ReadingLirael, Measure for Measure, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
Upcoming Things of Importance January 5 First day of classes January 14 Birthday party
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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If I ever get married, I am -not- honeymooning in Niagra Falls
1/13/2005 08:49:44 AM
"Oh, Black Mage. You and your paranoid delusions. 'These are dark warriors.' 'White mage likes me.' 'Thief is trying to rob us of our very souls.'" - Thief, 8-Bit Theater.
I think I'm officially cursed.
Last night I actually went to bed before midnight. I was very tired and was making the effort to actually get something resembling sleep. And 'lo, I fell asleep. Only to be woken up around 12.30 by A Noise. A loud scrabbling weird and all around bad noise inside the wall.
My first thought was, of course: RATS.
So I stayed hidden in bed with the covers pulled over my head until I couldn't ignore it any longer - it was really quite an annoying noise.
Since there was nothing immediately wrong in the bedroom, I stumbled sleepily to the bathroom.
Where I found the half the floor covered in water, with more dripping in from the ceiling and some unknown point under the sink (which, incidentally, ended up getting a chunk of my only roll of paper towels wet). At a loss (and, after checking in the residence booklet and seeing that if I called the maintenace men in after hours it would cost me a hundred dollars), I did the only thing I could think of doing - got a lot of paper towels and, eventually, some spare towels I found in a closet, and threw them down on the floor, and sat, waiting for the water to stop so I could go back to sleep.
Not long after the stunned water discovery, a man in some kind of uniform came to the door and asked me if everything was okay. When I explained about the rapidly dampening bathroom, he nodded and put the blame on one of the apartments on the floor above mine, where, apparently, the hot water pipe under the sink had exploded at some point. They only just got the water turned off and maintenace people would be along to deal with the problem at ground zero, so anything still dripping into the apartment was just water that had appeared before the got the hot water there turned off.
So I sat until 2 in the morning, desperately wanting to go to bed, waiting for the water to stop dripping and the weird ticking noise in the bedroom wall to stop.
It did, I got about four and a half hours of sleep, and now I'm awake, living in an apartment where the bathroom ceiling is bumpy from water retention or something (I think I'm going to put in a message down on the maintenace sheet to have them look at it, just in case), and in a minute, I'm going to get dressed for class.
It's -51 outside.
Sometimes, I wodner why I even bother.
Overwhelmed and very, very tired, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
PSA . . . about dental hygiene
1/12/2005 10:43:18 PM
"Wait a second! No matter what I say it's the wrong thing and I put my foot in my mouth. but that means . . . GASP! You aren't our Torg! YOU'RE FEMALE!" - Riff, Sluggy Freelance
My relationship with dental hygiene has always been shakey at best, but usually I seem to come out on top of it. As a child, I was told not to suck my thumb, because if I did, they would grow crooked and I would need braces. I am almost twenty-one and my teeth are nice and straight. Unfortunately, things have mostly been downhill from there, but usually my experiences haven't been of lasting trauma. Until recently. There was the wisdom teeth. The cavitiy (with three new ones starting, as I believe I've mentioned, and I don't know when I'm going to get them filled, or how). The insistance that I floss my teeth coupled with the PAINFUL GUSHING AND SPITTING OF BLOOD.
And now . . . Arm and Hammer Toothpaste.
It's like someone's running soapy sandpaper that tastes of mint and pepper across my tongue, over and over again.
My advice is to just not buy it. Unless it happens to be the cheapest brand of toothpaste available at a given moment. In which case, well . . . Money may be more important than the health of your tongue.
. . . Dear God, I have an entire tube of this stuff to go through. I can make a tube of toothpaste last -months-.
It burns . . . like hygiene, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Lack of Suikoden IV, and other unfortunate things
1/11/2005 06:06:39 PM
"Part of working together is understanding and respecting each other's needs. That's why I've titled today's workshop ... 'Only fat, ugly lesbo-whores that no one really finds attractive sue for gender discrimination or sexual harassment.'" - Tifanni, Something Positive
A little old postal type man knocked on my door a little while ago, with a package for my neighbours. Apparently they aren't in, and he'd like me to give it to them when they are. It's perfectly safe - it's far too big to contain Suikoden Iv.
Currently all my material desires could basically be summarized as Suikoden IV. Which is very stupid, because I know I can't afford it - I still have two text books to buy, my tuition is due at the end of the month, and the day after my rent's due. Plus, I have to be thinking about whether I want to renew my lease for another year. I'm putting it off until I see how much they're increasing the rent - they leave giving us that message until the last possible week to renew the lease, which I find evil in the most primitive of ways. Unless we're looking at a massive increase, though, I'll probably just stay here. It's expensive for a place this small, but it's right next to campus and . . . actually, that's really the only good reason to stay here. That and the fact that I'm far too lazy to find a new, slightly cheaper apartment, and move all my crap.
Also, found out that Vision is no longer showing Wonderfalls - it's now on some channel in the 100s which I clearly don't get. And FOX has replaced it's afternoon syndication of Malcolm in the Middle with another bad court tv show. It's like the powers that be of tv loathe me, or something. What am I supposed to watch while doing boring stuff, like editing papers and exercising and repairing the holes in my pants?
