Matching set of marching clocks

Life bites.

2015-03-19T01:34:47Z

I want to talk to someone about what's going on in my life, but it's so hard to just pick up the phone, dial a number, and say, "So, my dad fell and broke his hip. A week ago my 93-year-old grandmother did the same thing. She was recovering, but now she has been readmitted to the hospital where she is suffering a-fib and recovering from a blood clot to the lungs; she's likely to die soon, and all I can worry about is how my father who has been striving to recover from hip surgery like her will handle the news of her passing. I'm deathly afraid he's just going to give up on life."

How do you even say something like that to someone?

How can people juggle jobs, care for loved ones--both injured and worried--, keep self-destructing siblings from having meltdowns, care for three very sad dogs, and cope with dying family members all while maintaining a home for a family to return to when everything is over?

It's so hard.

I hate being an adult, and I'm so, so lonely right now.

I just want to talk to someone close to me, but few people I know are mature enough to understand anything I have to say about all of this. I've only spoken with one person due to this very fact, and I love her with all my heart for listening to me. You know who you are should you read this. Thank you.

Whoa, LJ has certainly changed!

2015-02-27T06:24:29Z

I just hopped onto this account to look for something, but man--Livejournal has sure changed!

That observation worthy of Captain Obvious aside, I've been really enjoying Fafner Exodus, Aldnoah Zero, and Sailor Moon Crystal so far.

The animation is certainly much smoother in this series of Fafner, and it's just as intense as storyline that was built toward the end of the first series. As the ending theme begins to play over the last bit of content for the episode, I always find myself wishing I could just marathon the series. There are so many foreboding phrases and visual hints, not to mention Soushi's doom-and-gloom, after-the-fact reflections. I just want to know what happens!

Aldnoah Zero--I feel like this has been overhyped on my Tumblr. It's okay, but it's definitely not holding my interest as well as it probably should. I just can't identify with any of the characters because they are boring to me.

Sailor Moon Crystal is cute. It's my shoujo series for a while. It's considerably more like the manga than the original anime, and I'm okay with that. I like the pacing of the series, and I love the fact that the transformation sequences don't last forever.

Anyway, I've been down with the flu for a week. I've been avoiding grading essays and reading Animal Farm (I hate that book, but I have to teach it) by reflecting on things I used to like doing with my life: reading for enjoyment and writing out of a pure, unadulterated passion for the creative process.

Thinking along those lines, I decided to take a look at the story I have been writing since I was in middle school and picked up once while I was a freshman in college. While my writing style has changed a bit over the course of nearly eight (goodness, it's been a while) years, it is not a considerably noticeable difference from my original style. This is a good thing.

I want to continue that story. I want to develop the lives of those characters. I had created nations, cultures, customs, holidays, worldwide beliefs, history, and characters--all rich with detail and purpose. I have the inner workings of a flourishing world in my mind and several chapters already written and awaiting review; I just need to put my fingers to the keyboard and let my thoughts splash across the screen.

A confidant is needed in my life--well, a confidant and time. I am still working on securing that second concept, and my week-long illness has definitely cramped my plans when it comes to having "me" time.

Now, I do believe I am beginning to ramble, so I think I will leave things here.

Fanart

2013-06-11T06:47:24Z

More power to those who can draw fanart and actually get it to look like the character while using their own style of art. Seriously. Everything I draw looks so different from the original that I often wonder if anyone can honestly tell who the character is that I have drawn. Sometimes I think people are just being super nice when they compliment my art; I think it looks bad, more often than not.

I've been working on a picture of Sherlock for a few days and pretty much decided to scrap it today. I had started it from scratch, not even using any sketchy line art as a guide. I was proud of it until I started the face.

Now I am redoing that piece with a sketch as a guide. The sketch is still not perfect, but I believe it is better.

I think I should avoid posting things on Facebook for a while, if only because I get compliments I don't think I deserve. I am by no means a professional artist. It's just a hobby, and while I enjoy drawing, there are so many other people out there instead of me who should receive recognition for their awesome talent. :/

Not complaining, really. These are really just my thoughts on this matter. I really am liking this sketch, though. Sherlock is extremely hard to draw. It's a challenge to step outside of my comfort zone like this. :)

Long Time No Type

2013-05-19T19:47:52Z

Hey there, Livejournal. Long time no type.

Not much has been happening in my life, aside from work, work, work.

I won't be at SMS after this week due to redistricting, but I have a job for next year with a friend whom I adore. That's more than I would ever hope to ask for.

I'm slowly replacing appliances around the house. I won't be working over the summer, so mayhaps I can actually get something done.

A crush a long time past is resurfacing, and that's awful. Nothing good will come of it; only jealousy will arise, and that's something I do not need in my life. I have enough stress as it is without inflicting it upon myself.

My dogs are still crazy. Tiger's sick, though, and I don't know how to make her feel any better. As much as I love her, I cannot afford a vet visit. She was sick like this about three weeks ago, though, and her health improved then, so I'm hoping that the case will be much the same this time.

Laura's visit was pleasant. She was surprisingly mellow. It must be the bipolar meds. I've never seen her act that calm. It's a nice change. I hope she makes it through the rest of rehab without too much issue. She sought me out and gave me a huge before she left; I didn't expect that.

Finals are this week. I'm trying to work up the urge to create reviews and games for my classes to study before then. I feel particularly lazy today. I'll get it done, but damn, procrastination has chosen a bad time to strike me.

This summer, I want to write a book, even if no one will ever read it. I'm out of practice when it comes to writing, imagining, dreaming. I want to do something that does not involve strict deadlines and requirements of success.

I also want to lose weight and cosplay again.

That is all.

wolfram003 @ 2012-08-27T17:38:00

2012-08-27T22:38:05Z

I don't know if I should be a teacher. I don't know what else I could do, though. I'm not qualified for anything.

TLDR;

2012-07-03T14:37:59Z

This is one of those days where I question, yet again, why I am alive.

Mom woke me up at 8:30 AM to tell me of Social Security's latest douche move. It was a very BIG douche move. I let her rant, and then I proceeded to tell her my thoughts.

I made her cry.

I always make her cry.

I honestly cannot even recall the last legitimate conversation I have had with her in which I did NOT make her cry.

I cannot make her happy. I cannot make myself happy.

We had been counting on Social Security to not screw us over, so of course, that's what they did, although every time we talk to our representative in the administration, we are told something different. I think they just cannot (or will not) read the information presented to them.

Regardless, with this news, I don't know what we're going to do. Probably lose our house. Even with my upcoming job, there's no fucking way I can rack up enough money for the taxes we have to pay THIS YEAR for two or three previous years. Mom works at Wal-mart on the weekends; I will be a school teacher in Oklahoma. It's just not happening, so we'll probably lose our house.

It doesn't surprise me at this point. If something is going to go wrong, particularly when things are finally looking up, it is going to go wrong and crash and fucking burn.

Still can't get a summer job despite my efforts.

Mom's alternator is dying in her car.

My dogs are... themselves. If you've met them, you understand that.

My stress levels are well through the roof. They are beyond the atmosphere, beyond Mars, and possibly beyond that former planet known as Pluto. They may even extend further than that.

I told Mom today that I don't want to be alive. I was blunt. I wasn't crying. I wasn't joking.

She told me not to say that again.

I said, "If that's what you want."

I don't live for myself. Everything I do is for my family, which really isn't a family these days. Aaron's off, mooning over the girl he adores who uses him. Laura's still in jail. Dad's--well, some days are better than others, but I honestly cannot deal with his mercurial mood swings even on the best of days; I can only be cussed out in gibberish for so long before I won't take it anymore. Mom's a shadow of herself; this situation is really hard on her, and I understand that--oh, how I understand that--, but she doesn't stand up for herself anymore. She just... She's submissive, and that is really weird to me. She's the reason I can confront people; everything I do I model from her past actions.

I'm just tired.

I seriously just want to curl up and go to sleep and never awaken again.

The stress is killing me. Literally.

My hair's falling out, I haven't been able to keep food down for a few days, I have a constant pressure headache, and my blood pressure--oh, my blood pressure--

Well, let's put it this way: when I barely stick my finger to take my blood sugar, said finger bleeds and bleeds and bleeds and bleeds for nearly an hour. The reason a diabetic is supposed to stab his or her finger is because it is supposed to stop quickly.

I've also been having nosebleeds, which concern me, but they don't concern my lovely Indian health physician. I honestly just don't think she cares.

I can't go anywhere. I can't do anything. I have no friends who live nearby, really, 'cept Melinda, but I am sure she is tired of my presence in her house; I think it's pretty clear I'm helping out with TNT stuff just because I don't want to be home any longer.

And that's the truth. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in a house where my parents are not my parents. I don't want to be in a house that's falling apart because I cannot do anything to fix it or simply do not have the resources to do so.

Wah wah.

What a downer I am.

wolfram003 @ 2012-05-06T13:38:00

2012-05-06T18:38:11Z

I am sick of this.

I am sick of being bound to this goddamn, failing house.

I am sick of my family being constantly screwed over.

I am sick of having no luck finding a job.

I'm sick of not feeling loved.

I'm sick of life.

Most importantly, I'm sick of taking care of my father. That sounds horrible, I know, but all he does is yell at me when I try to help him. He's literally covered nearly head to toe in shit right now, but when I try to help clean him, the bed, the floor, and everything in that vicinity, he fucking SCREAMS at me. I don't know what to do. I've never had this happen. I've had him yell at me like this before, but I don't understand why he's yelling at me. Trying to clean all that has literally made me physically sick like seven times already.

I'm tired of my life consisting of school and this. I have no life. I have no free time. I have no time to sleep.

I am twenty-three-years-old, don't really even have enough money to get by to my name, and am stuck in a godforsaken house taking care of two people who show me little to no gratitude while all of my friends (whom I have all but lost contact with, but I'll rant about that later) go out, have fun, spend time with each other, laugh, love, and generally find some way to enjoy life.

I'm stuck in a high school or my house every day. Every day. I am lucky if I can make a fucking trip to Wal-mart, of all places.

My parents are doing to me what my grandmother did to them. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

And no one understands. No one I know can fucking POSSIBLY understand this situation.

I haven't managed to talk with my goddamn father since December, and he's right there in front of me. I had a fucking breakdown in front of my clinical faculty for my internship and the assistant principal of our school because the assistant principal sounds JUST LIKE my father.

I don't even. a;ewl jfoiewfrajua;qoreihgagr;hgra;oih

I quit.

wolfram003 @ 2012-04-02T16:19:00

2012-04-02T21:19:45Z

There's no fucking way I'm going to have anyone at my graduation ceremony. It's apparently the one for NSU BA, but that includes all colleges. That means my dad won't be able to attend because he no longer has the attention span to leave the house for that long, and Mom won't be able to go because she'll have to watch Dad. I have no one else. I fucking hate NSU right now.

I hate everything about this stupid college.

wolfram003 @ 2012-02-26T17:02:00

2012-02-26T23:03:00Z

Today's a bad day. I'm sick. Feisty died.

When I let the puppies in from outside, Gremlin ran to get my attention, brought me to Feisty, settled down beside her, and proceeded to cry. I think that made this whole thing hit home more than anything else.

Rest in peace, my crazy, loving, loyal friend. I hope you are shielded from any further hurt wherever you have gone.

wolfram003 @ 2012-02-06T09:20:00

2012-02-06T15:20:56Z

Well, my van's inoperable for a while. A severe wreck was certainly a wonderful way to start the day.

wolfram003 @ 2011-12-21T02:58:00

2011-12-21T08:58:17Z

I honestly think the stress from this week is going to kill me. It's just one fucking thing after another.

Tremors

2011-11-05T16:53:16Z

Around 2:15 AM, I awoke to my entire room shaking. My bed was trembling, and my various swords and electronics were moving across the surfaces on which they were stationed. A few books and DVDs even fell off of my shelves.

I live on the second floor above the garage in my house, so naturally, the first thought that came to my sleep-addled, paranoid mind was this: "I really hope my room isn't shaking because the support beams are collapsing." I did not really sleep after that incident, but I was too tired to go check on the matter (that, and I did not want to alert my five pit bulls and one border collie to my activities). Thankfully, the support beams were still intact this morning, and I did not imagine the entire thing.

For the first time in my life, I felt an earthquake. Apparently, it registered as a 4.7 on the Richter scale. The epicenter was about eighty miles from where I live, possibly a bit less as the crow flies.

Give me tornadoes, floods, ice storms, or wildfires, and I am not phased at all by their occurrence. That earthquake was unnerving. We just don't have stuff like that happen around here; it's only recently become a minor concern in Oklahoma. I don't know if it was just because it startled me awake or what, but I don't think I want to experience another earthquake any time soon. Here's to hoping my preference will be noted so that I can get a bit of sleep this evening, as opposed to last night.

Also, on a completely unrelated note, my "Batgirls - Inked" picture on deviantART seems to be getting a ton of favorites recently. That makes me really happy. I worked on that piece for a really, really long time.

wolfram003 @ 2011-06-21T19:56:00

2011-06-22T00:56:09Z

I feel so awkward talking to anyone nowadays. My social skills are nonexistent, it seems.

Also, I am never going to trust an acquaintance ('cept Joey or Scott; they're the exceptions) who claims they can fix my laptop ever again. It has been two and a half weeks, and I still don't have it back. They made it sound like it would be a one or two day repair, and now I can't even get in touch with them. I know they have lives, but so do I. Even if it's not fixed, I need my laptop back so that I can do Tokyo in Tulsa shit--both for the con and for me while I am working at the con. Having art done is the only way for me to make any money this summer since no one will fucking hire me. Right now, though, I just feel like I've been scammed. I really hope that is not the case.

Things like this are not good for the trust issues I already have.

Seriously. SO. MUCH. RAGE.

And frustration.

But mainly RAGE.

Well, that's it. No one reads this anyway, so it's not like it really matters if I type more. I've fallen out of touch with so many people that I barely know or talk to anyone on LJ now. Huh.

::EDIT::

Oh, and look! Family drama. Again. This really doesn't surprise me, considering my sister is here and likes to start crap.

Writer's Block: Leaping from the page

2011-06-17T17:53:31Z

I would love to see Nightwing or Booster Gold on the silver screen. As for who should be cast as them, I am too unfamiliar with actors to even suggest one.

Doujinshi Sale

2011-05-29T19:56:19Z

I'm selling doujinshi over at my sales journal, here.

Fandoms are as follows: Prince of Tennis, D.Gray-man, Tales of the Abyss, and Gundam Wing.

I also have additional doujinshi for sale, but I need to sift through them before adding their titles.

Current sale: 3 doujinshi for $20 (plus shipping).

Seriously.

2011-04-28T17:36:40Z

What's the point? Why am I even trying?

The whole job thing's probably not going to work out even if I want it to. My dad clearly doesn't approve of my attempt to get said job, too. Mom just smiles and nods when I talk about trying to get that job, but that really doesn't mean much anymore. She rarely actually pays attention to what I say these days. I just feel like a freeloader when I'm at home. I want to help out. I want to do something that will make a difference in our lives. I want things to get better. They won't admit things are as bad as they are (and they're not, at least in comparison to last year), but I've seen my mom cry when no one's around, and all dad ever does is sleep because he's depressed. Laura's just a nutcase, and now we have eight puppies to feed on top of three large dogs and four household residents.

I put in over fifty job apps last summer, and I didn't receive a single callback. This is the first job offer I've ever had. It's the first time anyone's ever come up to me and asked, "Have you ever considered getting a job here? I need an assistant. You should submit a resume." I just want to help. Is that so bad?

The "get straight As" thing is not going to work out, either, but not because of biology class; it's not going to work out because of my writing class. My writing class. I don't understand why I keep getting such horrible grades on my papers. All I can think of is that it's the assistant grading them, rather than the teacher who seemingly loves my writing style. I just--I'm so upset about this because I have scholarships that fucking depend on straight As. They aren't worth much, but I do like receiving them. Every little bit of funding helps.

I feel sick because of my antibiotics--or maybe because of the three other new medicines they put me on when I went to the doctor earlier this week.

God, I don't even care. I'm just so tired all the time. I'm not happy unless I see Sarah or Lisa because they're really the only ones I ever see anymore, and they don't even live around here. I want to visit people, but I don't have the gas money. Hell, I'll probably shut my new cell phone off near the end of May just because I really can't afford it if I don't get a job soon.

Seriously, why do I even bother with life? I really just wonder what it would be like if I didn't exist at times. Would my parents be happier? Would my siblings and friends be happier? There would be more food to go around, one less person to take care of. My parents could have what little money I have and make it through a few more bills. Without me, there probably wouldn't be that horrible, awful cloud of bad luck hovering over our house all the time, and maybe someone would fucking buy it. Everything would be solved for at least a little while if that happened. Agh. I hate this.

wolfram003 @ 2011-03-07T14:47:00

2011-03-07T20:47:51Z

Star Driver seems to be a really random anime thus far, although I'm, admittedly, still watching the first episode. I'll be giving it a decent chance before I completely judge it, though, so I may post updates over the next week or so. ♥

Meh.

2011-02-09T09:41:07Z

My shunt disagrees with Oklahoma's recent weather. Each time a front moves in and brings along the ever-dreaded concoction called snow, I can feel the building pressure in my head, and the busted blood vessels in my eyes and the erratic throb of my heartbeat in my ears are testaments to it. Not to mention that I've had pressure headaches like woah recently. Dislike.

All of this constant pressure-relief crap going on with my head has been making me sleep more than I should. It has also caused me to put off all of my homework because I cannot stand to read for long periods of time, even with my reading glasses. My eyes just ache, and if I concentrate too hard on anything in my field of vision, blood vessels pop. I mean, I can clear that shit up with eye drops, but that effing stings. Also, even if I suffered the constant abuse of fixing my horribly bloody-looking eyes, I don't think it's good for me to be constantly using eye drops. I'm fairly certain there are warnings against that. D:

Aside from that, the pressure in my head is causing my neck muscles to retaliate around the shunt tube, tensing and knotting up until I literally cannot bend my neck. Mom had to give me a forty-five minute neck rub the other day just so that I could move my head. That is some massive BS. I hate winter, and I hate this shunt, even though it's technically the thing that is keeping me alive.

Regardless, that shunt causes me all sorts of problems, and oh god, when my muscles lock up around the tube, I can feel it slide against them under my skin. I can handle the sensation of nails on a chalkboard with no problem, but this sensation is something else entirely. It's like...

Well, imagine that someone has a long, thin plastic tube. Now imagine that said plastic tube has been inserted into your skull, just under your scalp; it leaves a large lump on your head, too. Imagine that it runs underneath your scalp, just a few mere inches back behind your temple, winding its way down back behind your ear where it slinks just under the skin of your neck, and think about how it is forced down and wound through your ribcage, and then inserted into your stomach.

Now, imagine that if you tilt your head to the left, you feel the tubing under the skin of your neck tighten before releasing enough that you can, in fact, complete that action. The tubing shifts upwards, feeling like a small, thin snake slithering and propelling itself upwards between your skin and muscles.

If you tilt your head to the right, imagine feeling blinding pain as the tubing fails to slide downward, subsequently causing it to bow against the skin and muscles that hold it in place.

Imagine what it would feel like to look down or up now that you know what it feels like to look from side to side, and think of every other movement you make that causes that tubing to shift: standing up straight, slouching, reaching up, reaching down, bending down, resting your head on a pillow.

I feel this every day, regardless of how careful my movements are. It's why I don't sleep well. It's why when I'm alone, I find myself shaking with pain at times, not only due to the blinding headaches that come and go with the weather but also because of the tear-jerking agony that comes with almost any physical movement.

I realize this sounds super melodramatic, but I'm not exaggerating. I pride myself on my tolerance for pain; it is very high. I can put up a front all I want, but when I am alone, I can shake and shiver, bite my lip, and cry while holding a position to get that damned tubing to loosen or contract.

I've only recently told my mom that this is what I feel, and she looked so distraught that I almost wish I hadn't--but I felt the need to explain why my moods are being so jumpy. It's hard to be pleasant when you want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and just bite the dust at times due to physical pain, not to mention emotional aggravation, as well.

Speaking of which, if my blood pressure spikes for any reason, especially due to frustration, my shunt is affected. If anemia strikes me particularly hard, my shunt is affected. If my blood sugar acts up by going too high or too low, my shunt is affected.

All in all, even though I know it's keeping me alive, I often just feel so miserable that I just don't want to be. Half of the dramatic "Why am I still alive" posts I make are because of this. Honestly, I don't mean to worry anyone with those; I just need a place to vent sometimes because I know that everything I've typed here makes people uncomfortable. I won't lie; it's something that made me uncomfortable at first, too, but I've progressed to the point where I can simply say, "Hey, yeah. My shunt keeps me alive. My brain tried to commit suicide, so that's why I have it." It's not a big deal to me anymore if anyone asks, but it is a big deal if I feel like I'm forcing the topic upon unwilling audiences.

That's one of the reasons I warned this cut probably wasn't for the squeamish. :| Sorry. I think I'm done ranting about this matter now, so on to other subjects!

I want to go back to school. I am tired of being stranded here at home because of the ice-laden streets around my neighborhood. I want to attend classes. I want to have motivation to complete my homework. I've been ignoring it because I haven't felt well for a while, but I've also been ignoring it because, well, when I can't attend class, I can't physically turn in my assignments, which is the preferred method of all of my instructors. Lame. I want the snow to go away, but we're supposed to be receiving another eight inches today. :/

My car needs a $500+ repair. I don't know what to do about this.

I want to start working on cosplay, but I think my van comes first in priority now, although I have to wait for OTAG to apply to my financial aid before I can do anything repair-wise for my beloved automobile.

I need to write four papers by Friday. I need to do a biology lab, write up a report for the aforementioned lab, take a two-hour test, and take a one-hour quiz by Sunday. Then, next week consists of washing, rinsing, and repeating that lovely schedule, attending Bollywood club, attending the SAFE (formerly YAG) meeting, and possibly finally moving to Haskell Hall. :| Jeez.

Also, I made a deviantART account earlier this week. I've only uploaded my current favorites from my stock of art, but I have several pictures in the works. Dissidia seems to be my new fandom of choice for the art realm; Onion Knight is a particular favorite, it seems. I think it's because I enjoy drawing his hair. >_>

At any rate, if anyone is interested in seeing my doodles, you can look through them here.

wolfram003 @ 2011-01-27T20:30:00

2011-01-28T02:30:51Z

Why am I alive?

wolfram003 @ 2011-01-07T21:25:00

2011-01-08T03:25:49Z

"Destiny's burden weighs heavily on Cloud's giant sword."

:|

That is all.

Christmas Art

2010-12-22T08:20:22Z

Christmas present art stuffs, you will be the death of me. This lovely icon of Allen Walker aptly expresses my opinion of coloring and drawing any longer. This monstrosity (which is actually not a Christmas present as much as it is a birthday present) is taking forever to finish. I have the sketch done, but now I have to clean up (read: redraw) the line art and then color the finished sketch. Then I have to add a background. All of this needs to be done by Thursday so that I can go get all of the presents printed and prepared for Christmas day. Jeez. :|

If any kind soul on my f-list (aside from those who know they are receiving a present from me) wants to give me opinions on these art gifts, I would appreciate it. Just give me your e-mail so that I can keep my works super secret and whatnot, as all of them belong to people on my LJ f-list. ♥

Soukyuu no Fafner/Fafner in the Azure

2010-12-15T10:17:49Z

I cried a ridiculous amount of times while marathoning Fafner (Soukyuu no Fafner/Fafner in the Azure) over the past few days. Other than that, I have a few things to say: 1) I personally think that series is a masterpiece, especially given its fairly short length (26 episodes that draw you in and go by so quickly that it seems if you blink once, the episode is over), 2) the overtones of a boy/boy relation is just about as blatant as I've ever seen it in any series without said series being a stereotypical yaoi, and 3) the movie that's slated to come out this month in Japan had best be effing EPIC. I will be very upset if it is not. I never cry over anime series, but something about this show just gets me every single time.

Every. Single. Time.

I highly recommend it if you like any of the following things: a great dub, amazing original vocals, awesome-tastic theme music (I love angela's style of music), a great score, great art (once you get over the fact that it resembles that of Gundam SEED), mecha, action, plot, character development, plot, heart-wrenching or heartwarming scenes, plot, explosions, fairly deep messages, and oh, did I mention that it has a plot?

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Also, it is one of the few anime series I have ever watched that is not afraid to kill off characters. That is one of the few things that really irks me about a lot of the mecha series I try to watch; everyone miraculously survives horrible ordeals that should take out a normal human.

One more comment I have to make in this section is that the series ends so beautifully that it very well could have stood alone as a single work, but it has enough loose ends that a movie could easily be fit into the overall plot without disregarding several events. I appreciate the end of the TV series because unlike most anime that lead up to a movie, this one is actually very subtle about it. Until this year, I had never even considered that it would have a movie sequel because the ending was THAT GOOD, but after learning about it, I am not upset that it is happening. In fact, I am really looking forward to watching it, especially after seeing various trailers. It takes a great series to bring about that sort of reaction from me.

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This is seriously one of the few series for which I own individual DVDs and soundtracks; I actually purchased them as they were released, for the most part.

At any rate, the point of this post is this:

If you have any spare time at all and like spiffy mecha series, check out Fafner. I am highly critical of anime series, and I was not disappointed--at all. It lived up to my ridiculous expectations.

Go watch it. ♥

Winter Sale! Please look! :( <3

2010-12-11T08:04:05Z

I'm selling stuff over at wolfram003sales. My doujinshi collection is up for grabs, and my beloved (and official) Rikkai 2nd Service Tenimyu photosets are also up for sale. The doujinshi is mainly Prince of Tennis (Oshitari/Atobe) and D.Gray-man (Lavi/Allen), but there are two Tales of the Abyss doujinshi, as well as a Gundam Wing one.

If you can afford to buy anything, please do. My goal is to be able to pay for my van's tags since I have to renew them this month. :<

I will be adding video games and various anime merchandise during this next week.

wolfram003 @ 2010-12-09T09:16:00

2010-12-09T15:16:04Z

I'm using this icon simply because it makes me laugh. Poor Patrick.

Anyway, Christmas is approaching quicker than I want it to, and despite my efforts, I find that I am still lacking presents for people. That being said, this post is mainly a list so that I don't forget to buy/make someone something; it has no details, so it's safe to read. :)

Sarah: [in-the-works; faol+gmk]
Joey: [obtained; ts]
Andrea: [obtained; ts+ps]
David: [obtained; mtc]
Alicia: [in-the-works; gwt+fao-?]
Lisa: [need to make; dpp+lliwpfi?]
Cassandra: [need to make; fa?]
Scott: [need to make]
Mom: [obtained; pa+b+tsc]
Dad: [obtained; nc]
Laura: [tsc+c]
Aaron: [obtained; h]
Feisty: [BONES]
Tiger: [BONES]
Rorschach: [BONES; toy]

I feel like I have forgotten someone on that list.

Also, it's weird having a completely free day. I barely need to study for tomorrow's final, I've already finished volunteering for this semester, and I have no obligations other than packing what I want to pack and browsing certain stores for Christmas. Weird.

YAG's Drag Show and Other Stuff

2010-11-18T03:53:19Z

It's been a short while since I last updated. Since then, I have successfully helped to put on a drag show here at NSU.

We apparently impressed both Laura Boren, the Dean of Student Affairs, with the show we put on. We also impressed President Betz. They want to give us more funding, from what I understand; I will be verifying this tomorrow. Tammie, YAG's advisor, was incredibly happy and gave me a bear hug when I told her the total amount of money that was in the lock-box two hours into the show.

We spent RHA's donation of $150 on supplies. We also spent our Living Learning Community fund, $250, as ordered by Tammie. The LLC fund spending will be reimbursed to our lock-box now.

Before the start of the show, we had $150 in the lock-box.

The total after the show was $1241.56.

Roughly $625 of that will be donated to pay for the visit of six panels of the AIDs quilt to NSU's three campuses. The LLC fund ($250) and the original funds within the lock-box ($150) will remain within the lock-box. Thus, we have actually made a nice profit this year: $216.56.

Did I mention our organization had maybe ten people show up to run this huge event?

Did I mention that Cody, the president of YAG, and I were the only two who organized the entire event?

I am very glad it's over, and I am even happier that things went well. Compliments came from all around--students, teachers, visitors. We had no protesters show up this year.

The only major flub-ups were:

1) The drag queens (and king!) showed up nearly an hour late, despite our telling them that the drag show started an hour earlier than it actually did.

2) The spotlight failed. The bulb burnt out. The replacement spotlight had no bulb. There were no extras. We worked with what we had to work with: lights that dimmed.

The decorations went over well. Out of the 580 strands of mardi gras beads that I ordered, only ten strands made it back to my room, and that was because they were on the ticket table. People obviously were not aware that they could take them. All of the coins were gone. The gems disappeared, except for the small handful that I squirreled away.

I'm okay with this, though; it was less for me to haul back to my dorm.

All in all, it went well. I have a meeting with Tammie tomorrow, so I should be able to verify our current funding. YAG is going to have an ice cream and pizza party just for the hell of it.

Yes.

Izumicon 2010 will be my last Izumicon. It was fun, but that was only because of the people I went and stayed with. The Kuroshitsuji group was amazing. Everyone looked wonderfully beautiful, and I was admittedly jealous of how well everyone cosplays. It was amusing to see Joey dressed as Agni. :3 I enjoyed spending time with Sarah, Joey, and David--a lot. I felt like I hadn't seen them in forever. Of course, I also enjoyed spending time with Alicia, too. :) ♥ I didn't cosplay, but now I am inspired to as soon as I obtain funding. I have an entire list of characters I am aiming to cosplay in the near future.

This semester is nearing its close. I have three major projects left: a paper in American Lit II, a Web 2.0 Tools assignment for Tech in Ed, and a SMART board assignment in Tech in Ed. Other than that, classes will be pretty easy until finals, and even then, they will simply feature tests similar to ones taken earlier in the semester.

I am also attempting to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I have around 12,000 words so far, but I haven't been able to write anything since November 1st, really. With the combination of the drag show, Izumicon, and general classwork, writing for leisure is a luxury. I am confident I will be up to 20,000-25,000 words by the end of this weekend, and I will most definitely have over 50,000 by the end of next week--Thanksgiving break.

I say this, but something will happen to stop me from reaching that goal. XD Here's to hoping I succeed.

I hope everyone who still reads this is doing well. :) ♥