I NEED ONE FILLED WITH RAGE AND JUNK. LIKE, RIGHT NOW.

My wallet got stolen. At the mall, when I wasn't paying attention! Luckily I know my social security number, but my ID was in there with forty dollars in cash! And so were my various cards, which are actually not that hard to replace since, apparently having your cards stolen is a common occurrence but THE PRINCIPLE. GRAAAAAAAAH LERADNY MAD LERADNY SMASH

I WILL HAVE TO SIT FOR TWO HOURS AT THE FUCKING DMV TO GET MY FUCKING ID BACK GRAAAAAAH AND MY MOM WILL ASK ME QUESTIONS AS TO WHY I NEED A NEW CARD

On the bright side: I shudder to think of anyone who would use the SSN/ID card of a girl who isn't even old enough to drink.

....No wait. THERE IS NO BRIGHT SIDE. I LIED. COMFORT ME, F-LIST.

David Carradine was found hanged in a Bangkok hotel closet yesterday.

See icon for my feelings on the subject.

No pictures right now--I left my camera in my brother's car and, well. *FLAIL*

So what's happened?

So, after a web trawl in which I was looking up Tom Kenny, the voice of Spongebob Squarepants, on IMDB, I found he had been on a music video with his wife (who voices Karen, too). Tonight, Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins, to be specific. I recognized the song, but mostly I was flailing over the fact that SPONGEBOB AND KAREN LOOK LIKE THIS IN STEAMPUNK.

While typing up my schedule for Fanime, to keep track of the times when I'll have to be a volunteer and junk, I noticed something odd.

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UNLIKE PAYPAL, SHAIYA IS AWESOME.

( My review, lj cut for your sanity )

PAYPAL SUCKS. I AM NEVER GOING TO USE IT AGAIN.

I've just had to send late payment apology emails to the people I bought from on Ebay because it's being a bitch. I feel dirty and angry. >:(

I am just really tired and don't know what I want to do right now.

I am not eighteen anymore as of this day, I am nineteen. 19 19 19 19 19... Okay, maybe tomorrow I'll work on it.

So, I went to lunch at a nice Grecian restaurant with my friends and had some delicious baclava for dessert. Like an authentic katana, baclava is many layers of sweet foreign awesome. Only you can eat it.

Dinner with my family has been pushed to tomorrow as, um, my mom got into another accident (SHE WAS NOT HURT IN ANY WAY SO YEAH) and the car won't be drive-worthy for another week or two.

My awesomest cosplaying friend who went to Fanime with me and my other friends can't go this year. :*( At least it's because she's going to a similarly happy event (her mother's graduation from... lawyer school or something) instead of a sad one, or else I would feel really, really uncomfortable having fun without her.

Ah well, what can you do?

I do not know how to enroll into community college. At all. I know what classes I want to take, but the brain-breakage I suffered while attempting to figure out what I needed to do to get into school and start learning was not fun. So not fun, in fact, that it renewed my desire to not go to college.

My mom is not helping. "Just call them and ask how to enroll!" is basically what she said when I asked her how her enrollment process went.

This is perhaps something they should have taught us in high school?

Good news: These shoes on the clearance rack for $27 (because no one else could fit in them, presumably).

Bad news: No socks I have are cut low enough to keep themselves hidden. Hell if I'm wearing these things without socks.

You guys are totally awesome and I feel loved and all that. The Kohl's interview went okay, I think. But great news:

TRAVIS CONCERT IN TWO AND A HALF MONTHS. AUDITORIUM IS NOT HARD TO REACH. TICKETS ARE NOT AN ARM AND A LEG (right now). CHANCE TO SHOW OFF AWESOME DRESS IS NIGH.

:D :D :D :D :D

1. I have an interview tomorrow, for Kohl's. I didn't really want or need to apply, but it's not going to actually open for a few more weeks and the building they're moving into isn't even completely renovated yet, so when I got the postcard thing in the mail that said "We are looking for people to work for us in a few weeks!" I shrugged and applied for it online.

2. I wrote two false starts of this novel I'm writing, Redestruction. Anyone want to take a look at them and tell me which one is better?

3. Coldcoldcoldcoldcold.

4. And lonely.

5. Also someone commented on my dance video saying I needed to lose some weight, which I know is a lie but still feel really awful because of. I deleted it the moment I read it, and went walking with Harley for an hour. It didn't make me feel any better.

Here is the conversation I just had*:

( Click Hello )

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*Well, it is condensed and edited a bit, mostly because of me trying to conceal my RIGHTEOUS GLEE.
**True. Pretty much.
***Here is where the aforementioned RIGHTEOUS GLEE kicked me in the solar plexus and somehow caused me to grin like an idiot at the same time.
****At this point I couldn't tell if he'd caught on or not, so I just went 'Ah, hell' and dropped everything.
*****GLEE!!!

The edge has appeared to have worn off my New Year's blues. Which is good, because I managed some more progress on Karla and I'm planning to help my sister with Julia tomorrow.

So yeah.

IMO there should be more personality quizzes like this.

I feel awful. New Year's Day always makes me feel so awful and I don't always know why.

That said, if you read the things I write (blog or otherwise) then go on and say something about it, good or bad:

LET'S RING IN SOME

HONESTY

WITH THE NEW YEAR

THE MEME

TVTropes gave me an epiphany and/or cured a spot of amnesia regarding my fondness for uniformed men! Here's what I wrote about myself.

This troper has always had a soft spot for police officers (not that kind! ...Okay maybe that kind. But this is entirely separate!), for a reason she'd forgotten till now. One day in her childhood, she was riding her bike with newly acquired balancing skills and fell off about a block away from home. She was mostly unhurt, but still shaken and crying and completely alone; then a random cop walked by and took the time to ask what had happened and if she was hurt. This troper was honest enough to say no even at that age, but he stayed with her anyway until she got the confidence to stand up and go home by herself. To this day, this troper has absolute faith in the force.

Title: Thoughts in Iambic Pentameter
Genre: Humor/Angst
Summary: Natasha observes Joshua as he goes through a mental breakdown--and because she is, in fact, a cleric, she is actually qualified as a professional to help him. FE8, only a hint of romance. Awwww.
Notes: It seems that the more I write about Joshua and Natasha, the less romantic they get. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!

( Linkage, only it looks suspiciously similar to an LJ cut! )