Mood: Happiness~

I'm so happy, my cute chibi samurai shirt that I bought on vacation was too large for me so I was going to go spend money to get it tailored, but then I washed it once and it shrank just enough so now I don't have to~ La la la la~ My shirt is so rockin'. The paper tag that was hanging from the shirt says: "Life is bitter-sweet. Just as the master Samurai utters a poem with his last breath, so do we live, work, sleep, make love, dance, sing, and eat sushi . . . all the while moving slowly toward death." And then instead of normal tag inside the neck of the shirt with the washing directions, etc, it's actually screen printed right on the inside of the shirt and it's even more rad than the tag:

Hai°Koo says:
wash cool, dry low,
avoid hot irons
and be nice
to your friends.

made in the USA
by loving hands
and lonely robots

100% cotton
50% bitter
50% sweet

My shirt happies me~

The second episode of the new West Wing season is on tonight, I'm pumped. CJ AND DANNY HAVE BABIES! *Squeal* I demand you all to watch West Wing so I can gush about CJ and Danny's adorable love.

I'm also very pumped for Revenge of the Sith coming to DVD on November 1st, specifically about the full version of the "Creating General Grievous" featurette. I look forward to a combination of lots of splendid Grievous as well as lots of interesting 3D animation techno-babble, both of which are awesome, and together in a hopefully very lengthy featurette can only equal money well invested in movie rental fees.

So since I've been banned from coming to the Halloween party wearing a name tag that says "Hi, my name is God" I'm dressing up as Dib from Invader Zim instead which is also good. Dib is cool, I mean, he's no God, but he's still groovy. Besides, I already have a long black coat, so all I need to buy for it is a plain blue shirt that I can iron-print on and some cool boots. We need to embark on an outing to Value Village, who's with me? HUZZUH!

Mood: Gimpy

See, but now I actually have a legitimate reason to. Yesterday I slipped on a patch of ice on the driveway and landed on my left arm, ended up having my dad drive me to the hospital, and found out that I'd cracked my elbow. When that happened, apparently when I hit it, it started to bleed a little inside, and the blood pushed on muscles or something as equally as stomach-churning (the doctor says it's called a "sailboat" -- because the misshapen little shadow on my x-ray that was blood is shaped like the sail of a boat. . .ooh hooooo, CLEVER PLAY ON WORDS THERE, ho ho. . .) So in any event, I'm in a sling and a brace-like thing now, at least until Friday when I'm supposed to go back for more x-rays.

Good news! I'm off from work for a week due to my winter war wound, since I'm gibbled and am only one-handed! It'll be my mini week holiday, huzzuh!

Bad news. I'm off from work for a week due to my winter war wound, since I'm gibbled and am only one-handed. . . Which means they're not paying me and, and my paycheck will be very tiny. . . ;_;

So for the next several days, I'm keeping myself pretty much house bound, considering I can't drive like this, things like doing my hair is pretty much impossible gimp-a-fied, and I can barely get dressed without dislocating something. (Except for Monday, in which I have to still go to Nait all day to do some Student for a Day program for the class I'm applying for this fall -- that is not going to be a fun morning. . .) Other than that, I foresee my plans mainly including lots of West Wing DVDs, and catching up on a lot of drawing. . .except that I can't hold my drawing pad. . .which I guess means I'll have to prop it up against something. . .which will be awkward. . . T-T

On a completely unrelated note, I got awesome seat tickets to A Night of Improv again featuring the Whose Line is it Anyway guys at the Winspear in June, which happies me. The tickets are part of my birthday present from my parents. Our favorite little, bald, Canadian-born Colin Mochrie is actually going to be there this year, so this time my sister and I are totally making our "We Love You Colin!" banner and will be waving it enthusiastically in the crowd. If at any point in the show Colin does his raptor walk, I will most likely have to be restrained from jumping the stage and glomping him right there.

Kay, that's it, I'm off. It's taken me fifty-six minutes to type this post, because I'm doing the one-handed, chicken-pecking thing, and it's extremely bothersome. I go now to watch some glorious Bradley Whitford.

(Oh, and the nurse behind the desk in the x-ray waiting room saw me and was like, "You're Sobeys girl!" The fact that I'm becoming increasingly more recognized around the city from working at Sobeys depresses me to levels you cannot even believe.)

Mood: Meh

This week has been tiring for stupid reasons that shouldn't be, in turn making me feel equally stupid, thus provoking probably too much chocolate than is most likely healthy for one human body, and hours of Cardcaptor Sakura. Last couple of days work has been draaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaging, and I'm not looking forward to going back in tomorrow and standing for another seven hours that will seem like seven YEARS. *Falls off chair in a congealed mess on floor*

Seanathan sent me this link, and I was distracted from stupidness by better stupidness that made me gafaw (I don't think anyone has ever actually "gafaw"-ed, but it's a fun word so let's go with it.)

Had my first crash course in Macromedia Flash on the weekend. Flash eats my soul. It's simpler than I thought it would be, the basics anyway, but in a very loooooong, drawn out, time-consuming sort of way. A three minute flash movie like on Albino Blacksheep -- I would DIE before I can imagine making and finishing one of those.

Inane is getting sloppy on their Naruto translations. . .this saddens me. The news that Naruto has been licensed also aggravates me to a degree, for the sole reason that I fear having to be forced to resort to IRC to download episodes if bittorrent downloads become unavailable. I'll have to rage. Just a bit.

More links that have been compiling in my mailbox:

This happies me. Especially the dragging the mouse through the wood shavings part.

While this disturbs me.

AHHHHHHHH!

Gafaw! Matrix cow.

citroen_C4.wmv (You have to right-click and save this one to watch it, or you get a 404 error.)

Amanda-chan, you must show me this HP badger flash movie. It haunts my dreams at night. "Snaaaaaaape. Snaaaaaaape."

On with the quizes. For each of your fandoms, list:

Fandom: Escaflowne
1. A character you absolutely worship: Dilandau
2. A character you like: Folken
3. A character you could give or take: Allen
4. A character you don't really care for: Hitomi
5. A character you'd like to stab: Millerna

Fandom: Naruto
1. A character you absolutely worship: Orochimaru
2. A character you like: Gaara and Kakashi (so torn. . .)
3. A character you could give or take: Naruto
4. A character you don't really care for: Neji
5. A character you'd like to stab: Sakura

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
1. A character you absolutely worship: Roy
2. A character you like: Hughes
3. A character you could give or take: Winry
4. A character you don't really care for: Tucker
5. A character you'd like to stab: Rose

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
1. A character you absolutely worship: Spike
2. A character you like: Practically every other character EVER.
3. A character you could give or take: Dawn
4. A character you don't really care for: Riley
5. A character you'd like to stab: Kenedy

Looking forward to next week on West Wing -- Josh and Toby, THROW DOWN! Be there next Wednesday! *Girly cat fight ensues* I want Josh and Donna to snog. It would happy me. (Lack of grammer also happies me. And lack of spell check.)

Okay, I'm out.