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I've not been WoWed.
So I've sold my soul. Or at least 5.13 gigabytes of it. Yesterday, after seeing an advertisement, I finally broke down and signed up for the free ten-day trial demo of World of Warcraft. I like Blizzard, and I liked Warcraft III (in gameplay much more than storyline.) I then began the long and arduous process of downloading World of Warcraft. I ( Read more... ) -
Girls are like chocolate.
It's been a long day. I woke up about fourteen hours ago, went to the local PrideFest, which was today. What followed was a crazed whirlwind of angst, rain, sunburn and the smallest puppy I've ever seen. There wasn't too much angst, actually; I just felt like it made a good component for a crazed whirlwind. But there was a puppy, and I think my ( Read more... ) -
Boo.
I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I've meant to. I have this thing where I'll often write a LiveJournal post about recent events in my head, so I've been blogging internally almost every day since my last post.
About my tonsils: I had some more trouble with them, then finally got them surgically removed. It was great, except for the holes in ( Read more... ) -
Graaargh. ^.^
I'm in one of those places where I can't seem to do anything. There's too much in my head, and I need to get off my ass and take a walk or ride my bike to clear it if I want to either be able to do anything productive or even sleep. The only problem is that it's currently raining. It doesn't sound like much, but it's cold, too. And I'm still sick, ( Read more... ) -
Hate.
Because I feel like ranting like an urbanophiliac madwoman, it's Anecdote Time. Last time I was in Chicago, I got on a bus. Having not ridden a Chicago bus in forever (and never by myself) I took half a second to sort out which end of the card I inserted where (the CTA cards of which I speak are otherwise worthless pieces of paper that you get from ( Read more... ) -
Lesbians... *drool*
I fucking love lesbians. Mostly in the forceful, emphasizing meaning of the word, and occasionally in the more carnal meaning, of course. You see, there's the world, and it's kind of weird. There are a bunch of little particles and they bounce off things and allow me to perceive the things. And there are electromagnetic fields, which hold things ( Read more... ) -
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Well, this is most queer. I have had the good fortune to discover that I have saved the files on the school computer network. So now I've uploaded them to the Internet. Woohoo! I'm less screwed now! Also, I've found my mp3 player. It's sitting on a table, visible through the front window of the GLO, but nobody was there, so I couldn't get in. But I ( Read more... ) -
Why this? Why now?
Fuck. I think someone stole my mp3 player. I had it with my stuff, at GLO, and then I got my stuff and it wasn't there. But then, I was probably careless. I left it with my stuff, maybe visible, and I didn't wear fucking cargo pants (of which I desperately need more, so that I can actually carry my stuff around.) So I have no music to listen to. ( Read more... ) -
It's Almost Over
Everything comes to an end. So it is fitting that that end come to the tune of music. Music speaks to us. It helps us communicate, both with others and ourselves. The complex interplay of emotions and melodies can help us see new sides of ourselves, and release feelings long pent up. Many creation myths posit that reality began with a song. ( Read more... )