So.

There's this thing. That means my life is turning 'round 'round 'round. We're talking tax bracket movement, here.

IT. JUST. HAPPENED.

SOMEONE is going out tonight to get shitfaced and practice singing "Touch It" in Rihannsu CELEBRATE.

Now, to do homework. Oh the thrills.

Being the most worthy anthem in question.

Hah.

I have to leave my house at noon to get to a 5:30pm university class by bus. This is not a big deal.

When I am a passenger on said bus, minding my own business, and we are following all relevant traffic laws as we pull up to a stop?

And we're rear-ended?

That's. Kind of less of a not big deal.

When I'm the tweaky freaky and I'm the only one composed enough to rouse the authorities, it's almost funny.

She fucking lived. She lived she lived she lived she's fine her stupid Nissan is fucking totaled god I hope she learns from this, I hope it changes her life.

The paramedic was absolutely astounded that I don't scarf the prescription candy.

My pharmacist's name is Bacardi.

Lights out, Gracie.

Waaay back in, like, March, I was sleep-deprived and hating life from work overload. And some douchenozzle stole my makeup bag. (It was about the size of a big wallet and had mostly non-makeup things inside, like highlighters.)

It also had my USB key inside. Aaaannnd my I-Pod. Fucking thief douchenozzle asshole.

Or. Or. Or so I thought.

I was cleaning my closet for the first time since March (I judge you right back) the better to get rid of things. Since. School is coming and I will have even less of a life than I do now. D:

But. Yeah.

Hello, I-POD. wb, bb sugar, mommy missed you. <3

It was in a box inside a box inside a bin, laying facedown underneath some random Harry Potter crap and a Mew foily Pokemon card. Behold, my precise and utterly logical organizational system.

I need to buy a new charge-synch-cord-thing, because OF COURSE I donated that to Goodwill recently because blah blah I'm not typing it again scroll up. XD

The moral of this story?

Don't ever put your I-Pod in your makeup bag. For serious.

ASDF RETDSIHUTGDSJHGRDNJKFDG;LIKRSE KEYSMASH BECAUSE

Driving lessons. I can afford them. And they will drive to my house, that I may drive, in car, which they have provided.

NO MORE BUS.

JESUS BUGFUCK HALLELUJAH.

Do they have a course to teach you to be even more aggressive? I wish devoutly to be a screaming terror on wheels. ^_^

The Jheti Driving Handbook (Excerpts):

Q: What do white dashed lines mean?
A: Passing allowed.

Q: What do solid yellow lines mean?
A: No passing allowed.

Q: What do you do if that gentleman in front of you accidentally cuts you off?
A: Aim for his gas tank.

Yay.

Who aced their fucking paper?

ME.

I think you're special
What's behind your back

Apparently I'm fuckin' outstanding and I get more overrides. Oh yeah. That's right.

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack

It. Oh, my extracirricular concerns. <3

GIVE US A KISS, PRETTY.

I am now the proud owner of 24 23 cans of Mountain Dew Throwback. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH. ♥

( PICSPAM. )

I love you, shitty neighborhood in the boondocks. Even if you are a godforsaken hellpit of boundless, lightless suck in its natural pure suck form. <3

And there is also this. I may have actually laughed with delight IRL for the first time in about a year.

I can't find the screencaps post, but I have them all, so, HAY WHO WANTS KARL URBAN MAKING FACES AT CHRIS PINE? ^_~

And attractively stage-bloody Chris Pine. And Bruce Greenwood being all srs face.

Mygod this movie. Most worthy hot sausage buffet film with male leads I have seen in years.

Oh my god Ayel's outfit I did not think I could love him moar and fgghhgff, that stupid collar of that stupid jacket that is apparently not all there. UNF.

OKAY JHETI BREATHE.

And *college crap* I can't quite remember, on account of being so caffeinated my eyelids were twitching just so I could fake paying attention in lecture, and jesus the fucking dogs woke me up at fucking midnight, but who cares because STEPDAD ARRIVED bearing BOXES OF THROWBACK and I hurt all over and four hours is exactly the same amount of sleep I got yesterday.

YOU GUYS.

I AM A RESEARCHER.

WHO DOES HUMAN SUBJECTS RESEARCH.

I CAN FINALLY SAY THIS AND MEAN IT:

Back off, man. I'm a scientist.

ETA: I just watched it! I cried. It's that awesome. "You have just taken your first step into hell." Oh Ed, my Ed. And the backgrounds are so lush and gorgeousful and.

JUST WATCH IT ALREADY.

Oh oh oh oh.

Look look look LOOK. <3

BEHOLD.

I seriously had to bite my face to keep from SCREAMING. In pure excitement.

I haven't seen it yet and I don't care BECAUSE IT IS THAT AWESOME. and ( Mangaverse kinda spoilers back here if you're only reading licensed volumes )

This entirely suits my requirements. And look what they named it! ^_^

Can there be an AU out there where Greed the First takes ownership of the Elrics and helps them get what they want, and they go eeeeevilll, and havoc ensues?

And like Roy has Fuhrer's Orders to kill them! And Kimbley, jilted by Greed the First, wants to help him do it. That would be awesome.

And Hughes as a homunculus, just to rip Roy the fuck apart. Angst fen would worship me. I think anime!Hughes would become another Pride, honestly, if we go ahead with manga rules where Bradley is Wrath. Selim can just die in a fire. The creepy little shit.

See I could write that. If I had the time. So I'll just blither about it instead.

In conclusion:

OH YEAH. OH FUCK YEAH.

INFINITE WIN + it's > 9,000.

Re: group class that has been difficult for me.

Prof is "impressed" with our work thus far. Complete with the smiley.

The project has, somewhat unexpectedly, been the most awesome part of the class. The group I'm in is nice, and full of people who are actually task-oriented! Or who can act as if they are for the hour that we meet and discuss things.

They actually want to GET STUFF DONE when we meet. It's a thing of beauty. <3

He's a little tough to read in person, so I'm glad he's glad. Yes.

The dogs freaked out and I don't care because

COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER COMPUTER

*Gasp*

COMPUTER. <3

Yay!

Quite honestly the best show I've been to so far.

( Now you know; this is what it feels like. )

Fantastic show, Mr. Reznor, and come see us again sometime. Y'hear? ^_^

Fuck Halloween Horror Nights.

I'm going here.

I have over three thousand pages of Star Trek stuff to devour now.

Like many gamers of a certain vintage, I have dreamed a dream: one of arcade machine ownership.

The dream is over. I am awake.

After long months of searching and a few scary encounters with weirdos, Craigslist at last brought me this.

I own it, and it works. It works. I kept a lid on this for weeks, because there was some kind of glitch that prevented her from running at switch-on every time.

After a bit of twiddling with the wires in the back, the problem is gone.

Now, I like NBA Jam well enough, but really, there are better uses for A MIDWAY CABINET with A MIDWAY CHIPSET. *This is a baseball-bat-to-the-forehead HINT.*

I have such plans, oh yes.

Same year, same company, same soundboard as Mortal Kombat. (MKII's DCS, by a different company; can't have everything I want for Christmas.) DUDE WHO CARES IT'S THE SAME BOARD AS THE ORIGINAL and it is pristine. (I'm so excited I'm shaking. Yes, for real.)

And, in the meantime? Perfectly working basketball game. It's really fun! You can be people like Patrick Ewing and Scottie Pippen! (My age, it shows. XD)

FOR THREE POINTS...AND...IT'S GOOD! ^_^

Oh, baby.

Itsy-bitsy missy. Walkin' my way? Hey! *Whistle whistle.*

Watch this space.

There will be: challenge course is not actually hiking!

The normals will now think I have a phobia of heights, which for some reason is automatically okay while a fear of death is patently not!

I think I pissed off my most solid "friend" person, but I get to blame it on cramps!

Why I wish I were a short ugly pimple-faced boy!

Normals think they're superior; cripples know normals are idiots! Typed with shuddering indignant clawhands by an actual real live cripple!

AND MORE.

When my vision sorts itself out and my head stops pounding.

"What is your secret talent?"

I can lick the cleft in my chin.

Yes, I'm serious.

And I happen to like raw fish. *Halo.*

Love, littleing, you know, of course, you do, you must, you realize this is totally self-involved, it's a monument to your self-involvement and those giant glowering glowing electric be-tentacled is that even a word, I'm positive it's not and look at their fangs, how they gleam, *hard fast inhale*--power issues I could never ever possibly fix for you or even hope to touch and no one's going to care at all except for you, you're going to sit there and watch the italics fill up the screen and think damn it, I'm good at this shit and everyone else will be rolling their eyes and holding their breath at the same time, straining to see if you've actually acquired the guts to pull a trigger on your latest.

Or, in two words.

She's back.

I do believe, I do declare, mercy me.

Luncheon today was as follows: chilled ham with red potato salad and iced tea, followed by scratch-made pound cake involving strategic hints of rum.

Anymore Southern, this fare could not get. With the exception of certain fruits Yankees are convinced have racist overtones. (I had never even HEARD that until I was twenty-two, from a guy who used to live in Rock-somethingorother, Michigan.)

Lordy be.

Oh. Full recordings from old player-piano rolls. HURRY UP AND GET HERE. Rags and cakewalk and saloon airs with slight chance of barbershop = true. Common domain, I love you so much.