Wednesday, January 31, 2007  

Hooey!

Here I am at work, almost a year after my last post, to tell you that my LJ has been a resounding success. So this will be final post, to tell you to go here: http://kchan22.livejournal.com/

Enjoy!

   [ posted by Kristin @ 3:22 PM ] [ ]

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 ] [ ]

*taps foot*

Maybe I should clarify a teeny, tiny point...

I DON'T HAVE RESIDENT EVIL 1.5!

*glares about*

When I said "that's how we got Resident Evil 1.5" I wasn't referring to me. I was referring to the availability of an unfinished game to the general public due to an unofficial release of the beta.

Capisc?

*dives back into Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 11:25 PM ] [ ]

Life sucks, y'know?

And it just can't suck a little bit.

Nah, Life likes to wait until your back's turned and throw a brick at your head.

Life likes to fight dirty, yo.

My life is taking a turn for the better. And now I've been hit with a brick. Or a freight train. Either way it hurts like hell.

So....

I put my life on hold to deal with this issue...

Or

I say "Screw you" and continue my life unabated without them.

Whatever I decide, I feel bad for the people I've got to talk to today. The happy Kristin's on vacation. Now they're stuck with Dull, Apathetic Kristin.

*sighs*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:02 AM ] [ ]

I doubt you're reading this. You never could remember my website's address. *weak smile*

I never said it. Well, never to your face. Which is horrible because I'm the way I am now because of you. That's how much you've impacted my life. It used to be that not a day went by that I thought of you, how you would act in my situation, and I would try to act accordingly. You laid the guidelines for my change. The foundations for my ethics today. I do my best now to act in a way that would make you proud of me.

I remember your threat, still. I haven't joined the police force.

I no longer get hysterical a potentially dangerous situation arises -- like when a dvd or vhs gets jammed.

I don't try to force anime and games on people that have no interest in it.

I'm still planning to dedicate my first book to you, not Quincy.

And I still have no idea why you wanted to know my shirt size.

But, I'm sorry, 'nee-san.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:37 PM ] [ ]

Second Addendum

I think I'm burnt out on Wow.

Again.

Gale may be 49 for a while... *sighs*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:31 PM ] [ ]

Oh, Addendum:

I've also recently revived Jesse. Since I think I'm the only one that remembers who Jesse is, I'm not entirely sure why I'm mentioning it. *grins*

I guess I'm just happy to be back in the pen and paper RPG scene. WoW's cool and all but... I like having more freedom over what my character does. And acts. And kills.

And Lord knows I missed having lavender-colored text when I type.

Ooo... now I wanna run a game again. A super-hero game...

Maybe I'll take some time and finish writing up my Second Adolescence universe and see if people wanna play in it.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:19 PM ] [ ]

Now Playing: Well, let's see... My iPod stopped on... I don't know. *shrugs*

I'm not a morning person.

This should surprise no one.

And yet it does. Because it surprises me.

Every day for the past two and a half weeks, I've diligently awoken at a eye blistering 5:30am CST. This may mean nothing to you people, but when your body naturally doesn't get sleepy until 3am, going to bed early and getting up after what feels like, to you, has only been two hours can be sorta tiring.

And yet I do it. Every morning. My corpse rouses itself, stumbles into the shower, and I emerge roughly half an hour later dressed, clean, and competent. I don't doze off on the train. I don't sleep on my lunch break. I don't pass out when I get home. Physically, I'm dead to the world.

Mentally, once I open my eyes and become self-aware again, my brain kickstarts like a ferret on meth AND crack. It's irritating, really.

So, no matter how much I feel like crap when I go to bed, I'll continue to wake up with a brain whirling ten thousand miles a minute and a body going two miles an eon.

*stretches*

Well, in other news, Galerunner is now 49. 11 more levels until she becomes my second 60 and I finally start the raiding scene in earnest. I'm not too worried about the usual Hunter overpopulating that usually occurs, as Galerunner is fun enough (and I'm competent enough) to make myself well-known to the higher (read: more "leet") raider guilds. Between Mabri (Galbedir), Raab, Raeth, Morgrah, Ashala, Jannice, and Noram, I should find groups relatively easily. I'm actually looking forward to it.

Helluva lot more than I look forward to raiding with Lia, at any rate. Man, I despise tanking...

I miss Tophar Grace on That 70's Show.

And, wow... Robin Williams is getting old...

Well, in other news, for the past two and a half weeks, I've been working more consistently on "Force of Nature" (tentative title for my new Sailor Moon giant-fic) than ever before. This story will answer a lot of questions that I might've created with "Life's Lessons." (Namely, where's Mamoru. *grins*) Maybe I'll post the prologue when I get it done. It starts with Chibi-Usa. *waggles eyebrows and grins*

This is gonna be a long, strange trip, kiddies. A long... strange... trip...

   [ posted by Kristin @ 7:14 PM ] [ ]