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(1:07 am PT) - instructors don't induce much faith from me
[link] - (crappy)

I sent off a question to my research intructor. Have I received an answer yet, despite knowing when her hours are? Noooo.

Randomly, Kaie pwns me is love, that is all.

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(6:15 pm PT) - Body under attack
[link] - (crappy)

I was caught by a surprise attack by the Crimson Army, who sent in a Cramping special unit. The Motrin reserves were out on a mission and could not get back in time. This left the body fort vulnerable to a secondary assault launched by the Cold & Flu navy, who dealt a merciless blow to the defense. Was under seige for most of the day, halting production on all Xmas activity and finishing NaNo fic. Reinforcements have finally arrived with the Motrin reserves on standby, the Day-Quil brigade rebuilding the defense line, and the Cough Drop squad now on the attack. Will report later once the dust settles.

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(11:42 am PT) - Merry March Goodbye
[link] - (crappy)

And good riddance. Of course, I always have computer trouble in April, so hopefully I can remember to back up important stuff tonight. Then if something goes kaput, I won't feel so bad. (Just bad enough.)

Huh, 32 years ago today, an evil, sadistic, conniving, and completely insane bitch was born. I'm still waiting to kick her ass. And that's as much of a "Happy Birthday" as my sister will ever get from me. ::throws up the finger::

Looking over my mini calendar, March was apparently the month of not posting. It was also the month of extreme pain. And I still have to get a second root canal done. Should have had it done yesterday, but was too tired.

I just love how people try and decide what would be best for me to do, after finding out that if they'd taken my advice in the first place, it wouldn't have happened. To that I mean another pending move. Why? This place sucks, and the owner's a slumlord. Yet I vetoed the place from jumpstreet. Without seeing it, I knew based on location, (and unfortunately, race), it would not be a good place. I was voted down. Now M-unit wants to move, and is making noises about how "we all need to work together." I said in no uncertain terms, "I'm going to Yaoicon. I started saving for it in January, and I'm not stopping. No, I'm not using that money to help with any move. Plus, you and the B-unit make more than I do. So don't go there." I'm sure in her mind I could cut back on anime and manga consumption. But considering I told her what to do already just to lower the rent, and she won't do it, I say to hell with it.

Damn but I do wish I could move out on my own somewhere, preferrably to the Bay area.

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(10:16 pm PT) - 2nd days
[link] - (crappy)

If the idea of a woman talking candidly about her cycle bothers you, go google for cotton candy or pantsless Mina.

In Fruits Basket, Kyou gets wiped on rainy days. I have a similar reaction on 2nd Days.

The first day, while painful, is really just an annoyance. But 2nd Days are the worst. I feel drained, exhausted, listless, and just dead tired. Complex thinking is out, so if I have any projects that require me to go into any form of coding, be it php or even html, forget it. My daily walk? No way. Basically, if I'm lucky I'll spend the day on the comp just idly/aimlessly surfing around. However, 2nd Days are usually spent in bed in a surface coma.

I swear if I had a 9-to-5, more than likely I'd take 2nd Day off as a sick day.

And any guy that tells me it's in my head will have testicle hairs plucked off one by one with a pair of tweezers.

It's different per woman, just like men ejaculate differently. (Some shoot off like ol' faithful, others bubble out like weak soda.) So while one woman might be happy and carefree and you wouldn't even know she's on her cycle, others can have some harsh symptons that really does leave them needing to just stay in bed.

I won't even get into some of the emotional changes that occur. I'll save that for another day.

If you're wondering why I'm rambling like this about this, I was just reminded today about how much the average male truly does not understand the physical and emotional complexities in regards to women while in this state. Course, I admit to not understanding why the average male acts like they're dying when they have a common cold. (And note the use of the term average, not all.)

Venus, Mars.

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(11:53 pm PT) - The feminine battle
[link] - (crappy)

Under attack from the crimson army.

Excedrin special forces holding off the first wave.

Send chocolate brigade reinforcements.

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(8:38 am PT) - Wow, dating advice for guys, from a guy, that makes sense
[link] - (crappy)

This article has managed to surprise me. It's dating advice that makes sense. Plus, it's for guys, from a guy. And all it took was a little observation.

Colour me flabbergasted.

Randomly, on the tarot front: Again, if you know someone who might be interested, please let me know or put them in touch with me. Thanks.

Going to work on Yuriville site, which is probably going to wind up looking like Yaoiville with different colours. Mirchan, Moonchan, please do send me your work if you can. I really would like for something to go where Mo`re currently is once I move the template over. Use either hotmail or gmail addie, whichever one you have.

After template work, looking at Pretear three. I'm slowly catching up. (Only to find I have a bunch of torrents I need to get. Sheesh.)

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(12:18 am PT) - So not fun
[link] - (crappy)

The machine Y.org and Y.net are on was having serious trouble, so much that the webhost decided to reinstall the OS. This took 1 and a half hours alone. Then they had to restore the sites. Unfortunately, this was an automated process that restored the sites in alphabetical order by username. Mine starts with Y, so I was way down on the list of possibly hundreds of sites, if not more. Add to this that the restoral came from abackup they made this morning, and you have some data loss. Fortunately, I saw this coming and grabbed a backup just before it went down. Unfortunately, I still lost something. For some reason, the backup I made of Y.org still didn't have anything posted today, inclding my posts or comments at Locuran. I was able to grab the posts off the LJ feed, and I saved Sharechan's comment, but I lost Kit's, for hotmail ate the little notification that had it.

Least I got everything for Y.net, so I'll deal with the loss at Y.org since I got most of it back anyway.

Lesson learned: Backup. Always backup, be it your sites or your HD.

Kalli: If you lost anything, let me know. The backup should have grabbed all your files too, so I can look through it for whatever you might have lost.

So not fun. I'm going to bed. December, you're starting to suck now.

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(10:46 am PT) - Sung to the tune of O Xmas Tree...
[link] - (crappy)

o/` Oh maxi pad, oh maxi pad
I guess you are in season
Oh maxi pad oh maxi pad
But I just hate the reason
The cramping aa~nd the water gain
Oh don't you kno~ow it's such a pain
oh maxi pad oh maxi pad
I guess you are in season o/`

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(5:48 pm PT) - Thank you, LJ, for being totally braindead.
[link] - (crappy)

So I made that NaNo community, Morso di NaNoWriMo. It's a moderated comm, so I sent out invites to the following:
bikun
inhibitions
ladyamber
misskalloway
sharachan

Now considering this invite is LJ's feature, you'd think it would have a way of letting the invitees know, "Hey, someone wants you to join over at..." way of notification, right?

Wrong.

No, LJ does not notify users that they may in fact have been invited to a group. Um, so HOW is a person supposed to know? Come on, LJ, think about this. If I invited a hundred people, by your flawed logic and program, you want me to go back and tell each of the hundred inividuals that I in fact invited them. What kind of fucked up sense does that make, really!

This is obviously where MLs do prove superior to LJ. Anyway, to those I invited, according to LJs FuckedAQ, you should go to http://www.livejournal.com/manage/invites.bml to join. ::grumble bitch:: The illogic of it all just kills me, I swear.

Anyone else want to join, just head for the info page. At this rate it's easier than me inviting you. Though best to drop me a note so I know you.

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(10:57 am PT) - ::sigh:: RL
[link] - (crappy)

First off, I'm still going to write those snippets. It's just that RL has smacked me a good one. See, with a rent hike coming in Sept, we had to move. Well it appears we've found a place, but move in costs 1600, with 500 of that needed immediately, giving us time to work on the remaining 1100, (least I think). Unfortunately, the only one with 500 laying around was me... for my con fund. I'm told I'll get it back before the con, but I don't know. Domino, don't worry, I'll keep you posted, though even if I have to starve Sept and Oct, I'm going. It just depresses me, because no matter how much she may swear or promise, she's actually banking on other people who can decide no if they want, and then what? She's also going on getting the deposit back from this place, but I tried to point out that there's no guarantee she'll get it in a timely manner. Add to this the fact that the place we're going to isn't one I wanted. I wanted to hold out for better, but I got outvoted. (I'm still looking to bunk somewhere in/around the bay area.)

So RL's coming down really effin' hard, and we all know how stressful a move is. Not that I'm going to miss this place, I just wish this had all come at a better time.

Mina: I may be late with that fic, but I'm going to try. I hope the snippet will tide over until then. I know your domain went down, so I'm not sure if you got the email before that happened or what.

Oh yes, Miracle, my connection dropped hard, and by the time I could come back, well, you know. Sorry about that.

I'm still walking, at least, and I'm up to 7 minutes each day. (And I mean each, 7 days a week.) I'm looking forward to the day when I'm walking a good fifteen minutes each day.

And finally, I realise I suffer from PMS. Post Menstrual Syndrome. This means a severe case of water retention for a few days after said cycle has stopped. (This used to occur before, resulting in PreMS.) I am not happy about this, as it makes me feel less than stellar, and my ankles look monstrous.

There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope it's not a jerk with a flashlight taped to their head.

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(3:00 am PT) - There's a demon with a moltov cocktail in my head.
[link] - (crappy)

Please, oh merciful goddess...

Kill me.

Kill me and send the computer to Raine, as she's probably the only one who could figure out everything I have on this thing, including how to get into my webpages.

Kill me and send my anime to the four winds. My games too, after my brother gets through going through them.

Kill me and make sure my collectibles go to a worthy soul. Oh yes, and my DVD player should go to mom.

Kill me, but I want to be buried with my artbooks, at least. No? The tonberry plushie, then.

But most of all, kill me so I don't feel this pain jackhammering into my head like a teenager on viagra.

Without lube at that.

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The preceeding is the result of sitting here with the worst headache I've had for quite some time, and needing to sleep but not feeling the least bit sleepy.

Body, I hate you. Just thought you should know.

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(11:58 am PT) - Let the countdown commence!
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Approximately 28 years ago, 9 months prior to next monday, a terrible thing happened.

My parents decided to fuck!

Thus, my entrapment and fate were sealed.

Let the countdown commence! In a week, tis the anniversary of demonic emergence!

Or just an overly cynical, sarcastic individual with a flair for the melodrama.

In other news, I'm under attack by the Red Force. The Water Retention squad went in on the first wave. The second is now the Cramps Special Unit. I'm falling back to allied grounds as I order the Motrin fleet forward.

Let's see. I keep meaning to be social and respond to blogs, but the heat has left me less than thoughtful, I'm afraid. Please bear with me during the trouble.

Layout to archive is almost done. Just need to finish two more templates. There's some features I'd like to see on it, but I'm waiting to hear from the programmer. I might just go ahead and open up anyway. I plan to aim for a bday launch at the latest.

Anything else... no... so I'm going to lay down and see how the Motrin fleet is doing. Anyone else who's not feeling 100% for whatever reason (physical, emotional), you have my utmost sympathies, and hope that all of us get well soon.

Life is not to be questioned, just lived. Authority, that should be questioned.

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(7:36 pm PT) - Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he's a fucktard
[link] - (crappy)

http://www.cnn.com/2003/ALLPOLITICS/07/30/bush.gay.marriage/index.html

Just when you think Bush can't possibly fuck things up any more, he makes sure to surprise you.

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(9:42 am PT) - Pain reminds me that I'm alive, even when I'd rather forget
[link] - (crappy)

Mirchan, Raine, thank you. But I think you'll both want to smack me in a few. Granted, the trouble with RL is the same, but it was only yesterday, when I started to feel an overwhelming downward pull that I realized what was wrong with me internally.

I hadn't taken any meds.

I'd ran out a while back, and it's slightly difficult for me to get a new pescription. Added to that the fact of my wanting a new doctor to adminster Neurotin. (The last doctor was a male, and all males I've seen so far all seem to think that my weight is the cause of my problems, when in reality it's a freaking symptom.) So, I haven't taken anything for a few weeks days.

I'm going to get a refill today, though it will still take me a couple of days just to get it back into my system.

Basically, don't worry too much, at least t his is something that can be solved.

You may commence with the slapping now.

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(12:00 am PT) - Weeping willow
[link] - (crappy)

Tired, brain dead, weekend a mental bust. Took today off, didn't help. Feel crappy. But I don't know why. I shouldn't feel so completely shitty unless I'm sick, which I don't think I am. Of course there's that damn @#$%@&! bipolar to consider. And it wouldn't be bi if I were only manic all the time.

Only when I'm manic, do I feel normal.

For the curious. I'm still breathing, got major business to deal with Tuesday. Go me.

SNAFU

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(4:16 pm PT) - Once again nature rules all
[link] - (crappy)

I want to respond to comments and such, but thanks to it being that time of the month, I feel so disconnected, off balance, and generally out of whack it ain't funny. I'll hopefully get my head on later and respond...

P.S. I am the proud owner of a shadow Aisha plushie.

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(11:38 am PT) - Medic
[link] - (crappy)

There's a lot of things I really want to do at this moment.

I want to converse with Mirchan about weapon types to use against coworkers and bosses. I want to compare notes with Kit and Korax about the rain (which I'm simply in awe of and wish would last longer). I want to put bishes through hell with Ki. I want to thank Domino for all the bish pics last night. I want to say hi to Raine and welcome back to Amber. And I defintely want to thank Anand for all his wonderful Nucleus plugins, especially the macros one that I'm making use of in this very post. (What, you think I'm typing out all those links? Please...)

I want to write about characters I know, and about characters yet to be. I want to capture the feelings I have when I look out the window and see the beauty of nature even in this spiritually deprived city. I want to share teh joy of complete and utter silence--broken only by the rhythmic clicking of the keys.

I want to, but I can't.

One too many dove bars has deemed that I spend some time in the bathroom.

C'est la vie.

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(11:54 am PT) - Oh joy.
[link] - (crappy)

Water retension!
Mood swings!
Cramping!

Yes folks, it's that time once again, where the female should be given the esteemed right to make it illegals for all insensitive males who think 'it's all in our heads' to either not talk, or just work as slave labour.

Crimson Tide, Red Wave, "Time of the Month," Weeping Rose, Auntie P, Red Dollar Days...

Whatever you fancy calling it, it all equates to the same thing--

The next few days are going to be hell.

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(8:04 pm PT) - ::raps gavel:: Case closed.
[link] - (crappy)

As a mailing list owner, I've accepted the fact that I can't be everyone's friend. I've also accepted the fact that I'll probably make some enemies. So be it. But that doesn't change the fact that I created the list, so I have the right to run it any way I see fit.

What boggles the mind is, the people who have problems with an ML don't realize that they can leave and make their own to run however they see fit. It is not that hard. Two braincells and you're good to go, I swear.

I won't name names here, too public, and the original messages were private, which I'm going to respect. But the conclusion was me removing a person from the list. I'd hoped to avoid that, but such is life. I consider it a done deal. If they want to badmouth me, so be it. Can't stop anyone from talking, and don't want to. All I want is to remove unnecessary stress, which I feel I have. End of story.

Hey, Kit, I know exactly how to get there. The redline's good for something after all. How about this coming Monday, that cool?

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