It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Still in Frisco airport. I gave up on my cousin and then I ate fish and chips. And now I feel sick because my body is like "you asshat, I want sleep not food. WTF is wrong with you!?" So that's nice! I am going to inform the flight attendant that if I pass out, it's because I have post-viral fatigue and it is not, in fact, a medical emergency.

I haven't lived in the US for eight years and despite being a waitress for seven years before that, I forgot how to tip. I DID tip, because I never wouldn't here in the US. But it's not a thing in Australia and NZ. So the server gave me the credit card slip and I panicked and had to ask her how to write in the tip. She kindly showed me the place where is said TIP in big letters. *sigh* I also forgot you get water in the US whether you order it or not, so I ended up with three drinks. I am full of coffee, lemonade and fish.

I also tried to plug my laptop into the powerpoint here three times before realising I have an Australian plug and it wasn't going to fit in the American holes without my converter which is in my checked baggage. I am so far gone, it's ridic.

Then I got back onto LJ, plugless, and I read this on Kyle Cassidy's blog. Some jerk had a sick cat so they just put it outside. It was found half-dead in a gutter. I can't believe people. I AM SO CHEERY RIGHT NOW! I am a ball of delight.

*giggles* Ball.

Anyway, donate if you can, rage at inhumane jerkfaces if you can't.

It's Alison's birthday and we went to Captain America which I didn't expect to love, but I did. It was awesome. The ending made me so happy. But I will not give it away.

Of course it doesn't detract from the fact that nothing is going right at the moment and I want to claw my eyeballs out or spend every second screaming, but it was nice despite that. There was lunch at Drexel's and soon there will be brinner and then bed because I slept through Sunday again so I have been up for about 18 hours now. And I have been tired for 12 of them. Tired and sick and blah and ffff and hatehatehate.

I am going to repeat what I said here about stupid days and their stupid customs.

April 1st is tomorrow here. And the day after everywhere else. If you play jokes on me, I will hate you for life. I am the most gullible person in the world, I don't get sarcasm, and I fricking HATE April 1st. If you want to be original, save it for another day (or...like...don't be an ass).

DO NOT play jokes on me. I am not kidding. My nerves are shot as it is.

Went out today to buy my White Wine in the Sun inspired LFoD presents for my girls today. Dear God.

Before I even made it out the door, I dumped a huge amount of water on myself because I am amazingly talented like that. So I changed my jeans and made it to the bus stop while listening to the TimPod. I had 4 minutes. And in my ears, Tim Minchin says in the middle of the song Dark Side:

"People always start clapping along there, but I'm about to do a piano solo and I can't keep time. So shut the fuck up."

Which I decided was hilarious because he said it so...Timly, so I spit the water I had just put into my mouth all over the jeans I had just put on. And the bus turned the corner, heading for me. Go home and change again because I apparently have a problem, or just deal with spittrousers?

I got on the bus. It was full of humans. One sat next to me and mouthbreathed all over my wet trousers. Mmmm. I got off and went shopping, with very little success. Got slammed into by what might have been the tallest woman I have ever seen, and I am six feet tall, okay? Then I got my dumplings (OH, SWEET DUMPLINGS) and came home on yet another full bus. Luckily no other liquids ended up on my trousers.

It has come to my attention that I spit-take a lot. No, really. The amount of people I have spit ON despite thinking spitting is disgusting, is unusually high. I think most people who know me in person have seen me do this. It's because I am full of laughter. :|

5 days until my Pants gets here. My best friend is coming to see where I live eeeeiiiiiiiiiii! It will be magical. And very loud. Poor Leah!

Let's see if I have more luck doing this meme. Stolen from Jill!

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

I did my family for this part, since I know people who read this who get absolute anxiety attacks over these particular memes and I won't do that to them. Only three people reading these are on here, one is my sister and the other two I live with. If you are reading this at ALL, I love you!

Beware. I am totally honest and mushy when it comes to how I feel about people (well 9 out of 10) because I am part Care Bear. And sometimes it makes people go O_O.

( My Ten Things )

I am having the hardest time speaking tonight. I am stuttering and stumbling over my words all over the place. And while this isn't unusual for me in smaller doses, it won't stop and I feel like I am trying to talk with marbles in my mouth and I can't make myself understood unless I speak in 3-word sentences and I just want to cry. It's really frustrating and it's making me grumpy (though I am managing not to act like a bitch, go me!) and FFFFFFFF whyyyyyy

I talk a lot. I like talking. STOP BETRAYING ME, TONGUE. If it were daytime I would sing a bunch because it's never a problem when I'm singing. but it's late and I can't because I'm a high-pitched, loudymcloud when I sing. So I'll sit here and bitch on LJ and be frustrated and weepy woe woe woe woe is me.

...I hope I don't have a stroke... (I think it's more likely just the messed up sleep that's doing it.)

I OFFICIALLY HATE MOST MEN. If you are not gay or Lewi, or...you know...on my friends list, then right now, I do not like you.

Really, I don't like the testosterone-fuelled, d-bags which seem to populate Christchurch after 9PM.

If I am crossing a street, which was EMPTY and then you speed out into it from around a corner, nearly killing me, when I dart out of the way, do not STOP and loudly blare your horn at ME since you were the person breaking the fucking law. And DO NOT scream "FUCK YOU" and me when I did nothing wrong and am still catching my breath from thinking I was going to be run over.

And when my housemate yells at you, DON'T stop the car and back up as if you're going to come get us for being freaked out for doing nothing wrong.

You are a complete, mother fucking asshole.

And then the bus was filled with guys who thought they were awesome, which isn't bad and usually I would think it was hilarious, but tonight I just find it off-putting.

And THIS is why I like women. Augh.

Whomever it is outside who keeps honking that freaking tootyhorn is about to get my foot up their ass in a minute.

No, really, I'm happy.

I actually am, I just hate tootyhorns!

EDIT: Wow. Neil Gaiman wrote a review of the Dresden Dolls reunion performances and while I like Amanda's solo stuff more, I am thinking now that is because I never saw the Dresden Dolls live. This review had me sobbing by the end (I do that. If it's emotional, I cry) and it's absolutely beautiful and frank and real and I love it.

"How do you sleep at night? It must be like catching lightning in a jar."

LOL WHUT!?

/vague

Also, I had a dream I was in Tim Burton's new Alice movie. Ahhahah that was entertaining. Really though, I can't wait for it. Anyone who has ACTUALLY READ the freakin' novel will know Burton is pretty much the only person who will be able to do a movie adaptation correctly. I watched the Disney one once and wanted to throw it out the window. And I do LOVE the Natalie Gregory one (Carol Channing is also in it, and it's worth watching, just for her manscreams) but it's still not right. The book is CREEPY. Not a kid's book.

I am looking forward to this with great anticipation!