Merry K-tan is officially hiding her birth year in her profile from now on day!

I think I have the worst luck with LJRP EVER. Well, maybe not, but it certainly feels that way. Twice in ONE GAME have I introduced a new character only to have the first person I logged with drop the game at the beginning of the thread. It had nothing to do with me either time, but it might be a little less bad if it had. Then I could at least say "well, that was because I did _____" and strive to not do ______ in the future.

It's just SO FRUSTRATING because I'm doing my part to keep the game alive. We just have a terrible time getting applicants, I guess because we're so small and because we don't have any "big names" or anything. We're tiny and slow, but we're not in any danger of dying, even if staying alive just means three or four of us playing. And it's such a good game!! But nooo.

If any of you are looking to join a game or know someone who is, have pity on me and check out kakurenbo_rpg, okay? Especially if you have any interest in playing someone from Saiyuki or Code Geass. I play Goku and Lelouch and they're both without canonmates right now. I never thought I'd say this, but my top priority at this point is wrangling myself a Suzaku, and not just for Lulu. I play Graham from Gundam 00, and they'd be co-workers and something about that amuses me very, very much.

Okay, so I had to go to the health department and I had no idea where it was, right? So I checked Google Maps, right?

BAD FUCKING IDEA.

( Exhibit A: The Directions I Was Given )

( Exhibit B: Where the Health Department Actually Is )

I drove around for a half hour trying to find it, but I didn't get too adventurous because the last thing I wanted to do was get lost in Elkton. We went back there to check it out when we went out to go to dinner and it was within WALKING DISTANCE of the other place I had to go. Words cannot describe my rage.

nokoru: I need to write a novel to start the new big thing in supernatural chick lit: My Boyfriend is an Elder Evil.
sanada: LOL do it! Lovecraft is due for a revival.
nokoru: "Madysinnn, we can never be together! I don't know if I can control my tentacles when I'm around you!"
sanada: Do waaaant.
nokoru: And in the end, he can eat her.
sanada: That's romantic!
nokoru: It is if you're Cthulu!
sanada: It's hard to get closer to a loved one than to eat her.
nokoru: You could even keep something undigestable as a memento.

If you can't tell, I am on my fifth head cold.

TYPING IN ALL CAPS HELPS ME FEEL SLIGHTLY WARMER

SLIGHTLY

USING CAPSLOCK IS CHEATING. ONLY THE SHIFT KEY BRINGS WARMTH

Emerging from under a pile of essays...bleh...

Newest Pet Peeve: Being in the room when my father watches something science-related. His new hobby is watching that show where the Japanese scientist guy talks about how you could make science fiction things with real science and COMPLAINING NON-STOP. Everything is "impossible" and "shoddy science" and "lazy." He has gone so far as to call the guy a hack.

My father has two degrees. One in geography, one in education. He does not read hard scifi. He reads comic books and crappy fantasy novels. He teaches fifth grade science. Apparently this makes him an expert in quantum physics.

Today he was explaining space elevators to my mother and scoffing about how ridiculous the idea was, because there's now way you can "use single one molecule-wide wire to shoot something into space."

I just...I don't want to be like that when I'm old.

Don't be bashful. Don't be shy. It's time to unabashedly let it out! So be messy. Be imperfect. Be liberated and free. Be what you are. Be human. Blow it loud and proud. With KLEENEX Tissue.

I swear to God this is what it says on the bottom of my Kleenex box. I don't need you to empower me, Kleenex box. I just need you to put my snot in. I had you sitting on my lap so I could properly curl up in a ball of misery and wait for sweet, merciful death to come, but now you're kind of creeping me out, dude.

You know, when you have Space AIDS/monkeypox/SARS/a low temperature and the beginnings of a head cold/bird flu/the Ebola virus/whatever and you're lightheaded and sleepy and having trouble focusing, this is the last thing you want to hear:

"Guess what your uncle saw in the woods today! An emu!"

The last thing I needed was to spend about 30 seconds trying to figure out whether or not I was hallucinating on top of everything else. Turns out I wasn't, which makes things worse. That means that right now, somewhere in the woods outside my house, there is a feral emu.

I CAN NEVER GO OUTSIDE AGAIN.

If this was an anime, I'd be making jokes about being "too old for this" and so on. Unless it was, like, 00. 00 is old people-friendly.

Oh God, as of a few minutes ago, I'm as old as Ham...

D-does this mean I have to go hit on kitchen appliances now? I mean, I'm a Virgo, too...

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Well, there was that one espresso machine.

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Argh.

An observation: Finding a tupperware container full of lemon jello is a much, much more pleasant experience than looking in the refrigerator and seeing a tupperware container full of mysterious yellow liquid.