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That really sucks, I'm sorry! Have a virtual hug from me. *hugs*

Thanks. :)

I'm home now, and she's made it apparent she thinks it's all my fault. And she told my dad, so he got the version filtered through her eyes, not like he doesn't always take her side anyway.

:(

Why can't I just screw up on my own terms?

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That really sucks, I'm sorry! Have a virtual hug from me. *hugs*

You have his hug.... AND MY AXE!

...A friendship axe, of course. :):P

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You have his hug.... AND MY AXE!

...A friendship axe, of course. :):P

Of course if you did ever need someone axed in a less friendly way you do know the guy who made Timeport  :ph34r: 

Lots of hugs for Twi, hope everything starts turning around for you.

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Of course if you did ever need someone axed in a less friendly way you do know the guy who made Timeport  :ph34r: 

Lots of hugs for Twi, hope everything starts turning around for you.

 

I think I'll shelve the Timeport Plan alongside other Plans like the Nuclear Option and the Obliteration Contingency. :mellow: 

 

Thanks. :) I'm going to write to the director as soon as I figure out exactly how I'm going to word it and see if it's as big a deal as I'm making it out to be. And if it is, I'll see about patching things up. 

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So we're going to start this post with my favorite television show ever.

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And then move on into some funnies.

 

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And we'll end on an adorabsy note.

 

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Ugh. I thought I'd escaped the ravages of the norovirus scot-free, but now I find myself huddled in a chair with a Kindle and a steel bowl feeling like I might lose my stomach content any minute.

This sucks. :blink:

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Ugh. I thought I'd escaped the ravages of the norovirus scot-free, but now I find myself huddled in a chair with a Kindle and a steel bowl feeling like I might lose my stomach content any minute.

This sucks. :blink:

Had it last week, I feel for you. My suggestion would be to avoid lasagne no matter how delicious it smells and tastes. I promise you you will regret partaking in it's cheesey deliciousness.

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Had it last week, I feel for you. My suggestion would be to avoid lasagne no matter how delicious it smells and tastes. I promise you you will regret partaking in it's cheesey deliciousness.

I had a very large plate of greasy roasted chicken earlier. Just typing that sentence makes me want to hurl now. :wacko:

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Ugh. I thought I'd escaped the ravages of the norovirus scot-free, but now I find myself huddled in a chair with a Kindle and a steel bowl feeling like I might lose my stomach content any minute.

This sucks. :blink:

Ooohhhhh, I feel for you. :wacko: When you start to recover, stay away from spicy things for a few days, lest you make those nearby worry that you'll literally cough up a lung. And invest in some cough drops with a flavor you happen to like. Don't get the gross ones, no matter how well your parents claim they work. You'll be eating them like candy, so get some that taste like candy.

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Ooohhhhh, I feel for you. :wacko: When you start to recover, stay away from spicy things for a few days, lest you make those nearby worry that you'll literally cough up a lung. And invest in some cough drops with a flavor you happen to like. Don't get the gross ones, no matter how well your parents claim they work. You'll be eating them like candy, so get some that taste like candy.

Especially when the medicated smell makes you feel like you're about to projectile vomit  :unsure:

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A virus in my gut recently wrote a pamphlet called "Colon Sense," inciting the people of my stomach to rise up in rebellion. They've issued a declaration of their independence, asserting that all cells are created equal, endowed by their creator with unalienable rights.

To cut a long story short, a bunch of digestive microbes dressed like Mohawk Indians and dumped the contents of my stomach into the harbor (read: the outside world.) I've sent loyalist soldiers (Vitamin C) and even Hessian mercenaries (Acidophilus supplements) to suppress the rebellious organ, but to no avail as of yet. I fully expect them to start voting on their Constitution by midnight.

I've never hated democracy as much as I hate it today. :wacko::blink:

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A virus in my gut recently wrote a pamphlet called "Colon Sense," inciting the people of my stomach to rise up in rebellion. They've issued a declaration of their independence, asserting that all cells are created equal, endowed by their creator with unalienable rights.

To cut a long story short, a bunch of digestive microbes dressed like Mohawk Indians and dumped the contents of my stomach into the harbor (read: the outside world.) I've sent loyalist soldiers (Vitamin C) and even Hessian mercenaries (Acidophilus supplements) to suppress the rebellious organ, but to no avail as of yet. I fully expect them to start voting on their Constitution by midnight.

I've never hated democracy as much as I hate it today. :wacko::blink:

Looks like there's only one thing to do.

Like my sister, you must approach the aliens in the nearest urgent care clinic and plead with them to give you their strange weaponry. Their arsenal (which they call a pharmacy) will allow you to quash the rebellion and reinstate harmonious monarchical rule.

It's the only way.

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Looks like there's only one thing to do.

Like my sister, you must approach the aliens in the nearest urgent care clinic and plead with them to give you their strange weaponry. Their arsenal (which they call a pharmacy) will allow you to quash the rebellion and reinstate harmonious monarchical rule.

It's the only way.

When I'm not feeling so bad, I'm writing an alternate history series about this.

Just so you know. :mellow::blink:

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When I'm not feeling so bad, I'm writing an alternate history series about this.

Just so you know. :mellow::blink:

Does it involve dinosaurs with head-mounted lasers? Because all good alternate histories have dinosaurs and lasers somewhere in the story :P

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Does it involve dinosaurs with head-mounted lasers? Because all good alternate histories have dinosaurs and lasers somewhere in the story :P

And Abraham Lincoln riding on a grizzly bear! There need to be more stories like this.

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I had another fight with my mom. Well, almost fight, I guess.

Long story short, she "tried really hard not to lecture me" about the thing is posted about last night. This translated into reminding me three times about how much I needed to email the director this morning. Leaving aside the fact she wanted to lecture me when she KNEW I was close to tears (seriously, I almost cried in front of her), she let it stew all day until she snapped at my sister over nothing at all. My brother explained that she was hurt because she felt like I had been mean to her this morning.

Which...maybe I was. I was curt with her. I didn't let her preview my final draft of the email I sent. And when she reminded me the third time, I sort of lost it in front of my brother. I WAS making a big deal about what she said, which wasn't all that offensive. So I apologized.

And got a truckload of guilt for my trouble. She told me how she'd been "trying really hard not to lecture me" and how she felt like everything she did I took the wrong way, and how she feels like she can't do anything around me without me getting mad at her.

I'm just....I'm done. I know I should feel something over this, guilt or sorrow or like I should try harder to repair our relationship, but I don't. I just feel like moving out and holing up in my room until then. I know I should feel sorry for making another human being feel lousy, but all I feel is like she finally knows how I've felt, on and off, for the last ten years. I know I should feel glad that my apology got a thank you, but I just feel like I let her win and I still didn't give her everything she wanted.

I just want to stop feeling this way. I want to go back to the days when I was a kid and thought she was the smartest nicest person ever, but I can't.

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For no discernible reason I am posting this now.

 

The title text:

 

"[Halfway to the Sun ...] Heyyyy ... what if this BALLOON is full of acorns?!"

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A virus in my gut recently wrote a pamphlet called "Colon Sense," inciting the people of my stomach to rise up in rebellion. They've issued a declaration of their independence, asserting that all cells are created equal, endowed by their creator with unalienable rights.

To cut a long story short, a bunch of digestive microbes dressed like Mohawk Indians and dumped the contents of my stomach into the harbor (read: the outside world.) I've sent loyalist soldiers (Vitamin C) and even Hessian mercenaries (Acidophilus supplements) to suppress the rebellious organ, but to no avail as of yet. I fully expect them to start voting on their Constitution by midnight.

I've never hated democracy as much as I hate it today. :wacko::blink:

Tell the people of Kobstompia this, if they don't behave and make sure the enviorment (Kobold King) doesn't take damage we will switch from e-hugs to having them enslaved by Lucentia. Don't ask me how she got in your digestive system but if she can't leave from there the world has become a better palce.

 

I had another fight with my mom. Well, almost fight, I guess.

Long story short, she "tried really hard not to lecture me" about the thing is posted about last night. This translated into reminding me three times about how much I needed to email the director this morning. Leaving aside the fact she wanted to lecture me when she KNEW I was close to tears (seriously, I almost cried in front of her), she let it stew all day until she snapped at my sister over nothing at all. My brother explained that she was hurt because she felt like I had been mean to her this morning.

Which...maybe I was. I was curt with her. I didn't let her preview my final draft of the email I sent. And when she reminded me the third time, I sort of lost it in front of my brother. I WAS making a big deal about what she said, which wasn't all that offensive. So I apologized.

And got a truckload of guilt for my trouble. She told me how she'd been "trying really hard not to lecture me" and how she felt like everything she did I took the wrong way, and how she feels like she can't do anything around me without me getting mad at her.

I'm just....I'm done. I know I should feel something over this, guilt or sorrow or like I should try harder to repair our relationship, but I don't. I just feel like moving out and holing up in my room until then. I know I should feel sorry for making another human being feel lousy, but all I feel is like she finally knows how I've felt, on and off, for the last ten years. I know I should feel glad that my apology got a thank you, but I just feel like I let her win and I still didn't give her everything she wanted.

I just want to stop feeling this way. I want to go back to the days when I was a kid and thought she was the smartest nicest person ever, but I can't.

That's horrible. Here they want to tell you that you're awesome.

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Tell the people of Kobstompia this, if they don't behave and make sure the enviorment (Kobold King) doesn't take damage we will switch from e-hugs to having them enslaved by Lucentia. Don't ask me how she got in your digestive system but if she can't leave from there the world has become a better palce.

 

It's the thought that counts, but the thought of Jägers living in my gut doesn't do much to help my queasiness. :wacko:

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Less of a rant and more of a "WHYYYYYYeee." Small problems that bother me and probably nobody else.

 

It has been almost six months, and not a word has been uttered regarding the Doctor Who season 8 soundtrack. I know it's a small thing, but OOOOOH MYYYYYY, how this is getting on my nerves. I don't normally buy soundtracks, but I NEED this one.

 

...

 

In other news, the Alcatraz books are being re-released, which is fine, actually, the covers/formatting/whatever weren't the best before. I would be fine, except I already have the first four, signed no less. Again, all would be fine, I can handle different covers, but the new ones are almost certain to be a different size than the other four, and my eye's going to be twitching every time I look at my shelf. 

 

Apologies if that was incoherent, I'm tired. *wanders off in search of caffeine*

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