GAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I know it's after Halloween, but:

Halloween Horoscope for Taurus

For you, halloween is about looking your best - even if it costs a fortune. You don't mind a little sweet stuff either, as long as it's high quality chocolate. Costume suggestions: An elegant princess / prince. Or a high class vampire. Signature Halloween candy: Truffles

What's Your Halloween Horoscope?

I did dress up semi-princess-like, I guess, lol . . .

I had three costumes, though.

I do like truffles, though-- a lot.

I have been in an atrociously bad mood this week. I think I'm stressed out. This week is taking FOREVER.

I'm pissed because I'm three pounds over where I'd like to be (and that's at best), and I can't stop eating, because NaNo starts to bore me and drive me crazy and stress me out, and then I just eat, and, even if I don't have any food, I just start to eat cereal, which is just as bad. Gum doesn't work because it doesn't have that substance. I can't work properly when I feel fat and ugly for some reason; I feel like a slob, and then it's just a vicious cycle from eating on then on out. I'm also further ugly-ified by the fact that I can't wear my contacts, and my glasses are damn ugly on me.

I now have no more contact solution. Hence, I cannot put my contacts in. I tried putting them in with water, but, well, the contact plastic sealed to my eyeball and stung like a bitch. It took me about a half hour to get it out, too . . .

I have a lot of reports coming up, none of which I know what to do with yet. I have failed Crossing Borders, I am sure of it.

Japanese sucks ass, and the week's not over until I take that fucking Oral Test, which I will totally fucking FAIL . . .

I just got so pissed at life I slammed my fingers repeatedly into Edmund's keyboard until he squeaked with indignation. I'm sorry, Edmund; I shouldn't take it out on you . . .

GAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I know it's after Halloween, but:

Halloween Horoscope for Taurus

For you, halloween is about looking your best - even if it costs a fortune. You don't mind a little sweet stuff either, as long as it's high quality chocolate. Costume suggestions: An elegant princess / prince. Or a high class vampire. Signature Halloween candy: Truffles

What's Your Halloween Horoscope?

I did dress up semi-princess-like, I guess, lol . . .

I had three costumes, though.

I do like truffles, though-- a lot.

I have been in an atrociously bad mood this week. I think I'm stressed out. This week is taking FOREVER.

I'm pissed because I'm three pounds over where I'd like to be (and that's at best), and I can't stop eating, because NaNo starts to bore me and drive me crazy and stress me out, and then I just eat, and, even if I don't have any food, I just start to eat cereal, which is just as bad. Gum doesn't work because it doesn't have that substance. I can't work properly when I feel fat and ugly for some reason; I feel like a slob, and then it's just a vicious cycle from eating on then on out. I'm also further ugly-ified by the fact that I can't wear my contacts, and my glasses are damn ugly on me.

I now have no more contact solution. Hence, I cannot put my contacts in. I tried putting them in with water, but, well, the contact plastic sealed to my eyeball and stung like a bitch. It took me about a half hour to get it out, too . . .

I have a lot of reports coming up, none of which I know what to do with yet. I have failed Crossing Borders, I am sure of it.

Japanese sucks ass, and the week's not over until I take that fucking Oral Test, which I will totally fucking FAIL . . .

I just got so pissed at life I slammed my fingers repeatedly into Edmund's keyboard until he squeaked with indignation. I'm sorry, Edmund; I shouldn't take it out on you . . .

Another College Experience

This time, it doesn't actually INVOLVE me, lol . . .

I was just walking on my way to the library for the hour between lunch and my Crossing Borders class, during which I usually spend time (attempting) writing my NaNo, and possibly updating this, when I can get one of those private booths when I can ensure I am not capable of being looked over my shoulder and read what I am doing . . .

. . . and there were streakers.

Yeah . . . so there were like five guys and two girls (and one girl was really slow and had trouble with keeping her mask on), and they all just dashed across the front of the library while I was still walking across the quad towards it, and . . . there you go. There was a guy running after them, just filming it, and people were cheering like crazy, lol . . . most of the people around me, though, were just like, "What the heck???"

So that was interesting.

Lisa is not pleased that everyone went to give her twenty pennies for the twenty cents needed within the price of our Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tickets. I think it's funny . . . but, well, yeah, that is annoying. Sorry, Lisa. I'll wrap up your pennies nicely in kleenex with a little bow ^_^

. . . and just think: If Henry, Patricia, Keith, and I ALL pay you in pennies, then you only need twenty more pennies and then you have a dollar. That is one hundred pennies. You could buy yourself some dollar socks with one hundred pennies, and really piss off the cashier lady, the way we pissed off you . . .

(Lol, I love you, Lisa!)

I feel better, can you tell? I think maybe I just needed to eat something . . . even if it DOES make me gain weight . . . gaa, stupid working functions of the world . . .

I still didn't read Crossing Borders, though. Ahh, well, screw it.

I'm still going to fail Japanese, though . . .

Another College Experience

This time, it doesn't actually INVOLVE me, lol . . .

I was just walking on my way to the library for the hour between lunch and my Crossing Borders class, during which I usually spend time (attempting) writing my NaNo, and possibly updating this, when I can get one of those private booths when I can ensure I am not capable of being looked over my shoulder and read what I am doing . . .

. . . and there were streakers.

Yeah . . . so there were like five guys and two girls (and one girl was really slow and had trouble with keeping her mask on), and they all just dashed across the front of the library while I was still walking across the quad towards it, and . . . there you go. There was a guy running after them, just filming it, and people were cheering like crazy, lol . . . most of the people around me, though, were just like, "What the heck???"

So that was interesting.

Lisa is not pleased that everyone went to give her twenty pennies for the twenty cents needed within the price of our Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tickets. I think it's funny . . . but, well, yeah, that is annoying. Sorry, Lisa. I'll wrap up your pennies nicely in kleenex with a little bow ^_^

. . . and just think: If Henry, Patricia, Keith, and I ALL pay you in pennies, then you only need twenty more pennies and then you have a dollar. That is one hundred pennies. You could buy yourself some dollar socks with one hundred pennies, and really piss off the cashier lady, the way we pissed off you . . .

(Lol, I love you, Lisa!)

I feel better, can you tell? I think maybe I just needed to eat something . . . even if it DOES make me gain weight . . . gaa, stupid working functions of the world . . .

I still didn't read Crossing Borders, though. Ahh, well, screw it.

I'm still going to fail Japanese, though . . .

WHAT??? WHOA!!!

Wait . . . Lea Salonga (ie: the good-sounding Eponine) did the singing voice of Mulan???

O.o

I just found this out. That is crazy.

I wish I was her. Eponine AND Mulan . . . Les Miserables AND Mulan . . . just represent all that I love, why don't you? Lol . . .

It's sort of like Claire Danes being in both the Les Miserables movie and the 1996 Romeo and Juliet movie, only those were both kind of crappy versions, lol . . .

WHAT??? WHOA!!!

Wait . . . Lea Salonga (ie: the good-sounding Eponine) did the singing voice of Mulan???

O.o

I just found this out. That is crazy.

I wish I was her. Eponine AND Mulan . . . Les Miserables AND Mulan . . . just represent all that I love, why don't you? Lol . . .

It's sort of like Claire Danes being in both the Les Miserables movie and the 1996 Romeo and Juliet movie, only those were both kind of crappy versions, lol . . .

"God Give Me Courage To Show You, You Are Not Alone"

I feel morally obligated to at least ATTEMPT (and continue until I succeed or until they stop me) to cheer up anyone who is feeling desperately low.

I like stop everything and just help. I'm usually pretty good about catching it in journal entries, but not alway-- and then I feel terrible-- but I go on and on trying to formulate the best words to help them, to make them see purpose and meaning in their lives, to take them up out of their lows . . .

. . . and so often it comes to nothing. I drain myself, trying to get them to feel better-- and then, either they pick themselves up out of their low on their own, or they just remain low, the damn Nihilists.

I just feel like I try too hard, sometimes. I mean, a Nihilistic internet stalker SHOULD mean nothing, but, well . . . I just feel like I have to at least try, you know?

It drains me and it steals my time . . . but . . . still . . .

"God Give Me Courage To Show You, You Are Not Alone"

I feel morally obligated to at least ATTEMPT (and continue until I succeed or until they stop me) to cheer up anyone who is feeling desperately low.

I like stop everything and just help. I'm usually pretty good about catching it in journal entries, but not alway-- and then I feel terrible-- but I go on and on trying to formulate the best words to help them, to make them see purpose and meaning in their lives, to take them up out of their lows . . .

. . . and so often it comes to nothing. I drain myself, trying to get them to feel better-- and then, either they pick themselves up out of their low on their own, or they just remain low, the damn Nihilists.

I just feel like I try too hard, sometimes. I mean, a Nihilistic internet stalker SHOULD mean nothing, but, well . . . I just feel like I have to at least try, you know?

It drains me and it steals my time . . . but . . . still . . .