Gall & Lace

( January...31/31 )
( February...11/28 )
( Misc...1 )
( Personal Library...1/1000 )

Crappy morning. To sum it up I was standing outside the 99 Ranch Market holding a half eaten crepe. I love crepes and I haven't eaten much in the last two days but I can't even finish a crepe. I feel just weird. Also, I love strangers in paradise something horrid, but it's been released in so many different ways that I totally couldn't figure it out. So that means I'm just going to blow a few hundred dollars and buy the entire Complete: SiP hardcover collection. If I buy it in stores it's $430 plus tax but that's why I love amazon.com. (less than $300 including the ones I'd have to buy in a bookstore) But in that case I just can't find a copy of volume two anywhere! I guess I'll just buy the trade paperbacks for volume two then. *sigh* Or...you know...but the whole pocketbook set... But I have this hardcover...fetish thing.

I cried radioactive tears while watching "Fried Green Tomatoes". Awesome movie based on an even better book. Weird thing to be able to say. Beat that crocodile tears. Also, I radiate .8 mR/hr at one meter. Funky weird.

edit: what kind of fucking inept country has social security agency that can't verify citizenship? Someone can steal my identity with the same number the knuckleheads in the bureaucracy can't figure out whether or not I'm a citizen with! No wonder they have issues with illegal immigration, they can't even figure who the hell's naturalized! And that totally ruined my good mood that I got from watching "A Good Woman", which was very sweet and I squeed very much over Helen Hunt. I think I like mature women.

Screening plus treatment tomorrow. Then I get to spend the next 3 days in isolation (I'll be a radioactive little thing) and then for week no contact with children or pregnant women (Going to still be kind of radioactive). And personal radiation space of one feet from anyone as well. Then six to eight weeks and I will be cured of hyperthyroidism. However, I will probably develop hypothyroidism. Well, can't win everything I suppose.

Happy Valentines Day Everybody!

XOXO

LL

( Cut for me-ness )

So I had ox tail and ramen for lunch and left it on my desk. At 9 pm I glance at the bowl and it is just crawling with ants. YUCK! And then after I threw it out,washed the ants off, and then smooshed all the ants on my desk, my hands just stank of meat...and dead ant. It was totally gross. Maybe I finally found that motivation to stop eating mammal flesh. (I'm not strong enough to become totally vegetarian and I know it)

That was just ew, ew EW!

Plus meat second time around/fumes from dry heaving suck.

So I am totally having a (mild)physical flashback to Freshman year. can't sleep, can't focus. homework staring at me balefully. Whee! *bounces* *vomits* Ah good old hyperthyroidism. Makes you crazy and sick!

out of curiosity, a lot you guys keep talking about not wanting to offend/bore people with what you write in your journals. And some people do get offended/pissed off (not going to go there but you know). Why though. Isn't lj supposed to be this great self expression thing? If you're holding back out of consideration then this virtual existence is almost as stifling as reality? what's with that? rant! rave! babble! that's the wonder of free speech.

sims 2, so addicting. I can't help it. Gah, why can't I FOCUS?! Oh yeah, no meds. well, that blows. And the sad thing is that I don't have ADD or anything just a psycho immune system that decided, "hey I think I'll go kill the thyroid!" after it just let loose chicken pox from my nervous system. Shingles sucks too. If you wanted to know. I learned to sleep on my side from that affair. Though when I was coming down with it, I was doing a competition and still managed to come in fifth. But that was a long, long time ago. I used to be a math whiz, what happened? I'm a total burnout. Mentally and physically. Literally and not-so literally(what is the adverb for connotation or whatever?)

Yes, under it all, I'm completely crazy. And out of control. *spazzes*

Sorry daddy I actually kind of do want to get that $2,500 mac book pro. Need something that runs the Sims 2. ...It's only $700 more expensive than the Macbook I was planning to get before. ...Sims 2 is seriously more addictive than crack. (and talk about living vicariously) But I've been hooked on the series since the first one came out. Oh well

( Just 3 Days... )

( Coglea=paradise )

Purple lipstick. Yes? No?

library raiding = good
rain during such = not so good

( What's with the books? To be honest I really don't know )

( This is me off my medications? Or maybe PMS I dunno. Any questions? )

( Still lazy and proud regardless )

( IAMGOINGTOGOINSANE. )

I have fallen in love with ( bakuretsu tenshi )

Okay so my really brilliant idea of today was to have a triple shot espresso before statistics today. So...I ended up arguing about a free response problem we were doing. I normally don't function in that class (or any class to be honest) and here I am being confrontational (also I'm one of the most avoidant people you'll ever meet). And then I totally spazzed out and did a bunch of stupid stuff.

AKA I DRANK TOO MUCH COFFEE AND WENT CRAZY.

Always fun. So right now I feel hyper/exhausted/agitated/nauseous. Whee.

*yawn* I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep. So when I managed to drag my sorry ass home (The walk is 3 miles, according to google maps) I just dropped into bed. Forgot to call dad, he got pissed at me. He called me when I asleep, I got pissed at him.

Well, good news is that I got an A on my most recently graded English essay. Maybe I ain't totally hopeless yet. Missed having the highest score on the practice AP test by one question. *growls* I have a 100% in physiology though. So school wise I'm not sliding, yet. Even though I don't seem to do anything except sleep.

wow my days are unproductive. Does anything bad happen as a result of too much sleep?

Fafsa giving me grief. I don't really know why I'm bothering. The calculator tells me that my parents are expected to contribute $26,000 anyway so I am so not getting financial aid. So it's not that big of a deal that we're totally messing up on it and I think the deadline was Feb 1...which was several days ago. Lesson: If you have enough money, all this paperwork stuff really isn't that important. Yes, I am inordinately spoiled.

I still can't get over the fact that I really, really want to bleach my hair but I'm too lazy for upkeep and I fear dark roots. But on the other hand I want to keep my hair long and if I bleach it, I'll probably have to hack it off eventually. So maybe more blond streaks or something. Or I'll just get my hair cut and glossed instead. Working on growing my nails out again. Feel like painting them teal, having problems finding teal nail polish.

I don't get football (or spectator sports in general), but I'm all for anything that brings chips and salsa through the door. (Daddy dearest being rather stingy on the junk food in most situations) I have really got to find something to do with my time.

...Oh yeah, fics. um...I'll get around to them...eventually...maybe.

Wow, an entire day of bed rest and with reading 3 books in one day, I'm still only just up to date with my reading. So to prevent my insane reading goal from becoming a matter of quantity over quality, I think I'll start writing reviews/what I think of the stuff I read. It's bound to be more interesting than my boring life. Of course I'm a horrible writer and until I get the hang of this, these reviews probably aren't that great, but whatever.

BTW my reading log is here. Check it out.

( I, Claudius )

( Lolita )

( Alias Grace )

Next on my list are a bunch of non-fiction books that I have to return next weekend covering the subjects of sociology, epidemics and microbes. I would also like some suggestions of reading material if you have any.

This being sick thing sucks. I've run out of cold medicine. I'd really like to know what the heck was in them because they seriously knocked me for a loop.

ME(in school): Ceiling... Lights...

I snapped at my mother when she awoke me from my short slumber with a phone call. I feel kind of bad, but I just don't function right after I wake up. She should know this by now. And I am going to go back to bed and sleep. All the way to Sunday.

Other news: I'm almost done watching my cache of L word episodes. I've sunken to the point of wearing the same sweatpants for a week. Actually did the dishes, for once. It's only the 2nd and I've already fallen behind on my reading goal for this month. I would really like to have my sinuses back.

A pheasant in hand is better than two in bush. If I see a feather poking out of the bush, where am I? I should have applied to UC Riverside, I'd have some peace of mind and a backup plan by now. But I'm stupid.

I just feel really stupid as of late. I'm going to be in a funk until I get an acceptance from somewhere. So please excuse my horrible behavior for the duration. It's just that the waiting is driving me mad.

Clueless Uke
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
( Quizzes stolen from Jill )

SCALE: 162.8 lbs.

This is the first time in months I have been able to drop below 165. Now the challenge is to see if I can hit 160 or below and stay there. One foot in front of the other.

Oh and found this:
Self-Preservation Fives: "My Home is My Castle"

So I walked to the library today. Got there 40 minutes early (they opened at noon but I forgot to look up hours) Sat around and watched people. The kids always run toward the door. There were a lot of earthworms out today (which is to say I've seen three when there's normally none). Reminded me of when I was four and would stare at earthworms on the sidewalk in Utah.

I like this walking thing. Even if I had to haul back all my books in my overstuffed backpack. Guess I need to start working on a system to lug my books around that won't squish my vertebrae.

From handprint.com:
You are so logical and analytical that your guts are all dried out.



And from Wikipedia:

Self-Preservational Instinctual Variant

The fives of this variant might be the most reclusive type/variant combination there is in the enneagram. They feel with acuteness scarcity of energy, time, and resources, and they defend against this fear by withdrawal. Self-preservational fives can hoard property, time, and space, or produce a fortress of theoretical construct, to ward off intrusions from the outside world. Some self-preservational fives also have strong technical focus and abilities, again because they prefer their time to be used as efficiently as possible, which technology promises to fulfill. They can be warm and friendly to those they're personally close to, but most others would likely find a standoffish person who prefers to be left alone than to suffer company.

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I hate classical literature (as in like lit snob stuff, I like classics as in Latin/Greek works...which is weird considering I like philosophy just fine) but any way... Obedience to Authority by Stanley Milgram. Awesome book/study (book on a study). Go read it, it'll creep you out. It may not have the drama of dystopian fiction but this explains why such a thing can/does happen.