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Off to Ohio for an extended weekend, hooray! There will be much gaming and hanging out with cool people and NOT HAVING TO WORK. Back on Monday <3
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[15 Jun 2009|09:44am] |
Serious panic attack yesterday when I saw the posted schedule for work.
So maybe I've mentioned how I've been planning on going to Origins with boyfriend and friends since October. It's my first convention, mostly gaming etc and Kathryn will be there to usher me around and show me all the fun stuff. It's next week, and back in late March/early April I requested the week off.
Well, it was all well and good and I got the slip saying it was granted so I had Dan book me tickets and we've got the hotel reservations and bus tickets and everything now.
Only I look at the schedule and I'm down for 38 hours that week.
UMMMM WHAAT???
I go to Marla in a panic, and she says "I've only got you down for the 22nd." and I'm thinking ohshitohshit I was so careful, did I really do something stupid like only put the first day down?? But we looked at the granted time off requests and I did put both dates. Obviously this is not my fault. But now there's a big to-do at work because of the 5 people that are cleared to work at Guest Services, 4 of us will now be gone that week.
Clearly there are things that are not happening. I'm not giving up my vacation because they screwed up. I'm sure nothing petty will happen like "we never got your time off request and you just didn't show up for a week, you're fired" because I'm too valuable and again, I'd be willing to argue it too the top if necessary.
But I can't help feeling guilty and upset, because that's who I am and I hate conflict. I hate the fact that the managers will probably have to work even more hours this week to make up for the mistake and I don't want them to resent me for it even if it's not my problem because it still revolves around me. Marla didn't say "whoops we'll fix this" she said "this is a major problem" which while she was probably freaking out as hard as me, wasn't terribly reassuring. I'm trying to give it a few days (like, til Wednesday) before I freak out again, but having this unresolved makes me continually jittery.
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[04 Jun 2009|09:42am] |
So life has been exciting the last week, and not in a good way.
~Paycheck on Friday was $100 short on this month's rent, which meant that either I couldn't pay off my credit card entirely or I'd have to dip into savings. I chose the credit card, which doesn't make me any happier (see next point)
~Car got taken in for a bill of $850. The springs in the front were breaking, which could have lead to popped tires and obviously needed to be fixed. Unfortunately, my credit card has a limit of $500, so I had to ask my parents for a loan while I waited for my money to transfer between accounts. I dipped farther into my savings that I'd ever like, and had to wipe out half of what I'd put aside to pay for my student loans.
~got mild sunstroke at the zoo, but that was passable because I was with boyfriend and grandma and I had a ton of fun. Did mean that our entire saturday was spent groaning "oh god I'm so tired I can't move whyyyy" but otherwise acceptable.
~asked Marla about hours at work, where I got a very weird reply. I asked if, with students coming back from college and having less hours available would hours be cut back. She said there was no direct relation between the two, and that she's trying to put me in a variety of places when I'm not needed at GS. Hoookay, but how are more people + less hours =/= hour cuts for everyone? I'm managing about 20 hours a week these past few, but since I need 25-27 to survive this isn't so hot.
~see above, I'm desperately short on cash. While cleaning the sewing room (which of course never did get finished over memorial day weekend, yeah right) I found some of my old rock collections and have decided to make little wire gem trees and attempt to sell them. But then of course, can't find the wire or wire cutters anywhere in the house. How typical. Can't make clothes to sell cause no sewing room. Can't make trees to sell cause no supplies. I'm stuck in every direction, and all I want to do is something creative!
~Kathryn's school did not get accredited for her library science degree, and now she will have to attend Milwaukee to get everything squared away. There was a brief freakout over the weekend where she thought she would have to move out in the fall, and since we've already renewed our lease for our apartment I freaked about getting a new roommate but it looks like things are okay again? Won't know for sure for another few weeks, but at least that's probably abated.
~this morning, Charlie decided he needed to be loved at 4.00, so I let him into my room, shortly after Toby joined us. At 6.00, they decided they needed to be fed. I lock them out again after this, but at 8.30, Charlie learns how to projectile vomit his entire breakfast under Kathryn's closed door. He decides he's hungry again (after emptying his stomach I don't doubt it) but that the best thing to eat? Would be his old breakfast. WHY CAT WHY? YOU ARE STUPID AND DISGUSTING.
Despite the fact that I have all of $40 to my name until the 12th, I really, really want to buy some shoes. Alas, they are not available in my size. However, there is a pair remarkably similar that IS available in my size. I need opinions on this matter of great importance, people! These are the shoes that I want. They come in a few different colors, but I like the brown the best. The only color that is available in my size right now is yellow, which could be interesting but I'd need to be talked into it if anyone's willing. These are the shoes available in my size, but I'm not certain I like them as much. Should I wait to get the ones I like better, when they might no longer be on sale, or get the second choice? I wanted them before I went to Origins (eee my first con!) at the end of the month, but since I'm so damn broke anyway it probably doesn't make a difference how soon I get them. Also, I intend to get these when they are back in stock of my size. I've come to terms with the fact that I have a serious thing for shoes.
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[19 May 2009|10:20am] |
Toby has been ridiculously attached to me the past few days. He's slept with me almost every night (he even let me sleep all the way to my alarm the other day, but that didn't follow through last night, fucker.) and he's been sitting on my lap every time I'm at the computer. It's super cute, especially since I've been desperate to try and change Kathryn's cats to cuddle-kitties like mine is, but DAMN he's heavy. It's worse when they both decide to cuddle at the same time. HAI GUYZ MY LAP ISN'T THAT BIG. Kathryn said there are times when she thinks they love me more, but I don't know why that would be, even though they do tend to prefer my room for most things.
Other news, school is over and I'm thrilled, mom claims she's going to make a big push to finish the sewing room over Memorial Day weekend so I can finish those dresses I'm backlogged on and maybe take some more commissions, my DS Chinese Coach teaches simplified characters and weird pinyin and it's driving me nuts and my room desperately needs to be cleaned. Good thing I'm only working 20 hours this week *gag*.
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[07 May 2009|10:37pm] |
Mom asks me, "Do you think you're doing enough with your talents?" or she phrased it differently...in such a way that she was saying she thinks I'm very talented in many areas (which I agree, I don't care if that makes me vain) but the way she said it made me depressed. I'm not doing enough of what I love. I love too many things to be able to pursue any of them to the greatness I'd like them to be. I don't have enough time in the world to follow all of my dreams. It makes me feel very...flat.
School's out on the 13th. I need to write more. At least that is something I can fit into small periods of time and get better at. I have Walker to go back to (which is even MORE AWESOME than before now that I've got it in visual-play format in my brain) and I have Slumber to poke, and a few other SMverse things that need to be put together, and I desperately need to write more GesMa even just for myself (oh Ashurbanapul you will be so full of amazing when I am through with you). Grant me the motivation I need to do the things I love. I hate myself a little for being so far behind in everything.
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[07 Apr 2009|06:30pm] |
I have decided to write Walker twice - first time through as a play. I think this will help me with my tendency to reveal too much at the beginning and lose all suspense. It'll also keep me from putting in too much exposition and thought-processes. I hope it turns out, I'm already thinking about the layout far differently than I had before.
Finished KHII this afternoon. I know I spent far too much time farming synth materials but whatever, it's over. Riku totally fakes being hurt just so Sora will grab his ass.
if I didn't need attendance as part of my grade for photoshop, I'd do everything at home. The program is awesome and the book is helpful. The professor is useless as soon as he gets off book, and he said so himself. I want to beat my head into the desk.
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[01 Apr 2009|09:59pm] |
A while ago AJ called and we talked for almost an hour. It was really, really nice. I'm so glad that I'm on a good page with him, and with my other "exes" if they can be called that, cause I'm realizing that my circle of friends is really and truly limited right now.
Dan's parents took us to see RENT which was, as expected, AWESOME AND AMAZING. They even got us ground floor seats. I've NEVER sat on the ground floor as far as I can remember. I was singing the entire time. Also it was with the original Roger and Mark, and Mimi was more of an alto than mezzo and I think I really really liked her there. Joann's still my favorite role though, and Angel was brilliant as always. And Collins' voice was like pure sex, just as it should be.
I was super nervous about meeting his parents, especially since Dan's got this steady, close to permanent-type job and I'm working retail and going to school for a degree I'm not even pursuing as a career. There were a lot of two part questions- "what do you like?" followed by "oh, how nice! Is that what you want to end up doing then?". His mom apparently liked me though, and we talked a lot of musicals which was really encouraging. They extended an invitation for Easter, but I'm splitting it between my folks. Doing a holiday even after 6 months still makes it feel like a more permanent relationship, and while I'm not seeing anything going wrong in the foreseeable future I don't like the boxed-in feeling.
I'm at the point in KH2 where I'm grinding synthesis items and playing lots of ridiculous mini-games. Part of me just wants to say fuck it and let it go, but the OCD part of me needs to put little mickey-mouse ears on every stupid thing in Jiminy's Journal. It'll be the first time I'll actually finish the game too! I had gotten as far as Hades Cup last time before the PS2 was stolen.
( Character Meme )
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[01 Apr 2009|03:07pm] |
Two dreams last night, both bizzare (well they came from me, what do you expect?) first dream was the longest but less detailed - it included zombies. Only not scary zombies, Nightmare Before Christmas zombies, happy zombies. The world was divided into those who were alive and those who lived in the Halloween Town. I lived in normal-ville and was a middle-age housewife. I got an advertisement for being a zombie, which was against all policies that were up between the two living spaces. We had all sorts of protection measures against undeadd invasions, but my husband was furious that they were soliciting across the borders so we went there and they had all these measures against us as well. It included a lot of random bombs. Somehow my husband barrelled through and all the inhabitants were freaked out because they were more scarred of us than we of them. All I saw was how absolutely alike their lifestyle was to ours - there were schools, kids playing hopscotch, businessmen...it looked entirely pleasant. I was tempted. I got dragged back to the community church because I wanted to talk to the pastor about it, but since it wasn't a Catholic church everyone found out and they were all appalled that I could even consider joining the undead and that I thought things looked pleasant there.
Second dream involved a large and lovely house - I was seeing my dad off to work and he had his beard again. He was wearing a bright blue turban as a joke, and decided to carry everything instead of a briefcase. We had a man-maid, but he would just look at the house and not actually clean anything. After my dad went to work, these two bright pink hippie cars pulled in even though she couldn't get all the way into the garage. They wandered into the house and tracked dirt everywhere before realizing that it was the wrong house. Then I was running late for class but they had left the one car in the garage when they ran away in embarassment, and the maid was trying to get money from them for some reason worth the value of the cars, and gave them our cassorole dish. They kept singing about soup when the came back but I wanted everyone to leave so I could finish getting dressed and make it to school on time.
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[20 Mar 2009|11:33pm] |
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Sick AND poor. Woke up this morning to my throat being completely swelled shut. It's a joy trying to swallow, sneezes are the worst. Can't cough cause there's nothing there. And of course, I'd already used up all the cold medicine in my first-aid kit of doom/awesomeness. Clearly less than awesome right now, but still. I haven't been sick in a long time, I hope this doesn't last.
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[19 Mar 2009|03:06am] |
I seriously hate being poor. It's awful. I was doing all right until all these bills hit at once and now I'm scrambling desperately to pull myself out of this hole that I can just never quite make it out of. And I'm spending FAR too much on gas to get to work, I realize. And even though I joined a family plan to pay for my cell phone (and how will that work if my parents are seperating anyway?) so that's cheaper, I have all these other things that I need to sort out. And I owe my mom and Kathryn money and I HATE owing people money, and I probably owe Dan money too cause I hate having him pay for everything even though he is far more financially stable than I. UGH. Payday is on Friday, and I know it's not going to go far enough.
*cry* I need a raise. Or something.
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[05 Mar 2009|07:30am] |
I'm frustrated because I woke up this morning remembering my dream vividly, and then fell asleep again telling myself my dream so I would write it down and now I've already forgotten parts of it. so I'll do my best to remember as much of it as I can.
It starts out kind of like a trekkie dream - we're all in space. my crew and I are being pursued by this blue ship with my psychic keeping the tractor beam at bay. WE reach the very edge of space and stop dead. There is nothing there, just impenetrable clouds and a hole showing there is nothing beyond. No stars, no space, nothing. We had hoped that by the time we reached the edge of space, our luck would have turned and we would have something to bargin with the pursuers. We had their leader in our custody or something. But they didn'tw ant to bargin, and my crew decided that we would go all out.
We lept into the emptiness beyond the edge of space wearing only our suits (later our spaceship shows up I'm not quite sure how). We are clearly acting insane, but once through we realize that space hadn't ended it just warped us to a new system. We are not followed. The closest planet is 15 km away and we manage to get pulled into the gravity before we freeze to death in the cold of space.
This new system is called Solaris or something- it is entirely eerie. The sun is in a constant state of partial eclipse, it looks like it's had a bite taken from it at all points in time. There's this feeling that the sun is watching everything, like Saruman. The planet we are on is technologically advanced but entirely vacated. Our prisoner went wandering away and we let her because there was nowhere to run to, and I sat watching the strange sun until I felt cold.
Three of my crew and I boarded these hanging chairs like at the amusement park, that followed a track through the city. We rounded the corner to see that somehow we HAD been followed, our prisoner's crew had found her and were looking for us to get revenge. We actually went right through their meeting but luckily weren't seen. We WERE seen on the way out though, but I beckoned him to join our car first because there was a lot more at stake than simple rivalries. He went kung-fu on us and ripped off his shirt and climbed up the wall to get into the car-chair with us.
We all sat in a room and realized that things were going missing. Small things, hardly noticable - a pair of glasses, a hairtie, a pen...but somehow someone else always managed to find it. Don't ask me why but apparently this was a sign of something evil. There was a list we discovered, of things lost and others who found them and apparently this had something to do with the disappearance of the people on this planet before we arrived.
I woke up briefly, then went back to sleep where I was telling Kathryn and Dan about my dream so I could remember it. Then I slid into a strange side-show back on the planet, which was now populated (maybe before we arrived?) A few things happened. There was a crash onto the planet and the crash was US even though we were already there, then multiple more crashes of US (it was some sort of time rip) and there was the public execution of the Alien from the movie Alien. There was mass chaos at that one since she was spewing acid at people first. Then this guy started preaching that it was in the lore that all pregnant women who are killed must have their noses cut off and their blood drunk, to maintain their power or something. No one particularly wanted to take part in that for obvious reasons, but he sliced off one of the Alien's inner mouths and white milky blood filled his cup and his drank it down.
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[27 Feb 2009|05:01am] |
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What kind of asshole HONKS at someone who's stuck in the snow? The day has been full of very nice people helping each other (myself included when my car got stuck in the parking lot here at home) and total assholes who keep honking while people are stuck revving their engines at the stoplight.
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[21 Feb 2009|04:45am] |
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Again not a very exciting day. Kathryn and I spatted last night, which is never pleasant, but I think things are sorted now. I never know half the time.
I was on the floor at work today, which was really nice. I got to see all the new things that were everywhere! I also was BRILLIANT because a package of pony beads had opened, and so I tucked it under my arm while I collected the ones that had fallen everywhere. of course, when I bent over to pick up the fallen beads....fwoosh. I'm sooper smart. XD
At one point while I was ringing and there was a huge line, there was this loud, unearthly scream. The whole store went silent. It happened again. I thought maybe someone had broken their leg or something. Never did figure out who made the noise. It might have been a very vocal child, it might have been someone with a disability. I don't know. Freaked everyone out a little.
I went home to my mother's after work, and it was snowing. Kinda slid past the turn to get to my house, but it wasn't too bad. She apparently spun out on her way home. I did some laundry and cuddled the cat, and then we ate Boboli and chatted and it was most excellent. We watched the second episode of "Dollhouse" which was far more engaging than the first, and then we prepared to watch "Lost" (which was, of course, the entire reason for my going over after work) and the stupid DVR had deleted it because it thought it was a repeat. Which it wasn't. It was also set as the #1 priority and to allow repeats, so who knows what the fuck is up with that. It was a disappointment.
Mom wheedled and begged and moped about me going home. She thought the roads were too dangerous (and yes, they really were pretty bad) but since dad took the bed in the guest bedroom (which used to be mine) there really wasn't a place for me to sleep. She wanted me to take her bed, and she'd sleep on the floor in the living room. She does that occasionally anyway, because it helps her back, but it was seriously awkward. I really didn't want to stay. She didn't like it, but there was too much awkward for me to agree to it.
tomorrow or sunday I have to work on weeding that stupid virus off my desktop. I'm not looking forward to it. Sometime in there I should probably do some homework too. I'm feeling very unmotivated.
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I've really gotten out of the habit of journaling and I suppose now is as good a time as any to get back into the swing of it.
Valentines Day was good, I had an extended 3 day weekend which was fantastic. Dan took Friday off, and we spent the whole time together. It went well, which makes me very happy. He got me a blue bowl for my mac & cheese which was just about perfect.
Monday I came home from work to discover the electricity had been out for an hour. Kathryn came home and we lit spaghetti on the stove so we could then light candles around the apartment. The floating candles in the bowl we have in the living room (which the cats insist on drinking from despite the fact they have bowls in the kitchen and the bathroom) kept floating to the side, and when we tried to push them back to the center we managed to blister our fingers against the glass.
Squeeler has some sort of kidney problems, my mom has not kept me very up to date with that. She doesn't take pills (we've tried everything) so if things get bad, it might be the end. This does not make me happy.
Things with the parents are still pretty grim. Dad doesn't like his apartment, even though it's got vaulted ceilings and a wood burning fireplace. I've not seen it yet. He also doesn't understand why he was kicked out, which doesn't look good for things improving anytime soon. I don't get to talk to him as much, since I'm still "his little girl" and have been shielded from all these problems my entire life. He doesn't want to admit anything to me, and so talking with him is very hard. I let him continue to "protect" me, but it means I really don't get his take on things. Mom seems to be handling things better and that is all of course relative. I talk to her more frequently since we get together at least once a week to watch Lost, but she's not in good shape either.
Add to the doubled living expenses, and the cat not doing well, and both of them have been rear-ended and have car repairs...2009 is pretty much full of suck right now.
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[12 Jan 2009|04:15pm] |
Ive not updated recently because situations are tough right now. I thought it only fair to give people a heads up if I seem distant or abstract for a while. I won't go into great detail because a lot of it is personal matters, but here's a briefing:
Things have been pretty rocky at both homes - parentals and less so in my apartment. My dad has moved out for the next six months, and I'm worried about him because I don't trust him to contact me on his own and I really don't want to lose contact with him. My mom I see regularly already but she is in a better position to be handling the changes going on and the troubles they both need to work out.
I've also been stressed because a while ago one of the girls at Guest Services quit, leaving me to take her place. I'm not on the floor as much as I would like and dealing with people all day (while generally Joann customers are friendly and understanding) really wears me down. I've also noticed a decrease in my hours especially next week, which has me very worried if it is a trend that is starting I don't know if I'll be able to find another job + Joann + school to manage my finances.
I've been coping by replaying video games and watching movies, which is great for a de-stressor but frustrates me because it means I'm doing less of the creative things I really want to put my energy into, like writing, drawing and sewing. It was part of my resolution to do more of the creative things, but it's not been working out so hot as of yet. I'm still making an effort though.
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[25 Dec 2008|06:37pm] |
A few people from college have found me on Twitter, and through a series of links I've seen a map of interesting friendships that seem to continue.
It makes me realize that I never really made any lasting friends at school. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hebei is the only one I routinely keep in contact with, everyone else seems to have fallen off the board. And it feels like they still keep in contact with each other, which makes me wonder why I never connected? Why didn't I form a group of people to hang out with, where are my supposed "bonds for life"? AST was the closest I got to having a solid family at school, and that didn't happen until the end of sophomore year anyway.
It's not that I'm sad that THOSE PEOPLE aren't MY PEOPLE. I didn't connect with them for a reason. I didn't get involved in the theatre drama, I never connected with the BSSFA group, the Bushnell gang didn't sit right either. But I wonder how much was incompatibility, how much was be being uptight and not wanting to get involved too deep? Why Jim always thought I "wasn't that kind of girl" and also that I hated him for some reason? I never did. I don't like that I gave anyone the impression I thought I might be better than them, or that I wasn't interested in hanging out because I didn't drink/smoke/fall into the incestuous relationships that seem to be fostered on such a small campus.
Now I have a small group of friends, which is fine. They're wonderful people. And this post is mainly just nostalgic, wondering if I missed out on something bigger...but I know that things are going to be fine. Maybe I'll become friends after the fact, or maybe I'll just watch from the sidelines like I so often do. At least I'm confident and comfortable with the relationships I *did* form.
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[19 Dec 2008|07:28pm] |
I have decided to quit life and join the circus.
Okay, so I'm WAY out of shape for that. Maybe I'll start as a singer in the circus and work my way slowly into the acts as I labourously get in shape and gain flexibility. Rachel, if you still read this hook me up! (I'm half-serious here). I'd forgotten how amazing it can be. Also, I really like it when I feel in shape.
I was reading somewhere today that a study was done on various "geniuses" of their fields, and the result was that they only came into their element ("groking" it, if grok can be a verb) after putting in 10,000 hours. I suppose if I really want to get my own voice in my writing, I should shut up and do it already.
I know I make my resolutions every year, and like all resolutions they tend to fall flat after about one or two months. Still, I'm making my list and maybe I'll do better with it. Won't know until I try.
- Write at least once a week.
- Keep playing DDR.
- Maintain some sort of fitness. EVEN in the hibernation winter (<-- is currently failing)
- Reduce the usage of the word "like" in my everyday vocabulary.
- Help mother finish the sewing room so I can actually SEW the things I've been meaning to.
- Travel out of state. Hopefully more than once.
- Continue to update d-f.net (go check it out guys (if you have firefox - currently not working so well in IE) cause my final project is done even if some links are missing)
Time goes by frighteningly fast.
ALSO since Kathryn usually hosts New Years, or belying that I do, we figured it would make sense that we host again this year. Work schedules are still unknown, but if you can make it please let us know! (especially since no one but Ben has seen the place, we'd really like you to visit!)
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[07 Dec 2008|10:06pm] |
The Year In Review Meme: Copy/paste the first sentence/couple sentences of your first entry for each month of 2008
( From good to blah )
I've been reading through some of my old entries, because it's what the cool kids do XD It's really interesting to track my progress over time, and it makes me wish I journaled more (yes spellcheck I know it's not a word shutup.) I also wish that I was more explicit sometimes - I have moments where I've hinted at epiphanies that for the life of me I can't remember what they were, and I'll suggest remembering something forever that I haven't a clue what I was talking about. I wish I had written more about Mori no Ike, but at least I chronicled the start of Scotland pretty well (even if that did peter off near the end).
I'm considering getting a twitter account. Maybe I'd use it, maybe I wouldn't I don't know. It might help me keep track of the more mundane things in my life that I'd like to remember.
Things have been puttering along nicely, nothing to complain about. Things with Dan are going well, I actually called him of my own accord this past week just to talk - this is important to me. Since I don't see him more than once a week usually it's finally gotten where that week seems too long. Before it wasn't too bad of an issue. I spent Saturday with him and we had a good time, though I was jumped practically the minute I walked in the door which was startling and wasn't prepared for. We played a game called Puzzle Quest, I ate mac& cheese that wasn't from a blue box (so it was velveeta and not what people might say "real" mac & cheese but considering I don't eat non-kraft it was a surprisingly good move) and we went to the mall and talked etc. I had a good time.
Work has been killing me, though not really in a bad way. I still enjoy my job, it just seems to be all I do. I had a gentleman offer to pay me to make a scrapbook for his wife's 50th birthday. I did have a lot of fun doing the one for me grandma, but I also have to work heavily on my website for my final project. It is not going as well as I would like and I might have to change tactics. Blarg.
Kathryn has been very quiet the last few days and it's kinda disconcerting, but she did warn me that things were probably going to be a bit tense for her these next few weeks with her finals coming up which are a lot more task-intensive than mine are. I'm just going to try and keep things nice around the apartment so she doesn't have to think about things. We have a christmas tree, and I want to wrap a whole bunch of things and decorate it and everything too ^^
The best thing about christmas is having a lot of presents that are wrapped in different papers. This is my biggest complain to the wrapping paper companies. I love having that wide colorful variety but generally there is SO much paper on each roll that it is pointless to get a whole variety of types because you'll never use it all! I think it would make a lot more sense if they provided less paper on each roll so you use more papers more efficiently. Then you wouldn't have to store them for consequent years either -they'd be all used up. It would mean that people would have to buy paper every year, so even if you had to cut the costs because there was less volume of paper/roll you'd still be selling more rolls/year. Think about it, wrapping-paper companies.
17 days til christmas, where did the year go?
I still miss Scotland.
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[02 Dec 2008|10:42pm] |
So I remembered why I both love and hate winter. I love it because as I got out of work, the whole world was muted and beautiful and crunched softly beneath my feet. It wasn't too cold, it was just right and with the glow of the streetlamps all around I felt like I was living in a cotton cocoon.
Then I tried to drive in it. Forgot that I don't have ABS and have to pump my brakes to get them to work. Managed to get down the freeway at about 20mph with few mishaps, until I tried to turn onto the street to visit my parents house and promptly skidded hard into the curb. Last time that happened, one of my wheels went out of alignment and I couldn't drive straight. It doesn't look quite as bad this time, but it looks like something might have happened again. And since it's going to cost more than I have at the moment, I'm thinking I'm forgoing the Adobe Suite for christmas in favor of some much needed help maintaining my car.
In other news, my mother fuels my dorkdom and I love her for it. That's right, on December 13th I'm hoping to go see "A Klingon Christmas Carol" subtitled in English with commentary from the Vulcan Institute of Anthropology. The only thing that would make it better would be if it was sung XDD But then I wouldn't have much faith in Klingon Opera anyway.
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