KSHOW-KSHOW!
Augh. I need to badger myself into posting entries on here more often.
My Windows Live Messenger is working again! Anybody who wants to add me: valenwind7424 at gmail dot com. I am on in the evenings, mostly. GMT-5.
Apparently I've been sleeping funny. My left arm, leg, and part of my abdomen are having muscle aches. I need to figure out what is up with this. :/
How was everyone's Thanksgiving? Well, everyone who celebrates it anyway. Mine was...interesting. Let me give you a rundown of the past week or so:
Friday the 19th was when I left for home. After realizing that I essentially had no classes that day, I decided to sleep in and put off packing and finishing my application for my London Theatre Tour class. I woke up at noon. And realized that my father was coming to pick me up at 2:30. And that I was not packed. And that I needed to write a short essay about why I wanted to go to London. And fill out and deliver forms to two separate places on campus. Go me.
Cue the onset of panic mode. I injured myself attempting to retrieve the suitcase from its perch atop my "closet" (it is a rather large wardrobe-type thing). I frantically shoved dirty clothes into the suitcase so that I could wash them over the break. I injured myself more attempting to close the suitcase. I then realized that I was in pajamas, and had to dig for a pair of pants clean enough that they were not yet standing on their own.
After slaving over a personal statement that I am 100% sure would have been just as bad if I had spent weeks working on it, I was finally ready to go home. Which was good, because my father had already taken the suitcase, my purse, my messenger bag, my DS bag, my laundry bag (filled with towels), and my hygiene products bag down to the Squanohi (my younger brother figured out that, apparently, if you reverse the word "Equinox" it becomes "Squanohi" and the name stuck). I was left with the trash. Thanks, Dad. I love you, too.
Then, there was the traffic. Dear God, the traffic.
Since it was "Kick the Students To the Curb" Day, everyone and their brother was trying to get out of Dodge. We ended up waiting for about half an hour to travel all of two or three blocks. People on bicycles were going around. It was bad.
Saturday was much, much better. We had a belated birthday/early Thanksgiving lunch/dinner. Over thirty people showed up. I opened the Galvatron I found at Rite-Aid. My grandmother made cake. My other grandmother baked a turkey so good that all we had left over was bones. We played Mario Party and Catch Phrase and Apples to Apples.
And one of my youngest cousins fell in love with my Bludgeon and Thrust, who had jet-tank battles all day. He and his brother are huge Transformers fans. His older brother liked Optimus and Oil Slick, but little Landon? His thought processes went something like this: "A jet and a tank? And they're both Decepticons? BATTLE MODE, GO!" It was the cutest thing ever. His father spent hours trying to transform TFA Optimus (I teased him relentlessly about it), and Landon kept telling people that Bludgeon and Thrust were "Cept'cons" and that they were the bad guys. Also, apparently jets go "KSHOW-KSHOW" when attacking tanks. Seriously, cute overload.
pixypixymisa and I ended up planning out a roleplay that we intend to start sometime soon. Space pirates. Mass hysteria. Jerboa Hell. We didn't end up making Batcakes* this time, though, which was a bit of a let-down.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I ended up going shopping the following Monday and splurging on Rodimus Minor and Leader Class Screamer, once again proving that I have very little impulse control. Roddi is in the bag with Thrust and Drift, awaiting Christmas. Screamer, however, was out of the box as soon as I got home.
By chance, he happened to be exactly the right height to peer over the back of my laptop at me as I computed. He was there for the majority of the week, clutching the top edge of the laptop and looking fabulous. "Why hello, there, female flesh creature," he seemed to say. "You spend an awfully large amount of time in front of that thing. Why don't you close it and fondle me a bit? You know you want to. Look at my talons. Perfect. These wingflaps? Sheer beauty. And surely you must admire my superior articulation. What has that old-news, beat-up triceratops got that I haven't? I deserve your undivided attention, dammit! Worship me!" I debated introducing him to my other Leader Class TF, but decided against it. Currently, he awaits my return from college, the sole TF allowed on my nightstand.
I'll be getting a digital camera sometime soon, so I can spam you with the inevitable disaster that introducing Screamer to MP Warp will be. Height rules the roost, and Warp won't know how to deal with the fact that he's not the tallest 'Con anymore. He'll still probably molest Bumblebee, but really, the height difference is just too perfect not to take advantage of.
* - Batcakes are pancakes. You make the pancake batter, put red food coloring in it, and make pancakes as usual. We like to add chocolate chunks to them, but this is optional. When the pancakes are done, you take a bat-shaped cookie cutter to them, eating the excess as you do so. Top the pancakes with whatever you feel like. You have now made Batcakes. Most of the fun of Batcakes is in the flesh-like coloration, so making growly-noises and monologuing about how delicious their tasty batflesh is is suggested. Also, ripping off one's wings and eating them or making them beg for mercy is sufficient to horrify any outsiders that may be privy to this meal.
I am taking pose/photo-story requests and suggestions for my TFs again. Pictures will still be fairly crappy, but they will be posted and I will likely do most that are suggested. I currently have with me these TFs:
Classics Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Prowl
War for Cybertron Optimus (x2) and Bumblebee
Masterpiece Skywarp
RotF Long Haul and Dead End
TFA Shockwave and Grimlock
Music Label Soundwave
G1 Slag
Scout Class Tracker Hound
Robot Heroes Sunstreaker and Hound
Keep in mind articulation level when it comes to the latter half of the list.
My Windows Live Messenger is working again! Anybody who wants to add me: valenwind7424 at gmail dot com. I am on in the evenings, mostly. GMT-5.
Apparently I've been sleeping funny. My left arm, leg, and part of my abdomen are having muscle aches. I need to figure out what is up with this. :/
How was everyone's Thanksgiving? Well, everyone who celebrates it anyway. Mine was...interesting. Let me give you a rundown of the past week or so:
Friday the 19th was when I left for home. After realizing that I essentially had no classes that day, I decided to sleep in and put off packing and finishing my application for my London Theatre Tour class. I woke up at noon. And realized that my father was coming to pick me up at 2:30. And that I was not packed. And that I needed to write a short essay about why I wanted to go to London. And fill out and deliver forms to two separate places on campus. Go me.
Cue the onset of panic mode. I injured myself attempting to retrieve the suitcase from its perch atop my "closet" (it is a rather large wardrobe-type thing). I frantically shoved dirty clothes into the suitcase so that I could wash them over the break. I injured myself more attempting to close the suitcase. I then realized that I was in pajamas, and had to dig for a pair of pants clean enough that they were not yet standing on their own.
After slaving over a personal statement that I am 100% sure would have been just as bad if I had spent weeks working on it, I was finally ready to go home. Which was good, because my father had already taken the suitcase, my purse, my messenger bag, my DS bag, my laundry bag (filled with towels), and my hygiene products bag down to the Squanohi (my younger brother figured out that, apparently, if you reverse the word "Equinox" it becomes "Squanohi" and the name stuck). I was left with the trash. Thanks, Dad. I love you, too.
Then, there was the traffic. Dear God, the traffic.
Since it was "Kick the Students To the Curb" Day, everyone and their brother was trying to get out of Dodge. We ended up waiting for about half an hour to travel all of two or three blocks. People on bicycles were going around. It was bad.
Saturday was much, much better. We had a belated birthday/early Thanksgiving lunch/dinner. Over thirty people showed up. I opened the Galvatron I found at Rite-Aid. My grandmother made cake. My other grandmother baked a turkey so good that all we had left over was bones. We played Mario Party and Catch Phrase and Apples to Apples.
And one of my youngest cousins fell in love with my Bludgeon and Thrust, who had jet-tank battles all day. He and his brother are huge Transformers fans. His older brother liked Optimus and Oil Slick, but little Landon? His thought processes went something like this: "A jet and a tank? And they're both Decepticons? BATTLE MODE, GO!" It was the cutest thing ever. His father spent hours trying to transform TFA Optimus (I teased him relentlessly about it), and Landon kept telling people that Bludgeon and Thrust were "Cept'cons" and that they were the bad guys. Also, apparently jets go "KSHOW-KSHOW" when attacking tanks. Seriously, cute overload.
pixypixymisa and I ended up planning out a roleplay that we intend to start sometime soon. Space pirates. Mass hysteria. Jerboa Hell. We didn't end up making Batcakes* this time, though, which was a bit of a let-down.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I ended up going shopping the following Monday and splurging on Rodimus Minor and Leader Class Screamer, once again proving that I have very little impulse control. Roddi is in the bag with Thrust and Drift, awaiting Christmas. Screamer, however, was out of the box as soon as I got home.
By chance, he happened to be exactly the right height to peer over the back of my laptop at me as I computed. He was there for the majority of the week, clutching the top edge of the laptop and looking fabulous. "Why hello, there, female flesh creature," he seemed to say. "You spend an awfully large amount of time in front of that thing. Why don't you close it and fondle me a bit? You know you want to. Look at my talons. Perfect. These wingflaps? Sheer beauty. And surely you must admire my superior articulation. What has that old-news, beat-up triceratops got that I haven't? I deserve your undivided attention, dammit! Worship me!" I debated introducing him to my other Leader Class TF, but decided against it. Currently, he awaits my return from college, the sole TF allowed on my nightstand.
I'll be getting a digital camera sometime soon, so I can spam you with the inevitable disaster that introducing Screamer to MP Warp will be. Height rules the roost, and Warp won't know how to deal with the fact that he's not the tallest 'Con anymore. He'll still probably molest Bumblebee, but really, the height difference is just too perfect not to take advantage of.
* - Batcakes are pancakes. You make the pancake batter, put red food coloring in it, and make pancakes as usual. We like to add chocolate chunks to them, but this is optional. When the pancakes are done, you take a bat-shaped cookie cutter to them, eating the excess as you do so. Top the pancakes with whatever you feel like. You have now made Batcakes. Most of the fun of Batcakes is in the flesh-like coloration, so making growly-noises and monologuing about how delicious their tasty batflesh is is suggested. Also, ripping off one's wings and eating them or making them beg for mercy is sufficient to horrify any outsiders that may be privy to this meal.
I am taking pose/photo-story requests and suggestions for my TFs again. Pictures will still be fairly crappy, but they will be posted and I will likely do most that are suggested. I currently have with me these TFs:
Classics Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Prowl
War for Cybertron Optimus (x2) and Bumblebee
Masterpiece Skywarp
RotF Long Haul and Dead End
TFA Shockwave and Grimlock
Music Label Soundwave
G1 Slag
Scout Class Tracker Hound
Robot Heroes Sunstreaker and Hound
Keep in mind articulation level when it comes to the latter half of the list.