lykomancer: (Zuko Drama and WTFry)
The move went well. We're still unpacking and shuffling things, and there are still a few boxes in storage (books, primarily), but overall, the hardest stuff's mostly done.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about.

I'm here to talk about Sherlock.

As a break from moving heavy shit, we went and saw the new Star Trek movie, which is full of beautiful, beautiful men. Pine, Quinto, and...well, hello, who's that? Yeah, that one there, the one with that sexy, make-me-quiver baritone and those pretty clear blue-gray eyes playing the villain? I LOVE ME SOME PSYCHOPATHIC VILLAINS. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE PRETTY. His mouth moves kinda oddly when he talks, sure, but who cares? I could listen to him all freakin' day.

That night, I was perusing the internet, as I tend to do, and suddenly noticed that a Fandom Secret post with that pretty man-- Benedict Cumberbatch, playing the titular Sherlock Holmes.

OH. Well. In that case, it's really awesome that we have our tv set up in the living room and Netflix available on it.

So we've been watching Sherlock.

Right now I'm in that irritating phase of media consumption. I've seen enough to been squirrelly about the series and characters and want to hunt fanfic and fanart...but I haven't seen the whole series and I am trying to stay relatively unspoiled, which means no peeping online at ANYTHING.

ARGH.

lkdsfalkdsafjlsdkfjaslkfjsldakfjsadlfkjasdlkfjGODDAMMIT. I want to just sit down and mainline the next episodes, but I'm BEING NICE AND WAITING FOR JINYA. WTF; I ALWAYS END UP CRUSHING ON HOLMES IN JUST ABOUT ANY REBOOT/INCARNATION-- GOD WHY IS THERE SOMETHING SO HOT ABOUT A AUTISTIC CELIBATE GENIUS!?-- AND I KIND OF HATE BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH FOR BEING SO GODDAMN PRETTY AND SUCH A GOOD ACTOR. FUCKITY FUCK.

I'LL BE IN MY BUNK.
lykomancer: (Mischievous)
Alright! I have:
- 10$ worth of Milky Ways, Kit Kats, Mounds, Reese's Peanut Buttercups, Butterfingers, Crunch bars, and mini bags of Peanut M&Ms to distribute,
- 3/4 of a liter bottle of 80 proof Skyy Vodka,
- the peace pipe (which has been cleaned) and lighters,
- unopened 12 pack of condoms,
- my kitty tail and ears, plus cute kitty shirt,
- make-up,
- my army jacket,
- orange fuzzy hat,
- the gayest collection of music ever burnt to cd.

>.>
Do I need anything else?
Still wish I could find my collar...
...but no, I think I'm good to go!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
lykomancer: (Squee!)
I haven't mentioned how much I love my ferret.

I fucking love my ferret.

I call him "God". I call him "Kimbley", "Kimbers", "Kimmy", "Kimkim". I call him "Hey, you pain in the ass!" and "You little bastard!"
It all works out. He knows when he's being spoken to. I know he knows, 'cause he dances up to me and bites my toes. >.< Little bastard.
(He also seems to understand the phrase, "Kimmy! Get the cat!" 'cause he acts on it, every time! *laughs*)

He's so damned wonderful and squishy and cute! Squee! Such a handsome boy, especially since I've been giving him a few drops of that oil that Marybeth suggested I get; his coat has gotten really thick and glossy and soft. I think he's actually grown a bit since I got him, too.
He's figured out how to get up on the bed-- no problems there!-- and sometimes crawls up under the sheets and runs around, causing a moving bump under the cotton like a cartoon mole. He rules most of my room, and worse! he knows it. There are few places left sacred.
And he's a Destruct-O-Matic. He gnaws on everything. My sneakers, slippers, backpack, books, stuffed animals, socks, toes, screwdrivers (O_o Yep!)... the list goes on.
He terrorizes the hell out of the cats when I close them in my room for his amusement; he really likes Inu a lot since she plays back, but I've only heard him make the happy burbling noise while Weasel Wardancing toward a horrified Akuma. ^_^ Hee!
He's been with me for what? Almost two weeks now? And he still smells like chocolate to me, like a weird warm, musky organic chocolate coffee drink or something. It's so tasty! Sometimes I pick him up and just sniff him, and he ususally twists around and gives me kisses, either by butting his wet little eraser nose against my cheek or by licking my lips. Awwww... ferret-kisses! I luff it when he kisses me so very very much!
He has not yet bitten me hard enough to make me unhappy, plays nicely, and hasn't even wrecked anything yet, despite his gnawing tendencies. We play tug-o-war with my shirt sleeves and socks. He chases his rattle-balls around. Sometimes, I just up from my computer chair (a red mini folding fuck-bucket style osteo-nightmare), and suddenly pounce on the bed/floor on my hands and feet, mimicking his bouncy come-n-get-me attack dance, and he spazzes out, side-stepping and bobbing his little bullet-shaped head at me, mouth open and threatening. It's so cute!
And then he sleeps. A lot. More than me. I mean, that's what makes him really great in some ways. I wake up, let him out for an hour or two, cage him up, and he passes out. I go to class, come home and let him out for an hour, etc. And I only have to do this a few times a day! The rest of the time, he's dead to the world. Hell, sometimes I actually wake him up so that he can have playtime; I don't wait until he's begging to be released.
And then sometimes-- a lot of the time, actually-- he puts up with me cuddling the hell out of him, just picking him up and squidging him and cooing like a moron while pressing my face against him and huffing in chocolatey Mustelid scent. And that, children, is cute beyong belief.
Yay, ferret!
lykomancer: (This moment is...)
I've decided to get a ferret, 'cause [personal profile] ozen told me to.

(Alright, that's exaggerating a bit, but you know, artistic liscense and all...)

And it will be cute and EVIL and hyper and all, like, weird 'n' shit.
Just like me! ^_^
(What?!? No, that ain't right...)

I don't know what to name my (male, probably) ferret... Anyone got any suggestions?
(Ozen says, "Mordock, Lord of Chaos!"
I'm not sure how I feel about giving other people a warning first, though...)
lykomancer: (I won't be the wasted potential)
Huzzah!
One of the women in my American Religion History class revealed tonight that she works for what is arguably the largest and most well-known occult and new age publishing firm, Llewellyn. (I never realized that they were based in St. Paul.)
I asked her about the possiblity of getting a job there, and she told me that they often hired students fresh out of college and that they'd be hiring in June or July if I was interested.

It's spirituality (sort of... *laughs*) and writing.
They don't require in-field experience, but I already have some.
The woman I talked to is actually the one who does the hiring, apparently.

O_O!

It would be fucking fabulous if I could get a job there.
I need to work on prettifying my resume.

Hee!

Apr. 18th, 2005 05:26 pm
lykomancer: (Squee!)
So, I got my American Religious History midterm from Hell back today.
B-
Not too shabby, considering how broad of a topic the question(s) covered, how little interest I had in the answer(s), how little work I did, and the fact that I didn't even know the citation style he wanted us to use.
(And a lot of my mark-downs were minor grammar flaws like tenses and stuff from me rearranging and cutting and then not fixing the format, all of which might have been prevented if I'd have let someone else in my household read it.
Oh, well. I passed, and that is all I wanted from this.)

Tomorrow, I will probably get my much-better Taoism paper back, which I am more interested in.

In the meantime, I have to start working on my evaluation folder 'cause that's relatively important, and I want to find my groove on this bloody piece of fanfic that I started and can't seem to get past page three on.
lykomancer: (WOO-HOO I'm NAKED!)
...I was still sleeping.

An annoying, loud, high-pitched noise wakes me up. I recognize the noise, but I can't immediately place what it is. My body at least knows the sound better than my mind, 'cause I was still wondering when I found myself stumbling to my cell phone.

"MMmmmm...hello?"
"Yeah, hi. Is this Jess?"
"Mmmmmm." (That's an affirmative "mmmm", by the way.)
"This is Evan."

And I said, "Oh! Hi, Evan!" even though I still had no idea who in the hell I was talking to, because he obviously expected me to know who he was.
(Awake time at this point = 1 minute)
But even before he resumed speaking, I suddenly was able to make sense of his name. Aha! That Evan! Yes, ok. Why is Evan calling me and how did he get my number?
(Well, "how did he get my number" isn't really that much of a mystery.)

"Well, you remember what you said when I asked you about if I came down the the Cities?"
No. No, I have no fucking clue. Was I sober when I answered said question? "Oh, yeah. It's no problem." What am I agreeing to?

"Oh, good, 'cause I'll be there in three hours or so."
My eyebrows shot up. "Oh!" God, what are we talking about? I don't remember! "OK! No problem! I wasn't doing anything today anyway."

O_o;;;

Well, it turns out that I told him I'd be glad to give him a tour of the Cities if he ever came down. *sighs* So that's really not something to worry about.
But man, for a few minutes, I was really wondering what I had promised him...

Heh. I get to spend the afternoon with a pretty, geeky furry!

O_O!

Mar. 18th, 2005 02:10 am
lykomancer: (A hard-on is not personal growth)
I just finished watching Fullmetal Alchemist.
I have one thing to say:

OMGWTF!?!


*brains go splat*

I so entirely didn't see (most of) that coming at all, even having already seen up to episode 43 previously.
...I really don't know what I think of that at all.

Cut for spoilers )

Wendy and I watched the entire series in three sittings. Eps 1-18, then 18-38, and 38-the end. No, we don't have real lives.
I will be rewatching it sometime in the next two weeks with Tom, and Jen still hasn't seen the end, so it's going to be pounded into my head pretty good for fic purposes.

*...is still trying to recover...*
lykomancer: (Happy)
As some of you already know 'cause I wanted to spread the joyous news...
idiot-boy no longer lives with us!

Tom, Wendy, and I got together yesterday at Judith's, and had a serious talk. Tom stood up at the end of it, announced that he was going to take some anti-anxiety drugs, we were going to go eat, and then we were going home to say, "Here's two hundred dollars, get out by tonight."

We were expecting all sorts of hell to break loose. We were expecting things to get broken. We were expecting a fight.

Nothing happened. Derek said, "OK, can I at least stay the night?" and Tom said, "No, and that's final" and that was it. He packed up and we dropped him off at the bus station at 9; he got a ticket back to PA on a bus leaving at 10.

I think he's really and truly gone.

No more chaos. No more fear. No more wondering were in the hell that pound of lunchmeat I just bought yesterday went.

GONE.
(thankyagodthankyagodthankyagodthankyagodthankyagod...)

_____
In other fields, I think I got an A- in my historical theology class. I got an A on half of the final-from-Hell and a B on the essay half. Along with the 2 A- and 1 B on my other papers...

Also, Julie emailed me a picture from Thanksgiving that I will eventually have to post. I look crazy. It's great.

Umm... that's all for now!
(I think that's enough!)
lykomancer: (Happy)
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY...

I...I...I... I... Um... Boku wa...Boku--

*breathes, tried to pull it together, tries not to hyperventilate, giggles hysterically*

I did it!
I asked her out!


She was walking out, and said "Merry Christmas" and the group all waved and I went, "You'll never know if you just don't ask" ("Kikanakareba wakarimasen, deshoo?" actually. I tend to lapse into Japanese when I'm nervous, I note.) and I caught up with her in the library and I started out honestly "I don't do this often, but...um, would you like to go out for coffee or something sometime?"
Yeah, just like that.

And she said, "Sure, I'd like that" and I didn't stop in my tracks with a blurted Nani!? but responded pretty smoothly with a smile and an "Ok, great. Where would you like to...?" and she answered that she wasn't from St. Paul (she's from St. Cloud; I know this because I paid a lot of attention to what she said when she spoke about herself), but that'd she sometimes stayed with a friend in the Metro area and that she'd be around probably for most of January and I said "Oh, what class? and she isn't sure yet and I grinned and asked her about interpreting the Greek class and then we started talking about language, and then she gave me her email.

*breathes*

I have her email!!
And she has mine. And my cell number. XD

And she wandered off saying, "Talk to you soon, hopefully."
"Hopefully," I answered, my head spinning, my legs shaking.
(Yeah, it's bad English. I don't really care right now.)

I asked Theresa-san out on a date and was accepted!

O_O!



...oh God, what am I going to wear!?

Crud, I need to focus.

YAT-TA! YAT-TA! YAT-TA! *does the "Yatta" dance...fully clothed, though...while squealing*

I wanted to talk more about my housemates, but I really don't have much actual thought in my brain right now; you'll have to excuse me for now.
lykomancer: (Happy)
Feelin' pretty good. Day off; headin' to the library (with the specific intent of picking up a very smutty sounding novel called The Darker Passions: Dracula. MMmm, published smut. I hope to never again be able to watch Hellsing without giggling). Mmm, library. I love the library.
[EDIT: They didn't have it. Disappointing, but understandable.
I got 22 other books instead, gloriously hogging the express checkout counter.
Fabulous.]

Worked things here at United, and Lo and Behold! I might be accepted as a full-time student with financial aid and everything by mid-September! YIPPEE! All I need is the two letters of recommendation from Carol Shaddy and David Saetre (I've already emailed them about it) and my transcripts, which I can get now because Judith gave me the money to pay back Northland. Provided I get those three things, pass an interview and writing sample (oh, yeah, that's gonna be hard!), and take one more class...I'M IN!
*pant, pant, pant*

[egomaniac hour]
I FUCKING ROCK!
I FUCKING SHOOT AND SCORE AND IT TOOK ME ALL GODDAMN SUMMER BUT I HAVE A FUCKING JOB AND NORTHLAND PAID OFF AND I'M POSITIVE THAT I CAN GET EVERYTHING I NEED FOR UNITED AND THEN I ONLY HAVE TO PAY JUDITH BACK AND MY LOANS WILL GET DEFERRED, AND THERE'S A STUART DAVIS CONCERT AND TRIP TO ASHLAND IN MY FUTURE AND SWIMMING IN THE LAKE AND HARASSING PROFESSORS AND DRINKING SAKE AND WATCHING ANIME AND JENNY'S COOKING, AND EVERYTHING IS WORKING OUT SO FUCKING PERFECTLY AND YES, YES, YES! IT'S ORGASMIC-LY GOOD!
[end egomaniac hour]

*looks around suspiciously*
It's too good. I keep waiting for something to go horribly, terribly wrong. ~knock on wood, cross fingers, pray~

I've also got bitten by the writing bug again, and have written another six pages on Blessed Be. It looks as though it might be a real novel... however, I wonder if it works out well in text, considering that it was originally slated as in comic-style. I keep feeling like all I'm doing is describing the action panel-by-panel, page-by-page instead of writing a real story. I could have this impressing because of the dialog-heaviness of the story thus far though.
I'm having problems controlling Gabriel...she desperately, desperately wants to have sex with the Devil, and she's not supposed to want that. I plotted her to have a thing for the Antichrist, but she's extremely resistant to that idea and quite unimpressed with Lucas. *sigh* Unruly wolfling. Bad dog, bad.

Tom continues to drive me crazy, in all the little ways. He waits until the sink is so full as to be unusable to do the dishes, and then it takes him two days to get them all done; he never takes out the trash; he keeps assuming he's told me stuff that he hasn't, and insists that he has even when I've proven he hasn't; he stands around and stares at things; he gets in the way.
When Tom's around, even making a cup of tea can be work.
I like Tom...I just can't wait until I'm not living with him anymore.

I got to go driving the other night. Scary for Tom, fun for me. I like driving Marybeth's car in the dark down windy roads! Heh.

(NOTES:
Angela, I need your address before I can mail you anything! Call me or email me.
Marybeth or Annie: when are you guys coming back to pick up Hotseat and your stuff? Neither Tom nor I can remember if you told either of us...)
lykomancer: (Default)
Sweet... The people at caribou liked me and told me to call back for another interview. I need to find a phone sometime within two hours so that I can do that.

WHEW!

I'm trying not to start counting unhatched chickens, but I think I'm headed back into the pink.
And amen to that.

__
I make all my good karma downtown.
I smile and say good afternoon to people; I read off bus numbers to blind people; I give spare change to people who ask for money; I join sweet little old ladies in prayer for my soul and employment.
I'm really too goddamn nice or something.

I still filled out a Target application, and I'm going to do one for Starbuck's too... just in case.
lykomancer: (Default)
Go, you Unitarian bastards, go! BWAHAHAHAHA!

Boo-yah!

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