Reasons For Coughing Blood At 2AM

Why am I awake? Honestly. It’s six thirty in the morning, I finished breakfast an hour and a half ago, I should be asleep. Remind me not to do this tomorrow. Really. I have school tomorrow.

So here I am in bed with my sweatshirt on, adjusting the brightness of my screen back and forth (damn you photobooth!), with the regular prickly tiredness of the eyes. Y’know the kind? You only really feel it when you close your eyes and its purpose seems to be as a signifier to your tear ducts to cover the pricklyness. Makes you want to keep your eyes shut (feels good with the tears covering the tired pricklyness) and thus go back to sleep. Just realizing this now.

Breakfast was good. I made a sort of salmon wrap in my naan again; lettuce, tomato, cucumber, mushroom as well. It’s good stuff, really. I figure it should be a decent amount of protein for today, which is what I worry about. And I downed it with water; something else I worry about.

Okay, so, I started a new story (yes, yes, hate me). I’m at the point where, if I don’t have a name for the story, I just name them NS-#. I’d do NS-## but I really hope I won’t go further than nine (optionally ten), especially since who the fuck’ll tell the difference between NS-55 and NS-74? Honestly? I wouldn’t. If I did that to everything I have now, I’d spend hours trying to find Preacher Man or HGAS or ANYTHING… that isn’t discernible by size alone. Hellooooo Opus.

Back to the point, new story. S’cool. S’like steampunk but gritty and then I said fuckit and went with electric shit too. So, basically, it’s steampunk and ‘if we hadn’t killed the electric car’, but darkish. Main char is Jennings, he kind of operates on different social norms from the rest of everyone, so it’s shiny. Anyways, we open in a police station (after a snippet of mysterious dialogue) with Jennings and the introduction of another main character (along with the constant mention of a third) who is the police chief Blythe Quinn, and second in command something Brinley. And then awesome craziness. I don’t really want it to be another stupid police involved murder mystery thing (though Jennings works as a sort of consult), but there has to be killing eventually… or maybe in a sequel/prequel. The characters are strong enough for series-ification. -shrug-

Oh, and then I wrote this when I was going to post on Khaos “I’d like to confess that I’m a mess”.
I’d like to confess
That I’m a mess
I’m under some stress
From what? I can’t guess
But I digress
It’s something I can’t address
And I haven’t had progress
In trying to express
My recent distress
It needs no finesse
I promise not to suppress
Nor press
In any regress
But here I transgress
It’ll sometimes impress
For being able to possess
As something I can’t profess
I’d rather not obsess.

I’d like to remind everyone that I’m insane and can’t help things. Also that the majority of the damage done to myself is because of myself, so you have to wonder what’s going on, with everything you see leaning towards external forces.

Oh, and I should be let this long without water -glances at watch- That was interesting.

Or, rather, the first day of. Very coolio. Ramadan didn’t kill me getting there via bike because WOOOOO downhill! No helmet. 70km/hr highway. In my defence, there weren’t any helmets around aside from an old road motorcycle helmet and mi hermano’s dirty dirtbiking helmet.

BUT IT WAS AWESOME.

Wore my new Ninjaspy shirt, because Ninjaspy is awesome and BreastFest was awesome.

Quick and skinny: I get to do 2/3 of the drafting courses. Seeing as I wanted to do as many as possible, that’s just fekkin’ awesome (to quote Krinny). Might try doing something else, but y’never know, since I’d like to do construction but I don’t think I can, but I mentioned it to Ricky at work today and I… sort of… dared him to find me a job.

Quote: Hey, you find me someone who wants to hire me and I’ll work.

He responded that I’d regret it, but I really really won’t. Dude. Me? In construction? I would love that job until I collapsed but then I’d get better after Ramadan. But Ramadan’s done in less than two weeks, so that’s nothing to do about it. And another source of income? More money in the bank?

…more cons I can go to, friends to meet or reunite with. More courses I can take for qualifications (though a majority are rather inexpensive) and shit I want to learn. That. sounds. fucking. fantastic. It’s the faster I can gear ahead to life shit. Cool. Sounds a bit more solid and capable to do than the photography thing or a couple of other things that have popped up.

Any ways, work was only two hours, will be only two hours tomorrow and the next day, but that’s because that’s the earliest I can get there. The biking bit’s cool. Dropped by Staples for some more graph paper. Did. not. have. intense. shoulder. pain. from all the biking. Just the last bit pushing the bike up the hill (woo, dehydration!).

After VCON and YaoiCon, I’mma figure out my moneys, see if I can’t get a really durable laptop to name Dratsab, tablet, all that. That’s November though.

BREAST FEST! WOOOOO. Oh, wait, my car stopped working. Yep. Picked up Jillian after grabbing Ricke, turned onto 88th off of 192nd and BAM engine stops turning. Park on the side of the road, push the car into the driveway, tell the person ‘hey, my car stopped, y’mind if we keep it in the driveway a bit and all?’ but took a bit for her to answer… kinda funny suck.

Got a jump that we didn’t needed, got the CAA guy who figured out what it mostly likely was but couldn’t fix it, got a tow back to my place, took Ricke, Jillian went home and got a ride to my place via her mom. At my place, found out Ren wasn’t going to BreastFest, had to get a ride there from Jillian’s mom, which was cool, her mom’s cool.

Got to Breast Fest, Basilisk was playing, Kreig was there. Another band, and then Familia (pretty awesome, got merch) and it was raining raining raining. People were dancing in the rain to Familia. And then Ninjaspy. Ninjafuckingspy. And a new shirt and everything. I love them.

Moshing, some of the moshers sucked and were kinda not cool, but there was a bunch of skanking, which was cool. And hardcore-y skanking that was cool. And… come on, it’s Ninjaspy. Doesn’t get much better than that.

Kreig gave us all a ride home, super awesome. Listened to Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head, pretty awesome too.

And right now, Breakfast Club is ending. I have food. Hot chocolate. Some new shirts and it’s all just super shiny.

Tiiiired. Tried to have an Astroboy night tonight but failed-ish. Just so everyone knows, there were more board games, whenever all that happened, and it was awesome. Also, I can’t remember anything, but I’m pretty sure some stuff has happened since my last post.

…Supernatural con… Ramadan starting… my cat getting attached to me… stupid… friggin…

To(day)morrow is BreastFest! Woooo, breast cancer! Ninjaspy is playing! S’going to be great! I should prep my camera and all, but I’m pretty tired and need to snack down some food and then set my alarm to blast music through the surround sound… Things I can do when there’s no one home.

Like watching Astroboy and Supernatural really late and really loud, with lots of laughing (so, so much laughing) because no one is fucking home. It’s just brilliant.

Meantime, tired, ranting, crap.

Also, I want the last panel of this on a shirt… honestly.

Oh, wait, it exists.