Riss: Your mother just facebook messaged me to ask why I was still up.
Myth: Ask her why she's still up when she has to go to New Orleans in the morning.
Riss: I told her registration just opened and I was going to bed after I finished.
Myth: I'm telling you, you should just ask -
Riss: No way! Your mother scares me!

Oh, dear.

And later:
Riss: I should have said 'Myth's up too!' I should have tattled.
Myth: She knows I'm up.
Riss: I should have tattled, because she scares me.



...umm. I apologize for my mother?

Nicole has given me an angst cap for JL writing.
Apparently my penchant for killing off characters and taking them to 'dark places that can't be gotten out of' needs to be curtailed.
So she had me make a sticky note (with 'Angst Cap (and not in the 'put on your angst cap' sense)' written on it) and put it on my computer to remind me.
The only problem? It won't stick.
I'm not sure whether I should be amused or horrified.

*edit*
It just fell off again.

I would like for people to realize something.
Just because I've realized that no one wants to hear about my problems or hang around with me when I'm unhappy? This does not mean that my life is made of sunshine and rainbows.
And while yes, my life is pretty good in most respects, this does not mean that I do not have down points, nor does it mean that I am always happy.
So just because I rarely complain about my problems? It doesn't mean that I don't have any.

To the two or three people who I do complain to, please ignore this entry.

I am sorry to subtract from Myth's positive/joyous posts, but it seems as if I have hit another mental low. Though this is not the lowest I've ever been and it is probably not the last time I'll visit this level. Still, I find it very inhibiting to my daily life, mostly in the fact that it creates apathy. School has lost it's excitement, going to fencing doesn't do it for me any more, it's very difficult for me to get excited about anything.

I don't know what I want to do.

THEY BROUGHT MIA INTO SMALLVILLE!


Oh, and also, I want an Oliver Queen, Smallville Style. Since Dinah Lance, Comics Style, is taken a couple of times over.

So outside in my hallway just a bit ago was a song battle.
I don't know who these people were, but I kind of love them, because one was playing the Justice League theme.
Then someone else put on this pop song thing.
And then the Justice League person turned up their volume.
And then they were presumably told to kindly shut the fuck up by a neighbor, but still. Song battle. With the Justice League theme. In my dorm.
I love my school.


PS: Justice League totally won.

So this is kind of cracktastically amazing.

Reasons to love Nancy Drew:

1. When a vampire bat flies into the room, most women from that TV era would scream. Nancy does scream - and then proceeds to beat at it with whatever happens to be in reach. Such as a pillow. And a lamp.

2. She saves the Hardy Boy's asses on numerous occasions.

3. She routinely saves her father and boyfriend, rather than the opposite.

4. My thought upon seeing a threat to her is not "Oh bitch, touch Nancy and Frank is going to kick your ass", but "Oh, Nancy is SO going to kick your ass."

5. She solves every case.

A short conversation on an only slightly longer story:

Myth

I'm kind of horrified that I managed to write what this turned out to be, but then, angst has demonstrated on several occasions that I am pretty comprehensively its bitch.

Kitty

XD Yeah.

I have my main character continue to stab a corpse while shrieking "DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Myth

...I have my main character, well, die, and leave her husband looking for their daughter who may or may not actually still be alive after the only person who knew where she was blew himself up.

Kitty

O.O

 

I just took my bio test, and, wonder of wonders, I think I did pretty well.

And on a totally unrelated note, I has thinky thoughts.

On Labyrinth. No, not the game (though that is awesome). The movie. Surely not the cheesy one with David Bowie, you say.

Well, um, yeah. The cheesy one with David Bowie.

( BUT!  )

Seriously hit a down spell but now I'm back!

Went back home and got recharged and now I'm ready to take over the world!... after I finish all the homework I didn't get to.

(On a side note: I now have a car... for how long I do not know, but it is a car nonetheless.)

 So I don't know. College has been everything I thought it would be. And yet...

I'm so confused.

I have... some friends. But I'm not as social as I thought I was. I'm not as magnetic as I thought I was.

I feel burnt out. I'll be going to bed soon. About four hours earlier than I have been.

I'm trying to get home. I'll work. Put in some sweat. Wash it off with a bubble bath.

Everyone seems like they're finding their place at college. I think I am. But I'm not sure... I mean, I've always wanted to be a writer. But... with everything going on. Being a Public Relations/Business major. I'm starting to wonder if that's ever going to happen.

Pray excuse me while I go rewatch every episode of Buffy ever.

 


XD

I've actually had a pretty good day, despite the whole four hours of sleep thing.
Okay, yes, I dozed off in history, but I got a B on the test (just returned today!), so it's all good. And I didn't mean to, but they didn't put tea out for breakfast this morning and I have this thing where the only coffee I drink is the pansy froofy stuff (you know the stuff where you can't actually taste the coffee? Yeah, that's the stuff I drink. I am a coffee pansy, and I admit it freely), so I didn't get any caffeine intake this morning.

( The Day's Proceedings (with added slightly romantic flail (and fail) ings) )

I just want to start first with: if anyone says anything that remotely consists of "blonde moment" will get their virtual teeth kicked in.

Now then, I will completely own up to being the most absent minded person on the face of the planet. I can't own anything nice. It was so stupid to get a phone that couldn't get insured. Hopefully it is where I think I left it and I will have it by the end of today. If not, well, I'm screwed and probably out of at least one hundred bucks to get it replaced.

Luckily I didn't lose my student ID otherwise it would have proved that the Universe was out to get me.

Why does everything I own have tiny feet that pop out when I'm not looking and carry my stuff away? Why is me threatening to pull my hair funny to the Universe? Do they really need to invent a way for "accio" to be a real thing just for me? All this and more will be answered probably around 6 p.m. tonight! Stay tuned!

(EDIT: I got it back!)




( In relation to Myth's previous post ) 

This. Just this.
I can't be the only one to find that ironic.

I was innocently sitting outside my 11 am class reading when I here this random dude walking by:

"My great-grand children are not going to have hot Swedish chicks. It's a crime! They need to breed!"

I make the mistake of looking up and making eye contact with him.

"Breed!" he tells me.

...Ah, college.