winterophelia

On Thursday the 24th, Sebastian died after three years of loyal service. It wasn't exactly sudden, he had been sick for over a year, but at some point Thursday afternoon his little hard drive just stopped spinning altogether. Despite multiple attempts at reviving him, his illness was too great. Ilu Sebastian <3.
With my recent paycheck I have purchased Hamlet, one of these newfangled, superthin, 80gig monsters. He's okay, I guess. V. shiny.

Saw IMAX Batman (overwhelming and awesome) and Elizabeth (<3!) and I fangirled out about various insignificant things throughout.
Dinged 69...finally.
Am rereading Watchmen because I forgot about half of what happened. Halloween=Rorschach.
Played D&D VERY briefly last weekend. It involved a pony, a kick-ass blond girl, and booze.
Watched The Bunker. It was strange, British, and Jack Davenport-y.
Talked with nice boy who looks like Neil Patrick Harris working at Starbucks who played with Harry and the Potters at a gig.
V. tired.
Gross weather is gross.
Something SUPER WEIRD just happened when lightning struck involving the light above me and the balloon tied to my chair 0.o Halp.

There's this shelf of free stuff in the science and engineering library. I found a brand new pocket watch and chain. It's quite patriotic.
I have research paper on the kraken due Friday and need to have two costumes+props for the weekend. I still need a big box hella bad. Lowes fails in every way.
Have strange yearning to actually watch shark attack 3 (with Elizabeth). Cannot wait for new who. Am devastated that there's no new bsg. Working, learning, exercising, and subsisting off of hope & fandom currently. Feel better all the time, actually. Now if only I could find a place for all the crap in my room.

The weird sick feeling in my stomach that spread up into my throat like maybe I needed to cry until I vomited has now subsided and been replaced with the inability to make my brain stop asking questions and coming up with multiple unrelated answers for each which only spawn more questions. I need a can of gasoline and my missing lighter.

The week was good, except that part where I was up until 5am and screwed up my entire sleep pattern. It got really super shitty out, lots of rain and some tornado watches, but weather promises to be nice tomorrow. I really suck at poker now. Friday, Veronica, Nate, Mike, and I tried to download Halo on computers, went to the talent show (which was actually v. entertaining), lost Mike, saw Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for free (also v. entertaining), lost Veronica, and watched The Good Shepherd until we fell asleep. Saturday was spent playing wow and talking about people. That night involved w3l scrabble, people pile, talking, cutting things out of magazines, and watching video games. Today, comic book work, rping, bumming food, tv, and apathy. Now, I really need to figure out what's wrong with me.

I think something might be wrong with Sarah's phone as I always get a default message when I call. It sucks because I really want to talk to her so I can sort shit out in my head. Maybe I need a journal or something so I can try and do it myself. Alternatively, I could start looking for my lighter.