E-mail update!

Since I'm not sure how much longer my gladstone account will be working, here's where you should e-mail me from this day forward: slg@mokuzen.net.

That number again is:

slg@mokuzen.net!

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Yanked from storm_dancer: It's those pesky badgers again. Badger badger badger badger Mushroom MUSHROOM!

Why, oh why do people keep e-mailing me about adding links to their freaking Sailormoon pages? Don't they notice the update box on the front page hasn't been updated in over a YEAR?? Jeesh, maybe I *should* take some of that old stuff down.

Today = last day of class EVER. I'm feeling rather melancholy about it, at the moment. I also have a terrible headache *again*, so yeah, it seems like I won't be doing a lot to celebrate. That should probably wait until after finals, anyway. I want to go on a drive and decompress, but I'm not sure where I'd go. And, it gets dark so early nowadays that I wouldn't want to go somewhere I've never been before. Why, YES, let's get lost in a strange place at night! What a great idea! :p

Anyway, Windows is a piece of crap because it decided to break yesterday for no good reason, so I spent several hours doing hard drive scans to try and repair any errors. I didn't get the computer working again until after I got home from work, so my evening was pretty much shot. How is it that my computer decides to break itself whenever I start to show signs of real self-motivation? Jeez.

SO, all I really did last night was finish that scarf I was working on. I'm not sure if I like it or not, and I probably should have made it a bit longer, but eh, it's pretty okay-looking. I'm more enthusiastic about the new project I started afterwards, because it's this really cool hand-spun yarn that is softer to the touch. I'm thinking it would make a nice gift. Once I get better at this sort of thing, I should sell things on eBay or something.

And in closing, they want to put Reagan on the dime? WTF?!

Okay, I'm out.

"Awww, twenty bucks? I wanted a peanut!" "Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts!"

I took a nap for a couple hours, and it seems to have staved off some of my headache. I've been getting headaches all week, and it's getting pretty tiresome. I wish I knew if it was migraines or whatever else, because it doesn't seem like a stress headache. I haven't felt stressed out at all this week, at least not consciously.

It occurs to me that I should have probably stopped and had a chat with simurgh after class today, because I haven't in a while. I didn't really feel like being around anyone at that point, though. I feel like I've been a pretty shitty friend to people in general, as of late. Maybe it's just the holidays. They always make me moodier than usual.

In other news, I have rediscovered my love for honey-roasted peanuts. PEEEAAANNNUUUUT *_*

So right now, I'm working on a self-portrait thingy in Illustrator, perhaps for the new portfolio I'm hoping to crank out within the next week or so. It's based on the picture that this LJ icon was made from, because apparently, everyone wants to marry my new icon. ::laughs::

It's looking pretty awesome, though, so I'm happy. Sad thing is, so far, she looks a good deal hotter than I do in real life. Bitch. ::asdlkfhasdkfhasdkfl::

It's kind of funny how we ("we," as in human beings) idealize ourselves, and run ourselves down at the same time. On the one hand, it's terribly easy for us to look in the mirror and think that we're too fat, or too skinny, or have a big nose or scrawny arms or whatever. We pick ourselves apart all the time, and physical attributes are just the beginning of that.

And yet, when we see pictures of ourselves, 90% of the time, we *hate* them. Because in our mind's eye, we don't imagine ourselves looking like we do in photographs. It's as if we're saying, "well, I'm pretty damned weird-looking, but I'm not *that* bad." Thing is, I think this happens with mental and emotional aspects as well. So we'll think things like, "I'm not a smart person, but that guy's an *idiot*." We can't really believe the best about ourselves, but we can't quite buy into believing the absolute worst, either.

Anyhoo, I'm just rambling for the sake of rambling, because it's Friday and I'm bored. Back to work. ::pwing!::