November 2014

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
caligraphunky: (Oh boy oh boy)
Wednesday, January 26th, 2011 11:24 pm
The thing about a microblog like Plurk or Twitter is that they make posting whatever inane stupid nonsense that pops into my head into the kind of casual affair that Livejournal just can't match.

Which i guess is my roundabout way of saying I know I haven't been around all that much. And also that I'm sorry about it. I've been preoccupied by things.

One of those things is work, where I am totally getting trained on the desk. Friggin' FINALLY, I've been there, what, four years? Thank goodness I'm also getting a raise! That takes the sting out of the wait, if just a bit. I still dunno if I want another job though, but I might as well stick this one out.

And also school things are happening! Namely two lit classes (Shakespeare and American to the Civil War), one math class, and one aerobics class are happening. I am pretty much psyched for all of this except I haven't read anything more complex then a tag in an age and a half. It's difficult going from Homestuck to the Bard, and let's just leave it at that.

Game things are also in play, although really, it's more video then roleplaying nowadays (my current Thing about roleplaying is a whole 'nother entry in-and-of itself, so I'll leave it for now). Dragon Age in particular has me...ensnared, I think is the word. I've eaten this lore for breakfast, and flossed my teeth with it's characters. The fate of Ferelden is my plaything, I am the Warden, and I make the rules.

No, seriously. Every single important thing that's happened since the first fight has been my character's decision. I know, I know, Player has to do everything or it's not fun but jeeze, nothing ever gets decided around here without some wandering elven schmuck sticking his skinny nose in everything. I like it. I'm the arbiter of everything, speaking through a sheltered sad-sack of a homeless elf bum.

I think that must say a lot about me. All I know is that I really want someone to geek out about this series with, like I can not even express.

Err, I have nothing else to say right now, which is good, because I should really get to bed.
caligraphunky: (Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!)
Sunday, August 15th, 2010 06:02 pm
Ffft, I have been really down lately. I don't even know what it is, other then a low mood. I'm not really prone to depression, and I doubt it's that serious anyway. I just...can't make myself do anything but play Harvest Moon until I can't see straight. Oh, silver watering can, you were so worth the headache. Copper axe, not so much.

OH WELL, perhaps I'll pick up when school starts again next week. Then I'll feel like I'm doing something. And I have a Creative Writing class which will be a lot of fun. And I have Thursady's Rifftrax Live to look forward to.

So...pretty much I'm down for no real reason. Pffft. Good.

...Shit, I forgot everything else I was going to talk about. Oh well, I haven't done much lately but Harvest Moon anyhow.

On the plus side, I like LJs new tag system. Look at all those tags I'd forgotten about until I brought up the full list!
caligraphunky: (Seriously. Go do it!)
Monday, June 29th, 2009 11:53 am
So, this is my day:

-Put in a load of laundry.
-Play Sly 3 until that's done.
-Another load of laundry
-Clean up kitchen until that's done
-Another load.
-Go to work.

I guess there's a reason I don't talk about my day all that much...I don't really lead an exciting life. I do have plans to go mess around Old Town with a friend tomorrow, and I have the 4th off from work so that's nice.

Could, uh, anyone link me to a tutorial or something for browsing Pixiv for something specific? I can't seem to get it to do anything I tell it to and I have no idea what the problem is.
caligraphunky: (Power of Beauty)
Thursday, April 16th, 2009 09:53 am
Currently, it is rainy and cold and miserable outside, and what I'd really like to do is go outside all day with a cup of tea and listen to it and think about things. But I can't because I have school.

Shame, because if it's going to be like this on my birthday, I should at least be able to savor the melancholy mood.

So! I am twenty years old today! Funny, because it always takes me a few days to register after my birthday that I have, in fact, turned another year older. And then I never know if I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing at that age, or at least feel like I'm supposed to be doing. But this year I realized it a day beforehand in a moment of knurdness clarity. And I realized that I'm probably exactly where I should be for my age: going to community college for my prerequisites without having any clue what I'm getting the prerequisites for and working a part time job (that thank god is NOT fast food, and that I'm a little worried about losing) to help pay for it. Sounds about right.

...I'm...really not sure if that's any better or worse then being uncertain.

At least I know have a little plastic crab that moves in a fish bowl on a magnet to keep me suitably hypnotised. He's cute. And blue. And he comes with a bunch of plastic beads that float in the water.