A Safe Space for Moogles

Dear Flash, my computer's OS, and anything else in the entire world that might be considering acting up,

I am graduating in a week. I do not have time for your shit. I swear to any gods/devils/avatars/forces that might be listening that if I get another crash, I will go stark raving mad. And possibly beat the hell out of this damn machine with a baseball bat.

Love and kisses,
Pepper

(Also, my parents' anniversary is today. Guess who doesn't have anything for them. :D... oh my god i can't take much more of this.)

Yep, I was right. Steaming pile of horseshit.

Internet hugs helped a lot, you guys. Possibly more than they should considering the lack of actual physical human contact. Perhaps I'm evolving in a 'netwardly direction. This time next year I'll have figured out how to hook my brain up directly to the Internet, and I will never leave my house again. They'll find me still twitching in a puddle of my own drool, a lolcat still hovering before my eyes.

...The hamburger thoughtfully provided by my school this afternoon probably helped my mood too. I'm a college student, I never turn down free food. Of course, this is all contingent on whether I manage to slog through the metric utter fuckton of work I still need to do before graduation. I've got nothing but sketches for my senior projects, for fuck's sake, what have I been doing the past six weeks? *is going to die* ...At least my portfolio's past the halfway point, I guess. Or it would be if my professors would quit finding little nitpicky things that mean I have to reprint the whole shebang. -_- (No lectures, people, please. My inner Mom Voice has got that Covered.)

My current crochet project is a shrug made with Satin Sport, which is quite softandsilky for an acrylic yarn and I love it very much. I've only got about half the left sleeve done so far. The directions tell me to work it flat, s to keep track of which is the outside and the inside, I've got the sleeve closed with a twist tie from some toy packaging. Thus my addictions feed into each other. Pictures later, maybe.

Dear Universe,

*deep breath*

TO WHOM MUST I SACRIFICE A SMALL CHILD TO GET RID OF THESE CRUDDY LITTLE SLIMEMONGERING RAT BASTARD SPAWN OF SATAN'S CROTCH LICE OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BEDBUGS?

Since, y'know, three bug bombings doesn't seem to have been enough. Didn't even make the little bastards sneeze, judging by the sheer numbers I faced when I stripped my bed. Am I living on top of a Hellmouth?

Scrubbing my skin raw, thank you very much,
Moogle Girl

***

Dear Local Newspaper,

The time to print a cautionary article about how for-profit colleges (like the one I'm going to) are all Evil and Un-Academic and no reputable academic institution will accept their credits and many respectable employers won't hire people from them? Was about two years ago, before I devoted two years and all my hopes for not dying destitute in a ditch somewhere on OIP&T.

Resigning myself to being one of those useless, pathetic people who never move out of their parents' basement,
Moogle Girl

PSA: You're probably going to hear a fair amount of whining from me about schoolwork over the next couple of months (more than usual, anyway). Said whining may include but is not limited to complaining about professors, other students, the music choices of same, the technological shortcomings of school equipment, the length of time it's been since I last did Flash, the sheer tonnage of work I have to do, demotivational posters, pleas to shoot me now and oh my god I am going to die.

*hem* Please don't take it too seriously. Regardless of how I talk, I am going to do this.

In other news - the military accepted Dad's retirement today,* which is just plain weird. Dad's been in the Air Force longer than I've been alive - hell, he was in ROTC when Mom met him in college. He's no Patton or anything, but I still have a hard time picturing him in a civilian role. He's been looking for jobs all over the place, but he and Mom are probably going to be moving to the Baltimore/DC area come late July. Assuming I don't find an OUTRAAAAAGEOUS job elsewhere (;D), I'll probably tag along. I really did like that area.

poptartodoom and I are actually making visible progress on our costumes now, despite my Bright Idea that sidetracked us for a couple of weeks. Now I just need to find a pair of friggin' red gloves. *rummages through Goodwill* ...Speaking of Botcon, I've been havin' me a thought. See, David Kaye (the voice of Beast Wars Megatron, among others) is going to be there. And me? I have a 3.75mm hook and half a skein of very, very purple yarn, and a penchant for making plushies.

.......Oh, yeeesssss. >D

(Remind me later and I'll do my "Fuck You, She's Awesome" list. Right now I have a date with high explosives.)

*The retirement was accepted yesterday. This afternoon a Colonel Whom Dad Doesn't Like called him up and asked him if he'd like to maybe delay his retirement to go serve a tour in Korea. I would've liked to be there when Dad laughed in her face.

This quarter is going to kick my ass.

Not liking booze aside, I could really use a stiff drink right about now.

In ascending order of "things that actually, y'know, affect other people."

Item 1: My professor pulled me aside today and essentially told me that my projects were crap and I'd have to redo them both. In retrospect, it shouldn't have been as big of a shock as it was. I'm grateful that I even have the chance to redo them, even if it means staying after class. Still, not a happy thing to be told. - She asked me if doing two majors was putting an unfair amount of pressure on me. I told her that it's a lot, that doesn't mean it's unfair. This is what I've decided to do. Even if it kills me.

Item 2: Our new masters, in their infinite wisdom, have decided to do away with the option to create Basic accounts. They call this "streamlining the setup process for new users." LJ users call it bullshit. I call it "really, really glad I followed dragovianknight to IJ, and wanting to tempt all my LJ friends over there with me." IJ does not have near enough Transformers fans, y'all. This needs to be fixed. Also, I should probably look into roleplay communities on IJ. ...Not that I'm giving up on LJ yet. They just own the servers; the real stuff - the content - that's ours.

Item 3: Oklahoma representative Sally Kern goes on an anti-gay tirade of epic proportions. Guys, when you listen to this, keep in mind between projectile-vomiting sessions that this is what they actually believe. And she's not just some crank bitching over the Internet - she's in a leadership position, speaking as a leader.

On the upside, today my new psychiatrist doubled my dosage of happy pills.

First day of mid-quarter break, woo. I spent most of it being dizzy and tired. x_x Mom thinks my body needs to catch up after being stressed this past week, though I think to fully recover I'd need to sleep this whole week and I really don't want to do that. Want to Do Stuff that I don't have time or mental energy for during school, darnit.

It was snowing today, too. I wish I'd had the energy reserves to go out and play in it. *is Cybertron after nine million years of war*

Last night I dreamed about Kingdom Hearts cosplay. I finally decided to go with Heartless Riku when I looked in a mirror and saw silver hair and green eyes, so I wouldn't have to dye my hair. ...If someone's making me a Sephclone in my sleep, I kind of don't want to know.

So I couldn't sleep at all last night. Tossed and turned like a mofo. Finally pried one eye open to check the clock to see how long I'd been awake past my bedtime - an hour, two?

Clock said 6:15. I get up at 7.

T_T

I suppose I must have fallen asleep at some point, but my body's convinced it got no sleep at all. This on a day when I have to finish projects for school. Hi, I'm going to die. ^_^

*whimper*

(Yes, I'm reduced to song lyrics. OMGSHUTUP.)

So, between the sucky weather (that didn't preclude me going to school, all the worse) and the continuing DS debacle, today is a total wash. *grumbles and flops*

Now, what's good at making me feel better? Ah, I know - five questions are good at making me feel better!

( From apprentice_lurk... )




( And from rosethornli... )

So upon coming out to my car today, I found my two-hundred-some-dollar Zen Vision mp3 player laying in the grass beside it. It'd been out there all night. During a torrential downpour.

Now it's a two-hundred-some-dollar fucking paperweight. And I'm an idiot of the first water.

What is it with things dying on me lately? First my DS, then my dog, now this... I'd better go back up my computer before it decides to die too. -_-

*beats head against desk*

This job would be great if it wasn't full-time.

And this job would be great if it wasn't in Cincinnati.

I'd break down and get another retail gig, but frankly the monies wouldn't be worth the stress. -_-

This doesn't usually happen, and it's definitely not my pairing, but this fic made me bawl like a baby.

Widow Maker, Rodimus/Elita, on FF.net

This has no bearing on my mental state at all.