OH MIYAVI YOU DIDN'T
I bought Senor Senora Senorita (YES I'm leaving the tildes out and it causes me pain but I can't FIND them so whatever). And it came today. (Actually, I was ordering ELLEGARDEN's Riot on the Grill, and decided, what the hell, I have a few extra dollars, and a crack deficiency, why not add Miyavi's new single, CASTANETS WTF? But then CDJapan flopped out and Riot on the Grill became "unavailable", and I didn't have the heart to cancel the order because CASTANETS WTF?) Anyway, it came, and I watched the PV (HE CRYS TEARS OF BLOOD, WHAT!) and it has a mad little dance instruction thing for the mad little dance the Moustachioed Miyavi does in the PV. Right.
He calls himself MYV Jackson. In the dance thing, and in the freaking liner notes. DUDE! I called him MYV Jackson! Ages ago! It was a running joke!
....If he at any point calls himself Elton MYV, I am starting my own religion. I will become THE OCCASIONAL PROPHET OF SELECTIVE FACETS OF CERTAIN FANDOMS. Yeah.
In other, less completely random news, we havn't been able to get an internet connection at home for a MONTH, the firewall at the Land Grant blocks everything I need to do to leave for Oregon, like yell at HP tech support to GET MY SCANNER WORKING, but it will let me download Kra PVs. (SPEAKING OF WHICH, Maiccho is a brunette! END OF AN ERA! WHAT WILL BECOME OF US! Yeah whatever. He ish still So Cute.)
Um. Got a letter from Evergreen re: application "Give us your transcripts, dumbass. You've got two weeks," it says, only maybe not in those words. Which is BAD. Because there's nothing I can do to expidite the ACT scores at this point, and the GED scores were sent out a week before I did my application, and the letter is dated a week ago, which means I have one week, not two, and if the letters don't get there I'm not getting in and, and and and and!!! HWEEEE. ;____; BUT. If a letter can get from Washington to here in a week, then certainly a letter can get from here to Washinton in ... rather more than a week. However long it's been. Yonks ages. So maybe they've got the GED transcripts by now and we can move on to, "PAH THESE PHOTOCOPYS ARE NOT LEGITIMATE EVEN IF THE DESK MONKEY FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION SIGNED THEM AND SWORE THEY'D BE FINE!" (These incredibly neurotic pre-collegiate posts will eventually stop, you know. For a given value of eventually.)
My dad is a kind and benevolent father, and brought home Doritos and Ubiquitous East Asian food which is still not saag paneer but will do very nicely for comfort food while I panic thanks very much, and we finished Neverwhere, (which, ahaha, was bad, of course, but I knew it was going to be bad, so that wasn't a disappointment. Except the marquis, who was fantabulous), so life is not as dismal as it might be, except ...
T-MINUS TWELVE DAYS UNTIL I FIND OUT THAT I CANNOT LEAVE FOR OREGON BECAUSE THEY WON'T LET ME OUT OF THE TERRITORY WITH MY CERTIFICATE OF IDENTIFICATION BECAUSE THEY NOW REQUIRE A PASSPORT AND SOME REALLY HORRIBLE PERSON AT THE PASSPORT AGENCY HAS BEEN HOLDING MY NEW PASSPORT FOR THRITEEN MONTHS.
I go avay now.
He calls himself MYV Jackson. In the dance thing, and in the freaking liner notes. DUDE! I called him MYV Jackson! Ages ago! It was a running joke!
....If he at any point calls himself Elton MYV, I am starting my own religion. I will become THE OCCASIONAL PROPHET OF SELECTIVE FACETS OF CERTAIN FANDOMS. Yeah.
In other, less completely random news, we havn't been able to get an internet connection at home for a MONTH, the firewall at the Land Grant blocks everything I need to do to leave for Oregon, like yell at HP tech support to GET MY SCANNER WORKING, but it will let me download Kra PVs. (SPEAKING OF WHICH, Maiccho is a brunette! END OF AN ERA! WHAT WILL BECOME OF US! Yeah whatever. He ish still So Cute.)
Um. Got a letter from Evergreen re: application "Give us your transcripts, dumbass. You've got two weeks," it says, only maybe not in those words. Which is BAD. Because there's nothing I can do to expidite the ACT scores at this point, and the GED scores were sent out a week before I did my application, and the letter is dated a week ago, which means I have one week, not two, and if the letters don't get there I'm not getting in and, and and and and!!! HWEEEE. ;____; BUT. If a letter can get from Washington to here in a week, then certainly a letter can get from here to Washinton in ... rather more than a week. However long it's been. Yonks ages. So maybe they've got the GED transcripts by now and we can move on to, "PAH THESE PHOTOCOPYS ARE NOT LEGITIMATE EVEN IF THE DESK MONKEY FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION SIGNED THEM AND SWORE THEY'D BE FINE!" (These incredibly neurotic pre-collegiate posts will eventually stop, you know. For a given value of eventually.)
My dad is a kind and benevolent father, and brought home Doritos and Ubiquitous East Asian food which is still not saag paneer but will do very nicely for comfort food while I panic thanks very much, and we finished Neverwhere, (which, ahaha, was bad, of course, but I knew it was going to be bad, so that wasn't a disappointment. Except the marquis, who was fantabulous), so life is not as dismal as it might be, except ...
T-MINUS TWELVE DAYS UNTIL I FIND OUT THAT I CANNOT LEAVE FOR OREGON BECAUSE THEY WON'T LET ME OUT OF THE TERRITORY WITH MY CERTIFICATE OF IDENTIFICATION BECAUSE THEY NOW REQUIRE A PASSPORT AND SOME REALLY HORRIBLE PERSON AT THE PASSPORT AGENCY HAS BEEN HOLDING MY NEW PASSPORT FOR THRITEEN MONTHS.
I go avay now.