Back and Forth.

I got a letter from the University of Saskatchewan in the mail.














Napoleon was happy for me, too.

Back and forth. That's right, side to side.
Let's start advertisin' and make some real money.

There are Eleven Minutes until 9:00 PM.

And I've done nothing but get home, write letters, and make a few calls.

Dreams are proving to be kind of a repeating thing as I'm evermore busy. I've had a dream where I was fairly plastered with Liam who was getting embarrassed as I Just One More'd to the Bartender. If I remember correctly, I ordered a Martini, a White Russian, a Scotch-and-Coke, and some other crap, too that I can't recall. The whole time, I was slurring and explaining to my rather annoyed friend, why I would order them: "Holden Caulfield always orders Scotch and Coke!", "Ed from Do No Harm ordered a Martini even though he hates them to fit a disguise!"

I remember he just kind of Haha, Yeah'd because in my dream I was getting increasingly stupid and incoherent.

...This is why I'll likely never be an alcoholic.
I'm far too afraid of losing my ability to have an intelligent conversation.

I hate making posts without doodles, so I half-assed this thing.
I wanted to make it like Flat Stanley, but then I got tired...

Twelve cups of coffee and ninety-four ounces of water today.

"Ugh".

Screeching Halt.

Some stuff quickly began to bother me and I can't sleep, so I feel obliged to address it, or something.

So, there's this guy. He more or less climbs into Old World Bhutan and decides to build all sorts of educational facilities there with hard-earned and excruciatingly budgeted money. You might think, "Geez! Here's a swell guy!" but when you squint and realize that he's doing it because he feels his life wouldn't have purpose without doing something, you learn that he's simply desperate to be liked and worried. As such, he finds a cause and hurdles himself at it full-force.

That's sort of the situation I'm in.

It was spelled-out to me in a weird Horoscope thing, earlier, which isn't usually the sort of thing I'd put too terribly much stock into, (as opposed to Fortune Cookies, mind you, which I try to adhere to adamantly) but it more or less said:

"Hey, you're going to make money. You likely already have money, and you feel like it's a measure of success. However, you dislike too many physical comforts. As such, you're going to be caught in a state of discontent because you're going to be consistently owning the money that doesn't make you happy, and that you're not likely to use."

I've sunken into a bit of a mope-season over that, because it's true.
I've been trying to purchase essentials for people: Food, Medicine, even a Internet Connection, but nobody will take it.
I'm trying to provide for someone, so that I can be justified as happy, or something, but it's all very odd.
It's not just, "Hey, I want you to spend my money", though. I want to give it to someone who kind of needs it, for something essential to them.

I can't quite put it all into words, but I'm trying to.
"Provide" feels key to whatever it is I'm trying to do, though.
The moment I said it, I felt like it was a word key to what I was trying to convey.

You ever meet a long-time idol and have them act really harshly towards you?
Something akin to that happened as of recent.
One of those, "Hey, you're a huge influence as to what I do!" sorts suddenly, well, tried to join Galt's Gulch, so to speak. Stopped caring, stopped conveying, and vanished.

I know they're not making burgers in a railroad diner, but part of me is infinitely sad that I never mailed them a postcard. Really, really sad.
I hope I meet them halfway.
I don't want to lose all that delightful influence and only have what I have.

I don't even know.

There's this weird stew of tumultuous something brewing up, and I don't know what it's aimed at, but I know I'm either about to spend an absurd amount of money, make a desperate effort, build schools in Bhutan, or sink into something stagnant.

I Woke Up in a Da-ze.

Around 5:00 AM, having had an odd dream. A woman savagely beat me with the stock of her shotgun until a bunch of my bones broke - I didn't know her, but she apparently knew my sister. She left, and I lay there knowing I couldn't pay my medical bills alone if I went into the hospital, so I decided that if anyone asked, I would say I'd either fallen down some stairs or the victim of a hit-and-run. Shortly afterward, a man named "Hiram Ireem", who was a wrestler of some sort, came strutting around wearing a jaguar mask. I woke up and prepared to Volunteer.

The Humane Society was understaffed at a Vaccination Event outside of UPCO Pet Supplies, and I wound up sitting in this tent filling out City Tags for pets who Doctor Peters, an out-of-towner Vet from Lee Summit, vaccinated. Halfway through, a massive storm hit, and I wound up sitting in the rain for about six hours.
I take walks in rain. Rain's my thing.
Sitting in it with heavy wind that keeps blowing your business cards everywhere, while it's freezing, trying to do six hours of paperwork?

That makes rain a little less fun.

I laid the foundation for the Palanquin Ship in Minecraft. It's a staggering thirty-six blocks high, before it proceeds deeper into the lake that it's frozen into. I have big plans for it, but no patience.

Also, offline, I've found that I'm really more of a Marisa.
I'm kind, and witty, and I get things done.
But I'm also crude, opinionated and, on occasion, foul-mouthed.
It's a shame I can't be Marisa, though. Even if I'd wanted to.
But, mind you, I can put on the hat.

The evening consisted of warming up, drying off, and eating apple jam.
I could live happily off fruit preserves and bread, no lies.

Tomorrow is Special, Yesterday was Not.

It was my favorite song in Hisoutensoku, and then I guiltily realized it was also Suwako's theme, and that I must have looked like a vain bastard for picking it above all others regardless of who I was playing as.

It's definitely a happy skip-skip kind of song.

I wasn't criticized for my posture by Paul today, at the gym. He said it was good for once as I went for squats. My feet bend oddly when I kneel. My heels refuse to stay on the floor, and if I recline on them, my knees buckle, and I fall over. I think it might be a product of having worn the classic Forrest Gump style leg-braces as a small child, because my feet bent inwards. Nevertheless, I was also embarrassed to drop my first bar today. I went to bench something kind of absurd that a guy that was there before me left on, and I dropped it, though I caught it with an arm. My thumb and forearm are bruised and swollen, but it's definitely survivable.

It's been wet today. Not rainy, but the air is almost heavy with humidity, without any heat. It's kind of like the showers at community centers when people have just used them - always cooling and thickening the changing rooms - and everything's in a state of perpetual morning dew.

I'm preparing to mail a list of my extracurriculars, Honors, and volunteer work to the University of Saskatchewan and the New York University. It looked surprisingly slim, but some of the people at the program helped me inflate it a bit by listening the different agencies I did the same work for, and putting down the one-day events I staffed, too, like the Airshow I worked an Icecream Kiosk at. It at least looks lengthy. I'm worried they'll squint and say, "Hey-! This is all retail and animal-care!"

I doodled something like this in pencil. Again, it looks a little better on the post-it I scribbled it on, but I thought, "I could do this in MSPaint!".
I've been contemplating renting Oblivion so I could put on a Hood and max out Hand-to-Hand combat, without any commitment like moving a chair down here, because we've sold all the furniture, or being short the $40 or so the game probably costs.
I'm fond of Hand-to-Hand combat, because so many games would prefer to give you a sword.

I've got tomorrow to myself, and all the curry and coffee I could ever hope to want.
Tomorrow is special. Yesterday was not.

Rain, Curry, and Penis Jokes.

Sometimes, your friends are naval Captains.

Sometimes, doujins tell you that mushrooms can make you grow a penis.

Sometimes, sailors eat a steady diet of curry at sea.

Sometimes, you decide you desperately want to make mushroom curry.

I put on some Jazz while it rained, and whipped up this














Then I went for a walk in the rain.
You can't pass up weather like this, especially when it'll soon be snow.
I saw my breath for the first time this morning.

Back to the Grind

I'd been meaning to draw something all scribbly and odd like this for some time.

I think it came out okay.

I was up watching a Wrestling Pay-per-View with a friend last night. It was tense stuff, and after all was said and done, I flagged down my little sister to tell her that both her favorites lost. She scowled when she heard who won, too, a nemesis of hers that she often jokes she could beat up in spite of her five-foot two-inch stature.
The whole match was a good day for bad people. All the Heels won, and the Faces were disqualified or ousted after serious beat-downs. I hope it's just a publicity deal, and all the good-guys will get their revenge shortly after, whilst bragging into the drop-down mic, as per usual.

I finished my Handbook on Pakistan.
After reading so much about people backpacking stuff up mountains in outdated Soviet machines, and drinking tea before every business-discussion, it got in my head to enter Roleplay Chat and steep tea while backpacking goods.
...It didn't go over too well, and I was kind of fed to some trolls, 'cause the person who invited me wasn't around.
All these ideas are penting-up and they'll go stagnant sooner or later, or I'll pick them apart, or use all the good stuff in PMs or something.

Also, I'm listening to the looped theme of the Rooftop from Yume Nikki right now.
Have you ever stopped and realized what a beautiful place the Rooftop was?
It even sounds pleasant in its stark contrast to the usual unsettling ambiance.

Bought more coffee and bread.
Hello, every meal of the day.

...And Then I Punted a Soccerball at Nue!

I was awarded a Compass for my ongoing efforts in Costa del Sol.

I'm a pint away from being a member of the Gallon-Donator's Comittee or whatever it's called at the community Blood Bank. They called yesterday saying they had a shortage on A-Positive, and that I should donate, so I puttered down and I'm short a pint, now.



I still have to finish this handbook on Pakistan.
I really don't want to bother with reading it.
The way it's worded, it's like...
They set in to go on a feminist rant about Burkas and Hijabs, while calling everyone a terrorist, (though it uses the phrases 'Warlord' and 'Chieftain' much more often.) but then kind of realized, "Oh, geez. There are people actually happy in Pakistan?" and then changed its focus a little.

I've been assigned a Labcoat for my Medical stuff.
It's mine to keep, and I've decided to wear it casually, because I feel like Nitori when I do.
They said I could buy a more-durable one for a paltry sum of $20, but that's $20 I could use to purchase someone's monthly internet, groceries or something. Technically, mine is almost disposable-grade.

Minecraft is down, by the by, and they're giving it out free until they fix it up. If you haven't tried it, and would like to, go lay some blocks and such. Be sure to bring your own music, though. I believe Minecraft's music isn't working.
I recently built a cool floating tower that somehow dwarfs the awesome of my old one in a Survival-Multiplayer server, and now I'm lamenting that I can't further procrastinate by building it higher or making sure my tree has grown at it's top.

Whole Eater.

Do you remember the Whole Eaters in Midgar?

I do, and I always kind of liked them. Way more than the Zolokalters, who were the same, but not such a fleshy color...

I'm done with my massive Thesis Paper, and now I can prop my feet up and read sporadically until I'm finished with that handbook...

I can finally exhale.

Finally have a moment to myself that isn't the morning.

Hunter, my Dog, was euthanized today. He was shot back when he was a stray, and when we took him in, we mistook the troublesome bullets in his hind leg for arthritis, since he was so old. His leg finally got so bad that he couldn't move, so he took a rest at the clinic that he didn't wake up from.

Poor old guy. He was like a person.
A graying, pot-bellied old man who was just always happy to see you.

Are You Certain This is a Hat?

Because it looks an awful lot like one of those parasite-things. I don't think this is where she gets her powers after all, Cirno...

I'm taking a momentary break to whip this up.

I won't be on tonight, because I have a lot of college-ish stuff to take care of.
Big TAG Presentation and Oratory, AHEC wants me to do a hypothetical autopsy on a middle-aged Hispanic woman who drops dead after walking her dog, and I have to read ninety-eight pages of this handbook on Pakistani Culture. (Though, it's common knowledge that Iran is way more awesome than Pakistan.)
Apparently, Tea and Coffee are very much a part of Pakistani Culture, in case you were wondering...If I knew the Etiquette, I'd fit in like a brick, as I'm currently running off four cups of Coffee. I wonder if they drink it Turkish? I'll see if they discuss preparation at all, eventually, I suppose.

I ate some cucumber with the vinegar Steve fit me, slathered in pepper like everything I eat, and polished it off with a frozen carton of yogurt. Like Hjalmar, bread is quickly becoming my diet-staple, though I eat infrequently between coffee-breaks, game-matches and writing here, so I've been trying to squeeze in a fruit or a vegetable here and there so I'm not just eating flour after delicious baked flour.

I kept my upped-weight on the Squat-Bar at the gym, today. I haven't had a good, solid lift for a little bit because I was sick, and then my stuff was stolen, and all sorts of other excuse-ridden miscellanea, so after finishing my reps for the day, my thighs are crying like, "Ichirin-! Why did you do that to us? Why didn't you simply take a ten-pounder off and warm up!?"

...They'll get over it.

Anyways, I'll stop procrastinating and get back to work.

In closing; the Doodle.
I've been trying to get really good with Suwako in Hisoutensoku.
I'm respectable, but not anything to be reckoned with, just yet.
I often hit X and C accidentally as I move in for combos, and waste my mounting Spellcards. Chen says that's probably my biggest weakness, aside from "Being Suwako".
Secret-Friend said I play a formidable Patchouli. I disagree, but I'm going to work on her, too, so that if someone books my Piety-Toad, I can still rough 'em up.

Pyonta's awful distracting, and vaguely threatening.
...He's like lice or something, but bigger and fashionable.

Coinlockers and Haunting Sushi-Waiters.

I started the day off-kilter. Usually, around 5:30, I down about a pint of black coffee. It's dreadful for me, I'm certain, but it keeps me tickin', and I get through the day. Today, I did not, and forwent my coffee for the day. I'm exhausted, and it's only 5:00.

Today's AHEC deal was over Dosimetry. Basically, it was all about Dosage. How, as just enough Gamma kills Malignant Cells, just enough Lithium can treat Cluster Headaches. They also had a footnote on Micro-Medicinal stuff, mainly DNA and RNA-type stuff. I was thoroughly amused to find that the Codons for Isoleucine are "AUU" and, evermore amusing, Cysteine's are "UGU". That's right. We're all so moe~ we have our AUUs and UGUs encoded into our genetics.

This amusement tailed-off when I entered the Gym to find that someone had emptied my little coinlocker-thingy. My tennis-shoes, work-out clothes and such were gone, and someone had changed my lock. It was a real downer - I suppose all in all, not too much was lost. Those tennis-shoes needed to be retired, anyways - they were comfortable, but I was holding the soles in with Plumber's Putty...

I did my lifts and, when I left, the woman who listens to me whistle said she hadn't heard me for awhile. I told her I was sick and apologized.

I've also been unable to forget the sad store-clerk who stared at her hands. I tried to doodle her, but settled for the Sushi instead, because she ended up looking like the faceless women who peer out over The Dark Lake in Yume Nikki. That's actually a really apt depiction of her. She looked just like that, albeit she didn't have an empty black socket for a face...

Basudei Presento Desu.

I got this odd doodle from a buddy of mine, Battler. It's of Kawaii-Zombie. He likes you.

So It's my birthday. I renewed my Applications. I hope to be making minimum-wage and halving it to add to my amassed $300. Then I can have some Hotel-Money set aside for Canada and New York City. (I can't afford to live. In New York City! Aaa-Aaaah-Aaaaa... And she can't afford to leeeeeave~♫) I also plan to get some higher standards of living distributed.

..."Squalor"...


Anyways, I went to the local bar and ordered sushi.
They had this scallop roll, and it was literally listed as something similar to, "Hatate-maki". I was like, "Hatate-roll. I'll order it". I also ordered one of those Ikura ones, where it's just a bunch of fish-eggs peeking up at you like eyeballs?

It was surprisingly good - the texture was terrible, but it was good.

However, what made the whole deal odd was the waitress. There was this tall, thin Japanese woman in one of those old-style robes. She brought me a plate, then sat down, very sad, and looking at her hands in the corner of the restaurant, alone.

Just sitting there, unhappy and looking at her hands.

I asked for a To-Go box for some of it, because I wanted to adhere to my half-half diet with Secret-Friend, and because it'd be good breakfast for tomorrow.
She was really eager to help me box the fish up, but I felt like I was troubling her, somehow, and I said I'd take care of it, and thanked her.
I gave her a generous tip, too.

But, at the end of the day, she still tucked the tip into a small bowl at the register and sat back in the corner, all thin and wilted and unhappy, looking at her hands.

Andrew, he's been very unhappy lately, too. I think he's not used to anyone caring about him, and now he's got Maid Army and Twohou vying for his attention and people lined up spilling their hearts to him, and he's just really out of his element...
He was angry - it's the first time I've ever seen him angry.

The Angry and Sad Shopkeepers.
Those were the oddities of my day.

I've been sick for some time. Showers help, but when I take them, I notice an odd thing that's come with my age, I think. I don't get reinvigorated and ready to take on the day. Instead, I feel all loose and jellied, and just want to sleep...

Tom's birthday is today, too.
If you see him, wave him down and tell him you're glad to see him, and congratulations. If not for college, I think he's now licensed to tilt-back glasses at pubs.

Oh, and Steve got me a lovely bottle of Vinegar.
I'll post pictures and such, soon.

Until then, just remember.
Even if you're alone or, perhaps, especially when you're alone?
Kawaii-Zombie likes you.

Welcome to The Suck.

I slept at 3:00 AM.
The dog laid herself outside my door and proceeded to cry for several hours, because she wanted to sleep in my spot. I refuse to give up my bed because some dog is indignant about sleeping on the floor.

...I slept in 'till 8:30.
I'm so irked, because I usually get up at 5:00, and now I'm squeezing in an extra three-and-a-half hours because I up so late listening to the perpetual "Ahroo-!" outside my door.

I have to start my quota of work, today.
I'm going to be reading a small book about Pakistani Culture which, while I won't be taking English or Composition courses my Freshman Year, gives me the opportunity to skip out on another year's English and come yet further-recommended to a college.

There's a certain feathered friend who could be reading -
If you are, I'm sorry if I'm a little late - I slept in and I've got to start in on my book, among other things.

I'll lose to you in Hisoutensoku another time - I'm really sorry.

Cooking Nun 2: Dinner with Friends

So, yesterday I went to the grocer's and picked up some ingredients for Orange Syrup as well as some essentials: Bread, Coffee, Milk, and the likes. Deals were scarce, but, as always, the Bakery dishes out their day-old bread for super-cheap, though I always feel like Mamimi when I go in asking for day-old bread.



I got home and boiled it up, let it cool in the fridge, and then set to slathering chicken in the stuff. First, I fried it up in a pan in the syrup with a little flour and salt. It came out really presentable, which is astounding because I'm usually really terrible with Rice - It somehow always winds up as this on-its-way-to-Congee paste brick.













It was nice, and I was content, but I still had some syrup and chicken left, and an orange in the fridge, so I decided that I'd make something else, too. Secret Friend and I have been on this diet-and-exercise routine for a bit, and I thought to use the syrup in a healthier way than frying stuff in a pan with it, so I set to grill, and whipped this up, on a skewer.













Finally, I thought to take a picture of my breakfast atop the College Request Envelope that I just got from Mizzou - the State University. I was kind of proud because they said that some ten-percent of students statewide get to see that Request paper, and that I'm some sort of super-gifted student or something. I'm a little saddened that, since I'm being moved to Syracuse, and likely attending in New York for some time, that I won't be able to take them up on the offer, but I'm really kind of flattered. I guess eating my sandwich and coffee off their request isn't the best way to show it, but I'm multi-tasking.














Anyways, I suppose that's really it - I didn't intend to weigh this post down so much with pictures, but I ended up doing it. In addition to all this Jazz, I've been playing quite a bit of Hisoutensoku. I'm told I'll play much better once I buy a game-pad, but having just bought groceries, that seems to be quite far-off. Okuu and I played a bit, so I could get the feel for it - I was brutally stomped (literally, actually - with a stone-encased foot.) but it was still good fun and I've learned that Suwako could be quite the annoyance if I learned to play her. Otherwise, I seem to enjoy played as Iku and Meiling.
Oh, and I don't know how to host - I think it's because I need ports forwarded...
That said, I'm a little shaky about leaping in head-first to tamper with my router, so if any of you are good at teaching, forwarding ports, or teaching someone to forward ports, I'd really like to pester you for help.