whooo

so I finally found a stable internet connection! last night, i remembered that I had last minute homework to do but I didn't want to bother my aunt. so I quietly left the house (dude, this was around 11:40 pm last night) and wandered the streets in search of some free immediate wifi. there's a connection that is actually just a little bit down the street. however, sitting on a dark street around midnight with your laptop is pretty much as creeptastic as it sounds, so I gtfo after 10 minutes.

but now I've returned during the light of day!

and it's drizzling so I may die from electrocution. maybe.

anyway the point is that I've finally found internet to steal! 8D

john says I am a "wifi cowboy".

so my history book just said,

"epic sexual encounter"

tru fax.

arghhh I am so frustrated. I just missed my first doctor's appointment in five years, which I really kind of needed, because mom told me the WRONG PLACE TO BE AT. And when I found out where I was supposed to be, it was a place I HAD NEVER HEARD OF. and consequently had no idea how to get to.

so I spent 30 minutes driving around before giving up and going home.

naturally, I found it on the way back. 40 minutes too late.

>:|!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dear body:

I know we both love summer, but you drastically changing my sleeping schedule without warning is either very alarming or very annoying. I'm not sure which yet.

either way, stop waking me up at 6:30 in the morning!

I have my reputation to think of.

plus, I simply have no idea what to do at that hour.

much love,
me <3

So, yesterday I had a serious craving for sugar and candy. It probably didn't help that Mom just bought choco mint chip & brownie ice cream and a fuckton of saltwater taffy.

Naturally, I gorged myself on it. It was appropriately <3.

Next day, I'm eyeing the leftovers and I think: Do I want more?

Then a horrifying realization hit me.

I didn't.

For the first time in my life, I had no desire to eat any sweets whatsoever. What-so-fucking-ever. I had gorged myself so thoroughly that the thought of more delicious chocolate just made me go, "Eh. Maybe some other time."

And that is when I realized the sad truth: I AM BECOMING AN ADULT.

Sometimes I even experience things such as the dreaded sugar-induced headache. wtf! I never got those when I was younger, no matter how much I ate! Where is my tolerance for sickening sweet foods going!

Come back, kid inside me! Don't go! I'm not ready for this life of adult taste buds just yet!

........ ;A;

It took exactly 3 days for me to succumb to peer pressure:

odette.dreamwidth.org/

it's my bandwagon now, bitches.

on a side note, add me~

UGH WRITING TEACHER

I like that he's critical, I really do (usually at least), but I'm sensing what may be a DOUBLE STANDARD in the works here.

On first paper, his major criticisms:

"You lack organization and focus! You deviate too much! STAY ON TOPIC THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH IS IRREVALANT RAAAHAKHKSHNM I give you a B!"

me: ;A;

So on second paper (which is a WIP right now-- half my paper so far consists of notes for my team in pokemon pearl (gardevoir or misdreavus? hmmm)), his thoughts on my topic (which is debating the legality of bittorrent when the RIAA US copyright laws are taken into account) (PS the answer is yes of course but shh I have to appear fair and balanced in the paper and not act like the RIAA certain companies are whiny pussies out to ruin everyone's fun)

ANYWAY so the comments he gave for my arguments were, "HOW DOES NAPSTER PLAY INTO THIS" (who gives a fuck about napster anymore that is so 1999 and ps you're the one who said "peer-2-peer programs is too vague a topic, you need to narrow it down" which is why I SPECIFICALLY MADE MY PAPER ABOUT BITTORRENT) and he goes on to say, (this is a direct quote) "Finally, one argument may be that right now is just not the right time because there are bigger fish to fry."

bitch if I tried either of those, you would immediately slap me down and dock me 40 points for NOT FOCUSING ENOUGH

not only that, but the latter's "argument" could be used in ANYONE'S PAPER yet I didn't see him mentioning that to the chick who is writing on whether or not fluoride should be added to our drinking water or the salmon regulation woman.

\o/ god writing teachers, why can't they be consistently anal like a normal person

for those curious, here are my notes for gardevoir vs. misdreavus in my paper:

gardevoir:

pros:
- overall great stats, especially specials
- psychic, which owns a lot of shit
- not bad looking
- the pokedex description for it is cute

cons:
- everyone loves gardevoir
- I mean really loves gardevoir; I'm sick of the fucking porno out there (thank you, 4chan)
- misdreavus looks cooler

misdreavus:

pros:
- overall good stats
- purple, which is <3
- ghost, which is probably useful. no normal attacks work on it.
- but even if it isn't, it can learn psychic anyway so who cares

cons:
- ghost, which probably sucks more than is useful
- gardevoir has better stats

Thoughts? Should I take Gardevoir even though every time I look at it I will remember 4chan fanboys fapping away at Kirlia? Or Misdreavus, which looks cool but kinda sucks in comparison?





my life is so banal

Today's observation:

Burgundy Frost looks like shit on short nails. Either that, or there are some colors that really are made for toes only. I feel I should paint my toes and find out but matching hands and feet is just gauche.

Choosing the right shade of nail polish is too damn hard sometimes. :( This is why I should stick with clear.

Other news: I was driving home and there was a mini tornado (is there a particular word for that? it was almost as big as a mid-sized tree) on the side of the highway. My initial reaction was: "Cool. I want to jump into it and see what it's like." Of course, I just drove past it because I was on the fucking highway bawwww

now I'll spend the rest of my life wondering "what if" ;_;

Update on road trip! And this time, I shall update using proper grammar and punctuation for a change. \o/

So NOT ONLY DID I NOT GET LOST although there were a couple times where I thought, "Okay I HAVE to be going in the wrong direction now." But I even managed to find my way back with NO MAPQUEST AT ALL. Amazing! Reading signs really does work!

And although I will never admit this to my actual family (I have worked too long on my "I hate traveling I hate car trips I hate planes no I don't want to go anywhere ever" reputation) the drive was really pleasant. It's kinda cathartic to drive by myself on a freeway for a few hours with all the windows down and the radio blaring on a sunny day with good traffic. Especially since half the drive is really pretty with a bunch of mossy trees and rivers and lakes and stuff. AND A TUNNEL who doesn't like going through tunnels because I think we can all agree that tunnels are pretty damn cool am I right.

Also, I realized that Portland drivers are a bunch of pussies. When I can easily pass half of traffic by going at the speed limit instead of over the speed limit then you know something is up.

But I guess I'm not much better because I'm the only person I know who needs to put on SPF 50 sunblock for driving ahhhhhjkdhhkj and I think part of my neck still got sunburned. :[

PS I like how there's finally a lot of attention being paid to the environment as of late. There's a lot of commercials and such encouraging people to go green and energy conservation. I just wish it hadn't taken the environment to be on the verge of collapse for it to happen in the first place.

ahhhhjkzjknlm

tomorrow I'm going on my first ever road trip by myself which I was okay with until I maquest'd directions and did not recognize half of the directions it gave me.

;A; is it really my fault that I'm just a visual landmark kinda girl? (okay yeah it is but I don't want to hear it)

but seriously, what kind of direction is "Go southwest toward NF-9760"? when did we stop using actual words? did I  miss a memo somewhere? I like words, they're much more memorable than "TURN SLIGHT RIGHT ONTO NF-9768"

did I ever tell my flist the story about how I got lost for 45 minutes finding a grocery store in new york city that was across the street from me the entire time? no? well, that's how bad my sense of direction is. my family still finds that story highly entertaining.

whyyy god whyyy did I get such worthless talents such as english and art when science and geography is so much more useful

it doesn't help that this road trip is really just an eight hour car ride to Portland so I can take a damn math test (which is just another useful talent I never got bawww).

bawwww

bawwwww

okay, I'm done whining. now I just need to pray I can actually zig zag my way into portland tomorrow.

\o/ LET'S DO IT!!!!!