Just so I remember this clearly in the morning,

tonight, I:

♥ had dinner at an Italian restaurant with co-workers and direct superiors;
♥ shotgunned half-glasses of beer... TWICE;
♥ [and consequently] got slightly, uh, hammered (see, 2 beers isn't much, but I guess the speed kinda makes a difference xD );
♥ was put in the hot seat and made to answer hypothetical questions on whether or not I would keep dating someone with an amputated leg or a hook for an arm*;
♥ made / took part in a whole bunch of gender-related jokes, some of which were aimed at aforementioned direct superiors xD ;
♥ HIT my editor with my UMBRELLA several times for calling Panic at the Disco emo D: ;
♥ kept tickling someone in the ear then proceeded to poke him in the eye; and
♥ ran recklessly across a busy interesection while under the influence.

Wednesdays are SOOOO BORING. (_^_).zZ LOL

And because in-jokes are made of awesome:

SILENCE!
I kill you~
O_O

x x x x x

SCENE [right after being teased about Panic at the Disco]

EDITOR:
So what other emo bands do you like?

LIZ:
*hesitant pause*

*considers acting all indignant*

*gives up*

...FALL OUT BOY. T~T;

x x x x x

*Answer: the amputated leg, sure. The hook for an arm, no. But a robotic arm... yes.

These?

--are REALLY GOOD. Really good. In fact, beyond good. Just. GENIUS. :3

Anyhoo.

Yesterday the boss mentioned something about dancing, and it got me wondering if maybe one of the reasons I've been so sickly is because... I haven't been dancing enough? Ok I KNOW it sounds stupid, but I'm not my body isn't exactly the most logical thing in the world so I figure it's worth a shot. Dance has always been therapeutic for me anyway. So... I broke out the Luis Fonsi mp3s (aaaand the Brian Friedman video, haha) a little earlier. xDDD It's probably just the endorphins, but hey I feel a little better already.

At the very least, I know it won't try to kill me like Neozep did last last night*. My head was hurting so much I decided to take one before bed. About half an hour later, I COULDN'T BREATHE PROPERLY. D: And not even because my nose was stuffy or anything. My breath was just really really short, and I felt really thirsty even though I had a glass of water with me. It was like... my body couldn't take in oxygen properly or something. It went on for about an hour. I WAS SO SCARED. ;~;

I hate being sick.

*An exaggeration. I'm probably just allergic to something in it. No rawsuits prease.

Time for me to retire now and become a duck.

So. Virus=1, Liz=0. After a week of snorting, blowing my nose, and generally feeling gross, today I finally waved the white flag to the nasties that took over my body. I had to go home by around 11AM, feeling too weird to function. When I got home I... got drugged and slept around. LOL WRONG. xDDDD But yeah, the Tuseran (FORTE!) totally knocked me out and I was asleep all afternoon. (_^_).zZ I'm feeling slightly better now, and I've got all weekend to kick this thing, hopefully I'll be in top form again by Monday.

Anyway. Moving on to happier things. This week, work stuff has had me thinking a lot about the uh, golden age of Flash. You with me here? I'm talking 2004, 2005? NEWGROUNDS? ALBINOBLACKSHEEP? If you still don't get what I'm talking about... I'm guessing we weren't friends then(?). xD But I digress. Here are some of my all-time favorites. Let me know if you remember:

Fight! Kikko-man
Worcestershire sauce? Ketchup? What a suckers!
SHOW ME, SHOW YOU. Kikko-man. Kikko-man.
SHOW ME. SHOW YOU. KIkko-maaaaaaaaaaan~ All right!
[Wahahaha I found the romaji lyrics!!! 8D WIN! Here, sing along.]

Badgerphone
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphoooone
I've got this feeling, so appealing,
For us to get together and sing-- SING!

The llama song
I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake
But I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake
I was only three years dead, but it told a tale
And now listen, little child, to the safety rail

Laid Off: A Day in the Life (by Odd Todd)
"When I finally got out of bed, I stared at my wall for a little while and drank some coff-ay and... stared at my wall. For breakfast... I had some fudge-striped cookies... aaaand Pringles. Then I went on my computer and poked around and looked at stuff, aaaand typed... stuff."

There you go. I just wanted to dig up some of the... classics before all the attention whores over at YouTube completely take over the innarnet's idea of LULZ. Special mention: Numa Numa (which, although a video, was still in Flash), and Tiny Plaid Ninjas (I don't know if this one caught on, but I remember liking that).

Anyway, that's it for now, I think I'll go lie down again. xD

Is it can be havin suffishint educashin tiem nau.

Last week I was with a bunch of friends who've gone back to university for post-grad studies. They make university life sound totally fun cool interesting, I've had to wonder whether or not I should maybe go back for a second degree myself.

After thinking about it more than a few times, I've come to a decision.
LOL. I didn't know I had such strong opinions about formal education until now. But the more I think about it, the more I feel tempted to agree with Mr. Conrado de Quiros, who once said he quit school because it "got in the way of [his] education." Not that I'd go that far. (Because I am neither that smart nor talented. AFADFAKJFPHAIL. T_T) All I'm saying is, I guess some people are inclined toward formal studies, and I'm not others aren't.

It's weird because the thing is, I actually love to learn stuff. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't give up watching half of Attack of the Show just to catch Jeopardy. LOL LOSAR. But I've realized that I have to be really interested in something at that precise moment. Like, I learned Spanish, if I remember correctly, out of sheer enthusiasm. (Fandom = excellent motivator.) XDDD But that's the thing, I have to be really into it. And I have to do it on my own will. Basically, nobody tells me what to learn. BECAUSE I'M BAD ASS THAT WAY. :D

Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate higher learning. I have to, living in a country where not having a degree doesn't leave you with a lot of options. My beef is with the way it often becomes pedantic to the point of wasting time. I have no problem with learning a shitload of terminology if it helps me understand the world a little better. But don't give me ten shitloads more just so I can sound smarter than the person next to me. By the way, I also have a problem with theology classes masquerading as sociology classes. And freshman algebra. Like, I'm a journalism f♥cking major, don't make me f♥cking take algebra.

So now I just completely undermined everything I said above by making it obvious that I'm just a bitter brat who sucked at college.

And failed freshman algebra.