I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DO THIS PAPER.
LIKE REALLY.

MY BIG THING WAS; OOH LOOK AT ME I HAVE FOUR PAPERS TO WRITE THIS WEEK AND THEN I GET TO GO TO YOUMACON.


WELL, I HAVE TWO DOWN.
BUT TWO MORE TO GO. AND ONE DAY LEFT.
AISDJOIAJSDIIOASOIDIOASD.

I. MUST. DOOOOO. IT.



OINGO BOINGO MAKES ME SO HAPPY.
♫ WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE, WHO DO YOU WANT TO BEEEEEE. ♫



FUCKIN A YOUMACON IS TOMORROW.
I MAYE EXPLODE BEFORE THEN.

FUUUUUUUUUU-.

ALRIGHT. I SHOULD KNOCK THIS PAPER OUUUUT. GO RACHAEL GO GO GO.

BTW, I'M SANE I SWEAR. LIKE, REALLY REAL SANE. I'M NOT JOKING. I'M SRS.
SANITY, I HAS IT.



...MAYBE.

I fail at starting my homework.


Instead I get out of bed, grab a bowl of CAPTAIN CRUNCH. And tell myself that I can only eat cereal while I'm watching something.


So I continue my watch of Digimon Adventure 01.
AND ZOMIGOD GUESS WHAT.

Tokyo Story Arc, commence! SCORE.
I'm at my favorite Digimon story arc.
It's basically better than anything ever.


Character development makes leaps and bounds, the emotional investment is upped, the intensity is upped, the animation has even become clearer, crisper. It's just. too. beautiful.


I took a shower and attempted to calm myself down.
BUT DIGIMON IS STILL ALL THAT I CAN THINK ABOUT.
asdiaojisdjioads. asidojaoisd !!!

Do waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant.




Btw, ODAIBA. I never noticed, but they all live in ODAIBA. (Well, of course I never noticed, I was 8 and had no idea what Odaiba was.) BUT! aoisdoijas. I could see the ferris wheel from Pallet Town. And that big skeletal looking building that's just about the most impressive thing I've ever seen, I KNEW THE NAME OF IT AND IT'S PURPOSE AT ONE POINT BUT IT HAS BEEN FORGOTTEN. And a train stop that I have a very distinct memory of riding through. All of these things from my life a few months ago, in an anime made over 10 years ago. Magick~*~*



I want to be 10 years old again and LARP Digimon with Rebecca and Seth in Seth's front yard. Rebecca was always (Hi)kari, I was always Angemon, and Seth was Devimon. Is it kind of sad that this sort of thing continued until they were 8, and I was 12? I was in 7th grade. LARPing Digimon. I think maybe growing up hit me just a little bit late.


Anyway, Japanese homework. Self, you're learning this so that when you go back to Odaiba you can speak it and pretend to be in Digimon once again. SO GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK.

I feel nervous. I can't eat because I feel nervous. Or maybe because this pizza really is kind of gross. I can't handle so much cheese, it's too intense.


But I don't know why I feel nervous.

I'm posting here a lot because I've recently actually made a ton of friends on LJ (via HSM fandom, and South Park Slash -DONT ASK-) and want to avoid clogging up my entries with useless rambly nonsense. I'm writing right now because I'm bored. I don't want to write in my LJ because I'm bored, it means more to me that that. (yes blogger, LJ means more to me than you, suck it up)

Anyway.

I read an amazing book last night. "Many Lives, Many Masters." It was beautiful. It's the true story of a psychiatrist and his patient, and it will change your life. I'm not shitting you in the slightest. Breana if you happen to be reading this (which I know you will be, you're the only one who does), you're reading this book. Like, now. Get to the library today. And read it.


I'm suddenly too tired to continue this entry.
In other news: my Sho cosplay is done. The World Ends With You, fandomy cosplay madness, commence!

Tell the Truth, Tell the Truth, Tell the Truth

I'm overly emotional.
I'm irrational.
I'm impulsive.
I am easily wounded.
Sometimes, I'm a wreck.
Sometimes, I'm unstable.
I trust trust trust trust. Until it breaks me.
I am horrible at saying goodbye.
I don't cope well with emotional loss. Or distance.
The loss of a friend, the loss of a lover.

But you know what?
I love my life. I live it passionately and I am so very fortunate.

I will never hold back. I may feel too much, but my life is the greatest adventure.

It's stuffy in my room. Why is it so stuffy? It shouldn't be so stuffy.

I'm sick. Cold-sick. Cough-sick. Headache-sleepdeprived-sick.
So everything feels warm to me. Except outside, which smells good.

It rains so much here, I'm worried that I'll get tired of the rain. Oh, but Lake Michigan looks so beautiful from my window when there's a thick coat of mist above it. And the leaves here, oh God the leaves. I have never seen more beautiful leaves.

Something was making crinkly noises under my bed last night. It sounded like someone crumpling magazine paper into small balls. It would go for about three seconds, stop for a minute or two, happen again for 6, stop for 30 seconds, happen for just a second, stop for two minutes, etc, etc. I'm hoping I was just tired-sick-delusional and it was just the rain hitting my window.


I've taken so many vitamins. And cold medicine supplements. I CANNOT MISS TONIGHT. Tonight is Geek 'Till Dawn. 200 CDM students are locking themselves in the game development building tonight(meaning; LAN center, video game center, movie theaters, the like). Doug and I are both sick, we're probably going to get ourselves matching medical masks. It'll be cute. (provided I don't have to take it off to blow my nose every five seconds.) Mmm... pizza, doughnuts, raffles, silent auction, anime, games games games.


I should try to sleep before then. See if I can get healthier.

I'm pretty damn exhausted.
Laura and I were up until 7:30 this morning talking.
Well, that and ghost hunting.
Epic shit happens at three in the morning.



Exhausted, exhausted.
And oddly obsessed with South Park of all things.
No Rachael, no. Nuuuuu!~

Good God I miss Breana Powell.