I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'll never be able to talk to people properly. I'll always to mess it up and say and do the wrong thing every time. I try my best. I really do. :(

But anyway, enough vague self pity. I just beat Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations, and now seems like a good time to ramble about it. :D

( Spoilers for the whole game. Surprised? )

Fiction: My antidepressant. No I did not mean to say "fandom" there. Trust me.

I spent the morning in horrendous pain due to cramps, and the afternoon playing Phoenix Wright due to inexplicable depression. I need to reasess my priorities, or I'll never be happy.

On a less angsty note, apparently velociraptors had feathers. I'd forgotten how much I liked paleontology, and I don't think I read up too much on it when I was little. Most of what I know seems to have come from a book I have, a video I used to have, and that Animorphs book where a nuke sends them back to the late Cretaceous Period. And maybe a bit of Walking With Dinosaurs.

Wow. I wasn't expecting that guess I made about the title of the video to be correct. I'm going to go watch that music video it had now.

Never mind. I'm still in a bad mood and am angry at nothing in particular. So I don't feel like responding to anyone else's posts, which lowers the chances that someone will talk to me, which would cheer me up. Aren't viscous cycles fun?

I think I'll go for a walk. Just to get out of the house, not to talk to someone or anything. If I don't want to initiate a conversation online, I really don't want to initiate a conversation in real life.

Sometimes, I really hate being autistic.

This post brought on by nothing in particular, and everything in general.

No. I am not going to get obsessed with a person. No. No. No no no no no no. Would you like it in Swedish, subconcious? Nej. Nej nej nej nej. Japanese? Iie iie iie iie iie. Iie.

Where are the strongarm censors in my mind? Has a ten-year-old psychic acrobat been going around killing them? Obsessing over something real is trouble and I am not doing it.

I don't hate my obsessiveness, but I wish I could control it better.

You know that episode of Clone High where Gandhi keeps stealing JFK's breast jokes, and JFK gets all annoyed about it? And then a bunch of clones start chanting "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!", except for Abe, who says "OH MY GOD, FIGHT!" and jumps up to stop it? And he starts talking about how he can mediate the problem because he has the DNA of Abraham Lincoln, except while he's rambling, JFK has already knocked Gandhi over and kicked him in the groin?

Well, I feel like Abe. Except for the DNA of a dead US president thing. (sighs) I wonder if reciting Lincoln's second inaugural address incorrectly would help?

My brother just told me that I have too much time on my hands because I learned the locations of all the countries in Europe last year.

So, wanting to be informed about geography is a waste of time now? At least I don't think Lebanon is in Asia anymore. Whatever.

And the new Homestar Runner cartoon hasn't come out yet. I feel horrible, and I was hoping it would cheer me up. Ah well. Here's a picture of Li'l Strong Bad to make me feel better:

Aww... look at the little psycho...

And... maybe a picture of Father as a kid too:

Aww... look at the little not-yet-taking-after-his-father... Grandfather is the original psycho!

Doctor Who is just so silly. Who can forget the convenient "Make part of the ship drop off" button from The Christmas Invasion? And the preview for the next episode... The one after Age of Steel.

Woman on TV: Are we sitting comfortably? Good. Let's begin.

(Energy tentacles come out of the screen and EAT SOME GUY'S FACE!)

So weird.


I just wish I had more than one active member of this site friended. And a better icon.

Okay, that all looks really fangirlish. And bunched up like that, yuck.

What was I thinking, naming my journal what I did? Well, I've changed it now. Now, maybe my journal will cease to embarrass me so much.

And... And... Yeah.