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1. Trying to study for the statistics final (worth 40% of the grade)
2. See huge albino cricket crawling up the wall RIGHT next to me
3. Jump out of chair and accidentally step in the pumpkin pie my sister left on the ground (GROSS)
4. Call cousin to help get rid of the cricket
5. Cousin fucks with me by yelling and pointing at my feet
6. Scream and throw cup at cousin
7. FUCK HIM AND FUCK EVERYTHING

Also worrying about work and my social security card. I put off calling HR all day and now tomorrow will be a clusterfuck on top of a clusterfuck. I'm tired because I stayed up too late doing nothing yesterday. And my sister is listening to This American Life without headphones on.

THE ONLY THINGS THAT CAN UNDERSTAND THE HELPLESSNESS AND FML-QUOTIENT OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW ARE THESE DUCKS

AM I LAUGHING OR CRYING???? SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY EITHER WAY.

okay I feel better
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Dear god I am melting down. Can't eat, can't sleep, my stomach hurts every four seconds, like a little kid's. I've been up since 7. Same with yesterday. And I cried on Friday, and Sunday, and soooo much yesterday. That was basically half my day especially since I have nothing else to do. I am exhausted, ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL. I PHYSICALLY CANNOT MAKE IT UNTIL THURSDAY.

I made an appointment with my counselor at Student Psychological Services but it is ALSO not until Thursday which doesn't really help me. It's before my meeting at least but maybe I will need to see her after it in case I need to commit ritualistic suicide or something. The thing is that if I am not readmitted then I will be charged $75 for the session because I won't be a student. Is it worth it? IS IT??

And I hate having this apartment. The apartment itself is really nice but the landlord is SUCH an asshole, my god, and I fucked up with the bills and I hate everything.

Also I have cramps and my back hurts and I hate the stupid new UCLA map. It offends me with its complicated uselessness.

Here is my lj entry as assigned by neinstories:

chips
I like chips but not as much as I like other things and not as much as other people like them. I like Doritos! I am impartial to poker chips. They could be more inherently satisfying, like if they were made out of cheese or if they had tassels. I think the saying "chip off the old block" is weird. The word 'chip' itself is delightful. chip chop chip~

douchebags
I met a douchebag the day before yesterday and it was not fun! He was a douchebag.

laundry
Like most household chores, the worst part about laundry is putting the shit away. Folding is fine and I like organizing the clothes, seeing order emerge~ from warm cotton-scented chaos. It's like unknotting a string. 

fleece
I am pro-fleece!! It encapsulates many of my favorite things, being soft, warm, and fun to say. FLEEEEEEEEEECE. As a corollary, I am anti-wool. Who would wear wool when there's fleece around? (Alliteration! Alliteration!) It helps that I have no problem with plaid or embarrassing patterns. Also, I cannot visualize a golden fleece at all.

pens
I LOOOOOOOOOOVE FINE-TIPPED PENS. Like the hella needle-thin ones. Anything looks good when you write with those. omg. sex. It is the worst when those run out of ink though.

spelling
Spelling is like the easiest way ever to feel stupid. I've let go of a lot of my annoyance for misspelled things but mostly  because my spelling has deteriorated. I am a true citizen of the Central Valley.

WOW THAT WAS INTERESTING. Sorry frond my brains are a wasteland. I included the shit about how no one in the Central Valley knows how to spell though.

I'm on an Inception fic binge despite the fact that I have not yet seen Inception. It's like Gundam Wing all over again! This is very likely my FAVORITE paragraph in all the Inception fics I have read thus far:

8 minutes left on the clock. Arthur has unfolded the snuggie and slipped it onto his arms. He digs around in the desk and finds a clothespin he keeps with his pencils, just for this purpose, then he carefully gathers the fabric behind his neck and pins it tightly. Arthur looooooves the feel of the fleece tight around his neck. He sits back in his desk chair, then smiles and folds his legs up by his chest, propping his heels on the edge of the chair seat. Now he’s entirely engulfed in the snuggie. Everything but his head! Why don’t they put hoods on these things, he thinks, or matching hats or something…probably because it would be TOO wonderful.

MATCHING HATS LOLOLOLOL. THANK U LIFE. Strangely this reminds me of this wonderful crack!fic writer in the Yami no Matsuei fandom. Anime will never leave me.
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I started this entry a week ago and withheld from posting it in hopes that it would develop a purpose but I'm sick of looking at its stupid face!! NO CONTENT JUST SPACES

and bore me no grudge )
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Normally I wouldn't capitalize all the words because you aren't supposed to do that in Fronch but the band is not really French, so ~I just capitalize the way I feel~

I've been sick for a couple of days now even though I was asleep more than I was awake for the same couple of days. The cumulative effect is that I feel like I've been asleep longer than I've been alive. I'm just so tired. I haven't eaten anything all day and yesterday I basically had a waffle and a few strawberries, ende.

I think my flash drive is broken. I am so dead inside right now. I had ALL my pictures on there. ALL OF THEM. You guys don't understand, I save EVERYTHING. There was a fucking CATACOMB of folders in that drive. I'M SO DEAD INSIDE. I have most everything backed up from April 2009, but that's almost a year ago. I KNEW I SHOULD'VE BEEN MORE PARANOID

MELANCHOLY

I'm lonely from all the things I don't understand, experience, appreciate, etc. From the time I was in the throes of pre-adolescent fuckery, I wanted to be a thousand different things at once so I ended up being nothing. Depression = paralyzed with hope (tm Maria Bamford).

Plus, I'm super crazy. I've been going to my mom's office to "help" with work (actually I'm useless) and my mom told me the other day that her boss said I was pretty (not in a creepy way). I was flattered for a second before I thought MAYBE SHE MADE THAT UP TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT BEING UGLY. These days I even know I'm not ugly most of the time, so where did that thought come from? Unending paranoia I suppose.

om nom nom new fandom om nom nom Sherlock Holmes om nom nom Jude Law

Half the time he looks like a fucking serial killer and the other half he just looks like an asshole. Nevertheless he is honestly very good at being very beautiful. *____*

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Let's get this out of the way: this fucker is AMAZING in the face. 

DAMN STRAIGHT IT'S A PICSPAM )

In closing,
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GODDAMN

flying

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I had a bad experience during the first half of the day. But I listened through the Animaniacs CD while eating an unsatisfying lunch, then I took a nap, browsed through some CAT MACROS, and watched a few Henry Rollins clips on youtube. So now I'm coo'. How can you not be with CAT MACROS in your day??

This is an old promo but it's still so fucking cool. SPN wins! I am going to watch the new episode in real time if it kills me. RAWR~>!
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It is an honest question.

Oh, okay, I'm sorry for all the spam. The best way to explain it is that at the moment I am the poster child for LOW IMPULSE CONTROL (just like Ten in Doctor Who! *HOPELESS*). And I moodswing like crazy, though that is not news. In fact, it is an old hat. Owld. Hatt. Atat.

All it takes is one good episode of Doctor Who to win us (my sister and me) over again. We are so easy. HI DAVID TENNANT. HI 'MARTHA'. HI GOOD SCRIPT. Don't let us down!! I were in the love with being a Doctor Who fan.

Haha, and Shut Up And Sing sets me on the road to being a Dixie Chick fan. They are the bee's knees. That Natalie Maines is a spitfire... firecracker... crackerpot.  And she is married to Nathan! Fine, Adrian Pasdar. I think the world should have more surprising crossovers like this. Everyone cool should pair off straightaway.

And not that this is news, but I was made freshly appalled by Bill O'Reilly's level of... fame, I guess you'd call it. "The Dixie Chicks are callow, foolish women who deserve to be slapped around." Good job, there, you. Oh well, what can be said about the human race when George Bush is still our president and people wear Ugg boots with shorts (TRUE STORY). America is the home of the free, the brave, the loud, the charming, but most of all, the very stupid. Though to be fair the whole world is like that. Inspiring!

I fight UCLA depression with boxing gloves! I will most probably lose.

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