Let's play guess the gender

I'm going to guess--
Let's hold off on that guess, actually.
I don't know what it is about bloggers that makes their gender so hard to determine. Maybe it's because everyone is a bisexual gender-confused anthropomorphic wolf trapped in a human's body.
Except me.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We're now starting the 'Lightning Round,' where it is just you, one quick question and three guesses. Winner gets a pat on the back and the loser gets a pat on the back for trying. The question is:

What did I just wake up to today?

A.) Earthquake
B.) War
C.) The sights and sounds of three little piglets getting neutered right before my very eyes.

You are so zany.

Okay, so I come home and sit down to a bowl of some steaming hot clam chowder. Mom starts talking about my sister, and then she happily mentions that she's got a boyfriend and I've got to send her some money to help out with some of her expenses over there in Korea--

WAITAF*CKINGSECOND! She's got a boyfriend!? Awesome. Now I'm very worried.

Censoring yourself on the internet.
Did I mention I had to agree I was 14 or older to view this?
Because I did.

No, not for her. For the GUY!! I already feel sorry for him! Hope he knows what kind of crazy he's getting into, because it will be a large, industrial-sized crate of 'Crazy.' But hey, if this Mr. I-Dunno-Whats-His-Name-Yet can handle my crazy sis, he can have her. Mom says that he's graduating with a degree in engineering, so that means we're going to be super billionaires in no time. HAHAHAAA!

I'm going to guess woman because-- it talks like a broad.
That's sound logic.
Remember that blog from the way long ago time where the person even posted a picture of themselves and I still couldn't tell?
I think it turned out to be a dude.

Okay, realistically we won't. But at least he'll make some decent money to support her. And with luck, she'll make enough money to support him as well. This man had better not turn her out as some stay-at-home wife or anything, because then I'll be pissed.

Korea definitely isn't a traditionally-oriented society where being a stay at home wife is considered the norm.
What is it with Americans going to places like this and trying to force our mores on them?
No wonder everyone hates Americans.

Which means I'm going to go after Mr. Crazy and show him just how much hatred I can concentrate on one single human life form. I believe that both parties in a relationship/marriage ought to hold jobs, none of that traditional "woman stays at home, cleans house and raises the kids" horse crap.

What about the kids?
I guess they're relegated to daycare.

I've always hated that sort of belief. Some traditions may be important, but that one needs to be destroyed.

Traditions are important unless I personally disagree with them.
Are you religious?
This really hits me as religious logic. The Bible is 100% true until we come to a part I disagree with, then it's a metaphor.

As one of my former pastors from a long time ago once said, "love by itself won't keep us together. Love also gets a job!"

Anyone else find it kind of ironic a pastor would say this when the Bible pretty clearly proscribes gender roles?
See what I mean when I say religious people agree until they run across something they personally disagree with, then it's a metaphor?
Just make your own moral code at that point you assholes.

Crap. They're not gonna stop. They're not gonna stop working us to death until we're actually dead! For the second week in a row since Memorial Day they're having us work all weekend again. And yet again, we're starting a couple hours early on Sunday and working ten hours. I really like the money and all, but there's gotta be a line drawn. That line is getting very close.

Apparently he/she/it works at a power plant.
I'm guessing this is a man because working at a power plant is dangerous work and women don't do dangerous jobs.
That's not sexism either that's a statistic kind of thing.
Or maybe power plant work isn't as dangerous as I thought.
Either way I'm leaning towards this being a man now.

I spent the beginning of this birthday at work, and I shall end it at work. At least it fell on a paycheck day, so I kind of got teh birthday moneh to start out with. And then I watched most of Kate and William's wedding on television. Then last but not least, I finished the last of some very deep virus scanning and logging that the good people at Bleeping Computer had me do for the past few days.

You're 27. Time to stop pretending like having to work on your birthday is this travesty against man.

I keep forgetting whether it's the year that ends in zero which begins the new decade, or the year ending in 1. If so, then I guess this is it for the decade. Only about ten minutes left. My new years resolutions: get a cat and get fit for the Army. I was planning on Air Force, but I doubt I'll make academic proficiency in time before the cut-off age.

Joining the army.
So--
man?
There's your Christmas present from last year and it's--
a gun.
An AK-47 I think.
I can't tell.
It has the classic AK-47 profile but the best part about having no readers is there is no smug asshole to look and say WELL ACTUALLY IT'S A BLAH BLAH BLAH BUILT ON THE KALASHNIKOV FRAME like anyone gives three shits.
You're not joining the God fearing AMERICAN army with that commie gun.

Oh, and that computer infection I mentioned earlier? I finally got rid of it, thanks to the forums at BleepingComputer. The infection wasn't just a trojan: it was also a rootkit. A very sophisticated & dangerous one called TDL3 (of the TDSS family). It uses advanced stealth techniques in order to keep itself hidden from most antivirus and spyware scanners, mostly by patching a small portion of a critical Windows system driver of its choosing, usually atapi.sys or iastor. In my case it was rasacd.sys. The infected portion of that driver file is then used as the loader for the rest of the infection.

You talk like the fucking thing is sentient.
SKYNET HIJACKED MY GATEWAY.
Just restart in safe mode and run Malwarebytes you fucking asshole.
T-1000
Nanomorphic mimetic poly-alloy
he's made of liquid metal
can make knives and stabbing weapons

Ugh. I finally got my own computer back up and running. I spent the entire night installing the operating system, then the base system software components. After that came the antivirus & firewall (I *never* bring a machine online without at least those two things), then Windows activation, updates to the Windows Update system, install Service Pack 3, install all subsequent updates afterwards,

>software firewall
>expecting it to do anything

and a whole bunch of other securty components that took up my time. However, all that slow and steady prudence might not have paid off in full, all thanks to my wireless adapter's utility driver. I swear, it's driving me crazy. Almost every time I reboot this damn thing, the utility software refused to connect to the router properly. Instead, all it does is turn itself on and off, but in reality it's not connected to the router at all.

>using your wireless adapter's utility driver
THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING WRONG WITH THIS COMPUTER HORROR STORY.

That got tiring after a while, and so it was just another endless cycle of hitting "New Game" over and over again, skimming over creepy guys and cock shows, and only one instant where we came across a pair of boobs. With me being a guy, I normally wouldn't mind, but I was getting pretty despondent and disgusted with humanity at this point to even care anymore. I saw the underworld, and lo, I curseth it:

Normal guy.
I was guessing you were a girl for about the first half of this entry.
Good grief.
I mean I know army guys in real life and none of them talk like this.
What makes you think you'll cut it in an army situation?
This guy's playing Cowadooty and thinking it's the real fucking army.

In preparation for my proposed entry into the USAF, I did about 20 "army" push-ups (where one push-up = two), then went on a huge, long-ass walk for about two and a half hours.

So you did 10 pushups.
I did 897 super special Navy pushups where 1 = 593
So I did 1 and about 3/4ths of another.

As such, it didn't have Intel's HyperThreading feature, where the chip uses a second virtual core, effectively giving it 'two' cores for dual calculations (therefore doing double the work).

What a crock of shit that hyper-threading feature is.
I HAVE 1000 VIRTUAL CORES GUYS.
If only they'd invent some sort of processor with multiple cores.
Hey wait--
Anyway I found something more interesting to do with my time.
Which could literally be anything.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

HOLY SHIT GUYS.
I found a blog that presumed to teach me about the craft of creating a good character in fiction (of which I am the inestimable master) and, monstrous ego notwithstanding I found they had some decent enough points so I was curious as to what sort of fiction someone with almost some sense would generate.
Not to blow my wad too quick: it's Final Fantasy crossover fanfiction.
Also today's writer's block:

What do you so strongly believe in that you would march in the streets to support, and why?

I was having trouble coming up with an issue I cared enough about to overcome my hatred of outside and I couldn't come up with a single one.
Maybe if you had an "anti-humanity" rally I might endeavor to see that.

You may have heard about anti-vaccine rallies, where people who blame autism on public vaccination take to the streets to protest the vaccination schedule.



I consider these, put simply, bullshit.

I WOULD, however, take to the streets in a pro-vaccination parade, to show my support for medical science against the hordes of overemotional idiots seeking to destroy public health.

I knew a guy who was convinced they put mind control drugs in flu vaccines and then promptly got the flu every year.
Asshole. We would have looong rambling discussions about how evil the government is.
Guy was nuts, man.
That was a weird situation because I met him in a college class then met his fiancee in another class and had no idea they were engaged until I met both of them together and it was this weird "what the fuck" moment.

Short version: The world won't end if you don't put a romance in your stories, and if you can't do it right, you shouldn't do it to begin with.

Oh.
What the fuck?
Did I write this?

Few things are quite as painful as reading a "love story" that has all the passion and sensitivity of buying fish from a particularly untrustworthy salesman. We've all run into this before.


Presumably (my personal experience on the matter is limited), falling in love is a powerful experience. The rush of emotion, the uncertainty of acting on your attraction, the joy of success and pain of rejection - there's a reason poets talk about it so much and a reason "Love" is in the name of more Beatles songs than any other word, to the point Cirque du Soleil used it to title their show. And yet authors keep fumbling that ball.

Well what do you need to have an interesting romance?
Interesting people.
Know what most authors can't do?
Create interesting characters.
I'm not joking when I say creating interesting characters is your primary, secondary and tertiary concern because only about 5% of writing issues can't be solved by having interesting characters.
Fortunately the Greek model is as venerable as it is simple and effective: just take someone who is ordinarily completely badass and then give them a crippling tragic flaw that he can't overcome.
Resolution writes itself~

Perfunctory romances are the bane of both readers and video gamers.

Ironic you should mention "bane of video gamers" when you're writing crossover fanfiction between Final Fantasy X and XIII, both of which contain the most insufferable romance subplot (and main plot, somehow) imaginable.
Wow now he's (she's?) posting his (her?) music library.
It's as anime as you'd expect.

- Duran Duran, Greatest
- Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey OST

Hey wait this is my iPod.
Although of all the SMT games you pulled Strange Journey's original soundtrack out of your ass?
Serious?
Not Nocturne or any of the Persona games?
Whatever.
Maybe they're too mainstream, man.

Short version: It's fine for your main character to know information that the rest of the cast needs to learn, but please don't make them smug about it unless the situation calls for it.

Ok.
Never really had a situation where my main character knew something no one else did but then again my goal in writing isn't to make my main character a stand in for me who is perfect in every way and a glowing Christ child upon my fictional landscape.
Again a decent enough point but you could probably just extend it into "don't make your main character an insufferable twat."
Unless he's the villain.
Your goal is to get your audience to hate your main character by any means necessary, no matter how cheap.
I consider DBZ the prime example of this: how did Toriyama (author of DBZ shut up I'm a weeaboo faggot) get his audience to hate Nappa and Vegeta?
He had them blow a planet filled with innocent bug people up for no clear reason.
Sure it didn't make sense but it pretty much established them as power hungry assholes with almost no effort on his part and before the main character and main villain even met you're already rooting against Vegeta.
Even though I must say I appreciate his hatred for the alien.

We've all seen this one: Character A knows something Character B doesn't know. Character B needs this information at a key point in the plot. Character A dispenses it in a manner that reeks of "God, you would be so helpless without me". This may include references to eye-rolling, sighing, crossing of arms, rubbing of temples, or a thousand other little signs that Character A is irritated by having to tell this to Character B.

I can't say that I have, no.
Although there is a scene in The Odyssey where Odysseus emphatically tell s his crew not to open the giant bag that he's captured the winds in and then they do and he's rightfully angry at them.

Ever read anything by Keiran Halycon?

Can't say that I even know who that is.
Oh they write fanfiction.
What the fuck did you expect?
Holy shit this Final Fantasy crossover also includes the Powerpuff Girls.
Am I on drugs right now?
This is so shameful I can't even bring myself to read it.

Where fanfiction comes into this is with the "MY CHARACTERS ARE BETTER" angle. Let us consider "Operation: POWERPUFF" again.

In Mr. Corvello's story, there is a character named Lotus. She is the former teacher of Numbah 362, the head of the Kids Next Door in canon,

Oh my God people remember Kids Next Door let alone talk about canon or write fanfiction?
What the fuck, people?
Go outside you freaks.
So now I'm a bit confused. The writer of this blog was just bashing Operation: POWERPUFF and yet here it is posted. So apparently the writer is both bashing it and writing it?
Isn't that kind of skipping a step?
Oh well.

(The Emperor and Golbez are busily drinking, with the Man Called True nowhere in sight. The Emperor looks over his glass.)

Emperor: Ah… Our “friend” is currently out of commission, so until he gets back we’ll have to handle this. I’m not sure why, but he locked the doors and took the keys with him, so we don’t have much in the way of choice…

Golbez: This cannot be as bad as the last one.

Emperor: Mr. Harvey, I hasten to remind you he didn’t bring us back for two chapters. This can only end in tears. The longer we wait, the more it will hurt… Conjuring the story.

The Emperor appears to be breaking the fourth wall here.
I'M PRETTY SURE I'M SUPPOSED TO ALMOST LOSE TO HORUS.

Sorry this took so long people, but as you know, has been having technical problems.

Emperor: What “has been having technical problems”?

Laguna: (emerges from an Assist Portal) Fanfiction.net erases any mention of its own name, for some reason. (leaves)

So let me see if I understand this correctly: this is a Cartoon Network cartoon/Final Fantasy crossover fanfiction written as if it were a play (or a TV show I suppose) and this brilliant bit of work is used no less than three times in essays on examples of good fiction writing.
I am awestruck at the moment.
Incidentally the author's personal commentary is the part in bold so not only are we getting frequent asides from the nonplot in the form of stage direction but we're also getting frequent cuts so the author can comment on the technical problems inherent in this fanfiction.
I'm having difficulty imagining technical problems with a fanfiction but I guess your keyboard could break or something.
Just imagine during a TV show if the director stopped everything to walk in front of the camera to tell you what a bitch the lights were to set up.
I don't think TV would be quite the medium it is today had that happened.

Emperor: …ah.
Before I get started… I do not own rights to the song that appears in this chapter.

Golbez: Oh, dear…

Emperor: Translation: “I have no ability to fill all the space I want to fill, so I’ll steal someone else’s work!”

(The chapter is “Spaced Invaders”)
At the Moonbase prison complex, Father walked down a hallway.

Wow there's a song in text form.
Wooooooooooow.
Wooooooooooooooooooooow.

The next chapter of Op. PP is taking longer than expected. It's a longer chapter than normal, and frankly, I'm starting to burn out.

STARTING TO BURN OUT FROM THIS MASTERPIECE? I CAN SEE IT CLEARLY TOOK A TON OF CREATIVE EFFORT TO GENERATE.
Ohhhh I see what's happening.
So the author of this blog is commenting on the author of a fanfiction's writing and I'm commenting on the blogger's comments on the fanfiction.
This is meta as hell, man.
This is Mystery Science Theater inside Mystery Science Theater.
Of course while you can clearly tell my voice from the idiots I review I'm having some trouble with this.
In fact my frequent fuck ups block quoting still doesn't detract completely from who is speaking.
Oh and here there's even an explanation of what the fuck is happening.
Maybe.
I dunno let's see:

Brian Corvello and I were friends... once.

I should explain who the man is first. Brian Corvello ("Cyber Commander" on Fanfiction.net) is a New York resident who writes fanfiction. He specializes in Yu-Gi-Oh, but has also written a Powerpuff Girls/Codename: Kids Next Door crossover and a story based on The Life and Times of Juniper Lee. He's in his late thirties, but I'm seriously not sure if he watches non-children's programming.

So-- yes.
That is exactly what's happening here. I found an unfunny clone of myself who reviews fanfiction.
I guess the confusing part is this-- whatever appears to add dialogue to the already shitty fanfiction and the only way I can tell is the bold part is the blogger's-- man I'm confusing myself.
Time to take a step back and figure out what the fuck is happening.
Nope.
Welp.
Oh I never even posted this:
Up next: Thaumaturge.
Anyway this has been a very confusing entry so I think I need to sit here and not think for a solid 15 minutes.

Oh good.

I still quit.
But I did find this and decided it needed my attention.
But I still quit.
I think I've quit before.
So 14+ to view, yeah?
Good thing I'm 14 or older. I almost wish I wasn't just so I could say "no, Lievjournal, I cannot view this" and then I wouldn't have to look at two men dressed like women kissing.
Wait, what?
Oh yeah.
This was linked in this blog if you care to click on the first entry and scroll through other images of effeminate Japanese men but I'm pretty sure that's the topper.
Heh, "topper" in a manner of speaking, of course.
I'm not sure is this gay?
Lesbian?
Gay squared is what I'd call it I think.
I'm actually having trouble gathering thoughts currently trying to figure out the gender issues raised by two men kissing while dressed as women.
Best not to think about it.

so those who have me on facebook will know I've finally picked out my outfit for X. it involved trying on half my clothes before realising that the outfit i originally picked out was best. Not the original original one. My second idea one.

I like it and i'm sure i'll have pictures to show you after X.

ANyway I made the RADICAL decision to NOT straighten my hair.

Words.
I'm very proud of myself, incidentally, for not doing the picture comparison of "Japan then versus Japan now" thing that I've done like 15 times.
I think it'd be the most extreme comparison I've ever made.
Oh why not, let's do it for tradition's sake.
Two Japanese men interacting, 1948:
A man about to hit another man with a bottle.
circa 2008:WOW WHAT A DIFFERENCE 60 YEARS MAKES.

I pretty much never go anywhere speical with unstraightened hair. I hate the waves but I think perhaps for this outfit the waves are my ally.

Oh right, you.

Problem is, i hate my hair in my face which happens when i wear it natural so I needed a clip or hairband to tie part back and I foudn the most awesome one in the chemist!

Want to finish out the comparison now?
Do the good ol' US?
America, 1971:
Circa 2011:
Good fucking grief.
I mean, WHAT A DIFFERENCE 40 YEARS MAKES!

Greek myths contains some strange stroies. Just look at the creation of centaurs! First a man has sex with a cloud and then the son of that union has sex with a horse. 0.0

There's more to it than that but that's the gist of it. Just look up Centaurus on wikipedia. Here's i've done it for you.

Yeah that's pretty batshit but the stuff I just posted right above this actually happened.

I'll never EVER be able to look at Centaurs in the same way again!

Or the summon monster Ixion (from final fantasy) for that matter!

Or Ixion--
which is a horse made of lightning in Final Fantasy and a human in Greek mythology.
You've never actually played Final Fantasy or read any Greek writings, have you?
Here's a picture of someone named Gackt.
I think I've commented on Gackt before, actually.
I don't know much about Gackt other than he/she/it sings and was, horrifically, an inspiration for a lot of the later Final Fantasy outfits.
None of the good Final Fantasies though.
At least I think.

You know Emperor Nero may be on to a winning idea when he chopped of his wife's head and gave it to his girlfriend. Isn't that what any mistress wants? The wife out of the picture?

Back when men acted like men.
Wait, no--

1. What is my name?
Heather

2. How old I'm I today?
26 physically. Mentally, far from it!

Mentally you are half that at best.
How the fuck is it I'm younger than you and yet I've never written fanfiction?
Maybe I'm the crazy one.

45. What do I always forget that I have?
A brain. i often forget i'm actually kind of intelligent. Above average anyway. I just feel stupid in comparison to my sister.

Huuuuh.

So the last two days I've had some pretty clear rememberable dreams.

Hey me too.

The first was about meeting a friends boyfriend. It was a case of, I didn't like him but I couldn't actually say anything because he'd done nothing that you can really call bad. Just I didn't like him. Then a bunch of us stayed at this guys house over night and it was really difficult to deal with him.

But then in the morning when he and my friend were in the garden it turns out everyone else hated him too. The relief to find my hatred wasn't irrational was so nice.

Just a dream but the emotions were so real.

I had a dream there was a cow carcass my yard then when I approached it hornets were building a nest in its innards.

Not sure what that's supposed to symbolize outside of "deep mental troubles" but whatever.
6 more hours (and fifteen minutes) and I get this thing called a "day off". Not sure what they are anymore but it seems it's a day when I don't go to work. Don't get hassled by managers formally known as "Hitler", don't have to get up at 6AM.

I wish I had a job where I could spend all day on Livejournal.
Wait no I don't.

Also right now an origanl novel is forming in my brain, i really want to write it but i don't even have time for fanfiction right now.

Origanl.
Ori-gohn-uhl.
It's a shape.

I also got Sims Medieval because I wanted a new computer game to play and al the second hand ones I wanted don't run on windows 7. (I won't risk buying them because the shop doesn't let you return open PC games).

Don't run on Windows 7.
I see.

The game is addictive though. Instead of making families you set up a kingdom and have quests to do.

Hmm.
Sounds kind of fun, actually.
Oh but it's the Sims so it'll be dumb as fuck.

So where to start?

How about Gackt XD

How about entry fucking over?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Time for another entry I guess.
Not feeling especially inspired for this entry. I think all the life has still been sucked out of me from the last entry.

Which book do you find yourself regularly rereading, and why?

Dante's Inferno and blah blah blah--

Obviously HP. All seven of them.

Obviously.

Why?
Because it might be the greatest story ever written...

Harry Potter?
Uhh, no?

despite the blatant lack of sexual situations, even in the face of countless opportunities.

Truly what is lacking from all great classics.
Err wait, no it isn't.

Everything that I have witnessed over the past few days has only worked to further convince me that the only way to bring about radical improvement in a community is by changing the general attitude of its people.

Brainwash them. Quash all dissent.

Change attitudes, and then wants, desire, and perceived needs begin to change. Modifications in attitude lead to actions, which alter the status quo of said community, and can change things for the better.

Is this about a fanfiction community?
I bet it's about a fanfiction community.

Only it is not that simple. Digging a little deeper we can see that a change in attitude can only be brought about through education.

So are you going to get to a point at some point or is this just brainwashing masses for dummies?

Is that really the way it works, though? Perhaps the most essential, most basic part of this “right attitude” a group of people has to adopt in order to reach its potential is skepticism.

No, skepticism is a dark path. Can't have my happy workers questioning their lot.

It branches out into so many other core values, it translates into so many benefits, it implies so many things, that we have to have it first (before willingness to help each other, before selflessness, before a desire to be better, before anything) in order to move forward.

The path forward lies in solidarity.

Why? Because only accepting new information after it has been properly supported by evidence inevitably leads to all those other values.

But then… Does education lead to skepticism, or is it the other way around?

Well I mean, Warhammer tells us that if we educate men without faith we make them but clever devils so I'm guessing education leads to skepticism first.
And logically you'd have to know something first to be skeptical about it so yeah, this is an easy one for logical induction.

That is a fantastic question, sir.

Thanks.
Glad to know my genius is appreciated.
I didn't ask a question.

After all, the need for supporting evidence leads us to seek information, and therefore absorb more knowledge before accepting something as fact. Indeed, skepticism leads to education.

So-- point?
Ok I skipped ahead: no point.
Girls, am I right people?

I am not gay.

You never sound gayer than when you're saying "I'm not gay".

Not only am I not the least bit gay,

I just suck cocks to prove how comfortable I am with my heterosexuality.

I was raised in a conservative, catholic, repressed environment in which the norm was to believe that gays were dirty, disgusting, and evil sinners, and so, this is what I was taught. This was my life. Gays were a race apart, less than human.

Sounds like with a little work we could turn this into a proper Imperial creed.

We did not know any, we did not want to know any. In fact, I was told repeatedly, it was dangerous to get too close. They want to “do stuff” with you, you see.

See that's the part that has to go. FEAR NOTHING.

In support of this argument, I shall relate the following experience: A few days ago I had a pretty exciting episode, while at the doctor´s office for a terrible cold complete with fever, pains, and tonsillitis. The doctor wanted to give me a prescription for antibiotics, and asked me about allergies, to which I responded that I was allergic to penicillin...

Stop.
A doctor gave you antibiotics, that is, something effective against (anti-) bacteria (-biotics) for a virus?
Do go on.
It all sounds perfectly rational.

or rather, that my parents made it a point to tell me so as a small child. Needless to say, after discussing it at length, we went ahead with an allergy test. Turns out I am, indeed, allergic. Badly. So much so that the paltry amount of penicillin used to test my dermis for a reaction (rash, etc) had quite the unexpected effect on me, I lost consciousness and my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels for a few minutes.

Or you could take some vitamins, drink some orange juice and sleep it off.

A gullible, dogmatic mind might consider this proof against everything I have previously stated. That I should have simply accepted what my parents told me as fact, and carried on living my life, and I would have saved myself a traumatic afternoon, and possible fatality.

well call me Adolf Hitler but one thing I do know is antibiotics don't help against viruses.

I contend that the stakes were too high to just assume that my parents, who, like parents do, taught me a lot of things that were laughably wrong, were right this time. More plainly: The odds of experiencing any lasting or permanent damage from a simple allergy test (even the odds of going through what I went through) are pretty astronomically slim. Meanwhile, penicillin is a hugely important tool in treatment of a vast and growing amount of ailments.

Not in Anno Domini two thousand and eleven where penicillin is so over-prescribed for things it doesn't even treat that all bacteria is immune to it.
This shit didn't really happen.

Unless I absolutely cannot, I would like to have this tool available to me, should I ever need it. In other words, yes, it was a gamble... a low-risk, ridiculously high-reward gamble. No different than, say, getting a driver's license and using it, knowing that traffic accidents are a looming possibility.

My blood pressure didn't drop to dangerously low levels once while I was getting my license.
Can you believe this entire thing about gays and penicillin is the same post?

Of course, most of you were raised in similar ignorance, if not about homosexuals, certainly about something else, and do not need this little fable and analysis to know what I know.

Of course.

So as I said at the very beginning of this post, I am not gay. Not even a little bit. Not by a long shot.

Not being gay, however, does not keep me from being intelligent, humane, and just. Being a heterosexual male does not blind me to the fact that all humans should have rights to certain basic liberties.

You're a man?
Really?
Eh-- well, I guess it makes sense, really.
How many blogs written by women contain this "I'm writing an essay for school" quality to them?

It does not keep me from seeing that there is no such thing as "gay marriage". There is only marriage, and sexual orientation should not keep you from your right to it.

Of course, there is an alternative: It is called discrimination.

Or there's another (superior) alternative: I just don't care.

Patriotism is a childish, primal, basic, and completely unsophisticated emotion. Patriotism is a somewhat ridiculous “Us vs. Them” mentality that has no place in modern civilization.

Man I'm tired all of a sudden. It feels like I've been awake for 97 hours.
Am I dying?

"You do not look Spanish... at least not what the Spanish people I have met look like..."

"Spanish? Really? I thought you were Italian...!"

"You are fair-skinned for a Spanish person..."
....

These (and others like them) are things I heard everyday for most of my life, from people of every race in The States.

Oh man I suddenly understand so much about life because of this blog.
I finally understand what it's like to stare into oblivion.
How can any sort of opinion on something survive this level of boredom?
What is the meaning of life?
Who even cares to seek the answer? Look at this boring bullshit.
It's like Buddha himself just spoke to me. How can you master this level of boring and still be alive?

I worked all through high school. I have always worked since. I have left jobs, and lost jobs. I have been laid off, fought with managers and walked out, and got another job right away. I have worked at a few stores, bars, clubs, and many restaurants...
I also have dated many girls. A good majority of them were Caucasian.

Wait let me see if I have an accurate depiction of myself right now.
It took a while because I ended up staring into space for a good 10 minutes but I found it.

There is a little diner in my neighborhood. It's more of a large den with some tables where one can come in and have lunch any given day. A family place, where the same people (all related) work every day. This place serves a pretty good lunch, two or three different choices every day, for very reasonable prices. People come in,

Right. Diner. Got it.

find an empty spot at a table (even if the table is already taken, no matter. You just wish everyone a good day and say "buen provecho" as you sit down) and one of the "servers", usually a couple of teenage girls, approaches with a glass of whatever juice they are serving that day, and silverware, to tell you your choices.

If I were an alien this is the blog I'd read. Mundane life in grueling detail.
I GET THOSE BASTARDS NOW.

I have visited this place from time to time. Not often enough to be a regular, but a handful of times. Enough times to notice the following: When the servers bring out silverware to the guest, sometimes they bring a little basket with a spoon, a fork, and a knife; sometimes just a spoon. The food itself is not the cause of this discrepancy -no one comes to this place just for soup-. Then, what gives? You guessed it. Some people (the peasants) do not use a fork and knife. They eat everything with a spoon. Servers do not ask you, mind you. They either bring you a fork and knife or they do not.

So what you're saying is if I entered one of the teenage servers would immediately offer herself to me because I am that lordly?

I have never been given only a spoon.
Just like, I realized at some point, I never had any difficulty getting hired anywhere in The States.
Just like I never had issues with any family or friends of any girlfriend at first sight.
At this place, you see, like everywhere else in the world (although perhaps more blatantly, more honestly than most) they quietly and subtly judge you on your appearance. This is a given, right? I am not telling you anything you did not already know...

Peasantry.
What are you talking about, anyway?

Just how far does the color of your skin take you, though? Appearances matter, sure... But more so than any suit, any DKNY jeans, more than any pair of Cole Haans, any haircut, any conservative vs loud nail polish/style, any
Movado or Rolex, maybe even more than being good looking... I'd say more than ANYTHING really, the color of your skin can open or close doors for you.

Sorry too busy being knightly over here.
I'm seriously sitting at a right angle with my chin held up kind of making a :C face.
SOOOO BADASS RIGHT NOW.
now for some Final Fantasy Tactics soundtrack.
Yes, the image is complete.

Is it fair? Is it right? Are these questions even relevant?
Fair, unfair, right, wrong, affirmative action... whatever. It does not matter because no one is color blind.
Because, well, White people rule the world.

I need a Red Bull mainline or something.

Are we conditioned to define our existence through suffering?

After reading this I'm starting to think so AND JESUS CHRIST IT'S ALMOST 1 IN THE MORNING.
I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR THREE HOURS BARELY WRITING.
No that's it fuck it I quit.
No more Edie Finds a Corpse.
I'm serious.

And on every hand I saw a great plain of woe and cruel torment.

Let's keep this brief.
This is one of those crazies that was homeless at one point and will probably ramble about some spiritual power she thinks she possesses at some juncture.
I can't believe this is a category of blog I've encountered often enough to have the entire course mapped out in my brain.
What will we see? There will probably be the threat of becoming homeless again and that can't happen because blah blah blah FUCK THE INTERNET.

So i bought myself a present yesterday.
glow in the dark blue hair dye.
i was going to get the splat! regular hair dye, but im worried about $$ and i have to go grocery shopping and laundry. all which takes $$. and oh yeah, rent. Anyways, i like stuff like that.

AnywayS.

blue hair dye, black glitter eye shadow, stuff that glows in the dark. what i bought is sooo obviously for a rave lol. i went to a rave once, at this hotel, but i couldent stay because i was sick. lame.

That is a great story.
Speaking of great stories I've been rewatching Dragonball Z lately and I had no idea how balls out insane that show is. I guess when you're a kid it all seems very normal but now as an adult this show is completely off its ass.

im supposed to be typing up my novel but i feel lazy. i worked hard yesterday and im wicked tired. the house is looking better though, although currently i have drayno in the sink (hopefully fixing it ) and nothing to eat. thats why we had macdonalds for lunch. hey they have good chicken. it feels good in my tummy. but burger king is better by far. tylers watching battlestar galatica.

What the hell was that?
You call that a paragraph?
Serious?

im good with the 70s star wars, thats about it lol. my fave characters were luke and chewy. i heart wookies. and of course, dr pepper but its all gone. sooo sad.

I found the perfect image that represents my emotions during these blogs:

Oh right, today's writer's ('s's's') block:

If you could find out what happens after you die, would you want to know?

Sure.
But I wouldn't tell anyone because how many people have claimed to know what happens after you die?
Nothing ever good comes from it.

Yeah, I'd really, really like to. I mean, I have an idea what happens after you die, since I am spirtual.

Checking that off on my list. Soon she'll be claiming some sort of ESP or something.
Then the rant about homelessness.
You watch. It's coming.

im getting tired of leaving work feeling like im going to get in trouble. today was a good day, until that weird assistant manager showed up, the one i dont like. i caught him glaring at me today. i dont know what his problem is.

Kick him square in the dick.

maybe hes just one of those ppl that always come off that way. who knows. who cares. all i want is to not get into trouble and keep this job.

Do that thing where every new sentence is completely disconnected from the previous with no attempt to even join them together.
It makes you look really fucking nuts.

which i s part time by the way. its funny i like work for 2 maybe three days then im off for 3 or 4 more. its fine with me. the apartment needs to be cleaned top to bottom. i got up today at like 7 AM and cleaned for two hours. im ging to do that every day for awhile until the place is immaculate and then make a cleaning routine so i can keep it that way. god i feel so tired. wer'e outta food so i have to go to the grocery store and get some. im prob not going to get to typing more of my novel until tuesday or more realisticly wednesday. im actually in a pretty calm mood right now. all i can think about is zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. so, im going to spend time with tyler <3 and then head to bed. i love my sleep too.

What the hell was that?
Thinking of playing FFXIV. Have to do some bullshit on the internet soon. I'm wondering what I should have for dinner tonight. I wonder if I can still get free PS3 games on the PSN. This new gum I got is really delicious.

so my fiance and i just had a talk about alot of things, mainly how the house is literally a disaster, and i need to clean it. dont worry, we are ok :) but i need to start cleaning and picking up the house, espescially since i want to be a houeswife once he's able to keep a full time job that is substantial enough.

Hausfrau
NEIN! ALBEIT MACHT FREI!
Is it albeit or arbeit? I forgot.
It might be arbeit, actually, because it probably comes from Latin arbites.
Embarrassingly the only way I remember the German word for work is because the Japanese borrowed it and it becomes arubaito so I don't remember if the r should become an l.
Let's look it up~
Arbeit it is.
You know I often make fun of Final Fantasy Tactics for screwing the name of high school level mythological figures up but I can see where this can happen now.
Is it Wigraf or Wieglaf?
Both sound kind of made up so who knows?
Man my brain just filled to the brim with fuck as the three foreign languages I kind of know were battling for supremacy over one word.
It means "to work" although in Japanese it adopts the meaning of working at a part time job specifically.
Because you really need a verb that specifically means that.
It also doubles as a noun.
Actually I guess the main purpose is a noun but you can make it a verb.
WHY CAN'T I GET OFF THIS ONE TOPIC?

i love him to pieces, and to make our relationship continue to work i need to work on the house every day in the morning before work or before i do anything else. EVERY day.

Dutiful wife I guess.
It's kind of-- sweet or something I guess.
I don't know I'm not very good at complimenting people after four years of calling them stupid cunts and chucklefucks and everything else.

It means alot to him that i listen to him and clean, and i understand this. He means everything to me, and i have given him my word that i will clean each and every room , day by day.

So I suddenly find myself in a time warp to the 1950s.
On a completely unrelated note: look at this.
I am so fucking excited. The Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak sounds like a place you might encounter Solomon Kane.
Also look at that baller jacket you can get. That is number one on my list of items to get.
Bet it's archer only or something queer like that. SE loooooooves to give the big middle finger to medium armor classes.

so after an extreme mixup, i went to see my psychiatrist who gave me prozac. ive been hearing about prozac for years, ever since britney spears took it. and no, i know what youre thinking.

I'm glad someone knows what I'm thinking because I certainly don't anymore.

it sounds pretty good, zoloft just wasent doing anything beneficial to my mood. at all. ive been really depressed and had alot of anxiety about my new job, mainly. im just not sure that its going to work out at walgreens. it dosent sound like full time, but it does sound like mainly overnight :/ i just dont feel like im generally good at anything, except writing.

Uhhhhhh--
Scusa?
If writing is what you're good at you must really suck at everything else.

and i hate being around people. i just dont want to keep failing ot of jobs. i feel like eventually im going to end up on disability. a part of me is starting to think that i have some sort of mental disability that the therapists and psycologists havent realized that i have yet. if the meds dont work, im in trouble. and its scary.

Come on tell me about your special power.
All you wack jobs think you have one.

scary thinking you could be fired again and scary thinking that you have a disability. 21 years old. and sometimes i wonder if im bipolar. I think i have bipolar 2. mood swings, constant depression, outbursts, with drawel from friends and activities. im always tired, i struggle coping with life, and i am paranoid, usually about people. paranoid about all sorts of things. i have very low self esteem, and i have severe anxiety. i just dont think someone like me belongs in a workplace.

You know I just want to hang out at my house, not get dressed and play video games all day.
I don't think I'm cut out for this work thing either.

and thats not me being lazy. i just dont think i'll ever be at a job for a substantial length of time. :'(

I'm definitely not being lazy either. I just would prefer not to work.
So pay me, US government.

ok, I have to let off some steam, because i am totally furious with myself. on my first day of work, i went home sick. granted, i felt like shit and then sme. the assistant manager seemed to understand, but he did also give me a look and said that i cant do this everytime i worked. which i thought to myself., duh i know. thats kind of insulting.

First day you're cutting out early. He's just warning you you probably have one strike against you and he's probably only giving you two strikes to begin with.

I didnt really realize that it was possible for men to have a low testerone level. I think that this was based on my core belief growing up as a child (and watching too much crap televison) that all men are sex starved lunatics. this is just not so. while i am a sex starved lunatic myself, my fiance is not, and this could be because of a low testosterone level.

Or maybe he's gay.
Or cheating on you with someone way hotter.
There are any number of explanations.
Now there's a really long post about ectoplasm and I think this basically qualifies for my "herp derp spiritual power" bullshit.

new york city is more than a place to me.
and when i lived there, my filthy converse hitting the sidewalk, sleeping in bunk beds, walking around manhatten, and wondering, what next?
being homeless was a good experience, its freeing, but its not what i want to do now.

And there's the homeless thing.
I swear I don't read ahead.
Honest.
Oh and that's the first post, too.
That's really convenient because I was getting bored of this anyway.
THE THOUSAND MAWS OF TOTO-RAK. Hopefully that's the one that drops the cool jacket because I also see it's R25 so I can definitely steamroll that one solo.
Hoo-boy. Fuck blogging.

Oh Man

This blog is shit but I don't even care because for once in about 3 months I don't have to agree I'm 14 or older to read. I guess I had forgotten how awesomely annoying that is but it is nice to be treated like a human being for once.
Of course that said why you'd want to read this ghastly abomination begging for the release of death I have no idea but I've long since given up trying to explain this crap.
Don't let the purple background fool you (or the endless whining) I'm pretty sure this is a man.
I'm not sure why I think that, come to think of it.
... Let's find out, then.

Which comic book character would you like to see on the silver screen? Who would you cast to play the role?

Why all the comic book questions lately?
Oh well. Let me see if I can pull some more obscure comic book heroes from my ass like last time:
Hawk and Dove
Booster Gold
Blue Beetle
Green Arrow
I'm out.

I would love to see Nightwing or Booster Gold on the silver screen.

Oh Nightwing. Good one.
Hadn't thought of that one.
Oh I thought of three more:
Atom Man
The Shining Knight
Red Tornado
Seriously please help me I don't know how I know all this.
I also seem to recall that Nightwing was kind of the Kryptonian answer to Batman.
So he was supposed to be a mix of Superman and Batman which actually sounds like a really bad idea to me.

As for who should be cast as them, I am too unfamiliar with actors to even suggest one.

Booster Gold should definitely be played by a gay porn actor.

I'm selling doujinshi over at my sales journal, here.

Fandoms are as follows: Prince of Tennis, D.Gray-man, Tales of the Abyss, and Gundam Wing.

This is actually where my knowledge of all things begins to fall apart.
I know a doujinshi is a fan comic (which they sell. Somehow. Apparently copyright laws don't exist in Japan) and I was always under the impression they were pornographic in nature but maybe they aren't.
Quite why you'd admit to owning one if they are pornographic I don't know but if there's one thing I've learned it's that people have no shame.

What's the point? Why am I even trying?

The whole job thing's probably not going to work out even if I want it to. My dad clearly doesn't approve of my attempt to get said job, too. Mom just smiles and nods when I talk about trying to get that job, but that really doesn't mean much anymore. She rarely actually pays attention to what I say these days. I just feel like a freeloader when I'm at home.

Isn't it grand?

I put in over fifty job apps last summer, and I didn't receive a single callback. This is the first job offer I've ever had. It's the first time anyone's ever come up to me and asked, "Have you ever considered getting a job here? I need an assistant. You should submit a resume." I just want to help. Is that so bad?

I'm not even going to do the "what are you talking about?" thing. Start explaining yourself when you want to.
I mean I guess the implication is his (?) family is having financial troubles so he wants to help by getting a job but whenever I guess the sensible thing based on evidence presented I'm always dead wrong so I'm completely withholding my guess.

The "get straight As" thing is not going to work out, either, but not because of biology class; it's not going to work out because of my writing class. My writing class. I don't understand why I keep getting such horrible grades on my papers. All I can think of is that it's the assistant grading them, rather than the teacher who seemingly loves my writing style.

Oh yes it must be the assistant's fault and not that you suck at writing.

I just--I'm so upset about this because I have scholarships that fucking depend on straight As. They aren't worth much, but I do like receiving them. Every little bit of funding helps.

Try explaining that to them. I've seen Bs turn into As magically.

I feel sick because of my antibiotics--or maybe because of the three other new medicines they put me on when I went to the doctor earlier this week.

Did I tell you I've been leveling conjurer lately in FFXIV?
What a miserable job that is, Jesus Christ.
You'd think shooting lightning out of your hands like the fucking Emperor from Star Wars would be slightly more effective than punching things in the face but you'd also be dead fucking wrong.
I know Edie is only rank 17 conjurer and 47 pugilist so it's unfair to compare two radically different things but I'm pretty sure rank 17 pugilist is more efficient than rank 17 conjurer.
Fuck I might bet on rank 12 pugilist before rank 17 conjurer.

God, I don't even care. I'm just so tired all the time. I'm not happy unless I see Sarah or Lisa because they're really the only ones I ever see anymore, and they don't even live around here. I want to visit people, but I don't have the gas money. Hell, I'll probably shut my new cell phone off near the end of May just because I really can't afford it if I don't get a job soon.

I mean what do you have to do to damage shit as conjurer?
Cast a spell, wait until it casts, run the risk of it being resisted, rinse and repeat?
And I know you can miss as a melee, I mean, I'm not stupid-- but in the time you cast thunder (yeah the lightning spell is called thunder even though thunder is the sound) and have it resisted you can punch upwards of four times, each of which contain two to three punches, so even if three miss you've still hit nine times.
And the incredible thing is I know several madmen who have conjurer at rank 50.
There are exactly two mage jobs and somehow conjurer is the third best.
I guess thaumaturge stole conjurer's effectiveness because thaumaturge is so awesome it's basically as effective as two jobs.

Seriously, why do I even bother with life? I really just wonder what it would be like if I didn't exist at times. Would my parents be happier? Would my siblings and friends be happier? There would be more food to go around, one less person to take care of.

And the part that slays me is I said I'd take the remaining jobs to rank 20 so that means I have such award winners as conjurer, fisher and marauder to level back to back.
Maybe marauder won't be so bad if I invest in an axe with more than 70 accuracy.
Oh now here's a cut that says "maybe not for the squeamish" and maybe finally something interesting.

My shunt disagrees with Oklahoma's recent weather. Each time a front moves in and brings along the ever-dreaded concoction called snow, I can feel the building pressure in my head, and the busted blood vessels in my eyes and the erratic throb of my heartbeat in my ears are testaments to it. Not to mention that I've had pressure headaches like woah recently. Dislike.

Cool.

All of this constant pressure-relief crap going on with my head has been making me sleep more than I should. It has also caused me to put off all of my homework because I cannot stand to read for long periods of time, even with my reading glasses.

Oh man I wish I had that excuse when I was in college.
"Can't read, head may explode."
Instead it was "this is shit, not reading."
Graduating with honors.

My eyes just ache, and if I concentrate too hard on anything in my field of vision, blood vessels pop. I mean, I can clear that shit up with eye drops, but that effing stings.

I'm sorry did you just say you have a fix but you don't want to use the fix because it stings a little bit?
What are you, six?

Also, even if I suffered the constant abuse of fixing my horribly bloody-looking eyes, I don't think it's good for me to be constantly using eye drops. I'm fairly certain there are warnings against that. D:

Better not check in case this excuse doesn't hold up.

Aside from that, the pressure in my head is causing my neck muscles to retaliate around the shunt tube, tensing and knotting up until I literally cannot bend my neck. Mom had to give me a forty-five minute neck rub the other day just so that I could move my head.

Hey I've offered to rule before and in my rule we'd have vastly superior technology than we do now (including medical technology) it's just most people are way too squeamish to handle the steps we'd have to take to get there.

That is some massive BS. I hate winter, and I hate this shunt, even though it's technically the thing that is keeping me alive.

Because my vast knowledge and apparent precognition includes medicine I'll explain.
I'm guessing she's describing a peritoneovenous shunt which drains peritoneal fluid into the veins.

Regardless, that shunt causes me all sorts of problems, and oh god, when my muscles lock up around the tube, I can feel it slide against them under my skin. I can handle the sensation of nails on a chalkboard with no problem, but this sensation is something else entirely. It's like...

It's like a really long tube in your body.

Well, imagine that someone has a long, thin plastic tube. Now imagine that said plastic tube has been inserted into your skull, just under your scalp; it leaves a large lump on your head, too.

As long as it's used to plug into a neural interface this really doesn't bother me.

Imagine that it runs underneath your scalp, just a few mere inches back behind your temple, winding its way down back behind your ear where it slinks just under the skin of your neck, and think about how it is forced down and wound through your ribcage, and then inserted into your stomach.

OH I'M GOOD.

Now, imagine that if you tilt your head to the left, you feel the tubing under the skin of your neck tighten before releasing enough that you can, in fact, complete that action.

Sounds like faulty bionics to me.

I realize this sounds super melodramatic, but I'm not exaggerating. I pride myself on my tolerance for pain; it is very high. I can put up a front all I want, but when I am alone, I can shake and shiver, bite my lip, and cry while holding a position to get that damned tubing to loosen or contract.

Admittedly I've never had a shunt before but I somehow imagine I'd handle it a lot better than you.

Also, I made a deviantART account earlier this week. I've only uploaded my current favorites from my stock of art, but I have several pictures in the works. Dissidia seems to be my new fandom of choice for the art realm; Onion Knight is a particular favorite, it seems. I think it's because I enjoy drawing his hair. >_>

>_>
<_<
FUCK.

At any rate, if anyone is interested in seeing my doodles, you can look through them here.

Bet they suck~
let's see.
Eeeeeeeeh.
Here's his (her, its, whatever) drawing of Terra Branford of Final Fantasy VI fame.

Same subject from someone with talent.

Incidentally, Terra features in my favorite painting of all time, also by the same artist.

Also, it is one of the few anime series I have ever watched that is not afraid to kill off characters. That is one of the few things that really irks me about a lot of the mecha series I try to watch; everyone miraculously survives horrible ordeals that should take out a normal human.

Apparently you've never seen Gundam.
Which is funny because you said earlier you were a fan.
Oh but you did only mention Gundam Wing and Gundam SEED which are for 14 year old girls.

What's the point of me going off to school when I'm not even sure I will have a home to come back to?

My dad is really sick. My mom is always crying. My sister is as crazy as a loon. My brother barely talks to us anymore.

My foot is asleep.
I'd feel sympathy or whatever but frankly we've had this entry five times now.

I'm just tired of life. I feel like I've reached a dead end. Even with a degree in English Education,

Well that's why you feel hopeless. You majored in English education.
What are you, stupid?

Science Fiction by Women are my favorite classes

Women I know of who write science fiction:
1.
I guess Ursula Le Guin?
So Ursula Le Guin and--
Uhh--

Christmas is about warm feelings and happiness, not anger and angst and retarded-ness.

I'll inform Livejournal immediately.

I've been trying so hard to find gifts that everyone will like, despite my lack of funding. I've been drawing and sketching and coloring to the point where I've gained blisters on my hands at times; I'm fretting over people's reactions to what I'm drawing them, which is inadequate at best for such wonderful people; and no matter how hard I try, I can't coax a single, truly happy smile out of any of my family members.

Sounds like everyone is dying or hideously twisted by the crude bionics we have in 2011 so I'm not sure there's much to be happy about.

I am really tired, and I want to quit reading Puritan literature and visit a dreamland far, far away for just a small while.

God I love Puritan literature. The first and only time in my American Lit class I knew what the fuck was happening.
My extensive history of Warhammer gave me sufficient background for SINNERS IN THE HAND OF AN ANGRY GOD.
Children's literature (seriously).

Why do people even bother to ask for advice--or ask to talk, for that matter--when they are fully aware that what I will say will make them unhappy.

I suppose I am too blunt about certain things, yes,

So while she (he?) goes off about dumb boring bullshit I had the extreme misfortune of watching the new Lady Gaga video yesterday and while it was assuredly bad I couldn't help but notice she dressed exactly like my FFXIV character.
I'm not sure what to do with this information currently besides the obvious "time for an armor upgrade".
I was going to include pictures for comparison's sake but I don't want to admit to watching that video more than once so deal with it.

but I hate when people throw themselves pity parties. I do it at times, too, but then I just want to smack myself upside the head when I realize it. I HATE people that will not do something about their sadness, and I HATE people that ask for advice then plug their ears to what is given.

One thing I know is that Zeus hates two things more than anything: hubris and hypocrisy.
So I think I've put it off long enough. Time to grind some conjurer and upgrade some armor.
Only three more ranks until R20.
Fuck.

FLATTERING CAMERA ANGLES

Ever notice when people paste their own picture all over their blog it's always black and white shots at an obtuse (usually high angle)? Hides the fact you're fat and ugly far better than conventional shooting.
Also most of these shots are self-taken to hide the fact whatever spawn owns the blog is crushingly alone.
Anyway, Journal of Fbrobey.
First, today's writer's block:

If you worked for a newspaper, which section of the paper would you like to write for, and why?

Definitely advice. Although 90% of my advice would be "fucking kill yourself."
Hope my paper has a killer insurance policy~

Geeky as this sounds I've been thinking a lot lately about trying to incorporate my enjoyment and love of writing with my interest in science, so I'd love to be a scientific correspondent reviewing journals and commenting on new discoveries...

Wouldn't you need some sort of qualifications to do that?
No I guess not, actually.

I'm home for Easter and by God is the break a welcome one. I say break, but I still have university work coming out of my ears, I'm just not currently having anything added to the pile meaning I actually feel like I'm accomplishing something unlike before.

Whatever.

I have actually completed my epic coursework list apart from the one piece of biochemistry coursework, which doesn't bear thinking about for now.

I SAID WHATEVER. SHUT UP.

So yesterday I was too drained to really explain what had happened, and I'll spare you all the details, basically though I text Jayne Wednesday night because I wanted her to know it wasn't her I had a problem with but didn't feel comfortable walking down with Milly.

Yes spare me the details because if you give me the details I might actually comprehend what's going on for once. It's not like the two sentences of exposition would make this essay in bullshit any shorter.

This turned into her telling me she didn't think me living there next year was a great idea either and I'm just sick of it. I ended up crying myself to sleep much later than I planned and had to be up early the next morning (yesterday). Miraculously I managed to get my arse out of bed in time, and stood outside with Gen and Amy while I waited for Aimee to appear. She didn't Milly and Jayne did and they both walked past me with looks on their faces as if I was a piece of unpleasant shit on their shoes.

Milly and Jayne with a y. What do they know?
Seriously what the fuck is going on?

Had a pretty awful day I have to admit, again following on with the "Milly" theme. Currently can't be assed to make an explaining post so shall leave that to tomorrow when I'll be posting anyway as in precisely 12 hours 10 minutes I will have in my sweaty little mitts the result of January's 5 exams... wish me luck! :/

Oh here's the anticipatory post in relation to the drivel I just copied.
So we have an introduction to the post that doesn't actually explain anything.

So last night I came to the conclusion I really can't bear the idea of four new freshers, especially as next year is my last and most important year, I'll have a dissertation to do as well as lectures and will need all the ease and peace and quiet I need. I thought Milly can't tell me what to do so I'm just going to move in, Jayne and Aimee want me there anyway. So I sent her this message:

Oh good, some exposition on this issue.
Want to bet it will explain precisely dick?

"Hiya milly, I'm sorry to bring this up again, I know you don't really want to live with me next year and trust me I've been trying to find new people to share with me next year to respect your wish. However, everyone already has plans and Aimee doesn't want to leave your flat, which I completely understandm however this left me with the rather awful prospect of living with 4 new freshers next year, I hope you can appreciate this isn't something I really want as I want to spend my last year with friends and I need peace and quiet with a dissertation to write. I'm sorry if this is going to upset you but I'm moving into the double room next year, I want to make the most of my degree, which I'm sure you know. You have my word it'll be like living with a ghost if you want, I can stay in my room to avoid tension, after all I don't want to cause trouble. Hope you understand and I'm sorry if this upsets you, I did try the alternative first xx"

So apparently she did something (or maybe not) and now her roommates are pissed so they want her to move out but she'd be living with freshmen so she doesn't really want to do that--
got it.
What'd she do, I wonder?

"You won't live with new house mates this year yet you made us live with new house mates last year... hmm yes fair... you have brought this situation on yourself and as they say make your bed and lie in it. To be honest I'm really not happy and frankly don't give a stuff where you live as long as it's not with me. You say you will be a ghost in this flat so why the hell not where you are currently if you are going to stay in your room it should make little difference to you. You say you want to live with your friends, yet to be honest only one of us in this flat even count you as one since xmas before last."

Burn I guess.
This all reeks of melodrama that's exciting for exactly three seconds and then I get bored and start to stare into the middle distance.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there is no more exposition on this subject. Nothing ever says "here's what I did to make everyone hate me" which leads me to believe whatever it was is probably her fault.

Okay well I never really left my diet, though it's certainly not doing the good it was earlier this year so time for a kick start as I said a couple of days ago. My exercise class at home is run by a wonderful lady known as Pat, who is so helpful and supportive. I have a dress in my sights and I really want to look good in it and my sister is in the same conundrum. I'm currently UK dress size 16 and 12 stone 8 lbs (as of the wii fit this morning). By July next year I'm hoping to be down to a UK 12 (at a push but I'd love to do it) and as close to 10 stone as I can get.

Bri'ish.

So Pat suggested a diet known as the Dukan Diet it's a 4 phase diet developed by a French nutritionist. Take a look if you like but the four phases are essentially as follows:

1st phase: Attack phase - eating proteins only (lean meat, eggs, water, fat free dairy and tea/coffee and fat free fizzy drinks) this lasts for a week maximum

2nd phase: Vegetables are added (except for starchy ones such as beans, peas, sweetcorn and potatoes)

3rd phase: once target weight/size is achieved normal food is slowly added (e.g. bread potatoes etc) 2 days for every 1lb lost

4th phase: final stabilization, 1 pure protein day a week and a portion of oats everyday to keep cholesterol low.

In addition to this I have to do 30 minutes walking each day, which I'd happily do since it helps to destress me at uni. I also plan to try and keep up jogging (instead of walking some of the days) and also swimming once a week.

I have a revolutionary diet: take whatever you do eat and just eat half of it.

Why is it whenever something wrong is done to me it's my fault anyway?

Your fault for not predicting it and preventing it.
Takes two people to make a butthurt, you know.
Here's a post entitled "I'm 60% a virgin" and I'm having trouble with not only this statement but the math as well.
I'm sure it'll be disappointing but let's take a peek.

Stolen from Diane. Add up how many are unchecked and that’s your virginity percentage.

Oh it's a dumb meme thing.
Fuck it I am even more disappointed than I expected.
Here's an online quiz that confirms she's an attention whore (thanks internet, next thing I know you'll suggest you have to licking a stamp makes it sticky so you can stick it to shit)--
about 100000 memes--
Words I'm not reading--
Oh man this so bad I'm going to have to bust out a word I've never even used before and had to make sure actually existed before I wrote it.
This is really stultifying.
I've never been so enthusiastic to write an update only to have all the will sapped from me. I don't think you could have stripped my zeal for life out faster if you tazed me right in the coconut.

It's funny how a single thought can strike you and turn your perspective of that particular day completely. Manipulate a good day into a bad day, taint your heart with a melancholy undertone.

It really is.
What?

I didn't think my birthday would ever be the trigger for such a mood, yet here I sit, typing out yet another miserable journal entry because I don't seem to know how to do anything but whine about my life lately.

LIVEJOURNAL EXPLORES NEW GROUND.

I have my health, my mind and my whole future to look forward to.

To Zeus, All-Father:
I have found the perfect target for your shenanigans.
Love,
Tim.

So what's got me bluer than Saturn this time? In 15 days I will be celebrating my 20th birthday, which while exciting put things into a wild perspective for me.

Ah yes the big 20th birthday.
Yes.

I'll be halfway to 40, a third of the way to 60 and a quarter of the way to 80, by which time I'll probably be the lonely old lady pictured above, gazing out at the spattering rain wondering where my life went, how my glasses got so thick, my memory got so bad and my jowls so saggy.

The entire sum of your life adds up to one quarter of 80 years. Every single moment has added up to not even a quarter of a century.
Seriously how long do you want to live?
Imagine if life stretched on into infinity-- what would be the point in doing anything? The fact you have limited time to do shit is kind of your motivator.

Musing over big matters like who whatever little money I may have collected over the years will go to. Will I have a husband? Kids? Grandkids? If the past 20 years is anything to go by I'm supposing no.

Well to be fair you could really only have gotten married in the past two years.

Maybe I'll even think back to this moment and wonder what on Earth I ever had to whine about in comparison to the pains of crumbling bones, the frustration of stairs and the pang of loneliness when I realise it's my 80th birthday and not a single card has dropped on my doormat to tell me this, because no one remembers the bubbly young woman I once was.

Now that is sobering.
I actually had a similar thought while I was teaching at my shitty high school. "What if I look back on this and think it's nothing?"
So I've now vowed to make that the darkest chapter in my life.
So instead of whining like you I did the manly, Space Marine thing and took a vow.

Only the frail old lady with the mottled hands and mop of white curls occasionally seen wandering with her shopping trolley to Tesco every Wednesday just for a bit of company and a loaf of bread.

In fact I one day aspire to be old enough to use that as the excuse for how crotchety I am.

Maybe that little girl didn't realise that you should be careful what you wish for. That the promise she made to herself was a foolish one, that 15 years on she'd be sat typing this and regretting every carefree syllable of nonsense she would let escape her mouth without any comprehension of how hideous being old and alone must be.

YOU'RE 20.

She didn't really comprehend what being a spinster entailed. Did she realise the flow of hormones that came with puberty would change her perspective? How could she foresee the anguish of being a teenager watching her friends grow up, caged in an aging body, forced to face facts, scared and helpless.

I think there's a Warhammer quote for this.
I know that always cheers me up immensely.
Let's see. Theme: doubt, fear or perseverance?
We have:
Perseverance and silence are the highest virtues.
Fear is the Mind Killer.
The Mighty have no room for doubt.

The sparkling intuition that children have that makes them think nothing bad will ever happen to them as long as mummy and daddy are around being torn away in a messy operation that left many scars only seen from the inside.

I can't remember the moment they became separate. It happened in a whirlwind of spots, flab, taunting and embarrassment. Braces and glasses, disgust for my curls, attempting to eradicate them with brushing and gel.

Or how about this one?
The present changes the past from moment to moment. Only pray for the future to vindicate your action.

The awkward nerd trying to fit in with her peers, praying personality really does count for more than a pretty face and slim frame.

Only the insane prosper.

The realisation that it didn't, that my prettier friends were receiving valentines day cards and being asked on dates. The confusion when girls I would deem worse looking than myself also seemed to understand the art or dating. Now I have to dig deep to find the skipping carefree girl, peel through the layers of inner pensioner that seem to line my body, the part of me that worries, the cleaner, the tea-drinker to find the scared little girl shivering and blinking through tear filled blue eyes.

Cease purpose and die.
There is not a problem in your life that cannot be solved by a 5-15 word sentence from a Warhammer rulebook.
Anyway this entry has gone on long enough and suddenly I feel like doing something else that isn't a bunch of dumb melodramatic bullshit.

Imperator Gratias

Oh what's this?
Furries, etc.
Also note the first post about filters.
I do love them filters, man. Especially since they share three common themes:
1. "I've set up a series of filters to ensure relevant postings." Implying, what, anything about your life is interesting or relevant?
2. "If you want to be part of my super secret fan club, you have to ask and I'll consider you on a case by case basis." This is probably my favorite because I cannot imagine anyone seriously doing this.
3. "If you don't do this you'll be missing out on some of my better postings" and yet most people manage to post once a week to once a day without the filter about such subjects as their illegitimate lovechild or the multiple affairs they've had so I'm left with the perplexing idea of what's behind the filter?

One thing to note...I have my public posts, then a filter for my "friends only" posts. Those on my "friends" filter get everything from meme's to silly comments to serious, thoughtful posts. You need to ask me, to be added to that filter. I will decide on a case by case basis.

WOW, EVERYTHING FROM SILLY COMMENTS TO MEMES! THIS TRULY IS THE PINNACLE OF READING.

If you had to relocate to another city, what would you miss most about the place you're leaving behind.

Wow I can't help but notice you asked a question with a period. Today's WB:

If you had to relocate to another city, what would you miss most about the place you're leaving behind.

And her answer:

I don't have to wonder, since I did just this.

Having been in my new town about a week now, homesickness is hitting me pretty hard. While I miss the places I would go to eat and the sights I would see, what I miss the most right now is my close circle of friends. I tried to hang out with the local fandom group, but that's been though.

Fandom.
Ohhhh boy.
I get the feeling I'm in for it now.

On the last Sunday of May, Locke took me to the top of Lookout Mountain in Colorado. There, with a herd of deer standing near and watching us, he got down on one knee and gave me a ring. He asked me that special question.

....with tears streaming from my eyes, I squeaked out a "Yes."

Furries are allowed to get married and reproduce.
Truly there is no justice in the world.

I still try to have a social life, despite the obstacles that keep arising. The one local weekly furmeet Locke and I go to got moved from Saturday to Thursday night. "All right", I thought "We can actually go more often now."...Wrong! The same week of the day switch, my work decides that they need me every Thursday night. This makes it very difficult to attend the meet.

Furmeet.
So-- I guess that's where annoying douches go to dress like mascots and FUCK EACH OTHER IN THE ASSES?

We were able to sneak down to Animeland Wasabi for a bit last Saturday night. We meet up with Laken, Blue, and Salem. Laken wore her newer suit "Axelle" and I wore

You're going to something called "Animeland Wasabi" dressed as a wolf.
What has happened in your life where that occurs to you as something you can actually do and it seems like a good idea?
My favorite author, Brian Jacques, has left this world. While my heart mourns, a familiar passage from a story of his comes to my mind.
Poor Brian Jacques. He had a cool story about a sentient mouse who becomes a knight and look what furries did to it.

Oh, he used Wikipedia. That a really reliable source for information. (italics denote sarcasm)
Remember, kiddies, Wikipedia is a good place to START. Take the time to follow the links and find other sources. So say my English and Speech teachers.

Actually it is a good source of information, usually. Just read the Dante's Inferno entry. It's accurate, short, filled with primary sources-- were this any other source it would be a great thing to use but NO WIKIPEDIA IS AUTOMATICALLY SHIT.
Of course I suppose that relies on a certain level of mastery of a subject so you can identify when Wikipedia is off its own ass so who the fuck knows.

What animal best represents your inner spirit? If you had to wake up as an animal, which one would you choose, and why? Are your two answers the same? Why or why not?

Right now I am so fucking pissed I accidentally sold 30 toad skins in FFXIV I'm sure my spirit resembles a giant fire breathing golden lion or some shit.
WHAT THE FUUUUCK WHY DIDN'T I PAY MORE ATTENTION?
FUUUCK I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW AND IT WON'T LET UP.

Back around my birthday, my brother got me a couple random PS2 titles, Mojo! and "Sega Genesis Collection". Mojo is odd, but a fair time killer. I've only played a couple titles on the Collection, mainly Comix Zone and Ecco the Dolphin. All the titles on the Collection are just retro kick-backs. Nothing too deep or involved there.

>just retro kick-backs
>nothing too involved
>Phantasy Star 2 is part of this collection
Are you fucking kidding me?
EH JUST A QUAINT RETRO KICK BACK NOTHING LIKE ROCK BAND FUCKING II WHICH I GO ON AND ON ABOUT.

I'm still spending way too much time on Rock Band 2.

And you know what's really grinding my shit now? Every six words is a hyperlink to Google that searches whatever she's talking about so now I have to copy every goddamn sentence into wordpad because if I don't it'll fuck my entire formatting up.
I'm glad she's not a Phantasy Star fan actually because then she'd be going on and on about the characters and every word would be a goddamn link to Google.
YOU KNOW RUDOLPH STEINER IS NAMED AFTER A SOCIOLOGIST WHO FOUNDED A SCHOOL.

Speaking of my kitsune self, I was "caught" tonight. I went in for a restraint / recovery class, as part of my training. I happened to be wearing my RMFC shirt from 2007. As I was walking out after class, Carin (the instructor) saw the back of my shirt.

Caught.
Because you were wearing a furry shirt.
That'd be like wearing a shirt that says "I love cocks in my ass and face" and being amazed when people ask if you're gay.

"You were at the fur con?" she asked. I confirmed that I was, for that year. It happened to be the year that RMRP was the charity for the con. We chatted a bit about the con. Then she straight asked, "So, are you a furry?" I said yes. She said, "That's neat."

"Keep your creepy shit away from me, freak."
CREATING A HOSTILE WORK ENVIRONMENT, ONE OF THE MANY SERVICES I CAN RENDER.

So, instead of the con, we putzed around the den, guitar hero-ing and other activities. *wink*

Gross.
Wow this blog is really boring.
Anyway I think I've put off ending this entry for long enough.

Oh it's 3 in the morning.

Well I had planned on writing an entry but FFXIV decided to be a total bitch and I ended up spending four hours soloing a quest instead of asking for help.
I did it though, by God. I swore that zombie would stay dead and stay dead he did.
Totally worth the velveteen cowl I got.
Definitely couldn't make that myself.
Hey wait--
Oh well another quest down.

If you were given the opportunity to spend two weeks in any country in the world free of charge, which country would you choose, and why?

I actually spent a lot of time debating about what the most common answer would be for this one.
Japan is the most obvious choice but after careful consideration I actually chose England for its hipster factor and I'm proud to say careful scrutiny paid off because England is by far the most common answer.
Maybe it's just the time I checked but I didn't see Japan once. But bint has this to say:

I'm not sure this is even a question.

What, is it confusing?
I'd visit either Japan or Greece myself. I am a huge weeaboo faggot but Greece does contain the Home of the Gods.

I had typed up a lovely and angst-ridden couple of paragraphs about London and the United Kingdom and how I miss them (inspired by a re-watch of Series Four of Doctor Who, which just culminated with "Journey's End," which will ALWAYS make me sob like a frightened child separated from her mum), but then LJ ate those, so I'll take it as a sign to stop my whinging, be pleased -- in fact, delighted -- with the world that spreads itself out before me, and shove all the "far away can bite me" angst back into that little tiny corner of my brain (or is it heart?) that it has colonized and will not return.

(But seriously. I should never watch "Journey's End." Ever.)

So--
what?

Getting into the writing mood sometimes requires strange things from me. Partly it requires stormy, chilly, or otherwise overcast days (I am rubbish at writing when it is sunny, or warm); generally it also requires a particular beverage (usually a mug of tea, although iced coffee can be substituted if it is one of those strange days which is warm and/or sunny and on which I have still found myself capable of writing).

I already told you my secret.
It's a commonly documented fact that all successful writers considered themselves visited by spirits or muses or whatever and that's what powered their writing.
Even the typically deeply Christian John Milton claimed this shit.
Naturally they're all batshit, but I think there's something to this frame of thinking. You have to write when you are closest to death, and you are no closer to death than right before you sleep.
Because sleep is the brother of death, see?
Ancient Greeks had this shit figured out.

If it weren't for my pocketbook (and the fact that I have yet to find a cafe in America that can brew me a decent cup of tea), I would write solely in cafes; as it is, I resort to them and their iced coffees more frequently in the summer months. Winter writing can, if necessary, be done at home (though of course it can also be done in the company of crazed Wrimos at the local cafe, preferably with Viking helmets and too much caffeine).

What the fuck is even happening at this point?

And then there are days like today, where writing somehow demands that I get dressed up for it. I'm not even leaving the house, but I've got mostly new clothes on, I've done up my hair (more or less), I know which shoes go with the outfit should I decide to wear them.

I'm fighting the effects of sleeping pills at this point.

Partly this is because I cannot think in pajamas.

Aren't you from England? Don't they spell that word "Pyjamas"?
Whatever.

Partly it is because creating some kind of routine spectacle around the writing process somehow makes me more likely to knuckle down and write.

Did you know Tendai Mountain monks become one with the cosmos after several years of virtually nonstop running and then they starve themselves for a week?
A ton of monks die before this right is completed but supposedly if you can finish it the effect will be so immense you'll immediately become enlightened.

This is probably very silly, and I should try to wean myself off of it -- and yet, for what it is, it works remarkably well.

Oh yeah I'm sure what you produce is just grand.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go put on some lace-up brown leather boots and start writing.

I'm pretty sure most successful authors don't even get dressed most days.

Currently quite frustrated that conclusion will not just up and write itself. Finding conclusion very inconsiderate in this way. Am contemplating pretending that conclusion does not matter, but do not think this would be terribly effective. Am also

Am also denying the use of first person pronouns.

contemplating a conclusion that involves the assertion of every Austen reader's desire to hang out with Austen and be awesome. Professor has encouraged this conclusion strategy, though in more scholarly terms. Have possibly consumed too much caffeine to think straight because oh that's right English Breakfast tea has caffeine and so does coffee and maybe lunch would be a good idea around now.

(Do not pet the thesis-writer. May bite.)

I hate everyone.

God, on days like these, Wheeler is my safe place. When I'm on the fourth floor, flitting from office to office and having deep and meaningful conversations with professors and fellow students about the nature of life as seen through literature,

I'd like to think our conversation would last all of five seconds.
Actually I have perfected the art of not giving a fuck to such a degree I actually project a palpable aura that keeps people like this away.
Yes but it's not for the temporal rewards I seek enlightenment.

all of the rest of it just seems to go away, and I just stop worrying and start belonging. I'm tense and nervous and worried a lot more than I should be right now, what with so many things proverbially up in the air, but when I'm talking to people about English (or when I'm in Professor Puckett's lectures) I feel like the world makes sense for once.

So meanwhile Black Library (the publisher of fine Warhammer books) is looking for new authors. I expect to be accepted into this order as soon as my entry is finished.

I feel like this, at least, is something I understand, and perhaps more importantly, something of which I am a (possibly even integral) part.

It's a great story I'm cooking up, too. Truly it will fit alongside Legion or Draco.

Well, I'm back for my final semester at Berkeley (and still freaking out a little about that fact). Within a little more than three months, I'll have written my 40-60 pg. honors thesis, completed my last classes as an undergraduate, and possibly put an end to my career as a student at Berkeley (there's a small chance I could come back for grad school, but that's rather doubtful).

Oh no, 40-60 pages?
Oh but it's double spaced so it's really like 20-30.
And after you fuck around with the margins it's really like 25.
And after you dick around with the character spacing it's more like 23.

Because they're almost over. And I hate them. And I want to die, and I'm never reading Jane Eyre again. (At least not for two years, and maybe not until I decide to use it as the set text for the coda to my PhD dissertation, which, yes, is taking shape in my mind at the moment and does need to end with a half-chapter on Jane Eyre in its current nebulous form. Yes, this means I am already thinking about the topic of my PhD dissertation/first published academic work. I'm a dork like that.)

I'm currently perfecting a new technique of not giving a fuck. The harder they douche the less I give a fuck. It's the perfect guard.

ANYWAY, my actual point in this entry is to tell you about a really nifty online writing tool that someone else recommended to me and that I like thoroughly. It's called 750words.com and it pretty much is what it sounds like: a site where you can go to write 750 words each day, every day. What they're about is totally up to you, but you're encouraged to write them on a daily basis.

This is a bad idea for a reason I can't even guess currently.

What you write is itself entirely private, although the site does have some cool features that analyze what you write in an attempt to determine your mood, your prevailing concerns, etc. and you can decide to share that information with the public if you like. I really rarely recommend techy stuff, or writerly stuff, but I really like this.

There it is.
It's like I'm being enlightened through douchey blogs. I knew it was a bad idea before I knew why.

Mostly, I like it because I can write 750 words of more-or-less stream-of-consciousness venting in 10 minutes, and doing this every day for the past 10 days has been something to look forward to.

Know who cares about stream of consciousness?
No one in their right goddamn mind.

Also, I just really like the site design. Very simple writing interface, which I am currently in love with (instead of your words working down the page, the page scrolls up as you write...like a typewriter!),

That sounds really annoying, actually.

sleek design overall, and -- because no way would we be doing this without rewards of some kind -- there are BADGES! You get new badges depending upon how many days in a row you've managed to write,

Surely your honors do not extend as far or shine as brightly as this.
I'm not sure that link will work, actually. You might have to be logged in to my FFXIV account to see it.
Oh well, can't be assed to figure it out.
This entire paragraph might not make much sense to anyone but me.

Let's review my schedule for the next few days:

12AM tonight: Jane Eyre paper due. I've written maybe 2/3 of it, and have yet to complete an entire first draft.

>drafts
O ye plebeians.

What is the best book you've read this year, and why?

The Odyssey because not a year goes by I don't read it.

As usual, this is a question that demands multiple answers, because it's me we're talking about, and I rarely read one good book per year.

And Dante's Inferno.
Again, not a year passes.

Which fictional world would you choose to visit, and why?

The grim dark far future of the year 40,000, naturally.

It depends if by "world" you mean a particular planet, or a particular universe. If I'm choosing between different planets/planet-like spaces/planar domains and dimensions, the first one that comes to mind is Narnia --

Oh God shut up.

My life is crazy, but even people like me who deliberately seek out insanity deserve some peace and serenity, even if it only happens after 10pm. As such, I'm going to go make myself tea, get a few cookies, then shut myself in.

You don't know the beginning of insanity, graduate student.
Try teaching in a ghetto high school for 4 months and maintain any vestige of sanity.
TRULY I HAVE A WILL AS UNBENDING AS IRON.

my room in my comfy sweatpants and my big bulky thermal and socks my grandma knit me so that I can watch the new episodes of Bones and Big Bang Theory in blissful solitude.

OF IRON FOR IN THAT FOUR MONTHS THERE WAS NO ESCAPING THE DEMONS IN MY OWN MIND.
This blog seems really douchey I wish I could stay awake longer to contend with it further or if I could focus on her words at all.
Instead I'm just rambling about totally irrelevant shit.
So like I normally do I guess but I feel like this deserves a deeper analysis.
MONDAY, THEN.