Beginning

Well, this starts it, I guess. I'm trying one of these funky livejournal things like Goldbug.

Please note that I'm partying on 3k with Altair (Jason) while I'm writing this, so one sentence takes about 2 minutes to write. I guess the good thing is I have time to think about what I'm going to write.

Or maybe not.

Right now I'm sitting at my computer, wearing nothing but a pajama tank top, drinking some vodka and cranberry juice that I horribly mixed (way too much vodka). Earlier tonight I stuffed myself on chips and guacamole and a baked potato with cheese, and I'm feeling like a bloated pig. Oink oink.

I guess anyone could find this, even my mother (as non-internet savvy as she is), so I'll have to keep all the gossip about my prostitution job and how it pays for my heroin addiction at a low. JUST KIDDING. But yeah, gotta think about what I really want the world to know.

Jason's in a pissy mood again because his cable modem is laggy. I swear, I've never seen someone so emotion about their internet connection. He gets seriously upset if he experiences lag. It's really interesting to note the circumstances when he does and doesn't get emotional.

My vodka concoction is almost gone... it's almost 10pm... I have finals tomorrow and I haven't cracked a book yet today. Computer Science isn't a problem; I don't have a grade below 90 in that class, so there's no way I'm getting less than an A in there. Philosophy is about the same, out of the 4 homework assignments I have 100 on all of them, and the two exams so far I have a 97 and a 93 on, but with so few grades it might actually matter if I drop down on this last exam. Hmm.

Added to all of that, I have to be at work in the morning (it's Ty's last day at the helpline! Hooray!) at 8am... Well, I guess I can push it back to 9. I'm going to work 11-5 through the summer and need to start working towards those hours this week. I wonder if I'll be able to last the summer.

I'm realizing how damn long this post is, but it's my inaugural speech, so you can sit down and shut up and keep reading. I have a lot to say.

Looks like Jason won't be coming here for the whole summer. In fact, that's at a definite "no" to me. Which makes me wonder how I'm going to stand the summer. All of my best friends will be far away (Rachel, Goldbug, and Jason), I'll be working 45ish hours a week at two jobs, taking 6 hours of classes, trying to get my cats to get along, paying off credit cards, and trying to save money to see any of the aforementioned 3 people... Well actually only Rachel or Jason, since Goldbug will be back in December...

I hope I don't get too lonely, but I think I can be damned positive I will be.

Well that's it for now. I might post more tonight, who knows? Sometimes I want to share, and sometimes not.

Ha!

Told you I'd be back. Have a few more things to say.

First off, I guess I have to plug other friends' sites. I linked to Rachel and Goldbug in that last post; related to Rachel is her husband (and one of my best friends) Nick's site assbabies.org.

The best friends I probably ever had, and alas seem to have the most difficulty getting in touch with, were The Department of Surrealism. I have a link to that page but it's horribly dated; it's not even the current page, so I'm not going to put it up until either Troy or I get off of our asses and contact one another. But here is my official salute to Troy, Jed, Scot, Mike, and Jason "flutter". I love you all more than any of you will be able to understand, methinks. And that's not the vodka talking.

Oh, also, the pic posted here is the latest semi-decent facial shot of me (heh heh I said "facial"), but that streak of hair is no longer blonde in real life. It's a rapidly fading shade of purple that sadly looks blue under artificial lights. I -used- to be blue, but I rebleached it and I think at that point the hair refused to take any more dye. The purple took rather strangely and isn't one solid streak of color. Any suggestions on what to do next?

Well, I just sent this URL to half of my ICQ list, the people whom I would actually allow to read my thoughts. If you got it, feel proud or something. Or at least feel that now you have bona fide ammunition the next time you get upset at me.

This is me, signing off for the second time.

Ha!

Told you I'd be back. Have a few more things to say.

First off, I guess I have to plug other friends' sites. I linked to Rachel and Goldbug in that last post; related to Rachel is her husband (and one of my best friends) Nick's site assbabies.org.

The best friends I probably ever had, and alas seem to have the most difficulty getting in touch with, were The Department of Surrealism. I have a link to that page but it's horribly dated; it's not even the current page, so I'm not going to put it up until either Troy or I get off of our asses and contact one another. But here is my official salute to Troy, Jed, Scot, Mike, and Jason "flutter". I love you all more than any of you will be able to understand, methinks. And that's not the vodka talking.

Oh, also, the pic posted here is the latest semi-decent facial shot of me (heh heh I said "facial"), but that streak of hair is no longer blonde in real life. It's a rapidly fading shade of purple that sadly looks blue under artificial lights. I -used- to be blue, but I rebleached it and I think at that point the hair refused to take any more dye. The purple took rather strangely and isn't one solid streak of color. Any suggestions on what to do next?

Well, I just sent this URL to half of my ICQ list, the people whom I would actually allow to read my thoughts. If you got it, feel proud or something. Or at least feel that now you have bona fide ammunition the next time you get upset at me.

This is me, signing off for the second time.

Suggestion

You're all supposed to look at this page, exclaim, "Wow! She's a hottie!" and send me all kinds of presents.

Suggestion

You're all supposed to look at this page, exclaim, "Wow! She's a hottie!" and send me all kinds of presents.

Last of the Evening

Okay, it's almost bedtime (even though I've been barely awake for 12 hours). I think it's just a better alternative than studying.

Pixel (my cat) is being a big freak. She's hidden her claw trimmer somewhere... It WAS right on the shelf with her hairbrush (or whatever one of those for a cat is called if it's not a hairbrush) but now it's gone and she's been putzing around over there.. Hrm.

My sister in law Emily let me use her Nad's (the Australian hair removal system). Seems to work well so far. It's painful if you use it wrong but doesn't hurt when used correctly. Doesn't taste too bad either. ;)

I'm pondering whether or not to post a "webcomics I read" list up here. It'd be a lot of spam... maybe I'll do it tomorrow at work if I get bored.

Well I'm going to go to bed now, and hope that my cats don't get into massive fights ON TOP OF MY BED. They both want to sleep with me, but they don't want to be within 5 feet of each other.

More later. Don't worry, soon this nifty new toy will start to fade and I won't post 5 times an hour.

Last of the Evening

Okay, it's almost bedtime (even though I've been barely awake for 12 hours). I think it's just a better alternative than studying.

Pixel (my cat) is being a big freak. She's hidden her claw trimmer somewhere... It WAS right on the shelf with her hairbrush (or whatever one of those for a cat is called if it's not a hairbrush) but now it's gone and she's been putzing around over there.. Hrm.

My sister in law Emily let me use her Nad's (the Australian hair removal system). Seems to work well so far. It's painful if you use it wrong but doesn't hurt when used correctly. Doesn't taste too bad either. ;)

I'm pondering whether or not to post a "webcomics I read" list up here. It'd be a lot of spam... maybe I'll do it tomorrow at work if I get bored.

Well I'm going to go to bed now, and hope that my cats don't get into massive fights ON TOP OF MY BED. They both want to sleep with me, but they don't want to be within 5 feet of each other.

More later. Don't worry, soon this nifty new toy will start to fade and I won't post 5 times an hour.

Argh!

Well, I was trying to figure out how to share pictures with you people, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen tonight. *thud* *snore*

Argh!

Well, I was trying to figure out how to share pictures with you people, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen tonight. *thud* *snore*