The future is trivia.

Man.
You know what I'm really tired of? Bible quotes. I've been getting that shit constantly lately due to some of the classes I've chosen. Christ, I thought I took Milton read EPIC POETRY not some convoluted church government scheme because of what Paul said to the Ephesians.
Anyway, I had a specific criteria today: no Bible quotes in blogs.
Do you know how fucking long that took?
What the fuck is the matter with you people? There have been books written since that are perfectly quotable. What, just because the Bible says it's "true" suddenly you have to follow it in exclusion to all else?
Is that really all it takes to trick you people? All I have to do is write a rambling guide to life and at the end sign "P.S.: This is true" and I'll get millions of adherents?

Today we are going to talk about WTF Am I Going To Do In The Future.

Why is that a proper noun? Are you like a medieval writer and suddenly anything that Sounds Important is a Proper Noun (see how that works)?

So I had this great plan to skip my senior year and go to Clarion, where the older sister goes, and get like credit for my senior year for it! Except two problems: 1) my school is being douches, and they also are being incredibly indecisive and 2) I really, really don't want to go to Clarion. Clarion's lame.

So you're transferring to another school for no gain on your part?
Sounds logical.

I basically have to go all next year instead of any graduating early. Because! I need financial aid. Basically, I have found my dream school. But it's expensive. Really freaking expensive

What the fuck am I reading? So you have a dream school you want to attend (who cares) and to do that you're transferring to an irrelevant school you hate-- ugh, whatever.

Mostly like, "if you can't even give a speech how will you live in nyc by yourself!!?!?!!??!"

Connected thoughts or the rambling of a fucking mental patient?
I CAN'T SPEAK KOREAN HOW CAN I POSSIBLY HOPE TO LIVE IN OHIO!?!?!?!?!?

First of all, giving a speech and living in nyc are very different things. At least, as far as I know. Secondly, I just don't know if I could do the lame graduation speech. I don't have the boring speech voice.

Talk like Virgil does from Dante's Inferno (the game). Man, I wish Virgil would follow me around in Jedi-ghost form and narrate my life.

I don't do a very good job of not saying inappriopriate things. I think I would probably insult a lot of people on accident and various other bad things.

Who gives a fuck? Also she's so incredibly racy and working blue that she later censors the word "fuck" from a picture. Good fucking job, twat. Yeah, you're real racy and insulting.

Right now there is a really nice, brand new Gym Class Heroes shirt, Draco Malfoy one, Corpse Bride one, Raven from Teen Titans ones, and Inu-Yasha one. So go buy them!

Thank you. XD

Oh, related story: on the front page of my university's website is a guy wearing a Kingdom Hearts hoodie. On one hand I can feel vaguely superior to the rest of the campus by that simple virtue alone, but them I remember to anyone looking in I'm with these chucklefucks. Shit.

3) AND. I apparently only ever get any fic written while I'm at school! XD
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LOLZ if you guys be having any cheering up sort of things I'd be glad to be getting comments of happy! Cause...I don't know how I'm going to get through this year, guys, srsly. D:

Oh and there's a picture of you-- are you a boy or a girl?
Your cheeks and lips would lead me to believe girl, but your haircut and your nose are kind of masculine-- okay, trying you to imagine without the coke bottle glasses.
I'm going to guess-- girl?
Controversial call on my part. When in doubt, assume ladybro.

I also have new hair, but no pictures yet. :)

Great.
Now she wants me to fill out a questionnaire about myself. I didn't know this blog came with a homework assignment. I might have rethought my participation.

9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?

I sure hope not.

10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

No, no and yes.

13. What is your favorite memory of us?

When I put the tags on this abortion of a post and ended it.

17. Can we get together and make a cake?

No. I only make cake with cute girls.

18. Which country is your spiritual home?

I would have said America yesterday, but after hearing the Fist of the North Star dub in Italian I'm going to say Italy.
How multicultural am I, by the way? American watching a Japanese cartoon in Italian with French subtitles.
Man there's like four languages at work there.

E) LOL at fans. Like, I know I'm all obessive fanboy, but wtf everybody?

BOY?
BOY?
WHAT?
Well we really can't make a cake now.
I went back to study your picture some more and after discovering I could make it bigger I probably would have picked boy. Should have checked to see if I could get a bigger resolution shot, silly me~
Man that blows my mind. I didn't know guys typed like that.
I know this is probably going to bother anyone reading this, but even though he's not --technically-- a chick he still acts like one, so I'm awarding full points to myself for the earlier call of "girl".
Man, I sure can call them.

Fear not the creatures of the jungle but those that lurk within your mind

Good grief, why do I have to click to read each of your entries? Why would you do that, outside of to piss me off? It's not like they're so long having them all fully expanded would be ungainly long like, say, The Scarlet Letter. Shit, most are one or two sentences at most, so what the fuck is your problem, friend?
So here we have The Core Dump, which is kind of what I wish my computer would do while I'm reading it because then I'd have a plausible excuse to not be reading it anymore. "Oh, blue screen. Better do something productive with my life now."
But, alas, I built this TITAN to avoid exactly that kind of problem, so oh well.
Although I did buy a Seagate hard drive for it because I LIKE TO LIVE ON THE EDGE.

* 20:10 @tibek Led Zeppelin or Bond? Not that they're not both good. #
* 20:16 @tibek That is so awesome. Proof positive that the world likes good music! #

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Oh, that's brilliant, right? "Hey, let me take something already probably out of context (Twitter) and make it even more out of context! Hey, yeah, any reader I have will enjoy this exercise in futility!"

No browser? No USB? No floppies? No problem.

Yeah I got a fucking USB right here for you, you Texan fuck.
Oh shit he is from Texas. I was just kind of assuming.
I can smell a Texan from a mile away. They all have that distinct stink of cow.

On a more personal note, I love my new giant hard drive. I've finished installing very nearly every game I have on it, the latest one being System Shock 2, a classic game which had major influences on later works, especially Portal and, of course, Bioshock. System Shock 2, of course, is not supported by anything after Windows 98.

Of course. Can't find a work around or unofficial patch for that, can you? Just a classic game every nerd on the planet has a chubby for. I "reckon", as you Texans say, that it'd be impossible to fix this problem.

I've found various patches and workarounds for this around the interwebs, some of which actually got the game to run, but none of which prevented it from crashing after about a minute. Sad.

Core affinity, stupid. Turn all (save one) off.
Goddamn Texans.

For a solution, I've decided to go after something I tried a long time ago and never got to work with my tiny hard drive and limiting RAM: virtualization.

Or you could set core affinity, but I guess that's also a solution. Leave it to a Texan to pick the most convoluted solution available.

* 19:22 I want to put virtual machines on my virtual machines (so I can compute while I compute, etc). Is it so wrong to want a fractal computer? #

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You're pushing it, motherfucker.

For about $15, I managed to pick up Audiosurf (a cute little game I've had my eye on for a while, and is well worth the $2.50 they were charging), a grab bag of old LucasArts adventure games, Beyond Good and Evil, and (the biggie) Bioshock.

That's interesting I managed to get all of those for free.
Guess I get a special non-Texan discount, huh?

Super Smash Brothers: Melee (or is it Brawl? I can never remember which is which)

Oh that's easy. Melee is the one basement-dwelling mutants try to turn into a hardcore tourneyfag game when in fact it's a fun party game, whereas Brawl is a game basement-dwelling mutants try to turn into a hardcore tourneyfag-- hey wait.

Today, I'm going to talk about profanity.

Fascinating.

A long time ago, I, being my usual inquisitive self, asked my dad just what it was exactly that made bad words bad.

Nothing. Quit being a pussy.

Like any other literary device, though, overuse will dilute the significance, and overuse of it in casual situations could lead to having nothing left when the situation demands something more.

You seriously underestimate the power of the word "fuck".

I feel like I should be leading up to some kind of final revelation here, but nope. That's about it. I don't cuss. It's weird. Here's a journal entry about it! What do you guys think about profanity?

GUESS I FORGOT TO INCLUDE A POINT! LOL!!
You fuck. You Texan fuck.

I'm going to talk for a bit about my computer. My new computer is awesome.

Oh wow, let me read about this.

My new year's resolution is 1280x800. Seriously.

Current resolution: 1920x1080.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Oh, what's this? What's this? Fifteen Dragon Age: Origin windows open at once.
Because why not?

[EDIT: Hardware installed. New hard drive space: approx. 250 gigabytes.

Oh let me stretch out in my 1.5TB of space. Sure is eeeeeeempty in here.

Current Mood: y so srs?

Current Music: Shinedown - Second Chance

So I think that's it.
Fuck Texas.

Camouflage is the color of fear.

Take that, modern military dress codes.
Today we have some... Thing. She calls herself "musochild" and I've contemplated the possible translation of the word "muso" (or "musou" as it's typically spelled) and unfortunately without accompanying kanji or context it's pretty much impossible to know the real meaning.
The problem is that the word translates one of several ways, and all are horrific cliches in these blogs.
The two most likely candidates are 「夢想」 or　「無双」, meaning, in order, "dream (as in a vision)" and "peerless".
I've also entertained the possibility it's not Japanese in origin, but given the internet and blogs as a whole-- nah.
So what do we have here, a delicate, bard soul or Johnny Arrogant?
I'm going to guess both. I haven't read it yet, but that's my gut feeling.

so i pulled an all-nighter.
then at 6am friend of mine who i've known (and liked) for quite a few years comes online, says hi.
then he says that at a camp we went to two years ago, he spent the whole time hitting on me in a roundabout way.
i say 'you should've told me, i wouldn't have said no.'

Wouldn't have said no. Is that a fucking yes or a no, goddamn?

giving up on men. really. they're all useless, unless they're gay. in which they're just as useless, except nicer about it.

I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

do you believe that angels watch from above? the grass is green, but is it green enough?

What the fuck?
No, no, we're not doing this. Next entry.

Name: Claire
Nicknames: Clairebear, Isolde, Princess, Trigger, Clarabella, plus a multitude.

Claire. Hi Claire :3
I particularly like your nickname of "Isolde" first because it's really pretentious but second because of Iseult (as she's typically known)'s bad end. Crushed to death by a Cornish knight.
Nobody fucks with Mark of Cornwall.

About Me:
me?

Really?
WRITE ABOUT YOURSELF.
WAIT, ME?
No, stupid, the other you. Putz.

i'm a little bit strange, i guess. i like beautiful and bizarre and eccentric and weird and wonderful things

Wow how unique.

i'd like to go back to south africa, the beloved country, and fly away to ireland and walk the streets of london in the glooming joyous rain, and run to russia inside a lucent dusk.
i saw a glassmaker today, and fell in love.
aaaaaand i promise i'm not this intense all the time.

I have such a fucking headache.
Unrelated, probably, but still doing nothing to help--

Music:
don't ask this! so much music. right now i'm a little bit into 70's and 80's rock, but i'm a bit of an indie chick normally.

Claire confirmed for hipster bitch.
Speaking of not shit music (the 70s and 80s bit of her sentence): Billy Idol covered Simple Minds "Don't You Forget About Me". I just found out about this.
It's really good, actually. I mean, Billy Idol is always awesome, but there's pretty much no reason to cover the original because it's good as-is, but it's still a really good cover.

plus, i'm a classically trained soprano, and i love to scat.

Classically trained annoying, more like.

Movies:
arthouse and french! oh, and i kinda love star wars. a lot. that doesn't make me a geek.

I always have a problem with people who answer a question like that. What movies do you like? OH I LIKE FRENCH MOVIES.
... Okay? I didn't fucking answer your question with "oh I like American movies," did I? No, I gave you a direct fucking answer. What kind of French movies? I've never seen a French movie in my life because I like my movies to be about cool things like bounty hunters and samurai and shit so needless to say I never have much of a reason to see what's going on in the Land of the Franks, so you're going to have to help me out a little.

Books/Authors:
irini savvides, virginia woolf, ted hughes, sylvia plath, markus zusak.

Oh wow. I've never met someone who honestly admits to liking Sylvia Plath.
Actually I tell a lie: I have met one person. I nicknamed her The Torso.
(She had a really, abnormally long torso. I think she was a xeno)

more weird dreams.

Huh that's almost close to the opening of a really awesome book I know about.

read the new margaret atwood, year of the flood.

I'm not typically a fan of contemporary writers but Margaret Atwood wrote a book about Odysseus' wife, Penelope, that I (for a second) debated checking out. I ultimately decided against it because if I wanted to read a book about women and their periods I'd just check out what's up on Livejournal and add another brilliant entry to my already formidable List of Honors that is this blog.
YOU JUST GOT DESTROYED, MARGARET ATWOOD.
Also Livejournal
Also Penelope
Also literary tradition
Goddamn that was a fucking megaton of a burn.

weird post-apocalyptica satire on christianity and mob rule, crossed with a brothel, some gene splicing and CorpSeCorps.
bizarre. it'll take a second reading to understand.

Huh that's funny. That sounds a lot like Warhammer, except really stupid.

5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last: now? the whirring of my computer. last? through glass by stone sour at band practice this afternoon.

What

going on schoolies on saturday. more yay!

>Happy about going to school on Saturday
Well, Claire, I must say you're not the worst blogger I've ever had the pleasure of meeting but your blog is still pretty fucking bad. Might I suggest trying to be less of a hipster bitch and just rolling more with what you like, versus what makes you look cool?

Ha, ha this is faaaaaaaaaaantastic!

I think I found an offshoot of the "dark purple background with the moon and birds" background: the "dark purple background with black grass" background. It's like the Nazi flag, really: when you see it, bad news.

I'm not really sure what's going on with me at the moment. I seem to be ridiculously overemotional, I cry at the slightest thing, and I am absolutely emotionally exhausted with it.

WOMEN. AM I RIGHT GUYS?

WHILE I N

EED ONLY GET A WHIFF OF SOMETHING CONTAINING FATS AND BALLOON IMMEDIATELY
INTO SOME SORT OF ELEPHANT/HIPPOPOTAMUS HYBRID?!

I'm completely out of control.

My thoughts run screaming out of my head, out of my mouth before I can save myself. My feelings are completely alien to me.

Oh my DS appears to be in another room. Excuse me one moment.

I feel like I'm observing myself through bulletproof glass, and every now and again the realisation that this is my life, that I'm the one who has created every circumstance that has led me here, hits me like cold water. I lay awake all night and sleep all day. I haven't been to work or university in days.

So I have been having a hell of a time RNG abusing for a good Spiritomb. I'm planning a balling all ghost team now that my OU team is finished. It's kind of hard to explain what happens, but rest assured it's bullshit.

Weeks. I can't even concentrate on things that would normally make me happy. I'm scaring Andrew and upsetting him and pushing him away and I know all this and I still can't stop it.

Hey, here's a good seed with a delay of 598 and a frame number of 12. Worth a shot.

And it doesn't make sense. I mean, the circumstances of my life are so stable.

Generate adjacent frames-- blah, hit 596. Two off.
Oh right, you.

I have someone in my life who loves me and wants to take care of me.

I should probably reset slightly sooner instead of waiting slightly longer. I usually find that works better.

I have a place to live, a job, a degree course I ought to be enjoying, I lead my favourite society.

WOOOOOO hit it second try.

What if, no matter where I go or what I do to try and make myself into someone who can do all those normal things that other people can do, I'm doomed to be this tired, useless, shattered thing all my life?

Wasn't there a DLC quest line about that exact topic in Oblivion?

I feel like I'm some kind of colossal fraud, and someday soon everyone is going to realise that I really have no grip on anything in my life, and sheer luck and fucking tenacity has got me this far, shit!

Better to be fucking lucky than just plain fucking. I don't mean the latter as a verb, by the by.
Newly hatched Spiritomb :3
Time to calculate some motherfucking IVs.
He's alert to sounds which means... Odd number in speed stat? Hmm.

Today is a good day. Woke up, went to the MacLab to cram, did exam (not too difficult, not massively easy...it was sort of meh, and they made us stay an hour even though EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD HAD FINISHED T

HE FUCKING EXAM...

What the fuck? This is college, right? Get up and fucking leave. They're not the boss of you.

We've been together a mere eleven weeks now, but we've already been engaged for nearly a month. Sometimes a thing just IS right, and with Andrew I have all the things I have ever wanted.

Hurr I'm a durr
Goddamn missed my frame by one again. I guess it really is three, despite CHECKING IT FIVE FUCKING TIMES AND IT CAME OUT FOUR FUCK YOU POKEMON.

It's four in the morning and, instead of snuggled up under my duvet I am sitting here freezing my ass off under the glare of the oh-so-homely blindingly bright striplight in my room, trying to muster up the energy to write five hundred or so words that I have been putting off for DAYS.

500 words is three fucking paragraphs.

23. At the tender age of 19, I have already had my heart broken 3 times. I mean properly, 'can't-stop-thinking-about-you-fuck-why-d

on't-you-want-me?' broken.

Girls are dumb.
So now I'm stuck in a weird position of not wanting to play with my DS and not wanting to read this bullshit, but I also don't want to read fucking Henry David Thoreau (homework), so I think I've officially entered what scientists have dubbed the "clusterfuck spiral".
I guess it's time to bite the fucking bullet and see what's up with captain Henry "I don't make sense from sentence to sentence" David "gayfag" Thoreau (he needs two nicknames).