Most recent Psych: WIN. Made of it. Front to back.

Tomorrow my reward for getting things done in the morning will be SGA before I go to JCEO. If I don't, then... no reward, obviously.

I want to know when I'm getting my new glasses. It should be this week, but the stupid glasses shop isn't open on Mondays. What the hell kind of business isn't open on Mondays? Stupid ones. So I have to call and find out on Tuesday.

In the morning, though... it's back to the evil fucking runaround of doom. It ends tomorrow. I will be victorious, or the world will burn with me. I will have my pills by the end of the day. I WILL.

...man, one day, I'm going to feel better, and I'm going to look back on this past month and be so embarrassed.

Whatever. I'm getting ideas for things to write, and they're all incredibly stupid ideas. The one decent one I've had is way too much gender politics for me to even want to touch it, though. (okay, but if Bret really was a lady [see: "Bret You Got It Goin On"], that would totally fuck with the entire feel of everything-- and it's even weirder with a full reversal. because if FotC were a pair of chicks, and Mel was a male fan, he would not be creepy-funny, he would be creepy-malicious. and so on.) This is what happens in my head when I am listening to the FotC album and cleaning the house while I'm on painkillers.

My head is a stupid fucking place to be, have I mentioned?

I spent five hours today with Sadie. I don't mind fourteen year olds, but, fuck, she is so depressing to be around-- her mother's a psychotic drug-addled child-minded bitch, her father's a verbally abusive alcoholic, all her friends are mean, and it seems like I'm the only person who listens to her, as far as she tells it. And I hate that, because half the time she's talking about Naruto or her friends or Fall Out Boy or whatever, I just wish she'd shut up, but if I'm the only one who even halfway listens... man, I am a douchebag.

But still, five hours. Jesus.

The most amusing thing about today is that some of my friends bet on the Super Bowl with each other, and they all lost because they didn't bet on whether the Giants would win, but on how many points the Patriots would win by. I'm just glad that football is over.

Man, how come the writers go on strike, but the athletes won't? I would much rather live in a world where all the sports teams are on strike and I get my new weekly dose of Pushing Daisies and Heroes and Chuck and, oh, I miss new TV so bad. D: It's just not the same even if there is new Psych and SGA.

I'll put up some music tomorrow. I'm going to bed now.

.....

oh you have got to be shitting me


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*SLAMS HEAD INTO WALL*

:D

I can't do anything, anything at all

because I can't make outgoing calls

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To recap: I was up until 7:30 writing something I hate now that I look back on it. I from something slightly past eight to something just before 10:30, when I missed a phone call from my mother. I can't call her back. I can't call DSS and get the fax number. I can't call Dennis and ask him to pick up Kristin when he's done with work so she can pay the phone bill. I can't call Verizon and tell them to kiss my ass if they expect a $15 reconnect fee on each of our lines.

I can't do anything.

On the very slight plus side, I got two DVDs and a book in the mail: MST3K: Mitchell, Nothing (eeeeeHewlett!), and Running Fiercely Toward A Thin High Sound, because I need some good lesbian sci-fi and apparently this is some of it.

Seriously though, what the fuck.

I uploaded some songs to pitch in to a community mixtape, so I'm giving them to you guys too. Anti-valentine and Valentine (subversively anti-, though).

ANTI-VALENTINE:
Grizzly Bear - He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss) [The Crystals cover; I love orignally-done-by-women songs covered by men, and this one is a doozy]
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I'd been with someone new
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew he loved me
'Cause if he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit me and I was glad


The Magnetic Fields - The Flowers She Sent And The Flowers She Said She Sent
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent
Are all equally dead
You don't care anymore, she said
And the books she read and the books that she said she read
Are all spread on the floor
You don't care about them anymore


Daniel Cirera - Motherfucker Fake Vegetarian Ex-Girlfriend
Hey girl what's wrong with your principles?
When you say that you're a vegetarian
Well, I've seen you eat meat a couple of times but
I swear I won’t tell anyone.

And how about the affection for me after I've been
Walking through hell for you?
What the hell did you expect me to do?




VALENTINE:
**Ben Folds - The Luckiest**
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know that I am the luckiest.
Please note that this is the only sincere love song here, and it's also one of the sweetest love songs I've ever heard and it makes me cry. Kthx download it.

Ani DiFranco - Modulation
we took each other higher
we set each other free

course, neither of us were wearing helmets
and our blood was just everywhere
and when the morphine kicked in later
the censors threw their hands up in despair
and that's when the truth came marching in
and promptly pulled the plug
but you were better than any drug


Radiohead - Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong
I wrapped you inside my coat
When they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no-one can touch me
Now that I'm held in your spell

A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into dust


Now, out into the world with me.

Wow, Outcast was really unsatisfying. It was like a beautifully-frosted cupcake that ended up being simultaneously dry and undercooked upon biting into it. D: John, your backstory, the potential... Earth-based replicator sibling rivalry, yawn. Best parts: Dr. Lee and Ronon in a suit. Then again, Ronon in a suit is always the best part of anything when that happens.

One more day of the emotional fuckaround. I'm getting up to the five-crying-jags-a-day mark, and that's just the ones that make it to tears. Tomorrow is it, one way or another.

I get to vote tomorrow, yay. That's one thing I definitely did not bring up on the phone with my mother (suppressing jag number five), because I am fairly sure she's voting for Huckabee and that's just wrist-slitting-worthy on its own.

I think cat abuse is my new hobby. Butcher's asking for it, though. Really, he does something I've yelled at him for and then he looks up at me like he's waiting to be hit or thrown into the couch, and who am I to deny him?

Yeah, I'm just going to go to bed early. Good night.