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My philosophy class seems to be alright. Something I can probably do. We just went over the syllabus and he started teaching some basic logic which I already knew ’cause I took logic and critical thinking in second year. S’all good. Pugsley is a funny fellow. English. Makes me laugh. I’m able to use my laptop in class, too. Which is nice.
Was able to catch all my buses and make it home in an hour. That was nice. I hope I’m able to do it every time.
Dad was fighting with Mom. The argument travelled down here. He was seriously out of line and it was starting to boil my blood, so I interjected by yelling at him that he’s an asshole. He didn’t snap out of it and realize that everything he was saying was ridiculous. He just kept going. Then after they finished the bulk of their argument, he yelled at me for calling him an asshole. Didn’t phase him a bit. He didn’t stop for one second and think, “Hey, my own daughter just yelled at me that I’m being an asshole. Maybe I’m a little out of line or something? Maybe I’ve said something wrong?” Nope. He just kept going. He doesn’t respect anyone. Anyone with feelings different from his own, he doesn’t respect. He doesn’t respect Shane, he doesn’t respect Mom, and he sure as hell doesn’t respect me. I’ve tried everything I can to make him listen to what he’s saying, to really hear what he’s saying to us, except run away (which wouldn’t matter as much now, seeing as I’m 21) or kill myself.
I won’t apologize to him. He doesn’t deserve that. But if he asks for one, I won’t know what to do. I don’t want to apologize. But if he asks for one and I don’t give him one, I don’t know what will happen. I have a feeling I’d probably break down crying. But what would that get me? Crying doesn’t bring me anything except humiliation. Especially in front of him. And he wouldn’t even care, anyway. The last time I cried in front of him he just stood there and looked at me dumbly. No consoling hug. No, “It’s okay, I love you.” He just put some water in the pan I was using to make bratwurst and started making salad.
He made a fucking salad.
[4:44pm]
I especially don’t know what to do when Mom asks me to apologize.
No, Mom. I wasn’t joking. I meant it. He is an asshole.
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Title in honor of Sarika’s rather apt impression of how Bill says “Sookie”.
Tuesday night, we ended up renting The Day the World Stood Still. I also got another pair of capris and a blue t-shirt. Hurray!
Welp! Wednesday night, Nick and I went to Matt’s house over in yonder Winfield for a little BinaryChaos barbecue/semi-potluck/get together/whatever evening. It was excellent and excellently hilarious. I got to meet Nik finally in all of his chefly glory. And Stu. Fishuu bailed on it last minute so I was the only girl again. B’awww. Anyway. People got very drunk and very high. Hilarity ensued for everyone. We left around 12:30 or so + Caleb ’cause he needed a ride back to Rutland. And Nick needed to pick up a CRT from his place. All was well and good.
Thuuuuursday was my birthday shindigitypoo. It was excellent, as are all gatherings among friends. I got a slushee from Stephanie (<3), the Elfen Lied boxset from Cam (<3) and the standard $20 from Chris because… he wouldn’t be Chris if he didn’t give me $20 every year (<3). Oh and I got my money back from Tyler, because he got it back from our something-Lopez friend, since DDS2 got lost in the mail. Then I gave the money BACK to him ’cause I found another copy of it for a reasonable price. Anyway, the metroid cake was a success (that reminds me, I should upload the pictures from my camera). You can’t go wrong with chocolate cake and fruit roll ups.
Anyway, we went out shopping again today and I got a looooovely, veeeeeery comfortable grey shrug. So. Effing. Comfortable. We got Subway for dinner. And now we are watching more True Blood. Speaking of which, Sarika- your first True Blood disk is kind of wonky. Like, we couldn’t select the last two episodes from the menu chapter selection thing, it would just take us right back to the menu. Then I went to an earlier episode and tried to skip through it, but instead of going to those episodes, it would take us back to the menu again. Then instead, I tried to just fastforward and the same thing happened. Then I tried to put it on my computer, but it froze up my whole computer. I cleaned the disk a bit and it still had the same problem on my computer, but then it worked in the DVD player well enough for us to get the last episode that we needed. Anyway… we’re onto the second disk now and it seems to be working better so far, so that’s good. :]
Cam, Danny, Nick and I are heading to PNE on Tuesday for the day. We’re also gonna hang out with Craig when he gets off work, so I’m pretty stoked.
School starts on Monday.
The boys left again on Friday for the weekend. They come home tomorrow. Wah.
[12:47am]
Sarika- Your second DVD is pretty fucked, too. The last two episodes, yet again, don’t play properly. It’s a wonder I got episode 11 to work. I don’t know if I’ll get the finale to work. I’m downloading it myself anyway, just in case. But yeah, the DVD skips constantly and makes REALLY loud digitized screeching noises. It was actually one of the most irritating experiences of my life. XD. Friggin’ Chinese pirates. THERE’S ALWAYS A CATCH.
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Well, I’m not sure what to update about. I got 85% in Anthropology, which is awesome. I’m still waiting on my English mark. I wish it would hurry uuuup.
The boys are gone. It’s been really nice ever since :) Even though it’s only been like thirty hours since they left. It’s been a blissful thirty hours. They won’t be back until maybe mid-afternoon on Thursday.
Mum and I started watching True Blood yesterday. We watched the first five episodes. SO MUCH SEX. Every time there was a raunchy sex scene, I’d yell about it to Craig. It was pretty hilarious. Sex aside, though, I like the show so far. I actually like the southern drawls and the tall, dark and handsome vampire named BILL (I lol’d pretty hard).
Mum and I are going out window shopping today and then we’re hitting up Kelly O’s since I get to eat for free. :3 It will be nice. We’ll probably watch Candy or more True Blood tonight. Or maybe mum will watch more Firefly, who knows! I do know that it’s just a day of Dawn and mum. And I’m happy. :)
Oh yeah, my cake is going to be an old school metroid – Super Metroid style, pixels and all. Hopefully, if we can get the pixels to work.
I need to make some zucchini cake tomorrow for teh Canada Day party.
Annnnd I need to go now, I think that’s all I have to update about in a nutshell.
Oh yeah, it’s my birthday today.
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The title of this blog is in honor of the moment I gave dear Danny my wedding gift to him (an expired $10 off when you spend $50 or more at Mark’s Work Warehouse coupon), during which I said, “here, buy yourself something nice.” It was one of the most hilarious moments of my life.
My exams were alright. My hand was in serious pain by the end of them, but they’re over now! Christine had our tests marked by 6pm the day we took it, I did decently. I ended up getting 85% in the class, which is awesome enough for me. Don’t know what I got in English, it will take her some time, probs. There’s a lot of reading to do. Ah well.
So anyway, I went out to lunch with someone today and he may or may not have asked me out (truth: he did). I am so fucking awkward. Seriously. I felt so weird and I didn’t know what to say. Ultimately, I said no. I’m just not interested in dating anyone at this point in my life. I’m a busy lady and I enjoy being single. So hopefully this does not put any kinks in our friendship. That would suck. So I hope not!
I am now at Danny’s house. We (Cam and I) ate dinner here and he is working on art projects while Cam and I fart around doing whatever.
GOOD STORY.
I have a headache. :(
Hang out with Cam tomorrow + Transformers with Mommy and friends at night.
Dad and Lee are going out of town on Monday through to Thursday morning. I’m so fucking excited. Just Mom and I for three sleeps. AWESOME.
Well that’s all for now. I’m going to go back to feeling a little bad for turning him down, even though I shouldn’t because it’s not something you should feel bad about. But I do a little bit. My conscience! >.<
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I was going to blog about everything that’s happened since I last blogged about something real. I won’t be able to, though. I can’t recall everything. I suppose I stopped blogging after my second class started. I’ve honestly been too busy with all of that business. Anthro continued proving to be interesting. I have finals tomorrow. I’ve tried to study, but it’s like every fiber of my being doesn’t want to. I’m okay with Anthro, but English might be a bit of a problem. It’s not so much the content that’s an issue, it’s the explications I’m going to have an issue with. I have the worst memory in the world, I can’t remember the titles of all the articles, nor the authors. I also haven’t read the last articles. I didn’t have time. And I don’t care about Virginia Woolf. I’ll have to make note to avoid her on the final. Unfortunately, I can’t write on the two books I know the best because I already wrote on them. So I’ll have to write on Lives of Girls and Women because it’s the only other book I liked. Or maybe Jamaica Kincaid’s Girl. I dunno. I suppose we’ll find out tomorrow. Blech. Six+ hours of exams. Not excited. At least I’m free afterward for two weeks. That shall be nice.
I started playing Disgaea 2 again, finally. I had to restart ’cause I couldn’t remember how to play exactly, but that’s alright. I was only on Chapter 2, which was like… the end of the tutorials. I like the game so far. It’s fun. I’ll get to play more of it starting tomorrow, at least.
Our cable’s been shit lately. Dad called Shaw and they tried some fancy thing to fix it, then gave us a free month of movie channels and stuff. Unfortunately, the problem still persists. I’ll have to tell him when he gets back tomorrow. I feel bad for Shaw always having to fix our cable, but something just ain’t right. I’m gonna blame the actual box. It seems to be the origin of the issue.
I sent out an email to people regarding my birthday, but I forgot to tell them to RSVP. Not that any of them would have, anyway (aside from Cam, Tyler, etc., who would just tell me over MSN). So I don’t actually know how many people are coming. Honestly though, is it so hard to shoot an email back telling me whether or not you’re coming? Or drop me a message on MSN? Or leave a comment on my blog? I’m not a hard person to get a hold of. :/
Scrabble has become our new gathering activity. And puzzle games.
Ummm.
Well. That’s all, I guess. I should really stop avoiding my notes. I should look over them once more before tomorrow.
Mrow.
Jake Gyllenhaal, appearing as his character Homer Hickam (from October Sky) was standing in the middle of a small, destroyed township that looked nothing like the one from the movie – it consisted of maybe four houses and a very large barn. The tops of all the houses were burned/blown off, there were spot fires everywhere, and a giant rocket sat across the top of the semi-destroyed barn. Despite his apparent success with rocketry, Jake was still dressed in his high school garb (i.e. plaid shirt and jeans). He looked rather bewildered with the destruction until his father, John Hickam (played by Chris Cooper), ran up behind him in order to offer emotional support (which is the complete opposite of his character). Jake remains rather inconsolable as his father says that it’s alright that he blew up the town and killed everyone he ever knew and that he should keep chasing his dreams. Jake, dispirited, runs out to the main road leading out of town (a long, long dirt road) and started trudging on in one direction.
The scene then cuts to another group, where I am present, as well as Jude Law, who is still Jude, but is also an ex-marine of sorts, Ryan, a man with whom I am apparently in a romantic relationship (though I’ve never seen this person before), some black guy that might’ve looked similar to Ice Cube (cultural diversity!) and the typical, snivelling coward that wore glasses. The sky was dark with heavy rainclouds as far as the eye could see in every direction (no mountains, just flat land). The ground was wet and soggy. Since the road was dirt, it had become a muddy deathtrap. On top of that, constant driving on the road in this state caused extremely deep tire traffic depressions to develop, making the road more of an extremely raised path with ditches on either side. We travelled by foot along the raised part of the road looking for a safehouse in which we could spend the night. Just then, we heard an engine speeding up from behind and looked back to see a junker, piece of shit, faded yellow truck speeding toward us. We quickly dove off the road and into the ditches on either side to avoid being run over. As it passed, we heard the joyful woops of two young men joy riding the rough road. We scrambled back onto the road and continued on to the next township.
We came upon the next town shortly. It, too, was destroyed; although, the damage didn’t appear to be done by a simple rocket and there were survivors wandering around. Most of them were older people, a few middle aged interspersed here and there. Partway through the town, on the same road (since it ran through the town- I assume it was a country bumkin highway of sorts), there was a barricade. It was almost like someone took the land and lifted it up to make a cliff right at that spot. A small crowd had gathered there, trying to figure out how to get up. Just then, a tank shell came flying over the edge of the cliff and down behind us. The crowd scattered except for our group who stayed close and hugged the cliff wall. Jude took a grenade out of his pack (I don’t know how, but we’re all fully armed) and hurled it over the edge of the cliff. We heard an explosion and the sound of metal clanging to the ground. My love interest hoisted me up to have a look over the edge and the tank was, indeed, destroyed. I pulled myself over the edge and proceed to help pull up my group. Jude, somehow, found things to salvage from the tank to use as weapons. I don’t know what. Or how. He just did. We continued along the road, which resumed its raised-middle, double-ditch trend.
By nightfall, we reached our goal, which was apparently the headquarters of who/whatever was trying to kill us. It was a giant dome of sorts and inside, there was a labyrinth of technology, all contained within mazing cubes. We snuck into the front entrance (I don’t know how you can sneak into a front entrance). Immediately to the left was a little room, which was perfect for us to stay in because it had a big mattress and a couple tables. Convenient. We decided to ignore this room for now and continue down the main path. The path was a road, which led to a drop off (lots of drop offs and cliffs in this dream). We jumped down (it was short enough that we would be able to climb up on our own). We followed the road again, which led us to yet another cliff barricade. Again, there was a tank atop the cliff. However, this one appeared to contain a man (unlike the other one, which appeared to be purely robotic). The man inside was a former friend of Ryan and I and appeared to have some sort of intense vendetta. His tank was unrealistically good at aiming and less destructive than most, seeming to focus more on pinpoint accuracy and individual killing. His tank could only move forward and back, however, because there wasn’t enough room to turn around or anything. Jude used his same technique, throwing a grenade over the edge and waiting for the explosion. Unfortunately, Mark, the guy in the tank, was smarter than the previous robot tank and pushed the grenade over the edge of the barricade. We screamed at Jude while all scrambling away from the wall before the grenade exploded. We regrouped after the explosion, again right next to the barricade where Jude threw three more grenades. They didn’t come down again this time, but instead exploded. However, the tank seemed to be constructed much better than the first and was still perfectly intact. It proceeded to come up right to the edge and point the gun straight down where we were. We all rolled out of the way in time. Although, for some reason, I thought that the best place to go was up over the wall where the tank was. While I was there, Mark started talking to me and asking me to join him and that he controls the robots and it would be okay and safe with him. Another explosion caused me to fall over the edge, back down to where the others were, and roll a bit. I got up and fell back to the previous cliff that we jumped down in order to get to this part of the road to recuperate. I climbed up the cliff and looked back at the group trying to dispatch the tank. When I had turned around, I saw that, starting from where the tank and the others were, the road was flashing red, up until a certain point a few feet before the cliff I was on. Then I heard a voice in my head, which I recognized as Mark’s, telling me that anything standing on the flashing part of the road would be annihilated and that if I wanted to save my friends, I had to act fast. So I jumped off the cliff, ran over to the others and pulled at them frantically to fall back. Just as we finished climbing back up the cliff, the part of the road that was flashing exploded.
After the dust had cleared and settled, we found ourselves surrounded by robots of sorts. I agreed to go with them and the rest were put in that room by the entrance with the mattress and such (though they were prevented from leaving). After following the robots for a while, I ended up in what looked like a laboratory. There were some other people there, in addition to Mark. Mark said that he wanted me to stay with him and to have co-control over the robots with him. I agreed in exchange for the safety of my friends, thinking that I could use this opportunity to bring him down and out of power over the robot hivemind (LOL). Mark was not too pleased over my desire that Ryan especially stay safe (LOVE TRIANGLE? Wtf). I was sat down in a chair where one of the scientist ladies (I remember her precisely, she kind of looked like ScarJo only not as pretty- blond hair up in a bun, crimson lipstick, all white pants and lab coat) where she proceeded to stick pins in the underside of my right arm; she attempted to work with four pins, arranging them like the fourth side of a d6 (a normal die). Two of the pins had to go into the arm from the top, two up into the arm from the bottom- YET, even though it is not physically possible, the pins went in loosely from both ends. All pins were the same size, so the concept is not even physically possible because my arm would have had to have been flat and… made of plastic, but whatever, that’s what happened in the dream and I’m sticking to it. Anyway, it was super painful, apparently, and they had a lot of trouble getting the pins to stay (like, an unreasonable amount of trouble. I remember feeling like that part of the dream dragged on forever). These four pins were supposed to give me the capability to hold control over the robotic hivemind (the center of which looked exactly like HAL 9000, it was so awesome). They were kind of finicky and I wasn’t sure they were taking, but Mark told me to leave them alone since ScarJo scientist lady had finally gotten them to stay in my skin, so I did. I asked Mark if I could look around the dome and he let me since we were partners or whatever.
I met Ryan back in the mattress room and we lay on the bed talking for a while (I think we may have fell asleep for a little while too. JUST SLEEPING, THOUGH. I don’t have dirty dreams. Gawd, you pervs). I remember that when I woke up, I freaked out because the pins in my arms were gone. I thought they might have fallen out in my sleep, but it turned out that my skin somehow sucked them in and they were inside my arm. After that, we decided to look around the dome and eventually went into a garden-y greenhouse-y type place. The walls were some sort of limestone or something. There was a bench made of limestone jutting out from the wall in the form of just a giant block (this isn’t relevant, it’s just I remember so many details from dreams, it seems a shame not to mention them). Ryan and I stood near the entrance to the little alcove that housed the bench and spoke in hushed voices about how exactly we were going to overthrow Mark and save humanity from his tyranny. We decided that, since I had equal control over HAL 9000 – I MEAN… the robotic hivemind – that I could order it to not take orders from Mark anymore. Just at the tail end of our scheming, Mark came in looking rather suspicious. We hush hushed as quickly as we could and all shared a few extremely awkward moments. Then Mark flipped out for some reason, saying that Ryan wasn’t allowed to stay in the dome anymore and that he had to leave and live outside with all the rest of the people. I disagreed with this furiously and walked away, with Ryan following after me and Mark close behind him, yelling and ranting back at me. We eventually made it out to the entrance labyrinth-y area where the hivemind’s main… entity… was (aka HAL 9000). The second Mark and I both saw it, we simultaneously yelled for it not to listen to the other. When we realized that we both said it at the same time, we started yelling at it frantically, hoping that it didn’t choose to listen to the other person. After a moment of silence, HAL (What the hell, I’ve given up. The hivemind wasn’t actually HAL, but I have nothing else to call it and it looked just like him. Maybe I should’ve calledit SkyNet) said that he wouldn’t stop following orders from either of us. We asked him why he would continue to follow both of us, to which HAL replied that he would not stop taking orders from both of us, because both of us giving orders together made the most logical sense. I have no fricking clue how it was logical. Mark, for some reason, had an epiphany of some sort at that very moment, renounced his claim to the robotic hivemind, even though HAL wouldn’t let him give up the ability, and left the dome, never to be seen again. Ryan and I took over, inviting any living people left into the dome to live and recuperate.
The dream ended with a group of teenagers nervously approaching a large robot whose sole purpose was to stop basketballs from straying outside of the court so that people didn’t have to run to go get them. I was trying to convince the kids that it was alright and it would be safe from then on.
Then I woke up.
It was like some weirdass sci-fi adventure romance movie.
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I started reading To the Lighthouse, but gave up because it was so horribly dry and not what I would ever set out to read on my own. I couldn’t stomach it anymore. I couldn’t even listen to the audiobook. So I read the summary on Sparknotes. I figured I’m allowed. I’ve read all the other books.
My Anthro course is tres interesting. However, it does involve a lot of work. Partly why I haven’t updated lately. I’ve spent every waking minute I have doing homework since classes on Monday. I just now finished all of my Anthro readings for tomorrow. I still haven’t even written my journal entry for Monday’s English class and I won’t be able to tonight because I need to go to bed soon, since I have to wake up at 6am for class again. Where I will get more reading homework and four more assignments for Anthro. I absolutely, positively need to write my essay this weekend. If I don’t, I’m in trouble, since I will apparently have just no time to do anything about it during the week at this rate. Also I have a morphology and syntax analysis due on June 18th, so I need to get that paper done so I can at least have time to work on that. I’ve been hitting the books so much that I slept for 11 hours last night because I was just so exhausted, even though I went to bed at midnight (I would have went earlier, but I was doing morphology homework until then). This three week course is nice in that, after tomorrow, the third class, I will be 1/3 of the way finished it, but at the same time, it’s keeping me too damn busy. I think it would be much easier if it was my only course, but balancing it with English is proving a bit tough. It’s damn lucky that I’ve finished all of the books early, otherwise I don’t know what I would do.
We (family) went out to see Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian last night. Was alright. I’m quite a fan of the one ticket Tuesday deal that the theater has going. Quite a fan indeed.
Mom’s birthday today. She is now 58. We had Blizzard cake. Nom.
Mum picked me up from school yesterday since she was already in town. We had to wait until 2:30 before we could go pick up Lee, so we perused Winners and The Bay for summer clothes. She ended up buying me a shirt (which she has in the same color- twinsss) and a pair of capris that roll and button up into shorts if’n I want. Those two items plus my blue skirt make up my early birthday present.
Looks like my gramma will be staying here for a month or so. It will be just like old times. Except that she’ll be sleeping in my room. Crap. I don’t get to sleep in my bed for a month. That sucks a lot. I really wish we had a spare room in this house so I wouldn’t have to give up my room every time someone comes to visit. Or I wish they could just sleep in Lee’s room. Bluuuh.
Dad’s pissed me off some more, nothing new there. Still need to move out.
Can’t wait until they leave next week. And they better be going. They better not have changed their mind or cancelled ’cause I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks and I really, really need it.
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A blog post, if only just to post this because it’s awesome.
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I sat outside and read my book today since it was a bit cold downstairs (the AC is on) and I didn’t feel like going upstairs. I made sure to sunscreen it up before going out. It was such a lovely day. I enjoyed it. Hilariously enough, my arms/chest tanned, but my legs? The pastiest part of my body? No. No, it wasn’t feeling the tanning thing. I tried. So hard. (and got so far but in the end it doesn’t even matter). I could try a lower SPF next time (I was wearing 45). I just didn’t want to burn, really. I made sure to cover up my ears with my hair, too. Didn’t want my already second degree burn to go up any more degrees.
Speaking of my horrific ear, before I jumped in the shower today, when I was brushing my hair, I accidentally brushed my ear with the hairbrush and popped the burn blister on the back. Most painful thing ever. And then having to shower afterwards was worse. Shampoo in open blisters, not cool. I must have looked like a retard trying to wash my hair without getting soap on it. It hurt so much. I would rather get my helix pierced eight times than have to go through that again. Anyway… now it’s just extremely tender and throbby. And I think my ear may be slightly swollen or something because my glasses feel funny resting on it. I’m so thankful that we have an aloe plant, so if we ever run out of our tubed aloe, I can cut off a… branch? (does aloe have branches or leaves…?) and giv’er.
Anyway. I finished reading Lives of Girls and Women for class. Tomorrow, I start… To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. I’m hoping to finish it in one day. To help me with this ambition, I downloaded the audiobook. I just wish I could do something else productive while listening to the audiobook. I don’t want to just sit there and stare at the ceiling while I listen. I suppose I could read along… Ah well. We’ll see what happens when it happens. After this, I’ll have finished all of the novels and such for English and I’ll just have the suppplementary and theoretical readings to do every week. Also, my Syntax and Morphemes class starts on Monday (I know that sounds terribly boring, but I find it very interesting stuff). I’m stoked for Madagasy. And it’s Christine teaching. What’s better than sixteen hours of Christine a week? …When I say it in terms of hours per week, it just sounds horribly sad. Seven hours of Shona and sixteen hours of Christine for the next three weeks. Hm.
I still need to touch up my seminar paper for Monday. I also need to figure out what I’m going to write for my essay because the first draft is due for a peer edit in two weeks. I also need to write the journals I’ve missed. I wanted to try getting ahead in readings for Anth, but I don’t know that that will happen.
In other news, it is Mummy’s birthday on Wednesday. We may or may not be going to a movie of some sort. And, of course, ice cream cake. And a steak dinner. Nom nom nom nom nom.
I will hopefully be able to see Danny on campus a bit starting Monday. He’s around all day now because of work, so we can eat lunch together.
I suppose I should go to bed so I don’t sleep the majority of my day away… I must finish that book, after all.
Oh yeah, I got a new tattoo idea involving the Ragnarök, Sköll, Hati, and Jormungandr. However, I am having some issues with my original North Portal design, because to have it would be a reiteration of the other three, since they will be in such a way that signifies that Ragnarök is taking place. The reason I wanted the North Portal design is because I liked the stylized portrayal of it. So I’m at a bit of a standstill here, although I think I may have a way to fix it- if I can somehow get Sköll, Hati, and Jormy stylized like the North Portal, then all the things can mesh together to be awesome. ‘Cause, goddamn, I love that story. And not just ’cause there are wolves in it D<
RIGHT. BED TIME.
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I got back at him in a quiet form of protest by changing plans this morning.
Take that. Ass.
I feel good about it. Yep. Don’t even feel guilty one bit.
I got a sunburn on my ear from being out in the sun all day yesterday. Ouchouch. Ouch. Nothing else burned, though. Just my ear. Which is impressive, considering I was out in the sun for nine hours and wasn’t wearing sunblock. I tanned a little. Not much. A little. Curse this unchanging not-quite-brown skin. I rolled up my pants while we were working in hopes I could make my legs less pasty. Only for a little while ’cause they are exceptionally pasty and have the potential to burn quite easily. I don’t know that it made much of a difference. They look the same as they did before.
Anyway… I need to go dry my hair now. Have to leave for the bus in half an hour. Schoooool -.-
[6:25pm]
Anaar (cousin) and Granny are coming to visit in July. Anaar I’m indifferent about. I haven’t seen her for eight years, I can only imagine how much less annoying she’s gotten. She was so young before. So young and so attached to me. All the time. It’s been eleven years since I’ve seen Granny. Hopefully I still live up to the “favorite grandchild” expectations.
Lots of Indian food in my summer’s future.
[7:07pm]
Apparently my cousin Nadeem and aunt Jayshree are coming as well. Lordy.
Also, holy crap. My ear is burnt so bad, it’s blistered. I’ve never burnt to the point of blistering before. Ouch.
And uhm. Some guys in a truck pulling a boat just screeched to a stop in front of our house, one guy got out, peed on the front driver’s side tire, fought with the guys inside, then got back in and they drove away. Uhhh. Gross. And what the hell. It’s too bad cops aren’t around so I could get them arrested for public urination and all around assholery. I wish. I’m feeling spiteful.
AND REALLY ITCHY OH GOD. Thank God for aloe.
