nirix5: (sephiroth- bullshit and ponies)
I have to figure out a way to keep the cats away from me while I sleep. Vala will sleep with me through the night, but Freya is nocturnal and she'll lick my face, chew my fingers, and knead my neck and arms with her little claws all night long. Once the birds start chirping, Vala is trying to get me up so I will feed her by licking and biting my eyes and knocking my cell phone off the table (she knows it doubles as my alarm clock, and when she does that it drives me NUTS.)

Today I've gotten six hours of bad sleep, and I'm probably going to be showing all day (they moved me from legal to rental. I'm not too much of a fan of this, but whatever.) Once Dave comes on next week to be rental agent full time, I'll be back to my normal schedule of office work from noon to 4:30, and then showing apartments evenings and Saturdays. I will be happier once this happens.

Also, attempts to get into grad school proceed apace. I had my GRE scores sent over yesterday, and paid my application fee. All I have to do now is mail in my statement of purpose, CV, and figure out what's up with my recommendation letters- ugh. This is a little too last minute for comfort for me, but Karen (my advisor) is right- it would be dumb to take a year off now.

Alas for my year off and doing all the stuff I wanted to do. Woe.

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nirix5: (sephiroth- bullshit and ponies)
I have to figure out a way to keep the cats away from me while I sleep. Vala will sleep with me through the night, but Freya is nocturnal and she'll lick my face, chew my fingers, and knead my neck and arms with her little claws all night long. Once the birds start chirping, Vala is trying to get me up so I will feed her by licking and biting my eyes and knocking my cell phone off the table (she knows it doubles as my alarm clock, and when she does that it drives me NUTS.)

Today I've gotten six hours of bad sleep, and I'm probably going to be showing all day (they moved me from legal to rental. I'm not too much of a fan of this, but whatever.) Once Dave comes on next week to be rental agent full time, I'll be back to my normal schedule of office work from noon to 4:30, and then showing apartments evenings and Saturdays. I will be happier once this happens.

Also, attempts to get into grad school proceed apace. I had my GRE scores sent over yesterday, and paid my application fee. All I have to do now is mail in my statement of purpose, CV, and figure out what's up with my recommendation letters- ugh. This is a little too last minute for comfort for me, but Karen (my advisor) is right- it would be dumb to take a year off now.

Alas for my year off and doing all the stuff I wanted to do. Woe.

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nirix5: (marie antoinette cake)
Paper due tomorrow.
Status: not started finished.

Paper due next Thursday.
Status: Needs to practically be rewritten revising.

Prof. S sang songs in Latin today.
Status: INSANE FANGIRLAGE Must give him copy of Advent: One Winged Angel.

Final exam next Thursday in EMA.
Status: I do not care about the internal debates of Boethius Study group planned.

Will be working at both BBW and Coastel over the break.
Status: If I don't find that picture of Kobe Carol will kill me If they messed up the scheduling thing I'm going to kill them I like money.

Christmas is coming.
Status: KILL KILL COOKIES EGGNOG KILL KILL EGGNOG? I like eggnog. Presents are not happening until New Year's. I win at retail, wah-hoo!

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nirix5: (marie antoinette cake)
This week I'm a receptionist. The office I'm working for does social work. They have 15-20 various programs dealing the the justice, youth, and health systems.

This has its ups and downs. I answer phones. I hand out stickers that say "visitor." I route calls where they're supposed to go. I surf the internets. I have unlimited access to the water cooler. I open the mail and stamp "received" on it. I am a receptionist prodigy, apparently, because I picked all of these things up in a matter of hours. They still poke their heads into the front, asking if I'm sure I'm handling this okay?

I get hit on a lot. In three days, I've had three invitations to lunch, five "what's-your-situation" discussions, two "call me's?" and an innumerable amount of moo eyes and attempted flirting.

I don't particularly like it. Generally I get that sort of thing on the bus stop, but at least there I'm somewhat protected by my giant headphones of death and my amazing ability to look at nothing and pretend I don't hear anything. I can't really do that behind a desk. Thankfully the people that come in are ususally headed to the back quickly, so they don't have an excuse to stand around and chitchat.

Everyone there is nice, both the employees and the clients. I really hope this assignment lasts more than two weeks.

...

I've had the sinus headache from hell this week. Is it the weather? (Probably.) Is it being in stale office air all day? (That too.) All I know is I'm sick of feeling sick. I've thrown up every day. I'm feeling a little better right now, but only when I don't move for a while, and how the hell is the laundry going to get done and the house going to get cleaned when I'm in this condition?

...

Quinn still looks like Duncan. More than ever, now. Phil and I were watching Edward II on Sundance last night, and at one point Edward (Duncan/Steven Waddington) walks out of the shadows dressed in a tuxedo. We started screaming because it looked exactly like a picture of Quinn in his tuxedo. Tamara thought it was eerie and went back downstairs. Quinn was amused until Phil blurted out that Edward II was gay, and then Quinn was like, I look gay to you? and pretended to be hurt.

At some point I'll get screencaps and that picture posted.

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This morning I was accused of looking like a stripper. I had on pajama pants and my hoodie zipped most of the way up. The only thing other than my hands and face that was showing was the top of my left shoulder.

This isn't the first time people have told me that. My shoulder must have been a stripper in a past life.

It's just my cross to bear.

...

Binghamton: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Oneonta: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Cornell: In order to finish processing your application we need [holy random list of shit batman!] Also, in order to waive the use of your parents' financial information, we need all of your parents' financial information.

Me: Bzuh?

...

I need some cake.
nirix5: (sephiroth- bullshit and ponies)
Sick. Possibly dying. Hopefully dying, as feel like floor of taxicab.

Had a headache since Monday, managed to shake it for a grand total of three hours the night before last by overdosing on ibuprofen, and it came back yesterday morning. Now I've got an upset stomach and hella stuffiness on top of that.

Kill me, please, someone.

In other news, got a job. Temping. Wheee. But hey! $9/hr, go me.
nirix5: (rent- tie you up)
Gonna be a busy day today. I leave for school in ten minutes, and then pretty much go directly to work from there- my hours are 6-close tonight. I hate closing because I'm tied to the bus schedule, and I'm always afraid I'll piss off one of the managers if I'm all anxious to leave. Last time I stayed almost til (or after- I can't remember) 11. Luckily Manda was picking me up, but still. I doubt that anyone there wants to drive my bus-riding ass home.

In other news...

Got my philosophy midterm back. Grade: 90. Don't ask me how the fuck I pulled THAT one out of my ass. That midterm was a true test of my bullshitting ability.

Socrates: Now I've proved that you're a mental defective-
Euthyphro: Shut the fuck up, Socrates.
nirix5: (B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
Q and I went to see Casanova yesterday. That movie is teh shitz. And the period costumes... *drools, eyes roll back in head* The point is, I need some Casanova icons, and I need them now, before I go into some kind of medical shock.

Life otherwise continues on as it has for the past semester. Which is to say, crazily.

Quinn is now living with Christie and her parents, since they are no longer living at the apartment and are in the process of getting a new one. Hams have been thrown out. Angst has been had. Q at least has spectacular shiny garnet-colored knee high goth boots of DOOM with which to console himself. They make him drastically tall. Like, my-eyes-meet-his-chin tall.

Meanwhile, work calls me and tells me not to come in on Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday morning work calls my house fifteen minutes after I'm supposed to be there, wondering where the hell I am. I make frantic calls from the WalMart parking lot to straighten shit out. This is the kind of thing that happens when the bosses forget to talk to each other. I can just see Audra rolling her eyes, somewhere off in the background.

Other work is functioning normally. For them. Bill gave me a New Testament thinger the other day, explaining very nicely that we're all works in progress. John tells me that I don't eat enough, that I eat too much chocolate, that I'm messy and a child and he can't believe that at my age he still has to clean me up when I eat s'mores on break.

(John. HELLO. I was totally going to lick the chocolate off of my fingers; you didn't have to attack me with a wet paper towel.)

Christie and I went skating at Clinton Square a few nights ago. It was fun, if weird. I haven't been on the ice in about five years. Luckily we got to get on right after they cut it, so we had some smooth ice for about five minutes before it got torn to hell. Some random man with a giant fro stood to one side of the rink, exhorting us to "find a corner and claim it, girl. You just claim it. Those hockey brats will cut your ankles off. They go so fast! ...Cut your ankles off."

I did better than I thought I did with finals etc. Grades were:

Psychology: A
Anthropology: A
Special Investigations: A
Ballroom Dancing: A
Algebra: B
Criminalistics: B

Final Average: 3.6
Made the Dean's List. Whee.

Next semester's classes are as follows:

Physics
French I (with Q)
Watercolors (with Q)
History of Western Civilization
Creative Writing (fiction)
Creative Writing (poetry)

The schedule itself sucks; I'm going to be at school from six in the morning to ten at night on Tuesdays and eight something on Thursdays. M,W,F are reserved for work. This whole thing both enables and forces me to move out. So, I'm moving in with Q, Christie, and Gerard at some point in the near future. My mom knows. My dad does not. GAH. Not a conversation I'm looking forward to.

OMG! It's Friday the 13th. Way to be perceptive, Feath.

Christmas
Quinn and I went shopping for everyone on Christmas Eve. This was one of those DOOM holidays for me- i.e., I've never had a serious boyfriend over Christmas. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. How to handle presents? At some point during my minor fit over this issue, Quinn logically pointed out that we should just get a joint gift for each family. (Holdiay splitting! I'm becoming a pro at this! Thank god for different dinner times) For his family we got room scent stuff and a Santa candle. For mine we got a candle in a glass holder and a bag of rocks. The bag of rocks was supposed to be a joke gift, but my mother just went into raptures over it. She loves rocks. Loves them to the point that she moved the rocks from our old house to our new one. It was yay.

Dropped Q off at work on the way home from the mall. Then I collapsed on the couch and took a nap parallel to the Christmas tree, which was taking its own nap on the floor. At some point the tree got put up. At six, I picked Q up from work, came home, decorated the tree, half-watched 1941, and went to church. The pook kid just wanted to sleep. SLEEP!!! HA! Not in this household. He's lucky there aren't any relatives around here; then there seriously wouldn't be any sleep.

Christmas was fun. Got lots of stuff- CSI Season 2 from Q OMGWHEE!!!!! "Tiaras" and a cool royal shirt from Kirstin SQUEE!!!!! Jeannette sent me a giant book of Elizabeth Taylor's jewelry. Kelsey got me a necklace and pickles (which were all eaten in like, two days.) Quinn's mom got me a bouncy Christmas tree candle. There are other things, too, and although I'm looking right at the pile of them, I'm too lazy to list them all. I gave Quinn a necklace and the Skeleton Key ST; he got slippers and gloves from my parents.

We went to Q's mom's house for dinner. It was really nice. Quinn got lots of stuff there, and picked up some stuff that he had left there when they moved. After everything was finished, we went back to my house for Chinese food and zombie movies, which has got to be the best Christmas tradition ever. At some point I made cookies. They were very good-tasting failures, however.

Exeunt Christmas. On to New Year's.

New Year's
Got totally, incredibly wasted. I only remember bits and pieces- mainly, the angst over the fact that they kept moving the damn champagne bottle out of my reach.

Had my first hangover ever.

Hangover aside, I had a great time.

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Is that enough of an update for you? I'm going to start hitting this thing up every day again, or else I won't remember all the crazy things I did when I'm eighty.
nirix5: (v. weird day (brass/sexy kitty))
100 on Algebra test, A on Anthropology test. Incidentally, Professor Keenan is coming with us to Tosca. We discussed details, formalwear, and tiaras during a fire drill earlier today.

If there had been a fire, we would all have died trying to get down the stairwell. I feel kind of apathetic about that.

John picked me up for work after class. He accused me of being a spoiled princess/prima donna, as per usual. Possibly freaked out the new guy with the spoiledness. "WTF? She just waltzes in here in the middle of the day, steals eats John's cookies, and Bill is giving her a ride home? She only got here like, an hour ago!" See, though, he doesn't know that I've been working there on and off for almost four years now.

John approves of my running away with the Gypsies.

OMG Quinn rode on my bus this morning! Which he hasn't since like, last fall! It was such a wonderful yay squee suprise!

Then we got breakfast in the cafeteria, which is way more bang for your buck (and better tasting) than lunch is. Q and I split an omlette and some French toast, and kind of split it with Brandon, although we wound up feeding him with our forks. It was funny, he'd just hold his mouth open and wait for someone to put food in it.

This disjointed entry has been brought to you by some serious lack of sleep. Excuse me while I go remedy that.
nirix5: (v. weird day (brass/sexy kitty))
For instance, I was supposed to be vaccuuming the office yesterday, but wound up showing John (my boss) Rotten.com and talking him into buying a demotivator poster from despair.com for another coworker. So as we're standing around looking at pictures of naked!Ahnold and various gruesome crime scene photos, Dad walks in.

John tells him that he doesn't really approve of Quinn (or specifically, his ponytail) but that Quinn's mother is pretty hot. We spent the next hour and a half talking about how Quinn's mother is hot, how my mother kills people when she's mad, convents and how I almost wind up in them, and my work schedule.

Later that night, I tried to explain some quantum physics stuff to Quinn and he actually listened to me. I don't know how much he actually grasped, but he listened, and it was just a cool conversation. Started out somewhere in the realm of cats in boxes (which everyone knows is a favorite theory of mine, thank you Mark Wilson, wherever you are) and ended up on The Last Samurai and perfect cherry blossoms. Kind of.

My character actually did things in game last night, in a peripheral sort of way, but the part where it got really odd was the whole OOC ride home thing. Tim didn't know what he was doing after game and didn't want to go all the way out to B'ville, and Jeremy was going to B'ville but he was leaving like RIGHT NOW, so Quinn called his mom and asked if I could stay over there.

She said yes, but on one condition. We could have sex, but we couldn't wake up in the same bed.

Now, this leaves me with a giant WTF? in a thought bubble over my head. Sex= okay, but sleep= OMGDOOM. Which kind of negates the whole thing, since we were both exhausted and nothing would have been going on anyway.

Wound up getting a ride home with Tim anyway, since everyone decided to call game relatively early and not do anything after. So, yay for avoiding potentially awkward situations.

And my parents are SO happy with the "I decided to come home vs. going home with Quinn" turn of events that they're practically dancing. Well, my dad is, anyway.

Bah. It's not like I was giving up on him or anything, it was just the ride schematics that were in question. Plus there's only two B'ville buses on Saturday, and I didn't know when they were.

Still trying to get the car for today/tonight, though. Dad is working today, tomorrow, and Monday, so I don't know how it's going to work logically, but I told him about how Manda is on bed rest and bored and he sympathizes. And they are inducing labor on Monday OMG!!!! BABY!!!! So I told him how I should really spend some time with my Baby Momma, cause that's my job and all.

I love surreality. Everything's so chill, but still off the wall. This is probably what some drugs are like.
nirix5: (v. weird day (brass/sexy kitty))
For instance, I was supposed to be vaccuuming the office yesterday, but wound up showing John (my boss) Rotten.com and talking him into buying a demotivator poster from despair.com for another coworker. So as we're standing around looking at pictures of naked!Ahnold and various gruesome crime scene photos, Dad walks in.

John tells him that he doesn't really approve of Quinn (or specifically, his ponytail) but that Quinn's mother is pretty hot. We spent the next hour and a half talking about how Quinn's mother is hot, how my mother kills people when she's mad, convents and how I almost wind up in them, and my work schedule.

Later that night, I tried to explain some quantum physics stuff to Quinn and he actually listened to me. I don't know how much he actually grasped, but he listened, and it was just a cool conversation. Started out somewhere in the realm of cats in boxes (which everyone knows is a favorite theory of mine, thank you Mark Wilson, wherever you are) and ended up on The Last Samurai and perfect cherry blossoms. Kind of.

My character actually did things in game last night, in a peripheral sort of way, but the part where it got really odd was the whole OOC ride home thing. Tim didn't know what he was doing after game and didn't want to go all the way out to B'ville, and Jeremy was going to B'ville but he was leaving like RIGHT NOW, so Quinn called his mom and asked if I could stay over there.

She said yes, but on one condition. We could have sex, but we couldn't wake up in the same bed.

Now, this leaves me with a giant WTF? in a thought bubble over my head. Sex= okay, but sleep= OMGDOOM. Which kind of negates the whole thing, since we were both exhausted and nothing would have been going on anyway.

Wound up getting a ride home with Tim anyway, since everyone decided to call game relatively early and not do anything after. So, yay for avoiding potentially awkward situations.

And my parents are SO happy with the "I decided to come home vs. going home with Quinn" turn of events that they're practically dancing. Well, my dad is, anyway.

Bah. It's not like I was giving up on him or anything, it was just the ride schematics that were in question. Plus there's only two B'ville buses on Saturday, and I didn't know when they were.

Still trying to get the car for today/tonight, though. Dad is working today, tomorrow, and Monday, so I don't know how it's going to work logically, but I told him about how Manda is on bed rest and bored and he sympathizes. And they are inducing labor on Monday OMG!!!! BABY!!!! So I told him how I should really spend some time with my Baby Momma, cause that's my job and all.

I love surreality. Everything's so chill, but still off the wall. This is probably what some drugs are like.
nirix5: (love l-u-v (iharthdarth))
Today, thus far, has been singularly uninteresting. Went to work, ate some "eh" pizza, answered phones, fixed some batteries, listened to The Killers. I started the new Fidelma book on break. Carl gave me a ride to the bus stop. Now I'm home. I didn't think of anything in particular and nothing unusual came up in conversation.

A wonderful suprise was waiting for me when I came home, though: Survivor's Atonement, a wonderful, wonderful addition to my CSI/LOTR crossover addiction. And, er, possibly the only one, other than what daydreams run through my strange head.

HP:HBP comes out tonight. I'm not that excited because we're # 185 on hold at the library. It's gonna be a couple of weeks, so I figure I'll save my excitement for when I actually get to read it.

Tonight: Vampire
Tomorrow: Doctor's appointment at 10:30
Daniel at 3:30

I haven't seen Daniel since before school ended, and I'm really happy that I'm getting to hang out with him again. *squees*

I think I'm going to go find some food or something. Yay, dinner.

OMFG, Vampire dream craziness! )
nirix5: (love l-u-v (iharthdarth))
Today, thus far, has been singularly uninteresting. Went to work, ate some "eh" pizza, answered phones, fixed some batteries, listened to The Killers. I started the new Fidelma book on break. Carl gave me a ride to the bus stop. Now I'm home. I didn't think of anything in particular and nothing unusual came up in conversation.

A wonderful suprise was waiting for me when I came home, though: Survivor's Atonement, a wonderful, wonderful addition to my CSI/LOTR crossover addiction. And, er, possibly the only one, other than what daydreams run through my strange head.

HP:HBP comes out tonight. I'm not that excited because we're # 185 on hold at the library. It's gonna be a couple of weeks, so I figure I'll save my excitement for when I actually get to read it.

Tonight: Vampire
Tomorrow: Doctor's appointment at 10:30
Daniel at 3:30

I haven't seen Daniel since before school ended, and I'm really happy that I'm getting to hang out with him again. *squees*

I think I'm going to go find some food or something. Yay, dinner.

OMFG, Vampire dream craziness! )
nirix5: (snark of the west (duncan/hawkeye))
Yesterday was one of those horrible/apathetic/indifferent-to-life yet doing-somthing-drastic- about it type of days. Example: wow, my fingernails look messy. I think I'll cut my fingertips off to take care of the problem.

The cause of this mood, in part, was working on drivers. I hate them, they hate me, end of story. Then John was telling me Why I Should Not Move Out This Year, Dammit Heather.

But! I managed to pry the truck out of Dad's cold, dead fingers and picked Quinn up from work (after waiting to pick up Mom at work for forty five minutes, and then making an ice cream and movie run for Dad. BAH.)

I walked into Wal-Mart and found Scott, Kyle, and Tim hanging out in the [closed] Radio Grill, and Quinn and I hung out with them for a while until Scott had to go back to work. Enter more hijinks in the parking lot. I wanted to push Kyle around in a shopping cart with the front of the car, but he chickened out and jumped away. To which I say "sissy" and turn my crazy Tejano music up louder.

Turns out, Tim and Kyle know Andy from the blacksmith booth at the Ren Faire. I was like woah! I know Jim and Tom! And they were like whoa! We don't know them, but Andy and Tom and Jim must all know each other! Dude!

Hmmmmmmmm. I so want to go this year. To spend the money, or not, that is the question. The ouija planchette is slowly moving towards yes. Maybe. I don't know.

Also introduced Quinn to brie cheese. He ate it, so I'm assuming he liked it, but he seems to eat anything but olives, so who knows.
nirix5: (snark of the west (duncan/hawkeye))
Yesterday was one of those horrible/apathetic/indifferent-to-life yet doing-somthing-drastic- about it type of days. Example: wow, my fingernails look messy. I think I'll cut my fingertips off to take care of the problem.

The cause of this mood, in part, was working on drivers. I hate them, they hate me, end of story. Then John was telling me Why I Should Not Move Out This Year, Dammit Heather.

But! I managed to pry the truck out of Dad's cold, dead fingers and picked Quinn up from work (after waiting to pick up Mom at work for forty five minutes, and then making an ice cream and movie run for Dad. BAH.)

I walked into Wal-Mart and found Scott, Kyle, and Tim hanging out in the [closed] Radio Grill, and Quinn and I hung out with them for a while until Scott had to go back to work. Enter more hijinks in the parking lot. I wanted to push Kyle around in a shopping cart with the front of the car, but he chickened out and jumped away. To which I say "sissy" and turn my crazy Tejano music up louder.

Turns out, Tim and Kyle know Andy from the blacksmith booth at the Ren Faire. I was like woah! I know Jim and Tom! And they were like whoa! We don't know them, but Andy and Tom and Jim must all know each other! Dude!

Hmmmmmmmm. I so want to go this year. To spend the money, or not, that is the question. The ouija planchette is slowly moving towards yes. Maybe. I don't know.

Also introduced Quinn to brie cheese. He ate it, so I'm assuming he liked it, but he seems to eat anything but olives, so who knows.
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I played the best April Fool's day joke ever on Bill. Bill has two plastic roosters that crow (loudly, gratingly) whenever you pass them, and for months they were set up in front of the doors so he could hear people going in and out from the back of the shop. Eventually they got replaced with a beeping door alarm, but they still crow every time he turns the lights on and off in his office (and thus are still really annoying.)

So I stole his roosters, and left a note on his desk:

"Leave $10,000 in the graveyard at midnight or the chickens get it."

- and signed it with a picture of a dead chicken.

The next morning I (got up way too fucking early) and cooked two Cornish game hens with some potatoes. Dad gave me a ride and I snuck the baking dish into the shop (Carl had turned off the door alarm, so no one knew we were there) and left them on Bill's desk with a note:

"Muah ha ha. Revenge is mine!!!"

John and Bill got really worked up about it, and John finally stormed into the office, opened the baking dish, and was all, "There's your roosters, Bill."

Everyone had a good laugh and they all lived happily ever after.

Except for the roosters, who got eaten at lunchtime.

Go me.
nirix5: (Default)
Sometimes I hate doing this job; this has nothing to do with the job itself but rather with the fact that my hands are able to work without my brain being involved.

I guess it's just and Angst Day for me. I've gone over all the beef with my parents in my head, and it all still stings, no matter how much time passes. Well, fuck it. I think I'll just take off at the end of the week- go on a walkabout or something. Maybe I'll wind up someplace more interesting than this.

In other news I saw a bagpiper on the subway yesterday. This wouldn't have been so memorable except that he wasn't busking around; just sitting there like everyone else, in full bagpipe livery with his pipes on his shoulder. Staring determinedly at an ad for a skin care clinic.

I'm home, by the way. Got in at eight something last night, in a foul, headachy mood from too much sugar and no real food. I blame this entirely on the fucktwat ticket lady, who took half an hour to get two tickets before she could take care of mine, and then went extra special slow, just for me! Thus, my 'go and get a slice of pizza' time went out the proverbial window.

So here I sit, updating, but unable to check my email cause Dad talked John into thinking that Hotmail is eeeevil and full of viiiiirusssssessss. (More angst.)

I think I'm going to the park for target practice tonight.

Oh, yes.
nirix5: (Default)
Still computer-less. However, they love me at work. Not only is John letting me use a high-speed internet access computer, they ALSO have me my very own little heater thing and moved me to a warm corner so I won't be cold anymore. Which is beyond cool. Cause I'm cold an awful lot.

Oh. That disgusting apartment I cleaned up with Carl a few months ago?

It collapsed.

In other news, I have a t-shirt that says "Kiss Me I'm A Pirate." And I'm shelling out a hundred bucks for a sewing machine at the end of the week. Go me.

Lise, your pics are beeeeeeautifullll! Did you get my package?

Devlin, if you stop using your journal I'm gonna beat you up. ;)

Everyone else, I'm on my lunch break, so I don't have that much time to respond to each journal. Therefore, Hi, hello, I miss you.

There's always more to write but never time to do it in. I finally get to update and I can't think of a damn thing to say.

My brain is a stupid pile of mush. It's leaked out of my ears and onto the table.

Legolas, clean it up.
nirix5: (Default)
[Boss] John has declared the shipping room to be Middle Earth.

"This is the inner sanctum," he said. "Where Shobo lives."
"Shobo?"
"You know! Shobo! Or Loto."
"Loto?"
"Loto! Shobo, Loto, Dingdong, those guys with the beards and the pointy hats that you like, the ones that you're always watching."
"Frodo?"
"Yes. Frodo. This is the Little Middle Earth."

...........

Anyway, the computer took a royal swan dive off a cliff a couple of weeks ago. My dad didn't help it any by messing around with things which he had no idea how to use. Example, he deleted the keyboard drivers on a whim cause he didn't know what the program was and decided that it must be a government bug and should be deleted.

However, Joe managed to fix it, but it's still at the office so I don't know how much of, or if any, of my work was saved. Which really sucks considering the amount of stuff I had on there that wasn't backed up on disk. Of course, I could have backed it up on disk, if Dad had given me twenty minutes notice that he was going to fuck around with the damn thing.

In other news, there has been lots of snow and it is very, very cold.

In more other news, I hate shovelling as much as I hate Rush Limbaugh, which is to say, quite alot.

I stayed overnight at Velvet's the other day, after she had her surgery. They want someone with you for the first 24 hours since they're too cheap to keep you in the hospital overnight to do it themselves. We watched Armageddon. I cried. Quel suprise. I thought I might not because it was all chopped up on the commercials, but focusing on Diet Dr. Pepper just made it all worse, somehow. Like it was belittling humanity or something.

Two days later I decided to sell all my worldly possessions and go to California with a notebook and a horse.

Said horse was supposed to be purchased at auction and half dead, but in my daydreams we got there, supporting ourselves by giving pony rides to children after we ran out of money.

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In case it's a long time till the next update, I'll see you all later and have nice lives.
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The point is, I’m tired as hell, but I don’t have to work tomorrow.

Hallefreakinluja.

We started at midnight instead of 4 AM today. It was for the Dreaded School Order- fifty dozen donuts. One fryer, one proofer, seven hours, CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!?!?!?

Finally came home around nine and fell asleep at about two. Woke up at eight thirty, eastern standard time. Missed my voice lesson, but finished The DaVinci Code.

And now here I sit, wracking my brains for something interesting to update with.

Written on Saturday )


Workness:

~ Heidi informed me that her poop is still black, due to the black icing on the Halloween cake I made for her daughter’s birthday on Saturday. “It’s still affecting me! It’s still affecting me!” Her kids thing that this is a wonderful thing. Black poop. Who knew.

~ Joanie ripping a tampon out of her purse, waving it at Ken the Manager, yelling, “You want some lunch, Ken? YOU WANT SOME LUNCH?!?” No response from Ken. He might not have noticed, as his head seems to be permanently stuck in a sand pit.

~ Names. Joanie’s mom was going to name her “Robin Charlane” but when she was born, she said that she had never seen hair and eyes so black on a baby, and right at the beginning she knew that this one was going to be a little bitch. She reminded her of Joan of Arc- thus, Joanie. (Joanie says, “They tell me I was a bitch in my last life. I say, damn right I was a bitch in my last life; I’m a bitch in this life, and I’ll be a bitch in the next!”) Her sister, Trina, was named after a prostitute in a book that her mother was reading around the time that she was born. Interestingly enough, a friend of my mother’s sister-in-law named her daughter Trina (which is a Slavic euphemism for prostitute) and this was supposed to be a big joke on Americans, or something. Which is odd because the woman is American.

WalMartness:

~ I got storage boxes the other night. Yay! And wall adhesive stickers, so I can finally put Aragorn up next to Legolas where he belongs. I need to do that before my cat chews on him anymore. He always chews on Aragorn- not just the rolled up poster, but my Two Towers display box thing, and Mom’s Strider bookmark. There’s probably some hidden meaning there but I’m just too dumb to see it. Or maybe I’m reading too much into things and Aragorn just tastes good.

~ Got more lotion. Aveeno this time. Am shopping around for best kind. Am savvy shopper! Go me!

~ Also got a string of pearls to wear in my hair on Friday night. I’m not giving up on the tiaras, but I’ve worn the ones I have a lot lately, and they’re a little bright with my black dress. I’m breaking out the black dress for the first time ever. Except for that one roll of film, but that doesn’t really count. Anyway, the pearls will match nicely, and I’ll throw a couple of matching beaded strands in my hair for added sparkle.

It stupid, almost. My first evening performance of an opera, and I leave the tiara at home. Oh well.

NewYorkness:

~ Talked to Aunt Sean yesterday. She’s quitting her job around November 7th, so I’m probably going to go down around the 8th. Maybe, maybe, maybe will get to stay over at Grandmere’s house. Which will make me stupidly happy because it’s the loft and I love it.

~ Nothing else finalized. Plans due to change without notice.

~ However, I’m in a good position financially right now, since I just got a forbearance on my loan. Apparently I might get a deferment, since the cut off for deferments is something like a thousand dollars a month, and I only make around five hundred. WOOt!

I still don’t know what to do about Halloween. Tess is going trick-or-treating with one of her friends; she just bought her Legolas costume the other night. It looks really good on her, and god knows she’s got the hair for it. Which means that I can do whatever I want. Mom’s going to help me make a quick cloak, but I don’t know what to ‘go as’ so to speak. I did Odile from Swan Lake last year, although it wasn’t much fun as we didn’t go trick-or-treating. So the options remain open. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

What is everyone else doing for Halloween? Tell me!

And I guess that’s it for now. I’m gonna go grab some food and watch the game. Jeter is SO my bitch. Legolas gets jealous about it.

I think I’ll finish re-finishing my Ghetto Evenstar before I go to bed.

Huzzah!
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Long day today. The grand finale being a sewer backup at the office.

Black goop came right up out of the toilet, wrecking the back. We lost $3200 worth of equipment- and that's not even counting Tom's stuff (cameras, video archives, stuff like that.) So we spent three hours cleaning it up, waiting for the plumber, etc, etc.

The problem turned out to be a FUCKING GIGANTIC SNOTWAD OF DOG HAIR from the dog grooming place next door. Apparently she's been washing it all down the sink or something. Boy is she gonna get it when she comes in tomorrow. The whole building got royally fucked over- the fish take-out place on the end of the block has to close for a week and scrub down with a 100 gallon tub of bleach.

I took a shower already, but I'm going to go take another one. I don't feel clean yet.

Then I'm going to bed. I think I'm gonna puke all over the keyboard if I don't.

Dissssssss-gusting!

I know I have people to call. And a HUGE entry to write, but it's going to have to wait till tomorrow.

Bleagh. Unclean, unclean.

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