And the day will end for some as the night begins for one

In one dream, I was a badass swordsman that successfully defended the colony (which lived in the Jamboree building, of course) from zombies or something. I wore a super cool fantasy outfit and had Sword of Darkness II, which I even made fun of in the dream because it’s the most common fantasy sword that every nerd has on their wall and it’s not even sharp.

There were all these dudes that rallied around this one older guy swordsman that was disdainful of me because I was a ladytype. Despite the fact that I’d singlehandedly saved the colony, they were all sneering and such about women being swordsmen.

This guy challenged me to a duel, and then looked all skeptical and superior when I didn’t know the little duel-specific flourishes one is supposed to make at the beginning. It was a very structured and not very practical sort of duel, and he beat me easily, and I was kinda like, I don’t have time for this. Then he condescendingly asked if I wanted to try again, and I said, “If I lost, I lost.” And walked away. XD

There was another dream I wanted to record, but I’ve completely forgotten it now. Like, I can’t even vaguely remember what it might have been about. I just remember waking up afterward thinking it would be amusing to have written down. Ah, well. On to sadder things.

Zombie Girl is back in town(country) because her mother had a stroke. This, of course, is horrible, but nonetheless I am always glad to see my dearest friend again. Here’s hoping her mother has the fullest recovery she possibly can.

Speaking of hospitals and such, my dad and his siblings have elected to stop the no-longer-effective cancer treatment on their father and take him home. Last I heard, the doctors had no estimate on how much longer he’ll live; dad and uncles speculate a week or two. I have no great attachment to my grandfather, but I am quite attached to my father and will feel extremely bad for him when his dad dies. At least everyone’s known it’s coming.

Interestingly, my grandfather worked at a plant manufacturing nuclear bomb parts when he was younger, and apparently everyone that ever worked for that company and later developed cancer gets all their cancer treatment paid for without question by the company. I guess they knew they’d never win a lawsuit and just decided to be gracious before anyone came at them.

And speaking of cancer and dying, great thanks to David Bowie. 372 songs of my 12,724-song collection are yours, sir, and even though you had a terrible habit of throwing older songs onto the end of new albums over and over and over (so that I think I have about twelve copies of Space Oddity from different places), that doesn’t change the fact that I have more music by you than by any other single artist.

Stardust: The David Bowie Story was the first biography I ever read, and that long before I had any idea that I’m gay or even much of a concept of what ‘gay’ was. I’m grateful for the enlightenment and for the music. We’ll miss you, goblin king.

And now I think I’ve gone on longer about David Bowie’s death than I did about those of a couple of authors in the last few years whose work meant far more to me than his. Or about my own grandpa’s XD

Well, I’ve been quite productive this weekend, and I’m hoping to continue to be productive today. I don’t think I have anything else to say in this entry, so I’ll post some pictures and go away.

Bizarrely, here’s a picture of the mountains looking cool that I took from some parking lot other than Wal-Mart. What is the world coming to??

Northern Spy Apple Crisp is apparently a thing. I want to be a spy and have a special apple crisp just for me.

And here’s Waybee looking startled. She does that a lot more these days with younger, less appropriate animals around.

Last of all, a chinchilla I saw once at a pet store doing the best pose.

Visions flowing, slowly shedding light, memories swimming in the sea of time

Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day! I wish I had a story to post to celebrate this day, but it’s the middle of the month, so I’ll just make a personal entry instead. Stuff’s piling up, as usual, for me to post about in any case.

I had a birthday! Despite being sick, I enjoyed it very much. We were going to go to Bishop Castle on the Monday, assuming I felt well enough, only then brother didn’t get out of bed until after noon and wasn’t showered and ready for life until 1400, so there wasn’t enough time. But then he made me a birthday dinner and a birthday cake and also bought me totally unnecessary presents, so I suppose he kinda redeemed himself XD

It was a spice cake with butterscotch pudding and whipped cream on top, and it was FREAKING DELICIOUS. It only had 32 candles because I fail at maths and for some reason thought that two packages of 16 would be sufficient. Seriously, though, I think it’s time to stop doing all the candles, because having to buy three packages just seems silly and they take an eternity to light and get wax all over the cake by the time they’re done. I’ll get some numbers or something next year.

We had snow yesterday. Just thought I’d mention.

Today I got a new tattoo. For some reason, I really love the way a new tattoo smells.

Now neither the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my arm from the sign of the wonderful E.A.P..

I made the appointment to get that tattoo yesterday, and I was so excited about it that it caused me to dream about something else I’m excited about, which is our Disney World trip in December. Did I mention that several members of my family are going to Disney World in December, and ever since that plan was made I’ve been dreaming about it?

Anyone that follows my personal entries must be well aware, of course, that I dream about Disneyland all the freaking time. But I’ve actually been to Disneyland, and never to Disney World, so the Disney World dreams are even less accurate than my already weird Disneyland dreams. The same theme is often present, though: Oh, crap, I’ve been here three days and haven’t gone on any rides yet!! As I’ve mentioned before, I always wonder what my dream thinks I have found to do in Disneyplace for three days besides going on any rides XD

I also dreamed I was Luann DeGroot. I was on my way to a high school prom in a car full of people, two of whom were elves and one of whom was an adult man that I think was a co-worker of my father. This guy made an incredibly racist comment about elves, and I got so angry at him that I launched into this lengthy rant that ended by telling him to get out of my car and crying off all my carefully applied makeup.

When I mentioned this to my family, the predominant first response, besides incredulous laughter, was, “When was the last time you read Luann?” Because we haven’t gotten a newspaper around here for probably a decade XD

Also! I got bitten RIGHT IN THE FACE by a miniature pinscher. It’s probably going to turn into a pretty badass scar. That was not a dream; that was a work thing. I have yet to get a decent picture of it, though; the light’s always bad and you can’t see it clearly. It’s a line maybe 3/4 of an inch long on my chin.

Oh, speaking of work things… the other day, a co-worker and I were scrubbing/assembling packs, which is a thing we do facing this big ol’ window onto the parking lot. The parking lot on that side of the building is an alley between our building and the next businesses over. So this guy pulls into the space right in front of us, and we start joking about how he’s probably waiting there for a drug dealer because he has no license plate (only a super fake handwritten fakie temporary tag with just a date on it) and he backed into the space as if to facilitate a quick getaway if needed.

And then this other car with all tinted windows pulls up, a guy — a guy in a shirt that LITERALLY SAYS “Usually stoned” on it — gets out of the back seat, comes to the driver’s window of the first car, makes some kind of exchange with the first guy involving a baggie of something white, and then gets back into black-tinted-window-car and drives off.

I mean, we actually watched an entire drug deal from beginning to end standing about eight feet away from it behind a NON-TINTED WINDOW. Way to be freaking subtle, guys!!

How about some other photos, since this is a personal entry.

Look at this super adorable baby corn snake ZOMFG!!!!!! This was at my school at some point.

I’m not sure where I saw this. Home Depot or something? Anyway, I liked how… obvious… it was.

There is almost nothing interesting about this picture, but I’m pretty sure I took it because I’d just started watching Once Upon A Time the previous day and then I saw this in a grocery store.

And now I’ve forgotten all the other stuff I needed to post about. Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day, everyone!

Day 5/8

Happy New Year!

I knew that if I got started with the New Year’s Eve festivities, I would not end up making an entry at all yesterday, so I took my tie picture in the early afternoon… and then still completely forgot to make an entry. Silleh.

So that’s yesterday’s tie. We’ll see if I get a picture of today’s tie before today is over. Anyway, we had our usual New Year’s Eve fun last night, and it was great. Yay!

I have been quite HoH-productive on this break. As previously, I haven’t really worked on any other story, but that’s OK. I did kinda want to solve my TLY problem before break was over, but it’s clear that this is not going to happen. One of these days…

The plan for New Year’s Day, as I believe I mentioned before, is for brother and I to watch a bunch of movies. Of course he has to get out of bed first, but I suppose that must happen eventually. Speaking of brother, here is a tale of previous times:

Every year, brother and I make sugar cookies and listen to the Worst CD Evar. OK, well, we like to do that at some point during the Christmas season; I don’t think we’ve actually done it every year. This year, despite being really busy, we did manage it. We used some cookie cutters Zombie Girl gave me at some point, and made a whole new array of hilariously ugly shapes. Laughing extremely hard (and not just at the WCE) is part of the point of this thing.

Mom, as usual, was not happy about the Worst CD Evar… she always comes in and complains about it, and also about the presence of cookies when she is on a diet. But we nevertheless made the cookies. And here is an excessive number of pictures of them!!

But you gotta love ’em anyway. I don’t care what they say anymore.

The big fire should be fully contained by the end of today. Over 500 homes have been destroyed in this one, which is so many more than last year it boggles the mind. Yesterday the entire city was buried in a smoky haze that turned the sun blood-red and hid half the mountains. Fortunately, there’s been more rain earlier than last year, which is part of the reason (despite much more destruction) this fire has been more quickly contained than last year’s was.

Some bees have built a nest inside the seat of my bicycle. This is so strange to me.

I dreamed I was a seemingly all-powerful magician. I lived in a house full of roommates, and was making my way back to it across a neighborhood. I encountered someone’s overgrown back yard and decided to cause a million flowers to grow throughout all the overgrowth. My roommates made fun of me for this. Next I encountered the neighborhood’s emergency food storage area. Everyone always donated food regularly, but the place was very badly organized. So I used magic to organize it, despite being able to see trouble arising from this in future: the new organization packed everything in much more tightly, which made it look as if there was less food there, and people were going to think I’d stolen some. But I didn’t care. Then there was… Pac-Man…

I also dreamed that I was at a Michael Jackson concert, and my mom was directing his orchestra ^__^

Hey, have you guys ever had chicken and waffles? I didn’t even know this was a thing until some chips flavored thus appeared recently. Then I discovered chicken and waffles on a menu at a restaurant and had to try them. So. Delicious.

Bees. Bees. Bees inside my bike. Wot.

I’ve been playing Dragon Age II a lot recently, and it is awesome. I hear very little praise of this game from anyone else, and everyone assures me the previous game was way better, so I’m actually really glad I randomly picked up the second in the series first. Because I loOoOove it, and if Origins is even better, then that is amazing.

The thing is, I’m not very good at video games, and I encountered a battle I couldn’t win no matter how I tried. Seriously, I think I went through it, like, twenty times and finally just decided to start the game over and try to be better prepared for that battle the next time I came to it XD But last night I also called in an expert (i.e. my brother, who is better at video games than I am and probably more patient in general), and he won the battle on his first try, never having played the game at all before. So now I can keep making out with Merrill all day playing with that character. Yay brother!

Lately I have made some decent progress on both HR and Confrérie, and more than a little of that has been at work during slow hours. What a lovely job I have XD Also, I’ve been doing a lot of recording again because sometimes that bug bites me. I’ve started re-recording Plastic, though I fear that any long story will never actually get a finished recording because there will always be an new edit of the story to make the existing recording outdated before it’s even finished.


A little dragon would be like my salamander cat

We had a lovely Christmas; we ate lots of delicious food (and I had my annual celery), and we played fun games. Telestrations is pretty well the best game ever invented. It was all vera nice. Then the next day I got the second shot of my rabies series and am $290 poorer. Lesta and I went to see Les Misérables, which was OK.

Then yesterday we all went up to Denver and visited the aquarium and the zoo. I got to see the myrms again *_____* There were only two this time, but they’ve improved their fins. So amazing and awesome and wonderful. And the zoolights were pretty fun, as always. ALSO WE ATE ALLIGATOR ZOMFG.

Today we had lunch at Tucanos (*___* meeeaaat) and then saw Cirque du Soleil: Worlds Away. I think it’s safe to say that once a year is about as frequently as my attention span can handle Cirque du Soleil. In the middle of the movie, fire alarms appeared, so we all had to go outside and freeze for a few minutes. That won us free tickets for the next movie we see at that theater, which is funny since we were using a gift card my grandparents sent us in the first place.

Tomorrow I have an appointment to get a new tattoo, which should be super awesome cool. And I need to get started on all the crap I have to get done over this break. But for the moment I kinda feel like playing WoW. Onward!

Inochi razu no mushidomo ga…

All right. Some things that have happened this past week:

I pre-ordered the new Kenshin movie DVD. ¥6000, but I REGRET NOTHING. So tired of not having seen that movie. Seriously, I freak out about it on a daily basis.

Front right tire on mom’s car kept going flat; I had to take the air compressor with me everywhere and fill the damn thing up every couple of hours. So I went to a tire store and had them replace both front tires; mom being out of town at this point, I had to pay for it, but supposedly I’ll be reimbursed sometime or other.

Anyway, while I was waiting on the tires to become applied to the car, I went and got sushi for lunch. Every time I’ve tried sushi in the past I haven’t liked it much, and this… was exactly the same. Not very delicious and it made me sick in the manner of an allergen, so I think I’m done with sushi. I did also find a super cute purse with spiders on, though, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time :D

I dreamed that it was my birthday and some friends had hired a prostitute for the party. In this dream apparently neither I nor my friends had any issue with taking advantage of this woman, and I woke up like O_o In another dream I was going to be sacrificed to a giant monster. Is this better or worse than the first? It seems, rather, simply a reversal of circumstances. I also had another very interesting dream, but I will talk about that in a more private entry since it sprang in part from what would constitute fic spoilers.

Oh, man, only one more week of stupid school before a nice little break. A couple of days ago, we got to fill out surveys about the competence of our new teacher, and… hmm… well, I really hope she has a strong and resilient spirit and isn’t made incredibly unhappy by the wave of negativity that produced. She’s a pretty damn awful teacher, and nobody much likes her. But it’s not that we want her fired or anything… just to stop sucking. We’re all looking forward to our winter break.

I decided I’ma get those rabies shots after all. I arranged to receive a “living expenses” stipend as part of my student loan, and I got that check this past week. So now my hospital bill from almost two years ago is finally paid, and what I have left will cover the rabies vaccination. It still seems painfully expensive, but also to be a one-time thing, so I might as well do it now when I’ve got the money, right? Ugh.

There’s probably more interesting stuff that’s happened since I last made a real entry, but I can’t remember any of it right now. So up this goes.

Ahh! I told you, He-Man, I know this jungle too well! Ah ha ha ha ha!

Oh, man, I’m hungry. Maybe I will have some delicious brats for lunch *__*

This past week at school has been this really stupid “office management” thing, and the most boring of aaallll. Fortunately it’s over now. Once upon a time, though, something really funny happened. Beware! because I am a jerk.

So for our “major project” this six-week sequence, we have to choose a breed (of any animal) and do a paper on it. Since the teacher, very understandably, doesn’t want to read thirty-two papers on GSD’s or whatever, she declared that there shall be no duplicates. On the sign-up sheet next to the one we use to sign in every day, everyone wrote what breed they chose; of course there was a lot of “Crap, somebody took the one I wanted” involved.

Since I wasn’t terribly worried about anyone else wanting my choice, the Romney pig, I signed up later than most and therefore got to see most of the others’ choices. And I noted that this one really, really stupid girl had written next to her name, “birds.” I had to work pretty hard not to laugh out loud. She eventually erased it and (presumably) put something rational, but just the thought of it still makes me laugh.

OK, so. I dreamed that I revisited a house in which I had formerly lived. Living there now was a group of college-age guys, and they had allowed the house to become the most amazing, disgusting mess you can imagine. Probably because I had such fond memories of the place, I wanted to rectify this situation, and went to the one guy that was home at that moment to offer to clean the house for them for a small fee. He refused my services, so I was going to leave.

On the way out, however (and how I hadn’t discovered this on the way in I haven’t the faintest idea), I found that these guys kept all their pets in the front room. Many of these pets should have been in cages, but none of them were. There were, like, twenty snakes and some rodents, and several cats that just attacked whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to. The snakes started getting all over me, and some of them were biting me. This apparently wasn’t a problem, but it was a problem that I wasn’t going to be able to leave without taking some of these snakes with me because they were wrapped all around me. So I was calling for the guy to come put his pets away when the dream ended.

In a different dream, there was an evil dog that kept appearing and dragging people off to do horrible things to them where nobody could see. The evil dog scared me a bit, but I decided to deal with it anyway. It was behind a thing doing something horrible to a person, and I started to call out to it tauntingly. It came out in a rage, and I awesomely faked not being afraid of it and continued taunting it. It tried to bite me, but I totally bit it instead XD I love my dreams.

I have an internship coming up in January, and in preparation for that I have to make sure I have all these different vaccinations. Yesterday I got a tetanus shot, and ZOMFG YOU GUYS this thing cost ninety dollars. My arm’s a little sore, but the price hurt way more. I have to get a rabies vaccine too, but that’ll have to wait for another paycheck :/

Things I’ve learned from He-Man today:

1. Krackens have bird beaks and wings.
2. Giant crude robotic rhinos on tank treads make admirable gods.
3. Eternians can hold their breaths underwater indefinitely.
4. Sherlock Holmes was awesome.


Happy Thankstimes on peoples

On Monday we took the final for one of our classes and then did some other stuff. By going-home time we had our end grades for that class. Now, at this dumbass school we have this “professionalism” score that includes things like not swearing (heh), wearing our nametags and shit, and being on time, and this score directly affects our grades.

I’ve been about three minutes late two or three times because I had to drive Lesta to work before school and he wasn’t ready to go in a timely fashion. The words of my teacher, who knew the reason for those late arrivals, were, “Tell your brother he cost you your A.”

Of course if I’d had a higher A to begin with, those few tardies wouldn’t have been enough to knock it down… but it’s more than a little annoying to have a circumstance beyond my control cause the first B I’ve ended up with at this school.

Our teacher has had unexpected circumstances that are causing her to move across the country all of a sudden, so the class all donated some moneys for a going-away present for her. On Tuesday I took those moneys to my work and used my employee discount to buy an arrangement, which I of course made myself. I had to stay late to do so, because it was so madly busy getting ready for yesterday.

I dipped freaking everything in chocolate, and it turns out that dipping freaking everything in chocolate makes for a fairly ugly arrangement. The good news is that freaking everything is then dipped in chocolate. Teacher seemed to like it, anyway.

Yesterday we took our last final, and once again I got the highest score of anyone. It left me with nearly 100% in that class, and I wished some of the points could be used for my other class to even things out, mou. But whatevs. Now I have four days in a row off from school! And on Monday we’ll see how the new teacher can be. And supposedly this next couple of classes is the hardest and most tedious; we’ll see about that too.

Today my family is going to eat Thanksgiving food at Tucano’s. We’ve never been to a restaurant on Thanksgiving before, and I’ve never been to Tucano’s at all. I’m excited, because I hear rumors of large amounts of meat and a buffet. Buffets are the best for people with stupid unusual food allergies because it eliminates the need to get all picky at a server. And meat. MEAT. Ahem.

So I dreamed about Saitou, which is much the best type of dream. In one, he and I were undercover doing… something… and we were at this camp with a bunch of, like, high-schoolers or something? The idea of Saitou trying to pass for a high-schooler is more than a little hilarious (and I too would probably have a bit of a hard time), but moving on. We needed to exchange information, and evidently the way to do that was for him to pretend to be a party boi and invite all the girls over to his cabin after lights-out so I’d have an excuse to go over there. This is also pretty hilarious.

All of a sudden I can’t even begin to remember the second Saitou dream, even though that one was more recent. That’s annoying. Yay Saitou.

Speaking of high school, in a different dream I was going to high school (whether normally or going back for no good reason in the style of many a dream I’ve had was unclear), and I’d been made the running back for the girl’s football team. We all needed to wear our jerseys and these white shorts to school one day; and, while I was pleased with my jersey, I was bracing myself for the reaction of my schoolmates to my unshaven legs under the white shorts.

As is fairly typical in my high school dreams, I couldn’t remember my locker combination. These lockers were glass-fronted refrigerators as in a grocery store. Some of the school faculty was around when I was trying to open mine, because somebody nearby had continually put inappropriate items in his or her locker and they were trying to get this person to stop. This time there was a super cute snake in there.

The End.