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      Today I reached the end of my patience and got a haircut. Ten, eleven inches, gone. It always got so tangled, and combing it out would make me lose a fistful. I dreaded every shampoo, never wanted to even brush it. I would either pin it up or just let it hang, like a greasy nest. Must've been some sight, with my fuzzy Bazinga pants and my fuzzy plaid housecoat.
      I feel human again, and not nearly as depressed.

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      I've been watching Shrek again, of course, and several things stuck out. In the first movie, they find the Magic Mirror. As soon as they pull off the blanket, the face appears. Why? Did he materialize to see who it was, or could he not control it? Also, where would they stumble across a Magic Mirror anyway? We all know Donkey gets conked on the head by Tinkerbell's jar, so maybe it was the same Magic Mirror she messed up her wish on.
      Furthermore, in Shrek 2, first off how do Sergeant Pompous and the Fancypants even know where to find Princess Fiona? She hasn't gone to Far Far Away yet, so the other princesses introduced to us in Shrek The Third can't give directions. Yet they somehow know the princess lives in a swamp. Maybe they talked to the Magic Mirror, too. He can pull up an image of her in her tower, without (I assume) ever traveling there, so it's the only logical conclusion.
      And here's some quotes. When I was a little girl, a witch cast a spell on me. Desperate, they sought the help of a fairy godmother, who had them lock the young princess away. Fairy Godmother said only true love's kiss could break Fiona's curse.
      I'm picturing Rumpelstiltskin running rampant long before the events of Shrek Forever After, perpetually hiring witches to ruin Fiona's life; not knowing that he essentially causes Shrek and Fiona to meet. With this assumption, Fairy Godmother is innocent of Fiona's curse; but, what if she created Rumpelstiltskin? What if she was the witch, but learned magic so she wouldn't be green like the creatures she was trying to kill? It seems plausible she would want to create a magician to carry on her evil legacy; Prince Charming seems to know nothing about magic. How else would Rumpel-stiltskin get his hands on magical contracts?
      And what about that alternate universe? Is each individual in it just there because Shrek signed a contract? Or did they all sign con-tracts? On the one hand, Rumpelstiltskin refers to Shrek as the guy that made all this possible. But on the other hand, the alternate characters are signing their own contracts, implying they are not there just because of Shrek.
      I could go on and on and on...But unfortunately I got zero sleep last night. Life has gone to hell in a hand basket. Day and night, it's just laughable. Only without any of the joy.

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      Well, my game no longer works. It might be fixed, but I don't have the heart to delete it. Since it's an offline version, there is no place my progress will be saved. But I know the game still exists, because the other server is still functional. I think there's just a limit on how many times you can use it.
      And I was playing Checkers just now, and I was a few moves away from winning, and I lost connection. Oh, I was mad.
      But my other game is going well. And, so is my book! I mean, it's probably still crap, but I'm actually on chapter EIGHT!!!!! And my character is all dressed up for Halloween. She's got the broom, the witch dress, the hat, everything. She looks so evil. I looked for a Christmas get-up, too, but that probably won't come in until December. I just hope the holiday costumes don't disappear after the holidays, because I don't want to buy them each year.
      And in my other two games, I'm nearing 11,000 gems. I'm vir-tually unstoppable!
      I was writing a fanfic about Monsters Inc., though, and I came up with a saying for the Halloween game. Sweet screams! Isn't that cute? I also considered Good fright...but no, I like Sweet screams better.

Writer's Block

      Here I sit, stuck again! My plot is so simple, but I've been writing part one, page one for thirteen years and I'm nowhere near...page two. My goal? Quality over quantity. But ten billion pages of utter crap is so much easier to write than five pages of gold.
      Tempted to give up, again. But I know what'll happen. I'll piss and moan at my incompetence, then continue to write. I'll pat myself on the back and say it's an improvement, look at it one more time and get tempted to give up...It's a vicious circle. I'm wasting my whole life!
      I think I need a team. Otherwise I'll die having accomplished nothing. I'll always want to be a writer, but I don't want to want it anymore. It's too hard on my own. I don't think I can do this without help. Know anyone who wants a coauthor? >.<

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      It's been nice, playing my favorite game again; but the download site misled me about several things. They said treasure hunts and races will not be rewarded (they said the same thing about pursuits, but I never do those; however based on how much they've gotten wrong, I would think everything is rewarded). I've been winning a lot of Speed Boost, but unfortunately all the cars are now only sold by IGC. There's only one way to use the SB; the power-up console. I had 28,900 or something SB, and each 15-pack of Nitrous only costs 100, so that was a lot of clicking. But, I now have almost 5000 bursts of speed!
      They said nothing about the fifteen extra gems, and they certainly didn't mention that the game still includes holiday additions like Oktoberfest and the haunted graveyard. (I actually won a Braaains edition car, but I accidentally sold it a day later. Oh well; my other car is faster, turns sharper, and comes with lights). That being said, I really hope winter comes to the golf course!
      I still have to earn over a million IGC if I want that cop car. It was a nice dream, but I think I'll just cruise and collect. If I get my ACR, fine; if I don't, I'm sure the fire truck sirens blasting in my ear will be an adequate sound effect. The only reason I bought an ACR in the first place was so that I could fly screaming past other players. Now I'm playing an offline demo.
      But the dreams are back, so that's awesome. I had a really vivid one. It was so real I didn't even know the difference. This time there were no dinosaurs trying to kill all the players, and I wasn't walking, plucking gems by hand. I just drove off ramps with my friends and met new people.
      Several months back I posted on the forums as my old persona, asking my friends to add me. I really hoped at least one person would. But nobody did.
      Well, guess I should call for a taxi; got some shit to take care of. See ya.

The Nerd Cabinet

      A couple of days ago I bought the last season I needed of The Big Bang Theory. It looks so beautiful, taking up the majority of the shelf. In a way I'm looking forward to the show's end; not because I want it to be over but because I'm looking forward to completing my collection.
      It's going to feel so good. I wish all odds and ends could be straightened out at the cost of twenty-five bucks.
      Looks like my wrist might heal before I get my results. It was sure pink for awhile. I can actually straighten my hand now without crying or screaming. I can't bend it upward yet, but I had a feeling the test results would be slow. It was the only time I, as the patient, wanted to be wrong.

A Long Short While

      It's been a bad two days. I haven't slept because a very fast spider is hiding somewhere in my room. Since she's not home I thought I would try my mom's room, but saw a spider (which turned out to be a leatherjacket caught in a web) in there. And of course there was a spider in the kitchen, which opens right up into the living room. Long story short, I was wide awake imagining spiders and floating webs.
      That alone makes a rough night for me. On top of all of it, I sprained my wrist, or broke it, or something. I can see my bone sticking up and it hurts like nothing else. And my minor trembling has gotten so bad, I'm scared to hold a drink. I suppose I could learn to hold a cup with my feet, but uh...gross. No matter how much I scrub them, I could never...Well, I guess it doesn't matter one bit! I can't bend that way. (Dodged a bullet there.)
      So, I'm doing everything single-handedly now. Turns out I'm pretty clumsy with my left hand. Tried to play my game and spent most of it slamming into walls and traffic, trying to turn one way and surprising myself by turning the other. I might as well have been sitting on the keyboard.
      And now comes the fun part: Shopping. Please, can't I call it a day?