Sixth Sphere

I feel like some kind of creepy gross person, lately. Not cool.

Well, fuck.

My drugs make my head hurt. I hope they don't continue to make my head hurt, because it's just not cool. And kinda smells like metal. I've never had a headache that smelled like something before.

I'm trying to write a fic. It's...interesting.

I've got a bone to pick with fandom. BJD enthusiasts, cosplayers, artists, fic-writers, etc.--all are fixated on a few games/manga or book series, and certain characters in them. I understand that these are just well-loved characters, and I wouldn't say no to a Balthier or Fran doll myself. Being recognisable is also attractive; it would suck to show up to a con, and have to explain to everyone just who the hell you're dressed up as. However, I just get bored, when time after time, there's people cosplaying as Sephiroth, and everybody wants dolls from Bleach, Naruto, Pirates... It's just really boring, especially when you're called upon to share things. When someone asks you what crazy fandoll you'd like to make if you could make anything, could y'all try and delve a little bit deeper? When 'original' answers are Tank Girl and characters from The Last Unicorn, it just makes me sad. Just...try harder, kids.

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In other news, LRR are getting, like, popular and slightly known. I don't know if I can like them anymore. I toss my overlong, side-parted bangs at you, sir! More like I loves them 4evas. Anyway, check them out. Especially this, that, and the Whatever Thing.

I smell like soy sauce. ;_;

After work, I decided to go for a ride down and along the water. Floating down the road on my newly pumped-up tires, there was not a single red light to bar my path. I turned a corner, and found myself in fog. I could barely see the side of the road as I passed the cemetary; ghostly swirls of mist rose from the ground, and each light was haloed and muted. At Clover Point, I turned off, and left my bike behind for a minute, and stood at the edge of the light, looking out. It was as though I looked upon a void; not the normal blackness of night, but a dark-grey nothing where, if you stared to long, you began to see things moving.

In other news, a guy with the worst case of moobs came in today, although he was otherwise quite cute. I'm going to hope that he's in the process of becoming a she, because otherwise...Wow, unfortunate.

Anyhow, I'm grubby and it's late. All signs indicate I should shower and sleep.

There's a largish spider chlling on our ceiling (which I am giving a WIDE berth.) Ashe is trying to leap up the wall, and crying the cat equivalent of "Mummy! Mummy! Ooooh, give it to me! Knock it down! I want it Iwantitwantitwantit!" It's pretty cute. I wish she could reach it too. Bleah.

Speaking of which, I'm randomly looking at Uvic's housing listings. It frustrates me how many people won't accept pets. I think there should be a little more leeway, because what most people mean is 'I don't want an animal that will destroy the suite or make lots of noise' (Ashe is noisy, but not loud, and she mostly only destroys people). It'd be cool if people interviewed your pet, looked at their current environment. But I guess just saying no is easier

There's really nothing more sad than an ugly baby. And the parents are all, "Zomgies! mah babby iz beautiful!" And you're all, "So...how's that denial working out for you?" Yep.

Tomorrow, Duncan leaves for Nanaimo, Zola leaves for Montana, I am getting my hair cut short, and Charlotte and I are off to see Metric! On Tuesday, I start my new job being a greenhouse peon entirely respected worker. It'll be great. I'll miss you, brief month of irresponsible youth. Not that I'm particularely responsible most of the time; it's just hard to get up to any real hijinks when you have to wake up so early.

It appears I am allergic to the sun. How very gawth of me. Curse you, genes!

[Edit] Holy hives, Batman! Sweet. Also, I carried a 20lb bag of rice + other groceries home from Sakura. My arms do that thing where you hold them out and the muscles pull them up because they've adjusted to it. I'm so nice to my body.

Care bears...Middle Earth...no...make it stop...

In other news, having ovaries sucks, blah blah blah.

Additionally, I am an asshole, Charlotte. I didn't forget, I just have trouble doing anything right now.