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AUGH I LOST MY LITTLE ALCHEMY NOTEBOOK *flails and searches frantically*

[Edit] Found it. Almost went through the wash. >.> That would be BAD. *flails and clings* Anyway, I'm in the process of filling this shiny little notebook with my proper alchemy notes. That way, when the con rolls around, I can randomly pull it out of a pocket. n.n (And it's not the BINDER OF GREATER DOOM.) Red was very interesting in the Enochian Calls, we were reading through that. Found the name of God and all that. n.n

STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT DUENECH IS. >.>

"It is Truth, Truth without lies; certain Truth
That that which is above is like that which is below;
And that which is below is like that which is above
To accomplish the miracles of One Thing."
-- Hermes Trigmegistus

*coughs into hand* The notebook properly terrified at least one person, too, who is now absolutely convinced I'm trying to summon Satan. n.n Woo. I think that makes the third person I've freaked out? Heh, I should start keeping better track.

Also, Red pointed out the crucified mercurial serpent in Flamel's "Interpretation of Hieroglyphic Imagery", and then pointed to the Flamel's Cross on my FMA shirt. "Hey, this looks like that!" Me: *headdesk*

ZOMG I FOUND AL. *dances* I lost the Alphonse charm on my keychain and just noticed it yesterday, but when I went downstairs to check the laundry bin, there he was! *clings* Don't DO that.

Yay, it appears to be raining. COOL DOWN THE AREA, PLZ.

Have to work another 12-hour shift, tonight. Yay. Then there is talk of mandatory overtime for Thursday AND Friday. I work Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Seven straight days of that hellhole. I think I might just die. Plus side? 64 hours, bitches. That's 24 hours of overtime pay. We're talking a close to $800 paycheck. Minus side? TOTAL AND COMPLETE DEATH. Iccccck. If they make the overtime voluntary (pleae GOD be voluntary), I may volunteer for one day because that'll kick me up to 53 hours at minimum, 56 at best but still. I'm ALREADY fried because that warehouse is so damned hot. I swear, hell isn't that hot. .___.

Anyway, enough griping. I just woke up so I've got to get my butt into the shower before my brother beats me to it, then I'm going to work on the coat s'more. I had a brilliant idea (TM) at work last night AND NOW I CAN'T REMEMBER IT WOE. Shoulda written it down.

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Oh yes, and I forgot to add (haha no edit for you) ... when I woke up last night (okay, it was ten a.m., hey, it's the middle of the night for me), I rolled over, saw the Edward pillow at the foot of my bed and proceded to flip my shit because I wasn't awake. Then I realized, hey, scary thing is a pillow, and then I went back to sleep.

I'm quite special.

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Today, I am spamming.

Mainly because I keep forgetting what I wanted to put in previous posts and I don't want to go back and edit my posts to add them in. Whoops.

My workplace enviroment is not exactly conducive to strenuous thought. Good GOD the concentrated amount of ignorance. I'm constantly having to stop and reword what I'm saying, using smaller words. IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. Last night I told somone I was indignant about the way we were being treated, and they stared at me stupidly. "What's ... indignant?" I was so thrown by that I couldn't define the goddamn word.

One night, Jas was playing with the big white garbage bags and I made the comment that when he wrapped them around himself in a certain way, it looked like a shroud. NO ONE KNEW WHAT I MEANT. I asked all fifteen people in prepack, and out of the fifteen, ONE person knew what a shroud was. I WEEP FOR AMERICA.

Anyway, off the subject of lacking educations, Lanna and I were talking about ... augh, I don't even remember. She was being gutter-minded, as usual, and made a remark that I had interpreted something crudely. I opened my big, fat, mouth and said "well, you should try living with a couple of teenage boys in your head."

*facepalm*

Oh BOY, I had fun explaining that.

Okay, hungry now. .___. No word on my car. WOE.

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I GOT MY BABY BACK! *nuzzles car*

Turns out it was the battery. I'm not quite sure that's right, I've NEVER heard a battery make that insane clicking noise when trying to start the car, but ... *shrugs* I GOT MY BABY BACK AND I CAN GO ZOOM NOW. *hearts*

My car needs a name. As I am dreadful at naming things, anyone got any suggestions? (The first one to suggest Edward is shot on sight.)