The Last Bastion Of Absurdity

HOLY SHIT THUNDER SHIT IT'S RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Wheeeeeeeeeeee. Shit. I thought somebody dropped a bomb on us, forreal! This is MASSIVE. There isn't even that much rain, the sky is just fucking THROWING A MASSIVE HISSY FIT AT US.

Ahahahahaha.

Meanwhile, I fixed my guitar! That feels so much better. Also taught Lily the chords to some of my songs so she can accompany me for an event of which I shall speak more in this journal at a later date because I have to go audition for the theatresports team in half an hour.

I... WHY did I just get a fleeting urge to write fanfiction for... a PASTA ADVERTISEMENT? Okay, this dude is going around Italy getting amazing pasta recipes out of people blah blah authentic blah, and he keeps having to seduce these old fat women for their pasta, and the last house a young hottie appears but then the guy's "yessss" is foiled by the sudden appearance over her shoulder of her presumably husband? in an apron with a rolling pin. And he sort of winks at the pasta-quest guy. Badum-tssh, fade to black with earnest endorsement of product by voiceover.

And then the part of my brain that spends TOO MUCH TIME OH GOD on the internet said "so threesome?"

Ahahaha IN OTHER NEWS.

I'm also writing a snarky rant about unnecessary scenting of random products, inspired by my handy dandy make-up removing moist towelettes. There is NO GOOD REASON why something I am using to wipe excess gunk off my face should smell like it has been pissed on by some sort of mutant citrus creature! If I wanted to smell lemons, I would go and get a lemon, and then I would SMELL IT.

*cough*

Hee, lightniiiiiiiiing.

I am so sorry I haven't posted in so long. I've spent so much time out of the house that the amount of stuff to write was intimidating and I didn't feel like I had enough time while at home to tackle it. Also, kind of depressed for no good reason. Did you know that medicare makes you jump through some really weird hoops to see a psychologist?

My GP: Quick, give me three complaints.
Me: ...?
GP: I need to write three things on this form. No, anxiety and depression are one thing. Or, maybe not. Okay, I'll just put down stomach aches.
Me: But. I don't have any-
GP: Now there's a brief survey, but someone has to come to your house to do it, when's a good time?
Me: ...wednesday?

Your result for The Steampunk Archetype Test...

The Roguish Pirate

9 Swashbuckling Engineer, 31 Crazy Clockwork Tinkerer, 7 Charming Noble, 58 Roguish Pirate, 23 Mechanical Fian and 25 Aetherist Bodger!

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But I'm very cross-genre! This song title makes no sense.

Have the following: FridgeHenge, butterfly crab fish.

Also, Doctor Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, two acts so far, plus hilarious side comic.

Sincere Apologies! Expect actual post soonest! That was a lie, expect sleep soonest. Expect post soonish!

*breathes out*

So that was semester one of uni. God, that last essay was so. Fucking. Bad. Probably the only actual fail-worthy assignment so far, thankfully, but urgh. I think I learned my lesson about leaving things to the last minute.

Text message from my mum this morning:
Mag hei the last on Uve gotta move it move it you can do it eat banamas mum

Now, for some closure, a list of Ways The Internet Has Infiltrated My Education:

1 report about Livejournal.
1 analysis of an ad on Youtube that I got from Feministe.
1 essay about fandom.
1 use of "for the lulz" in a powerpoint presentation.
1 semester of fucking around online instead of doing my work.

Zing!

The End! I will not think about uni any more this week at all. Have some palate cleansers:

Hilarity: Internet Party and the sequel, Internet Intervention.

Zomg: 5 L. Ron Hubbard lies (aside from, you know, the big one), and while you're there, 6 most bad-ass stunts ever pulled in the name of science.

In more solemn news, illustrated stories from the China earthquake.

alas, Return Of The Deth Flu!!!

My life has such bad timing. It's not even funny anymore.

PS: My tower! It's the one in the back. Nevermind my stunned fish expression, I'm just concentrating on trying to get the thing standing. That was Version Too Fucking Tall, we had to remove some straws from the top to get it to balance at all. But I totally take credit for the awesome shape. It's like a cross between a rocket and a jesus fish, but it's surprisingly stable at lower heights.

Guys! Ficathon! With apocalypses in! My favourite kind! Sign up here!

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So, thanks for the hugs on the last post. I uh, couldn't sleep and ended up having a bit of an episode and writing on my ceiling for no apparent reason. I can't be bothered to paint over it though, maybe I should just add to it so it looks all... purposeful or something. Art, dammit!

Today I was immensely cheered up by the very existence of Cobra Starship, so it's all good.

Now I should go eat and do uni things.

Tiny update: bizarrely, my comment about prostitution got approved and the others did not. What the hell? If I knew this was going to happen I would not have tried so hard not to sound like I thought she was a nutjob. for fuck's sake!

I guess pointing out the value of reasonable discussion that doesn't wield the word rapist like a traffic-control bazooka is more threatening than correcting Inara's percieved position on the prostitution spectrum?

In completely unrelated news I just remembered an assignment due tomorrow. It's a book review! Whoops!

Woohoo! I have internet access IN MY ROOM away from PRYING EYES. PRYING.

Unfortunately, while this netty goodness is in my room, it is not in fact on my actual computer. That is, it connects to my computer just fine. But then the PC crashes. Bad sign. I'm on my laptop right now. It has a slightly clunky keyboard and a touchpad mouse, which pisses me off, but more importantly it does not, when attached to the ethernet cable, sit upon my desk. Instead the cable only reaches to the top of my PC box, where I have to bend down in a sort of uncomfortable fashion.

So, to recap: I can use my comfy computer, as long as I don't cause it the mortal offence of plugging it into any network whatsoever, I can use the internet in my room as long as I'm lying on my bed or bending over like a sweatshop worker, and I can have the use of both a decent PC and the internet on a timeshare with the rest of my family with no privacy whatsoever.

Win.

Had I a valentine, I would undoubtedly send this card. That site is awesome.

Speaking of awesome, Lexicon is starting!

Before I go, does anyone know why, in journal customisation, I can change the text for leave comment but not add to memories? It seems a little arbitrary. also you used to be able to do stuff with colour. Is it just the style I chose?

So yesterday was proof positive that none of you read the links I post.

Rabbit Hole Day. I missed it last year for reasons of forgetfulness, but this year I managed to kick it off in true creepy style. Aussie participants have to make a splash because the twenty-seventh hits us before anyone else. 'cept the New Zealanders. *waves*

Um, so in sum: still not crazy. Also not eaten by slimy things. Next year you guys should participate, twill be much more fun :P