Samurai Jack skin!

Tiredness. Been working a lot on my DeviantArt page.

winamp: Black Magic Synthesis (remix) from FFIX

Heh. You ever have those days where everything went wrong, so horribly wrong, that your shoulders broke and you just couldn't hold your head up any more, for fear that flying shit would smack you in the face?

And have you ever gotten a message from someone to call back ASAP, but weren't able to get a hold of them 'til the next day?

I got a call from work yesterday. On top of all the bad shit that's been raining around my ears, a call from work was not something I needed. Lucky for me, I normally don't answer the phone. So when I discovered the call, it was too late.

I called back this morning, knowing it was going to be serious, that I was going to be fired.

Turns out Carol wanted me to come in this morning to meet the General. It's too late now, though.

...I've never been so happy to be wrong. Things are looking up.

winamp: nothing, I'm playing FFIX whilst I type this

...Wow, have I forgotten how to skin. ^^;;

winamp: This Time Imperfect by AFI
I love this song. I bought the CD just for this song. *melts*

*sigh* God has crapped on my head today. Well, actually, He'd been doing it for most of a week now, but today came the last squitter (I dearly, dearly hope). What it is, I shall not say, because it both shames and infuriates me. Let's just say it has to do with my job.

Well, some good news. Trip to Japan is going to be delayed to summer. How is that good? Well, let me tell you. 1) More time to save more money (I harbor no illusions about the cost-of-living in Japan), 2) More time available to stay (as opposed to the predetermined week to week and a half), and 3) going during Spring Break was the only thing my dad didn't like about the whole thing. It was he who suggested we go in the summer, and then the next day I found out from Steve that his father decided to postpone the trip to summer.

So, God may have crapped on my head, but He had the decency to wash it off (with piss, of course). Blasphemy? Sure, you bet. But God is cruel, and it should be no sin to admit that UNDENIABLE TRUTH. O_O

Anyway.

Throw away a hundred pages? Been there, done that. Also threw away another story of two hundred pages. And now I'm considering throwing away these 507 pages. Of. Pure. UTTER. CRAP. I'll never be an author. At least, not a successful one. ~_~ (No AP chem?! Heads will roll and blood will spurt, when Pamela's upset everyone gets hurt!)

I'm loath to let anyone read the thing, because it reeks of immaturity, stupidity, and possibly any other negative "-idity" out there.

I keep wearing my "Kiss Me, I'm a Pirate!" pin, but no one keeps noticing. ~_~ I think it's adorable, does nobody else?

...I think I had more to say, but I lost my train of thought. Could be I was thinking about how to go about fighting Ozma. Hmm. Ozma...

Oh yeah, now I remember. I came up with a little haiku dedicated to all the people who like fried chicken (I seem to have lost my own love for fried chicken because it's all that there is to eat in our freakin' freezer):

Hey, I like chicken
Kentucky Fried is the best
Mmm... Colonel Sanders

I came up with that one while at Gen-chan's house. We were writing hate/murder haikus to everyone (in Animal Crossing), but some of them were pretty goofy.

winamp: dubnofantasyaloneman (FFIX) by djpretzel
Hey, the FFIX/Bob Marley song!

I think it's safe to say that if Luthien were a flavor, he'd probably be blood. ^.~

One thing to rule them all...

XD I did just finish The Woad to Wuin last night. From start to finish, it took less than 12 hours. Only because I didn't read it all in one go, mind you. I meant, from the time I cracked opened its virginal cover (don't laugh) to when the last page was read, it was less than 12 hours. Overall reading time it took, methinks, was maybe three and a half to four hours, tops.

Because it took around an hour to read the first hundred pages (at Gen-chan's house) and then roughly three hours from 12 to 2 AM. Why? Because I had to watch Family Guy and Futurama, of course. I was going to watch Fooly Cooly, but then I decided against it because it's like getting hit over the head with a baseball bat; just plain painful and a little confusing.

We did go back to school shopping, and I got some nice clothes. Carpenter jeans (because I hate the jeans and pants that are designed for girls, bleck), three t-shirts, and a belt. Yep. One shirt has a glittery tiger, one says "Red Dragon Restaurant: Good Food, Good Service" on it, and the other is a shirt in the army motif with a military turtle on it holding a flower in its mouth. Adorable, I know, which is why I couldn't resist.

Then I bought the AFI CD "Sing the Sorrow" or something because I like the last hidden track, about the angels not gracing the lines... and an Invader Zim notebook because I like Gir, a button that says "Kiss Me I'm a Pirate" and Carebear spray. Yes, Carebear scented spray. It smells like vanilla and pears. I only got it because the smell of vanilla drives me just about insane with happiness.

I also purchased Megatokyo, Volume 1 at Waldenbooks (a shocker, because I meant to buy GTO Vol. 9) and The Woad to Wuin. I'm particularly happy about the MT purchase because I've fallen out of touch with the webcomic and I'd like to get back on but my computers have trouble loading it, for some reason, so if I can purchase the volumes, hey, so much the better.

Let's see... we were going to buy a stuffed animal catbus at the new anime store at the Tacoma Mall, but it was $40, and we only had $24 between us after the shopping spree. And they didn't have any FFVII stuff (except the soundtrack, which I already have) because the guy said they sell the FFVII stuff so fast they're usually out of it by the end of the first day they set the stuff out. Amazing, huh? Just proves my point that...

FINAL FANTASY VII IS THE BEST DAMNED VIDEO GAME EVER!

In other news, running around and hitting people with nets is now referred to as "hate criming" someone, in the little town of Reilinta, Animal Crossing. We even planted several postboards and "advertised" the "hate crime" fad. Now, just so no one flames me, we don't mean real hate crimes, in the sense that white people beat up on black people (which is what most people consider a hate crime, which is just plain stupid because if it's vice verse than it's not, but let's not get into that), we mean that we run around, sneaking up on the animal citizens of Reilinta, and hit them with our bug-catching nets and run away quickly. It's fun for reasons I don't understand.

So now whenever GC and I tease each other, we say "You better watch out before I hate crime your ass!" which means hit the statues of the offending person with our bug-catching nets in Animal Crossing. You know, the statues you get if you pay off your debts.

*whew* Enough of that.

*claps happily* I knew you'd pull it off one day! You seem, careful planning isn't always the way to go when you're writing, especially if you're so frustrated about what to write. My story, all 501 pages of it, started off being the result of boredom late at night with a laptop. I had no idea where I was going to take it, but I seemed to be getting there fast because the pages fairly flew from my fingertips. And as I progressed, I realized that previous things I had written about were connecting wonderfully to the vague ideas I began to plan out. So sometimes it's best just to take a flying leap and see where you land. ^__^ (And Michael Crichton suxx0rs!) And might I suggest a better name for the story than "The Pendants"? You could at least say "The Magical Pendants" which is still lame but not as lame as just "The Pendants". You see, having a story called "The Talons" sounds vague, but when you add an adjective to make it, let's say, "The Silver Talons" or "The Bloody Talons" it sounds a little more interesting. Well, bloody more than silver, at any rate.

Or don't even call it "The Pendants". Bah, what am I saying? Do what you like. (And the name Lucien is raw-ther cool, but I like the name Luthien a lot better.)

Well, I must get back to writing. Wouldn't want to leave Luthien and Raveth hanging, would I? >XD

winamp: Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder

Dear God,

Thank you for creating man, who has in turn created melon ice bars, Dr Pepper, video games, Stephen King, Depeche Mode, the Koroks in the Zelda "Wind Waker" game, and Adult Swim. Also, for giving him the idea to cultivate sunflower seeds, roast 'em, salt 'em, and sell 'em.

Well, a business week at Gen-chan's house didn't kill me or put me into a three-month sleep, and all I have to show for it is this amusing incident (only amusing in you've seen Star Wars and also played Super Smash Brothers: Melee on Adventure Mode):

Me: *character Link has arrived on the Dream State episode, where he must fight against roughly sixteen Kirbys, all equipped with different character abilities* Hey... that one kinda looks like Darth Vader.
Gen-chan: Oh yeah, the helmet-looking thing. *round starts* Oh, wait, nah, it's just Kirby in Marth mode.
Me: ...You're right. ...Heh. Marth Vader.
*both laugh*

Okay, so maybe that's not amusing to you, but thinking about it cracks me up. Marth Vader. XD Oh, if there were ever such a thing, he'd be SUCH a pansy. I swear.

Back to school shopping today. ~_~ Ugh. I didn't spend nearly as much as I thought I would, since I shopped at the BX and on base there's no sales tax (only surcharge on food, and even then it's minimal), but tomorrow I'm going shopping for clothes (which, for the record, I utterly LOATHE) and I just know I'm going to be ripped off right and left. Maybe I can sneak in a video game and some new Great Teacher Onizuka mangas into my purchases. I'm going with Gen-chan and possibly Doug, so it's not like my mommy could stop me. Besides, it's my money. >=D I know some people don't like spending the money they make, but to me, it's so satisfying. I take a sort of pride in it. Bleh.

Did I mention? Male sibling unit is finally moving out. He's sharing a duplex with his... "girl" and another d00d. He's been moving his stuff back and forth all day; even took apart his bed. This is very hopeful indeed. Mom wants me to move into his room, which is not entirely unappealing, but I told her only if the room is THOROUGHLY CLEANED and possibly fumagated. Then I might. MIGHT.

Well, I'm trying this new "ProAcne" cleaner on my face, though I must say with a name like "ProAcne" I'm a bit dubious. (Bet you never got the impression I had some serious pizza face conditions going on, huh? Muahahaha... Pammy, you sly little--) It keeps my face from being oily (which is a big step up from other products I've tried). Only time will tell.

Oh! Bought a new Stephen King book today. Read it while I waited for Mom to get off work (I get off at 1 on Mondays, she's off around 3, so I used the time to shop and read). I'm about halfway through. I'll probably read the rest some time tonight, before Adult Swim pops on.

Hmm... Not much else to report. I miss you, Spaceman Spiff/spacecadeteer, so if you're ever online drop me an e-mail, and we'll re-establish contact.

Told Dad about the Japan trip. He's dubious but hasn't said no. He's worried about us catching a military hop back, which can be and often is hairy. (Can you guess? Bad experience, from when we were trying to return from Korea in 1989. Of course, I was only three then, so what do I remember? Nothing!)

winamp: Break Me Shake Me (Acoustic Live) by Savage Garden

...Ugh. >_< If you're ever at McChord Commissary on Saturday or Sunday between 9:30 AM and 6 PM, you can visit me.

I cannot believe the stupidity of people. When the register light is flashing it means I am waiting for your patronage, most valued customer. If the light is on but not blinking, I am currently helping another valued customer. If the light is OFF, then it means I'm getting the fuck out of there and if you come to my register I will kill you.

>_< It never fails. When my light flashes, people always ask me, "Are you open?" even though I'm looking directly at them, smiling, and beckoning for them to come over. When my light is off, they never bother to ask, they just begin unloading.

I used to believe that people had a little good in them, no matter how mean or rude they were on the outside, but the situation today proved me utterly wrong.

No more. I refuse to service anyone after my light is out. Find yourself another fucking register. I can be polite as pie, but when it comes to matters of NOT USING YOUR FREAKIN' EYES, I have no tolerance. Once I took a customer after I turned my light out, because I felt sorry for her. She turned out to be a bitch, and gave me so much frustration I felt like my smile was going to collapse in on itself, my lips was strained so much. Oooh. >_< Angry.

*sigh* I was probably in a bad mood because I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. Damned ice mocha. First time I ever had coffee, and if that's what it's gonna be like, then never again.

BTW, I don't need my military sponsor to go to Japan. And we won't be staying in the horizontal cubicles. We'd be staying at an actual shrine. ^_^ $25 a night for everyone total, and all we have to do is help out with the chores. Excellent, I'd say, plus a cultural bonus, too.

WHOOO! go Hot Wheels Highway 35 movie! WHOOOO! ^o^

playing: Hot Wheels Highway 35 Movie on Cartoon Network