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Monday, July 31, 2006
Kasumi's mouse is acting wonky. If it was like Poofu's, I'd just take it apart and clean it out, but unfortunately the stupid laptop mouse is all one piece. No screws anywhere, even the release catch for the battery compartment is stealthed.
*sighs* I really don't want to have to buy a new one. I'm broke enough as it is.
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Saturday, July 29, 2006
Had a bad headache last night. Even Excedrin Migraine didn't help; ended up taking Motrin on top of it and going to bed early with an ice-pack. Not feeling great this morning, either, but better than I was.
I really like Dove's cleansing facial cloths. I have decent skin mostly, but in the last year or so I've developed a dry, rough patch on one cheek. The cloths make it all smooth and soft, and its totally worth that odd smell all Dove products seem to have.
Its getting pretty bright out, so I think I will descend into the cooldark known as the basement. Maybe put another ice pack on my neck and see if I can stand to play some Symphonia.
Alrighty. Sounds like a plan.
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
So, Lance came out. My mother, when I tell her, just smiles, and goes, "Good for him! Its about time." *snickers* I love my mother a really lot.
I do have some problems with the article, specifically regarding his family. Or, really, the whole "recent" vibe they gave it. I can totally believe that his family had some problems with the news, as they not only live in the Bible Belt, but Mississippi specifically (and I know folks who live near where Lance is from, ok, not the most open-minded area of the world), and are themselves Baptist, which is also not always super-open-minded. And really, even the most intelligent, educated, accepting people can have sudden problems dealing with things when its not just an idea, or so-and-so down the street, but their very own child/sibling/etc. So, yeah, I can mostly buy that part.
Its the idea that its recent that makes me call bullshit. I mean, Diane Bass has never come across as a moron. So why, when your son has been in the spotlight for about 10 years, when there are mags that will and have printed all kinds of lies and rumors about him and his bandmates just to sell a couple extra issues, when even reputable publications have been known to get things flat-out wrong or not be able to tell when their writers submit fiction -- why would you ever believe anything posted about your son on the internet? That's just. That's beyond idiocy, and she's not an idiot. Which means that either the timing is a lie, or her finding out via the net is a lie. Hard to say which, really. And I don't entirely blame him for coming up with whichever lie it is, just because ANYTHING is better than giving publicity to a certain cockroach dick with two last names.
But you'd still think he'd come up with a better lie. Make it your grandma. Say Reichen is gonna dump your girly-hipped ass unless you come out. But don't make your mother look dumber than Britney.
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I heart FoxyTunes.
sounds like anne hathaway, "somebody to love"
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
You know your emotions are shot when you cry at the end of "Find Me Guilty" because Jackie has to go back to jail alone while all the other mobsters go home.
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Friday, July 21, 2006
I need a haircut. God only knows how long it will be until I actually get one, since I've needed one for a couple weeks now.
I love how Sam's Club is about as well organized as Merry Maids. We found out the membership had expired like, a month or so ago when we tried to get gas at Sam's and couldn't. The renewal notice only came yesterday. *rolls eyes*
I'm tired. I wanted today to be a sleep day, but I've been up since five, so apparently that was not meant to be. I'll probably putz around pretend to work on creative stuff until I get run down enough to sleep.
In the meantime, I'm going to try and ignore my desire for a Friendly's strawberry shortcake sundae.
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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Note to self: buy a Holly Brook album.
Got to talk to Miss Glory briefly the other day, feel a little better for it. Still sad and tired and generally sucky, but not as much. Which often is really all I want, anyway.
I updated my FTP program, and it won't let me enter the registration code. Like, the place where I'm supposed to enter it doesn't even exist. And despite the fact that its been a few days already, it still says "you are on day 0 of your 30 day evaluation period." Um. Okay. As long as it keeps working, man.
Yesterday I picked up a small bag of Martin's Kettle Gold chips. They're really good, they're crispy and tasty and less greasy than most chips, and salted without being a big slice of salt. Next time I get chips, I definitely have to remember to look for them.
And now, I go play Tradewinds 2.
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Monday, July 17, 2006
Oh, wow. I had forgotten how much I liked some of the later episodes in Charmed's third season. Like the 7 Deadly Sins one, or Prue Turns Into a Dog! Which, yes, not the actual titles, the actual titles are often painfully bad, and let's face it, you might remember "Look Who's Barking" but Prue Turns Into a Dog? Definitely.
And. Wow. WOW the horrible bad lameness of Shax. I did not remember him looking that ridiculous. Ouch.
Watching this really makes me sad this is my last season. And y'know, if it was just a matter of switching out Prue and Shannen for Paige and Rose, I might be tempted to buy more. But the problem is, once Prue's gone, everything likable about Phoebe starts going out the window, and as much as I like Rose and some of the post-Prue eps, the replaceable-sister aspect never really made sense, and just cheapened the whole thing.
Also? I really can't stand how, S4 on, it often became the "Alyssa Milano is SOSEXYOMG" show. Just gag me. She's cute, yes. Pretty, even. She has a nice smile and a decent rack. That's about it. And yet we're repeatedly bludgeoned with the idea of her as some uber-sexy femme fatale/love guru, and expected to believe that she goes to work in a newspaper office wearing "clothes" that look like they should be on the lubed-up slutty girl in a music video. It was just sickening and ludicrous (and hi, I'm talking about a show about witches and demons, and THE WARDROBE is the ludicrous part? What the fuck?) and even if she had been remotely sexy to begin with, all of that would have completely killed it.
*sighs* Probably best that my personal collection will end with this season. All the fun and butt-kicking, none of the "Phoebe becomes Ho-be." And it even has its own (somewhat dark) wrap-up. You can't ask much more than that from a show.
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
My Sheena figure came yesterday. Its so cute! And tiny! Which I knew going in, really, the listing said she was only about four inches tall, its just hard to picture the size properly until you have it in your hands. Particularly when most of the pictures are like this:
Its so close up, and with only the box behind it, you just don't get a real good referrence size-wise. (That's not the one I bought, by the by. Or, it is, in that I got that variant, but its not, in that mine was boxless but still bagged, from a different seller.) I actually like the one where she's in that same pose, holding a single white card better, but mostly I just wanted Sheena.
And now I have her. YAY!
I kind of want to get a couple more, but Kratos and Zelos can run a little pricey, and the Lloyd and Presea variants that I like don't pop up that often (and even less often outside of sets). I have yet to see any version of Raine or Regal; I don't know if they just never got made, or if they're so rare people can't get ahold of them. I hope they're just really rare, because it'd be a shame if there was like, three versions of farking Colette, and none of Raine, who is actually interesting and useful in battle.
And I'm not just saying that because I somehow ended up with Raine as my girlfriend in the game. Really. Stop looking at me like that.
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
BookCloseOuts.com will be my undoing. I just ordered from them like, last week, and now I'm ordering more. Cheap books are my weakness, yo.
I want to say something, but I have nothing to say. And even if I did, there'd be no one to say it to.
I started copying entries from my Blurty over to my LJ, with the possibility of deleting the Blurty when I was done. I might also just leave it, since it is an Early Adopter account, but I haven't used it in...I don't even know how long.
I wonder if I talk people into getting take-out from East Shangrila later. I feel like eggrolls.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
Its raining. Sadly, I don't think this means it will be cooler later.
Watched "The Fast and the Furious" earlier. It was fun, I have no interest in the second one. There is the faint possibility that I might watch "Tokyo Drift" when that winds its way to DVD, simply because I have a Vin kink, and an Asian kink, and the two intersecting for even half a minute is enough to make me tingly.
I have to say, I didn't find it nearly as slashy as folks had implied. I mean, yeah, Vince totally acted like a possessive ex-girlfriend any time Dom and Bryan got within ten yards of each other, and the scene with the unloading of daddy-trauma and past crimes was clearly meant to show the deep bond growing between D and B, but...really, that scene was just weird and not as explanatory as I think it was meant to be ("OMG I saw my daddy burn and heard his screams but they were my own, WOE! BTW, totally almost murdered this guy because I COULDN'T STOP HITTING HIM." Uh. Okay. But why'd you start hitting him, honey?). And, honestly, I liked the Dom/Lettie thing too much to really feel any boylove.
I mean, they were so awesome! He's all huge and she's teeny, and she gets all "BACK OFF BITCHES HES MINE!" and he just smiles and is all "baby, you know its all you." And she has such attitude and this big "touch me or objectify me and I will use your balls as fuzzy dice" aura, and he comes along and just manhandles her every which way and calls her his trophy, and she's suddenly an eager little docile kitten. They ROCK, and you will never convince me otherwise.
....I wonder if there's any Dom/Lettie fic out there....
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
CHEYENNE'S ALBUM IS OUT TODAY! Go buy it. Seriously. Or I'll cry. And that'll be really easy for me, since I feel like doing it, anyway.
Buy it so I can smile, dammit.
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Sunday, July 09, 2006
You'd think if you have something set up for autopay, people would tell you when the card on file becomes out of date, and not wait until a week after this year's payment is due. You would, however, think wrong.
Got to talk to Mel for a while, which was nice. She's got a job as a barrista, and studying to be a sushi chef. It seems fitting.
I watched the first episode of Psych. It was pretty funny, and I definitely like the premise. Hopefully I'll actually remember when its on, so that I can watch it.
I'm torn between sleeping, and playing something. I think, since I'm a bit hungry, I'll grab a snack and play for a while.
Look at me, all making sense and stuff.
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Friday, July 07, 2006
And welcome to my depression. Fuck. I woke up at 3am, and felt so crappy and tired I went back to bed at 8. Where I promptly couldn't sleep because my brain was all loud, and I wound up crying over non-existant things. Woke up again at 1, because of some bizarre sound that I now think only existed in my head, because nothing was on to make the noise, and no one else seemed to hear anything strange, anyway.
And now its 4, and I've tried eating, and I've tried reading, and I made sure to take my stupid fucking iron pill, even though the only thing that really happens when I forget it is headaches and vague illness (and even that requires me to forget for a few days in a row).
And I still feel like shit. I feel depressed and alienated and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna cry soon, and I'd really like to just go back to bed (again), except then I know I'll cry, and I hate crying more than just about anything.
Even more than me.
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Wednesday, July 05, 2006
I have the refrain to "Leave the Pieces" stuck in my head. Even just in my head, it kind of hurts my ears. Bleh. I blame myself, really. We went to WalMart yesterday, and it was playing when we went in, and I just kind of grumbled, and then we wound up at electronics by way of the music department, and. It turns out that no matter how much I might hate the album, when faced with Michi's gorgeous, gorgeous picture, I simply cannot say no.
I'm really quite disgusted with myself.
Of course, part of that might be my lingering "no one wants me around wah" bullshit. I'M REALLY SICK OF IT, OKAY, IT CAN PASS ANY TIME NOW.
In other, better, more wonderful news... YOSHIKI IS GOING TO BE AT OTAKON. And I now need new panties. Guh.
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Monday, July 03, 2006
Its late, and raining, and I am making grilled cheese in the toaster oven. Mmmm, grilled cheese.
I read Seven Up in one night, so I went to BookCloseouts and ordered three more from the series. Generally, if I read something that fast, its a sign that I liked it. And it was a fun book, and BC is cheap, so. Nothing but good, there.
This is freakishly cute. And kind of a little frightening.
Oh! My grilled cheese is done! *scampers off*
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
Very tired. Should try to sleep. Most likely will wander off shortly to bind what there is of "The Center, Bk 2" and possibly play some Symphonia, instead. Because I'm just that dumb.
There's a chance I might meet my Lion in September. That's pretty cool. Wish I was thinner. And smarter, and cooler, and a million other things that really just amount to "better."
In less depressing news, Cheyenne's album comes out in 9 days. And then after that I get to count down the days till 'Tina's, and then Justin's, and wait for Jive to actually release a date for JC's. Although, really, if it means we can skip the "repeatedly postponed for 8 months" bullshit that happened with the first album, I would happily settle for an "oh, hey, we put that out last week" from them. And, I would gladly put up with eight months of delays and fucking around on Justin's album, if it meant that he would change that heinous title.
I miss my beloveds.
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Saturday, July 01, 2006
Ah, double-dipped chocolate-covered peanuts dropped into a bag of freshly popped popcorn. So good, so utterly gooey-gross.
It seems so weird to me that you can get Amy Jo Johnson albums on CDbaby. I mean, I knew she sang and whatnot, its just. I guess my brain has trouble concieving of her without a pink helmet involved.
I seem to be in another period of sleeping in brief, random bursts. I'm already sick of it, and its really just aggravating my "nobody likes me or wants me around" gloom.
On top of it, I feel selfish and awful for feeling that way, because Mel and Glory both have way, WAY more reason to feel depressed and stressed and unloved than I do, and they're...well, actually, I imagine they feel pretty awful. But they actually have a reason, and they're not sitting whining about it when they don't have reason and people they care about are getting fucked by life.
It just sucks, and I suck, and. There's a lot of sucking.
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