Ever feel like some parts of your life just repeat over and over again like some neverending litany of failure? So much so that it chokes you to think about the beginning and ending of the cycle you cannot stop and cannot help to restart.

Or maybe it has been a long day at work and I'm so tired my teeth hurt and I just want to cry because that is easier then thinking. Or maybe thinking is nothing but tears and stopping one is the only way to stop the other.

I think sometimes that there is no crueler joke then each new breath.

I'm a bit aggravated. I can't even define exactly what is driving me mad. Just this annoying restless feeling. That's not entirely true. I suppose I know exactly what is wrong but there is little to do about it. Anyhow....

I've been playing with a friend of mine lately by changing the background picture on my computer to something a bit disturbing. LOL Today it was a nice (if naughty) picture of NightCrawler. Hehe evil ^_^ Unfortunately, I'm running low of disturbing images. I need to go hunting up some raunchy bondage pics of fictional characters. ^_^

Speaking of raunchy, someone at work the other day told me about a fetish I had never heard of and now I can't remember what the damned thing was. I thought it was hilarious so I was going to go look it up now I can't. Fail! I'm always kind of amazed at what people will do to scratch the most interesting of itches.

Spent the day cooking a Turducken (which was tasty) and playing vid games with Justin. I have to wake up way too early on Friday for work. Blegh. Met some nice folks on Halo tonight. Other girls which is always cool. Playing a FPS online is a bit weird if you are a girl. You get hit on alot. You aren't expected to be very good. People ask you stupid shit. I usually deal with this by out perverting them. So say the other teams starts talking smack right in the beginning, I will go further and say shit so wrong they will have to ask if that is a real thing. So far, this has worked out pretty well for me. I usually either get them laughing or silent. Both reactions are fine with me. Then in the game I stick a plasma grenade to their face and call it a win. Admittedly, in game smack talk can get a bit much at time. Like there is just so much of it all the time it can be a bit annoying at times. Mostly fun though.

And because Justin was watching Seether on my computer and got me in a Seether mood I give you Truth ^_^

Energy drinks taste like ass. Musty, funky and what the hell is that after taste???

Unfortunately, I failed at sleeping last night. Entirely my own fault. So now I'm at work because calling out because I wanted to listen to a book is not really acceptable. I can feel the tired pounding low in my stomach trying to creepy up and over take me but the energy drinks are forming a mesh across the horizontal plane of my belly. Occassionally tandrils of somulence flit across my spine and I take another chug of horrible brew and feel the net tightening driving the sandman away.

*hour later* The world is getting a bit shimmery. Maybe I should go eat something solid. LOL No time, no time, need to take more calls.

Mental Note: Do not read (or listen in this case as it is an audiobook) horror books right before attempting (vainly) to go to sleep. Not only do I not want to go to sleep because oh god zombies but I want to know how this ends.

Oh and this book is fuck all good. I got it for Justin for his birthday but I wanted to read it too so I am listening to the audiobook, like a moron, before I need to go to sleep.

Oh yeah and BTW I'm never sleeping again. Books don't come with fucking sound effects.

Oh and BTW I will say that while I will allow my sense of reality to be stretched quite a bit there does reach a point where I am like "WTF, mate? Really? Really you thought that was a good idea?"

I would just like to say I'm not entirely sure it is worth it to be a girl.

Now I admit, children are adorable and vaguely needed to continue the human race. Even when they are screaming their fool heads off (great phrase, ne? It always reminds me of my father and I sort of like that) I still rather like them but feeling like somebody is stabbing you over and over again in the back with a hot blade is not fun.

Boobs, also a nice addition to the whole being a female thing. I do believe boobs might be the gods way of saying, "Oooo child birth is going to be a bit of a bitch. Hmmm here, have some titties. Everyone will like them and they are a great addition to parties." Admittedly I've never pop one of the screamers out but I hear tell it is somewhat unpleasant, messy, and rather smelly. Once again, a very useful thing coupled with some other shall we say crap-on-a-stick thing.

The whole lower region is nice and multiple orgasms are in fact a wondrous thing but man would I like to be able to let the whole world know my name after that first blanket of snow. On the whole men would win this one if the gods had not decided to give them that extra special feature of balls. Now I'm not like most people. I think the fuzzy hanging bits are hilarious and great fun but to have such things just ideally swinging in the breeze must give all men some deep seated fear low hanging sharp objects. Or more frequently the very thing balls spawn running head long into you when you get home from work and since they are so sort their head butt ends up hitting the wrong head. Having seen this before, I must say it is not a pretty sight. So let's call this one a draw.

Cervical cancer verses Prostate cancer is kind of a draw. Yeah we get the fun aspect of sticking our feet in the air and letting our howdy doody say hello to the doctors, nurses, and any small planes wandering past the window when checking for cervical cancer but men get "The Finger". You know the drill boys, bend over spread 'um, and say hello to my little pinkie. We get the breast mash you get the nutt roll. We get cold (or way too HOT) speculum you get that sweet squelchy feeling Robin Williams talks about. So let's say draw.

So our perks are boobs and more orgasms then you can shake a stick at and men get the ability to write their name in a multitude of colors/textures and the super jar/beer bottle opening prowess.

Man humans are weird.


This post has been brought to you by the letter OW and the number Well-at-least-the-boobs-are-a-nice-perk.

That's right bitches, I'm making another fucking turducken this year. The evil shall begin once again.

Bwhahaha!!!! Soon the strange combination of turkey, duck, and chicken shall arise!!

That's it I am completely fucking done with this job. Just done, over don't give a shit anymore.

I'm going to spend my time between calls not following up but applying to new positions. This place is fucking unreasonable. One of the queue drivers decided that my telling her politly that I was going to the bathroom was in fact an optional request and that no I could not leave the room. Forget the fact that I had already held it for 30 minutes until the queue was completely clear because i'm a nice person and I understand that letting everything get backed up just sucks. Forget the fact that when she deemed it okay for me to go I had been sitting there the entire time having received no new calls. So really I had to wait because, oh she felt like it, i don't see any other reason. Oh, let me rethink that, I couldn't go because she didn't feel like it and because of the fact that she was stupid enough to let more people then she would like go to break. I'm sorry that is not my fault and has nothing to do with the fact that I need to go to the bathroom. I was gone for less then 4 minutes. Me leaving this room for 4 minutes is not a hardship. There are over 30 people in this room who could take a call if magically the queue expoloded in the 4 mins it takes me to pee. Besides which who fucking cares if the queue gets backed up in those four minutes? It isn't like we don't have backed up queues all the damned time. It is the freaking busy season.

So fuck them. I'll find somewhere else to work that can treat me with more respect then you would a dog. Hell my dog gets to go pee when she wants to. Maybe I should start growling and barking. I'll bet you if I peed the carpet even once they would never give me shit about taking a piss again.

I had two days off this week. We are cutting back on OT so all my extra long shifts are gone and I requested no extra day this week. It is weird and sort of feels like a holiday to have no OT. On one hand, suck because I liked the extra money. On the other the OT was eating my life. I was too tired to write, to tired to want to deal with people, and really gone too damn long during the day. So I spent all of yesterday doing nothing important. I used my gift cards up at game stop and bought two new games. I went out and watched Justin eat (I had already eaten which is why we are going out today). I played way too much of the new Indiana Jones Lego game. Speaking of that game I think it might be the first lego game to truly disappoint me. The thing if fucking frustrating at times and not in that good challenging sort of way. Besides, it is a LEGO game the fucer is made for kids and should be easy as sin. I don't play it for a challenge I plya it because smashing lego people is fun. So on one hand the game is huge and still lego but on the other I keep running into these really fucking annoying parts. Not a well made game. Which is a shame because, as I said, I adore the lego franchise.

Today is a different day though. I have several projects to work on. I need to get at least one cake made, I have to mail packages, go shopping, and play Sims with the kids (I have been promising and one of the new games in the expatiation pack). Speaking of which off I go.

LOL nice title right? My day started off slightly oddly. Jack was screaming his head off gaian this morning for what I'm only vaguely sure was a very good reason in his head. The fortunate part of this is he screamed so loudly and in such a fashion as to wake me up from a dead sleep. Doesn't sound to fortunate, ne? But the time he woke me up was 7:40 and I needed to be at work by 8:00. I drove really fast.

Today, at work, we are having a soup contest. I have been working a shagload of OT this week so I decided not to enter. I had been thinking about it. I even had a soup planned (in detail) in my head with Iron Chef worthy display and everything. But I was a bit too tired to play in the kitchen. Now as I walk down the halls I have a few people stop me to ask if I was making a soup as they had been looking foreward to my entry. LOL I feel a bit bad to disappoint. Oh well. I just tried the entries and some are very good. I'm afraid I won't vote for any that used a soup base though. I guess I'm just a stickler but your flavor should be something you made yourself, not something made in a lab that you added to. It isn't a contest based on adding. Or maybe I'm just a cooking snob. Yeah that is probably it.

I also have three cake commisions this week. We have a guest coming over for BD party who has requested a very dense chocolate cake with peanut butter fudge on top. I'm actually looking forward to this one in a completely different way from the others. The other two are both more my standard fair. one is a redvelvet cake with a request for not a heavy amount of frosting. The shape and design have been left to me. I already have the design firmly in mind, it will require the air brush). I'm thinking I might do it in fondant since he doesn't like frosting anyhow and it looks better that way.

That final one due friday is a Jack Skeleton cake done for a friend of Kt's. I'm charging 40 bucks and the cake will be worth far more then that. I hate putting prices on these things but if I start getting more of them I'm going to have to charge for time and ingredients. I'm not a complete idiot. No, I do not consider what I make "good enough" but I've seen what qualifies and I do qualify as having bakery level pastry goods. Not all of them because I don't always bother to make a "perfect" cake. If I'm making it for the house it will be pretty but well I could do better. Also if I had a real kitchen and the right equipt I could do better.

Anyhow part of that I am working toward resolving. Most of the things on my wishlist this year are pastry related. I just sent in an order for powdered colors which are my preference. Oddly I could not find a powdered purple, which just will not fly. The thing I really need is a turntable wheel. I have one on my list now and if I don't get it for BD or XM I'll go ahead and pick one up. There are so many things you cannot do without them. I should also go ahead and buy like 50lbs of fondant. Stuff lasts forever if frozen and buying it 1-5lbs at a time is fuck all expensive. I think I might try and make my own tonight. I just found an interesting new receipe.

I hate People.
I hate Animals.
I hate fucking fae.
I hate freaking werewolves.
I hate small children.
I hate large children.
I hate being hopeless.
I hate being a failure.
I hate brown cows.
I hate talking.
I hate not talking.
I hate losing.
I hate being scared of winning.
I hate Californian condors (fuck you birds).
I hate being alive.
I hate being sad.
I hate cats (I'm looking at all of you bastards).
I hate zucchini (I'm lying yum!)
I hate catharsis.
I hate bras.
I hate livejournal.
I hate facebook.
I hate fucking tweets and tweeting.
I hate that I'm lying about only half of these things.
I hate hate.
But maybe I hate me the most.




(this might have been one of the most fun to write journal entries I've ever written)

I'm trying to decide if I want to go to Convocation next year. It is alot of money and alot of fun. I also half promised Jane I would run a class for her. I think I would definitely go if it was slightly less expensive. As as I can figure it though, it would be a flat 500 basically for room and convo price. That's not including travel costs and food etc.

*sighs* Bit rich for me right now.

So been thinking about that alot lately. Plus other stuff but Convo is the more pleasant thought.

Bald Bears!?!

Saddest thing ever!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1225042/Germanys-bald-bears-Fur-disease-afflicts-Dolores-baffles-vets.html

Two of my co-workers confessed today that when they first met me i scared them.

LOL This happens all the time. People meet me and are scaredof me. Not everyone but enough people have said it that I'm not surprised anymore. LOL It always makes me chuckle though. The conversation is always like this:

Me: (I say something about the first time we met or somehow this comes up)
Them: Yeah I was so scared of you when I first met you. I mean it was fine when I got to know you.
Me: Why?
Them: I don't know you just scared me. (or they say I looked like I would hurt them or soemthing).
Me: LOL
Them: Yeah funny now that I know you.

Evidently when I first meet you we either get along or I scared the shit out of you.

Highly amusing. LOL I just mentioned this to Andrei and he says he thinks I am the biggest mush he has ever met. (In a good way"I meant it in a heart on your sleeve type mush"-Andrei) Evidently I always seems happy to him. LOL. So you are either scared of me or think I'm a wonderful person.

I leave it to your, dear readers, to decided which or these people have the better survival instincts ^_~

Fell apart at work. Started crying at my desk over something small and stupid. Real fucking professional.

*sighs* I am so fail at life.

In case you're wondering, I'm working. Not right now, just in general. My life has narrowed down to working, eating meal bars/Chinese, coming home to play Halo with Justin, and occasionally sleeping. Would prefer more of the last two but have far more of the first. Tomorrow is my only day off for a little while. I have so many errands to run it is ridiculous. Right now I'm thinking sleep is on my agenda. Yeah my life is so full of fail it hurts. I just try not to think about it or about anything really. Keeps me from trying to fly.

I hate having fevers. They always make u cold even if it isn't that cold outside.

Walmart is very weird at night in the parkin lot. So many people even as it gets late. I think I will migrate the car soon. I do like watching the people though.

Work was long today n tomorrow I start the monster OT. Brrr it is cold tonight.

I think I will try to grab some sleep now. Must rest, can't afford to miss anymore work.

Good night world, it has been a blast.

One dragon birthday cake for our four-year old Charles is complete and looks (if I do say so myself) fairly kick ass. Didn't take me that long either. Fortunately, since I had all the frosting done I could just slap it on and decorate. The airbrush pushed the decorating on by nice and quick. I piped the lines and bam-done! I think decorating including frosting and cutting took no more then hour and a half and I wasn't rushing. I need to note somewhere the the dragon head side is chocolate and the white is on the right. White is right? Ugh I should have flipped that but then the race messages just get worse. Oh well weird, late night, not-really-there, race messages in pastry aside the cake looks great. LOL Unfortunately, with all my OT I'm not going to get home for his party until very late. *sighs* Oh well. As always pictures when ever my lazy butt gets around to it.

FYI from now until probably the end of the holiday season Seo is on OT at her main job. My new schedule is Thur & Fri 8-4:30 Sat-Mon 8-6:30 and tuesday 8-4:30. My only day off is Wednesday. I may add on more hours as needed.

I'll update this as needed

Seo spent the day in the pursuit of the culinary arts. I made a four tier cake for a friend coming back after being away for a while. It is a tiny surprise so I mention no names.

Anyhow I made more butter cream and chocolate ganache and chocopeanutbutter pudding then any one person should. The cakes themselves were baked yesterday and are a devils food chocolate. The damned cake is freakishly huge. I have it stored in the outside frig and it BARELY manages to fit after I moved everything around. It take up a good third of the available frig space. I have a butt load of pictures I'm sure I'll toss up on facebook. I did end up making too much of the french butter cream so I should have more then enough for Charlies birthday party cake this weekend. He turned four today lol. He spent a good portion of time helping me construct the frosting today. Actually all the kids helped with some portion of the baking.

I'm getting much better at french buttercreams. I've slowly learned how I like to construct them and modified the standard recipe accordingly. They are getting to be freaking amazing. The chocolate ganache and I fought all day. It was my own fault. I read the recipe and followed it perfectly. The ganache poured beautifully and I was ready to let it set when I realized the recipe never called for sugar and I used unsweetened bakers chocolate since I had been doing to all damned day. So I was like FUCK, I could toss is back on the stove but that a pain or I could just mix some sugar in and while it will be a little grainy it won't be noticeable as it is for a tiny section of garnish. I opted to toss it in and then fought the grainy never the right consistency battle the rest of the day. It was always too hot or too cold, too hard or too soft, and amazingly annoying to try and work with. Nothing else gave me problems. I love spring and fall. Such perfect baking weather. Nothing melts and things soften on the counter. So perfect.

I also managed a beautiful piping frosting I believe shall be my new gold standard. It takes a base of the french buttercream and then toss in some American if you have it and a butt load of powdered sugar. While it doesn't taste as good as the base (how could it with all that gross powdered sugar in it?) it does how the most gorgeous texture and pipes smooth as a babies ass. Takes color really well too. Since it is just as easy to make more french butter cream and I hate then making the American variety (horrible flavor and annoying to make) this will be perfect..

The only other minor snafu happened during cake baking. Someone kept turning off my oven. It would be on and I would go away to do thing I would come back and the fucker would be off! I believe it was an accident by someone who didn't realize I was cooking. Of course Paranormal Activity makes me sure that there is an evil demon turning off my oven. I'm saying right her and right now if there is some demon fucking with my stove while I'm cooking they had damned well better run. Dim view, motherfucker, dim view.

Anyhow the sage of the four-tiers choco cake of doom is complete. The cake is huge and weights at least ten pounds. Hell I don't even want to think of how much butter, sugar, flour, and eggs went into its creation. If I was god we would all be made of molding chocolate and being eaten out would take on a whole new meaning. Probably boring to everyone but I don't care it is my damn ed journal and I like talking about baking. I have one more cake due this week. Young Charles has asked for a dragon cake for his birthday, a green dragon with a red tongue. LOL Shouldn't be all that difficult to make. I like kid cakes. They are fun. I just wish people would grow to love fondant. It makes the cake lines so much cleaner. Oh and I wish I had a cake decorators wheel. I desperately want one.

Law Abiding Citizen gets a resounding meh. It was full of itneresting ideas that seemed to get lost in the mash up of which amazingly hot anti-hero we should cheer for.

On one hand you have Hot Scottish Dude (tm) with abs of oh-my-god-yum and on the other you have Jaime Foxx who manages to still rock the black guy pimp walk while sporting a high-power lawyer getup. I think until the last hmmm 15 minutes I was totally in love with HSD. He can be all "I will teach you all a lesson" vengeancey any day of the damne week. Smokin'. But at the end you are supposed to stop liking him and vote for the suddenly redeemed black dude with his darling family. Okay seriously what crack were you smoking when this idea seemed like a good one and why did you swap mid wya through?

On a personal level, any thing he did to the dudes who kill his family in that viscous fashion is a-ok with me. You kill/rape my wife and little girl and I'm sorry but slow death by me cutting chunks off of you may in fact be too good for you. I might just leave you alive but unable to feed yourself, wipe your own ass, or really do more then be horizontal in a bed somewhere and roll your eyes around. Shit I'll take your eyes too and books are too good for you and they are making some amazing progress in speech by eye movement. So all those parts I'm pretty much fine with. Honestly, I'm kind of okay with all the violence because it is all movie unreal. But really none of this has anything to do with this confusing movie.

What really annoys me about this move as that it has some kind of point but it is told badly and really seriously needs a bit of editing. I believe they are going on about how fucked up the justice system is in our country. So bad that two law abiding citizens do horrible things just to work with it but really I think I'm giving them too much credit here. Not only are you not sure which guy to cheer for but neither of them really stick within one character for long. THe writers/directors/whomever seem to be so dead set on showing how these characters have changed they don't even make then consistent within the world they have built. First HSD is just a guy who gets fucked over by the system so he goes for payback but then suddenly he is just a serial killer on some personal quest that doesn't make any sense. He touts how he is being so specific and then starts killing random people. It is like they got halfway done with the movie and having run out of people that it would make sense for him to kill they started throwing names in a hat. **SPOILER** And after all that he still never does anything but teach some stupid fake lessony thing to Smokin' Hot Black Dude. Um WTF???

And speaking of the ending. Um what? You are going to do what with that, wait what???? No one would do that. Fine you want to kill him pop a bullet in his head but letting him LIGHT THE FUCKING JAIL ON FIRE?? Have you lost your mind? He isn't the only one going to be fried and the cost??So SHBD has learned what lesson for all this? That it is okay to kill as long as someone has hurt the ones you love? Um wait what? Isn't that not what we are supposed to be teaching as life lessons? And I wouldn't bring it up but the is obviously a movie with a STATEMENT it is desperately, failingly, trying to make. Oh and look he is going to one school thing for his daughter. Awwww he is da best daddy evar! Blegh fuck you in the ass. Going to school shit doesn't make you a good father. Yes, kids like it but they also have a greater understanding of things then that nonsense. I guarantee you if he had never gone to one of those but always supported his daughter and shown he loved her and cared about what she was doing, even if he could attend, she would never feel slightly. I hate the TV/Movie idea that if you have to work and can't always be there you aren't "as good a parent". Trust me, kids like food in their bellies/ aroof over their heads then the mere sight of you. And also I'm sorry but he isn't going to magically become "I can always be there Dad". Not how life works. Yeah hell be there like white on rice...for a while, but then it will slowly shift back to the normal which isn't really that bad.

So while I enjoyed the movie in a vague sort of way I would not rec this one to anyone. It had some dandy explosions, the acting was good enough, and I enjoyed the eye candy that is all it was, a bit of fluff trying to pass itself off as something worth paying attention.

I'm awake because today is my Friday and FML. So I'm watching more DS9 because I heart that show and am slowly making my way through the entire thing end to end. One of tonight's episodes was all about two characters trapped on a planet. One is the bad guy (who just recently went starkers after watching his beloved daughter be shot and killed on front of him) and the other is our hero (the main captain dude).

The final few lines in this whole tete after the bad dude has escaped and the good guy rescued are all about how the good guy thought everything was shades of gray until he sees someone like the bad guy in all his crazy glory and he knows what true evil is. Um no. I'm sorry but no. You guys are complete idiots who ever wrote this episode. True evil is not some dude who is stark raving mad seeing people who aren't really there. That is a sick guy. A guy who saw his daughter he loved above all others killed by the man he trusted above all others who spent a large protion of time curled up in a little sad ball. This guy deserves our help and sympathy.

I'm not saying he may not do things we would classify as evil. He beat the shit out of the good guy for something trivial. Fine I'll let you have that. But he-is-not-EVIL. Evil (IMUHO) has to contain full knowledge, acceptance, and approval of the horrible actions you are causing on other people. You have to understand what you are doing to people and still do it because it will cause them harm. You have to kick that puppy (hi cliche how are you) on purpose, just because you want to hurt it. If you kick the puppy on accident yes it wasn't nice but it wasn't evil either. Not how it works kiddies. The action can't have any other goal then to harm the creature in question. Now that I will say is evil. Now, I will say that his actions before he went crazy might be some small variety of evil but I actually do believe alot of the reasons he gives for why he was such a murdering bastard before hand so he gets the title of horrible bastard dictator not evil madman.

I'm not saying I'm some great compass of all morality in the world. I'm a firm believer in the everything contains shades of gray in real life school of thought. I do get a little pissed seeing shit like this though. Personally, I think there is so little true evil in the world mostly people wouldn't know it until it walked up and shanked their kidneys while giving them a hug. It is rare as true good. And of course you could throw in all sorts of arguments of what is good and evil anyhow but that's sort of a different topic.

Anyhow annoyance in while watching TV no big surprise.

I worked 12 hours today between both jobs. It was a long day especially since I didn't feel well for a good part of the day. Thankfully my body has taken to getting over feeling like shit when i refuse to stop doing things. LOL I find this vastly amusing.

After work I went to see Paranormal Activity. First off, amazing movie and I highly recommend it to most of you. Especially to any of you who have had experiences in any way like this. Not only will it add a bit of depth to the plot but I think you should go now (Michelle you are one of the people I'm looking at here). Why now you ask? The audience. While the movie is amazing and well worth seeing in its own right this weekend the audience is going to be amazing. Listening to their gasps, the occasional comments made the movie ten times better. And the energy in the theater was just amazing.

Now on to the movie itself. Up until the very end this movie doesn't show too many things that aren't classic "haunting" type things. In fact this ends up being ones of its greatest strengths. You aren't asked to believe in things too far out of normal for so long that by the time your internal sensors would go "wait a minute that isn't even sort of real" it is too late and you are sucked in with that extra little bit being just perfect instead of too much.

The build is slow but not too boring. Right away the couple strikes you as boring and normal and cute in their own way. The actors chemistry is spot on and they look like someone you know and probably call friend. She is not super thin and super makeuped. He is not ripped with a chiseled jaw line. She is a nice curvy normal and he has cute dimples instead of rock hard abs. This normalcy is what leads me to what I think is what truly makes this movie shine. This movie is a nice horror movie and freakishly creepy, sort of, but what really sells me is the sleeper tragedy aspect of the entire thing. These are not superheroes or actors. This is a young couple in a shitty situation that they have no idea how to handle. You can see each step in their logic to the final point where it really tips over into something that could have been avoided if only they weren't so caught up in it. The boyfriend's attitude especially impressed me in the way it was written and really I would say this movie is in alot of ways more about him waking up to strange things then her. Here is a guy who finds something odd and acts like most young men would, he pokes it with the proverbial stick. And then keeps poking it never realizing that it isn't a lump of dirty fur but the tail of one big fucking tiger. There was a tipping point but not one that if you have never experienced this sort of thing and have no background in it you would have necessarily seen. All the pieces were laid out in a straight line but they were so caught up in the dots next to it they missed the trees until their faces found them. That is the underlying thing I think many people will miss yet everyone will feel on some level. The feeling that this could happen to you or something like it in a way. Maybe you have never been hunted but you have been out of your depth at some point. While the horror aspect and the creep factor are grand it is the relate-ability, the tragedy of it all, that really makes this movie special. I just wanted to jump in their at points and hand some some salt or a few other things and go "Here, take this, it is really easy and it will work for a while until real help arrives. Oh and stop reading that stupid book I can tell from the cover it is crap."

Now as for the creepiness they managed to really work that to a fever point. Everything builds slow. It is all a laugh, ha ha it moved the door. Hehe, it pushed some keys. But then it becomes like that slow laugh that happens when you realize the joke you just played on your friend isn't so funny. He isn't getting up after you tripped him. In fact, he isn't even breathing. It all becomes deadly serious in the blink of an eye and you are right there in it. I must say though I think someone has been watching Asian horror films. Not because Americans can't create them on their own but because of a few shots (I won't ruin) that just remind me of how certain things are filmed over there. Just the way some of the people move. I'm not saying they ripped anything off, far from it, but I have always liked that one thing and they used it and it is fucking creepy.

Anyhow I could continue on but other people have said it all and many of them better then I. Really I think this movie is well worth the trip and really well worth it this weekend. I'm not much of a packed movie theater sort of girl but this movie literally begs for it. Oh and for those with a background in the paranormal I must say I spent far too much laughing and being amused at the haunting things. Not in a bad way, but in a this is familiar and amusing to see in a move way. Hard to explain but anyhow it is late and I am for sleep.

The uvula in my throat (the dangly bit) is hugely swollen. So much so, that it feels like I'm constantly gagging.

Ugh on a stick. Usually this means I'm two second awya from getting really sick. So far I feel okay but I'm not expecting my condition to stay that way throughout the day. Which is prefect since Andersen wanted me to do window demos tonight. I'm not entirely sure I'm going to make it. As is I'm just trying to manage to swallow and breathe past this obstruction in my throat. Blegh.

We have the ick running through our office. So far I've managed to feel crappy but not have it take me down. Been spending the past few days going between the office and my bed to sleep. Whoo hoo what an exciting life I lead.

*yawns*

I have gotten less then ten hours of sleep in the past four days. I am going to try now. It would be nice if it works

I'm wide awake and it is 1:30 in the morning.

In 5 hours I need to be awake (after sleeping mind you) and get ready then actually go to work.

Last night I think I got maybe 3 hours of sleep. Today I worked for 14 hours.

I'm out of things to keep me occupied and I'm too strung out from no sleep and the inability to sleep to work on my writing, though I have put much thought into the characters.

I can't stop thinking but I'm too tired to navigate so I'm running in circles.

With all this awake time you'd think I'd be more productive but I'm so very not productive.

I'd really like to sleep at some point. It would make me happy.

*sighs* I hate this so much. I snapped at a co-worker the other day when he told me I didn't have insomnia. I wanted to skin him and play with his insides because I can't sleep and it isn't because I don't want to sleep. I can't stand the idea of someone saying I'm making it all up or that it is all in my head. It makes me terribly angry when people say that and I'm afraid my fuse is rather short. Besides, anger and I are old drinking buddies.

I don't like any of the writing I've done recently and I'm deleting everything for rewrites.

I suppose I should go stare at the ceiling some more and try and dream those horrible thoughts again.

IASF

Seo is home now. Very tired and happy to go to bed. My other job asked me if I could cover a shift on Sunday. Hell no. The festival was small. It is far away. I will make no money. Oh and did I mention it was fucking cold.

Ugh sleep soon. I left a little early and I promised I would email when I got home if I could cover sunday. Nooooooooo.

Oh I think I'm getting sick I've had a fever off and on all day. WTF? Also the laundry detergent is driving me batshit insane. Need to go buy myself something else and horde it away. *sighs* I had been so happy when I thought that particular allergy had gone away. Sucks to be me. We had the amazing every chain down today at work. All at once like 5 chains went down due to some larger carrier issue. It got very busy and was sort of hilarious.



So sleep now I think.

Bored at work. Seo needs text messages of love. Pllllllllease feed the Seo!

Alright, I'm a horrible person and I have been late in getting the ending of my recent trip to the courts typed out.

Actually, it ended on a fairly boring note. The judge called me up, I explained that I had been sick but that I tried to get a hold of someone at the courts as soon as I had realized the problem. She asked why it had waited until Monday for me to get in contact with anyone. I explained that I did try the week before, even leaving a message at the front desk, but there was literally no one around to talk to about the situation. We commiserated over her lack of funding for the courts causing her to be understaffed and she politely told me I had barely scrapped by this time with just a warning. No money was needed. I kept my bail from last time and she told me that if something happens next time to just send somebody to the courthouse at least and if I don't she would obviously be perturbed. I have no idea why I got off so lightly, maybe she took pity on my very pitable self. She was literally fining everyone who came into her court that day even ones the cops were just gonna let go. I was like the second to last person in the court and had been there for several hours. I am awaiting a new note telling me when to show this next time. Then I'm going to beg all you fine folks to once again remind my stupid forgetful butt to actually show.

Speaking of which I wanted to send out my heartfelt thanks to all those who reminded me and all those who even thought of it but forgot. It meant alot to me and I was thoroughly reminded by so many of you. Lest that sound like a complaint I'm being deadly serious I was happy to be reminded about something I was quite terrified of and fairly embarrassed about. I mean if I go to jail it had better be for something I little more interesting then "Oh I was sick and forgot to show at court that evening".

So thank you all and I will try to be a bit better with updates. I've been sort of distracted lately. Tomorrow I work 16 hours, yippee... so I probably won't post for another while.

Hearts to you all ^_^

Seo

Oh good the judge is in a frisky mood. She is fining everyone. Just great

Huh there is an actual trial tonight. How oddly cool. The lawyer is trying really hard but his client has handicapped him. I suspect he is gonna lose.

Oooo the lawyer is fighting like a tiger. The entire court is completely silent.

This is hella cool. Let's watch kiddies.

Ooo the trooper is getting pissed! All the police in the room are smiling and trying not to laugh.
The only crappy part of this is I am never going to get out of here.

Haha he still lost.

Seo is at court. Wish me luck.

If you love me, do not let me forget my court day tomorrow at 6pm!

Just home from work. Ran a quick errand after work to pick up a treat for Kt and a few things for me. Managed to type another 466 words while at work. Not alot but was actually somewhat busy today even if the call number was low. A bit of boring training at work with a dude I swear should have been a surfer in this life. Had had oddly long forearms too with a heavy coating of blond hair. If he had been anything but a natural blond he would have looked like a surfer monkey. Cute I suppose in a surfer-monkey way. I'm off to do house things.

Yes, I put down the other two I've been working on. I'm seriouisly blocked and I'm going to kill my speech-to-type program. Actually it just needs more time since it is new. Once it works it will be great. In the mean time I started Psyche's Lament which is new but way already laid out in my head. Yeah, I will eventually finish a writing project. Well maybe.....