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12 February 2006 @ 06:50 pm
I swear my mother is trying to set me up with a 19 year-old, blue-haired boy who is the son of one of her collegues. Thus far I have learened that 1) he is a quarter Japanese and generally classified as nipponophile, 2) he went into the Marines to support a friend, (his mum was, as my mum put it, "unamused"), and was medically discharged for screwing up his knee, and 3) he has made tennis shoes out of duct tape.

I am having so much fun playing dumb.

EDIT: The end of our conversation:
mahanson (6:57:58 PM): Anyway, I'm going to go watch Grey's Anatomy. It's part 2 of a 2 part show.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:08 PM): Otay.
mahanson (6:58:17 PM): Ms. Grey has her hand in a chest cavity on a bomb.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:25 PM): O____o
CircusStarTricks (6:58:26 PM): Eek.
mahanson (6:58:30 PM): gripping
CircusStarTricks (6:58:32 PM): (Is it better than House?)
mahanson (6:58:38 PM): naw.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:48 PM): Well, that's reassuring.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:50 PM): Have fun.
mahanson (6:58:59 PM): Oh. And Patrick is cute in a 19 year old sort of way.
CircusStarTricks (6:59:20 PM): That's ... good to know. XD
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: nil - Bambi
 
 
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12 February 2006 @ 12:36 am

Lesson:  Do not take important standardised tests on only two hours' sleep.  Even if it doesn't affect your score, you will be unhappy.  (Also, you start to lose so very hard at homonyms after a while.  Affect.  God.) (Edit: And again: Hours'. 9_____9 *headdesk*)

... GUESS HOW MUCH SLEEP I GOT LAST NIGHT! :D

... I have no idea why I haven't gone to bed now.  I should. 

Ehhhhh, my bed is covered in cats.

 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Death*Rabbits - Ideal Story
 
 
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10 February 2006 @ 02:57 pm
 Signs you should just GIVE UP AND STOP STUDYING:

The timer goes on your practise essay, and you realise you've just spent half an hour drawing Dumbledores in Santa hats and flower crowns all over your paper.

Ahahaha, fuck.  I'm shaking.  Seventeen hours until the ACT.  Buggerbuggerdamnohgodohgodwe'reallgoingtodie.  ;_;
 
 
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: FAKE? - GARDEN
 
 
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MY SCANNER DOES NOT WORK AGAIN.

Rage.
 
 
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
Current Music: ELLEGARDEN - I Hate It
 
 
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04 February 2006 @ 10:33 pm

Heeheehee.  Sticky notes.  Coloured sticky notes.  Stacked in patterns.  With push-pins that match. :3


.... I am a freak. :D

Gonna go dye my hair again!  *BOUND!*

 
 
Current Mood: nerdyOCD!
Current Music: Boom Boom Satellites - Moment I Count
 
 
 
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03 February 2006 @ 10:26 pm
Just consider how terrible the day of your death will be.  Others will go on speaking, and you will not be able to argue back.
- Ram Mohun Roy

WHAT A HORRIBLE THOUGHT! D:

...

Eee-hee-hee.... :3

Um,  yeah, that being said, there's also, bum-bum-bum, SEMINAR AT EVERGREEN.  I've been a little apprehensive of it, in part because, they don't actually explain what they mean by "seminar" very clearly on the website, (or if they do, it's buried somewhere, which doesn't help).  (This, I guess, is one of those times I'm actually glad of my LJ-holicness, 'cos I've found out oodles of things just by watching tesc.)  Anyway.  From what people are saying, it's the sort of thing that I would have loved back when, you know, I could talk to people, or if I could put aside enough of my agorophobicosity inhibitions to go and Voice Opinions.  Which is easier said than done.  But, then again, going off and doing this -- and not failing -- requires a whole lot of suspension of inhibitions in the first place.  Scary.  (Of course, I still have no idea if I'm getting in to Evergreen or not.  Based on their requirements, and what I've seen, and my GED scores, I ought to.  I HAVE TURNED IT INTO A MATTER OF WILLPOWER, AND I HAVE A POSITIVE ATTITUDE.)  (Shut up, Ryuutarou. ¬_¬ )  (ACT is next Saturday at Samoana.  Gotta figure out how to 1. score ridiculously high on it, and 2. get the scores to Evergreen, um, several months ago.) 

I seem to have rated my top three universities according to the not-crap-ness of their website.  Evergreen is obnoxious, but easy enough to get around.  SOU requires digging, and dates aren't exactly clear.  U of O ... is just ... aaaargh.  Their Digital Arts page is nice, but whoever did their Asian Studies (and possibly others, but I haven't looked that deeply) department page should be keelhauled.  Just sayin'.

.... I wonder if Dir en grey is releasing anything new in the next 800 years or so.  Because I do like them so very much, when Kyo is not having fits into the mic Clever Sleazoid isn't involved I ... uh ... like them....  I just want a new single that I could possibly actually enjoy. :x

Edit:  In which my tastes in literature are brought down -- or possibly up, depending on how you look at it -- another sixteen points: GIRAFFES? GIRAFFES! by Dr. and Mr. Dorris Haggis-on-Whey.  "Some of the things you will read about giraffes will surprise you.  Perhaps so much so that you want to yell these new facts out your bathroom window.  If you feel this urge, we encourage you to act on it.  No, actually, we don't.  We discourage it.  Wait.  We changed our minds.  We do encourage it.  You know what?  In the end, it's really up to you."  Giraffes came from probably Neptune, did you know?  On conveyors.  (It's like Eddie Izzard only with not as many fucks in.)
 
 
Current Mood: restless*fidgets*
Current Music: Dir en grey - Itoshi wa Fuhai Nitsuki
 
 
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03 February 2006 @ 12:33 pm
There's a cricket in my room.

And I've found torrents for A Bit of Fry and Laurie and Mythbusters and NOVA.

I am one very happy geek.

(And now I have to ruin it all and go back to work.)
 
 
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
Current Music: GO!GO!7188 - Pepper Keibu
 
 
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03 February 2006 @ 01:51 am

I think.  I think any time an American says they can't understand an Australian accent that isn't Steve Irwin or Crocodile Dundee, or they put subtitles over any sort of British accent on television ... I think whenever that sort of thing happens, there should be a big red button that, when pressed, sends either a massive jolt of electricity through or a rain of bricks down upon or Mystery Option Three straight to the originator of the atrocity.  
 
*sigh*

(The, uh, the exception being Brad Pitt in Snatch, but not being able to understand him is kind of the point.)

I'm reorganising my Netflix queue.  It's recommended zillions of Mafia films to me, and I don't know why.  Most of what I've rented are dramas, anime, and Terribly British Things.  Ah.  Yes.  Now it's giving me more Terribly British Things, as well as ... Charlie Chaplin.  Okay....  OOOH!  HOLD EVERYTHING!  NEVERWHERE!  WHEN DID THEY GET NEVERWHERE?! *spaz spaz flail yeee!*  Heeheehee.

I see they've cast the new characters for OotP.  And I still think Ving Rhames should've been Kingsley Shacklebolt.  And I fear -- FEAR -- for Luna Lovegood.  *sigh*

 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: Gackt - Black stone (shutupshutupshutup)
 
 
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02 February 2006 @ 12:40 am
I stayed up really late last night, making a new layout for my journal.  Because I'm dangerous like that, and I knew that if I didn't finish it all the way, I was just going to leave the sidebar undone for months and months and months like last time.  I kind of think I caused a spike in the weirdness level of my journal, though....  *cough*

Anyway, I was terribly tired this morning. And really, really wanted to sleep.  Which means I got woken up at some unholy hour by the dulcet tones of the shop-vac.  I got up and poked my head out of the bedroom, and the FP was walking in and out of his bedroom with the vacuum and a squeegy-thing, mopping up a flood that went from his bedroom to the spare bedroom, and halfway down the hall to mine.  "Fantastic," I say.  He asked if my room had flooded, and I told him it hadn't, and went off to pull on my boots and help.  As I was going to pull my boots out of the closet -- two feet from the computer which sits on the floor -- I go step, step, step, splish, splish, splish ... splish "... Fuck."  Sigh.

They cancelled classes by nine, and by noon, all the ACNR people -- and I mean EVERYONE BUT MY FATHER who is crazy anyway -- at the Land Grant were like, "Fuck it.  It's pouring.  There's flood warnings.  We're going home."  It's been raining since, like, Friday, and now we've got gale force winds, oh boy, oh boy, AND!  There's  a typhoon across the dateline by Vanuatu heading east causing all this craziness! Apparently it'll go south of us, but, eheheh, this time last year, there was one that was GOING TO HIT US DEAD ON, NOPE, NOT CHANGING COURSE, BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES, PEOPLE, and it swung off three hours out and hammered Ta'u instead.  So.  Nothing is certain, and I predict doom. :D

'Tis the season. :x

....  I WILL NOT ORDER THE JAPANESE SPECIAL EDITION OF FRANZ FERDINAND'S YOU COULD HAVE IT SO MUCH BETTER.  I will not.  I don't need it.  (I waaaaaaaaant it.)
 
 
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Jale - Wash My Hands
 
 
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31 January 2006 @ 04:56 pm
This would be so much easier if I were a narcissist.  As it stands, I have no ego.  I have negative ego.  My ego is what you get when you divide by zero.

In other news, fuck, fuck, bugger, damn, and otherwise devil.  Hooray!
 
 
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