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rivendellrose, if you see this, please IM me or e-mail me or something~ our birthdays are next week, and while I've got a test on yours-proper, it's been Heavily Suggested we try doing some kind of gig on the weekend. XD I know that shadawyn has Sunday off, but we've got Saturday morning brunch, so hey. Gimme a buzz, okay? ♥

Next chapter in Bioscientific Termiology, I think we start having to memorize suffixes as well as prefixes and bases. SUCK ASS. Watch as this is the final that completely kills me dead, and not because it's difficult, no, but because I have to remember stuff. I suppose I should be grateful that my strongest point in languages is vocabulary moreso than grammar. XD; On the other hand, I get to sleep in tomorrow (Thursdays were sucktastic spring quarter, but my bestest day this one, so far♥), my Ochem lab TA is cool, and roomie procured tapes, so that we can tape our shows and watch them later. X3 No more missing Iron Chef! XD

And, idly, whose brilliant idea was it to bundle QuickTime so that you can only get it with iTunes? _o_ I've got a LOT of friends who swear by that program, and have sung its praises to me many a time, and I just ... don't like it. XD;; It's clunky, it does weird things to my playlists, and it constantly lists the songs in my library twice, which makes me feel like I've got two copies of a song floating around, when I know I don't. o_o Maybe there's some magical iTunes-fu that I'm unaware of; as it is, it seems kind of sad that I had to download the entire package, install it as iTunes, and then UNINSTALL just iTunes, so I can have QuickTime. XD;

I also like how it was brilliant and sunny and nice while I was walking around to go to classes, and now that I'm done for the day and chilling in my room, it's turned gray and cloudy. XD

So, today in the club, they caught me and made me watch the first episode of Bleach, subtitled. XD (Chiraluv, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?) And it's interesting, in a sense, because it's like duuuude, it's the same old story all over again -- but it is and it isn't. And then I wonder, well, if there's no such thing as a truly original idea any more, what is it about certain cliches and reused plots that give them staying power? (For example, the continuous popularity of porn. Or vampires. And even vampiric porn, since I've heard the Laurell K. Hamilton rant before.)

It's a person-to-person thing, certainly; I've argued this point with Jesse a few times, especially since his tastes in stuff tends to run opposite of mine, and he's now the club librarian, which means he's got something not quite unlike ultimate power when it comes to the showings. Unless he doesn't, and I've been cruelly misled all this time. Me, I like a good friendship story which I can totally misinterpret have fun reading about; I like stories where the uber-powerful knowing savior of the world actually grows up knowing themselves, rather than the "OMG WE MUST KEEP THIS PERSON IN THE DARK!", and I like the whole theme of overcoming your mistakes and making a better person/life for yourself. (Hellooooo, FMA, is your movie out yet?)

Once upon a time, I was going somewhere with this. But roomie's out till 6:30 tonight, so I'm torn between taking my shower or trying to find where the *##%*(#&! I put my notebook so I can see if my old NaNo ideas are still pinging at me. >_> It's a long time till supper~

Because I'm bored, because it's summer, and because I'm too pleasantly sleepy (for some reason, what XD) to really focus on the other things I wanted to do today.

1. Happy Birfdei, fyredancer! Wuff j00. :3

2. I like citrus of all sorts, from the actual fruit to flavored stuff. All other kind of fruit though -- especially cherry and grape -- I only really like when it's the fruit itself. So why the hell do I guzzle cherry coke like mad, and don't think it tastes like cough syrup, which is my impression of pretty much every fruit-flavored soda?

3. As I was out early today running errands, the radio DJ said that the weather was currently seventy-nine degrees. According to Seattlelite friends, it's something in the nineties up there.

... awwww, you know, I love you guys♥ Thank you for surprising me by switching our weathers. X3

4. Am I the only person in the world (or, at least, of the anime fen on my flist) who has no interest in seeing more of KKM? XD; I watched the first two episodes raw with seraphic_jen and while it was cute enough, felt no desire to go on. Perhaps, I should say -- even though I'm a slash fan, series that have canon slash seem to rarely interest me, unless the slash pairings are peripherial. (FAKE is about the only exception, really. Hmph.)

5. No matter how screwed you think your fandom is, J-fen will, nine times out of ten, top you till you bleed. Um. I blame that one on harukami reminding me of the existence of Hughes/Armstrong, ENHANCED BY HER SENDING ME A ONE-PAGE COMIC OF IT HA HA HA I GO DIE NOW.

6. In light of 5., what is it about human nature that makes you click the link to look at a story or art that you know, deep in your soul, will be bad and make you cry tears of blood? More than any carelessness or stresses on my part, I think trainwreck syndrome will be what kills me. [hollow voice] I will never be clean. [/melodrama] XD

7. My dad is the most gung-ho go-get-'em! person there is ... unless it involves him getting up and doing stuff. XD; I say this because he's supposed to help me with moving furniture off the deck so I can wash and stain it, but -- hell. "Dad, wanna move the stuff?" "Let's wait till the sun goes down, it'll be cooler. >_>" "Dad, how about NOW?" "Going to bed, sorry!"

However, if he says "Do the dishes" and I say "okay" -- he stands there and gives me the Pointed Parental Look of DOOM until I get up and do so. There's something skewed about this. *snrk*

8. EVERY SINGLE TIME I HAVE THE RADIO ON IN THE CAR, "SUNRISE" COMES ON. It's a good song; it's happy; I like it, but -- it's like being in Z's car, and having "Harder to Breathe" come on in some shape, form or fashion, even when we're not listening to a CD. I'm tempted to squawk about radio conspiracies or something silly like that. XD

9. OMG PUPPIES!!!!!1111111!!11! No, really. XD PUPPIES. So cute, that even cat people go "awwww" at the sight of them! (AUGH I WANT ONE. T_T)

10. I love fst. No, really. It's a damn good thing I got a new HD when I did, because wow. LOVE. >DDDDDDDD The next time things open up, I am so tempted to try and make one of my own, just from the hodgepodge of music I've been collecting since, uh, people on my flist decided to do musicposts. XD

[[Prefacing notes: I believe my domain--and thus, my regular e-mail--are working again. If they're not, kick me in the head and I'll go yell at my provider. XD;

calintz, the artbook came today! ♥♥♥♥♥ And it makes me very very happy, thank you again SO MUCH. Mmmm, artebookage. >D

And for you people who are unimpressed with my talks about life and random things, you people who friended me for fic, I'll be pathetic and drop a reminder: Youthful Flowers, In Spring, my first Naruto fic. Woo. XD]]

Or not, really, but that's what I was thinking about, at any rate, so that's what I'm stuck with, unless I make some brilliant deductive leap from A to X and skip everything in between. XD

It's interesting; I used to blog daily, about the most inane things. I'd toss in little self-references to school friends I hung out with and knew read my blog, I'd wax poetical on some small lunch quote or reference--I just talked a whole helluva frickin' lot. And actually, I still do, just to a less broad audience now, considering of my buddylist, I only talk to about three people nightly. XD More to the point, I nattered on like the online journal was just a daily one, and there are likely very embarrassing admissions/confessions in my old archive, if only I had the time and attention span to look. *snrks*

A little later on--maybe a year or so after, I still blogged daily, but it became more of a "what am I thinking? what am I feeling?" thing, rather than a list of my daily events. I'd still talk about them, and mention anything that really stuck out in my memory--but somewhere along the way, I picked up the impression that if I blogged, I should at least try to say something, even if it meant my post was that much shorter, than go on endlessly about nothing. So while I interspersed anecdotes about myself and my life, I also started using my blog as somethng of a forum. That is to say, there weren't many people (I think) coming by to read my entries, and probably fewer still who commented--but I still used that as a place where I could work out, at least in rambling text, how I thought/felt about things--writing, friendships, love, and the whole bizarrely interesting sociology of fandom. (Sometimes, I think, if I can't become a writer, I'll moonlight as some crazy quack psychologist, looking into all different fandoms and the dynamics of how people interact, the "society of nice" and the elitism, the supposed wars that go on beneath the surface, and how it applies to general trends observed in everyday society, like the workplace or the school. [grins])

Er, but I digress.

Somewhere along halfway through my sophmore year, I just ... stopped. It wasn't that I didn't have things to still talk about, or relate, even if it was only to a limited audience--I think it was time problems, and the stresses of that. I enjoy the sciences, but given the personality I have, it can be terribly hard for me to keep a cool perspective when push comes to shove. XD;;;;; I think I'm better than I was, but I still have friends that give me the Long-Suffering I Told You So treatment whenever I mention my grades. *snrks*

Now, especially as summer has begun ... I spend most of my days, honestly, as a semi-hermit. There's a variety of reasons for this--people are busy, or I'm in antisocial mode (I freely admit that I'm still on my uber-bizarre spring schedule, in which I got maybe six hours of sleep a night and was alternately HYPERSOCIAL! and apathetically "meh, sleepy"). I do a lot of writing, I poke around Japanese fanart sites and horribly abuse the jBrowse toolbar I've downloaded (on the plus side, I think I've learned at least twenty new kanji from it and the FMA fandom alone XD), and I play copious amounts of Solitaire, usually when WinAmp comes up with something I want to sing along with and I can't be distracted from either sets of words--sung and written. XD;;;;;;

(Seriously, I wonder if anyone else has done this--been on the phone, or singing, or *something*, and accidentally mixed up the two different mediums. I've said things I was typing, or typed things I was saying, which totally throws the conversation into disarray, let me tell you. XD)

Still, in a situation like this, I should ideally (at least, in my head) be blogging more. I AM COLLEGE STUDENT HURRH HURRH, part of the future of the nation, blah blah blah. I mean, hell, I am Young Adult--it should be difficult to get me to shut up. And now I've got plenty of time to write about what I'm thinking, what I'm considering--no stresses, no distractions, and it's still at least another month before I should even start expecting to see my housing info come in and find out who my new roommate'll be. I have organic chemistry to review, but it's not pressing, and I've had several people tell me the only thing I need to know from my earlier quarters before I take 239 are the naming conventions.

I just ... don't. I remember reading somewhere that, when you do something consecutively for thirty days, then it becomes a "habit" and you no longer think of it. In that case, I've gotten into the habit of not blogging, for all my insistences that I would, by gods and fishes, start blogging regularly again. So much for that, wot? [wry]

In a way, this is me trying to get back into the blogging habit--because when I think about it, I do miss having a place where I could natter about my day (which I still could do, on the days I do things)--a place where I could let out little stresses so I don't scare friends by turning into some soppy weeping mess on them. XD And if that happens, I'll probably relagate that to the regular blog--there are so freaking many people on LJ, and I think most of you folks out there didn't friend me for my sparkling wit and scintillating conversation skills, but rather, what paltry dry fic I occasionally throw out. XD

Then again, knowing me, I'll post something in LJ that will get a discussion-thread going, and I'll be so happy for that, that I'll continue spamming my poor flist with things, in the hopes that I'll find that magical subject again that gets people going. Haha, I am teh funneh. XD

Life, oh, life, you greatest of ironies--the week I'm REALLY BUSY OMG SHOOT ME! is the week where headthoughts percolate into something halfway decent to write about. >_> Wow, I'm so out of practice for this. Either way, though, I'm actually curious to see if anyone's got anything else to say about this, or if I'm the only one here (... hopefully there are a FEW of you who'll talk to me outside of fic, yes? XD;;;;;) pondering this. Woobity.

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