I can't remember the lj-cut code so HAHA, SUFFER MY WRATH
Um so YEAH I SHOULD GO SLEEP OR SOMETHING.
No, I didn't just wake up HOLYFUCKTARDZ IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE.
And within a few hours, my ovaries should be reaching Stage 2 of OMG LET'S EAT OURSELVES and I definately do not want to be conscious for that.
Okay, um, excuse me, I have to go inhale advil. I AM WEAK.
Had lots of HAPPY PAIN MEDS with CAKE. So all is good.
Except only NOT because I HAVEN'T SLEPT because Mountain Dew is like crack. And I've been messing around in photoshop since I woke up yesterday and was all inspired by skeezy anime wallpaper websites. So I went and spent literally 2 hours just extracting the image I wanted out of a SCREENSHOT which was a BAD BAD STUPID DUMBASS IDEA and then over 3 more cleaning it. Which was also all STUPID DUMBASS because the screenshot was only something like 340x260, so once my hand had gone floppy from mouse strain and my eyeballs were finished eroding under the STROBELIGHT that is my poltergeist monitor, the resulting image was SHRIMPY. But then I beat it with a stick and made it NOTshrimpy and slaved on making it into a 800x600 background until around 1 or 2 in the morning. Meanwhile, I was so proud of what a smart little girl I was being by saving my work every .005 seconds. Because poltergeist computer usually gets all BLAAAHH BITE ME and eats photoshop. So then, after working over 12 hours, I'd saved everything and completed all of the different versions I had made, and started to go and save for web. And then photoshop went over to the dark side and was all BLAAAHH BITE ME and wouldn't let me save anything in a .jpg quality high enough to not be all chunky-like. Anything else besides .jpg just came out looking like soup. BUT I'M GETTING PHOTOSHOP CS FOR MY POWERBOOK, so EAT ME PS7 FOR WINDOWS. YEAH BITCH. You've been OWNED.
(currently waiting for PS7 to materialize, crawl out of the C-Drive, be all like OH NO YOU DINNIT and start chewing up feet)
Ugh. Woah. MUST SHOWER.
Only later, I'm not done rambling.
OKAY, WHY HAVE I BEEN FEELING BORED THIS WEEKEND. I have 76-100 of Naruto on here ready to watch, the 2 DBZ OVA episodes which were apparently just regurgitated scraps of video game footage but WHATEV, that huge Miyazaki film boxset that I'm borrowing from the Mitchells', Spriggan (which I also snatched from the Mitchells'...), the Hellsing boxset, which I'm borrowing from Taylor, and the first dvd of Boogiepop Phantom, which I bought used from the Dalton mall. And then there's Budokai 3 to play, which is over a week overdue but WHATEVER, blockbuster's going to have to wait until I beat Vegeta in one-player mode. Which will never happen, because I used up one of Goku's custom points on his arts rather than attack stats. Which Shasta ate me over. Poor blockbuster.
...
Um, question for the gamers. Those familiar with Budokai, at least. What the hell are the arts stats? I figured that it would apply to specialty attacks like kaioken, but now I'm just confused.
Oh. And then there's that homework stuff I could do. Like New Testament papers to write, chapters to read of Huck Finn, Algebra, and a biology lab about leaf epidermis. And registering for the SAT.
BLEEHHH.
Hopefully, some adderal will make me all fruity/spazzy so that I'll no longer have the brain capacity to resist working on things I find pointless. And I can be all YAY LEAF EPIDERMIS DANCE PARTY.
HAHA. NO PICTURE POST FOR YOU. I've made icons that I can post, but I'm waiting till they all accumulate into a massive pile of icons, so that it actually feels like I've accomplished something. That's probably more procrastination than logic on my part, but I'm LAZY. So I'll let them vegitate for now.
And you know you heart the RAWR Temari icon. Come on, biatches. HEART IT.
OMG PARTY. Just found leftover waffle under my desk. YAY, NOW I DON'T HAVE TO MOVE.
So, I've been writing this for almost two hours. NICE.
This should be adequate destruction for your friends page.
I think I'll actually attempt homework before attacking dvds and video games. Let's see how long this lasts.
This music had better be loud enough to wake up someone.
No, I didn't just wake up HOLYFUCKTARDZ IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE.
And within a few hours, my ovaries should be reaching Stage 2 of OMG LET'S EAT OURSELVES and I definately do not want to be conscious for that.
Okay, um, excuse me, I have to go inhale advil. I AM WEAK.
Had lots of HAPPY PAIN MEDS with CAKE. So all is good.
Except only NOT because I HAVEN'T SLEPT because Mountain Dew is like crack. And I've been messing around in photoshop since I woke up yesterday and was all inspired by skeezy anime wallpaper websites. So I went and spent literally 2 hours just extracting the image I wanted out of a SCREENSHOT which was a BAD BAD STUPID DUMBASS IDEA and then over 3 more cleaning it. Which was also all STUPID DUMBASS because the screenshot was only something like 340x260, so once my hand had gone floppy from mouse strain and my eyeballs were finished eroding under the STROBELIGHT that is my poltergeist monitor, the resulting image was SHRIMPY. But then I beat it with a stick and made it NOTshrimpy and slaved on making it into a 800x600 background until around 1 or 2 in the morning. Meanwhile, I was so proud of what a smart little girl I was being by saving my work every .005 seconds. Because poltergeist computer usually gets all BLAAAHH BITE ME and eats photoshop. So then, after working over 12 hours, I'd saved everything and completed all of the different versions I had made, and started to go and save for web. And then photoshop went over to the dark side and was all BLAAAHH BITE ME and wouldn't let me save anything in a .jpg quality high enough to not be all chunky-like. Anything else besides .jpg just came out looking like soup. BUT I'M GETTING PHOTOSHOP CS FOR MY POWERBOOK, so EAT ME PS7 FOR WINDOWS. YEAH BITCH. You've been OWNED.
(currently waiting for PS7 to materialize, crawl out of the C-Drive, be all like OH NO YOU DINNIT and start chewing up feet)
Ugh. Woah. MUST SHOWER.
Only later, I'm not done rambling.
OKAY, WHY HAVE I BEEN FEELING BORED THIS WEEKEND. I have 76-100 of Naruto on here ready to watch, the 2 DBZ OVA episodes which were apparently just regurgitated scraps of video game footage but WHATEV, that huge Miyazaki film boxset that I'm borrowing from the Mitchells', Spriggan (which I also snatched from the Mitchells'...), the Hellsing boxset, which I'm borrowing from Taylor, and the first dvd of Boogiepop Phantom, which I bought used from the Dalton mall. And then there's Budokai 3 to play, which is over a week overdue but WHATEVER, blockbuster's going to have to wait until I beat Vegeta in one-player mode. Which will never happen, because I used up one of Goku's custom points on his arts rather than attack stats. Which Shasta ate me over. Poor blockbuster.
...
Um, question for the gamers. Those familiar with Budokai, at least. What the hell are the arts stats? I figured that it would apply to specialty attacks like kaioken, but now I'm just confused.
Oh. And then there's that homework stuff I could do. Like New Testament papers to write, chapters to read of Huck Finn, Algebra, and a biology lab about leaf epidermis. And registering for the SAT.
BLEEHHH.
Hopefully, some adderal will make me all fruity/spazzy so that I'll no longer have the brain capacity to resist working on things I find pointless. And I can be all YAY LEAF EPIDERMIS DANCE PARTY.
HAHA. NO PICTURE POST FOR YOU. I've made icons that I can post, but I'm waiting till they all accumulate into a massive pile of icons, so that it actually feels like I've accomplished something. That's probably more procrastination than logic on my part, but I'm LAZY. So I'll let them vegitate for now.
And you know you heart the RAWR Temari icon. Come on, biatches. HEART IT.
OMG PARTY. Just found leftover waffle under my desk. YAY, NOW I DON'T HAVE TO MOVE.
So, I've been writing this for almost two hours. NICE.
This should be adequate destruction for your friends page.
I think I'll actually attempt homework before attacking dvds and video games. Let's see how long this lasts.
This music had better be loud enough to wake up someone.