TAKE THAT!

For once, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the Ace Attorney series. Can you believe it, I'm doing a post on something NOT retarded?! Ja, I know!
The purpose of this post, however, is due to my happiness at the defeat of the First Revision Monster.
He's the third boss; after the Brainstorming Beast and the Deadly First Draft. I totally just came up with those myself, by the by. Finishing stuff makes me all inspired-like.
So, all mistakes/parts I don't like/parts that needed changing anyway are on paper and by the end of tomorrow I expect to have finished with the mini-boss of the Savage Second Draft.

Honestly, if anybody could turn writing a book or ANY PAPER into video game-like format, wouldn't it be me?
~DJ

Sasquatch

I spent my Monday at the Gorge, Washington. And, happily, Sasquatch Festival. I would have liked to have gone the whole time, but I was too poor. *Sad face here* The important thing is, though, that I got to see Flight of the Conchords live. They are just as funny--maybe more so--than on the YouTube videos.
I also have to admit that the Flaming Lips show was... interesting. To say the least. I think I saw one of the teletubby-people afterward.
In completely unrelated news, I am half-way done revising my story and I HATE IT MORE THAN EVER. [insert stabbing motions here]
~DJ

Possibly more tired.

I hate biking. It seems so utterly purposeless to me. I am a lazy, lazy person. I do believe that I could rival a Giant Tree Sloth, I am so tired and lazy-like now. The effort I'm using for typing is only from a Live Wire.
There are days when it seems like it would be the best thing ever to lie down and never wake up, and there's days when it feels like you could. This, for me, is the third kind of day, wherein both sound utterly pleasing beyond believability. Aly's chair is comfortable enough, too.
~DJ

I am tired.

I am so tired all the time. I don't even know why. Am I tired of school, tired of my house, tired of my existence in the universe? I dunno. I just always want to fall asleep and never have to wake up.
I don't want to worry about cleaning my room or zits or impressing anybody or reading books or learning Japanese or whether the school is going to collapse around my ears. I'm sick of trying and trying and trying and looking back and realising that none of it fucking matters.
I am tired.
~DJ

PS2...2

I AM SO ESCITED! (that's excited for those of you who couldn't tell) Joel is going to sell me his PS2 on a loan-ish basis. He needs monies for dates and stuff, and I have thirty dollars WAITING for my neighbors to go out of town and hire me again... I don't think they're going to, though. I have to admit that I'm not particularly good at caring for animals. That's why I need a cat. Those things usually take care of themselves, ja?
In any case, I now have another game system with which to waste my summer away... Plenty of games to beat. (All my Zeldas ect.) Plus invitations to Kibbles's Mother Ship, the Mockaneema Mother Ship. Hooray! With the addition of holidays, I shall be rarely bored this summer!
Already tiredly,
~DJ

Canada... Again?

I have relatives over (AGAIN) this time, my aunt, uncle and cousin--Ross--and I gets to skip school on Monday in favor of going to Canada to Rossland. If I'm lucky, I'll get high tea.
... Don't judge me. It's not like I DO anything at school anymore. Maybe I'll do something Tuesday? I'm basically useless on Mondays anyway... Hm. I should get together some crap to read for car rides.
[Rips out hair while screaming] I'M SO FRICKING BORED.

~DJ

Post!

Ja, so, Meggles wants to have a grand mal 'Camping extravaganza' as a celebration of the end of school. She thinks my house would be a good place and I agree, mostly because then people would be coming to visit me out of something besides pity.
There would also be an extravaganza on Kibble's boat of house-boatiness. And we all know what extravaganzas are for.
~DJ

Doctor Who?

I love this show. Isn't it amazing what you catch by accident and two days later can't stop thinking about it? Hell, how couldn't a person adore this show? It's got the best the telly has to offer--real British slang, amazing British accents, time/dimension traveling, 50's police boxes, aliens... AND THE TARDIS. (Time and Relative Dimension[s] in Space)
TARDISes. TARDISi? What is the plural of TARDIS?
The show makes me sad, though, because my incompetent telly refuses to record any of the shows, on the SciFi or BBC America channels. The only two I have access to I have watched three times each.
...I bet the Doctor knows about the Nazca Lines. The ones in the Nazca Desert of Peru. There's an orca there. AN ORCA. IN A DESERT. IN PERU. Nobody can honestly tell me that's not badass.
~DJ

Shitkittens.

Mother's Day. AKA 'Do-Whatever-the-Hell-your-Mum-says-to Day.' Like I haven't been doing that all weekend.
My mum and dad won't let me go to Japan because I lied so I wouldn't have to go on a hike. The same hike I eventually had to go on anyway, because they caught me. My carpool's mum apparently never checks her messages and so now I am not going to Japan. Shitkittens.
My parents insist that they would have let me skip anyway because they know I hate hikes, but I highly doubt it seeing as all they complain about now is my lack of good health. Like I care about that.
~DJ

Dooododooododo.

I didn't get any D or D Thursday, because The Douchetard feels it is appropriate to tell me these things thirty minutes before they wouldn't happen. I am promised nerd-hobbiness Tuesday.
Now I listen to Jason Steele music to make me happeh. Bananas in ears make this bright blue sphere go around, the afterlife is France, it's impossible to wear a frown in Candy Town, and something about modern steam-powered engines of the future.
...I don't quite get it either, but it's funny. No, not just when I'm out of it. It's funny at noon when I'm sitting amongst friends and talking about nothing too. Then again, I've taken to sleeping in a dodgeball/football field at noon recently, so who am I to know when I'm 'out of it'?
Bah. Sleepy-time. ish.
~DJ

D & D

Today I get the marvelous opportunity to go and play Dungeons & Dragons. Not with Aaron. D & D with Aaron is far more fun than D & D with the affectionately dubbed, 'Douchetard,' Terrence O'Connor.
I've missed the past three games--two of my own negligence, one because I failed to clean my room--and I suppose if I want to keep this up with them I should attend every so often.
Maybe it's because I have to deal with the RHS kids who I--and I quote--'Abandoned.' They react strangely whenever I'm about. I think I've gotten more polite since I left. I still prefer D & D-ing with Aaron and them, but I think that's a bit of a lost cause. That's okay though because fourth edition is out in thirty or so days, and then I can play more, and maybe read less web comics of fail. (AMAZING WEB COMICS. I'm the fail.)

~DJ

PS: Starting this post, I demand a comment tax. You read it, you comment it. I KNOW NED'S NOT THE ONLY ONE WATCHING!

Fucked up.

Have you ever gone somewhere, or seen something that made you think, 'If I'd done something else here... my life would be different.'?
Did I make a mistake when I chose Rivercity over Riverside? I see pictures of all my old friends from Riverside. Mucking about, going to prom, recording CDs,--here's lookin' at you, Paul!--being basically happy about their lives... I think about the person I am now. I live in my room. I hardly leave. I surf webcomics and Wikipedia for fun! What kind of fucked-up person am I?
I know I don't usually talk about me on my blog. I usually post about how something is going and my opinions on shit. Posting about me, my actual self seems almost stupid after all my other crap which I'm sure is far more appreciated.
But, I have to pause and wonder... What would I be if I'd stayed? Would I still stay at home surfing Wikipedia and webcomics while my friends went to prom, or would I be there, dressed up like everybody else, having a good time?

The most important question here, obviously, is whether I'd be happier at RHS than I am at RLA. I love all my new RLA friends. Skye-Symphony, Joel, Aaron, Meggles, and even though I'm a little mad at them, Kibbles and Von Bothmer too. But wouldn't I have new friends at RHS to add to the friends I already had? Without the bittersweet freedom once offered at RLA, would I have finally gotten my ass in gear and worked, even when I didn't feel like any knowledge wanted to penetrate my skull? That happens here at RLA--a total lack of inspiration.
I can't answer any of these questions, and that's what bothers me. Prior knowledge indicates to me that I won't be getting a decent night's sleep today, despite how tired I am. I am not going to be re-reading the back log of Oh My Gods! either. I'm probably going to lay awake all night and think about the kind of person that RHS would have made me. Because there's no way I'm gonna be able to find out.
~DJ

Frickin' Thieves

Friends, Romans, countrymen.
Thieves run rampant through RLA's stank-filled halls. What the hell, assholes? You've pushed this way too far. Goddamn, fuckers. You even got Sande to look up shit. Kleptomania my ass. iPods, purses, actual monies... Those don't really constitute as the usual klepto's 'worthless' MOD of gum and lip balm.
No, Sande. This person(s) is a plain thief and no amount of medical help would do jack shit. Mayhaps a stint in a stanky, cold closet... But I digress. It hasn't been approved as a viable treatment yet...
~DJ

Bloomsday?

It's approximately 3 in the afternoon. I just got up because my da called to warn me that an electrician is coming and they might be back before him.
I effin hate Bloomsday. I bet on Monday, half the kids at RLA are going to be wearing their Bloomsday shirts.
I'm waaaay too lazy to take on something as arduous as Bloomsday.
~DJ

zzzzz

Guess who hasn't done anything of merit today! Me, that's who. I have slept and played Final Fantasy III--which I really should finish before IV comes out--and nothing else. I feel damn accomplished.
~DJ

HAI GAIS!!

Bah. This is annoying. I'm bored, despite the massive amounts of things I have to do. Bah. I'm thinking about submitting an uber-short story to Podcastle. Like, really, REALLY short. It's can't be more than five hundred words.
If I decide I like it, I might post it for all you, my adoring fans.
I'm kidding. Rawren and Ned are the only people that check this.
~DJ