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Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

Subject:Random check in
Time:7:33 am.
Mood:Sleepy.
So I got sick yesterday. Managed to catch my niece's stomach bug (after the doctor's insisted up and down she was no longer contagious) and with that spent roughly 18 hours yesterday asleep, conked out on my couch and unable to eat anything except one popcycle, a couple of handfuls of Chedder and Sour Cream chips (what, it's almost the same as crackers!) and enough Gatorade to down a horse. I actually was scheduled for a physical yesterday morning, so it was pretty much perfect timing to get sick. My doc hooked me up with some meds, told me to keep drinking and to call her in the morning if it didn't go away on it's own.

Well, it's morning and despite having woken up only about an hour ago (6:30, for those of you keeping track at home. Typically what I'd call an ungodly hour that should never be seen unless one is meeting it by staying up all night, but I suppose sleeping 18 hours the day before gives certain compensation to it), I'm pretty much ready for another nap again. I was blaming my meds for my sleepiness since they're narcotics, but they've worn off and I'm still tired, so apparently it's just being sick still. I feel miles better than yesterday though, so I'll take what I can get.

I did talk to the doc about my desire to learn how to run (did not mention the upcoming Revolution), more out of concern for my knees than anything else. She didn't seem to have any issues with this and I've new running sneakers, so score! We'll see soon whether or not I actually manage to up my stamina stats.

Went to see the Gambit movie this past weekend with a friend. Good times. Gambit was pretty, as to be expected, and so was Wolverine, which I've never quite gotten used to. (Also my head kept wanting to do a X-Men/SPN fusion due to the whole brothers thing, which would be a logistical and cracktastic nightmare.) The movie was decent, with lots of explosions and pretty fighting and randomly naked men, so score. It also messed with several of my favorite characters' backstories in unnecessary ways, which I found lame. (Also, I'm pretty sure Mr. Sinister would have Taken Issue with anyone randomly kidnapping Scott and Remy for genetic testing purposes. Talk about encroaching on his territory, I mean really.) But for a summer pop flick, it was definitely enjoyable. Plus, Hugh Jackman's butt was visable, more than once. Gotta love that.

Let's see... In other news, school is out, I've signed up for my one summer class (Death and the Afterlife, how cool is that?), and for three Fall courses. I'll probably be dropping one of them in favor of a pre-thesis course but I don't mind the lack of that one at all. It turns out that GSU's Empires does not focus on the Empires I am particularly interested in (No mention at all of Palpatine or Vader either, I'm disappointed to report) but instead is more about trading empires and the like. Which, trading Venetian empires and the other Italian city states might be interesting, but the rest I've no desire to learn about, and so don't mind dropping.

In other other news, broke my laptop. Again. Managed to do so in my sleep this time, so points for originality to me. It's a pathetically minor break - I managed to snap the enter key in half, which means I can still use it, it's just awkwardly shaped and keeps catching on my pinky nail. I contacted Dell about it, and they can't send a new enter key (which would make sense) but instead have to replace the entire bloody keyboard. Yay for logic, Dell.

In final news, it was Mom's birthday yesterday. I tried calling (heroically, I might add, since it felt like I was on my death bed), but could not get through. Had to leave a voicemail which pretty much makes me the world's worst daughter, I'm sure, but I did try. I'm going to send her up some flowers for Mother's Day as well. No idea what I'll do for P on that day. Thinking about P and Mother's Day always makes me uncomfortable, seeing as I feel obligated to do something but have no idea ever what. Eh. I'm promised to help care for the kids next weekend while P is off running the swine flu crisis management center (I will say that for all my issues with my stepmother, her job is AWESOME) so I'll probably do what I usually do and give her something vicariously through the children.

Which is the random update and check in from me. How are y'all doing?
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Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

Time:2:56 pm.
Mood: calm.
So Destin was a lot of fun but the drive nearly killed me. Well, drive back, I should say, because the one down wasn't half bad. Coming back though? Yeah, a pleasure I wouldn't mind never repeating.

But the beach was gorgeous and there were shells and white sands and four foot waves and I got dunked by mother mother ocean more times than I could count. I did eventually break down and buy a new suit, and by "eventually", I mean within two hours of time that could have been spent at the beach.

I love the ocean, how huge and insane it is, how it just doesn't give a damn if you're there, but how it doesn't ever really seem to mind it either. I love the smell of it, the sound of the waves and the hint of salt in the air and on your skin after you leave.

Destin was different than New England beaches, which is the majority of oceanfront experience I had before. You can taste the salt tang in the air each time you open your mouth up north, and the sea is slate as is often the sky. In Destin, the sky was azure and the ocean green and clear and smooth and there were sand dollars and cracked crab claws and weird tiny sea creatures that could be caught and peered at and exclaimed over. Up north, the only sea creatures you usually see are dead horseshoe crabs and oysters, if you're lucky. Up there, the ocean is angrier, fiercer, colder, and the fog rolls in night and day and you can't ever see very far at all, which was the exact opposite of our time in Destin, where the sun didn't stop shining and it felt like you could see until the end of the world.

It was a fun trip. I bought bad chocolate and not much else to take back with me. My only real souvenir is a piece of a sand dollar, because all the shells I collected were stolen by other members of the party.

We got back around 10:30 pm on Sunday, which meant an eight and a half drive on the return (as opposed to about six and a half on the way down). The extra two hours was due to a massive traffic jam outside of Atlanta, where we moved maybe 20 miles in that time. But I got back to two very lonely cats, a blooming tomato plant, and a set of sprouted seedlings, desperately in need of water. Which is kinda nifty, that last part; about half the seeds I planted weekend before last have now sprouted and I'm looking forward to watching them grow.

The respite at the beach also did wonders to jar my creative process. I wrote almost 9000 words yesterday in two different short stories, miracle of miracles even finishing each one. It was for a comment fic spam where people post prompts for stories that they'd like to read and I did two of them and have ideas for about four or five more that I might try and write tonight after work. The two stories I did seemed to go over fairly well; one of them has had three people say they need a sequel stat, so score.

2009 seems to be a year for writing. In the past four months, I've written at least 23K words, which is more than I have for the past three years prior all put together. This keeps up and I might need to reopen my writing journal, which hasn't seen a post in well over four years (on account of having nothing to write, natch) and wouldn't that just be a shock.

All in all, it's been good times, my friends. Good times, indeed.
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Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Subject:Ow
Time:2:20 pm.
Mood: cheerful.
I hurt myself today, but it wasn't to see if I could still feel. No needles either, unless you count the torture implements of the dentist (because those freaking hook shaped things? Needle torture all the frigging way, I'm telling you) but I still hurt myself. Doing what, you ask? Oh, I'll tell you.

I hurt myself as part of my Official Health Kick 2009.

Fucking Health Kicks. They suck balls. Seriously, everything from my waist down is all achy, and my shoulders keep wanting to horn in on the action as well. I'm sitting here at the office and my thighs are all sullen, grumbling about what I asked of yesterday. And what did I ask of them yesterday? Well, not much, to be honest. I'm ridiculously out of shape.

See, I did the 30 Day Shred of Gillian Anderson yesterday and it about damn near killed me. Seriously, I blacked out and everything. (This isn't terribly unusual; I black out while exercising more than I'd like. See above statement: out of shape, ridiculously.) My favorite part of the entire program is when you get to throw punches because I aim each one of them right at her overly perky face.

So I ache today, but it's a good sort of "I'm proud of myself" ache. Plus I bought a yoga DVD (from the horsecock yoga instructor, I can never remember his name but he is rather pretty and rather prominent) and a DDR game. A friend said I could buy her awesometastic DDR pad, which is wicked sweet. I don't have one of my own and it's been years since I last played, but it was cheap and I recall it being a decent way to exercise while distracting yourself from the fact that you're exercising.

And to complete the Official Health Kick 2009 extravaganza, I'm going to start running. This is the one I want for protection, come the revolution. I haven't been able to run a mile since... Well. Ever. But all that will soon change!

Hopefully. Theoretically.

See, first I need new, quality running shoes. Part of the reason I never got into running before is that it can tear the shit out of your knees and well, my knees are bad enough already. I'd just as soon not anger the Patella Gods. Also, I need a new iPod. My iPod is close to four years old and works great when plugged in, but the battery is slip sliding into a slow, agonized death and I think I get all of 20 minutes of life out of it now when it's not hooked up to a computer. Plus I'm out of disk space on it at 30 GBs, which makes it difficult to upload my TV shows to it. So if I want to go on an hour long run and listen to the latest SPN episode on the way, I'm SOL.

So running might have to wait a paycheck (or two) and I'm somewhat nervous that if I stumble here, I won't actually get going with it. Which sucks, natch, but what can you do? But I am serious about wanting to be able to run and I'm thinking about doing the "Five Weeks to Five KM" challenge, which is meant for people who are completely stationary (e.g., me) and helps to turn them into people who can actually run a decent amount (e.g., someone I'm not) within a month or so. Which will take Willpower and Dedication and other things that I generally suck at, but it's spring and it's pretty out and I've already bought tomatoes this week and marigolds and set up doctor's appointments (including the one you keep bugging me about, Trace) and done other various Grown Up Responsible Things such as those, so we'll see. This might just work.

In other news, will be going to Destin Beach this Friday. (This did not instigate the Official Health Kick, but it is helping to generate interest in the topic.) This ought to be more trouble than it's worth, seeing as it's supposed to be barely 70 degrees out and I don't even own a swimsuit anymore and I'm only staying for ~36 hours, but there may yet be fun involved. God help me.

I've also started to plan my New Hampshire trip for the summer. I want to fly up around June 11th or so, then stay until June 15th or 16th, but we'll see how that works. I've sort of been thinking of driving, which would about damn near kill me, but it would be cheaper than flying and renting a car when I got there. It would mean two days travel both there and back though, or a seven day trip rather than a five day one, but I actually really liked driving to Chicago this past January and I keep thinking that I might not mind it so terribly much. It might even be fun, especially if I had company on the way.

But we'll see. I don't want to be gone for a week because I'm extremely nervous about leaving my cats behind for that long, not to mention the low level sense of dread I have about being away from work for that long, but I've come to the weird conclusion that I really sort of enjoy roadtrips and wouldn't mind taking another one.

Oh. Also, the next major road trip to untraveled territory I want to take is interstate 10. From one end to the other. Atlantic to Pacific, baby. It'll be awesome. Don't look at me like that, you know it's true.

But that's the update from me. If any of your healthy, running type people have any recommendations for me in terms of shoes or places to go run at (because around the neighborhood can be done but it's just kind of boring), I'd love to hear your suggestions. And in the meantime, I'll try to stop mentally bitching about my thighs.

Ow.
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Thursday, February 5th, 2009

Subject:Huh
Time:2:34 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
So, apparently it's been something like eleven weeks since last I posted. Which is somewhat ridiculous, excepting that you look at my other LJ, which hasn't seen an update in well over two years. And it's been a fairly busy eleven weeks. The holidays about damn near killed me, plus there was the trip up to the wilds of Chicago, the discovering of tasty tasty Dean Winchester of Supernatural lore (I'm shallow, I'll admit it, but the boy is quite pretty and he angsts rather nicely as well. Not to mention I'm a full on sucker for a story with a biblical myth storyline and the entire fourth season seems to be revolving around Badass Old Testament style angels in the "I will smite thy ass" fashion, omg), School Insanity, Sleep Insanity, Work Insanity, Car Insanity, and a ticket. Also, I've been hanging out more with an old friend, which is pretty damned sweet as well, and have gotten drunk at least four times, which is practically my record for 2008 in its entirety.

So yeah.

Zeus, I owe you an apology btw. I totally meant to call you back after the Chicago trip, and then did not because I suck. In my defense, you called when I was in the process of getting lost in Chicago because our Native Guide's map kinda sucked ass, which was a bit distracting.

Chicago, btw, is now my favorite city ever and I really, really want to live there a lot. The architexture and history and the feel of the place is just wonderful, not to mention the giantness that is the lake, and Navy Pier (which apparently they're going to tear down, so I've got to actually go back and visit, not just drive by), and the museums, omg. I got to go to see Sumerian and Babylonian relics at the Oriental Institude at UoC, which just amazing. I wanted to get into a debate with one of the curators, because he said that the Turkish and Egyptian stuff was more exciting (and seriously, how can anything be better than the wall sized statue of Sargon the Great? Honestly, how is that possible?), but alas, there was very little time and I pretty much had to run the gamut from one side to the other with all of 20 minutes to look. Seriously, saddest and best day of my life.


In related Chicago news, if I am murdered unexpectedly, blame those who went on the trip with me. H&J gave me a check to cover their part of the card we rented, so score, money, but I've managed to wash and destroy it, and then apparently lose the second one they mailed to me. H thinks I'm doing this on purpose, what with my slight (and entirely undeserved) reputation for not wanting to accept money from anyone (vicious rumors, I tell you, vicious), but it's God's own truth that I've managed to waste two checks from her for the amount owed. I've not told her of the second attempt's demise, however, as the amount sent appears to be going up per check, and I don't want to see where Attempt Number Three will land me. Plus I'm sure I can find it. Eventually.

In other, non-Chicago news, insomnia sucks in many ways. I had to go to the doctor about it eventually; a month of getting about three hours of sleep a night will screw you over, in more than one way. Also, I went off food for the majority of it, which sucks. She gave me an anti-anxity script (to which everyone I've spoken to about has said 'wtf, you don't need anything that heavy also wtf anxiety disorder when did that happen?' and so I've not been taking it), and told me to try sleeping meds. To which I reply "aren't those hella addictive?" and she said "Well, yeah, kinda but not too bad" to which I said "Yeah, how about melatonin?" to which she said "How about Tylenol PM?" to which I agreed and am now taking at night. This has boosted my average sleep a night from aforementioned three hours to something closer to five and a half, so yay for that.

In other, other news (still not-Chicago, unless you count my grad school hopes), I'm not graduating this summer. I signed up for two of my three final classes, but had to drop one when work became insane. The ironic thing is that it's the same class in the same time period as one I wanted to take in Spring 2006, and I had to drop that one for work reasons as well. The difference was that my old company (who had said that they were 100% behind my educational needs) told me to drop it for a meeting that I didn't want to attend and had no reason to be in and my new company gave me the option for it. I've been trying to get into this new meeting for ages though, so there still wasn't much choice involved. It was nice of them though, to give the option for it. Still, with the hours I've been pulling recently, two classes is just too much. Which makes me feel hella lame, because dude, seriously? Only two classes? I've pulled four classes and a full time work schedule in the past, with walking pneumonia, so not being able to manage even two is just pathetic.

But what can you do, right? Besides, the one I'm left with is pretty interesting and is taught by my favorite history professor. Okay, my only history professor here at GSU, but he's still pretty awesome and I love his teaching style. The subject - European and Muslim interactions in the 7th-14th centuries - isn't the most exciting in the world, but it's one closer to getting me my degree, so I'm not complaining.

Oh, as a side note, if you've not seen Repo Man, then do so asap. Seriously, it's a rock opera by the guys who did SAW, and its titular character repossesses body parts for a living for a scheming, evil corporation that rules over a dysfunctional dystopia and it's just wonderful. Plus the music is pretty sweet, and the main character is played by Giles, who has a simply brilliant voice and rocks out in fantastic ways. While bloody, it's not overly so (or rather, when it's overly so it's totally worth it) and it all just fits in this dark, tragic sort of way. Plus I love Blind Meg and Paris Hilton (!!!!) as Amber Sweet does a great job and the Gravedigger songs are just fantastic. My thanks to those with the awesome taste to introduce me to it.

So there's my update after eleven weeks. It's roughly the size of a small moon (or battle station), so hopefully it will suffice. Much love to everyone and I hope you're all doing well!
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Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Subject:Well then
Time:11:45 am.
Mood: contemplative.
So it turns out that I can't graduate in the spring unless I take a class I have literally no interest in. I mean, no interest. See, I've only three classes left to go before I finish and of them, I'm signed up for two next semester. These two are both history courses, on on the medieval Middle East and the other on the ancient Mediterranean. That latter sounds intriguing but it has an unfortunate focus on Rome and Greece. The third part of the class is on old Persia, which sounds nifty, but if I'm thinking ancient times, I'd adore something more than that - old Tripoli or Egypt or the like, but alas, it's not to be.

Overall though, both sound intriguing. The sad thing is the third class - I need one more religious studies course before I graduate, and there are none that are in my field that I can take. There's one on Islamic Law, but to be honest, I've no interest in Islamic Law. I'm starting to appreciate it more now as I've learned more about the different schools and the effects that they've had, and I think if I had to take it, I probably would enjoy it more than I'd otherwise believe now, but it's scheduled at the same time as one of my history classes and I know which of those two I prefer.

That is the *only* RS course being offered by GSU next semester that sort of fits into my long-term goals, so this being the case, I looked outside of GSU and almost received approval to take a class at Emory that looked just beautiful. This being one on the Israeli invasion of Canaan following Exodus, with historical studies of both the Israeli and the Canaanite perspectives. The Canaanites! I adore the Canaanites! So I was all thrilled about this until I realized that the course listing I was looking at was actually for spring 2008 and that course apparently isn't being offered in 2009. It's like the universe is mocking me, I tell you.

So I check the Emory courses, and there are none of them that look interesting. They've a class on Shiite Islam that I would like to take, but there's a scheduling conflict again. So that option is out, and I'm officially out of classes to take for my sole remaining RS requirement.

Which means poking at the classes available this summer or waiting for the fall and hoping that there are better options then. Either way, graduation in May is out. This sucks, but it's sort of comforting at the same time - graduation, and grad school beyond it, is a scary concept. I've been in school for three years now and though I really want to go to grad school, there really aren't any in the area that fit my needs, which means moving. And I don't particularly want to move yet - I like Atlanta and I like being near my family and friends. I've moved many, many times in my life. I've lived in Atlanta for seven years now and it's the longest I've lived in one city by almost twice what I've managed anywhere else. Leaving it behind is disconcerting.

So anyway, I'm not graduating in the spring.

A minor side effect of this is that I've started to think about the concept of a double-major again. See, with my history minor, I've discovered, I've all but four classes needed to obtain a history degree. If I wanted to, I could totally do another semester and knock that out. A duel degree of History and Religious Studies fits my chosen career path a hell of a lot better than a single degree in either, and there are classes left that I really wanted to take, dammit. Unfortunately, the ones I was most interested in simply aren't going to be offered anymore, but since my residency will be finished, I can play up the concept of the Emory classes again.

If I did that, I would probably take classes in the Spring, Summer, and Fall and *still* be able to graduate. And I've been told that HOPE will cover it after all - the classes I took in Alabama apparently *don't* count against me. I'm not sure I quite believe that - it sounds way, way to good to be true - but oh, if that were the case, I almost couldn't *not* see myself doing the duel major. Why would I refuse? It would be free and it's not like I can do grad school before 2010 anyway. I'm not going until I've paid off my debt, which I don't think I can finish until next year.

It's something to think about, anyway.
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

Subject:meh
Time:1:33 pm.
I was late with my rent by a day (forgot it was November, don't ask how) and had to pay an extra $250 in penalties. Went to vote and it turns out I had to drive down to an elementary school by my old apartment to do so. Slept through my first class (had already decided to skip the second). My major term project is due on Thursday and I've all of a single paragraph written (eight pages necessary) but can't get up the energy right now to care. I can't be certain I'll still have cable to find out the election results on the minute.

On the plus side, my niece is adorable (I was reminded of this when I spent the night at my sister's house this weekend), my car issue seems to be revolving around a lack of oil (the jury is still out on what caused the lack of oil), my Halloween costume looked smashing, and the lines at the school when I went to vote were non-existant. I suppose this balances out my week somewhat.

Was also amused by CNBC economists debating what Obama will face when he becomes president. One lone, small voice kept piping up that "he hasn't won yet, guys, really, let's keep it to the center" but she was repeatedly ignored. We'll see what actually happens tonight.
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

Subject:The literary adventures of the cable deprived
Time:1:39 pm.
Mood:Working.
So I am about to embark on a grand experiment. For the first time since I was nine, I will be without cable for several months. "O, no!" I hear you gasp. "Why would you do such a thing to yourself? Think of the TrueBlood! Think of South Park! Think of Jon Stewart!!" To which I've to reply that Jon Stewart will be very much missed, South Park episodes are available for free online, and TrueBlood...

Well. TrueBlood may cause me to tweak my rule against downloading shows licensed in the the States. Which I would stoutly refuse to do, if HBO would release the damned show on iTunes or in any other format where I could legally obtain copies of it. If they refuse, I hardly think I can be blamed for my actions.

So why the desire to turn to a state of luddite-dom? It's partially the cost - Comcast has raised my cable bill up to an extravagant degree, but moreso because I'm bullheaded. I canceled Comcast after DirectTV promised me that they could set me up with a particularly sweet deal - all my current channels, plus Showtime, plus Starz, for $34.99/month, price guaranteed for a year. I thought this sounded awesome, which goes to show that if it sounds too good to be true, it's because Fate is in the sidelines with a rope across the road, waiting for you to race around the blind curve.

Turns out DirectTV can't get a signal at my apartment. Turns out that no satellite cable company can get a signal at my apartment. Which meant either going without or crawling back to Comcast.

Yeah, I'll bet you can see how this is playing out.

So technically, I shouldn't have had cable since Monday but they've not turned it off yet. I figure I'll have it until Friday, which is when they're coming for the cable boxes. This sucks, but what can you do?

It might not be a bad thing. I'll have a bunch of free time now, which will be excellent for my studies (not a half bad thing at all when you're in your final year and grad school is looming ahead like a large looming thing) and should encourage me to read more.

Not that I need much help with the reading. I've read more in the past two weeks than I have in probably the two years preceeding this. I've been a reading fiend. Which is somewhat annoying, as the two series that I'm most into are both trilogies and I've the first two of both and not the third. And the trilogy that I like best won't even be completed until March, which is even more annoying. The third one for the other book is out, and I'll probably go down to the library and get it there sometime this weekend. I'm not feeling the need to buy it, seeing as I only was lukewarm towards the first book (the second was really good though).

Even weirder, what I've been reading is almost entirely fantasy. Fantasy! I haven't read this much fantasy since I was all into Harry Potter, years ago.

(As if to completely refute that point, I almost got into an argument with a stranger about how tall Harry was yesterday. She seemed to think he hadn't grown at all and was a tiny wee fellow throughout the books when HBP clearly indicates that he's at least somewhat on the tall side and this isn't helping my "I'm not a dork" argument at all, is it?)

Anyway. So I've a party to go to this Halloween. I've not been to a Halloween party since the terrible event of 2000, when I was vasty underage and got terribly drunk and generally made a mess of myself in public. The host was very understanding and I eventually gained a boyfriend out of it and it pretty much cemented my opinion of Ryuu-chan as an amazing lady, but all in all, not my most shining moment. I don't expect nearly so much drinking this time around, but my costume is a lot better. I'm going as a flapper, complete with oversized pearl strand and possibly a boa.

And a nifty hat, if I can find one. You've got to love 20's style hats.

I've been invited to a party the day after as well, but that's not for Halloween and is in Alabama. I very much want to go, but might have to withdraw as my car is having issues. As getting those resolved before Saturday isn't likely to happen, we'll see what happens. My baby is getting old. She received a beating from my stepmother the weekend before last, which didn't help anything either. She's only got 76K miles though, which I think is half impressive for a 2001 vehicle. She might have more miles on her if I wasn't worried about the transmission failing on me, but I'll take what I can get.

Now it's back to work and coffee. Coffee taking the greater priority here, because honest, how can anyone work without it?
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Monday, October 20th, 2008

Subject:I think I'm allergic to Mondays
Time:1:27 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
Seriously, it seems every Monday I wake up tired and unfocused, usually with some sort of physical issue that I want to be all hypochondrical about. Today it's a stuffy head and general exhaustion, which is somewhat ridiculous. I went to bed around 2:30 and was up at 7:30 to do my two hour (okay, in this case more of an hour and a half) Monday morning shift. I then promptly fell back asleep until eleven, at which point I woke up and got ready for work, making into the office fifteen minutes late. I'm still tired and feel all disconnected and am generally out of sorts. Which is ridiculous, as I'm not at all sick. By the end of the week, I'll be fine and during the weekend itself I'll have no issues at all.

As I said, I think I'm just allergic to Mondays.

So I watched "Forgetting Sarah Marshell" with the Weasley this Friday and wasn't as bored by the movie as I'd suspected I'd be. It helped that I took one look at the brunette girl and knew they'd be hooking up. I also appreciated the random male nudity. There's random female nudity all the time, so it was a nice effort, imho, to balance things out. I also made Shepherd's Pie for us last night, which turned out tastier than I'd expected. A bit damper than expected as well, as I lacked the usual sauce for the meat and tried to come up with an alternative (didn't work out as hoped) but it tasted fairly good.

To go with, I also tried my hand at making dulce de leche, which is extremely tasty, I've discovered, but is so damned sweet that a single spoonful of it is enough to last me for a week. My Argentinian coworker swears up and down that this stuff can be eaten straight up and many of the recipes I saw also had people proclaiming how they'd had to make second batches when using it as icing or filling, because they'd eaten the first by itself, but I don't see it. That stuff is just overly sweet. On crepes, I can't help but to think, it would be divine. Or on ice cream. Or any other number of items. By itself though? Urgh. No. Not happening.

(I mixed a bit with SwissMiss Pepper Up hot chocolate this morning - Pepper Up hot chocolate being my new replacement for coffee, seeing as I can't drink an entire pot by myself anymore and my coffee maker really is a piece of crap - and that was pretty good. It's how the majority of what I made will probably be used up, seeing as I don't have any vanilla ice cream nor the ability to make crepes. More's the pity - crepes are bloody awesome.)

In additional news, it seems that I'll not get to go to a haunted house this year. Damned shame, I tell you; I love haunted houses. The reason is for this is that there is only one weekend left before Halloween and I don't want to deal with the crowds. Halloween is probably my favorite holiday, but I don't really celebrate it over much anymore. I've no idea what I'll be doing for it this year. I'm sure my stepmother would appreciate it if I came over to help the kids go trick or treating but frankly that has little appeal for me. I'll be going to a BYoP party next weekend that I'm looking forwards to (also because it's being hosted by my old roommate - the cool one - and my deposit check from the old apartment was cut to both of us, so we both need to sign it in order to get our monies back), but that's the only sure plan I've got.

Frankly, I've had far too much attention put to school over the past few weeks to even consider it. I've had a major project or exam due each week for the past month, and I've one more this week to go. Nothing next week, but there's a major term project due the week after, so it's not that much of a break. Doesn't leave as much energy to get all into the holiday spirit.

At least two of the school projects are actually interesting. One is regarding the Great Mortality and it's effects on the Middle East (specifically Egypt in the 1300s) and the other is a presentation on a subsection of the Maqadimmah, a 14th century Arabian text written by this very snarky old historian who keeps ripping on his fellows and commenting on how they and their research methods all suck ass. There's a nifty sort of tie in between the two, as my subsection is specifically on magic and the uses and means of sorcery and my primary text on the Black Death has a full chapter devoted to the magics that people tried to use to ward off the plague. There's a lot of co-relation between them, specifically in terms of talismans and the Letters of God. These last being items inscribed with the letters that make up the various names of Allah, the divine names, which were thought to have certain powers to them. It's fascinating because it's taking talisman usage (which was considered sorcery and therefore evil, punishable by death) and giving it a divine twist. I just like seeing how folk rituals survived, personally. Well, and I've an interest in magic and have had so for years.

Anyway. That's been my life for the past few days. Nothing all that intriguing, I recognize, but it's been a busy few weeks. You'll have to forgive me it this once. If nothing else, it's Monday. You've got to give a girl some slack on Monday.
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Monday, October 6th, 2008

Subject:Opportunities and drinking should not be combined
Time:2:47 pm.
Mood:Sleepy.
Not that I did much drinking this weekend, but I will say that the servers at my boss' son's bar mitzvah did not, in any way, skimp on the vodka. Also, they had a way of mixing it with cranberry juice that was beyond tasty. That for Smirnoff has much less of a bite than I'd been lead to believe, which is also possible. The kid in question did a great job and I went with the Weasley (which was interesting as the man cannot hold his Jack and Coke, it seems), which made for a unique experience. The Weasley loves the White People dances, and, having been to all of one dance back in high school and having not been to any weddings or other parties that indulged, I had managed to otherwise avoid doing the Electric Slide to this point. Other dances were involved as well, the high point of which was watching my other boss continually mess up the Macarana. I've heard black comedians commenting on how white people go crazy when these songs come on, but I'd never experienced it before. I've got to say that it's all true. We really do go insane for those songs.

(High school pep rallies, not dances, taught me this one. I don't think anyone my age got out of ninth grade without performing it at least five dozen times.)

In sharp contrast, yesterday was spent doing nothing at all. I finally beat that one stupid song keeping me from the final boss in Guitar Hero 3's Hard mode, then promptly had my ass handed back to me again when playing Devil Went Down to Georgia. Pathetic, really. Extremely pathetic. Mostly though, I lounged around feeling completely sans motivation and I woke up today (an hour late) and felt exhausted and currently, despite coffee (which I've actually been semi-avoiding as of late, which is shocking, I know), I still feel like I could put my head down and go to sleep. My brain is all fuzzy too, which was woefully displayed when asked to perform a rather simplistic math function for a customer asking about resource overage charges, and I've got to hope that I wasn't off by a power of ten or two in my response. I've the unfortunate suspicion that I'm getting sick. I've managed to avoid it thus far this year and it's not like I have any time to get sick (I've at least one midterm essay due this week, possibly two, and I skipped class last Thursday so like hell I'm skipping it tomorrow) so any sicknesses that are lingering as just going to have to suck it up and deal with waiting until next week to actually hit. They are denied for the next six days. Denied!

Anyway. Classes for next semester were released today and I took a look at those as well. They all look awesome! There's so many of them that I've wanted to take for years and it figures that they're all offered during my last semester here. Also, it figures that there are literally no classes in Religious Studies (you know, my major) that I want to take. Nothing for Judaism. Nothing for Islam. Nothing even for Hinduism, which would have at least been intriguing. I'm wallowing in despair here, I tell you, but I took a quick look at the classes offered at Emory next semester for their MES program and there are a few there that look quite intriguing and I'm going to see if I can't try for.

They're also making some progress in their Graduate Studies program. They don't have one specifically for MES yet, but they've apparently now an affiliate program through their RelS department. I've got to think hard about that - if I could get into the Emory grad program, I wouldn't need to move next year. I'd really like not moving if I could help it. This would mean a flurry of activity in getting my GRE scores out and finding out application needs and all the rest, but still. Still!

All the courses offered that I'm interested in are Near East courses, too. There's Colloquial Egyptian Arabic (!) and Medieval Islam (!!) and Women, War, and the Middle East (!!!) and a whole range of others that just look fascinating and honestly, why is it that I can only take three more classes? Why, I ask you? It's a sad and pitiful thing, I tell you. Sad and pitiful.

I've got to meet with our department head as well, hopefully this week, to make sure there are no other classes I've got to cover in order to graduate. I'm pretty sure I'm good, but I want no surprises next semester. I'm graduating in Spring 2009 if it kills me. I may need to take another Honors course, but if I do, I won't complain. There's one that's offered on the definition of evil, and come on, how cool is that?

I hope we get to read Faust.
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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Subject:unexpected consequences of awesome things
Time:7:08 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
Guess who's getting a free computer!

Guess who's getting a free computer with Vista!

Yeah, I know.

On the plus side, the Simpsons "Kiss Kiss Bang Bangalore" is playing, I think I aced my History of the Near East midterm, and I've a brilliant concept regarding finding hope in nothingness to write about for my other midterm. Score!
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

Subject:Random updates
Time:3:13 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
So the move is over, long live the move. Theoretically, anyway, I am supposed to hear back later today as to whether I need to paint this next weekend or not. I suppose I should call my old landlady ASAP to find out, since she's not exactly known for calling me back and I would hate to learn I needed to paint when I call them to find out where my deposit check is at.

The new place is currently a huge mess, though in far better condition thanks to Chickin's wonderful and much appreciated efforts. Much love to you and your hatred of packed boxes! Also, you need to come back over on a weekend when we will not both be exhausted by packing, cleaning, and unpacking so as to properly appreciate going to town.

In other other news, I went to the doctor today for a cholesterol screening follow up. Turns out it was high last March and as it's been six months, it behooved me to get it checked and see if it's still running too high. I'm betting it is, on account of how I did absolutely nothing this summer to lower it, aside from not eating as much ramen and occasionally having a bowl of Cheerios. I also wanted to ask her about these headaches I've been having. My Online Research (tm) tells me that they're "lightning headaches" which are a form of migraine that last all of ten to twenty seconds and that suck ass. They're very similar to the ice pick headaches (also a quick migraine sort of event) that I used to have, but they're not quite as painful and they last a bit longer.

Dr. Lady didn't seem particularly impressed by the potential migraines, I've got to say. She makes me feel like a hypochondriac every time I go there. That said, she did get all House-esque when I mentioned that I used to black out all the time as a kid and oh, by the way, since these headaches started up, I've been having similar - though not nearly as intense - episodes. See, when I was a teenager, I would black out all the time. Not faint, I was never so Victorian as that (except for once, which was actually pretty cool once I got over the freakiness of it, because I actually felt myself fall), but my face would go all hot and I would hear the blood pounding in my ears and my vision would tunnel out and then go all speckley. It happened at least once a week between the ages of 14-17, with varying degrees of frequency.

She was all intrigued by this concept, especially that it's happening again. I think she didn't understand that the full extend of this isn't nearly as impressive as when I was 15; back then, it would go through the whole nine yards and end with the completely blacked out vision. Now I only get that when I give blood, otherwise it's just the initial lightheadness and occasionally a heated face. Nonetheless, she's sending me to a neurologist so they can poke at me and eventually (I'm sure) tell me that I've migraines and that it's nothing to worry about. It's not like it happens often enough for me to be particularly concerned, after all.

Besides, Online Research (tm) has given me a name for this: Vasovagal Syncope, which sounds very impressive but really just means that when I stand up too fast, my blood pressure drops v. v. quickly and I black out. Only I don't even black out anymore, so it's more like Wimptastic Vasovagal Syncope.

So yay for neurologists. Why I need to see one, I have no idea, but this is the same lady who told me I should seek out PT for breaking my foot three years after the fact and/or because I've a herniated disc (five years after the fact). I swear, it's like getting hit from both sides with this doctor - I feel like I'm making trouble about nothing when I come in, but she gives me weird and random specialist follow up instructions (that inevitably I fail at achieving).

At least the move is almost complete. I'll be very glad when I hear back from OLL about it though - I want to be able to put the whole matter behind me once and for all.

Also, my term project for my Middle Eastern history class has been approved. I get to write all about the effects of the Black Death in the ME! It's going to be awesome! Plus Michael Dols is a fantastic historian (whose works, sadly, are all out of print and are only available at hundreds of dollars a pop which is really ridiculous) and I adore his writing style. Plus he goes into amulets and talismans and other magical wards that were used at the time and honest, how nifty is that?
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Monday, August 18th, 2008

Subject:Well then
Time:1:46 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
I've got an apartment!

Another one, I mean. It's pretty too - with a garden tub and a porch and a pool (I've got to share the pool, which one should think should be obvious) and various other features that I've the feeling I'll enjoy a good deal. No hardwood floors though, which is disappointing, as I love me some hardwood floors and when I own my house, shall have them throughout. Still, I'll take having a washer and dryer in my unit in exchange quite happily.

I'll be moving in just over a week. The moving company is all "can we do next Wednesday? We like next Wednesday" which is a bit earlier than I was hoping for, but which could work out all the better as it gives me longer to paint the old apartment. I don't think I'll be able to paint the new one before I move in which will result (I'm sure) in some interesting home improvement projects over the next few months. Ones that may or may not be accomplished perfectly on schedule. But then, I'm only planning on staying there a year, which means a lot of effort to paint the walls twice for merely 12 months of living.

We'll see if I actually do it. I did want my girly room and all, but I may be able to arrange this in other ways.

This past weekend was also the first that I've been scheduled to have off both Saturday and Sunday in over a year. Which was very nice, but would have been nicer, I suspect, if I hadn't donated platelets and blood on Saturday.

BTW, American Red Cross in Sandy Springs, you guys need to work on your customer service stat. I had a miserable experience. You see, donating platelets isn't like donating blood. Or perhaps it is, in the same way that this is made into this; it's the same basic concept, simply a hundred times more extreme! They do all the same stuff to check you out for blood donations: a hematocrit, temperature check, glance at the insides of your elbows to verify you've not any track marks, et cetera. The difference comes a bit later. Instead of hooking you up with the bag and the squeezy toy and letting you get out of there in 10 minutes, you are hooked up to a machine that slowly sucks away your lifeblood and you're kept there for an hour or more. In my case, usually two hours at least - apparently while I've plenty of platelets, they're not in a high concentration.

Definitely not my top experience at the Red Cross though. I was ice cold even with the blankets and heating pad they gave me and since I was shunted off to the platelet donation corner, no one heard me when I tried to ask for assistance. And when you've got a freaking huge needle in your arm alternatively sucking out and spitting in blood, you can't exactly go anywhere, so catching their attention was far more difficult than it might have been otherwise. Which makes it all the more fun when potassium deficiency starts to make your lips buzz (it's such a weird feeling, sort of like you've spent an hour playing tuba) or when you're suddenly subjected to men's volleyball instead of the nifty program on History International about Leonardo's war machines. And it got worse when I got home - I spent the entire afternoon in a haze of misery that was entirely unhelped by the TV having nothing on to distract me except for shows about moving into new homes (which didn't help the incessant voice in the back of my head continually saying "We really should start packing now, you know" and the like).

So Saturday was fun. Sunday was more productive; I actually packed a box and went out to buy painting supplies and ice cream. of the two, ice cream was by far the more important and the greater enjoyed.

But today was more productive than yesterday and Saturday put together. I've packed another four boxes while starting work at seven (o, such an ungodly hour, o, truly it is an evil time for mortals to view the world), scheduled for the Salvation Army to come and drag away my godawful ugly love seat and some old clothes that I can no longer wear, and confirmed the electricity transfer for my apartment. All before one, which is particularly impressive, I think, given that until last week, I typically would have awoken barely an hour before now.

We'll see if I can manage a similar level of productivity tomorrow; I start classes then and I'm not much looking forward to them. Urgh, eight AM class.

But my lunch just dinged, so I'm off to eat it. Mm, potatoes and cheese and broccoli.
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Thursday, July 17th, 2008

Subject:Avast!
Time:5:33 pm.
So it's been three weeks since my last post, which I might feel vaguely guilty about save that I suspect hardly anyone reads this anyway and furthermore most of those who do haven't posted themselves in almost half a year at least. Besides, it's been an extremely busy three weeks. Seriously! Within these past 21 days have there been the sudden and urgent need for new tires, a mafia hit in my bathroom (complete with a blood speckled tub and a decapitated head waiting me in the morning), a raise, a promotion, the inability to take any time off due to having one boss gone a week on vacation, the other now in the hospital recovering from a collapsed lung, and the first now back on vacation again.

Like I said, it's been a busy three weeks.

I finally gave in about the fleas today and went to Amazon for which to purchase Advantage. I wanted to get single doses at the vet, but my vet doesn't carry this brand and I don't live close enough to any others to drive there and back with my schedule (see above information, also read "Has No Life"). Only the not having a life bit isn't actually true, thanks to the efforts of the Weasley to keep me at least partially out of the house and my need to look at apartments. I'll be selecting a new place to live in the next two weeks, which is a v. frightening thought on the one hand as I know I don't do well with change but is remarkably liberating and awesome on the other, as the concept of having my own place where I can watch Avatar and anime and not get viewed askance for playing Guitar Hero for hours at a time is a very sweet concept. I can't help it if I'm a nerd, what can I say. And my current roommate is very nice, but she just doesn't understand the need to grind Slash into the face when playing on Hard.

Not that I've actually done so. I did beat him - once. And I think it was because the game felt sorry for me. I kept losing and it would offer to let me pussy out and I kept refusing until finally one battle the thing just basically gave up and said I won. I haven't tried it again yet, mostly because I'm somewhat affronted that my PS2 would dare look down on my abilities. (Sad as they are.)

But the quest for the new place to live goes well, if being somewhat alarming as well due to the cost of living on one's own. I make enough for it now, which is v. nice, but it also would be v. v. nice to make enough to live on my own and yet still not have to pay all the rent. I really think I need to move closer to the north side for work though - since I was promoted, I've been driving in every day to train my new minion and honestly, I can't see myself spending less time at the office any time soon. I'd be training the new minion right now if she hadn't begged an opportunity for coffee and promised to bring me a caramel latte on her return. Mm, caramel latte.

Good stuff.

Anyway, I keep thinking about color schemes and the like. And painting! I want my new bedroom to be all Mucha-esque, with posters and pretty things. And silver-y stars. And maybe moons. And probably seagreen or shimmering violets and twilight blues. It will be all very, very girly. I can't wait.

This does mean I'll need to find a new place to store my giant wooden cock though. The red Thai rooster thing worked decently enough in my current set up but in a purple-green sort of deal, it just won't fly. Heh.

Anyway, the minion just returned, so I must away lest I get caught slacking and I the supervisor. Have to set a good example, you know.

As a final note though, Ryuu-chan, please give me a call when you get a chance; it turns out I'm probably not going to be able to make it Saturday evening, but I'd love to do a matinée show if you can. Plus, cheaper prices! Or Sunday, maybe?
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Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

Subject:Plz to be trying to convince me not to kill myself
Time:4:58 pm.
Mood: pensive.
Dearest friends and family, I've a favor to ask of you. And if you don't know what it is yet, you've not read the title of this post. Yes - please to be trying to convince me not to kill myself. Kill myself dead.

You see, I've word of a certain opportunity that intrigues me muchly and which I would very much like to pursue. This pursuit, however, would cause me to go insane over the next few months, as it would mean taking five classes - including three 4000 level History courses and an Honors forum - while working full time, so that I could graduate this fall. Also, getting my CISSP by December.

Now, I've done this before. Taken five classes at once whilst working full time, I mean; I've never taken a 4000 level History course, though I've certainly wanted to in the past. And the history courses in general sound all very intriguing, these being History of the Middle East Before/After 1850 and a course on Empires (Rome and Persia mainly, I think). And I like the concept of this very much, all in all, especially the one on Empires because a course on Persia would rock my wee ickle socks. (They are wee and ickle because Rose left them behind the last time she visited and she has very small feet.) The Honors course sounds interesting as well, it being on the matter of the concept of zero - that is, nothingness. Not nearly as brilliant as the Infectious Diseases course I took was, but perhaps well worth the two hours of class time each week.

(The remaining class for those curious is a follow up to my Hinduism course last fall. It's all about sacred Hindu texts, namely on the Gita, I think, but possibly others as well. I liked the Gita and it's a McClymond course, which means awesome bonus points - I swear, I will ace one of her courses before I graduate. It will happen! No more of this lame B+ shit, I tell you! - but it's not one of my favorite periods. I'd rather study the Rg Veda, all in all. I love studying that text; it's the only book written in any Indoeuropean language and that's just nifty, I tell you. So not as cool as it could be, but with distinct potential.)

The problem with all this is that it's taking 5 upperclass courses at once whilst working full time. And though the classes fit together reasonably well, they leave unfortunate gaps that I could be working in but wouldn't have the opportunity to on account of moving from my apartment near the school because it's too expensive. Which means working even weirder and more off the wall hours.

Which means I have to wonder if it would be worth it, even to pursue this really nifty sounding opportunity.

And beyond the fact that this schedule will kill me dead, if I did this, I'd lose the opportunity to take an Emory course, which I've wanted to do for ages. I had been planning on trying for that in the spring, but this wouldn't so much let me. And if I did this schedule, I think the only way I could survive it would be to drop my hours at work down to part time. I suspect that my bosses would go for that, if only to keep from losing me, but it would mean saying goodbye to the flirtations with this whole management concept I've been indulging recently.

The sane thing, I suspect, would be to drop two of these courses and hope I can take them in the spring, then add in my Emory course then. Three classes this fall, two in the spring, with graduation taking place in May of next year. This would allow me to keep a normal schedule (particularly assuming that we wind up moving to the four day, 10 hour shift I keep hearing word of), have something of a life, go to school, and still graduate with advanced honors and a minor in History.

I'm not sure the opportunity will last that long though - that's eleven months away, and they're looking for people now. The problem is that I'm just not ready yet - and won't be for some time. Honestly, why do these opportunities always have to come along at just the wrong moments? Right place and right time never seem to coincide.

Stupid opportunities.
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Monday, June 23rd, 2008

Time:3:22 pm.
Mood: cheerful.
So I saw Get Smart with the Weasley and the Incredible Hulk with Ryuu this weekend, and also visited with family and saw my older sister, her husband, and my wee tiny niece-child. On top of that, it was my youngest brother's birthday yesterday (I did not attend, but don't feel guilty either as I went over Saturday instead and called). All in all, a v. busy weekend.

The Hulk movie was surprisingly awesome and full of win. The hints involved at the end cameo made it for me, and chase/hunted stories have always been a fiction kink of mine. Plus Edward Norton. I've had a crush on that man since he played empath/Pretender Will Graham in Red Dragon. Mm.

Also, also, Liv Tyler makes a much better human than she does an elf. She makes a terrible elf. I liked her in this though - she got to be amusing and have decent reactions and spent much less time than usual screaming and being useless for a Hollywood comic book girlfriend.

So yay for weekends and good movies and good times with friends and family. Not so much yay for forgetting to bath the cats (more like sleeping in too late to do so and generally being lazy, but if you're reading this then you should know that much about me already), as I'll have to do that tomorrow morning before heading into the office. But c'est la vie and crap like that.

My schedule this week has been booted up so I'm working from 10:00 to whenever now, as opposed to 2:00 to whenever. Which sucks in many ways - I like sleeping in, and having to be in Norcross at 10:00 means leaving by nine, which means getting up around eight. Which is blasphemy, I tell you.

I'm sort of viewing this and the week at D&P's to be the cosmos' attempt to tell me that my "stay up until four, sleep until noon" plan I'd been enjoying previously isn't going to fly. This is just as well, I suppose. I've indulged my insomnia long enough and I've got to get cracking on some scholastic stuff. Namely working on grad school crap, figuring out what classes I can take and when I can graduate. Oh, and working on CISSP. Zeus, don't laugh.

It'll happen. Honest. Trace will kill me if it doesn't.

I might have to kill myself too - the shame of this is growing unbearable.

Anyway. Yay, customer issue. Guess this will be cut short.
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Monday, June 16th, 2008

Time:4:20 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
So the week at home is over and I returned back to my apartment yesterday morning. The quiet is nice, but the place feels sort of empty without the multitudes of tiny people running hither and thither and driving me slowly insane. It was nice to spend time with Dad again as well; it's been ages since I had a proper chance to do so.

There was a bit of a shock on my return to the apartment, however. It seems that somehow (and I'm not naming names, no, not at all, nor am I blaming any recent additions to my household, such as may be small black and white and not particularly bright felines) the apartment has been overrun with fleas.

Fleas.

Small, black, starving demons whose main meal sources, it seems, disappeared for a week, leaving them in a riotous frenzy of bloodlust. They went insane when we returned and I swear I've not seen an infestation this bad since I left New Hampshire.

It's ridiculous.

So now I've to get rid of fleas. Massive quantities of fleas.

It's really not fair - I've Frontlined both cats within the past week and a half and so any critters with more than four legs in the house should be read. I did so just before going to D&P's, the better to make sure they didn't catch anything from Holly. Apparently I should have been worried at the reverse.

So now I've a new crisis to worry about. I know they came in with Sophie (I also recognize that I'm breaking the no names thing mentioned only five paragraphs ago, but damn, man. Fleas. They make me entirely too ADD to deal.) and this makes the third unfortunate thing that she has brought into my home. The fun just doesn't end with this cat. Honest, if she wasn't so damn sweet and loving, I might almost be tempted to find her another home. And I just don't do that sort of thing with my cats - pets are a responsibility and once she came in, I knew I'd never get rid of her.

But . Ones that stand up to Frontline and laugh in its face. These aren't just regular fleas; I swear, they're Spartan fleas. They boldly stand and proclaim vast sounding proclamations before kicking people into pits of doom. They're ninja fleas who can fly twenty feet and then be all Morpheus like while beckoning you onwards for another failed attempt. They're the Dark Sith of fleas. I wouldn't be surprised to see them shoot blue lightning.

I hate fleas. Not as much as I hate ticks, or wasps, but I still loath fleas.

I do like Lord of the Rings though, which has been my distraction from the flea issue. I bought the triple set yesterday on a whim and spend most of the day watching/listening to Fellowship and most of Two Towers off and on while working. I've been in a bit of a LotR mood recently, and the extreme pretty factor on top of the tales of daring do and nostalgia (I recognize the movies are recent but I first read the Hobbit in third grade - nostalgia still counts) definitely helped take my mind off things.

Sadly, I didn't get to see the end of Helms Deep because of my roommate returning from her trip to North Carolina and distracting me with the need to replace the blinds in the kitchen and the living room. Fah, stupid blinds. Hardly worth the effort. Watching Aragorn and Legolas and the Ents and Gandalf be all awesome-sauce was much more important and now I'll have to rewatch TT tomorrow so I can have the proper affect. Plus it's a better lead in to RotK, so hey. There you go.

Bet you Aragorn never had to deal with fleas.

Then again, he is very scruffy and he spends much of his time out of doors, so it's entirely possible. Or maybe he's just badass enough that the fleas would look at him and be all "whoa. this one is too much for us." and leave off. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Someone out in the multi-verse, after all, should be awesome enough to never have to deal with fleas.
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Monday, June 9th, 2008

Subject:Apartment drama
Time:6:25 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
So I'm not going to renew my lease in August. I've had too many problems with my complex and the place is too small and too old, much as I love many of its quirks (such as having no washer and dryer, no reliable heating, and no insulation), and dammit, I want more for what I'm paying. So I've got to find a new place to live within the next month and a half, which will make things interesting. Very, very interesting, what with the two cats and all my furniture and Dad hinting that he'd like me to move up to the northside, what with the benefits of being able to come and visit more often.

Not that visiting is likely to happen any time soon, thanks to having no life due to my schedule change. I work from 2-10 now, then from noon to six on Sundays. Which you might recognize is more than a 40 hour week, and technically that's more hours than I'm scheduled for, but I don't see a way around this and still get the job done. Besides a 46 hour week isn't all that bad, really. It'll suck more when school starts back up, but hopefully by that point I'll be on a four day, 10 hour shift and things will have lightened up.

Ordinarily it's actually a sweet schedule; I'm a nightowl by default and this schedule encourages me to stay up to three or four in the morning. I like staying up until three or four in the morning. Unfortunately, for this week, I'm breaking my vow of no visiting and have temporarily moved back home with Dad to take care of the kids while Pris is out of town, which clashes utterly with my nice "stay up until four, sleep until noon" philosophy, what with the three younger children being devoted morning people. *Loud* devoted morning people. If they weren't family, you couldn't pay me enough to put up with this.

(Interesting experience, being back for this long. I love the kids and Dad and I've missed them terribly this past year. It's nice to be able to spend a significant amount of time with them, and it's nicer still to do it while P isn't about. I like P, I honestly do, but I can't handle 24 hours of her anymore. It's simply beyond me, and beyond her as well, I quite suspect. We'd kill enough other or at least drive one another to insanity after more than half a day of being confined in the same space. So this sort of thing is the best of both worlds, sort of, plus no commute to work to speak of this week.

It's like a mini-vacation, only with really sucky amenities. And more cooking.)

I don't know about this whole moving northside thing though. I'm not crazy about living in Little Five, though I do love the area. I love living among hippies and people who have wooden boards proclaiming "We've Always Been At War With Oceania" in their front lawns. But I'm paying for the location now, and frankly, I don't take advantage of it enough to really put up with it. And the commute to work often takes more than 45 minutes - 35 if I'm lucky. Which is just ridiculous, natch, and I can't keep it up. I'm late too often and it's just too much time out of my day.

Long and the short of it is, I don't know where I'm going to be in two months. It's not going to be in Little Five though. And it damn well better have a pool.
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Monday, May 12th, 2008

Subject:And more stuff, ahoy
Time:1:11 pm.
Mood: chipper.
Rita is doing better. She's apparently cranky and illtempered when she's not unconscious, but she's over eighty years old and that sounds little different than how I was when I broke my foot, so I take this as a good sign. The doctors say she will regain full mobility if she does some PT, which is even better. P and younger sibs 1&4 came home last night, all of them exhausted after the drive and after eating tasty Indian, I went home with the cats and then out to see Ironman for the second time with Ryuu.

There was an interesting conversation about patriotism in American films on the way back, partially because certain things struck me more on the second go-round than they had on the first. Movies like Ironman tend to take me out of my comfort zone. It's not that I'm unpatriotic, it's just that there's so much that we've done recently that I don't approve of and don't agree with that anything that has even as much yay!America! stuff as Ironman (which was, to be honest, a rather small amount) struck a chord with me that most movies and films as of late have not. Tony Stark obviously supports the war in Iraq, in more ways than one, and he was first concerned with protecting the soldiers than he was with the civilians and I'd argue that he went over the top with his response more than once. I'm used to superheros like Peter Parker, Clark Kent, and even Bruce Wayne, all of whom tend to leave their adversaries alive. Tony Stark, on the other hand, mowed his captors down with machine guns and flame throwers, tossed people through walls, and generally blew shit up. All of which made for a particularly badass movie, but which did make me think more about his particular brand of heroism verses the generic ones that have been coming out recently.

Part of this is probably because I've missed out on most of the darker comic book movies. I've mostly wanted to miss out on most of the darker comic book movies - the Punisher has never held an appeal for me, for instance and while I did really enjoy Sin City, I don't view it as I do most comic book movies, prolly because it's, you know, Miller - but Ironman's particular blend of easy violence and arrogant humor makes him unusual among the heroes I tend to like. I like Batman (even if I like Nightwing better) and I like Peter Parker and I grew up hooked to the X-Men and none of them would so easily kill an opponent. (Except for Nightwing that one time, but the Joker got better. Eventually.) I don't usually go for heroes like Stark (and comics wise, I still don't), but I did still really, really enjoy the movie. It's an odd juxtaposition of feelings, and it's been a while since a film left me thinking this much, and quite a surprise that said film would be a Marvel movie, no less.

All of that would probably make more sense if I didn't ramble about it, so please forgive the randomness of those thoughts. Anyway. Moving on.

The other major event of the weekend was a trip to the RenFest, also with Ryuu, but included with were siblings #s 2 & 3. Ryuu and I went as pseudo-pirates (in my case, this was as it was too hot to go for my long skirt and I couldn't find my underskirt for my actual garb anyway) and I made the unfortunate mistake of wearing the closest thing I had to pirate boots (figuring that pirates wouldn't be much for flipflops or running sneakers, which were my two next best options). My fake pirate boots caused much pain and I almost bought a set of Faire shoes while I was there, but the fact that I thought they were rather ugly and also that they were $50.00 kept me from doing so. Instead I went barefoot for a while and bought a black leather bodice, which I look forward to wearing again the next time I visit the faire.

The black leather bodice isn't actually meant to be worn with anything under it, so this will require some thought as to practicalities of design and costuming. It'll look quite bad ass with my pirate skirt though, esp. if I manage to do my hair properly (I'd to cancel an appointment to actually get it looking decent in order to babysit, so it looked something like a rats' nest that had been caught in a tornado, rather than the effect I had actually been going for. I recognize that most pirates probably had hair that looked much like a rat's nest that ha been caught in a tornado, plus grease, but my SCA days are long over and I was willing to live with it). All in all, I'm pleased and keen about the whole deal. I've already been told pics or it didn't happen, so when I go back, I'll have to see about arranging some.

But otherwise, the kids had a good time and I had a good time and Ryuu seemed to have a good time, and there were purchases made and lots of faire food purchased and a hundred thousand non-period things to rankle at (GA Renaissance Festival not being much for accuracy - my SCA days may be long over, but they were selling Spongebob blown glass figurines. There is something horribly wrong with this concept.) and sadly no booze for drinking, but the place I bought the bodice at had this really awesome looking flasks that I was highly tempted by, so perhaps when I return, I'll indulge.

All in all, it was an insanely busy weekend. There was much driving and kidlets and insane cats who apparently terrorized my roommate when I was gone on Friday night (thus necessitating my taking them with me on Saturday, which caused no end of trouble on Sunday) and recovering relatives and dead phones and oh yes, my laptop having an Unfortunate Incident with coffee and now needing the LCD screen replaced, all of which becomes all the more impressive when one recognizes that technically, I have but a one day weekend and so added eight hours of work on Sunday as well.

I'm quite looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Or I would be, anyway, if I wasn't going to have Dell out in the morning to fix said laptop issue. Eh. There's always something.
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Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

Subject:Just ignore the spammage
Time:9:22 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
What we have here is the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish.


Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies - I probably have read all of this, but I tend to read it in bits and pieces, never all at once, all the way through. Great book though.
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods - Adore this one. Adore it thrice over.
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King - I would have read it for myself though. I just happened to get lucky.
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible: a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno (and Purgatory and Paradise)
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables (Failed to finish it in both English and French!)
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune - I fail as a geek. I know.
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes: a memoir
The God of Small Things (Pratchett's Small Gods should totally count for this.)
A People’s History of the United States: 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake: a novel
Collapse: how societies choose to fail or succeed - Never heard of this, but it sounds rather intriguing.
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood: a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

There are a lot of classic reads that I've managed to skip out on, apparently. Maybe I can rectify that this summer, what with the free time and all. Yay, free time!
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Monday, March 24th, 2008

Subject:*yawn*
Time:1:22 pm.
Mood: sleepy.
I've been really tired as of late. No clue as to why; it's not the anemia again, though I've been told to start upping the iron once more as I'm showing "small red blood cells" which is apparently the precursor to an anemic episode. I think it's residue from Daylight's Savings Time; it hit me hard this year and it's taking me forever to adjust. I'm finally getting there - I managed to go to bed at two this morning, not four - but I think it'll be a few weeks yet before I'm actually on track with it.

I'll sleep well tonight anyway as after work I'm going to hit the gym for the first time in more than six months. I fully expect to be achy and miserable tomorrow and I'm very much looking forward to it. I haven't been to the gym in ages and honest, if my dad wasn't having all these health issues, I might not be going today. He's got me concerned though and between his reminder that we have Genetic Family Health Issues and my doctor being all "you need to lose 15 pounds and lower your cholesterol, start today", I've been making a concerted effort to eat better and adding the "working out" bit will just be next on the list. If anyone out there wants a work out partner, lemme know; I've not done the tag team exercise effort, but I've heard it can be a lot of fun.

In other news, Dad's birthday was on Saturday and he took the grown ups of the family out to this fondue joint here in town that is absolutely wonderful. Given that he's the birthday person, we should have been the ones paying, but he wouldn't hear of that, Dad being, you know, Dad. I wound up with extremely tasty free food and also the incredible desire to learn how to make blackberry margaritas. P had one with dinner and I'd the raspberry martini. She definitely got the better end of the bargain. I'm not much for tequila, but damn, that was good. I also left with the grand desire to learn how to make coq au vin, as that was the pot closest to us and bits of chicken breast boiled in broth, red wine, scallions and mushrooms, as it turns out, is beyond heavenly.

Speaking of Dad, he seems to be very tired himself. Okay, but very, very tired. I think it's his new meds. I forgot his birthday present at home to my utter and undying shame, so I'll need to go over on Wednesday to drop it off. Hopefully he'll be feeling a bit better then and less overwhelmed. He's not one to celebrate or enjoy his birthday, so it meant a lot that he was willing to go to the extent that he did for the rest of us. I get really worried about his health; he's had a lot of issues over the past few months - his heart attack, his general problems, issues with his bloodwork now - all of it is terrible and frightening, and I can't help but to morbidly think back to that nightmare I had so long ago. He's taking care of himself though, or at the very least he's trying to. That's better than the alternative and much better than we were two years ago, when any sort of health issue was just brushed under the table. It's just that there's nothing I can do to help and that's the hardest thing to accept. I'm useless in this, and I've never been in such a position before. There's always been something I could do. With this, there's nothing and I hate it.

But onto less depressing topics. It's too early in the day for such thoughts and I've had no coffee to soften the blow.

Sophie has definitely fit into the family now. She considers me as her personal backrubber/blanket/food machine, which is actually rather sweet as she is so tiny but has such a loud, happy purr and will bestow it on you for almost any favor. Sophie's definitely a sweetheart, though the incident last Wednesday where she turned into a Wormybutt Cat was extremely dismaying and resulted in much screaming and her being barred from the bedroom until she'd gone to the vet. Unfortunately, they confirmed that she's not been fixed, so I can look forward to that painful bill within the next two months as well.

Sophia and Lear are also finally getting on, thanks to Lear finally getting tired of her attitude and smacking her down one night. Ever since, they've been the best of friends. I guess they just needed to figure out who is top cat in the house, and with that determined, they're doing much, much better. She'll rub up on me all the time, twine about my feet and demand love and attention, and she's started to do this to Lear, who is somewhat wigged by her tenacity. I don't blame him - Sophie likes to forcibly groom those she considers "her's", and her idea of how to do this is to grab your head with both front paws and alternatively lick and chew your scalp. I think it's cute (if bizarre and occasionally annoying - she did this yesterday and I discovered that she'd managed to tear a significant chuck of hair out), but Lear is anti-grooming if he's the one doing it, much less some tiny upstart teenager. His reactions to her attempts have been quite amusing.

In other, other news, T&C have promised to help move my new TV next Saturday(thank you!!), a feat which was supposed to transpire last weekend following Dad's celebration, but which, for myriad reasons, fell through. It'll be good to have the TV in place though; I've been wanting to game lately, and haven't have the chance to on Serena's old unit, as it is ancient and has no PS2 hook ups. I'm not sure when Serena is getting her stuff back; we originally planned that she would leave the television until last Saturday, because I would have my new one by that point. So it's entirely possible that I'll come home one night and find that the television has up and vanished, which would suck as there are shows that I like to watch and I am paying for cable currently. I can live without TV, but it is a rather nice thing to have about. Then again, she also claimed that she would be retrieving her cable modem and router over a week ago, and she's yet to come for those, so perhaps I'm good until next weekend after all.

Either way, we'll see what happens. TV isn't exactly the be all and end all of my life and the only show with new episodes that I'm currently into is offered online only anyway, so the lack of it wouldn't exactly be the end of the world. And no TV = less temptation to avoid the gym, so hey, double bonus.

Anyway, less with the whining and more with the working.
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