[	mood	|	content	]
[	music	|	Rasputina - Mayfly	]

Several things have happened recently; completely unimportant things, but things none the less.
Yesterday my mom took our incredibly stupid golden retriever to the vet to be bathed and groomed. Usually dad bathes her and whatnot, but dad just had hip surgery and I'll be damned if either mom or I plan to wash that horrid stinky sack of retardation. The dog is too big to shove into mom's little PT Cruiser, so my car was recruited for the task of transporting her to and from the vet. On the way home, mom backed my car into a tree, but thankfully there was no damage. This is proof that my mom is a bad driver.
Later the same day I decided to go have a look around the pet shop. Lo and behold, the interior of my car smelled exactly like that stench demon. I had to drive to and from town with my windows down to escape the dog smell. Without having experienced it, you cannot possibly fathom the power of Molly's odor, especially in an enclosed area. It's like a mixture of mold, sour wrags, rotten fruit, dust, vomit, and death. She still stinks even immediately after a bath. I'm convinced that she is rotting away internally and this is the source of her horrific stink. She used to get ear infections often too, and that didn't make the situation any better; then her entire head was like one giant stink bomb. Mom often says that when Molly dies, she will dance on her grave.
A few hours after I got back from the pet shop, my dog got stung by a wasp on the bottom of her foot. Apparently it was out in the grass and she stepped on it. Not just any wasp either -- a red wasp. Poor Lucy yelped when it happened and hobbled around the house the rest of the day with that one paw up. Even when she was sitting down she refused to let it touch the floor.

On to today.
Mom and I went to get my SFA parking permit. She was riding in the passenger seat, and had come along for the sole purpose of coughing up money for my permit. As it turns out, they weren't accepting payment at the drive-thru and billed us at our home address instead. Much grief could have been avoided had we known that beforehand. Moments after I had pulled out of our driveway, before I had even finished accelerating, a truck slowed down to make a turn in front of me. I continued on without braking because the truck obviously had plenty of time to finish its turn before I got anywhere near it. Suddenly, mom screams "SLOW DOWN!!!" ...I was going 40 miles per hour. I explained this fact to her, and she replied with "I know, but I feel like you're just flying!!" Whether or not it felt like it, I was most certainly not flying. Even if I were equipped with wings, there's no way I could have possibly gotten off the ground at 40 miles per hour. The whole miserable way to the college, mom made me nervous by squealing and grabbing a handle bar every time I braked for a red light or to turn. Apparently 15 miles per hour is way too fast for me to be going when I turn (and I'm normally going about 20mph. I slowed down for her sake,) and if I'm not basically coasting to a stop at a traffic light, I have not braked far enough ahead. I swear she wants me to get run over. My mother is becoming an old woman.
At 7:00 I went to a movie with Alex. Hero was pretty good. Very interesting visuals (mono and dichromatic settings, etc,) but far too much surrealistic flying. It was his birthday this weekend too, and I bought him a pig launcher.

Someone on the Fish Forum has decided to give away the culls of their spawns. YES!!! "Culls" include fish with imperfect fins, or ones whose gills don't open exactly perfect when they flare. One fish they gave away was completely blind, and felt its way around the tank by keeping one side to the glass. I'm really excited about this! I hope they'll let me have a few.
In addition, they live in Fort Worth. That's only about a four hour drive away! Some day soon, when I have money, I want to go check out their stock.
I'm such a nerd.

This is the first one I've finished and am actually completely happy with. I'll probably be putting this on the back of my neck some day... The triangle represents the Trinity, or mind, body, and spirit. The eye at the top represents the third eye, or Evil eye if you like; I'm not too choosey about which one it's "supposed" to be. The line coming down from it is the symbol for jupiter, my zodiac planet (looks like the numerals 4 and 2 put together) mirrored on itself. A waning and waxing moon are connected to either side of that symbol. The letters at the bottom, outside of the circle, are my alter-ego's name, Synirr, in Enochian... or at least, it's in Enochian to the best of my ability *lol*

[	mood	|	my eye hurts	]
[	music	|	Hellsing - Cool (World Without Logos)	]

A couple of days ago I joined The-Spot.net, a lovely little hangout for many people from my area (as well as a few out-of-staters.) It has been quite a long time since I heard someone claim that you will "never find a homosexual animal"... but that's the sort of comedy that keeps me coming back for more. Most people on this site are apparently Southern Baptist. I am deep within enemy territory.

I saw Willard for the second time today. It came on Starz. Dad ordered a few movie channels so he'd have something to watch while forced to sit still at home. I was really impressed with that movie... It has a very creepy quality to it, and while it's a horror film, it sets itself far apart from the stereotype for the genre. I love Crispin Glover so very much. It's now my duty to find out more about him. He was apparently the director and producer of the film What Is It?, which he describes as being "the adventures of a young man whose principle interests are salt, snails, a pipe, and how to get home, as tormented by a hubristic racist inner psyche. Most of the cast has Down's syndrome, but it is not about that."

Now I have to see it if at all possible.

Two posts in one day... I'm on a roll.
Blogspot, wonderful Blogspot, decided to add a Goggle bar which lets you search within one Blog. That's nice and all, but I'd have to completely move every element in my Blog to make space for it at the top of the page, which I am loathe to do. However, I discovered that in order to cover it up, all I had to do was change up the z-index of my background image by 1. How simple is that?! I also created another image that is 5x5 pixels of just solid black, which stretches in order to cover up the google bar in higher resolutions without distorting my background image. There has to be a simpler way, but hey, this gets the job done.


Octopus Gifts

[	mood	|	bored	]
[	music	|	Rasputina - Brand New Key	]

I really, really want to play Gunbound right now, but I haven't played in so long that I'm practically a newbie again, and other players would bitch at me for sucking. They'd bitch without using curse words though, because Gunbound has a filter that prevents your entire post from being shown if it has a bad word in it. You can say "piss" though... and "ass", I think... but you can't say "tai". This is difficult when you're trying to say "fountain" or "mountain". Megan said she'd play with me after she finishes messing with her blog, but God only knows when that will be... maybe I'll just register a new account so I'll be labeled as a newbie and allowed into the newbie rooms where everyone sucks as much as I do.

Dad came home from the hospital today, and now I understand why mom was complaining about him so much. It's not that he asks for too much, it's that he has no patience whatsoever and doesn't wait for you to finish one task before asking for something else. Also, he can't nicely say "would you please hand me the channel changer?" It's always "give me the changer." That's something that really hits a nerve with me. Even if you expect me to do something for you, it's in your best interest to present it as a request. I don't take orders well. Mom is going to work tomorrow, so I'll be babysitting him all day. I can't wait for him to wake me up at 8:00 AM like I'm sure he's going to... yay! During his last day in the hospital, he made the mistake of letting me hear him tell a nurse that his pain level is a 2 on a scale of 0-10, 10 being the highest... so I'm not going to be fooled by "Oooh, my hip hurts so bad... please go get me ice cream from Marble Slab to make me feel better?" Yes, he has already requested ice cream from Marble Slab on multiple occasions at the hospital, but I'm not going to make the 20 minute drive to town to get him ice cream when we have Bluebell in the freezer right here at home.
I hope he gets better soon, for both mom's sake and his! *lol*
Today he told me that I needed to help mom around the house (while I was taking a load of clothes to the washing machine, and therefore obviously already helping) because she was in a bad mood (he apparently didn't understand why)... I think the bigger help to her would be if he could wait five minutes for her to finish making dinner before asking her to put his socks on for him.

[	mood	|	blah	]
[	music	|	Ani DiFranco - Letter to a John	]

I don't really feel like updating this thing right now, but I'm going to in order to shove those naughty images further down the page. It's no good to post such things when children could very well see them (Kelsey! Just kidding.) In truth, I'm just sick of seeing that horrible anime arse every time I check my own site... and since I use my friend links to access other blogs, that means at least once a day, because I'm a loser.

Dad had his hip replaced on Thursday, and is still in the hospital, poor guy. He's bitching and moaning, which would be understandable if the complaints were actually about his hip. His shoulders hurt, his back hurts, his nose is dry, the tape on his IV itches, his feet are too cold, his feet are too hot, etc. My dad is ADD, so since he can't physically be doing something constantly like he usually does, he makes other people do something for him constantly. Poor mom, she has spent the last three nights in the hospital with him. I was there right after he got out of surgery, and he was on a good deal of morphine... meaning that it would be dead silent in the room, then all of a sudden he'd say "I LOVE YOU GUYS!!" He also repeatedly mumbled "uh-huh" and "nuh-uh" when nothing had been said to him. I left after a couple of hours and called mom later that night... she said that dad told her to tell me that he was singing. Later, she explained that he had been singing all night long, only stopping on occasion to ask her if he was singing.

Aside from that, nothing much has been happening... I went with Megan to get her tragus pierced today, then she came over at 11:00-ish and watched Se7en She might be coming over to watch some more movies tomorrow night, too -- fun stuff.

Today while reading a SomethingAwful.com game review, I was inspired to hop on over to J-list.com and have a gander at their hentai games. Here are a few of the more memorable images:

I just got through reading a bit of No Man is an Island by Thomas Merton for class. A few important quotes can be found here. I didn't read the comments that the author of that site wrote, and really only linked it because I couldn't find a full online version of the segment I just read.
Well, the essay (I'll call it that, since the piece included in my English book is labeled as such, even though it's part of a larger work) is divided into eleven numbered sections. I agreed with the piece, more or less, until I hit section 5. Section 5, unlike the previous four sections, was littered with references to God and Christianity. Normally this doesn't bother me in the least, but in this case I became completely alienated. Religious relativist or not, I lose interest quickly when a work becomes preachy. The piece itself is about love and the definition of perfect love, so if you're Christian, you can understand why the references to God were included. I, however, find myself wondering why the author would narrow his target audience in such a fashion. It actually makes me a little angry that I was excluded. It was easy for me to become... well, almost emotionally involved with the first 4 sections, but as soon as it starts comparing perfect love to the love of God, I completely lose touch. Come on, does a God who really loves his children commit some of the atrocities spoken of in the Bible? I have nothing against Christianity, but I personally find it difficult to believe in some of the Bible concepts, and for someone who isn't sure of the nature of God and of his capacity to give perfect love (or even if he exists at all,) this comparison of perfect love to the love of God is absolutely a disaster. Far from helping me understand the author's idea of love, it makes section 5 and all following sections excluding 8 sound cliche. I'll probably do poorly on the reading quiz tomorrow because I pretty much zoned out after section 4. Because of the references to Christian ideals, this reading was difficult for me to fully grasp. I've read the Bible thrice, but that doesn't mean that it is any easier for me to swallow or accept the concept of an all-loving omnipotent being who has nothing but the best interests of his creations at heart. It's almost like the author used an allusion that I didn't know the source of. Or, more accurately, he defined a concept with itself. God is said to give perfect love, but just saying that that is so does not define what perfect love is to someone who does not feel it.
To his credit, the author left out references to Christ-love and all that good stuff long enough to write section 8. While I'm not going to say that I haven't been guilty of what the author calls "selfish love" on more than one occasion, section 8 in particular reminded me of a certain ex of mine.

[	mood	|	hyper	]
[	music	|	Dave Navarro - Rexall	]

Tomorrow I'm going to see Catwoman with Megan at 1:00, and The Village with Katherine at 3:45. Megan couldn't go see The Village with Kat and me because she has to go to work at 4:00. Catwoman looks like it will suck, but at least the special effects will be cool. Oh, and Halle Berry is a real fox... cat. I'm hoping that The Village won't be anything like Signs, but as my Magic 8-Ball would say, the outlook is not so good. I like some of M. Night Shyamalan's work, but Signs was just terrible. Why, for God's sake, would a supposedly superior alien race capable of creating spacecraft decide to invade a planet that is 80% water if water is what destroys them? You'd think they'd have figured that out, you know?

I'm bored and hyper, so I added a Click thingy. Alan Rickman is so sexy. British accent, mmmm.

[	mood	|	tired	]
[	music	|	Commodores - She's a Brick House	]

My parents left for Galveston earlier toda-... yesterday, I guess... and I had a migraine yesterday and so ended up sleeping on the couch until 9:00 PM, which explains why I'm currently still awake with all the lights on in the house and my music blaring. I'm also really bored, so here's a survey I stole from Alex:


WORD ASSOCIATION
Slippers:: Warm
Hat:: Clownboat
Free:: Pr0n
Space:: Star people and insanity.
Taste:: Cantaloupe
Good Charlotte:: Andy. "Good Charlotte rocks!" That is sarcasm, folks; don't worry.
Red:: Blue
Deep:: Ocean
Heart:: Creepy Russian scientific film from the 40's where they make a dog's heart beat outside of the body.
Cord:: Electrical
Cheese:: Weebls-stuff.com
Rain:: Wet
Work:: Wish I had a job.
Pedal:: Petal
Head:: ...
Bed:: Comfy
Fluff:: Pillow stuffing
Hardcore:: ...
Race:: Racist
Knife:: Collection
Jump:: Rabbit
high:: Airplanes
skip:: Rope
dance:: Italy
lonely:: Something I don't feel often
pen:: Black
flower:: Antique Rose
window:: Spirituality (I have no clue where that one came from)
psycho:: Schizophrenia
brain freeze:: Dairy Queen Blizzard
orange:: Yellow
sassy:: Homeward Bound
jelly:: Fig preserves

I....
am:: Sleepy
want:: To move
need:: To return the movies I rented
crave:: Eh heh-heh...
hate:: Stupidity
did:: Drink something other than soda today
feel:: Kinda icky
miss:: Nis
am annoyed by:: Messages from random people I don't know on Yahoo
would rather:: Eat fruit than candy
am tired of:: Being Stuck Here (Alex's answer, but it applies to me as well)
will always:: Be true to myself

SILLY STUFF
What is your favourite genre of music?:: Oh God... Does classical-rock-techno even have a definite genre?
What time is it now?:: 8:15 AM
What day is it?:: Saturday
Whens the last time you called someone?:: Two days ago
How much money do you have right now?:: $100-ish in my wallet
Are you hungry?:: A little
Whatcha doin?:: Wondering if I should finish this survey or just go to bed
Do you like parades?:: Depends
Do you like the moon?:: Yes, very much
What are you going to do when youre done with this?:: Sleep
Isnt cup a funny word when you repeat it over and over?:: "Umbrella" is better
If you could have any magical power what would it be?:: Invisibility (What a frightening thought for everyone)
Have you ever had a picnic?:: Yes
Did you ever have one of those skip-its when you were young?:: No
What about sock em boppers?:: No
Are you wearing any socks right now?:: Nope

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
funny?:: Only if you have a sick sense of humour
pretty?:: I guess?
sarcastic?:: No, of course not.
lazy?:: About some things
hyper?:: On occasion
friendly?:: That all depends on who you are
evil?:: If you're Catholic
smart?:: I like to think so
strong?:: Mentally/emotionally, or physically?
talented?:: At some things, yes
dorky?:: Ohhh yeah




FOR OR AGAINST
suicide:: Neutral. "Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain."
love:: For
drunk drivers:: Against
airplanes:: For
war:: Against
canada:: For
united states:: Against, for the most part
rock music:: Neutral
gay marriage:: Definitely for
school:: For
surveys:: Against, if they're those annoying surveys that they try to give you over the phone. Damn do I hate phone surveys. This kind is ok, though, because I'm bored.
parents:: ...Huh? Is this asking whether I'm for or against my parents, or whether I'm for or against parents in general?
cars:: For, since I live in America where it's damn near impossible to get from one place to another without them
killing:: Against
britney spears:: Against, though she does have smashing hips
coffee:: For
pants:: Neutral

WOULD YOU EVER
Sky dive?:: Yes
Play strip poker?:: Yep
Run away?:: From what?
Curse at a teacher?:: If he/she did something to deserve it
Not take a shower for a week?:: Ew
Ask someone out?:: Yeah
Lie to someone to make them think better of you?:: Not likely
Visit a foreign country for more than a month?:: Oh hell yes
Go scuba diving?:: Sure, I love fish
Write a book?:: Nah, I'd probably be too lazy to finish it
Become a rockstar?:: Nah
Have casual sex?:: Sure

LAST QUESTIONS
What shampoo do you use?:: Suave Naturals - Coconut!
What kind of computer do you have?:: Emachine desktop, Dell laptop
What grade are you in?:: College Freshman
Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?:: Only if I know them and they're more likely to laugh than get mad
Or just make out?:: Well sure, if I weren't repulsed by most eligible people in this town. Brianna, I know you don't read my blog, but you're always welcome to make out with me in a movie theatre.
How many posters do you have in your room?:: Um... 8
How many cds do you have?:: Lots

[	mood	|	aggravated	]
[	music	|	Silence	]

Female bettas are retarded. I've discovered this because I've found them, on at least four seperate occasions, dried up and dead on the floor. I just now found one of them under my computer desk. She somehow managed to leap out of her bowl even though I had a lid on top of it! There was probably half an inch of space for her to jump through, but she made it. Silly thing.

Rant: I've no idea why people seem to think that, simply because they're talking to me over the internet, they can neglect the use of tact. I'm not refering to the people who are just plain rude... oh no, that I can understand. I'm talking about the people who say hello, then immediately begin hitting on me in the most obvious fashion possible. Or the people who ask me if I have a boyfriend (that part is not unreasonable,) and if I do, do we have sex. I assume they're just trying to get their jollies, because if not, I have absolutely no idea why they'd want to ask such a thing.
Anyhow, I'd better go to bed... I have to wake up for class in four hours, then I'm going to lunch with Tristan.

[	mood	|	satisfied	]
[	music	|	E Nomine - Ava Marie	]

I took down the link to my random image page, since I never updated, and added a new Click to the David Bowie's Area Webpage.

Anyone know how I can remove the border around my linked images in just one area? Say... if I wanted to make it to where none of the images in the main section of my blog had borders, but keep the borders in the "Clicks" section? I've been trying to figure this out for a couple of hours now, and it's driving me insane. I'm new to html, so I suck. I know I can just go the img border="0px" route, but that only applies to one image at a time. Help?