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Permalink You’d think if you have something set up for autopay, people would tell you when the card on file becomes out of date, and not wait until a week after this year’s payment is due.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.
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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*
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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.
Permalink So, here’s the joke:
I’m bitter and moody, I hate happy people and sunlight. My favorite song in the entire universe, till the end of ever, amen? The happiest, sunniest song ever — “Walking on Sunshine.”
Yeah.
sounds like: aj & aly, “walking on sunshine” ON REPEAT UNTIL I DIE
Permalink WHEEEE! She is ours, precioussssssss. *twirls* Seriously, man, love Sheena. So. Much. And even with shipping, I ended up paying less than I’ve seen people ask for opening bids. Gotta see about getting her a little case to sit in, so she can be all dust-free.
Also? The whole msscribe story goes on FOR. EV. ER. I imagine it went on a lot more forever for people who actually lived it. Poor bastards.
I am this >< close to having to put mixtape on a different filter. Seriously, if they're letting through like, three or four new posts a day before even lunchtime, my flist's gonna be flooded. It fucking IS flooded. At this rate, I almost hope they do decide to boot any member who doesn’t submit a post, just so that I can actually read my flist, again. THEY’RE POSTING MORE THAN THE ICON TUTORIALS COMM, PEOPLE. And they’re significantly harder to skip past. *sprays them all in boiling boogers*
……….I. Wow. That was really unbelivably disgusting. And. Sounded kind of painful, really.
Permalink I think we have a bird living in our chimney. o.O;
Am very tired, but I’ve been sucked in by the psycho story of msscribe and her amazing sockpuppets, and I’m having trouble breaking away.
Also, there’s an auction for a Sheena figure ending in a few hours, and we wants it, our preciousssssss. …..actually, at this point, I think its mostly the Sheena figure, because I’m tired enough that all the amazing investigative journalfenning is starting to blur into a written version of the grown-ups’ voices in Peanuts cartoons. *eyes glaze* Must…make it…to…end…of page….
Permalink And that lasted about two seconds. Bah. I don’t know, the chart bar’s supposed to work with Windows Media Player 9 or 10, and hi, Kasumi’s running 10. WORK, DAMN YOU, WORK!
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