For some reason, my History of India professor thinks that it's a great idea to split the class in half and have us write plays based on (extremely condensed) versions of the two great Indian epics, the Ramayana and the Mahabarata.  Then we have to get up in front of the other half of the class and act them out.

I'm in the Mahabarata group.  Thank god I've managed to get myself a position as the script editor, right?

Not so much.  That's a good position assuming the writers know how to write.  As is, I've had to rewrite huge chunks of 3 parts of the play.  I'm going to have to rewrite huge chunks of a fourth, and I'm going to have to beef up the fifth.  It was supposed to be done by last night, except that it couldn't be done by last night because I was exhausted and one of the writers sent me a corrupted file so I had no script from her.

Our director is also, to put things lightly, kind of a dipshit.  No leadership skills.  Also, I suspect he hasn't even read the book, as evidenced by his reaction to my wish to include a bigger chunk of the Bhagavad Gita in the play (he flipped out, saying it was irrelevant and he didn't even know what it was).  Yeah.  It's in the introduction that that's part of the book.  Whoops.

I'd much rather be leveling my shaman to 80.  I only have one more level to go.  ):

In other news, dad was rooting around down in the basement, and found that my ex roommate Scot left his CREMATED MOTHER there when he moved out.  I want to know how the fuck that happens.  Did he care so little for her?  I think I'm going to ask the parents' permission to give him an angry phone call and say that maybe he should come pick up her ashes.  In the process, he can visit my brother, whom he must be DYING to see.  After all, Scot DID say that my brother was his sworn blood brother, and Scot hasn't been by since April...

Saw Watchmen a couple nights ago when dad gave the go-ahead to rent a movie via Pay Per View when my internet crapped out.

It was good.  Violent, but that's to be expected.

Now.  Every guy I talked to about the movie (and I mostly talked to guys, possibly because I play WoW and most of my contacts are male) made a big deal about the blue guy, Dr. Manhattan, being naked.  Their comments were "oh man, there's a ton of floppy blue cock in that movie!" (and yes, that is verbatim).  Nothing about how violent it is.  Nothing about how skintight the one female superhero's outfit is or how she herself may be considered hot.  Nothing, even, about how you get to see her COMPLETELY NAKED.

Just... floppy blue cock.

Upon seeing the movie, I noticed that Dr. Manhattan was actually clothed, shot from behind, or shot from the waist up most of the time.  There is NOT actually a ton of floppy blue cock in this movie, merely a few scenes with it.

And I'm debating what this male reaction to this character was.  Simply the fact that, on a big screen, it would be... well... big?  Some male insecurity thing?  Combination of both?

I am both puzzled and amused by this.

School's apparently coming up fast, and I don't have an actual schedule yet.

Or... you know.  A direction to go in.  I have no idea if this whole sociology thing is going to work out.  I don't really think that I can do grad school.  I can barely write a research paper; how the crap would I be able to handle a dissertation?

Why the fuck is it so hard to find something that I can do to make a decent living that makes me somewhat happy to do?  >.<;

The upside is that I've found the Japanese program at the school I'm at, so I should be able to get placed in a class.  That'll be closer to when the term starts, but since the program is tiny, I don't see the classes as filling up anytime soon.  Nor do I see them as focusing heavily on Japanese for business like my last school did, which was one of the major problems I had with the program.

*sigh*  I'll probably end up in business eventually.  I just have to get resigned to it first.  It'll take a while.

I'm almost out of perfume oil, and Renfest is too far away for me to go without this shit, so I'm trying BPAL again.  Imp's Ears, and now that I know what works on me, I've narrowed it down to 6 possibilities.  Hopefully one won't suck so I can ultimately get a bigger bottle.  Cross fingers.

In WoW news, I'm finally getting included in the 10 man Ulduar runs I so desperately need.  The trinket I need, however, has not dropped yet.  Only my first run, and I guess I'll get to try it again... repeatedly... but it's disappointing.  At least I managed to convince them to split up me and the other mage (we both need the same damn thing).  Achievements galore, though.  Managed what passes for hardmode on Ignis.  25's are going okay, I guess, except for people not showing up... again... and the stuff I need persistantly not dropping or going to people other than me.  XD

My cat is being massively obnoxious.  I still haven't managed to get him to stop biting me, and he likes to play with electrical cords.  Not chew on them... just bat them around.  A lot.  If anyone has any ideas on how to get him to stop either behavior, I'd love to hear them.  A spray bottle doesn't actually discourage him from misbehaving.  He just licks the water off and goes on... jerk.

A brother update.

On Saturday, someone figured out that he had an abcess in his armpit (lovely, isn't it).  There was an ensuing ER trip.

Today, I found out that my mom and brother spent 5 hours waiting for general surgery because the damn thing wasn't taken care of the first time around.

Upon arriving home, mom had to unload my brother from the van by herself because the dumbfuck aide was too busy walking slow and talking on his phone.  Guess he didn't want to help because he wasn't clocked in yet?

Progress is, as always, slow.  His "friends" (former roommates) never visit.  We figure this pretty much proves that they were just mooching off him for a free place to stay and whatever money he'd give them (which was actually a lot).  I'm pissed at them.  Case and point; we haven't heard from them since his birthday, where they said "if you're going out, invite us, we'd like to come."

In other news, as soon as I logged off WoW to go to Walmart to buy milk, cereal, and other crap, it started pouring rain.  Fail...

~Family ONCE AGAIN makes promises to spend time with me.  Yeah, I spend time with them at their house, but by necessity, they always end up spend the bulk of their time rushing around doing stuff for my brother or helping his nurses.  I usually end up watching TV and doing Sudoku puzzles.  I'm there mostly to make my brother laugh when he's not using the toilet or being showered, changed or fed.

But I finally got a promise from dad that he'd go out to lunch with me and only me (it's been ages, and he owes me for this whole book fiasco).  I called him about half an hour before I figured I'd show up and confirm that he'd actually be able to do it, and he said "no, wait until 2:30."  Place closes at 2.

This always happens, and I don't know why I expected anything different.

~Made plans with a friend to go skating.  We both wanted to, and we've both been lonely-ish.  Then he bailed.  Granted, he got sick, but still, it sucks major ass.  This is the second time skating has been cancelled.

This reminds me of why my entire social life is online.  Online just hurts less.  People can't really bail on me online.  Fuck.  Online, I feel like people NEED me.  Not so much irl.

~The loot I need from Ulduar 25 absolutely refuses to drop.  ABSOLUTELY REFUSES.  Seriously.  I've seen all of one piece, and it went to a holy paladin.  Ended up okay, I guess, since with the piece I currently use, I can use what is supposedly a higher dps spec.  We'll see.  I was still pretty pissed.

~Couple weeks ago, some dickwad parked in my driveway so that I couldn't get out of it, and someone parked behind HIM.  I was in the process of calling my parents (who also function as my landlords for all intents and purposes) so that I could get these morons towed, when they walked out to figure out what the crap was going on, and they yelled at me for not knocking on the neighbors' doors to figure out whose car was in my driveway.

'Scuse me, it's my driveway, and when it's 100 degrees outside, I'm gonna park in the garage.  Since I lie in the unit, I should have every expectation of being able to get out of MY GARAGE at any time.

Well.  Turns out they were looking at the unit two down from mine, and one of them is now my new neighbor.  Joy of joys.

~The Tony Fiasco.  He broke up with me a long fucking time ago, then later had a pissy fit and told me that he basically thought that everything that went wrong in our relationship was my fault.  Absolutely killed any romantic feeling.  But I still cared for him as a friend and would bend over backwards for his sorry ass (point of fact, when he told me his life in PA had hit a dead end, I invited him to move to MO so he could actually start over and have a shot at doing something other than working the night shift at a factory putting shit in boxes for the rest of his life).  He'd said he cared for me as a friend, too.  So when he told me he was dating someone and happy, I was thrilled for him.

...until he told me that this someone was the same chick he fucked on a one night stand when he was dating the girl prior to me.  Three years ago, he told me that this totally fucked up the relationship he was in, that this chick he had a one night stand with was a confirmed total WHORE (and fugly to boot), and only fucked him because he's... ah... slightly above average in size, and she's fucked so many other guys that that's the only way she feels anything anymore.

And he's dating her now.  So I told him to be careful, don't get hurt, used, or screwed over.  And this was apparently his cue to pass the phone over to her so that she could attempt to insult me.  Attempt, because she seems to think that misspelled, grammatically incorrect variations of "ur stupid" are insulting (except that all that does is show that she's horribly low on IQ), followed by "ur ugly," which really isn't terribly creative (I told her so).

So she thought (and I'm SURE this took a shitton of effort for her) and came up with "well Tonys dating me now; im prettyer then u r, we can match looks any day, but i have u beet" or something along those lines.  Told her that I pitied her if she thought that looks were all she had to offer anyone.

This became all the more hilarious when I went to remove Tony from my friends on Facebook.  She looks vaguely like a troll.  And actually, I should apologize for saying that; it's a horrible insult to trolls everywhere.  If I were her and I thought my appearance was all I had to offer, I'd be praying as hard as I could to any and every god in existance.  Might even make up a few.  I have a picture saved and will share upon request so you can all ALSO laugh at her for this epic amount of stupid.  I mean, I know I'm no model, but god DAMN that girl looks like her face got stuck in the garbage disposal.

Anyway.  This stings a lot.  Not because of Tony's brand new pet whore, but because he apparently doesn't consider me a friend anymore and doesn't have the balls to tell me himself.  As I mentioned before, I was willing to bend over backwards for him, and had even invited him to live with me when his life had dead ended (general consensus is that that'd totally fuck up any other romantic relationship I'd ever have, so there ya have it: it seems I'm willing to completely cauterize my love life to help someone I perceive as a friend in need).

Sad thing is, if he apologizes, I might forgive him.  And maybe even spare him an "I told you so" when their relationship tanks/he ends up with a horrid STD because... well, 3 years ago, she was a confirmed whore, and I don't think people actually change that much.  She has an attitude problem and no morals, so it's not like she's found Jesus or anything hilarious like that, and I'm sure there are guys with bigger dicks out there.

Pluses of the week?
~Found out I can respec my mage to the highest DPS spec, as I am actually hit capped for it with no talents.

~I didn't actually fuck over my raiding career by declining tonight's raid to go skating... which ultimately didn't happen.  Apparently, I have priority over some others because I'm consistant in attendence.

~Got to screw over some dumbfuck who was taunting a friend of mine.  Oh god, that was fun.

~Friend who has been camping a very rare mob in WoW for a mount got the mount.  Finally.  YAY!  GO ENOSH!  This has actually made my night.

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Nanaca Crash!

It amuses me so.

Go play.  Now.

Everyone should love it.

It's the song that does it.

You'd think a college town would have fun shit to do, right?  It doesn't.  No museums, nowhere to shop, no entertainment.  Well.  Unless you have friends and like getting drunk.  Funny thing is, when I ask people what fun shit there is in this town, they look at me like I'm stupid since, oh, I'm from here.

Oh, and people in this town are retarded.  I didn't know it was possible for people that stupid to obtain drivers' licenses, but apparently it is.

Since I've been attending school here, I've noticed a few things.

1: People avoid their turn signal like the lever is covered in poop (or something equally unpleasant).  I've been cut off/nearly run off the road/almost in wrecks COUNTLESS times by morons who either don't know it exists or think that they don't need to use it.

2: People don't know what a red light means.  Or they're color blind and can't tell that it's red.  Either way, they run them like you wouldn't believe.  And some people don't realize that others are too stupid to stop, which leads to...

3: I've seen 2 car wrecks bad enough to block up traffic in the past 2 weeks.  One, it looked like someone was turning left and got nailed by some moron who didn't notice the light was red.  The other, it looked like two people stopped at a red light, and the third (in a fucking huge truck at that) didn't notice and plowed into the second car, which plowed into the first.

4: Pedestrians/other non-motorists are apparently not immune to the stupid.  In the past month...
    A: I've had to avoid frat boys jaywalking across a street where people regularly go 45 mph.  It's reverse frogger, and it's NOT cool, particularly because there's usually a crosswalk a few yards away.
    B: I've almost killed a jogger.  He ran across one of the busiest intersections in town when people turning left from one busy road to the other still had the protected left turn.  He's damn fucking lucky that my brakes decided to work, as it was a particularly rainy day, and my car has a tendency to start hydroplaning at sudden stops.  Unfortunately, I only had time to stop and take in what had just happened.  No horn honking, no giving the finger; there wasn't time.  He wouldn't have seen it/cared anyway.
   C: I almost got killed by some stupid cyclist who went from the left side of the street on one side of the intersection to the right side on the other side of the intersection.  We both saw the same break in traffic and went, but I couldn't move out of impending cross traffic due to this moron.  She wasn't wearing a helmet, either.

Conclusion: this town sucks ass, and I want out.

On Wednesday, we got an extra credit assignment in Social Inequalities class.  Sounds great, right?

The assignment was to dress up as a "wannabe" to a particular subculture, write a short paper explaining your costume, and get up in front of the class (of 300+) to explain it.  Still sounds great... right?

Our instructor for this class (allow me to remind you: it's called SOCIAL INEQUALITIES; we study why society doesn't work for people) is so completely out of touch with reality that this assignment did, in fact, suck ass.  Why?

1: this assignment assumes that we have clothing in our closet that isn't part of our actual wardrobe.  And while I DO have clothing in my closet that fits that description, it's either business-y type stuff from when I was trying to get a job OR it's my RenFest shit.  Neither would do for the assignment.  I'd go further to argue that most college students don't keep clothing in their closets that they don't wear regularly, simply because they don't have the money to buy shit that they're not going to use on a consistent basis (unless you're looking at the school where I did my undergrad, but I think a lot of those kids were so spoiled that they'd never learned how to make their own popcorn).  It's a money issue, and therefore, a class issue.

Our instructor spends SO FUCKING MUCH time talking about how people who don't have money are marginalized, and how (to quote Southpark, not the instructor) "it's really bad, mmkay?" and then she goes and participates in the marginalization herself.

Okay.  So let's say I've got a few extra bucks laying around that I'm NOT using to buy food and pay off my car, and that buying clothes that I'll probably only wear once is really worth 10 to 15 extra credit points.  This brings me to...

2: buying affordable clothes on short notice means shopping sales, shopping sales means you find clothes from sizes XS to M.  So the assignment assumes that if you're female and you DON'T keep clothes you don't wear in your closet and you're willing to go shopping for clothes that you'll never wear more than once, that you fit some standard of feminine beauty (i.e.: you're a waif).  This is something I NEVER expected out of this particular instructor, since she's ACTUALLY BIGGER THAN I AM.  Additionally, her area of focus is gender inequalities, and she spends a considerable amount of time talking about the feminine standard of beauty and how it's messed up.

Apparently she's also more clueless than I am... which is really saying something.

So, I just lost out on 10, possibly 15 extra credit points because the assignment was constructed in such a way that I was unable to do it.

Hooray for Social Inequalities class, teaching through experiencing inequalities!

I sincerely apologize for my lack of godlike powers, and that my lack of such powers resulted in me being unable to see your kid beneath the fucking enormous pizza box I was carrying (complete with fresh from the oven pizza that was burning the shit out of my hand).

Until us mere mortals acquire the power to see through objects to make sure your spawn isn't underfoot, I'd suggest keeping your spawn out from under our feet.

Thanks for understanding, douchebag,
~The "rude" chick who didn't apologize for "not watching where she was going."

On a happier note, I got my new car.  A 2008 Nissan Sentra in a medium gray color.  I'll take pictures and post them when the sky stops being the same medium gray as my car.  It's actually quite nice.

...the bad kind of interesting.  The VERY bad kind of interesting.

The kind of interesting where someone isn't paying enough attention to the car they're operating and drives into yours.

Yep.  Woman turning left failed to turn left and turned... into the left-side bumper of my car.

Her reaction: oh my god, I didn't see you!

I don't know how this happened.  I had my lights on, and I wasn't turning right, so I didn't have my right turn blinker on.  I didn't slow down when I came to that point in the road (neither of us had a stop sign), so I'm not sure how my intention to continue driving straight on that road could have been mistaken, except that nearly everyone who uses that road turns off where she was turning, and half the people in this town are retarded and don't know how to use a turn signal.

No one was hurt.  We were both shaken (at least, I think she was; I know I was).  My car has been crunched in to the front wheel on the driver's side.  The front of her car was crunched in almost completely (the middle of her car impacted my left corner) and it was leaking fluid.

Mine has the possibility of being repaired.  Dad says that the damage on my car looked like it wasn't nearly as bad as the damage on mom's when she had her accident, and hers got repaired just fine.  Problem is that her car is newer and that accident took place in 2004.  My car, at this point, is 10 years old, and the insurance companies might decide that it's totaled... which would piss me off, because I'm rather attached to that car.

I don't particularly care about her car.  The vindictive bitch in me will probably giggle if/when I find out that it's totaled.

Everyone but the person who actually matters (the cop) has said that this wasn't my fault.  Dad (a freaking physics genius), my insurance company, our lawyer friend who lives next door.  The tow truck driver even said that you don't get that kind of damage unless someone was turning left and didn't yield like they were supposed to.  Cop still has to talk to the witness (who had to leave the scene, but left contact info).  So I probably won't be ticketed.

I still feel somewhat at fault for not treating her like a total moron like I do pretty much any other driver I encounter.

*sigh*

MunchieNinja: So does your dad know alot about computers,or just more then you?
AyameChan: he knows a lot.
MunchieNinja: Nice...I wanna come visit you and meet your dad
MunchieNinja: And meet you too...I guess >.>
AyameChan: ...sure.
AyameChan: you guess you want to meet me.
AyameChan: lovely.
MunchieNinja: lol,you know I wanna meet you sweetie
MunchieNinja: Then I can call you Pookie to your face =P
AyameChan: and i can actually groinkick you for calling me pookie!
AyameChan: ...be careful what you wish for.

Names are edited.

...I'd be fucking set.

Money.

A steady job.

Fanboys.  Lots of them.

Magic powers.

The ability to turn people and things that annoy me into penguins.

...oh well. *sigh*

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If McCain wins, first thing I'll do is cry. Second is order that shirt for quickest delivery possible. And I will wear it once a week for the next four years.

Funny story: I killed a gnome a couple days ago cause it was in my way. What makes this hilarious is that I popped my "I WIN" button (Arcane Power, Presence of Mind, trinket) and oneshotted it. I am level 70... and the gnome was 64. It feels good to oneshot vermin. ^_^

And I feel the need to post a photo of epic cute so that anyone who isn't on facebook/my friend on there can marvel at how adorable it is.

more fail, owned and pwned pics and videos

I don't know what people expect. Despite the supposed gnome racial of boosted intelligence, most of the ones I've met are about as smart as your average retarded monkey.

Also, anyone want a doucheburger?


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I found some lovely flannel sheets for my queen size bed at Target for about $22.

If you require sheets, I'd highly recommend seeing if whatever Target you shop at has the same deal, because $22 is pretty much dirt cheap.

So. My brother had surgery, ended up in intensive care (because he stopped breathing), got out of intensive care, and then ended up in isolation because he had an antibiotic-resistant strain of strep.

On top of all that, I had a migraine on Friday that sent me to the ER (after surviving an hour of epic pain while waiting for one of my parents to be available to take me there), and my cat has decided that my feet are toys (I really hope he grows out of that), dad's been hounding me to just apply for grad school already (even though I don't have all the letters I need and I still haven't met with the director of the program I want to apply for), and some kid on WoW has decided that I don't care about him wanting to kill himself (nevermind that I've got enough goddamn issues on my plate without his added to them), which apparently makes me an insensitive bitch.

Life has been stressful.

At least the cat is still cute.

Enjoy.

The speed limit is the speed limit.  It's posted so you can drive the speed that's on the sign.

Thus, a 30 mph speed limit doesn't mean "drive five fucking miles under the speed limit."

...I hate this town, and the world would just be better if there weren't so damn many people in it.