jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (eyes on the prize)
Real quick, before I forget:

If you like world-artsy stuff, check out Bajalia Trading Company. Not only are their goods legit, the money goes back to the people who actually, oh I don't know, made the stuff.

Just guess who's coming to MegaCon.

Um. I think that's all.

Good luck out there, Internet!

Monday is nearly upon us.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
BIG INTERNET HUGS Y'ALL.

BIG BIG THANKS [livejournal.com profile] weskerismybitch and [livejournal.com profile] nyohah for the thoughtful gifts: prettyful layout + extra userpics x Tron music or figures (I can't deciiide) = AW HELL YEAAAH.

It is 2011 and we don't have orbital shuttles to the moon colony yet.
Because we don't have a moon colony yet.
We don't even have a space program anymore. (Fuck you, Mr. President. Respectfully. With a strap-on as thick as a baby's arm.)

I am 28 and have been for two days now. I made this badass icon to celebrate. Feel the 80's bb.

I found the building's acoustic sweet spot; I can finally leave the radio on and hear it throughout the house!

I have a car! I'm making payments on it, and I'm learning to drive it. My personal goal is to have my real grownup license by Spring Break 11. She's an '01 and she smells like vomit where the party girl who used to own her urked in the back and let it soak in instead of cleaning it like a decent human being, and NO AMOUNT OF PINE SOL has been able to kill the smell. Seriously, I've tried it twice now. But the CD changer and the air conditioner both work. AT THE SAME TIME, so the majority of my serious needs are met.

I got a 100% on my major paper of the past term. From my scary Japanese sensei. According to her rubrik, not only is that a literal perfect score, but "meets standards for publication after suitable revisions."

I can't be space uke anymore, because I'm being computer controller instead.

I want to update this more frequently and stay in touch better, but really the most I can promise is that I'll try very hard. Basically, as soon as I graduate from this program in December--meaning work on my thesis starts in nine days and remember how invisible I was last time? Yeaah.--but anyway as soon as I'm done with this one, I start my Technical Writing Masters.

So, basically, if I don't freak out and leap off a building from the stress, I'll have two Masters degrees just in time for the end of the world.

Hopefully I'll also be a real live Worker Bee with an Actual Job by then.

I'm not really sure about the whole meeting guys thing; I have a feeling like I'm going to be moving within the next two years, probably toward the West. That'll put me closer to all my United States friends, so I'm not worried at all. I just wish I knew when and how it was happening, but I'll just trust that it will.

Meantime: Spring Break at Universal Citywalk erry night in MAAARRCH; 80's Night DECENT MUSIC ERRY THURSDAY Y'ALL. That's my backup plan if my stepcousin who doesn't actually like me doesn't want to go on a road trip: get hammered and dance with all the other nearly-thirtysomethings.

I have fantasies of making myself a Clu-style jacket out of Goodwill finds and reflective tape, but I can't actually sew.

Also: I really love Starbucks. Sometimes that prefab, commercialized bullshit cafe` is the prettiest, nicest, best-smelling part of my day.

I think we're done here.

How's life treating ya, babycakes? ♥
jheti: (adventures of courage wolf)
I'm a lowdown gangsta set trippin' banga.

EXPELLIARMUS?

DO I LOOK LIKE A BITCH?

Beauty and the Beast. And if anyone else calls you Beast, I'll rip their lungs out. ♥
jheti: (adventures of courage wolf)
I'm coming to fuck you in the butt!

...Sometimes you just have to say it.

Since September, I have been able to deflect all varieties of the Freshman Death Cough by washing my hands until the flesh is cracking off and just generally avoiding everyone.

I have. Exactly finals to go, and I'll be done for a whole month.

I woke with a splitting headache.

My throat is full of molten glass and every hole in my face is pouring disgusting yellow goo.

I just love the holidays.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
Okay, so I missed yesterday; it's not like I'm going for a wordcount or even anything relevant.

Here, have mostly naked, semi-fit kinda skanky chicks with a prefab reed instrument loop instead.

It's a shame about that first young lady, there; I finally found my legspiration. I mean goddamn.

I WONDERED what had become of Crystal Waters. That was THE "wait where exactly is second base lol" song du jour when I was in highschool.

Our main vehicle broke itself the fuck down last night and we've got to limp it into the dealers today.

This post is brought to you by the theory that gratuitous sex is more interesting than yet more whining.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
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I. Should. Probably shower and put on actual clothes. Like a real human being. With shoes and everything. Yeah.


I HAS A NOTEBOOOOOOOOK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[livejournal.com profile] nyohah's here. asjkdlfhsdjks. :D
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
While I understand that "dinner" is a theoretical construct, and its components may differ,

there should be more in it than vodka and Dr. Pepper.

(Is that H1 or Ha? DON'T TILT AT ME WHEN I'M YELLING SCIENCE AT YOU, SCREEN.)

Oops.

HELLO, COMPUTER.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (peace love harmony)
This is written for something I don't watch, but you know what?

THIS THIS THIS THIS. A TRILLION TIMES THIS.

All fandoms everywhere, are you listening?

Because this works for other minorities too!

...You don't get to call me differently abled unless I get to call you sugartits. ♥
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (pretty caffeine)
Christ.

Fanfiction.net: dedicated to making your writing look as ugly as possible since 2004.

An open screed to the powers that be. )
jheti: (moonwalker)
For the next seven days, I will be in California.

Among my objectives are meetups, the Zoo of the Province of San Diego, an aquarium or two, The Shawshank Redemption, and Disneyland. Because they have something that until a few weeks ago I could not have here, and to see The Captain is always, always, always better with a friend.

We are here to change the world. If you do nothing else with your life, live by that.

Not every butterfly pulls a hurricane from over China. No one said it had to be major. Big, sweeping changes are principally a matter of timing combined with one's life training suddenly becoming more important. Standing in a deluge with your tongue stuck out, hoping for that one special drop of rain.

Put your tongue back in your mouth. Use it to laugh. Spin until you're dizzy; drown standing up. Know that you're alive.

Then grab a bucket and help the neighbors.

I'm flying, Jack!

Leave a message at the tone.

At the sound of the tone, the time will be...

I should probably actually pack. That might help a lot.

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