Tag, motherfuckers
Dec. 6th, 2005 04:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanMy roomies are probably clinically insane, or they're driving me insane. There are colored lights and other twinkly things strung up across the doorways; I've broken three already trying to close the doors, and the ones in my room DO NOT LET ME SLEEP. When I was a kid, my parents would string up colored lights in my window and I'd use the light emanating from them to read when I was supposed to be sleeping. Why oh why are these lights a good idea?
Also, Sara has a new screensaver that plays bad MIDIs of Christmas songs. Loudly. aaaargh.
There's nothing better than silly surveys and quizzes to provide relief from pre-finals stress! I spam thee. And it's only the week before, too...and according to my Psych teacher's little stress test she gave all of us today, I have 503 stress points for the past year, which is very unhealthy and suggests that I'm going to die from unspecified sick by February. Whee. See, I save up these things until I'm bored enough to do them.
Time-travel quiz ganked from pretty much everyone:
<td align="center" style="background: #FFFFFF; color: #000000;">Kleenexwoman's Reason for Travelling Back in Time:
Sorry about that, Dan. Now let's try this again.
<td align="center" style="background: #FFFFFF; color: #000000;">Rachel's Reason for Travelling Back in Time:
Always the experimental one when it comes to family structure and temporal displacement.
I really should be doing some kind of homework, but I'm still working on that Jay/Bob Chanukah story instead. I'm considering writing something for the vanilla comm holiday challenge, but I don't feel like doing Christmas, and I've already done Chanukah and I don't want to get Maccabee overload, and I can't really figure out how to work pagan rites into the BttF universe (unless I do a Berkeley!George thing involving more hippies, but I've already got "Berkeley!George versus the hippies" planned out, and it doesn't involve pagan rites or any holiday at all). Considering doing something involving December 25th year 1 and made-up, homoerotic, aboriginal Indian solstice rites, but that's almost too silly for me.
Silly Windows Media Player oracle object:
What do you think of me, WMP?
"Basket Case," Green Day
Geez, every computer program's a psychoanalyst nowadays.
Will I have a happy life?
"King of the World," Steely Dan
I assume this means yes, banking on the possiblity of a nuclear apocalypse.
What do my friends really think of me?
"Sympathy for the Devil," Rolling Stones
I care for all you little demons too.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Minnie the Moocher," Cab Calloway
FYI, unnamed Moocher, I am not nearly as rich as the King of Sweden.
What should I do with my life?
"Evading the Grays," Groovie Ghoulies
Evade? Fuck that shit. COME AND GET ME, ALIENS.
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Men and Women," Uncle Bonsai
I'm not sure whether this is a condemnation of heterosexuality or just other people in general, but I pretty much agree.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Automanipulator," Crispin Hellion Glover
Masturbate? Think about Crispin while masturbating? Watch Crispin masturbate? So many interpretations, and no wrong answers.
Will I ever have children?
"Beat on the Brat," the Ramones
I assume this means that my children will be brats because I will not hit them. I would, however, be quite happy to spank the children of other people, provided that those children are consenting and of legal age.
Will I die happy?
"The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes," Elvis Costello
I won't get any older, 'cause the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Can you give me some advice?
"Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment," the Ramones
I am not really surprised.
What do you think happiness is?
"Night of the Living Dead," Misfits
Clearly, the true path to happiness is a zombie movie marathon.
What's my favorite fetish?
"Pretty Tied Up," Guns 'N' Roses
ohhh god yes. I figured this out in freaking grade school.
Am I a complete freak?
"Insanity," Oingo Boingo
I am the virus! Are you the cure?
I'm hungry and for some reason my mouth tastes like mouthwash, which is odd because the last thing I ate was grapefruit soda. Izze pop is delicious and good for you, if a bit expensive. End plug. I wonder whether I should do the dishes so I can have an orange.
The year in review: First line of first entry for each month.
January 4th: I am extremely unhappy at the moment and would like to share that with everyone.
February 1st: Underage drinking stings on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cmu community fool no one.
March 2nd: Can you go insane from cognitive dissonance?
April 1st: Roll for barbecue check: The reading went quite well last night, even if it did run a bit short.
May 3rd: I hate the physical sensation of vomiting more than any other physical sensation in the world.
June 1st: O Lord I ask you, what kind of beast is fan?
July 1st: I was going to post something long and angsty about my personal life, but then I realized that there aren't that many people who really care. Suffice it to say that real life is confusing and makes me cry, even when I really like people that live in it.
August 1st: Saturday night started out great.
September 4th: My rishathra icon made Warren Ellis throw up. I'm so proud.
October 4th: So sayeth the prophet Horselover Fat: Ardiane felt pain at being scorned, and cried out, wishing the world and the gods to know of her pain. The dog dying in the road felt pain, and crawled into the bushes alongside the road so he would not cause pain to others at seeing his discomfort.
November 1st: So I took my laptop in to the CMU tech center. They said it might be a day or two before they figure out what’s going on with it, so that’s going to be a day or two that I have no way to either work on my novel or write my creepy monster fanfic.
December 1st: Fat man in an overcoat! Warren Ellis does Christmas.
Sumnation of the year: I was angsty, inane, and obsessed with vomit and Warren Ellis.
I'm working on the silliest MSPaint thing ever.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diraskyria should quit distracting me with ideas of silliness that I absolutely have to do. Or, no, don't stop distracting me. I love distraction. I love it SOOO much. OH GOD YES BABY DISTRACT ME.
Er, it's a bit later and I'm even more tired. Can you tell?
nyghtshayde tagged me: Five weird habits.
1.) I freemantle (verb, "To steal something that's actually free or not really worth stealing at all") food from restaurants. I take lots of extra mustard and jelly packets from Shoney's, I grab handfuls of napkins from Dunkin' Donuts, I regularly lunch on the free samples at Trader Joe's. I supply myself with a week's worth of fruit from the res hall cafeteria, and make sandwiches and sneak them out, wrapped in napkins, for later. I stuff the little half-and-half tubs from the Kaya into my jacket pockets for tea in my room. I get this trait from my mom, who does it because she was raised by two children of the Depression. You never know when there's going to be an economic recession, and if there is, I intend to have 5,000 fossilized sandwiches and brown bananas at my disposal.
2.) I read in the bathroom. I'll sometimes be so absorbed in my bathroom book that I stay in there for much longer than I really should, causing others to bang on the door and scream. I do this because it's free time that I'm not using, and it's a place where nobody will bother you. I often won't even go in the bathroom until I find a suitable book to flip through. I'm really excited for next year because the apartment that I'm in has a bathroom for every resident: I'll have my own bathroom, which means that I'll be able to keep a stack of Dave Barry-type books in there without having to worry about anyone else accidentally knocking them into the garbage or getting toothpaste on them or asking me why I have books in there.
3.) I hatehatehate wearing revealing clothing, even in the privacy of my own home. I deliberately choose shirts with high-cut necks and pants that come up to my stomach because I don't want too much skin to show. I don't want guys to look at me as a sexual object, for obvious reasons. If I could get away with wearing a burqa without attracting stares, I probably would. In high school, I once had a girl tell me that I wore too much clothing and that I should "show a little skin."
4.) If I have nothing else to do with my hands, I will pick bits of dried hair off my scalp. This is disgusting, and makes me look like a monkey picking parasites off its hair. It's not even a nervous habit so much as it is a bored habit. I'm considering cutting my hair very short over the winter break so that it won't be as satisfying anymore. I think that what I really need is some dandruff shampoo of the type that is as strong as battery acid and comes in a stainless steel bottle, and then maybe a really good scalp massage.
5.) I seldom go to sleep before 4 AM. I hate having to stop what I am doing to go to bed, and will deliberately procrastinate it for as long as possible before my eyes actually start to hurt.
And, with that...
Also, Sara has a new screensaver that plays bad MIDIs of Christmas songs. Loudly. aaaargh.
There's nothing better than silly surveys and quizzes to provide relief from pre-finals stress! I spam thee. And it's only the week before, too...and according to my Psych teacher's little stress test she gave all of us today, I have 503 stress points for the past year, which is very unhealthy and suggests that I'm going to die from unspecified sick by February. Whee. See, I save up these things until I'm bored enough to do them.
Time-travel quiz ganked from pretty much everyone:
Sorry about that, Dan. Now let's try this again.
Always the experimental one when it comes to family structure and temporal displacement.
I really should be doing some kind of homework, but I'm still working on that Jay/Bob Chanukah story instead. I'm considering writing something for the vanilla comm holiday challenge, but I don't feel like doing Christmas, and I've already done Chanukah and I don't want to get Maccabee overload, and I can't really figure out how to work pagan rites into the BttF universe (unless I do a Berkeley!George thing involving more hippies, but I've already got "Berkeley!George versus the hippies" planned out, and it doesn't involve pagan rites or any holiday at all). Considering doing something involving December 25th year 1 and made-up, homoerotic, aboriginal Indian solstice rites, but that's almost too silly for me.
Silly Windows Media Player oracle object:
What do you think of me, WMP?
"Basket Case," Green Day
Geez, every computer program's a psychoanalyst nowadays.
Will I have a happy life?
"King of the World," Steely Dan
I assume this means yes, banking on the possiblity of a nuclear apocalypse.
What do my friends really think of me?
"Sympathy for the Devil," Rolling Stones
I care for all you little demons too.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Minnie the Moocher," Cab Calloway
FYI, unnamed Moocher, I am not nearly as rich as the King of Sweden.
What should I do with my life?
"Evading the Grays," Groovie Ghoulies
Evade? Fuck that shit. COME AND GET ME, ALIENS.
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Men and Women," Uncle Bonsai
I'm not sure whether this is a condemnation of heterosexuality or just other people in general, but I pretty much agree.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Automanipulator," Crispin Hellion Glover
Masturbate? Think about Crispin while masturbating? Watch Crispin masturbate? So many interpretations, and no wrong answers.
Will I ever have children?
"Beat on the Brat," the Ramones
I assume this means that my children will be brats because I will not hit them. I would, however, be quite happy to spank the children of other people, provided that those children are consenting and of legal age.
Will I die happy?
"The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes," Elvis Costello
I won't get any older, 'cause the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Can you give me some advice?
"Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment," the Ramones
I am not really surprised.
What do you think happiness is?
"Night of the Living Dead," Misfits
Clearly, the true path to happiness is a zombie movie marathon.
What's my favorite fetish?
"Pretty Tied Up," Guns 'N' Roses
ohhh god yes. I figured this out in freaking grade school.
Am I a complete freak?
"Insanity," Oingo Boingo
I am the virus! Are you the cure?
I'm hungry and for some reason my mouth tastes like mouthwash, which is odd because the last thing I ate was grapefruit soda. Izze pop is delicious and good for you, if a bit expensive. End plug. I wonder whether I should do the dishes so I can have an orange.
The year in review: First line of first entry for each month.
January 4th: I am extremely unhappy at the moment and would like to share that with everyone.
February 1st: Underage drinking stings on the
cmu community fool no one. March 2nd: Can you go insane from cognitive dissonance?
April 1st: Roll for barbecue check: The reading went quite well last night, even if it did run a bit short.
May 3rd: I hate the physical sensation of vomiting more than any other physical sensation in the world.
June 1st: O Lord I ask you, what kind of beast is fan?
July 1st: I was going to post something long and angsty about my personal life, but then I realized that there aren't that many people who really care. Suffice it to say that real life is confusing and makes me cry, even when I really like people that live in it.
August 1st: Saturday night started out great.
September 4th: My rishathra icon made Warren Ellis throw up. I'm so proud.
October 4th: So sayeth the prophet Horselover Fat: Ardiane felt pain at being scorned, and cried out, wishing the world and the gods to know of her pain. The dog dying in the road felt pain, and crawled into the bushes alongside the road so he would not cause pain to others at seeing his discomfort.
November 1st: So I took my laptop in to the CMU tech center. They said it might be a day or two before they figure out what’s going on with it, so that’s going to be a day or two that I have no way to either work on my novel or write my creepy monster fanfic.
December 1st: Fat man in an overcoat! Warren Ellis does Christmas.
Sumnation of the year: I was angsty, inane, and obsessed with vomit and Warren Ellis.
I'm working on the silliest MSPaint thing ever.
diraskyria should quit distracting me with ideas of silliness that I absolutely have to do. Or, no, don't stop distracting me. I love distraction. I love it SOOO much. OH GOD YES BABY DISTRACT ME. Er, it's a bit later and I'm even more tired. Can you tell?
nyghtshayde tagged me: Five weird habits. 1.) I freemantle (verb, "To steal something that's actually free or not really worth stealing at all") food from restaurants. I take lots of extra mustard and jelly packets from Shoney's, I grab handfuls of napkins from Dunkin' Donuts, I regularly lunch on the free samples at Trader Joe's. I supply myself with a week's worth of fruit from the res hall cafeteria, and make sandwiches and sneak them out, wrapped in napkins, for later. I stuff the little half-and-half tubs from the Kaya into my jacket pockets for tea in my room. I get this trait from my mom, who does it because she was raised by two children of the Depression. You never know when there's going to be an economic recession, and if there is, I intend to have 5,000 fossilized sandwiches and brown bananas at my disposal.
2.) I read in the bathroom. I'll sometimes be so absorbed in my bathroom book that I stay in there for much longer than I really should, causing others to bang on the door and scream. I do this because it's free time that I'm not using, and it's a place where nobody will bother you. I often won't even go in the bathroom until I find a suitable book to flip through. I'm really excited for next year because the apartment that I'm in has a bathroom for every resident: I'll have my own bathroom, which means that I'll be able to keep a stack of Dave Barry-type books in there without having to worry about anyone else accidentally knocking them into the garbage or getting toothpaste on them or asking me why I have books in there.
3.) I hatehatehate wearing revealing clothing, even in the privacy of my own home. I deliberately choose shirts with high-cut necks and pants that come up to my stomach because I don't want too much skin to show. I don't want guys to look at me as a sexual object, for obvious reasons. If I could get away with wearing a burqa without attracting stares, I probably would. In high school, I once had a girl tell me that I wore too much clothing and that I should "show a little skin."
4.) If I have nothing else to do with my hands, I will pick bits of dried hair off my scalp. This is disgusting, and makes me look like a monkey picking parasites off its hair. It's not even a nervous habit so much as it is a bored habit. I'm considering cutting my hair very short over the winter break so that it won't be as satisfying anymore. I think that what I really need is some dandruff shampoo of the type that is as strong as battery acid and comes in a stainless steel bottle, and then maybe a really good scalp massage.
5.) I seldom go to sleep before 4 AM. I hate having to stop what I am doing to go to bed, and will deliberately procrastinate it for as long as possible before my eyes actually start to hurt.
And, with that...
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Date: 2005-12-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Heh. I have an entire shelf of books (and a huge stuffed lizard) in my bathroom. Ask Dr Worm.
You could always do a Lupercalia holiday story. I'd pay to read that (I've got my goatskin and whip ready, come on, Feb. 15th!).
Bathroom reading...
Date: 2005-12-06 08:26 pm (UTC)My friend Sean has never understood the reading in the bathroom thing. He's always said, "I want to get in there, get it done and get out as soon as possible." The thing is that he's never a fast bathroom-goer unless he's just peeing. So why not take a book so that you're not just counting floor tiles? Jeez. Use the time wisely and read a book for fuck's sake. :)
As for your #1? Yeah, I do that, too. I take packets of Sweet 'n Low and the various other "fake" sugars half the time to stay stocked up for the people who use it at my house. I take little containers of jelly from Cracker Barrel as well as the little bottles of syrup. I take a lot of stuff like that...I'm a packrat. I'm a Bone Gnawer. I think this was the initial thing in you that I found extremely sexy and I was proud of you for telling me this. :)
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Date: 2005-12-07 01:44 am (UTC)