Urghhhhhhh

Aug. 26th, 2008 11:10 am
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Coming back to work after a vacation weekend was bad enough, but one thing after another combined to make yesterday one of the worst Mondays ever. Then I had to spectacularly end my Horrible Day of Horribleness by dropping my favorite necklace into the sink.

I gave up and went to bed after that, only to wake up this morning to discover that my eyes are swollen and my neck hurts so much I can't turn my head at all.

URGHHHHHHHHH.

My bright spot of the day was watching the rhythmic gymnastics individuals final. I love Anna Bessanova because she's adorable and has the most interestingly choreographed routines. I would totally put my kid into rhythmic gymnastics if it didn't look so political. Right after I commented aloud that the politics reminded me of ice dancing, the commentator said something along the lines of "Rhythmic gymnastics is very much like ice dance in that you have to pay your dues..." Ha.

Big Bear was loads of fun. Expect a more detailed report later when I have pics.

HOLY CRAP MY NECK HURTS SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP

Argh

Jun. 28th, 2008 12:37 am
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So last week we had a power outage, and this week, our cable is on the fritz. That makes two episodes in a row that I've missed of Doctor Who, and it makes me angry. Come on, with Scrubs gone during the summer, I only record ONE SHOW on television, and all the elements are conspiring to make sure I can't get it. WHY DO YOU LAUGH AT ME?

Really full from the barbecue today, but it was tons of fun. But srsly, guys, I am so full. SO FULL.

Also, it is very dry here and I am thirsty right now. But I am too lazy to go downstairs to get a drink. So ha.

Wow, I'm so boring, I have nothing to post about. Here, have a picture of my cat. Or two.



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YOU ALL NOW KNOW WHAT YOU CAN GET ME FOR CHRISTMAS.

Ok, maybe not. LAWL! I was thinking of asking my parents, but they were already very "tsk tsk" about buying me the Legolas knives last year. I guess I'll check Ebay after the holiday season.

And hey, it's Christmas. And it's Narnia season. All this anti-Christian sentiment? REALLY starting to piss me off here. You want to celebrate our holiday, but you don't want to call it by name because it makes your uncomfortable? Make up your own frickin' holiday then. Or go join KWANZA, if that's fictional enough for you. You like Christmas trees, but you don't like their name? WELL I HOPE YOU GET STABBED IN THE EYE WITH PINE NEEDLES! (Ok, maybe that wasn't the wittiest comeback I was looking for...) And, y'know, why can't people just see Narnia as the fascinating fantasy tale that it is? I watched it completely as a good children's epic. I don't understand why a few subtle Christian elements of symbolism should immediately cast a black mark on it.

I could write a much longer rant, but it's been done to death already.

So all those people who want Christmas changed to "THE HOLIDAY WHERE WE PUT UP LIGHTS AND TREES AND GIVE EACH OTHER PRESENTS AND STUFF", I say they can just go take a nice dive off the next cliff they come 'round.

Anyway, besides wanting to see Narnia 91827938739849573 more times, other movies I am interested in seeing.

King Kong - LORD JACKSON WILL NOT DISAPPOINT
Memoirs of a Geisha - WITH THOSE DAMN CHINKS INSTEAD OF THEM JAPPOS
Walk the Line - JOAQUIN PHOENIX SINGS! NUFF SAID
The Producers - SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER AND GERMANY
Fun with Dick and Jane - THE PART IN THE TRAILER AT THE JAPANESE RESTAURANT WAS LOL
The Brothers Grimm - OH WAIT THATS DVD LAWL
Pirates of the Carribean 2 - SUMMER IS TOO FAR AWAY

STUFF IM NOT SURE ABOUT:
Casanova - On one hand, it's Heath Ledger. In a period piece. On the other hand, it's got the most annoying, stereotypical Mary Sue EVA. And it looks sickeningly horrific as plot. BUT IT'S HEATH LEDGER IN A PERIOD PIECE!
The New World - I hate Colin Farrell 4 eva and eva and eva and eva and eva and eva, and I don't think anything in the world could ever redeem him. On the other hand, it has Christian Bale and Injuns and guns and ships and stuff.
Brokeback Mountain - WELL IT HAS HEATH LEDGER. Anyway, I don't really want to see it that much, but [livejournal.com profile] angrykeebler is just SO damn insistent on it! He claims he'll die if he doesn't see it soon because he just wants to see it that badly!
Rent - I just want to see what the big deal is about. I wonder if they sing that Team America song. LOLOLOL! Y'know, they should make a Les Miz movie.

That would rock.

BAH

Jan. 28th, 2005 04:46 pm
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MY MOM: OMG WHO GAVE YOU A RIDE THIS MORNING OMG OMG SPAZZ WTF AGHLKDFJSLAJ!!!
ME: WTF DID YOU CALL ME AT WORK JUST TO ASK ME THIS
MY MOM: OMG YOU HAVE TO DRIVE YO SISTA AROUND TO 38271987 PLACES TONIGHT BECAUSE I SAID SO
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG OMG SPAZZ WHO HAS BEEN GIVING YOU RIDES TO WORK OMG I MUST KNOW THIS IS SO SUSPICIOUS AND WHY ARE YOU GONE ON FRIDAY NIGHTS ALL THE TIME HOW DARE YOU NOT STAY HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT THAT IS UNHEARD OF NO ONE GOES OUT ON FRIDAY NIGHTS YOU MUST STAY HOME OMG OMG SPAZZZZZZZZZZ AND TELL ME WHO GIVES YOU RIDES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
ME: WTF
MY MOM: THEY BETTER BE FEMALE OMG
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG I WILL SPEAK TO YOU LATER ABOUT THIS BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS OMG SPAZZ AND U MUST NEVAH GO OUT AT NIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CLICK
ME: WTF

TEH END

I can't wait 'til I move out.

Anyway, I had this strange dream. This random friend (who looked strangely like Amy Lee from Evanescence) was running around in the rain, looking for a job. She kept bothering people because she was cold and wet, but the only person who would give her a job was this black chick who owned a clothing store. She insisted that my friend go climb these trees and pat them down or something odd like that. At first, I told Friend not to do it because it was raining hard, but she finally did it, and then the black chick was so grateful that she let us have new clothes for free from her store. Suddenly, the store turned into a Versace store and there were flat screen TVs everywhere, and they were replaying the U.S. Nationals. Kimmie Meissner was skating around in this strange poofy shirt that looks like a shirt my aunt has. I hung around to watch BB, who was next, but then they just kept playing commercials and more commercials, including this one for TEXAS JEEPS, which had President Bush driving along in a jeep, smiling and giving a thumbs up out the window. WTF. They were about to play yet another commercial when I woke up.

I hate commercials.
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So do people just have suicidal tendencies these days? Do they desire to be run over? What possesses these travelers on foot – commonly known as “pedestrians” – to run into incoming traffic with the heedless blissfulness of a brainless zombie?

It’s only morning, and I’ve already run across three of them. Well, run across as in the expression, although my car physically running across their flailing bodies was a near possibility. I’m driving down a very busy major street, and this businessman in a suit suddenly dashes out into the middle of the road -- right in front of my car, which is going at about 50mph. Now, really, couldn’t he have afforded to walk the extra few feet to the stoplight? Barring that, couldn’t he have picked a better time to dash madly into the street? Say, when there were no cars? Didn’t his parents ever teach him not to run across the street? Apparently, it matters not. All the world must bow to him, and all the traffic must stop for him.

Then, I’m about to turn left when I actually have a left-turn arrow flashing green at me, which of course means that the street I’m turning into has a distinctive red hand mark waving its warnings to those who wish to cross. But never mind that, what do those silly little hands know anyway? An old man just starts to strut across the street ON RED LIGHT which means I have to brake awkwardly in the middle of the intersection to avoid running his wrinkled arse over.

Then if that weren’t enough, I get ready to turn right on the next street, when Man-in-short-shorts on a bike rides halfway into the street and STOPS. Which means if I turn right, I will completely flatten his skinny little body, his stupidly short shorts, and the heap of junk metal that is his bike. Not only that, but people coming from the other direction have to swerve into the next lane because he’s just freakin’ parked in the middle of the bloody lane! When I’m late to work, the last thing I want to stop for is some moron-in-short-shorts standing cluelessly in the middle of the lane. No, honking and frantic waving of arms have no effect.

Next time you see a dumb pedestrian, do the world a favor. Crush their sorry, blissfully unaware bodies, and the world will be a better place. Except for you, of course, who will be in jail.

Damn this country’s laws.

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Here's me trying to have a normal conversation with my parents.

ME: So, hey, who won the Men's Gymnastics yesterday? Was it Japan? Cuz we were watching it at TGIF but the sound was turned off.
PARENTS: OMG YOU WERE OUT THAT LATE WHY WERE YOU OUT AT THAT TIME OMG!

I am moving out. Repeat mantra. I am moving out.

Now my dad has been blabbing on and on and on and on... Something about - you know what? I don't know. He's using his Pompous Voice which annoys the hell out of me, so I automatically tune out the words. But the sound of it is still intensely aggravating. Like a screechy alarm clock you just can't turn off.

I had plans to go out and play pool tonight. But then I want to do that tomorrow, too. OH NO, GOING OUT THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW?! THE WORLD MAY COLLAPSE ON ITSELF NOW! Plus, the Olympics beckons tonight.

On hindsight though, totally not worth staying at home for.

I am SO moving out.

*yawn*

Jul. 8th, 2004 09:25 pm
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I am bored. And sick. How did I catch a cold in the middle of July? Beats me. My head feels too thick for me to be doing any writing, yet I don't feel like going to sleep before midnight because the thought appalls me (I haven't done that since like 9th grade!).

So out of pure boredom, I opened up the romance novel Angela so badly wanted me to read. Good lord, I can only muddle my way through about three pages at a time (and that's only when I'm feeling particularly masochistic). For starters, each page is like the Hovel of a Thousand Metaphors. Do I really need everything and its mother compared to something else? Must there be a parallel example for everything? Second of all, the dialogue makes me feel a good deal sicker than I already am. "I need you, Gavin! I need you to hold me and to love me! You have filled the gaping hole that was hidden in my heart!" (Oh, you just wait and see what else he fills, you dumb broad! *slaps self*) Then the narration itself drips in over-flowery, obnoxious, run-on sentences. Why should any of this surprise me? I don't know, maybe because I've never actually tried to read a romance novel seriously myself. I think I need to go clean my eyes out with some bad teenage fanfic. Fight fire with fire as they say. OMGWTF I M SO BLNID Y ALL THSI Pr0n??!!!?!!!!!11!!!1!!

I need some alchohol.

So...

Jun. 9th, 2004 10:48 pm
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Apparently, my mother is stalking me. Yes, you heard me correctly. My mom is stalking me.

My bank statements still go home since I change apartments every year for college so it's much more convenient to still use the home address as my permanent address. My sister just told me that my mom opened up my bank statement and read through all the charges on my debit card. Much excitement ensued when my mother PULLED OUT A CALENDAR and started looking up all the dates on which I had used the card (which, if you know me, is every day. You can basically trace where I've been the entire month from my bank statement). She then started panicking and hyperventilating when she realized I had used the card *gasp* at the mall in the VALLEY on a WEEKDAY when I possibly couldn't get there by myself on the weekdays since I leave my car at home. OH NO IS NATALIE GOING OUT OF HER APARTMENT ON WEEKDAYS AND COULD IT POSSIBLY BE WITH BOYS?!? Apparently, she had a real fit and proceeded to trace down WHERE I HAD BEEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN' DAY!!! Why??? Why did Natalie buy gas on Thursday? Why did Natalie buy clothes on a Wednesday? Why did Natalie go to McDonalds on Sunday?

Good grief, aren't there laws about this?!

The most annoying part is somehow I vaguely feel like I'm in trouble but I haven't the faintest clue WHY I would be. Gah.
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I am not a happy camper.

So Justin and I decided to go to Best Buy for the Dominic Monaghan autograph session. He bought a Return of the King DVD, I got a Merry picture, and we were all set. We got there at 10pm, waited nearly 4 hours in a huge line, standing the entire time. Right when we start nearing the Best Buy entrances, they come out going, "We're sorry, but Dom's got a plane to catch."

No freakin' way. In desperation, the remaining crowd gathers around the doors hoping to see the glorious Dom. I myself am among them, pathetically craning my neck hoping for just a glimpse. I do catch a little bit of him, but just as we are all thus pitifully engaged, the Best Buy employees come over and pull down the shutters, effectively shutting us out completely. What the hell? Since we were deprived of an autograph, does that mean we're also automatically stripped of the honor of seeing him? I'm grateful that Dom was kind enough to stay an hour later than he was supposed to, and I'm grateful he was so kind as to talk with every freakin' fan in front of us and give them hugs, but since I am not in the group, I'm going to be selfish and state that I was very pissed off.

I am still very pissed.

There goes my entire evening. And for once, I was actually planning to do work.

Once again, folks, Natalie is not a happy camper. Remember, she likes to be rewarded when she waits in line.

I now retire to my room of puny mortals to brood in silence.
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When I was young, I used to have so many dreams. I wanted to own horses. I wanted to be in a musical. I wanted to be a writer. (I also wanted to be a mad-fencing pirate, but that's beside the point.) And most of all, I wanted to play a piano concerto with a full orchestra, complete with all the musicians in black, a distinguished old conductor who would shake my hand, a long flowing ballgown that would almost cover my sparkly yet not-too-high-heeled shows (ideal for pressing the pedal with shaking legs), and an audience full of friends and parents who would be so proud of me, and they'd give me a standing ovation and lots of thick flower bouquets.

So two decades later I sit and take stock of my life. I'm living in a rundown apartment, typing on my computer from the floor because I was too lazy to ever get my desk fixed. I'm completing a major that makes people give me a sympathetic "good luck begging in the streets" look when I tell them what I'm doing. I'm graduating this summer with absolutely no plans set up for the summer or anything after. I'm still being driven to school by my dad who lectures me on how impossible it is to find jobs at all in the wide world. I stare blankly at people who ask me what my ambitious plans for life are. I'm stuck with a basic English degree because I've just been rejected from the Creative Writing program, proving what I have previously suspected - that my writing sucks - is indeed true. I've realized I could never make it as a writer because I just don't think on the same depth as smart people do. I've realized that I really am as lazy and unambitious as my parents say I am.

I've come to terms with those dreams of being a writer or a star, and I'm ok with them. The only one I really ever regret is the piano concerto one. I still daydream about it sometimes, and it hurts that I would never be good enough (or rich enough) to make it happen (unless some charity high school orchestra suddenly took pity on me, and they'd have to be a pretty bad orchestra to not be able to find a better gig). At this point, I'd love to be a keyboardist for a garage goth band, as long as I don't have to write the music, because hey, we all discovered that I suck at that too! Anyway, I'm not feeling at all self-pitying. More...angry at myself and my unbearably slothful nature.

This rant has been brought to you by your friendly neighborhood radio which happened to play Rachmaninoff's Concerto #2 just in time to bring back memories.

Stoo-pid

Feb. 16th, 2004 01:02 am
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So it's 1am and I'm toiling through my paper at the pace of a microscopic amoeba. Perhaps even slower. This is me: Type a line. Stare into space for 20 minutes. Read what I've written without really reading it. Type another line. Progress is, to say the least, minimal. Anyone know what significance hide-and-seek has with the question of identity?

In the meantime, while I slog through the slough of my own stupidity, I must make a brief comment on the vastly superior imbecility of some of my fellow humans. Namely, why do they exist? This lady comes up to me at work today, demanding a $1.50 refund since the claw/grab-candy machine was out of order. I told her very politely that I wasn't allowed to give refunds, at which she excitedly began trying to convince me that the machine really really didn't work. She tried six times. With six quarters. SIX?! When you put money in a vending machine and nothing comes out, don't you attempt it one more time at the most? Why in hell did she feel the need to test it six times?! As if that weren't enough, she offered to try another two more times in front of me to prove that the machine didn't work! (On a side note, why did a middle-aged woman want to play a candy game so badly anyway?) So again, I told her politely but firmly, no refunds. To make her feel better, I send one of the workers to look at the machine. He comes back, says, "This lady is dumb. Look at the machine." I look.

It's off.

Yes, it's off. Unplugged. Now, I would understand somewhat if this were a vending machine, and one didn't notice the little lights here and there were off. But this candy machine is EXTREMELY well-lighted, little flashing colorful lights everywhere, sing-songy ditties spewing out the speakers, little screen depicting the number of quarters. And it was all off. The machine stood AWAY from the wall, the cord clearly unplugged, pitch-black and silent. I point out tactfully to Dumb Lady that the machine was off. She blows it right off and says that it's OUR fault because we didn't put up a sign that stated it was off. I try again to point out tactfully that the absence of flashing lights was a clue. She shoots back with, how was she supposed to know the machine had lights in the first place? Give me a break! It's so dark without the lights that you can't even SEE the candy you're supposed to be trying for! And so on and so forth. She argued with me for quite a long time, insisting that I give her money because it was our fault we had no sign up. Added to this, another lady who wanted a refund because her hot chocolate didn't fill up *all* the way, and when I told her very politely the vending machines had nothing to do with me as an employee of an ice-skating rink (is the separation really so hard to grasp?), she harangued me for 10 minutes on my rudeness for not looking up the vending machine company for her and hunting them down, all because they had cheated her out of maybe 3 cents worth of hot chocolate.

Anyway, I needed to get that long rant out. Moronic people like that really annoy me! Grrr...

On to happier news, I hung out with my cousins today. Fun stuff. They have a pomeranian now. It's cute and fluffy.
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"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"
"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"
"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"

THE HELL I HAVE A SECOND FOR YOU MORONS! The damn ACLU least of all. Gah, trying to make your way past BruinWalk at noon is like trying to swim through a swamp full of leeches. They latch on no matter how skillfully you try to avoid them, then they're nearly impossible and very painful to pull off. Not to mention the usual cluster of protestors (why don't THEY pay the tomato pickers themselves?!), Bush-bashing posters (damn public universities and their "free speech" students), and frat boy fliers (is there a day where there *isn't* a party?).

I also had a dumb dream. I dreamt Angela and I were working backstage at a convention center, and Natalie Imbruglia was there as a guest (or to torture me, more likely). She came over and asked us if we had seen her bunny shirt. Yes, bunny shirt. As she described it, "It's a big shirt, with bunnies!" She proceeded to rub blandly in my face that "I wear it to bed. My boyfriend likes it!" Evil woman, trying to provoke me into violence! So I asked her sarcastically, "Lenny Kravitz?" and she answered all cheerily, "No, he's my ex!" at which Angela said to her, "You just don't get it, do you?" Then later in the dream, I learned that she and Daniel had decided to turn to ice dancing, and they both had these extravagantly hideous white costumes with large blue ruffles. Yes, Natalie Imbruglia has turned to ice dancing. Then my alarm woke me up, with a perfectly timed rendition of... guess what song? Yes, "Torn." From the beginning, neatly. I am beset by the ironies of my life.

In happier news, Greg finally taught me how to flick. It's weird using your sword like a whip instead, but I got tired of being the only one who couldn't flick (while being flicked by everyone else). Still, I've got a hard time imagining musketeers running around the streets of Paris using their rapiers as whips on each other.

*mental image*

Wow. Yeah.

Rain, rain

Nov. 3rd, 2003 10:04 pm
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Well, isn't my new icon absolutely delightfully...sick? Muahahaha...one of these days, I should really learn how to make real icons, with flashing words and what-not, since otherwise, with still pictures, I appear quite a novice in this LJ community. Oh wait, I am one. Haha. I also want to make music videos, because it looks like great fun.

Rained this morning. I have no umbrella, and absolutely no water-proof clothes. So today I arrive on campus, dripping, soaked, and blinded from the water on my glasses, and this dude stops me and asks me to pledge to the environment. What the hell? Does it bloody LOOK like I'm very pleased with the environment right now?! So I told him no thanks and escaped before my wrath could come to the fore. But no, apparently, the rain brings these people out in droves, like earthworms or something. I bumped into at least five more of these leeches during the day, and dodged several more by pretending I was utterly immersed in my Trigun manga (the only book I had onhand). I swear, if one more person had asked me to pledge to the environment, I would've shoved a big tree right up where the sun don't shine on them.

Ahem. That's my rant for the day. On a happier note, I downloaded a very cool Hellsing video to the music Pompeii which had more Anderson goodness than I've seen in previous Hellsing videos. Plus, it just looked cool overall. Then I d/led a couple not-as-good-but-ok ones, including a Cowboy Bebop one set to "Emotion Sickness"...the only video set to that song, I might add. It was an alright video...didn't really suit each other, the music and the anime. When I start making videos, I'm going to do that song...perhaps set it to X or Yami no Matsuei. That song is so gorgeous, I wish someone would do a gorgeous video for it (not me, I'm computer illiterate).

Matrix: Revolutions comes out this Wednesday. Despite being hampered by the stomach flu, Justin is bursting with excitement. I wonder if we'll end up at the Tuesday midnight showing. Quote heard yesterday on the way to the fencing tournament: "Hey, I want to watch that movie, you know, the one with the kung-fu and the green numbers?" Haha...Justin would probably kill me if I ever said that. I'm being forced to be a geek!

Speaking of geekiness, I rode in the official geek car yesterday on the way to the fencing tournament. It was great fun. We listened to anime music in the car, debated on whether it was more embarrassing to rent or buy hentai, and talked about manga and cosplay issues. Someone help me; I'm losing every ounce of coolness I ever had. Oh wait, I never had any. Ok, problem solved then.

As for the tournament...well, we got annihilated...but that wasn't too surprising I suppose considering it was Club vs. NCAA. I mean, those NCAA teams had spiffy uniforms with their names on the back, some sort of organized exercise routine, and basically fenced like the devil. We...well, let's just say that when Greg told us we should warm up too, everyone went outside and played frisbee. We're so ghetto. I love it.

And wow, that was a long entry. And none of it was particularly interesting! Oh well, that's to be expected from someone boring like me.

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