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Yayyy, fourth of July. The roomies and I went to the Boston side of the Charles River and watched the fireworks. Unfortunately, they wouldn't drink with me, so I had to run down the road drunkenly singing 'Sweet Caroline' by my lonesome. On the Red Line on the way home, some drunk bros led the car in a rousing rendition of 'Don't Stop Believin' until we ran out of lyrics that we could remember.
While I was in China, I found in the trash a two-DVD set labeled "Harry Potter The Vs Lord of the Rings." While it was not, unfortunately, a mash-up of the films, the LOTR DVD contained all three EXTENDED editions of the films. We watched them in a marathon run the other night (after a quick run-down of our tiny DVD collection, it was determined that LOTR was the most patriotic one we owned), to much awesomeness. (The Chinese subtitles are made of win: Gandaofu for Gandalf, Furuoduo for Frodo, Shanmu for Sam, etc)
( Arrrttt +5. Please look. *STARE* )
DRAW MOAR, DANA.
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[29 Jun 2009|10:20pm] |
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BILLY MAYS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
I'm weirdly upset by his untimely passing. All overuse of caps lock in this post are dedicated to his memory.
The death march continues: my uncle's twin brother died of cancer after a brief but painful ten weeks. The wake is Wednesday up in Maine.
Took the train down to Rhode Island yesterday to hang out with my parents at the boat/commence round one of DANA-LORIEN FEST 2009!!!!!!!1111eleven. I wish that everytime I saw my parents, they didn't immediately give me a look up and down and ask how my diet/gym routine is going, then give me suggestions for what I should be doing/eating/not eating. JUST TELL ME I'M PRETTY, GODDAMNIT, YOU'RE MY FUCKING PARENTS. REGARDLESS, much fun and booze was had. My father had a few and subsequently gave me a wad of twenties, which was a plus (Grocery Store/Harvard Coop Asian History Section here I come!)
And I got to hang out with LOOOOOOORIENFACE. We had lunch and hung out with frogs that mooed.
We are so cute!
Every shift at Pac Sun, it becomes more apparent that I really suck at this wage-slave thing. I've got being a student DOWN, but I've always been terrible at working at a job. My coworkers at Pac Sun say they've never seen anyone who folded shirts as badly as I do, the disheveled suckl of them is downright mystifying. I'm Sisyphus on the learning curve of where the fuck everything in the store is/what the sales are/how to operate the cash register/how to keep French Canadians from stealing shit (in my defense, I was poorly trained because the trainer guy was transferred/I can use Sisyphus in a sentence). RGIS and my other jobs were similar. I can see my future career options narrowing; at the moment I'm thinking Professional Overgrown College Student (ie: liberal arts professor) or Eccentric Unshowered Novelist.
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Today Lauren and I snuck into the bowels of Fenway Park so she could deliver an application (no employment is expected, obviously, but her family knew-someone-who-knew-someone and was nagging) and we got drenched in the process. Afterwards we went to the Boston Public Library, which was absolutely magical. Old libraries always felt more spiritual to me than cathedrals, and the BPL is like a castle.
One of my best friends is probably not coming back to school in Boston next year, for various reasons that aren't really anyone's fault, and I'm fucking bummed about it. It's only been a few weeks, and I already really miss her. Texas feels so far away.
I'm really sick of my face. I feel like an ugly, disgusting troll in a very calm, matter-of-fact sort of way. It's disgusting to my sense of Strong Womanness how desperate I am for a little male attention/validation, even (especially?) from a stranger. I think a whistle from a creepy construction worker would make my week.
I finally got ahold of a $50 check my grandma sent me for my birthday, and I can't decide if I should use it to buy the Sims3 or not. On the one hand, I could 1) download a sketchy but free copy, 2) use it to buy other things, like a fucking life or 3) save it because I am poor and making nothing from Pac Sun, but on the other hand, I want to make Sims of all the characters from my novel and make them gay for each other.
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MY PUPPY WAS BORN!!!!
( PHOTO OF PUPPIES PUPPIES PUPPIES! )
I'm trying to follow this Iran-Twitter phenomenon like all the cool kids are doing but am having a lot of trouble figuring out how the hell Twitter works. What's with all those @s and #s? Twitterrrrrr stop calling to me with your siren song of lies and time-wasting!
I totally polished off one of those big cartons of goldfish crackers in less than a week. My goldfish addiction is getting out of hand. In other news, trying to work on my novel while reading Neal Stephenson is terribly masochistic. My prose is ungainly, uninspired, and downright mediocre, but I like to think my ideas are pretty good (something new, at least, without TRYING to be groundbreaking). Those are the twin spires of writing--the words and the thoughts--and I like to think that possessing both is what paperback novelists from truly great writers. Well, that and alcoholism & failed marriages.
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[09 Jun 2009|09:51pm] |
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It's amazing how good a few minutes (hours) on Jezebel or Feministing.com can make me feel when I'm down on myself, especially the comments. All those smart, awesome ladies (and dudes!) help cut through all the bullshit about women and beauty and bodies that just pelts down on us from every direction all day every day. Pac Sun is working out great, but spending hours and hours watching myself in the mirrors and folding clothing and organizing by size--XS-S-M-L-XL, 00-0-1-3-5-7-9-11--can be rough, especially for an over-thinker like me. I've always had such a weird love/hate relationship with shopping and fashion that it feels very weird to be on the opposite side of retail.
We get tons of foreign tourists in the mall, including BUSLOADS of snotty French-Canadian teenagers, who are the most obnoxious fucks ever. Some days I just want to go to a store in Quebec and throw a whole table of t-shirts on the floor to see how they like it!
Semi-related: I wish there was a non-creepy, non-sexual way to tell strangers how beautiful they are, especially ones who are not 'traditionally' pretty but who somehow catch my eye. There was this tall funky short-haired chick in the store the other day, and I just thought she was so gorgeous and stylish, and I wondered if anyone had told her that recently. I did compliment her hair; I like to compliment strangers on their clothing or hair when I like it, because I know little comments make ME feel better. I was feeling like a pile of bread dough after trying on some clothing at Pac Sun after work the other day, and then when I got on the 88 bus I was the only passenger, so the driver and I joked about it being our private party bus, and he called me a 'cute kid.' Not much, but it made me feel so much better.
Today I met up with Juli and Molly for a lunch that lasted until almost 6 pm, and it was wonderful. The other day I went back to SPM for the Alumni Art Show, and while it was really great to see Mrs. Dewey and grab a bite at Da-Lat, Worcester left a bad taste in my mouth, and I was in a terrible mood for days afterwards. It was the first time I'd been back inside SPM since the yearbook thing freshman year, and it wasn't a good feeling. I wanted very badly to destroy something, but settled for writing EMBRACE SATAN on a note and sticking it in a prayer book.
But whatever, fuck Worcester, that shithole of empty, meaningless lives, WE'RE GETTING A PUPPY!!!! My mom found a Boston Terrier (and miniature horse, lol) breeder in Vermont. Because we've already had Bostons, the breeder gave us first dibs on the litter expected by the end of this week. This is actually happening--my mom already mailed the deposit. Now we just have to hope the new litter includes a few males! For names, we're thinking Louie or Teddy.
Below is a photo of the breeder's last litter with the same two parents, Holly and Wyatt. They're 'red' Bostons, meaning they're that brownish-red color instead of black! SO EXCITED!!!
PUPPY PUPPY PUPPY PUPPY!
Managed to snag Placebo's newest album at 12:30 last night off iTunes, and I really like it. God, I fucking love Placebo. BRIAN MOLKOOOOOOOO!!!
Today at Park Street I saw two bros from BC, complete with Coors brand luggage and popped collars, and I totally judged them as the kind of asshole frat boys I really dislike, but when we got on the train they started cuddling with each other. I love when I'm wrong.
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Don your helmets and grab a winter coat, because Hell is about to freeze over. Today I went to a gym for the first time ever. Rode a stationary bike, jogged around the track a bit, did some crunches. Alert the media!
Went home to Worcester for a few days since everyone here was gone. Promptly returned, with a renewed appreciation for living on my own. I managed to see my therapist while I was home, however, and we decided to try to ease off the meds since I think they were contributing to my weight gain, and I'm in a much better place now than when I started them in high school--both physically and mentally. We'll see how it goes.
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Second day at work yesterday, first REAL shift. European tourists ran me ragged back and forth around the dressing rooms, and I kept getting the key stuck in the doors. Some Icelandic guys insisted on going into the dressing room together, another became exasperated with me because we didn't carry man-capris, and some bitch stole some shit. WOOHOO, RETAIL!
Oh man, FUCK Victoria's Secret. All my underwear is old and falling apart, so after work I went to get some. VS is apparently no longer making the type me and my mom liked (yeah, me and my 50 year old mom wear the same style underwear. This would be an fml if my mom wasn't so classy and awesome) and replaced them with ultra-low-rise ass-cheek-showing ultra tiny shit. The sizes are RIDICULOUS--according to them, my ass is a L-XL. My mom is 115 lbs and is a size Large. And, of course, you can barely find anything bigger than a Medium on any of the tables and have to dig around in the drawers below for bigger sizes. I was so disgusted. Way to make women feel like shit! Aerie wasn't much better. I could just get some cheap stuff at Walmart or something, but I like to have pretty, at least slightly sexy underwear--it makes me feel prettier, even though only I see it. I was hormonal, so I ended up leaving the mall empty-handed and in tears, even though I was more pissed off than upset. Some dumb number or letter shouldn't matter, but the truth is that to most women, it DOES matter. Vanity aside, no one who is 5 feet tall and under 150 lbs should be an XL ANYTHING. What the fuck is this, Tokyo?
Fuck youuuuu, corporate America.
ANYWAY, on Saturday I went to Anime Boston at the Hynes Convention Center, and I had WAY more fun than I expected. Matt snuck me in, so I didn't have to pay the $35 cover charge. I'd never been to an anime con before, and my mind was pretty blown. I haven't watched any anime since junior high, but it was really fun seeing all the costumes. There's nothing quite like seeing hundreds of Narutos and Pikachus running through the Prudential Center. (There were a lot of very, VERY confused looking shoppers and foreign tourists in the food court). I'm now convinced that people should wear cloaks and carry swords every day.
There were more cross-dressers and flaming gays than at the last Boston Pride Parade. There were some scary looking stereotypical anime fans(fat chicks in bikini armor. Oh jesus--oh yeah, he was there, too) but also just a lot of punks and goths and STEAMPUNKS! Matt and I accidentally wandered into a mini Steampunk convention in the courtyard of the Prudential Center, and since he had an enormous, fancy-looking lens, he got conscripted into doing an impromptu photo shoot.
I also got a chance to meet Naomi, Dana, and Ciaran, who I have dubbed the Holy Trinity of Awesomesauce, and the prints I bought from them have now made my apartment glow with awesome. Thanks for putting up with my awkwardness, guys 8D Awkward photo is pending Matt getting his shit together.
( Pictures and highlights. STEEEEEAMPUNKS!!! )
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Yayyy, summer. Now if only it would start to feel like summer! I woke up shivering. Because of allergies, I haven't been able to leave the house without tremendous suffering in two weeks. I've been spending most of my time locked in my house with my curtains down, trying to keep out as much of nature as possible. Fuckkk nature, seriously.
Lauren and I braved the pollen to see Star Trek last night, and it was RAD. Sooo much eye candy, from Kirk to Sulu to that little Russian boy. Even Spock, who looked oddly sexy with that terrible haircut and tight uniform. I just wish I could watch science fiction without overthinking things. Lauren and I had a marathon of the original Star Wars, and I just kept wondering where all the raw materials and manual labor for the Death Star(s) came from and why everybody could planet-hop without contracting/spreading terrible diseases a la conquistadors-and-smallbox. Oh, and destroying an entire planet would totally throw off the gravitational EVERYTHING of the whole galaxy. I AM SUCH A BIG NERD.
But whatever, Han Solo is still the sexiest goddamn piece of sex that has ever existed. Holy shiiit.
Anyway, here's ( some crap I drew/painted )
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15 pages on the Mongolian border battle of 1939 from FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!
Birthday was as rad as could be expected, given how busy everyone was with finals. I appreciated that my dearest pengyoumen at 37 Upland had a gathering for me despite the threat of swine flu striking us dead where we stood, and a guy in Harvard Square giving me a 75 cent discount on a hotdog because it was my birthday. For my birthday, my parents got me fucking SOX TICKETS. Red Sox v. Yankees at Fenway on June 10 HELL YEAHHHH. (Also, lol Manny.)
The first alcohol I purchased legally (in the US, anyway) was some Pomegranate Mike's Hard Lemonade (I KNOW, I KNOW, but we already had plenty of rum and vodka, I don't like beer, and it was POMEGRANATE-flavored!), and the guy at the counter TOTALLY judged me.
Yesterday was like Christmas--Olivia found me a giant bag of barely used art supplies in Jumbo Drop. It's like some chick bought $100 worth of art supplies for a class and then decided she hated art--a full set of pencils, charcoal, pastels, paint, brushes, you name it. SO AWESOME. Last night we went on a Jumbo Drop mission and found all sorts of goodies--jeans, t-shirts, a carpet, books, even a bag filled with unopened Skittles and Starbursts. Olivia found Abercrombie sweaters with the tags still attached and a pair of 7 brand jeans. Our best acquisition, however, remains a hat with a pillow attached. Like, actually sewn onto the hat so that you can have a pillow on the go! The shit Tufts kids chuck is unbelievable.
Everything worked out with Olivia staying here for the summer, but now the girl who was supposed to live with us for the academic year bailed because she broke up with her boyfriend, and he's going to live on Curtis Ave also, AND SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HAVE TO WALK PAST HIM.
FAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL.
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Valuable lessons of the day:
1) If you're going to write an essay and prepare a presentation on the entire dynastic history of China--in Chinese, nonetheless--starting at midnight is a poor choice.
2) A dark green bra will show through a thin yellow shirt. Like, really, really bad.
On the plus side, at least after three full years of studying Chinese I can finally understand the title of my favorite Chinese language song.
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Sometimes I have bouts of Teh Crazy.
After Lorien calmed me down, I ended up weighing myself. I was about twelve pounds less than I expected, which is pretty crazy. There is hope?
Is this song for real??
The mp3 my sister sent me CLEARLY has the chorus saying "Ay-rab" money, although they seem to have cleaned it up to a slightly classier "ahhrab" here. The fake arabic font in the beginning slays me, and that has to be the laziest excuse for a rap video dance I have ever seen.
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If I'm understanding this correctly, either I can be DONE with my Asian Studies major RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, or also minor in Chinese and have to take two more boring culture/lit classes because the history classes don't count. GOD DAMN WHY IS THE MAN TRYING TO KEEP ME DOWN WITH HIS RULES AND REGULATIONS? WHY CAN'T THEY LET ME BE GREAT?! </kanye>
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Last night on my way back from the party at 37 Upland, I spotted a gigantic, beautiful entertainment center/bookshelf on the curb that had a sign with "FREE" tacked onto it. With help from my roommates, the three of us dragged the beautiful creation two blocks down the road at three in the morning and nearly got peed on by a drunk boy. Them's some good roommates.
Yesterday was a doozy. I went to the Cambridgeside Galleria to search for jobs and do my part to stimulate the economy. Hold onto your fucking hat, because what I'm about to say is mind-blowing: me, Ms Fatty McBodyDismorphiapants, found not only two pairs of acceptable shorts, but a goddamn BATHING SUIT. Usually putting on a bathing suit makes me go into a fit of hyperventilating self-loathing, and I've only worn one once in the past few years, but I found a black polka-dotted one-piece at Old Navy that helps disguise my voluptuous love handles without making me look like my grandmother. Many thanks to Lorien, as usual, for being my moral support and shopping girlfriend when my dumb sister won't answer her phone.I also bought seventeen pairs of socks because I just got WAY too excited in H&M.
This BAMF also scored an interview in Pac Sun next week! Selling sk9rboi clothes to tweens isn't exactly interning for the Pentagon, but I want that goddamn job like hoshit. Also applied to JP Licks today, because unfettered access to more than a metric ton of ice cream will be totally awesome for my diet.
Some guy at Park Street rubbed my head and then ran away.
Ran home after shopping and headed right back out to Molly's 21st birthday party in JP. I was drunk and lei-crowned on the way home at 12:30 and concluded that being drunk on public transit was the greatest thing ever. The Green Line was filled with drunk college students, including a 21st birthday party for some girl. Her friend got the driver to announce her birthday over the intercom, and the whole train sang Happy Birthday to her. Twice. I ended up giving her my lei because she was one of my homegirls from the 5-0-8.
At the Upland party, I once again made everybody smell the bottle of cumin and told them it smelled like China. At 5 am, after rescuing the abandoned bookshelf, our toilet started making loud thumping noises and we were afraid it was going to explode. Once again, Lauren worked some of her incredible magic, and somehow fixed it.
My love of Mongols is a cruel mistress; I still have about a thousand pages of reading to do before I can even begin to carve out an argument for my paper, and I'm running out of time. One of the books I took out of the library ended up being just a bibliography. Fifty pages, of bibliography. Russian and Mongolian-language biblography.
The crazy man next door has suddenly decided he's Bob Vila and has woken me up hammering and sawing every day for a week.
I haven't really drawn anything lately, and that's not cool.
I'm thinking of studying Russian next semester. I AM CRAZY Y/N
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Everything is made of fail at the moment. Social fail, fitting-into-jeans fail, FAT fail, diet fail, homework fail, sleeping fail, finding-a-job fail, subletter fail, life fail. SO MUCH FAIL.
I just want to ignore everything, pull up the covers, and play video games forever. Why can't I just cope and get along like everyone else?
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Yup, the furnace is apparently broken. When I said it was colder inside than outside, I wasn't kidding; outside there's sunlight! Brrrrrrrrr. I might have to actually do homework in the library for once, just to stay warm! (Usually all the neat books distract me too much)
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According to Leupp, I'm the first student in his 21 years of teaching to want to write their term paper on the Mongolian front during WW2. Sometimes I like to try to convince myself that rather than being a nerdy eccentric, I'm actually a rare genius. Yup.
Despite the mild temperatures outside, it's so cold inside this apartment that when I realized I'd left a stick of butter on the counter for hours, instead of the melty mess I was expecting, I found the butter just as hard as it had been in the fridge.
So my Spring Break NYC trip with my mom was ballin'. We walked scores of miles up, down, and across Manhattan, seeing the sights and drinking our bodyweight in coffee and chai. I bought a tube of paint at the gigantic five-story Pearl Art store near Chinatown and some Tufts-colored M&M's at M&M World in Times Square. We got caught in the crazy six-hour-long St. Patrick's Day parade, which made it impossible to cross Fifth Avenue all day (We saw St. Patrick's Cathedral when we ran through it to cross the block, not realizing they were in the middle of Mass), but still managed to tour the Museum of Natural History and the Met. I wish I'd had more time in the Met, but the douches closed at 5:30! We gave the subway a user-friendliness rating of D+, but we did manage to master it after a day or so. We went to Wall Street, but sadly, I did not manage to witness any brokers with their hands on their faces. My mom was inordinately fascinated by the Flat-Iron building. We did not manage to egg AIG headquarters.
( There was much ecstasy experienced in FAO Schwartz )
My mom still has some street-savvy left over from when she worked in Boston, but other than our brief trip to London and Paris, she'd never been to a big city, and I had to teach her how to cross the street and buy subway tickets. Coming from Massachusetts, we were endlessly fascinated by the concept of measured blocks, numbered streets that follow a logical progression, and roadmaps that did not resemble a toddler drawing on the wall. Being somewhere that actually mattered was pretty rad, too. I totally revel in the tall buildings, constant stimuli, and people, people, people of big cities. Every time I caught a whiff of sewage, I missed Beijing so much. Boston feels a little underwhelming after NYC, but it can't be beat for its charm and personality.
Now I'm back in Somerville, and I'm COLD.
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Professor Leupp is the shit. So what if he's an arrogant Communist stoner, I can't help but like a man who not only speaks multiple Asian languages, but appreciates the awesomeness of Inner Mongolia. I should totz bring some naijiu to office hours.
Only a Chinese oral exam stands between me and SPRING BREAK! Also, my Music of Asia prof gets +10 for using this Scrubs clip as part of our midterm exam.
This is so wrong. The Kermies on top look like they're screaming in agony!
Perez (of, yes, PerezHilton.com made a good point: Michael Phelps lost more sponsorships for smoking a bong than Chris Brown did for savagely mauling Rihanna. Until this afternoon, when his reps announced that he was choosing to withdraw from the show, Nickelodeon hadn't even rescinded his nominations for the Kids' Choice Awards. How fucked up is that?
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Today, an old physically and mentally disabled man in a motorized wheelchair asked me out and then chased me across campus, forcing me to run down a handicap-inaccessible trail to escape. It was the first time I've been asked out in years. FML.
On the plus side, IT WAS SO WARM TODAYY!! Also, since my friends and roomies all have plans, my mom agreed to take me to New York City for Spring Break! Wooo! Obviously, going with one's mother limits the amount of crunk asshattery one can get into (yes, because you know I'm totz the Girls Gone Wild type), but being treated to three nights in NYC on someone else's debit card? Yes, please! Plus, my mom is the shit. Anyone have tips about what I definitelyabsolutely need to do/see while I'm there? I KNOW YOU DO.
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Some guy I was chatting with sent me the tattoo below saying he had it:
Luckily, he said he was just kidding, because I was about to drop that shit like it was hot. However, the more I look at it, the more the sad fratboy bong dolphin is growing on me. It even has its own "gently loved" recliner in its mom's basement to toke up in. It might be the greatest tattoo of all time, perhaps even surpassing this in artistic vision, if not in gayness. Michael Phelps needs to get on that shit, it was totally made for him.
Came down with the plague yet AGAIN. Somebody must be dumping live bacteria cultures into my Cracklin' Oat Bran or something, because this is ridiculous. This time around it's a fun version with nose bleeds, yellow snot, and a painful sore throat. Commence intravenous tea. WTF I just got another bloody nose while typing this! What is eating my brain from the inside out?! If I die, Lorien gets my DS, Lauren gets my iPod, I want to be buried with my stuffed camel.
Regardless of my imminent death, I kicked ass like a samurai on my Japanese History midterm. Alsoooo, perhaps maybe kind of development on the pug puppy front. My mom, sister, and I were even scheming names last night (!!!!) The addition of a pug puppy to my life might be the greatest thing that could ever happen, period.
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SO after waiting all week for the weekend, when I'd finally have some time to catch up on my reading for class, study at a leisurely pace for my midterm, paint, and maybe even have a social life, I slept until 5:30 pm. FUCK MY LIFE.
How is that even physically possible?? I went to bed at 4. And now I have a caffeine headache because I didn't have my usual cup of coffee, which is even more fucked up.
Also, I haven't been able to access my DA account in days, ever since I had an epic battle where I thrashed the crap out of some idiotic moron about China (dumb Americans who squawk HOOMAN RIGHTS HOOMAN RIGHTS without being able to identify China on a map are a pet peeve of mine, not in the least because they're clueless about the real problems China is facing and because their ranting always contains tremendous Western condescension, if not downright racism). I know it's stupid and a waste of time, but I like to argue on the internet to let off steam when I'm pissed off about something, but now I'm afraid he gave me that DA virus that's going around or banhammered me or something. Hopefully it's just a glitch and it will go away.
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