tortoisegirl: (You tell 'em Walter)
-Gah, I've got half a dozen papers to work on and I keep getting sucked into the timesink that is [livejournal.com profile] ontdcreepy, then losing sleep stressing over papers and thinking shadow monsters are going to eat me. I'm pretty masochistic when it comes to devouring scary stories that I know are going to fuck with my brain. And with procrastinating on papers, thought that's nothing new.

-I'm in the process of doing my damnedest to get a passport asap, which is proving difficult because of time and money. My dad sent me info on this program with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that's sending Japanese American students to Japan this summer, and if I apply I think I have a good chance of being accepted (my sob story about not getting to live in Tokyo last year might do me some good). But I need the passport first, and the application deadline approaches. Why must they be so expensive :(

-I made a post about my fail!tattoo in [livejournal.com profile] bodymods. Responses were uniformly D: but sympathetic. A bunch of people suggested an ink allergy as the cause of the problems, which I hadn't considered before and didn't think to ask about at the shop. I have brown ink (and other colors) on my other tattoo that healed fine, but it might have been a different brand of ink. It's something I'll have to ask about when I go back in a few weeks. If it means just picking a different shade of brown (which would hopefully have a different chemical makeup) to avoid this again that would be great.

BTW, what's left of the tattoo has healed up as little rings of brown on my arm. They look like tentacle marks. Which is not what I wanted, but at least I can tell anyone who asks that I was attacked by a tiny octopus.
tortoisegirl: (Beat- Do not want)
OH MY GOD, I just accidentally put my flash drive through the washer and the dryer and it STILL WORKS. I have got so much stuff on this and I'm usually paranoid about losing it... God bless waterproof, heatproof technology. Back to the keychain with you.

(And right after I repaired the necklace that broke when it ended up the wash. See, I knew laundry was evil.)
tortoisegirl: (Leaving the Owlship)
It's 2010! Time for a post.

The semester ended with the usual amounts of stress and sleep lost over procrastinated papers, but I survived and my grades are better than expected. Better than last semester, which is a huge relief. I've got classes for the coming semester, but I still have to put down some tuition (or, y'know, wait for the financial aid to kick in) before I'm technically registered for them. I'll post about them once it's settled since I feel like I'm jinxing it otherwise.

Christmas was lovely, New Year's Eve was boring but well stocked with alcohol, New Year's Day was spent in hungover misery. My dad and his girlfriend got me a membership to the Philadelphia Art Museum! And here I was just going to use my dad's girlfriend's name to get in and hope they didn't check IDs. One disappointment is that I didn't get any cash to finance the tattoo I want, and I can't really justify spending what little money I have on it otherwise. For my birthday then, maybe.

I have a Christmas disaster story! It's not really disastrous, but certainly depressing, and things were broken. Lisa made a gingerbread house; baked all the gingerbread herself and cut out the shapes and did all the decorating, and it was going to her present to our Dad. Walking from the car to Dad's apartment Julia was carrying the house on the tray, and gods of Christmas decided that that house would not make it. Julia slipped on ice, landed on the house, and broke it into a sad pile of little gingerbread shards. Our Dad never even got to see it, and we didn't take pictures. The picture of the gingerbread house I posted earlier was the 2d one we made. Turns out my dad baked a house too there was going to be some decorating after dinner, but we ended up just taking the house home and decorating it the next day. So one house was smushed and a second one turned out bright and colorful, and they all taste the same in the end.

I saw Sherlock Holmes, which was AWESOME and Holmes and Watson were so adorable together I couldn't stop grinning for hours afterwards. I almost started explaining the concept of slash to my mom on the drive home, but she didn't seem interested when I started talking about how H & W were cute together, so I didn't go any further. But it was a lovely movie, and I really appreciated all the Tesla-esque streampunk elements, and of course RDJ is just damn fine to look at. I think I have a think for Victorian menswear, because damn everyone looked hot in those clothes. That needs to come back in style.

In unrelated news, John Frusciante has left the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which makes me cry sad, sad, tears. But! Soundgarden is getting back together, I guess the universe evens out, musically at least. I'll still be fangirling over John's solo albums. Maybe over the Peppers still, depending on what happens with the new guitarist.

Work starts up again this week (and, uh, might be where I am right now. It's boring here today.) The days off are nicer, though, when I'm actually doing something with the rest of my time.

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