Getting back on track in a new month. Several weeks in photos
This is, of course, a significant birthday. For this year only, I am opening up my dating profile to accept messages from 19-year-old idiots. (Next year they’ll have to be 20.) In the past, I have sometimes celebrated my birthday by posting a story (or a chapter of one), but this has not been the most productive year. So all I give myself now is a significant cake (photo edited from a picture here).
Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day! I wish I had a story to post to celebrate this day, but it’s the middle of the month, so I’ll just make a personal entry instead. Stuff’s piling up, as usual, for me to post about in any case.
I had a birthday! Despite being sick, I enjoyed it very much. We were going to go to Bishop Castle on the Monday, assuming I felt well enough, only then brother didn’t get out of bed until after noon and wasn’t showered and ready for life until 1400, so there wasn’t enough time. But then he made me a birthday dinner and a birthday cake and also bought me totally unnecessary presents, so I suppose he kinda redeemed himself XD
It was a spice cake with butterscotch pudding and whipped cream on top, and it was FREAKING DELICIOUS. It only had 32 candles because I fail at maths and for some reason thought that two packages of 16 would be sufficient. Seriously, though, I think it’s time to stop doing all the candles, because having to buy three packages just seems silly and they take an eternity to light and get wax all over the cake by the time they’re done. I’ll get some numbers or something next year.
We had snow yesterday. Just thought I’d mention.
Today I got a new tattoo. For some reason, I really love the way a new tattoo smells.
Now neither the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my arm from the sign of the wonderful E.A.P..
I made the appointment to get that tattoo yesterday, and I was so excited about it that it caused me to dream about something else I’m excited about, which is our Disney World trip in December. Did I mention that several members of my family are going to Disney World in December, and ever since that plan was made I’ve been dreaming about it?
Anyone that follows my personal entries must be well aware, of course, that I dream about Disneyland all the freaking time. But I’ve actually been to Disneyland, and never to Disney World, so the Disney World dreams are even less accurate than my already weird Disneyland dreams. The same theme is often present, though: Oh, crap, I’ve been here three days and haven’t gone on any rides yet!! As I’ve mentioned before, I always wonder what my dream thinks I have found to do in Disneyplace for three days besides going on any rides XD
I also dreamed I was Luann DeGroot. I was on my way to a high school prom in a car full of people, two of whom were elves and one of whom was an adult man that I think was a co-worker of my father. This guy made an incredibly racist comment about elves, and I got so angry at him that I launched into this lengthy rant that ended by telling him to get out of my car and crying off all my carefully applied makeup.
When I mentioned this to my family, the predominant first response, besides incredulous laughter, was, “When was the last time you read Luann?” Because we haven’t gotten a newspaper around here for probably a decade XD
Also! I got bitten RIGHT IN THE FACE by a miniature pinscher. It’s probably going to turn into a pretty badass scar. That was not a dream; that was a work thing. I have yet to get a decent picture of it, though; the light’s always bad and you can’t see it clearly. It’s a line maybe 3/4 of an inch long on my chin.
Oh, speaking of work things… the other day, a co-worker and I were scrubbing/assembling packs, which is a thing we do facing this big ol’ window onto the parking lot. The parking lot on that side of the building is an alley between our building and the next businesses over. So this guy pulls into the space right in front of us, and we start joking about how he’s probably waiting there for a drug dealer because he has no license plate (only a super fake handwritten fakie temporary tag with just a date on it) and he backed into the space as if to facilitate a quick getaway if needed.
And then this other car with all tinted windows pulls up, a guy — a guy in a shirt that LITERALLY SAYS “Usually stoned” on it — gets out of the back seat, comes to the driver’s window of the first car, makes some kind of exchange with the first guy involving a baggie of something white, and then gets back into black-tinted-window-car and drives off.
I mean, we actually watched an entire drug deal from beginning to end standing about eight feet away from it behind a NON-TINTED WINDOW. Way to be freaking subtle, guys!!
How about some other photos, since this is a personal entry.
Look at this super adorable baby corn snake ZOMFG!!!!!! This was at my school at some point.
I’m not sure where I saw this. Home Depot or something? Anyway, I liked how… obvious… it was.
There is almost nothing interesting about this picture, but I’m pretty sure I took it because I’d just started watching Once Upon A Time the previous day and then I saw this in a grocery store.
And now I’ve forgotten all the other stuff I needed to post about. Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day, everyone!
Happy New Year!
I knew that if I got started with the New Year’s Eve festivities, I would not end up making an entry at all yesterday, so I took my tie picture in the early afternoon… and then still completely forgot to make an entry. Silleh.
So that’s yesterday’s tie. We’ll see if I get a picture of today’s tie before today is over. Anyway, we had our usual New Year’s Eve fun last night, and it was great. Yay!
I have been quite HoH-productive on this break. As previously, I haven’t really worked on any other story, but that’s OK. I did kinda want to solve my TLY problem before break was over, but it’s clear that this is not going to happen. One of these days…
The plan for New Year’s Day, as I believe I mentioned before, is for brother and I to watch a bunch of movies. Of course he has to get out of bed first, but I suppose that must happen eventually. Speaking of brother, here is a tale of previous times:
Every year, brother and I make sugar cookies and listen to the Worst CD Evar. OK, well, we like to do that at some point during the Christmas season; I don’t think we’ve actually done it every year. This year, despite being really busy, we did manage it. We used some cookie cutters Zombie Girl gave me at some point, and made a whole new array of hilariously ugly shapes. Laughing extremely hard (and not just at the WCE) is part of the point of this thing.
Mom, as usual, was not happy about the Worst CD Evar… she always comes in and complains about it, and also about the presence of cookies when she is on a diet. But we nevertheless made the cookies. And here is an excessive number of pictures of them!!
Well, today I have not worn a tie, and I suspect the same thing will happen next Sunday. I often don’t get dressed at all on Sundays, and I can’t even regret that XD
So I’m watching the Broncos defeat the embarrassing Raiders and playing Super Lesbian Horse RPG… it’s kinda weird to be watching football without doing homework at the same time, which has been the standard for the last several months.
This has been a fabulous break so far. I’ve gotten some good solid progress made on Confy, though I haven’t worked on any other story yet. I’ve been enjoying the hell right out of sleeping in, you may well believe. I should be relatively human by the time I have to go back to school a week from tomorrow.
All right, time to start catching up on stuff. First off, the story of Thanksgiving. Once upon a time, my mom’s redneck dad had a stroke, which left him in a state of no longer being able to collect redneck junk and fill his garage and yards with redneck junk and mess around with his redneck junk. So eventually, the family decided to get together and clean out the garage and the yards of all the redneck junk. One uncle was renting a big dumpster item to put stuff into, and many family members were traveling from their towns of residence to grandma and grandpa’s town to assist in this endeavor.
Brother and I, as I may have mentioned, were not able both to get the same days off in order to accompany my parents to grandparent land to help with this. Brother was chosen to go and I to stay since brother has muscles that could help with lifting and carrying things. Everything was set.
Only then, randomly and for no actual reason I ever heard, uncle called the whole thing off at the last minute. Canceled the dumpster and told everyone they’d just do it some other time. Despite the fact that PEOPLE WERE DRIVING ACROSS THE COUNTRY FOR THIS.
Mom and dad couldn’t very well cancel going at that point (this was, like, the day before Thanksgiving) since grandma was counting on feeding them Thanksgiving dinner and would have cried if they’d not shown up. But since brother’s muscles were no longer needed for what had previously been the entire point of the trip, he decided to stay home with me.
As I said before, I worked on Thanksgiving, sat around writing fanfiction and getting paid overtime for it. Then I went home, and brother and I ate junk food and watched movies (and some BSSM episodes) for literally twelve hours straight. And I had homework to do on Thanksgiving; did I mention that? It was extremely irritating. I was so not into it that the assignment took me seven hours.
Saturday after Thanksgiving, I got my hair cut. It’s longer now than it’s ever been in my life, and the gal trimming the ends actually asked me to stand up out of the chair so she could get at them; that’s never happened before :D I had her shave the horrible little bits off the bottom in back because they’re such a pain to tuck under a surgical cap in preparation for surgery. I intended then to go home and touch up my dye and take a shower, but this was not to be.
My parents texted me on my way home from the haircut, saying that they’d run over some random piece of metal that had fallen off a truck or something, damaged the engine of their car, and were sitting at the side of the road waiting for a tow into the nearest town. I might, they informed me, need to drive up to that town and rescue them. So I sat around for the next few hours waiting for word on that. Eventually they let me know that they were staying in a hotel that night, but by then it was too late to take a shower, so I went to bed with little shavey bits of hair all over my neck and back.
I was awakened next morning by my mother calling to request I go rescue them, since Silverthorne, where they were, has pretty well nothing at all open on Sundays so there was no chance of a rental car just yet. So, gross from having put off showering and still covered in little shavey bits, I drove the two and a half hours it takes to get up there, picked up my parents, and drove two and a half hours back.
The interesting thing about this is that if brother and I had, as originally planned, both gone with them to grandparent land to help with the stupid cleanup that got canceled anyway, there would have been nobody to rescue us; we’d all have been stuck in Silverthorne until Monday, and I would have missed my Monday class and lost all sorts of points at school because of it. So there is destiny for you.
We had a real family Thanksgiving the following Sunday, put up our Christmas decorations and watched the traditional movies, so everything was good. Oh, and I did eventually get to take a shower, too :D
Last night (or perhaps this morning while I was sleeping the hell in), I dreamed that I was a time-traveling secret agent of sorts, with a mission having something to do with swaying public opinion against the king by going to various parties attended by influential people and spreading dissension. At one such party, where was I wearing the sweetest little off-the-shoulder dress, I was approached at the same moment by a young man and a young woman that wanted to dance with me. The young man offered me a flower, which I took, made some remark about, and then handed back. Then I danced with the young woman, who was shy and very pleased to dance with me.
And then Saitou, my time-traveling secret agent partner, appeared, and we were doing this mission together. In one instance, the house that the party was in caught fire and we had to escape before it exploded or something, but we took this detour to the kitchen where Saitou, who could speak the language of mice, helped some mice become reunited with their mothers. BECAUSE SAITOU IS JUST THAT BADASS RIGHT. Um, yeah. Anyway, I was hoping there might be some romance between me and Saitou, and it’s interesting how many times I’ve dreamed of being a secret agent partner of Saitou with hopes of romance. He definitely remains #1 on the list of dudes I’d get with even though I’m gay as gay.
This second day of no school and no work has been wonderfully undemanding. I bought some art supplies with my Christmas bonus, and have been making a trial run prior to the painting I’ve been hoping to start during break. I need one more specific item before the actual painting can get going, and that I hope to order tomorrow once I’ve been paid my actual paycheck (which should be gratifyingly bigger than usual on account of holiday MADNESS).
For the last few years, my family has stopped buying each other Christmas presents and instead just gone fun places and done cool things together. It’s a way better method of dealing with this holiday, and I’ve liked it very much. This year, however, brother and I could not manage to get the same days off in order to go anywhere, so we didn’t manage to find anything cool to do. So my parents got me a Christmas present just now, which is a very nice faux leather jacket that I believe will be useful if I can get into large animal medicine. The problem, then, of course, is that I need to figure out something to get for my parents, and what the hell can I get for them???
I really should report some of the things that happened during the last few busy weeks besides being incredibly busy. I think I will start trying to do that in my next entry.
I did it! I survived! I got through the last few incredibly hectic weeks, including one full of surgeries and one full of ten-hour shifts! (I’ll let you guess which of those was work and which was school.) Now I have a break until the eighth of January, and during that break I have EIGHT WHOLE DAYS of no school and no work. Not in a row, but WHATEVER ZOMFG. Things I intend to do on those days:
* Wear a different tie every day, for a total of EIGHT DIFFERENT TIES
* Work on stories
* Order new work pants
* Play Dragon Age II
There are a few other things I’d like to get done during this time, but I am not counting on any of them and won’t give a damn if they don’t happen. They are as follow:
* Start painting a picture
* Clean my room
* Get everything I need ready for school restarting
Oh, man, my poor carpal tunnels are aching after all the work I’ve done over the last couple of days. And we’ll see tomorrow how many complaints come in regarding orders for yesterday and the day before. But break! Break! After this break, I have one more eight-week set of classes (including equine), then another internship, and then I will be done with school *___*
Today, of course, is Christmas — happy Christmas to anyone that cares about Christmas!! — and what better way to celebrate Christmas than to eat a bunch of food I’m allergic to and work on HoH stories?? I really don’t know of one. So off I go!
P.S. I don’t know which tie I’ll be wearing today, because I’m not dressed yet. Because break and I only got up, like, an hour ago :D
Happy Thanksgiving! I sit at work, prevented from accompanying my parents to Utah to see Mostle’s gallery, eager to get through my shift so I can go home and watch movies with Lesta all day.
So busy lately. Current classes are Pharmacology and Surgical Nursing, and they certainly have the most stuff to memorize of any classes thus far. This three-day week, nobody at school was even the least bit invested in school things. It was pretty sad.
Recently brother and parents and I went to see Trans-Siberian Dorkestra. It was very interesting to note that all their original crap was incredibly bad, but all their stuff based on classical or operatic pieces was spectacular; O Fortuna in particular was freaking awesome.
It appears that’s all I have to say.