*stumblefallcollapse* Yeah! Made it. Hello, Interwebs!
Salvete, Omnia! Or hello you all, for those that prefer undead languages. I'm the Mai-Mai! It's very nice to meet everyone! Let's see, I'm a college fishie and a proud Buckeye! English is my major of choice (so by all means, correct my grammar. I ENJOY it!). I'm also a notorious cosplayer and a high-pitched fangirl in many instances. Cosplay video! I play Roxas.
However, I'm much better known as Pikachu. Here's one of the pictures from a cosplay photoshoot I participated in for my anime club's calendar.
My favorite series of anime and/or manga consists of (in nothing particularly resembling order)- Gundam Wing, Pokemon, DeathNote, Prince of Tennis, the Demon Ororon, Library War, Little Butterfly, Appleseed, and Baccano. Though, naturally, I quite adore many others.
So yes! Enjoy your stay here. I love meeting people and making friends, so drop me some sort of line! I try to respond regularly. Luff and pocky!
ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK.
Technically less than that. My finals are all early, I'm done on Tuesday. =D
I HAD MY LAST LATIN CLASS TOOOODAAAAAAAAAY. Except for the final on Tuesday, of course.
Sleep and updates and participation should resume after I move out of the dorm. ^^ I'm spending summer in New York with my sister, far away from Texas. Yays!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish writing an essay about lesbian experimentation in modern America in comparison with lesbian chic during the Harlem Renaissance. ^__^
Real-life is kicking my ass right now... Between Latin translations and build-up of stress, I've started up with a lot of mental things that I haven't had to deal with in a few years. The main one being anxiety attacks, which I haven't really had for three years until recently. They're awful, I start hyperventilating, my nails claw at my palms, and I shake really, really bad... They can last anywhere from a few minutes to nearly an hour. I don't really know what happens during them, I only know what I do from my friends who have been with me when they occur, and the scratches on my palms linger. Nothing wears you out quite like one, either, I can tell you that much...
One of my friends is trying to get me to go see a therapist about depression and anxiety and stuff, but I dunno. I don't feel like there's anything anybody could do, that I need to suck it up and deal with it.
Anyway. I am still alive. I promise. Just thought I'd remind everyone of this.
I've been trying to keep up with people's world posts, just haven't been commenting... I'm a lurker until further notice.
Roomie 2 and the infamous shirtless boyfriend broke up... She's not taking it too well... They keep talking on the phone because she wants to fix it and she ends up hysterical and it breaks my heart... Hence my random and sudden abandonment of the chat last night, I try to give her privacy...
And now today... I am a terrible, awful person...
I had my friend over last night, and cool!roomie went to bed before me. I decided to stay up a bit longer with our friend... He was drinking water.
I guess when he left, he hadn't finished the water and I didn't take care of it. Didn't really even see it.
Cool!Roomie accidentally spilled it on her laptop... Which now won't turn on.
The laptop is under warranty, but all of her files and stuff... including her novel... all might be gone... And it's my fault.
She's furious... naturally... And I've had that "I'm going to throw up" feeling all day...
... One of my exes and former best friends called me today.
This was completely out of the blue, as after our very emotional and overly-dramatic break-up, they had cut off all contact with me, ruining our friendship as well as several friendships with mutual friends on my end.
And I thought... Well, it's almost my birthday, maybe that's why... Maybe this is an outreach of friendship, maybe we can rekindle the deep friendship we had. That would be... amazing.
So I answered.
I was told that breaking up with me was the biggest mistake they ever made, that they were so sorry, that if I could please just, forgive them, take them back, they missed me so much...
I, very emotional at this point, told them that I was still too hurt, I could never... be in a relationship with them again. But that if friendship was an option, nothing would mean more to me.
...
Then the laughter started.
I was on speakerphone. She and her new boyfriend thought it was hilarious that I took it seriously on TODAY of all days.
