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

Recent history being what is has been, I feel like none of my entries lately have shown my trademark silliness. This is for obvious reasons, being that it's hard to be silly when there are still soldiers barring you from entering your city, you keep having panic attacks, and you spend most of your time sleeping. But I do miss writing ridiculous things that probably only I giggle about.

So getting this out of the way, I went to sleep last night at 8 and woke up at 8 in the morning. I struggled to stay awake until about 11 when I finally gave in. I decided it would be best to have a whizz before I crawled back into bed, and I was so tired that the energy it took to go into the bathroom made me cry. So then I slept until 8 tonight. And I am still tired (my head feels too heavy to hold up) but I haven't cried yet, so that's...kind of like progress! And I have tuna melts. So it's progress with melted cheese.

Speaking of tuna melts, my housemates are trying to kill me in really subtle and underhanded ways.

Leah did all the dishes (bless her). I usually do them, but since I have been sleeping...the effect there is obvious. I think in revenge she removed the wombat-shaped oven mitt from the kitchen. This may seem like it is of no consequence, but it is of huge consequence when you have tuna melts in the oven getting blacker and blacker and you can't find the damn wombat-glove. And my sleep-addled brain didn't think to just get a dishtowel and hope it was thick enough to save me from the burning sensations. No. I ran around in circles until I remembered we had other less awesome and less chompy oven mitts. They were nowhere to be seen either. I opened the drawer where the clean things live, usually known as the drawer where nothing is. And lo and behold, non-chompy oven mitts.

So ha HAH, Leah. Your crafty plan to burn me to death has FAILED! And my tuna melts are only a little overdone, so you haven't even ruined my dinner. Muahhahahaa!

I have been reading Japanese Ghost Stories, a book I got from www.bookdepository.co.uk (FREE WORLDWIDE SHIPPING!) and have been dismayed to find that it contains very few actual ghost stories. Most of the book is about psychic phenomena, which is interesting enough in and of itself, but should be found in a book called Japanese Psychic Phenomena so it doesn't mislead unsavvy collectors of ghost books like me into buying it. And I would be more interested to read about the phenomena if the book were written by someone with an unbiased eye. Like, say, not someone who considers themselves to be a freaking shaman. There's nothing wrong with saying "hey, I'm a shaman. I will heal your ass and write books about that girl from the ring and her photographs". Call yourself whatever you want, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone (I'm a pretty airplane! Board me!). But he doesn't exactly look at both sides of the issue. So all 'facts' presented could really be bullshit, or hopes, or wishes, or ~dreams~. By the same token, I always enjoy ghost books written by randoms more than the ones written by the people with ghost tour companies, because you can never tell if those ones are making shit up to get you to go on their tours.

I wanted to read about onryo and Oiwa-san, not faith healing. There IS a chapter about modern hauntings but one chapter out of many is disappointing. Next I shall move on to my Queer Hauntings book. I am excited. And since it wasn't written by a guy claiming to be a gay ghost, I think I will enjoy it much more than this one.

Didn't make three meals today, but I made two! And cake. A HUGE PIECE OF CAKE. Awww yeah! Gosh cake is an amazing invention. Caaaaaake. Cake.

Alison is coming home tomorrow. I am making chili because it has been again demanded. So I will leave the house to get rolls and wine in the afternoon tomorrow. Because I believe all are needed. And then this weekend I get to try out a new cupcake recipe. It is here. I am excite!

Also I finally put in for my refund from my student loans. Because it finally got approved and finally got here. So I should get my money in the next few days. It's nearly June. But you know. WHATEVER. :| At least it's nearly here. I shouldn't complain any more, but what a freaking ordeal. This means I can spend the money I just got from working on DVDs on the interwebs. MWUAHA!

My sleep schedule is so stupidly messed up. But I have cute kitties! And I am watching Danny Bhoy and reading about Celtic mythology. <3

Alison was supposed to go to bed but she just came out here to get a drink and there is no way that we could possibly ever explain the conversation that just occurred between us, but it was epic hilarity though it was the kind where you had to be there and now my stomach hurts from laughing. It was pure ridiculousness and we both laughed so hard, and I feel like I might vomit.

And then I thought, "you know what? I think I feel like this at least once a day." I think living in a house where you laugh so hard you think you might vomit at least once a day is pretty damn awesome, no matter what else is going on in my messed up little world.

Long live the LFoD and all it's denizens, past and present!

EDIT: For more examples of why the LFoD is the greatest place on Earth, I present Alison's Overheard in the LFoD tag in her journal which is chock full of hilarity and quotes.

My head hurts from laughing.

I am full of pasta and candy canes and wine. And an apricot. And then I took a look at applications for characters and it totally made me want to bash my head against the desk and thus? Not happening. I think I am going to go to bed at 10 pm.

Last night I tried and failed. And when I finally went to sleep at 5 AM a SPIDER FELL ON ME right as I was turning the light out and Leah had to save me. Needless to say the adrenaline didn't help and then every thing I felt was a spider and *cries* Sleep cycles suck. As do spiders. Bad surprise, bad surprise!

But apparently in my long skirt, tank top, and two braids I look like a folk singer. Especially when I play my blue guitar. So yay?

And today we were shopping, we amused the crap out of this guy and his wife because the LFoD is full of hilarious people. It was pretty awesome.

The amount of wine I have in me right now, you could bottle it. But that would be weird to re-sell wine. Stingy people.

I said nothing about Saint Patrick!

...aw man! ;)

I am on a computer at Uni. The screen is odd and curved and old and hard to see and this keyboard...I'm trying not think about what is living under the letters I am using to form what can hardly be called thoughts. Seriously. Keyboard trolls could survive for months on the detritus that is festering between the 26 characters in the English language contained in this keyboard.

...it's 26 letters, yeah? No sleep makes Lara something something.

BUT I had a lovely discussion about socialism and Why Americans Are Silly because they are resisting 'socialist ideals' for all the wrong reasons. I.E. YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, NEENER NEENER! or...whatnot. Socialist reforms, according to our lecturer, saved NZ's arse after the depression. They're not always bad. I don't think ANYONE is trying to make the US into a socialist country, just you know...one that cares about it's citizens. And my classmate was saying that in the UK there are a lot of similar debates. She mentioned Thatcher while talking about something else, and then she spit and I laughed. She said, "I'm sorry, I can't say her name without spitting," and I said, "you just reminded me of a dear friend of mine," and it made me smile. Spitting made me smile for probably the first time ever, as it is largely disgusting.

ANYWAY I am too far gone to actually expand on any of the other issues we discussed, but it was nice to have a RATIONAL explanation with someone about this crap. You mention it to someone in the US who has a differing opinion, and suddenly people are insulting each other's mothers. But dear GOD you guys.

Something's gotta give.