Mood: Computer-happy~

First off, Roboraptor is the shitz~ I never thought a half-meter long dinosaur-shaped robot could fill me with so much glee. He's so CUTE. And he can NUZZLE YOUR HAND! He's like a kitty, only raptor-shaped! If I had $200 to frivolously blow without feeling guilty I would skip out to Toys R Us and purchase a little raptor of robotic doom right now, and then turn him on and just let him wander around my house. Occasionally I may dress up a tiny, furry animal in rodeo gear and tie it to his back to ride him like a prehistoric cowboy.

Inspired by Roboraptor's awesomeness, I doodled this in Illustrator class because I'm just a little insane like that. THE PEN TOOL DESTROYS MY SOUL!!! >_<

Also, while not inspired by robotic dinosaur awesomeness, but rather the awesomeness of, uh, spheres. . .of the circular shape. . .*shifty eyes*. . .I GIVE YOU SPHERES OF DOOM! (I like the lava-rock one, muh HA.) I'm enjoying 3D class to a copious extent, despite it being the most frustratingly complicated program I've ever used in my life, and my goal is to be able to make an at least somewhat recognizable General Grievous model by the end of the year, if my brain doesn't implode before then.

I finished watching Gankutsuou the other day and it was fab -- although I didn't much care for the Count as much anymore after he became all broody and asshole-ish. The show had some good, tingly music though, so I downloaded the OST and I've been listening over and over to track 18 for the last three days. I've also started watching the entire series of Last Exile, mostly motivated at this point by the need to see more Dio action, but also because the broody captain, whatshisname, reminds me of an angsty, military-garbed Snape which thrills me for very obvious reasons.

OMFG, my sister's friend downloaded the entire series of Gargoyles and now I own it all and I can burn it to DVD and watch it without messing with scribbly VHSs and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! *Happy~*

Yesterday during lunch I played cards with Brock and a few people from my class. Somehow I managed to win at a game I'd never played on the first round, but then every round after that ended up either Scum or Vice-Scum. *So much failure* I think we need to break out a game of Zombies or Ninja Burger one of these days at lunch because it makes lunch go by fast, and besides then I could blow the world away with my Zombie prowess~ WE'LL SEE WHO'S VICE-SCUM THEN! (Board games make me competitive. . .)

To wile away the hours during my boredom in Web class and Photoshop class, I've started to make avatars, because I think I could be a very avatar kind of gal if only I actually had some avatars. So I sort of went on a bit of an obsessive avatar-making spree in the course of a day, and now I have all these avatars and absolutely nothing to do with them. With that said, AVATARS IN YOUR FACE!

Mood: Headachey

Blaaaerrrgghhhlll~ Sever bluckiness yesterday that made me come home early from work, slept it off enough to properly enjoy Gargoyles-a-thon last night, now the head trolls with blunt hammers are back and I have to go to work in an hour and stand all night.

So on Thursday I went into downtown Edmonton for aforementioned jury selection. Forget the actually jury selection itself, just traveling down there was a whole plain of stressful bad that you can't even imagine, stemming from me getting on the wrong bus at the wrong time, although I can hardly be held accountable since the bus said it was the 201, and I was seven minutes early so I just thought the bus was early too, so a novice bus rider such as myself really had absolutely no justification not to think that was my bus.

Anyway, assorted bus havoc aside, it wasn't anything like what I thought it was going to be; for one, I went in prepared to be grilled in some interrogation-like interview but they didn't ask us a single question at all. Jury selection consists of 200 random strangers sitting in a courtroom where they made us watch a hardcore 70s intro movie to the process of jury selection, complete with big frizzy hair and ugly mustard suits, and then they randomly draw names and call us up twenty or so at a time to the front in a line before the prosecuting and defending lawyers for the case -- they stare at us, then either say "content" for yay, or "challenged" for nay, and in accordance we either sit bad down or take our place in the jury box until there's twelve jurors and two alternates. (It's crazy. For all they know they could be selecting twelve racist bigots who don't like the color of the accused skin, and he'd wind up with life in jail whether he was guilty or not.)

So I'm an ALTERNATE. For an ATTEMPTED MURDER case.

So in a nutshell, I'm the backup they plop in the box if two of the jury members die or whatnot over the weekend, or if one of them dies and the first alternate goes MIA or similar. I have to go in on Monday, regardless, to see if I'm needed and if not they ship me off back home and I'm off scott free. Or at least that's the story they give us. . .

*Court officers show up at Brenna's house*

"You're under arrest."

"What?! But I'm an alternate for the jury!"

"No no, that means if the accused if found innocent, YOU go to jail, muh ha ha ha ha. . . Judicial loophole."

*Drags her off and bludgeons her death when she tries to flee across the border*

;_;

Oh, and then when I was waiting for the bus back to St. Albert, some woman I've never met before in my life drives up in her car near the curb, honks at me, and is like, "I was in the jury, you going to St. Albert, I'll give you a ride," and I'm like, *sweatdrop* "Um. . .no, thank you. . ." *takes a step away*, and I spent half an hour waiting for the stupid bus and avoiding the scary crazy man walking back and forth across the road. I hate Edmonton.

Mood: British

8st 21 (at a complete loss of what that second number means and how to correctly calculate it), alcohol units 0 (v.g.), cigarettes 0 (excellent, v.v.g.), calories approx. 481 (unsure of whether good or poor, don't particularly care either way).

Official start of double day-off stretch. Spent entire morning lounging on couch like modern, lazy, but very respectable young woman reading BJ book 1, and am now finding self still thinking and speaking in grammatical-error-ridden, point-note form. Book is deliriously funny, however, mildly nonplussing re. plethora of obscure British slang ex. "fuckwittage." Also learned what a gherkin is.

Dreaded juror summon tomorrow morning. Taking transit system -- so as to escape paying for parking and winding up lost in scary Edmonton gutters -- downtown tomorrow to city courthouse to carry out obligated duty as functional and responsible public citizen in judicial system. Debating on whether or not court house officials will or will not throw me out on my ear if I don blue jeans and Tigger stripey socks, or if more prof. style is the way to go. Somewhat v. nervous. Will probably die. At utmost least, wind up incarcerated, and end up depending on good friends to sneak me money and cigarettes stuffed in the tried-an-tested facade of padding of a bra.

Have been cut off from further bandwidth usage until undetermined time later in February. Internet providers sent Dad large amounts of bills in the post and rang him many times, and as immediate result, everything went horribly pear-shaped and anime downloading privileges are at complete standstill. (Sad.)

Original plans yesterday included tagging along with sister and co. to jaunting swimming outing, however, being inherently lazy and possessing the attention span of a blueberry scone, excitement re. strenuous water activities dulled over course of the day. By 8:00 p.m., found myself ending up hoping sister would neglect to extend regular, weekly invitation -- so as to avoid guilt re. lack of exercise whilst still earning points for putting forth long overdue, commendable effort.

Looking forward to Gargoyles-a-thon on Saturday. Plans will no doubt include much larger calorie intake then humanly reasonable. Bloody excellent.

Mood: Tired but happy

Today was good but I am very tired from running around the city all day visiting numerous relatives. I got some cool presents this year, the most prominent of them being an AUTOMATIC CAR STARTER, YAY!!! NO MORE COLD, WHITE FINGERS! YAAAaaaAAAaaaY! And for a list of other X-Mas goodies, in no particular order: a drawing lightbox, lots of decorative Asian stuff for my room, Barrel o' Monkeys, gift certificates for La Senza and Chapters and movies and Crimson Quill, chocolate, Notting Hill special edition DVD, Bridget Jones: the Edge of Reason book, black ninja Stikfa, Shaman King calendar, Tigger socks, bath and nail care products, and Italian link bracelet charms. My Gargoyles DVD also came in the mail! (I had to pick it up from Chris's old house, but the new owners weren't home and the package was just sitting there in the mailbox so I looked around and then grabbed it and tore rubber home. I realize that since they purposely left it in the mailbox they intended for someone just to pick it up anyways, but I was still paranoid that cops were going to suddenly jump me out of the bushes and arrest me for stealing mail or something. . . ^^; )

So after already having two heated conversations about whether or not I'm allowed to skip out on Boxing Day dinner at my grandparents tomorrow to go shopping, tonight I was finally told I was actually allowed to go, as long as it doesn't happen every year and as long as I at least make an appearance some time later tomorrow night after dinner, which I'm good with. I've never experienced wading through the masses on Boxing Day at WEM before, I'm sure it'll be an experience I'll most likely end up never wanting to repeat. But there's lots of fun things I want to buy tomorrow, gya ha ha.

Mmm. Sleep now. See all you guys tomorrow~

Things. . .

. . .you shouldn't do in a church.

Mood: Cold (but what else is new?)

It's official, Harry Potter book six is set to be released in Canada July 16th! This is uber exciting, I'm pumped, lookit, I'm dancing~ *Grooves in her chair* Chelle and I are going to pre-order it off Chapters again and we can only hope that it will be delivered to our door by the same little boy as last year. Chelle and I were waiting in the living room, a van pulled up in the driveway, a ten-year-old kid lept out clutching two packages and streaked up to our door waving his hands and screaming "HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER!" and we met him at the door and we were all like "HARRY POTTER!!!" and he threw us our books and raced back to his van. It was awesome.

I finished my assorted gift exchanges this week. Jenny-chan gave me CHOCOLATE XD and the first two mangas of the series, Tramps Like Us, which is a splendid heaping of cute shoujo and gorgeous art, and I love Momo, and I have to admit I think I'm already addicted to it and I most definately want to buy the next volume. Gya ha haaaaHAAAAhaaaa~ For the Secret Santa, Chris-a-toe-pher (I don't know where this spelling came from all of a sudden but you know that now I've written it once, it's sticking for the rest of eternity) ordered me the FREAKING GARGOYLES SEASON 1 DVD! *Rolls around on the ground* It hasn't arrived yet but rest assured when it does we're all emmassing in my basement and having a Gargoyles-a-thon.

I want Sims2 for Macintosh, not especially for the actual game playing aspect of it but to toy around with the movie maker thing that it comes with, like in The Strangerhood. I don't care what you say, that's cool. I also found a whole mess of awesome Naruto skins, so now I totally want to play Sims with Kakashi and Gaara and Orochimaru. OMG, they need to make a Rock Lee skin. . . @_@

People, remind me once it's not so very cold to go down to Whyte Ave for the day. Despite the arctic temperatures Dad and Chelle just spent today walking around down in all the stores without me and I've become bitter and jealous because I've never taken the time to do that. BITTERNESS.

Things. . .

. . .you would do if you changed genders for one day.

Mood: EXPLODING WITH JOY! (The fox doesn't quite convey the full explodey feeling, I need to find better emoticons.)

Lance, you are officially my blond, Aryan god of sunshine and happy chocolate. LOOK AT WHAT HE FOUND!!!

LOOK HERE, LOOK LOOK LOOK!

Greg Weisman's Gargoyles, first complete season freaking DVD! Oh. My. God. This is freaking awesome, you don't even understand! And if Disney finally got off their ass and put together a season one set, then season two must be in the works for an eventual release too! I know that some times you can find some bootleg VCDs on eBay of the series but there's never a trustworthy seller that I ever bought one. This is so exciting, I already have the entire series taped on VHS from when it aired on television, but the tapes are rotting, and the episodes are all out of order, and my recording skills were less than emaculate and some episodes have bits cut off like The Edge where the last five minutes is taped over and I know Grief is on there at least three times and not once did I ever manage to get the entire episode without the VHS running out of tape half-way. Aieeeee, I wish Chelley was home because she'll freak when she finds out and we could be happy together. BUH HA HA HA HA HA!

*Bounce bounce bounce*