Right. So the past week has been extremely eventful and filled with mood swings between upset to the point I am crying and gleeful to the point I am practically dancing. This has not been caused by my hormones, but by things happening that I am actually reacting in a sensible way to.

Monday: No school. Tried to do flvs, wound up procrastinating.

Tuesday: Got up, was sick. Spent the day sleeping and throwing up.

Wednesday: Wasn't quite better, and my day was extremely tiring. Had almost no sleep the night before because of a FREAKY nightmare with a scary green monster that I will eventually color the drawing I made of. School was more tiring than usual for no particular reason, then I got home and was floored because of a blatant (and incredibly stupid) breach of trust by a friend of the family that I don't want to go into detail about and has yet to be resolved.

Thursday: Started my bottlecap person in Jewelry Making, managed to distract Mr. Harris (and the rest of the class) for my entire physics period by playing with a snap-together circuit set he brought and making some really cool stuff. Consequentially, I'm caught up with what I missed Tuesday in his class. Went out to eat with mom and picked out my outfit for my Golden Herald interview.

Friday (today): Started off to school only to discover that afore mentioned trust-breaching family friend stole all the cash in my wallet, consisting of about $75, and leaving me with only a few dollars in changed. Spent first period in the corner of the library crying, but I don't think anyone noticed. Spent French in a funk and sought out Thivy for a hug between French and Yearbook. She was having a rotten day too so we hugged and then I had to run to yearbook. Spent most of yearbook doing a mock-interview for Theo for the Golden Herald because he was never here to get one so he needed the practice. Needed the practice. Then I was called to Mrs. Edwards office for Golden Herald stuff and got a pass from her to be late to Stagecraft. When I finally came home I was ready to cry some more over the theft, but then I checked my e-mail.

I got accepted to SCAD.
I got accepted.

No icon I have can possibly express my utter glee at this.

So yeah. That's what's happened so far. Tomorrow is my Golden Herald interview and I can't wait to see what else my week can manage to throw at me before the end.

Edit: Oh! And I forgot to mention that as soon as we got home Matthew managed to break the shower curtain rod. Fun.

I'm pathetic.

So there was a conversation in Stagecraft today that went something like this:

mitch: *says something stupid... again.*
Kevin: Do you ever
just shut up?
Me: He's got a disability. If he stops talking his brain dies.
Sarah: *is obviously trying not to smirk or laugh* Yeah, it's called Word Vomit.
mitch: *is standing right behind me* Wha?

On one hand, actually talking out against one of the morons in my class made my entire day loads better, but on the other hand I probably shouldn't feel so awesome just for some stupid joke that didn't even change anything. Ah, well.
The Catbus cometh.

Why I shouldn't be allowed to think

So. In the shower yesterday I came up with and developed a system of government for the mythology and folklore of the world. All of it was thought up before I got out of the shower.

I should have a switch that I can flip when I want to stop thinking.

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The Catbus cometh.


So, um. I cried again today, which is weird because usually I get a month's worth of pent up stress out at once and then I'm okay. Apparently the not-being-listened-to thing is worse than anything I've dealt with since elementary school. Drat. And it's a bit odd, but my brain seems to have chosen a song to express how I feel at the moment. So 'Paris is Burning' by St. Vincent has been going through my head all today, and when I really thought about it, it matched how i feel amazingly well, both the tune and lyrics. Is it bad that my brain can subconsciously pick a song to match what I feel before I've identified it? Well, I like the song.

I think I may yell at someone soon, but I hope not since what I might say would probably be like reality punching them in the face. Or gut.

So, Political funny: Hilary vs. Obama
You win! (the internet)

Meme theft~

1. Choose a few of your own characters (five at the most).
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself.

How old are you?
What's your height?
What are you?
Do you have any bad habits?
Are you a virgin?
Who's your mate / spouse? If not, got anyone in mind?
Do you have any kids?
What's your favourite food?
What's your favourite ice cream flavour?
Have you killed anyone?
Have any secrets?
Do you hate anyone?
Do you love anyone?
What is your job?
Boy or girl?
What do you do to relax?
What's something that you like?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
What's your favourite clothes/outfit?

Characters I choose: Teir, Mion, Icarus, Syl, and Kitt.

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So, Polytchi posted a meme-y thing, and I'm posting it too. Partly to be able to get presents and partly to be able to give presents. I like giving presents, because I tend to be good at it.

For the first five people who reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something.It might be something I've made just for you, or something cool from my collection, it might be a mix CD or a book, a graphic or something else that I think you might like. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less or you are encouraged to constantly insult and harass me.The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first five to reply to this, AND post this entry on YOUR live journal - 'cause it's fun to give people stuff.

Although, hardly anyone cares about my journal, so it probably won't matter.
You win! (the internet)


Thanks for Cooking Mama, Boo! I've been playing it and y'know what? I stink! But according to my teacher at SCAD this is the mark of the game designer and I'm having a lot of fun so I don't care!

I made fried chicken!