Let's HURRRRRG

So after my major surgery and some minor stomach problems after the prescribed antibiotics turned on me I'm completely fine now. They also gave me Vicodin to "deal with the pain" but since my delicate system apparently can't deal with simple antibiotics I think I'd wind up pulling a Jimi Hendrix. Besides, the pain of having four teeth violently wrenched from my jaw pales in comparison to the pain you retards put me through three times a week.
I'm not even on Tylenol anymore.
It might be my superhuman constitution, come to think on it.

I am officially a second year pharmacy student! I survived this semester unscathed and managed to pass all of my classes! THANK GOD.

Yeah there's no escaping this theme today. PASSED ALL MY CLASSES HURR DE DERP.

I may not be the student of the year or the top 10% of my class, but I feel proud of myself for at least not failing this super ridiculous program.

Waiting for the "it's harder than medicine!" line but pharmacy technically is so I'm not really sure what's going to happen now.

I'm going to celebrate by spending the weekend in Baton Rouge watching my amazing boyfriend graduate.
I feel so grown up. :D

Oh, okay. Whatever.

I know, I know. First I delete my livejounal, and then I undelete it and post twice in one week. What is the matter with me?

I'd say the first time around you had a good idea then you lost it and then really lost it. Twice.

I originally decided to delete my livejournal because, let's face it, no one really updates that much anymore.
I will go months without posting, and when I do it is never anything interesting or particularly on topic in my life.

Had to do some minor editing to force her to the point.
Also: glad I picked this blog after reading this. I know most blogs end up this way but here's the guarantee.

I guess the main reason I aborted Mission Delete LiveJournal is because sometimes I just need a place to get these thoughts out of my system for everybody (i.e. nobody) to see.

Oh if only they would invent some sort of collection of blank pages bound and with a cover and with the word "journal" stenciled on the front in fancy gold letters.
Hey wait--

Only two finals left. Tomorrow's final is ethics/law and it will be easier than pie.

That's why I got a B in my educational psychology class. Apparently "consequentialism" isn't an acceptable philosophy in this, the year of the pussy 2010.
I'm not saying it's right I'm just saying that tends to be how things are. People don't really care if you, like, really really meant well. They want results, and the better the result the more the bad shit you did on the way can be justified.
Besides other famous consequentialists include Machiavelli and the Buddha so clearly some smart people share this view.
Guess I'm too smart for these fags, huh.

To celebrate, I went out to lunch with Laura and her sister Mary, played some Final Fantasy XIII, and Mom made chicken pot pie.

>Celebrate
>FFXIII
Girls playing video games, man.
Oh but it's okay, you might say. That's just the series evolving. No, no it fucking is not. That game is a step back in every category that counts. The only thing that game did right was the social networking (I.E., the part girls like). PUBLISH YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS STRAIGHT TO FACEBOOK YO.
"Oh look, I sat through three melodramatic, soap opera-esque scenarios in a row. More Gamerscore for me!"
Now I'm reading about how she broke her Zune and I'm so flabbergasted at how fucking dumb this is I forgot to breathe for about ten seconds.

And that day, not only did it fall out of my pocket on to the hard tile while I was walking, but it hit the floor, I yanked it up my the headphones, let it slip out of my hands, it hits the floor again, and I accidentally kick it in this big jumble. It was glorious.

What, were you trying to break it?

So my Zune is broken. It froze. I restarted it in my usual fashion, but this time it makes an ominous clicking noise and goes to a "5) Contact Support" screen. Luckily, it's still under warranty until June.

You know everyone goofs on Microsoft for being this evil mega corporation (which they are) but if that were my company I'd take one look at the Zune you state in writing to habitually drop and say "no, you're too stupid to keep it working. I'm not going to fix your fucking problem for you."

I can't decide what I'm going to do for lunch. It's not even lunchtime yet, but there is absolutely nothing left to do but contemplate lunch.

And apparently gnaw my ear off about it. Holy fuck, I could be training Pokemon, hunting monsters, shooting gangsters, working on Warhams-- today is my oyster and yet here I sit. Listening to you prattle on about nothing.

For all those about to vomit from all the love talk in my former posts (or for those just sick of love talk from Valentine's Day in general), I'm about to gush about my boyfriend.

No I got that out of the way yesterday. But please, this is why I don't vomit but once in 12 years. Lot of practice thanks to douchey blogs.

I'm sooooo in love with Brad. This is the happiest I've ever been. It's absolutely perfect. I know I'm being cheesy. I know, I know, I KNOW. I'm just so glad I've got someone so amazing and sweet and smart and funny and AWESOME.

Suddenly the guitar solo going through my headphones seems comically out of place.
FUCKING RAD. Oh by the way: boyfriends.

We can just chill. He sits at his computer and plays Heroes of Newearth. I sit on his bed, knit, and watch Supernatural.

A cynical man might suggest this is why you get along so well: he can sit and play his shitty Warcraft 3 ripoff and you don't bitch at him constantly.

One day we're getting a French bulldog named Jean Claude and a white Persian cat named Rocky. This shit is happening.

What?
I was going to ask for the context of this but on second thought: no, keep it to yourself.

My second favorite part of the beach trip was listening to the first Harry Potter book on audiobook with Brad. The actual sand, sun, and salt water did not make the top five list. I'm not really a beach person. >>;;

You're boring.

It's been over eight months since Brad and I have started dating. It's clearly not our anniversary or anything, but today I just realized how long it's been.

Oh my God you're one of those people. I've met people like you. "It's our two month and three week anniversary!"
"Errr, congratulations. I guess."
Seriously is every day that much of an accomplishment for you?

My longest relationship was ten months long. Yeah, that's a little sad compared to one of my friends who's been in one for five years now. (oughcougherikacough) But even that ten month relationship had its own issues and drama well before the eight month mark.

I just wiped my mouth and got all this cool bloody crust stuff off. That's kind of what this blog reminds me of, actually.

So in reality I've actually finished two of my twelve DS games. Pokemon and Phoenix Wright.

Oh.
Oh.
Oh this problem can be solved gentlemanly. We will battle and whoever loses must leave the internet.
I'd like to warn you I have a new head smash Aggron, freshly RNG bred from SoulSilver. Basically anything not really defensive and resistant to rock is going down.

Recently Brad has gotten me addicted to MapleStory. I have a level 32 fire/poison magician.

>MapleStory
>game

I am tired of being sick! First I had this gunk growing in the back of my throat that made it hard to swallow. Yesterday I couldn't stop throwing up.

OH BOO HOO. Holy shit look at that winner head smashing his way through all these shitty bug Pokemon and taking no recoil damage.
It's a dinosaur made of metal. Going to give him rock polish and I'm thinking either metal burst or low kick. Metal burst seems like a cool idea but since I'm attempting to outspeed things with him I don't think a move that only works if you go second is such a smart idea. Also his glaring weaknesses to common move types mean he probably won't be able to take much of a hit.

In other news, I am almost done knitting my first pair of socks.

Although I could give him a focus sash, ensuring he can take a hit then metal burst it right back in their face but that seems kind of contrary to the point of Aggron as a physical sweeper.
Anyway I have a couple of movesets to finish and most of them involve mining for red shards, so while listening to prattle on about socks is real interesting and all I have to PREPARE FOR WAR.

So you want to get featured on Livejournal

Why would you want to do such a stupid, drama-inviting thing? Well, it's your life, so I guess I can't talk you out of this, but I have noticed a recurring theme with "spotlight blogs" on Livejournal. First, most of them are communities first and blogs second, so I guess you do have to invite other mouthbreathers to join in on your fun, but that's all right since that's more attention for you.
Second and perhaps most important is you must have every single safety lock on the blog. You have to have the one at the start where you have to agree you're 14 or older, then every subsequent post needs to have that same agreement before you can read.
If I'm 14 coming in, I must be 14 when I click on an entry, asshole.
Also the current featured blog has an entire two posts (both introductions) so this leads me to believe the amount of child safety you have on your blog far outweighs any actual content in terms of how good it is.
So we have twoooo possible choices for a blog today. "The Truth That Came Before" (???) or 「いつでも今日が、いちばん楽しい日」　（？？？）
I have some grammar reservations about the latter but we'll skip over that. Rest assured I don't think it makes as much sense to normal people as it makes to her.
I think we'll be taking a foray into weeaboodom today because reading this other cunt's blog has me almost immediately wondering what's going on with my new Head Smash Aggron.

Came pretty close to ragequitting FFXI a couple weeks ago after being tortured by a particular piece of bullshit known as the Thief AF questline and following that up with more crappy salvage runs.

I'm sorry I take back everything I was about to say about your blog.

The quest in question pits you against a series of dice rolls that repeatedly screwed me over, turning what should have been a 30~ minute in-game trip into a boring and frustrating five hour chore that took me a week to finish.

Actually if I recall you just have to beat three people at dice, so realistically it'll take as long as it'll take. I think the average time is something like three hours, mostly because the game appears to cheat like a motherfucker.

Then I got my Scholar past level 60 and finished that set of AF quests and... oh yes. :D (PS: SE, salvage is still retarded)

"Do you want to do a salvage run?"
"Sure."
"Let's do Dynamis instead and cause a lot of drama and fall apart instead."
And indeed we did.
That's the only reason they invite you to any Linkshell activity, by the way. Your entire goal is to find treasure. You contribute nothing to the actual fights as a thief.

And, actually, said annoying dungeon in Okage prompted me to start Persona 4, which... wow... is awesome. I mean, I enjoyed P3, but P4 is just... wow. Squee goes here, etc.

>Squee
Here our relationship turns.

Considering the hardware, the game looks fantastic, the story's pacing is good and tone is a little lighter,

>story is a little lighter
>these games typically focus on the apocalypse
Soooooo my main problem with Persona 4.

Enjoying the Obama administration yet? Hope you're exercising your rights while you still have them.

Yeah because McCain would have been so much better.

Finished Persona 3 + FES stuff. Game was fun, but too long.

>fun
>too longWhat the fuck is wrong with you?

Someone was asking for some advice on Monk the other day... when in reply to my comments about Monk's AF he said he was too superior (aka lazy) to use macros, that set off some alarms,

They punch things. I went 55 levels of samurai and 55 of warrior without a single macro. You don't need macros as melee classes. Not while leveling, no.

and when he said he had a haubergeon ready for when he got to level 59, I about slit my wrists (not really) and told him he should just stop playing the game before his fail got even worse.

??? Has this fucking game changed that much since I quit?

The story was totally whack as far as concept with a worldview I can't agree with,

OH LOOK AT ME CAPTAIN LITFAG THIS STORY CONFLICTS WITH MY WORLD VIEW SO THEREFORE IT IS A BAD GAME.

Well, on Tuesday I made the trip up to San Antonio for my Microsoft certification test. San Antonio's roads are a mess (lots of construction) and it was hard to find the place...

>San Antonio
>San Antonio
>SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS

You bet. As someone whose post-apocolypse gaming goes back as far as the old game Wasteland, I was really looking forward to Fallout 3.

Big fan of the post-apocalypse setting and can't even be bothered to learn to spell it in the interim 21 years between Wasteland and Fallout 3.

Spent Single's Awareness Day on FFXI getting Samurai from level 68 to 71,

Heh, heh, heh.
So I found her character in FFXI (I think) and I must say for someone so pro at leveling and gearing her gear is pretty average-to-good at best.
Anyway I'm now bored of her bullshit. I must turn my attention to the MAJOR SURGERY I'm having tomorrow.