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Valentine's Day is coming up and I figured I'd draw one for gits and shiggles. So I did. That's been ready since...early December, so I've had it waiting in the wings. And if you complain about it being early, February is in like...two days. And I figure I wouldn't have time, so yeah.

In other news, my finger was attacked by a wild piece of glass.

Let me explain.

Here I am, washing dishes when I see blood on my knuckle. Realizing this isn't a good sign, I wander over to my mom, clutching paper towel to my finger.

Me: Hey, Mom.

Mom: (Playing WoW): Huh?

Me: You apply pressure to a bleeding wound, right?

Mom: Uh....yeaaaah...

Me: Okay!

Mom: Run it under cold water.

So I flee down to the bathroom where I turn on the cold water. When I say cold, I mean it's freezing. Like someone took ice cubes and thawed them just a smidge above freezing so that it's water, but barely. Frikking cold.

So I'm alternating between applying pressure and chilling my hand, five minutes later it's still bleeding and my finger is now purple. Realizing this has potential to be SRS BIZNESS, my mom comes down and applies papertowel and medical tape.

Fast forward to tomorrow. A trip to the Nurse and I have a finger splint. I'm sitting there, in class with Rae, studying my finger that can't move.

Rae: Is that it?

Me: Yeah. Not pretty, but it's effective.

Rae: Okay.

Me: (Who has by now doodled a kitty face on it.) Look!

Rae: Can I sign it?

So Rae signs it as well as another friend of mine, and by the end of the day, several different people have signed my splint. Let it air out Saturday, and reapply the splint with new medical tape.

So, yeah. I'm alive, but typing is a pain.

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Other things to know:

You may notice that I'm not wearing my brown coat in the above picture. Turns out it died, so when I asked my mom for a new one, she handed me a green trench coat. I've had it called awesome many times, received a fair share of weird looks, been called a terrorist once, and scared two or three people. I love my coat.

That's all, folks. I'll see if I can post more after I get braces and my splint comes off.

Song Lyrics

((Post dedicated to Rae, who got upset everytime I wrote a short post. She gets so excited, and then gets really disappointed when she finds out it isn't too long. Sorry, Rae. This one isn't long either. Soon!))

A few weeks ago, we decided to go out for breakfast. This meant getting up around tenish, not too bad, and getting in the car for an hour and a half drive. The drive to Roy Rogers was uneventful, if disappointing to our parents who remembered the supposed awesomeness of the place. Me? I was just glad to get food.

So after generous warnings if we so much as got a speck of grease on the new car seats, we would have fingers pulled off, the five us settled into breakfast. It was pretty good, I'll admit. Not the point.

Anyways, a song comes on. I don't know the song well enough beyond the fact that it shows up in the title credits of Yu Yu Hakusho. But it played the full length and ended with the following lyrics:

"Your smile makes my heart explode."

That stood out to me. It baffled me. What the hell? If I loved someone, I wouldn't want my heart exploding everytime they smiled at me! That's crazy! I even drew a diagram.

Just a few of my thoughts.

-Azu

Where in the World is Carmen San-er, Azunara?

(I wonder if this title breaches copyright. Can I get sued?)

Sorry for lack of posting. I've had midterms all week, and my body is telling me, "Oi! Azu! Stop RPing and watching Star Trek and get more sleep, man!" It's like this:

Body: *See above.*

Me: Look. We're fine.

Body: *sends headache.*

Me: Screw you, body. *stubbornly ignores headache.*

Body: *Headache grows worse.* SLEEP, DAMN YOU.

Me: NEVER!

Body: Screw you, I never liked you anyways. We're going to sleep, whether you like it or not.

Me: Nooo-Zzz. Snnoork. Zzz.

And in the end, that's why I can't stay up till 2 in the morning. Because my body says it needs to "recuperate" and "feel better."

So what does that mean for CI? It means less posts till I feel more rested. Plus, I get braces in...a week or two. So that'll keep me occupied. If I get Laughing Gased, that'll be an interesting post.

Yeah. That's it.

-Azu
(I drew this for a friend when I was bored. Seeing as I have nothing interesting picture wise to post...Here you go.)

Birds

Once upon a time, I couldn't draw. Now I can. Sorta.

So if you ever feel down, think of it this way. Practice makes perfect. Cause look at my old birds and my current birds.
Just sayin'.

-Azu

Three More Things That Scare Me

(New Post! This one is for Rae from "Listen to the Raen Fall..." She wouldn't stop bugging me till I posted something. Check out her blog. She's usually posting something awesome, and she has to be decent if I don't hate her, right? Right.)

As I’ve said before, a lot of things give me the willies. Scare me. Creep the everliving frak out of me. You know so far that spiders, homeless people, things under my bed, and the metro scares me. But that’s not all. There are a lot of other things that freak me out. Here’s a few more.

This one is less of a ‘Scary! Get it away!’ then a ‘WHAT THE HELL HAS JUST HAPPENED?!?!’ Let me explain. We got a cat recently. A twelve, thirteen week old brown tabby who may or may not be a Bengal that we named Dodger.

Dodger is a good kitty, except when she decides to attack me in the morning when all I want to do is play WoW. Or when she gets the brilliant idea that she will eat my hair.

It’s not Dodger that I’m talking about though. It’s her litterbox, and, namely: The air freshener on top of it. It’s one of those motion sensor ones. You walk by, it’s gives a ‘Ffft!’ of air and voila. Instead of smelling like crap, it smells like sea breeze.

Except I don’t like being caught off-guard by sea breeze.

Yeah. Imagine that happening every half hour.

Next thing that tends to get me panicky would be song lyrics.

WARNING: This may or may not be the stupidest, most irrational fear in the world. Yes, I am seeing a therapist. No need to ask. Now that you have been properly warned, let’s move on.

Singing songs that have, “And then I die…” or “Die for you….” Or anything where it’s first person singing about how they’d die, because then when I sing along, I’m singing those lines. Then I think some sick deity thinks I’m serious and will kill me. So I alter it quietly under my breath. Die becomes fly. Or rye. Or my.

A serious offender? American Pie. Instead of, “This’ll be the day that I die…” I sing under my breath, “This’ll be the die that I fly…” Because I’m irrational like that, and am paranoid. I don’t want this to happen:

Lastly, elevators.

They’re demon cages. You know how I said technology hates me? Well somebody had the brilliant idea to tell me if the cord snaps, the elevator will plummet and I’ll smash against the roof and break my neck. Painfully.

Despite being told this is impossible, it translates to EVERY bump on the elevator sends a rocket of fear through me. To the point where I will carry my mountain bike up three flights of stairs to get to my apartment…Three whole flights! That’s a lot of stairs, okay?

And if that elevator makes sound, it scares me as well. I freak out. Enter “OMG WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIEEE” mode.

Or, I think about getting trapped. So I starve to death, or suffocate, or die of dehydration, because I was trapped between floors and the elevator people decided to screw me over and the firemen were lazy. Or something like that. Maybe I forgot to push the panic button.

Alright. That's it for now.

-Azu, over and out.

Hint: It Has To Do With Snow

Sorry 'bout lack of posting. Math midterms cometh, and I may need a pinch of practice.

Here!

The answer: It's a polar bear blinking in a snowstorm.

Lying and What it Has to Do With This Blog

You remember how I said I'd have a decent post for you all today?

I lied.

You see, I started two different posts. I have the ideas, but I've been lazy and decided to browse forums and read Head Trip instead of writing a post. And then I spent a good couple of hours eating lunch and working on school work. Then I spent more time procrastinating, and ate dinner.

Now I feel sickish, and my stomach is weird, so I don't want to put in the effort. Plus, I still have math homework to do, and I should consider how I will deal with Midterms. Not too worried about them...But I also have a huge application test to consider, so all in all, I have to, and I quote, "buckle down." This translates into less fun, more work.

So.

I'll do what I can to post something exciting, I promise. Really. I try to update semi-frequently instead of disappearing, even if it is just to give you guys another "update" which really means crappy excuse.

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In other news, I'll give you guys a big post tomorrow, promise.

Head's Up (Or, Updates on CI.)

Firstly: Is it wrong that I go to my own blog and expect new posts to magically be there, only to remember, "Oh, right. My blog. Lol." and realize I need to post crap?

Secondly: This isn't a long post. I'll work on one this weekend, but I've been busy with school. Midterms are coming soon to party and I still need to tackle geometry. But I'll give you guys something exciting this weekend, I promise.

Thirdly: We now have an "About" Page and a "FAQ". I haven't actually been asked these questions, but they seemed like logical enough questions to ask.

And Fourthly: Don't forget to...er...tell everyone you know about Critical Insanity? Maybe I can be famous and earn money and never have to get a real job and me nocturnal! Do you know how amazing that would be?

TL;DR: Chicken.

Things That Scare Me

Look! A long post! Enjoy!

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I’m an irrational person. A lot of things tend to scare me. I like to pretend I am tough, and brave, and awesome giving mortal form, but really I’m just a paranoid person with a dark sense of humor and the mentality of a five year old. And so I figured I’d give you a sample of some of the things that scare me.

First of all, I have issues with the dark. Not like dark-dark, but what lurks in the dark. I don’t mind the dark that much. I prefer it, honestly. I’d like a nice dark room to blinding sunlight any day. No, it’s the monsters in the dark, probably under my bed that freak me out.

How is that not scary?

If that doesn’t scare you, picture this. You’ve been sleeping. You’re pretty secure in your world. It’s quiet, dark, and peaceful. Suddenly, you’re jolted out of sleep with an unquenchable thirst. You need water, and you need it frakking now. So you get up to get water, not paying attention, and drink it.

You feel something going on with your feet. Namely, you can’t feel them. Suddenly, you’re dragged under the bed and the monster chews your soul up and leaves you a soulless husk to rot under your bed for eternity.

Great job.

That’s why I run from my door to my bed. No monsters are getting me, okay?

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The second thing that scares me is spiders. You walk into your room and see this.

What do you do? I’d scream, run in the opposite direction and starting light crap on fire. Fire. They all deserve to burn. Burn in righteous, beautiful, cleaning fire.

The third thing that scares me is the metro. If you read my metro post, you’ll know that I had…a few issues. Namely, it tried to trap me in its unholy depths forever and ever. Luckily, I had a friend to save me from that fate, and money when it tried to trap me again.

However, my real paranoia is the exit machine. In normal circumstances, it is simply something to ensure they get paid. A machine where you stick in your fare card and the orange triangles part ways so you may walk through.

However, ever since I was young, I imagined it would close on me and squish me. So I decided the only way to protect myself was to run through the triangles as fast as I could. So I would shakily put in my card, take it out and run through like all hell has broken loose. Furthermore, I always wait till it is closed, to ensure it doesn’t close early on me.

This fear is also associated with the metro doors.

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A fourth thing that scares me is homeless people. Again, an irrational fear, but all of these are. They sit there screaming things and while most of them are bound to be harmless, I live in a big city. That silly, crazy old man down the street? He’s also on FBI’s most wanted. For murder. Yeah.

So yeah. Four things that tend to freak me out. You can safely assume I’m nuts. But…I prefer to think of myself as a survivor. By being cautious, I will live. When mutant spiders rise up, I will burn them all. When the monsters under your bed turn you into a mindless husk, I’ll be safe in my bed with a flamethrower. When you’re being chewed up by metro, I’ll be walking or driving or taking a bus. With a flamethrower. And when you’re being stabbed to death by that guy on the corner who you gave change to (All money has tracker chips. That’s how they find you.) I will be there.

With a flamethrower.

Just a Drawing

School picks up tomorrow and I'm feeling uninspired to write a full out post. Not to leave you all disappointed, I whipped this up. So whenever someone's birthday or Valentine's day or something rolls around, you can give them this.
That's all for now.