Hell! ^_^

DMV Employees
Circle I Limbo

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

General asshats
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Creationists, Republicans
Circle IV Rolling Weights

The Pope
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Mary Sues, Badfic Authors
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Homophobes
Circle VII Burning Sands

Fundamentalists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Bah. Frozen in ice for all eternity isn't enough of a punishment for Bush. As I said on the PPC Board, Bush is reason to build more circles of Hell.

( Actually, what I said on the PPC Board was this )

Is part of dicussion stemming from this lovely article.

... >.

Hate all this damned schoolwork.

Might not be so bad if I could get it all done in the morning. But somehow I seem to have gotten into the habit of sleeping twelve hours. Now, for most of the summer when I could afford to do that, I just... couldn't sleep in. Now that I should (a) do stuff in the morning and (b) start preparing for waking up for school (which is too damned early, but that's another tangent), I can't get up before noon.

Which means I simply cannot get out of the house until three. And I NEED to get out of this damned not-air-conditioned house and away from my brother.

Oh, and I seem to have taken up the habit of eating breakfast and lunch in front of the computer, 'cos those are the only times I can take off from working if I want to get out of here at a decent time.

And now that I'm done with lunch, I have to go continue working. Yay.

-Claudia

Random babbling

As per usual, life is by turns very odd and very boring; very fun and just plain evil.

Spent most of this evening watching Matt, Mike and Bob play some demented spinoff of Monopoly. Must admit, do not remember what it was called.

I feel like ranting about stuff but don't particularly have anything to rant at. I don't have any of my writing with me at the moment either, unfortunately--not even Random Linguistic Crap Binder with (random linguistic crap, duh, and) Nosi'Dam notes.

Speaking of Nosi'Dam notes, must get Matt to email me updated documents of stuffs we've been working on.

And then should write something, anything at all. Maybe will do a rewrite of something I can access off of FF.net or FP.com...

But I wish I had my notes...

Really, really want Ella to come home. Really want to start revamping her Nosi'Dam story with her; writing with Ella ish always fun. And miss talking to her. She signed off as soon as I signed on tonight.

On bright side of things, now have hairbrush, concealer and CD player at my father's house (where I am now), which means no more having to stop at Mom's before coming here (unless want notes, of course). Also means I can listen to music before going to bed. And as CD player is right by head of bed, hopefully means can listen without person in other room hearing, if am here on a night when my brother is as well, which I am tonight.

Don't have any books or writing supplies or any of that sort of stuff here, though. But that will change eventually. It probably will change when we move out of the house on Highview, because then I'll have to pack everything up and move it out anyway, and might as well send some of it over here.

I wonder if the house with the bedroom with the step down is still on sale. It probably isn't; we went to go see it a few months ago. But if it is, I want that house. It's really spiffy. And I claim the room with the step. I know Timothy Mouse'll want it, if just because I want it, and will not find it fair that I get my choice of room in both houses (have room with blue carpet here! Yay!) but is reason for that, being, I like the rooms the way they are, and T.M. thinks room is spiffier than other room but both need oh so much work before are live-in-able. Therefore, as I am made happy very easily, and he is made happy very difficultly (...or something...), parental unit should give me room that makes me happy, and then only has unhappy T.M. to deal with, which said parental unit would have to deal with anyway, 'cos T.M. is immature little brat like that and will NEVER BE HAPPY.

T.M. not like staying here at father's, 'cos says is not a house 'cos is not lived-in enough. I still say, you know how ya fix that? You live in it for a while. I personally settle for going "Need more books and paper and writey implements. Will go get them eventually..." Should be able to get paper and writey impliments and such desktop kind of stuff at Staples when go back-to-school shopping. Whee, shopping spree at Staples!!

...LOVE Staples. Family has a "loves office supplies" gene. Is rather wierd, but means going shopping with my dear lady mother can still at times be an enjoyable experience, which is apparently quite rare at this age level.

*typetypetypetypetype* *is generally extremely typehappy* I've decided I like the word "typehappy". I like a lot of words that I apparently invent because they should be part of the English language already but aren't. Like "epiloguial". I could've sworn that was a real word when I used it. Then again, Word says that "paralyzingly" isn't a word, so it's possible that I didn't invent "epiloguial" but just think I did because it's not used in Microsoft Word enough.

Question of the Day: Who's more evil, George Bush or boy bands? I say Bush. Beky and Bob agree with me. Matt and Hatim say boy bands. Your opinions?

And now I must go.

Namárië,

-Claudia