Ack.  And I realize the title has no real bearing on the entry, I just wanted to quote song lyrics.

Allergies fucking suck.  No, really, they do.
My sinus feels like it's about to fucking explode.

And yet I can't say I'm totally miserable.  This is actually the best I've felt in a while.  Hell, Jess saw me do random, hilarious doodles when I was in her room.  And while we were at dinner.

...Most of them were APH doodles except for Godot's toaster.  I'm pretty sure of it.  Though there were a few crossover ones.

And I've figured out, I'm perfect as an rp'er of Matthew/Canada.  I can even go unnoticed for long periods of time before people realize I'm gone.  And people have actually sat on me without even noticing I was in a seat.  Hell, I even look similar.  lololol.  It's sad but I can stay in character without trying. 

And as my birthday approaches...I keep wondering if I'll be lucky enough to have it my way for once.  A girl's birthday can't suck for ten years straight right?  My luck's gotta change.  ;D  And I think it will.
Rain's not even gonna get me down on my birthday.  BECAUSE I HAS NO FINAL EXAMS.

In fact, the only thing that might actually stand a chance at getting me down on my birthday is if there were no kinds of berries in season to put on my cake.


So...yeah.  I'm in a pretty good mood.  Even if allergies suck.

And my icon of Duo Lon from KoF is cool y/y?

I don't ever want to live in a world without the burger I just ate.  

It was smothered in gooey, creamy cheese, topped with onions and banana peppers...and so tender that it MELTED in my mouth.  That's the kind of burger that the world must have. 

And that's yet another reason to want to save the Bear's Den.  For those who are online friends, the Bear's Den is an on-campus cafe at the college I go to.  (Jess, of course, knows this because she eats there a lot.)  My IRL friends and I have eaten there.  We've played cards in there.  It's got memories...and good, warm food.  Oh.  And energy drinks.  Because those are essential to college students. 

So...Yeah.  I made a petition.

And I'm hoping people on campus sign it.

And in other news...I'm still feeling stressed and downtrodden. 
So yeah.
u_u

...Just as the title said, what kind of crazy woman am I?

Why am I foolish enough to think that I can get a painting done in two days?  But it's my fault, and no one's other than mine, that I'm indecisive about color.  I think I'll stick with the green background, though.  It responds VERY well with the brown and orange, and even the black and grey of the cats.  Which means it'll respond well to my calico mask.  Here's to hoping that the bluegreen eyes like the calico kitten had when I took the photo go well with the orange and the brownish black of the face mask.

I can't rightfully skip out on work today, though, so all I can do is hope that my workstudy advisor will let me off early.  I think she'll understand because she was actually a highschool art teacher at one point (even though I'm a college art student), and I think she'll also understand because she's a friend of the family, but there's that part of me that worries that she might chew me out about it because they need me at work.

I know I'll be doing a lot of painting on it tomorrow.  Hell, that's going to be my Tuesday in a nutshell except for my counseling appointment.

Here's to hoping I can pull off in two days what it would usually take me two weeks to do. *Fingercross*

...............


And on a different note, I hate allergy season.  I really fucking do.  I had to drag myself to Painting I in a Benadryl-induced stupor.  And I'm still hacking and sneezing from allergies.  Fucking sycamore trees.  I fucking hate them and their allergenic powers toward me.

Telemarketers really, really fuck with my chi.  No.  Seriously, they do.  All I want is to enjoy my damn internet.  But no.  No.  It's like they sense when I'm on wireless internet, and then they start calling JUST TO KNOCK ME OFF, because the phone in our house is a cordless and it knocks me off the wireless internet every damn time.

I don't want to use the house computer.  I prefer my fucking laptop.

So telemarketing must die, and we must be the ones to kill it.  (2 the Ranting Gryphon reference ftw)

...Okay I think I'm starting to calm down.  Thank you so much 2, and your brilliant rants.

This has been Mitz, your telemarketer-hating bitchfitting cockatiel, and that's all I have to say about that.  For now.  I guess.  Unless I get pissed off again.

Today's been a pretty good day.
 
So, today was one of the Spring Fling Week dressup days, so I dressed up as Canada from Axis Powers Hetalia.  Mostly because I look a lot like him in the right outfits.  I've got the right length of hair and it was fun to gel up my bangs to do the little curly bang in front.

...Class was good.  Found out lab was cancelled (Thank God.  I didn't feel like hiking and stuff.), got to eat cake and nuts during sculpture class; working critique on my sculpture, everyone thought I had my sculpture was already visually interesting and that things would get better as I finished up more on getting the form made and eliminating the blockiness.

Had a counseling appointment today.  Things seem to be going better from the beginning of this school year to now.  Earlier this year I wouldn't have been able to concentrate long enough to finish a paper, let alone study for major exams and stuff.  Hell, I probably would have not even tried to finish roughing out the form for my sculpture. 

And tomorrow's when I sing Bohemian Rhapsody.
...God I'm so nervous.
Then again, I'm nervous about my presentation for my Spanish oral exam.
-___-;;

...So I think I'll try to calm myself down with soothing images of Canada-kun.

I told myself "self, you're not getting into Axis Powers Hetalia, no matter how freaking cute some of the characters are."

I kept telling myself that.

And then I gave in.

You know why?

Matthew Williams.  CANADA.  DAMNIT.  I CAN HONESTLY SAY "BLAME CANADA" for it.

...So yeah.  I finally got int APH.
And...Canada's so frickin' adorable.
...There.  I said it.

...Now I'm going to probably leave here for now and nom on something.

So, yeah.  I  went to the cafeteria for dinner.

I'm eating, generally feeling pretty damn awesome because I like the chili mac and I love the chicken marinara.  Yeah, that's the good life.  So then, the campus dramawhore comes into the cafeteria.  And puts her stuff in the seat nearest to mine at the adjacent table.

I shrug it off and go back to eating.  The food is just so damn good.  So she comes back with her plate piled high full of chicken marinara, chili mac, potatoes augratin, and turkey nuggets.

She starts making "oink oink" noises and "moooooooo".  I ignore it, like a good little Mitz.  After all, I had more important things to listen to, like the first Pokemon opening song, US version.

After a while, she gets louder with them, then she starts going "SOOEY! SU-SU-SOOEY!"  I ignore her still, starting to wolf down a salad; I mean, I had better things to listen to.  Like Hawk Nelson.

Then she goes "PUT THE FORK DOWN FATTY."

And I rip into her. 

"Listen, bitch.  You're telling me to put the fork down?  Look at you.  You're fatter than I am, hell, your nose even looks like a pig's nose.  And you know what else?  By trying to call attention to my weight problem, you're drawing more attention to your own.  So...what was it you said? 'Put the fork down, fatty?'  Best be taking your own advice, FATASS."

She stared at me for a second.

So I delve into something deeper.  Mainly some deep-seated rage that I've been holding back for about a year.  "And you know something other than that?  I'd be surprised if you have the same friend with you by next week.  You're nothing more than a lying, shallow, backstabbing bitch, and no person's ever going to trust you to be their friend with the way you keep treating people.  I ought to know.  You were my friend.  Last year.  And then you were cowardly enough to post a video on YouTube where you were making fun of me, behind my back.  How many other 'friends' have you done that to?  More than I could count in a year, I'll bet.  I'm glad I learned the truth about you; who knows how many times you would have repeatedly stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife.  So if you and your fat ass are done, go cry some 'moar' about getting owned by that 'fat cow'.  Because frankly, you'll be doing a lot of crying when you realize how few true friends you really have."

Then I pick up my plates and put them on the ledge for the cafeteria crew to take into the dishwashing room.  As I walked by to leave, she still had that gape-jawed stare and her food was falling off her fork. 

I felt pwnsome.

Definitely Duck Hunt.

I still have memories of being four, holding up that NES Zapper Gun and shooting the ducks.
Or the dog when I was really ticked off.
Especially that stupid dog.

Damn dog.

Oh, where was I?

There was just something about being able to go hunting for ducks...without really killing real ducks.
<3

 Best joke I've seen today...my friend unscrewed all the lids to the peppercorns in the campus cafe.  First thing...this basketball player comes in and gets a pizza, right?  ...Well, he goes to put some of the peppercorns on...BAM. LID FALLS OFF.  PIZZA COVERED IN PEPPERCORNS.

It's a boring story...but...
I love punk rock music, and my favorite video game character was, and still is, Kyouya Garyuu (Klavier Gavin).   Well, that's the story behind my username on here.

On DeviantArt, one of my usernames is inspired by the fact that I'm a big fan of Midvalley the Hornfreak from Trigun and his saxophone's name in the anime was Sylvia, and he was the 11th gung-ho-gun.  The other username is inspired by the fact that sometimes I consider myself a little bit of a free-spirit, and "spirited Hizoku" is a reference to Duo Lon from King of Fighters.

On my favorite forum, TLS, KeiDashu comes from...K' from King of Fighters.

...I can't think of my other usernames on other sites for now so there you go.

If any TLS users are reading this...which I highly doubt...

I don't think I'm going to go back to that drama cesspool for a while. 

They might as well rename it Turnabout Drama Whores.  And no offense, but the biggest dramawhore is at the top.  That's right.  Oos, who keeps fanning the flames of drama.

I'm even honestly starting to think that she's PURPOSELY tried to set Doc and Aviv against each other.  And I'm usually not a crazy conspiracy theorist.  What's it going to take to stop the fucking drama?  Oh yeah, that's right.  It'll never stop.  NEVER.

And with a heavy heart, I walk away, briefcase in hand, my trenchcoat flapping in the wind behind me.  "The miracle not happen."
And I guess...they never do...

Candied yams.
Mostly because my grandma uses sweetpotatoes instead.
And I have a STRONG hatred for sweetpotatoes.

Yep.  It's definitely been a longassed fuckin' day.

The kind of day that just makes me wanna...PUNCH A FREAKIN' BABY right in the FREAKIN' FACE.
The kind of day where I'd like to kick a puppy.
But I'm not an evil person and puppies are way too damn cute to kick.  As are kittens.

Fuckin' aluminum tube.
Fuckin' brass tube.
Fuckin' glass tube.
Fuckin steel tube.
Had to sit and watch each reach thermal fucking equilibrium.
And it took forfuckingever.

I mean...I went to the shitter when we first started the aluminum and when I got back the steam had just reached boiling point.

Fuckin' science.
Even Ema fuckin' Skye would be pissed.

That and I don't like freezing rain when I'm running back to my dorm.
And I don't like a sore knee.
And...
GAH I HATE THAT MY HELLHOLE IS SOON TO BARF BLOOD.  ><!

Geez.

It's been a long day and Monday's barely started.

I think it might be the damn cold weather, which, by the way, I'm surprised as hell that it's raining.  It might be my knee; or as I call it, the locking brakes system from hell because it locks up and it stops me from doing anything for a while.  It might be that Organic Chem class this morning was uneventful and boring and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged on.

Or it might just be that I like complaining.

BRB getting fanfic idea from my icon that I'm using.
And it's not even a romantic fic idea.
It's one of those sad ones where even DARYAN is crying and being all "Don't die on me man!  You're my best freaking friend and you can't die like this".  And Klavier's all "Kinna hard...to stay alive...with a bullet in your lung."  Like he knows he's going to kick the bucket.  :C

Hell.  I need to go to my DeviantArt and start another chapter of Atroquinine, methinks.
...god I'm insane.

~This is Mitz, your bitchy raving cockatiel, and I think that's all I have to say about that.
(So not a reference to 2 the Ranting Gryphon.  Oh wait.  Actually it is.)

PS: Here are some links.  WATCH THEM.    C8
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The strangest thing I know about the animal kingdom?  There's a group of parasitic flukes called the schistosomes, and they're the only group of flukes known to have separate males and females.  But what makes them really freaky--the female has to situate herself within the copulatory folds of the male in order to copulate.  It ends up looking like a footlong hotdog in a normal bun, for lack of a better term. 

I'm a college workstudy, but I still find a lot of ways to entertain myself:

-Drawing when I'm acting like I'm taking notes.  (My personal favorite.  Because they think I'm doing homework.)
-Darting around doing the mission impossible theme while I do my tasks.  (it's hilarious.)
-Heading to the bathroom to play my DS.  Even if I don't have to go.  (I can fake it awesomely.)
-Walking around with a bag of M&Ms and asking the assistant manager where the layaway is.  (She's got a sense of humor.  She knows to laugh.)
-Random German Phrases Game.  Where I talk like Klavier Gavin from Apollo Justice, ja?
-Random Japanese Phrases Game.  Derived from Random German Phrases Game.  Only using Japanese.

I'm reading two things currently:
Required reading: The Cell: A Molecular Approach -- This is my molecular biology of the cell book. 

Pleasure reading: The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton -- Perhaps one of my favorite books of all time.  I read it back in the eighth grade and I still love it, even now in the fourth year of my college.  I guess I never grew out of it.


How is reading important to me?
It's how I gain knowledge.  It's how I have a lot of fun.  It's pretty much an essential to my life just like the basic amenities of food, clothing, and shelter.

What do I recommend to others?  Well...your tastes may vary from mine, but here goes anyway:
The Outsiders -- Especially if you're like me and you never get over this book because it makes you cry every time.
Harpy Thyme -- One of my favorite Xanth novels by Piers Anthony.
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs -- Worth checking out if you're into astrology and stuff.  I often call it my "fanfiction bible" because I get personality traits from the zodiac signs of the characters somewhat.

Ladies and gentleman, I JUST SPOTTED A ROFLCOPTER.



...Okay.  I know.  That was pointless, and this entry might just be just as pointless.
But you've gotta love Robo-Ky's "GO GO GADGET ROFLCOPTER".
And if you don't, you have no sense of humor.
Unless you do have a sense of humor and just don't know what a roflcopter is.
GO GO GADGET ROBO-KY ROFLCOPTER!

Yes, forgive me for this fangirl moment.

Oh...come on, you've gotta expect this from me...


Ah, okay.  *shrugs*

Today is Shen Woo's birthday...so...
I DECLARE TODAY SHEN WOO DAY.  -Cackle.-

That is all.  <3

Oh, this one would be a toughie.  I'd have to choose from one of about five:

1) K' from King of Fighters -- He might actually be useful on a deserted island.  The guy can make his own flames with the aid of a cybernetically-enhanced glove, and therefore would be useful for building a fire.  Also: he's got some brute force and could probably kick down a tree to help make some shelter.  Plus he's good eye-candy.

2) Klavier Gavin from Apollo Justice -- I'm not going to lie; he's just hot.  Eye candy.  That's the only reason I'd want him with me.

3) Gilligan -- Lawl, duh.  He's experienced in the matters of being stranded on an island.  And experience can mean the difference between life and death.  Then again, he was a bit of a screw-up.  But a funny one.

4) The Professor -- Also experienced with the whole "stranded on an island" thing.  And he's the one that always came up with the plans for the island-ified gadgets, yeah?  He may not be half the looker that some of my other choices are, but he's got brains, ladies and gents.  BRAINS.

5) A blaziken -- Why be stranded with a pokemon?  Because!  It can kick trees down, start a fire for us, and it's the perfect cuddly companion [unlike a certain flame-weilding fighter...] for one of those nights of stargazing.  Firey chicken-bird-fighter things rule.

Knowing me, I'd probably choose The Professor, the Blaziken, or K'.  They all have qualities that I would desire in an island companion other than being funny or being incredibly hot.   Don't make me decide.  Maybe I'll take all three.  I need a scientist, a pet, and an incredibly hot and very hot-tempered McDreamy.  All three.