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I lost nearly six pounds in 48 hours - though I would not recommend the stomach flu for weight loss.

It was kind of scary for a bit, and I'm still not 100% though at least I keep food down now. My mother claims I didn't have a fever, but I was sweating between vomiting and quite frankly, 'I'll sleep on the dirty shower floor because it's cool' sounds kind of like I had a fever, yeah?

Oh! And this morning I sneeze a giant shot of neon yellow snot onto my wall. Nearly two inches of snot, three feet away! It was impressive. I would win snot Olympics.

Everyone in my house has the plague. I woke up this morning to stumble to the bathroom only to find it covered in vomit. This is the part in the zombie films where we start dying like flies and reanimating with a hunger for braaaains.

In other news: my brother and I started watching I, Claudius, which is so our favorite two episodes in that I am about to shamble out to get the other disks from the library. DO NOT SPOIL US. I mean, other than obviously, rocks fall and so does Rome. We want to be surprised when our favorite BBC actors show up.

My brother has a crush on Livia, I think. My brother has excellent taste.

Also, because I'm sick, I've been watching Star Trek fanvids all day long. Here are my new favorites:

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First, I had a fight with my mom who abandoned me all day. This sucked because I had to deliver art to the Cheyenne campus of CSN by four. Luckily, I called Shane and he took me.

Shane and Noelle and I went to get birthday pastry at the Bellagio. I had Key Lime. It was delicious. Then we walked through the brand new City Center. It feels like being transported to some other city that's a little bit more real than ours. The mall has the most AMAZING public sculptures. One is a collection of, uh, ice rods, that make a mysterious humming noise as they drip and melt. The other is a set of tubes, filled with water of various heights and volumes, each with a constant spinning tornado inside of it. You could stare at it for hours.

Despite being dressed up, there were a bunch of Vogue people there (because this was opening night) and I felt fat and awkward. Especially since half the audience were real honest to God 'didn't I see you in last month's Givenchy spread in Glamour' types. One guy was so damned good looking that Noelle and I stopped in our tracks, and then asked each other: "Is he real?"

Oh, and half the stores are not open. And the mall itself (called 'Crystals') has this weird fucking layout which means you spend more time walking to an escalator to get to a level than you do past shops. Which I think can't bode well for it as a retail experience.

It is a lovely building, though.

After the mall, we split up. Noelle and I both have gallery shows to set up tomorrow. Thus ends my 25th birthday - which I had a lot of reservations about, so low key worked for me. Maybe next year I'll have a party at a bar or something.

'Cause God knows I ain't got any moneys... but it's a cool idea.

So, on Tuesday my brother broke his arm in gym class. A kid pushed him over and he fell hard, breaking his radius and ulna at the wrist. After a bunch of hospital visits, and much handwringy grief from my crazy ass mother, he had in-and-out surgery where they put four rods down his arm.

My brother was in a lot of pain, so he didn't even make it to the Lakers game last night. (Lakers won, but it was almost a squeaker.)

I think I had other things to say, and I know I owe you all a big Star Trek post, but that's the major news. I'm continuing to work on Bird Poo, the zine for the Las Vegas Valley Comic Fest. It's coming along. OH! theshakedown, can you get me a scan of one of my old comics? Do you still have them?

Three quick things:

1. Drunk: A Comic About Bar Stories is supposedly out today. If you want one, I would order soon as I don't think the print run was that massive.

2. Filled the moped with gas today for the first time - ha ha, 2.10 in Premium filled it up. (I thought I had done something wrong for a while, though, as the fuel gauge is like something from the stone age. It seriously took half an hour before it was all 'oh yeah, thanks for the gas'.)

3. If you haven't heard, Cinevegas has canceled 2010. My reaction to this has basically been a very Las Vegas style shrug of the shoulder. What can you do, y'know?

So I bought a moped, a cheap Chinese one on sale. I drove it to school and ran errands today and everything - check out my new fierce independence. It's black and orange, after taking some twitter suggestions I decided to call it Hobbes.

It doesn't go very fast, which is noticeable as I plug up the hill of Charleston. I already am torn between wanting it to go faster and being afraid of my absolutely rubbish motorcycle driving skills. Beatles moment: I've got to admit I'm getting better, a little better, all the time.

The rest of the money I'm going to put towards making a zine to sell at the Comics fest on November 7th, and some other assorted art supplies I should probably have, like a decent digital camera. Also, gas and coffee.

On the school front, I decided to transfer to UNLV next semester, and hopefully they'll let me take out my full Stafford so I can have my SAIC credits. I am not very patient, but I am methodical? We'll see how it goes.

My aunt Robyn is in town so we're having a holiday BBQ. Later.

Ugh, my Stafford loan processed and it's only two thousand dollars, which is remarkably short of the eight grand I need to pay off SAIC so I can free up my credits. CSN, why? Why must you pro-rate my financial aid to the amount of credits and cost of your school?

*cries upset* I have to go to class now. I am unhappy. I am never going to get back to Chicago. :(

Tonight my dad had tickets to Bette Midler's show at the Colosseum. While I don't know if I ever would pay a hundred something dollars to have seen this on its own, I really enjoyed it. There's a big band and flouncy costumes and showgirls. You can tell Midler has a lot of love for classic Vegas shows - the dancers have a couple of numbers on their own and I think I WOULD have paid a hundred something dollars to see 90 minutes of their numbers.

I think Midler's jokes are a little funnier than her songs. Sadly, she did not do 'I Put A Spell On You', which is what I really, really wanted to see. 'Hocus Pocus' is the best Halloween movie EVER.

Mainly I'd like to complain about my mother, who afterward sniffed that she wished she had went to church instead. No appreciation or ability to just enjoy a show, my mother.

I wore some new clothes, because I went out to Target to buy this awesome red plaid fedora that had been taunting me. And then I needed something that went with the fedora. I also got a house dress and some lazy slacking around the house pants.

Ted Kennedy.

I was having an awesome day. As true blue Democrats (except for my mother), we are all very crushed. (But no so crushed that the second thing my brother said, after a truly heartfelt sniffle and open jaw of shock was: "Dude, we all just scored on deadpool.")

My awesome day: I went to life drawing session at the CAC with Abby and her friend Tyler, who is pretty awesome and I'm glad to have met him. It was a very serious class, I did some good work despite being starving. After, her mom took us out for Blueberry Hill which was totally perfect since I had skipped dinner to make it to the session in time.