kaciagemini

( Cut for teh crazy "Getting to Know You" meme of doom (doom, doom, doooom.... *echo*) )

And in other news: I am not dead. Yay! That is, generally speaking, a good thing.
...Lessee, Sat. night I fell out at about 10 PM. Woke up Sunday at 2 PM. Was confused.
Took the kidlets back to BG, ran into Wolfie randomly at Kroger. Ate sushi in a moving vehicle (harder than it seems).
Went to see James Taylor. (which one might have already figured out if you listened to my phonepost, crappy though the quality was) The concert rocked muchly. Luke was better behaved than was feared, but not as well behaved as was hoped.
Got home at about 2 AM. Helen was there. She apparently taped QAF for us, but I haven't watched it yet. Ended up watching Season 5 of "Angel". Pretty much all of it.
I think I kinda napped from about 4 AM to 7 AM (monday morning, by this point). Left for BG at about 8:30.
Got dropped off at the top of the hill. Walked around Cherry with Zoe a bit. Ran over to Thomson and talked to Laura for a few minutes.
Ran over to the Rock house for the interview thingie with the possibly new teacher guy - who seemed pretty nice. It's too bad I can't go to the other one so I can compare them and see which is better. Oh well. (Jen, at least, knows what I'm talking about. Probably. Right?)
Went to ...the bank ...and Wal-Mart ... Oh, and TJ Maxx! The shoes! I got a pair of Converse! Crazy!random, yeah? I don't think I've ever owned Converse shoes before. They're kinda cute. Almost all black, with a little bit of blue. Very Nice. And Zoe got some that are white and red and I don't remember. We were actually there to get Zoe some, but in helping her pick some out, I accidentally fell in love with a pair. I found a pair of New Balances that are the same design as my old falling-apart ones that I dearly love and have been trying to replace for years... but they weren't the right size. This disappointed me muchly, but I am happy with my new Converse regardless.
Um, yeah. An dthen we got home and I took a nap. From about 3 PM to 7 PM. ...someone woke me up, but I don't remember why. I was still sleepy, but I had to get up to go over to Aileen's and help her with Luke anyway, so I figured I might as well get out of bed. ...Got Luke to sleep... fed the fish... got back here shortly after 11 PM.
I have no idea where the last three hours went since I got back. I did read my f-list for the last day or two... but I haven't even checked my e-mail yet! ...I think teh crazy meme possibly took over an hour. Damn. Crazy-ass meme.
Now I need to go check my main e-mail addresses, read Kate's Munch/Fin fic (squee! *iz excited*), read the updates to my f-list that occured whilst I was composing this *book* of a post, .... oh yeah! and also sleep! Sleep is good. I keep forgetting that, I think. My body is going to start rebelling soon, I fear if I do not begin giving it sleep in regular intervals and normal-sized doses. Sometimes, though, I think that perhaps I am actually an alien, and I *do* have circadian rhythms, they are simply designed for an alien planet with longer days where it would be necessary to be awake for about 20 hours and sleep for 10. I think I would possibly work better that way. /insanity ...okay, so I never actually /insanity, but I like to pretend, okay? Don't knock the wind out of my sails! ...Oh, and I need to read that HP trio fic that's been sitting in my taskbar for like three days. After "Climbing Uphill".
And I need to remember to take my contacts out before I fall out. Because I've been wearing them since... 2 PM Sunday and it's now... Tuesday? *has lost all concepts of time* Tomorrow, after I become un-comatose, I'm supposed to go driving and practice parallel parking, which may or may not actually become a feasible plan because Aileen is driving the Kia because her car is being fixed... and the Kia's the only thing I can really drive... well, that I really *would* drive, not necessarily *can*.
But anyway: email, flist, fic, contacts, sleep. hopefully in that order. I have a gameplan, now I just have to follow it... I never was very good with sports-type things, perhaps game plan was not a good idea? *shrug* *gives it a shot anyway*
I really am ending this post now. Really. Night luvs. Or morning. Or whatever. Ni!

Uploaded yet another moodtheme (w00t! Sentinel!) for whenever I get tired of this one. ^.^ Yes, I have the attention span of a goldfish, why do you ask?

I think I'm getting carpal tunnel from uploading three moodthemes in a row. There has to be a way to upload all the images at once...

Why am I spamming my lj when I should be sleeping? I mean, I know I didn't get up until 5 PM, but this is still ridiculous.

Oh, btw, Kriss - if I tell you now that your birthday present is probably going to be about a month late, does the fact that I *told* you really early outweigh the fact that you'll be *getting* it really late?

...I need to mentally prepare myself for the re-invasion of the kidlets this weekend. And wash my sheets. And the rest of my laundry too. And finish that book I've been reading for almost two weeks. And sleep. And instead I am listening to Disney music.

Oh yeah, I watched The Sound of Music today. I forgot how much I like that movie. ^.^ And I watched Mary Poppins Sunday night. Yay Julie Andrews!

...I need to learn to parallel park next week. Really. It'd be really great if I could go try for my license next week. But Bruce keeps *saying* we're gonna go practice parallel parking and then he keeps not *doing* it. He's been putting it off for like a month.
The County Clerk's office is only open on Thursdays, so unless I go next week, I won't be able to help Mommy ferry Zoe back and forth to BG for her play rehearsals after she starts back at school week after next. *grr* *smites Bruce*
If he doesn't get on the ball by next Thursday, I might just take the test anyway and wing it... I probably won't run into anything trying to parallel park...

Am back. Two weeks in a hot tent selling fireworks and no internet is much longer than a regular two weeks. But on the bright side, I bought much pretty fireworks that I'll prolly set off either this week or Sat. night. It's a good thing you can't hear me talking because I've become infected by a deep TN accent which is very different and much worse than regular KY accent and much harder to resist apparently. I maintain that I slipped into it to appease the customers so they would buy more fireworks. Though apparently they can all easily distinguish between *real* TN and KY trying to be TN. *I* can't. Anyway, two weeks of being driven slowly (or actually rather quickly) insane by Rebecca. I like her. Really. I do. In *small* doses. Like about 20 minutes.

Got an A in my Eng 200 class. Despite the fact that I was 10 minutes late for the final. Damn traffic. And I bullshat my way through the majority of the test.

My phone is chirping at me. I should probably plug it in.

Two weeks listening to naught but country music may have permanently warped my brain. Anyhow I have rediscovered a long-lost liking for country. (Except for old Garth Brooks stuff, which I always liked.) So now I'm trying to download like every country song I've heard in the last two weeks. Which is easier than it sounds. For some reason, country stations seem to have exceptionally small playlists. They just play the same stuff over and over and over and over...

I still haven't mailed my dad his father's day present. Crap. If I wait long enough, I guess I can just send it to him at home instead of on the ship...

I've been awake for about... 43 hours straight. Spent vast portions of it re-reading HP & the Order of the Phoenix in preparation for the next book coming out in 10 days (*squee!*). We kept the tent open all night on the 4th. (not that we got much business. it was actually pretty pitiful) then had to stay open today and pack everything up and stuff. Didn't leave to go home until after 8. Got home a little after 10 and Bruce made me dinner (yay!) and I hung out with Zoe a bit. I'll see mom and aileen and luke tomorrow I guess. I keep oscillating (sp? too lazy to check) between being so tired I can't keep my eyes open and being wide awake. Hmm. I really am going to go to bed soon. I feel mostly human now that I'm clean and fed. Well-rested should fill my life meter the rest of the way up with little red hearts. (what? don't you live in an old-school rpg world?)

Helen was supposed to come by tonight after work, wasn't she? What time does she get off work anyway? I don't remember. I'm sure if she gets in after I'm asleep she'll wake me up. Or attempt to. I think, once I fall out, I might stay out for an exceptionally long time.

I've checked my e-mails from the last two weeks. I'm still working on catching up on my f-list. *sigh* I love you guys, really I do! I'll try to catch up tomorrow night depending on how long I sleep. And somewhere in there I need to watch Crossing Jordan and Queer as Folk (which apparently Zoe *didn't* tape the first weekend I was gone, though she did *watch* it).

One of the things I ordered right before I left still hasn't arrived and I don't know why. *grr*

Final thought: I've been giving it a lot of thought while trapped in a tent with not much else to do and I think I want to get a tattoo. Of an infinity symbol (looks like a sideways 8 if you don't know) on my right outside ankle. I was thinking a little ways up, just above the bony bit, because I've heard it hurts more if you get it across the ankle bone.
So my question for you guys (I'm too lazy to actually go make a poll) is
1.) Do you think I should get a tatoo?
2.) And if so, do you think that location is good?
3.) And if so, what, if anything, do you think I should write below it?
I kinda want it to say INFINITY stretching the length of the symbol right below it, but Jen seems to think that's dumb, so I'm looking for further input.
If I do decide to definitely do it, I think I'm gonna wait until I get my paycheck from fireworks which will be a few weeks, and go get it done with some of that money. Shouldn't cost too much cuz it's just gonna be plain black and pretty small.

Oh, the one thing that I meant to say! Apparently, sunshine and fresh air do not agree with me. I am totally breaking out, like, worse than I ever have in a long damn time. It's kind of ridiculous.

That is all. I should probably re-read this for typos made because of sleepiness... but I'm prolly too sleep to notice them.

Gonna go pass out now as it's after 4 AM. -- Or not. Helen just got here. Yay! Oz season 2!

Yeah, it's 5:00 AM. I totally need to be asleep. Except for the part where I also need to be taking a shower. And I also need to be writing a paper for class tomorrow. And, come to think of it, I also need to be doing my laundry. But that can wait until tomorrow after class. The rest kind of by necessity need to happen before class.

What is wrong with me? When did I develop this crazy insomnia? I've not gotten a full night's sleep in days and the sleep I have been getting, none of it has been at *night*. Usually at least some portion of my sleep pattern occurs when it is *dark* out. Once I get to sleep I'm okay, except for the part where there keeps being *other people* asleep in my bed and interrupting my sleep pattern or every person I know coming in and *waking me up* every twenty minutes...

Also, my mom has way gotten in on the crazy with the Treasure's Trove thing. I think if we actually managed to wrangle a real location out of any of the clues... my mom would totally drive there no matter how far away it was.

And another thing, I've now officially seen the first season of Oz, and I just have to say that that is one *fucked* *up* show. Like woah. And I think I need to go all crazy fannish on it. Cuz I really want McManus (sp?) fanfic. But I should really wait until I've seen the rest of the show because I will *not* be able to resist spoiler-y things. They will call out to me and be like "Look I'm all shiny and spoiler-y! Touch me, touch me!" And I will. But yeah, Helen's bringing season 2 by tomorrow so in all likelihood I will watch season 2 tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be able to watch season 3. That may have to wait until after the whole fireworks tent thing.

Oh, and another nother thing, which I'm sure only Jen will find of any interest at all: the other day when my internet died and refused to be revived I started working on the Disney femmeslash story I promised you. So far it is being stubbornly unpornographic. So, I guess my question is, do you demand pr0n? Cuz it may take some time. *mumblemumbleFrigidFuckinBitchesmumble* ~Perhaps I should ply them with more wine... hmm~

Okay, I think I'm done talking to myself now. I guess I should go write my two page paper comparing/contrasting Donne's "Death be not Proud" (guh, I *hatehatehate* this fucking poem) and Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death". Why does all literature have to be so depressing? And not even in a good, creepy way. (Like Poe! Why can't there be more authors like Poe?) It's all just, blegh, life sucks, angst-ity angst, and then you die. (Except for when it is about abortion. Except that they can never just *tell* you that it's about abortion. *Noooooo.... of course not* It's about the fucking white elephants or what-the-fuck-ever.) I hate literature. I love to read. But too many years of English classes have caused me to detest all fine literature.*
(*Except for Orwell. Because he just rocks like that. And Poe. And occasionally Yeats. And sometimes Frost, but only if you read the entire poem and not just the "road less travelled by" part because in context it doesn't mean the same fucking thing at *all*!)
~Sadly, if I had poured as much effort into actually writing the paper as I did into this LJ post, I would be done by now.~
*reloads f-list*

( Memage )

Somehow, even though I've had more free time this week than at any time since the semester began, I still haven't *done* anything. Like, at all. I don't know where my time is going. Last final in the morning, then after lunch I have to start packing all my crap up. *rawr* My dad is supposed to be driving up from Florida and getting here either tomorrow or Saturday. He said that if he got here in time, he'd help me move, but since I haven't heard from him in several days, I don't know if he'll be here or not. He better let me know so that I know whether to tell Mom not to come. The 3 Doors Down concert last night was awesome, and I kinda screwed up my voice with all the yelling. Breaking Benjamin opened for them, and even though I only know one song by them (and only because there's a buffy vid to it) they were pretty good. The only thing that would have made the concert better would be if 3DD had played "Ticket to Heaven" because I really like that song. Oh, and also it probably would have been good if the bassist hadn't *broken* his *finger* during the concert!!! /craziness Also, the lead singer of 3DD has a very cute southern accent. Which is weird only because I don't normally *like* southern accents, probably a product of growing up surrounded by them, but on him it was quite adorable. Also, he has dimples. Dimples on boys are way cute. *g* Even though I got like ten hours of sleep last night, I am still tired and worn out.

This Scares Me

Also, OMGWTFBBQ!! Pretender iz teh sexy gay pr0n! !!! !!! Sorry, I'm still recovering from watching Jeffery.
In this film, Michael T. Weiss (The Pretender), plays Steve, the gay (*cheer*), HIV-positive (*whimper*) man of Jeffrey's dreams. Jeffrey, incidentally played by Steven Weber (from Wings), has to decide whether it's worth the risk to love Steve even though he's Positive. This heady content doesn't weigh the movie down overmuch though, and comic relief comes often and spectacularly. (For example, Patrick Stuart as a flaming queer... awesome.) Overall, very satisfying movie. Pretender should kiss boys more often. *rawr*
~This paragraph makes much more sense with the links. Trust me. Also, some of them are sexy pics. No, I won't tell you which ones. Mostly because I don't remember. My brain is preparing for meltdown mode and has thus jettisoned any unnecessary cargo.~

Outlet three year anniversary party was much fun, especially the part where we watched Jeffrey.

And also, RL sucks. Have to go put my laundry in the dryer now. ~I need sleep.~

I should be sleeping. But instead I'm updating my LJ. Yay.
So, yeah. Hung out with Rita this morning until I had to go to class. After class, I went to work. Was actually very fun and entertaining for the first two hours. Then, at about 2:30, right when it started to get busy, my printer ran out of ribbon. So we changed the ribbon. The printer ate the ribbon. We fiddled with it. It still didn't work. We tried a different ribbon, cleaned the print head, changed all the change-able doohickies. Still didn't work. Tried a different ribbon. Fiddled more. It ate the ribbon again. Fiddled with it. Finally got it to print an id. Id was screwed up. Gave up and started giving some people messed up id's and promising that we would replace them any day that wasn't *today*. So, yeah. The last hour of work was hell. Damn O.A.R.! Then I went to a meeting, and another meeting, and talked to Ricky for a while, and then *another* meeting, and sat through part of another meeting after that. Then I kept Ricky company at work for a while, then we went to RedZone with Rita and Jen. Yay Rita-ness! (She's sleeping on my floor right now. <3 )
Where does my day *go*? I have *one* class! WTF?!?
I have a million things to do tomorrow and I'm unlikely to get most of them done simply because it is Friday and it's difficult to find most of the people I need to discuss things with on Fridays.

Happy Spring Break to all of you whom I'm unlikely to be able to run into tomorrow and tell in person. Which is basically all of you except Jen, who is coming home with me anyway, but whatever. I have to go to work in... about six and a half hours. Then I have to go to class and turn in my bullshit paper. Then I might as well go to my other class because after that I have to go *back* to work. Until 4:30. Then pack and hope Helen gets here on time. I should probably call her at some point tomorrow and remind her. And I really need to call my dad at some point tomorrow and wish him happy birthday and ask him the address on the boat so I can mail him his card. If I were a good daughter I would have mailed it a week ago and he could not only have gotten it while he was still at home, he could have actually gotten it *before* his birthday. Le sigh. I don't know what time his flight is tomorrow but hopefully I can manage to call when he's not actually *on* a plane. Maybe I'll luck out and he'll call me while he's bored and sitting around in an airport somewhere. But after I leave, there will be fun-ness with Helen. So yay! And then I get to go home and cuddle my puppy and my nephew. (probably in that order) If I'm lucky, my family may have even excavated a place for us to sleep while we're there. Mrr. Sleepy now.


( SGA Elections )

I'm very sleepy. I only got about three hours of decent sleep last night because I kept waking up. Grr.

And now I wish to share with you excerpts from my NY times daily headlines e-mail...

"Baltimore is actually a very safe city if you are not involved in the drug trade."
DR. PETER BEILENSON, the city's health commissioner.
-in response to this article

Baltimore Streets Meaner, but Message Is Mixed
By JAMES DAO
( Mexed Missages )

It's my current theory that the faculty had this weather specially imported from Alaska or something just to stress us out during finals week. It is fucking cold out there!
My first and hopefully most stressful final is out of the way, three to go. I think I did okay, which may or may not be enough to drag my previous sucky grades up to an A. (The first thing I saw when I walked outside this morning at 7:20 was a white squirrel, so maybe that's a good sign. Damn unreliable squirrel divination!)
I need to go sell back the part of my books that I don't intend to keep, then I need to sleep for a damn long time. I got about three hours of sleep last night, which I knew was a mistake; if I get less than 4 1/2 hours of sleep I end up feeling worse than if I don't get any sleep at all. But at this point I've been up long enough that I'm not sure I *can* go back to bed. For some reason I've always been bad at taking naps. *sigh* A nap would be so *nice*... Anyway, I need to get on that and then decide if I want to go to the study session this afternoon for Japanese for the final tomorrow night. And at some point I need to pack up some of my stuff (computer included, so I'll probably be scarce [as if I weren't already] from Wednesday through Sunday) to take home tomorrow night. Jen will probably be kidnapped by her mother at some point Friday night, even though they won't leave until Saturday morning, because her mom's just mean that way. Then at some point on Saturday I have to get the rest of my stuff I'm taking with me ready and meet up with the SGA people for the BSBP stuff on Saturday night and Sunday. I also need to remember to tell my mom that I'll need her to come get me on Sunday. And at some point before Friday I need to hunt down Andy Wagner and ask him a scholarship-related question. And squeezed in there somewhere are my other finals, a computer assignment for Stat. and probably a couple of other things I'm forgetting. Still, the rest of the week should be better than this morning. At least I don't have to get up early again until Friday and after that I'm free until January!!! (At which point I think I will be stuck working the same sucky 8-10 AM, MWF shift. Damn ID center. At least I have the rest of this week off.)
Anyway, busy, busy. Maybe I'll get decent money out of the text for that Geology class I withdrew from.