ARRGH I HATE TURBULENCE.

And I've been worrying about dad getting back all right for a while.

He's landed...

But apparently something went wrong, because it's at the wrong airport and mom has to go pick him up.

HE'S WELL ENOUGH TO USE A PHONE. So this is a good thing.

In other news.

... I'm still kinda shaky from the flight over. About 2 and a half hours ago. If that tells you anything.

But, you know. I'm also a wuss. And my dad tries to lie about broken legs so as not to worry people.

So clearly he is more suited to small plane flight than I.

Which is good, as he's piloting the damn thing.

In yet other news.

Still wrestling with thesis. Fucker WILL NOT DIE.

Also. Miyake needs to write legibly if she wants me to take her comments seriously. Because, what the hell. I am not trudging through four pages of chicken scratch to read about how "I need to talk about setting"... WHEN I'VE SAID FIVE TIMES THAT SETTING DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER AND I'M NOT ADDRESSING IT.

Fuck shit.

This woman is trying to end my soul. And here I thought that after Kurita, it was somewhat safe.

... but yea. I'll submit these re-writes, and if it was that important, she'll make me re-write again. No big deal.

Except, HA HA, I have two and a half weeks before it's due.

Also.

Writing thesis will make you hate writing. Just saying.

Because sweet jesus I hate having to explain every little goddamn thing. If my readers are this fucking stupid? Honestly? I fucking DISOWN them.

... I'm just going to be a little bunch of happy for the rest of the semester. Which is why I brought back a box of sleep-aid tablets. And every sickness-preventing measure known to MAN to keep me from falling behind again. Son of a BITCH.

... Ok, I'm done. For now. Mainly because I'm running out of creative ways to say dirty words.

Goddamn stress indigestion won't go away.

So. Anyway. Other than that. Finally feeling somewhat human again.

Which is AMAZING considering I didn't get to sleep until after 5 this morning.

WHY, YOU ASK?

Because I convinced myself that I had acetaminophen poisoning. And couldn't fall asleep due to the fear that I would wake up DEAD. (Or. You know. NOT wake up.)

Because I took Excedrin (containing small amounts) at around 6, and then Sudafed (containing, again, reasonable amounts) at around 1.

.... BECAUSE THAT TOTALLY MAKES SENSE FOR POISONING LEVELS.

Goddamn internet, making me a hypochondriac.

In other news.

I WANT TO GO HOME.

(Oh, and for those interested, I didn't go to Dir. BECAUSE MY BODY FAILED AND CAUGHT ME A FLU FOR MY VERY OWN.)

So.

My body fails.

And gets me sick THE DAY OF THE DIR CONCERT?!

Fucking SHIT.

It was like the one brilliant ray of happy sunshine in this month!

GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.

... and now I realize I am indeed sick... because my arms tired from typing this out. Hoooo fuck.

GODDAMNIT I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SENT IT UPS.

WHERE'S MY APPLICATION.

SFDKJNFDSKJNJNFDKJDNFkjnfkjsdnfkjndkjN#UH(@$#Y(*#&Y&#HRNDSNDiun

Yoinked from murasaki_kaze and her text box of happiness.

( Wheeee.... )

103's a weird number to end on.

SUBMITTED.

AH HA HA HA.

... may the spazzing commence.

Why is it that whenever there's studying to be done, I procrastinate my ass off.

I mean, I'm usually pretty good about the whole not-putzing-around thing. Get my Japanese homework done on Thursday and everything.

But studying...

Especially for fake science..

Blaaargh.

Also.

I... don't know what to wear to Dir. @_< I left all my concert gear at home, FOOLISHLY.

GAH.

And: apparently I do know how to flirt. Unfortunately, things are never quite as nice once you have them. Awww damn.

COURSE LISTINGS ARE UP.

Watch me not do work today. XD

And my left calf is KILLING ME...

And I don't know why. :/

Goddamn.

EDIT- Why is it that I fail with the flirting... this shit is hard.

Heaven save us from fangirls and unbridled Japan lust. :/

(Admittedly, that may not deserve an America tag... but it works.)

Off to go get new copies of my transcript... as the old ones didn't seem to count Lofgren's cinema course as worth mentioning.

Seriously. Just wasn't there. As though I'd taken two courses in my second semester at AKP.

Looked at my online transcript. It was THERE, but it gave me 4 GPA points. We get 12 GPA points for A's here, kids.

And the funny part is..

It had it written down that I earned an A.

So.

Clearly, the system has it in for Lofgren.

(That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

But it's all fixed now; in a matter of 24 hours no less. Hooray for a very kind registrar's office, run by a lady whose kid did CIR a couple years ago.

I KNOW RIGHT.

Now, just... waiting on Yamashita's rec. >_> Oh dear.

Debating on whether or not I should send him an e-mail this week asking for a guesstimate... You don't wanna piss off the guy writing your rec.

Although he did promise it by Monday.

OH WELL.

Off to present in Bio a class late due to no fault of my own. Hooray for half an hour presentations from idiots who read from slides.

EDIT- If I get sick I am going to PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE THROAT.

Seriously, what the fuck is with everyone around me being sick. And going to class. And sitting beside me. For all I know they're wiping their noses on doorhandles to spite me.

I wish I had a mask. And a spray-bottle of lysol.

Note to self:

Quit being so goddamn jealous.

It only gives you heartburn.

... aaand now I want to go to Stanford because of their awesome taiko club.

... something may be wrong with that. XD

HA HA, I'm going to see Dir on November 20th.

WIN.

I was convinced they weren't coming to LA, based on my last check-up.

I never thought I'd say this, but... THANK GOD FOR FACEBOOK.

I never would have known if it hadn't been for that ad. >_>

As I'm going alone, however, now waiting 20+ hours for moi. Just get there at a reasonable time, and see what happens. I've already had the against-the-bar experience, so it's no problem.

Also, American fans suck ass, and I don't want to associate with them anymore. XP Don't know why Dir seems to like them so much. Can't even play ain't afraid to die here... Ungrateful, unappreciative... (mumblegrumble)

Also. Although it's Gen Admission Standing Room only... my ticket has a row and a seat number. SO WHO KNOWS.

And it's row 8 too, so not bad, if that actually means something. :3 It may just be Ticketmaster being silly though.

You know, like making my 22.50 ticket ultimately cost 37+ bucks through various surcharges. THAT'S PRETTY DAMN SPECIAL. :/

Let's just hope that my being a big girl and going to West Hollywood all on my lonesome doesn't get me shanked. X3 OH LOS ANGELES.

... whee the excitement's in mah tummy. X3

TWENTY-TWO PAGES and I'm STILL not done with this goddamn chapter?!

JESUS.

...

This isn't writing itself quite as quickly as I would have hoped. >_> Looks like I'm going to have to work into the week... because I swear my paragraphs are getting dumber and dumber the longer I write.

Admittedly, the more I write in general, the dumber this chapter seems. X3 Goddamnit. This is the MEAT of my thesis!

... I assume Miyake would have told me if it was dumb, considering my outline was pretty thorough.

YAGH.

EDIT- 28.5 pages. Possibly done. Possibly. It may be that I just don't want to look at it any more. >_> It's got a concluding paragraph, GOD DAMNIT.

EDIT 2- Nope, nope, on about 30 now. Gaaah.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I got perfect on the content, coherence, and quantity of my Japanese essay... but then 5/10 for grammar. X3

I'm trying to convince myself that I'm in that stage children go through when they're learning their native language, when they start learning rules and using them instead of producing things through rote memorization, which, while leading to any number of mistakes, proves that they're learning.

... oh yea, using language acquisition linguistics to justify my shit grammar. X3

We have to turn in a re-write anyway, and Takahashi was very thorough in correcting, so I'm hip.

In other news.

Dear subconscious: quit fucking with me, please. Enough with the long, involved, ultimately tragic romance dreams.

Because seriously. I am not a shoujo manga. Knock it off.

Last night, it was something like... I fell for some waiter/bartender guy, then got SPLIT IN HALF personality wise (how? I'll never know, it just kinda suddenly happened)... and of course ended up being the "bitch" half, while the other half was just sweet and gross and unbelievably part of myself in general... Then he got frozen because of soviets (yes, SOVIETS)...? And when we managed to thaw him (with LYE, yes, LYE), I think the implication was that my two selves could never be rejoined (???) and he would go with the nice one. Because, well, yea.

See? My subconscious is fucked.

It was a LONG dream. Full of WOE.

... and red vines. The red vines were nice.

It's really kinda lame, now that I write it out. XD At least be less tween-novel-esque, subconscious. Jesus.

Finally finished unpacking. Jesus.

I took one, half-full suitcase home. Came back with it full, plus a box, plus a bag, and a case of shin-cup ramen.

(Damn straight, shin-cup ramen. Ten of them. IN A CASE FUCKERS.)

In more exciting news.

I do indeed have Hashimoto's Thyroditis. Hip-hip-hooray.

In happier news? I might not need treatment at this point. I got blood tests taken yesterday, and the results of those will say whether I need to be taking medication or not. But, no lumps or cysts on my thyroid (he took an ULTRASOUND of my NECK), so that's good.

In less happy news, it is a life-long condition which I will have to get checked-up on once a year, minimum. That's some inheritance WIN right there. Especially considering it skipped a generation to get to me. (I got it from my grandma on my dad's side.. admittedly, it affects 7 times more women than men, so.)

Along with fucking with my thyroid (which I assume is the reason for the rest of the possible issues), this disease makes it more likely that I'll miscarry (no problem) and get various auto-immune diseases, like lupus. Now, grandma, while currently ill due to stomach cancer, had five kids and no auto-immunes. So, at least I inherited some sort of luck along with it?

(Mind, grandma has A- blood too. How she had those five kids is a friggin' medical mystery.)

But yea. I'll write that I have the condition on my medical form... but hopefully won't have to deal with explaining medication, other than my migraine meds. That'll be fine.

Aaaannndd I'm sleepy now. Maybe I should have eaten something more substantial today than goldfish, coffee and a salad. :/

.. I wanna ride the Hankyuu. ):

I don't know, I just suddenly got that feeling. XD

And aside from being routinely insulted by the JET coordinator during the information session Tuesday, it's been an ok week.

(Don't even ask, I'll just get started again. Crazy bitch.)

Just gotta re-write my personal statement (AGAIN) since Miyake is very kindly correcting the SHIT out of it for me. (You know how she corrects papers? She's doing the same thing for me. It admittedly isn't as crushing as when she's doing it to thesis. Oh god.) And finish that ridiculous worksheet Takahashi gave us for that old people divorce drama... thbbbt. I'd rather we were watching a Kimutaku drama. X3 IT WOULD NOT INVOLVE DIVORCE.

And then I'll go HOME. To be routinely tested for... hypothyroidism. I think. Whichever one Hashimoto's is.

All I'm hoping is that he figures it out, and promptly prescribes me something simple so I can fill out the medical form on the JET app and be DONE WITH IT. Son of a bitch.

Anyway. There was epic fog this morning. As in, I looked outside and couldn't see ten feet. The fuck is that, California. NEVER seen that shit before. (Or, well, I may have sophomore year... and forgotten. X3)

Taken from murasaki_kaze

1. If you're on my friends list, I want to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine.
2. Comment here with your answers and repost the questionnaire on your own journal.

( Uh. I can't do the box thing, so. Format fail. )

Whee.

Why are medical conditions so goddamn problematic.

YES I take pills, but for SHIT'S sake, they're for migraines. I'm not going to flip my shit and stab a man if I don't have them for a few days. (I'll just cry and guzzle excedrin.)

(Admittedly, they pointedly don't require explanation for contraceptives. Way to be hip, JET.)

...

And the thyroid thing that I don't even know if I have? Sounds WAAAY more serious than it is. The only symptoms I have are BEING TIRED. And yet SOMEHOW I MANAGE.

Buuut I still have to have a doctor fill out the damn form. Feeeh.

And I had to send off to HIF for a transcript. Because I can only get a letter from the registrar IF I did the program through our study abroad office. WHICH I DID COULD NOT.

So I had to pay fifteen bucks BY INTERNATIONAL MAIL ORDER to get my shit.

The lady at the post office gave me a look. "... that's all??"

Yup. Bureaucracy sucks ass. And HIF is stupid. I sent them an e-mail after I "ordered" the thing... they better be snappy goddamnit.

Mom thinks they're trying to see how much shit I can take before I snap. DX

BURAUCRACYYYY!

Also. The online app. Is a little fucked.

It says put N/A in wherever the question doesn't apply.

Then gets on my ass because N/A wasn't the right format for that question.

WTF.

I should stop updating the last post and just make a new one. Jesus.

So, yea. Still can't access the app. Seeing nothing in the way of comforting, despite the fact that surrounding attitudes tell me I'm way head of the game.

Aaaand I'm weepy and alone. Weepy may be partly from Miyake tearing through my first chapter. Alone, probably not so much.

I should stop the weepy.

I need to find something fun to do... but I can't honestly think of anything. So I keep going back to Japanese homework... which is decidedly not fun.

I was actually kinda hoping they'd put out the app at midnight. Just cuz. Then I could stay UP ALL NIGHT FILLING IT OUT AND CHECKING AND RE-CHECKING EVERYTHIIING HA HA HA.

/crazy

So, yea. Sometime tomorrow, anyway. Seeing how on the ball they're being this year... I'm guessing 8 pm. X3

I DON'T KNOW MAN, MY STOMACH DOESN'T LIKE IT.

Nor did it like that Japanese Special Dinner. Because... yech. That was quite awful. There wasn't even any crappy dining hall rice to wash it all down with. Honestly, I felt cheated.

Buuut it let me pig out at snack. Or, let me feel like I could. Which is a bad thing. Because I did. Erk. >_>

Aaand I spent all of my (productive) weekend hours reading for thesis.

Learned a lot of interesting things about pre-modern Japanese homosexuality.

...realized I didn't need to know most of it. >_>

Damnit.

After realizing this, wrote a page of chapter 2.

... should have realized this sooner and written more. Am now debating whether I NEED the Reichert and Pflugfelder books... or if Leupp says everything I need. (I think he totally does.)

AND it was freezing cold today. Holy shit. It was in the 90s on Friday, and the 60s today? What the FUCK, California, what the fuck.

... so I ramble when I'm anxious.

... I should probably fix that before any (possible) future interviews. Shit.

Admittedly, I shouldn't be avoiding bed during interviews, so that might help.

EDIT- Ten AM and NADA.

Who's taking bets? X3

Also. Kinda remembered that I should look into getting an HIF transcript... even though I TECHNICALLY didn't get credit from them. Just the ability to jump language levels. (If I HAD gotten credit, I could be much lazier right now...)

But HIF wants me to pay 21 bucks to get three transcripts here in a timely manner.

... yeeeaa, fuck that shit, I'm gonna ask the registrar. X3

EDIT 2- So it's up.

We just can't access it because APPARENTLY JET and the service they're using to put the app online CAN'T COORDINATE.

JESUS H CHRIST.