lunabuna: (sonic - mighty plays gamecube)
Time for an update. Yey!

I saw OotP with da Mike this weekend.  As far as I know, we both liked it.  He's not a shipper in the least, but at least he understands my point of view on everything.  I noticed they took out my favorite scene, dernit... well, two of them, really: The part in the DoM where Hermione almost gets killed and Harry's all "ZOMG NO!!", and the part where ... Grupp? Gromm? What's his name?... did something and Harry pulled Hermione behind a tree.  Those parts made me squee, and... what? nuffin' in dis moveh? DAMMIT!

Instead we get R/Hr stuff that, as far as I can remember, didn't exist in the book. Woopee.  No offense to those who liked it, but c'mon...  Well, at least the R/Hr setup is more obvious to me now with those scenes.  I swear, I got absolutely NOTHING from the books except the fact that they drove each other nuts.  And I don't think that's a healthy relationship-in-the-works.

Draco's getting fewer and fewer scenes.  Poopie, huh, [livejournal.com profile] mea_panda? :( *huggles*


Yeah, anyway... my family asked me why I wasn't all excited about it like I used to be.  I told them how sick I was about the "politics of it" and left it at that because I don't think they care about all the fandom wars and all that.  Then they gave me a hard time for giving a shit about the "politics."  Thanks, family. Way to understand. e_e

Aaaaand... I actually attended my session at the Biofeedback center.  To treat my anxiety issues, they're going to 1. teach me a new breathing technique, 2. monitor my vitals in certain situations to see when I should use it, and 3. introduce exposure therapy to teach me how to use it in the approriate situations.  Exposure therapy isn't supposed to work for Sociophobes, but it's worth a try, I think.  There really isn't any other specialist in the area I can go to, so this is my last hope here.


I'd borrowed Mike's Final Fantasy Tactics Advance from him and have been playing it at work at at home for a couple of weeks now.  I beat it last night, but I'm still playing it because I want to finish all the missions.  Omg, stupid addicting strategy games!  .... But I love them anyway.


Sonic #177 is the shizzle, as always.  Ian has really breathed new life into the comic.

Oh yeah, and it took a couple of months, but my period FINALLY started.  I'm just glad I'm not preggers.
lunabuna: (x-files - iX-Files)
News.

- Though I'm feeling better, I'm still quite the gimp from my butt bruise.  Walking is doable, but bending over or lifting my legs high are big no-nos.

- I went out with Mike's family after work at Pat 'n Oscar's, and on the way home, I bit Mike's finger out of affection.  This grossed out his sister to no end.  We both got a huge laugh out of it; him because he loves making his sister squirm, and me because usually he's the one who bites me somewhere. ...And that sounds quite sexual. I don't mean sexually, I mean playfully, like on the neck.

- We went and saw Shrek the Third. It was good. I didn't think it was quite as good as the last two, but it was still good.  His sister loved it because it had musical theatre in it, and she's a drama major.

- On the way home, we nearly hit a cat.  Mike's dad stopped the car quite fast to avoid hitting it, but dispite getting honked at, it didn't budge.  For a split second, we thought it was either one stupid or one very scared cat.  But then we realized it was just a cardboard cutout of a cat with dimes taped where eyes should be to immitate the reflection in  cat's eyes.  After the person behind us made the same mistake in honking at it, we decided it was a hazard, drove back around, and picked it up.  Someone could've been seriously injured if they'd swerved to avoid it and into oncoming traffic.  It's got to be the worst practical joke I've ever seen.  The only plus side is that we made 20 cents off it.

People can be so sick sometimes.

- I dreamt I was at this gathering at some ghost town in So. Cal somewhere.  It had to be relatively close to the "inland" area, because it had a defunct UCI branch.  I watched someone make a documentary about how people would die in this town, like walking off a very high cliff or something.  Some of the kids that attended were playing game where you were assigned a chemical element, like oxygen, chlorine, phosphorus, etc. and to win, you had to stab a person with the appropriate abbreviation (Cl, O, Ph).  So, kids were running around stabbing each other. Some died.  It was very disturbing.

So disturbing that I was completely freaked out and wanted to get out of there right away.  But the family that I traveled with insisted on browsing the gift shops.  They were particularly fascinated with a snowglobe simulating a war battle that wouldn't stop snowing or moving around until the anniversary of the occasion. I just thought it was creepy.

Then I dreamt I got two A's in my classes.  Heh, there's a good indication that I was dreaming.



Okay, I can't type anymore. I've reached my limit on sitting for the day.

PAIN.

May. 18th, 2007 05:47 pm
lunabuna: (er - aquatic mischief)
OH MY GOD.

I am such a DOOFUS.

I go to sit on the bed, I MISS, and slide right onto what would be the floor, but is instead the wheel of a computer chair.  Right on my stinkin' tailbone.

The pain is indescribable.  Moving my legs or twisting my torso sends agonizing pain through my lower body.  I've been pretty much bedridden since it happened because moving, walking, sitting, even laying in the wrong position hurts too much.

I'm not sure if I broke anything. Not like they could do anything about it if I did. Can't really put a cast on something like that.  Man, though, I have a deep purple bruise on the top of my butt, and I'm expecting it to get worse as time goes on.

And every time it hurts, all I can think about is that one E.R. episode where this guy in leather and a dominatrix go into the ER after the guy fell from a harnass from the ceiling.  The guy comments about his legs, forget what he said, and Susan, the doctor, says in the most casual tone... "You probably bruised your butt."

Back then I didn't know how that could be possible, but believe me, I KNOW NOW.  Susan, I bruised MY butt. :(


By the way, Season 7 is out on DVD now. Tempting... I told myself to just get 6, 7, and 8. I've got all of 9 and 10 on my harddrive in their original airings. And besides... Carby in those later seasons kinda sucked hard.
lunabuna: (sonic - vector's music)
Oh my god, so many of my old classmates are on MySpace and Facebook... and... god...

I miss them so much, but because I was a shy little fruitcake in grade school, I'm pretty sure they aren't interested in what I'm doing, so I'm not messenging them or anything like I want to.  Yay, poor self image! *thumbs up*

Heh, this asian girl that I spent 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade with got accepted to Yale and graduated, and now she's in grad school.  She's always been wicked smart, and her essay entered into a county-wide contest on something-or-other won my 8th grade class an overnight "experience" on the Star of India in San Diego, which was paranoia galore for me, but also a huge bonding experience for the people I did it with... who also probably didn't notice I was there, but whatever.  I feel honored to have shared a GATE program with her, lol, even though I'm apparently not nearly as smart as she is.

...God, and so many of them are married and/or have children.  People MY age!  And it's not like they're being irresponsible, either, because we're... actually OLD enough to responsibly get married and have children.  I totally don't feel that old.  ... Oh god, I'm almost 24.  When I hit 24, I'm going to start crying about how I'm getting old and can't enjoy my post-21 era because I'm such a wimp.

...ROFL, so I try to convince myself that I wasn't that big a nerd in high school, but then I notice what kind of music I listen to.


...Aaaaand I was going to also try and convince myself that while I'm not the brightest bulb in the package, I do have some art talent that alot of peeps at Yale probably don't have.  To do so, I was going to post a picture I'm currently working on.  ........And then I can't because my server's not responding. *thumbs up*

:p
lunabuna: (tenchi - washuu is sad)
I have been neglecting my LJ, mostly because alot of the people whose LJs I was watching stopped updating.  Also, you kinda get tired of talking about something once you feel better about it, and Mike has been my crying shoulder well enough that I don't feel the need to post about it here.

But Mike's at tennis or something right now and isn't available, so back to LJ I go.

Y'know, over Winter break, Mike and I had some issues we had to deal with.  I chalk it up to insecurity and failure to communicate, for the most part, on both our ends.  Typical stuff you go through when you love somebody.  But the way we acted around each other when we were fighting made my mom worry that I was getting into a potentially abusive relationship.  I thought it was feasible at first because... well, I'm dense like that and need people to point out some things to me.

She gave me a book to read called "Shattered Dreams" about a lady who married a guy who turned out to be physically and emotionally abusive and what she had to go through during their marriage.  I'm almost done with it, and I think it's really helped me put things into perspective better than anyone else could by just telling them about it.

And... well, it's like, the more I read, the more Mike seemed LESS controlling.  I can see how someone might piece his reactions together to be sorta controlling, but... meh, I think half of it is my perspective on things.  But... hell, he is NOTHING like the guy in that book.  Mike gets unhappy about stuff, mostly when we're misunderstanding each other, but... man, John, the name of the guy in the book, goes frickin' nuts.  He uses demeaning language and long, painful silences to manipulate this poor lady.  Mike's not like that at all.  Mike wants us to work things out together, to clarify what we're not getting, and he never pins all the blame on me.  Hell, he doesn't even really pin blame, period.


Blah blah blah, anyway... I was cleaning up the dishes tonight after dinner, and there was a used ziploc bag in the sink.  I did what mom used to do when we had wet, drippy ziploc bags-- I hung it on the faucet.  That way the water doesn't drip into the crevices on our counter and make a mess, and we can clean it later and reuse it.  Well, Robert did NOT like that.  He squawked at me about why I'd do that. I told him why.  He told me I shouldn't be putting it on the place where we get our fresh water. ... Uh... yeah. I asked him where I should put it, and he nastily told me to "put it in [my] room."

I don't think Mom liked him saying that, cuz she tsk'd or something, I forget.  But I was ready to tear up and retreated to my room before that could happen in his presence.


And... y'know, it's like... I wouldn't really have thought Robert to be abusive, but he sure fits the bill of this abusive guy in the book better than Mike does.  I don't have to avoid Mike out of fear of ticking him off and getting crap from him like I got from Robert.  I don't have to wait until he goes to bed to fix something (i.e. the internet. Why the HECK does he unplug it?? What's the point?).  I can talk to Mike openly.  I gotta watch most of what I say around Robert to avoid his harsh criticism in the case that he's in a bad mood.  Flying fuck, Mike is actually NICE to me if I screw up.

I don't like having to hide in my room. It's not fun.  I prefer to stay in my room, but hiding... that's lame.

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