Taptaptap.

Fingers tap against keys, much like a pen taps against paper. Still, it all means the same thing. What to write, what to write...?

The past two or three days have been interesting. I've been switching moods almost as fast as Lilith. I've mostly been annoyed and angry at humanity in general, at people I know sometimes, and at myself at others. I've been frustrated. Sad. Bitterly disappointed. I've also been somewhat industrious. Happy. Curious.

I took a cold shower this morning, just for kicks. I never take them, ever.

I really should stop reading Google News. All it ever does is show me things that get me growly at people, because only stupid people ever make the news any more. (See parents opposing HPV vaccines and - no, fuck it, that one's been mentioned and trod on so many times over the past single day that there's no point in even saying anything about it, because everyone will know what it is anyways, and I'm just going to ignore it now.)

Except for this snippet, anyways, that I wrote this morning over on Snapple's journal in a sudden fit of pique against the stupid:

"Thing is, death is everywhere. It damn lurks. It's in the sleepy or attention-elsewhere or drunk driver in the opposite lane of your car. It's in the teenager with the fucked-up mind who thinks, for some reason, that killing his classmates will solve his problems somehow. It's in the robbery gone wrong, in the plane's engine malfunction, it's in that innocent plate of spinach salad at the restaurant, tainted by the wrong form of e. coli. It's the cancer, the AIDs, the allergic reaction, the massive organ failure brought on by years of diabetes. It's everywhere, and there are so many ways it can happen, and at any time.

So why bother to be afraid, at all? It's going to happen. Death and taxes are the only unescapable things, after all! Live your life without fear, don't be pigeonholed by these morons in the government who seek to run your lives because of fear. Learn to protect yourself with a self-defence course, take care of yourself, and prevent what you can, sure. But there is always going to be something that you can't prevent, and that's what's going to kill you. Might as well accept it and move on, so you can actually, y'know, start living."

Birthday soon. I'm getting a new, cushy bed from mom - went and picked out one yesterday. I am hoping it will be much better for my back. The one I've got now has been around for, what, fifteen or sixteen years? No longer exactly comfortable. I prodded Sean towards getting me Diamond or Pearl... Yes, Pokémon. (Stop laughing!) I really don't care which flavour it is, since the fancy-pants wireless trading is now to be~

Mom also gave me the eight hundred that I borrowed from her to pay last semester's tuition, provided that I use my tax return (which is looking to be around 14/1500) to pay for my next semester... Which I was going to do anyways, so that was no biggie. The only thing now is that I have to ask her for more money... I hadn't known that the executive retreat would cost so much. I mean, I've got a little money, from the job, but not the two hundred that I will end up needing, at the very least! Sheesh. Little ticked to find out about that.

And then there was the drama at AKP over the weekend, because people can't stop themselves from being shitty to each other...
Actually, a lot of things stem from that certain inability. What the hell, humanity?

Fegh. I won't dredge it up. It'll just make me pissy again. Well, I'm still pissy, really, but it'll make me more pissy.

I did have nice conversations tonight with both Annette and Honey... I guess I just really needed to talk in some fashion or another? How odd for me. <3!!s to both of you, though, even though Annette will not see the hearts because she is a lazy bum who never comes on LJ anymore. :P

And now I guess I'm finally tired, so away I shall go.