::Absence::

Woah, I've totally gone missing from my blog, haven't I?

An explanation:

I have Infectious Kyle Disease. There's a no-brainer. It is a mind-controlling thing, I tell you!!

But also, my poor Kai is in the hospital. Again. I hope this doesn't happen EVERY MAY. Seriously. No thanks. Anyway, I have been visiting every day! The last thing I want is for Kai to stare at a wall all day, alone, with nothing to do but sleep. Nyan.

For the next twelve days I shall also be gone. I have a semester of Chemistry. Still. But I swear I'll pull this off.

Also, some more good news--I am on my college's list for the EOP. Yay! While it sounds all suckish and ew-I'm-poor-ish, it really is pretty cool. I can't wait. August 13th, please!

What else is new? A crockpot, my earrings and an obsession over an iPod touch. Yeah..

JULNOWRIMO IS COMING. Who is jumping into insanity?

Love and other indoor sports (like riding the bed in half-dresses),

Blue Disastrous

::Unsaved Spreadsheets::

My title is referring to the few spreadsheets I have open right now, making lists for random courses and schedules and all that stuff. Lists are your friends!

Oh, dear. My brother is once again making a lot of noise in the kitchen. He better not throw out the Chinese food (it does feed my soul); he can rid of the cake I made, though.

So last.. Er, last last night I decided to finally make a cake. Not from a box. It took a long time to make, including the buttercream frosting, but it was way fun. Everyone in the house thinks it's yummy.. except me. The frosting is too sweet (you know I like sugar--this is too sweet in a bad way) and the cake tastes too much of flour. Of course, I am sick (thank you, love) and so everything tastes weird as hell. But not the Chinese food. Chinese food is ALWAYS good.

So. So! Are you two, like, boyfriend/girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers?

Yes. Aaanyway. Some updates::

+Finished English with a 91

+Still on page 35 of my screenplay

+My Chemistry course even stumped my uncle, who took 8 semesters of it in college

+Another 2 books were received (Paperback Swap)

+My fear of needles now only extends as far as the ones that go into veins for some medical purpose

+I was given a symbolic knife by Diana, a relatively new friend

Not much else has happened. I really can't wait until I finally have something to blog about, instead of these mundane things that come about from only leaving the house three to six times a month.

AUGUST AUGUST AUGUST.

Or even summer. I'm not really picky. As long as I'm out. Cheers.

Love and other indoor sports (like the inevitable tripping),

Blue Disastrous

::I Need More Music::

Listening to the same 1246 songs gets pretty monotonous. And yes, I did just spend five minutes trying to remember the word "monotonous" due to another brain fail.

There hasn't been much to blog about lately, and that makes me sad. Sad because I am putting out blog entries that aren't quite worthwhile, and sad because my life is, unfortunately, so uneventful that the highlights of a day include finally finding a book to order and doing another unit in English. And that is definitely not okay.

So, today. First off, once more, I slept until around four. This is also not okay. Anyway, at least I woke up to good news. I got mail!

The reason this is so exciting is that I never get mail. I'm not signed up for any memberships at stores or responsible for paying bills or a receiver of magazines or anything, so all of my mail traffic is the occasional bank statement and--WAIT. Now, I am pretty sure I've explained this before. Brain fail two in a matter of eight minutes.

But this wasn't a bank statement telling me what I already know, or anything from my dad. This.. was the best news I've had in a while. My financial aid award letter.

I've received enough grants to pay for nearly the full total for my freshman year. I can't remember if I screamed or cried or was shocked into silence (it was probably some mixture of these) but this is.. amazing. Beyond that, even. I don't have to beg my dad for help, and I don't have to miss out on college altogether. This is.. the biggest thing that will happen, most likely, until graduation. Huge. Duh. Of course. I'm still shocked.

After that, I don't even know what I did until only a few hours ago. I am pretty sure I only sat staring at the piece of paper for a bit, while other things were happening in the background.

Also, my grandma went out to get another Old Lady Bouffant, also known as The Ridiculous Afro (in my head, at least), so Dick Clark came inside. Not just in my room, either, but in the living room. And he ate my mac n cheese, then rested awkwardly half-off my lap.

Okay, then. I just got off on a very different and passionate tangent. I saw, on a photo album of one of my friends', quite an argument. I clicked. The album was of five pictures, each one containing an emo-ish couple. The first picture, one was kissing the other's cheek. The second, the couple was kissing in the rain. Very classic and cute, and dynamic shot on the photography side of it. The third was two just standing close together. The fourth was an embrace, romantic. The fifth was a sketch of a couple kissing, with credits to someone's DevArt account. Okay. So, why the outrage?

Yep. You guessed it. They were gay couples.

(Er, well, the rain one, I couldn't quite tell if the shorter person is male or female.)

Um. Okay? CUTE and NOT OBSCENE pictures in an album these people didn't have to even click on? It just bothers me that the people who commented with such passionate rage said, "I don't hate gays," but that they didn't want to log into Facebook to see "a bunch of dudes making out." Er.. "(Not that I'm anti-gay.)"

I believe there is only one picture there of one couple of questionable sexuality kissing in the rain. There is no groping, no rubbing, no flying tongues. Nothing at all obscene. Nothing out of the realm of what straight couples normally post. Hell, these pictures were way conservative for what I've seen some of my friends post. If this album shouldn't have been posted, neither should any of straight couples.

Sorry about this tangent. It just really, really bothers me that people show so much hatred toward one group of people while smiling and putting up a front of, "I'm totally supportive!" Did we, as a country, not just get out of a period of time that was full of hatred for a group of people because they have a different shade of skin colour?

Just because of a stupid book..

ANYWAY. Woah. Totally went off again. My original idea, writing of some self-discoveries sparked by another of Sara's blog entries, is now seeming like a very, very bad idea. Too much negativity in one entry. Oi. Let me just say that I've got some more evaluation to do, and I have a lot of personal work to get done and even more issues to get through.

And I'm on page eleven of my screenplay.

Love and other indoor sports (like bashing in skulls, of course),

Blue Disastrous

::Again, Again, and Again::

OH WOW. I typed the title thinking of how I have been chronically staying up into the wee hours of the morning, and then I wanted to listen to music and the first song that comes up on shuffle?

Reread the title. One of my favourites. Ever. Blaqk Audio..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4enda8_Dwc

Just go. Just go.

Hmm, so today was.. rather.. odd. It started off (kind of) around 9AM, when I attempted to wake up and failed. Quarter of an hour later, I attempted to wake up and failed. Lather, rinse, repeat. When did I actually get up, breaking this sleep spell? 4:13PM. I suppose sleeping a quarter shy of an hour in two days has finally taken its toll.

What the heck have I even been doing today? I honestly can remember nothing past Mum agreeing to let me sign up for Paperback Swap.

That is the highlight of today, really. I mean, I have had meaningful conversations, meaningless conversations, and worrisome conversations, but signing up for what will equal many books has outshone everything else. Mum pointed at two plastic crates full of books. She wants to rid of them.

They are listed on our PBS account. TWENTY-NINE BOOKS. That is exciting.

Also, current conversation.

After eavesdropping, a 31-year-old masochist teams up with David Bowie to save the world. says (1:30 AM):

lyn-z will be my maid of honour. but i will have.. no bridesmaids.

all my other friends are guys.

o_o

Vincent says (1:30 AM):

well, in all honesty, the way the world is right now, things like that have changed

After eavesdropping, a 31-year-old masochist teams up with David Bowie to save the world. says (1:31 AM):

would you like to wear a kilt?

xD

Vincent says (1:31 AM):

honestly, yah, i would do it

So. Um. Yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (中と上です),

Blue Disastrous

>:3

::Another Day::

This has been a week or so of me being ridiculously sick. And it is just that--ridiculous.

Last night I got absolutely no sleep due to being freezing with a mild fever, nausea, headache, and just about every part of my body cramping up from the cold. And yes, I did have three blankets and an additional electric one on. Stupid.

I did get sleep, though. After three. I was waiting for Mum so I could buy.. Mayhem tickets! I'm really excited. Hopefully Kai likes his birthday gift, nyan?

Anyway. I woke up around.. nine? Ate a small dinner. Wrote two more pages on my screenplay. Now I am only six pages behind. Woo! I'll catch up.

My main stopping point was where my stopping point always is--the first time a character's name is brought up.

After hours of consideration, I decided my heroine is Adrienne, her fiance is Will, and her nearly irrelevant white rabbit is (was) Lulu. Only the first two are important, though.

So far, I think it has a lot of impact.. It even sort of freaks me out. I am reliving a cauchemar, after all. Hehehe. I like that word better than "nightmare".

Anyway. Four pages, two deaths, a car crash, two flash backs and an abusive father. Four pages. One of which doesn't even really count.

So you decide.

Anyway, I just finished my ice cream and I am TIRED. So goodnight.

Love and other indoor sports (like, maybe a typing race?),

Blue Disastrous

::Metaphors for the Soul.. or Some Crap Like That::

Er. What happened today? Nothing, really. I couldn't go to school. Astronomy professor on VH didn't post today's lesson. Facebook was kind of dead. Admissions still hasn't sent an email.

I learned a bit about the sororities on campus. I am still undecided. If I remain undecided, I will stay lazy and not rush.

Umm. Cool titanium rings. Some friend drama he created out of nothingness. More House Points awarded for stupid reasons.

And now I really, really want some dino chikkin nuggets.

Love and other indoor sports (like interestingly showering),

Blue Disastrous

::Ooh the Fuzziness::

The title is a reference to the fact that I keep forgetting I have glasses now. And I can actually see. It is quite nice.

Anyway, today was.. It was boring, really. I felt like crap the whole day.

I discovered Armadillo shoes, and I want a pair.

Also, I have made a long list of things to do and important dates. So that was productive.

I still have not done Chemistry, or English for that matter.

I am hoping I can get a lot of financial aid for college, because that is really where I want to be right now.

Also, I need to somehow obtain 350$, and very soon.

Buu.

I'm trying, Kai.

Love and other indoor sports (like trying to walk in said Armadillo shoes),

Blue Disastrous

::Banananananana::

I have not blogged in a while..

Yesterday was my first day back home, er, sorta. I had Japanese class--though Mum wanted to sleep more so I had to miss it. Anyway, I went to my PLP meeting and Niemi and I basically laughed at the joke of school. And then Smith, who was supposedly missing, popped in to give me my Cal Grants GPA form, which I filled out right away and went to take it to Clark, except on the way, I ran into a distraction.

Two distractions.

Alexis and Miyu came from out of nowhere and somehow we started talking of hats (I have another order, wewt! Want one?) and Pokemon (this was when Miyu discovered I had Pokemon Crystal in my bag, and asked in choppish English if she could play--which she did, and she got me two Pokemon as well) and sewing class (which Alexis insisted I'd love) and Nana (which Alexis would not stop talking about).

Nearly half an hour later, I had to sort of rudely cut poor Alexis off because I still hadn't dropped off my form. And then I left. Which was awkward.

So then I went with Mum to the mall, where we ate as we read tons of stuff about pH balancing, which is a pretty good thing if you ask me. Except then we realised we were going to be late to pick up my glasses. They're pretty cool, though it's kinda awkward that they're JLo glasses.

A few hours later, we were home, and I suddenly was inspired to look for my ever-missing Pokemon cards. I looked in all my old board games--even Pokemon Sorry, which was sorry I could not find my cards there. I looked in the stuck bottom dresser drawer. I looked under the nightstand. I even looked under the couch--which is where I found the adapter for my keyboard that has been missing for two and a half years, which made me forget my cards to go play piano for hours.

Later yet I got extremely sick and just.. crashed.

And this morning until now (still happening, however), I've been as sick. Blargh. I really want to play piano again, or waste time looking at cards, but I must do one of two things. Either I can sew all of my hat orders, or I can work on Chemistry.

I think I will drag out the keyboard now.

Love and other indoor sports (like binder-vanishing),

Blue Disastrous

::Short Vacation::

Since Friday evening I have been with Kai. What else can I even say? That is perfection right there. Yeah, I've given up on having our own place any sooner than forever, but I'll live. We'll live. Hell, I'll even look into a single room. Hah!

As long as it comes with a cave.

Anygay, Kai has reminded me I've done nothing school-related this half-week, though not really because he is just working like a busy little bee at his presentation. He has to wear silly pants. They appear to be shiny, but do they FEEL shiny? No. I've spoken to them. They feel used.

Speaking of used pants, I must go sew the hole in these.

All right then. No more hole--though it is now a very crude line.

I be sick! As a.. sick thing! Grr. Maybe some fresh air? Like, now. Please.

I think today I'll venture out of the room, too. At least I won't be trapped. WAIT. If I go out, I can't get back in. Shat.

What to do?!

Love and other indoor sports (like cave incidents, cave crawling, and cave rolling),

Blue Disastrous

::Fifth Post Then..::

Oh dear. I really don't appreciate spammers sending me emails to "Pump up the Whoopee Stick!" when I don't have one.. Okay then..

Oh. Tis 9:11. Reminds me of fire-engine red hair. Manic Panic has a bunch of dyes that glow under blacklight. Better than that boss Zefron poster. I'm thinking Hot Hot Pink, or maybe Atomic Turquoise--except that one doesn't glow. But that would be very cool.

OH YEAH. That's why I suddenly was like, "I want contacts!" Because the glowy hair dye made me think of the contacts that glow under blacklight.. Imagine Blue. With pink hair. That glows under blacklight. And when she opens her eyes, so do they.

AMAZING.

On another note, I am pretty sure I am certifiably crazy. Really, truly mental. I think it is a combination of the depression, fibro, boredom, and my extreme talent for being a pushover. Or not so much as that, but wanting to please everyone. I hate saying no.

I am an indecisive pleaser with mental issues. You know what this makes me?

::An actor.

-BD