Highs and Lows of the Week (11-7-05)

[Dessa]

I get chaos back this weekend. All will be good.

[kfttjdb]

I really don't know what to say here. I don't have a "list". So forgive me, I shall ramble...


I've been sick since Monday. Nauseated, vomiting sick. Every night I went to the bathroom. There's a specific reason for this, of course. Shortly after I left my LJ, she opened an account of her own. I was fine with that until we started talking again. Which triggered the sickness above. So I went back (because she was the reason I left in the first place) and told her I need her to get out of my life. Needless to say it wasn't pretty. I haven't heard from her; she hasn't called. And I feel sick again...

On a slightly lighter note, I've been distracted by my slew of screen shots. I've been manipulating them into interesting looking icons. It has pulled me away from finishing my second fic, so I have to pause. I hate leaving things incomplete.

AND ONE MORE THING: I would like to thank Drave, Gus, KuroiInu, Matamune, MetaKnight, Lovely, AF, and Sayoky for all of the IMs, emails and phone calls. You really made a difference. There are others, but my brain is fried and these people I talked to the most frequently, a couple in particular. Hope that didn't offend anyone. You all helped with all of the comments you made, no matter how insignificant. If anything else, it took my mind off of my problems for a bit. I'll stop. I need some sleep. But thank you again.

[Innle]

Likelihood of buying Lys a body (read: expensive Korean ball-jointed doll body) within the next two years = nil. Getting one for Marco? Less than nil.

My allowance is gone because daddy dearest "needs new brakes."

RANDOM FRACKING MUSCLE CRAMPS.

Knowing people are suffering, but feeling like I can't do anything since I don't know them well enough.

Yeah, I've only got lows right now. Daddy dearest decided to throw a hissy fit aimed at me tonight. I now have no allowance. Because getting something that will keep me sane rather than a bunch of comics I'll only read once is OBVIOUSLY nothing but idiotic materialism.

Oh, and this is just whiny Diethel-esque emobrat bullshit, but... I finally updated the fic and nobody noticed. WHINEWHINEWHINEYELLSCREEEEEAAAAAM. (Look, I did an impression of my dad!)

[KuroiInu]

Renna-chan:
-I'm very glad that I could help you, if only a tiny bit. I hope things start going better for you soon.
- Update you fanfiction! *glowy eyes*
Yes... I've been reading. Love how you wrote Hana, by the way. ^-^
But the story is... very, very sad.

Highs:
-Still this picture!!! Team the Ren... gone gangsta? XD O___o'
-I think I might finally be getting un-sick. Yes, the same illness I've had since before Halloween. I haven't been sick, exactly, but last week my throst still closed up, and it was painful to swallow a lot of things.

Lows:
-I haven't been on SKU lately...
-School. T-T Kuroi wants all A's. And knows that she won't get them. Not becuase she doesn't do her work, not because she's stupid- but because she is one of the most unorganized people on the face of the earth. Okay, so... that is stupidity. But... T-T
-Renna-chan is not feeling well.

Neutral:
-I'm not doing great myself... Oh well. I'll get over it...
-Live Journal is both fun and not-fun.

[Drave]

@ Renna: <3 for you, my dear. Anytime.

Highs:
-The bookstore FINALLY got Death Note vol. 05 in stock. Also bought D.Gray-man vol 01, which is spiffy.
-I finally have a graphing calculator. Which means I can finally do my work. Which gives me a 0.3% chance of passing Alg 02! <---maybe.
-My recent spendings have earned me this spiffy blue Aero sweater-hoodie, and this equally spiffy white blazer-hoodie-thing. I love winter fashion.
-My friend Nicole's chilli cook-off party was f**king awesome. but her brother walked in on me changing |3. according to his completely drunk self, I look nice (how flattering)?
- Metric's newest CD, Live It Out. LOVE. I've been listening to it non-stop. (how could I have forgotten THAT?!)

Lows:
-Can't think of any. What a good week this has been.

EDIT: Forgot a high. Psh.