shinyglorchan

Dear self,

Did you get trapped on tumblr AFTER you FINALLY escaped the Hetalia Kink Meme!? Argh, what is wrong with you, self? And now you're making an LJ post to whine at yourself. *shakes head* Do your damned last 'big' assignment for March, and maybe you'll get some damned REAL free time, without the guilt associated with ignoring your damned homework!

...look, darling self, you have a new Dissidia game to play ~~...maybe we'll write Cloud of Darkness/Laguna tentacle porn?~~ and a huge playground of kink meme prompts to write. Oh, and not to mention a laptop to reconfigure back to your liking. You can do this. It's Tokyo Literature & Film. You like Tokyo and Japanese culture ~~even if some aspects of this class are getting on our last nerve~~.

Also, icon! Aqua's looking at you disapprovingly! Do you want Aqua disapproving of you? No, I didn't think so. Get to work! That 7 page paper ain't gonna write itself ~~we wish~~.

Love,
The Sorta Sane Voice In Your Head

EDIT:

P.S Goddammit, now you're starting this paper, but you have a headache AND word fail. Fucking failure. And you're only getting maybe 3 hours of sleep tonight. Maybe. *scowl*

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: Ayumi Hamasaki - Never Ever

Why did I not get to do my powerpoint presentation first thing? What kind of teach makes me wait through the end of a movie? I don't care if it's transition to my subject. *dies*

Also, class started at 3:30pm. It's a bit past 4pm. Fuck. This. Shit.

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: At Temple, in Death & Dying class

I did something to my laptop last night (AKA hiiii there mister virus, I think and everything goes kinda safe mode). I did a full system restore with a back up file. I think I need to run a virus scan on my files... Any free programs you guys can suggest? AVG links too, because I'm failing on that front, and I'm all frazzled at the moment.

@_____@ I dunno what to do. I could go to the Temple tech center for help but... You know, personal things ~~porn~~ and other things. :/ DNW other people in there.

Current Mood: discontent

Uhhh, my Governor seems to be being an ass. He's planning on cutting 50% of government funding to the universities/higher education. My university, Temple University, is part of that. Fuuuuuck.

Since this would mean cutting of programs and such, let's not even let that be an option. Please, help me out with an e-mail here.

I don't want my tuition to go up because fuck knows if I'll be able to afford it. :/ Like PA needs LESS education and MORE idiots. Or you know, people leaving the state for schooling and work. ~~Not that I plan to stay here myself, but soooo not the point.~~

Current Mood: determined

Cooooooold. Soooooo cooooold. ;-; I'm wearing warm jammies, so I don't get why I'm so cold. ;-; My nose is fucking freezing, and that means I can't warm up. Haaaaaate. *wants hide under her blankets forever and ever*

Current Mood: cold
Current Location: I love how LJ thinks I live in Delaware. XD
Current Music: T.A.T.U. - Not Gonna Get Us

I stole this from

pervyficgirl because I felt the need to signal boost, even if I don't do it often.

Originally posted by

lavenderfrost at ...WTF.

Well, there goes my good mood for the day.

NYTimes, the bastion of quality reporting, reported on the gang-rape of an 11 year-old girl in Texas that's led to charges against 18 high-school boys so far - all well and good so far, right? Shit like this NEEDS publicity to raise awareness.

Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed.

Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):

“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.” As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right?

Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said. TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT.

THIS IS RAPE CULTURE, PEOPLE.

Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now.

( Here's how to contact NYT: )

Current Mood: angry

You West Coasters in Cali, Washington, and Oregon, comment on this post, so I know the tsunami doesn't drown you in a few hours? Okay? Okay.

Also, any of you in Japan and Hawaii and such. Or you if you need a place to vent your frustrations or a shoulder to cry on or something. I'm here.

~~And what the fuck, my aunt's ceiling fell in on her bedroom!? Argh. Evil rain. Bad day...~~

Current Mood: worried

*scowling* I am not a fucking morning person. At all. But SOMEONE decided to call at three something AM. Four. Fucking. Times. Oh, but Gloria, aren't you awake then anyway?

No, not this time. I'm supposed to be up now to talk to some bitch about my health insurance and figure this shit out. So, I had only just gotten to sleep at two. Maybe.

Wanna know who had the gall to call four fucking times this morning? If you've been here enough, you have guess right! My dad. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate! Mom ended up disconnecting the phones, so we could sleep! *grumbles* And it's not even like the fucking pussy LEAVES A MESSAGE or you know, SAYS ANYTHING! >:O

I swear to fucking god if someone doesn't take that mans cell phone away, I am going to make sure it happens when I am in Italy. >:O

Also, I feel that my angry/hate icon and tag isn't enough for the rage I feel, but it'll have to suffice. Motherfucking sons of bitches. And now, I have to go be a fucking responsible adult. Fuck my life. And after this meeting thing, mama better bring me to McDonald's because I am getting a Young Justice toy to make up for this.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Not the phone ringing. Thank fucking Christ.

Uhhh, I had this WEIRD dream this morning. Until just now, I think my brain was still thinking it was real. Oh man. Paranoia does not help.

So, apparently there's this lady on the phone with the mama. Some important thing having to do with school and my school money. And all you should have a JOB during the school year, and you're a TERRIBLE person because you DON'T. Pffft, and me being me took the phone and bitched out the lady about my five classes this semester, and fuck her, because I CAN'T get a job while in Rome since my Italian just isn't that fucking proficient, and REAL Italians would laugh at me.

...she had some snappy, bureaucratic comeback which forced me to hand the phone back to mama who is not a bitch like me. ...usually, anyways. Then I think I woke up, and I don't think this whatever the hell this was really left my mind. Noooow, I'm all paranoid. Lovely. *goes to crawl in a hole and finish her applications*

EDIT: YES! One of my teachers sent in the recommendation. Thank god. Now, just waiting on my last Italian teacher. *sigh of relief*

Current Mood: confused

Anyone want rain? I don't want rain. Take our rain this weekend. Beckaboo probably can't come over because of it. Hate all the things. And she was going to bring chocolate. I have my period; it'd be very much appreciate the tasties.

*sigh* Upside, I get bff time on Sunday? I hope. Nothing should... I'm not gonna say anything. *just curls up elsewhere*

Current Mood: sad

While I was at the University City stop, waiting for the train home in the cold, I had a wonderful meta post planned about my fandoms, and how I feel about them. I don't remember it now, and this makes me sad, though I think I was gonna mention my old ones being catharsis, and DCU being my most passionate fandom (though, at times, that wasn't in a GOOD way), and I don't even know.

Also, at some point, I'm going to be at a damn keyboard when I have the urge to list all my pet peeves. This is list should exist. >>;; Most of them won't effect you guys. (Unless you somehow come onto my LJ and smoke near a no smoking sign; then I will have to kill you dead with the cigarette shoved up an unpleasant place.) *smile* Anyway, if you know me, you know what annoys me and doesn't. Reading my LJ would give you a good feel of that, I think.

...ohmygod, I still feel cold, and I slept all warm in my blankets and my toasty room! I'M TURNING INTO A BECKABOO! ~~Sorry, Bek, you suck at being warm with 8 blankets; we've been over this, so you can't be too mad about this comment. XD~~ *shivers and goes to curl up with more fanfic* ...though, maybe drinking almost a whole bottle of cold water when I woke up is the reason I'm so cold. ;-; I was thirsty! *sob*

Current Mood: cold

Mother. Fucker. I got caught in a downpour after class. I had an umbrella, which made sure my top half and my bag was mostly unscathed (thank god, or my netbook that I'm typing on would've been a casualty, and I'd be in tears!), but my jeans and boots are soaked through.

I can't even articulate how uncomfortable it is to be wearing wet, tight jeans. Any pornos that use that? Fuck them. ~~At least the chicks get to take jeans off.~~ The boots aren't as bad, but everywhere my jeans touch my skin is itchy as fuck. Argh. I had a weird inkling not to wear these this morning, but did I not wear them? Noooo...

Ugh, I'm so pissed, but at least I don't look like wet cat. *sighs* I want to go home. Fuck.

Current Mood: crazy
Current Location: Cecil B Moore Barnes & Noble

Anyone who bitches about American bureaucracy can just swap places with me. Fucking Italian Consulate wants SO much paperwork. I found my mom's, my dad's, and my birth certificates, but noooo, that's enough. They're the originals, even! Argh, I'm probably gonna need to get my mom to call my nonna to get her to get a better copy of the birth certificate AND my parents' marriage certificate.

Then I'll need to go through American bureaucracy to prove that my parents never gave up their Italian citizenship. What the fuck! Duh, of course my dad didn't, or he wouldn't be living in Italy for like 9 years, with his fucking Italian pension! *fumes*

I'm gonna call tomorrow to see if what I have would work because I'd rather not have to bother my nonna with this. Plus, it'll totally ruin the surprise of telling her in a letter that I'll be in Rome for the Fall semester. *huffs*

And my mom really needs to file our taxes, so I can finish FAFSA and stuff for going abroad. *grumbles*

Current Mood: aggravated

Guess who got something like 3 hours of sleep last night? I'll give you a hint. It happened because she stayed up to write Hetalia fic that involved soccer. (Why did I look up all that stuff about Diego Maradona? Ohgodwhy.) ...fuck. While I wrote the fic I kept telling myself, omfg, GO TO SLEEP! YOU HAVE TO TAKE A BATH AND GO TO CLASSES TOMORROW, GODFUCKINGDAMMIT!

In other news, wheeeeee, I downloaded Umberto Tozzi music. His song Gloria is pretty much what I was named after. Duuuuude, I totally misheard the line "scappa senza far rumore" as "scappa senza far l'amore." Yeeeeeeah, two totally different meanings, man. One is "run away without a sound" while the other is "run away without making love."

...in my defense, the next line has 'letto' (word for bed) in it! What else was I supposed to think? >>;;

Also 'Tu' and 'Ti Amo' give me fangirly squee-ness. Oh, old Italian music. Also, I need to break some brains so... Fun, with 1979! Warnings for when disco-esque outfits were in style...? Side Note: Don't tell me Dick Grayson wouldn't steal this guy's outfit. XD

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Umberto Tozzi - Gloria

Snoooooooow. It's everywheeeeeeeeeere. The street is so whiiiiiite. This should constitute no school. ;-; Pleeeeeease send me a text message already, Temple, I do not want to make my way through the snow.

Also, my dad seems to be calling earlier lately. Fucker. Just because it's 2pm there and no one actually gives a fuck about him there either does not mean he has to wake me up earlier than I need to be awake. *scowls*

If I get a snow day, I'm gonna post a little rec list of Hetalia fic from the kink meme. *hugs it* Such shiny things.

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: FFVII: CC - Farewell Melody

So, got an e-mail about my academic progress and how to check it. The e-mail says a Y is BAD. I expected one Y by my History class. Oh, there was a Y, all right. It was next to Italian, which means Gloria nearly has a panic attack because that's not possible.

Sure, I missed a class and a few homework assignments, but I got a 90 on the last test! So, I freak out a little, then click the Y and find out if it's under the S column, it's okay and means your awesome. THE E-MAIL DID NOT SAY THIS; IT SAID Y'S WERE BAD!!! ;-;

I do not need this right now. I'm in such a mood right now. Like the kind of mood that would lend well to that fic I wrote where Jason killed Tim and Dick ~~and almost decapitated Tim, so Jay could roll the head to Dick.~~ So yeah. Tact, not here. Giving a fuck, not here. Sadism, totally here.

Also, my dad's been calling this week. I told him to fuck off on Monday morning because I was just ugh. I need this extra bit of not fun like I need a hole in the head. You'd think someone with HIV for the past ten years would drop dead already. Obviously not.

Current Mood: apathetic

This is... I don't even. I wanna be pissed about it, but I love what Justice League: Generation Lost has become. D: Why can't I have both!? ;-;

Current Mood: disappointed

Mini freak out in my head on the train to school. I really, really need and want a job. I didn't get a phone call from the Halloween Store. I-I don't know if I can deal with the job search thing again and all that rejection on top of classes, let alone if I actually GET a job on top of classes.

My to-do list just gets longer and keeps changing because homework keeps changing, and I have to make my room presentable by Saturday because seriously, my room will probably kill anyone not me, and I don't want to be responsible for a dead Beckaboo ~~her life tries to kill her enough as it is, thank~~.

AND I still have to work on big parts of two costumes. I am not scrapping either. I want the Spoiler one, and dammit, I'm dying my hair for the Red Hood Lian one; I am NOT skipping out on that one. At least the red leotard isn't as dark as before, thank fuck.

Oh, then there's all the plays I have to see for class, AND I'm supposed to be taking my driving lessons. I'm supposed to call the guy back like last month. I just freaked out so bad in my head, and it's just argh. I'm creating stress for myself. This shit is manageable, and I know it is; why the fuck do I do this to myself?

In conclusion, if you see me online RPing or fucking around in general, scold me and tell me to go clean my room or something. And to stop checking my second e-mail for RP like a freak. I am not here this week. ...which really sucks because I have so many fucking plot bunnies, but I seriously can't indulge in that right now. I'm at least getting my creative out through drawing on the train ~~and in some classes, oops~~, so I should fucking deal.

...but man, can't wait until I get my netbook sometime next week. She shall be named Spoiler, and thne I can write fic and type on the train. It'll be glorious. And someday, she shall meet Bek's netbook, Alvin Draper, and flirt with him. XD Maybe meet Griff's someday too, Jason-Fucking-Todd (hmmm, I wonder whose fault THAT name was, heheh).

Current Mood: frustrated

My stomach was acting up last night. Wonderful. Which means, I'm recovering from feeling shitty last night, and fuck if I wanna eat anything. Argh, and I was so productive yesterday! I even took some dishes outta the dishwasher and washed the ones in the sink! I don't do chores ~~because I'm a spoiled little bitch~~. This is just very fucking annoying because I don't feel like doing anything today, but I really need to be make my room presentable for when Bek comes over tomorrow.

...except, we've only texted a few times in the past two weeks, and none of that was really real life relevant. No phone calls, she's been too busy for them. Yeah, that gives me the feeling this weekend isn't going to happen, and I just really don't want to go to the trouble of cleaning my room for no reason.

I would text her to ask if this weekend is still a go, but I'm afraid of the answer. *sigh* Though, I've learned not to get my hopes up for any friends. ...or usually, anyway. Whenever I have a new friend, I get my hopes up, but I've known Bek for over a year, so she doesn't classify as new anymore.

I miss her. D: Hell, I miss my art bitch too, but missing them solves absolutely nothing. I give up ~~for now~~.

Current Mood: blah

I am so fucking pissed right now. That stupid bitch (aka my creative writing teacher) WASN'T THERE FOR MY SCHEDULED FIFTEEN MINUTE FINAL!!! ARGH!!!! CAPS LOCK IS NEEDED FOR THE RAGE I FEEL!! GIMME A RAGE RING, AND I'D BE SPEWING BLOOD AND DEATH EVERYWHERE!!! >:O

*just screams* Also, LJ decided I didn't exist or wasn't logged in and gave me ADs when I tried to make this post. Fuckers, I pay for you SO WORK PROPERLY!!! >:O

Current Mood: pissed off

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Very Disappointed In You, Self!

;-;

Fuuuuuuck

ATTENTION, F-LIST!

shivers

...WTF.

HEY! ANNOUNCEMENT!

Kill, kill, kill...

more awake now, she thinks...

makes a face

Well, I forgot what I was gonna post about...

scowls

Ugh.

Ohgod,gonnabesomanic...

makes a face

Thanks ever so, Temple.

I don't know what to say...

Ugh

Ugh

This Has Never Been More Appropriate!