put your shirt back on

( The Great Big Cosplay WIP Post )

AND NOW I'M GONNA GO DRINK.

Also: If the photos end up looking needlessly massive, blame Photobucket. I can't get it to work right.

So, zeccy once asked me what I would do if we all suddenly found out that we only had one last day to live.

I'm sure the movie "Seeking Friend For The End of the World" has very witty and poignant things to say about the subject (even though I can't shake the feeling that this is just an American romcom remake of Last Night), but I have no plans on seeing that damn film, so.

I sat there for a minute, contemplating the usual answers: eating all the Krispie Kremes, lazing on the beach, drinking, carousing, and whatnot. And then I remembered my default zombie apocalypse plan, which is to jack the nicest car on the lot and drive till I run out of road. And that sounded pretty awesome.

And then I got excited by the thought of every major highway becoming a new Audubon, with all the fiery car crashes and high speed chases that a girl could want. Because fuck it. We're all gonna bite it come the next day, so why not go out trying for the land speed record?

/random

Quotes From My Day:

- "Netflix is always there for you."

- "Come on, blanket, I know you're bigger than this."

- "Why am I pouring myself tea when I have beer in the fridge?"

- "Avert your judging eyes."

- "PBR from the can tastes different from PBR on draft. Not better, though. That would imply that PBR tastes good, ever."

- "Okay, going somewhere and pretending you don't know me does not mean you go hide."

- "Oh hello, subwoofer. I missed you, so."

- "When this song came out, I just drove my car back and forth down the street, listening to it."

- "I think watching all those weird movies for my Impressionist Film class has really lowered my standards when it comes to how my TV shows buffer."

That awkward moment when you realize that you have been going to the wrong lab section for most of the semester, and no one noticed.

... four more weeks of class. I may or may not make it. -_-

Soooo, I was doing a "30 Day Drawing Challenge" that turned into a "30 Drawings Whenever I Get Around To It Non-Challenge" because I have been on the road for a total of 20+ hours in the past couple of days (and if you have never driven through north Florida? You do not know the meaning of 'boring') and this fucking weather is fucking with my joints like mad.

Speaking of joints.

I made it to my appointment with the surgeon about my shoulder, who was pretty awesome and open about what my options for treatment were. My biggest fear was that I would be brushed off with a script of "take two years of physical therapy and call me never", but apparently my MRI showed a divot in the ball of my humorous bone that could only be put there by repeated dislocations.

I don't like the idea of permanent damage, but I feel pretty fucking vindicated, let me tell you.

Bottom line is, surgery is my best option. He talked me through the procedure and the recovery process, I did my Q&A, we shook hands, I tripped on home. Later that day, they called about making an appointment for the surgery, itself. Unfortunately, they couldn't schedule as far ahead as I was requesting (see: after school lets out), so I'll call them back in a month or so to get an absolute date. But! The point is, it's happening, and I will hopefully come out of this with a WORKING SHOULDER, THANKS VERY MUCH.

Cool fact: the nurse practitioner who admitted me to the exam room ended up being an alum from my undergrad, and my major. Yay living proof that there is a career at the end of this tunnel!

Other than my appointment, I have been on the road for an RA conference. Basically, imagine 300+ extroverts packed into one room with noisemakers, kazoos, and more school chants than anyone wanted to hear, ever, and you'll have the basic idea of my experience. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun, and my presentation was well-received. But by the end of it? I was tired of people touching me, breathing around me, and just generally existing.

Some more fun facts: If you are going dancing, do NOT wear skinny jeans, no matter how cold it is, outside. Sweaty skinny jeans become a second skin that does. not. breathe.

And also: A minivan? No matter how spacious? Is not built with seven fully grown adults in mind.

Pick up the nearest book to you.

Turn to page 45.

The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

She had always been good at biding her time.

(The Stand by Stephen King)


... appropriate, I think.

Watched all three extended Lord of the Rings movies last night. Got a 3.83 GPA for the past semester. Reading Jurassic Park smut. Going home tomorrow.

Yeah, life's pretty good.

My life at the moment:

- Dodging residents and their problems, because I haven't the fucking time or the patience
- Swamped with one damn project after another
- Counting the days till I can turn off my phone and peace out for three uninterrupted days of turkey and free laundry
- Counting down the days until this fucking semester is over
- Wasting my life and/or free time playing the crack cocaine that is Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Sweet Jesus, that game is a sickness. Save yourselves.
- Getting accidentally married in said Skyrim. Yeah, idk.
- Rug burn
- That niggling feeling in the back of your skull that says that you're forgetting to do something, but you just can't figure out what it is.
- Fucking residents need to put on their big girl panties and deal. with. it.
- Had a cool story idea for the first time in... yeeeeah, cue the shame.


ANYWAY.

Oh, October. You so crazy.