I am never drinking again.

That is all.

Hellz yeah, I'm still here. I hereby declare that this will be updated on a semi-regular basis, or else anyone reading this has permission to kill me. This won't be updated as often as my LJ, but there won't be three months between updates, either.

TAKE IT AWAY, KANJI. CELEBRATE MY GLORIOUS RETURN TO IJ.

FYI: Putting off looking for a job because you've banked everything on earning money via plasma donation? Not the wisest thing to do.

I made an appointment at the local Biolife Center for this afternoon, and spent a grand total of five minutes inside. I've decided that plasma centers have a conspiracy against small veined people. I WILL HAVE JUSTICE SOME DAY. >_____>

Donating blood? Awesome, and it gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside. Having both of your middle fingers pricked and being turned away due to your low hemoglobin count? Not so much. >_____>

Allergies = HATE. I've never actually been tested to see what my specific allergies are, but I'm fairly certain that it's something pollen related. They flare up every spring without fail, but they usually aren't so bad in the fall. But since Sunday night I haven't been able to fucking breathe, and I've been popping cough drops like they're candy. FYI: Falling asleep in class? Pop a cough drop. Seriously.

On the to-do list for today: Work out. Work out or freaking die. I've given myself some leeway the last couple of days since I felt so crappy, but I'm well enough today where I won't drop dead attempting to go for a long walk.

EDIT: FAIL. I totally didn't do it. >_____>

Getting back into Soul Calibur reminds me of the severe lack of quality SC fics. I will literally sell my soul for some Maxi/Seong Mi-na. Or some Mi-na/Yun-seong. Or anything good, really.

1. One True Pairing Ship: Maxi/Seong Mi-na
2. Canon Ship: Kilik/Xianghua
3. "If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship: Hwang/Mi-na
4. "You are one sick bastard" Ship: Voldo/anyone
5. "I dabble a little" Ship:Yun-seong/Mi-na
6. "It's like a car crash" Ship: Raphael/Cassandra
7. "Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship: Maxi/Kilik
8. "Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship: Mitsurugi/Taki
9. "Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship: Yun-seong/Talim

Must. Update. Journal. *headdesk*

I finally beat Persona 3 this morning. WTF was up with the ending? Is Atlus trying to tell me that Minato went through all that shit in the game only to bloody die? Now I'm trying to picture them carrying his corpse down from the school's rooftop.

Has anyone else seen the commercial for Trojan's "vibrating touch"? It's a fingertip massager for women - so why am I picturing Akihiko using it? Why? Why does my brain always go to these bad places?

What is it with me and getting weepy over deathfics lately? I've read plenty of them that really pull at the heartstrings, but very few have made me actually cry. Now I've recently found two that set forth the waterworks. A Wild ARMs 3 fic (On ff.net, no less!) that made me tear up, and a Hawaii Five-O fic that made me lose it. It didn't help that the fic focused on my favorite relationship of the series, the one between Steve and Danny. The only reason I didn't break down completely was because my roommate was due home any minute and I didn't want her to find me a sobbing wreck on the couch.

Had two of my classes canceled this week - Griffin canceled Banned Books yesterday and Monday, and Rasputin (not the prof's real name - he is the epitome of evil) canceled American Lit today because he's sick. I didn't really give a crap about BB not meeting since we hardly do anything. However, Lit being canceled was the best part of my day since it meant I didn't have to read William Faulkner. FYI: Never read Faulkner unless forced. It's even harder to follow than Herman Melville's stuff.

FYI: When your dentist tells you that you need to have a wisdom tooth removed, make damn sure that you're clear on how many teeth he's talking about. My dentist told me last month that I need to have the third molar on my lower right jaw extracted. So when I made an appointment with the oral surgeon, I naturally told them it was only for one tooth.

It turns out that my dentist actually wanted me to have all four teeth pulled; he just never bothered to tell me. Which I didn't find out until after the surgery. Now I have to head back to the clinic next month and have the other three pulled. Which will cost us extra money. When we might not have dental insurance. And it's during spring break.

This calls for a drink.

EDIT: I wonder what cats dream about. Sometimes I've seen my cat's legs twitch while she's sleeping, and I have no idea what she could be thinking about.

Wow, I've been really bad at updating this. *hangs head in shame* Fear not, I'll try to post things more often. Especially since I'm beyond fed up with GJ. The general attitude of the admin aggravates me so much. I can't access my own journal since there was some crash with the main server. Their news post about it advised users to head to IJ "with highly motivated admin and mods."

What. The. Fuck.

If the higher-ups aren't motivated, then why even bother to run the damn site anymore? Just do us all a favor and quit dragging things out. I'm close to just deleting my journals and saying to hell with it.

My near perfect dental record was destroyed with the discovery of a small cavity on Wednesday. Had it filled today - and while it was good to get it out of the way, my tooth hurt like a bastard once the anisthetic wore off. The aspirin my dentist recommended didn't do shit, but fortunately I remembered my secret pain weapon.

Vicodin from last year's surgery, God bless you. ^_____^

( Meme me baby one more time )

Happy New Year! ♥

Glorious news - for once my immune system has failed when I actually want it to! Normally having a strong immune system is a good thing, and normally I praise mine for being so effective. However, it never fails when I actually want to be sick. If I don't feel like going to school, if I really don't want to go to work, etc. No matter the situation, I'm always in perfect health. Even if I'm feeling like hell the night before, I'm always fine by morning. Always. Without fail. >_____>

On the rare occasions I'm actually sick enough to need to stay home, I'd like nothing more to be healthy. Spending a day in Sioux Falls with my mother and grandmother? Cramps! A relaxing, lazy Sunday before beginning another stressful week of class? Upset stomach! A long shift at work that I absolutely can't miss? Killer sore throat combined with raging cold!

Today I'm 99% positive that I'm coming down with the flu. I'm shivering, my stomach hurts, and I have almost zero appetite. I don't feel like I've hit the worst of it yet, so there's a chance I'll still be feeling crappy in the morning. Which would mean that I can't work at the bank tomorrow since nobody wants me to spread disease. This fills my heart with gladness. :D

EDIT: It's a miracle - I'm still sick! Huzzah! *cough*

Nothing terribly exciting going on in my life at the moment. (Which isn't always a bad thing.) I was really hoping to avoid spending winter break in my hometown, but unfortunately it couldn't be avoided. My continued unemployment status has led to my mom volunteering me to fill in at the bank where she works. Starting tomorrow, I have the incredible honor of spending my days scanning checks in a windowless basement room. And balancing deposits - blech.


To keep this journal alive, I present memes. Read and enjoy. :D
( BRAINS )

I have a near obsessive love of Sanji from One Piece. I finally had to create a subfolder for my Sanji icons within the subfolder for my OP icons.

My Lit paper on The Piano Lesson is due Friday and I have yet to start it. I know it's supposed to be such a wonderful play (even winning a Pulitzer in 1990), but I hated it. The mood of each scene changed far too fast to be believable and I didn't particularly like any of the characters. The movie was awful, too. Kaylie and I went to the library together to watch it, and 20 minutes into it we were both reading a newspaper that somebody had left in the viewing room.

I'm trying to resist the call of the Hershey's chocolate sundae pie I have in the freezer. WHY MUST YOU TEMPT ME, DELICIOUS PIE?!?!

New year, new journal. I headed over here because of the WTFery over on GJ. I'm not sure what's going to happen with this journal, but it'll probably involve a lot of cursing, angsting, and crazed political ranting. Revolution!

I leave you with my favorite quote/piece of advice: "If you're being run out of town, get out in front and make it look like a parade." :D