hooookaaayy...

now I really do have another hyperbole/oatmeal-style post lined up with somewhere between 33% and 50% of the graphics done. I'd finish it now, but I'm about to pass out after the first pickup game of the season (:D:D). so hang on just a teeny bit longer!*

* and by 'a teeny bit longer' I mean... a couple days >.<

p.s. HOLA KINGPIIIIINNN ♥♥♥

who I really am

I had/ve a particularly depressing post lined up, but I've decided to spare you all until I've slept on it and seen if I still feel the same.

in lieu of that, I've decided to clarify exactly who I am for all those with misconceptions of me (pretty much everyone):

INFP:

Devoted to those in their inner circle, INFPs guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress. Guided by their desire for harmony, INFPs prefer to be flexible unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become passionate advocates for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an ability to see varying sides of an issue.

INFPs develop these insights through reflection, and they require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information. While they can be quite patient with complex material, they are generally bored by routine. Though not always organized, INFPs are meticulous about things they value. Perfectionists, they may have trouble completing a task because it cannot meet their high standards. They may even go back to a completed project after the deadline so they can improve it.

And another:

Healers present a calm and serene face to the world, and can seem shy, even distant around others. But inside they're anything but serene, having a capacity for personal caring rarely found in the other types. Healers care deeply about the inner life of a few special persons ... and their great passion is to heal the conflicts that trouble individuals, or that divide groups, and thus to bring wholeness, or health, to themselves, their loved ones, and their community.

TL;DR: don't judge me until you really understand. underneath this rough exterior is the most fragile, caring thing you'll ever know.

little things

little things can make or break your day, I have discovered. like what, you might ask? well, over the course of about 12 hours I discovered just what.

first off, my neighbors' bathroom is just above mine. I know this because occasionally I hear them puking, or trying to bathe one of their dogs (protip: cut their toenails while they're in there so I don't have to hear CLACK CLACK CLACK every other minute). but that also means they can hear me, and I think they've decided to mess with me every time I take a shower (perhaps a betting pool on which swear words I'll use when they do it?). their hot water is like a hot water vacuum that sucks all the warmth out of my shower, usually just as I've done something like getting shampoo in my eye for extra conflict.

I go from this:


to this:


after I got out of that shower the other night, I saw a cute little spider crawling up my wall:


and then I realized it was a daddy longlegs, which I am deathly afraid of, which makes so much sense...


and then the next morning, after sleep had cleansed me of the previous night's horrors, I was walking to my car to go to work:


when...


whyyyyyyy??? the thing had just emerged from the thawing snow and was chilling there like 'yo wut up im a bloody squirrel with rigor mortis lol'. I flipped out. I am still not sure how I made it to work without puking, or how I've remained psychologically intact enough to write this today.

that is all.