So, Dewey decided that we should play SecondLife, since everyone else we know is on there.

The downside is that, well, the humans are kinda fugly.

The upside? The furry avatars aren't :D

So, yeah. Dewey and I are furries. Thanks, SecondLife!

Dewey's got me playing DDR :D

We thought we had two mats, but one of them went missing, so we ordered a new game from Amazon that came with a mat - took up all but 50 cents on the Amazon.com giftcard :D We got the package today, so we grabbed the other mat and set everything up. I'm actually getting the hang of it! I've scored myself two Max combos on Beginner (yeah yeah - I'm still getting used to it!) Livy tried to play, but she's not quite coordinated enough to be very good at it. At least we got her moving around instead of her sitting on her bum, watching Simpsons reruns xD

We're gonna poke around Goodwill tomorrow, see if maybe there's a decent working TV, so we can play downstairs without disturbing everyone else. I'm gonna see if my parents kept my old TV, and if they can ship that to us, but in the meantime, we need something to keep us occupied.

Though, if anybody knows anybody who needs an old TV taken off their hands...

So, things are starting to look up. I've got a job interview for a tanning salon tomorrow at 1:30, which makes me happy. I'm not sure what they're looking for, though, since they only called me back and not Dewey. Do they think that because I'm from California that I know about tans? idk. But, it's worth a try. A job's a job, right?

My classes are...well, they're going. I don't like them much, but hey. What can I do?

I suggested the name "Taylor" for Dewey. I haven't gotten a definite response, aside from "But 'Taylor Fletcher' sounds like it should be a children's book character!" XD idk, what do you guys think?

Good evening, F-list!

So tonight, I have some bits of news for you all:

- We still don't have jobs, but we're offering our house-cleaning services to the area. Because...we're lame. And need money.

- I'm seriously considering pursuing an English teaching degree. That's right. I am entertaining the idea of being licensed to sit in a room full of ungrateful, illiterate, plug-in, bubble-wrapped snotrags AND TEACH THEM HOW TO USE A GODDAMN COMMA. Yeah. I think my masochism is flaring up.

- There is a bat in our bedroom. Dewey and I got back to her dad's house, opened up the room for the cats, and bummed out in the living room to watch Livy. We went back down at about midnight, and while we were in there, Tiff, from her perch in the window, suddenly pounced at something in the small, unboarded space in the wall of the sill. When she jumped down, I saw that there was something in her mouth. She dropped that something on the floor under the ping-pong table. And then it twitched. Thinking it was dead or near-dead, we fashioned a scoop out of an empty soda box and tried to pick it up. The thing jumped and crawled away. Not dead, merely unable to fly. I'm pretty sure Tiff broke its wing, possibly crushed some other bones. Either way, we grabbed our computers and locked the cats in the room with it. Last we saw, Plink was tormenting the poor thing D: There's not much we can do, other than stay up in the living room until Bill or Margaret get up so we can tell them THAT THERE IS A GODDAMN BAT IN OUR ROOM. And we can't sleep in there until we know that there isn't an infestation D|

I got a pic of the thing on my camera, but that's also downstairs -_- I'll see if I can get it later in the day.

So I'm on the verge of punching Julia's mother.

Now, normally I stay out of the fights that happen - I basically sit there and comfort Julia and make sure she doesn't completely snap. But today... Today I was tired and sick, and being attacked for our supposedly lacking work ethic as soon as Carol (Dewey's mom) came home was not my idea of a good time. So I started defending us in tandem with Dewey.

Boiling it down, basically: Carol is always right and we're wrong, our way of thinking is wrong/immature/simplistic, whatever we say has no valid point, and I'm not allowed to interrupt her when she's reiterating the same damn point, but she's allowed to interrupt me when I'm explaining something she doesn't fucking get.

Also, apparently showering together is now a sexual activity ¬¬ TOO BAD, WOMAN. WE'VE DONE IT BEFORE AND WE'LL DO IT AGAIN. Not to mention we did have sex here, so she can go fuck a porcupine. After she marries it after knowing it for three months. Like she has with her last two husbands. Both, by the way, essentially failed marriages.

Oh! And, because Carol obviously knows Dewey inside and out, and knows what's best for her "daughter," it doesn't matter that we've discussed our future at length and we've decided what would be best for both of us. Nooooo. According to Carol, Dewey TOTES NEEEEEEDS a Japanese major BECAUSE THAT'S "ALL SHE'S GOOD AT," and OBVIOUSLY she's just GIVING UP her ENTIRE college education JUST to be with me, and I don't love her enough to stop her.

What. The flying. Fuck.

True story? Dewey decided ON HER OWN that it didn't matter if the college we went to had a Japanese major or not. When we were looking in California, I picked out colleges that did have a Japanese major, because there were several, and they were attainable. However, the only college out here in New Hampshire that offers a Japanese major is Dartmouth. Which would be impossible for us both to get into. So Dewey decided, again, on her own, that she could find something else. Her decision has very little to do with me, and very much to do with the situation, and I love her enough to support her decision, knowing that it was done in a logical fashion.

Also, I DROPPED EVERYTHING TO BE OUT HERE WITH HER. I HAD A JOB, A PLACE TO STAY, AND COLLEGES I COULD EASILY GET INTO BECAUSE OF THEIR TRANSFER ACCEPTANCE POLICIES. BUT FUCK THAT, RIGHT? WHAT'S ALL THAT COMPARED TO WHAT DEWEY'S GIVING UP?

Augh. I'm so fucking pissed. We both made compromises for this to work, because you know what? We know that nothing is going to make us happy unless we're together. I could get my dream job, but if it meant being away from Dewey? No. I'm not going to take it. What's the point of doing what you've always wanted to when it's not with the one thing you love more than anything? I love her enough to leave my secure job and have to beg just to flip burgers.

All in all, if Dewey snaps? I'm helping her hide the body. I don't think we can stand another week of this without some serious shit going down...

So, I've got a cold, but I updated cylia_our_year with pics and info of what's been going on lately. Newest post is here~

We've been watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. Now I wanna cosplay Sokka XD Which means Dewey would be cosplaying scruffy!Zuko coz Dewey is totes emo. Yeah, she got me shipping it XD

Also, we let Kinsey out the back door to let her go to the bathroom and all, and usually she comes back to the back door and barks when she wants in. Well, today she went to the front door and didn't bark. I only figured it out on a hunch because her tracks lead towards the way she could get to the front, so we checked and yep, there she was. So now she's unhappy because we didn't give her a treat.

So...

I compulsively clean.

Dewey's mom is a huge packrat and doesn't know when to throw stuff away.

I came upon the cupboard with foodly things.

Amongst throwing out about seven bags of various levels of bran, I found an unopened can of Hershey's Hot Fudge. Not Light Hot Fudge. Not Fat Free Hot Fudge. Not even Low Sodium Hot Fudge. Actual, honest-to-fatty hot fudge. With a Best By date of August '09.

We're eating it anyway.

With Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookie dough.

That's right.

Hot fudge and cookie dough.

oooooh yeeeeeeeah

Signed, FlatSack and Master Swooshy

I'm attempting to re-learn how to knit.

This so-called "easy to follow" book makes it look a lot more complicated than it did when my mom taught me years and years ago...

wtf. I just want a bright-ass green scarf.

Also, Dewey's mother compared her to Bella Swan. Bella. Freaking. Swan. All because apparently Dewey is "giving up" her education in order to be with me. Which isn't the case. Just because Dewey doesn't care whether or not the college we go to has a Japanese major doesn't mean she's giving up college altogether. Christ on a cracker.

I'm waiting for the day Dewey stabs her. And then I will help her hide the body.

So, went to go see Sherlock Holmes...

Slashy goodness abound! |Db

I liked it. It was fun and actiony and slashy and it had RDJ (whom I am not actually attracted to in an "I'd hit it" way, but he seems very cuddly and snuggly).

Now, I'm not in the Holmes fandom, nor have I actually read any of the books, so what I say next is based solely on my knowledge gleaned from the movie alone.

IDK about Irene. I mean, in and of herself, she's pretty awesome and badass. But her "thing" with Holmes? Sure, there may be attraction, possibly even of a sexual nature, but love? Yeah, ain't seein' it.

Also, Watson and Mary. I'm not sure if it was the intention, but I wasn't sold on that relationship as anything more than Watson needs to settle down with a woman so that people don't start getting ideas about him and Holmes.

And while we're on the subject of relationships in movies, can I talk about Star Trek?

I saw the new movie on DVD a few weeks ago. Liked it, had fun, now I wanna watch the old Star Trek episodes.

But...the thing with Spock and Uhura... Did I just happen to miss any substantial necessity or reason for that? My problem is not with the relationship, but rather how it was handled. It was pretty much "O LUK, THESE TWO ARE ~IN LUUUURRRVE~" and that was it. I understand that in real life, sometimes two people are in love and that's that. But in a movie, in an entertainment genre where heterosexual couples are a dime a dozen? I WANT THERE TO BE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR CHARACTERS TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Watson's relationship with Mary? Had reason. It created conflict with Holmes, within Watson, with everything. IT HAD A POINT. It impacted the characters and the events around them.

Spock and Uhura's relationship? The only thing you get in the movie is a humorous throwaway two-line exchange between Kirk and Spock about Uhura's first name. Everything else would have and could have been just the same if she were merely close in a platonic manner.

So, yeah. Hollywood? Plz to stop spoon-feeding me relationships :|

Okay - sorry for worrying you guys with that last post.

Mainly, there's some shit going on, but I think we can handle it. It's all kind of convoluted and insane. I'm not even exactly clear on what's going on, but either way, I think we're fine.

Also, my dad so lovingly reminded me why I don't ever confide my personal feelings with my parents :| And contrary to what he said, you actually don't need money to survive, it just makes it easier. And comfier.

Anyway, all seems to be going okay for now, if a bit rocky. We're still digging around for jobs, which has so far been rather fruitless.

ALSO, I HAVE ENOUGH GOLD FOR ARTISAN FLYING~!!!

/shot

What the fuck, life.

What the ever-loving fuck.

So. Dewey's dad took us to see Avatar. At the Imax theater.

Fucking loved it.

Generic plotline? Yeah. But you know what? It was a generic plotline in a totally kickass world. Seriously. That's just a world and culture I wanna play in. It's beautiful and in-depth. I'm a sucker for that sort of thing. Plus? Totally kickass women.

I'm left with a few questions, though, the most prominent of which is:

What the fuck do their genitals look like?

(Seriously. Not in a pornographic way or anything despite the fact that I want smutfic and I don't care if that makes me a furry, just in a naturally curious "I wanna know!" way.)

I have a feeling this new endeavor is going to leave me with bruises.

...Awesome.

( Also, an awkward query )

Also, I need to redo my moodtheme...

I'm currently wearing an argyle sweater and watching Glee.

Can I get any gayer?

1. Get a job
2. Move out away from parentals
3. Have more sex with Dewey

Not necessarily in that order.

I'm already making good on #3 |Db

Happy New Year, everyone~

( DO NOT READ 8| )

In other news: I officially want to ring Dewey's mom's head from her neck 8D

Dear F-list,

Have I mentioned how much I hate the Alliance?

Dewey and I need money for Artisan Flying. Wool is selling for 20g a stack. The best place to farm wool is in the Stockades dungeon. Stocks is in Stormwind. Stormwind is the Alliance capitol.

Dewey and I die like four or five times running to Stocks (not even players - just guards killing us), but that's fine. Once we're there, we're there, and we can go in and out as many times as we want, really.

That is, as long as there are no bastardly Allies camping the entrance to Stocks.

Dewey ran into them first, then I did about two runs later. A duo of high-level Draenei, intent on killing harmless and honorless Hordies. Seriously. When you exit a dungeon, you're an honorless target for about 10 seconds. It's supposed to discourage the instance-entrance camping, I think. But it doesn't. Because Allies are ALL BASTARDS. So I exit, notice they're there, and I attempt to back right back into the instance, but they see me before I can (mind you, I'm also hindered by the lag my load screen has - I actually appear to other players about a second or two before I can do anything), so they trap and gank me :|

I HATE THE ALLIANCE.

And I hate that Stocks is the only good place to farm wool :/

Your Miffyness,
Cy

PS Now I have to run back from the Spirit Healer and hope those bitches aren't there again before I can rez myself. Fuck this shit.

So, uh...

Saw New Moon. With Dewey. And her mom. We sat in the back. The heater was broken. I think we pissed some people off, but whatever XD

Dewey's mom contributed to some of the jokes, which was epic.

So, impressions? I was bored half the time. Seriously. Most of the dialogue was stilted, the lines were idiotic (the best ones weren't even in the book, according to Dewey), the acting was mediocre, the makeup was horrendous, and...god, it's fucking Twilight! It sucked!

My favorite bits were the fighting scenes, because the sequences were beautiful and actually interesting to watch.

But, yeah. Twilight. What the hell. The things I do for my Dewey xD I wore my new "Recruiter" shirt, but I didn't have my glitter spray with me, not that it would've mattered because I was too cold in the theater to take my jacket and beanie off xD;;

Dear F-list,

The other day, I was called a slut-shamer.

Apparently, opining that people should take responsibility for their own actions is fine if and only if we are not talking about a sexually active female.

F-list, I'm so confused. Can you help me unravel the mystery behind this double standard?

Love,
Me

Even though this has been a better Christmas than years past, I've spent two days with way too many people. My parents don't do Christmas dinners and stuff, so combining last night's dinner party (which was rather fun) with today's (which was rather not so fun) is kind of overwhelming, and I'm grumpy.

Last night, we had dinner with the A's - Livy came with, but she conked out upstairs right when we got there, so no issues from her. It was a fun night, though late. We didn't get to bed until 11:30, and then I was ranting about something that happened on the CF comm, so we didn't get to sleep until at least 1 AM or so. Then Livy, being 8, wanted us upstairs ASAP, which ended up being like 6 AM, so I ended up with roughly 4 hours of sleep. Which would've been fine and all, but Julia's mom wanted to pick us up at 11 to go to a brunch thing with her family. Well, we got lost going there, which was fun (not), and ended up 2 hours later than we were supposed to be there. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I was already not in the best frame of mind, and these people weren't nearly as fun as the A's, so I wasn't really liking being there :(

Dewey's mom got me a bunch of epic presents (mostly clothes ^^) which I'm eternally grateful for, but the woman expects us to sleep in separate beds. Uh. Ain't gonna happen =/ I'm constantly cold and a heating blanket isn't nearly as effective as Dewey, and I look like a zombie after not sleeping with her. So, yeah. Separate sleeping arrangements are not happening. I will do anything else this woman asks of me, except that. I'm pretty much hoping that if she really has a problem with it, she can deal with not having us over, because that's just not something we can do, and we have no problem with it at Dewey's dad's house, so...yeah.

I dunno. I would've much rather spent the day around the 8-year-old and her new toys than deal with this mess =/ Which is saying something, because Livy in large amounts gives me headaches and makes me want to smack her impatient, unappreciative little head off. Not that Julia's mom's family is all that bad, it's just they're all religious and they're...kinda boring :| At least I can retreat down to the basement at the dad's house.