a couple of things
~owning a CD case full of unlabeled burnt CDs that you are clueless about the contents of is a thrilling thing indeed... also at times a triffle shocking...
~also having no idea what some keys on your keyring open. no seriously. for all i know, the lost Door to the 23rd dimension of Royal Weasels is missing the Key right now, and it's on my keyring...
~new cousin alert. Rowan Charles Page. born last Saturday.
~RANT: people who call into Saferide should be aware that i do NOT know your name. i am NOT psychic in that reguard. nor do i care that it is cold outside (yeeeah, about that... this is not cold for Boone. wait until January. that is cold. Dante's inferno cold). walk. it'll warm you up, i promise. if you yell at me because your ride is late or you are being made late for something inportant, don't get offended if i snigger about it with the drivers later because you should have known that Saferide is notoriously late and also never EVER on time for anything. again. walk. you'll get there faster, i promise. do not call me on the Parking and Traffic line to complain about Saferide. you can't cut in line this way, i will not put your name down. in fact, i'll pretend that i don't even work for Saferide. our drivers are hard working and run nearly into the ground on a normal night. I HAVE ONLY TWO DRIVERS. our supply of vans is NOT limitless. so don't tell me that "six vans have already gone by and none of them stopped." it's an impossibility. stop riding 6 or 7 times a night. i don't care if you don't want to walk, going back and forth from one dorm to the other several times in one night makes me want to reach through the phone and throttle you. especially since you're the person who usually gets peeved 'cause i didn't recognise the sound of your voice. don't call me during a football game and ask me to pick you up in the stadium lot. we.can't.get.up.there. no seriously, this should be on the little flyers they hand out at the begining of orientation. "Saferide does not pick up until Stadium Lot is clear on the day of a football game." there, that's it, all you had to do, ASU. it would save me a lot time being cursed/whined at.
~Turkish coffee: awesomeness
~ Damascus Steel: badassness beautifulness hotness I want
~ RANT: someone asked me if i wasn't "romanticising" my decision to join the Foreign Service. yes, i sure am. 'cause living without running water and inadequite toliet facilities in a third word country until i get my tenure is surely my way of whooping it up. did i mention that i'll probably get stationed in Iraq if i make it in in the next decade? yep. that's romantic. oh, dude, maybe, like, Han will get stationed there too on some sort of morale tour and we'll get to be car-bombed together! best family outing EVER! wooo-hooo... no. i choose this line of work because it will be a challenge. i'll probably hate parts of it, but at least i'll be doing something i want to do, instead of drifting aimlessly across the face of America, doing things that make me unhappy and unfufilled. so spare me your opinions, thou gawky homeschooled-until-college-don't-talk-to-me-about-how-I-don't-know-about-the-real-world git.
~ if you don't speak Japanese, don't attempt to record J-pop. it's sad. for some reason, if an indie band is actually good, no one likes them.
~i am in college. therefore, i am broke as fuck 7 out of 7 days of the week. i can't go out to dinner with you, i can't go the the movies with you. hells bells, i can barely put enough gas in the tank to get my ass to work. i don't like being broke. before i got to college, i didn't really have to worry about money. i didn't even really like or think about money all that much. i just used what little i earned working at Hardee's to pay for the car loan and the gas. now. i hate it. i despise it. i need it for bills and rent. i can make all my bills and pay my rent and have about, oh, $20 bucks left over for gas and groceries if i don't go out or buy anything other then what is absolutely needed. *sigh* i hate being so...so... material.
~ poetry contests and short story contests charge you fees to enter. wtf? don't they know that poets and writers are broke most of the time?
~i can now say that i work with leather. work well with leather, actually, judging by how many compliments i've gotten on my belt-pouch-thingy. expect leather for christmas. it was cheaper to buy two bags of scraps then a couple of sheets (MUCH CHEAPER go figure, the scrap leather is better quality anyway!?), so i have a lot of odds and ends and chunks of pretty left over. i also am flat broke, so gifts this year will be handcrafts. 'cause it means more for me to spend a couple of days working on something for you then for me to go out and buy something in about 5 minutes. :)
~ RANT: i've been far too oversocialized lately. i can't get away from people and it's making me itchy and uncomfortable and probably rude (i now you say i'm not rude, cherie, but i think that i am). add that on top of a couple of unexpected, last minute or uninvited guests and you have the recipe for a hermit. i am, at heart, a hermit. i'm not overly fond of people. i go out every once in awhile and say hello or grab a snack (i hate to eat in public, so not so much of that) or something, but on the whole, i don't really leave my apartment all that much. so when people blatantly INVADE it without permission or advance notice so that i can prepare for it, it really upsets me. *sigh* and it makes me whine. which i despise about myself.
~it snowed here on Thursday. e-gads, i adore snow. i came home and Hana'Li's bif, Justin-heathen, was standing out on the stoop in his kilt paying some sort of homage to the snow gods. it was decidedly odd, but i can sympathise, after all, i had just gotten done making my once-a-year "omg! snow!" phone calls to the masses. oh, and i lorded it over the Flatlanders on IM. bwahahaha... and got called a jerk on one occasion. guess i deserved it, but i can't feel too bad about it since, well, OMG SNOW!!!
~ Mirror Mask. best.movie.ever. the faun lent it to me, being all shocked that i hadn't seen it, i guess. it was fantastic. i adore it. i watched it at least three times and it was better each time. i'm going to have to purchase it at some point. and then i will be come a Mirror Mask pusher. along with Star Wars and Labyrinth. sorta like a choice between mental crack, heroin or speed.
~ They made a movie out of The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper. it came out last month, but not having cable, i didn't even know. i hope they haven't messed it up too much, the book Han bought has the movie cover and it look horrid. that's the problem with watching movies made out of books you read as a kid... *sigh* hopefully it will be wonderful and i cna be happy, but if it is not, i can still read the books and be happy. actually, this is the first time i've read TDIR in years, and i was pleasently surprised to find that i loved it even more now then in the past, i'm going to have to check out Greenwitch and Silver on the Tree and the others now. i never find re-reading books boring. though sometimes i forget them for years on purpose so that the next tiem i do so, it's like they're brand new, but familiar.
~ i've determined to stop curseing. not because i find it offensive, or becasue it's rude or ill mannered or any of those sorts fo things, but rather becasue i feel that frequent curseing causes it to lose it's effectiveness/potentcy... i will, of course, continue to use phrases like "hells bells" "thrice damned" " blast and damnation" and "bloody" and i will continue to curse in non-English languages, because it's harder to curse when you're trying to remember pronounciation. i'm also trying to stop blasepheming by the Christian's god. he's not mine, and i really feel it's a product of our culture that makes me do it anyhow, so i shan't anymore. so there. i charge all of you with smacking me should i slip.
~ i wear the ring i wear on the finger i wear it on because that is the one it fits on. i am not married nor do i intend to be. that is not a sacred finger, i can wear whatever the deuce i feel like on it, so bugger off.
~ the Admiral and i continue to quarrel, but she needs me to put petrol in her tank, so i feel that i really have the moral high ground in this.
~ I am now the proud care-taker of two month-and-a-half-old white rats, named Ariel and Psyche. they reside on top of the fridge in a glass fishtank with torn out pages from past issues of National Geographic Traveller pasted to the sides. we are handleing them frequently to get them accustomed to human contact, for rats and mice are very social creatures and make themselves into pets quite quickly, provided to contact is often enough. i hope one day to get them to the point that i can let them out to play around the common room in the apartment and not have to worry about them doing anything naughty. i expect them to be spoiled quite rotten in short order.
~ Artists do not "sell out."
Selling out is an industry term for getting paid to do somehting you love and are good at. i resent this term. i'd far rather "sell out" and be allowed to paint and draw and make handcrafts for the rest of my life then do somehting drab and dull and have it wasted, but at this point i refuse to actually sell my art, so it's a moot point. my sister sold out when she decided to become an Army musician and get paid to play the sax for the rest of her life. plus the benefits of a government retirement package. oh darn, shame on her *sarcasam* *EXTREME sarcasam*
~RANT: and i'm not weak. i see no reason to go around advertising the fact that i am a badass, if indeed i am. if badassery is called for, then it will be displayed. i am quite tired of people looking down on me, or feeling superior to me because they think i am soft and squidgy and unlikely to do anything if they push me. i am laid-back and tolerant and i see no reason to advertise the fact that i could do terrible things *dramatic music* no, in all honesty. power isn't showing power, real power is that which you don't see coming until far too late. just remember this. the scariest people i know couldn't be picked out of a crowd of normals even if money were riding on it. they could kill you if they wanted. they could make bruce willis look like a pansy in every Die-Hard movie made. but they don't swagger around bragging about it. still waters run deep people. and beware the quiet man. he was such a nice young man we-don't-know-how-he-could-have-murdered-all-those-people, officer. no really. stop it. you can think you're more hardcore or meaner or tougher or more badass or stronger then me. you can scoff to yourself and tell other people that i'm a weakling. but i wouldn't if i were you, it makes you look weak yourself. weak and frightened and unsure of yourself. you can choose not to believe me when i make cool and unemotional jokes about the apocolypse. i'm tired of it. tired of everyone, from my sister to friends to coworkers who think that i'm a floormat. i take a long time to get angry, but the last time i got angry was in high school, and i still have scars. i have little to no emotional attachment to most people. i wouldn't lose any sleep at all if i had to personally destroy a life or two. the only thing that keeps me from acting is that i really don't care enough. just.don't.push.me.
~also having no idea what some keys on your keyring open. no seriously. for all i know, the lost Door to the 23rd dimension of Royal Weasels is missing the Key right now, and it's on my keyring...
~new cousin alert. Rowan Charles Page. born last Saturday.
~RANT: people who call into Saferide should be aware that i do NOT know your name. i am NOT psychic in that reguard. nor do i care that it is cold outside (yeeeah, about that... this is not cold for Boone. wait until January. that is cold. Dante's inferno cold). walk. it'll warm you up, i promise. if you yell at me because your ride is late or you are being made late for something inportant, don't get offended if i snigger about it with the drivers later because you should have known that Saferide is notoriously late and also never EVER on time for anything. again. walk. you'll get there faster, i promise. do not call me on the Parking and Traffic line to complain about Saferide. you can't cut in line this way, i will not put your name down. in fact, i'll pretend that i don't even work for Saferide. our drivers are hard working and run nearly into the ground on a normal night. I HAVE ONLY TWO DRIVERS. our supply of vans is NOT limitless. so don't tell me that "six vans have already gone by and none of them stopped." it's an impossibility. stop riding 6 or 7 times a night. i don't care if you don't want to walk, going back and forth from one dorm to the other several times in one night makes me want to reach through the phone and throttle you. especially since you're the person who usually gets peeved 'cause i didn't recognise the sound of your voice. don't call me during a football game and ask me to pick you up in the stadium lot. we.can't.get.up.there. no seriously, this should be on the little flyers they hand out at the begining of orientation. "Saferide does not pick up until Stadium Lot is clear on the day of a football game." there, that's it, all you had to do, ASU. it would save me a lot time being cursed/whined at.
~Turkish coffee: awesomeness
~ Damascus Steel: badassness beautifulness hotness I want
~ RANT: someone asked me if i wasn't "romanticising" my decision to join the Foreign Service. yes, i sure am. 'cause living without running water and inadequite toliet facilities in a third word country until i get my tenure is surely my way of whooping it up. did i mention that i'll probably get stationed in Iraq if i make it in in the next decade? yep. that's romantic. oh, dude, maybe, like, Han will get stationed there too on some sort of morale tour and we'll get to be car-bombed together! best family outing EVER! wooo-hooo... no. i choose this line of work because it will be a challenge. i'll probably hate parts of it, but at least i'll be doing something i want to do, instead of drifting aimlessly across the face of America, doing things that make me unhappy and unfufilled. so spare me your opinions, thou gawky homeschooled-until-college-don't-talk-to-me-about-how-I-don't-know-about-the-real-world git.
~ if you don't speak Japanese, don't attempt to record J-pop. it's sad. for some reason, if an indie band is actually good, no one likes them.
~i am in college. therefore, i am broke as fuck 7 out of 7 days of the week. i can't go out to dinner with you, i can't go the the movies with you. hells bells, i can barely put enough gas in the tank to get my ass to work. i don't like being broke. before i got to college, i didn't really have to worry about money. i didn't even really like or think about money all that much. i just used what little i earned working at Hardee's to pay for the car loan and the gas. now. i hate it. i despise it. i need it for bills and rent. i can make all my bills and pay my rent and have about, oh, $20 bucks left over for gas and groceries if i don't go out or buy anything other then what is absolutely needed. *sigh* i hate being so...so... material.
~ poetry contests and short story contests charge you fees to enter. wtf? don't they know that poets and writers are broke most of the time?
~i can now say that i work with leather. work well with leather, actually, judging by how many compliments i've gotten on my belt-pouch-thingy. expect leather for christmas. it was cheaper to buy two bags of scraps then a couple of sheets (MUCH CHEAPER go figure, the scrap leather is better quality anyway!?), so i have a lot of odds and ends and chunks of pretty left over. i also am flat broke, so gifts this year will be handcrafts. 'cause it means more for me to spend a couple of days working on something for you then for me to go out and buy something in about 5 minutes. :)
~ RANT: i've been far too oversocialized lately. i can't get away from people and it's making me itchy and uncomfortable and probably rude (i now you say i'm not rude, cherie, but i think that i am). add that on top of a couple of unexpected, last minute or uninvited guests and you have the recipe for a hermit. i am, at heart, a hermit. i'm not overly fond of people. i go out every once in awhile and say hello or grab a snack (i hate to eat in public, so not so much of that) or something, but on the whole, i don't really leave my apartment all that much. so when people blatantly INVADE it without permission or advance notice so that i can prepare for it, it really upsets me. *sigh* and it makes me whine. which i despise about myself.
~it snowed here on Thursday. e-gads, i adore snow. i came home and Hana'Li's bif, Justin-heathen, was standing out on the stoop in his kilt paying some sort of homage to the snow gods. it was decidedly odd, but i can sympathise, after all, i had just gotten done making my once-a-year "omg! snow!" phone calls to the masses. oh, and i lorded it over the Flatlanders on IM. bwahahaha... and got called a jerk on one occasion. guess i deserved it, but i can't feel too bad about it since, well, OMG SNOW!!!
~ Mirror Mask. best.movie.ever. the faun lent it to me, being all shocked that i hadn't seen it, i guess. it was fantastic. i adore it. i watched it at least three times and it was better each time. i'm going to have to purchase it at some point. and then i will be come a Mirror Mask pusher. along with Star Wars and Labyrinth. sorta like a choice between mental crack, heroin or speed.
~ They made a movie out of The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper. it came out last month, but not having cable, i didn't even know. i hope they haven't messed it up too much, the book Han bought has the movie cover and it look horrid. that's the problem with watching movies made out of books you read as a kid... *sigh* hopefully it will be wonderful and i cna be happy, but if it is not, i can still read the books and be happy. actually, this is the first time i've read TDIR in years, and i was pleasently surprised to find that i loved it even more now then in the past, i'm going to have to check out Greenwitch and Silver on the Tree and the others now. i never find re-reading books boring. though sometimes i forget them for years on purpose so that the next tiem i do so, it's like they're brand new, but familiar.
~ i've determined to stop curseing. not because i find it offensive, or becasue it's rude or ill mannered or any of those sorts fo things, but rather becasue i feel that frequent curseing causes it to lose it's effectiveness/potentcy... i will, of course, continue to use phrases like "hells bells" "thrice damned" " blast and damnation" and "bloody" and i will continue to curse in non-English languages, because it's harder to curse when you're trying to remember pronounciation. i'm also trying to stop blasepheming by the Christian's god. he's not mine, and i really feel it's a product of our culture that makes me do it anyhow, so i shan't anymore. so there. i charge all of you with smacking me should i slip.
~ i wear the ring i wear on the finger i wear it on because that is the one it fits on. i am not married nor do i intend to be. that is not a sacred finger, i can wear whatever the deuce i feel like on it, so bugger off.
~ the Admiral and i continue to quarrel, but she needs me to put petrol in her tank, so i feel that i really have the moral high ground in this.
~ I am now the proud care-taker of two month-and-a-half-old white rats, named Ariel and Psyche. they reside on top of the fridge in a glass fishtank with torn out pages from past issues of National Geographic Traveller pasted to the sides. we are handleing them frequently to get them accustomed to human contact, for rats and mice are very social creatures and make themselves into pets quite quickly, provided to contact is often enough. i hope one day to get them to the point that i can let them out to play around the common room in the apartment and not have to worry about them doing anything naughty. i expect them to be spoiled quite rotten in short order.
~ Artists do not "sell out."
Selling out is an industry term for getting paid to do somehting you love and are good at. i resent this term. i'd far rather "sell out" and be allowed to paint and draw and make handcrafts for the rest of my life then do somehting drab and dull and have it wasted, but at this point i refuse to actually sell my art, so it's a moot point. my sister sold out when she decided to become an Army musician and get paid to play the sax for the rest of her life. plus the benefits of a government retirement package. oh darn, shame on her *sarcasam* *EXTREME sarcasam*
~RANT: and i'm not weak. i see no reason to go around advertising the fact that i am a badass, if indeed i am. if badassery is called for, then it will be displayed. i am quite tired of people looking down on me, or feeling superior to me because they think i am soft and squidgy and unlikely to do anything if they push me. i am laid-back and tolerant and i see no reason to advertise the fact that i could do terrible things *dramatic music* no, in all honesty. power isn't showing power, real power is that which you don't see coming until far too late. just remember this. the scariest people i know couldn't be picked out of a crowd of normals even if money were riding on it. they could kill you if they wanted. they could make bruce willis look like a pansy in every Die-Hard movie made. but they don't swagger around bragging about it. still waters run deep people. and beware the quiet man. he was such a nice young man we-don't-know-how-he-could-have-murdered-all-those-people, officer. no really. stop it. you can think you're more hardcore or meaner or tougher or more badass or stronger then me. you can scoff to yourself and tell other people that i'm a weakling. but i wouldn't if i were you, it makes you look weak yourself. weak and frightened and unsure of yourself. you can choose not to believe me when i make cool and unemotional jokes about the apocolypse. i'm tired of it. tired of everyone, from my sister to friends to coworkers who think that i'm a floormat. i take a long time to get angry, but the last time i got angry was in high school, and i still have scars. i have little to no emotional attachment to most people. i wouldn't lose any sleep at all if i had to personally destroy a life or two. the only thing that keeps me from acting is that i really don't care enough. just.don't.push.me.