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Oh, and I also got an inhaler.
Nov. 5th, 2010 09:55 pmLOL Last post was so frantic, so today I'm doing it way early so I can take my time.
Yeah, so I got an inhaler yesterday. Hurray! Olua tried to send me one in the mail over a week ago and it never got here, so when I was moaning about it, she said she would send one via Priority on Wednesday. It got here yesterday. O_O; The postage sticker said "Nov. 3" on it and I was like "WTF isn't that today?" because I'd lost track of time for a bit. So after prying USPS' tape off the box -- I mean, it's good that the tape is impossible and the glue on the packages is like cement (in that it'd take a jackhammer to get it out), but I'm a bit scared of blades (I have scar on my knuckle from where I cut myself with a knife) so can you make them easier to open, USPS? Thanks. -- and ripping the thing open, I got the inhaler. I got it three days after it would have helped, but beggars can't be choosers, really.
And even if it tastes like ass (I miss the little red ones that tasted sweet), that's okay because now I won't DIE. I can dance again! ♪To dance again! I've been waiting all thesemonths years to dance again, and now at once a chance appears!♫
Speaking of dancing, ichiP!'s gonna do a thing next month at August Martin High School for someone's anime club. I'm, uh, pretty cheesed that it's at August Martin, since that's one of those so-close-but-impossible-to-get-to-on-public-transit places. It's about a ten-minute drive, but if I were to take the bus, it'd probably take a good forty-five minutes; I could walk from home and make it in comparable time. I would take a taxi, but goodness knows how much those things would charge, since they kinda like to make it up as they go and not give receipts. ANYWAY.
And in other news, it seems I'm one of the winners in the TOKYOPOP Hetalia Day contest? XD I didn't take the picture that won -- since I'm in it -- so I'm gonna try to offer some of the prize to the person who did. And something tells me that the winners chosen weren't so random (but that one from Oregon does look pretty cool), but... meh. Heh, I can totally use my TOKYOPOP tag on this entry.
( All right, meme time. )
GODFUCKINGDAMMIT of course something goes wrong to ruin today. Douchebag McCheaterface sent me an e-mail yesterday or two days ago. Whatever, he just asked how the Rally was. I summarized and I mentioned that I lost my wallet. Fine. Today, I got a reply and he was like he suggested I report my license (which was in the wallet) as missing. He was all "Speaking as a security specialist," blah blah blah.
Now, I don't often use this word, and it's kind of offensive, so I apologize in advance but
(LJ, seriously, why no blinky text?! ;A; I guess I'll just do a marquee. The way it bounces off the sides amuses me.)
One, there is no way in the world you can impress me, so you can put your fancy titles and language away right now. Two, way to sound like a pompous assface and make me not take anything you say seriously. 9_9 I mean, really, "security specialist"? What, did someone give you an extra key? You ain't in no CIA, nigga. *neck roll*
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To leave this entry on a not-sour note, holy shit, someone was Tim Lincecum for Halloween! Guess I have to get my José Reyes shit together. Anyone wanna be my David? Oh! And Theresa linked me to the first episode of Clarissa Explains It All. Ooh-ooh, and the Rangers blanked the Devils! Today's not bad after all!
Yeah, so I got an inhaler yesterday. Hurray! Olua tried to send me one in the mail over a week ago and it never got here, so when I was moaning about it, she said she would send one via Priority on Wednesday. It got here yesterday. O_O; The postage sticker said "Nov. 3" on it and I was like "WTF isn't that today?" because I'd lost track of time for a bit. So after prying USPS' tape off the box -- I mean, it's good that the tape is impossible and the glue on the packages is like cement (in that it'd take a jackhammer to get it out), but I'm a bit scared of blades (I have scar on my knuckle from where I cut myself with a knife) so can you make them easier to open, USPS? Thanks. -- and ripping the thing open, I got the inhaler. I got it three days after it would have helped, but beggars can't be choosers, really.
And even if it tastes like ass (I miss the little red ones that tasted sweet), that's okay because now I won't DIE. I can dance again! ♪To dance again! I've been waiting all these
Speaking of dancing, ichiP!'s gonna do a thing next month at August Martin High School for someone's anime club. I'm, uh, pretty cheesed that it's at August Martin, since that's one of those so-close-but-impossible-to-get-to-on-public-transit places. It's about a ten-minute drive, but if I were to take the bus, it'd probably take a good forty-five minutes; I could walk from home and make it in comparable time. I would take a taxi, but goodness knows how much those things would charge, since they kinda like to make it up as they go and not give receipts. ANYWAY.
And in other news, it seems I'm one of the winners in the TOKYOPOP Hetalia Day contest? XD I didn't take the picture that won -- since I'm in it -- so I'm gonna try to offer some of the prize to the person who did. And something tells me that the winners chosen weren't so random (but that one from Oregon does look pretty cool), but... meh. Heh, I can totally use my TOKYOPOP tag on this entry.
( All right, meme time. )
GODFUCKINGDAMMIT of course something goes wrong to ruin today. Douchebag McCheaterface sent me an e-mail yesterday or two days ago. Whatever, he just asked how the Rally was. I summarized and I mentioned that I lost my wallet. Fine. Today, I got a reply and he was like he suggested I report my license (which was in the wallet) as missing. He was all "Speaking as a security specialist," blah blah blah.
Now, I don't often use this word, and it's kind of offensive, so I apologize in advance but
(LJ, seriously, why no blinky text?! ;A; I guess I'll just do a marquee. The way it bounces off the sides amuses me.)
One, there is no way in the world you can impress me, so you can put your fancy titles and language away right now. Two, way to sound like a pompous assface and make me not take anything you say seriously. 9_9 I mean, really, "security specialist"? What, did someone give you an extra key? You ain't in no CIA, nigga. *neck roll*
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To leave this entry on a not-sour note, holy shit, someone was Tim Lincecum for Halloween! Guess I have to get my José Reyes shit together. Anyone wanna be my David? Oh! And Theresa linked me to the first episode of Clarissa Explains It All. Ooh-ooh, and the Rangers blanked the Devils! Today's not bad after all!
