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Let's take a break from all these women blogging and go for a guy blogging.
You know what I say: all guys with blogs are gay.
Read this shit. I can almost see the fedora through the monitor.

I was in despair, I tell you: utter despair. There had been no sightings of any feathered beings anywhere near any of my feeders, bar only Black Phoebe the Tyrannical Flycatcher posing on the hanger while she watched for insects to massacre; I quite thought all my efforts to be in vain. Spurned, I felt. I did.

But I was just making a cup of tea, in the classic British manner, when I happened to glance out of the window - and lo! Hummer! Zooming around the feeder, trying the sunny side and the shady side alternately (I was worrying at five o'clock this morning, whether it would get too hot for the little birdies under our relentless sunshine), pausing on the hangar, being entirely darling. So that's okay.

How much money do you want to bet this queer is American?
And fat?

Today's good news: the bottle of vanilla extract didn't break, tho' it fell from a great height and not much like the gentle rain from heaven* upon the plates beneath.

Today's bad news: those plates. They did break.

M'wife says "So fucking what?", but, y'know. I get so sick tired of dropping things and breaking things and so forth, and yet I continue to do it.

He never says "my" it's always "m'" which really leads me to believe he's tipping his fedora every single time.
Like run through this thought exercise with me:
"my wife"
"m'wife"
"my lady"
"m'lady"
What do you think?
"My wife" = man with wife
"my lady" = knight
"m'wife" and "m'lady" seem like an incomplete thought. The clause needed to finish the thought would be "he said, tipping his fedora."

As with most of my bad habits and character flaws, come to think. I read once that short-sighted people are often clumsy, and I drew solace from that for years, decades; but solace wears thin in the end, I find.

Anyway. We get to buy new plates, yay?

Also I am instructed that I should point out that m'wife is taking shameless advantage of her inside track, and has posted a list of my award-eligible stories on her blog. Hrrumph.

(Also also, I hadn't realised quite how little I published last year. Good grief: what happened there?)


*Which, I might put out, we are still waiting for, here in NoCal.

>NoCal
>faggot doublespeak for "Northern California"
Got you you motherfucker.
You're not British. Stay where you belong, Amerifat.

Actually, at the moment I'm quite in favour of lists.

British spelling.
Do you hear that? It's the sound of neckbeard rubbing against double chin.
Actually I just found out his irl name (Chaz Brenchly dude what) and if you google him you can see he does indeed have a neckbeard but appears a reasonable weight. Also he's wearing a baseball cap but I feel that's just a replacement for the fedora.
Inside it's all fedora.

In my backpack I have put changes of jeans, of shirts, of underwear. I have a small pharmacopoeia of chemical aids and bathroom appurtenances. I have my phone, the Laptop of Utterable Delights and a spare little bag full of cables. I have my sunglasses and my reading glasses. I have a book and my Kindle (and, again, my phone: now with Kindle app applied).

I do believe I may be ready for a day and a night in the city. 

"laptop of utterable delights"
"laptop filled with porn"

So I have all this lovely goose fat, which as we know is yummyscrump for roasting potatoes. What I'm wondering, though, is how else I might splendidly use it. I don't really have enough for a pot of confit, alas; but in any case, I'm thinking of more general uses. F'rexample,

I'm sorry, can you run that by me again with none of the pretention?
Oh that's right you can't because you just seriously asked Dreamwidth how to use goose fat.

I came home this morning with a lovely piece of skirt steak*, which I am browning for tonight. Is it wasteful of me to be browning it in goose fat, or will that make a blessed contribution to the complexities of flavour...?

I did also come home with small quantities of various rices, for purposes of playing with the new toy. And yet, and yet - we are not eating rice tonight. This is because I am an Imp of the Perverse, and I want to make beef stew in a pumpkin. Because I can.


*The word "steak" is added here purely to obviate and head off at the pass any tendency among my readership to go "fnar, fnar". Or local equivalent.

 I'm going to need a minute to decompress after reading that.

Redefinery: where crude language is converted into smooth innocuous prose. Lede-free.

 I'm going to need another minute.
In fact brb I'm going to play a game of League of Legends and take this out on hapless idiots.
Jesus that didn't even help.
Uhhhh.

M'wife has the sleeping sickness.

Isn't that seriously fatal?
How'd she get that?
You only get that in Africa.
Like deep Africa.
Like the Congo.
What's happening?

Down to the farmers' market this morning, for the usual round of fruits and veggies - strawberries, raspberries, broccolini, fennel, kale, brussels sprouts, beetroots, Chinese beans, chocolate from the nice Vice lady* - and also to drop in at Leigh's bookstore, where she was hosting three local foodie writers.

The note is talking about chocolate being a vegetable.
But it's not. It's a seed, technically.
I know because I just googled it.

I just spent a thousand bucks on lumber for the fencing.

I should like it noted, though, that at least I did it in American. Bucks, you say? Lumber? Very well...

So let me tell you about League of Legends.
I suck.
Then I get a bit better and a magic number in the game starts matching me with better people.
Then I suck again.
Until I learn--
Then the magic number goes up and I suck again.
I can't see this number but it must be there because I'm facing increasingly tougher competition.
It's like Caesar says. Better first in a village than second in Rome but okay, at this rate I can be first in Rome.
But whoa hold on. I was used to everyone sucking so hard they couldn't even buy their own champions so I'd just play all the free rotation once and I'd at least know what everyone was going to try to do a bit.
But now I've rotated up enough that people can buy their own champions.
So besides the usual free rotation (because they're not that good yet to just not use free rotation) I'll encounter at least 3 people using shit I've never even seen.
Like spike turtle man. Apparently named Rammus?
Then Vlad the gay vampire who is surprisingly not bad at all--
And nothing prepares you for this. You just get in range and hope you don't die to a move you didn't know existed until five seconds ago.
Meanwhile half your team is screaming at you for dying too much because you've never even seen half this shit before and you're too busy telling them how you're going to find where they live and staple their lips to their own assholes if they don't shut the fuck up about how bad you are because you've only been playing this fucking game for a week and I'd like to see how fucking good you were the first week in--
it's all very stressful.
But if you go 14/7 with Ahri because you've been studying a lot about how she works no one says a fucking thing.
Basically the quest to not be a scrub lord is intense and fraught with screaming middle schoolers.
Much like teaching.

That may be the first time I've ever fried a strawberry.

Welcome to Freedom.
So what the fuck am I supposed to do for the song of the day huh
All I've been listening to all day is gay Korean pop.
So I guess it'll have to be that.
Oh by the way don't get excited and think the girls are going to kiss at the end. I've seen this video 197 times and they don't.
So let me explain to you what this group is about.
Much like all pop bands created by committee they're all the same so the thing to set this one apart is they're all slutty.
You'd think someone would try a group that can sing.
That's ostensibly The Wonder Girls (I know a lot about Korean pop, ok) but the thing is they can't sing either so I don't know what that's about.
I guess they did have that song Nobody from like 2003 or something but that doesn't count because I don't think any of those members are still in the band.
Then there's all the bands that kind of blend together in their mediocrity.
KARA
miss A
Girl's Day
Afterschool
These are real. You can look these up. It might sound like I'm making up but I promise you I am not.
Then there's all the single singer spin offs from previous girl groups like Hyuna and Gain--
am I going insane?
What am I talking about?
Then it gets really confusing when the Korean girl groups cross over with Japanese has beens or never weres--
like when Afterschool did a song with Namie Amuro.
That's a thing I listened to.
That's not even the most obscure Asian music thing I know. I have a CD of Matsubara Miki's greatest hits in my car.
That's a Japanese bossa nova singer who had a couple of minor hits in the late 70s and early 80s.
That's a thing I know about.
Is this being a weeaboo or is this neurosis at this point?
No wait that's not the most obscure thing about Asian music I know.
Midori Kinouchi's 1979 one hit wonder Yokohama Eleven is.
That's a song you can listen to on Youtube if you want.
89 people have listened to it.
How do I know this
am I going insane?

Let's-- I think we've been here before.

I've clicked on this blog previously because the name is linked in purple instead of blue. Have I reviewed it? All blogs melt together in their mediocrity. Probably not, I'd remember a name as pretentious as "Me and My Euphonium". How this evaded my auspices last time is beyond me. I probably saw a lot of words and said "nope".
Blogging is a lot like school where you end up reading without really reading.
Anyway you may have heard today is the day John Lennon died. With that said everything must be Beatles related (I'm currently listening to AC/DC):

Which song by The Beatles is your favorite, and why?

I cut the link but the words "The Beatles" links to Wikipedia in case you're 12 and have never heard of them. In which case you shouldn't be answering this because you have no informed opinion about The Beatles but whatever.

This is another difficult one. On one hand, there's Hey Jude which reminds me very much of Hawkeye football. Go Hawks!

I-- what?
The correct answer is "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" incidentally.

There are a number of them that remind me of my ex. I think that I will go with Let It Be. The "Mother Mary" is interpreted by some to be a Catholic reference.

Oh no shit? Mother Mary might be a reference to Christianity, how about that?

Paul explained that he was referring to his own mother named Mary.

If I ever write a song I'm going to reference Jesus Christ but then I'm going to later explain it was my friend Jesus (pronounced hay-soos) and "Christ" is just a title so it's your fault if you think I'm referring to Jesus of Nazareth.

I'm not picking this simply because my own mother was named Mary and today marks 3 years since she passed.

Oh I see.
What?

Ah, Catholicism. If you're not Catholic, it's a bit of an enigma, but if you are, it makes perfect sense.

Yes it comes from the Greek "καθολικός" (Katholikos) meaning "universal" so it's the "universal church".
I'm not even Catholic. How do I understand this? It should be a bit of an enigma to me.

After going to mass a number of times this past year, I began to understand it. I also began to understand its appeal.

Its universal appeal.
I'll stop.

The message delivered isn't always the most engaging, but there is a sense of security in the rituals. I can see the comfort in the structure. Once you get past the questions, it can even be a little relaxing to an outsider.

The questions?
Like the questions you personally have (as in "how could any of this shit even happen?") or the questions the Catholics have to you (like "WHO ARE YOU OUTSIDER?")
Also isn't that some shit? Universal church, huh. What about the Orthodox churches that are at least as old as the Catholic church?
Some universal church.

It's actually more interactive than a Protestant service for those of you unfamiliar with what happens in there.

Still now following you, dog.

I can see how an engaged flock would find the idea of leaving for another sect that isn't so engaging a bit odd.

I'm pretty sure the point of going to church isn't so you'll be engaged, it's to avoid a perceived afterlife spent in hellfire.
I say put your faith in All-Father Zeus but I guess you're free to worship the corpse god Jesus.
CHRISTIANITY: 0
ME: 1

As often happens in these posts, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I guess its just something to ponder.

Whoops! Forgot to have a point!
Speaking of I had a particularly hilarious conversation on that Omegle website I referenced once or twice a few weeks ago. This idiot was going on about how fascinating it is that he needs to drink water because "your environment affects your needs" then he got very upset when I pointed out your body is 80% water and you need it to live biologically and it has nothing to do with your perception.
HURR ARGUING SEMANTICS YOU RUINED MY PERFECT PHILOSOPHY
Bro I don't even know what you're trying to argue don't get all up on my tits about it
YOUR PARTNER HAS DISCONNECTED
then I remembered why I don't go to Omegle anymore.

Where do you draw the line between habit and addiction? What's the longest uninterrupted period of time you spent gaming?

A habit is something done out of tradition, an addiction is something done out of compulsion. There is no line to draw. They are different things.
Also the longest period of uninterrupted gaming is probably somewhere in the 6-7 hour mark. I recall missing lunch and dinner (and getting an awesome headache) when I first started FFXI many moons ago.

A habit is just that. An addiction is a need for something not so very healthy that you can't control.

Considering part B of this question, I would guess that the author is a gamer or is tired of her significant other doing so. Okay, my longest continuous gaming session was 17 hours after which I told my siblings that they would have to beat their own damn video games from then on as I wasted a weekend home from college.

>Wasted
>video games
nope.

Ambiguity always makes life interesting.

I hate when people say shit like this.
I don't know what the fuck is going on in my life right now. It's very ambiguous.
I GUESS IT'S INTERESTING BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I WISH IT WASN'T.

So goes another day. I got scratched by a cat a bit ago. This one is the now fully grown kitten.

Connecting thoughts are difficult.

You know what. I look sexy in stubble, but that's just my humble opinion. I ran out of shaving cream and haven't shaved in a few days.

THIS IS A GUY?
No way.
No fucking way, don't believe it.
This is a bearded lady.

I went to a little coffee shop afterward called Muddy Waters that's close to my apartment. I had the turkey bacon pesto sandwich. Yes, Elizabeth introduced me to it.

I CANNOT BELIEVE I AM READING ABOUT WHAT THIS JACKOFF HAD FOR LUNCH.
IS THIS WHAT PASSES FOR ENTERTAINMENT?

Hello, all. My meeting this morning was productive.

>meeting
>productive
Man are you from bizarro world or what?

Okay, I am single again... so it seems. Elizabeth (alias)

Oh what's up, I have reviewed this blog before.
I think I was just as surprised it was a guy then, too. Let's see.

I'm betting this is a guy. I have no reason to believe this. I'm literally just picking at random.

Oh, fair enough, me.
Yeah, in fact, just reread what I wrote there for my full review of this blog. This is just an addendum.
Man my brain is collapsing in on itself now. I just linked a blog that I've already reviewed and then linked the review where I reviewed the blog previously (that contains a link to the blog).
Ha, ha, oh yeah, he wanted to start ballroom dancing. This was an entertaining review if I do say so myself.
Wow this is compelling. Me typing a review of my review.
Oh well it's probably the only time I'll regard another blog favorably, even if it is my own.
Anyway I have to do some school stuff. If you check back to Wednesday you will see my FFXIV character is up another level and another pugilist rank so I'm rollin'.

Such is the fate of the enemies of man

Here's some shit. You have to agree you are over 14 to read each entry and yet she still censors all of her language what's the point

Did you know .....

*Acting isn't really acting... it is simply playing off each other emotions..

Acting isn't even acting, man. Deep.

*You can kill a man if you kick him hard enough in the face....

Did you know it only takes 10 pounds of pressure in the right direction to break an adult male's neck? Keep that in mind.

June 16th we met for a walk in the park...

Silently walking around kicking our feet. He was one of my first of many dates to come. There was trails behind the trails in the park, slightly little off roads of hiking.

TRAILS BEHIND THE TRAILS AND OFF ROADS AND KICKING FEET THIS IS GOOD, CLEAR, CONCISE WRITING

Walkin around trails as we talk about really nothing of importance. Stories about basic life, old relationships.... both very closed books, but yet attracted by the paper back covers wraped around our pages.

Our mom's are both saints...well,... his mom is a saint and I said my mom is an angel.

Plurals~

ok ...... remeber those gothic type teddy bears they used to sell at like a hot topic and spencers.

"remeber"
this is becoming so common pretty soon it'll be standard spelling.
No, you illiterate halfwits, "remeMMMMMMMMber" has some extra consonants in it. You don't even say "remeber" unless you live in the hills or some shit.

what where they called?...

..............Teddy Scares.... ( that actually took a while to figure out )

So here's the scene at my house currently:

"I am Society's Abortion"

I had a good friend (oh mister man ) say this to me today.

If a friend said this to me I think we'd stop being friends. What a cunt.

I sat there racking heads and Smashing minds on different points of the world.

I'm guessing it doesn't take much for your mind to smash or your brain to wrack. Meanwhile my brain is still full of fuck.

Why we so scared of being judged?

I FEAR NO MAN.

As I shake your hand or give you a hug, I can tell you're eyein me up

No I'm not.

Your judgin me before I even handed you the opportunity to get to know me.

Oh yeah because you're so deep and there's so much to know.

People are so amazing if you get to know them.

Not really.

I'm an open book, but just like a book you wanna start with page one, sometimes you get lost if u start in the middle.

You remind me a lot of a school book.
That is, I'm kind of obligated to read and say I will read and may get as much as a half in before getting bored and just looking up the summary online and then getting an A on the test because, lo and behold, there's not that much to know in the first place.

I'm AWESOME and I know it!

My name is Anna (on-ah)

Onna. Are you Russian? You better fucking be.

Lets meet up and see where it goes... you could be my something special or I could be yours.

Let's not. How about that?

We never know... don't try and play with me like I'm a doll, I'm smarter then that. I'll pick you apart and figure you out if you try.

You couldn't figure out a VCR.

I’m not all clingy and needy, but I like attention

No, a girl on Livejournal wants attention?
I don't even believe it.

I wont pry for it, if I don’t get it that’s okay, just don’t get mad at me if someone else does give me attention and they steal my interest.

Oh so you're a whore. I get it.

I have an insane sex drive but I’m not slutty. Being whore-ish just seems so morally unjustified.

Recent textual evidence would suggest otherwise.

So tell me…. Did I peak your interest?

You didn't pique, peak, peek or Pict my interests.
Anyway I think I'm out. Got this thing to do where I go to school and learn about empowering vocabulary or something I don't even know what's going on please help me.

Ho-hum

Do you know what Linux is?
Well, it's sort of like Windows in that it's an operating system, but it's totally different from Windows. Linuxfags will claim Windowsfags are slaves to Microsoft and how Linux frees you (I don't think that's how this shit works bro but whatever), but the acute irony of the entire thing is most Linuxfags are slaves to their own PC, because most of the operating system's drivers require you to at least compile them yourself, or sometimes outright write code to get shit to work.
With that out of the way, let's begin~

This art­icle is for you if you’re a Cana­dian foot­ball fan, you don’t have cable TV, you use an oper­at­ing sys­tem which doesn’t run Microsoft Sil­ver­light (such as Linux) and you can’t afford to go out to the bar all the time to watch foot­ball games.

So you're writing yourself an article. I see.

I may have described only one per­son (myself)

Oh. Well, at least you're self-aware.
So now he goes through the process of getting this... Whatever to run. Take note that a Windows user would have just installed Silverlight (fuck I hate Silverlight) and be done with the mess (after you reset five times to get all the updates). Let's see what working this sorcery on Linux entails.

The first and most import­ant part is to install rtm­p­dump, a util­ity which you will use to actu­ally down­load the video stream. I’m using a rel­at­ively ancient ver­sion of rtm­p­dump and I don’t think it mat­ters par­tic­u­larly which ver­sion you use.

Okay so you need the toolkit first. This makes sense, I guess, and an internet savvy person could find this easily, so I guess it's not too bad so far.

From there all that is needed is a way to get the rtmp URLs of the game you want. To use the script below, you give it a link to a game you want to down­load — some­thing of the form http://​watch​.tsn​.ca/​c​f​l ​-​g​a​m​e​s​-​o​n​-​d​e​m​a​n​d​/​w​e​e​k​-​1​-​a​l​o​u​e​t​t​e​s​- ​v​s​-​r​o​u​g​h​r​i​d​e​rs/

I guess this all stands to reason.

#!/​bin/​bash
match_​name=$(echo “$1″ | sed ‘s,\(http://.*\)\(week-[^/]*\)\(.*\),\2,’)
q=0
# get through all the videos (quar­ters) linked to by the given game (“epis­ode”)
for i in $(wget –q –O — “$1″ | fgrep ‘#clip’ | sed ‘s/\(.*#clip\)\([0 – 9]*\)\(.*\)/\2/’ | uniq) ; do
src=$(wget –q –O  — “http://​esi​.ctv​.ca/​d​a​t​a​f​e​e​d​/​f​l​v​ /​u​r​l​g​e​n​j​s​.​a​s​p​x​?​vid=$i” | sed ‘s@\(.*\)\(rtmp://.*\.flv\)\(.*\)@\2@’ | tr –d ‘\n\r ‘)
echo “sav­ing from $src“
echo “sav­ing to $match_​name-$q.flv“
rtm­p­dump –r “$src” –o “$match_​name-$q.flv“
q=$(($q + 1))
done
# cre­ate dummy file so we don’t know before­hand if a game went into over­time
if [ $q –eq 4 ] ; then
touch “$match_​name-$q.flv“
fi

What.

I bought a new laptop a couple days ago. For the past 6 years I’ve been using Macs just about exclus­ively; for the past 3 years or so it’s been my Mac­Book that’s been my main machine.

I see, so Linux is where you go when Mac is no longer pretentious enough for you.

Fuck! This! (said as Crispin Glover from Drunken History: Nikola Tesla)

What.
I just noticed your avatar, man. It's really bothering me. Stupid shit-eating grin, knock that the fuck off.

I'm itchy all over. Just a little bit. The Internet informs me this is either dry skin, an allergic reaction, an iron deficiency, liver disease, kidney disease, an intestinal parasitic infection or lymphoma.

Anyone else rooting for lymphoma?

I'm usually one of the first to talk trash about linguistic prescriptivists.

Definitely rooting for lymphoma now, Jesus Christ.

And then stomp on their glasses when they're crying. The irony is that I actually try to stick to prescriptively correct grammar in my own speech.

I roll my eyes at who people claim that English has a subjunctive—

Err-- "She was required" would be subjunctive, wouldn't it? Since it requires a conjunction, hence sub- -junct-ive? Am I crazy here?

but at the same time I use the subjunctive in my own speech and I start envisioning bloody trails of dismembered limbs whenever I hear a sentence start with "if I was ..."

Am I going insane?

I think the issue of prescriptivism vs. descriptivism extends far beyond grammar.

All right chucklehead let me solve your problem for you. Grammar is descriptive (that is, "describes shit that we see and do" to to all you non-assholes) to a point, but at some point some people (sometimes even one person) sits down and decides for all of us this is how we should be speaking grammatically (that's the prescription part, where someone prescribes how language should work).

So, back to prescriptivism in linguistics. There's a very interesting class of words in English called auto-antonyms, words which are their own opposites.

All right it's far too early in the day for my brain to be filled with this much fuck. I don't even have class for another two hours.

The word "literally" literally means "not literally" (depending on what dictionary you go by).

... No it doesn't. The word "literally" comes from "literal" plus "-ly". It means "involving" or "in accordance with" (there's another subjunctive for you, asshole).
Many people use it in a one-off, sarcastic manner but that doesn't mean the word itself has a whole new meaning. If I say sarcastically "wow, you're a really cool dude" am I suddenly going to rewrite the dictionary definition of cool to read "not cool"? No, because I'm not living in a 1984 dystopia where the government is trying to reduce language to only one word: "yes".

Some of you might cry bloody murder and say "those aren't the correct uses of those words, though!" to which I would reply "fuck you, prescriptivist, and prepare to have your glasses stomped on".

You don't even have an argument for your bullshit outside of threatening physical violence.
That is a good point. Those aren't correct usages of those words. What do you have to say about that?

This isn't a new phenomenon, either.

Hey I asked you a question. How are those correct?

So far as I can tell, there are three solutions to this problem:
Become a more literal Nazi and install a brutal dictatorship

I skipped some shit just to highlight this point.
So your only answer to someone who disagrees with you is to threaten and then call them a Nazi.
Okay, nothing to see here.
I don't even give a shit about this, what's it, descriptivist versus prescriptivist bullshit because quite frankly no one does and it's so stupid and petty only pretentious college idiots have enough free time to argue this nonsense, but I do enjoy pointing out you're an idiot.

As any­one born around 1980 would know, gam­ing reached abso­lute per­fec­tion with the release of NHL ’94.

Excuse me?

I think I’ll work a bit more on the novel today, some­thing I haven’t done in prob­ably a couple months. I always kind of knew, but it’s become increas­ingly obvi­ous that the core of the novel isn’t so much a story as an explor­a­tion of human­ity, the defin­i­tion of human­ity and espe­cially the rela­tion­ship between human­ity and lan­guage

I think we're done here.
He's like a triple-nerd, I can't believe it.

OH MY FUCK LIVEJOURNAL COME ON MAN

Well they finally redid the Livejournal user interface and needless to say it's fucking shit.
The news post about this says a lot of shit that, to me, basically boils down like this: "WE MADE IT A LOT EASIER TO ORDER SHIT FROM OUR SHOP BUT SCALED THE USABILITY BACK ON EVERYTHING ELSE."Holy shit. You idiots do realize usability isn't a finite resource and you can make everything convenient, right?
Anyway I managed to analyze, adapt and overcome or whatever that series of actions is.
So here we go for our blog today: Love Keiko. I wonder if that's her signing a letter or an imperative sentence. LOVE KEIKO, NOW!
Either way not happening, but we'll see how this goes.

whoever said art school is easy, well screw them. it's HARD and damn expensive.

And won't get me a job in anything. Oh, and if I'm really good at it I don't really need a degree in it in the first place.
... Wait, why am I majoring in art again?

which totally sucks cause in most universities, the arts school gets the lowest end of the budget. but i'm adjusting.

Don't want to hear it from you fags. Litfags, sociologyfags and nursefags all share one building at my university while you art idiots get to stretch out in three cushy buildings.
I mean I guess I can see sociology and literature sharing a building (it's virtually the same thing when you think about it) but at least give the people who are going to be giving people shots and other important shit their own space to think.

met some totally awesome people. which is SO weird how much easier it is to make friends in college than in high school.

Let's see. High school, where you are forced to attend and everyone is raging jackass versus college where it's optional and most people are there by choice. Yeah, real surprising it's easier to make friends in college.

i guess cause here i have a clean slate so it's not like anyone can hold 6th grade drama against me. that's a good thing, ne?

>ne
>her name is Keiko
not sure if I should be angry at this.All right I'm going to cut you some slack here but I'm watching you. Scum.

i feel like shit right now. and here's why:

so i was crossing the street out of a development into another lane (try to picture it). i guess my turn was a little too wide---either way the guy next to me was DEFINATELY speeding and our cars brushed each other. BRUSHED!

No you have it backwards. Your turn wasn't too wide, he was too far into your lane. His fault, don't know what to tell him.

i started waving and apologizing but he started cursing and pulled over so i did too. i apologized and said it was an accident but he started cursing and yelling at me!

Keep driving. Don't look back.

but desperate times called for desperate measure so i started begging him not to call.

Go ahead and call, asshole. All the cops are going to do is confirm you're in the wrong. But go ahead and make a jackass of yourself.Man girls are dumb.

my class was lazy as hell so many are going to community colleges. I SURE AS HELL am getting the hell up out my house (thank GOD!)

>community college
>lazy
Yeah have fun paying thousands to take English 101.

it's amazing how the ppl who were your BFF in middle school---how now you hate their guts--and the ppl you never knew before are now your BFF--and with growing up with so many diff. ppl, how many you really didn't get to know.

... DEEEEEEEP. Putz.

and even THAT isn't enough because i have relatives from nigeria LIVING down here!Relatives from Nigeria.

So this is a black girl I guess?
Weeaboo implies white, so-- WHAT'S THE TERM FOR THIS OH JESUS CHRIST HELP.
Also now I can officially rage at you throwing Japanese words into your English, even though you haven't done it since.
You're a crafty one.

then like very classic ghetto wannabe black girl she got loud with me and i got loud back.

Oh, classy.

i mean, it wasn't even that serious. i wasn't mad because i didn't take it to heart.

Ain't even mad, etc.
Oh, joke's on me: all these posts are from 2007. Fucking new Livejournal, I tell you.
Anyway none of this is important. What is important is check this shit out:You mean I can drink from my official FFXIV cup while playing FFXIV while watching the official FFXIV commentary while reading my official FFXIV map all while my character wears this:I'll take 15!
Also look at that fucking cover, goddamn. They finally got the people who know how to make video games back.
Oh looks like it's coming out on the PC first. Glad I got 4500~ on the benchmark, woooooo--