ok you motherfuckers I moved into my tiny plumbous abode and shit is pretty good so far... unfortunately i have NO INTERNET THERE right now and I FUCKING FORGOT MY ALLERGY PILLS so i am sneezing like a beast into the wee hours of the morning...

I have this little closet thing made of poles and connectors. I tried to build it but I did a really piss-poor job and couldn't figure half of it out, so when Sean came by he demolished it and rebuilt it perfectly and I didn't even have to ask. how lovely. He also said that what I thought was a gas leak was just the pilot light, so it's all okay

..i hope the internet man comes soon to set shit up

( QUIZ TAAAAHHMM )

ahahaha this is probably true, everything it lists (not very nice, conceited, self-centered) are all things I tell people about myself


Your result for The Sexuality Spectrum Test...

Straight Preference

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OKAY ENOUGH OF THIS FAGGOTRY, GOODBYE.

WHY WON'T IT LET ME CUT

i'll write a real entry some other time

Anaface is a new app claiming to be able to give a quantitative measure of facial beauty based on "the geometry of the face." This sounds interesting, but in practice, it turns out to be little more than a game of how precisely one can place seventeen dots. Anaface measures only facial dimensions, failing to take into account other such factors as feature shape or color, skin texture, hair growth, lines or dimples, or expression.

I also found it to be pretty heavily based in a Caucasian beauty standard...

Let's take a look.


( clicky click )

tl;dr: You really can't quantify beauty, no matter how hard you try.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO



After six years of faithful service, my 4x5 Intuos2 has finally given up the ghost.
I noticed that its cord had begun to fray, but I noticed this far too late. Even with duct tape, it couldn't hold a current for more than a few seconds.

A lot of new tablets have come out in the years since I got this one. I guess I'll be saving up for one once the rent is taken care of.

Goodbye tablet. :<


edit: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. On the real media front, my 14 year old sister, after my REPEATED requests for her to NOT USE MY ART SUPPLIES, has been found to be... surprise surprise.. STILL using my shit.

It'd be one thing if she would PUT THINGS BACK WHERE THEY WERE, TOOK CARE OF THEM and KNEW HOW TO PROPERLY USE THEM, but no- she leaves them all around the house, leaves the caps off my pens, and uses the wrong pressure on the wrong pens. You can NOT apply the same fucking pressure to a 005 Copic multiliner as you would a plain Bic. You ruin the nib and render the pen useless.

God DAMN it. I have spent SO much money on these fucking pens and markers only to find them strewn around, all dried out, with caps missing and nibs crushed.

My mom says she'll replace them. No, I don't want HER replacing them. I want my fucking sister to do that. It's not so much about the pens themselves than it is about the idea that she should have been buying her own shit to being with and that if she's going to be so careless with someone else's goods, she's going to find herself paying for it eventually.
I want her to have to work a little harder to buy her Hollister shit and dinners out with friends- to realize that she can't spend all her unearned money on pampering herself and then "covertly" use the fruits of someone else's LABOR for her own leisure.


  

The annoying thing about the IUD right now is that I cannot for the life of me tell whether my uterus is just expressing its displeasure by expelling some blood or if it's my period.

I thought I stopped bleeding for a little bit there, but it started right back up GOD, BODY! DON'T PLAY TRICKS LIKE THAT!!

lol I chose this icon today for a reason, HAHAH DO YOU GET IT??! ??!

Shit.

Last week (the 8th), I went to the realtor's office to drop off the realtor fee check. The other day (the 14th), the realtor emails me, asking me to drop off the check.
...
I had left it on her mousepad. I was sure she'd have seen it there, but I guess not.
Goddamn it. I thought I was done with this for now, but NOPE. I emailed her, telling her that I did indeed drop it off when I said I would have, but I'm still waiting on a response. Great.
Either I'll cancel the check or go back there today if she doesn't respond, just to see what's up. Probably the latter: I'm in no mood to go get another cashier's check.

I thought yesterday that I had thrown away the receipt, as I am wont to do... thank GOD I didn't.


(it's been straightened out.. whew!)


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Dave's been terribly unaffectionate, somewhat morose, and unusually irritable lately. I know something's wrong with him, but he won't talk about it. He has difficulty making eye contact during these episodes- because he "doesn't want to be read."
It's not like I need to look him in the eyes, or even look at him at all, to tell what he's feeling. I am pretty good at reading him, and I told him so.
"PRETTY good??!" was his response.

He went into the other room to edit someone's unspeakably shitty paper, "to get away from distractions." The irony of this statement is that there was a movie on in the other room. A movie rife with gunfire, and the sounds of gunshots are sure to call his attention.
"Distractions?" More like "me."
When he finally came back, he looked to be in a somewhat better mood.
But it's all transient. He'll be back to that sad state soon enough.


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I have a group oral report/powerpoint presenation due tomorrow. My group members and I haven't been working very closely together, and I guess I overestimated their abilities, because what they've done (or at least what I've seen of it) is really... subpar. I hate to think that my grade is riding on their performance as well as my own. I don't know if the information in their parts of the report overlap with my own... I really hope not. I'll go over there later to see, I suppose.
All I can do is make my own three-to-five minutes of it as perfect as I can. I'm not going to rewrite my groupmates' parts.
I've saved too many people's grades by rushing in at the last second to bury their incompetence and their laziness and I'm tired of it.


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In other news, I'm afraid i'm going to fail my calculus class. It's no secret that I've always been really, REALLY bad at everything mathematical, but never before have I felt so worried about my performance.
I think that I'm going to have to sit myself down one of these days and relearn everything from ninth grade onwards. I might even have to go back and review some aspects of how the hell roots and other such things work.

The thing is, I used to get reasonably GOOD grades in calculus. What happened??!

This weekend's gonna suck pretty heartily. All my bros have gone home for the weekend, as has Dave, and I am left alone here with some of the safari zone. Lovely.

I'll probably CLEAN tomorrow. wtf

So I was bored and took this survey.
I guess they're trying to create a dissolving contraceptive pill WITH A FUN HIP FLAVOR (which sounds pretty nasty to me, but whatevs)

I decided to be an asshole while taking it, but all my responses are quite honest.
( click to see )

Secured an apartment for next year.

I learned today that house centipedes like to hide in ivy on buildings. I don't think my new building has any ivy, THANK GOD. I hope I'm right, because there's not gonna be much room for me to hide should a centipede pop up.

i ran out of most my meds a while ago and I will probably end up killing myself before the week is through if i don't go home and pick them up tomorrow..

..fuck. more money down the drain

also i hope those damn mexicans are there to give me my burrito- you have no idea

So I just found out that my one-legged grandpa died the other night.

Since my dad's English isn't too great, I had a bit of a struggle trying to figure out exactly what grandpa died of, but I guess he ended up having a tracheotomy fairly recently for "a disease." This is not surprising. The man was a long-time smoker (and alcoholic).

This news is not very sad to me because I only met the guy once (and it's not as if we speak the other's language).
But dood. my one-legged grandpa.

I think he lost it in a machinery accident, but I like to believe that it was lost during service in the Imperial Japanese Army (even though chronologically, that's impossible).

ugh i cannot fucking tell you how much i hate everyone right now

Still bleeding. Not really hurting though.


There is so much goose shit in the park across the street from my building that I can see it from my window. And I live on the third floor.


Melissa is coming to visit this weekend so I needed money to buy food. Good thing I just learned how to BANK ONLINE so i can transfer money from my savings to my checking BY MY OWN DAMN SELF and not have to harass my mom to do it for me. This might turn out to be bad later on though. I am not sure if I can be trusted with my own finances for the time being.


I think mom is finally putting the dog down today. Its weight has ballooned to 14 lbs (and it was considered obese at EIGHT), the medication is making its teeth fall out (it lost somewhere between 12 and 14 teeth in two weeks after a lifetime of unusually perfect dentition), it is in constant pain, and it no longer seems to get any joy from anything... not even food. It doesn't want to be touched anymore and it goes into seizure-like states. It's only five years old, but its time has come. She's gotten six months remission out of it post-diagnosis, which is pretty good, considering the median survival time after being diagnosed with this form of the illness is eight days..
As much as I've always hated this dog, the house'll feel weird without it. But it's the best thing for both my mom and the dog.


American Culture test today. That class is BULLSHIT and jesus christ do I hate the teacher.. incompetent, unenthusiastic waste of a fuck.


I am cold and running out of all my medications and all I want to do is go back to sleep.

I GOT AN IUD PREGNANCY RISK GOES DOWN
(i know it doesn't flow, leave me alone i am not black)

SO YESTERDAY I went home to get me some levonorgesterely badness.

My beloved burrito-selling Mexicans at the train station were NOT THERE so I got a shitty sandwich at a horribly incompetent Dunkin Donuts and then the Mexicans showed up for business. But it was too late.
Then I had to walk home in the rain after leaving the train.
It was not looking to be a very good day.

I go home to find the results of my pap smear and gonorrhea/chlamydia cultures on the table. THANK GOD THAT SHIT WAS NEGATIVE, HUH?!
There was also a Valium tablet and my debit card, hooray.
I took a shower, pumped myself full of a crapboat of ibuprofen, took the Valium, and off I went. My mom was trying to talk to me the whole time SHUT UP MOM YOU STRESS ME OUT AND BESIDES I AM TRYING TO LISTEN TO MY JAMS HERE

The Valium starts to kick in and I start trippin mad ballz. My mom made me check in at the desk and I think the receptionist got mad at me for being a drugged-out retard... oh well, not my fault. They tell me GO PEE IN A CUP, IT'S TIME FOR A PREGNANCY TEST. I was all WHAT because I did have my period RIGHT THEN, but oh well. Good thing I drank so much water today. I stole a biohazard bag from the bathroom as well as some antiseptic wipes, but then I realized I should have stolen some pee cups too.. SHIT

there is only so much i can fit in my pockets

In the waiting room there were some folks strung out on heroin. One was straightening her hair and nodding off, one was pregnant, and two guys were rambling about custody.

AND THEN IT WAS TIME!!


I go in there. The doctor is a nice young Indian lady who walks in on me before I am done disrobing. I cover my crotch, despite the fact that she'll be knee-deep in it within a few minutes. I asked if the pregnacy test had been run already. She said yes- it's negative. WELL I SHOULD HOPE SO, says I. "Why, have you had sex recently?" she asks. My reply is NO. She asks when the last time was. TWO WEEKS AGO. She looks at me with poorly-concealed amusement.
She sounds my uterus (it is 5 cm deep, by the way: good to know). THIS SHIT PINCHES. I am going "aaahhhhhhhhhh" the whole time and she laughs at me. She swabs my cervix and fornices with betadine. Apparently my cervix was dilated to begin with, but it decided to clamp up after all that torture and she had to re-sound it. Great. Ouch.
It felt like a really bad menstrual cramp. After a few minutes more of "aaaahhhhh" and "noooooooo," IT WAS DONE!! Except for that from what she was saying, I was bleeding like a motherfucker or two. She was also like "hey, your period's done" and i was like WOOO...

EXCEPT FOR THAT I BLED AND CRAMPED CONTINUOUSLY FOR HOURS AFTERWARDS.

This morning I was in a fair deal of pain and I was still bleeding. 800 mg of ibuprofen took THREE HOURS to kick in.

Supplemented it with 600 more mg a few hours later.

Now things are pretty good.. no more pain (though that could just be the drugs talking), not too much blood.

WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES...

HFFFFFFFFFFFFFF so today I go back home to GET MY IUD (and pick up my debit card, lol)

UTERINE INVASION IMMINENT

I'M SCARED


It will probably not be so bad.. I'll take a crapboat of ibuprofen beforehand and they're gonna give me some valium so I'm sure i'll be fine.
Plus I can get a burrito at the train station. :>

burritos make it all better

I think I'm developing YET ANOTHER stye.

The opthalmologist once told me that the average person should get a few styes a decade. (not sure if that's true)
I probably get one every two months or so.
This is my second stye in less than two weeks.


fuck dis shit

The taste of lemonade is such a fresh summery flavor. I enjoy it. :)

Also, it's not bedbugs, hooray.

wow so I just found some vomit crusted onto the recently-laundered sheets I just pulled out of the drawer

that's gross, bro

aaaaand guess who went back to her dorm but left her debit card sitting on her desk back home?? YUP, GOOD JOB, ME