♫ Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho.

So last night I had a lovely little dream. Strange, as usual. (But that's to be expected from me by now.) I wish I could remember a few more of the details though. Because it was a happy dream. :3

Basically, I was hanging out with Mark Pellegrino. Dude, even my mom liked him. He's just that cool. Anyway, we were just goofing off and having fun, probably pranking and doing silly things around...somewhere (idek). I forget what was going on pretty much through the entire thing when my mom was around but I do remember her being there at one point. And they got along too. Fft. For some reason this is amusing to me. Anyway, then we were goofing of again and hanging out... and I think it ended with us sitting down watching a movie together? idk. But it was a nice dream. (I wish my life were that happy outside of dreams.)

I get, like, two of you might get this reference. As far as I know. But whatever. That was my dream last night. And it's much more happy than this damn headache I have now.

Also:

SMOOOOOOOOOOKE ON THE WATEEEEEEEER~

That is all.

Might be looking for a new laptop instead of getting a new Xbox for Christmas. Something's wrong with the monitor. It's tiny right now but it's annoying. And, hell, if it suddenly decides to completely die off I will be quite upset. And it is growing, whatever this little blank spot is. :\

Well, anyway. Just ranting over this recent development in my online life. I noticed it yesterday and already it's a dozen or so more pixels large. So not cool. Restarting didn't help. Suuuuuuuuuucks.

Whatever.

BEST FUCKING TEA PARTY EVER.

I would so fucking go. And I don't even like tea. :3

My emailbox is empty. What is this nonsense.

IS IT THE END OF THE WORLD AND NO ONE TOLD ME?!?

I tagged everything while at work. I forgot how boring it is up here without any work to do... I got my job back at the school. Whoo. /o/

So, getting close to class now... lalala.

Tis is pointless.

Instead of playing my shiny new game I am reading Dr. Haley's journal. Here is yet another account of my silly fangirlism and dorkability combined:

Halsey wrote, and I quote, "ONI has provided me with a diplomatic shuttle, the Han, along with a dedicated AI, Toran, and my young lieutenant to pilot the craft and act as attaché ('babysitting' comes to mind)" describing the beginning of the procurement process of candidates for the SPARTAN-II project. The object of my amusement is in the very specifically underlined "my" within the sentence. Who writes my lieutenant without inferring... well. Anyway.

Damn me. Why do I ship old people anyway? /facepalms


/turns the page. AND SHE DREW HIM WHILE HE WAS SLEEPING. S-SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! There is also a profile sketch of him. He was quite handsome. 8D


She drew Keyes twice more: once practicing some form of martial arts (she has multiple arm positions drawn out at once and some names for what I presume are the techniques he studied) and another where he must have been fixing something on their shuttle (the caption beneath read: "Hands on. Didn't even wait for the tech crew. Got it done though.") She used his first name only in referring to him in this later entry. Why do I think this is cute? I think she had a mild crush on him, grew attached to him as a constant in her life during that time. And she admired qualities that made him unique and honorable. She purposefully dismissed him from continuing the SPARTAN-II project for this qualities.

...God, I am a dork.


I don't think it's just me anymore--whoever wrote this obviously supports Halsey/Keyes just as much as I do. /glees

"I met my lieutenant again while attending a conference at the University of Calippus.
Don't know if it was the dizzying pressure that I've been under, or the chance reunion with a kindred spirit in a strange place, or something else...

...But I'm glad it was him."


Omg, if they are implying that Miranda is her and his child......

"Did not expect the separation anxiety to be so strong. I guess not hearing her cry wakes me up at night too."


...Madre de Dios they are!

"Jacob has agreed to take her in. I'll miss her, but it's for the best."


In a completely (mostly) different aside: She drew Miranda on one side of a page and, flip the page, on the other side is Cortana drawn out several times. Haha. Her two daughters...

Halsey writes "She spoke her first words (in Italian): 'When the game is over, the king and pawn go into the same box.'"

You do not understand the level of fangirlism that just went filtered through my brain. Trust me, you really don't want to. But least to say there was a lot of squeeing. Cortana's first words make Giovanni cringe and nod appreciatively at the same time. Mmm.


Well there's no doubt about it left: she clearly states that Miranda is her daughter (though without using that phases or the term daughter anywhere). She calls Keyes her father, and says Miranda legally changed her name to his (from hers presumably, obviously). Dr. Halsey is...a very interesting being. A scientist, distant and calculating and cold; a mother, caring, regretful, protective.

It's getting late. I should stop reading and go to bed. Damn.


Wow. That Spartan really looks like Mario.
And with that final loony tidbit I say adieu.

So there were three Horvaths in the credits of Forgotten Sands. One of them weirdly spelt their name with two Ts (as Horvatth). I was vaguely amused. Also, there was one Borgia. Get out of my Prince of Persia game you. :| ...Oh, and one guy named Ding Dong. I'm not kidding. (He was foreign obviously. Not a name change people, the world's not that crazy. Yet. Actually it probably is but I don't want to know about it.)

And yes, I sat through that entire thing--I swear to God I should have gotten an achievement for sitting through all of it just because of it's length. The music was pretty.

I already just want to quit. Live would be so much simpler. Why do I have to be in advanced classes this semester? ; ;

I love you emie_took. I think I cried just a bit. I wasn't expecting that. ♥

I couldn't even get through the first five minutes of 18 to Life without bursting into tears laughing at Jesse Rath's facial expressions. I will have to actually sit down and watch this at a later time. It could be amusing. Although I'm not into that sort of sitcom... those faces. /facepalms and laughs helplessly