Turns out that the mix-up on Saturday was slightly too long for my currently impaired comprehension. Suffice it to say that no one is dead or injured.

I have a slight inclination to work on my Soukuri story. And give it a title. It had a title, but then I forgot it. Something about a firefly.

I am still sick. My pills amuse me. I should take allergy meds, but then I would be completely incoherent. I once took a test while on allergy meds. I failed miserably. Not wanting a repeat performance of that, despite having a wonderfully firm grasp on Chem. Which is what tomorrow’s test is on. And stuff. Moo.

Channelled Muraki today while playing cards with the Shinigami and Shikigami. Watari called me Tousama. Played with Tsuzuki’s hair. Tried my damndest to get all the Kings.

Read Legolas’ diary. I think I’m the craziest.

Steph-san: That’s the kind of person I am, though. I’m a hypocrite, no matter how much I try not to be. But at least I’m aware that I’m a hypocrite, ne? Doesn’t help me convince friends who need help with their mental problems to see a shrink, but whatever.

Paddy: Freud would have us both lusting after our fathers. I tend not to listen to Freud. But yes, we both blame ourselves and we’re probably wrong. I would try to knock some sense into you, but to my eyes you seem to have classic signs of depression, and head-knocking never works with depression. So. Caring and comfort for you.

Blog! Yesterday was the day from Hell. I seem to have a lot of those lately, huh? But really, it was awful. And I still have no idea if my personal mental meltdown was uncalled for or if it was… something. The opposite of uncalled for. >.< Brain hurts.

Yesterday in review:
11:00am- Everyone is late getting together for cosplay shopping.
11:30- Someone calls for Neechan and says they will be over in 15 minutes. It is believed this was Weasley.
12:15- No person. Neechan leaves with Remy, Snape, Watari, Paddy, and Hisoka. Kuri and I stay at home, since we were going to go to a different place anyway.
12:30- I call Weasley's house and her dad says she has left.
1:00- I begin to freak out. We start combing the area between here and Weasley's house.
1:30- We get food and go home to eat it.
2:00- I begin my mental meltdown and make myself feel better by washing Kuri's car. Much calling of Weasley's house ensues. I memorize her number.
2:30- We check with Dad to see if Weasley called. He says Neechan called to say that her dad's van (which she had been borrowing for the day and which we were going to use for the con) broke down. Much swearing ensues. We go to look for Weasley again.
2:45- On the way back, we see a herd of familiar-looking girls. We stop, chat, and all head home. (The herd of girls being our group, of course.) We wait for Neechan's dad to show up with Neechan's car.
3:00- More searching for Weasley. Padfoot knows which house is hers, so we knock. No one is home, as expected.
3:30- Someone mentions sparklers. I go to my room and spend several minutes digging out my trunk and grab and handful of packages of ancient sparklers. We find smokers and sparkling begins.
4:00- Neechan's dad shows up. They go and get the van. Neechan gets LBSB back. We decide that I still want to get cloth and such, and so we head out to the store in both cars.
6:30- I think the times I have down between this point and 2:00 are off. Neechan goes to drive Watari home. Hisoka goes with. Paddy stays with me and Kuri.
7:00- We get home. Mum gets a frantic phonecall from Neechan saying they broke down. We sigh and go to get her.
7:20- Kuri's headlights are not on. Kuri's mental breakdown ensues. Shortly thereafter we find Neechan. We stop a bit away and Padfoot goes to get her and Hisoka (after much comforting for Kuri). A nice man pulls over for Kuri and I and we discover that the headlights are not working because they were turned off during fiddling for interior lights. Kuri screams, apologizes to the nice man, and screams some more. We drive over to Neechan & co., where the nice man had stopped for them as well. We drive home.
8:00- My mental meltdown hits its peak. I call Weasley's house repeatedly, then begin calling hospitals to see if she checked in. The nice hospital staff put me on hold in the middle of a sentence, I assume because I was not dying. I call Weasley's house and leave a frantic message. After a brief talk with Dad, during which I assure him that I know I'm overreacting, he tells me to call the police and ask if there was an accident with such-and-such a person at such-and-such a place at such-and-such a time. I call the police, get put on hold, then told that my call cannot be put through. I laugh hysterically at the police and begin an interesting habit of having a too-wide grin on my face. Padfoot looks at me funny.
9:25- I call Weasley's house one last time. Her dad picks up and says she's at Sam's house. I tell him to tell her to call me ASAP.
9:30- Mum comes home in a tense mood and kicks us all out of the downstairs with the promise that if Weasley calls, she'll yell up to me.
10:30- Neechan, Kuri, Paddy, Hisoka and I all fall asleep in a big pile in Neechan's room after much arranging of feet.

And that was the wonderful Day From Hell. But hey, I finally got most of the fabric I need. I owe Neechan $30 and Kuri $12. Byakko owes me $2. Moo.

I am not going anywhere today. I am sitting at home and watching TV and doing my homework and reading fanfiction. Today shall be dubbed "Recovery From the Day From Hell Day". I still have no idea if the thing about Weasley was miscommunication or if my worry was valid. Argh.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I like to watch my favorite authors from afar. They’d scare me in person. I mean, carcinoerogenous? Erk.

Bad day. Sick of trying to fix the world. Decided to be selfish and focus entirely on my own problems for a while. Got pissed off at a close friend. Stress. Wish the meds would do something other than make me nauseous, but they only start working after six weeks or so. Steph-san says the full effect hits after a year. There’s your random info of the day. Good news of the day: the principal complemented my “I see dumb people” shirt. Yay.

And yanno what? I’m so tense right now that despite being so tired my eyes can’t focus, I cannot possibly sleep. I think I may have forgotten what a good night’s sleep is like. Argh.

I could write a story about my life. Everything up to now has been the backstory that Freud would love, and now I’m hitting the exposition. When will the plot twist kick in, I wonder?

I would swear before a jury that Neechan can see the future in her dreams. I’ts like having a chibi-Crawford in the house, but with fewer suits. XD

So yesterday I got my happy pills and I played DDR in an arcade. The happy pills are fairly self-explanatory (except for the part where they’re not really happy pills, they just put a floor under my emotions), so I’ll go with the DDR.

Padfoot, Steph-san, Neechan and I all went to the nearest DDR arcade, which is quite a ways away and slightly shabby. It was nostalgic. Reminded me of my youth. But hey! They have DDR. Three machines, in fact. A lot of large, bearded white guys showed up to play. Two chicks came in later on, but for the most part we were the only chicks. We were also the worst players there. I feel insignificant now. ^^;;

I got to play Butterfly! Neechan and Padfoot played Moonlight Shadow, though, which was the one I really wanted to play. We played until the place was about to close, then headed home and got dinner. I went to bed and was out like a light. XD Too much DDR makes one tired. But it was so fun! I had to play with my three-inch heels on, because those are the only not-broken shoes I have, and it was amusing. Mildly painful, but amusing. (Hey, if I can boogie for hours in real high heels, I can DDR in my pumps.) Neechan seemed to have more trouble because her shoes are new and not worn-in. Oh, and Padfoot and I played Somewhere Over the Rainbow! I didn’t even know that was a DDR song. The slowed-down part in the middle was painful. >.<

*thump* … … … *thump* … … … *thump* (repeat ~2x)

I remain very amused at the idea that I might have an adrenal tumor. I think part of why he thought that was a possibility was because I was sick so my glands were very swollen. Hee hee! My endochrinologist amuses me.

The medicine shrink is a very nice Indian woman. I like her. She asks funny questions. And! She had a copy of the DSM-IV in her office and I was itching to ask to look at it. Do you know how much I want to get my grubby paws on one of those?

You know what? Reading the end of stories makes me want to write. It’s like this little itch inside that can’t be scratched. I guess you could say I feel inspired, except there’s a distinct lackage of stuff to write about.

I had a really freaky and incredibly realistic dream this morning. Everything was so detailed. Even more so than my dreams usually are. I was sitting with my mother, and we were talking about fairly normal stuff for us. Lisette-chan was working on mom’s old desktop computer, and my little sister was on our internet computer. Mom told her she should let Lisette-chan have a turn on the internet computer, so they switched places. Everything was so accurate I could see the piles of papers that lie around our dining room, and the colors were so vivid. Mom and I went to sit in the living room, and I sat in this plush over-sized chair we have, and Mom sat on the love seat, both of us where we usually sit. Mom picked up a paper and warned me about a rumor going around that said a local club was supposed to be fired. I asked her what she meant, like fired like a pyrokinetic, or like a shooting, but before she could answer there was a tortured (only way I can describe the sound) scream that was quite clearly my little sister’s voice. My first responce was, My gods, what is Lisette-chan doing to my sister? Mom and I both jumped up to find out what was happening, and this man suddenly came running through the room away from the girls and toward our door. I tried to grab him but he knocked me to the floor and mom could only watch as he escaped. Everything was so clear. I remember the pile of papers and stuff on the round table in our living room, and the feel of the wood at my back were he knocked me down, and he was wearing blue jeans, a hawaian type shirt and a navy blue baseball cap. The last thing in the dream before I woke, I was holding my little sister while she cried hysterically, and all I could think was, How the hell did he get into my house? and my mind was making up all sorts of horrible things the man had done to my sister. I woke up so suddenly I was wide awake, which rarely happens, and I was cold tingly all over and shaking.

For some reason, whenever someone is hurt in my dreams, that person takes the form of my little sister. Course, when I dream something and it then happens, the person I dream it happening to is rarely even involved in the actual event at all. I hate to sound all, I’m psychic! Hear me roar! and all, but I do have a tendancy to dream things that happen in the near future. The earliest time I remember it happening I was at a girlscout sleepover at the YMCA. I think I was in second grade then. But I’m scared. It’s been 11 hours and 14 minutes since I woke up from that dream, and I’m still scared. Usually when I dream a dream that has myself in it, it comes true in some way. I don’t want something like that to happen.

That was entirely not what I wanted to write about when I started this entry, and I probably shouldn’t post it, but who am I to go against my subconcious’ will?

Yes, second entry today. I know. But my endochrinologist is so amusing! I just had to share.

I purposefully didn’t shave my face for quite a while before the appointment so that I’d have as much facial hair as possible (in other words, passive agressively making him do something since he freaks out whenever he sees my facial hair). I should have counted how many times he used the word “impressive” when referring to the hair. XD And then he went through the varied tests I’ve taken and reiterated that there’s nothing abnormal there. And then he started freaking out and now I’m getting a funky test mid-April, and if that comes back abnormal I’m getting a CT scan to see if I have an adrenal tumor. I am amused. As it is, though, I’m getting put on the Pill to regulate my horomone levels.

Did I mention I have to pee in yet another bucket? This guy really likes my pee.

Last night was Hell. Whatever this sickness is, I hope no one else gets it. Woke up a good half dozen times between 9 and 11, then woke up with severe chills and couldn’t sleep. Lying down was making the congestion worse, and the pressure of my head on the pillow was agony, so I went downstairs and hung out with Mum until 4 or so, when we both went to bed. The Sudafed knocked me out for the rest of the night. Did I mention that simply existing was painful? And moving still makes me nauseous. It feels like when I was recovering from the sedatives when they took out my wisdom teeth.

Good news is that the throat is better. Bad news is that my memory is worse. I realized yesterday that it really isn’t normal to never be able to remember one’s own age. I can’t wait until I’m an old lady with Alzheimer’s. *rolls eyes*

I am slightly more fond of Kouri today and would comment on her blog again, but I can’t seem to put words together properly. So instead I shall go to my doctor’s appointment.

Kuri: I will happily help you with Muraki! I’ll even tailor my personal Muraki to fit whatever you have going. ^.^ I love doing that. I mean, taking a character and playing with different interpertations thereof. It’s great fun.
I tried to get an idea of how much cloth I need, but the person I was trying to get to help me was spectacularly unhelpful. I might convince Dad to give up a few minutes to help with the sleeves.
Question. Are you gonna get the wig after all? Cuz we’re looking at witchwigs.com and the Cher 951 XL is perfect for us, although I’ll have to dye it. The wig itself is $50, I think, cuz it’s on sale. We were wondering, though. (I forget how it came up. Weird.)

Damn, does my throat hurt. It feels raw. Very raw. And painful. I can talk fine, but swallowing and such hurts. Gonna have some tea with lots of honey. More honey than I usually put in tea, because I can’t taste either and the honey makes my throat feel marginally better.

Been doing some fun research for my Jesus paper. Was disgusted by the state of organized religion. The Vatican’s web page was spectacularly not helpful. Bad design, too. However, the Jesus-Institute.com was handy. Amusing, too.

I’m looking forward to the in-class debate. We get to debate which person was the most influential, and I think I’m gonna trounce them all. XD I mean, almost every person that got chosen for these papers was Christian, or heavily influenced by Christianity. There were a few pre-Christian folks, but I can argue that the effects of whatever they did weren’t as far-reaching as those of Jesus. In short, I will ownz them all! XD

Been working on Tsuzuki’s paws. Can’t quite make them look like paws. I am upset. But I’m doing something with the corners that may work…

Things to do this week:
Write papers for class
Make art projects for class
Get wigs
Get measurements/cloth
Go to doctor appointment
Videotape DDR for class
Make Futsu and Ame
Make Touda’s visor and claws
Make Suzaku no Ken
Make Souryuu’s headdress
Make Riko
Make Tzuzuki’s puppyness
Get sleep + get less sick

These things are arranged in order of importance. *sigh* I am a busy bee. At least half those things don’t have to be done this week, so I may yet survive, but it’s still quite a workload for a poor little kiddo who can’t even remember the day of the week. The top six things must be done before this weekend. Argh.

Sewing by hand is remarkably relaxing. I think I shall do that some more.

Got everything off Laptop, although it was an extremely arduous process. Put in floppy, attempt to transfer file, fail, re-insert floppy, attempt to transfer file, fail, re-insert floppy, attempt to transfer file, then either sucess or it tells me the disc isn’t formatted (a lie!) in which case the process repeats. And sometimes it’ll kill everything mid-transfer. Darrrr. And I had a bunch of stuff to transfer, although massively unimportant things were left there since they simply weren’t worth the bother. But I have the Kurikara story! All is well with the world. (Except that I want to work on it tonight but I can’t because there’s no guarantee I can get it off of Laptop again…) If only I could work on it tonight. I think I could finish it and then get started on the editing process.

Speaking of editing, the Muraki fic needs only a name and slight revision before it’s ready for the general public. I’m not being picky with it or it’d need a rewrite. ^^;; It was an experimental piece, alright? But when I’m done the Kuri fic, would Kuri-chan be so kind as to review it for me? I figure you know as much about Kuri as I do. XD

So it’s Futsunomitama and Amenomurakumo. Futsu and Ame. Yeah, I like the short names. XD Just seeing the long ones makes me boggle. Trying to say Ame’s name is like trying to speak through a cup of peanut butter. Possible, but barely comprehensible.

Pre-war Touda would be a brief flash, if present at all. I’m just really not sure how to wrap up the darn story, and Kuri made one odd comment and got me thinking about what Touda would have been like. Dormant dependancy disorder, I warrant.

Off to bed for me.

My life has become nothing but school and cosplay, school and cosplay. I can’t wait until the end of the quarter and after the con. Freedom! Or at least, less busyness. Dar.

We’re watching a movie about the Holocaust in SocCrit. It made me cry. Immediately after this class is homeroom, in which we watch the pseudo-news station which gives us happy details about the kinds of bombs we’re dropping, etc. I got sick and almost puked. Those were the first pictures I’ve seen of the actual bombing we’re doing. I had to hold back yet more tears, since crying in a class full of big-headed jocks in a bad idea. So, not so good day today. Lisette-chan is not a happy person.

Hmm. Not too much else to say. Working on a Souryuu/Kurikara fic, in which Kurikara learns how not to drown. The characters kinda ran away with the fic, so I have no idea how it’s gonna turn out (but they whisper of pre-war Touda. Pre-war Touda? How am I supposed to write that?!) and what’s written thus far is rather different from what I was expecting. I love it to pieces. XD It’s got some neat descriptions, although the word “water” is used far too often and I have little to call the characters other than “Kurikara”, “fire dragon”, “Souryuu”, and “water dragon”. It’s like He Syndrome, but not. And stuff. Yeah. Damn, I love this story.

The big downside to this story is that I may not be able to transfer it off my laptop. The floppy drive is kinda dying. Here’s to hoping I can get everything off the poor old man before it’s gone for good.