Boringest journal entry EVER.

[lykomancer]

Just for the record, my boring-ass life-- pardon me, Kevin Smith!-- goes down something more or less like this.


Alarm goes off, playing Matchboz 20's "Unwell". Contemplate getting up. Shut off alarm; reset it for an hour later, since Jinya's giving me a ride and I don't have to catch the bus today. Also, open the door and let my stupid cat in my room. Try to go back to not-sleep day-dreamy land so that I can plunge back into my ongoing mental story that rips off a lot of characters and plotlines of other things I've read. Unfortunately for me, it's windy and since I broke whatever stasis the door was in, it is now banging back and forth, despite my efforts to make it stop. Cat starts clawing at my bed because he now wants out.

There's no peace, sayeth the Lord, for the wicked.

So I get out of bed. Can't shower because Jinya's showering. Weird, really. She usually does that at night. Come downstairs, check the interwebbings, poke around for something like breakfast, end up eating half a pound of cherries. (Almost frozen cherries-- our fridge is too cold.)

Tea or coffee? Decide on coffee. Realize that Wendy has not cleaned old coffee out from pot despite doing all the other dishes. Clean coffee pot and fill it with water and grounds. Press "on" and wander off to read one of my library books. (Too Scared to Cry, about the manifestation of trauma in children.)

Somewhile later, realize there's no smell or sound of coffee perking. Get up and stare at unworking coffeemaker. Press the on/off switch a few times for good measure. Stare. Come to the conclusion that the machine is not plugged in. Feel retarded. (And then plug it in.)

Jinya comes downstairs and wakes Wendy to go to Target. They got coupons for 30$ off expensive cat litter boxes and they want to pick them up. (Wendy's coupon habit DOES pay off. I've also been drinking free bottles of Life Water for a long while; she ebayed a massive package of freebie coupons months ago.)

Wendy disappears into her bathroom. I figure I am never getting to shower. Check the weather, check my bank account, read my book, drink my coffee.

Wendy emerges from bathroom. I comment on my need to shower. She gives me a funny look. "I wasn't showering," she tells me, then grins. "I was poopin'. And if that's too much information for you, well, you asked!"

Yeah, I totally did.

Go upstairs. Shower. Whilst in shower, ponder Orochimaru/Jiraiya fanfic. (Goddamn it, this is why I need soap crayons! So I can WRITE in the shower! And maybe illustrate! LOL...I can't think that Jinya'd appreciate that...) That leads me, logically, into thinking about what I will name my (eventual) pet snake, since Jinya's bringing me my aquarium from her mom's place tonight. Get out of the shower and start adding mass quantities of anti-frizz gel, leave-in conditioner, and shine spitz to my hair.

Settle on Fluffy. I should totally name my snake Fluffy.
(We'll leave this one up in the air for a while; I want the name to suit the personality of the critter.)

Sort through the bag of clothing Jinya's getting rid of to see if I want any of it. I do. I want like, all of it, even though there's no room in my closet. Will work on that later.

Write this and drink more coffee. Field a phone call from Kris, who's wondering what rats she should breed next. Field another from Jinya; Target's cat boxes are more than the coupon, which means they'd have to pay for them (a whopping 2$); could I check Wal*mart's website and see if they were cheaper there?

Wal*Mart's search engine can suck my balls. Jesus.

Realize that I really need to get dressed soonish.



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Comments

[bakkhos.livejournal.com]

I broke whatever stasis the door was in, it is now banging back and forth, despite my efforts to make it stop.

Oh lawl, I hate it when that happens.

Come to the conclusion that the machine is not plugged in. Feel retarded. (And then plug it in.)

Ditto.

They got coupons for 30$ off expensive cat litter boxes and they want to pick them up.

O.O My bunnies use the $5 cat litter boxes from Target.

I should totally name my snake Fluffy.

Lol, do it. Or name it Prada like my sister in law. Ah, but that snake was a prima donna.

Are you free any time this weekend? I'm interested in that whatchmacallit salvia? Stuff? Ever since you called me and I concluded that you couldn't be laughing that hard or for that long, so it must have been a defective washing machine or sumthin. Oh oh oh and I need to see The Happening that just came out in theaters!

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

As for the litter boxes:

Jinya brought her own expensive self-cleaning litter box with her when she moved in. We just use the simple kind. But either way, the litter boxes reek almost all the time. Four cats'll do that. *shrugs*
But Wendy got these coupons for $29.99 off of Tidy Cat Breeze boxes, which apparently retail for about $34. These things have a larger pellet in them which doesn't track, and drain the urine down into an absorbent pad, and lots of other shit.

Wendy was hoping that they'd help keep the stench down, and after using the coupons, they're only $5 bucks too. *grin*


Mmmm... Prada is a good name for a snake. And I imagine most of them to be prima donnas, to be honest. I'm SO looking forward to getting one!1!!!!!1 YAY!


Ug. I'm in the middle of a eight-day stretch at work, so this weekend's pretty much out. (It fuckin' sucks, but I think you can guess that.) But I've been wanting to do dinner or something with you, too; been thinking about that a lot lately. My first day off is Thursday, and I'm game for anything then!
And I still have plenty of salvia. Haven't even needed to buy more. I'm a little weirded out by it; not totally freaked, but a little more wary and respectful. It's a reality-warping experience.

[bakkhos.livejournal.com]

A self-cleaning litterbox? Lol, I might have to look into that. ^^ Are these coupons still available?

And I imagine most of them to be prima donnas, to be honest. I'm SO looking forward to getting one!

Prada was a tiny, tiny snake who had a *traumatic* experience eating a mouse once and so from that point on had to be fed dead mice. Frankly, I would die at having to feed a snake live mice because, well, mice are adorable and prey animals are my favorite.

Eight days of work in a row? Blech! But yes, playing on Thursday sounds good to me. We should, like, try to get through a scary movie on salvia. XDDD It's so funny that you consider it a reality-warping experience when at first it had no effect on you whatsoever.

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

The coupon'd ones don't self-clean. (Which is good for us. Jinya's self-cleaner tended to be noisy and clog up a lot.) I'll ask Wendy about the coupons anyway for you, though.


Prada was a tiny, tiny snake who had a *traumatic* experience eating a mouse once and so from that point on had to be fed dead mice.

Uh, yeah.
Under NO circumstances am I going to try to feed my snake live prey; I've seen what my rats are like when they decide they don't like something. My coworkers keep joking that my snake's gonna eat my rats, but I shake my head; I'm worried that the rats'll kill the snake, especially before it's grown any. I've seen those little bastards fling themselves at the wall of their cage, snarling and bristling, trying to attack a calm cat that had been observing them from three feet away.
Mice might be different in temperament (and size), but I'd still rather not try it.


My first attempt of smoking it was out of the hookah, which I think was the mistake. The holes in the bottom of the bowl are too big, and I think the salvia just basically ran right down into the water. When I smoke it out of the pipe, though... whoo. It doesn't take long. Right after the first exhale the room starts spinning. TRIPPY.

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

Also, since I'm reading about childhood trauma and its various expressions, I might feel inclined to write some Sasuke-centric/Uchiha-centric stuffs again. This book really brings out some interesting ideas.

[bakkhos.livejournal.com]

I am *so* checking that book out from the library now. :DDD It would help with the fanfic for sure. I would love you forever if you decided to write Uchiha-centric stuff again esp. now that others are dropping the topic like a hot potato due to Itachi's supposed character change.

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

I've got another one checked out called The Unsayable, too, but I haven't started that one yet.

I can't definitely say that Too Scared to Cry is useful-ish, though, even though it's an older book (from the seventies; not THAT old).


I would love you forever if you decided to write Uchiha-centric stuff again esp. now that others are dropping the topic like a hot potato due to Itachi's supposed character change.


What I think is interesting right now is that Kishimoto can have his cake and eat it, too, as far as Itachi's characterization goes. If he decides that he likes Itachi as a hidden hero who struggled with an impossible choice, he's already laid that out now; if he changes his mind and wants to go back to "bad boy" Itachi, then all he has to do in future chapters is show that Madara was lying. Either way, right now, is a possibility.

All of the changes in the manga are actually one of the reasons I haven't written anything Uchiha-centric in a while. I'm trying to wait it out a bit more and see what everything looks like once "everything's" been revealed. When I'm sure he's moved past this current explaining arc, then I'll probably start again.

[hiza-chan.livejournal.com]

Our zoo has the biggest snake in captivity. His name is Fluffy. Random.

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

Dude. That's weird. What kind of snake is it?

[hiza-chan.livejournal.com]

Python. 24 feet long. It's as long as a moving phone and as thick as a telephone pole. It's gigantic. Theres a picture here

[ozen.livejournal.com]

*fan mails you to death*

OK not really.
But I would totally go fanboy on soap crayons in the shower. Srsly.

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

I love soap crayons. So nifty!