bip_bebop: (O RLY? YA RLY. lolhi)
Livejournal. I am trying to upload a new userpic. I've done this many times before. It is exactly 100x100 pixels and far below the max file size limit. Why are you forcing me to crop it and then telling me you can't resize it down?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND. DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO REMEDY THIS?!

This was me trying to make a tiny update but I got so frustrated with this that I can't do it now :|
bip_bebop: (damsel?)
Title is only relevant in that it's part of the song I felt like hearing when I started typing.

Life update. Because I'm terrible at keeping up with journaling and all of you should know that by now. But do know that I miss all of youse, uhkay? ;^;

So, again. Things that have happened:

1) My cat Leonidas's urinary tract got blocked. We ran him to the only vet that was open at the time (Mother's Day which was on a Sunday), one that was inside a PetSmart. We didn't know what was wrong with him, we thought he might've been hit by a car or something because he was just laying around and not moving. But the vet immediately felt his stomach and said he needed to get treatment right away or else he'd only have about two days before the toxins from the blockage killed him. "If he can't be treated today, we might as well save him an excruciating death and put him down right now," in the nurse's words. Not having the required minimum $800 for the entire treatment, I broke down and desperately called my wealthy father at 5:30 on Mother's Day to beg for my cat's life. Surprise, surprise, folks--my dad's an asshole who only spends money on gifts to "pacify" me. I've survived some mistreatment from him in the past, but this simply takes the fucking cake. He told me no. He wouldn't give a credit card over the phone. He said if they could bill him, it'd be different. Implication? That he thought my sobs and pleas were merely a ploy to get his credit card number so I could spend his money. You know, it would be a totally different thing if I wasn't so sure he could easily afford it. But he can. And he wouldn't spare what is a drop in the bucket for him that I would have repaid in order to save Leonidas. I was so distraught that I couldn't even speak. My mom called my boss Joe and explained the situation, and my boss paid for it. My boss did what my dad wouldn't. What does that say? People can say what they will about Joe, but he can be surprisingly awesome sometimes. Regardless, I'm just incredibly happy that Leonidas is still with us. He isn't eating as much as he should and he lost 3.5 pounds, but he's more or less back to his old self. I love that darn cat. As a result, I am working nonstop to pay my boss back at $40 a week, meaning 19 weeks of payments. I now have a tight budget.

2) The second terrible thing to have happened. My house was broken in to while I was having a fun sleepover time at Jonathan's house with my friends. The house was left unmanned for only about two hours, but it was enough time for the vandals to--get this--pull out my back window without breaking it to get in, THEN break it for no apparent reason and throw the shards all over the backyard. What the hell, first of all. But the worst is yet to come, gentlemen. My mom informed me over the phone that my Playstation 3 was gone. MY PLAYSTATION THREE WAS GONE. The one I could only own thanks to my super-jerk dad throwing gifts at me. And not only that, but my Playstation Portable. The PSP my mom had to save up to buy me a few years ago that had all of my saved games on its memory card, including the save file of ONLY GAME I'VE EVER FINISHED. That's right, the ONLY. ONE. I now have no proof that I completed Castlevania: Rondo of Blood and my confidence as even a casual gamer is back to zero. I was very close to finishing Crush as well. I have to start all over. NOT TO MENTION my PS3 had save files technically belonging to Jonathan and Lacey, who were playing Metal Gear Solid 4. Jonathan had finished it and Lacey was almost halfway through. So even their progress is gone. Since I'm the only one who had a PS3, they can't go play it anywhere else. Those assholes didn't steal just from me, they stole from my friends, and that's what really kills me. They also took my mom's laptop that Emma fixed up (the only reason they didn't steal mine is because I just happened to take it with me to the sleepover.) It's a Linux OS, so if they try to sell it, it'll be pretty damn obvious to the buyer, and I doubt they're smart enough to wipe it or the PS3 for that matter. Finger- and footprints were everywhere and didn't take any wallets or anything (and if they did, it was my empty wallet that only had two valueless cards in it.) They took an entire, 1.5-foot jar of coins (how they carried it away, I'll never know), my PSP, my PS3, and the laptop, and that's it. They emptied out a bag of mine to use and left the non-currency residents of the coin jar on the stairs. How fucking considerate, huh? All of my games and Rockband equipment are still here, except Gunpey which was in my PSP. They also WENT INTO MY ROOM--which is one of my biggest fears, FYI--and pulled out my PSP case as if they wanted more, only to throw it back on the floor and leave the light on. Needless to say, there's been no word from the police on finding anything, even though they claimed to have a lead and a search warrant.

3) I've finally started watching Sayonara Zetsubou-sensei and Soul Eater. SZS is just about as awesome and random as I always figured it'd be, and Soul Eater is maybe a bit typical plot-wise, but the wacky/awesome characters make up for it (Death the Kid, Dr. Stein and Chrona are pretty much amazing.)

4) Jonathan being the super-fly dude that he is bought me a replacement PSP. I know, right? What the hell.

5) Thanks to new-PSP, I have started playing Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops on easy mode because I generally suck, and I'm slowly getting through it. I had to redo the same two stages twice thanks to the game not saving for whatever reason, but now I am like a ninja at the Hospital area. I have a dude named Wild Dog in my team who's only a teeny bit less badass than Snake himself, haha. He has maaaddd skills and I am very proud of myself having recruited him.

6) I have three jobs that would equal over 40 hours of work a week if I work all the days I'm supposed to work: Italian Ice vendor, bag salesperson, and my job with Joe at the Market. Thanks to all that all-day-long-in-the-heat working, I have been supremely fatigued for a few weeks. However, I enjoy the Italian Ice job to an unexpected degree, probably because I can bring stuff to do while it's slow. I end up blaring and dancing to the soundtrack of A Knight's Tale all day and forget that I'm supposed to eat, haha. I also got all white-knight the other day when a man recently released from 24 months of prison on false charges got a sample of the Italian Ice; he said he had no cash, but I said they were free anyway so he might as well. He only mentioned the prison thing when I asked how he was doing, saying things were getting better since he got a job, despite staying at a shelter. He didn't have his first paycheck yet so that's why he had no cash, and he offhandedly mentioned something about not being able to buy meals for a while. He didn't beg or anything, in fact said that he hated begging, and I think that's why I was inclined to run after him when he left to offer him some food. I gave him a can of Vienna sausages and a banana, and he smiled really big at the sausages, saying he "used to buy them all the time on base." I could tell he was a good man. My buddies said that maybe the guy was like the witch in Beauty & the Beast, except since I gave him something, he didn't turn me into a hideous monster, lol. They also said he might be like Jean Valjean from Les Miserables, and some day come back to the cart a millionaire and remember me. He did ask my name, hmm...

7) The other night, I was asleep in a chair downstairs when, at about 1:00 AM, a loud banging on the door scared me shitless out of REM sleep. First thought: "SOMEONE'S TRYING TO BREAK IN AGAIN WHY." Second: "THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE AND SOMEONE'S TRYING TO WARN US." Then I heard the phrase "I'm lost!" and I actually looked out my window and asked who it was--it was a little old woman who looked desperate. I opened the door a crack, readying myself for an onslaught of potential creepiness (I'm always scared that bad people will use a helpless person as a decoy to get into my house.) And no, it really was just an old lady. She said she went for a walk (at midnight?) and got lost. I asked where she lived and very tiredly went on the PC to Google Maps to find directions. I wrote them down on an index card, handed it to her and expected it to be over. Nope. She said "Oh, honey, I gave you my home address, I'm sorry. I'm here visiting my son." Oh boy. She suddenly thought she was in Virginia, despite having told me her address which was a 5 minute walk away. She wanted to come inside, she refused to believe when I said she was in South Carolina. Not knowing what else to do after looking in the phone book at her insistence for her son's number, I called 911. I found her address thanks to her telling me her son's last name and I told the operator that I thought she had Alzheimer's or something. I gave her some ice water and told her to sit on the porch with me waiting inside behind a locked door, just in case. When the policeman arrived to take her home, he asked if she needed EMS, to which she replied "No, honey, I'm not hurt, I'm just crazy." Obviously, she shouldn't be living alone. I hope that poor, weird old lady is okay now :[

Sorry for the long entry. The latter list is in chronological order. I think. So, yeah. Life...hasn't been entirely fair to me lately. I mean, being that I essentially rescued a little old confused lady and also gave my food to an innocent homeless man, karma sure is treating me like its bitch. >:C
bip_bebop: (O RLY? YA RLY. lolhi)
AHAHAHA I JUST SAW THE BEST INFOMERCIAL EVER. The Power Juicer. Dude. It can make juice out of anything. And the guy who invented it ended the commercial by singing along with some muscley dude in black and white: "IT'S TIIIME TO SAY GOODBYYYE~" Ooohh man, that probably wouldn't have been so damn funny had it not been four-thirty in the morning, lawl~

AW MAN YOU GUYS I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN TERRIBLE AT REPLYING/COMMENTING LATELY D: I've been working a lot and working makes me tiiiirreeddd, and being tiiiirreeddd makes me fall asleep waaay too early. During the usual hours that I'm commenting and such, I've been doing irl things (WHOA OMG I KNOW WUT.) Not to mention, my internet was out for a good two and a half days, so -A-' I have 122 115 emails backed up, most of them LJ comments. I hope to answer these in one fell swoop AS SOON AS PEOPLE STOP COMING UP WITH THINGS TO DO IRL DAMNIT and work isn't KILLING MY SOUL. Oh, and I'm converting my previously-uninterested friend Teia into an anime fan. It's extremely fun to have someone who's new to EVERYTHING after so many years of being surrounded by anime fans~♥ She's read all of DN, but doesn't care too much for Mello or Matt and ADORES Near :C Eh, I guess at least that means more Mello and Matt for me, right? And she did say she was really sad over Mello's death, so that's a start--!

And, guys, I RLY want those two SAW doujinshi that're up from akino_furusato. If I get them, I promise I'll scan them eventually and share them with everyone. YOU KNOW I'M GOOD FOR IT, GUYS. And c'moooonnn, face it, most of you wouldn't even know who SAW is without my HMRS scan ;3 Ahaha, well, didn't that sound just totally pretentious? I dunno, did it? I don't think I'm using that word correctly.

bip_bebop: (neee :>?)

And so this isn't totally meme-y...this shall be my girl!Matt vest ♥

Yeah, I know, it's technically little!Matt's, but doesn't it work perfectly for a female Matt too?? I've asked a few of you about it already, so sorry for spam, but I have reached the final decision about it, and yes, this shall be it.

Also, have a video of me with my newer, pre-scar Mello-wig. (I made this to show Zeda originally, lawl, haaay Zeda~) I has Epic Love for mah wig ♥

Hope my awkward 3 AM singing and spazzing doesn't bust your eardrums or break your brain 8D

/totally useless entry


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