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I keep having to set the alarm and get up on time. What is with that shit? It's only been like four days of it, but suddenly 'sleep' is topping my list of desired leisure activities. Oh, and also, it's possible that there was school this week even though I didn't register yet. I guess I needed a longer jetlag recovery period in order to squeeze this beginning of school shit in. I forgot how exhausting it was. I didn't forget how much I hate going to school, though. Especially if I have to do it in the morning. But basically any time.

And ALSO I was so sure that I had pre-ordered, back in July, these two Emilie Autumn CDs that were being released in August. But it seemed like I should have them by now so I went looking and I can't find confirmation emails, screencaps, or any other kind of record of the order's existence, and neither of the websites I was thinking of ordering it from have any record. Possibly they just like, sent it a week ago and I don't have it yet, but on the other hand possibly something went wrong or I completely forgot after all. So now I've had to ask Dad to check my bank balance to see because I cannot make the bank's internet login thingy work, like, ever. And meanwhile I am cdless. And I also don't have the pink tshirt that was supposed to come with it and it's possible that I'm even more bummed about that.

Anxiety + lack of sleep + being a total misanthrope, anyway = hating everybody even more than usual. My innate sympathy makes me cringe from the idea of actually squishing people with viciously cutting smackdowns as I long to do because I also don't actually want to hurt anybody's feelings, ever, so I just fume in impotent rage. Actually it feels sort of like PMS, just at the totally wrong time. Sympathy and sadism are poor travelling companions.

a long-awaited opportunity to rec!

An Emergency of the Heart, by bexless, a magical realism Frank/Gerard romp of hilarity and romance.  This is her band princess story, originally known as 'cindergee', which I could not love more if it had been inscribed especially for me on sheets of expensive milk chocolate. It is perfect in every respect, fluffy and magical and full of wonder and SO MUCH LOL from the very first paragraph. If only I could write things this funny!

WE DON'T HAVE GIRAFFES, OKAY.

cimorene          to my dad      show details      10:41 am (7 hours ago) 

Last night I dreamed you and mom were driving me, [my little sister], and [your exchange student] Lena through the countryside near your house, and it was really hot and grassy and summery and there were two giant crocodiles in the river. I was like, "Daddy, ALLIGATORS!?"

and you were like,  "Actually those are crocodiles from mexico." 
 
But then we kept going and saw lions and giraffes, and I was like, "What are these doing here? LIONS AND GIRAFFES DON'T LIVE HERE."
 
You said, "Well..." and trailed off uncomfortably and you were like, "evidently..." 
 
But I was all mad. I was like, "WE DON'T HAVE GIRAFFES IN ALABAMA!" then the car like, swerved off the road and climbed up an embankment which was good, because I was starting to worry about getting eaten.

my dad          to me      show details      3:06 pm (2½ hours ago) 

that is a very funny dream.  It could easily be turned into a story.  I suppose you already turned it into a blog entry.  And anyway, maybe  they escaped from the Birmingham zoo.  Now how the crocodiles got here  I can't figure out.

cimorene          to my dad      show details      3:10 pm (2½ hours ago) 

there were really a bunch of them, though. i don't think they escaped from the zoo.

my dad          to me      show details      3:14 pm (2½ hours ago) 

maybe they escaped from the secret toys R us breeding farm.

cimorene          to my dad      show details      3:15 pm (2½ hours ago)

what about the lions?

my dad          to me      show details      4:31 pm (1 hour ago) 

maybe somebody has been genetically engineering them from cats in an  abandoned catfish farm.  If that's not it, then I have no explanation.