Leaving. Fandom makes me happy. I’m more nervous than I should be. Love you all.

So. Um. Let’s get right to the point: Grandma died last night in her sleep, which was exactly how she prayed she would go. I’ll be going to the funeral, which is in a somewhat distant state - I’ll be leaving tomorrow and coming back on Saturday. Before anyone asks, I’m doing alright; I said my goodbyes to her a long time ago, when I realized how much she was losing to the Altzheimer’s. I’m more worried about Dad. She was his mother, and I can’t imagine losing a parent. I don’t want to imagine it.

So. I probably won’t have too much time online, much to my regret; Internet is a good distraction at times like these, and I have no wish to think about mortality. I might load up my old Palm so I can write while I’m away.

I’ve got a pantsuit now, black with pink pinstripes. It’s very cute, really - and I’m going to try to get a haircut tonight. I called my manager and explained things, and he was kind enough to let me skip out on my Saturday shift. I won’t be back in time for that. So… Yeah.

It’s gotta be said: I love you all. Hugs.

Kira: Well, see, I do like Greed. I adore him. I just hate writing him. XD That’s usually because I’m writing Kimbley at the same time, though, and when I write Kimbley I really get into him. Can’t get out for days at a time. (With all this RPing I’m doing of him, I’m stuck in a particular version even, which is okay because WWC!Kimbley is a little more laid back than regular Kimbley. And thus less likely to blow shit up.) Ah, that was a longer explanation than necessary. ^^; Basically, I like everyone in FMA, so I can deal with writing them, but only Kimbley is really fun.

Steph: *gawks back*

Karie: I still can’t believe no one at the beach serves steamers.

So yeah. The UNHM application has a great prompt, which amuses me both with its grammatical incorrectness and the sheer potential for silliness:
If your autobiography was published, what would be included in the opening chapter? Why?

I want to say something utterly absurd and then back it up with all seriousness. But I’m afraid that it’ll just look stupid with my grades - that whole “eccentric vs. crazy” thing, you know? I’m not good enough to be eccentric.

*deletes the rest of the angst*

So I’ve been writing lately, and it makes me happy. I also have a constant source of entertainment: the HoS chat. Finally, I can point at the Internet and order it to entertain me. AND IT LISTENS. :O

I want something to eat, but I just ate. Hmm. I kinda just want to go get some more root beer, but it’s not worth the walk in the rainy dark. I’ll poke at the kitchen again and see if anything squeaks.

I do not want to go to work tomorrow. Oh well. Gotta anyway.

I was looking at my last set of SAT scores and marvelling. The set previous was 640V and 480M (or possibly 620V, I forget), but this last set was 550M and 740V.

740.

I still love that.

Steamers. :O My tummy is still happy.

Adenosine Triphosphate has settled in nicely. When he was in his plastic tub, if I lifted him to stare, he spazzed and tried desperately to find the floor. It was hilarious. XD

Kira: *whine* But I’m not liking Greed right now! I’m all about the Kimbley, yeah, but I’ve never really liked writing Greed. (And my naming processes are not meant to be understood. XD I like odd names, is all.)

Okay, whenever I explain this people boggle at me and go glassy-eyed, but here goes. There’s a fanwork of FMA called Alter!Series. It’s run by one person and contributed to by several others. There is a fanwork for this called HoS. It is a joint effort by the fans of A!S. HoS has several storylines, which may or may not mesh together. Each storyline is run by the original author of said storyline. Now, the creator of A!S also made Recasted!Series, which is FMA with the characters switched around.

With me so far? Good.

When Worlds Collide is the newest addition. It is all of these fan-things combined, except for a few of the HoS timelines, PLUS the original canon FMA. Each storyline comes together at a very particular part in their timelines.

I am, for whatever reason, contributing to this mess. It is insanely entertaining, particularly when I have no idea what’s going on. However, I seem to have jumped on the WWC bandwagon at its very inception, and I roleplay with one of the creators of said sub-series as one of the somewhat important characters. So… There was no point to this. I just wanted to let you all boggle at my geekiness, for I participate in a roleplay that gets turned into fanfiction for a fanseries that is a fusion of fanseries inspired by a fanseries for a mainstream anime. Next, I will pull a cat out of a hat.

Dad fixed teh Intarweb (again)! It’s nice and fast now, and I am pleased. *purr* I wanna play with Aru and Arel now.

*loads up AIM* OMG IT WORKS. *boggle* It works! It’s not cutting out! It’s nice and fast! Ahhh, this calls for celebration. I need sparkling grape juice. …Okay, or green tea. Mmm, tea.

I got a new fish! He’s a lovely study of contrasts, and his name is Adenosine Tri-Phosphate. You can call him ATP. I know I will. <3

Ahhh, sweet internet. You taste like cocaine.

Dad fixed teh Intarweb! Turns out it’s a hardware problem, so he’s lending me a teensy little laptop-wireless thingy, which sucks moderately. But it’s better than nothing, which is what I had, so I’m certainly not complaining. :D I’ll splurge on a new receiver tomorrow, probably. (I find it curious that where the old one lied blatantly about my connection strength, this little thing is painfully honest, and there’s only one spot where it works at all. Which I found by fortuitous accident.)

While I was away, I cleaned Toboe. The usual adware and virus scans, plus cleaning off all the junk that was just taking up space, and a defrag and such. Now if only the Internet would work properly. (I think it just died… AIM seems to have frozen, which usually means it hasn’t realized my connection died.) Ah well. It works part of the time, which is enough for tonight.

I’ve been working on Shan’s pants. The fabric I got for the waistband is perfect. :D I’m doing four layers for the proper rigidity rather than working in interfacing, but it’s a bit of a pain because I have to hand-sew the whole thing. This had better fit you perfectly, Shan, that’s all I have to say. (And by perfectly I mean that it had better not be falling off your hips like all guys seem to wear their pants now. It had better be comfortably snug on your waist. XP Silly fashion.)

I think that’s enough parenthesis for tonight.

Still broken. Can’t fix it. Gonna have to clean my room before I let Dad in to poke at it - but apparently it’s my fault, which does not surprise me. Breaking computers is in my genes.

Also, there is a cat harrassing our house. I’m gonna call around and see if anyone’s missing a long-haired white and gold kitty, because it’s not going away, it’s fighting our cats, and it’s bleeding all over the porch. And despite complaining, no one else in the house is doing anything about it.

Still getting all my crap off this computer. Which is ironic, because apparently it’s about to get replaced. But hey, I’ll have my music back.

I’m very upset about losing my Internet. I’ve turned back into a teen because of it. Very annoying.

Please excuse the expletives.

The Internet broke last night. Conveniently, my computer is the only one whose Internet is still broken. I am really, seriously pissed off. I can’t get it to work, and my room is too messy to make Dad come look. I was in the middle of RPing, and I was going to talk to Arel, and it’s STILL BROKEN. And I stayed late at work and worked off the clock to endear myself to my manager and my feet are still killing me two hours later and I want my goddamn Internet back.

I shall take the opportunity to clear my crap off Pooter-san, I guess. Even though it takes half an hour for each CD to burn, and I’ll need about ten. Not like I have anything better to do. And it’ll give me a valid excuse to be on this computer, which I’m not supposed to be doing. Whatever. I just want to curl up somewhere and possibly buy things. (I got my check card today. It is shiny.) And I kinda want to cry, but this entry is emo enough. God, next thing we know I’ll be wearing all black and making fishnet tights out of marijuana or something.

Why the hell am I up at half-til-three?

Why the hell am I blogging?

…Why did I drink caffinated tea before bed?

The world may never know.

P.S. Realplayer has some damn fine Intarweb radio stations, yo. I gots my classical groove on. I also have approximately every audio player known to mankind, except that Media Player hates me.

My wrist is better, but my other hand developed a mysterious gash the whole length of my thumb. I haven’t bothered taking care of it yet, so it keeps getting very mad when I, say, pick something up and the skin stretches. (Read also: Yay! I have something new to whine about!) And I’m gonna tend to that now before anyone can yell at me.

This will mean nothing to most of you, but I am apparently being sucked into the HoS comm. It’s a fandom for a fanseries of FMA - yes, I know, it sounds utterly ridiculous, fanfic of fanfics of canon, but it’s helluva fun. There’s several sub-plots in HoS, and I’m trying to only expose myself to one. Mostly because the girl that dragged me into it will kill me if I get into and don’t write fic. XD She reminds me of Greed, in a way. I’ve also been assigned Kimbley there, which makes me happy because he’s easy to roleplay and it’s like, hey! I’m a part of this! Which is really cool and gangsta-like. Or something.

I keep forgetting to mention that RX-7 died like, a week ago. I flushed him. I want a new fish, but I also want to use the tank for crickets for Zhi. I really need to start feeding them vitamins before feeding them to her.

Speaking of Zhi, she is the sweetest snake that ever slithered. <3 I’m trying to get back into the habit of handling her, and she’s fine with it. A little nervous sometimes, but generally just very sweet and tolerant. And everyone loves her. She’s so tiny! XD And to think she’s an adult. (Who is apparently gender-inspecific, but whatever.)

Kira: Oh, I do have carpal tunnel. It doesn’t seem to be that, though, since a night of immoilization did a world of good. I probably just used it the wrong way for too long, and it got upset. XD