There are a couple of GTs and at least one ID on my f-list. Where are my ATs at?

EDIT THE MILLIONTH: oh, for fuck's sake, this button thingum hates me. I IS ANALYTICAL THINKER.

This test seems very generalized, to me. And yet I got a fairly accurate result, all the same. *shrug*

Uggh, you guys... it's the fourteenth day and it's getting worse again. I'm getting insane hormonal cravings, as if I were pregnant. I NEVER WANTED ANY PART OF THIS. I could seriously kill my hormones right now.

I went for a very lame walk around Point Isabel and didn't even make it all the way around most of the track. Two weeks ago I could do an hour on the Seaview Trail, which is god-knows-how-long and almost all uphill. I didn't reach the end, but still. Can I be more of a wuss? Please? That'd be awesome. //sarcasm

Dinner was interesting: my brother and I went to Picante together, while my parents stayed at home. I'm not entirely sure why they did that, but we had fun laughing at the family of six next to us. The smallest child kept trying to build something with her chips and every time they fell her dad would go "STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD, LILY!" in a booming voice, which startled me at least three times.

Also, on a random Harry Potter geek tangent, there was a dog at Point Isabel named Lady Rowena. I managed to resist the urge to ask "Rowena Ravenclaw?" but only barely.

I think I've gone from OMG EVERYTHING IS SRS BZNS CRY MOAR to HAHAHAHAA I'M SO HIGH EXCEPT NOT RLY LOLZ. Which is far more fun, but almost less conducive to dealing with actual shit, so that's getting put off for another day. Can you tell I had fun tagging this post?

EDIT THE MILLIONTH AND ONE: y helo thar, huge fucking arachnid right next to my face.

SDLFKJLSGDFLHGFDKJHJSD I AM SO SICK OF HAVING TO AVOID MY F-LIST TO PREVENT GETTING SPOILED.

STOP IT WITH THE SPOILERY ICONS AND THE PUTTING REACTIONS OUTSIDE OF LJ-CUTS, F-LIST. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE AN LJ-CUT, LEARN.

I JUST SPENT A LOT OF TIME WAITING FOR THE FINALE AND GETTING ALMOST SPOILED AND I AM NOTNOTNOT HAPPY. AT ALL. NO, THAT IS NOT A SPOILER, I'M UNHAPPY WITH THE SPOILERS.

I AM SO FUCKING TEMPTED TO CUT EVERYONE WITH THE BAD SPOILERS AND FILTER THE ONES THAT AREN'T QUITE AS BAD. IF I CUT YOU FROM MY F-LIST, THAT IS WHY.

JUST LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS AND BE COURTEOUS ENOUGH NOT TO RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. *STABS THINGS*


on a side note, i have downloaded the finale and am watching it for the second time tonight. if you want to talk to me about it i am on AIM/Y!M/MSN NVM, forget it, I'm exhausted and pissy and you probably want to talk to me about as much as I want to stay awake.

Just in case... THERE MAY BE SPOILERS FOR 3x16 IN THE COMMENTS. That's how you do it, bitches.

I made a list of upset things earlier but I'm feeling fairly optimistic at the moment. I feel like I whine at my f-list a lot and never really tell you much, but that's just sort of the way I cope with things; I don't usually like bitching about my problems, I just like being around awesome people to cheer me up. And my f-list is fantastic at that. But you can tell me to stop whinging if I'm getting on your nerves, because I annoy myself too.

ANYWHO.

So, some of you may have heard me talk about Tamar; she's the daughter of my parents' close friends and I've basically known her (and her little sister) as long as she was born. We see them so often that they're really practically family: I guess the universe decided that since I have one awesome sibling, I have to have a couple of annoying ones to balance it out.

That's mean, and I don't mean to offend Tamar, but she IS annoying in a little kid sort of way. She has an entirely different personality from me: she's more the "popular" girl, who's already having sex (at thirteen! and younger!), likes makeup and dressing up and stuff and I'm just... well. I can be girly, but I'm really just a dorky tomboy.

It sort of surprised me, then, that Tamar invited me to go to a meeting of a group called LOUD (i've forgotten what that stands for, but it was something about love and diversity) at a center in Berkeley that's been really big on queer activism. I agreed to go and... was surprised to really find it enjoyable. Tamar was one of the younger people there and liked to say things that I found annoying like "Am I the only straight person here?" and "Wait, so how many people here are Latino?" (but everyone else there loves her to death, for some reason I can't quite fathom; she was getting on my nerves even more than usual.)

The main thing that irritated me was when she got to asking people how they defined themselves, I said "pansexual" and she said "eewwww, that means you like inanimate objects!" Which was uncomfortable, because I had to explain how I defined it and... I should really just go by people-sexual. Sigh.

On the other hand, I really liked the other people there. I felt comfortable, and I got to talk about what's been going on with me, so I'm considering going back. They do fun things, and I could really use a support group of sorts.

Also, I found my water bottle (it's only been TWO FUCKING WEEKS)!!! So that's another happy thing.

SUPERNATURAL IN TWO HOURS!!!!! + download time, but still. XP