Ugh. I'm so slack. I've been doing the very slow move... partly because no one else has been around to watch the dogs these last two nights, but mostly because I'm too slack to actually move. All my stuff is there - I've run out of clothes that are still here... I'm hopeless. Abso-frikking-lutely hopeless.

And almost proud of it.

But tomorrow I intend to try sleeping over there. I'll spend some time there trying to convince Mel this one wall needs two bookcases against it to keep a room from looking like a dungeon. I also need to find a bedside lamp at some point...




...It's the Christmas Party this Sunday. I'll make sure someone posts for me if I get arrested for strangling someone, I promise.

Typical line: How the heck does one assemble so much crap?

My line: I know exactly how I got all this crap, I just wasn't prepared to move it to a shared space... what am I supposed to do with it...?

Also debating whether to actually move in until we get the internet. What? I'm not addicted, how dare you suggest such a thing! LIESALLLIES!

So, for the past... what, five weeks or so? I've been not-sick. Not-sick is that kind of state where you're not really at one hundred percent, but you can function perfectly well, and you don't look or sound sick, you just... don't work properly. In my case, the only real proof that other people can pick up on is that I'm a little sulkier around my mother (as in the truly humiliating but who cares "Mummy make me feel better!") and I have a bit more difficulty stringing thoughts together in any coherant format.

Since, when doing so in real time, like speaking, or rambling online, I rarely have the ability to string thoughts together in a really coherant format at the best of time, most people would say I don't actually have a tell.

The last three weeks, I've been not-sick during the week, and then spend the time between Friday afternoon and Monday noon ACTUALLY sick. Coughing and spluttering and headachey and in an entirely bitchy mood that manifests in "yeah, sure, do whatever you want I DON'T CARE".

I resent this, somewhat.

Mothermine says I should go to the doctor, but I don't really want to be told I have a cold so man up. Also, it's hard to go to the doctor on the weekend, and during the week it would be along the lines of "yeah, I look fine NOW, but in a couple days..." Besides, I can put up with it. Weekends are for slacking off.

Except this weekend. This weekend is supposed to be about rushing around buying a bed (Minimum $260 for a mattress alone. A MATTRESS.) and cleaning this new house and getting the garden in some semblance of order and moving stuff and also belatedly-celebrating my sister's birthday yesterday (she's officially a grown-up. Even the financial side of the government says so now. We shall point and laugh!) and in between all this making up for the hours of sleep I didn't actually have during the week.

Naturally, this is the sickest I've felt yet.

Resentment. LOTS AND LOTS OF RESENTMENT.

Also, whenever something ridiculous comes to mind I keep hearing the phrase "Purple Walrus". I resent Jay for this! YOU HEAR ME, WOMAN?! RESENTMENT.

And now I have to go to the chiropractor and get cracked. MORE RESENTMENT! TO HELL WITH YOU ALL I'M JUST GOING TO GIVE UP AND GET ON WITH IT! BLARGH!

This is very scary - Mel and I got a house!

It's pretty old, and there's a broken floorboard, water damage, and a massive backyard (I am considering following through on my occasional need to have a vegetable garden... I blame Year Eight and those science-agriculture classes that made me grow corn and like it), but it's three bedrooms, with three common areas with lots of windows and a big kitchen and my room even comes with a built-in pin up board so I can stick up pictures without worrying about the paint and - and the paint! It's all bold magenta and turquoise! Funky funky stuff.

I get the idea no one else applied for it, because it all happened very fast. We saw it on Saturday, but the real estate agent wasn't open over the weekend, so I sent off the application at like ten yesterday morning (don't tell my boss what I was using the fax for), and I was agreeing to meet the home owner for keys and stuff later this week by two.

This is absolutely terrifying and I may flail a bit over the next week in which I slowly move out. By the bye - if I disappear for a few weeks, it's because we won't have internet until we do, so... yeah.

Eep!

My god. People are just... stupid. There is no other word for it. Fandom, do you hear me? You are S.T.U.P.I.D.

FANDOM: We demand gay characters in canon!!!

WRITERS: -sidelong look- Um. -points- Subtext to keep the parents happy, but uh... yeah. Not all that subtle, really.

FANDOM: ....WHAT?! YOU CAN'T MAKE THAT CHARACTER GAY! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

-headdesk-

Here I spent the last six months cheering Archie for actually having the guts to do it (I didn't think it was that subtle. There are ways you phrase 'friend' that tell you quite blatantly that friends are not what you are. Especially when preceded by '...' Bah-jeezus.), but then as soon as it gets confirmed out of canon, the boards have a fit!

And what the hell do they mean 'stereotype'? He's not flambouyant, he's not bitchy, he's very intelligent, he doesn't give a damn about the way he looks...! CLEARLY YOU CAN'T HAVE A CHARACTER WITHOUT IT BEING A STEREOTYPE ANYMORE!

GRAH!

-pantpantpant-

I really hope this is just an anti-Penders-anything issue, because otherwise, I think I actually am ticked off about a political issue. And I really don't want to be. But seriously... my god. People are stupid.

I've found a way to make the work party work. I've made up the invitations. I have the paper to print the invitations on. I just need the invites okayed by Deville's and Manager, need to put in the order, and then distribute said invites, and buy the goddamn prizes that might not end up being used if the managers don't do their part, and I... am... DONE.

Oh joy...!

Oh, joyous joy...!

Has anyone seen the new Tinkerbell?

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BITCHY, SLIGHTLY EVIL BUT ULTIMATELY GOOD PIXIE/G-RATED PORN STAR?!

I am not impressed by her niceness.

At all.

matzerfratzinpartystupidwouldn'tevenbegoingifgrumblegrr

I think I might be sick, but not actually. I just haven't felt a hundred percent for like a week. And I'm really tired despite sleeping okay the last few nights. Meh. Tired and frustrated and WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING ORGANISING THIS PARTY GODDAMMIT.

grah and grumble.

I am intrigued and somewhat amused by the idea of the new YGO movie, but I actually know nothing about it... hmmm... somehow, I will find out. I must. -nodnod-

Saw Astroboy last night.

It wasn't... fall out of my seat, keep me enthralled the whole way through awesome, but...

It was still pretty awesome.

I just got stuck on the expressions, and the quick reference-jokes ("It's been that way for fifty years!"), and how, while it took itself seriously the entire time, it was also very bloody aware of the weirdness that is Tetsuwa Atom ("I have machine guns... in my butt?!").

Ohh, the expressions were awesome. Especially Astro's. The animators made his "are you freakin' KIDDING ME" face so very blunt, and he did it fairly regularly. Have to love it.

And even though Toby was a complete prat, he still made me cry. It was a leet-le bit of a cop-out, but it still worked. And the voices, almost all-round, were really well done. I loved the president. He was just FUN, the entire time. I don't understand why they had to make him a president, though, when they still had the Ministry of Science... believe me when I say that Prime Ministers can be just as trigger-happy stupid.

The surface kids... they were entertaining enough, but they did not hold my interest. At all. Cora felt like a character they had to stick in because they needed at least one female character, and, as the only one of her kind, that meant she needed to be OHMIGOD SO AWESOME AND RELATABLE and just generally Mary-Sueish. I know they're necessary to appease certain people, but I really hate characters like that.

I think Dr Tenma's story could have been a little more meaningful if he hadn't done what he did in the end, but, then, y'know, the ending was just all-round a little... ad-ven-ture AstroBOOOOY! Can't fault 'em for that, of course. Like Cora. Creators need to do what they need to do. Still, it makes me pine for the days of old kids' movies, where you could have bittersweet endings on emotional levels, and the characters stood on their own, rather than fulfilling certain... needs.

...and I'm gonna cut off that rant right there.

In other news, I have stocktake today. I have to leave the house before 6.30. This is not cool. I also have to sit behind a desk and mark off other people's counting all day. This is also not cool.

In other, other news, I'm going to see a flat this afternoon. It's apparently 'run down', but it's big and three rooms, and only 295 a week. And so help me, I am going to make Mel laugh whether she likes it or not. GRAH. FEAR MY DETERMINATION.

Right. Gotta go or I'll be late. BYE!

This is still that story I mentioned, so... yes.

The first half of the first chapter...

And now, the second half...

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so yeah. I need opinions. I need help. Please? Pretty please?

So, so nervous...

The Prologue...

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The second half of the first chapter...

Okay, so, I'm not fishing for compliments here - I really want your honest opinions.

I found my Reaping the Reward files. You know, the story that got removed from ffdn and I couldn't be bothered editineg it to put on the website (moot point now, really), and then I actually lost the floppy disk that I had it on? Well, I found it on a half-broken USB drive, and... so I started editing the thing.

So, honest opinion, guys - should I edit and repost?

For those who don't know/remember, RtR was a YGO story I wrote back in '04-'05. It started out because the one cliche I hadn't tried yet (but was ridiculously popular at the point) was the Angel/Demon trope, but it actually had nothing to do with demons, and only angels if you tilted your head and squinted. It was one of my most successful YGO stories, but it got deleted because, this was before the review-reply feature, and... yeah. I wasn't really upset when it got deleted, because it took me an entire year to do, and the subject matter got pretty dark sometimes, which lead to some kind of creepy reviews.

Anyway. Here's the edited prologue - give it a read and tell me what you think, please? Pretty please? I know I'm so slack when it comes to reviews--or even talking--myself, and I don't deserve it, and it probably sounds like I'm fishing for compliments, but... I really don't know what to do with it. Help?

( Yes, it's melodramatic and doesn't seem to have a lot to do with YGO, I admit this... )</div>---------
and the first half of the first chapter...

This is a test - a what? A test - a what? A TEST! OH, A TEST!

/obscure reference.

It's stuck in my head now.

...

DAMN YOU lavaliere!

So over work. So over being bored. So over hanging around waiting for stuff to happen. So over getting in trouble for stopping to talk to people when I'm wandering around looking for stuff to do. So over pissing off my 3iC (granted, she had a reason today, though I don't think she would have if we actually had all of our management team and she wasn't doing three jobs at once, but.... the point remains I acknowledge I was wrong, and I'M OVER THAT TOO). So over getting up at five thirty. So over leaving the house before seven simply to get a parking space that I don't have to pay for. So over the train. So over distributing emails. So over walking past stuff I want to buy. So over 17 bucks an hour. So over being in charge of office supplies. So over not actually being allowed to help other departments out. So over waiting on twenty-four hours for things.

So, so incredibly over it.

I don't need the time I have, but less hours means less money and I'm still not entirely sure I can afford what I'm doing.  Hell, our store isn't really financially viable anyway - they keep saying we will be after Christmas, but for the love of Mike... this is ridiculous. Everyone who comes to our store from somewhere else comments on how very dead we are. And they're right! We're dead! We have maybe one financially viable day a week! We're a great store and the people that come in love us, but A) no one knows we're there, and B) there are TWO OTHER FRIKKING JBs WITHIN ONE HUNDRED FRIKKING METRES.

I'M OVER THOSE STORES STEALING OUR STUFF, TOO.

To quote Kat the Counter girl - "I mean fuck, man!"

GRAH. Bitch, whinge and complain. I'm supposed to be getting busier towards the end of the year. Instead, I'm learning how to do my job faster, so I'm actually taking even less frikking time. THANK GOD I have a meeting out the back of frikking Burke tomorrow, so I'll be able to take off at twelve, but that's still gonna be at least two bloody hours of nothing!

...GRAH. DO YOU HEAR ME?! GRAH.

That's right - this girl!

A while back I was volunteered to organise the Southern Region Christmas party (organising... -twitch- party... -twitchtwitch- for Southern Region -twitchetytwitchtwitch-) but that's okay because I don't really MIND doing it. It gives me something to do at work during those ridiculously long hours in which I am supposed to do... stuff I've already finished...

I still kinda hate it. Especially because, well... honestly? It's pretty much an excuse to get drunk, and this year, they want the focus to NOT be on getting drunk, so we're doing little subtle things to avoid it, like having it on a Sunday, in a tavern, etc etc. And because I send the emails, I get the flack! JOY!

The fact that I've never been to a work party before, let alone a JB's party, is entirely beside the point to the people who volunteered me.

-twitchetytwitchytwitch-

I should have thought about this as a possiblilty before wearing raver clothes to work... people think I actually go out. Hm.

In other news, it's almost entirely certain I'm moving in with Mel when her lease runs out next month! This is both very cool and very scary. Stay tuned for updates that will no doubt make you roll your eyes at my ridiculousness!

Due to Forces Beyond Our Control, there's a possibility Mel might need a housemate soonish. And I want to move out.

The thing, at the time, was that I am a terrible, terrible person, and very, very lazy, and a hermit of the highest degree, so we all kind of thought it best if I moved out on my own next year. This was working for me, because... well, given how much board/rent I give to my parents and HOW LITTLE I ACTUALLY MAKE (so very bitter, yet, really, I have only myself to blame... BUT IT'S A JOB WITHOUT CUSTOMERS. BLARGH TO YOU ALL), right now I have only $400 a month to play with. Naturally, I have been playing beyond my means a little bit.

And I want to do so even more because JAY JAYS HAS FINALLY MOVED BEYOND HELLO KITTY AND KYUTE MONSTERS. So I want new clothes. And I've needed new jeans for, oh, about two years now, so...

ANYWAY.

But now Mel may need a housemate. And, I think, if she does, she might need it soonish.


I just had a random thought. Mel wants a cat. If we move in together, I could very well have a cat!

I like this. I don't know why, because cats tend to hate me unless I'm trying to write (in which case they love me and need to be with me right now), but... I like this...

Must...restrain...self... fangirling...bad...gah...

Seriously. Super Mario Brothers Z. Episode 8. Fight scenes. Oh baby.

I was never a Ninendo child. I've never played a Mario Brothers game. The closest I've come is watching machinima, and... well... yeah.

But between SMBZ and Tigura21 on youtube? So tempted. So very, very tempted.

Because CLEARLY it has nothing to do with the sheer awe-inspiring skills of the machinimation artists. It's all in the game. CLEARLY.

Must... restrain... urge... to squeal... dammit...!

In other news, I got asked about Reaping the Reward again... and again, I feel guilty, but have no real desire to edit the damn thing, let alone repost it. Oh, my life is pain. -bricked- Yeah, I totally deserve it, but... -double bricked- sorry.

Weird dreams. I have been having weird dreams lately.

I don't really remember them all that well, but considering it's been a while since I've remembered having dreams at all, I'm not overly surprised. But I always remember just enough to think they were weird.

Like dreaming that a new webcomic I've found in the last few months is going to close down, because it got too popular and freaked out the author. I really don't think that's going to happen with this comic, and it's honestly more likely that I'm going to abandon it, because I sense some slashy goodness, and in this particular fandom... no. It's already pushing my squick button a little by TECHNICALLY being about real people.

TECHNICALLY.

If TV weren't a horrible liar.

And they had super powers.

And aliens.

Moving on.

Usually my dreams are really, ridiculously boring, but weirdly prophetic. Like, I'll dream about writing a sentence, and then three weeks later... I'll suddenly realise I wrote the sentence I dreamed about. Or have the conversation I dreamed of having with my friends. I suspect this is just because the sentence or conversation topic has been working through my subconscious and since dreams are intrinsically linked with the subconscious and all that...

But it'd be cool if they were actually prophetic. I'd wish they were on slightly more interesting topics than sentence-writing, of course, but...

Last night I went to bed thinking about scarab_dynasty's last post, so I'm not altogether surprised one of my many half-a-dreams was about that (I woke up like six times. Last night was not a good sleeping night). No, not about speaking French, though I do have a friend that does. I can say 'oui' and 'non' with horrible accents and I AM DAMN PROUD.

More to do with spirituality and stuff. Coz all of my friends and I have different perspectives of religion and spirituality and the paranormal and all that stuff. And while we can and do have the discussions every so often, (one of them technically does religious studies, remember, and I have the bad habit of picking up little nuances in what she says when she talks about it that lead to discussions on ethics and religion and other big topics. Like the word evil. AND IT'S SO EASY WHEN YOU'RE E-VIL! -bricked- Sorry.) we make sure to keep things on a quasi-theoretical level. While we will say 'this is what I believe', we tend to go "uh huh" and move on to the more tangible concepts of belief (wow, that made little to no sense), rather than get into the whys and hows.

I don't actually remember my dream last night. But I know it had something to do with that, and all the Supernatural (TV show) Fandom Secrets there have been lately.

I DON'T EVEN WATCH SUPERNATURAL, WHAT THE HELL.

Very weird.

Scarab, I will comment to your post tonight. This afternoon. Whatever. It will be long and rambly and I apologise in advance.

Now I have to go to work. I'm going to try and actually work the whole time, today. No rambling walks, no strange discussions with Josh about the Mario and Sonic games (seriously. HOW CAN YOU HAVE BOSS BATTLES AT THE OLYMPICS?!)(and also, HOW did that question lead to Josh saying Sonic's the perfect height to be a boob man? SERIOUSLY. The boy is strange.), no stopping to stare at laptop boxes (they're totally planning something).

And hopefully I won't accidentally tick off my 3iC. I don't hold out much hope for this, but I'm gonna try.

So one thing I have to say I've noticed while playing Sonic Heroes, aside from the fact that even if you were good at this game, high-speed characters make great STORY characters, but they can never achieve their true awesomeness when human reflexes are behind the controls and therefore kinda suck a little bit... aside from that, I have to say the one thing I've noticed is that no one should ever complain about the 4Kids voice actors in the game continuity.

Ever.

I mean, sure, I would like to take to the woman who played Shahra with a handy two-by-four, and Jason Griffiths is only really just coming into the role, but after playing Knuckles in Sonic Heroes, where he is NOT played by Dan Green...?

4Kids rocks my geeky Sonic fangirl socks.

Seriously. You go play Sonic Heroes, hear Knuckles say "Too cool!" and not be a little disturbed. I dare you.

And then compare that with Sinbad. And still tell me 4Kids sucks in all things.

Creepiest. Echidna. EVER.

Turns out? I suck at emulated games. Just sayin'. I mean, I always kinda suck at Sonic-style games to start with (I love the franchise an' all, but my god do I not have the reflexes for speed-games), but emulated games? Where you have to figure out what keyboard key matches up with what controller key and WHY DOES ESC. MAKE ME ATTACK I WANT TO GO TO BED, DAMMIT and all that stuff? Yeah. Really, really suck.

However. In the Sonic PC collection, you also get these cute little cursor icons. Of course, I had to make use of this, and so now whenever my computer is thinking, Tails flies around my screen. And when it's actually working too hard to do anything else, Sonic goes for a run. And they're tiny and kyute and OKAYIAMADORKSHUTUP!

In other news, both Merlin and NCIS have quasi-disappointed me with their season returns, because both seem to have writers on staff that went "Ocrap, we need this plot point to happen! Uhm, uhm, uhm, okay, TADA! Done. I am awesome." When I am reading several really bad webcomics that can just insert plotpoints and wrap up storylines better than this in the space of two days? Seriously not impressed.

But hey. I do not write for televsion and I am not trying to win over the hearts of five million viewers without resorting to slashy supertext (yes, Merlin, I am looking at you), so WHAT THE HELL DO I KNOW.

........I'm going to make bread.