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It occurs to me that I committed to starting this Let’s Play in May, and it’s starting to be almost May.

Seriously, I’m kind of insane for choosing to start this again. Like I’m not busy enough, right? So. Much. Shit. To. Do. At the same time, just thinking about it gets my brain rolling. I’m so excited about my plans, you can’t even imagine. It is going to be so much fun to write, and I hope everyone on Talking Time takes to it and plays along. I’m going to update with big updates every Saturday, and hopefully knock the whole game out in a month or three. It’s not a very long game, so hopefully my writing won’t spiral TOO out of control. Though that’s fun if it does, too.

It’s these kind of awesome plans that get one in trouble, though. Biting off more than they can chew, and so on. But eh, I’m throwing caution out there into a place known as “the wind.” I am going to embrace this shit, and write the ever-loving crap out of it. I hope the few of you who read this blog who don’t check it out over there will take a bit of a read on it as well and enjoying.

Seriously, so excited. I’ve been thinking of tag lines and horrible quotes all morning.

This summer, the action jumps above 98.6 degrees…

Take two of these, and if morning comes, call me.

In the balmy streets of Atlanta, four friends are about to discover their skills may be the only chance humanity has left.

Four Doctors.
Four Viruses.
One Solution.
Pandemic. Coming Summer, 2010.

Going to be so, so much fun. And it starts in May. I’m preparing. You should too.

Here’s the dream I had last night. Fascinating, I know.

I walked downstairs and yelled. Why I yelled, I don’t know, though I assume I was probably just being loud for fun. As in, a random whim, no real reason. So I yelled, and this scared my grandmother, who was apparently down in the living room, but I didn’t know it. She got very mad at me and I apologized like crazy and ran downstairs before my mom showed up to yell at me for making Grandma K mad. I remember Grandma having a tiny little dog, which is kind of hilarious, because she is the last person who would have a little dog, or any kind of pet.

I get downstairs, and go to find some clothes. I guess I was heading downstairs to get clothes for a shower or something. Only all my shirts are gone. Most of my clothes, really. All that was left were things I’d never wear, very masculine things, and pants without pockets. I looked through all the clothes for a long time, repeating the search again and again, trying to find something to wear. My clothes were gone. I knew my mother had hid them, but I didn’t want to demand to know their location because of the previous grandmother incident. I remember tabulating how much it would cost to replace some of my rarer apparel and being incredibly mad.

Eventually, Dad came down and saw me looking through clothes again and again, and pointed me to a series of very oddly-labeled boxes, where my mother had hid everything. I painstakingly re-hung every article of clothing, even though part of me knew my mother would just hide them again.

Then I woke up.

Some obvious dream-analysis bait there, though I suppose you’d learn that, gasp, I’m kind of having issues with my mother. Not the most useful. But, as per usual when I write these, it’s rare for me to remember a dream so vividly, so I wanted to record it. Just because.

I guess I should talk about the face-burning.

I started laser hair removal on my face.

Fuck, did it hurt.

To be fair, I was being stubborn for no reason and refusing anesthetic. I’m not going to make that mistake on future treatments, because my goodness, did it hurt. I have described the experience on the facebooks as being stabbed in the face by hundreds of bees. It’s really very similar. Maybe many tiny needles stabbing into my face is more accurate, but I don’t know, there’s something inherently funny about bees. BEES! It also smelled like burning popcorn as things were burnt from my face.

It was a really weird and painful experience.

But, dammit, it’s already shown some real effect, and that just amazes me. My mother complimented me on it, which confused me. “I don’t want to encourage you BUT your face was looking nice.” I… don’t… know what that’s supposed to mean! But that was nice of her. I’m going to pretend it’s an olive branch.

Real progress though! That’s cool, right? I’m kind of lost in being too busy to enjoy it though. Oh well, gotta finish this stupid semester up on the quick-fast! Then I can go and do… other things. Yeah.

Well, I mostly did two things.

One was that I was bad and bought Wario DIY and started playing that. It’s really neat. I’ll write it up later.

The other main thing I did was start blazing through this Killer 7 Let’s Play.

Let’s plays are the perfect sick-time companion, don’t you know. And they’re doing a pretty good job. I’ve heard funnier, but they’re entertaining, and it’s good to watch. If you’re looking for a Let’s Play, mayhaps you could give them a try?

My lappy was a real trooper while I was sick, too. It completely paid for itself in my eyes. Worked damn good. What a good lappy! And now I have a bag for it too, so that’s neat.

Anyway, back to the being insanely busy and stuff. Whee.

Tuesday fucking sucked.

It’s been a long time since I felt so out of control in my life. Everything started crashing down. I was sick in bed, assignments were due, I had been too sick to get them done… it was pretty awful. I was driving myself crazy with panic.

Maybe I’ve bitten too much off if 3 or so days of sickness can completely ruin me. Maybe I have too much going.

Maybe.

I’m going to catch up over the weekend. I’ll be okay. I’m the kind of person who is okay, and who will get things done correctly. Of that I have no doubt. But man, the panic I felt was… crazy… it was awful.

I really don’t want to feel that again.

Maybe I should think about rescheduling my stuff next semester to stop this… so it’s not like I’m working 3 jobs or whatever.

Fuck you, look at this cool song.

There was a metric fuck-load of hype and anticipation of MC Frontalot’s new album, Zero Day. Then they started playing tracks from it on the Jick and Skully show, and I was like “Man, that’s actually pretty fucking good.” I’ve always kind of liked Front in theory, but I’ve never been a huge rapping person, but every time I hear Front on a podcast or something he’s completely fantastic and entertaining. I also enjoy the tracks of his that I have in Rock Band quite a bit. After a little debate, I went ahead and threw him some money, and got the album.

It’s pretty amazing.

And at the tip of the amazingness is that song up there, Charisma Potion. It pretty well sums up everything I feel about this album. His previous songs were good, but were not… full. I know that’s a vague term, but you could kind of tell it was a one man show. It didn’t have all the oomph behind it that a huge, full production sort of song would. Or maybe I’m imagining that. In any case, the back beats and music in these tracks just really get me on their own. They’re energetic, exciting, and significantly less repetitive. I like that.

And, of course, Front’s lyrics are excellent. I mean, just listen to that up there. It’s completely geeky but also completely bad-ass. It’s pretty well perfect in this regard. I love it so much. I have to sing along with it. Of course, I am not a professional rapper, so it doesn’t go very good on a lot of tracks, but I try, dammit!

Yeah, I’m listening to this one over and over, and it deserves it. I’m glad I bought Zero Day. You should consider picking it up too. It’s completely sweet.

I’m sick!
Yay!

My guess is that I got Strep from my brother. I’m going to the doctor soon after this, and we’ll see. But man, I am ill. I have pushed myself too hard, and now I am ill, right when I don’t need to be.

Yay.

I really care about getting shit done. There’s lots of shits to get done! But I’m driving myself crazy and stressed by doing it. And then this happens.

It’s totally sweet.

So, yeah, I’m going to be in bed if you need me. Not like I have time to be, but I’m doing it anyway. Yay.

My parents still disapprove.

I guess I should have known this would happen when they were faced with something more… real relating to these issues. It only makes sense. I know where they stand, and they aren’t going to like me moving forward. It’s not surprising.

They tell me I’m moving too fast. I try to tell them I’ve been working on this for a decade, but they don’t seem to take that as fact.

A lot of what’s frustrating with this situation is that I need to take the high ground. That means that, in a lot of cases, I can’t point out the flaws in their logic. From this last conversation, apparently I can’t even offer counterarguments or explanations, or suggest things to help them, without being some evil manipulator who is only trying to further my own goals. Granted, I am trying to further my own goals, but it’s really less sinister than that. I don’t want to trick them. I don’t need to trick them into loving me. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to help and I don’t want to explain myself.

I’m not mad at them, perse. I’m really frustrated with them, sure, but not mad. This is fucking traumatic stuff we’re talking about here. It’s natural for them to be upset, and I’m fine with that. I just wish they’d realize I was an adult, and that I wasn’t jumping into this. That’s really the part that gets me, when they tell me I have absolutely no experience in the world and am absolutely clueless, when they know that isn’t true. Plus, I’ve put way, way more thought into this than I think I should have. I did my time, and I am doing this right.

To my credit, I didn’t back down, and I won’t. I am going to do the best I can to make myself happy, and to deal with this shit. I’m not going to let them stop me. I love them, and I appreciate their worry. But I have to do what’s best. I can’t make this convenient for everyone, unfortunately.

Just a warning that we’re getting into the really busy part of the semester. Like, all projects are due forever. So not that people read this site, and then read it for the top of cool always excellent always content, but you may have more shitty posts in the future. Until the end of the semester, anyway.

Shitty posts like this one!

Do you listen to the Idled Thumbs? Well, you should. If you’ve listened to their recent podcast, you could have heard them mentioning some techno remixes? They’re kind of sweet. Here’s the one they were talking about in the episode, and here’s the one FROM that episode. If you enjoy the podcast at all, you’ll get a kick out of them.

This is some really sweet concept art from Fantastic Mr. Fox. I mean, I think Fantastic Mr. Fox in its current form looks amazing, but man. I’d watch a movie animated in that style All. Day. Long.

Anyway, so that’s that. A warning, and me being lame and posting links. Maybe I’ll say something interesting tomorrow. You never can tell. You’ll just have to check. HA! You have no choice now! You have to!

Okay, you have a choice. Do whatever. Have fun.

I’m working on my paper for Research Methods, of course. It’s a horrible job, and I feel like I suck at research. It’s painful, and I’m bad at it. I like reading a good theory, and I like synthesizing it into my own thought process, but the whole finding relevant works bit? I hate that shit.

Still, maybe I’m not as shit at it as I thought, at least.

I had to find some actual, physical books for this paper, so I ended up finding these two ancient tomes. One was published in 1908, with browning pages that are nearly falling out of the book. The other was published in a comically old-style cover, which promised a “modern look” at poetry. Every page has horrible purple pen underlining every paragraph. “These are so damn old,” I told myself. “I’m supposed to be writing about modern trends in research for this shit, and here I am going to be, using these ancient books. I’m awful.” However, I was on a deadline, and had to have some books, so I rented them out to use.

Later, I was looking through my research, and I was reading the many articles I printed out. I was shocked, and pleased, that nearly every modern article on the subject I’m writing on referred to at least one, if not both of those ancient books. They were very relevant to the topic at hand. People were responding to, agreeing, and disagreeing with them, and being able to read that first hand is going to make my paper seem more credible. I found the right books for the job.

This amazes me that I pulled that off. How did that happen? I suck at research. Is Research Methods actually teaching me something?

…nah, that would be crazy. At least the paper should turn out alright, though.