New Header!

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.

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.)

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.