Stymied yet again

( Discover your what-now? )

Whatever ::hair toss, annoyed sigh::. After that debacle I left bro with his girlfriend (her and her mother showed up to register as well) and did some shopping with the gift-card the bros were great enough to get me for Christmas. Chief among the items I picked up was the newest QAF-US book. Heh. It's funny. The book's not a pulp thing or a steamy bit of shoddily-written fanfic, but a look into the production of the show along with character insight and episode rundowns. Yet I still can't glance at the book without giggling insanely. Nor can I look at the pictures inside while reading; I find myself covering them up when I decide to check out a section or two, even the innocuous ones (most of them). I have no clue what my problem is some of the time (read: "most of the time").

Otherwise, things are going fairly okay. I gave into temptation and purchased Season One of DS9 (aka - Year One of Avery Brooks with Hair). The shame, the shame. I haven't brought myself to look at any epis yet. Need to find more time in the day.

Oh, I should have said things are going fairly well EXCEPT for the fact that I seem to be dogged by little invisible imps that steal my belongings. I borrowed (read: "stole") a lovely red and gold woolen knit winter set (scarf, hat, gloves) from my mother a few days ago. Five days later, I'm down to one glove and the hat. I'm fairly certain I left the scarf in Best Buy by the Gamecube display after busting my brother's ass in Double Dash. The glove? Lord knows. Hells, maybe the imps took both of them. I can't remember putting down the scarf at all. While I was outside freezing my ass (and neck and left hand) off while waiting for the bus after work I started waxing nostalgic for all the items I lost that I really deeply missed. I should make a note of the fact that it felt like it was -38 degrees outside at the time and I was probably deep in some stage of hypothermia and hallucinating. There was that Campbells' Soup Kids tin lunch box that I left on a gypsy cab back in the 1st grade. And the dorky-looking knit hat that I'm convinced was stolen by some hippie my junior year at Brown.

That's it. What, you were expecting some extensive list?

This damned cold spell needs to break. I'm tired of being cold and tired.

Randome Shite

-My rally cry is officially "Time to get serious!". Well, it's my brother's official rally cry and I'm stealing it. He doesn't have to know. Any MegaMan gamer should know that's what Mega said in one game or another right before he kicked the bucket. I always loved hearing him scream that out right before he got blasted to smithereens on a bed of spikes. Was that supposed to make you buckle down and game with more intensity? Hearing that usually gave me a fit of the giggles, so Mega was basically immobile long enough for some robotic bad guy to kick the shit out of him.

-My co-workers have problems. Funny problems, but problems nonetheless. One is into street racing and openly admits to stealing cars and car parts. Another comes in late because of AA meetings, yet brags about getting wasted. Today? at the end of the shift they were all gathered around the register while one read a sex book ALOUD. With a few customers still in the store. I think I've hit upon the reason why I've yet to find another job: being around these people makes me feel sane.

-My brother randomly quotes Gladiator. "Are you not entertained?!?!" So cute.

-My right eye twitches periodically in a way that reminds me forcibly of the way it behaved during my first finals week, freshman year. I would say it's a sign that I'm disgustingly stressed, except that I seem so...OKAY with everything. Maybe that's what's wrong. I'm supressing everything so very well.

-Time both flies and goes by extremely slowly when you're having fun. The saying should be changed to "Time has no meaning when you're having fun". Yeah. I'm a fucking genius.