It figures it takes something drastic for me to post something.

My car got towed.

Let me explain. See, we have to move our cars, depending on where it is, either the day before a home game or the day before that (thursday) 8pm. I skipped golf; normally on Thursdays I park in a different lot after I get back. Anyway, I skipped because there was $.25 DDR for like 4 hours, since it was the 1st anniversary of the new Student Center opening... normally, it's $.75 for 3 songs. The regular players (me, Red-kun, Wulfie, C-kun, Levi, etc) were like HELL YEAH SKIPPING CLASS. I thought this through trust me.

Well, I remembered that it was a home game a few hours ago -- homecoming, in which I'm skipping because I froze my ass off plenty of times, and it's a total creampuff team (the paladins? seriously?) -- and the lot I was parked in. I was hoping that it was still early enough for me to reach it after JP class... yeah no. Took the bus, car was towed. Waited for another bus to take me sorta near the parking services... here where the problem starts. I thought, y'know charge it to the student account. But nooooo, we have to pay on the spot. What bullshit is that? So, after walking around some more, calling Poppy like a dozen times, I got through with him. He didn't sound peeved but it's more like he'll wait till later on when I get home.

Oh, and my roommate got pancre...itis? Yes, that. So, on top of waiting for my dad to come bail my car out, I feel guilty. Earlier, I think Wednesday, T-chan went to get the H1N1 nasal spray thingie, and ended up being admitted to the hospital. Ironically, Tuesday, I explored Opelika and drove by the hospital. Anyway, my phone was dead and on vibrate, so I didn't hear it go off. I decided to throw it on the charger after my nap, and I got a text from her saying that she needed a ride. This was roughly 4 hours after the fact. I still feel guilty about this. But, I am bringing her stuff to the hospital, and I may or may not be tardy to my last class of the day; I'll probably explain to the teach about that, if I'm running about 10 minutes late.

So, my weekend is already off to a great start! :D

Pretty sure I'll need a drink. THREE FINGERS BUDDY.

Sorry that I haven't been posting; just that I've been terribly swamped with work, ups and downs... enough about that.

The history behind Nightingale Virus. I don't even know where to start. It's mostly inspired by Warhammer 40k books that I have read over the years, fascinated by how grim it is. There are some bright spots, but... it's the Imperium of Man vs. Chaos. *shrug* It actually derived from a fic idea, RE4/MGS. In a way I'm glad it morphed into something else.

I've decided this time there are only two main characters and a lot of side characters that they encounter. However, they are not human. They are androids, bioroids to be specific. Androids in general are separated into classes -- C1's are the most human-like, to where they're almost indistinguishable from humans. It's tiny, mostly cosmetic --subtle differences. There's no UV (uncanny). And they do have varied personalities.

C2's are humanoid, body of one but generally no face. Sorta like a Patlabor but smaller in scale. This is because they're more of the industry/military part, so they do have to work along side with humans. Puts them at ease. The offshoot of the C2 are the true specialized androids -- when their specified task is over, they are decommissioned and scrapped until their use comes up again. Of course, they have no personalities. There is little cruelty to this...

However, there is an option for the android -- they can upgrade or 'downgrade'. However the conversion has to be approved and such by a committee. Conversions can be illegal and sometimes can have dire consequences.

The situation is that these... creatures, the main threat... -- actually, I don't even know how to describe them. Maybe Insectoids. Multitude of things. They can infect anything, and I do mean ANYTHING. Well, anything that has a sort of intelligence. Yes, even artificial intelligence.

Nightingale refers to the sound that it makes when it's communicating with each other, or a whole pack of them, just like the songbirds. Only thing is that they've been extinct for about ~2000 years (Did I tell you this is in the future?). So, no one knows about the sound. But it's too late until then...

So, this will have RE/WH40k influence along with some other shit. Who knows, could be a few expy's from previous works... but I shall warn, there'll be lot of carnage/gore/squick whatever. Not initially but... heh, yeah.

This is the icon for said story; if you have played RE0... the relationship part goes a little deeper. ;D

So I have disappeared off the map for a couple of months...

I passed everything with flying colors, except Lit 1 in which I barely survived with a 76 iirc, but everything else was A's and B's. Pushed up my (shitty) GPA up almost a whole letter grade. But, alas it wasn't enough for me to get out of warning. Er, the academic warning. I cleared the semester GPA requirement of a 2.2 with almost a 2.9 or something. Had it not been for that C D: ... but I went ahead and took the Math class with the prof recommended to me at the community college.

Gotta say, it was easy, yet it was hard. Easy because I actually understood it... hard because it was every day and there would be a test every week. I just wish that I had found my old dinosaur of a graphing calculator earlier; would've helped. However, the sweet thing about it is that dropped the lowest grade and count the final twice. Now, you know that I am quite terrible at math, once you through random letters of alphabet in there. My first test... well let's just say that I didn't think I could score that low. Even with the extra credit tacked on (which has saved me on the other 3 tests). Long story short, I actually got a C. Fantastic.

Now, the financial situation. For some time, we weren't hit as much up until maybe two months ago. Mom owes a lot of student loans to where they are taking a big chunk of her paycheck (which is already messed up by taxes; she makes about $~4,100 before); on top of that, she still has to take her classes up at the only school offering her classes... she has to pay 60% of her tuition the first month and then the rest the second month. Now, combine this with me preparing to move on campus and such (the rent for the dorm, other shit) and you know, I wasn't eligible for aide because of my GPA was still in the tank... everyone was stressed out, to put it lightly.
Until I had to write the letter of appeal to the financial aid department. For some reason it took me forever to write the letter; it wasn't pride or anything, it was that there was a possibility that I might not get the monies. I did though, which paid for the dorm for the whole semester, other stuff... and I think I got grandfathered in on the dining meal plan so I don't have to pay for that. Which is great considering that it's

• Mandatory for Freshman AND Sophomores living on campus (that last part added recently and I didn't even know this till the bill showed up.
• Almost $1000 for two semesters of food... and if you don't use it all up, kiss it goodbye.
• I don't eat that much...

Either way, we don't have anything to worry about except, putting food in the fridge and maybe gas. That's about what it boils to really. Books and stuff is taken care of by the GI Bill. I don't think I'm gonna sell them back, except the Lit 2 class. I'm keeping my JP books. So... yeah.

Anyway, I moved in, did Band Camp... I felt like I was stuck in the middle for the first couple of days. It's just how I work; I just sit back and get the general feel of people, specifically the new kids. I must say, we actually got guys that are really attractive. XD

One, I want to tell him to put a damn shirt on, since he wears his undershirt, but on the other hand... *makes claw motion*. Like, at our sectional dinner, when we did vets on stage, I was asked who was the cutest/hottest guy in band, and I said him... everyone was like "ohhhh snap!" I probably would've said it sooner or later. And a little later on when we were like talking and BSing, he was like flexing his pecs to WE... and we're all hysterical and laughing.

And there is M-chan*. I've never seen such a huge flirt in my life really. The first night of rehearsal he introduced himself to all the girls in the section (and there are a lot of us). He looks to be like one of those guys who could be a massive jerk, but color me surprised. But he is really cute and such a sweetie. <3

Ok, back to business. So there was a lot of people, so much that there had to be cuts. This freaked everyone out. I didn't worry much about it the whole time, that is until I was a mirror for both shows. I tried saving face the first time, but that didn't work. The second time I half-expected it. I didn't mind the second time anyway because I was mirroring M-chan. But, the final list appeared about a few hours after camp ended.

Didn't make it.

At first, I didn't know what to feel. Well, I felt pain from doing drill and all of that -- my arches and my calves, LEGS just fell apart to where I just couldn't move at all, literally. V-kun called me to see where I was, but at that point, I pretty much didn't care. So, about maybe an hour after that, I just cried. I didn't feel like it was a waste of my time doing it or anything, it was just I was in sheer, legitimate pain.

Yesterday, I went back home to replenish supplies, and got some consolation. I honestly needed them from my parents; it would've seem hollow coming from others that I barely knew. Anyway, I got my hair done, got food (bbq to be precise), and went back. Really, I didn't want to go to the banquet, but I did anyway. Earlier in the day, I composed a small thank-you email. I didn't eat the dinner because... well it didn't look that appetizing, plus I'm pretty sure that I'm garlic intolerant somehow. Like I get this rash on my chest and I can't wear any of my uh, cute shirts. <_<

At the end of it though, when I was leaving, M-chan was talking to me, and then he hugged me. It made my night really, I'll just say that much.

I can look at it as this way, I won't get any vicious heat rashes or get darker than I already am, and I actually tanned evenly, sans my face. That can't be helped. I'm not too out of shape as I thought I was. I always said that I needed more time to concentrate on writing, now that I already sort of started on Nightingale Virus along with Epsilon. It doesn't sound as demanding, trust me. It stings a little, but I can deal with it. The difference is that I can just go to the field on Saturday mornings or whatever, and visit.

Speaking of Saturday, I got the reply for my email I sent earlier, and I get my monies refunded for the shoes and gloves I paid for. And then the part about tickets (which I didn't order). If I had, I would've received them. If I didn't, the athletic department said that they will place an order for me, and if I didn't want tickets, contact them immediately. Is this what I think it means? Free tickets to the games?! And there are a lot of home games! If this is the case, then that's a great consolation prize. I... that floored me honestly.

Ah, but what about my 21st b-day? No, I didn't drink. I still haven't drunk anything yet. But I got a Blackberry Curve (8330). At first, I thought about getting the Instinct, but word of mouth said that one wrong sling of the phone or press too hard, the screen would go out and you couldn't use your phone, dead pixels... so I ended up getting the 'berry. It is a fantastic phone. Literally, it's like upgrading from a hoopty to a R8; it does everything, great camera (with flash!), video recorder, voice recorder, mp3 ringtones in which I have a shit-ton, and a shit-ton more to go... that's all I got. But I did ask for a new phone because the hoopty phone was just... so hoopty. Like I was so ashamed of my phone. My general ringer is set to the symphonic part to The Go Around by INF... excellent instrumental album if I say so myself.

So that's about it. I moved my creative shit over to Dreamwidth, courtesy of emeraldstag . I got invite codes somewhere if they hadn't expired or anything. So, they'll get crossposted if you want to take a gander. I do like the layout and the colors. <3

Title: Journey of Mac
Fandom: Punch-Out!!
Rating: PG?
Words: 176

Story Notes: This fic will be based off of the Wii version, not the NES/SNES. If I am feeling up to it though, there might be a match from said games, but otherwise it's the Wii version. Also, because there isn't anything official on Mac's full name, I made one up and will be referred to as such...sometimes. Enjoy the little tease. ;D

Ah, it's been a while since I've written fic. As in, when floppy disks were still useful.

This fic came to me when I played Punch-Out!! for the Wii for the very first time. I got accustomed to it fairly quickly, even though I lost repeatedly in several matches (Great Tiger and Ryan Aran, specifically). I don't know why I came back for more. Maybe because Doc was encouraging? Nowadays when you lose/game over, it basically says, "you suck for failing/dying/etc" but not this game. It was... refreshing. Then again, it brought out the determinator (or aggressor) in me and therefore Little Mac as well.

There is very little story on the Punch-Out series as a whole. Hell, we don't know Mac's real name (but I made one up) I guess it's so open-ended that you can choose if it contains story or not. The more I played it, Patrick gathered some ideas for me; and it wasn't incoherent at all. It flowed well. So this is a P-O fic I'm making, based off of the Wii version, not the NES/SNES. I'll probably throw in a couple of matches from those two, once I've watched enough vids to get an idea.

There will be ups...and downs, wins and losses, and maybe a twist or two for Macharius Rodriguez, aka Little Mac.

Recently won $40 off of the Cash 3 drawing. I wished I had played it straight and with a dollar because I had the exact order and everything; I played it Box. At first I thought I had won $80 (had I played $1), but then I read a little closer. Had I played it Straight, it would've been $250.

A little before that I won $18 off a $1 scratch ticket.

But other than that one day of sheer luck, never won anything huge.

I've got 2!

1. When we were in Germany, back when I was just two years, my dad was doing something that involved taking the door off the hinges and setting it aside. Real thick, heavy door. So, I decided to come in and I guess I started to jump on the bed; I bounced off of it and I hit the door, which did fall on my head. Nothing serious though, just a hairline fracture on my nose. I've got a hard head.

2. Car accident, wasn't my fault at all. Turned left with the green arrow and then I got T-boned by this wreckless girl. Rear passenger crumpled in, but no window shatter. Actually, it took great damage for such a little car (Aveo). We had to replace the door - $500. No injury except being shaken up.

Hoo boy, I am going to have some sort of nightmare tonight.

So, in History, we're going through WW2, and today we talked briefly about the Holocaust. I was thinking, 'huh, only 2 slides -- she's gonna talk a lot.' Yeah no. Instead, we watched a French docu, called Night and Fog made in '54. And, she sorta vaguely warned us that this is 100% real, no bullshit like Schindler's List... I'm thinking it's gonna be sorta like a overview and stuff.

Hell to the fuckin' naw.

It was probably about... 20 minutes in that it really got Grimdark and... I really can't describe it -- but let me say this; I'm glad it wasn't in color or else I'd probably would've lost it. It like watching a really bad dream you couldn't wake up from immediately, like someone grabbing your eyes and pushing them in or something and y...

hmm. Maybe because of my imagination, I was probably desensitized and it was more like a 'holy shit, can it get any worse' moment that just went on. Of course, at the same time though... it made me think about an angle I was going at for Epsilon. I guess... it was inspiration? I know it's a little twisted of me but, we'll worry about that later down the road.

I was already in a bad mood; Mother Nature struck me down with the curse as soon as I walked out of the door to leave for school. Better then than in transit, and it wasn't like I wasn't prepared for anything. But the cramps, coupled with the film and I was all bothered really ruined the day for me. After it ended and we were allowed to go... I stated that it was just fucking depressing. It really, truly does. And, I remembered that when we were in Germany (back when it was East/West), Poppy patrolled near one of the former camps, and he said that it just felt like Death.

Anyway, to brighter news: I FINALLY got my FMJ situation straightened out. Here's what the issue was: they didn't have my color in -- out of stock. Of course, I had to go to the Live Support chat to figure that out (and the button was a little elusive itself) and after I told my situation, the person fixed it for me, and asked me what color I wanted. I got blue, of course. Chrome was my second choice...but that was quickly sold out a little afterwards. So, I got the Recieved email again, and this was around the 27th -- a week ago. A few hours ago, I got the email that it got shipped and the track#. I was slightly puzzled -- it listed it was still in Portland, a good... well it's far off from here. I F5'd that bitch every 20 minutes... and around 8:30 today, it's in Elliswood, GA, just outside Atlanta.

THAT'S NOT EVEN 2 HOURS AWAY FROM ME.

So, that moved up the expected delivery date to tomorrow, a full day ahead of schedule. Finally, I can really appreciate music again. Not that the iCon/Recruit didn't do well, its just that I had to be careful about my volume. But now... I've got my sanctuary back.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow, so I'll swing by the house, and pick them up -- freshen up if I have enough time.

Yessss.

So, it's snowing outside. No, not that just a small brush of it... we're talking about snow, as in "Oh shit, this could be a problem..."

Ok, so I took this pic like... around 9:15, a little bit after I woke up. I thought, huh, alright... nothing substantial.

( lots of photos...of SNOW. )

I think that...the weather people kinda messed up on this. Like, they said just 1 inch or something and it turns out to be a lot more than what it should've been. I'm gonna hazard a guess that we probably got about 4 inches, and more on the way. I'm hoping there'll be cancellations for tomorrow, because this stuff is actually sticking to the roads now, and it's supposed to be like around 25degrees -- more than enough to freeze the roads. And you know how the South can't handle such weather like this, oh no. And if there isn't

The 'rents came home not long ago, and said that we probably did get a lot more -- in Monty, the ground was barely covered, well, compared to here.
 
I can't remember the last time I saw substantial snow... maybe back when I was in Louisiana, and we had like two icestorms in a month for two years.

I'm gonna call the first of March, the day freaky weather will happen. Two years ago, it was tornadoes. Hell, yesterday, we were in tornadic weather -- apparently I slept through a tornado. It was round 9 when I woke up to thunder, and Poppy called and told me that a tornado was heading my way and that shit got damaged in Auburn (ie, not that far, and my uni) like, cars got flipped over. Of course, I just vacated to the laundry room (clear cross the house...) and stayed there for about 30 mintues. I didn't hear any sirens, or that I slept through them I guess. I think I would've been good, considering I had thick covers over me.

And there was flash flooding -- when I went out to get supplies to cook hamburger helper -- and I thought 'holy shit this water' it was barely under the bridge, and the fact I had to cross two low bridges, and the river bridge was kinda scary. I think... we got 4-5 inches of rain in like 2ish days, and then snow...

Seriously though, I haven't been this excited about weather like this -- AND the chance of it actually happening and exceeding expectations?

Thank you Mother Nature, for not bullshittin' this time.

So last week, my FMJs that I got like two months ago shat out on me.

At school of all places. All I did was just it on the desk. It sounded like when you don't put in the plug all the way and you hear half of it, but when I pulled it out slightly, it sounded like it would if plugged in, but kinda distorted. After that happened... well, it just died. So of course, I am quite emo about this because I seriously hate listening to my own thoughts or random conversations. I listen to music to block out of that shit.

So, it wasn't until I got home I told poppy about this, and he was like "well you got that warranty, don'tcha?".

Honestly, that hadn't occurred in my mind in the slightest. But here's the problem; I wasted 10 bucks (and with that 10 bucks I could've gotten a TiTan) on a warranty that I really didn't need. Here's why: Skullcandy has a limited lifetime warranty, where if the product fails with any reason, or got broken with aggressive use (skateboarding, snowboard, etc), they'll repair it or replace it if it was discontinued. Well -- the second rule is 50% off next purchuse.

So I looked up a little blurb on this woman that sent her headphones in; it was outdated and they replaced them -- upgraded even at no charge. Now, that is awesome. And it's lifetime so... yeah. Long story short, I sent mine in on Friday -- First Class Parcel. Should get there on Monday; I hope I get a new set within the week, with the better driver since mine was a 9mm, and the new model is a 11mm.

In the meantime, I had to find a... suitable backup until said earphones come back. I had Koss over the ear headphones... yeah, I've been spoiled by SC and frankly, I don't know if I shall go back to another brand. With a warranty like that... nope. So, I bought today (after some pricing) I got the iCon headphones. These will now serve as my backup pair for whenever shit goes down.

So, my great-grandma died last week, but I wasn't able to make the funeral...from what I hear, it was a... interesting time. The wake alone was 3 1/2 hours, poppy told me. And the ride to the grave was 45 minutes one way. One way. Talk about dragging it out. Anyway, long story short, relatives are loaded. Oh, and my great-great-great grandma... she was basically a pimp. 40 cents for each person, which happened to be a lot back in the day. Saw her pic and, she's a bit of a hefty woman, and she sorta has this face that... how can I describe it? Like, she looks like a nice person, however, she will shank ya. And speaking of shank, I found out my grandpa was in a gang!

It really doesn't surprise me anymore, as he was a big, big man, killed a man by blowing his face off since he was basically trying to shank him and... yeah, some crazy shit that I can't think of right now. I'm convinced I come from a family of badasses, which gives me inspiration.

Combine with my Puerto-Rican ness and... yeah, I'm not a person to be reckon'd with. XD

Oh lord.

I just found out that my (crazy) cousin got arrested because she was basically acting crazy towards her husband (who is also equally crazy). They were going to release her on the spot, but she just had to say something, and now moppy is on the way to bail her out.

The context of this is... well, it's a lot of Jerry Springer/Cheaters drama. It's too convoulted as it is, so I'll give the short version: they're crazy. He;;, this is really not the first time that it's happened; back in 93 or so, she was arrested because she basically shanked him. Don't ask me the details on that I was only about... 5 years old.

Moppy warned all of us that not to leave the house, don't open the door, etc... and she added to me, "Well, you know 911." The next thing I asked was "Where the golfcubs at?" since the husband might be trying to come over here to get the kids. Here's the problem with this because I'm a little nervous; poppy isn't here to be as defense.

*sigh* Can't have a normal family?

So, I'm back in school.

You think I'd be more excited about this -- which I am -- but, for the past week or so... I don't know how to describe it, but basically the notion of starting from pure scratch has and still does scare me. It feels like I'm a fish out of water, and the water is out of reach. I don't know if I'll flop into the water, or just dry up. I'm socially awkward (points to title). I don't know if I'm shy or...

Anyway, ROTC. Let me put it this way; I'm already isolated due to my shitty grade. I want to be in the program, but for me to be a cadet, I got to have a 2.0gpa. I just got off of suspension, and thus, it will take me forever and a half to build it back up; I'm already about a year and a half behind, which means I know I won't graduate on time, or even the year after, and I'm behind the powercurve. It's one of those feelings like, what am I gonna tell people? How will they view me when I tell them? In short, I can't take the lab, and I'm listed as "special student" which to me says, you can still take the class but you suck  -- grade wise. It'll be real apparent come Wednesday, and I'm prepared for whatever questions that may come from my peers. (They're a great bunch from what I can tell.)

However, I'm not gonna let that stop me. I've sat out a whole year; I'm not gonna have some numbers bring me down. It's a new year, and I can start fresh. I've already planned out what I'm gonna do on Wednesdays; wear something nice/casusal to compensate for lack of uniform. Hell, it's the only feasible option.

Muse wise; I've been good with Patrick and he has to me. In the course of 2 days, I've basically got a chapter writ down and the majority typed in the span of about... 2 or 3 days. I've been working at a snail's pace for so long (I blame the bouts of depression), it's like a flood gate. I've also solved some of the things I've left wide open. While drinking hot chocolate. I'm convinced that the frappu distracts me because it is that delicious. Help me if I get the Venti.

So, I finally drank some 20+ year old champagne last night, since I said "WE'RE ALL ADULTS HERE EH?" when I asked about the drink of choice. 19 years I've had either grape or sparking grape juice.

Poppy had a hard time getting the cork open, because it was a twist top for one, and that it'd never been opened until that point. He took it outside and well, Hilarity Ensued. It was cold outside, and he came back in, shivering (and the bottle still unopened) muttering "It's too fucking cold!" Moppy just gaped at him, and I just started laughing my ass off. "Yeah, I dropped the f-bomb..." That's the first time I've ever heard him even say that.

About 10 minutes later, he got it open with a pair of pliers, and well, we toasted. I kinda smelt mine before knocking it back... and just stopped. Hell, I was coughing. It was nasty, to put it short. Immediately, I got some water, and I decided that wasn't enough, so I got a baby can of Sprite and drank some... and Poppy looked at me and suggested I cutting it with some Sprite, and Moppy... well, Poppy wasn't lying about her that she was terrible holding her liquor, and that was before she got the gastric. It was about 20 minutes later that she was already in bed, sleep.

Me? Well, I finished off hers and mine (with added soda!) and kinda chilled out. I wasn't drunk or anything, at least a minor buzz. But, I did find shit funny a lot more than usual, especially this and I just fucking lost it at around 2:05-2:10. I'm not gonna lie, I had a grand ol' time. And there were bouts of drunken typing too... but it was short. I fell asleep around 3:30, so so relaxed.

And there's the first weird dream of the year... and it was a three-parter.

Well, it was smack dab in the middle of summer, and I was with a friend of mine (we'll call him M-kun) at this huge water park that looked like a huge bowling alley. M-kun challenges me to one of racing slides -- with the option of one of those tubes or just yourself. I accepted it... while getting myself a headstart, and dove into the *really* dark tube. I don't know how long it actually was, but I suddenly stopped in the middle of it after this sharp drop. The tube then sorta dips again, and I start again... but at the end of it, was pretty much nothing except this really deep pool about 90 feet below. I was lucky enough to see that beforehand and hang on to the edge. M-kun... was not fortunate and fell out of his tube and into the pool.

I hung on for dear life until the tube was lowered to this Marine-looking guy, looking like what I've imagined what Lt. Kage from the Last Chancers; he had M-kun draped over one of his shoulders and he has this weird look. "Damn," he says, sizing me up (while I was in a two-piece no less...). "You have some great upper strength... your friend here though, needs work. Both of you will be of great use..."

Here's the second part...

I remember being in this ...how can I put this? It was like the inside of a really big clock tower, but without all the gears, so there's just a lot of stairs and... couches/chairs. I remember myself escaping, and searching for M-kun for a while. I don't know why I was escaping (maybe because the guy looked batshit insane...) but, I saw M-kun against the wall, looking slightly... what's the proper word that you use when you haven't seen a particular person in a while, and they looked better? Not to say that M-kun was like that (I think he's slightly bish to begin with) but he looked edged, if you know what I mean. Kage-look-a-like wasn't kidding when he said that he was gonna work on him. M-kun points this out, saying that he was meaning to work out but not like THAT. He did say that he appreciated the look I've must've gave him.

But, I couldn't break him out yet for some reason, and I told him I'd come back after I get more manpower or whatever, and he looks at me as if he wasn't going to make it for much longer. Kage spots me, and before he catches me, I slide down these stairs and they collapse under my sudden weight.

The last and most confusing part...

This black and white furry little cat is following me around, and eventually, I stop and scoop it up. It pointed its paw to its mouth in a 'feed-me' sort of way. So I find some cat food around, the canned stuff (If I know one thing about that, is that they love canned food better than the dry stuff) and fed it that. It refused. Long story short, that cat was too fucking picky. It refused canned meat. So, I pretty much said fuck it.

Sometime later, I returned to the clock tower at night, sneaking around. I saw M-kun lying on the floor, like in a crimpled heap or something in the only light. I still can't discern that he had passed out or he was actually dead (I think I saw him breathing pretty shallow at least)... which bothered me when I woke up. But before that, all the other lights came on and there was Kage just grinning at us. I didn't have any time to react because, I fucking woke up. I didn't even ask M-kun if he was alright (or alive), and NOW (just now) that I remembered that there was something pointy next to him. It was probably why he was in a heap to begin with...

I don't know why it's still bothering me. Maybe because I didn't fight Kage or maybe it was a hopeless fight to begin with?

For some reason, dreams with M-kun bother me the most. I guess, it's because I think of him as... I don't know, I can't put it into words right now.

Well, I'd have the obligatory Christmas icon, but I only have one... and I have no idea where the pic of Billy in a Santa Claus suit went. Besides, the cut, regardless, will not do him any justice. If it where 200 x 200 on the other hand...

But, blushing doujin Zoro will have to do. Wonder why he's blushing... maybe something Sanji (or Robin... or Nami...) said. YEAH I WENT THERE.

Anyway, this is my lightest haul ever, but I mean, I really didn't ask for anything specific, plus, there really wasn't too much of anything that I really, truly wanted. I don't mind at all; I've got everything. One of the presents I knew beforehand, and that was the giftcard from Barnes and Noble. See, I purposely followed my mom into the bookstore after I discovered where she was. I was gonna surprise her, but, I thought better of it, and turned away into a sea of people (and bookshelves). Then, I got a Circuit City giftcard...and then the surprise, an Underarmour hoodie. I've kinda bitched about how Moppy and Poppy had like loads of shirts, and I just had 2 and a pair of shorts (from band... and the shorts are like causing some serious camel toe. Great.) So, I got the hoodie from Poppy. It's a little big on me, seeing that it's a Small in Men's but it looks great. And it's in the Auburn blue. (Which is Navy). He said though, it'd be the start of my eventual sculpting of the body. It's not that I'm fat or anything; I just love snacks. The good thing about my genetics, is that if I just quit eating the horrible (but so good) snacks, I can drop weight and my stomach won't stick out. And then I'm doing Tennis and AFROTC (there will be PT involved). It should take about, a month? I'm 20 so it really helps things.

So, in short:

1. $40 gift card - Barnes and Noble (from Moppy)
2. $60 gift card - Circuit City (ditto)
3. Underarmour Hoodie (from Poppy)
4. Mystery gift from my brother

I'll get to 4 in a little bit.

So, I just realized that you can use giftcards on-line too. Yeah, I may be slow but it's not everyday that I get giftcards. So, I sorta surfed B&N, and I went, "Hey, maybe Titanicus is cheaper online." I searched for it, and it was, for 19.95, about 5 dollars less than MSRB. But, I kinda glanced off to the corner, and I saw the # used from $x.xx. And the starting price was like $13.72. Don't need to tell me twice about the price damn it. It came up to $17.61 with shipping, but even the, in the store, I'd be paying... $27. On top of THAT, I guess I placed my order early (around 11:30) and it's already been shipped. Since the dealer is in Florida, it's probably gonna take maybe 2 days tops to get here. So yeah, pretty stoked about that. Of course, I gotta finish the book before the 6th at least, because, y'know, school. (Which is great. FINALLY) Besides, I can't think of anything else that I want to get that. Even with the Circuit City card... maybe, I shall wait on CheapAssGamer.

Back to 4. My brother told me like, after Thanksgiving that he already got my gift. I'm like 'wtf'. I decided to text him this morning, and well, I'm gonna have to wait until next week to get my present -- Good ole Uncle Sam as he puts it -- so I shoot one back, asking him what did he get me. "Am I gonna have to spectulate (sic)? Not that I'm impatient or anything..." The only hint I got was basically something that I will enjoy doing.

I have no idea what this is. I'm a vague person, even to myself. iPod Touch? 360? Hell, a PS3? Maybe I'm still expecting too much

Tomorrow though, will be a different story. I may or may not go exercising with Poppy, since Moppy will go back to the hometown for the weekend. Reason I'm not going is... it's stuck in a fucking timewarp for one, and two, the constant chatter/gossip of Moppy, GranMoppy, my cousin... I feel sorry for my uncle though. All that estrogen. Plus, he plans on looking through the sales, with a CoA of course (Course of Action for those who aren't military inclined...or haven't touched a game of Metal Gear).

I'm armed with... 2 giftcards. (And maybe Poppy too. ;D)

Forgot to say, I've listed the tropes that apply to the Project series as a whole. There is a lot, and some of them are averted/subverted. I'll just scan the page(s) when I'm completely done with it. There's no use to me listen them by story because, well, they'll overlap.

But, I think I'm starting to get my grove back. I blame emeraldstag for that. ;P

I had to change my icons around, because I didn't have a suitable icon for a freaking out. (The best one is Zoro's reaction, which is also mine at this poi)

Yeah, so I'm just gonna put this link up. Hoo boy. That... isn't good at all. I mean, dude has a damn 5-19 record in just two years. Dude bounced around for a bit... and has a 10-loss streak. I REALLY know that the alum aren't happy with this; hell, the FANS aren't. What the hell was the AD thinking on this?  We traded Tuberville for this? Yeah, he was the DC for us for 2 years, but damn. I mean... we're screwed from the way this is looking.

Hurm...

Well BF was a success. I'm too lazy to type it out all again, but here's my post over at Toon Zone. Awesome that it did happen. Got it next day delivery and installed by the time I woke up (which was about 8:30ish).

I'm feeling blasè. I'm not particularly sure what to talk about...

Eh.

Ohhhh, man. My Skullcandies went out yesterday... you don't understand how bummed out I was. Like, I was about to play Metroid Prime 2 since I'm waking up 6 in the morning, so it's like a morning ritual now. For some reason, it's always the left sides that burn out. My Lowriders ($18) were first, and then my first pair of Ink'd buds ($8)... and now my FMJs ($29). *sigh*

And I REALLY didn't want to use my Ink'd earbuds because that's like a tremendous downgrade despite it coming from the same company. I guess I am an audiophile, because I've got several headphones and whatnot... and, yeah, everything sounds like garbage compared to SC. Even the big headphones, I could hear every pop and click, the sounds are muted. I can't tell you how much it drives me up the wall. I like to pick apart music, hear melodies/beats that I never thought of following or heard before. It's what I do anyway being a musician; I still have to retain that skill.

So, anyway, I texted Mom and Dad (seriously, I don't have anything else to do this early in the morning. Kinda sad, I know.) about it and of course, Mom was like 'well, your pappy gets paid tomorrow...' but Dad found a pair of earbuds on the ground at the school she works at... on the ground... used. See where I'm going with that? When they got home, it was a pair of -- get this -- Apple earbuds. Damn that noise, I gave him the crooked mouth.

I got up and did the morning rituals and what not (urgh...) and found a Grant on the table. Fiddy, or this "Fifty" if you want to get tech about it. Even though I've been living in the South for ...a good chunk of my life (not including Germany and Kansas... that's about 6 years) 14 years, I've never developed a accent. I have picked up the uh... interesting linguistics. Yes, even Fixin'a. It's just the same as "going to". Ie, "I'm fixin'a whoop yo ass."

Bad example, but...you get my drift? Sorry for that rambling. Anyway, I just texted Dad and thanked him.

Anyway!

Saw the trailer for Race to Witch Mountain. It... actually looks good! I'm not saying that because The Rock is in it (with stubble~), but, I literally went, "this is a Disney movie? Holy shit!" Then again, they made National Treasure, Pirates...

I need to buy another Miquelrius notebook...or maybe Kukuxumusu. Specifically the one with Red Riding Hood kicking the Wolf in the nuts.

Aw snap, I am watching Kendaichi and...the suspect was genderbending. Revealed to be a man. Dunno what the context is but... I wish this was dubbed stateside, but... it's not. The manga is though. And that man was shot by another man. Maybe pissed off he got pulled into the Crygame or... big pile of gold. And that guy got shot. And about to be smooshed by... ew.

My brother said that he knew what to get me for Christmas. I haven't a clue what that could be. I hope it's a iPod Touch...

It's cold as ...well, it's cold. It doesn't get down into the 20s at night until next month. I guess because we had a wet summer (tropical storms and whatnot) it's going to be a real cold winter. I'm actually grateful for the socks I got a couple of years ago.

Only a few months until I kinda sorta move out the house to live on campus... and I have to deal with the 'rents increasing friskyness of each other. Oh boy. Remind me to call ahead on laundry days. I don't want to be scared for life, yeah.

Yyyyeessssss. [/Megatron]

I looked in the mirror not long ago. My hips are pretty dang wide. And when I saw the pic from my Junior year of high school, I had no discernable shape to call.

Hot chocolate is good, but Vanilla Bean is better.

You know, I really hate being a woman for those days. I'm not gonna go out and say it but you should have enough sense as to what it is. But, I really, truly hate the 2-3 days before. The PMS'ing and the PMDD -- but I have PMS more than anything. It's just more apparent now that I'm older and it's just... bad.

Most of the time, I just get the (terrible) mood swings, tenderness (argh), headaches, stress...and insomnia. Seriously, because I was falling asleep every 15 minutes for hours and ... yeah. Hell I tried watching old cartoons on Youtube, and normally that does the trick of putting me back to sleep. Nope. Well, I was kinda hungry, but I didn't have any breakfast packs (pancakes and sausages) so, I just ate 10 strips of bacon and the rest of that vanilla frappu coffee -- for those who aren't used to my legendary appetite, that's actually normal -- but that didn't help either!

So, here I am, up since 4:30. Maybe it's the coffee drink...

Anyway, I joined up on NaNoWriMo a couple of days ago... and I'm using Epsilon. A bit of a cheat, but, I was surprised I was basically halfway to the goal of 50k. I've 24,xxx words. Didn't think it was that much. I'm going at such a snail's pace. Maybe because I've always wrote when I had nothing to do at school (well, should've been studying but that's besides the point) and I'd normally bust 500-1,500 a day. Now I'm lucky if I get 5 words in. My priorities are messed up. You'd think with all this time that I'd be halfway done with the whole thing.

I'm definitely going to write after the bottom wisdom teeth come out, and I'm high on codiene pills. Things will probably be more vivid, I can say that much. And no, I don't do drugs... shit, I'll be even more crazier than I am now. I hate pills and needles as it is. I've been writing at Barnes and Noble, in the Starbucks cafe. I get better vibes than what I do at the library. At least I don't have anyone staring at me as they walk by, or do that 3 or 4 times ... it's quiet. 'course I bring my iPod and Skullcandies... best $30 I've spent.

I'm growing agitated/grumpy by the hour. It's only a matter of time.

I finally found a great wallpaper last night. Believe it or not, I went to 4chan. /w/ to be specific. Sometimes you have bad raids, and some good raids. Even though I found 2, I considered it a good raid. Because...

( ...I was just thinking about how awesome it would be! )


Seriously, I emitted a squee. I almost got the wallpaper of him(Shep) and Stella and it was colored, but it didn't look as good as this. If you don't know, he is from the Daft Punk movie "Interstella 5555", which is basically one long anime vid set to the Daft Punk album "Discovery". If that doesn't ring a bell, it used to air on Toonami's Midnight Run a couple of times, the first 4 songs iirc; One More Time, Aerodynamic, Digital Love (in where Shep is introduced *eeee*) and Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. It's only recent that I've seen the whole thing, and... wow. I did get a little bummed out during "Something About Us"...Shep died! I mean, the wound looked harmless because it was his shoulder, but I guess it hit an artery or something... when you watch it, you'll probably ask the same question I did. Odd that I listened to the whole album before I found it. :D

And then, come to find out, one of the artists sampled Veridis Quo, and I decided to check it out. Holy shit, it is good. VQ was always good, but "Dream Big" by Jazmine Sullivan... it makes it extra special. It fits. Also, the song was produced by Missy Elliot, who sampled Technologic (but I actually don't like Technologic...creepy baby video ruined it for me.). But I really hope this song will be Jazmine's next single, so I can be like, HEY DAFT PUNK'S ON THE RADIO. Sorta. It brings back that unknown nostalgia when I first heard Discovery.

Anyway, way back when I first saw Shep, when I watched Ronin Warriors a couple of times at that point, I always thought Shep looked a lot like an older (maybe Message OAV) Cye about the face ; I think the hair really does it....

Now they're recurring dreams I've been having, and frankly, it took me a website to figure it out. It makes sense.

I've been having these dreams where I'm huddled against a guy that I may or may not know -- it's 50/50, and the guys that I know of are the ones I like anyway. (It's actually a few, like a handful). No, there's nothing sexual about it, but you know, I'm just under him, and we're just talking and stuff. Nice, toasty (and how), generally fuzzy and happy feeling.

But, when I always wake up, I always felt disgruntled, depressed, and worst of all, cold. And often I can't get back to sleep. I'm just in bed, just... angry.

Anyway, I went over to dream moods, and looked it up. Lo, and behold, here's what I got:

• To dream that you are cuddling with someone, indicates your need for physical and/or emotional contact. Do not overlook the obvious meaning of this dream which suggests your heart's desire for that particular person. Also consider the symbolism of that person you are cuddling with and determine how you need to acknowledge, accept, and unify those qualities in yourself.

Well, I haven't seen anyone in a year; of course I want some physical/emotional contact! The fact that, you know, it's just more apparent now is just... I don't know. Maybe it's the pictures I see on Facebook, those smiling faces. I'm resentful, jealous, guilty... my lesson's been learned, trust me. It's bad enough that I didn't have a social life to begin with, but I take comfort in the fact about seeing the same set of faces every day or every other day. It's monotonous to some, but to me...

Anyway, I go back in a month and a half. I registered for most of my classes; I had to use the waiting list for literature classes, and a placeholder for my sports class -- bowling; no way in hell I'm gonna actually take that. That's too much of a sham! So, either Tennis or Golf. Tennis would probably be better for me because it's cardio and whatnot... and it will keep me warm during the mornings. 8am-915am, TR baby.