T minus 12:00 hours til contact.
T minus 16:00 hours til impact.

You have been warned, nine-one-deuce.

So I forgot to mention this, but, let's say sometime earlier this week (I know it had to be a weekday, 'cause I was walking to or from class), I was minding my own business walking through the Student Center. I overhear two guys having a conversation. As I walk past, one guy asks the other, "What about her? What's her rating?" and the other one goes, "Ten. Definitely." And the other one goes, "Dude, really? I'd put her at a nine." And I thought There's no WAY they are talking about me wtf wtf wf. Another quick look puts no one else female anywhere remotely near me, inside or out of the building.

And, you know, maybe they were on the internet or something. I don't know because I didn't really look for them. But, for the sake of my ego, we're going to say they were talking about me, and FUCK YEAH I feel pretty.

Even if I am still wearing my pajamas at 4:30 in the afternoon.

In other news, I'm sooooo bored. So instead of doing what I normally do (i.e., surf the internet or call up some friends), I am going to do homework (yes I know wtf) first. And then what I normally do.

Also, wtf it's Friday. It should be Saturday, or, well, wait. I'm not complaining.

I want to write a story inspired by Hermes. Yes, the Greek God. We'll see.

Last night, around 11pm, I went to pick up my glass of tea on my desk, apparently did not grab it well enough, and it fell and shattered all over my desk. I went to catch it, so now I have a cut in my thumb about a half inch long that hurts like fuck but I have learned from the past and from now that I have super fast magical healing cuts properties. Bruises, however, take me forever to heal. So the skin's closed, but yeah. It's a bitch to hand write, which sucks. Anyway, the tea spilt all over my open and booted up laptop, got all inside the docking fan for said laptop, ruined all my notes for making up my schedule for next semester and all the notes on what grad schools I want to start looking at and what I want to start doing with the rest of my life and what classes I need to graduate. I was really upset. It was like, the perfect fucking ending the the perfect fucking past two weeks (CAN YOU FEEL THE SARCASM THROUGH THE SCREEN?).

I'm doing a lot better, though, after these past 12 hours hanging with this one friend. I rode a horse, even though they're really, very scary and I thought I might die or at least fall and break my neck. I won a princess tiara and a black Barbie doll dressed up as Belle. We went to find the Asian at her college, but she brushed us off, so we went exploring her campus and guess what we found? AN ARRAY. I FUCKING KID YOU NOT. Just, less symbols and stuff. We're going to go back probably in two weeks and do a bunch of photos to satisfy our FMA obsessions. And then photoshop them, of course. For authenticity. Yeah.

And that's my life.

http://hanna.aftertorque.com/


AMAZING IS IT NOT?

This is what I found in the Halloween section of Michaels. Damn your phone anyway.

... more updates on this later.

So, according to howmanyofme.com,



And that means first and last name. Weird, right?

So I finally remembered I have a scanner and I should probably upload what little art I've done over the past year so that people know I'm still alive on dA, and lo and behold! Sparrow through the Heart fan art. Love you, aggybird!

( Cut for fake cut. I think. I don't really know how this works. )

I KID YOU NOT. HOURS, I'VE SPENT. HOURS

Sweet Jesus, I forgot how painful coughing is.

Went across the street from the dorms to the Shell station to get some cough syrup, and all they had was Nyquil. 1) No. 2) Not after all the hallucinogenic dreams it's given me. Seriously. I don't want to watch my brother repeatedly slice the other one with a knife while I can do nothing but sit and watch and cry. So I went to the student market thing at the dorms, which are super expensive, but when you're desperate, you're desperate. Apparently, I was not that desperate, especially as they did not have something that would help with the stuffy/runny nose problem as well as everything else. I really didn't want to walk to the CVS down in Five Points, but oh well. I got there and the lady behind the counter must have taken pity on me, because I now own a CVS Extracare card, which is like the savings card that you can get for Krogers, except obviously for CVS instead. And since stupid me decided to wear flip flops, now I have even more blisters showing up. FML, serously.

I am so sick. Like, whoa. And then Mother Nature decided to come for a visit last night, and I can't just skip my first ever lab, so. And damn labs anyway for saying I have to wear pants and close-toed shoes in this hot weather. Ridiculous. And the medicine does nothing, but my mother is sending the tea I so desperately need. But I still can't skip classes. Guys, you just... don't even know. Everyone keeps making fun of my voice, at least until I sneeze on them, and I don't have any tissues, so the snot is all over the backs of my hands and I don't even have and shirt sleeves, guys. And I'm typing this in the office where I do so much work but am not actually paid for it, and I know my germs are getting all over this keyboard, but you know what?

Fuck it. You can all be sick too. I'm an ANGRY sick mother fucker.

( + pathogens and bacteria)

Fuck you. I want my throat back. Also, leave the back of my eyes in peace.

No love,
KS

[01] -- Look up TEN of your favorite movies on IMDB.
[02] -- Click the "trivia" link in the sidebar.
[03] -- Post a fun and random bit of trivia from each film.
[04] -- Tag five people!

The Princess Bride

The giant rodents were created with diminutive actors inside rat suits. On the day Westley was supposed to battle the giant rat, the "rat actor" was pulled over for speeding and subsequently arrested, and actually had to be bailed out of jail by the filmmakers so the scene could be filmed.

Kung Fu Panda

One character that needed revisions was Tai Lung, who continually seemed too sympathetic as the villain of the story. As a result, the producers included the sequence that illustrates the story Tigress told about Tai Lung's betrayal of his father's principles and his rampage after being refused the Dragon Scroll to make him sufficiently despicable to the audience. By contrast, Po was refined by Jack Black and the writers from an unpleasant obsessed fan who unsettled his heroes to an affable martial arts lore devotee painfully self-aware of his inadequacies.
(So you know, I still find Tai Lung a sympathetic villain. And I like it.)

History of the World: Part I

The vestal virgins (who took the oath of chastity) in Caeser's palace are all Playboy playmates. Hugh M. Hefner (Playboy's patron) appears as the pipe-smoking entrepreneur talking about his invention, the centerfold.

Super Troopers

In the syrup-chugging scene in the diner, the first few takes were done with the actors drinking thick iced tea from syrup containers, but the iced tea didn't look realistic enough. Real syrup was brought in, and the actors then did several takes in which they actually chugged entire bottles of syrup. These are the takes you see in the close-ups, however, some wide shots with the iced tea were kept in.

Mystery Men

On Casanova Frankenstein's release papers (which are stamped "CURED"), one entry reveals that the patient is "unpredictable in bed."


And that's all you're getting from me for now, because I have to go to a meeting on campus. The rest to come later!

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

I never thought I'd start posting these on LJ. I guess there's a first time for everything.

Have at it.

Dear Internet,

Why, when I actually needed you as an excuse, were you not there for me? You are always there for me when I don't need you! Why now?

No love,
K

P.S.,

WHY IS THE INTERWEBZ NOT HOPPIN? NOTHING EVER HAPPENS ON SUNDAYS/MONDAYS. THIS WILL CHANGE, AND I WILL BE THE FIRST (MAYBE) TO MAKE IT SO. JUST YOU WAIT. YOU'LL SEE. YOU'LL ALL SEE.

I forgot to mention something.

MILEY CYRUS, GET THE FUCK OFF MY BEACH.

My mother went in for surgery yesterday morning at 7am, and I wasn't able to go back to sleep after that, so I stayed awake til I went to work at 4pm. Went to go see her for a couple of hours before work while she was recovering, and she was loopy as hell. After I got out of work, if they were going to keep her overnight, I was going to head there and spend the night, but they let her come home, so here I am. Got home at midnight or a little after, helped her get up and walk around, let her take her time trying to use the bathroom, then got in the shower about 1:30am. Now I'm waiting for 3am so I can give her her damn Perkiset so I can get some sleep before I have to distract her from killing my stepfather the next time she wakes up (or the second, since she wakes up ever couple of hours or so).

This... should be an intense week.

TV dinners are disgusting. The only way I'm surviving this is by pouring the rest of my teriyaki sauce all over it.

So I've got almost everything packed to move back home for the summer. Let me tell you, sleeping tonight is gonna be really weird with nothing I'm used to being in certain places actually being there. And I just remembered I forgot my laundry. Shit.

I really hate these 12 hour school days. Day of Silence information-type thing was yesterday. Uh, yeah. Only, like, 15 people showed up. Bitches. I feel like ripping facebook and the college population a new one. "Spreading the Silence" today was basically the same goddamn handful of people standing in the Library Plaza handing out the cards I made to spread awareness on campus. And let me tell you, some people are real bitches. And then some crazy Jamaican music/dance crew thing started happening. It meant lots of people, which was great, but they were the type of crowd that really couldn't give a fuck and were so rude sometimes I started to question my faith in humanity. (Overexaggeration, but w/e. You get the idea.) And Being silent the entire day has been... interesting. I have accidentally slipped twice today though. Once first thing in the morning when I got on the elevator and I asked this guy if he was getting on, and the second later that day when I bumped into someone and said sorry, even if it was muffled by the tape I had gotten by that point.

So... yeah. Stressful time is abating. I'm finally going to go get groceries on Friday (tomorrow). Thank fucking god. There's only so long you can live off ramen.

I appreciate people keeping me in the loop by cc'ing and forwarding replies to things to me as well as the people actually holding the conversation, but there's too much to wade through sometimes, especially if you're trying to make a big event work in a short amount of time. Seriously. I opened my e-mail, and I had 15 new e-mails since I packed my laptop up at 5pm today. Eh, at least things are pulling together, right?

Anyway, I'm back home for the weekend. I'm going to crawl into my bed with its awesome mattress I have missed soooooo much, and wake up without taking a shower because I'm just going to the goddamn beach tomorrow anyway. And after all that's worked out, I'll figure out where to start stashing all this shit I brought back from college. My room is seriously too small for this. Starting junior year, I think I'll be moving into an apartment of my own.