So, I lost my phone. Way to be that way, Sarah. I strongly suspect that it fell out during the process of my riding on someone's lap while we tried to fit 10 people in a 5-seater vehicle, Friday night. I wasn't too worried about it on Saturday because I thought that it would turn up, but I guess phone's are not like carrier pigeons. No matter how many times I may 'coo' for it. :|
I guess this is for the better. I needed an upgrade and to cancel my plan, anyhow. My bill is at $240.00 and I can't pay that crap when I only have $3.00 in my account until the 29th. YEAH! I'm back to being dirt poor. I'll report back about why soon, because the entire situation makes me chuckle and want to hang myself from my PS2 cord.

Anywhoo. I have to get ready for work soon and I'm going to keep this short. The Oxfords finally moved out -- but they left a mess behind. Such is their legacy. I hope that whomever I move in next will be civil and an all around actual human being. Because they were obviously low-grade cyborgs or something, GEEZ!

I'm also selling a sofa. ANYONE WANT IT? So far I've had no takers. It's too long and although it's mad comfy, there's not many places you can move it. I'm asking for way cheap because I actually bought that behemoth for $1.00. No wonder, eh.

Um. UMM! That's about it. I have to blow-dry my hair or else I'll get sniffles when I step outside.

To quote the eminent KGB Officer/Sadist, Revolver Ocelot: "I'm alive, again!"

It'd work better if I was running around in a circle, trying to reload my six-shooter. Had to have been there. The C-4 display was orgasmic.

So, I must apologize, because my time has been occupied by one thing and ONE. THING. ONLY.

World of motherfuckin' Warcraft. Yeah, that's my guy. He makes me happy when I crit 9000 using only a blacksmith hammer :]

But, alas, my time spent in the world of Azeroth and Outland has slowed considerably. I have acquired this thing called a "full-time job" and I'm increasingly social and it bugs me because I'm not social with the people I want to hang out with. Namely, my guy Tinoff, BUT THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE, TOO!

It has been a major pain that I shirk my responsibilities and put people on the back burner, though. I've never been good at dealing with stress, but in the end it just leaves me bitterly alone in the middle of the night and that's when the monkeys of enfeeblement like to jump on my back and make me feel bad. I knew I never liked monkeys from the first time one stole my medi-pack when I played Tomb Raider III.
So, to alleviate my HUGE ABSENCE (do any of you remember me at all??), I'm going to suck it up and put myself back in your lives. TOO BAD! No complaining. I'm going to be so far up your asses that you'll have to coax me out with a tuna sandwich.

I think it's funny that the only time I come back to LJ is to read Oh No They Didn't! to see the reactions to Britney Spears' performance. DID ANYBODY ELSE WATCH??!! I hate witnessing an embarrassing moment because it's so painful to watch. Especially because you can tell she didn't want to be there and is trying so hard. AYE ME!

Oh, and because I miss all of you. I have been commenting! Maybe not. But I have been reading! I just haven't had it in me to blog much but I'll do a whole windfall here soon. Too many funny things have happened. Like how Bryan got into a headlock by a wandering retard that all of us have seen at one point in time.

It was my roommate Ox's birthday so in celebration of him turning 23, we decided to go Grecian on everyone's collective faces.

( TOOOOGGAAA!!!! )

This is how I'm feeling today.

Bryan got into an accident and totaled his truck. Like, the engine went all the way to the steering wheel. I no, rite? PHREAK OUT!

He decided to give me this SPLENDID news as he was out of town, and at 3 a.m Sunday morning. OH! But not BEFORE he decided to say "Sarah, I just got into an accident--" and then have his PHONE die on me. WHO THE FUCK CAN WRITE THIS KINDA DRAMA?

At that point, I tried remaining calm.

It actually was just me laying there in my bed, trying to sleep. Then getting up and pacing. Then going back to bed. Then turning on the light and trying to read. Then going back to bed. Then keeping the light on and then trying to go back to bed. All in a span of, what, 20 minutes? Yeah. I work fast.

He's okay, though. He had to be back at work by Monday morning, no iffs ands or buts, so he caught a $500.00 plane ticket and got back to D.C around 10pm Sunday night.

I waited for him at Reagan National. It was actually comedic because I got there when the flight said it was already in, so I thought I missed him. I then proceeded to walk outside and look for him along the HUGE walkway where there's a lot of people gathered, waiting for their rides. Couldn't find him! ARGHHH! AND HIS PHONE DIED AGAIN! No chance of calling him. So I decided to wait outside where it said his flight would be let out while I came up with another course of action, and then he came along.

The poor guy has a mild concussion that he HAS YET to get treated. I know that he has a deathly fear of hospitals and all, but I really wish he had at least gone in for a CATscan. He's had trouble remembering things, or he'll start talking about something else mid-sentence. It's really worrisome. Unfortunately, because he didn't get it checked out immediately, there's no way to really tell now if there's anything wrong.
For my peace of mind, I haven't researched anything to do with concussions or their long-term effects, because I can't imagine Bryan being disabled later in life just because he's a DUMBASS and doesn't get treatment when it's offered to him. Huff! :|

How about some good news?!?

Okay, well. Ray and I are going to see a video game concert. The Kennedy Center is hosting a performance by the National Symphony Orchestra called Video Game Live!. Go on. Be jealous. I'll probably get teary eyed if I hear Metal Gear music, though. Always gets me farklempt! SNAAAAAKKKE!!

Another thing is that I've been churning out reviews for Truculent Reviews like no fucking tomorrow! I've noticed, however, that only "noobs" actually take my advice to heart. Everyone else ignores whatever suggestions I have to, er, suggest. In a perfect world, I would run a WPR where it's a bonafide rule to comment back on your review and to implement said tips. Because I'm not spending 3-4 hours on someone's website because I WANT to. Shit. I just wasted my entire day on desperate-housewives.net that I can't GET back. But I do it because the people need my help!

Three things worth mentioning!

1. I got a bug bite on my arm. It huhwts :( :(


2. I've also been getting rid of the red in my hair, slowly but surely.


3. I'm going to see MUSE! AHHH PHREAK OUT! Bryan won me tickets so now I feel obliged to take him although I wanted to take Ray because RAY UNDERSTANDS HOW AWESOME THEY ARE!!!! but yeah. I'll convert Bryan in due time. He thinks he can take me to some hick country music concert now. HAHAHA OH GOD. I'll let him have that thought.

I was cruising through some websites and found something that makes me weep a little. This (notably) blonde girl had this to say about herself. See if you can figure out what's wrong with this scenario:
Race: white

:|

Aye me. Is Caucasian really that hard to work out?

I've been steadily working my way through Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Mein gott. I'm so surprised at myself for not reading this sooner. I've been so preoccupied with Roland's quest to reach the Dark Tower that I've even been talking about it in my sleep, apparently. I've had a habit of taking naps on the downstairs futon, where the hub of everyone mills around, so they've all made observations. BUT I DON'T CARE! What does the Dark Tower meeeeaaannn!!?? It's one of the few books that I would dearly love to be made into a movie, but it's much too long. Even by Lord of the Rings standards.

Been working at Truculent Reviews here and there more often. I think I've been getting better at the whole reviewing aspect, as opposed to me just giving it a cursory once-over and then critiquing on some bullshit. I'm proud of myself for my discretion and wanton need to help people to figure out what to do different. In Sarah we trust, amirite?
I could see where people would get overwhelmed with review submissions, especially in my hectic daily life, but it hasn't been a problem. I can do about 2-3 a week and be satisfied with the effort that I put forth. I just really wish that people would comment on what I've had to say, or at least even implement what I'm trying to help them with. So far Jack of Monkeyboy has, but his review doesn't count because everything he touches turns to gold.
Unfortunately, I think the vast majority of people really are just fishing for compliments, although I haven't had anyone say anything negative thus far. OH, I'M WAITING! I tore a hole into Somewhatsane.org. That chick was offering poorly made websites for a fee. HIGHWAY ROBBERY!

I don't get where people are delusional enough to think that web-design = LUCRATIVE CAREER CHOICE!! What a difficult market to get into, much less as a freelance designer. Much less these kids that aren't even validating anything correctly but are still stroking away at the idea of being taken seriously. Stick to babysitting :|

What else what else... Oh! Vixx's birthday is the same as my brother Mikey's birthday. This is only note-worthy because I knew it was Vixx's birthday before I knew it was my own BROTHERS DAY OF BIRTH. But, eh, whatever. He kicked me out of his house in favor of his fiancee at the time. NO, I'M NOT STILL DRUDGING THAT UP! Although nobody in my family ever speaks of it. Ever. It's our invisible carrot.

I do declare.



That is about the goofiest face I've made.

Here's a wee run-down of what's going on in my life, because I have 20 minutes until I must be leaving for work.

1. Had a BBQ this past weekend. I certainly did not know of it happening until I was on my way to work. I concluded that something was up because the Oxfords were carrying large amounts of alcohol and paper cups into the house. I came home at 8pm that night to find a bunch of drunk people, playing Guitar Hero. We then played ghetto Pictionary and Bullshit, but not before I found out that someone dumped tequila all over my kitchen floor. THX GUYZ!
Oh, but I'm proud that Bryan learned how to mix drinks. I've been telling him that we should learn some kickass recipes. After I had introduced him to a Flaming Dr. Pepper, he was a bzzy little bee to learn how to replicate the trick.

2. My problematic roommates are leaving soon (August!). I cannot wait. I've never co-habitated with such selfish people before in my life. Their dog pisses all over the floor and they never clean up after themselves.

3. Tomb Raider: Anniversary comes out today. SO EXCITED! I think I pee'd a little just now. From excitement.

4. Bought all of the Silent Hill graphic novels, tore them apart, scanned them, and they are now showcased on my site. I feel like a mighty hunter, keeping the bones of a kill that took me 4 days to bring down. Scheisse!

5. I'm missing my broom. I mean, seriously, guys. I need that to sweep. Where the fuck did it wander off to?

6. Daniel and Tori got hitched. I know that you don't know them but HAY CONGRATS! Bryan told me that Daniel was laughing during the wedding, since that's how he copes with tense situations, and poor Tori was just about to cry because of that. AHAHA!

7. My other set of roommates came back from a vacation in Georgia with a cat. I am not pleased, because I already own two and they are my babies. They found the cat outside, and it still hasn't been taken to the vet. I worry.

8. I have a tendency to drunk call/IM jmack109. I DON'T KNOW WHY! But I'd just like to say that I think I'm mad funny when inebriated, so I'm sure he's enjoying the yukks. Right?

9. That's it :|

My internet geekery has COMMENCED! If it wasn't already there already.

I was browsing through the Glitter Web Directory and, on a whim, decided to get my site critiqued. I'm on Yoursite.nu, but that can't be called a review site. I don't even know what it is and I clearly can't come up with a witty comment to better save the community, but it's just not a review site.
So I find this WPR called Truculent Reviews and it was like someone put out a SARAH SIGNAL. This looks much like a Bat signal but instead has the silhouette of a Cactuar.



BUT TO THE POINT!

Interested?
May 23rd, 2007

While review submissions aren’t overflowing, it would be nice to have someone help me out with the reviews. If you’re interested, please shoot me an e-mail or comment on this post.

SHA-ZAM! I was all over that and got the job. I think it was my devilish charm and not her hurting for help that earned me the title. SO EXCITED! But, know this very-few-friends-that-build-websites-who-I-know-on-LJ: I'm not going to review you if I know you. I just think that'd be a bit awkward. It's not that I wouldn't be honest in a review, but I'm also incapable of offering much help because often or not, you all are way better than I am. Or are way self-assured and your confidence is totally too alpha for me to handle.

I hope I do okay :\ I've never used Wordpress before, but it doesn't look that difficult. It reminds me of blogger/greymatter. I've just never worked beneath somebody before -- it's normally memememe running the show. This will certainly be a change of pace.