....... as opposed to being the boy without the pants because that's another logan entirely



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Reading The Warrior's Apprentice, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess

Watching Veronica Mars, House, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go

Playing Suikoden IV, Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Okage: Shadow King, 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 Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Bruno and Boots, Gilmore Girls (Doyle and Paris and Logan).

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Ninja and Roommate
Crack for Crack
Story and Art Journal
Mythical Detective Loki Screencap Recaps
Prince of Tennis Screencap Recaps

Older Whining

American Gods
Carnival of Bargain Madness
Grumpy Gamer
The International House of Mojo
Logic and Chaos
Worm Blog

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Meimi has apparently decided to make herself my awesome layout fairy. Behold my twenty-first birthday present: A layout of pants!Logan, from Gilmore Girls (and, you know, that girl who's always hanging around him, what's her name . . .).


I'd asked who's fucked up, but the answer is either "Bear" or "Corn"
5/2/2005 12:43:00 AM
"Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan. Occupation: security risk. Hobbies: falling off walls, disappointing sick old men to death, making girls cry . . ." - The warrior's Apprentice, Lois McMaster Bujold.

The last couple of days have made me want to turn back time, so I can relive . . . pretty much everything from Friday morning on. Right now I want to go to sleep, because that will mean the succession of events that have made up today will finally be over . . . but I can't, because I'm not tired.

I had an interview on Friday, which I knew I blew (yet I'm still going to be sitting at home for the next couple days, painfully -hoping- for a telephone call to proev me wrong). I got snowed on. I went to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie and enjoyed it . . . and then things went downhill from there.

I honestly can't remember anything that happened on Saturday - I think it must have been uneventful.

And today was just a haze of shopping and trying to remember to eat and trying to be funny on demand . . .

I'm not sure, but I've been feeling rather ostracized, and I don't like it much. It may possibly be worse than when I feel isolated via my own jackassness - at least then I can focus all the hatred inward and not hurt anyone -further-.

Rereading The Warrior's Apprentice helps a little - your problems aren't nearly as bad as Miles' - but . . . Miles has caring, helpful parents, a cheerful cousin intruding on his broodiness, and, y'know, a homicidal liveried retainer. -I- don't have cool stuff like that. And then I brood more, even though I'm taller than Miles.

. . . Maybe I'll just stick with solitary confinement and go in-communicado until I sort everything out. Except I can't unplug the phone, 'cause I might get a call about a job (hahahanot).

Will send a memo when issues are resolved,
Ingrid, Signing Off

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