December 12th, 2009
For
September 27th, 2009
So, only two or three people are ever going to see this, but... I need to get it out.
I'm ill. I don't know with what. Going to a doctor soon. But. Anyway.
I have a paper due Monday. Five to six pages double-spaced. I was on my THIRD REVISION when my netbook decided to get a virus. It required wiping the harddrive. The only version of the paper I had a spare of? The rough draft.
So, now, less than two days before it's due, I have to rewrite it, sans notes. They've disappeared. I have to remember what two articles I was going to cite from the packet our teacher gave us AND remember what out of them I was going to cite.
Honestly. I'm beginning to think there's not a fucking point in me going to college. Maybe I'm not smart enough or I don't have it together enough or something. It always ends badly. Maybe I'm just wasting my time and my mom's money. Maybe I'm only fucking good for ever working just-above-minimum-wage retail jobs.
Speaking of THOSE, my mom is suggesting I call in sick to my job. On the one hand, I like this idea. More sleep for me. On the other hand, this is the woman who is ALWAYS on my case about when I call in. Telling me that it won't look good, that I've already missed. She's firmly ingrained a good bit of guilt into me about getting sick. I'm one month into a 24 month contract on my cellphone. I can't afford to be out of a job, and I'm terrified of my managers deciding I've been sick too much.
I honestly want to just curl up in a ball and never leave my room again.
I'm ill. I don't know with what. Going to a doctor soon. But. Anyway.
I have a paper due Monday. Five to six pages double-spaced. I was on my THIRD REVISION when my netbook decided to get a virus. It required wiping the harddrive. The only version of the paper I had a spare of? The rough draft.
So, now, less than two days before it's due, I have to rewrite it, sans notes. They've disappeared. I have to remember what two articles I was going to cite from the packet our teacher gave us AND remember what out of them I was going to cite.
Honestly. I'm beginning to think there's not a fucking point in me going to college. Maybe I'm not smart enough or I don't have it together enough or something. It always ends badly. Maybe I'm just wasting my time and my mom's money. Maybe I'm only fucking good for ever working just-above-minimum-wage retail jobs.
Speaking of THOSE, my mom is suggesting I call in sick to my job. On the one hand, I like this idea. More sleep for me. On the other hand, this is the woman who is ALWAYS on my case about when I call in. Telling me that it won't look good, that I've already missed. She's firmly ingrained a good bit of guilt into me about getting sick. I'm one month into a 24 month contract on my cellphone. I can't afford to be out of a job, and I'm terrified of my managers deciding I've been sick too much.
I honestly want to just curl up in a ball and never leave my room again.
July 10th, 2009
May 6th, 2009
Stolen from
polkadotsnplaid
[1] List 10 celebrities you would make out with without even asking questions.
[2] Put them in whatever order you choose.
[3] Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] Supply photos for said people.
( Oh, look, a cut! )
[2] Put them in whatever order you choose.
[3] Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] Supply photos for said people.
( Oh, look, a cut! )
April 16th, 2009
I have a joooooob~!
Friday-Wednesday, working 39 hours. No day off until Thursday. ACK.
Oh well. $7.50 an hour. Even if I only clear $6.50 an hour? That's $250 dollars. Definitely planning my trip for August because with that kind of income? CONCERT IS A MUST.
And all three tickets are on me. This is non-negotiable!
I will also be saving for a new phone. Beautiful TMobile Gravity with full keyboard and internet access.
Friday and Saturday will be painful. Friday? 9-2. Saturday? 10-5. After that, though, it's better Sunday and Monday, I work 11-7. Tuesday and Wednesday, I work 4-close, which is about 9:30.
Should have told them I needed Tuesdays off for classes! Oh well. It's MONEY.
Friday-Wednesday, working 39 hours. No day off until Thursday. ACK.
Oh well. $7.50 an hour. Even if I only clear $6.50 an hour? That's $250 dollars. Definitely planning my trip for August because with that kind of income? CONCERT IS A MUST.
And all three tickets are on me. This is non-negotiable!
I will also be saving for a new phone. Beautiful TMobile Gravity with full keyboard and internet access.
Friday and Saturday will be painful. Friday? 9-2. Saturday? 10-5. After that, though, it's better Sunday and Monday, I work 11-7. Tuesday and Wednesday, I work 4-close, which is about 9:30.
Should have told them I needed Tuesdays off for classes! Oh well. It's MONEY.
April 2nd, 2009
Taken from
polkadotsnplaid
1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
I have no one to tag. SO.
( Under cut. )
1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
I have no one to tag. SO.
( Under cut. )
March 10th, 2009
I hate work and don't want to go.
I hate work and don't want to go.
I hate work and don't want to go.
Still. I will go. 72 (taking out the $5 today for breakfast since I HATE OUR FOOD) dollars out of the 800 I promised myself I'd get before I quit. (This does not apply if a store or something calls me first. 'Nother job offer? I'm OUT.)
I wouldn't mind if certain people (you know who you are) wrote vignettes or fics or companion fics that I could read once I returned home, whenever that might be. Naturally, you don't have to. I'm just putting the request out there for the two of you.
EDIT: So, I just quit in the most passive-aggressive way possible. ...By turning off my phone. I'm not going in, I'm not calling. He has no address on file, no alternate contact method, nothing. I haven't filled out any paperwork, signed anything, AND the bastard left a short, scrawny twenty-year-old waitress alone with two men twice her age and at least twice her size yesterday. ...I don't feel guilty. SECOND EDIT: So, left a message, I think. Said my mom fell, and I had to take her to the hospital and I'd call back when I had more information. Never going to call again. And yes, Mom said I could use that excuse.
I hate work and don't want to go.
I hate work and don't want to go.
Still. I will go. 72 (taking out the $5 today for breakfast since I HATE OUR FOOD) dollars out of the 800 I promised myself I'd get before I quit. (This does not apply if a store or something calls me first. 'Nother job offer? I'm OUT.)
I wouldn't mind if certain people (you know who you are) wrote vignettes or fics or companion fics that I could read once I returned home, whenever that might be. Naturally, you don't have to. I'm just putting the request out there for the two of you.
EDIT: So, I just quit in the most passive-aggressive way possible. ...By turning off my phone. I'm not going in, I'm not calling. He has no address on file, no alternate contact method, nothing. I haven't filled out any paperwork, signed anything, AND the bastard left a short, scrawny twenty-year-old waitress alone with two men twice her age and at least twice her size yesterday. ...I don't feel guilty. SECOND EDIT: So, left a message, I think. Said my mom fell, and I had to take her to the hospital and I'd call back when I had more information. Never going to call again. And yes, Mom said I could use that excuse.
February 16th, 2009
I'm updating this because I don't know how much I'll be awake, etc.
Went to the doctor. Haven't keep food down in four days. She thinks it's just a stomach virus and gave me pills for nausea. I'm getting the script filled (after having blood drawn) and I get a bottle of tea, since I need to drink more fluids right now. Fun fun.
In the car (Mom was nice and drove me) I took one of the pills and drank a decent amount of the tea.
...I get home, I'm sick. Tea didn't stay down. I don't know if the pill did or not. So, I'm sitting here, waiting to see if I get drowsy or if I should chance taking another one. I'm only supposed to take one every six hours, but, at the same time, I might not have actually "taken" the first one...
I HATE BEING SICK.
Went to the doctor. Haven't keep food down in four days. She thinks it's just a stomach virus and gave me pills for nausea. I'm getting the script filled (after having blood drawn) and I get a bottle of tea, since I need to drink more fluids right now. Fun fun.
In the car (Mom was nice and drove me) I took one of the pills and drank a decent amount of the tea.
...I get home, I'm sick. Tea didn't stay down. I don't know if the pill did or not. So, I'm sitting here, waiting to see if I get drowsy or if I should chance taking another one. I'm only supposed to take one every six hours, but, at the same time, I might not have actually "taken" the first one...
I HATE BEING SICK.
January 4th, 2009
Still haven't found my Batman Begins DVD, but I did find screen caps, so here are some Jonathan Crane icons. I will be making more once I find the DVD.
Previews

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December 31st, 2008
Last part of the epic Dark Knight icon posting. This time, it's for Harvey Dent... who I might have gone overboard on. Whoops!
Previews
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Part I of the "Epic Dark Knight Iconning Spree." I apologize for the lack of Crane icons that one person has already (teasingly) complained of, but it is not my fault. BLAME THE MOVIE. Not enough Crane screen time. Sorrow. Once I find my Batman Begins DVD, though, there will be more Crane icons than any one person can stand.
Previews

( ICONS! )
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December 29th, 2008
So, I'm planning on soon (either today or tomorrow) screencapping The Dark Knight. And making icons.
...There are probably only two people who will read this, but if there are others, I'd love suggestions on specific things I should icon.
(For the two who I'm almost sure will read this, who are also welcome to suggest things I should cap/icon, here are what I already know I'm making:
Two-Face icons
Crane icons
Stephens icons)
...There are probably only two people who will read this, but if there are others, I'd love suggestions on specific things I should icon.
(For the two who I'm almost sure will read this, who are also welcome to suggest things I should cap/icon, here are what I already know I'm making:
Two-Face icons
Crane icons
Stephens icons)
December 25th, 2008
Let the panic attacks begin.
Half the family is my aunt's so far, and there is so MUCH NOISE, so much activity, a hyper six- or seven-year-old running around, bouncing around. The sound of people talking, blenders going, it's just... Dear God. I can't hear myself think, and I am going to LOSE IT if I have to be here too long.
Half the family is my aunt's so far, and there is so MUCH NOISE, so much activity, a hyper six- or seven-year-old running around, bouncing around. The sound of people talking, blenders going, it's just... Dear God. I can't hear myself think, and I am going to LOSE IT if I have to be here too long.
December 24th, 2008
Christmas Eve, the time for shrimp and minor family and a few presents! (The last bit will get a "Part 2 b" post later.)
Two sets of pajamas, and electric blanket, and a digital camera were my early presents. The digital camera will cause another post later with a few pictures of my various cats!
Now, however, it's more family time. What joy.
Two sets of pajamas, and electric blanket, and a digital camera were my early presents. The digital camera will cause another post later with a few pictures of my various cats!
Now, however, it's more family time. What joy.
...Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Thanks Mom.
I think everyone who reads this heard about my internet getting shut off because I had an illegal copy of Sleepy Hollow on it. Deleted the file from my computer, got my internet back. Naturally, my mother knew about this because she heard me bitching when my net wouldn't work, and we laughed over the cause.
So, today, I go downstairs, and she says a guy in a black car and black suit left me something and gives me a present. She and her workmates decided it would be perfect when she told them, and she made a special trip to get it. The present? A gift card to Best Buy with the message "Now you can be legal" and a copy of Sleepy Hollow. (She mentioned she didn't know which version it was but when a coworker said the newest one had Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci in it, she said that had to be it. She was right.)
Of course, I grinned and told her, "I guess I shouldn't mention that this really isn't that great of a movie?" However, it didn't cost her a lot and it has audio commentary by Tim Burton, so I'm not taking it back!
Have to have one holiday joke at my expense when the situation aligns itself so perfectly!
I think everyone who reads this heard about my internet getting shut off because I had an illegal copy of Sleepy Hollow on it. Deleted the file from my computer, got my internet back. Naturally, my mother knew about this because she heard me bitching when my net wouldn't work, and we laughed over the cause.
So, today, I go downstairs, and she says a guy in a black car and black suit left me something and gives me a present. She and her workmates decided it would be perfect when she told them, and she made a special trip to get it. The present? A gift card to Best Buy with the message "Now you can be legal" and a copy of Sleepy Hollow. (She mentioned she didn't know which version it was but when a coworker said the newest one had Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci in it, she said that had to be it. She was right.)
Of course, I grinned and told her, "I guess I shouldn't mention that this really isn't that great of a movie?" However, it didn't cost her a lot and it has audio commentary by Tim Burton, so I'm not taking it back!
Have to have one holiday joke at my expense when the situation aligns itself so perfectly!



