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Monday, November 12th, 2007
1:11 pm	Return from the Crusades Oy, what an event! Ryu and I got such a late start Thursday afternoon, we figured we wouldn't get to site in time before troll closed, so we did a layover at my folks' place! So we didn't get to Winkelman until a little after noon on Friday, which was alright. Tatsuyo and Kat showed a little later, followed up by Meadow, Stegasis, and a new friend of theirs, Sarah. We all got our tents set up and were going to put up the lamps that Christopher sent with us when we realized that he didn't pack any propane for us to light them with! Silly squid... But Friday night was good fun anyway! Kat and I got drunk, I got me a mug of hot apple pie cider, thanks to Magnus' much appreciated contribution, and went and performed with Meadow and Stegasis one of their songs at the bardic competition (good thing I was drunk... I think). There really wasn't overly-much going on otherwise. I talked a lot with Ryu when we'd gone to bed that night (most of it I don't reeeaaallly remember, but I know I didn't say anything I'd regret - I always have that much awareness when drunk), and apparently said a couple of things that made him feel all gooey inside. :) Saturday was good (before it got dark). Meadow entered his first rapier competitions, and he did rather well! None of the House was prepared for hard-suiting, but Ryu and I had brought our archery equipment for the practice sessions. He has a new Japanese bow, where the bow is so tall, the handle is off-center, so the archer can fire it without the bottom tip dragging on the ground. That caused quite a bit of curiosity with all the European folk. :) Over all, the day's activity consisted of dodging bees attracted by all the drink left sitting out. Saturday night, however, was... not so good. A new house camped next to us, Bear-Wolf, consisted of college-age folk as well, so we formed a temporary alliance of friendship. That night, we all brought out food for the potluck, one of the Bear-Wolf guys supplying deer meat! Ryu was cooking all the meat and I was keeping busy trying to clear enough space for the food to sit, while everyone else got in the way and got drunk. Gotta love it! But Meadow was calling for shots every couple of minutes and got incredibly wasted. By the time dinner was over and I'd changed clothes more suitable for dancing, he was trying to head-butt people. When we all left to watch the belly dance competitions, I realized Meadow and Kat weren't with us. Quite soon we found out why... Kat came running up to us, telling how Meadow had wandered off to the Baronial camp (which was right next to ours), and had fallen into the fire pit. Thankfully, the Baron, Gunnar, was right there, and is incredibly fast for a giant gnome. Meadow got nothing worse than a few singed hairs. But when he fell in, instead of trying to escape the fire, he started to count! Then he tried to escape Gunnar grasp and jump back into the pit, exclaiming that he was trying to do a fire dance. Gunnar then tripped him backwards and pinned him to the ground until he stopped struggling. The folk at the Baronial camp had just finished making sure he'd survive when Ryu and I had just ran up to make sure Meadow was okay. So Ryu and I spent a good amount of the night keeping vigil outside Meadow's tent to make sure he kept breathing. A little afterward, Stegasis and Sarah showed up to grab more to drink and a quick recap of how Meadow was doing (notice the order I put those two objectives?). Then Sarah started yelling at Meadow to get is lazy ass out of bed. When I told her to be quite, she told me, “Fuck no! He needs to get his fucking ass up! Look, I probably care more about Meadow than anyone else here…” blah blah blah. Not sure what else she might have said; my vision had gone rather red and hazy by that time. But then she started to say, “Ryu, dude, I know this is your camp, but-“. “That’s right. It *is* my camp.” His tone brooked no argument, and she (drunk as she was) wisely refrained from challenging his authority. I sat with Ryu outside the tent he’d supplied for Tweedle-Dee, Tweedle-Dumb (names gratefully supplied by Magnus), and their dumb bitch friend to use, trying to figure out how to keep such problems from arising again, when –Dumb started throwing up. In the tent. Awesome. At least he was on his side, so we didn’t have him choking to death on his own vomit. Ryu eventually sent me to bed at about 11, and followed about an hour after. He and I woke up bright and early at 7, cleaned camp, and resumed our vigil. Essentially, this time we were waiting for a Kingdom authority to come and reprimand us all, but thankfully the Baron had cleared up any problems, freeing us from Kingdom dealings. I love that man. When Meadow awoke, he cleaned up his mess, and apologized to the Baronial camp, and they forgave and forgot the whole incident. I love our Barony. The rest of the day passed without incident, with lots of dust, and with Meadow fighting with an immense hangover. Well, at least we know what to discuss at the next House meeting! The protocol of inviting guests to camp with the House, and possible rationing of alcohol to be enforced! Woo. I love being House Matron. ... Okay, not really. Current Mood: tired (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 5th, 2007
11:58 am	Not while I still have my will... ... and, damn, but my will is mighty! I love having epiphanies. I'm not a very intellectual person, so it usually takes me a full day (if I get a good figure-stuff-out conversation with someone, and just mull it over) to figure out where I stand and why I feel that way. Granted, it usually takes some huge event to get me to delve deep. And during that time, I'm also usually coping with the seven stages of grief (acceptance, anger, bargaining, denial, despair, fear, and shock, in no particular order since everyone goes through them differently). Gotta love multitasking! And gotta love doing it over a relationship at 1500 miles away. Now, I'm not going to go into details because for almost all of my friends, it is impossible for them to understand, wonderful as they are! But the past few weeks have been a hell of a roller-coaster, and Tobyn and I have taken turns at causing trouble, as is our nature, so it's not just him being a dirty bastard. But believe me when the spark of an attraction can blind one to the bonfire of a relationship a thousand miles away. My order of grief is shock (up to half an hour), despair (a few hours), bargaining and fear go hand in hand for a very short while until I manage to yell at myself to stop it (since I fall into a loop of, "It's all my fault. He's leaving me because I think like that. It's all my fault..." which tends to circle and feed upon itself), then anger (which is the longest period so far). After a day or so, I reach acceptance, in which I'm able to discuss civilly, and with some iota of emotion. I never seem to touch on denial... if I do, it's very minute. But anger and acceptance almost seem to overlap - Aly has told me that one of the days I'd seemed to be in the best mood ever was the day after one of the largest arguments with Tobyn I'd ever had. I enter a stage of utter I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck, and if the world were to end then and there, my only regret would be that it wasn't destroyed by my hand. I know my faults, and I am very happy for that, because I know what I want to change in myself for the better. I once used to think I was ugly and stupid. Due to Tobyn's and Aly's crusade of getting me out of that mindset, I now think I'm damn hot, thank you very much! In fact, when people ask if there was only one thing I would change about myself, none of it is physical. Granted, being hit on by guys (and a few girls) helped me to realize that. After all, so many strangers can't be *that* stupid. Can they? ... We won't answer that now. As for my intelligence, there are a few factors to consider. There is street-wise, book-wise, wisdom in general, and willingness to make mistakes. Street-wise, I may or may not have any idea what's going on, but I'm generally good at keeping myself out of trouble. Book-wise, depends on the subject. Wisdom... I have my moments, and damn are they nice. Mistakes... ah, there's the big sticker subject. That's what must change next. I used to have such an ungodly fear of making mistakes it was crippling. It might still be to some extent. I think it goes hand-in-hand with a fear of failing, which is horrible for group activities. It's made it so Tobyn is almost afraid to do sports with me, since my temper at losing isn't enjoyable, even to myself. There is where I think D&D is good for me. My characters have died so many times (I'm on my 7th, and it hasn't been a year yet!), and every time we gather for poker, I have no hope of winning! But each has happened so many times that I've stopped getting upset over it (with poker, I was just glad to have not been the first out!). At my third character's death, I started getting mad, but after that it started to become a game to see how long I'd live or how fast I'd die! Well, now I'm rambling! Which is precisely how I come to my epiphanies. Tuesday was chock full of them, having hit a rough spot the night before. I spoke with my mother-unit lengthily on the matter, coming to eventual realizations and decisions. Other times, I'd brood on the subject, and having my sudden moments of absolute assurance on how I felt on certain things. The first being how how much I truly do love Tobyn, and that I won't let such difficulties destroy that. I'd been also working through if him moving here was a good idea or not, but misunderstandings over the phone are incredible things, as I'd gotten the impression he wasn't sure. Even before that had been cleared up, I'd decided that I wasn't afraid of living with him (as all manner of sad things could happen, should we not be able to work together). And there was where my bout of wisdom peeked in. "And we can either balk away from this opportunity afraid of what might go wrong, or we can go into it waiting for something to go wrong, or we can just enjoy ourselves until something wrong makes itself known" And with that spur of the moment realization, Tobyn had his own. That my lack of faith in myself was what was causing the largest amount of issue. After all, who wants to spend all their time around someone who is depressing and negative, even a little bit? So there is my new goal in life: to improve my mental self! So there is my wandering rant that follows no road. And I hope I haven't scarred you too much! Current Mood: peaceful (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 16th, 2007
11:17 am	Do I ever make short entries? Hoe. Lee. Carp. I'm at work. The doors have been open for barely 45 minutes and I'm already pretty cranky. Yay! We were supposed to have copying and printing on a paying system by... yesterday. They set everything up and were testing it and the system apparently imploded. Printing might not even try to work, or paying would freeze the entire setup. Sooo... Last night and this morning were apparently spent frantically trying to get the system back to as it was, even if it's just limping. Which it is. Our Ikon rep is going to be busy. Circulation desk (any part of it that deals with patrons anyway) has moved to the Reference desk. It *could* be a good setup, if it wasn't so inconvenient to us in the way of keeping up with work. Since whoever happens to be on checkout isn't in the department proper anymore, there's a lot of downtime for that person. Sitting around, doing mundane pointless crap in between doing proper work, and not being able to help keep on top of checking books in, and then sorting them out. Between check-in, finalizing book processing, and reserves copying, the circ desk eventually gets swamped. Especially since a great deal of the current staff are newbies and don't quite get things done in a prompt manner. To put it politely. At least the job isn't boring. Far from it! In fact, this place keeps you on your toes to the point of driving you up the wall so you can claw your way outside then set the building on fire. And every once in a while you get a really good question. Like, what channel is NBC on? Or, are there any public speakers in Flagstaff this week? My answers: "Surf until you find it", and, "you're doing this for fun?! The f*ck is your problem?!" Good thing I never actually said those things. But earlier a woman came up with a list of words. She had to find sentences with those words in them, and couldn't just make them up. So she wanted to know where she could go to find such things. She even listed off a few of them, for some reason. I told her a dictionary was good for sample sentences like that and sent her on her way. Then Trey and I proceeded to use some of those words to make up our own sentences. "The printing system is being very *inconvenient*." "The lack of paying is a *supreme* pain in my ass." Fun stuff. At least there were bills I could work on while at this miserable desk. You can come across a wide variety of names. I like to keep an eye out for a good one that I might want to use as my SCA name, 'cause I'm special like that. Or there are names good for a laugh. Athman, for one. And yes, I'm bored enough to suck every last bit of amusement from it. Athman. I've never had a lisp, but sometimes I think like I do. There is one ... slight advantage to having to sit at the reference desk (and I'm pushing it, here). You get a great view of all the surrounding patrons at the computers. Place bets to see how long that person will sit on MySpace looking at strangers' profiles, or glare at someone you just know is ogling porn. But you also get prime vantage point for looking at the special looking folk. I may be able to contain myself if I have to interact with or around really strange folk, but that doesn't mean I'm not screaming, "Oh, my holy freaking gods, GROSS!!!" on the inside. It's almost like being at an airport, really. You have the innocent oddballs, like the man who's here for hours everyday, doing research, and all the while wearing sound-dampening earmuffs. Or there was one man, looked a bit emo/punk-rock, who wore a studded leather jacket, tight jeans, and half-empty rolls of duct tape all up his arms, with a baseball cap with the tags still on it. Sometimes there's a really pretty guy that walks through... as long as he doesn't talk, it makes me happy (talking tends to reveal the lack of intelligence behind his pretty face). But usually the folk here are... gag-me-with-a-spoon ugly. Like the girl who just walked by... She looked squishy all over without being properly fat. She had no neck and no curves and was carrying a small bag of donuts. Wonder how she got pudgy...? Ah well. At least we have a stash of chocolate back here. Granted, it was originally intended to placate the masses upon discovery of paid printing. Now we have to placate the workers for lack of it! Current Mood: annoyed (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 15th, 2007
11:58 am	Giant Survey of DOOM! 1) first name: Liz 2) middle name: Ann 3) age: 22 4) birthday: October 1st 5) height: 5'6”ish 6) hair color: Brown 7) eye color: Um... green, or blue, or grey... with orangy gold in the middle! 8) ethnicity: “Dude, I'm white!” 9) do you have braces: Not for a while... bane of existence... 10) is your hair long or short: Long 11) where were you born: Phoenix, AZ 12) current location: Flagstaff 13) zodiac sign: Libra 14) how many languages do you know: Does backwards count? 15) what languages would you like to learn: Japanese... and Stegasis has me interested in Gaelic 16) naturally straight or curly hair: Straight 17) bad habits: Picky at stuff, lack of gumption (to put it elegantly) 18) piercings you have: Five in me ears! 19) piercings you want: No more for now. But if I do, it'll prolly be in the ears. 20) tattoos you have: Not allowed... 21) tattoos you want: ...which is okay, since I don't want any. 22) today's date: May 15, 2008... er7. 2007. I r smrt! 23) the time: 10:23am 24) are you still in school: Summer classes... w00t.. 25) overall gpa: High enough to get a scholarship, apparently 26) favorite grade: The little gold star teachers used to give out 27) least favorite grade: College. 28) favorite subject: Fantasy stuffage 29) least favorite subject: Anything starting with, “Liz, we need to talk...” 30) play any sports on the school's team: I played badminton in high school... but nothing else 31) are/were you popular: Not overall, but I think the folk I hang out with aren't just tolerating me to make Mandy happy 32) favorite dance: Belly!!! 33) least favorite dance: The gnomish ones from WoWcrack... scary... FAVORITES 34) number: 4 35) clothing brand(s): Whoever makes harem pants. And that leather bodice of mine... 36) shoe brand(s): Airwalk... holy crap, yay. 37) saying: “Scum-sucking son of a cleric gnome!” (Name of gnome in question is G'bitch) 38) tv show: Mythbusters 39) sport(s) to play: Hitting a ball with a stick in baseballesque fashion... just no running. I's lazy. 40) sport(s) to watch: Does hardsuit count? 41) vegetable: Broccoli, bathed in cheese! 42) fruit: Them little Cutie oranges... hate the name though... 43) movie: Too many to list! But they're all guaranteed to have a scene I find too watch just once. 44) magazine: None really... mebbe something with computer gaming stuff... 45) actor: Rowan Atkinson 46) actress: I'll say Alice Krige, the Borg Queen from Star Trek:First Contact. Gotta give props to anyone who can give me such sexual confusion! 47) candy: Dark chocolate... it makes me feel sexy. :) 48) gum: Juicy Fruit... just for the first few seconds' flavor. Other than that, it hurts too much. 49) candy bar: Whatchamacallit! 50) ice cream flavor: Cookie dough! /drool 51) junk food: Doritos... Cooler Ranch! 52) scent: The desert after a good rain. 53) color(s): Dark green 54) season: Spring 55) holiday: Halloween! 56) singer(s): Eric Carrol... /glomp! 57) group(s): Therion 58) rapper(s): Um... none applicable? 59) type of music: I'm not good with genres, but so far not jazz or hiphop. 60) thing in your room: My shaman/druid/witch outfit! So freakin' awesome and getting better! 51) place to be: Anyplace with good friends and fun times! And Wars are good for both! 62) tv channel: G4 63) overall food: Meat... give me meat! 64) store: GameStop/EBGames 65) fast food: KFC with Taco Bell in a very close second 66) restaurant: Stupid Tobyn mentioning Daniel's Broiler in Seattle.... waaaaant! Otherwise, it's Applebees... which is infinitely cheaper, too. Just can't get a shake there; too much for too little! 67) time of day: Surprisingly enough, early morning. 68) state: /grumble ... I suppose Washington doesn't suck that bad... 69) boys name: Daniel, 'cause of an awesome science teacher I had in middle school 70) girls name: Kaelyn, the only woman I want to be as manly as, a character from Betrayal in Antara 71) shampoo: I'll admit, I like flowery- or fruit-smelling kind... 72) car: I like PT Cruisers... Motorcycles are nice, too... Kawasaki ZX-14... /drool.. 73) word: Gobbledegook! Or “gobble a duke” as Baldrick puts it... 74) month: October, has my birthday starting it, and Halloween ending it! 75) team: Diamondbacks... when they started out, anyway THIS OR THAT 76) hot or cold: Hot 77) winter or summer: Summer 78) spring or fall: Spring 79) summer Olympics or winter Olympics: Summer 80) skiing or snowboarding: Skiing 81) rollerblading or skateboarding: Rollerblading, scary as it is... 82) black or white: Black 83) orange or red: Red 84) yellow or green: Green 85) purple or pink: Purple 86) Hot Topic or Pac Sun: Hot Topic 87) inside or outside: Outside... gotta roll save vs. sunburn, tho... 88) weed or alcohol: Weed's for killin'. And whoever's got it is going to die if I smell it in the apartment one more time. 89) cell phone or pager: I like my bitty phone! It's got a mirror on the front! 90) pen or pencil: Pencil's are good 'cause you can erase them. 91) Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Trek 92) tattoos or piercings: Depends on the tastefulness. 93) prep or punk: Punk, since I don't have a radical compulsion to kill them on sight. PRIVATE LIFE 94) do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: Yepper! 95) do you have a crush: Maaaayyybe. 96) do you love anyone right now: Yepper! 97) have you ever been in love: ... Does the current “in love” status not count, then? 98) how many people have you kissed: On the lips? 7... wow, so few?... must be more... 99) who was your first kiss: I think it was Omar in 2nd grade... 100) how many hearts have you broken: Definitely one. Mebbe more through sheer unavailability... 101) how many people broke your heart: None, I think... not to say I haven't been hurt... 102) do you go by looks or personality: Personality... they can be cute, but if they're mean, they're ugly. 103) ever kiss a friend: Yep yep! 104) are you still friends: 'Course! 105) do you smoke cigarettes: Ew, gag me with a wooden spoon, no! 106) do you smoke weed: Remember that whole little weed=death bit in #88? 107) beer - good or bad: Yucky... 108) do you like wine coolers: Yum, gimme! 109) do you like Smirnoff Ice: Yep 110) prefer water or alcohol: Um, vodka looks like water... Okay, okay, I like water. WOULD YOU EVER 111) bungee: Maaaayyybe... 112) sky dive: Hehehe... Only if I get booted out or if the floor falls out from under me. Dan's set the standards, here. 113) swim with dolphins: Yes 114) scuba dive: Yes 115) go rock climbing: I'll try not to get stuck this time... 116) lie to the police: Not outright, but I like loopholes... 117) run from the police: Only if Garrett managed to get accepted. 'Cause if he caught me, I'd die. 118) lie to your parents: Me? Lie to them? Never! /puppy-dog eyes! 119) walk up to a stranger and kiss them: Only at War, 'cause I'm pretty sure I won't get mauled by a jealous girlfriend there... She'd prolly just demand I kiss her too! 120) walk out of a restaurant without paying: Nope, that's not nice. FRIENDS 121) best friends: Aly and Tobynite! With almost everyone else a very close second. I'm not friends with folk I don't truly like. 122) known longest: Of the folk I regularly see, Aly. 123) wish you talked to more: All of them... 124) wish you saw more: See above. I'm horrible with keeping in contact. 125) how many friends do you think you have: A few! ... Wow, why did I find that surprising? 126) who drives you insane after a while: Everyone? Just takes different amounts of time... I's an only child after all! I need my leave-me-the-hell-alone time! 127) who can you stay around forever and never get sick of: No one, not even myself! 128) ever lose a good friend because you started dating: Nope! 129) craziest: Depends... Tobyn's good for wacky randomness, but if you need someone to chug a 2 liter bottle of soda, you come to my Sunday night D&D group... Crazy folk! 130) loudest: Ryan. No contest. 131) shyest: Meadow or Chris... it took them both the longest to get accustomed to me. 132) best hair: I loved Drew's hair style (from my Thursday night D&D), but Stegasis's hair is long! Fun! 133) can always make you laugh: Hmm... hard to pin down just one... Really, anyone with witty humor... 134) best eyes: Me. /strikes a pose. 135) tallest guy: Exton's pretty tall.. 136) talented: Mandy makes good shinies... Then there's Aly with her stupid 2 majors in only 4 years crap... wenches, the lot of 'em! 137) best singer: Hmm... I guess I'm gonna have to say Tobyn, since all my other friends are either tone-deaf or have never sung in front of me! HAVE YOU EVER 138) flashed someone: Hehe, yeah... it was so damn funny... 139) mooned someone: Yeah... that was funny, too... 140) told the person you liked how you felt: I tend not to. I don't need the complications. 141) been to Michigan: Yep! Had a great-grandmother living there 142) gotten really REALLY wasted: Not really REALLY wasted.. I mean, I did black out a bit.. and was all sorts of hung over in the morning... Nothing a bit of tea and hardsuit-watching couldn't fix! 143) gone to jail: Nope 144) skateboarded: Does standing on it all unsteadily-like count? 145) skinny dipped: Yes, and it is *awesome*! 146) stolen anything: A thing of TikTacs when I was a bittyling. 147) kicked someone's ass: Yep! Granted, I was more vicious when I was younger, and didn't worry so much about hurting them, after all, it was the intent. 148) pegged someone in the head with a snowball: Yeah... then I ran like hell and was still caught. 149) gotten into a bar, under-aged: Yeah, I was 8 and my dad's good friend owned the bar. All the Shirley Temples I could handle! 150) kissed someone of the same sex: Three this year! 151) gone on a road trip: Several, actually 152) gone on vacation without parents/guardian: I can leave them home alone... it's okay. 153) been to a concert: Yes 154) been to another country: Two! 155) talked back to an adult: What youngling hasn't? But then there were those encounters with my supervisor... But that was more yelling in his face. 156) got pulled over: Not yet... 157) got in a car accident: Stupid icy road... Thankfully nothing got crunchied. 158) broken a law: ... Why can't I think of a proper law? I've kept weaponry in my dorm room, but that's not law-breaking... 159) given money to a homeless person: No 160) cried to get out of trouble: I don't remember doing it... I remember compromising if I got in trouble... (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 5th, 2007
1:49 pm	Stay away from me Now, doesn't that title make you feel unloved? Imagine a whole class (professor included) feeling that way. All over a little pink-eye. Caught your attention didn't it? Bet you're backing away now, too. But do you know the whole deal. Hell, no, you don't. The pink-eye everyone dreads is the contageous disease, where contact has to be made (in a roundabout way) eye to eye. I touch my eye, then that doorknob. You touch that doorknob then your eye and, badda-bing badda-boom, you's gots pink-eye! Now, the reason why whole class-rooms of kids would get it is 'cause... well, they're kids. We're talking about bitty folk that use snot as sustenance, so they aren't too uptight on cleanliness. When you're careful, and make sure you don't touch your eyes and keep your hands cleen, all is good and well. Pink-eye doesn't float through the air. You can't get it from standing near me, touching me (outside of the eye-area, but if you wash your hands and not touch your eyes, you can do all the eye-poking you want), and you can't get it from *looking* me in the eye. When someone starts taking medicated eye-drops they are incapable of spreading it very soon after. Within 24 hours or so (behaving and not recontaminating the eyes), it's essentially gone. Now, here's my story. I had something stuck under my eyelid. For 13 hours. My eye got all sorts of scratched up. What happens to wounds? They get infected if you're unlucky. I was unlucky. So my eyes (trying desperately to dislodge the bit) were watering, gooey, and red all day. Despite eye drops and flushing my eyes with water, the bit just thought my eyelid was too cozy to leave. So I decided to go to sleep and let my eye work it out overnight. When I woke up, the bit was gone, but my eyes were encrusted shut. All the gooey stuff had to go somewhere, right? Well, went to the on-campus health center (sucky as it is), got medicated eye-drops, and didn't touch my eyes once. Because they didn't itch. Thus, not true pink-eye, just infection from getting the shit scratched out of one (the other got infected due to direct transfere of me rubbing my eyes trying to get the bit out - so I had the moist contamination on my hands, but I don't make it a habbit to rub other peoples' eyes). But no matter. I've been taking the drops for three days now, and they're pretty much all healed. Also, I haven't been touching them, and if I do, it's to clean them and then I was my hands. Besides, I'm not going to be rubbing sand in your eyes and then goober my own eye snot all over yours. So, to recap. Yes, I had pink-eye. No, I'm not contageous. Now stop backing away. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
2:09 am	I'm about to become an incredibly wrathful person. With a subwoofer and base tester. For every night I'm forced to stay up as late as they like, they're forced awake at the hour I am. Current Mood: Smoldering (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 8th, 2006
2:31 pm	No lookie!! Well, you can look if you wanna... I'm at work, there's nothing left to do, and I'm feeling creative, writing-wise. So, this is going to be an entry from everyone's favorite fuzzy cow, Maalir. :) I joined the Wandering Souls, oh, I don't know how long ago... Probably in my early or mid 20s... Tthat was when I'd met my first Wandering Soul in a group that gathered to assault the Wailing Caverns. One of the group members was easily distracted, and the other two constantly bickered. This one Wandering Soul, and I feel horrible and not remembering his name, and I whispered to eachother, trying to keep eachother calm by joking about the others. Finally the group gave up and we disbanded. My newfound friend quickly took me aside and, deciding that I was an intelligent person, asked if I would like to join his guild. I was flattered, but somewhat nervous - I'm a very solitary creature, you see, being a druid and whatnot. I'm not very good at social matters and tend to stick to myself and have my quiet days. But, I accepted and soon met the rest of the guild! At this point, there were about a dozen members, all of them extremely nice and gracious. I met the two guildmasters Eatem and Atohne, two Forsaken whose brains had been accidentally switched when they were put back together after a tragic bat-flight accident. Eatem, the woman in the man's body, is an ice mage now, and her husband Atohne is a priest: holy, I believe. Many others have come and gone since then, and I'm 60 now, and have done numberous Zul'Gurrub raids with the guild, many of who are also 60th season. The Wandering Souls has various alliances with other guilds, friends who left our guild for other, more intense raiding guilds, and guilds that disbanded to join us. Dranlu, for example, was once a Soul, who left for a guild called Mischief. I consider him a good friend, and he sometimes gives me something he's found on his travels. Shaine, another wonderful Soul, has been with us her whole life, and mails me odd little gifts, such as lint or unconscious rats... Then there's my love, a troll rogue named Karagi. "A troll and tauren couple?" you say... Yah, I'm not sure how it worked out, but we love eachother! Sometimes we go out to frustrate an enemy, sneaking deep into their camp and bringing down their leader without any of them being alerted. We've taken a couple of tours of Teldrassil, sneaking past the night elven Sentinels of Darnassus. So far, the most dangerous place I've ever been was Zul'Gurub, battling along side many other Wandering Souls and our allies. I hope to someday soon go to the more dangerous caverns of the Blackrock Spire, the home of the corrupted black dragonflight, and Ahn'Quiraj, the fortress built by the alien insects created by an angry demon god from long ago. And hopefully soon, I'll have found myself all of the Wildheart armor... Only three left to go! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 6th, 2006
12:09 pm	>.> ... <.< BWAHAHAHAAA!!!! *runs across buck naked* STREEAAAKIIINNGGG!!! WEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee...... ...eeeeeeEEEEEEE!!!!! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 11th, 2006
8:38 am	... I'm pissed. I was dreaming all night of being at work. So when my alarm clock went off this morning, I was confused. Then pissed. I get to relive the whole six-hour tedium all over again. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
1:47 am	Oblivioning! Ah, to keep the Dark Brotherhood alive and become the Grey Fox all in one day! It's quite exciting really... But now there's not too much for me to do with those guilds anymore... After all, I've already helped save Tamriel from daedric invasions. Perhaps I'll look into the Mage's and Fighter's Guilds? Never been in the Fighter's Guild before... But my duties to the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves' Guild will give me something to do every now and again. Especially as the Grey Fox... I don't think I'll ever get tired of every guard in the city being alerted to my presence, running up and going "You're wanted for... for... For all sorts of things!" Ah, how flustered they sound! :) Then they'll find out I'm also the most skilled assassin in all of Cyrodiil. Oops. ;) That's not to say I'm not a nice person, however! Just because I kill and steal for pay, I don't ignore the truely needy! Today, for example, a woman's husband went missing, and implored me to find him. Well, he'd been captured and imprisoned on an island to be hunted by some rather sick people with a bit too much money to spend. And I ended up in the same situation. I managed to cut down the hunters, but our captor cut the poor man down before I could reach him. But Mister Jerk is now out of comission, due to lack of limbs... and head. He made me mad that I couldn't save the old man, and he should know better than to make a kitty angry. 'Specially a kitty with a flame-enchanted broadsword. ... I think I'm going to go fluster the guards some more! }:) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
10:29 am	Twitch, scream, and kill. 2 HOURS!! 2 FREAKING HOURS!!!! Two days ago, Penny asked me to search the ENTIRE library for a book with a call number of E902 blah blah blah (listed on the spine of the book usually). Some stupid professor visiting from overseas borrowed it and lost it. He was quite adamant in claiming he turned it in. So Penny, trying to have everything we could possibly do for him done, asked me to search the ENTIRE library (which is three floors, mind), for every general book with a 902 after the initial letter. That means A902 to Z902, going from the third floor to the first, just in case the E902 ended up with another _902. I checked Oversize, Current Reading, and Reference with no luck. Granted I got lots of dancing in what with the jiggy music I was listening to, but I was still sad there was no book to be found! So an email was sent to the guy, stating the library did a thorough search (yay, I'm a library), but to no avail and if he could please recheck his home. He found it. HE FUCKING FOUND IT! TWO HOURS!!! GYAH!!! In other news... Noss iuo Ezi vaseoca iuo ser bela n'queirwc el lda w'qut un e del! Rul agaquiura ec cu v'quega uqu evza. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
8:33 am	lis speek inglish gud! Aw, hell, I hardly speak English anymore! Pretty much anything starting with "sketthi moore" is bound to have a whole long sentence of gibberish behind it. That's Firefly! Ya jackasses and your Chinese swearing! Also, "fetcher" is becoming a bit more common than I'd like. But now, just "fetch" is taking over my "fuck"s! Which is good on a visiting-mom basis, despite the word not existing to my knowledge in the land of Tamriel (Oblivion, for ya'll not in the know!) "Baca ohna"'s becoming rare... I kind of miss the days where "sweet Takhisis" and "Kor's teeth" were my utterances, much to my high school teachers' confusion (and probably, for some of them, dismay; my high school was teh suck!) ... Does anyone know the rules behind punctuation around a parenthesis? I'm sure I'm doing it wrong all the time! AN' AN' AN'... I GET MY KODO 2.0 TODAY!! At least, I'd better, or Naxxramas, the floating citadel of ultimate undead and demonic horrors, will be no match as to what my wrath will be like!! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 21st, 2006
12:49 pm	BWAHAHA!! My evil plan is comming to fruition! "Which plan, High Mistress Liz?" you might say. "You have so many!" Well, my little minion of doom, I shall indulge you! My evil plan to pretend to be nice to Brad! 'Cause today, Penny said Brad gave me a very high compliment... Something about how I've been much better lately and that he wouldn't mind recomending me a place with the LA IIs! BWAHAHAHA!!! Soon I shall be one of the LA IIIs and take over the library!! Hehe... Being the world's greatest actress is difficult, but ohhhhh is it worth it, seeing him think I'm being kinder and more submissive to him. Ah, how wrong he is... If only he knew my mind and what I say outside of work... and when he's at lunch. Hell, yesterday I stuck my tongue out at him when he just turned his back, and Sarah saw. She snorted. :) Ah... Soon I shall be High Mistress Liz of the Library of Absolute Suckage, and close it to patrons forever! If they want a book, they know what the call number is, and we ain't fetching stuff just for them to look at, niether! And anyone who asks for E99s, Ms, or Ns, get branded with an 'A' for Asshole! 'Cause they are. And when I'm tired of working, we close! AND I will make it mandatory for all the student employees to spend at least half of their work hours doing liesurly activities, like gossiping, surfing the internet, hunting children, etc. I love my job. }:) Current Mood: Eeeeviiiillll.... (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
9:48 pm	Idubitably! That's such an awesome word... So is "zamboni". "Like, 'superfluous' - or you can do it backwards; 'Balls!'"(X-Play). Gazeebo. Tryptophan! Awesome word there... My friend Andrea really likes "spoon". 'Cause of the "oo" part. It's nice how some of those words really flow... or are just fun to say! I had "tryptophan" stuck in my head one day... Went skipping about work singing it in my head. Lollapalooza! That's a fun one! "Brouhaha"'s my mom's favorite... Awesome words... (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 9th, 2006
1:57 am	Tobyn: Knock knock... Liz : Who's there? Orange. Orange who? Knock knock. Who's there? Orange! Orange who? Oh, wait I already screwed that up... Knock knock! Yeah, Tobyn's border-line drunk. And can't stop laughing. I don't know why he's laughing. And snorting. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 29th, 2006
5:48 pm	Tomorrow will be one giant quest chain... Get car to Checker Auto Buy battery Drive to post office Get mail Notify mailers of change of address Go swimming Go shopping Side quest: Get proper internet I love my poor little car. And the internet. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, June 23rd, 2006
1:42 pm	MOOOOOLLLLD!!1 So, we got a fair number of books that have mold growing on them! Like, fuzzy, something-in-the-back-of-the-fridge, brush-it's-fur-and-call-it-Fluffy mold. Penny put them in ziplock bags, printed out a list of the books moldified and asked me to put each book with it's info page. And since she'd touched the books and *then* the bags, the bags were icky, too! So I got to play with toxic bags and make the cart and papers toxic, too! Then wash my hands with Clorox wipes, which say on the back to not use for personal hygene... So, I'm gonna die either way! Yay!! But so is Trey, so... Rejoice!! :) (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
9:55 pm	How to Close a Library Finally decide you'll take your 45 minute break during your 6 hour work period (Starting at 8:10). Spend 15 minutes getting Taco Bell and brining it back to work to enjoy in the break room. Watch Ed, Edd, n' Eddy till about 8:40 (with 15 minutes leftof break) because the fire alarm is now going off. Chase the oblivious people out of the second floor computer lab (especially the spawnling that shouldn't be there anyway. Escort everyone out, then herd them across the street and out from under the library's eaves, thank you very much, so they don't immediately die in the event of an explosion. Wait 15 minutes. Before the first cop comes blazing up. And away. Wait ten more minutes for a firetruck to arrive. Bash on work and (at that exact moment) Penny, before shutting your big fat flapping mouth just in time for her to not hear you as she comes up. Point her in the direction of Brad (who has been yelling at the building for some reason), smile sweetly, wave, and continue bashing. At 9:20 go back inside and START CLOSING!!! W00t!!! Be driving home, cackling loudly because the 15 minute bell wouldn't be ringing yet! So what happened? We've been getting what we thought were false alarms from the "Penthouse" (air intake, or something like that) section of the library for the past few days. Since there was nothing visibly wrong, we told the alarm to shut up and would continue on our merrily grudging way. Finally, whatever was wrong got bad enough to set off the fire alarm. So Brad called Penny, and Penny had to call the fire department, because our fire alarm isn't connected to any emergency services. We only care about the place burning up if there are people inside; too much paperwork in explaining why people were fused to the computers - duh! MySpace and RuneQuest! Psh, dumbasses... Well, Penny made the call to go ahead and shut down, since we'd only be open for 40 minutes anyway, but she's sure we'll be open like usual tomorrow (Friday) morning. I'm only bummed that the E, F, N, M, and Oversize sections didn't selectively burn down... Ah well! (Comment on this)
Friday, June 16th, 2006
2:49 pm	Ew. Uber nasty super sonic funk-ass ew!! Last night the suitemates held a party which I thoroughly avoided by hiding in my room and making a meal off of the last of my pringles. This morning when I went out to find something to use as breakfast, I stepped bare-footed onto the tile of the kitchen area. And stuck. Not your annoying "a soda was spilled here a week ago and we can't quite get the gunk gone" stuck, but "pry the skin of your foot up off the floor and wince from the pain" stuck. Merely looking at the island counter showed that that too was covered in spilled beer. About six skittles were mashed to the floor, and one had been sitting in beer, soaking for so long that it had become a small colorful puddle on the floor. Then when I clean some dishes to eat out of, I can't find my towel. There are both of Aly's, there are the suitemates kitchen towels, where's mine? Ah, sitting at the base of the trashcan soaked with beer. I'm learning very quickly that I don't want to share anymore. 'Course I know that they're not going to clean my towel, since all two things we've asked them to do still hasn't happened, more importantly, Aly's bath towel. Mariah's toilet had clogged and she asked to use Aly's. Then when Aly wasn't home, Mariah's boyfriend took a dump in Aly's toilet and clogged it. In an attempt to just keep flushing the offending poo down, the toilet overflowed, and he sacrificed Aly's bath towel to the overflowing, not-at-all-clean, water. Never let your mom talk you into sharing, kids. No good will ever come of your stuff! Current Mood: No touchy minion stuff! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
12:34 pm	How to open a library Show up as the library is supposed to open (the student supervisor is supposed to have shown up and set everything up already) Find the supervisor holding open the outside doors for you, looking panic-stricken and a reference librarian holding the inner doors looking equally helpless Bolt for the desk to find the allen wrench to open the doors to the library Open five minutes late (gain experience bonus here for self-educated crash course in allowing entry to library) Rush to get five computers running with four programs each (each program requiring a login and... well, it takes a while) Check in a full cart and a half worth of books from one patron who is dead determined not to be of any help in the process Give a jammed printer up for a lost cause Start sorting out the cart and a half of books Have a mystery alarm go off Call Brad Cus him out for not answering Call Penny Make the alarm shut up (gain another experience bonus 'cause I said so) Finish sorting Have angry patron come forth with blank printing jobs due to internet copy-right violations Give her a 40 cent card to refund her and shut her up Realize it's only been half an hour since you opened Still need to do: Give Brad a swift kick in the groin for: Making two people inexperienced in opening open Not answering his phone Not training the student supervisor how to open Being a dick-wad [Insert 100 other complaints Liz has against him here] At least it wasn't a boring morning! Current Mood: busy (2 Comments |Comment on this)