Short Post, For Once

Wheee!!!! Leaving today to go see my grandparents for their 50th wedding anniversary, which just happens to be on New Year's Eve! Heading out the door very soon to do last minute prep.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day

I'm fully aware of the lateness of this post, but here it is:

Christmas Eve:
Echo worked open-to-close (1100-1800) and I stayed home and played Reach for about half the day, after which point I took up the mantle of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Gopher. Turns out Target has a better selection of women's scarves than Walmart and Kohl's combined, no two Walmarts have the same merchandise in the event that you're looking for something specific, No Frills changes out the little crappy toys they hang along the aisles on a daily basis, Walgreens is the only place anywhere near this town that carries unsalted cashews, and even they only have the house-brand and it takes knowing someone who's working there (B's brother) to find them on Christmas Eve.

Frustrating day, amazing night. Once Echo got off, we headed straight for her family dinner at Americana Bistro, which their clan (not an exaggeration, as their extended family makes up 1/4-1/3 of our town) had rented out for the night. I met her mom's side of the family, some for the second time, but most for the first. The exception to this is one cousin with whom I graduated but never spoke. From there we went (without eating, as we had been too late for the food) to A's house to get... something, I forget what, and then to Walmart for Zicam. Walmart was closed, so it was back to Walgreens, and then home to my house for the most epic homemade beef enchiladas EVAR!!!!! After dinner it was time for my brother to go to bed, which left us free, at 2330, to start wrapping presents. We finished at around 0330, and I took Echo home, came home, and crashed.

Christmas Day:

Epicness. That is the short version. The long version is as follows. Up early to pick up Echo from her mom/stepdad's house after their Christmas. Her mom gave me a necklace that I will probably only ever wear when trying to get something from her. Then to my house, where Christmas Morning hijinks ensued, complete with tons of presents, stuffed-to-bursting stockings, and tons of cash-flow; Echo got a total of $600 from various places, as well as the keys to the car that she had been promised for her 16th birthday, and I got my massive monetary debt to my parents coletely forgiven, alongside $100 from my aunt/uncle, $50 from my grandma, and a $20 gift card to GameStop, which got me Splinter Cell: Conviction with $0.75 to spare. From there, I took Echo to A's house, where her third Christmas celebration of the day then commenced. After that, A went to B's house for Christmas dinner, and since B lives just down the street from me, she brought Echo with her and dropped her off to us. We then proceeded to frantically handle all the dinner preparations that magically all had to happen at the same time. Somehow, it all managed to work out, and we had a massive dinner on par with Thanksgiving, then we watched It's A Wonderful Life. Wonderful day. My first Christmas with Echo.

Boxing Day:

Just when we thought there couldn't be any more hecticism in one weekend, Echo and I went down to [name of city has been redacted], [so has name of state] first thing in the morning to meet her other grandparents for church in the morning. After an hour long drive, before which we had to overcome the previous night's L-Tryptophan, we were able to make it just in time for the 1000 service. I also got to meet her old best friend from prior to people moving away. This friend's facial expression can only be expressed textually as "!", unless one were to make it "!!!!!!!!!!". Her estranged father also showed up, and at one point in the evening (we ended up staying all day) he and I got into a (verbal) fight over how he was treating Echo because of how her mom and that entire side of the family had treated him. To skip the boring, uninteresting, and irrelevant (by which I mean exciting, scandalous, and course-of-my-entire-relationship-with-Echo's-family altering) details, I won, which mqde him suddenly infinitely more civil and outwardly loving (see: car keys), and also made Grandma (mine now, too yayz!) be nicer to Echo than she has a history of being. I love that town.

"Tic Tac Toe"
Blog three times in a single post
Reward: 3 Christmas cookies



You love ME
You don't know any other way to feel about ME
You can't just be MY friend
You couldn't ever hate ME
You couldn't even dislike ME
You need ME in your life somehow
You can only love ME
If I wanted, I could have anyone
But I want YOU


I love YOU
I don't know any other way to feel about YOU
I can't just be YOU're friend
I couldn't ever hate YOU
I couldn't even dislike YOU
I need YOU in my life somehow
I can only love YOU
If YOU wanted, YOU could have anyone
But YOU want ME


The Energizer(R) Sentence

Why is it that the surest indicator of whether or not I'll be able to sleep, and if so, how well, is how desperately I need to get up in the morning?

I had an amazing day today. Class was boring, like the dark room before I stepped out into the light that was to be an entire day with Echo. We went to the bank to cash her paycheck, then did lunch at IHOP to celebrate (2 days late but oh, well) that we have been together for 7 months, after which I took her to work. When I picked her up after work, with pizza and grape soda in tow, she was thrilled, and that made me very happy, too. We went to Wal-Mart to get me a new pair of jeans, since my medium-old ones are AWOL (I've been told that my OLD ones are KIA) and met several of her friends from HS, narrowly avoided detection by an individual who had me in something resembling Stockholm syndrome throughout HS (my prison was a purely social one, as all my friends were also hers), and bumped into A (I can't say enough how my earlier post complaining about her was out of line. She really is one of my very best friends), A's brother's best friend, and one of Echo's coworkers (that last one REPEATEDLY) and I found out that someone I would never have pegged as a slut has pretty much gone nympho since her first taste (I am SO not going into whom this may be) and I rediscovered that writing whilst tired leads to crazy-long run-on sentences and I think I'll make the sentence just a little longer, just because I can.


March Weather

Hurt feelings


Botched apology


Seething (x2)

3x5 cue cards

1-2 days of awkwardness

"I'm a bitch, you're an emo kid. We good?"

"Yeah, we're good."

"f!|2$7 p05+!"
Start a blog. Survive.
Reward: +1 Reputation(A)


3x5 Cue Cards For An Apology

A unique feeling
Knowing I'm wrong
Or at least
That I was
When it counted

A bad feeling
Knowing I overreacted
That I alienated
Someone who cared
Hates me now

A sick feeling
Knowing that hurts
Someone I love
More than they
Could ever show

A numb feeling
Swallowing my pride
Making first concession
Saying it first
That I'm sorry



I can't sleep. Fiancée's hurt
Feels like my fault. Skirt? Dirt? Spurt? Shirt?

This simple poem clears my mind
Oh, darn it all, I have no rhymes

I used to be so good at this
But this post reeks of donkey piss

It shouldn't be this hard to write
I need some Christmas joy tonight this morning

I'm wasting ones and zeros now
I'd like to not, but don't know how

I need to sleep. I said I would
But my brain won't let me make good

I am not thirsty. I've been fed
I have a very comfy bed

The cats are sleeping not on me
And I don't even have to pee

So what's the reason I can't sleep?

Hell if I know...


Double Kill!

Alright, so I never expected to post again this soon, but then again, I never expected to have a twitter or, years ago, a facebook, so I'm just going to roll with it.

Darn it all, I took so long to reconfigure the blog page that I forgot what was bugging me. Oh, well...

I applied for a job at bungie today, but chances are extremely high that if you're reading this you are my friend on facebook and/or follow me on Twitter, so you already knew that.

I feel under qualified, but hey, the worst they can do is not hire me, and most of Bellevue has already done that, so how bad can it be? On the other hand, how much fun would it be to miss class for a few days because I'm flying up to Washington (state, not D.C.) to interview for my dream job?

I've also discovered that I will be featured in a webcomic my friend is starting over at fm1337kpwn.smackjeeves.com and will be portrayed by the sprite for the final fantasy red mage. While I'm thinking of it, if you haven't, go check out MY webcomic, This Is Not The Webcomic You're Looking For, located at tintwylf.smackjeeves.com.

And on that shameless plug of a dissonant note, I end the post. See? I said they wouldn't be so long usually!

I've been told I need a blog...

And right now I feel the need to post on one so here goes, then to bed I shall.

It would be one thing if my fiancée was trying to make me change. She's not, but I could probably handle it. The problem is that the person trying to turn me into a mirror of what an ideal person should be is NOT my fiancée, but her roommate.

I am a nerd.
I am a geek.
I am a techie.
I am a gamer.
I look at situations tactically.

None of these things make me a bad person. Quite the opposite, in fact. These attributes have influenced me such that if I were to be plotted on a DnD alignment chart, I would almost certainly be right in the middle; neither lawful nor chaotic, neither good nor evil. If there were a third axis to the chart, detailing disposition in terms of happy, neutral, or sad, I would fall in the middle of that, too. One of the ways I'm special is the fact that I'm more normal than most people.

All of this serves to make it all the more frustrating that my foil at present is a chaotic neutral happy person. She is absolutely intolerant of things that are done in a way other than hers, and where she can see them. A few examples from tonight alone include being told "you guys are freaks" upon not uttering disdain for Surf-N-Turf when an Applebee's commercial came on, a loud retching sound and "vomiting" face after stating that the beverage in my fiancée's and my glasses was strawberry soda, and being tersely asked "then why did you say it?" when I realized and clarified that I was in the process of uttering a non sequitur.

Neither she nor my fiancée get to see their respective significant others nearly as often as any of the four of us would like. She and hers sometimes go days without seeing each other (though they still text, and the like) but when they do see each other, it's usually from about 1530 to very late, around 2315. My fiancée and I, (that é is annoying to type, so I'll just call her Echo, from now on) are just the opposite. We have so far not gone 24 hours without physically seeing each other since the day we met, almost 7 months ago. However, that time is frequently less than an hour, split up into 2 or 3 blocks, which usually end up being spent comforting each other because of the issues that arise from the increased stress caused by seeing each other so little.

Semester is ending for the two of them, so Echo and I will get to stress-dump and spend time together, but when school starts up again in January, it'll be the same old story. This is made still worse (I can't decide if I sound like an infomercial screaming "But wait! There's more!" or like a whiny, angsty, pity-party-throwing, fourteen-year-old girl crying "my life is so bad... Everyone's out to get me..." but neither one seems very good) by the fact that when Echo and I are together but the other 2 can't be at that particular moment, or even that day, because (my artificial pronouns are getting too arduous again. Roommate is now A and roommate's boyfriend is B) B is in school, A gets all moody and grouchy and will snap at anyone who comes near her, simply because she feels jealous. On the flip side, though, when the situation is reversed, Echo and I Re told, politely, but in no uncertain terms, that we are not wanted around, to the point where if I need something from the basement (supposedly a common area, but recently the A and B are going to go make kissy-faces room) Echo will have to go get it, because she won't be kicked out of the house for disturbing them.

Perhaps my favorite part though, is the fact that all of this is chalked up, by everyone anywhere near the situation as "A just being A." It's "just her personality" to act like a b**** (keyword being ACT. She's very nice sometimes) to me, but when I act/talk like a geek/nerd/techie/gamer/tactician, that is, somehow, justifiably offensive to her.

Somewhere along the line, the definitions of "being yourself" and "being unkind" ended up switched, and no one told me.

Usually, my approach is to say "if you refuse to deal with me being me, then I don't have to deal with you at all." but that's not an option in this situation. A and I have clashed, almost as long as I've known her, and we still don't like each other terribly well, but we each know that if we were to blow up at each other, Echo and B would be very much uphurt, so I lay off of her. Not we lay off of each other, mind you. It's been a one-way street, so far. Early on, she told me what she wanted from me, (a drastic increase in the responsibility department) and I have delivered. However, at the same time, I asked for something, too: that she treat me much nicer.

I have asked that of several individuals, (of whom she is the only one involved with this situation), and have gotten the same figurative finger from all of them. Is what I ask too hard?