Naughty Fluffy Bunny

*stabs ovaries weakly*

i knew this would be a bad month i can't even capitalize or punctuate properly

*stabs ovaries*

Oh ovaries, I didn't miss your wacky hijinks. =____=;; At least you timed yourselves properly this month. But please, I'd like to be able to eat something.

*stabs ovaries*

I got so angry at my dad today that I started my period early. Nnnnnnnngh. =___=;; This, along with the super hot 100+ weather lately is making me cranky. And I have no chocolate or ice cream.

*diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies*

*stabs ovaries*

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS WHENEVER I WANT TO GO SOMEWHERE AWESOME?!

*stabs ovaries*

I didn't let them stop me from going to the bead show today! The stuff I bought is worth the pain. Though I wish I had tons more money.

GUESS WHO FINALLY HAS WIRELESS INTERNETS?!

MY LAPTOP WEEPS NO MORE.

R.I.P. Dick Clark.

I've watched him on TV pretty much every New Year's Eve for my whole life. Even if other channels had their NYE celebrations on TV (and with better performances/people showing up), I always watched New Year's Rockin' Eve because I felt it was the "real" New Year's celebration. And I've always wanted to celebrate NYE in New York with all the people in Times Square even if it would be crazy and loud and bitterly cold.

I know the past years after his stroke affected him terribly. It always made me sad to think that someone I've seen and had good memories with would suddenly disappear from my universe of experiences. It's sort of like when John Paul II died; he was my Pope. He was the one I'd known my whole life, I was fond of him even if I'd never met him, and I didn't want there to be another.

But Dick Clark kept hosting every single year (except 2004 since that's when he had the stroke).

He persevered. He proved to the world that you can recover from a tragedy and still go on with your life. He wanted to make the people who watched and celebrated happy along with him. Even though it was obvious that hosting was becoming an ordeal for him, he still wanted to do the show he's been known for and made famous around the world. He even said: "Last year I had a stroke. It left me in bad shape. I had to teach myself how to walk and talk again. It's been a long, hard fight. My speech is not perfect but I'm getting there." This is the kind of hope, strength, and spirit that should be praised and applauded, even if you're not family, or a friend, or a neighbor, or even met the man at all.

It won't be the same without him counting down to ring in the new year.

Dick Clark is my New Year's host.

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE! ♥ ♥ ♥

And don't forget to celebrate Half-Price Chocolate Day tomorrow. :3

I just got an e-mail from Godiva, inviting me to make a custom Easter basket at their boutiques, and you get a free basket, ribbon and trimmings.

WELL FUCK YOU TOO YOU BASTARDS.

Ash Wednesday! Time to repent for all the sinning you did on Mardi Gras. XD!

But now it's officially Lent, which means no meat for me on Fridays. Boo. :x And, as usual, now is when I really crave a cheeseburger with bacon. *crai*

Anyway, to mix it up this year, instead of giving up something for Lent (uh besides abstaining from meat on Fridays), I've decided to do something instead. I'm going to try my hardest to make 40 new jewelry pieces for Que Sera Designs. One new piece of jewelry a day, for every day of Lent. At least. Hopefully. :/

I already have the pieces to make a cute necklace for spring! That will be my first project, starting today.

On the jewelry front, I'm also working on designs for the jewelry design contest that is being run by the Southern California Local Bead Store Association. There's some nice prizes, and I'm trying to come up with a fabulous design to really wow the judges. Thankfully, the piece isn't due until June-ish.

Wish me luck!

I HAVE FAST INTERNET!!!

Now I just... need to buy a wireless router so that we have wifi and I have FAST INTERNETS on my laptop, and all will be perfect.

Coming back from Midnight Mass means it's officially Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! ♥




... and apparently everyone's forgotten that I write fics, since I only wrote one response to the meme in my last post.

GUESS WHO FINALLY HAS A PSP, BITCHES?!

THAT'S RIGHT.

ME.

And not only that, I got it for practically free, since I've been hoarding gift cards for a year. For the price of one new game, I got myself a shiny new PSP (black) and 3 games: Patapon, Knights in the Nightmare, and Jeanne d'Arc. I would've gotten Crisis Core, but they were missing the disk when I went up to pay, which made me all ;___;. But I think I'll be happy for now.

... until I start getting new PSP games for Christmas and birthdays.

>_>;;

I want Kingdom hearts: Birth By Sleep, Dissidia, Dissidia Duodecium, and Crisis Core.

BUT YES.

I AM SO EXCITE.

THERE IS NO HIGH LIKE THE GETTING STUFF AT A BARGAIN HIGH.

*stabs ovaries*

And to make it more interesting, this month I'm having rather violent moodswings. :/ I just want to curl up in bed and not talk to anyone, which is strange because I was in a good mood yesterday.

It's Monday.

My neighbor's metal band has been "practicing" for over an hour already. Not only have they started early, they apparently have louder amps now, judging from the way I can feel the bass through the house.

=____=;;

So, here I am in the library and I have just noticed that a man has brought a computer into the library and is availing himself of the free wireless like I am.

Note: I did not say he brought his laptop. He has brought his computer.

Next to him are the empty boxes of what looks like a new Acer computer. The Acer computer that he is currently using. It has a tower and flatscreen monitor, keyboard and mouse, and he's checking his email on Yahoo. I know this because his monitor is nice and bright and large.

... I have to say that seeing someone bring in their whole computer to the library is definitely something I haven't seen before.

I'm finally getting LJ notif emails! From over a week ago. >_>;; Nice job, LJ! *thumbs up!*

In additional, and more personal fail, my mother doesn't know how old I am. And, after the initial shock wore off, I found that I was, surprisingly, not surprised. Looks like things aren't shaping up for a good birthday this year. Maybe I should just dig a hole to hide in.

So the neighbor boy-teen-person-thing has a garage band. They have been very loud lately. They played very loud last night from about 8pm until midnight. They are playing loud again right now, practicing, I think. They've been at it for at least two hours.

They are bad. As in, not very good.

And they keep playing the same loud song with screechy-yelling-omg-I'm-hardcore-so-I-must-scream-incoherently "lyrics". I've counted. They're at the fifth repetition. I thought they were done, because they were playing other stuff (still badly), but then they started again.

I'm about ready to throw a brick at them.

=____=;;


EDIT...

AND NOW IT'S NUMBER SIX.

I want to eat cream puffs. T__T And eclairs. And those pumpkin frosted donuts from Krispy Kremes. And... practically anything else sweet and tasty and delicious.

Damn you, strange and sudden cravings!

*shakes fist at*

Had a mildly traumatic incident occur yesterday afternoon. D:

First, the background.

Behind my house (well, backyard) is a kind of alley between this housing subdivision and the one on the next street (yay suburbia). It's made up of the backyard fences of both subdivisions, and the openings are closed off by tall chainlink fencing (the subdivisions run between two fairly busy streets). Now, the alley area is fenced off because there's power lines that run the length of the alley, and the alley itself is mainly used by the electric company trucks, when they service the lines and stuff. So there's really nothing in the alley except dirt and weeds, not even trash, because the property owners who live against the alley have the keep their bit of it clean and debris-free so the company trucks have clear access (or else we get a fine or something).

But because this alley is so convenient and between two major streets, lots of the kids from the high school down the street use it as a shortcut through the subdivisions. I mean, why walk all the way around the blocks to get home, when you can just duck through the alley and hop your own backyard fence? So, there's foot traffic in the alley, though not as much as you'd think. It's not a major thoroughfare or anything (what with those chainlink fences and all).

Anyway, yesterday afternoon after my mom came home, she went up to her bedroom to change and watch TV, etc. The master bedroom in our house has a big window that -- ta-dah -- overlooks the backyard and the alley. I was in the computer room doing my internet things, when I suddenly hear my mom shout:

"DID HE JUST DUMP A BODY IN THE ALLEYWAY?!"

Now, my mom's TV was on, so at first I thought she was just talking to the TV. You know, like when you yell at people in horror movies for being stupid and getting axe-murdered. But my mom is still squawking, so I get up and go to her room to see what the fuss is about. I look out the open blinds (normally they're closed because of the heat) and there is a body in the alley.

I freak out and my mom freaks out, so we're there freaking out together. It looks like a teenage boy and he's all curled up like he's asleep but very limp and to me it looks like his pants have been pulled down (or else he's doing that stupid sagging thing where you can see a boy's boxers). But I don't see any blood or anything like that. I think that maybe he was jumped and beaten up or something.

We get my dad upstairs to look and eventually I get out from my mom that she saw some other guy leave this boy in the alley. So we're all freaking out and my dad goes to call the police about what's going on. I'm rushing about and my mom says some other guy has come to check on the guy in the alley, and apparently he's not dead! Just very limp. And high. Or drunk. Maybe both. The guy tries to get him up, leaves him there and goes away. Eventually he comes back, with some girl and they both manage to heave the limp guy up and drag him through the alley.

I tell my dad this while he's on the phone with the cops, and the Dispatcher says she's sending police over right away. I suppose it helps that we were very specific. The people were headed towards the street the school is on, and it was just after 3 PM, which meant there was a lot of traffic in the area because of the school.

They were super fast though, since not even two minutes after we hung up the phone, we could hear the police sirens and such. I didn't see what happened though. My dad was even looking over our back fence after to check the area (no blood or anything like that), and the guy who dragged the limp guy showed up again. My dad had the balls to ask what was going on, and the guy said the limp guy was drunk.

Teenage boy drunk at 3 PM on a Wednesday afternoon. Uh huh.

Anyway, I heard police sirens pretty frequently that afternoon, so I have no idea what really happened. But I'm really glad the guy wasn't dead. And the police didn't come over to take our statements or anything, so it must not have been anything major. Still, it was frightening while it was occurring.

Whew.