My good old friend Becca wrote a non-specific tag about 7 quirks. Since i'm currently bored, I'm going to add my own.
Rules:
*Link to your original tagger(s).
*Share seven facts about yourself in the post-some random, some weird.
*Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
*Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs/twitter.
*List these rules.
Ok, my 7 quirks
1) I absolutely hate other people clipping their nails in public...like at their cubicle next door to me. That kind of stuff should be done in your room or preferably your bathroom. I understand the occasional hangnail, but that's not all 10 fingers and *cringe* toenails.
2) I don't like red sauces. Like Spagettie and marinara sauce.
3) I'm terrified of crabs. The kind from the ocean. They are disgusting and unnatrual. Uncooked crabs have goo inside of their exo skeleton! Goo...Things should not be able to funcion with Goo instead of muscles! I avoid the fish sections at grocerie stores like the plague. I even subconciously move to the far side of the isle when going past.
4) I sleep better when it is completly dark in my room. No light from electroics unless they're red which is the slowest wavelegnth and generally doesn't bother me.
5) I cannot wait to be an aunt. None of my siblings are married nor anywhere near having kids...but I really want to be an aunt. Hopefully only certain siblings however will breed....>.>
6) I need a new computer chair. Mine is broken and has been for three months..........yeah, need to get on that.....
7) If it's due on the first that means it's done on or preferably before the first! No exceptions! No excuses! And it's called being efficient! not a kiss ass.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Modern versions of Christmas carrols
Ahem...
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the city streets
And lots of roadkill meats
And parking spots that never existed before!
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
Dont' forget the bateries
Cause you'll never be able to hear again
for the screams and wails of children
when their toys don't work immediatly.
A very long line for the clerks that loops around the store
And nobody can find the end
Whining brats who demand of this and that
are the bane of every parent and store
And where can you find child size straight jackets?
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the city streets
And lots of roadkill meats
And parking spots that never existed before!
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
Dont' forget the bateries
Cause you'll never be able to hear again
for the screams and wails of children
when their toys don't work immediatly.
A very long line for the clerks that loops around the store
And nobody can find the end
Whining brats who demand of this and that
are the bane of every parent and store
And where can you find child size straight jackets?
It's begining to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the cussing will start
And the thing that will make you grin
is the finger not for rings
Sticking up in the air
Wow, been busy
Starting Thursday, I wasn't able to make it into work. Sure, I could have walked if i REALLY wanted to...but i didn't so i mostly stayed near to my area.
On thursday, i went for a two hour long walk and finally got to Fred Myers's to try and finish up my shopping. However they didn't have 3 of the things i wanted to get. I figured there was still time.
On Friday, I had a nightmare that my dad had had a heart attack so i braved the icy streets and went to visit my parents and my friend Colin. My dad was just fine, but i mentioned my dream to mom and she seemed to take me seriously. Dad was social, probably haven gotten somewhat tired of just Mom's company. He helped me check my car to find out if i could use chains. The manual doesn't reccomend it, but I'm hoping to get a set that fits tightly enought that it won't damage my fenders. But for now i'm just going to be careful and try to stay home as much as possible.
I left my car at my parent's house that night and walked to my friend's colin's house about a mile away (all uphill). Once there it was a lot of WoW playing as Colin tested my knowledge of what he had spent hours testing me. I know i got all the answers right but i didn't use the specified names...just what number key they were attached to, much to his chagrin. :)
I stayed there that night and was woken up on Saturday at about 8 am (note that i went to bed at about 3 or so) by his step dad leaving the back door open for about ten minutes. it was about 9 degrees out. So i went up and stole half of colin's bed and a comforter and finished resting.
Sunday was full of snow. We ended up with snow drifts up to my knee. I mostly stayed in and played wow remotley with Colin and one of his college friends.
Monday, i decided it was not worth it to try and chase after three busses to get into work. So i stayed in again. But long about noon, i took another walk and decided that the roads were mostly slush.
This brought forth an adventure in driving on ice and snow and slush. thankfully, i didn't slide anywhere. But i did see several cars do enormously stupid things. I'll talk about those on another day.
Finally, the shopping was complete! As well as all the wapping and finding creative ways to package gift cards. While taping them to the bottom of a chunk of rail road tie was an immensly amusing gift, it's kind of been done to death in our family. So this year, i can't wait for my brother to open up an at home hair coloring kit or my uncle to open up cold medicine.
On thursday, i went for a two hour long walk and finally got to Fred Myers's to try and finish up my shopping. However they didn't have 3 of the things i wanted to get. I figured there was still time.
On Friday, I had a nightmare that my dad had had a heart attack so i braved the icy streets and went to visit my parents and my friend Colin. My dad was just fine, but i mentioned my dream to mom and she seemed to take me seriously. Dad was social, probably haven gotten somewhat tired of just Mom's company. He helped me check my car to find out if i could use chains. The manual doesn't reccomend it, but I'm hoping to get a set that fits tightly enought that it won't damage my fenders. But for now i'm just going to be careful and try to stay home as much as possible.
I left my car at my parent's house that night and walked to my friend's colin's house about a mile away (all uphill). Once there it was a lot of WoW playing as Colin tested my knowledge of what he had spent hours testing me. I know i got all the answers right but i didn't use the specified names...just what number key they were attached to, much to his chagrin. :)
I stayed there that night and was woken up on Saturday at about 8 am (note that i went to bed at about 3 or so) by his step dad leaving the back door open for about ten minutes. it was about 9 degrees out. So i went up and stole half of colin's bed and a comforter and finished resting.
Sunday was full of snow. We ended up with snow drifts up to my knee. I mostly stayed in and played wow remotley with Colin and one of his college friends.
Monday, i decided it was not worth it to try and chase after three busses to get into work. So i stayed in again. But long about noon, i took another walk and decided that the roads were mostly slush.
This brought forth an adventure in driving on ice and snow and slush. thankfully, i didn't slide anywhere. But i did see several cars do enormously stupid things. I'll talk about those on another day.
Finally, the shopping was complete! As well as all the wapping and finding creative ways to package gift cards. While taping them to the bottom of a chunk of rail road tie was an immensly amusing gift, it's kind of been done to death in our family. So this year, i can't wait for my brother to open up an at home hair coloring kit or my uncle to open up cold medicine.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Attack of the Scrooge
Warning: If you want happy, sweet, joyful thoughts about this holiday season; Do not read further.
I love the holidays, really I do. I love the ice skating rinks and the brisk weather, snowflakes and christmas lights.
What irritates the hell out of me is the whining children, entitled consumers, public family arguments, agressive drivers, and inconsiderate, difficult teenagers.
Since many of you will have seen this, i will only elaborate on one instance of how rediculous Christmas has become this year alone.
Walking through the store one day trying to think of something considerate to get for my brother without a clue where to begin, i began just wandering, hoping my eye would catch on something. I was thinking about a set of poker chips and headed towards the gaming section.
While i was comparing prices I truely couldn't help but overhearing a very loud crash and a child ear splitting scream.
Concerned for what could possibly have made a kid scream like that, i rushed around the corner ready to offer assitance if i could. In the next isle, is a woman trying to pick up toys which had been knocked to the ground by a VERY unruly child of maybe 7 or 8.
I stepped mostly out of sight seeing the mother's frazzled state and not wanting her to feel humiliated further. The mother finished picking up the toys and then picked up what I figured out later to be a Nintendo DS. She handed it back to the child.
My jaw just about dropped clear to the floor when the child started whining again. saying "It's broken you stupid cow" This time the mom managed to capture the kids arm in mid swing as it tried to throw it again. She took it out of the child's hand and tried to mess with it. At that point i figured it was probably pretty broken; having just been launched a good five feet. All the while the child is yelling at the mom calling her stupid and demanding that she get a new one.
When it became clear that it was not just a simple matter of resetting, the mom hurried over to the electronics department which wasn't far away. I couldn't help myself, I followed to see what she would do. To my dismay, she proptly picked out a brand new pink Nintendo DS, pay for it and open it up to hand it to the child.
I was in too much shock to even say anything. This brings the Era of Entitlement to a whole new level. They don't even care about Christmas any more...it's an International Day of the Greedy, Ungrateful, Dissrespctful, Conumeristic Pains In the ASS.
I love the holidays, really I do. I love the ice skating rinks and the brisk weather, snowflakes and christmas lights.
What irritates the hell out of me is the whining children, entitled consumers, public family arguments, agressive drivers, and inconsiderate, difficult teenagers.
Since many of you will have seen this, i will only elaborate on one instance of how rediculous Christmas has become this year alone.
Walking through the store one day trying to think of something considerate to get for my brother without a clue where to begin, i began just wandering, hoping my eye would catch on something. I was thinking about a set of poker chips and headed towards the gaming section.
While i was comparing prices I truely couldn't help but overhearing a very loud crash and a child ear splitting scream.
Concerned for what could possibly have made a kid scream like that, i rushed around the corner ready to offer assitance if i could. In the next isle, is a woman trying to pick up toys which had been knocked to the ground by a VERY unruly child of maybe 7 or 8.
I stepped mostly out of sight seeing the mother's frazzled state and not wanting her to feel humiliated further. The mother finished picking up the toys and then picked up what I figured out later to be a Nintendo DS. She handed it back to the child.
My jaw just about dropped clear to the floor when the child started whining again. saying "It's broken you stupid cow" This time the mom managed to capture the kids arm in mid swing as it tried to throw it again. She took it out of the child's hand and tried to mess with it. At that point i figured it was probably pretty broken; having just been launched a good five feet. All the while the child is yelling at the mom calling her stupid and demanding that she get a new one.
When it became clear that it was not just a simple matter of resetting, the mom hurried over to the electronics department which wasn't far away. I couldn't help myself, I followed to see what she would do. To my dismay, she proptly picked out a brand new pink Nintendo DS, pay for it and open it up to hand it to the child.
I was in too much shock to even say anything. This brings the Era of Entitlement to a whole new level. They don't even care about Christmas any more...it's an International Day of the Greedy, Ungrateful, Dissrespctful, Conumeristic Pains In the ASS.
Friday, December 12, 2008
This is what happens while my brain recovers from burnout...
I spend entirely too much time playing World of Warcraft, watching old movies, avoiding cleaning my very messy room without actually leaving it and apparently come up with another very likely novel idea.
*: I have achieved 4 whole levels in three days. For some this is like what happens in a single day, but that's saying a lot for me. I'm in love with Feline Form for my Tauren Druid. Between Swipe, Claw and Rake....i'm causeing nearly as much damage as the warrior of our party. Still need to learn how to manuver better...i don't know if my computer pseudo laggs or if it's my mouse or just my hand but all of my movement is jerky and disjointed making it difficult for me to manuver. On the plus side, i got a wireless keyboard and mouse...making my WoW obesssion (thanks alot Becca) all the more easy for me to live with.
**:When i was little, my Great Aunt and my Grandma used to come out and stay with us for the summer. I have a lot of good memories of them which slowly started to turn sad as they lost their memories and grew harsh and suspicious. But they did provide me with a great knowledge that i probably never would have come by otherwise....since it was summer and they had control of the TV, i was in charge of putting in all the old movies my mom could find. Things like "The Bells of St. Mary's, the African Queen, Shirley Temple movies, The King and I,...." I got to fall in love with characters when movies were still new. I forgot how much i used to enjoy the raw emotion, and dramatic facial expressions that have all but dissapeared in many of today's films, favored for slap stick humor. A story could be told without words back then... So thanks to Comcast.....i get to relive so many of my childhood favorites.
***: My room is a mess again....I haven't hung up my book shelf. so all my books are in the laundry basket still which means dirty clothes are on the floor. And breaking down the box for my tv meant all the styraphome is still around my room.
****: And yes, somehow my brain has not let go of NaNo. The wheels are still turning. Reading an artical about the odds of their being life beyond Earth, got me thinking. What happens after first contact? Who directs the relationship, how does the mutual learning develop. All these thoughts and all of a sudden i have the basis for another story. >_< no no no! brain stop doing this...i need to finish my current story! oh hell. Maybe i'll write this story instead of script frenzy in April...cause i don't think it can wait until November...
*: I have achieved 4 whole levels in three days. For some this is like what happens in a single day, but that's saying a lot for me. I'm in love with Feline Form for my Tauren Druid. Between Swipe, Claw and Rake....i'm causeing nearly as much damage as the warrior of our party. Still need to learn how to manuver better...i don't know if my computer pseudo laggs or if it's my mouse or just my hand but all of my movement is jerky and disjointed making it difficult for me to manuver. On the plus side, i got a wireless keyboard and mouse...making my WoW obesssion (thanks alot Becca) all the more easy for me to live with.
**:When i was little, my Great Aunt and my Grandma used to come out and stay with us for the summer. I have a lot of good memories of them which slowly started to turn sad as they lost their memories and grew harsh and suspicious. But they did provide me with a great knowledge that i probably never would have come by otherwise....since it was summer and they had control of the TV, i was in charge of putting in all the old movies my mom could find. Things like "The Bells of St. Mary's, the African Queen, Shirley Temple movies, The King and I,...." I got to fall in love with characters when movies were still new. I forgot how much i used to enjoy the raw emotion, and dramatic facial expressions that have all but dissapeared in many of today's films, favored for slap stick humor. A story could be told without words back then... So thanks to Comcast.....i get to relive so many of my childhood favorites.
***: My room is a mess again....I haven't hung up my book shelf. so all my books are in the laundry basket still which means dirty clothes are on the floor. And breaking down the box for my tv meant all the styraphome is still around my room.
****: And yes, somehow my brain has not let go of NaNo. The wheels are still turning. Reading an artical about the odds of their being life beyond Earth, got me thinking. What happens after first contact? Who directs the relationship, how does the mutual learning develop. All these thoughts and all of a sudden i have the basis for another story. >_< no no no! brain stop doing this...i need to finish my current story! oh hell. Maybe i'll write this story instead of script frenzy in April...cause i don't think it can wait until November...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The black cloud has dissapated...and i didn't get hit by lightning after all....
Monday morning, I literally was one broken fingernail away from loosing all sembelance of control. It was like I had a black cloud following me around and it wouldn't go away. It must have seriously been fucking with my brain cause i started thinking things that were horrible thoughts.
On the way home from work i had a moment, i guess you could call it like a premonition, where i was certain i was experianceing a head on collision. I of course was sitting at a red light stuck in "going home" traffic and there was no way for me to go nearly fast enough for my airbag to deploy.
A few blocks later, i imagined that i was biting into something and imagined this searing pain in my gumline as if i had broken several of my teeth down into the root all at once. I shake my head and quickly pull into the nearest parking lot to get control of myself. I mean, these were vividly awful thoughts going through my head. I have no idea what prompted them, but after that they at least left me alone.
When i got home, i quickly darted into my room and got under the covers of my bed as fast as I could and just relaxed. Something about down comfortors just makes me calm down. I stayed there for about 45 minutes and just meditated in my warm little cocoon.
Thinking back over this weekend, i really have to feel proud of myself. My roommate springs on me that she's moving out and i didn't freak out, just started looking for ways to fix it. The tv blew up and i replaced it, my car got hit and i went after the jerk. Once my dad alerted me to my debit card being gone, i took care of it. Every little crisis that came up this weekend, I handled. I didn't go crying to mommy and daddy to kiss it and make it all better. Yeah, i freaked out to my best friend because i was overwhelmed, but i'm human, it happens. But when everything came down the wire, i was able to handle it and do something about it instead of sitting down and wailing about injustice and it's too hard.
Since i've moved out, i don't think my dad's quite come to terms that all of his kids are out on their own now. He's started becomming rather nasty about a lot of things. Telling us we have to deal with it on our own when we come to him for what he used to give sage advice for. Even my sister who was the first one out, has noticed a hostile change in him since I moved out. It was very hard for me to go straight into independence without my dad as a resource anymore even just for advice, or anything.
But this weekend has proven to me that even though i get overwhelmed, i still can buck up and get the job done. It's proving that i can do this on my own if necessary.
On the way home from work i had a moment, i guess you could call it like a premonition, where i was certain i was experianceing a head on collision. I of course was sitting at a red light stuck in "going home" traffic and there was no way for me to go nearly fast enough for my airbag to deploy.
A few blocks later, i imagined that i was biting into something and imagined this searing pain in my gumline as if i had broken several of my teeth down into the root all at once. I shake my head and quickly pull into the nearest parking lot to get control of myself. I mean, these were vividly awful thoughts going through my head. I have no idea what prompted them, but after that they at least left me alone.
When i got home, i quickly darted into my room and got under the covers of my bed as fast as I could and just relaxed. Something about down comfortors just makes me calm down. I stayed there for about 45 minutes and just meditated in my warm little cocoon.
Thinking back over this weekend, i really have to feel proud of myself. My roommate springs on me that she's moving out and i didn't freak out, just started looking for ways to fix it. The tv blew up and i replaced it, my car got hit and i went after the jerk. Once my dad alerted me to my debit card being gone, i took care of it. Every little crisis that came up this weekend, I handled. I didn't go crying to mommy and daddy to kiss it and make it all better. Yeah, i freaked out to my best friend because i was overwhelmed, but i'm human, it happens. But when everything came down the wire, i was able to handle it and do something about it instead of sitting down and wailing about injustice and it's too hard.
Since i've moved out, i don't think my dad's quite come to terms that all of his kids are out on their own now. He's started becomming rather nasty about a lot of things. Telling us we have to deal with it on our own when we come to him for what he used to give sage advice for. Even my sister who was the first one out, has noticed a hostile change in him since I moved out. It was very hard for me to go straight into independence without my dad as a resource anymore even just for advice, or anything.
But this weekend has proven to me that even though i get overwhelmed, i still can buck up and get the job done. It's proving that i can do this on my own if necessary.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Unbeliveable string of bad luck...
Ok, I do believe in Karma, what goes around, comes around and that she is as big of if not a bigger bitch than i am.
Even though my previous post was titled about how evil I am, I cannot believe that had anything to do with this. the girl was laughing the entire time and smiling after her initial mortified look when she didn't know how i would react.
That is in no way possible justification for how unbeliveably shitty my weekend was. I can't make this kind of stuff up....
Friday: recieve a text message. My phone was in my bra because i was wearing coveralls since i was working in the woodshop and that was the easiest place to put it where i could get at it easily. In the process of trying to get my phone, i hooked my finger in my grandmother's necklace and broke the chain and lost the charm somewhere in Home Deopot.
Open the text message and find out that my roommate has decided to take a job in Pennselvania and is going to move out. Now i have to find a roommmate at the worst possible time of the year...the holidays! FUCKING WONDERFUL
Saturday: MY TV BLOWS UP. Like smoke and everything. And my roommate is in the shower so i can't exactly barge in there and ask where the circut box is. It's not THAT old of a tv, but jeeze...not what i want to deal with.
I then later that day broke my heel to a pair of shoes that i happen to really like, not my favorites at least.....Then the damn cat trips me. I swear to god cat if you do that again, i'm going to drop kick you into the lake at our appartment complex.
Sunday: backing out of my parking stall at my apartment (I go slow because i can't see around the other car and i've had a few close encounters so i go very very slow so hopefully another car would have time to see me and stop or at least honk), and another car (who was speeding) glances off of my bumper like he didn't even see my car backing out. He didn't stop untill i pulled out as fast as i could safely and took off after him, so pissed i was about to pull some stunt man style driving to cut him off. Luckily for his fucking ass, he saw i was comming after him and pulled over. He gets out of the car and doesn't even ask me if i'm ok. he just keeps going on "it's ok it's ok" Like it's my fucking fault! uh no buddy, it's your fault for hitting me and trying to run. i quickly write down his liscence plate number on my palm so he can see it just in case he gets the idea to try and drive away again before i'm finished with him. He gets the picture and starts looking at HIS vehicle to assess the damage. I go over to mine and try rubbing the marks now on my bumper. Thankfully, my first stroke of good luck and it rubs off like a scuff mark on lenoium. I'm glad karma is a bitch because his wheel fender had a nice big crack in it. Since he didn't want any information and my car was just scuffed i let him go. And turned in his liscence plate number to the front office so they can cite him for speeding though the residence.
No worries...it gets better....
Later that night i made the mistake of going out (in general) with my buddy Kenny for dinner and to at least laugh some at this whole damn weekend. We decided to get ice cream afterward and i paid. I had decided to not take my whole wallet with me that night and instead had just my ID card, debit and credit in my pocket. Apparently i didn't get my Debit card back deep enough in my pocket because it as i found out later, obviously fell out. I get a phone call about two and a half hours from my dad who's yelling at me. When i finally make out what it's about, i discover that my debit card is missing and someone picked it up. At least they were nice enough to call around in the phone book for people with my last name. Since i'm not listed, they got ahold of my parents who then got hold of me. So i'm getting chewed out by my dad, i can't hear him because a friend of Kenny's and mine brought his pill of a 2 year old (i've never wanted to smack a kid so badly in my life) and she's screaming as loudly as possible, my dad isn't listening to me that i don't have anythign to write with at the moment and if he could just hold on and stop talking for a second i could get something.
In the middle of this whirlwind, i did a pretty good job keeping everything together. but that finally broke me. when i got home I called my best friend and started crying to him. I just couldn't deal with all of it anymore. He calmed me down and gave me a starting point to fix it all.
So today that's what i'm doing. I have a new tv, i got my debit card back, my mom i guess chewed my dad out for yelling at me and told him all that i'm going through so he emailed me to appologize and ask how he could help, my car is ok so i'm not too freaked out about that anymore, and i've basically decided that if one more thing goes wrong today; if i so much as break a nail...i'm going to go home and crawl under my comforter and not come out till spring.
Even though my previous post was titled about how evil I am, I cannot believe that had anything to do with this. the girl was laughing the entire time and smiling after her initial mortified look when she didn't know how i would react.
That is in no way possible justification for how unbeliveably shitty my weekend was. I can't make this kind of stuff up....
Friday: recieve a text message. My phone was in my bra because i was wearing coveralls since i was working in the woodshop and that was the easiest place to put it where i could get at it easily. In the process of trying to get my phone, i hooked my finger in my grandmother's necklace and broke the chain and lost the charm somewhere in Home Deopot.
Open the text message and find out that my roommate has decided to take a job in Pennselvania and is going to move out. Now i have to find a roommmate at the worst possible time of the year...the holidays! FUCKING WONDERFUL
Saturday: MY TV BLOWS UP. Like smoke and everything. And my roommate is in the shower so i can't exactly barge in there and ask where the circut box is. It's not THAT old of a tv, but jeeze...not what i want to deal with.
I then later that day broke my heel to a pair of shoes that i happen to really like, not my favorites at least.....Then the damn cat trips me. I swear to god cat if you do that again, i'm going to drop kick you into the lake at our appartment complex.
Sunday: backing out of my parking stall at my apartment (I go slow because i can't see around the other car and i've had a few close encounters so i go very very slow so hopefully another car would have time to see me and stop or at least honk), and another car (who was speeding) glances off of my bumper like he didn't even see my car backing out. He didn't stop untill i pulled out as fast as i could safely and took off after him, so pissed i was about to pull some stunt man style driving to cut him off. Luckily for his fucking ass, he saw i was comming after him and pulled over. He gets out of the car and doesn't even ask me if i'm ok. he just keeps going on "it's ok it's ok" Like it's my fucking fault! uh no buddy, it's your fault for hitting me and trying to run. i quickly write down his liscence plate number on my palm so he can see it just in case he gets the idea to try and drive away again before i'm finished with him. He gets the picture and starts looking at HIS vehicle to assess the damage. I go over to mine and try rubbing the marks now on my bumper. Thankfully, my first stroke of good luck and it rubs off like a scuff mark on lenoium. I'm glad karma is a bitch because his wheel fender had a nice big crack in it. Since he didn't want any information and my car was just scuffed i let him go. And turned in his liscence plate number to the front office so they can cite him for speeding though the residence.
No worries...it gets better....
Later that night i made the mistake of going out (in general) with my buddy Kenny for dinner and to at least laugh some at this whole damn weekend. We decided to get ice cream afterward and i paid. I had decided to not take my whole wallet with me that night and instead had just my ID card, debit and credit in my pocket. Apparently i didn't get my Debit card back deep enough in my pocket because it as i found out later, obviously fell out. I get a phone call about two and a half hours from my dad who's yelling at me. When i finally make out what it's about, i discover that my debit card is missing and someone picked it up. At least they were nice enough to call around in the phone book for people with my last name. Since i'm not listed, they got ahold of my parents who then got hold of me. So i'm getting chewed out by my dad, i can't hear him because a friend of Kenny's and mine brought his pill of a 2 year old (i've never wanted to smack a kid so badly in my life) and she's screaming as loudly as possible, my dad isn't listening to me that i don't have anythign to write with at the moment and if he could just hold on and stop talking for a second i could get something.
In the middle of this whirlwind, i did a pretty good job keeping everything together. but that finally broke me. when i got home I called my best friend and started crying to him. I just couldn't deal with all of it anymore. He calmed me down and gave me a starting point to fix it all.
So today that's what i'm doing. I have a new tv, i got my debit card back, my mom i guess chewed my dad out for yelling at me and told him all that i'm going through so he emailed me to appologize and ask how he could help, my car is ok so i'm not too freaked out about that anymore, and i've basically decided that if one more thing goes wrong today; if i so much as break a nail...i'm going to go home and crawl under my comforter and not come out till spring.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I truely have my hillariously evil moments...
I had a great celibratory get together with four of the other Eastside Wrimers whom i've been getting to know this last month. They truely are some amazing hillarious people. I'm honored to have had the chance to get to know them and we're all so different but yet we can talk on a variety of subjects and never have those moments of scilence where no one knows what to reply with.
I have to say thought that by far the most exciting and hillarious moment of the night did not occure at the table where we convigned but in the bathroom. The story is as follows:
As i'm getting up from the table, one of the group jokes that, "Oh we're boring you so much that you're gonna leave"
By that point, I had already gotten around the table to where she was on my way to the bathroom. I respond "No, i'm going to the bathroom, unless you'd like me to go right here."
Her quick comeback: "Go right ahead"
Thankfully i had a comeback of my own all ready for her. I sat down on her lap. She kinda sputtered inchoheranty for a couple seconds, and then i got up and we all had a good laugh. However nature was calling so i made my way to the bathroom again.
I go to push open the door to the ladies room and am immediatly asaulted with cleaner by a trigger happy employee who was attempting to spray the door handle on the other side of the door. She get's this moritifed look on her face and freezes in that huddled pose for a second or two while we stare at each other with dumbfounded suprise before she starts babbling applogies.
Too precious a impulse to resist, I promptly throw my arms in the air and yell "I SWEAR OFFICER, I'M CLEAN!" While managing to keep a semi straight face.
Other patrons look around at my back to see what the ruckus is all about.
The poor probably 16 year old employee is turning bright red at this point as I'm trying to not laugh and i go into the stall and do my business. As i'm done, i flip the lock on the stall door and yell again "I'm comming out! Don't Shoot!" sending the poor girl into more helpless laughter as she's still trying to clean the bathroom.
I ask her if it's safe to use the sink. She's laughing too hard to say anything but she points to one of them and manages to nod.
Once i've washed my hands i go to open the door as she delberatly puts down the spray cleaner as if to assure me that she won't spray me again on the way out.
Again, the impulse is by far too overwhelming to resist. As i open the door, i look over at her and say "Thanks for cleaning me out!" and walk past a good number of very confused patrons who are looking at me like i'm crazy.
I love being silly and confusing people. I had my entire group laughing hysterically with the story.
I have to say thought that by far the most exciting and hillarious moment of the night did not occure at the table where we convigned but in the bathroom. The story is as follows:
As i'm getting up from the table, one of the group jokes that, "Oh we're boring you so much that you're gonna leave"
By that point, I had already gotten around the table to where she was on my way to the bathroom. I respond "No, i'm going to the bathroom, unless you'd like me to go right here."
Her quick comeback: "Go right ahead"
Thankfully i had a comeback of my own all ready for her. I sat down on her lap. She kinda sputtered inchoheranty for a couple seconds, and then i got up and we all had a good laugh. However nature was calling so i made my way to the bathroom again.
I go to push open the door to the ladies room and am immediatly asaulted with cleaner by a trigger happy employee who was attempting to spray the door handle on the other side of the door. She get's this moritifed look on her face and freezes in that huddled pose for a second or two while we stare at each other with dumbfounded suprise before she starts babbling applogies.
Too precious a impulse to resist, I promptly throw my arms in the air and yell "I SWEAR OFFICER, I'M CLEAN!" While managing to keep a semi straight face.
Other patrons look around at my back to see what the ruckus is all about.
The poor probably 16 year old employee is turning bright red at this point as I'm trying to not laugh and i go into the stall and do my business. As i'm done, i flip the lock on the stall door and yell again "I'm comming out! Don't Shoot!" sending the poor girl into more helpless laughter as she's still trying to clean the bathroom.
I ask her if it's safe to use the sink. She's laughing too hard to say anything but she points to one of them and manages to nod.
Once i've washed my hands i go to open the door as she delberatly puts down the spray cleaner as if to assure me that she won't spray me again on the way out.
Again, the impulse is by far too overwhelming to resist. As i open the door, i look over at her and say "Thanks for cleaning me out!" and walk past a good number of very confused patrons who are looking at me like i'm crazy.
I love being silly and confusing people. I had my entire group laughing hysterically with the story.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Pulling in the reins
My office is set up as follows:
1 - 2 - 3 .......... 2 is the mail area and one office
4 - 5 - 6 .......... 5 bathrooms and the break room
7 - 8 - 9 .......... 8 conference room and print area
10-11-12
I sit in the lower left corner of 6. My team is dispersed through area 9 and 12
Diana, my co-worker/fellow administrative assistant/ thinks she's in charge of me even though she isn't/ sits in area 9
Diana's boss is in area 1. Her team are in areas 7 and 10. There however are two very minor players to her team in section 12.
As to why she's seated in my team's area....i have no fucking clue.
New development!!!!!
Diana apparently is moving to a cubicle in area 4 that has been empty for oh i dont' know....8 months! :-/
Knowing my boss who's been trying to elbow Diana's boss from putting his people in my boss's area for 3 years....it is highly likely.........*drumroll please*
That I'll get Diana's desk! Which is not only bigger but closer to my team. considering i'm the only one not in my teams area now and i'm the admin.........THIS IS AWSOME!
On the even brighter side: I will no longer have to hear her chatting away wasting time when i know that later she will ask for my help because they "didn't give her enough time" to do the job she was supposed to be doing while she was chatting. and though i know that will still be the case, at least i won't have to hear it.
1 - 2 - 3 .......... 2 is the mail area and one office
4 - 5 - 6 .......... 5 bathrooms and the break room
7 - 8 - 9 .......... 8 conference room and print area
10-11-12
I sit in the lower left corner of 6. My team is dispersed through area 9 and 12
Diana, my co-worker/fellow administrative assistant/ thinks she's in charge of me even though she isn't/ sits in area 9
Diana's boss is in area 1. Her team are in areas 7 and 10. There however are two very minor players to her team in section 12.
As to why she's seated in my team's area....i have no fucking clue.
New development!!!!!
Diana apparently is moving to a cubicle in area 4 that has been empty for oh i dont' know....8 months! :-/
Knowing my boss who's been trying to elbow Diana's boss from putting his people in my boss's area for 3 years....it is highly likely.........*drumroll please*
That I'll get Diana's desk! Which is not only bigger but closer to my team. considering i'm the only one not in my teams area now and i'm the admin.........THIS IS AWSOME!
On the even brighter side: I will no longer have to hear her chatting away wasting time when i know that later she will ask for my help because they "didn't give her enough time" to do the job she was supposed to be doing while she was chatting. and though i know that will still be the case, at least i won't have to hear it.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
In which I finally realize that i haven't cleaned my room in a month
My room is a mess. For a normally tidy person having 3/4 of the floor covered in clothes and a desk that's pilied high with .....what the hell is that?
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I haven't been able to stay focused for hmm going on a week now. e.g: I've sat her for 9 minutes staring at this exact screen.
Now that NaNo is done, hey guess what...time to clean and change stuff.
#1: Fold all the clothes that are spilling out of my rack (i don't have drawers so it's all in those metal snap together cubes in my closet) and off the floor because they're all clean anyway. Make sure laundry basket is empty for use in #6.
#2: Return those rented movies, thank god for Blockbuster not having late fees if you do actually return them. and go through all that paperwork on top of your desk.
#3: Get all food into garbage receptical not in room, take all dishes to kitchen and wash them.
#4: Clean anything not mentioned above until room is at desired level of order.
#5: Vacuum and dust....yes there is such a thing as a dust rag and you can use it without it biting you.
#6: Take all books off of bookshelf and place in laundry basket to make bookshelf easier to hang up on wall with help of dad or neighbor.
#7: Sweet talk said dad or neighbor to help me move the rectangular desk out of my room and over to my dad's workshop.
#8: Cut desk into desired kidney shape, edge with plastic to prevent partical board from crumbling and reattach legs.....somehow.
#9: Sweet talk said dad or neighbor to help me get it back over to my apartment and put it back in room in new arangement that allows me to watch TV and work on my computer without having to turn around! WIN! If all else fails, it is possible for me to do this by myself by why try to cram it into my economy car when neighbor has Ford F150 truck?
#10: Get life back in order.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I haven't been able to stay focused for hmm going on a week now. e.g: I've sat her for 9 minutes staring at this exact screen.
Now that NaNo is done, hey guess what...time to clean and change stuff.
#1: Fold all the clothes that are spilling out of my rack (i don't have drawers so it's all in those metal snap together cubes in my closet) and off the floor because they're all clean anyway. Make sure laundry basket is empty for use in #6.
#2: Return those rented movies, thank god for Blockbuster not having late fees if you do actually return them. and go through all that paperwork on top of your desk.
#3: Get all food into garbage receptical not in room, take all dishes to kitchen and wash them.
#4: Clean anything not mentioned above until room is at desired level of order.
#5: Vacuum and dust....yes there is such a thing as a dust rag and you can use it without it biting you.
#6: Take all books off of bookshelf and place in laundry basket to make bookshelf easier to hang up on wall with help of dad or neighbor.
#7: Sweet talk said dad or neighbor to help me move the rectangular desk out of my room and over to my dad's workshop.
#8: Cut desk into desired kidney shape, edge with plastic to prevent partical board from crumbling and reattach legs.....somehow.
#9: Sweet talk said dad or neighbor to help me get it back over to my apartment and put it back in room in new arangement that allows me to watch TV and work on my computer without having to turn around! WIN! If all else fails, it is possible for me to do this by myself by why try to cram it into my economy car when neighbor has Ford F150 truck?
#10: Get life back in order.
Monday, December 1, 2008
breaking the 69th post
Just found it funny that it's been stuck like that for a while.
Nano is complete, i finished both the word count and the story i was writing for it, Go ME!
I'm tired now, and i almost ran a red light comming back from lunch today. Go ME!
I failed at hanging lights the first time, so i put them outside and they now don't blink the same way....damnit.
Our cat is nuts, and he talks back. I want to smack my roommate for being lazy. Cause there's no way that you can say you've been looking for a job and still be unemployed for almost 6 months when you're trying to be a nanny. Common! after the second month i'd be waiting tables or something just to make some kind of money if no nanny gigs showed up. At least her half of the rent is still getting paid. Now she's starting to talk about looking out of the state. That's comforting. -_-
Oh and never put two Tablespoons of salt in any kind of bread...it's a bad idea.
However whipped honey butter is amazing. I took a good size jar over for thanksgiving and i'm pretty sure it's all gone now. It's great on popcorn too.
Nano is complete, i finished both the word count and the story i was writing for it, Go ME!
I'm tired now, and i almost ran a red light comming back from lunch today. Go ME!
I failed at hanging lights the first time, so i put them outside and they now don't blink the same way....damnit.
Our cat is nuts, and he talks back. I want to smack my roommate for being lazy. Cause there's no way that you can say you've been looking for a job and still be unemployed for almost 6 months when you're trying to be a nanny. Common! after the second month i'd be waiting tables or something just to make some kind of money if no nanny gigs showed up. At least her half of the rent is still getting paid. Now she's starting to talk about looking out of the state. That's comforting. -_-
Oh and never put two Tablespoons of salt in any kind of bread...it's a bad idea.
However whipped honey butter is amazing. I took a good size jar over for thanksgiving and i'm pretty sure it's all gone now. It's great on popcorn too.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Nano post #10 In which i heartily thank people
I have friends who graciously donated their endless time to both assist me with ideas, and talk out problems with me, give supposedly constructive critisism or just stand there with blank expressions on their faces while i suddenly am struck by a eurika moment while in their presence and begin to flail ideas around.
I must give a shout-out to three very special people who have been at the forefront of trying to keep me sane this year while undertaking this endeavor.
Colin Morton: You pain in the ass! How could you get me involved in this and then not do it yourself? Gah! Ok ok, i'm kidding, you've been awsome and this is by far the best thing i could have done for myself. I've accomplished more in less than a month than i had in several years worth of trying to write with the simple goal of "someday i might get this published". I can say for a fact without your pestering and the ability to pester you, i never would have done this. .
Mark Telford (aka: Uncle Marcus): By far the most tolerant of my ups and downs this month, permitting me to interupt his lunch hour to talk out how things might be and reading the newest additions to the story almost every day watching me bassically pick apart his own personal character in order to make Uncle Marcus sound all the more believeable. He's allowed me to basically pester him every single day multiple times when i'm having second thoughts.
John Aridi of England (woo!): inspiration and yet another reason why i agreed to join this headless chicken nonsense. Also a frequent companion on Google chat who let me pick his brains even when he was busy. Not to mention he was a great source of information in to the doings of the mob, personalities, and much needed laughter.
Other shout outs include: Margaret Florio, cousin and editor who drove all the way from poulsbo to see me and help me through some of the toughest times.
Kenny Gray: who made sure i got out to see the sun (or rather i guess it was the moon cause we always met up after work when it was dark out) every once in a while and bribed me with food and a lot of laughter especially about squeaky broccolli...don't ask, inside joke.
And The Eastside Wrimers group that met at Soul Foods and later at Panera in Redmond. Though our so called write-ins became entirely too boisterous for any productivity, i had a blast getting the chance to meet each one of you and hear about your stories.
And another Thank You to everyone who as asked about my story and how i'm doing. it was very heart warming to know that you supported my crazy efforts. I swear, most of you will see me starting to emerge now and accepting offers to hang out or go places.
I must give a shout-out to three very special people who have been at the forefront of trying to keep me sane this year while undertaking this endeavor.
Colin Morton: You pain in the ass! How could you get me involved in this and then not do it yourself? Gah! Ok ok, i'm kidding, you've been awsome and this is by far the best thing i could have done for myself. I've accomplished more in less than a month than i had in several years worth of trying to write with the simple goal of "someday i might get this published". I can say for a fact without your pestering and the ability to pester you, i never would have done this. .
Mark Telford (aka: Uncle Marcus): By far the most tolerant of my ups and downs this month, permitting me to interupt his lunch hour to talk out how things might be and reading the newest additions to the story almost every day watching me bassically pick apart his own personal character in order to make Uncle Marcus sound all the more believeable. He's allowed me to basically pester him every single day multiple times when i'm having second thoughts.
John Aridi of England (woo!): inspiration and yet another reason why i agreed to join this headless chicken nonsense. Also a frequent companion on Google chat who let me pick his brains even when he was busy. Not to mention he was a great source of information in to the doings of the mob, personalities, and much needed laughter.
Other shout outs include: Margaret Florio, cousin and editor who drove all the way from poulsbo to see me and help me through some of the toughest times.
Kenny Gray: who made sure i got out to see the sun (or rather i guess it was the moon cause we always met up after work when it was dark out) every once in a while and bribed me with food and a lot of laughter especially about squeaky broccolli...don't ask, inside joke.
And The Eastside Wrimers group that met at Soul Foods and later at Panera in Redmond. Though our so called write-ins became entirely too boisterous for any productivity, i had a blast getting the chance to meet each one of you and hear about your stories.
And another Thank You to everyone who as asked about my story and how i'm doing. it was very heart warming to know that you supported my crazy efforts. I swear, most of you will see me starting to emerge now and accepting offers to hang out or go places.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
THIS IS WHY I WON'T PEOPLE DRIVE WHEN I'VE SEEN THEM DRINKING....
THIS IS WHY I WON'T HESITATE TO PHYSICALLY WRESTLE THEIR KEYS AWAY...
THIS IS WHY I WILL CALL THE COPS ON THEIR ASS IN A HEARTBEAT...
MY 11 YEAR OLD COUSIN WAS HIT BY A DRUNK DRIVER LAST NIGHT......
FUCK ALL OF YOU DRINKING AND DRIVING ASSHOLES. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK YOU'RE INVINCIBLE WHEN YOU HAVE ALCOHOL IN YOUR SYSTEM. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK I'M OVERREACING.
THIS IS WHY I WON'T HESITATE TO PHYSICALLY WRESTLE THEIR KEYS AWAY...
THIS IS WHY I WILL CALL THE COPS ON THEIR ASS IN A HEARTBEAT...
MY 11 YEAR OLD COUSIN WAS HIT BY A DRUNK DRIVER LAST NIGHT......
FUCK ALL OF YOU DRINKING AND DRIVING ASSHOLES. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK YOU'RE INVINCIBLE WHEN YOU HAVE ALCOHOL IN YOUR SYSTEM. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK I'M OVERREACING.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Nano post #9: in which i see the light at the end of the tunnel
So my genius level is rather high today, or i guess it was last night at 10:30.
I generally write in MS Word, then post it onto Google Documents every day so that my collaborator can read it.
However he called me this morning to let me know that while looking at a copy of a pay pal receipt for purchasing a Christmas gift was very interesting, he was more curious about how the story was progressing. I somehow managed to paste the wrong thing and not notice how drastically different it looked. Go me!
Crossed over the 40k line last night and now I'm in the home stretch. With slightly less than 10k to go, i'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and watching all the little bullet points in my story suddently mesh together in a wierd version of connect the dots. Seeing the lines begin to form between them is making all the late nights and extreme amounts of frustration as well as a almost non-existant social life all well worth it.
Still to do:
discovering of an assasination/terrorist attack,
re-routing bomb,
and the big finally in which i get to thumb my nose at the antagonist and watch their world crumble around them metephorically.
Perhaps a little masochistic, but believe me, these guys have it coming to them.
I generally write in MS Word, then post it onto Google Documents every day so that my collaborator can read it.
However he called me this morning to let me know that while looking at a copy of a pay pal receipt for purchasing a Christmas gift was very interesting, he was more curious about how the story was progressing. I somehow managed to paste the wrong thing and not notice how drastically different it looked. Go me!
Crossed over the 40k line last night and now I'm in the home stretch. With slightly less than 10k to go, i'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and watching all the little bullet points in my story suddently mesh together in a wierd version of connect the dots. Seeing the lines begin to form between them is making all the late nights and extreme amounts of frustration as well as a almost non-existant social life all well worth it.
Still to do:
discovering of an assasination/terrorist attack,
re-routing bomb,
and the big finally in which i get to thumb my nose at the antagonist and watch their world crumble around them metephorically.
Perhaps a little masochistic, but believe me, these guys have it coming to them.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Woohoo for learning HTML
My Widget! This shows you my overall progress on NaNo for 2008.
This shows you how I'm doing at meeting the daily quota (ignore all that red stuff and yeah.....)
And this show's you my percentage to complete:
I wish i could show you my progress report except that it said i was projected to finish in about 13 days (there's only 12 left btw) and um....the dog ate it.
This shows you how I'm doing at meeting the daily quota (ignore all that red stuff and yeah.....)
And this show's you my percentage to complete:
I wish i could show you my progress report except that it said i was projected to finish in about 13 days (there's only 12 left btw) and um....the dog ate it.
In which i am sleep deprived and not in the mood for hypercondriacs.
I'm not usually one that complains about sleep deprivation. I figure if soldiers and doctors and countless other individuals (also known as 90% of the population of Japan) can get by with a severe lack of sleep, so can I.
I love my appartment. It's cozy, my roommate is quite compatable to my habits, the rent is reasonable to my budget, and my room is essentially easily turned into a cave simply by covering one window with a black sheet and thus blocking the light from the entryway which has one of those auto lights. I can't unscrew the bulb, because according to my roommate, that would be dangerous! Someone could use the darkness to try and break into our appartment! Oh noes!
(insert unamused stare)
The fact of the matter is that if someone ever REALLY wanted to break into our appartment, we don't have anything that could really stop them. Our ~snirk!~ secure deadbolt is in a very unsecure doorway with a good deal of light around it. A good solid kick won't prevent much. While we may have a home made trellise blocking the jump onto our deck and thus the sliding glass door, it still wouldn't stop someone determined. And my window is by far the most logical entry point. A quick break, jump a little, and you're in.
Now, on the other hand. It only get's dark at night and both of us are ususally home by night or shortly after nightfall. I'm a light sleeper. I wake up as soon as i hear my very quite neighbor set foot on the stairs. Let alone all the noise caused by trying to break in. You kick in our front door or try to smash my window and before you can grab anything you'll have me after you with my metal baseball bat and screaming like a banshee. And you'll be running from there with somethign broken and me still chasing you.
Perhaps what i am describing is overkill, but i am not a happy person when my sleep is rudly interupted. Just ask my roommate and her frying fiasco at 11pm one night.
And in the event that I am not home. Well, then i truely hope that Katherine baracades herself in the bathroom and remembers that it's only stuff and we both have renter's insurance.
I just prefer to handle things...shall we say........in a more direct approach.
I love my appartment. It's cozy, my roommate is quite compatable to my habits, the rent is reasonable to my budget, and my room is essentially easily turned into a cave simply by covering one window with a black sheet and thus blocking the light from the entryway which has one of those auto lights. I can't unscrew the bulb, because according to my roommate, that would be dangerous! Someone could use the darkness to try and break into our appartment! Oh noes!
(insert unamused stare)
The fact of the matter is that if someone ever REALLY wanted to break into our appartment, we don't have anything that could really stop them. Our ~snirk!~ secure deadbolt is in a very unsecure doorway with a good deal of light around it. A good solid kick won't prevent much. While we may have a home made trellise blocking the jump onto our deck and thus the sliding glass door, it still wouldn't stop someone determined. And my window is by far the most logical entry point. A quick break, jump a little, and you're in.
Now, on the other hand. It only get's dark at night and both of us are ususally home by night or shortly after nightfall. I'm a light sleeper. I wake up as soon as i hear my very quite neighbor set foot on the stairs. Let alone all the noise caused by trying to break in. You kick in our front door or try to smash my window and before you can grab anything you'll have me after you with my metal baseball bat and screaming like a banshee. And you'll be running from there with somethign broken and me still chasing you.
Perhaps what i am describing is overkill, but i am not a happy person when my sleep is rudly interupted. Just ask my roommate and her frying fiasco at 11pm one night.
And in the event that I am not home. Well, then i truely hope that Katherine baracades herself in the bathroom and remembers that it's only stuff and we both have renter's insurance.
I just prefer to handle things...shall we say........in a more direct approach.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Nano Post #8: short one
Thanks to the ingenious Colin and his promts, I now have a climax for my story. It's intense, and so audacious that if i can pull it off, my future readers will actually laugh when reading it. heres to hoping
Current word count: 26,720
Current word count: 26,720
Warning, Funny joke turns crude
I had dinner out wiht my buddy Kenny last night at our ususal place. They have a reasonably priced salad bar. So we get there and Kenny finished his first plate before I did, and when he went to go get his second one, i started looking around.
There was a sign, high up on the wall, for a Grocer. It advertized Fresh Bull Cheese.
When Kenny returned, I pointed it out to him and it started a rather bizzare and crude converstation:
Me: Cheese comes from milk right?
Kenny: Usually.
Me: how do you milk a bull
Kenny: Well, you could, but the resulting cheese might taste kinda funny
Me: I just don't see that as being a good sign. You get a bunch of farmers and tell them you want to milk their bulls. I don't think they'll be too keen on that.
Kenny: it must be that kind of stuff they sell to people who think they're super high class.
Me: ~thinking to myself after returning from getting my second plate of salad~ I just don't see how that is a good ad. You need nipples to milk something which makes the cheese.
Kenny: it would be high in protien.
~me kicks him under the table~
There was a sign, high up on the wall, for a Grocer. It advertized Fresh Bull Cheese.
When Kenny returned, I pointed it out to him and it started a rather bizzare and crude converstation:
Me: Cheese comes from milk right?
Kenny: Usually.
Me: how do you milk a bull
Kenny: Well, you could, but the resulting cheese might taste kinda funny
Me: I just don't see that as being a good sign. You get a bunch of farmers and tell them you want to milk their bulls. I don't think they'll be too keen on that.
Kenny: it must be that kind of stuff they sell to people who think they're super high class.
Me: ~thinking to myself after returning from getting my second plate of salad~ I just don't see how that is a good ad. You need nipples to milk something which makes the cheese.
Kenny: it would be high in protien.
~me kicks him under the table~
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Nano Post #7
Normally i'm the person who's in bed by 10pm simply because, HEY i'm up at 5:30am!
I decided that if i really wanted to win NaNoWriMo that i would need all the time possible. Since I only work 4 hours on friday anyway, i talked to my boss (most awsome guy in the world) and asked for the friday's off. It gives me a three day weekend. I love it.
I think the biggest thing i've noticed with my writing is that i get the most ideas and energy to write after 10:30pm. Last night i wrote until 1:30am and still wasn't tired. I finally caught up with the quota writing 23,485 words before i went to bed last night.
Tonight is the halfway point. 25k tonight or bust!
My storyline i starting to rise to the climax and i suddenly realized last night that I DON"T HAVE A CLIMAX.
I had events all laid out that would keep my readers on the edge of their seats. That woud touch their hearts, get their dander up, or at least their heart rate. and now i'm completely out of ideas for a climax.
FUCK!
I decided that if i really wanted to win NaNoWriMo that i would need all the time possible. Since I only work 4 hours on friday anyway, i talked to my boss (most awsome guy in the world) and asked for the friday's off. It gives me a three day weekend. I love it.
I think the biggest thing i've noticed with my writing is that i get the most ideas and energy to write after 10:30pm. Last night i wrote until 1:30am and still wasn't tired. I finally caught up with the quota writing 23,485 words before i went to bed last night.
Tonight is the halfway point. 25k tonight or bust!
My storyline i starting to rise to the climax and i suddenly realized last night that I DON"T HAVE A CLIMAX.
I had events all laid out that would keep my readers on the edge of their seats. That woud touch their hearts, get their dander up, or at least their heart rate. and now i'm completely out of ideas for a climax.
FUCK!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Nano post #6: in which i crack under the pressure
It's Day number 13.
To stay in line with the quota, i should be at 21,971 words by the end of tonight.
Current word count: 17,251
I'm only currently behind by almost 4.5 thousand words.........>.<
I sit here at work Monday through Thursday this month (because i thought ahead and took all friday's OFF! Go me for thinking ahead!) tapping my fingers on my cubicle desk anxiously waiting for 5 o'clock to roll aound so that i can rush home and start writing again in a vain attempt to eventually get ahead of the quota again. Only to be intterupted by massive amounts of phone calls, a desire to go out to dinner for steak, friends IMing me asking to hang out, or me asking friends what they think about a certain aspect of my story or to have them predict the future 30 years from now.
I talk to my sister about Manhattan and the lifestyle the people live with there. Since she's one of the few people i know that have spent an extended period of time visiting and roaming around Manhattan (she's been going there about once a year since she was a kid). She gets there and blends in almost instantly. When i went when i was 18, i spent the entire time bumbling around terrified of the massive amounts of people, watching my sister expertly navigating the crowds.
There's really only one problem with this tactic. My sister is an annalytical thinker with little imagination when it comes to things that could be as opposed to as they are.
I'm frustrated. I know that eventually i can edit my story once i take my own trip to New York in the spring but I'm finding it hard to write things without a clue as to what it's like. I don't know what the streets i've chosen from my Manhattan City guide oragami map (BEST thing EVER if you go to new york to get is a oragami map) So much to my chagrin, i'm basically basing a lot of my scenery off of Sex and the City.
I really want to just give up, but my competative side won't let me and i know that. I have to win this challenge. I'm not the kind of person that gives up even when it starts looking like a futile task. For some reason i'm begingin to get the impression that starting Thanksgiving night, i'm basically only going to leave my laptop for the bread and water and the bathroom because i will be that far behind.
Oh and as far as cracking under the pressure: I told myself at the begining of this that it would be wrong to write while at work. And until today (at least i made it almost halfway) i stuck with that. However yesterday i was surfing the internet waiting for someone to assign me a task and i finally cracked and opened my online version and started writing again. I made over a thousand words throughout the day.
I know this was bad and not a very good indicator of my generally awsome work ethic but in my defense...all of my work was done. Inboxes were empty, task log completely crossed off, and there was nothing more i could do until the next day not even to get ahead of myself. I even went around and checked with my team to see if they needed an extra set of hands to take care of some of their work. When i recived a No response from every single one of them, i began to write furiously.
Sometimes, i love my job. (when i don't have to work with a single moody person).
To stay in line with the quota, i should be at 21,971 words by the end of tonight.
Current word count: 17,251
I'm only currently behind by almost 4.5 thousand words.........>.<
I sit here at work Monday through Thursday this month (because i thought ahead and took all friday's OFF! Go me for thinking ahead!) tapping my fingers on my cubicle desk anxiously waiting for 5 o'clock to roll aound so that i can rush home and start writing again in a vain attempt to eventually get ahead of the quota again. Only to be intterupted by massive amounts of phone calls, a desire to go out to dinner for steak, friends IMing me asking to hang out, or me asking friends what they think about a certain aspect of my story or to have them predict the future 30 years from now.
I talk to my sister about Manhattan and the lifestyle the people live with there. Since she's one of the few people i know that have spent an extended period of time visiting and roaming around Manhattan (she's been going there about once a year since she was a kid). She gets there and blends in almost instantly. When i went when i was 18, i spent the entire time bumbling around terrified of the massive amounts of people, watching my sister expertly navigating the crowds.
There's really only one problem with this tactic. My sister is an annalytical thinker with little imagination when it comes to things that could be as opposed to as they are.
I'm frustrated. I know that eventually i can edit my story once i take my own trip to New York in the spring but I'm finding it hard to write things without a clue as to what it's like. I don't know what the streets i've chosen from my Manhattan City guide oragami map (BEST thing EVER if you go to new york to get is a oragami map) So much to my chagrin, i'm basically basing a lot of my scenery off of Sex and the City.
I really want to just give up, but my competative side won't let me and i know that. I have to win this challenge. I'm not the kind of person that gives up even when it starts looking like a futile task. For some reason i'm begingin to get the impression that starting Thanksgiving night, i'm basically only going to leave my laptop for the bread and water and the bathroom because i will be that far behind.
Oh and as far as cracking under the pressure: I told myself at the begining of this that it would be wrong to write while at work. And until today (at least i made it almost halfway) i stuck with that. However yesterday i was surfing the internet waiting for someone to assign me a task and i finally cracked and opened my online version and started writing again. I made over a thousand words throughout the day.
I know this was bad and not a very good indicator of my generally awsome work ethic but in my defense...all of my work was done. Inboxes were empty, task log completely crossed off, and there was nothing more i could do until the next day not even to get ahead of myself. I even went around and checked with my team to see if they needed an extra set of hands to take care of some of their work. When i recived a No response from every single one of them, i began to write furiously.
Sometimes, i love my job. (when i don't have to work with a single moody person).
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A post of rants and confusion
I was ready to throw the towl in at 8:30 this morning. a meer hour and a half after i got to work, i was one more catastropy away from grabbing my coat and walking out.
I am too old for Junior high.
I wish certain things were easier to do without hurting someone, pissing someone else off, or in the end not being able to do a damn thing about it.
I can sit here and sypathize with both sides of the parties involved in an argument, but staying neutral drives me nuts. I really want to yell at both of them and tell them they're being juvinile hormonal teenage girls hell bent to cause discord just because they can. They are grown women twice if not more my age. Good GRIEF!
I want to yell at them to stop making everything 10 times more difficult simply because that's the way it's always been done.
But i'm not considered the same level as them because they are exectutive admins and i'm not. i'm the only one who isn't and i'm the next level down. So i need to apparently know my place. Go to fucking hell. You put your pants on one leg at a time...same as i do.
In other news...how do you let down a 19 year old hornball who has been after you fairly agressivly despite frequent gentle rebuffs, for the past two years without hurting him because underneath it all he is a good friend and a genuine sweetheart?
I'm at a loss and i have until tomorrow night to figure it out....
I am too old for Junior high.
I wish certain things were easier to do without hurting someone, pissing someone else off, or in the end not being able to do a damn thing about it.
I can sit here and sypathize with both sides of the parties involved in an argument, but staying neutral drives me nuts. I really want to yell at both of them and tell them they're being juvinile hormonal teenage girls hell bent to cause discord just because they can. They are grown women twice if not more my age. Good GRIEF!
I want to yell at them to stop making everything 10 times more difficult simply because that's the way it's always been done.
But i'm not considered the same level as them because they are exectutive admins and i'm not. i'm the only one who isn't and i'm the next level down. So i need to apparently know my place. Go to fucking hell. You put your pants on one leg at a time...same as i do.
In other news...how do you let down a 19 year old hornball who has been after you fairly agressivly despite frequent gentle rebuffs, for the past two years without hurting him because underneath it all he is a good friend and a genuine sweetheart?
I'm at a loss and i have until tomorrow night to figure it out....
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
WoW post and random rants
Wrath of the Lich King comes out in just a couple of day. I have no idea why i'm so excited due to the fact that my higest level character is level 25 i think? not to mention it is November and i'm writing for NaNo like crazy, and I don't even have WLK on pre-order like all the superfans out there.
I think Rebecca's anticipation has rubbed off on me a little....
In other news, I came accross what i thought was an absolutly amazing picture on the internet today. It was a woman with a real full grown bengal tiger's head in her lap like it was a kitten enjoying it's belly being scratched. I was in total shock at where they would let tourists play with one of nature's most lethal creatures and read further for more information since that's one of my more wild, sorry for the pun, dreams. The picture was taken at the Thailand Tiger Temple (i think Thailand just moved up my list of places to visit a few notches).
Then i started reading about how all the tigers there were "rescued" from poaching and taken care of by the monks. Reading further told me that they were drugged.
The first thought through my head is, hmmm feed them well and drug them and get a lot more money from tourist or have them eat the tourists?
While i don't believe most wild animals should be kept in captivity or drugged, this is one instance where i have to dissagree. The tiger's numbers are still so few, though growing. And poaching is becoming easier with their dwindling habitats. The temple is also breeding more tiger cubs all the time and all the feeding and breeding is funded by the tourist factor. So by taking away a lot of the danger in older tigers, they're able to breed new generations of tigers to help supplement the population.
No doubt, i wish there were other ways. it's still a sad catch 22. But I think it would be by far the most amazing experiance ever to be that close to a creature that could rip me to shreads. and while i might be slightly on the crazt side, i don't have a death wish so as far as drugging them, there could be worse things.
I think Rebecca's anticipation has rubbed off on me a little....
In other news, I came accross what i thought was an absolutly amazing picture on the internet today. It was a woman with a real full grown bengal tiger's head in her lap like it was a kitten enjoying it's belly being scratched. I was in total shock at where they would let tourists play with one of nature's most lethal creatures and read further for more information since that's one of my more wild, sorry for the pun, dreams. The picture was taken at the Thailand Tiger Temple (i think Thailand just moved up my list of places to visit a few notches).
Then i started reading about how all the tigers there were "rescued" from poaching and taken care of by the monks. Reading further told me that they were drugged.
The first thought through my head is, hmmm feed them well and drug them and get a lot more money from tourist or have them eat the tourists?
While i don't believe most wild animals should be kept in captivity or drugged, this is one instance where i have to dissagree. The tiger's numbers are still so few, though growing. And poaching is becoming easier with their dwindling habitats. The temple is also breeding more tiger cubs all the time and all the feeding and breeding is funded by the tourist factor. So by taking away a lot of the danger in older tigers, they're able to breed new generations of tigers to help supplement the population.
No doubt, i wish there were other ways. it's still a sad catch 22. But I think it would be by far the most amazing experiance ever to be that close to a creature that could rip me to shreads. and while i might be slightly on the crazt side, i don't have a death wish so as far as drugging them, there could be worse things.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Nano post #5 and other stuff
So, I fell behind. Way behind in my opinon but not neccessarily so far that i couldn't make a comeback.
In nano news: My main character has just met the guy she's falling for rather quickly though when i get home tonight, something's going to happen to her that she won't be able to think about him very much for quite a while. Will they ever reunite? only my immagination knows....muahahah.
Current word count: 13,429
Should be at 16,670 by midnight tonight to be on track. I think it's doable, just need the right motivation.
Friday was my mom's birthday and this year i finally decided she was going to get the present i've been looking for for three years.
On a side note, i completely give up on the Washington State Cartagrophers office as well as the one for Pierce County. (map makers). They fail at being able to zoom into a given area and make a map. Sure i could get maps where the lake i needed was 4 inches on a 22 inch squared map!....but if i wanted JUST that lake...they couldn't do it. FAIL!
The present i wanted for my mom was a map of the lake she grew up on. Her foster father kept a map with all of his fishing notes on it in his bedroom. When the house went up for sale, the map was taken or destoyed much to my mom's heartbreak. Now we own the house and we spend a lot of time out there refurbishing, rebuilding and updating it. That is, when my mom isn't out fishing.
So after three years of trying to get it for both her birthday, mothers day and christmas, i gave up and finally made my own version of the map. Blew up a Google map, traced it onto tea stained paper, and then painted it with watercolors. The effect was awsome and both my mom and i were very pleased with the results.
In nano news: My main character has just met the guy she's falling for rather quickly though when i get home tonight, something's going to happen to her that she won't be able to think about him very much for quite a while. Will they ever reunite? only my immagination knows....muahahah.
Current word count: 13,429
Should be at 16,670 by midnight tonight to be on track. I think it's doable, just need the right motivation.
Friday was my mom's birthday and this year i finally decided she was going to get the present i've been looking for for three years.
On a side note, i completely give up on the Washington State Cartagrophers office as well as the one for Pierce County. (map makers). They fail at being able to zoom into a given area and make a map. Sure i could get maps where the lake i needed was 4 inches on a 22 inch squared map!....but if i wanted JUST that lake...they couldn't do it. FAIL!
The present i wanted for my mom was a map of the lake she grew up on. Her foster father kept a map with all of his fishing notes on it in his bedroom. When the house went up for sale, the map was taken or destoyed much to my mom's heartbreak. Now we own the house and we spend a lot of time out there refurbishing, rebuilding and updating it. That is, when my mom isn't out fishing.
So after three years of trying to get it for both her birthday, mothers day and christmas, i gave up and finally made my own version of the map. Blew up a Google map, traced it onto tea stained paper, and then painted it with watercolors. The effect was awsome and both my mom and i were very pleased with the results.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Nano Post #4: So not feeling the burn
Yesterday at work i decided that i was going to try and reack 10k words, being a 5th of the way through in 5 days.
I got home last night and so did not feel like writing. My fingers were dissobeying me all day, writing with the worst spelling and grammer i've seen in a long time from them.
Bad fingers.
Then my buddy Kenny called and wanted to hang out. I decided to join him for a movie and to offer my advice on buying his first car insurance.
Yeah, i got just barely 500 words written before i gave up. I just didn't feel it.
I'm still ahead of the NaNoWriMo quota for day 6 (meaning if i didn't want to write tonight either, i don't have to, though i probably will)
Tonight, the Eastside Wrimers are gathering in my hometown for a great collaboration of Nano Minds. I probably will join them for a while depending on how good the brainstorming session goes.
From what i've learned about this group, they identify themselves in the crowded coffee shops with rubber ducks.
Odd i know, but i'm betting it works. There's a toy shop next door to the coffee shop where we're gathering tonight and when i went to check it out, i bought my duck.
It was either one that quacks like donald duck or one that lights up with pretty colors. i chose the light-er-up.
I'll probably arrive at the place an hour early and see if the muse strikes me.
On a side note: I'm really starting to get used to not living at home anymore. My mom went with me when I went to check out the coffee shop. It happens to have a lot of hippie holistic qualities to it. My mom is a devout bible thumping christian and thus was rather uncomfortable with the insense, tarrot, crystals, and mandalas. She walked around with pursed lips the entire time.
My parents had good intentions, i'm sure, but these last three months are full of me doing things i never would have dared do at home. Meeting up with friends late at night on a work night, going to unusual places and being exposed to different ideas.
I swear there is a distinct cut out that surrounds my parents house of places that they never go. It's almost like the rest of the map doesn't fully exist outside of their cut-out. They dont' really explore or meander around.
Dating Joe was one of those things that changed all that. Joe loved to wander around in the car with no real destination. I saw more places in six months of dating him that i had seen in my entire life. I had never been to mt. rainer, or further north than burlington. And heaven forbid we cross the mountains.
Now despite no longer having a boyfriend as a constant companion to go with me, i still feel the urge to explore. To find and see all the things my parents kept me away from.
Quite frankly, i feel distinctly cheated.
I got home last night and so did not feel like writing. My fingers were dissobeying me all day, writing with the worst spelling and grammer i've seen in a long time from them.
Bad fingers.
Then my buddy Kenny called and wanted to hang out. I decided to join him for a movie and to offer my advice on buying his first car insurance.
Yeah, i got just barely 500 words written before i gave up. I just didn't feel it.
I'm still ahead of the NaNoWriMo quota for day 6 (meaning if i didn't want to write tonight either, i don't have to, though i probably will)
Tonight, the Eastside Wrimers are gathering in my hometown for a great collaboration of Nano Minds. I probably will join them for a while depending on how good the brainstorming session goes.
From what i've learned about this group, they identify themselves in the crowded coffee shops with rubber ducks.
Odd i know, but i'm betting it works. There's a toy shop next door to the coffee shop where we're gathering tonight and when i went to check it out, i bought my duck.
It was either one that quacks like donald duck or one that lights up with pretty colors. i chose the light-er-up.
I'll probably arrive at the place an hour early and see if the muse strikes me.
On a side note: I'm really starting to get used to not living at home anymore. My mom went with me when I went to check out the coffee shop. It happens to have a lot of hippie holistic qualities to it. My mom is a devout bible thumping christian and thus was rather uncomfortable with the insense, tarrot, crystals, and mandalas. She walked around with pursed lips the entire time.
My parents had good intentions, i'm sure, but these last three months are full of me doing things i never would have dared do at home. Meeting up with friends late at night on a work night, going to unusual places and being exposed to different ideas.
I swear there is a distinct cut out that surrounds my parents house of places that they never go. It's almost like the rest of the map doesn't fully exist outside of their cut-out. They dont' really explore or meander around.
Dating Joe was one of those things that changed all that. Joe loved to wander around in the car with no real destination. I saw more places in six months of dating him that i had seen in my entire life. I had never been to mt. rainer, or further north than burlington. And heaven forbid we cross the mountains.
Now despite no longer having a boyfriend as a constant companion to go with me, i still feel the urge to explore. To find and see all the things my parents kept me away from.
Quite frankly, i feel distinctly cheated.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My thoughts on the election
Let me preface this entry by saying that i voted and also that i will not reveal my emotions on the winner or the looser.
*cough*Obabma!:D*cough*
I sent in my absentee ballot and then waited with a minor amount of anxiety in my stomach as the results were slowly collected in a sweet across the nation from Maine to Washington.
Granted 98% of it was background noise as i was writing my novel. But i did pay attention to the eloquent acceptance speech delivered by Barak Obama.
The first black man to achieve the presidency and to show the world and our nation just how far we have come in short of 50 years in learning to live peacably with those who look different from us. Regardless of who you backed in this election, you must realize there is a profound impact on last nights results.
This nation has made yet another turning point in it's history. It will never be the same again.
As i watched his speech, however, i found myself distracted at the wide shots showing Obama on the stage. There was what i assume to be bullet proof glass around the end of the stage. And i realize....some things are never going to change. Even people elected by the country are not safe. I shake my head at the beligerance of people i find to be extremists.
"I'm going to leave this country if so and so is elected" (as was told to me in every election i've been conciously aware of, not just this one)
....you'd seriously give up a country where you can speak your mind and not get shot? where anything is possible if you work hard enough at it? We may not be perfect, but i would never give up the rights we have here no matter who is elected. We're still going to have to pay taxes, there are still going to be problems, and unforseen changes that need difficult descisions. There is no avoiding that no matter who is elected. All we really can do is elect the person we believe can best roll with the punches and give the most back for us.
"That canidate is so stupid". Stupid is as stupid does to quote Forrest Gump. Quite frankly, stupidity is in the eye of the beholder. I've heard viscious assumptions, and generalizations and they really just make me roll my eyes.
Here is my quick and dirty opinion of politics. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS A LIAR, A ILLUSIONIST, AND FULL OF BULLSHIT.
YAY for America!
Now, Stop wasting money on ads, billboards and signs that will now rot on the sides of roads across the country because the canidates can't be bothered to pick up after themselves, and let's get this damn economy back on it's feet.
Oh yeah, and has everyone forgotten that we still have Bush until January 20th?
*cough*Obabma!:D*cough*
I sent in my absentee ballot and then waited with a minor amount of anxiety in my stomach as the results were slowly collected in a sweet across the nation from Maine to Washington.
Granted 98% of it was background noise as i was writing my novel. But i did pay attention to the eloquent acceptance speech delivered by Barak Obama.
The first black man to achieve the presidency and to show the world and our nation just how far we have come in short of 50 years in learning to live peacably with those who look different from us. Regardless of who you backed in this election, you must realize there is a profound impact on last nights results.
This nation has made yet another turning point in it's history. It will never be the same again.
As i watched his speech, however, i found myself distracted at the wide shots showing Obama on the stage. There was what i assume to be bullet proof glass around the end of the stage. And i realize....some things are never going to change. Even people elected by the country are not safe. I shake my head at the beligerance of people i find to be extremists.
"I'm going to leave this country if so and so is elected" (as was told to me in every election i've been conciously aware of, not just this one)
....you'd seriously give up a country where you can speak your mind and not get shot? where anything is possible if you work hard enough at it? We may not be perfect, but i would never give up the rights we have here no matter who is elected. We're still going to have to pay taxes, there are still going to be problems, and unforseen changes that need difficult descisions. There is no avoiding that no matter who is elected. All we really can do is elect the person we believe can best roll with the punches and give the most back for us.
"That canidate is so stupid". Stupid is as stupid does to quote Forrest Gump. Quite frankly, stupidity is in the eye of the beholder. I've heard viscious assumptions, and generalizations and they really just make me roll my eyes.
Here is my quick and dirty opinion of politics. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS A LIAR, A ILLUSIONIST, AND FULL OF BULLSHIT.
YAY for America!
Now, Stop wasting money on ads, billboards and signs that will now rot on the sides of roads across the country because the canidates can't be bothered to pick up after themselves, and let's get this damn economy back on it's feet.
Oh yeah, and has everyone forgotten that we still have Bush until January 20th?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Nano post #3
This story I'm writing is unlike anything i've ever written before.
There's no astoundingly beautiful and smart heroine whom everyone's eyes follow like she's a walking angel
There's no mythical creatures tweaked to fit my imagination
There's no humor filled witty dialogue (yet)
There's no magic which defies the laws of physics and corrupt overlords
Yet i'm so involved in my story to the point of near obsession. It's a sensation i don't remember feeling even when writing on my long time work of Elixir.
There's such a momentum driven into me by watching my friend's and fellow NaNoWriMos word counts go above mine, then dip below as i furiously type out the scenes in my head. (except for John, who currently has double my current wordcount :P)
I think Nano was by far the best thing i ever did for myself. My nature is so competitive that i have almost no drive unelss there's some competition involved. I have to win fair and square.
This story base i have is forcing me to look at the classic stories of our time and see what makes them so great. How do we fall in love with characters even if their actions are dark?
In answering that question, i found a truth i had always ignored.
Characters of the great stories are not perfect. They have flaws just like us humans do. They can't be impervious to the emotions that make us, well...human.
Luke Skywalker was had that awkward wonder of a boy growing into a man. The godfather cried when his son was killed. Elizabeth looses her temper with Mr. Darcey. Odeseus longs to return home to see his wife and son.
Now i face the challenge of making a woman strong enough to lead the New York Mafia without losing her ability to appeal to a mass audiance.
*starts drumming her fingers on the table*
Total word count as of right now: 5876
There's no astoundingly beautiful and smart heroine whom everyone's eyes follow like she's a walking angel
There's no mythical creatures tweaked to fit my imagination
There's no humor filled witty dialogue (yet)
There's no magic which defies the laws of physics and corrupt overlords
Yet i'm so involved in my story to the point of near obsession. It's a sensation i don't remember feeling even when writing on my long time work of Elixir.
There's such a momentum driven into me by watching my friend's and fellow NaNoWriMos word counts go above mine, then dip below as i furiously type out the scenes in my head. (except for John, who currently has double my current wordcount :P)
I think Nano was by far the best thing i ever did for myself. My nature is so competitive that i have almost no drive unelss there's some competition involved. I have to win fair and square.
This story base i have is forcing me to look at the classic stories of our time and see what makes them so great. How do we fall in love with characters even if their actions are dark?
In answering that question, i found a truth i had always ignored.
Characters of the great stories are not perfect. They have flaws just like us humans do. They can't be impervious to the emotions that make us, well...human.
Luke Skywalker was had that awkward wonder of a boy growing into a man. The godfather cried when his son was killed. Elizabeth looses her temper with Mr. Darcey. Odeseus longs to return home to see his wife and son.
Now i face the challenge of making a woman strong enough to lead the New York Mafia without losing her ability to appeal to a mass audiance.
*starts drumming her fingers on the table*
Total word count as of right now: 5876
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Nano post #2
Spent most of today sitting in my room typing furiously as the ideas flowed through my head and for a change out through my fingers.
They recommend writing daily 1667 words in order to stay on top of the goal of 50k words.
Today i wrote 3,397 words. *snirk*
Um....yeah, my character rocks all, even at 16 so far.
Thank you Shakespear, thank you John, thank you Colin, and thank you "Uncle Marcus"....
you will love this when it all comes out.
Oh yeah, and thanks Uncle Nick for giving me the idea in the first place...
And the Nano site is pissing me off! you can't get to any page without reloading it about 15 times! It took me 4 hours to try and load my word count. It's rediculous. if this keeps up...i'll probably only update every few days. Seriously Nano people...get your site to work.
Total Word count as of today: 3397
They recommend writing daily 1667 words in order to stay on top of the goal of 50k words.
Today i wrote 3,397 words. *snirk*
Um....yeah, my character rocks all, even at 16 so far.
Thank you Shakespear, thank you John, thank you Colin, and thank you "Uncle Marcus"....
you will love this when it all comes out.
Oh yeah, and thanks Uncle Nick for giving me the idea in the first place...
And the Nano site is pissing me off! you can't get to any page without reloading it about 15 times! It took me 4 hours to try and load my word count. It's rediculous. if this keeps up...i'll probably only update every few days. Seriously Nano people...get your site to work.
Total Word count as of today: 3397
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Confounding
How can you be angry at me, if you won't tell me you are so that i can try to fix it
How can you expect me to fix it if you tell me in advance "there is no way for you to fix this"...why would i bother?
How can you put what i did on a par with something criminal.
How can you blame me for being dissrespectful when you show me no respect in the first place
How can you not understand that i'm different from you. I don't think, feel or react like you do
How can you say that i need professional help so i can be more like you when i'm not unhappy until i'm around you
How can you be so angry at me? Tell me it's all my fault.................
How can i walk away from them believing them when my heart tells me it's not true. That the other side of the story was over-run in the conversation under a battery of accusations that are only half accurate.
How can i just stop all of this so i can be happy again?
How can you expect me to fix it if you tell me in advance "there is no way for you to fix this"...why would i bother?
How can you put what i did on a par with something criminal.
How can you blame me for being dissrespectful when you show me no respect in the first place
How can you not understand that i'm different from you. I don't think, feel or react like you do
How can you say that i need professional help so i can be more like you when i'm not unhappy until i'm around you
How can you be so angry at me? Tell me it's all my fault.................
How can i walk away from them believing them when my heart tells me it's not true. That the other side of the story was over-run in the conversation under a battery of accusations that are only half accurate.
How can i just stop all of this so i can be happy again?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Nano post #1
I joined what I've been loosely describing as a writers guild. Mostly at the recommendation of Colin whom at this point seems to have writers block and won't be joining himself unfortunately. Unless his muse gives him a good whack upside the head with an idea very soon.
National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo for short, or just Nano in general speak) is a site online that sets a goal for writing 50,000 words in the 30 day month of November. A challenge, a difficult yet clearly obtainable one given the have over 100,000 members and a very large chunk of them "win" each year. You track your word count and generally are in a friendly competition with several other writers.
I got my story idea about a month ago while working off of a prompt Colin sent my way to get me started. At first it seemed absurd and ridiculous but for some reason it stuck with me. I tried writing a start to another take on the same prompt but eventually got bored with it.
Then I woke up one morning, unsure if I had dreamt the entire storyline out or if a eureka moment hit me upon opening my eyes. That absurd and ridiculous idea suddenly made sense and worked so perfectly that I knew that was what i was going to attempt this challenge with.
So as to not spoil anything i will only say this about my story:
Nikel is a mafia princess forty years from now who comes up with a crazy idea that will resurrect the mafia power in a corrupt Manhattan setting but in a completely unconventional way. As she grows up from a teenager to a woman, we follow her in carrying out her plan with the help of her Uncle Marcus, her twin brother Tony, and the power carried in the prestige of their last name: Sendori.
Oh yes, and this novel was inspired by a true story told by my Uncle Nick.
National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo for short, or just Nano in general speak) is a site online that sets a goal for writing 50,000 words in the 30 day month of November. A challenge, a difficult yet clearly obtainable one given the have over 100,000 members and a very large chunk of them "win" each year. You track your word count and generally are in a friendly competition with several other writers.
I got my story idea about a month ago while working off of a prompt Colin sent my way to get me started. At first it seemed absurd and ridiculous but for some reason it stuck with me. I tried writing a start to another take on the same prompt but eventually got bored with it.
Then I woke up one morning, unsure if I had dreamt the entire storyline out or if a eureka moment hit me upon opening my eyes. That absurd and ridiculous idea suddenly made sense and worked so perfectly that I knew that was what i was going to attempt this challenge with.
So as to not spoil anything i will only say this about my story:
Nikel is a mafia princess forty years from now who comes up with a crazy idea that will resurrect the mafia power in a corrupt Manhattan setting but in a completely unconventional way. As she grows up from a teenager to a woman, we follow her in carrying out her plan with the help of her Uncle Marcus, her twin brother Tony, and the power carried in the prestige of their last name: Sendori.
Oh yes, and this novel was inspired by a true story told by my Uncle Nick.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
And people wonder
I had someone ask me a while back why i'm so guarded.
Meet my family i said.
They said that wasn't a reason.
I walked away after that.
I"ve told and shown the people that mattered what my family is like. They are aware.
All i can say about the most recent incident is that apparently even my father doesn't believe in family first when it comes to me. And he is unbelieveably hurtful without remorse. Even my sister spoke up and he still refused to appologize.
Most families are not like mine. Most are happier, more love is shown, there's more laughter and much less stress. I wish longingly for all these things. I wish the people i know who have them would appreciate them more. So comming from someone who leaves her lifelong home every time in tears feeling absolutly awful about herself, please remember:
If your family tells you, shows you, that they love you, despite their quirks on a frequent basis....remember to cherish them. If they give you everything you need, thank them. If they always do their best to do the right thing even if they end up making mistakes....remember they are human too.
I envy you.
Meet my family i said.
They said that wasn't a reason.
I walked away after that.
I"ve told and shown the people that mattered what my family is like. They are aware.
All i can say about the most recent incident is that apparently even my father doesn't believe in family first when it comes to me. And he is unbelieveably hurtful without remorse. Even my sister spoke up and he still refused to appologize.
Most families are not like mine. Most are happier, more love is shown, there's more laughter and much less stress. I wish longingly for all these things. I wish the people i know who have them would appreciate them more. So comming from someone who leaves her lifelong home every time in tears feeling absolutly awful about herself, please remember:
If your family tells you, shows you, that they love you, despite their quirks on a frequent basis....remember to cherish them. If they give you everything you need, thank them. If they always do their best to do the right thing even if they end up making mistakes....remember they are human too.
I envy you.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Kube 93 Haunted House
Ok, even as a kid, I've never been scared of haunted houses. My rational side always tells me that it's an organized event and that the people running it couldn't do anything that would actually harm us. So it's all a matter of makeup and loud unexpected noises.
I go them as often as i can because i completely enjoy going after a group of girls that are screaming their heads off then jumping on them from behind and roaring....just to hear them scream more.
Also i find distinct interest in seeing what actually scares people. Blood, guts, sharp raps behind walls, ghosts, ....guys in gorilla suits, and clowns (a fear I've never understood).
What's more, going with my two gay best friends Jared and Jason, while being just tipsy enough to really get into the surealness of it all. It was by far the best experience ever.
No i didn't get the sensation of fear. But it was so much more fun waiting in line for an hour and a half with them. There were very fun drunken conversations, laughter, cute pictures, smiles and hugs to keep warm.
And yes, i did jump on some girls in front of us and made them jump about 12 feet in the air. It was awesome.
I go them as often as i can because i completely enjoy going after a group of girls that are screaming their heads off then jumping on them from behind and roaring....just to hear them scream more.
Also i find distinct interest in seeing what actually scares people. Blood, guts, sharp raps behind walls, ghosts, ....guys in gorilla suits, and clowns (a fear I've never understood).
What's more, going with my two gay best friends Jared and Jason, while being just tipsy enough to really get into the surealness of it all. It was by far the best experience ever.
No i didn't get the sensation of fear. But it was so much more fun waiting in line for an hour and a half with them. There were very fun drunken conversations, laughter, cute pictures, smiles and hugs to keep warm.
And yes, i did jump on some girls in front of us and made them jump about 12 feet in the air. It was awesome.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Mein Kampf
It means My Struggle/Battle. It's also the title of a book written by Adolf Hitler. (no worries, I'm not a fan at all)
I was walking in a used bookstore the other day and for some reason thought of this book and the title's translation stuck with me.
I've been having a lifelong struggle/battle with my weight. I know this is nothing new or spectacular or even unique in any way given the population of a large chunk of the world. But for me, it's hard to be myself when I've seen myself in reflections of windows, mirrors and even in pictures. It affects my personality and my happiness.
I hear my friends tell me that their doctors recommend they loose weight (maybe 20 lbs if that) or that they're worried about how they look in their size 6 jeans. I have to look at them and shake my head and try not to let my little green monster of jealousy bite their heads off. Since several people constantly demean my frustrations with their whining....here's why i yell at thin women when they keep telling me they NEED to loose weight. It's not a matter of need, it's a matter of want. You want your favorite pair of pants to fit better, you want the attention.
My struggle is different:
Here's my struggle. This isn't vanity, or one upping. This is fact.
My weight as of Monday morning: 222.3lbs
My doctor has told me that i need to loose over 100 lbs to reach my ideal body weight of 117lbs.
I'm also at severe risk for hypertension, high blood pressure, diabetes, and complications with my lower joints (knees, hips etc) if i gain more than 10 more lbs from where i'm at now.
My collapsing has been linked to my weight as much as breathing habits.
100 lbs. A daunting task to say the least. Much easier to eat that comforting pint of chocolate ice cream in the freezer or to revel in the flavor of extra buttered popcorn.
Here's the worst part of it. When i obsess over exercise and caloric intake....i gain weight. When i don't worry about it and occasionally have that extra buttered popcorn...i maintain. Never going down by more than a few lbs.
I'm always moving especially at work where there's stairs everywhere. I lug binders around to all the different buildings, run paperwork with urgent status. At home, I've been doing yoga and palliates. Still no results.
I'm not unrealistic. I know these things take time and hard work. There is no such thing as instant results and i have a lifetime of bad habits to overcome. I know I have a stocky build regardless of my weight. I know I'll never be considered thin. And for me, that's ok.
For me, it's become a battle for healthy. A battle for being able to keep up with the kids i babysit all day long. A battle for my happiness to come back through. It's a battle, one i won't give up on.
One day at a time....I'll try to overcome mein kampf and try not to loose meine hoffnung (my hope).
I was walking in a used bookstore the other day and for some reason thought of this book and the title's translation stuck with me.
I've been having a lifelong struggle/battle with my weight. I know this is nothing new or spectacular or even unique in any way given the population of a large chunk of the world. But for me, it's hard to be myself when I've seen myself in reflections of windows, mirrors and even in pictures. It affects my personality and my happiness.
I hear my friends tell me that their doctors recommend they loose weight (maybe 20 lbs if that) or that they're worried about how they look in their size 6 jeans. I have to look at them and shake my head and try not to let my little green monster of jealousy bite their heads off. Since several people constantly demean my frustrations with their whining....here's why i yell at thin women when they keep telling me they NEED to loose weight. It's not a matter of need, it's a matter of want. You want your favorite pair of pants to fit better, you want the attention.
My struggle is different:
Here's my struggle. This isn't vanity, or one upping. This is fact.
My weight as of Monday morning: 222.3lbs
My doctor has told me that i need to loose over 100 lbs to reach my ideal body weight of 117lbs.
I'm also at severe risk for hypertension, high blood pressure, diabetes, and complications with my lower joints (knees, hips etc) if i gain more than 10 more lbs from where i'm at now.
My collapsing has been linked to my weight as much as breathing habits.
100 lbs. A daunting task to say the least. Much easier to eat that comforting pint of chocolate ice cream in the freezer or to revel in the flavor of extra buttered popcorn.
Here's the worst part of it. When i obsess over exercise and caloric intake....i gain weight. When i don't worry about it and occasionally have that extra buttered popcorn...i maintain. Never going down by more than a few lbs.
I'm always moving especially at work where there's stairs everywhere. I lug binders around to all the different buildings, run paperwork with urgent status. At home, I've been doing yoga and palliates. Still no results.
I'm not unrealistic. I know these things take time and hard work. There is no such thing as instant results and i have a lifetime of bad habits to overcome. I know I have a stocky build regardless of my weight. I know I'll never be considered thin. And for me, that's ok.
For me, it's become a battle for healthy. A battle for being able to keep up with the kids i babysit all day long. A battle for my happiness to come back through. It's a battle, one i won't give up on.
One day at a time....I'll try to overcome mein kampf and try not to loose meine hoffnung (my hope).
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Company Football
Last week I agreed to show up for the company football team. The main reason why I word it like that is because i was told they were "hard pressed" to get 6 people out on the field last time they tried.
After spending 15 minutes trying to locate the other guys i finally found them. Their directions were back asswards. left, not right.
There's five guys already out there and i'm a little uncomfortable already. A: i'm late, and B: i'm the only girl. Ok well...time to exercise.
It's pretty clear right away just how out of shape I am. After the fourth run, i'm breathing hard and i can feel the sweat running down my back. We play 3 on 3, and i avoided the quarterback position adamantly. not to sound girly or anything, but trying to throw a football if you have nails is not FUN.
fifteen minutes in...i'm doubled over inbetween plays with a nasty cramp. I'm terrified everytime I even remotly feel that wave of woozieness that i'm going to collapse on these poor guys. I'm forcing myself to be aware of taking deep slow breaths even though i can barely breathe in general.
30 minutes in....they for some reason decide they're going to hand the ball off to me. No one gave me a heads up. my brain's in kind of a fuddle so i literally just huck the ball as far as i can (thankfully managing a spiral that went in the general direction of one of my teammates)
they start talking about when to end. I'm thinking "oh thank god, we're done!!!!"........except they want to go another 15 minutes.
Ok.....how about I save everyone time and just die right here?
in the end, my team lost. I'm clearly the slow one. My breath feels like my lungs are bubbling and i'm completely red as usual. We laughed, slid around in the mud and enjoyed arguing over exactly where to start the ball from.
Not the best football game i've ever played in, but quite fun none the less. I'll probably be joining them many more times if they keep playing. Hopefully eventually i'll be able to keep up with them to some extent.
After spending 15 minutes trying to locate the other guys i finally found them. Their directions were back asswards. left, not right.
There's five guys already out there and i'm a little uncomfortable already. A: i'm late, and B: i'm the only girl. Ok well...time to exercise.
It's pretty clear right away just how out of shape I am. After the fourth run, i'm breathing hard and i can feel the sweat running down my back. We play 3 on 3, and i avoided the quarterback position adamantly. not to sound girly or anything, but trying to throw a football if you have nails is not FUN.
fifteen minutes in...i'm doubled over inbetween plays with a nasty cramp. I'm terrified everytime I even remotly feel that wave of woozieness that i'm going to collapse on these poor guys. I'm forcing myself to be aware of taking deep slow breaths even though i can barely breathe in general.
30 minutes in....they for some reason decide they're going to hand the ball off to me. No one gave me a heads up. my brain's in kind of a fuddle so i literally just huck the ball as far as i can (thankfully managing a spiral that went in the general direction of one of my teammates)
they start talking about when to end. I'm thinking "oh thank god, we're done!!!!"........except they want to go another 15 minutes.
Ok.....how about I save everyone time and just die right here?
in the end, my team lost. I'm clearly the slow one. My breath feels like my lungs are bubbling and i'm completely red as usual. We laughed, slid around in the mud and enjoyed arguing over exactly where to start the ball from.
Not the best football game i've ever played in, but quite fun none the less. I'll probably be joining them many more times if they keep playing. Hopefully eventually i'll be able to keep up with them to some extent.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Musings for today
I've spent most of today punching in numbers for an obscenly obnoxious archiving project. I did this a year and a half ago while i was a temp and when it didn't matter if i spent my entire day punching numbers because no one would ask what i was doing.
But now it's a completely different matter. I have a team that i directly support and i solve their crisis's on a hourly basis. (i really ought to start charging). What's more is that i no longer work under that department.
But when it suddenly pops up that no one's been keeping up with the archiving (the person who should have been instead is browsing ebay and chatting for about half her day. I'd know, she's on the other side of the wall from me)....guess who they call in.
Yeah that's right...i'm reduced back down to a temp level and my team is told that they basically have to do without me until i get through all 56 boxes. Why? because i get the job done efficiently and right on the first try. Me and my stupid work ethic. Yeah, i goof off, but only when my inbox is EMPTY and all of my tasks are completed. and i'm told "don't make us fire you cause you won't do archiving"
It's not a matter of not being willing to do it, it's more of what do they want more....all of the miscelanious crap tedious work in my inbox....or the archiving. I can't just fit the archiving in....or maybe i can...somewhere between my manicure and nap (as if)
CAUSE THEY AREN'T GONNA GET BOTH!!!
But now it's a completely different matter. I have a team that i directly support and i solve their crisis's on a hourly basis. (i really ought to start charging). What's more is that i no longer work under that department.
But when it suddenly pops up that no one's been keeping up with the archiving (the person who should have been instead is browsing ebay and chatting for about half her day. I'd know, she's on the other side of the wall from me)....guess who they call in.
Yeah that's right...i'm reduced back down to a temp level and my team is told that they basically have to do without me until i get through all 56 boxes. Why? because i get the job done efficiently and right on the first try. Me and my stupid work ethic. Yeah, i goof off, but only when my inbox is EMPTY and all of my tasks are completed. and i'm told "don't make us fire you cause you won't do archiving"
It's not a matter of not being willing to do it, it's more of what do they want more....all of the miscelanious crap tedious work in my inbox....or the archiving. I can't just fit the archiving in....or maybe i can...somewhere between my manicure and nap (as if)
CAUSE THEY AREN'T GONNA GET BOTH!!!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Surviving the worst week in a very long time...
Monday: car accident, getting locked out of car, standing in the rain for an hour till the locksmit arrived, co-workers stopping buy to make sure i'm ok but not a single one offering a jacket or umbrella.
Tuesday: Smashed finger in a door, let out a very loud cuss word and was reprimanded for it.
Wednesday: Color printer is still broken and i'm getting pestered by the same people multiple times in an hour if it's fixed yet. It's affecting my ability to get the rest of my work done. Needless to say, i snapped at them. And was reprimanded again.......
Thursday: Trying to deal with insurance company, and rental company hasn't called me back to confirm my reservation. Dad decides to get mad at me for no apparent reason then ignores me in favor of talking to his brother on the phone. Didn't even say goodbye to me. Go to bed at 8:30 cause i'm just that emotionally drained. At 11:30 my roommate decides it would be a good idea to FRY SOMETHING. I'm woken up with this very loud hissing noise, my heart starts pounding and i race out of my room half dressed to see what's on earth could be going on. And my roommate has this horrified look on her face and is saying "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" over and over as she tries to get the food in the fry pan to be quiet. The black cat is crouched on the white floor looking at me clearly in terror with this look on his face like "if i don't move maybe she won't see me". My heart wouldn't calm down for almost two hours so i really didn't sleep well.
Friday: no word from the rental company, and no reply to messages. Drop off my car at the shop, initial estimate is like 900$. Final estimate is 1700$. The shop had to call in the renal company who finally responded. I took out the extra insurance just in case because of my luck this week. Go home to try and talk to my dad again, he's on the phone again. Didn't say hi, nothing. I was there for over a half hour and he didn't say goodbye again when i left. I have no idea. Broke my high heeled shoe and scraped up my knee.
Saturday: just stayed home and cleaned and did my yoga. It didn't help. My appartment lost my confirmation for my renter's insurance so i had to go through that whole mess again. The cat tripped me and i have rug burn on my hand now. And my manicure didn't even last a whole day.
Sunday: Went home and delt with mom and her hovering, then went and babysat the girls while the parents went out to get errands done. Smacked my bad knee on the corner of a table and got Aleah's head smashed into my nose. Went home and locked myself in my room then went and visited with kenny after he got off work. And poor guy, i started crying and whining to him. I don't whine very often but he was very sweet and let me get it all out of my system.
At the same time, I look at all of this and go "is this as bad as it gets? this is nothing! This is all managable." Yes it's frustrating, yes it sucks, and yes it really wore at me. But in the end, i'm fine. My battle wounds from this week will heal, I've never had a reprimand before so i doubt they'll seriously affect me, my roommate has promised to never do that again, my dad can't not talk to me forever, mom's just....mom, and my car is being fixed.
This is all just part of life; the wheel goes up and the wheel goes down. I think mines just gotten a slight flat and is sluggish this last week. It will get better though.
Tuesday: Smashed finger in a door, let out a very loud cuss word and was reprimanded for it.
Wednesday: Color printer is still broken and i'm getting pestered by the same people multiple times in an hour if it's fixed yet. It's affecting my ability to get the rest of my work done. Needless to say, i snapped at them. And was reprimanded again.......
Thursday: Trying to deal with insurance company, and rental company hasn't called me back to confirm my reservation. Dad decides to get mad at me for no apparent reason then ignores me in favor of talking to his brother on the phone. Didn't even say goodbye to me. Go to bed at 8:30 cause i'm just that emotionally drained. At 11:30 my roommate decides it would be a good idea to FRY SOMETHING. I'm woken up with this very loud hissing noise, my heart starts pounding and i race out of my room half dressed to see what's on earth could be going on. And my roommate has this horrified look on her face and is saying "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" over and over as she tries to get the food in the fry pan to be quiet. The black cat is crouched on the white floor looking at me clearly in terror with this look on his face like "if i don't move maybe she won't see me". My heart wouldn't calm down for almost two hours so i really didn't sleep well.
Friday: no word from the rental company, and no reply to messages. Drop off my car at the shop, initial estimate is like 900$. Final estimate is 1700$. The shop had to call in the renal company who finally responded. I took out the extra insurance just in case because of my luck this week. Go home to try and talk to my dad again, he's on the phone again. Didn't say hi, nothing. I was there for over a half hour and he didn't say goodbye again when i left. I have no idea. Broke my high heeled shoe and scraped up my knee.
Saturday: just stayed home and cleaned and did my yoga. It didn't help. My appartment lost my confirmation for my renter's insurance so i had to go through that whole mess again. The cat tripped me and i have rug burn on my hand now. And my manicure didn't even last a whole day.
Sunday: Went home and delt with mom and her hovering, then went and babysat the girls while the parents went out to get errands done. Smacked my bad knee on the corner of a table and got Aleah's head smashed into my nose. Went home and locked myself in my room then went and visited with kenny after he got off work. And poor guy, i started crying and whining to him. I don't whine very often but he was very sweet and let me get it all out of my system.
At the same time, I look at all of this and go "is this as bad as it gets? this is nothing! This is all managable." Yes it's frustrating, yes it sucks, and yes it really wore at me. But in the end, i'm fine. My battle wounds from this week will heal, I've never had a reprimand before so i doubt they'll seriously affect me, my roommate has promised to never do that again, my dad can't not talk to me forever, mom's just....mom, and my car is being fixed.
This is all just part of life; the wheel goes up and the wheel goes down. I think mines just gotten a slight flat and is sluggish this last week. It will get better though.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Awww, thanks Becca
Becca sent me the "perfect blend of friendship" award.
.......
GAH!
and since I have no clue how to put the picture up on here, you'll have to do just knowing that she gave it to me because she is totally awsome.
And acutally, i can't pass it foward. The friends that deserve this award, either don't have a blog at all, or don't have one that they check more frequently than about once a year and it's on a different site.
Darnit...i need to meet new people!
In other news
I have started watching a tv comedy called "Big Bang Theory" It's hilarious because, i know someone that fits every single one of the caracter's personalities.
I haven't learned all of the name disticntions yet, but i'm uterly enjoying it
The accident sucks, the insurance dealings suck, the rental company hasn't even contacted me and my meeting is tomorrow so they by definition suck, and this entire week has sucked.
.......
GAH!
and since I have no clue how to put the picture up on here, you'll have to do just knowing that she gave it to me because she is totally awsome.
And acutally, i can't pass it foward. The friends that deserve this award, either don't have a blog at all, or don't have one that they check more frequently than about once a year and it's on a different site.
Darnit...i need to meet new people!
In other news
I have started watching a tv comedy called "Big Bang Theory" It's hilarious because, i know someone that fits every single one of the caracter's personalities.
I haven't learned all of the name disticntions yet, but i'm uterly enjoying it
The accident sucks, the insurance dealings suck, the rental company hasn't even contacted me and my meeting is tomorrow so they by definition suck, and this entire week has sucked.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Yeah......not a good morning
Car accidents are not a good way to start the week.
Neither is locking your keys, insurance information, phone and jacket in the car during the post accident talk with the other driver while it's raining and cold out and you're not wearing anything but a long sleeve thin shirt.
Neither is watching your mom pull an illegal U-turn in the middle of morning traffic right after you tried to assure the other driver that you will email them your insurance information once the roadside assistance gets there and unlocks your car and that you're a good responsible person and that your parents have taught you well.
Neither is slamming your finger in your boss's door when you do make it to work an hour and a half late to the point where there might be bone damage, cause there certainly is external damage and letting out a rather loud cuss word.
I swear, i'm going straight back to bed when i get home and hope this bad dream ends soon so i can have a "decent for monday" morning again.
Neither is locking your keys, insurance information, phone and jacket in the car during the post accident talk with the other driver while it's raining and cold out and you're not wearing anything but a long sleeve thin shirt.
Neither is watching your mom pull an illegal U-turn in the middle of morning traffic right after you tried to assure the other driver that you will email them your insurance information once the roadside assistance gets there and unlocks your car and that you're a good responsible person and that your parents have taught you well.
Neither is slamming your finger in your boss's door when you do make it to work an hour and a half late to the point where there might be bone damage, cause there certainly is external damage and letting out a rather loud cuss word.
I swear, i'm going straight back to bed when i get home and hope this bad dream ends soon so i can have a "decent for monday" morning again.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
appartment
I felt like chocolate chip pancakes today. They were really good.
I have found that as much as I like my roommate, her being gone for this whole weekend...is AWSOME!
Things are getting done. Usually she's just fine with helping me keep up with cleaning. But she's been sick for about the last month with two separate sets of ear infections. And due to that, she's been a lump on the couch hogging the tv. Only the dishes really have been getting done.
Within an hour of her leaving, I changed the couch slipcover, swept off the deck from all the birdseed and leaves, and vacuumed.
It felt good to get things done. I'm a do-er, not a talker.
I've also decided, i want to get rid of the third chair we have here and replace it with a chair that takes up less room (and isn't so unbelievably ugly) Besides, if she leaves and i decide to stay at the end of the lease or even sooner (hope not) i really should have some of my own furniture.
So i'm attacking craigslist.
That's about it for an update.
I have found that as much as I like my roommate, her being gone for this whole weekend...is AWSOME!
Things are getting done. Usually she's just fine with helping me keep up with cleaning. But she's been sick for about the last month with two separate sets of ear infections. And due to that, she's been a lump on the couch hogging the tv. Only the dishes really have been getting done.
Within an hour of her leaving, I changed the couch slipcover, swept off the deck from all the birdseed and leaves, and vacuumed.
It felt good to get things done. I'm a do-er, not a talker.
I've also decided, i want to get rid of the third chair we have here and replace it with a chair that takes up less room (and isn't so unbelievably ugly) Besides, if she leaves and i decide to stay at the end of the lease or even sooner (hope not) i really should have some of my own furniture.
So i'm attacking craigslist.
That's about it for an update.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Took a day off from work
I just finally couldn't deal with this week anymore. On Wednesday, i went to my boss and said, is there anything that could prevent me from taking friday off?
His response: nope, more notice would have been nice, but have a good day off.
I love my boss. He is awsome and very good at what he does.
I got up to let my roommate's mom in, and find out that the roommate will be out of town at her aunts until sunday night. Oh thank god! Now some stuff will get done. I adore my roommate, but she's been sick and basically a lump on the couch, hogging the living room tv with home design shows. Almost as soon as she left, i had dyed my hair, showered, dressed, ate, and was ready to attack the living room.
Wonderful thing about Ikea furniture, it has interchangable slip covers. So we can go from blue and white stripes to red corderoy! Only problem is that red corderoy tends to attract massive amounts of fuzz. 22 sheets from one of those roller sticky fuzz collectors and the couch looks great.
Then i went to go get the vacuum and clonked my head on the bird feeder then on the wind chimes and i come to realize, I hate going out on the deck because of those two items. They're right at eye level and constantly in the way.
They have been moved and they're going to stay moved. I live here and I pay rent, not the birds.
The deck got swept clear of all the built up birdseed and leaves. And all of that was just to get the vacuum out of the deck storage. Once i could do that, I vacuumed and tidyed.
I feel so much better now.
His response: nope, more notice would have been nice, but have a good day off.
I love my boss. He is awsome and very good at what he does.
I got up to let my roommate's mom in, and find out that the roommate will be out of town at her aunts until sunday night. Oh thank god! Now some stuff will get done. I adore my roommate, but she's been sick and basically a lump on the couch, hogging the living room tv with home design shows. Almost as soon as she left, i had dyed my hair, showered, dressed, ate, and was ready to attack the living room.
Wonderful thing about Ikea furniture, it has interchangable slip covers. So we can go from blue and white stripes to red corderoy! Only problem is that red corderoy tends to attract massive amounts of fuzz. 22 sheets from one of those roller sticky fuzz collectors and the couch looks great.
Then i went to go get the vacuum and clonked my head on the bird feeder then on the wind chimes and i come to realize, I hate going out on the deck because of those two items. They're right at eye level and constantly in the way.
They have been moved and they're going to stay moved. I live here and I pay rent, not the birds.
The deck got swept clear of all the built up birdseed and leaves. And all of that was just to get the vacuum out of the deck storage. Once i could do that, I vacuumed and tidyed.
I feel so much better now.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I know, i know...I don't like gossip either. Consider it a vent.
When I opened this screen at 7:22 this morning (note, i get into work at 7:00am), i really had intended to write something with a clearly defined opinion in regards to something someone wouldn't care about.
However, disaster struck at 7:24. I was sitting in my cubicle, minding my own business when suddenly every gosiperista in my building, not just my floor mind you, decided to descend on me in quick succession of each other.
This person is doing this, and that person is doing that....the usual gossip from those that don't take even the direct hints that you're busy and don't have time to chit chat, but rather follow you around as you run copies and file paperwork and build binders still jabbering at you.
Then i heard one bit of gossip that was more of a vent that actually made me stop.
We have a certain upper manager whom has rubbed SEVERAL people the wrong way, myself included. I've never been quite certain what i did that deserved a perpetual sneer in my driection every time i pass her in the halls, but i get the sneer, attitude,unreasonable demands, and a distinct lack of please and thank you from her. This has led me to be less than cordial with her. With her being upper managment, i don't want to directly piss her off. But never fear, have ways to get even and then some without ever getting myself into trouble what-so-ever.
But if there's one thing in working life i've learned, it's this:
There are three types of people that you never want a hostile working relationship with
1) Custodians: How bad does your three days worth of garbage smell on the fifth day?
2) The IT department: ....office life revolves around computers and technology...enough said.
3) Admins: you want how many copies of a very critical presentation that, woops, a few crutial pages can go missing from? You wantted catering for this all day meeting...sorry, you didn't give me authorization. You need this by when? yeah, i'll fit that in somewhere between my nap and manicure.
And speaking for several co-workers: this woman is so full of herself, we're not sure how she gets her big head through her office door.
Some highlights of her first year here at my work:
*a SCREAMING hissy fit in the front parking lot because the closest parking spots to the door aren't reserved for upper management
*demanding to have entirely new furniture in her office instead of the perfectly good desk and bookshelves in there
*telling an employee to take his work home with him when he was already meeting deadlines.
*telling said employee who was offered a better job at another company, that he was stupid and not worth the money they were offering him for the position.
And now the icing on the cake? (and almost as disgusting as birthday cake at a 5 year old party with a bunch of snot nosed kids)
I find out today, that rather than doing like management even higher than her, and refilling the coffee urns when they run out, just how far she will go to show her dissrespect for her lower co-workers.
Our coffee urs are stainless steel and work on syphon power. When they run out of liquid they make this very noticable noise like trying to get the last dregs out of a cup full of ice, via a straw.
Twice in a row (two days) she has found the urns to be empty after trying them....flipped open the lid and poured the coffee she just got back into the urn and leaves.
Not a big deal IF she ever washed that cup. Which most of us have yet to see.
I'm sorry, but that is disgusting. And i'm mad now. Other people drink from that, myself included on occasion. And who the hell is she to have coffee making beneath her as she clearly demonstrates. If her manager can do it, she can. If I EVER catch her doing that she's going to have and imovable wall blocking her way out of the breakroom and a tounge lashing like she's never had before. HR has been notified now of her attitude noted by myself and others, this situation of pouring the coffee back in has been documented, and i am so angry that i'm sorely tempted to basically camp out at the breakroom tomorrow morning with empty urns and watch and see what happens.
However, disaster struck at 7:24. I was sitting in my cubicle, minding my own business when suddenly every gosiperista in my building, not just my floor mind you, decided to descend on me in quick succession of each other.
This person is doing this, and that person is doing that....the usual gossip from those that don't take even the direct hints that you're busy and don't have time to chit chat, but rather follow you around as you run copies and file paperwork and build binders still jabbering at you.
Then i heard one bit of gossip that was more of a vent that actually made me stop.
We have a certain upper manager whom has rubbed SEVERAL people the wrong way, myself included. I've never been quite certain what i did that deserved a perpetual sneer in my driection every time i pass her in the halls, but i get the sneer, attitude,unreasonable demands, and a distinct lack of please and thank you from her. This has led me to be less than cordial with her. With her being upper managment, i don't want to directly piss her off. But never fear, have ways to get even and then some without ever getting myself into trouble what-so-ever.
But if there's one thing in working life i've learned, it's this:
There are three types of people that you never want a hostile working relationship with
1) Custodians: How bad does your three days worth of garbage smell on the fifth day?
2) The IT department: ....office life revolves around computers and technology...enough said.
3) Admins: you want how many copies of a very critical presentation that, woops, a few crutial pages can go missing from? You wantted catering for this all day meeting...sorry, you didn't give me authorization. You need this by when? yeah, i'll fit that in somewhere between my nap and manicure.
And speaking for several co-workers: this woman is so full of herself, we're not sure how she gets her big head through her office door.
Some highlights of her first year here at my work:
*a SCREAMING hissy fit in the front parking lot because the closest parking spots to the door aren't reserved for upper management
*demanding to have entirely new furniture in her office instead of the perfectly good desk and bookshelves in there
*telling an employee to take his work home with him when he was already meeting deadlines.
*telling said employee who was offered a better job at another company, that he was stupid and not worth the money they were offering him for the position.
And now the icing on the cake? (and almost as disgusting as birthday cake at a 5 year old party with a bunch of snot nosed kids)
I find out today, that rather than doing like management even higher than her, and refilling the coffee urns when they run out, just how far she will go to show her dissrespect for her lower co-workers.
Our coffee urs are stainless steel and work on syphon power. When they run out of liquid they make this very noticable noise like trying to get the last dregs out of a cup full of ice, via a straw.
Twice in a row (two days) she has found the urns to be empty after trying them....flipped open the lid and poured the coffee she just got back into the urn and leaves.
Not a big deal IF she ever washed that cup. Which most of us have yet to see.
I'm sorry, but that is disgusting. And i'm mad now. Other people drink from that, myself included on occasion. And who the hell is she to have coffee making beneath her as she clearly demonstrates. If her manager can do it, she can. If I EVER catch her doing that she's going to have and imovable wall blocking her way out of the breakroom and a tounge lashing like she's never had before. HR has been notified now of her attitude noted by myself and others, this situation of pouring the coffee back in has been documented, and i am so angry that i'm sorely tempted to basically camp out at the breakroom tomorrow morning with empty urns and watch and see what happens.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Taking the Plunge
In an earlier clip, I talked about NaNoWriMo. Nation Novel Writing Month A site where you join and try to write 50k words in just 30 days. The 30 days "has November".
It's not as easy as it sounds. Pleanty of people do achieve this goal, but many more do not.
But...
I like a challenge.
So I joined. Come November 1st, I will drop off the face of the earth in favor of my future novel. Aside from work, and i might be purswaded to attend things like, oh hey, thanksgiving, i'll probably be incommuicado.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Pleanty of people do achieve this goal, but many more do not.
But...
I like a challenge.
So I joined. Come November 1st, I will drop off the face of the earth in favor of my future novel. Aside from work, and i might be purswaded to attend things like, oh hey, thanksgiving, i'll probably be incommuicado.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Reality TV Shows
I wouldn't say I'm a junkie by any means, but there are two reality shows that i enjoy watching. Survivor and the Amazing Race.
I watch these shows and think to myself...that looks like fun! Being honest with my skills, i think i could excel were i to be cast in either of these shows. Not necessarily win, but definitely cope better than these barbies in tube tops who start complaining at a single bug bite and these big strong men who can't abide eating things that didn't come from mama's home kitchen.
My roommate and I were talking about what our strengths and weaknesses would if, for some reason, we were cast.
Survivor:
Katherine would be the one who would want to make everyone happy and do anything to help. She's not the kind that would sit around and sleep all day long. She'd probably earn brownie points easily because she's always willing to get up and go take care of stuff. She's also very aware of what's going on around her and understands people very well.
Her weakness would probably be the physical challenges, naturally.
Me on the other hand, I'm competitive to a fault. I play people off of each other. And I don't quit. I've lived outdoors, I've gone a week without a shower, i can sleep on the ground. I'm a hard worker and i can't stand slacking off. My weaknesses, I'm not as good of a people person and i know my mouth would get me into trouble but just maybe i could be the quiet one. Also, the physical challenges, like running would kill me.
I think it would be great to see if i find it actually as hard as they say it is. Don't think they'd cast me though...i don't look that good in a bikini and no one really wants to see my pasty white ass running around the jungle.
The Amazing Race
Katherine said she might get distracted with all the cool countries she would be visiting. All the sights, people, cultures....it would be a great experience.
Me, I'd be Rob from a previous season: "you speak English??!! you're coming with us!" I would definitely be the competitive one and would need someone with me that could keep up, do the physical challenges, and has the ability to not yell at me. That excludes every single one of my family members. But when i get down, i get irritable. They would have to be able to weather that storm.
Just some odd thoughts. Some "What If"s.
I watch these shows and think to myself...that looks like fun! Being honest with my skills, i think i could excel were i to be cast in either of these shows. Not necessarily win, but definitely cope better than these barbies in tube tops who start complaining at a single bug bite and these big strong men who can't abide eating things that didn't come from mama's home kitchen.
My roommate and I were talking about what our strengths and weaknesses would if, for some reason, we were cast.
Survivor:
Katherine would be the one who would want to make everyone happy and do anything to help. She's not the kind that would sit around and sleep all day long. She'd probably earn brownie points easily because she's always willing to get up and go take care of stuff. She's also very aware of what's going on around her and understands people very well.
Her weakness would probably be the physical challenges, naturally.
Me on the other hand, I'm competitive to a fault. I play people off of each other. And I don't quit. I've lived outdoors, I've gone a week without a shower, i can sleep on the ground. I'm a hard worker and i can't stand slacking off. My weaknesses, I'm not as good of a people person and i know my mouth would get me into trouble but just maybe i could be the quiet one. Also, the physical challenges, like running would kill me.
I think it would be great to see if i find it actually as hard as they say it is. Don't think they'd cast me though...i don't look that good in a bikini and no one really wants to see my pasty white ass running around the jungle.
The Amazing Race
Katherine said she might get distracted with all the cool countries she would be visiting. All the sights, people, cultures....it would be a great experience.
Me, I'd be Rob from a previous season: "you speak English??!! you're coming with us!" I would definitely be the competitive one and would need someone with me that could keep up, do the physical challenges, and has the ability to not yell at me. That excludes every single one of my family members. But when i get down, i get irritable. They would have to be able to weather that storm.
Just some odd thoughts. Some "What If"s.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Filled with massive quick updates and thus is long
I know...lame, no posts in a week? how have you ever survived ~snirk~
Random updates:
Met a cute technician that came to fix our machines at work. Get this, his birthday is a week and a half after mine. Might possibly be hanging out with him at some point...possibly not. I'm not discounting it yet though we seem incapable of having compatable schedules. And he seems more like the kind that likes thinner, prettier, more helpless kind of women. We'll see though. There's apparently been a hint of flirting on both sides acording to Mark, aka, Mr. Nosey matchmaker. :P
I'm 22. My birthday was wednesday...dinner with the family was less than perfect but my friends totally made up for it the following saturday even thought we didn't end up going bowling. Colin even came all the way in from Ebyss which was very much appreciated even though he did have an alterior motive of retrieving his pillow. Also, Kenny, Josh, Grace, Katie and her boyfriend Jeremy, whom i had not met previously (he was quite interesting, suprisingly articulate and had quite the develish side. A good person to know all in all, i thought) were able to come and add to the fun.
At the bowling alley, (we went, just didn't actually bowl) I bought one of those toys that comes out in a ball and you have not idea what you got until you somehow manage to smash open those infuriatingly indestructable little plastic balls. I was hoping for one of the light up flashy ones, and instead i get this necklace with "Happy birthday" on it....talk about wierd!!!!
We went to Gameworks in Seattle instead. had lots of fun messing with Grace who got a little tipsy. Ok, rather tipsy. Played a lot of games, intimidated an annoying jerk that blocked the line by trading off between two people. So i went and stood within inches of his back. Just enough to where i wasn't touching him, but close enough to make anyone uncomfortable. He left after that.
Paid my first round of car insurance, rent, and car payment but need to get the car payment turned around so it is also on the 25th like everything else.
Trying despreatly to figure out how to make this version of the oragami eagle because it's really cool. And so far i'm failing at step 12 out of 60...correction, make that step 15 now.
Have a hair appointment (yeah, it still feels wierd to be saying that after seeing Talona for 3 years now) on Friday. I love my legnth but it definetly needs to be styled better so it doesn't go *poof* on on the bottom. and then i'm happy with being a brunette right now for the simple sake of not having to keep it up as often, but i miss my auburn so i'm going to have her do lighter brown and auburn highlights.
I've gotten a little lazy on Yoga lately, in favor of knitting. The fall season is upon us and i am no longer content with my collection of scarves because their all either red or blue. Thus i'm doing this funky material that's almost like two threads running lenth wise, and in the middle is silk, nothing, silk, nothing. in a black and champaigne color. I have over two feet of it already and it looks really nice. Then i'm going to trim it in a nice soft fuzzy champaign color. I'm also planning on doing this goregous snow white color in a loose stitch with that same champaigne as trim and as pinstriped lines running through it. More neutral of colors so hopefully they'll go with almost anything
I'm watching Kelsey again. So far, she's sick so i'm not so worried about her causing trouble. Still keeping an eye on her though. We're going to go see Eagle Eye tonight. Just to get out of the house and do something. She's really a smart and fun young woman. Just tired of being reined in, a mentality i can understand all too well. Wild-natured women should not have reins much less anyone holding them. I still look at her and think to myself: dear god, that was me five years ago. I think for all of everyone's worrying and all her rebellion, there's a very good chance that when she gets to make descisions for herself, they'll be fairly smart ones and they'll be good ones for her. Right now, a lot of it's the bristling and fluffing the feathers to get people to leave her alone with a mixture of crying out for attention and someone to actually be involved but not controlling. It should be VERY interesting when her sister and mother arrive home on Wednesday. I think she'll go slightly crazy because she'll suddenly have two mother's again trying to control her. Not a position i ever want to be in. Things are going to get rather teritorial rather quickly.
Still trying to work with some ideas for NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month = writing 50k words in 30 days. It's rather interesting and i think i'll probably enjoy it.) Still struggling with making it a cohesive plot with an actual objective.
That's about it. Later.
Random updates:
Met a cute technician that came to fix our machines at work. Get this, his birthday is a week and a half after mine. Might possibly be hanging out with him at some point...possibly not. I'm not discounting it yet though we seem incapable of having compatable schedules. And he seems more like the kind that likes thinner, prettier, more helpless kind of women. We'll see though. There's apparently been a hint of flirting on both sides acording to Mark, aka, Mr. Nosey matchmaker. :P
I'm 22. My birthday was wednesday...dinner with the family was less than perfect but my friends totally made up for it the following saturday even thought we didn't end up going bowling. Colin even came all the way in from Ebyss which was very much appreciated even though he did have an alterior motive of retrieving his pillow. Also, Kenny, Josh, Grace, Katie and her boyfriend Jeremy, whom i had not met previously (he was quite interesting, suprisingly articulate and had quite the develish side. A good person to know all in all, i thought) were able to come and add to the fun.
At the bowling alley, (we went, just didn't actually bowl) I bought one of those toys that comes out in a ball and you have not idea what you got until you somehow manage to smash open those infuriatingly indestructable little plastic balls. I was hoping for one of the light up flashy ones, and instead i get this necklace with "Happy birthday" on it....talk about wierd!!!!
We went to Gameworks in Seattle instead. had lots of fun messing with Grace who got a little tipsy. Ok, rather tipsy. Played a lot of games, intimidated an annoying jerk that blocked the line by trading off between two people. So i went and stood within inches of his back. Just enough to where i wasn't touching him, but close enough to make anyone uncomfortable. He left after that.
Paid my first round of car insurance, rent, and car payment but need to get the car payment turned around so it is also on the 25th like everything else.
Trying despreatly to figure out how to make this version of the oragami eagle because it's really cool. And so far i'm failing at step 12 out of 60...correction, make that step 15 now.
Have a hair appointment (yeah, it still feels wierd to be saying that after seeing Talona for 3 years now) on Friday. I love my legnth but it definetly needs to be styled better so it doesn't go *poof* on on the bottom. and then i'm happy with being a brunette right now for the simple sake of not having to keep it up as often, but i miss my auburn so i'm going to have her do lighter brown and auburn highlights.
I've gotten a little lazy on Yoga lately, in favor of knitting. The fall season is upon us and i am no longer content with my collection of scarves because their all either red or blue. Thus i'm doing this funky material that's almost like two threads running lenth wise, and in the middle is silk, nothing, silk, nothing. in a black and champaigne color. I have over two feet of it already and it looks really nice. Then i'm going to trim it in a nice soft fuzzy champaign color. I'm also planning on doing this goregous snow white color in a loose stitch with that same champaigne as trim and as pinstriped lines running through it. More neutral of colors so hopefully they'll go with almost anything
I'm watching Kelsey again. So far, she's sick so i'm not so worried about her causing trouble. Still keeping an eye on her though. We're going to go see Eagle Eye tonight. Just to get out of the house and do something. She's really a smart and fun young woman. Just tired of being reined in, a mentality i can understand all too well. Wild-natured women should not have reins much less anyone holding them. I still look at her and think to myself: dear god, that was me five years ago. I think for all of everyone's worrying and all her rebellion, there's a very good chance that when she gets to make descisions for herself, they'll be fairly smart ones and they'll be good ones for her. Right now, a lot of it's the bristling and fluffing the feathers to get people to leave her alone with a mixture of crying out for attention and someone to actually be involved but not controlling. It should be VERY interesting when her sister and mother arrive home on Wednesday. I think she'll go slightly crazy because she'll suddenly have two mother's again trying to control her. Not a position i ever want to be in. Things are going to get rather teritorial rather quickly.
Still trying to work with some ideas for NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month = writing 50k words in 30 days. It's rather interesting and i think i'll probably enjoy it.) Still struggling with making it a cohesive plot with an actual objective.
That's about it. Later.
Monday, September 22, 2008
It's Autumn
I woke up this morning to hearing rain outside and my covers pulled up to my nose and tucked around my ears. I smiled to myself. Around here, this is the simple signal that Autumn has begun; cold air and rain.
I got up and began my morning rituals in a kind of calm daze. Autumn is my favorite time of the year. The colors grow so vibrant oranges, yellows and browns, and beautiful reds and everywhere you walk, there's a carpet of fallen leaves scattered in the fire colors. The mornings are crisp and not to mention you can finally start playing with your breath on the wind again.
After my shower, I sprinted back underneath my covers remembering that invigorating chill that really wakes you up. As I lay there trying to will some sembalance of warmth back into my body, fully awake with not a chance of dozing off, I start to think about what to wear for work today.
Then to my amused shock, I remember that I still have all my fall and winter clothes stored away in those vaccume sealed packs. It's like getting a whole new wardrobe all of a sudden.
Cool, I can make haiku out of that first part:
Autumn Haiku
The crisp air on my skin
The carpets of fire and gold
My breath on the wind
I got up and began my morning rituals in a kind of calm daze. Autumn is my favorite time of the year. The colors grow so vibrant oranges, yellows and browns, and beautiful reds and everywhere you walk, there's a carpet of fallen leaves scattered in the fire colors. The mornings are crisp and not to mention you can finally start playing with your breath on the wind again.
After my shower, I sprinted back underneath my covers remembering that invigorating chill that really wakes you up. As I lay there trying to will some sembalance of warmth back into my body, fully awake with not a chance of dozing off, I start to think about what to wear for work today.
Then to my amused shock, I remember that I still have all my fall and winter clothes stored away in those vaccume sealed packs. It's like getting a whole new wardrobe all of a sudden.
Cool, I can make haiku out of that first part:
Autumn Haiku
The crisp air on my skin
The carpets of fire and gold
My breath on the wind
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Adventures in grocery shopping...
I go to do my grocery shopping today, since my freezer and fridge contain basically nothing but milk and those little smoothies things that give me heartburn when i try to eat them for breakfast. I don't usually eat it so i thought those would be a good way to start getting use to it. (breakfast jumpstarts your metabolism and you loose weight...bla bla bla....yeah, if you get heartburn at 7:45am and can't really eat anything for the rest of the day)
Back to the story. I finish my shopping which involves getting to the checkoutline and noticing that my bag of rice has been slashed by a utility knife probably. They had to send the bag boy to go get another one. (I feel bad for him, i always hated doing that kind of nonsense).
So i finally go to walk out of the store and this 16-17 year old boy in a BDU jacket and long unkempt blonde (like bottle blonde) starts walking out just ahead of me. He's looking around like he's trying to find someone. He get's past the doorway and all of a sudden bolts to the left. I mean like really suspiciously takes off.
I get out the door and look where he ran, all the while having the moral delimma of how exactly i should deal with this. Call the police because he's acting like he probably shoplifted, follow him and see what's up, notify the store of the possibility. I turn around to go talk to someone and i see this black fellow who can't be much older walking towards me...also looking around for someone.
And get this:
He's wearing an FBI jacket.
There's another guy also in a BDU jacket with the "FBI" guy. I look at them think to myself: self, i think he's looking for that boy that just ran. So i asked him if he was looking for a boy in BDUs. He said yeah, and i pointed the way he had gone.
Granted, it wasn't until then that i noticed the FBI guy was wearing jeans that probably hadn't been washed in a little while and was more than likely WAY too young to be an agent.
The two boys walked over to where i pointed and all of a sudden, the first boy pops his head out and starts giggleing like some kind of toddler playing keep away knowing he's not going to be punished. I then hear "Don't you run" from the FBI guy quite clearly warning him not to with an unspoken "or else" attached to it.
And watch in amazement as the first boy takes off running across the parking lot still giggleling. The other two boys follow him, almost half heartedly. Had the one boy not been wearing the FBI jacket, i would have figured they're all just buddies causing a little bit of havoc.
By this point, i'm so confused, all i can do is stand there holding my very heavy bags of groceries in the rain looking rather foolish and with this completly bewildered expression on my face.
Finally snap out of it load my groceries in the car and head out to the light where i can make a safer left turn out of the parking lot.
Guess who's standing at the crosswalk: all three boys having a grand ole laugh.
-_- damn kids.
Back to the story. I finish my shopping which involves getting to the checkoutline and noticing that my bag of rice has been slashed by a utility knife probably. They had to send the bag boy to go get another one. (I feel bad for him, i always hated doing that kind of nonsense).
So i finally go to walk out of the store and this 16-17 year old boy in a BDU jacket and long unkempt blonde (like bottle blonde) starts walking out just ahead of me. He's looking around like he's trying to find someone. He get's past the doorway and all of a sudden bolts to the left. I mean like really suspiciously takes off.
I get out the door and look where he ran, all the while having the moral delimma of how exactly i should deal with this. Call the police because he's acting like he probably shoplifted, follow him and see what's up, notify the store of the possibility. I turn around to go talk to someone and i see this black fellow who can't be much older walking towards me...also looking around for someone.
And get this:
He's wearing an FBI jacket.
There's another guy also in a BDU jacket with the "FBI" guy. I look at them think to myself: self, i think he's looking for that boy that just ran. So i asked him if he was looking for a boy in BDUs. He said yeah, and i pointed the way he had gone.
Granted, it wasn't until then that i noticed the FBI guy was wearing jeans that probably hadn't been washed in a little while and was more than likely WAY too young to be an agent.
The two boys walked over to where i pointed and all of a sudden, the first boy pops his head out and starts giggleing like some kind of toddler playing keep away knowing he's not going to be punished. I then hear "Don't you run" from the FBI guy quite clearly warning him not to with an unspoken "or else" attached to it.
And watch in amazement as the first boy takes off running across the parking lot still giggleling. The other two boys follow him, almost half heartedly. Had the one boy not been wearing the FBI jacket, i would have figured they're all just buddies causing a little bit of havoc.
By this point, i'm so confused, all i can do is stand there holding my very heavy bags of groceries in the rain looking rather foolish and with this completly bewildered expression on my face.
Finally snap out of it load my groceries in the car and head out to the light where i can make a safer left turn out of the parking lot.
Guess who's standing at the crosswalk: all three boys having a grand ole laugh.
-_- damn kids.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Bla day
aside from some drama at work....Meg I love you dearly, BUT I have not evolved so much as to be able to read your fucking PMSing mind!!!!....today has been pretty bla.
Punched number for wOOt!!!! 4 and a half hours!!!!!-_- My brain pretty much contemplating what it would actually feel like for my body to actually melt as though i had no bones like they do in saturday morning cartoons the entire time.
just...don't ask.
Got through my week list of things to do now just have to pester two people to give me what i want.
6 months ago, I asked the EH&S leader (emergency and safety guru) what i would need to do to join the building specific response teams since there are no female team members in my building. Not a sexist deal, just thinking that what if something happens in the ladies room. The victim might prefer to not have a guy comming in to help her.
Also 6 months ago, we had two incidents. One where someone died at my company, and another where I had to run full sprint to stop the ambulence from leaving because no one followed the proper procedure and they didn't know where to go.
So my solution: EMERGENCY BOARDS THAT TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!!!
At the time there were only two lists which were small print and over a year out of date and they were located very far away from where the incedents occured. I was a little ticked at how badly prepared we were for the two emergencies and took it upon myself to propose a solution to the safety board. It was well recieved and then a group took it over....and nothing has really happened for 6 months even though apparently they're doing my proposal almost exactly.
If they're doing almost the same thing.....why in the hell has it taken so long? This seriously could have been up and running in under a month of when i put the proposal.
So join the emergency team and get those damn boards up already!
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In other news...hanging out with my friend Trey tonight or tomorrow whenever he manages to show up. That boy seriously need a PDA.
But he's fun to hang with anyway.
More Yoga for me please. It's the first exercise where I look foward to doing it.
Punched number for wOOt!!!! 4 and a half hours!!!!!-_- My brain pretty much contemplating what it would actually feel like for my body to actually melt as though i had no bones like they do in saturday morning cartoons the entire time.
just...don't ask.
Got through my week list of things to do now just have to pester two people to give me what i want.
6 months ago, I asked the EH&S leader (emergency and safety guru) what i would need to do to join the building specific response teams since there are no female team members in my building. Not a sexist deal, just thinking that what if something happens in the ladies room. The victim might prefer to not have a guy comming in to help her.
Also 6 months ago, we had two incidents. One where someone died at my company, and another where I had to run full sprint to stop the ambulence from leaving because no one followed the proper procedure and they didn't know where to go.
So my solution: EMERGENCY BOARDS THAT TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!!!
At the time there were only two lists which were small print and over a year out of date and they were located very far away from where the incedents occured. I was a little ticked at how badly prepared we were for the two emergencies and took it upon myself to propose a solution to the safety board. It was well recieved and then a group took it over....and nothing has really happened for 6 months even though apparently they're doing my proposal almost exactly.
If they're doing almost the same thing.....why in the hell has it taken so long? This seriously could have been up and running in under a month of when i put the proposal.
So join the emergency team and get those damn boards up already!
********************
In other news...hanging out with my friend Trey tonight or tomorrow whenever he manages to show up. That boy seriously need a PDA.
But he's fun to hang with anyway.
More Yoga for me please. It's the first exercise where I look foward to doing it.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Yeah, birthday....wooo -_-
I decided for my brithday that I wanted to go bowling. And that All-American Favorite pasttime is freaking expensive out here! Especially at the peak times for weekends!
Not that I blame the company...that's just good business. People want, you have a limited supply of lanes, ha! you can charge whatever you want.
Just gah! so frustrating to be trying to work with people on limited income. Not everyone has mommy and daddy shelling out for the bill! What about us college students? (haha, oh wait, i'm not one of them anymore).
I wish I was one of those people that could say something like "I want this and this and this for my birthday". I just can't do that. It feels weird for me at my age to want for things and for my friends to get them for me. See, I'm used to getting things for myself. And even though I know some people want to, and I could really use a few things (considering i just moved and have like nothing!)............this is the most I can do: No gifts required
However, in the event that someone wants to get me something, the things I need the most right now are DVD movies. I have like maybe 15 movies and 6 of them are the Star Wars series.
Really, I don't care if they're the duplicate movies that have been sitting on the shelf for years or if you spend like 20$ on them (ee gads! I hope not). That's really just what would be most useful to me.
I like action, drama, good comedy (no crotch shots or falling down cause really, that's not acting) musicals, classics, Sci-fi, fantasy, even some chick flicks (common, the good ones really)
Oh, and I can save people a lot of time: if it has Will Ferral in it....I will return it. I hate his acting style and he grates on my nerves just thinking about him.
I'm guessing not many people will read this but here are some options that I can think of off the top of my head:
Wanted
Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Gone in 60 Seconds
Dune
National Treasure (1)
Transformers
27 Dresses
Good Luck Chuck
Patch Adams
American Pie (1/2)
Count de Monte Cristo
Stardust (!)
The Borne series (1/2/3)
The Matrix series (1/3)
xXx (triple X)
Chronicals of Narnia (1/2 if it's even out yet)
Chronicals of Ridic
The phantom of the Opera
I don't expect to get anything so will be happy if I do. And for those that are those wonderful random people you meet over the internet but never actually meet in real life maybe that list of movies will give you some further insite to me. I don't know. Cheers!
Not that I blame the company...that's just good business. People want, you have a limited supply of lanes, ha! you can charge whatever you want.
Just gah! so frustrating to be trying to work with people on limited income. Not everyone has mommy and daddy shelling out for the bill! What about us college students? (haha, oh wait, i'm not one of them anymore).
I wish I was one of those people that could say something like "I want this and this and this for my birthday". I just can't do that. It feels weird for me at my age to want for things and for my friends to get them for me. See, I'm used to getting things for myself. And even though I know some people want to, and I could really use a few things (considering i just moved and have like nothing!)............this is the most I can do: No gifts required
However, in the event that someone wants to get me something, the things I need the most right now are DVD movies. I have like maybe 15 movies and 6 of them are the Star Wars series.
Really, I don't care if they're the duplicate movies that have been sitting on the shelf for years or if you spend like 20$ on them (ee gads! I hope not). That's really just what would be most useful to me.
I like action, drama, good comedy (no crotch shots or falling down cause really, that's not acting) musicals, classics, Sci-fi, fantasy, even some chick flicks (common, the good ones really)
Oh, and I can save people a lot of time: if it has Will Ferral in it....I will return it. I hate his acting style and he grates on my nerves just thinking about him.
I'm guessing not many people will read this but here are some options that I can think of off the top of my head:
Wanted
Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Gone in 60 Seconds
Dune
National Treasure (1)
Transformers
27 Dresses
Good Luck Chuck
Patch Adams
American Pie (1/2)
Count de Monte Cristo
Stardust (!)
The Borne series (1/2/3)
The Matrix series (1/3)
xXx (triple X)
Chronicals of Narnia (1/2 if it's even out yet)
Chronicals of Ridic
The phantom of the Opera
I don't expect to get anything so will be happy if I do. And for those that are those wonderful random people you meet over the internet but never actually meet in real life maybe that list of movies will give you some further insite to me. I don't know. Cheers!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
another tangent
Oh, I forgot to mention. My roommate got a job at a daycare in the belevue area. I'm so proud of her. She basically got the job on the spot. Good nannies just exude excelence, and she is one of them.
On a side note (semi jokingly): She won't be hogging the tv at lunchtime anymore! (not that i really cared, but it would be nice to watch something other than reality shows on my lunch break once in a while)
On a side note (semi jokingly): She won't be hogging the tv at lunchtime anymore! (not that i really cared, but it would be nice to watch something other than reality shows on my lunch break once in a while)
a lot of ramblings
Yesterdays post was long overdue and I feel so much better after posting it. I just got tired of being told to change who I am.
I figured the people that know me, care about me, and love me will look at that and go "I understand this." or, hopefully, like a friend who I talk to before this "I understand this, and it's one of those things I respect you for". (not in so many words, but it felt good for someone to view my "bad" traits as something refreshing and admirable)
But enough. Onto more peaceful things:
I did not end up making my yoga class on friday. I didn't get to leave work until about 20 minutes too late and never would have made it there by that time. So I went home to see if there were any other classes for that evening. My roommate made the suggestion for me to check out our On-Demand and see if they had something for yoga. Normally, i don't advocate for large corporate companies. But On-Demand is the coolest thing since sliced bread. Not only is it capable of recording 2 shows at once (nifty for two different people), but you can get free movies anytime you want, and....yoga to do in the privacy of your appartment. all for about the price of what you would get reguar tv for.
Doing yoga again, was great. I found I'm less balanced that before, but still just about as fexible. Between an hour on the stairstepper (200 steps), tredmil (1.5 mile), and eliptical (....i don't remember how far) versus 40 minutes of yoga.....Ha, i could barely move after yoga whereas i barely noticed a difference with the other workout. Two days later, i was still feeling my obliques.
What is that saying of the marines? Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Long about the warrior poses is when my brain quieted. They are just so intense. It's that inner calm i've always sought. Someone once asked me to just babble my stream of conciousness. They regretted it. They said that they couldn't even keep up when i was thinking about something and then trying to explain it because i would go off on yet another tangent. They're the ones that described my brain as the highway full of cars going at top speeds.
But if you've ever driven down into a valey in the morning when the fog covers the road ahead of you and it's just this sea of white haze, you'll have an idea of what i feel.
HaHa, tangent.
I have on demand in my room now. So rather than worrying about my roommate walking in and seeing me in one of those compromising positions (for yoga you dirty minded people)....i can close my door and she'll knock first (yay for great roommates).
Oh, and a bedskirt which i stayed up until 11pm yesterday ironing. being productive when you can't sleep can be a good thing.
I figured the people that know me, care about me, and love me will look at that and go "I understand this." or, hopefully, like a friend who I talk to before this "I understand this, and it's one of those things I respect you for". (not in so many words, but it felt good for someone to view my "bad" traits as something refreshing and admirable)
But enough. Onto more peaceful things:
I did not end up making my yoga class on friday. I didn't get to leave work until about 20 minutes too late and never would have made it there by that time. So I went home to see if there were any other classes for that evening. My roommate made the suggestion for me to check out our On-Demand and see if they had something for yoga. Normally, i don't advocate for large corporate companies. But On-Demand is the coolest thing since sliced bread. Not only is it capable of recording 2 shows at once (nifty for two different people), but you can get free movies anytime you want, and....yoga to do in the privacy of your appartment. all for about the price of what you would get reguar tv for.
Doing yoga again, was great. I found I'm less balanced that before, but still just about as fexible. Between an hour on the stairstepper (200 steps), tredmil (1.5 mile), and eliptical (....i don't remember how far) versus 40 minutes of yoga.....Ha, i could barely move after yoga whereas i barely noticed a difference with the other workout. Two days later, i was still feeling my obliques.
What is that saying of the marines? Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Long about the warrior poses is when my brain quieted. They are just so intense. It's that inner calm i've always sought. Someone once asked me to just babble my stream of conciousness. They regretted it. They said that they couldn't even keep up when i was thinking about something and then trying to explain it because i would go off on yet another tangent. They're the ones that described my brain as the highway full of cars going at top speeds.
But if you've ever driven down into a valey in the morning when the fog covers the road ahead of you and it's just this sea of white haze, you'll have an idea of what i feel.
HaHa, tangent.
I have on demand in my room now. So rather than worrying about my roommate walking in and seeing me in one of those compromising positions (for yoga you dirty minded people)....i can close my door and she'll knock first (yay for great roommates).
Oh, and a bedskirt which i stayed up until 11pm yesterday ironing. being productive when you can't sleep can be a good thing.
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