Sunbeams are not made like me

I want a Jon LaJoie

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:51:49 GMT

They wanna know the stupid, motherfucking, lame, cock-sucking, cookie cutter, radio friendly song.

THIS is why Jon LaJoie is my hero.

Radio Friendly Song

Moving!!! w00t

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 04:29:06 GMT

I'm finally moving into my apartment either tomorrow or Monday. I picked up my key and checked the place out today. I have two other roommates and my own room - for the moment. So yeah, I'll be living right downtown and I couldn't be happier!

Met one of the roommates when I looked at it today. She seems awesome, likes all the nerd things like I do and, like me, doesn't completely look the part. I think this could go well. :)

The building is old but well-kept (it's on-campus housing, so I would hope so). They've even kept the old radiators, which is awesome. It has so much character and I love it. I can't wait to put up all my posters and tapestries and turn it into the hippie/rock insanity that my living space always seems to encompass.

Cleveland Rocks!

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 06:24:55 GMT

...and not just because Drew Carey says so.

I absolutely love Cleveland radio. Every time I go there I freak out and flip through their awesome stations because I can always find something great to listen to.

Today I went to the Cleveland Clinic with my mom because she had to get a surgery consultation with the possibility of operation (nothing too serious though). I would've had to have driven back, but they postponed it. Anyway. Cleveland music. Here's the lineup that I got while flipping through stations:

Viva La Vida - Coldplay
Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana
Imagine - John Lennon
Don't Look Back In Anger - Oasis
Underneath It All - No Doubt
Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon
Pork and Beans - Weezer
Drops of Jupiter - Train
Time Won't Let Me Go - The Bravery
Suffer for Fashion - Of Montreal
Clocks - Coldplay
Broadway - The Goo Goo Dolls
When I Come Around - Green Day
Last Kiss - Pearl Jam

No matter how many times I flipped through stations, I could find a song that I both recognized and LIKED. At home I'd never be able to do that. I might get one good song every half an hour. And that's if I'm lucky. Hmm... maybe I'll put a gigantic antenna on my car? Or buy XM. Something.

They played an Oasis song that wasn't Wonderwall or Champagne Supernova (I adore those songs, but it's all you ever hear). They played old school Green Day! Speaking of which, if I see one more thirteen-year-old with a 21st Century Breakdown t-shirt on, I swear I'll flip a shit. They don't even remember Dookie and Nimrod. They probably didn't even know who Green Day were before American Idiot. *Is not bitter.*

Anyway, I'm pretty sure Cleveland keeps its radio up to par because it has to maintain its title as "the birthplace of rock and roll". I also believe everyone should visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame at least once in their life. I went there several years ago when they had their big John Lennon exhibit. It was amazing.

On another note, I also went shopping for a new stereo at Best Buy when I got home. The employee who helped me thought I was still in high school. I LOL'd and thanked him. At least my fear of looking older than I actually am is obsolete now?

I love the South!

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 01:57:24 GMT

See thar?

Location: United States, North Carolina, Wilmington

FUCK YES, away from the rainy, cold weather of the Northeast!!!

The sunburn kills though. But I don't care; I'm in the South!!!

Bill, I believe this is killing me.

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 03:17:12 GMT

Ugh... My life has gotten far too busy lately. I feel like all I do is work and sleep. It's obnoxious, considering how much I value free time.

Bad things? Working with obnoxious people who can't do their job properly, dealing with bitchy customers, the fact that my back is killing me like I'm old or something, feeling left out because my bitch of a high school best friend didn't make me a bridesmaid...

Good things? I'm finally taking guitar lessons and can play Time of Your Life without it sounding retarded, I'm going on vacation to North Carolina in a week, and my paychecks have been looking quite nice lately.

W00t, vacation! I'm going to an island in southern North Carolina. Unfortunately it's with my family and they drive me nuts, but hey, that means I don't have to pay for anything. XP I'm a horrible person.

Annnnyway, my best friend from high school is engaged. Holy shit. I feel so old. That makes one good friend who is married and two who are engaged. What happened to living your life while you're young?! People in my immediate generation are so boring. It might sound weird, but I prefer to hang out with people either a few years older or a few years younger than me because they're just a lot less... lame. They don't feel the need to get married right after high school/during college, they're spontaneous, they actually know how to have fun...

Meh, no wonder I like a guy who's three years younger than me. He's friggin' eighteen. Yeah, yeah, I know; three years isn't that much, but it still makes me feel self-conscious. Still, I haven't felt this way about anyone in quite awhile, so I'd hate to let it go to waste. Here's the real clincher: he's got the same name as my ex. Oy veh...

And my life is so unbelievably average and a complete letdown thus far. I'll have to thank Billy Joel for reminding me of this.

Everybody loves Hypercolor!

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 06:27:15 GMT

H'okay, so. I'm about two minutes away from making a purchase that could either be a huge win, or a catastrophic fail.

I found Hypercolor.

I fucking found Hypercolor.

Total fashion faux pas, "OMG, what are you thinking? That went out of style with like, 1992." I remember being a little kid and thinking it was the coolest thing ever. Did I own any? Psh, no...

But anyway, American Apparel is selling Hypercolor shirts (well, it's a knockoff, but whatev) for $28 online. I figure since crazy t-shirts are in right now anyway, this may be the perfect time to try to pull it off. The problem is, I don't like buying clothes online because I don't know what size to get. The shirts are, unfortunately, unisex, but they look more girly (especially since I'm getting the vermilion one). It says that girls should order one size smaller, but I'm still worried. I feel like a small would be too, well, small.

In other 90's news, I was working yesterday and this guy came in with his daughters, nieces, something. They were probably around ten. One of the girls had a SNAP BRACELET. I came kinda close to freaking out. I was like: "Is that a snap bracelet? I haven't seen one of those since I was a kid! Where'd you get it?"

The response was a muffled "I don't know." I think I scared the poor girl, which is kind of sad because I'm the least intimidating person in the world. So now I'm on an interwebs search to find those as well...

Ooh, and I discovered that Livejournal has a "detect" button for your location. I used it for fun, though it is kinda creepy.

Harry Potter is a WIN

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:05:24 GMT

My reaction to the sixth Harry Potter movie? GHUCNEOJFEIO

A-m-a-z-i-n-g. That's all there is to it. I won't give away spoilers because that's cruel; just know that it fucking ROCKS. Best movie ever. Seriously, that now takes the top rank on my list of favorite movies. It was just... wow. And HBP definitely wasn't my favorite of the Harry Potter books.

The people I went with gave it mixed reviews. My cousin said it was "boring" and my aunt gave an indifferent "it was good". When I was stricken with disbelief at her "boring" comment and told her I thought it was amazing, she replied with: "That's because you like depressing things." Thanks, Gabby, Thanks. I'm sorry I have some slight semblance of depth. I'll work on that so all I care about is soccer and my boyfriend like you do.

Ahem. Now that my little rant is over... SEE HARRY POTTER. I can't WAIT to see it again, it was just so... JFOIEHEOHJOIE.

Plus I think Daniel Radcliffe's gotten sexy in recent years. Does that make me weird?

Oh, and he wears Converse, loves music, and is a total hippie. Why must he be famous and totally inaccessible? I'm not one to get all worked up over celebrities, but... meh.

Harry Potter owns my life

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 04:30:15 GMT

...and not in a good way.

In the past two days I've spent fourteen hours in a movie theatre. Have I seen Harry Potter? Of course not, because I've been selling tickets for it.

Oh, and people are positively astounded when they show up for their 7:50 show fifteen minutes early, only to find out that it's been sold out until 10:20. No shit, Harry Potter is popular? Do yourself a favor and buy your tickets early so as not to annoy your local box office cashier. We quite appreciate it. :)

Some of my co-workers have been bitching about how there were going to be tons of little kids running around, blah, blah, blah... I was kind of worried myself, but apparently little kids aren't into Harry Potter anymore? I noticed it was more people my age, some slightly younger and some slightly older, mostly between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five who grew up on the books before they were all out. I feel bad for later generations who won't get to experience the anticipation of counting down the days until the next Harry Potter book comes out, standing in line at midnight, and staying up all night reading until your eyes twitch and you can't see the words anymore.

Anyway, I'm finally seeing HBP tomorrow because I have the day off! I already bought my ticket for a show at 9:30, because you really can't be too careful. I can't wait to stand in line for an ungodly amount of time. Oh well, it's all part of the experience. At least I'll get to mooch off of my cousin and aunt's popcorn.

The only bad thing is that I had to actually BUY my ticket since it's almost guaranteed to sell out. We only get free tickets if it isn't. *Sigh*. I haven't actually bought a ticket in sooo long. Oh well, it's friggin' Harry Potter, so it's worth it! I also plan on seeing it at least ten times while it's in theatres, and that's a low estimate. Obsession? Nah...

Joyeux Fête Nationale!

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 06:19:11 GMT

Or "Bastille Day", as we Anglophones say. France's national holiday that commemorates the storming of the Bastille. Basically I'm looking forward to cooking up some kickass French food "this" afternoon (it's 2 AM, barely Bastille Day) before I go to work. I'm thinking crêpes, gallette des rois (I know it's not the right holiday), mille feuilles, and some brie (avec le pain!).

Gahh... I've taken far too much French.

Oh, and exactly four years ago today was the night before I went to France for the first (and only) time. So now I'm lamenting because I haven't been out of the goddamn country (besides Canada, which doesn't count) in four years. This from the girl who loves to travel more than anything in the world.

Must buy plane ticket and go somewhere. Anywhere but here.

I want to be a musician... Yeah...

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 06:15:55 GMT

Well, it's not like this completely came out of nowhere; I've been contemplating it for some time, but I really, really want to be a musician. And not just "I play guitar on the side for fun" like I've been doing for the past couple of years. I actually want to do it professionally.

There are, of course, a few roadblocks.

1. I can only play twenty-two chords on the guitar.

2. I live in a small city with no outside musical influences whatsoever. As in, the biggest band we've gotten in recent years is New Kids On the Block. I wish I were kidding.

3. I'm a girl and I want to be in a band. There's a stigma and you know it.

4. The music industry is a bitch unless you want to sell your soul to American Idol by doing their shitty music videos that try to get you to buy a Ford.

I can see this dream going as far as my writing aspirations have so far. Wooooo...

Anyway, I finally signed up for guitar lessons again. I'm going to give this a try and see where it takes me at least. I'm pretty musically inclined, or so I'm told. Doesn't mean I have the ability to GET anywhere with it though.

Sometimes I wish I weren't such a dreamer. I'm a cynical dreamer too, which is the worst kind, because you have all these dreams that you wish beyond anything else that you could accomplish. However, you also realize how impossible they really are.

So I'm a 4w5 INFP...

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 08:02:42 GMT

I've known I was an INFP for quite awhile, but I recently took an Enneagram test, and apparently I'm a 4w5. What does this mean? (Not that anyone cares, but I guess I'm a narcissistic bitch. :P)

Fours:

"The attention of Fours goes to what is missing and desired, to loss, to emotions, and to longing for the ideal and distant — thus, the sense that the heart is broken or damaged in some way. The defensive coping strategy centers around focusing on what is missing or lost as a way of avoiding feelings related to the hope for an idealized connection that may go unfulfilled. There is a focus on what is distant, special, and desired and an aversion to the ordinary, the mundane, and the everyday reality of what is. Major traits include a desire to feel special or unique, a desire for authenticity, a preoccupation with the search for the ideal forms of love or connection, and a wistful pleasure with melancholy. Unlike some other types, Fours tend to be comfortable with emotions and can be sensitive to the emotional tone of situations and relationships. Strengths: Fours can be emotionally strong, authentic, artistic, and sensitive. Challenges: Fours can be in constant search, self-deprecating, and use fantasy in relationships. They can be depressed and self-destructive, at worst."

That's so accurate it's scary.

Ego fixation: Melancholy - That's definitely true. Probably my most-experienced emotion.
Passion/Vice: Envy - not so much that they want what others have, but rather, that they are not equipped with what it takes to lead the happy lives they imagine others lead.
Virtue: Equanimity

I was surprised that a lot of famous 4w5 were some of my favorite people ever.

RIVERS CUOMO! (My. Favorite. Person. Ever.)
William Blake (yay Romanticism!)
Bob Dylan (*idol*)
John Lennon (OMG too good to be true!)
Yukio Mishima (w00t! The Sound of Waves!)
Edgar Allan Poe (Eh... Bit emo for my taste, but cool nonetheless.)
J.D. Salinger (love him)
Kurt Cobain (fuck yes!)
John Keats (best poet ever?)
Virginia Woolf (who's afraid?)

Fours with a dominant Five wing:

When healthy, they bring profound creativity and insights of an intrapsychic kind. Their emotions are more under the surface than Fours with dominant Three wing and more private modes of communication (such as writing) are preferred. They have intellectual as well as emotional insights and can often synthesize experiences into something intensely personal yet timeless.

When more average they are devoted to cultivation of a personal worldview, often by philosophical or artistic means. They are more likely than those with a dominant Three wing to be reclusive and out of touch with the greater social world and to compensate they may adopt unconventional or eccentric ways of life. They can be purposefully obscure and enigmatic in their expressions and then have an elitist and contemptuous view of those who failed to understand them. They tend to withdraw for prolonged periods under stress which can leave them further isolated. As a result they are prone to hallucinatory states and total alienation.

WTF? Hallucinatory states? That's the most batshit thing I've ever heard. Other than that it's pretty damn accurate.

Well, there you have it: the inner workings of my effed up brain. Soul-searching is tiring. *Bedtime*.

Freudian slips ruin my LIFE

Sat, 23 May 2009 18:25:35 GMT

Okay, so everyone has a Freudian slip once in awhile. It can't be helped. However, most people's Freudian slips aren't voiced over loudspeakers to a lobby with potentially hundreds of people in it.

Oh yes I did.

Last night I was working, and my manager's wife called. When they get a phone call, we're supposed to relay it over the walkies, which are heard by each department and is also broadcast through the lobby. So I pick up the walkie and say the following:

"Mr. Manager, your life- I mean, your wife is on line two."

Fuck. My. Life.

At first I didn't think what I did was that obvious... that is until my coworker started laughing hysterically. Then I kind of panicked and started laughing hysterically myself... as in like, fell to the ground laughing. It was hilarious, but seriously? WHY ME?

Sadly, this isn't the first time this has happened at work. About a year ago I was printing a person's tickets out, and I usually say the same thing to customers because it's easier. I'm supposed to say: "Your receipt's on top. Enjoy the movie."

What did I end up saying?

"Your receipt's on top. Enjoy your hand."

What the fuck is wrong with my brain? Maybe I should just never speak. Again.

Drabble: Delusion

Sat, 23 May 2009 04:56:15 GMT

I LOVE the Kingdom Hearts drabble community. I've only been a member for a couple weeks, but it's pretty freakin' awesome.

He struts through the Grand Hall, heavy footsteps echoing the magnificence of his escapades, the greatness of his accomplishments. The Keyblade is with its rightful owner, in stronger, more capable hands.

Riku smirks, knowing his trivial enemy will storm the bastion with nothing more than a wooden sword and the ridiculous hope that he will emerge victorious. He scoffs, basking in the knowledge that one swipe of the Keyblade will reduce the childish trinket to mere splinters.

His fingers wrap around the hilt, its sheer power consuming his thoughts, enveloping him in its might. It is no longer a separate unit, but a part of him, and he knows that with its guidance he can rule the world.

But for now he contents himself to pacing through the hall, his footsteps echoing the great deeds he foresees in his future. He knows no one will remember Sora. The boy’s defeat will deem him unworthy and he will return home to his mundane, ordinary life.

After all, Riku was the one intended for greatness.

And http://community.livejournal.com/kh_drabble/772563.html#cutid1

What the fuck, Smallville? What the fuck.

Fri, 15 May 2009 08:24:47 GMT

If you watch Smallville and haven't seen the season finale, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER.

SPOILERS...

And of course, me ranting about how these writers can't. Fucking. Write.

Seriously, I'm leaps and bounds from being a great writer, but I think I can do a hell of a lot better than these hackjobs.

Problem 1: They killed off Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy fucking Olsen. The entire time I was watching it I was wondering how Smallville had the power to kill off a canonical Superman character. Oh, they were just downright clever about it. Turns out this Jimmy Olsen wasn't the real Jimmy Olsen. His real name was Henry, and Jimmy was his middle name. His little brother is the real Jimmy Olsen. Apparently. Oh well, maybe we'll finally get some Chlarky goodness for Season 9?

Yeah right, like they haven't lead us on with those two for years.

Problem 2: They've turned my favorite character into a Lana-esque bitch. Chloe Sullivan was my favorite character in any sort of media for years. Now they've turned her into a fickle plot device who claimed she was in love with Jimmy but then ran off to "save" Davis from his evil half, all the while apparently being in love with Jimmy the whole time? Umwut?

Chloe used to fucking make that show. What happened to everyone's favorite snarky, hard-hitting reporter who didn't take anyone's bullshit? She died with Season 5, apparently.

Problem 3: Plotholes galore. Seriously, you could kill yourself tripping over them.

The user hakavon over at Kryptonsite explains it very well: None of this made ANY sense!!!

I hate you, Smallville. You're like that bad relationship that I leave but keep coming back to because I think you've changed. But you never have and you never will.

Why will I continue to watch this show? Because right now I'm 'shipping Chlark realllly badly. As in I actually have hope that it'll happen. Both of Chloe's love interests are dead, and Clark and Lois's relationship is about as interesting as tepid pudding.

So bring on the Chlark. It's the only reason I'll watch this fucking show anymore.

I'm going to bed. Summer always brings with it insomnia.

Blah... I needs me some Chlark!

Drabbles are fun

Thu, 14 May 2009 17:03:45 GMT

I figured I should post the material I have in other communities on here as well, since my homepage on ff.net now takes people to my LJ profile and I'll have some material on here that I won't be posting on ff.net. Anyway, here's a drabble I wrote a few days ago for the Kingdom Hearts Drabble Community challenge Black and White.

Title: Eyes
Summary: It bothered her that Sora couldn't see how different he was.
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, though I guess you could see some SoRiku if you look at it with a fangirl's eye and really, really squint.

Sora greeted her with the same smile, that charming, toothy grin he had possessed before the islands had been overcome by darkness.

But it wasn’t his smile that bothered her. It was his eyes that had changed.

Where once shined a bright, inquisitive simplicity now lurked something darker. They were still as blue as the azure waves that lapped against the shores of the tiny island that had shackled his innocence for so long, but his expression had narrowed, grown suspicious. She sensed something indiscernible, not quite evil… but certainly far from the wide-eyed purity they had held during a time when he still dreamed of falling stars and fairy rhymes.

It probably wouldn’t have troubled her so much if he didn’t try to treat her with the same naiveté he had lost over two years ago. Sora refused to speak of the details of his adventures, as if she weren’t strong enough to withstand the horrors.

“It doesn’t matter, Kairi,” he told her one day, that ridiculous smile shining bright and incongruously across an otherwise gloomy visage. “I found you and Riku. That’s what’s important.”

Oftentimes she wondered if Sora noticed the twinges of black she could sense lurking in his heart, if he was even aware of how much more he had in common with Riku these days. Sometimes she would find them alone by the paopu tree, talking about their adventures, sharing in a comradery they wouldn’t allow her to understand.

Kairi remembered the blithe days when their greatest worry was the childish notion of who would share a paopu with her.

She doubted they cared anymore.

That Sora was gone forever, replaced by this corrupted thing. This was not the person she knew. Kairi remembered a happy, carefree Sora whose white light and insatiable curiosity outshone even the blackest evil on the fringes of the universe.

And she wanted that boy back.

Or, if you prefer, the original post.

Theatre Wars: Attack of the Auditors!

Wed, 13 May 2009 22:28:39 GMT

I hate when the movie theatre I work at gets audited. The managers run around like they're trying to save the world from certain apocalyptic doom. The employees are stressed out because of their insane managers. The customers get pissed off because the managers are too damn spastic to actually run the place properly.

And this was all the day before the auditing. The actual battle takes place today, and couldn't be more grateful to whoever typed up the schedule that I don't have to be there. Still, yesterday was pure hell. I was scheduled until 11 PM, but I didn't get out until almost 1 AM.

I don't care about my job that much!

Seriously, it's a minimum wage, I-must-pay-for-car-and-college job. I have no intention of making manager or employee of the month. I do my job adequately, and that's enough for me. If it were a real job, I'd have no qualms working overtime. But it's a movie theatre. It's not supposed to be taken seriously.

So it's about 10:45 PM. The lights have been shut off. The doors have been locked. I'm looking forward to getting the damn lobby mopped so I can go home and relax. My manager stops me, wheely bucket and mop in tow, and says: "Sorry I forgot to tell you, but we're having a special showing tomorrow. Would you mind changing the mylars for it?"

My immediate thought is: "Why don't you shove the mylars up your ass?", but of course I don't say that, because I'm a good little employee. Besides, it's not going to take me that long to change four mylars. I hate this manager with a passion; that's the only reason I'd put up a fuss in the first place. I will call him Smart Pig in future references, both to mock his of his physical/intellectual status and because it coincidentally plays on his actual last name as well. Seriously such a win.

So it takes Smart Pig about half an hour to even locate the damn mylars, and I'm stuck sitting in my box with nothing to do. When he finally gets them to me, I notice a glaring mistake in ALL four mylars. Some dumbass had changed the showtimes for Wolverine because of a problem with the theatre it was being shown in (and had been fixed before I even came in that evening) and neglected to change them back. Not only that, but instead of just putting the times behind a black square to obscure it, they had removed them altogether.

Of course, a manager who's never worked in Box Office had done it. Who was it? Thinks She's Eight, my manager who is intellectually stunted at that age. This woman wears fucking scrunchies and buys children's books for the hell of it, not that she has any kids. Our management staff is so pathetic.

It took me another half an hour to fix her stupid mistakes, and before I knew it, hey... we've been closed for over an hour! Of course, before I could book it, Smart Pig catches me trying to leave and tells me to vacuum all the boxes and make sure everything is in pristine condition for the auditors.

I can only imagine the hell my coworkers are going through today. I love my job, seriously, I do, but they day before an auditor shows up it's like we're preparing to go into an epic battle. Ugh.

This is pure win.

Mon, 11 May 2009 20:12:33 GMT

I coincidentally happened upon what is quite possibly the greatest article ever written about fanfiction. The person who wrote it, bellpickle, must be a genius:

How To Write Fanfiction

I love when people write ironically and then get angry comments by people who don't get it. Some of my favorite lines would have to be:

"It does not at all matter how the characters were portrayed in the canon. What does matter is how you want to portray the characters and what type of portrayal will attract the most readers. It's your fanfic after all, and thus, the characters are yours to mold into any shape you want."

Yes, because people love to read about a poor, defenseless character who they're used to seeing as strong and self-sufficient in whatever fandom they prefer.

"The important thing to remember is that both characters in question MUST look good together. Otherwise, it just doesn't work. It doesn't matter whether or not the characters have any sort of relationship in the canon; as long as they look good, then it's a keeper."

Crack pairings FTW! If it's a crack story then fine, but there are some pairings I can't even wrap my mind around...

"No matter what the gender of the characters are, there must always be a clearly defined dominant half and submissive half. God forbid both characters have equal power in the relationship."

Haha... This is quite possibly my biggest pet peeve in fanfiction. I don't know when or how this stereotype popped up, but it's seriously everywhere, and it drives me nuts. It's especially prevalent in Sora and Riku fanfics, which, seeing as it's my favorite pairing, irks me to no end.

"First off, every good mature rated fanfic has no plot. People read these fics for the smut, so why make the effort to write anything but? The best thing about adult fanfiction is that no experience is necessary! Everyone can write smut, from the smallest pre-teen to that pre-teen's mother."

Okay, everybody reads smut, at least once in awhile. PWP is okay on occasion, like if it's in a one-shot or something, but I definitely don't want to read a 50K story where all you see are the characters having sex all the time. I believe in a little thing called plot.

Anyway, that article made my day. I highly recommend reading it.

Today, I lost thirty dollars. FML.

Sun, 10 May 2009 19:46:52 GMT

Okay, so maybe thirty dollars isn't that much money in retrospect... but to a poor college kid it is. I went to the casino for the first time yesterday, and I was really excited for it because I only turned twenty-one a couple weeks ago. I only had ten dollars and my debit card on me, so I started with my on-hand cash. After losing a couple dollars playing penny nickle slots, I decided to up the ante and move up to quarters.

And that's where I lost it all. On fucking quarter slots because I am a loser like that.

So I went to the ATM and took out twenty dollars in an attempt to win back the money I lost in the first place.

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. Ugh. I never want to go back.

My friend? She won sixty bucks.

Yes, your life is fucked.

At long last, I attempt to use LiveJournal...

Fri, 08 May 2009 03:52:49 GMT

I've had this account for awhile, but for some reason I almost never use it. Sometimes it seems like too much effort. Sad, because that effort includes clicking and typing. I generally log on once every couple of months, but I'm going to try to change that.

I can usually be seen frequenting fanfiction.net, where my username is the same as it is on here. However, I'm WAY more active on FFN.

So yeah. Livejournal, here I come (maybe).