Those elephants won't even know what hit them!  Congratulations, OITL! 

Today was a really weird day for me, but I am incredibly happy.

I was at Walmart grabbing some supplies and noticed the woman in front of me was asking the cashier to remove some items from her groceries because she was low on funds. She'd run her debit card and it had been denied. I've been there before. It's never fun. And none of her items were non-essential. I stepped forward and swiped my own card before the cashier could remove the items. Both the cashier and the woman looked at me in confusion and the woman asked me what I was doing, to which I replied "I'm paying for your groceries, ma'am." The woman thanked me over and over again. People started to gather around. Strangers hugged me. Overall the situation was very awkward for me. But at the same time I still feel like it made an impact. By the time she left, the woman was in tears and I was fighting back my own. I got home and cried. Emotional overload and all. I'm really happy about it, though. Super happy.

I had a shit awful and exhausting day at work today, and even when I knocked off I technically hadn't because I was at the shops buying random shit that the lab needed. I eventually gathered up all of the things I needed for both work and myself, I decided to spend money I didn't have and staggered into the games shop. Couldn't find a game but I decided to grab one of those black mystery My Little Pony boxes, knowing in advance I'd end up with a Crusader or Cheese Whiz or something. I got home, opened it up and discovered... Nightmare Moon. Sweet!

I got a haircut!  First one in like, a year?  Possibly more.

It was going to be just a trim, but then somehow the possibility for a completely new style came up and I was like, why not.  Not like I'm really rocking the "raised by wolves" look, so I don't have much to lose.  Long story short, six inches shorter, not entirely sure what style, but I actually got someone who cut my hair like it was a poofy mass instead of trying to act like I could just pretend it was straight.

Aaaaand I really like it!

It's flattering, I think it'll keep working after I take a shower for the first time, I can style it by sticking some goop in and then just forgetting about it.

So, yeah.  I feel like I'm actually a somewhat presentable human being now, so long as I keep wearing clothes that fit.

… that would be presuming I ever allowed pictures of myself to exist.

Yay! Forum's back.

Oh wow. Nine years.

I'm sorry I wasn't around for you through all of that, forum! I love you!

I wrote IRG a birthday present :3

Thank you.

My room is 73 degrees for the first time since April.  Truly a reason for being happy.

I've finally found the motivation to work on my fanfiction again after a month of doing nothing with it, which is awesome. It makes me happy. Also, thanks to the suggestion (though it was meant as a joke) of a friend, I've decided to write a treatise on FF13 lore, because I need to do something that feigns productivity with this ridiculous amount of information I've gathered on the three games. So, HOORAY THINGS!!!

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I'm learning how to use Construct 2, a game development engine for people without a lot of modern programming experience.  I've made a couple learning games where Mikage tries to avoid some bouncing black roses, or where Touga tries to avoid cannonballs while guiding them into Mikage.  These games are silly and awful but also kind of hilarious, and it's pretty cool how easily you can learn how to work the engine and make something playable at the same time.

Oh, and I'm going to New Orleans the day after tomorrow.   Let's see whether going to the Big Easy over Halloween is a terrible, terrible mistake, or whether it is absolutely worth it for the po'boys and beignets alone.

satyreyes wrote:

I have. The best friends. In the world.

I'm visiting New Orleans over Halloween with Gio, Yasha, and Ashnod. This morning I fainted in the shower for unclear reasons. My left elbow evidently hit a drinking glass on the way down, but I don't remember; one moment I was blacking out, the next I was lying in the bathtub surrounded by blood and with someone calling from the next room to see if I was okay. The rest of the day was my friends helping me drag my naked ass out of the shower and down the stairs, my friends driving me all around town to get to an urgent care center and later a hospital, and my friends staying with me as the day got increasingly surreal. I don't know what I would have done without them.

I'm not sure if I'm okay. I'm doped up six ways from Sunday and there's a substantial risk of developing a scary infection. But because of friends like these, I don't hate life right now. I'm actually sort of... happy?? Happy and needing sleep.

We love you too!