Sunday, April 09, 2006  

Now Playing: Space Channel 5 Part 2 (got the game running on the PS2.. don't ask why)

So...

For starters, I have a livejournal, now. I don't think I'll be planning anything with it, but, eh... I've got it. Might as well use it. Or something.

Second, I've discovered that if some German law is passed, Uwe Boll won't be able to make the Fear Effect movie. Go go German legislation!

Have I told you about my new computer? It's pretty.

It's an E-machine, and I've dumped 2 gig of RAM in it and a 512mb video card. That makes this the highest end gaming machine that I've ever owned.

World of Warcraft looks pretty.

So, now, my next two purchases will be a PSP (I REALLY need to play Lumines) and a DS Lite when it becomes availble to us Yankees (for Harvest Moon DS).

Raymond's ticked off at me, since I won't take him to get his Lasik surgery done.

"So will you take me?"

"...I'll think about it."

"'Think about it?' Y'know, if it was you, I wouldn't have to think about it.'"

My original comeback to this was going to be: "That's because you're a giant dork that can't seem to understand that I have no interest in you whatsoever and the only reason why I answer the phone when you call is because my mother will pick up if I don't and then I'll be forced to talk to you anyway."

Thankfully, I kept my yap shut.

Seriously, though. May I vent? Thank you.

Raymond irritates me. Vastly, vastly, VASTLY irritates me. I wouldn't normally mind the sheer levels of irritation he creates in me, except that he seems to be completely clueless to it.

How many times can you call a person in one day?! Do you know what the LAST thing I want to hear on my Saturday off is? The damn phone ringing once an hour every hour. If it wasn't for the fact I would've forgotten to replug it later, I would've ripped the phones out the bloody jacks so I could've spent my day in silence.

I swear, when I move out, I am NOT telling him where I moved to. Or giving him my new number. The sooner he gets the hint (and it's been, what, FOUR years of me treating him like utter, insignificant crap now?) the sooner I can stop wincing every time I kick the puppy in the 'nads.

Eh... let me finish setting up my Livejournal. I'll make a, er... what's that called? Inaugoral post. Or something. Can't spell.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:20 PM ] [ ]

Now Playing: Angel Flavor's Present - Katamari Damacy

Roughly once a week or so, I always come to work in a horrible, corporate-hating mood, where I sit sullenly in my cubicle and take my phone calls and internally rant at the souless nature of the corporate world and how all the suits higher up can bite my fun-loving, carefree ass, those old fogies.

For a reason I have yet to define, this mood always strikes me on Tuesdays. It's like Tuesdays are magnents for my rages against the machines.

This mood never lasts into the afternoon, but for the three hours I have it, it's really irritating.

My computer crashing also doesn't help.

I have tomorrow morning off for the first court date in my life. I paid that dollar, and I'm going to argue that fact until they realize it. And then I'm going to buy a monthly parking pass.

I also have MAGIC training on Thursday and Friday. This means that I have to get up for a 7am train to be here at 8am. (Yeah, yeah I know. "Cry me a river, Kristin." Shaddup you.) This is one of those instances where I wish I could find a night job. If they had a night shift here... hoo boy.

In other news... I'm so getting rid of my underwire bras. Nevermind that my boobs haven't felt this supported since my soccer days, this underwire thing bites. Literally. Into the skin of my chest. This is because I have bad posture and tend to slump halfway down my chair while I work (unprofessional of me, I know... bite me). If I sit up I'm fine, but who the heck wants to sit up all day?

I'm toying around with an idea for a Fear Effect fanfic. The problem with Fear Effect fanfiction, much like the problem with Parasite Eve fanfiction, is that anything I write will probably break canon.

Of course, when has canon ever bothered me before? *grin*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:11 AM ] [ ]

Now Playing: Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks

It's finally happened. I've had "The Dream."

Y'know, you never think its going to happen. You think, "Hey, I'm too intelligent to be having this dream." And then you go to bed while waiting for World of Warcraft to reinstall, and there it is. "The Dream."

The Kim Possible Dream.

I really don't know how it happened. Seriously. I haven't watched Kim Possible in weeks. Been too busy WoWing it up on Thorium Brotherhood and watching gallons of House.

And yet, wee in the hours this morning while I troubleshot my WoW Error #132 and ran some sort of repair program and downloaded the 1.10 patch again, it happened.

I dreamed I was Kim Possible, and there was Ron Stoppable, and that black chick (Monica? Monique?). The only person missing was Wade... but in his place was Veronica Mars. (Don't ask.) Team Possible was trying to solve the mystery of a bunch of poachers. Said poachers turned out to be two Catholic priests living in the backwoods, and they almost got away with it but apparently I'm able to tell the difference between burning cinnamon and smoked venison. I don't know how but... anyway.

After a massive kung-fu action scene, right when it looked like the pot-smoking, motorcycle riding beefed-up priest was going to cut Kim from shoulder to sternum with a scapel the size of a broadsword (Seriously, don't ask...), this wolf (or a worgen, or a wolven... it was a wolf that talked) showed up, spouted some stuff, then took the blow for poor Kim.

Yeah... it was a wierd-ass dream. But it gave me ideas for my wittle Paladin. *grins*

((Seriously, though, what doesn't give me RP ideas?))

Ah well. Back to work I go.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 8:54 AM ] [ ]