I got a job!!!

Err...I haven't been here in a while, have I.

Some things happened, I suppose. Discovered full time job+full time school=*death*
Discovered getting laid off (yay I'm a statistic OTL) made me realize I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not doing too much.

Been dreadfully antisocial, even with the magical free time. Have also been dreadfully uninspired. These things are probably related. I think I need to go back to the city for a while and make myself interested in the universe again. And I would go if that, you know, didn't cost money.

What does one do to gain inspiration anyway?

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Organized into one post for covenience


mucc - Kuchiki no Tou


1) Kuchiki no Tou (instrumental)
2) Daremo Inai Ie
3) Isho
4) Mikan no Kaiga
5) Dakkuu
6) Gentou Sanka
7) Akatsuki Yami
8) 2.07 (instrumental)
9) Garo
10) Kanashimi no Hate
11) Rojiura Boku to Kimi e
12) Oboreru Sakana
13) Namonaki Yume
14) Monokuro no Keshiki
15) Kuchiki no Tou

I could make an entry about the usual "Reflection on the Past Year and Plans for the New One." But I'm not going to. Instead I will share a tale of woe and defeat. This is also known as why I'm friggin' lame and how it's quite possibly genetic.

So I received a package today. That was left in front of my garage door in the snow rather than on the front step (and I almost ran over since it was dark out when I got home) But that's ok. I can live with soggy cardboard. So now I take it inside and am ready to open it. But it's sealed shut with Packing Tape From Hell. But luckily I have brand new sharp scissors to assist in my task. I cut the tape just fine but the box. Will. Not. Open.

Hmm. It appears the flaps are also GLUED SHUT. 

So I attempt to peel back a corner of the flap and slide the scissor edge under to pry it open. Except the blade gets jammed (read:deflected away) and I ended up STABBING MYSELF IN THE FINGER!!!

So I cuss at the box with great gusto while my mom calls me retarded and takes the scissors from me. I stand there feeling stupid while she starts working on the box when it occurs to me I'm bleeding all over the floor 0_0 Mom rolls her eyes at me and points me towards the paper towels. We comment that fingers bleed a lot since they're, ya know, vascular and all. I no sooner turn around to get said towel when my mom yelps.

"Damn, I cut myself! Why are these scissors so sharp?!"

I spin around and her thumb is profusely bleeding everywhere!

I race to get her a paper towel and realize I've already soaked through mine.

So after Mama got taken care of, I seek out my dad.

* * *
"Do we have band-aids?"

"Why?" he gives me a dubious look.

*holds up hand wrapped in blood-drenched towel*

"...Sharp scissors are sharp."

-_- "Are you a moron?"

"Hey! Mom did the same thing 30 seconds later!"

"Then you're both dumb!"
* * *

This happened a few hours ago and I've just bled through my second band-aid. Am starting to wonder if mayhaps I need stitches? Though I don't think I could stand having to explain this story to a doctor. It's too full of dumb.

Moral of the story: Never get comfortable enough with yourself to think you'll ever be all that smooth in life. A lesson that the universe keeps trying to beat into my head. As if breaking my own face tripping over my own feet or breaking a bone in my foot walking weren't enough to point out how un-cool I am OTL

I'd almost sat down and typed a rather long winded rant about people and my dealings with them. I would have been rather general but there were specific ones in mind. But then, of course, reality set in and I realized what an immature douchebag that would make me. Maybe the fact that I'm mentioning any of this at all means I've still got miles to go, and maybe something as pointless as this doesn't mean anything to anyone. But somehow I feel like I've grown as a person somewhat. However small a step forward that might be.

I can only control myself and my own actions. Even when I have my moments of feeling like I should be able to hold people accountable for their actions, other people are always going to do what they want. There's nothing to be gained by trying to think or wish otherwise. I feel like I should tell myself to just accept things as they are, but I feel like i've already made it there. I just have this...great sense of quiet resignation. That ultimately, there is absolutely no value in relying on other people for anything.

This is not an angry statement. Or bitter. It probably doesn't carry well just in written words, but I feel rather peaceful in simply understanding this. Knowing myself, how I interact with others, and how they interact with me.

The people that matter will make the effort. The ones that don't will eventually fade away. At least I can be frank with myself and know that given my brutally stubborn nature, that I've never been the one to quit.

Maybe anyone stumbling across this won't really understand any of this. But I didn't write this for you to understand. I'm just decluttering my brain a bit. And to be honest, I'm feeling extrodinarily good about myself  : )

Only one more song to go after this. Just how long has it taken my lazy ass to get around to finish typing this??

Ugg...Time needs to slow down. But what else is new.

Today I made what may be either the single best or single worst decision of my entire life.

But, well, fuck it.

Here's to taking charge of my future for once.

I have the attention span of a goldfish. Meaning I got lazy and kinda bored trying to make the journal look presentable. But I did finally getting around to getting a couple new icons...

Also, expect my updates to probably *gasp* be even less frequent now that football season is starting. God bless the Direct TV Sunday Ticket *_*

Moving onwards.

In the middle of some layout changes...beware of impending ugly til I finish >_>

I need to not work the entire weekend after putting in a full 40+ workweek. No matter how much I like overtime pay.
(Though I do like the extra $$ to put towards my NYC trip--oh, Dir en grey! How I have missed thee!!!)

Also, I need to stop getting inexplicably nervous over things that do not matter. -_-

err, but I doubt anyone's actually here to read about my (relatively) mild greivences with life. Onward with the translations!

Yes, the Olympics have come and gone. Ignoring all the political overtones, it really was quite spectacular.

But the one thing that saddens me is how Light's Swimming Lessons no longer serve much purpose...

Yeah...I suck at that whole updating thing. orz...

Maybe I've been living under a rock, but how did I not know that they made an anime of "Blade of the Immortal"??

This is my all-time favorite manga ever! I'm not sure how good of a series it will be since 90% of the content really isn't...appropriate for TV. But just the idea of seeing the characters moving and hearing them speak is thrilling XD

Yay! I got around to actually posting another song. I was wicked liberal with my word choice and kinda agonized more than was necessary before I decided to post this...

So. Through a series of events that I don't quite understand, I got my old job back at GM. For more $$ at that. I don't know what exactly I'll be doing per say, only because the branch is still supposed to close in a couple of months?? Very puzzled, but sorely in need of a paycheck so I'm not gonna question this too deeply.

But, man, did 3 months seriously go by? What an agonizing waste of time...


(Oh, I plan on catching up with those mucc translations some time this week. In case anyone cares.)

I didn't think it was possible to get a stress fracture in my foot by WALKING.

Hmm...I actually thought I posted this the other day. Evidently not.

Well, I'm settling for the current layout. Mostly because LJ refuses to accept my custom CSS. I made a banner and it kept putting ads in the middle of it. I don't care enough to figure out how to fix it. I may get around to fixing up my profile a bit, should I feel so inclined later. Don't know what it is, but I feel oddly fatigued all the time lately. I've been getting about 6 hours of solid sleep every night, which is really good for me. But I'm sitting here now after drinking an entire pot of black coffee and I'm still drowsy. I can't tell if maybe I'm getting sick? Or if I'm completely immune to caffine. >_>

Also (seeing as the job hunt is filling me with woe), I still have too much time on my hands. I've filled some of it with a couple new series that I'm completely fangirling about. Except I don't actually talk with anyone about them so I guess there isn't much actual fangirling...