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.

I wish I could go all fangirl on your ass. Right now right now.


But, I'm not.

I'm tired right now, exhausted. In a really beautiful way.
I've been experiencing such beautiful things.
But I'm more filled with what's to come than anything.
Something truly groundbreaking is about to happen to me.
I think I'm in the middle of it, right now.
Though, I'm not really sure.
My whole body is trying to tell me something.


I had one of the most amazing days of my life the other day. I was literally going on 3 hours of sleep. Nothing particularly fascinating happened. Not even mildly interesting, even. I was just... existing. But it was wonderful. World, it was such a beautiful day. It didn't happen again today, but today was still good. Awesome, even. I liked today. I'll like tomorrow. And the day after.

I'm looking forward to everything.


....except maybe the paper that I haven't written.

\(^o^)/

I LOVE THE INTERNET. Far too much.

And I now has Andrew's blogger and thus more incentive to write (or at least cross post) in this thing.

Blogspot. Tumblr. LJ. Twitter. Myspace. Facebook. Neopets. Blah, blah blah, blah blah. The internet rules my life, really.

I was just doing my Japanese homework and really wishing that I had my old Hirigana notebook. That thing was amazing. This one's pretty nice, but it doesn't have as much space for me to write things over and over again until I learn them. I'll probably just end up doing it in another notebook, whoop for drilling things into my head!

So, college is awesome. Like, really awesome. I've already found myself a great bunch of people. People who have fun the same way I do; by acting completely obnoxious while not under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Simply while under the influence of being a crazy fuck. YES I LOVE IT.


Feh, feh, I don't exactly feel like writing. That's about all that's important. Well, that and Katamari. YES KATAMARI OMIGOD.