Yeah, so me and Fyndir bought GH3 for the Wii, and he's been playing the online version a bit to show off his mad medium skillz to those who decide to face him for the challenge and prestige.

So we were playing tonight, me just being all relaxed and shit, and he beats the fucking game faster than I have, even though I had it prior to coming over here (lulz, fucking Metallica and Slayer can suck my balls). So we got TTFAF, finally, for the lulz.

I beat it on Medium, because I'm a fucking coward, and so we decide that if we get a one-on-one battle mode, we'd test out how hardcore people are to play it, and to amuse ourselves, since we're the king/queen of awesomeness.

So we get online, someone gets online to challenge us for one song. They pick to play Expert, we play on Medium. We get this HORRIFICALLY EVIL SCHEMING FACE!!!!! and decide to be really really really mean and set it to TTFAF for our own personal lulz.

I get handed the guitar, we play for what was about 3 seconds before we vanquished the challenger, amongst hilariously loud 4 am (I think it was around then, my sense of time has been radically eroded and I've drank a lot, lul) giggles as we point and laugh at the fact that I won with a 4-note streak.

And uh, we kept laughing. And laughing. And laughing. And we tried playing TTFAF on expert but we sucked horribly (like, got to 1% past:D:D:D:D).

So yeah, and I may have gotten pretty drunk. Sitting on the floor is comfy.

K OKTHANKSBYE.

megalulz

I've had trouble staying asleep for the past few days, except for yesterday, when I went to sleep around 9:45, and woke up around 3 in the afternoon.

It's nearly 6:15 in the morning--I've been reading for hours, listening to Fyndir sleep. I'm so mean by waking him up every so often, but you know, I'm cruel like that. :)

Why am I not tired?

Oh well, I've been craving really REALLY REALLY greasy meat for the last few hours, I don't know why. Maybe because we didn't have dinner last night (a very late lunch comprised of Tesco's chicken and mushroom pies and some M&S ultimate mash, um num num), so my eating schedule is getting out of whack--not like it has been ever since I started working at the coffee shop. Y'know.

I WANT GREASY TURKEY LEGS NICE AND PIPING HOT, WITH THE FLESH READY TO FALL OFF THE BONE. OR SOME CHICKEN SCHNITZEL, WHICHEVER CAN BE OFFERED TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

You peons, treat me with respect. I demand meat, and not from the pelvic area kthxbai.

And happy Valentine's Day. I may have the best plans for it since ever:

staying at home with my beloved and eating like a pig whilst getting drunk. YAY!

And maybe some unfage later. >_> I mean what.

Oh yes, this is also being typed from below the surface of a river, with being parapalegic.

I'M DEAD.

woo. And I got to go to the corner shop ALL BY MYSELF! :O

Yay!

So my flight(s) over were fine, got rows to myself (yay, must have been superstinky :D), no problem with being late and/or running like the wind to make it to my gates in time. Like last time.

And didn't lose my luggage. Like last time.

All in all, everything's been going great.

And looks like i have to go grab pizza bye.

edited to add: Moosepenis. And that we changed one of Gerard Butler's roles to Leading Semen on Wiki, but it got taken down. Saddddddddddddddddddface. And that I may be drunk.

THAT IS UP FOR YOU TO DECIDE, NEWGROUNDS, AS I SIT HERE ALL SEXILY, BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA.

I'm cooler than that piece of shit Nelson Muntz.

Few days off of work. YAY!

Big TV is up and running, therefore, GH! YAY! AND DVD! YAY!

Dying my hair! Yay! Amazing how fast one's hair can grow in a month.

Had an awesome night's sleep! YAY!

Did my laundry! YAY!

Yeah. Only bad thing is Fyndir won't tell me what his countdown is for. He told me he'd tell me the day before the end of it. BUT HE HASN'T! THE BASTARD.

Oh well. No Valentine's Day gift for him--it won't get there in time. OH WELL.

Edit: There is a Valentine's Day gift, and it will be there in time. Along with possibly THE BEST EVER birthday card. :D

There's a bunch of shit that's been going wrong
that's making the place go down the shitter, so getting time off now
(basically a year after I started) will benefit me greatly, as I can
go sleep in and finally get some books read, and some shopping done.
:) Maybe I'll regain some of the respect I had for the fucking place
while I'm gone.

There is so much shit that's been going on in that place that I've
noticed and kind of shrugged off before. But as I'm coming up to my
one year of being there (only worked weekends for 4 months while I was
at school, but still, I worked there, damnit), I'm realizing that the
café I'm working at is going down the figurative toilet into a state
of utter despair.

It's not a chain of stores--it is a one of a kind coffee shop. One of
those neighbourhood ones where almost everyone who walks in the door
knows all the staff and basically all the customers, who are basically
people who work around the few blocks of stores that surround my shop.
We got like, a bazillion regulars, whose names I don't know some of,
but once they walk in the door, I can tell you what they usually buy.

My boss started a year and a half ago as the owner of it, and it seems
like it was alright for a while, no big problems, he got a lot of the
customers adjusted and happy.

Lately, business has been slow. Maybe the weather, maybe the fact that
there's a Tim Horton's a few blocks down, maybe the fact that there
are Starbucks on either side, just down a few blocks as well. Who
really knows. Maybe the fact that a lot of the "old school"-ish
baristas, the ones all the regulars knew and loved and preferred, got
up and quit all around the same time (well, in a span of several
months, but you know), so maybe that kind of got some of the customers
turned off the place.

But anyways, paying me and the other baristas, and trying to repair
shit that should just be replaced (like our cooler(s), our dishwasher
(which was finally replaced), our HARDWOOD floor (which looks like
shit now), our espresso machine, our coffee brewer, etc), and a lack
of customers has driven my boss to hike up the prices.

You're probably thinking it's something like a 5 cent increase for
coffee or whatever.

Try being MORE expensive than Starbucks, which, being a lower price
than Starbucks was a draw for a lot of people. Our coffee is at least
15-20 cents more expensive than Starbucks, up to 50 cents more.

Our sandwiches and wraps are more expensive.

Our soup is more expensive.

We're charging for shit we don't need to.

We're shortchanging people in regards to food quantity (like not
having a full bowl of soup, so it looks really shoddy, or my boss
leaving like, 2 inches of room at the top for coffee), and then we get
blamed for our boss trying to cut corners by pissing our customers off
for this kind of stupid shit.

We get complaints for shit he does, and if we have problems, he slides
it our way. Like, for instance, the health inspector comes in every so
often (I've met him at my old job at IGA with the mice problem, oh joy
trying to make up bs so I don't lose my job...), and if there's a
problem, my boss looks at me and subtly scolds me for problems with
shit.

He watches over our shoulders when we're at the till. Even if we've
been there for ages, he will do so. It bothers us, and it's driven so
many of our GOOD baristas to quit.

Ughhhh, pisses. me. off.

tl;dr: I may not have a job in a few months because my boss is a stupid piece of horseshit.

I cannot stay warm. At all. I blame work. :D I also blame work for making my hands all cracked and dry and gross. Stupid dishwasher FINALLY came, and so before that, for approximately 3 weeks, I was barehanded washing and grabbing dishes out of bleachy water.

bawwwww.

I WANT TO BE WARM. But when I know I'm warm, like in bed, it's too late, and I need to get up. :(

And also.

Can't shake my head cold. I've had it for a week, but I can't get rid of the stuffed nose/sneezing/plugged ears. blehhhhh.

kill mah headculd plx.

I refuse to get it. Absolutely refuse. I don't care if you can lock your profile or whatever, I will not break down and get one. The shit I hear on the news and on the Net about it completely turns me off.

I rather not have my friends have my name on their pictures or whatever. I don't care if that's their only method of communication amongst each other. I'm always home, so they can just pick up the fucking phone and call me, or go on MSN and talk to me, or go meet me at work. I'm not that hard to talk to, I appreciate a phone call every so often, an email, or someone popping into work.

I can't understand why my friends, who barely used Myspace at all (which I barely use now) are so adamant about Facebook. I mean, I got shit about not having a cell. What's the point if they don't bother calling me in the first place? It's like, "zomg, I don't know where Jade lives, or her home phone number, or where she works! So I'll just give her hell for not having an extra mode of communication, durdurdur". I've never bitched at them for not having AIM, or having Myspace, or a Newgrounds account, or whatever else i have that they don't.

"WHY DON'T YOU DRIVE, GOD, WHY DON'T YOU HAVE _______?"

Because I don't fucking want to. Stop asking me. I'll keep saying no. I have my reasons for not wanting a fucking Facebook, so stop trying to guilt trip me into breaking down and doing what you say--I gave up giving a shit about people guilt-tripping me into doing what they want when I stopped saying I'd come in for extra shifts when I worked at the fucking grocery store.

I have better things to do than have yet another password and username rattling around my brain for another place to picturewhore myself and to write blogs that no one reads. Why can't they understand?

I think I pissed my bff off for telling her I still don't care if Facebook isn't just for blogging. lolz.

NewGrounds, I just don't care anymore.

Most of the people I thought were friends don't bother keeping in touch anymore.

ughhhhhh.

This sucks.

Oh well. I got better things coming my way, anyways.

this is so cathartic. I love you, Internet.

I haven't been all that artistically inclined lately, so Monocrom gave me the idea (basically gave me an outline to work with) to go draw the character he based on me for his "5 Kings" story, which can be found here.

So here's Jade...

I have been without Guitar Hero, since the TV I played it on has basically been reduced to nothing but a black box showing nothing but a morose black.

So, instead, I've been lurking on the Interwebs and haunting all you NGers. Have you noticed? ;)

And go bother Fyndir. He has a countdown on his userpage and I don't know what it means. Tell him to tell me. :D

Edit: Just as I got home from the pub, had this weird guy in this house that's supposed to be torn down, but may be a possible grow-op (the bazillionth in this apparently "wealthly" neighbouhood), yell out to me through the window (maybe after hearing my heels clicking down past the house?) and asked what my name was.

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW MY NAME. COME UP TO ME AGAIN, AND I'LL CUT YOU WITH MY BOXCUTTER TILL YOUR LIPS RESEMBLE A FUCKING OCTOPUS AND YOUR EYES ARE EMPTY OF THEIR VISCOUS FLUID.

fucking douche.

I've been feeling rocker chick-ish lately. Dunno why.

Yesterday was possibly one of the worst days ever.

I went to work, and I wasn't feeling all that great, just thought my stomach was upset and in need of food. So my co-worker and I are just hanging out at work, chilling (seriously, it's cold there), and I'm seriously not feeling good. I complain (because that's what I do :P), and then I go, "oh fuck, excuse me".

My stomach does not like me at times, and decided that the sickly-sweet bagels we have at work, the smell of them decides to make stomach go "urk".

SO I go home early, feeling alright. Kind of regretting leaving work early. So I get home, and I get into my pjs and just lie down on the couch/my dad's chair/the spare bedroom, all the while barfing so much I see green and blue (mmm...).

Couldn't keep anythign down, so I haven't eaten since Monday.

I'm feeling better, though. Tons better. YAY!

In other news, I watched a lot of Star Trek yesterday. :D