aaargh lj. At least I've finally managed to log back in, even if I still can barely get anything else to load. Add me to the (probable) army of folks crying for them to fix it, already! (I wonder if I'll even be able to upload this entry, haha.)

It is still stupid hot here, so I have spent most of my free time continuing to avoid doing much of anything. At work, I am still frequently donning a parka before venturing into the vast and terrible wasteland that is the walk-in freezer. Ooh! But, also at work, I have been getting opportunities to decorate cakes! And it is a lot of fun. I am super proud of some of them. (One person even ordered one "exactly like [one I'd decorated] but gold cake instead of chocolate" because she has problems with chocolate. That was awesome.)

I have been having more weird dreams lately, but one was especially of note! I dreamt I was on a little boat with my brother and some friends and we were just puttering around through bits of a town that had been flooded over by the lake. One of them decided to hop out of the boat, but he didn't stop the motor, first (the boat was not moving fast at all), and then the propeller hit him and he started bleeding everywhere and we had to go back and take him to the emergency room for stitches. Aaand then the day after that, I was at work and one of my coworkers came in and she had a bandage on her foot, so I asked her, what happened? And she had gone out boating the day before with a friend and their family and they'd stopped to get out and swim a bit, and then when she went to get back in the boat she hit the propeller and split the top of her foot open and needed to go to the emergency room and get stitches. That was a bit odd.

(Have I ever told the story of the time I needed stitches? Man, that was a hell of a day...)

And on Tuesday, Final Fantasy was following me everywhere. (Well, for the first half of the day it was, anyway. It stopped when I went to work.)

I woke up to find myself staring down the Masamune. (Man, the sentences you never think you'll end up writing.) See, because, I have several of the Play Arts figures, and I've been rearranging my DVD and game shelves, so some of them are just hanging around while I figure out where to put them again. Most of them are perched on top of the video games. Sephiroth, however, kept falling (jumping?) off. I got sick of picking him up, so I moved him to the bookshelf. Aaand sometime in the night, he decided he didn't like that, either, and jumped from there, as well! And because it's been so damned hot out, I've removed my blanket and it's been sitting piled near the head of my bed / next to the bookshelf… And I guess dear ol' Sephy fell at an angle …sssssomehow(??) and landed on the blanket about a foot off from where he'd been and directly in front of me. So, yeah. Masamune in the face. Good morning!

(What a jerk. I knew I should never have let him in here, even if I did decree him a non-Genocidal Lunatic edition prior to opening the box. Not, of course, that deciding as much would make him not be a jerk, I mean.)

And you'd think that'd be the end of the Random Final Fantasy Encounters for the day, except then I went to meet with my therapist and, as I was checking in, I heard the victory fanfare, because someone in the waiting room (who'd decided to ignore the "please turn off your phones" signs) had it as his ringtone.


But then to make up for Tuesday being full of FF silliness and fun cake decorating, yesterday was some kind of hell. I ended up being 42 minutes late leaving work, and that is about all I am going to say about that!
The radio keeps blipping out because of all the storms we're having. It's kind of irritating and the here-gone of it is making me pay it more attention than usual. Background noise, you are supposed to only be background noise. You know, that stuff that keeps my brain just occupied enough for me to focus on things I want to focus on, ie, other things, ie, NOT YOU? Maybe it'll settle by the time I get to bed. For now? WINAMP.


I'm having a very, very hard time interpreting my own emotional state these days. It's very disconcerting and I don't like it a bit. I don't - I don't feel bad, or anything, I just - I do not know how I feel. Is this just an absence of angst? (If so, how sad that I don't know how to recognise such a thing.) Maybe I am not feeling at all. I don't know. I'm so confused. I feel like I need instructions, or a cheat sheet or something, which is ridiculous, because I shouldn't need a goddamn roadmap for my own brain.

(Possibly it is almost as disconcerting as the ending of tonight's episode of Doctor Who! Possibly. Maybe.)


I've been secretly learning how to decorate cakes. My manager is not aware of this. Nobody tell her! I've done a little bit of base-icing (not - not very good base-icing, erm), and I can make borders, and squiggles, and balloons, and rosebuds! And some other stuff, but nothing fancy, really. And the other night, I watched how to make a rose, but I did not actually make one, myself. But! hee! Tonight, while I was closing by myself, a guy came up, and he wanted to know if I could add a rose to a cake he wanted to buy, and he was nice about it, and I was actually running ahead of schedule (for once), so I said, um, if you really want, I can try! I have never actually made one before, but I have seen how it is done! And he was like, sure.

AND THEN I DID IT. SUCCESSSSS. And then I made another one, 'cause I could. I am so pleased. I mean, they were not, like, the best roses in the world, or anything, but they were roses and they were made by me, and I am kind of irrationally pleased with myself.


Man, this time next week, I'm going to be in Pasadena OD'ing on robots. Time flies. (In four weeks, I am going to be in CHICAGO. omg. So excited. Bummed that I'm going alone, too, but the excitement outweighs it by quite a lot.)


... Also I killed a huge spider with a DVD case the other night (I suspect the rain chased it - and the others I've encountered, though those weren't in my room - inside. TOO BAD. GET OUT), but I didn't smear it, just squashed it, and now I'm being too squeamish to pick up its nasty spider corpse, so the poor thing's body is just lying on the floor across my room waiting for me to, I don't know, fetch a vacuum or something and deal with it, already.

Actually, I bet the spider-grabber works just fine on spider corpses. Hmm.


Maybe I will go to bed early tonight. I'm tired. The heat and the rain conspire against me. (I had bizarre dreams last night. My normal dreams are usually pretty mundane, but the rare fandom-related ones I have are always really damned strange.)
jecca_mehlota: (Mithra attack!)
( Mar. 31st, 2011 08:02 pm)
ALL THE BOXES

Tomorrow I retrieve the key to the new place, do laundry, and finish packing everything up. I will probably not be online much. (Read this as: I AM GOING TO BE ONLINE ALL DAY PROCRASTINATING, or maybe actually working but still at the keyboard, too.)

But what else is tomorrow? (one sentence, spoilers for life!) )

Anyway, I had a weird dream this morning that the ceiling in my bedroom was, I dunno, sentient or something? It kept shifting around and, in my dream, I woke up to find a gaping hole in it over the foot of my bed, and it followed me around the room (though not very fast) because the... ceiling wanted to eat me, or something? It was weird. I wonder if it is related to the RAINING BABY SPIDERS apocalypse-thing that happened last year. JUST FELT LIKE SHARING THAT.




...I keep thinking something is supposed to happen today and it is making my brain all weird. Though I also spent half of yesterday thinking it was today (I thought it was Wednesday when I woke up, but sometime between 12 and 1:30 pm, my internal calendar flipped the page...), so maybe I am just confusing tomorrow's busy-ish schedule with today's not-so-busy schedule.



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Add &vintage=1911 to the end of youtube videos for fun!
jecca_mehlota: (Cue dolphin profanities)
( Oct. 6th, 2009 10:57 am)
So, as it turns out, now that I am awake and can probably think about these things, the reason I couldn't remember anything of the process or the layout or even what I was supposed to be doing, and the reason I could not find the level-select code is because it doesn't exist. (Though you'd think my subconscious could've strung together eight letters if it can make a whole level up.)


It's is just as well, really. There were entirely too many Vortex drones and those weird worm-things for my liking, and I died too much.




Today the plan is to get together with a couple friends (and a couple of their friends) and watch movies until our brains leak out our ears. Hopefully fun!
jecca_mehlota: (...whatever.)
( Mar. 11th, 2009 05:54 pm)
I had a dream the other night that squirrels were actually time (and possibly dimension) hopping aliens who could take over human brains like some sort of parasite. Each squirrel had a little tree-like plant that they had to protect, because it served as their time-ship. I think killing the tree could also kill the squirrel.



I was going to go to the post office today, but somehow it's 6 in the evening. Seriously, how did that happen? I had things I had to do today. My internship-only-not (I don't know what to call it, but then neither does anyone else) is kind of messing up my sleep schedule, so I get six hours one night and then twelve the next. It is unbelievably frustrating.

Someday maybe I will convince my body that it can, in fact, fall asleep before 2 in the morning. I haven't managed yet, but someday...


Of course, I can still poke at my Dell in the dark, so maybe I can go figure out why it's not working. (It's not adjusting well to life in the "city" at all... It's obviously a country computer. Maybe I should just give it to Mom. But first I'd have to get all my files off it, so I still need to poke at it.)
Good: Thief to 52! Can wear my pretty, pretty AF gloves! Obtained my Rapparee harness! Also, new pants, boots, cape, belt, daggers. Yaaay! Trigger-happy screencap-finger gets neat pictures from FFXI. Campaign. My dog is asleep on my foot and wagging his tail and is adorable. Titled story. Wall charger works. Mother outvoted on Offshoots continuation (ANIKO VOTED TWICE only one counts).


Bad: Ninja sub underleveled again. Also, broke. Gil... ;_; Red Mage still hasn't leveled itself to 25. Screencaps eating hard drive. Text box causing screen blackouts. Need to leave laptop on all night so it can run defragmenter. Have no content for story. Car charger doesn't work. Asocial mood attempting to return - must... fight...! ALWAYS TIRED. Ill. No ideas for Offshoots or anything else. SPIDERS EVERYWHERE WHY GOD WHY


Unusual: Good Friday procession - man carrying a cross and followed by small pack of people. Been feeling annoyingly weepy all day and have absolutely no explanation (isn't hormones. Seriously, no idea).


Ugly WTFery: PEISTE - stop eating me. Also, Dreamscape. Has killed mother - was a murder during tax season (was distraught). Has killed father - was an accident involving large vehicles (was distraught, but less so. Partly because he came back as an extremely annoying ghost).

Has attempted to kill brother at least five times. Unacceptable. Needs to stop. Fortunately for Dream-brother, Dream-self is incredibly stubborn and annoying about such things and has, thus far, refused to allow dreamscape's attempts. Still. Very, very distressing. WHY?

Not sure why that one bothers me as much as it does. Was odd - last spring (late spring/early summer, rather), dreamscape killed mother, then killed father the next night, and then the next night attempted first killing of brother. Keeps happening - only with brother - since then.

Bothers me a lot. A LOT. Don't kill brother, dreamscape.
It's the actual title of an article in a paper Mom brought home yesterday. It has nothing to do with ReBoot. I felt a bit cheated. (That's okay, so did Mom, who also likes the show.)

It's not even about someone named Dot Matrix. Her nickname's Dot, I guess, but her last name was something else entirely. I don't remember what. Nothing terribly interesting, apparently.


New Resident Evil today! I will go see it! It will not be as fun, because I will probably be by myself and in a full theater, as opposed to with a bunch of other crazy people from Dorm Life on student's dollar movie night where we all make fun of it. (Also, I had a dream with zombies in it, or at least a conversation about zombies. Something about how if Claire from Heroes is indestructible, if there was a Zombie Apocalypse, would the zombies succeed in zombificating and/or eating her? Or would she dezombify/heal up again once they stopped gnawing on her? Or would she be an indestructible zombie? Why can't I ever have conversations like this in real life?)


Aniko and I had more insane conversations over Instant Messenger last night, but I will not attack you with excerpts from it because it's almost all Transformers-related, so I do not think anyone cares! XD

But I have apparently roped myself into drawing something truly awful that goes against all laws of things that are right and good in the universe. I do not approve of my Brain when it does these things to me. ANIKO, IT'S NOT NICE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE. YOU KNOW I CAN'T RESIST THE BRAIN AFTER 11 PM.


Oh! And the newest expansion pack for Final Fantasy XI's finally had more details announced! Apparently they're adding "Dancer" as a job. ...meh? IT IS NOT THIEF SO I DO NOT CARE. THF THF THF THF THF


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THIS JUST IN.

I AM USELESS AT EVERYTHING. *fails*
jecca_mehlota: (Baby Chocobo)
( Aug. 24th, 2007 05:19 pm)
I am feeling better today, yay. SOMETIMES I AM JUST OVERLY ANGSTY. I do not know why. Sorry 'bout that.

I bought robots. ANIKO I GOT YOU SOMETHING. As a "Thank You!" for the hairpin-ing of complete unnecessary-ness. I really hope you do not have it already! If you do, well, er. I'll find something else, then. Just try and stop me.


Anyway, last night I had a dream that I had that eye-laser surgery and could see without my glasses. It was really awesome. Though for reasons I do not understand, the doctors did all the work on my eyes while I was at work.

They didn't actually do anything to me, either. They shaved the rims off of the plastic containers we use for packaging and it somehow improved my vision.

I think maybe if my eyes ever stop getting so much worse every year that maybe I would consider it. I don't need perfect vision, but I'd really love to be able to function, at least, without my glasses. I can see maybe three inches clearly and then it's just all fuzzy.


Also, dream-scape keeps trying to kill my brother. I keep not letting it, but seriously, subconscious, what?


AND DID I MENTION? I do not have to work tomorrow! That makes two days off in a row! I dance in joy!
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Rather than waiting for me to have time to think on it for ever probably entirely too long (not that I overthink and overanalyze everything I have to do), Mom's decided that I "should do England for International Day. [I] could talk about the Pax Lodge for [my] presentation."

... I look at the above paragraph, and all I can think is, 'you can tell I've been writing my essays, can't you?' Must stop quoting. Argh.

Anyway, so I spent all five of my free minutes today trying to come up with famous women that the girls (they're going to be maybe 8 to maybe 14) will have actually heard about. The list is currently limited to Rowling (for Harry Potter, because everyone who isn't me reads those books), and Queen Elizabeth. I have given no thought to the poster with random facts or what I will bring for food, because I have no time. It will be a long week, won't it? Or possibly entirely too short. One of the two.

I jokingly composed my speech over dinner. It went, "So! I'm sure you've all already heard of this place! Probably best known to you as the home of Harry Potter and where everyone speaks with an accent that sounds absolutely nothing like whatever it is you're attempting right now. Yeah, I hear you there. ...Also, Time Lords and crazy men who talk about cars. But never mind that."


Dinner in town on Wednesday, assuming nothing comes up. I was all excited for all of fifteen minutes, when I thought it was next week and that the Soundwave Spotlight comic was coming out on Wednesday, and, yay! I'll have time to run down and buy it because I don't have my night class this week! Oh, well. Maybe we'll get out of my afternoon class early next week! (And for the week after that? I'll be late for my night class before I go home without Escalation 5. JUST TRY AND STOP ME. I WILL END YOU. ...WITH PAPERCUTS, as all I will have on hand will be my class notebook.)


I am ready to eat this textbook. It is so boring, and I've nothing else on hand to destroy it with. I would go on a fanfiction binge, except I've found myself unable to locate anything decent that I've not already read at least three times. Woe. I obviously need to expand my fic-lurking areas. Or join a forum somewhere. Or something.


So, this morning in my dreams, I (and a bunch of other people) visited Silent Hill. Of all places! We were chased by Pyramid Head and his clones, and then I nearly fell through the floor and had to walk across cardboard without making noise. Distressingly enough, it's been one of the more coherent ones. This Psych of Dreaming class is going to make me insane.

I am never going to get this music back out of my head. What was I thinking?
Oh, man, I hate having to change the clocks. Early this year?! Arg. Forget this. Give me my hour back. I swear, that saying? "Spring forward, fall back," right? There's a secret ending to it. ASLEEP.

SPRING FORWARD, FALL BACK ASLEEP. OH YES.

Unrelated: International Day )

I am so bored that I have started cleaning my room in between looking up sources for my two major papers. SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.


For the past three nights in my dreams, someone has died (or almost died, as was the case last night. Apparently my subconscious is sick of it, too). My mother (dream-me was highly traumatized), then my father (dream-me was indifferent, but possibly this was because he then came back as a ghost and annoyed everyone lots), and then not my brother last night (because dream-me was a stubborn brat and didn't listen to the people who told me he was already dead and to stay out. That and I refuse to let anyone die in a dream that appears to be pulling parts from Harry Potter. WHY Harry Potter, I have no idea. I don't even read the books!). Not quite sure what that's about.

There's another running trend appearing, but it's ... well, entirely different. Worrisome in an entirely different way, if only because it's an annoying aspect of reality that I rather wish would resolve, already, thank you.
For my Psychology of Dreaming class I'm supposed to be recording my dreams. We learned a few exercises to help us actually remember some of them, but I've found just writing them down immediately upon waking is the biggest help.



... My dreams are proving to be far weirder than I'd thought they were. They are, however, also really rather boring. How depressing.



I finally bought my paints. That took entirely too long to get around to. This weekend (or possibly Thursday), I'm going to start painting. (See, the good thing is that I don't need to go find nice, expensive brushes, since my mother has quite a few and has agreed to let me borrow them so long as I promise not to destroy them.)
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Dentist visit was today (er, yesterday?). The problem with my tooth being so sensitive to cold (and a little sensitive to heat) was probably because, when I had a cavity filled two months ago, the porcelain they put over it affected the shape of my bite ever so slightly and it caused my tooth to eventually become enflamed. I would have noticed earlier, but since the weather had been fairly miserable up until recently, I hadn't been eating cold food, so... It should go away now.


My evil, evil schemes plans to at least educate someone about Transformers is going over well. Since she's already a fan of Beast Wars (we both watched it when it was on television, but then she kind of fell out of it. When I discovered they made DVDs of it, I pulled her back in - as well as my brother and a few other people. Glee!), it's a little easier, I guess. We started watching G1.

She thinks the Decepticons are cooler but still likes the Autobots, too. (This doesn't surprise me. Decepticons are cool!)

Of course, we're only about seven episodes in, but I'd really like someone to talk to about one of my main interests. ...I should see about getting the more recent series on DVD. Maybe I can get her to watch those, too.

(Also, it kind of amuses me that people are so weirded out by female Transformers fans. I don't know any that are male!)


I found a story idea. It's based loosely off a dream I had a few mornings ago (the dream involved pirates. The story idea does not). The only real problem is the characters aren't mine. They're the FFXI characters of a friend. Fortunately, I know the personalities of the two well enough to at least attempt it.


...Email alerts have stopped going off randomly. Now they are not going off at all. Also, today I got an email that was sent four days ago. Yahoo must be feeling buggy.
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