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Mep…

{ August 30, 2009 @ 10:09 pm } · { Random }
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9:39 PM 8/30/2009

Good evening, good morning, good afternoon. I really do need to find someplace to go tomorrow. This isn’t working out as quickly as I thought it would and it’s only getting stranger. There’s a thick of trees and bushes by the mall. Convenience, proximity, and I get to see if I can make a tree house in all that. See, and odd thing happens when you start stripping away the forest and shoving it into one spot. It becomes overgrown, almost to the point of looking more like jungle than temperate forest. Who knows what’s in that. Well, I’ll know in a few days. *audible gulp*

Felt crazy today. I’m thinking it’s the caffeine. I hate it when that happens. Everything I see, hear, and feel gets intensified, so guess how startled I was when I got some gas. Not funny. Not in the least.

It’s still around too, even now. Like a light buzz around my brain. I checked the bottle; no punctures or slashes and the seal was still in tact when I opened it. No poisons or foreign substances in my iced tea. Which means that either Countrytime fucked up big time, or my sensitivity to the demon caffeine is more than I thought it was. Either or, I’m going to lay off it for a few more hours. See what happens.

I’d have written this in-browser, but I keep getting the nattering need to be away from people, virtual or otherwise. I don’t even know if I’m posting this.

*flips a coin* I guess I am. *shrugs*

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Why I do what I do…

{ August 29, 2009 @ 12:20 pm } · { Random }
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Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I don’t do this to socialize. I don’t do this to make anyone happy. I don’t do this for money. I certainly don’t do it for the attention; no one reads anymore, remember? I do this so that if I have something on my mind, I can say it without having to figure out how to bowdlerize myself for other people’s G-rated lives. I write under the premise that I’m writing for myself, and that if I have an audience for when I mentally breakdown and start typing gibberish, all the better.

That said, how y’all doin’? *briked for Freakazoid reference*

I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea. I want a cup of tea… @_@

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Oh… Okay… :(

Seriously, I was about ready to light a candle and boil water in a soda can. When I suddenly realized that all I had was chamomile. And the strong stuff, too. Put you asleep in a sip. So, yeah, mission aborted. -_-;

Still trying to avoid the misguided path of Mom’s bf. I’m starting to think that I should have saved a few bucks in a magical place where it grows the longer you leave it there. I think I shall invent this place. I shall call it a “Bank”. Clever, huh?

I actually had some trouble checking my account last night online. Today should be better. And then getting at the money should be my only real problem. Oi, why is it so hard for me to just ask for a token? -_-;

You ever try to talk to someone for the first time? And I mean after the third grade, when it dawns on you that ‘no one likes you’. You over-analyze every word until you either come up with something you nominally like or you talk yourself right out of it. This is me all the time. Even with people I know. Everything i do feels suspect. Everyone I look at look as though they’d rather be doing anything else but talking to me, even the people that approach me first. Epically the people that approach me first.

Lady on a wheelchair scooter rolls up to me and asks me something. I’m thinking as I walk, so I’m completely out of it and ask her what she said. She had asked if I knew what sneakers were in style. I wanted to laugh nice and loud, but I instead shook my head. A confused look crossed her face, but she thanked me and rolled past me towards the innocuous ghetto shoe hut known here as Sneaker Villa.

I’m not saying that I should have known. A shoe is a shoe to me. So long as it doesn’t try to be all the colors of the freakin’ rainbow, I’m pretty happy with it. I’m saying is that I’m from some other planet and I wish I could phone home sometimes, you know?

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Raid Fail

{ August 28, 2009 @ 4:02 pm } · { Random }
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… The mini baddies it summons is no excuse. A couple of them targeted me, and I beat them with time enough to get back to healing the main tanker. I had help, but yeah… Everyone was too damned close to the Boss, and that’s about the size of it. And then my lovely connection lagged my controls… I blame the rain on that one. :P

And you know, it keeps happening to me, too. It’s like the whole gamer slate has been wiped clean and all I have left to play with are the scrappy little guys that do well enough until some actual strategy is involved. Then it all falls like a quiche in a stampede. Lovely.

Took me a while to wake up as it is. I’m just now gathering the faculties to type and such. I really don’t do 5am wake up calls that well. And to hell if I even have the cognitive sense to say no to things. Which is probably why I have a cooler full of food in my room. But it is raining. And it’s cold, too. Can’t really be out there unless I want a cold. I hope this isn’t Summer ending too soon. That would scare me a little.

So, the lot-hunt is called on the count of crappy weather. *snaps fingers in fake disappointment* As is the freecycling. It’s too bad; there were aluminum rods involved as well as some electrical wire. Sounds like support poles and twine to me, don’t you think? I really should pay more attention to the weather reports. -_-;

Meh… Thank you, and have a nice day.

The fan, it hits it…

{ August 27, 2009 @ 7:09 am } · { Random }
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Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. Well folks, the shit has hit the fan. Apparently, love is more important than family and my indecision has done me in. My fault, really. Freeloading is a strong word, but no matter how you slice a pie it’s still apple, right?

I’m supposed to be the “smart-one”, so who knew that I had little-to-no aptitude for life. One could say I have rage-problems, tho. So I don’t work. Not like normal people do, anyway. I don’t do it on purpose; I do it to avoid ulcers and killing people for real. There is no rage than the hidden rage of those who work. Period. Or is that just me?

Real, faked, imagined, or imposed, I have to go. I think I’m done here. I knew it wasn’t going to be happy. Didn’t think it was going to be at the violent intent of a drunkard moron idiot. Actually, plotwise, I should have seen that coming. How’s that; I’m genre blind to my own life.

I’m giving myself a week. I need a site, and a few lengths of tarp (or something else waterproof), and I need to start compiling a few other loose supplies (simple crap: few changes of clothes, something to read, my entire life…). Yeah. This is why you buy a fold-able cart: not for groceries, but to pack your life in… -_-;

Yeesh, Seven. She said to stay out of the house til’ about three. Then she wants to ‘talk’. (And by ‘talk’, she means browbeat, because everything I say and do is bullshit, right?) It’s balls, but I’ll do it. It’s either that or kill the hungover bastard. Wouldn’t be too hard… (See what I mean…? T_T)

Thank you, and have a nice day.

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{ August 26, 2009 @ 4:42 pm } · { Random }
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(Quick note: Somewhere out there, there’s a bone cancer patient who’s never seen New York and is about to loose her leg. Blunt as that was, it’s true. Please vote here. More info here. Damn, I’m bad with this… -_-;)

2:23 PM 8/26/2009

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. Sugar is not a good substitute for caffeine, but it helps.

I’m on notepad today in order to write more thoughtfully and download more awesome Digimon movies. Like the full version of the “Highton View Terrace Incident”. That was great, truly gives a feel for the entire series. I’m surprised that the first evolution song didn’t play during the battle sequence between Greymon and Parrotmon. And that battle was gruesome. Man… Wings ripped, chunks of beak lost, Greymon lost half a freakin’ horn and the nose-end of his brown mask, I think. I wish the show was more like that, shit. Would have watched it more. *As though she didn’t rush home to catch the opening, and rush to school to share what she thought was going to happen next with he geeky-geek friends*

Yeah, sugar is not a caffeine substitute. But Green Tea is no Black Tea. Well… crap. Going to have to actually do something about this. I wonder how much interest has accumulated in my account? -_9′

… continue reading this entry.

{ August 25, 2009 @ 4:13 pm } · { Random }
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Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. Well, here it is, 2:30 in the afternoon, and I’m just gaining my senses for the day. I don’t know whether to be proud or ashamed of that. Let’s just gloss that over until someone makes me feel one way or another. Nothing justifies thoughts like the thoughts of others, right?

I think I might join facebook. I might. My little brother is on it, so I wouldn’t be completely alone. And if I pop in my schools, I can find all my fellow losers. And then we can… you know, all be losers together or something like that.

Damn, I am really taking this ‘lonely’ thing to heart. I blame hormones. Nothing as depressing as waking up smelling like your own spunk and not remembering what kind of hot stallion you dreamt about to make your body do that.

As much porn as I faved, I should draw yiff. Wouldn’t hurt, only help. I know basic anatomy, I have enough of a porn-pile to copy and practice off of, and I really need something else to fill the time. Something other than MMOs and artsites and looking at yiff.

Ok. Random crap…So um… giraffe dong. Well, LEGO giraffe dong. Stolen off a large LEGO giraffe. By tourists who go to Berlin. I swear, if they’re Furries, I’m leaving the fandom for good… -_-;

*smacks self for thinking about humping a giraffe dong..*

*searches for giraffes on FA* >.>… <.<… no one will evar know…

What can I say? I have a weakness for equines… 6_6;

I don't know what it is, but I'm sneezing like crazy. Hope I'm not sick.

And internet: I don’t has one. And the “limited to no connection warning” keeps appearing and fading. What the hell? O well. Let’s hijack someone else’s.

IP conflict. Oh boy… :P

Well. i have a new puzzle for the day. Goddamnit. Everything was going all nice and then, bamph. Meh, whatever. Gives me something to do.

Nevermind. Little bro on the case. Crap, man, he’s just good at everything. Even though all he did was unplug and plug the power cord, I still think he’s a freakin’ genius.

So I think I’ll start accumulating friends on StumbleUpon. I’ll start with my subscribers and work my way out. If you’re on SU, feel free to subscribe, message, and/or friend me. My link is in my profile at the top. PleaseAndThankYou. ;P

Thank you and have a nice day.

Fur-dump

{ August 24, 2009 @ 1:54 pm } · { Furry, Random, art }
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Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Today is for drawing. It just is. Yesterday was for games, but today is for drawing.

I am under the influence of some kind of heavy, headdy, dream-like state. And I can’t seem to pry my mind out of it, either. It doesn’t feel bad enough to try and break out of it. Hell, maybe it’ll make me draw better.

I’m browsing Furry pics at the moment. Anything worth a laugh or a look will probably meet your peepers below. I’m honestly doing this to wake up… -_-;

… continue reading this entry.

E-mail… yay (?)

{ August 23, 2009 @ 3:27 pm } · { Random }
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Good afternoon, good morning, good evening. I’m starting to realize that caffeine is caffeine and that ritual is over rated. And that no matter what I do there will always be someone in my way in the kitchen in the middle of the day.

My little brother works at a game store. I’m pretty sure if you’ve been keeping up with me, you know this off the top of your head. But he’s good at it, I mean really good. He’s a strong personality, but laid back enough so that it isn’t overbearing. He’s clever and knows how to get people talking. And he’s just fun to be around, even when something’s not working right. Half of me says, “Well, good the hell for him.” The other is going, “Jenn, why can’t you be like that?” … Then I promptly look at my art and writing and recognize that I’m exactly as I’m supposed to be; Geeky, skinny, and full of ideas.

Mail is a pain. E-mail is a ruddy mix of pain and PHD. Piled High and Deeper. Job notifications, LJ notifications that I should probably cut off, mail from MMOs I don’t play anymore, MMOs I do play, horoscopes, Yahoo ads… and it just goes on and on… -_-;


If I did believe wholeheartedly in the zodiac, this would totally be the one I’ve believe in. Check the Sagg’. Oh yeah. Bang. >:3

“You need to act as a counselor to someone close today — maybe with a problem you know little about. Draw on your experience and do your best, but don’t shy away from the responsibility.” … Well, that makes me feel better about today. I give horrible advise. Whatever it is, it should go swell. 9_9

I’m half-and-half about the accuracy of the stars and how they may or may not effect us. Until we can find the exact force that the stars and planets have on us and measure it, I’m not throwing my hat on either side of the line.

Heh… I open an email from Outspark, and, look, free stuff. @_@ A super-potion of some sort, and a snazzy red dress… >:P You could at least throw in a pair of cat ears. Of course, I know it’s a ploy to get me to look at the other things in the store and buy some ‘Spark Cash’. You knew that too, right?

Thank you, and have a nice day.

{ August 22, 2009 @ 2:01 pm } · { Random }
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Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. The quotient equivalent of the sum of two quotients is always the difference of the two. Or something like that…

Actually, i hate math. I hate math and that is why I can probably only be so-so at coding, even if I try really hard. I say this because I looked up jobs that involved gaming and found that most of them required some experience at coding. Oh boy. More dreams only momentarily shattered. Pardon me while I pick up the pieces and try to glue that sucker back together again… T_T

I dreamt in the shades of an MMO last night. You know what that means? Yup, little to no gaming today. I can only waste my time on blogs, the internet, and the ‘tubes of youing’ today. :P

And mom is doing what she does best: being a cleaning witch. I’d get a cup of tea, but that would require that I somehow cross he path. For some reason, I instinctively know that that is the worst idea ever. A leftover from a past life as a cat, probably… *shudders at the sound of the vacuum*

If I’m quiet, really quiet, I can still hear him. That churlling tone. Those soft, sweet words… … … Why the hell is the base genetic code of most sexually-produced-beings wired to seek a mate? And why is it that I’m so prone to literally over-think my way out of a relationship?? -_-;

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And now, a goblin shark.

All the sciency experts that would find their bodies washed up on the rocks, dried in the sun, used to assume that the mouth was always out. Took them ten/twelve years of study to discover that it was actually retractable. And why, you ask? Easy: their goblin-ish nose is like the nose of any other shark. It senses the electro-magnetic signals that living things put out. It’s long because it forages in deep crevices. The mouth extends to reach into these crevices. So… um, yeah, that’s my Furry/animal-geek segment. :P

Thank you, and have a nice day.

I think the heat is getting to me…

{ August 21, 2009 @ 1:55 pm } · { Random }
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12:38 PM 8/21/2009

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. Little brother is truly, honestly high right now. I haven’t seen him this happy since he was ten. All curled up in a blanket cocoon. All he needs is a bottle of strawberry milk. Medicinal weed; it’s a hell of a drug.

I, on the other hand, have been going through the opposite experience. Green Tea really does have less caffeine in it. Ugh… it’s like trying to eat candy made from NutraSweet or trying to get caffeine from sprite. It’s just not happening. This might actually become a motivating factor for me; Get a job, or die without caffeine.

I followed random people on Fiesta yesterday. It was fun. I don’t know why, but it’s just amusing to see people try to shake you off of them. Epically after they try talking to you a few times. I mean, all they would really have to do is warp out of the area or drag me through an area full of aggro. Either or. I did stop following when he went near an aggro area. I might have stopped being funny if he actually got me there…

Computer is acting strange again. I’m about to give up and ask in my own thread on one of the help site I lurk.

Damn it’s hot. Really hot. Doesn’t help that I live in the hottest room in the house. i don’t think I’m going to get anything done today. I’ll try. I won’t just give up just like that. I just need time to adjust.

I had a butt-load of mail. I give up trying to read them all. 2141 pieces of email. Yeah, no. I should nuke them all, but I don’t know any better, so they’re just going to sit there. Yay, laziness.

You know, I don’t think that people that do Let’s Plays shouldn’t get high before hand. (Not actually high, I think. I hope… xP…) Case in point, part two or Valis77’s LP Super Princess Peach. Funny, but for all the wrong reasons… XD

Meh, that’s all I have.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

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