Space Marines are for women.

HAIL TZEENTCH, MOTHER F%^$ERS!

I play Blood Ravens. Put that in your bonnet and wear it.

One day, there will be an updated army list for the testosteroniest of the Marines, and all the little boys will play Grey Knights.

I hate to admit it, but Half-Life is annoyingly scary sometimes.

Having a really weird dream that ended up with me waking up and thinking about death and dying and thus depressing me. Moreso because I got scared of the fact that my dad will pass away and I don't want that to happen.

I hate dreams like that. I seem only to have nightmares lately too. I keep dreaming about coworkers hitting on me too, which is creepy to say the least. Especially since I keep dreaming about the creepiest ones here hitting on me.

I also hate death-related dreams. I had a dream once that my mother (the only person that I consider my family since the others are all...well, they're crap, long story short) was telling me that I didn't need to visit; I had plenty of time to visit her and there was no hurry.

I replied with, "I have plenty of time, but you don't." And then I woke up and wrote her a long letter.

I'm heading into the month my boyfriend is stuck in Meaford for the rest of June, then he moves up to the Soo in July but I wont be here, because I'm moving home.

I declare war Fate!

(At least he's been doing job interviews for work in the UK so he can join me mini rant/rave)

Yea when I woke up I went downstairs and hugged my dad.

Strange to see people posting about family members' mortality. My father, who's been struggling with cancer on and off for thirteen years now, was taken by ambulance to the UVA Medical Center yesterday. He had been projectile vomiting, and everyone had hoped he'd simply had a bowel obstruction. Despite constant checkups to catch cancer recurrences early, today the doctors at UVA diagnosed him with fairly advanced cancer of the small intestine. According to what I've heard from my sister and aunt, the prognosis isn't great, and physically he isn't looking well at all.

My uncle is a surgeon who works at UVA, so our family gets much better back-and-forth with the staff there, which is nice. I'll be driving to Charlottesville tomorrow.

Yeah, basically it sucks. My father is a wise, intelligent man, I love him, and I don't know what it will be like to lose a parent. Probably horrible, but there's still hope.

The thought of either of my parents dying - even only a brief, momentary thought - makes me start to cry.

Luckily, I've learned how to hold it back at work, otherwise I'd be really embarrassed right now.

I lost my dad quite a few years ago, it's hard and I hope you get through it.

I stood up earlier.

Then I fell RIGHT back over.

Damn hypotension.

People and their asides.

I feel like crap. My sinuses are all blocked up when I try to lay down, which makes trying to go to sleep fun. My throat feels like someone scrubbed it with sandpaper. I'm constantly sneezing and the inside of my nose feels like someone set it on fire. I'm a little worried I'm heading toward an ear infection too.

Blegh. It's either a summer head cold or the world's worst allergy attack. Either way, it makes me cranky.

Go get some airborne. It works wonders.

After my physics final, I spoke with my physics professor and he told me that I solved the hardest question on the final in the hardest way possible. WHY DID I NOT REMEMBER GAUSS' LAW!?

But hey, you solved it.

Rant: Stupid insomnia.

More or less. It took me 30 minutes instead of 5, though.

Damned double integral and various substitutions!

My tools at work are borked. I'm stuck doing e-mails the rest of the night.