Things of the recent:

1) I continue to need a haircut badly. SPLIT ENDS ARE CONSUMING MY HEAD.

2) Ryan Reynolds was cast as Hal Jordan in Green Lantern. Reasons I disapprove:
-He'd make a better Kyle
-HE'S ALREADY DEADPOOL
-THIS BETTER NOT INTERFERE WITH HIM MAKING A DEADPOOL MOVIE
-If he's gonna play for both teams, HE SHOULD PLAY FLASH. Not GL.

3) I have been drinking waaay too much caffeine lately. Looking forward to the caf headaches when I run out of money for coffee and soda. But it helps me be awake at the right times of day.

4) Time for more geeking out over Rictor and Shatterstar! Page from the upcoming issue: http://comicbookresources.com/prev_img.php?pid=3025&pg=2 I like how it's just like, "Yep, still makin' out. And now back to Cortex with your regularly scheduled plot progression."

Also, apparently excitement kills brain cells. When I found out the new X-Factor issue was due out Wednesday, my first thought was OH SHIT I GOTTA GET BACK TO LANSING SO I CAN GO GET IT FROM 21ST CENTURY COMICS. After a slight delay, I realized, it is possible and in fact likely that there are comic book stores in the metro Detroit area. Which requires a teeny bit less gas. (There aren't actually any in my city as far as I can tell, though. Looks like I'll be going a couple towns over.)



5) I went to a show of zydeco music. One of the dudes was playing the washboard, and had a wearable washboard. I thought it made him look like he was a bad 50's sci-fi movie robot. So I just pretended he was being the resident dancing robot instead of actually playing in instrument. He looked like Steve Buscemi. And hey, if I were designing a robot, I would totally make it look like Steve Buscemi wearing a washboard. Just sayin'.

(random picture of dude with washboard, not the same guy)

IS ANYONE AS PLEASED ABOUT THIS AS I AM?

...probably not.

Seriously though this has been waiting to happen for yeeeeears. I love Peter David for having the balls to actually show it. Instead of just unsubtle text boxes. Or some manly, heterosexual handholding in the moonlight.

I really need to get mentally on the schedule of my job. I keep sleeping about four hours, caffeinating myself to get through work, then being tired but too wired to sleep until mid afternoon.

GUITAR MAKES MY FINGERS HURT. And yes I have calluses, just after I play for too long it starts feeling sort of bruise-y.



The dude who made this is my HERO.

This thread is so fabulous. http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3079902&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=6

So I really should be sleeping cos I have to get up at 6 for my job, but I CAN'T SLEEP UGH. I slept too late today.

I just started my job. It's pretty cool but a little stressful for me, because it's talking on the phone to strangers, heh. Not my strongest suit. Basically, I'm tutoring conversational English to Koreans over internet phone. The actual lessons are pretty easy, but I freak a little over finding shit to say the rest of the time. I have a few backup things in case I can't think of anything actually pertinent to what we're talking about, but I know I'm gonna forget who I already asked what to.

Maybe I should start making a log of who I've talked to about what. Like, "ASKED YEONG ABOUT FAVORITE ACTORS. THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE."

I think once I'm a couple weeks in I'll quit stressing, but tomorrow is my second day so I'm still like ahhhhhh! But I'm less worried than before my first day so that's good. :)

It is pretty fun though. Except for the one student who CAN'T FRIGGING SPEAK ENGLISH I had a good time talking to them. One of them was really sweet and asked me how to spell my name and wrote me a little email like "Hello!! The weather in Korea is very nice today! How is the weather in Michigan? I hope you are having a good day!"

I HAVE EIGHT CLASSES TOMORROW OMG. They're 20 minutes a piece. I only had 4 my first day and I was feeling a little overwhelmed.

I am such a dork, I just made a trip to Meijer entirely to buy 2 boxes of cereal. After I already went grocery shopping earlier today. WHY?




WANT


I also got a little light up badge like this one: http://community.livejournal.com/ontd_startrek/200181.html


Now I have to decide between a red, blue or gold shirt. Hmmm.

( YOU CAN SHAVE THE BABY )

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I think I will choose option c) Both.









WHY ANKLE HAIR

"Any questions about A Modest Proposal?"
"Yeah, uh, were they... eating babies?"



HOORAY DUMB PEOPLE.

HAHAHAHA okay so I know it's my journal "name" but it's still really funny getting an email from LJ that starts out,


COMRADE FUZZ,

Your LiveJournal account... [blah blah blah rest doesn't matter]


I almost wish that wasn't my journal name and that was just how the LJ team now addresses people.





In other news, Russian test tomorrow! Whoo, time to learn the whole last chapter.

Random rambling - running away is like the optimist's suicide. I was just talking with my roommate and a friend of ours, and we were talking about how we sometimes get this feeling that we just want to escape, go somewhere else, get away from life. When things get too crappy or stressful to bear, we just want to be somewhere else. When Toby was in high school, one time he just got in the car and drove 'til he ran out of gas - in Tennessee.

And it struck me that it's basically like the same way suicidal people feel, except they believe there's nothing better, no way to improve things. I've never understood suicide or suicidal feelings because I've never felt like there's nothing else, I don't think I ever could. That doesn't mean I don't ever feel like shit about things that are happening to me, but I always think that the future will be better or I'll find somewhere better to go. I'm optimistic about life in general, even when I'm depressed. But when things are really bad, I just want to RUN. I want to go somewhere else. Don't care where. I used to daydream about what would be the best ways to live and survive if I had to be homeless (never actually tried that since the benefits of being healthy and safe outweigh the joy of being miserable).

So I think it's the optimistic equivalent of suicide. Same problems, same feelings (can't handle current life, want to escape, don't want to be here) except with the feeling that something better is out there, you just have to find it. I'm glad I'm an optimist.




(p.s. sorry I have fallen off the LJ-wagon yet again. :( Life keeps happening. Things are going all right, although I'm kicking myself for skipping Russian too much and a bit worried about money, but when am I not worried about money and sleeping through classes? Hope you guys are all good. <3 )

I am thinking about accents today so JOIN ME in thinking about them!

Poll #1233822 ACCENTS ARE AWESOME (ACCIDENTALLY ALLITERATIVE)
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

What accents/dialects of English do you like? (ugh I couldn't decide which more specific ones to put down and then I ran out of spaces)

Okay less insane and more generally, what's your favorite?

What's your opinion of accents other than your own?

Jesus Crystal how obsessed with languages can you BE

On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like scales of 1 to 10?

I should write some kind of thesis on the inevitable deevolution of polls from serious to ridiculous.

Yeah I have a short attention span.


p.s.

Hooooooooooooooooooooly shit just saw Dark Knight. FUCK YES.






That is all, I'm so damn tired. CIAO

And Anon confuses the hell out of the non-internetting world yet again...

Agggh the shitty internet, it hurts me so.

I'm in Pittsburgh, posting from the Wyndham hotel through "kitty"'s wireless network. Which is at 19%. Useful, Kitty. Oh well, thanks for not having a password. You are my 19% savior.

You know, I'm sad I didn't discover the joy of my brother's book collection til I was helping unpack it today. I want to borrow SO many of his books. I am hopefully going to finish Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman before I have to go home. And I'm gonna see if he'll let me borrow that Steven Pinker book. Haha. He has at least two of my books mixed into his stuff so whatever he owes me. I don't really care though, I have no sudden urges to reread Metamorphosis and I'm sure I could scrape up a copy of that or Dante's Inferno if I really want to.

You should all read Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, by the way. It's great.

On being shown around The Sims by his niece:

However, I immediately had dozens of questions for young Katie about my new life: If I don't yet have a job, how could I afford this residence? Who put all that food in my fridge? Elves, perhaps? Can I trust them? Why don't I need a car? Where did I go to college? Don't I have any old friends I could call for moral support? This is not my beautiful house. This is not by beautiful wife. Well, how did I get here?

Unlike David Byrne, these questions did not interest Katie.


Anyway, my brother's apartment is pretty damn nice, I'm kinda jealous. It's really spacious and homey, the kitchen is gorgeous, the neighborhood is pretty cute. It's the upper floor (plus finished attic, which is pretty damn snazzy, it's my favorite part) of a narrow two-story house, which used to be occupied by a small family who moved out for more space. The brother of the previous tenant lives downstairs, and their parents own the house and are renting it to Scott and Ashley. I think the deal is that it used to be their house, then they moved out but converted it to separate apartments for their sons. And since Scott and Ashley are the first people they've had there that aren't their kids... they basically have NO idea what their place is worth. They're getting this place for $750 a month! Everything in this place looks brand new, clean and perfectly maintained (the kitchen cabinets can't be more than a couple years old), and it's incredibly roomy. They've got a bedroom, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and living room/office/whatever upstairs (which is the converted attic, so it's got sloping sides that limit space but it spans the whole length of the apartment and has a gable with a window on each side so it's really well lit and has extra space in those.) I'm terrible at estimating room sizes, but all of the rooms are definitely good sized. I'm pretty jealous haha. I like my apartment but it's just an apartment, it's not homey like that one. It's a functional space to sleep and keep my stuff while I'm in school.

Various uninteresting Note-to-Selfs (Selves? Notes to Self?): Gotta meet with that lady Monday. Tackle Toby and demand the psych book he kidnapped so I can read it before class Monday. Remind mom to call insurance dude about impending car. Loan applications. Job applications. That stupid audit thing. I think that's it. It probably isn't. OH LIFE.

I need to read more. I should post on LJ about books when I finish reading them so I can actually get myself to FINISH instead of forgetting about them or getting distracted.

Memenapped from inflightdata:


1. It begins with a list of all 26 letters of the alphabet.
2. Comment with something for me to talk about that starts with one of those letters. Make me babble about anything -- TV shows, actors, actresses, food, idk, be creative.
3. One topic per letter -- it's like a claims list! I will cross off letters as topics appear. (Grab as many as you want.)
4. I will post a new post talking about all 26 topics given to me.


( ALGEBRAIC! )

GO RED WINGS!!



:D :D :D
Stanley Cup is back in Hockeytown!


EDIT:

zestylime and I just created a beautiful song!

Red Wings, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to win the mother fucking Stanley!
Red Wings, FUCK YEAH!
Hockey is the only way yeah,
Penguins your game is through cause now you have to answer to,
Red Wings, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my skates, and suck on my stick,
Red Wings, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we score on you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow

FUCK YEAH!

Zetterberg, FUCK YEAH!
Maltby, FUCK YEAH!
Datsyuk, FUCK YEAH!
Osgood, FUCK YEAH!
Chelios, FUCK, YEAH!
Samuellson, FUCK YEAH!
Lilja, FUCK YEAH!
Helm, FUUUCK YEAH!
Lidstrom, FUCK YEAH!
Cleary, FUCK YEAH!
Lebda, FUCK YEAH!

FUCK YEAH!

WEEZER IS MADE OF MAGIC AND RAINBOWS AND ANYONE WHO SAYS DIFFERENT LIES LIKE AN INANIMATE THING WITH NO SUPPORT STRUCTURE

CHAOS NOW (KIND OF) COMPLETE!

Finals are over, had the last one Friday. And boy was it a bitch, I never expected to actually find one of Choi's tests difficult. I had to leave three problems blank. But I think I nailed the XC and I'm pretty sure I bullshitted my way through one I didn't know. Then I just sort of roamed around for a little while hanging out with a few of my friends from the class.

It's gotten cold again lately, what the heck! I do not approve. Get warm again it's summer dammit.

Also been working at McD's, it's going pretty well so far. Had my first 8hr shift today, it was really pretty good besides standing for the better (worse?) part of 8 hours. I seriously need to look into more comfortable shoes or something (well, I'm getting the official uniform shoes in the next couple weeks, but if those are equivalent to my current sneakers in comfort, I'll keep looking and just get something black and inconspicuous). I like working register, it's a comfortable temperature since it's out in the restaurant, there's usually something to do, and I mostly just have to stand at a computer screen and talk to people, and some of the customers I can joke around or chat with a bit. Unfortunately either the employee meals or the general greasy atmosphere is not doing wonders for my complexion, and I'm basically out of Proactiv, so I'm breaking out a bit. :/

Had my birthday/end-of-semester/communist party yesterday, it was basically awesome. zestylime came up early and we went on a Meijer expedition then made jello shots, which were FANTASTIC (watermelon jello + raspberry vodka was my fave). And Lime got me a book of serial killers for my bday! :D And Danielle, the little plushie is adorable (although due to the chaoticness of Friday I'm not entirely sure if that was for me or if it's just yours? I saw it by the playstation and figured it was yours, then Toby said it was for me, but that was followed by "I think" so hahaha) (also, some people were just over and Jenny noticed it and was gushing over how adorable it is)

OKAY SO HAHA I HAD MORE THINGS TO SAY BUT SOME PEOPLE JUST CAME OVER AND TOOK UP MY LAST SEVERAL HOURS (BUT OH SO ENJOYABLY) AND NOW I HAVE TO GO TO BED BECAUSE I HAVE TO GET UP AT 6AM FOR WORK, ILU ALL

SO. Friday I officially started work at McD's. It actually doesn't seem to be too bad, the people there are nice and none of the jobs I've had to do so far are particularly miserable (so far, done cleaning, fries, hash browns, and some training on the register). Doing fries was actually kind of fun during rush, it was sort of like a game to keep up but not make too many at once so they wouldn't get old.

ALSO I WATCHED THE BEST TRAINING VIDEO EVER. Their hospitality training cartoon thing was basically the most horrible yet beautiful X Files ripoff ever. Agent Hound and his partner were two special agents that were sort of the outcasts of the department because they tend to do weird cases and not follow protocol. Hound also had this "crazy obsession" with finding ~HOSPITALITY~ because as a child, he experienced hospitality at McDonalds, so he KNOWS IT'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. His partner (Scully) was more skeptical and didn't think hospitality really exists, but still went along with him (although she kept coming up with rational explanations for things and debunking him).

They were assigned on a case to investigate hospitality, but since the department's usually not fond of Hound's obsession, they suspect it's some kind of conspiracy to discredit them. They went and talked to some hospitable McDonalds workers whose names Hound got from his ~special sources~

My favorite part though, was when Hound said, "I think we could use some high-tech help on this case. I know just who to call."
I was like, HOLY SHIT THE LONE GUNMEN!
And I shit you not, it was an exact cartoon replica of Langly from TLG. I basically died.




Saturday, Chelsea (my best friend from back home) was in town and we went to sushi, but she wound up having a horrible allergic reaction because she didn't know there was shellfish in the roll she ate, and we wound up running across town to CVS for Benadryl, which didn't help, then running to her hotel room to find an epi-pen. While we were looking for it, her brother burst in deus-ex-machina style carrying an epi-pen. So she gave herself the shot and then we called the front desk and they called an ambulance. Chels and her mom went in the ambulance to the hospital, and me, her dad and brother followed in their van. It was less dramatic than it sounds since the ambulance wasn't flashing, it was just like following a large truck. She's fine now, happily.



Sunday, didn't do much besides wake up late and procrastinate.

Started writing my paper around midnight this morning, kept procrastinating, finished at about 4:30 and wound up getting to sleep at about 6. I set my alarm for 7, since I had work at 8, but I slept through it and woke up at 8:30 panicking. I calmed down and had something to eat and got dressed and went in, and they didn't even call me out on it, so whoo. Got off work at about 2:15, grabbed food, and headed up to school to print and hand in my paper. I wanted to beat the life out of the first printer because it printed every page with a huge blank gap in the middle, so I wasted all those pages of print tokens, and had to log off, go log in at another lab, and print there. But anyway, got that in, and now I am dead tired and going to sleep for a while. And then I shall awaken and kick the ass of the review sheet for my final at 10 am tomorrow. Work and another final Wednesday, work Thursday, exam Friday at 10, and then DONE AND PARTY! YAY.

Oh and I decided that I totally have to make red and yellow jello shots for the Communist Party I'm having Friday and make a hammer and sickle flag from them. I don't think I've ever had lemon jello shots though. Oh well, we'll see how it goes.


Thank you to all the people who've wished me happy birthday! :D

So, lots of things have been in the happening lately. Yesterday was eventful although it would have been more eventful if I'd thought to bring a tylenol and possibly caffeine with me in the later parts.

I woke up around 11-noon intentionally, because I knew I'd be out late. I had a job interview at 2, so I headed out at about 1:20...

...and promptly SLAMMED MY FINGER IN THE DOOR OW. It was already turned pretty colors and disturbingly flat. I went back inside whimpering and cursing and ran my finger under cold water for a while. I was feeling kind of woozy (probably because my blood was rushing out of my head and into my arm, though I didn't really think of it at the time) so I sat down on the floor and got a glass of water and a banana (I figured it was dehydration or blood sugar, since those are the usual reasons I feel like I'm going to pass out), then once I felt like standing Toby gave me an ice pack and aspirin and I headed back out. ... and as soon as I got about twenty feet from the door and into the sun, my vision blacked out and the wooziness came back triple force. I wobbled back to the stairs and sat down til I could stand okay, went back inside and returned to sitting on the kitchen floor with my hand in the sink. Toby made me lay down on the couch and got me cold washcloths for my forehead and hand. Then after a little while, I got up and Toby drove me in to the interview. Have I mentioned that Toby is the BEST ROOMMATE EVER? <3


I look like I'm making an "uncoordinated goth" fashion statement. (It's more purple-y black IRL, the flash made it look blue)

Anyway, day went up from there, because where else can it go? I went to the interview, which basically just consisted of a few questions then "Okay, you'll be doing this and this till then and orientation's Tuesday, sound good?" "YES."
It's just at McDonalds, so nothing snazzy, but it pays and I've heard they give raises a lot, so whoo. And the hours are flexible and he said I can basically work however many hours I want, and asked if I want to do 40 during the summer and I was like YESS. Seriously, even at minimum wage (7.15) and with taxes, 40 hours/week will cover all my monthly bills in two weeks. Scooore.

Came back home and chilled, Toby's dad came by to drop some stuff off (he brought this cool plant holder thing that's like, a tall wood thing with a hook on top that a hanging plant goes from, and we put a plant on it that's been trailing to the floor in its old position.

At 10 I went to the play Toby's directing, which was really good (it's by an MSU grad, John, who also wrote the play Toby starred in a little while back, and has also been a friend of ours since). After the play we went to John's house for a party and it was basically awesome. Jenny made this AMAZING chocolate strawberry cake (and I normally don't even LIKE cake), and we played darts and beer pong (which I've never played before, and is pretty fun except the beer part. Next time I'm playing with something I actually LIKE. Beer is nasty.) At 2 some of us drove back to MSU for the Guitar Hero tournament - well actually I drove since I wasn't drunk haha. I wound up walking home towards the end of guitar hero, though, because the pain was kicking back into my finger pretty bad, so I missed the 3am improv show.

But I did see a few amusing things on the way home. There were some people with two couches and a TV smoking hookah on their front lawn, and an huge mob of drunk kids at McD's - now I know what the manager was talking about when he said the bar rush was pretty crazy. There were clusters of people all around the parking lot just standing there eating,and tons more people inside or in the drivethru, and the parking lot looked like a tornado had been through with all the post-meal debris scattered. I'll mostly be getting afternoon shifts in the summer, but if I get night shifts that will definitely be interesting.

Tonight I'm going to my friend Melissa's party for some of the graduating seniors, headed out at 7 or 8. Godddd when am I going to get homework done! I'm gonna have to spend all tomorrow writing essays, blah. And Monday I need to go in to the social security office to file for a replacement card so I can bring it to the McD's orientation Tuesday. LIFE IS CHAOTIC. But it beats boring.