Wednesday

Behind the Mic: Barbara Gordon


YES! So I FINALLY posted my Behind The Mic segment for Gotham High Audio Drama. I feel like I rambled, but I really didn’t know what else to say. I pretty much just nerded all over the place. *shrug* Whaaatever. Enjoy!

The intro music is and excerpt from the Kittie song What I Always Wanted. Why? Because it’s the only song I have from their album “Oracle”. Get it? GET IT? I made a reference! :D
(The title track was a little too rough for me to want to use it for GH or I would have bothered downloading it.)

Thursday

Dean's List


(sorry, no clever title today)
I know that making the dean's list should be like, perfectly normal so long as you just do the work. Thing is, when I was in high school, I was suuuuuuuuper unmotivated. Then when I finally went to college, I still had no idea what I was doing and just didn't want to be there. Finally discovering what I wanted to do was my first step into thin air... only to have a cobble fly up to catch me. I feel as though I am walking around with my nose stuck into the most interesting book possible, and as long as I continue to love the book, the stones continue to maneuver to support my feet.

Getting a notice saying that I'm on the deans list this semester feels so amazing. I know it's just positive reenforcement psychology shenanigans... but it's working, and it's also a way to show my family that their hard earned money is not going to waist in paying for my education.

I know that you don't need a diploma to be good at something, but if I'm going to be doing all this learning and work anyway, it's nice to get some acknowledgement for it.

Sunday

A Week Away.

I just feel so frustrated for so many reasons right now. I don't even know if I will be able to name them all tomorrow, but this "Thack" is thoroughly displeased. I put on my confident "Mally" face, and strut like I don't care, but right now it's a farce, which is good because some time's I worry that I'll end up actually believing that I can forget the world in which I live. The world full of hate and hunger that is tearing it's self to pieces. So many things today, hate mail, off handed comments, beautiful music that I will never be able to play at this rate, and... and... I need to put on some fucking Sabbath and clean. Right now! DEAR INTERNET! I WILL BE GONE FOR THE NEXT WEEK. TEXT ME, CALL ME, WHATEVER, IF YOU NEED MY ATTENTION.
Here, have some Gotham High as a distraction. Episode two to be broadcast soon.


Monday

Removal Of Wisdom


Today I finally bit the bullet, as it were, and had my wisdom teeth removed. One of them was impacted, which means that it was still under the gum, and they had to drill for it. The doc had told me to bring a CD as something to listen to during the process, and when I did, it was found that we have a mutual love of Black Sabbath.
For some reason, the left side of my face (also happens to be the side with the impacted tooth) was more resistant to the numbing so they had to shoot it up several times. He saved the impacted for last, which was good, because by the time he got to it Fairies Wear Boots had just come on and it is one of my favorites and managed to help distract me. 
Mum had, had to drive me because you aren't supposed to drive on pain killers or laughing gas. The nurse said that it would make me feel like I'd downed a few cocktails. When I told her that I was twenty three and had never had alcohol and therefore could not know what that felt like, she said that now I would.
Upon reaching home I was instructed to take advil, wait two hours and then take the prescription pain killer. In the meantime I should start filling my stomach with cold soft foods. and Ice my face for twenty minutes every twenty minutes.
AH!
The area where the impacted tooth was is already starting to twinge a bit. He said it would hurt more there, but even the cheek is already less numb, and that side was numbed more and later. I wonder why that side is absorbing the meeds so quickly.
My lower lip is still numb, making drinking and talking difficult. Mum thinks it's hilarious, but I'm refusing to let her take pictures and am ridiculously dedicated to keeping my lips sealed unless eating or drinking. Meanwhile, my tongue is numb in places. The tip feels kind of tingly, like a limb that had fallen asleep, the way back is still all there. which was gross because through the surgery, I could taste what they(hjlgjkafhkgfskga;lshdgf;sakjflmFUCKPAIN) were doing. SHIT that left bottom is just a peach to deal with. I'd promise to keep people updated… but I'm just going to curl up into a ball now.
Time to ice again.