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Squee. [Jun. 3rd, 2008|11:32 pm]
[mood |giddygiddy]

Browsing the internet at 4 AM in the morning does produce some quality finds. The third installment of "There She Is" is out! Doki and Nabi: how exciting!

[link to the first two for you nubs]

Now to just wait in anticipation until the fourth episode is released. Really, what's up with the brick?!

In other news, I want to be this mom when I "grow up." There just something about cute lunches that put me over the edge. Maybe I'm pulling a Michael Jackson, wishing that I had nice things when I was younger? Perhaps.

But yeah, my lunches would most likely have less Asian-inspired fare and more American goodness. Everyone knows that fishcake=yuck. :x
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2 AM Giggles [May. 29th, 2008|01:53 am]
[mood |jubilantjovial]

My face hurts from smiling too much.

I suppose life could be worse.
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Really Now. [May. 20th, 2008|06:03 am]
[mood |disappointeddisappointed]

LiveJournal got rid of basic accounts? I have to either use ads or pay for a year to get a new account?

That sucks. :(
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Blue in Blue [May. 19th, 2008|12:34 am]
[mood |optimisticoptimistic]

Funny how life can be gettin' ya down in the dumps and then a few things will happen to turn it all around.

At my sister's party today, my mother mentioned to my father that I had some "exciting news" to tell him. I made some offhand remark about how it wasn't a big deal and he probably wouldn't care that about the news. In my mind I did not think he would be concerned one way or the other with me being hired as a residential assistant for a program that helps disadvantaged students.

Later this evening he stopped me to tell me that he was proud of me and my accomplishment. I had forgotten about the incident, but he must have been thinking about it afterwards to have mentioned it again. He also told me that he didn't think he was ever as bright and driven when he was my age.

Though I like to pretend I'm cool and mature, not needing the validation of what I do from anyone, it's times like this that show me how much of a girl I still am. After all, I'm still a daughter who looks for approval and pride from her daddy.

The phone call from that boy I like sealed my good mood tonight. After a couple of difficult weeks, it was nice to be able to relax and be yourself with someone who knows you. I am happy to know that I am cared for and valued. I just hope I can do the same for him.

On that note, I love getting pictures on my cell phone from said certain boy. The closest thing I can compare it to is the happiness of finding a love note tucked in a lunch or a bag to find later. Such gestures make my heart swoon so easily.

I'm also thinking about making a new journal. I've taken the step in creating a new screen name, which has been quite an ordeal. I think doing this would finally relieve me of the nostalgia this name represents. A new name would represent a life where I respect myself and make my own decisions--a new life with goals that I, and no one else, set.

I hope this will be a beginning to loving myself as a strong person. That way, people will be able to love me for who I truly am.

Off to conquer dry deserts and barren hearts.
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Not Again [May. 15th, 2008|01:40 am]
[mood |worriedworried]

As Velvet and I were watching Conan tonight, I was glad that she had calmed down from the day and started to relax. Lately she's been on edge and more vocal than usual. We've had to lock her away in a room at night just so people can manage to sleep. Unfortunately, she's been grating on everyone's nerves.

I've been wondering to myself why this is. She could very well have cat depression from losing Betty. They were sisters from the same litter, so until recently they've always had each other. Losing Betty has been tough on our whole family. Even my animal-hating father has taken more interest in making sure Velvet is feeling well and yells at her less. I can't help but ask myself, how is Velvet responding to the change?

Besides her incessant meowing, Velvet's days are spent on my sister's pillow when a lap is not available. She'll be in her room for hours at a time just lying there. I wish I could keep her in my room at night or take naps with her, but she is the type of kitty who likes to snuggle under the covers or lay down on top of you. With my restless sleeping, I often have to toss and turn which just makes everyone unhappy. Yet there are little moments, like tonight, where she and I can just cuddle comfortably.

Velvet was so happy tonight. She just lay there and stretched as I ran my hand over her silky coat. I scratched her ears and under her chin to her contentment. I gave her belly a little pat when I found it...a very small bump, but a bump nonetheless. Suddenly all my fears over her sister were becoming real for her too. I have to tell my mother in the morning, and I'm quite worried to how she is going to react.

All I can say to myself is, "Not again. Not so soon..."
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(no subject) [May. 3rd, 2008|03:08 am]
[mood |awakeawake]

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Waiting [Apr. 17th, 2008|01:07 am]
[mood |excitedexcited]

It's 1:08 AM here...yet I'm still up and procrastinating, like usual. However, the main topic of my distraction tonight is my upcoming summer plans.

Prices have changed so much in a few years--it's pretty outrageous. If things are going to shape up as I expect them to, I'll be spending about half of my current savings balance.

As a bit of a penny-pincher, I'd ordinarily scoff at spending this much in one go. But there's something I want more than security in the bank.

It's totally worth it. <3
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Confessions [Apr. 11th, 2008|01:32 am]
[mood |chipperchipper]

I'll admit it. I have a tiny crush on my hydrogeology professor.

He's completely adorable! How could one not love a hopelessly nerdy, balding hydrogeologist with a German accent? Unpossible if you ask me.

With that aside, I played Ultimate yesterday. It was nice to get out there and stretch my legs a bit. Granted I had to take a couple of breaks during the game due to dizziness (apparently after you donate blood you're supposed to wait three hours and have a meal before exercising. Who knew?!), but I still felt accomplished just by showing up.

I'm thankful that they were able to add in the extra day of Ultimate because my classes are scheduled for the other night that they play. It was really sweet of everyone. Hopefully this will be my catalyst to get my self back into sexy shape by summer. If not, it'll at least be a chance to socialize and work on my handling.

Though I have been out of the game for six months or so, my forehand is still impeccable. Now...just to work on my backhand and hammer. ;/
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Eat Your Heart Out [Mar. 5th, 2008|01:16 am]
[mood |draineddrained]

Little disappointed that me and Ms. E didn't keep our plans to belt some tunes tonight. Though I am comfortable being a homebody, I do miss the presence of a female companion. I am definitely lacking girls for "girl talk" time.

Perhaps one day Ms. A or Ms. J and I might develop such a bond.

Who am I kidding? They're all batty. Complete nutbars!

I mean, I should know...but there is only room for one nutbar in a relationship with yours truly.

So, there you have it: you're not really as crazy as you might perceive yourself to be.
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But, It Killed Fluff! [Feb. 19th, 2008|01:24 pm]
[mood |curiouscurious]

I am insanely curious what this letter addressed to moi-self is all about. The mere fact that I am a subject of interest--so much so that this individual has taken the time out of the day to sit down and write an actual, physical letter--is highly intriguing. However, since said letter remains in the possession of one Mr. M, I will not be discovering its mysteries any time soon.

Not until summer at least. Even then, knowing Mr. M's terrible memory, such correspondence will likely be lost in a shuffle of books and Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

Now, back to pondering life's real question--why don't we have ultraviolet sensitive photoreceptors like goldfish? Slimy jerks.
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