If you haven’t read When Rabbit Howls, I must strongly recommend it. It’s written by Truddi Chase’s 90+ personalities - it’s unutterably fascinating and horrifying and lovely, all at once, and I literally could not put it down until I’d finished. I’m just glad I read really fast, because it was a pretty thick book. The ending is almost bittersweet - it’s not really an end, you see, because this is a true story.

Also, Reel Big Fish’s song “Somebody Hates Me” is the theme song of the Internet. Particularly… No, really the whole Internet.

Son Of Also, Yue Ying has joined Camp Fuck You Die. Return Of Also, Raito is somehow alive again. And L swore. Fall Of Also, Gan Ning. And Lu Xun. OH THE CUTE IT BURNS.

The temperature is finally bearable. I can breathe, for one thing, even though the horrid humidity is not helping that. Temperatures in the 80’s are a relief - never thought I’d say such a thing, but there it is. ^^;

I really hate Monday nights. My sleep schedule is such that I simply cannot fall asleep before midnight; add to that a peciluiar tension unique to the night before I work my morning shift, and I’m up until 2 or 3 and waking every hour or two until 6, when I get up for the day.

…Oh, that’s why I’m so tired today. I got three hours of sleep. Hadn’t done the math yet. So… Gonna nap before dinner. ^^; I’m actually really functional - I’d have sworn I’d had at least six hours of sleep. It’s probably bad that this doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

So, about my brain - still no idea what’s wrong with it, although somatiziation is generally bad. Meh, nothing that’s gonna kill me - I doubt I can do much about it anyway. But much thanks for the discussion. I do so love a good psychological babble. X3

Soooo sleepy. *yawn*

Doot de doot doot doo.

*eyes bathing suit*

It’s not as hot today as the past few, thank goodness, but I think the humidity skyrocketed. It’s getting a little hard to breathe normally - particularly when I’ve just woken up, I breathe a little shallowly. I may have to retreat to the AC for a bit. This makes me sad, as I was intending to finally finish Pinstripe’s fic.

Note the category for this entry. I loooooove whining. (Hey, I’m a teen. I’m allowed to bitch until my next birthday.)

I found out last night that one of my online folks didn’t know I write. So, I linked him (actually her, but I can’t make my brain believe that) to some of the good stuff - started with my KH fic as an example of something we were discussing, then the ficlet OF DOOM, Catnip, Greedzilla, Crimson… By the end, he’d cried, wibbled, and loved all over me. ^^; And then did stuff like friend me and put things in his Memories and tell me how awesome it was. But it all brought me smack against a wall - again, my usual “someone likes me/my work that is impossible it isn’t that good.” I can finally admit I’m at least mediocre! XD I’m making baby steps. When someone says “hey, that was alright” I can take it well and not get sick and jittery inside. *sigh* I don’t know why I do this. Seriously. It’s ridiculous and inhibitive and I wasn’t THAT traumetized as a child.

My greatest desire/terror is becoming a BNF, a staple of the fandom like Sockren or Laylah or Hime. The very thought makes my innards curl up and die. But oh, I want to be liked.

Edit: *whine* More people stealth-friended me. People like White Aster. 47 Friends-Of, and only 23 overlap with my own Friends list.

Also, it is fucking hot.

:O THERE IS NO PARKING IN HARVARD YARD. And Kancamagus is really easy to say. Stress on first and third syllables, “Kan-guh-mayn-gus.” …Shut up. EDIT: Steph is right - it is a “g” sound on the second syllable.

Okay, so the resy is eerily accurate. Except for the L.L.Bean thing. I have no L.L.Bean clothes. (and um, remove all the beer - I don’t drink. And Manchester is exotic? I LAUGH.)

Going to my eldest step-sister’s wedding today! And then leaving early for work. I suck. *flexposesparkle* I’m actually kinda glad to go to work - it has air conditioning. I shall attempt to restock the cooler as much as possible. Beer, here I come! X3

I tried Gaim. It isn’t working out. I like the tabbed IMs, but then it stopped letting me switch between tabs, and if I try to send a message that’s too long, it just eats it. And I have to type the whole thing out again, which is a pain because it was LONG. So, back to AIM. (I can ignore the ads, as long as it’s freaking FUNCTIONAL.)

Crimson is being made into a mini-doujinshi.

Excuse me.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See?

Got in a fight with a friend. It’ll blow over once I’m calm enough to talk to her again.

Gonna play Katamari today - it’s been a while, and it’ll fit nicely with the general mood of the day, which involved waffles and eggs and key-lime-pie-flavored yogurt. I shall try to finish the story for Nicole tonight.

Thought you should know.

It feels like it’s evening already. Geez, body, I’m not even dressed yet, and I haven’t eaten. -_-

Nicole drew the best picture ever. She claims it was a quicky, and if it had taken longer she would keep it, but as it is I get to steal it next time I visit. *wriggle* In exchange, I write fic about it. Which meant spending half of last night researching 19th century clothes, and I finally had to concede the stocks to old-man-Envy, although Greed is nicely modern in his frock suit. Now I shall have to look up daguerrotype processes, which should be a great deal easier than looking up men’s underthings.

*molests the drawing* It is set as my desktop wallpaper. My programs are arranged so that I can see their faces at any given time. The non-expression on Greed’s face gives me SPASMS.

…Nicole? Am I working in 1850s or 1880s? The stock seems to go with the ’50s, but I’m not sure the frock suit was popular then - what did you base your drawing on?

Kimbley is back.

This totally makes everything else okay. XD My hands are okay - still hurting, but they’ll be fine in a day or two. They just need some TLC now - not the band, plzkthx. Thank you all for the well-wishes! I think they really did help. *offers hugs*

Last night I had a weird story idea, and I mentioned it in chat, and suddenly everyone started helping brainstorm and flesh it out, and now I have this big detailed idea that I’m really excited about. I expect it to be three to four chapters, which is annoying - multiparters are grr. Greedzilla was only three short bits altogether, and it nearly ate me. But! This one is about Tringhams! Thus, I MUST write it. Fletcher and Russell need more love.

My Kimbley muse is officially his own entity, by the way. Never before have I completely lost the ability to write a character like that. All he’ll say is that he was with a Greed, and he’s being all smug and “I blew things up and no one could stop me” and I just KNOW there’s a very pleased Greed somewhere. Jerks. XD But he’s a lot easier to work with now, which is great.

Did you know Nair can eat through flesh?

Neither did I.

OW. *nurses hands* Never using girly stuff again.

Made it through work, although there were some interesting spells of nausea. I can hear again! …As long as I don’t lie down. ;_;

Did I mention the Posse came to visit the other day? I am horrible. That was the highlight of my week, man. XD It was good to see everyone - and congrats on graduation! Man, time flies.

I made icons yesterday. *pokes at icon list* …OH MY GOD. Aru, I forgot to credit you on Archer! I AM SO SORRY PLEASE SHOOT ME. *fixes it*

Blow Pops are effing huge. And obscene. How do little kids deal with these? My jaw hurts.

I like my icons. I might not have as many cool effects and unreadable fonts as other people, but they’re pretty and amusing and interesting. Also, one has a Shakespeare quote. This automatically makes me cool. I will probably use it the next time I comment on Dad’s LJ. He takes himself so seriously; he actually puts CONTENT in his entries. Ha ha ha!

Also? What is the big fad with using { and & as background effects for icons? It is stupid. Stop it. I can deal with all the iPod icons, but damn. It does not look cool. It just makes you a dumb sheep. *says the girl who fakes color gradients so she can be cool*