Truth is now acceptable; Fame is now injectable; Process the progress

I've spent the last three days kind of in a brain coma. It's like my brain just stopped functioning. I'm not sure what it's a symptom of. Maybe I'm PMS-ing. Maybe the barometric pressure is acting funny with my head. Maybe I've got mono (you'd think it by the way i've been sleeping). Who knows. I kind of want it to stop. All I've been good for is watching movies on netflix. Awful. In the last 3 days I've watched: Salt, Easy A, My so-called Life, a new postapocalyptic anime, a strange viking movie(that I still have to finish), Dorian Gray (an adaptation with Ben Barnes and Colin Firth), Charlie's Angels (I don't know why I like this movie), and many other small episodes of things. Awfulness. I did finish knitting the body of my sisters dress and one of the sleeves. Now I'm just working on the other one. Ugh. I still feel like I could fall asleep at any moment. I've been making French verb conjugation flash cards. Whoo. That's been fun and exciting. I'm pretty sure I've got conjugating most normal -er verbs down. I'm still fuzzy on some of the exceptions though. Stupid exceptions. it's nice to be trying to study something again. I need to find some youtube clips of people speaking french though (slow enough that I can understand it) so that I can get some pronunciation guidelines. Because that's what I don't remember enough about it the pronunciation. At least I can tell people my name though. That's nice and fancy. I'm pretty sure that's all I have to say. Dad and I go shopping for garden plants on Saturday so the weather better fix it's ass up so we can plant delicious plants...mmmmm, plants.

Good night internet.

Skyrockets in flight...

I keep meaning to post this and then forgetting to do it. I wrote it. I hate reading my own work out loud or even watching people read it for the most part. But I'm pretty proud of it. It has no title. If you read it and have a brilliant idea as to what it should be called, leave me a comment and let me know.

Sitting still and wondering

Whilst you're off and plundering

I gaze upon the stars

And wonder if you're sacking Mars

The sky pirate life must be magic

Too bad your end is likely tragic

If you could come back to Earth

the planet of your auspicious birth

Maybe you could explain to me

Why our love can never be

Alas if you get as near as the Moon

It would spell our certain doom

Traveling to Mercury's silver shores,

"Show mercy!" to you they implore

But alas, tis not in your nature,

On your benevolence I would not wager,

As you cut them down in droves

Your breath smells faintly of cigar cloves

Your silver tongue tells nothing but lies,

I know you soar through Venus' iodine skies

How did I ever place my trust in you?

A pirate with eyes of palest blue

I feel a dagger twisting through my heart

I should have known it from the start

Jupiter's red eye stares balefully upon you

I claim no knowledge of the things you do

Still they keep me locked in a little room

Convinced in my eyes they see your doom

This isn't to far off from my intention

What I plan I dare not mention

I wish Saturn's rings were my trap

I'll soon be breathing down your back

I should have been your pirate queen

Instead I'll bring your end unseen

Should have loved me when you had the chance

But you didn't give me a second glance

Off the brilliant blue Uranus coast

We will see if you skill matches your boast

As I bear down towards your ship

You break me with a single crack of your whip

As I spin out into the depths of space

I hope for one last glimpse of your face

Spinning through Neptune's gaseous surface

I know my life was not without purpose

If you lose one peaceful nights slumber

Wondering over the victims that you plunder

Could you have chanced the path of fate?

It was unrequited love that led to my hate

So, that's it. It took my over a year to write it all I think and then it kind of went somewhere that I didn't expect it to go. I didn't include Pluto because it's not a planet anymore. I tried to fit it into the last verse somewhere but I just couldn't do it. I don't even know what kind of meter it's in. I'm really bad about being technical about poetry. I just keep rewriting a line until it sounds right in my head. Please feel free to comment.

I got a Broken face...uh huh

I haven't posted in too long. Exciting stuff. I got the scheduler position that I wanted. It's a .9 which is about .1 more than I want it to be. But I'll deal with it and TC is flexible. RM doesn't seem pleased, but I don't think he believes that I'm as efficient as I am. Or as organized. Also I think it annoys him that I get what I want. Because TC agreed to the schedule I wanted on a trial basis at least. Which gives me a three day weekend every other week and every Friday off. Which is nice. I also get to work 9am-5pm because I could come in at 7am, but I'd be completely useless for the first 2 hours and you wouldn't want to talk to me for the first three. Yep.

Let's see. Audrey and Stefan had their 25th birthday on Saturday and that was tons of fun. I had a great time. We made a batch of their wedding punch. It tasted a bit sweeter than it did last time, but I think that was a difference of sprite vs. 7-up. Sprite has a lot more sugar in it. Or at least it seems like it does. We played some of what we call toss and cuss I guess. It's were you throw two golf balls attached by a string at a series of three horizontal poles that are worth different points. Being a bit tipsy it took me quite a while to adjust to how to throw them and actually hit something (that wasn't other people). Our team won both times. YAY! Then later we ended up inside playing pictionary. Derek should never be allowed to write the clues. It's just a bad idea. I got a headache from all the sugar and left a bit earlier than everyone else. Sad day.

Then today...oh gods, so dumb. Our new staffing person called me at 10am on my weekend off to ask me a question that had nothing to do with me. I'm good with being called if there's a sick call. That's fine, it's a necessary evil and on a Sunday I might even consider coming in to work. But calling me to ask me about a shift trade form? Find the form and figure it out yourself. I can not help you. And when you call me at 10am I'm much more likely to attempt to kill you through the phone. I don't get up till about noon and this is a well known fact among my co-workers. How dumb can this guy be? I should write it up to TC when I'm in the office on Wednesday, but I kind of just want to ignore him until he goes away. UGH! The sound of his voice makes me want to severe my ears from my head. **dramatic shudder**

I had to buy new hair ties today because map has somehow managed to gather all of my hair ties and hide them somewhere (probably under my bed in the freakin' mattress). Silly kitty face. She's too cute for her own good.

I've been slowly stocking my kitchen with kitchen supplies. I need to still get things like a bread loaf pan. But I've got knives, frying pans, an 8x8 baking pan and silverware. I do need to get some actual dishes. But I'll see how much they'll cost me. I might have to wait till next pay day for those things. At least I have cookie sheets and a cooling rack now. Those things make me happy. I want to make some sugar cookies this week.

Later internetz. I hope you got some enjoyment out of my stories from me little life.

Asrun Dream

I have been listening to Gackt. Gackt, for those not in the know, is a j-pop/j-rock(I would lean more towards the j-rock description) musician who is amazing. It makes me feel ridiculous and happy. Ridiculously happy. I drive around in my car listening to his first CD Mars, and the second one called Moon and laughing my ass off as I contemplate actual Gackt versus the Legend of Gackt. It's crazy in my mind, especially since all of my information of Gackt is from sites that were on the internet in the early 2000s and shady even then. I should go look him up on wikipedia. However, now I have the great urge to download a whole bunch of Dir En Grey and L'arc En Ciel. Awesome.

Mary finally dumped Wes. I feel like this was the right move, but that she should have done it a long time ago. I think I'm kind of angry at her for letting it go on for so long when she clearly wasn't happy. I kind of feel like she did it to prove a point and now she wants people to feel bad for her a little bit. And I don't. I just feel like she should have done it a long time ago because I lost the Mary that I love for so long. And she's coming back slowly and in pieces, but I don't know if it will ever be the same and it makes me sad and nostalgic. I'll get over it. It's still a bummer though. I feel all passive aggressive and shit.

Once more tried to go laser tagging and failed due to our lack of forethought to make reservations. I hate that. At least we had fun chatting amongst ourselves. Then we went to Josh and Krystal's house and laughed at her really drunk little brother. Apparently 2+ of those crazy energy/alcohol drinks will really eff you up. At one point he called me Angela...I don't even know anyone named Angela. How odd.

Caught the video of Stephen Colbert singing Friday (originally by Rebecca Black) on Jimmy Fallon...it was really hilarious and I highly suggest that everyone go and watch it right now. We watched that the other night to, and then we looked up other horrible versions of the evil song. It is definitely the most horrible song ever, but the girl has definitely gotten her 15 minutes of fame out of it. And she's decided to donate all the money from it to Japan or something like that so good for her.

I applied for a new job within the same office. I don't know if I'll get it as I have some pretty big demands (at least that's the impression that I get, but if they can't give me the $1.29 I would lose leaving evening shift, then quite frankly it isn't worth it to me to move). On the other hand it would be weekends off and I'd get off early in the evening, thus enabling me to keep better track of my calories and things like that. It would be hard to get up that early though. Still don't know what I think about it all. Arg. I'll give it time and see what the world decides. It would be harder to take vacations. Supposedly. Not if I'm as intensely organized about scheduling as I am about staffing. I don't think I would need to be a 1.0, but that's what the position is. Agh. We'll see. I wouldn't have to take report from a certain someone anymore also on the plus side. But I might have to put up with him asking me questions whilst I was there during the day, so downside. But we'll see. We'll see.

I think that is all I have to tell you internets. Please be good while I am away.

My Body Tells me No-o-o, but I Won't Quit

It's been an excellent weekend off. My sunburn continues to heal. Which is a good thing. I went and saw a couple of movies this past weekend.

First, I went and saw Red Riding Hood which I tried to get people to go to with me, but no one ended up being able to go so I went by myself. It was pretty empty, so I sat with my Sour Patch Kids and sent out the occasional twitter. It was pretty good. The casting was interesting. It was kind of like the line of thought went "Let's just cast everyone who's convenient to Vancouver, B.C., oh, and Gary Oldman." I don't really mind since it means we ended up with the guy who played Saul Tigh in Battle Star Galactica and Michael Shanks (it took me seeing his name in the credits to realize that it had been him; in my defense he looked really short and died really early on). And then y'know Catherine Hardwick had to have Billy Burke. It was pretty well put together. A lot of the tension is similar to how the first twilight movie feels (same director). I did enjoy that they were pretty true to the whole people who were already considered odd were the first people accused to being witches thing (autistic kid, prettiest girl in the town, etc.). Overall, I would probably buy it eventually to add to my DVD collection.

I also went and saw Battle: Los Angeles with my dad. It was pretty much right up his alley. Lots of explosions and military confusion. It runs a little bit along the plot of independence day, but not so much alien technology in the end. And very few computers. So, Independence Day without Jeff Goldblum. Also not as many good one liners as Independence Day. But I feel like it was much grittier than Independence Day and in that way more real. Kind of excellent.

I still want to go see Beastly. I have a thing for remade fairy tales. Also I think it has an Olsen twin in it. Also I don't think their version of making him ugly (or beastly, ahahahaha, pun) is really that bad. In fact tattoos and piercings and scars are kind of hot. But to each his own I guess.

I've got another good chord progression on the ukulele, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it quite yet. I'm not sure it wants words or not. Hmmm...I'll have to spend some time contemplating it. I wish I had a little thing to record it on so that I could play it over and over.

I'm getting better at remembering to take my vitamins and I've almost gotten rid of the weight that I gained back in Hawaii (which was 3 lbs, so not absolutely the worst thing ever). I feel like I've stalled a little bit though. I'm confident weight loss will continue, but I just need to get past this point. I feel a little bit out of control with the eating, but I'm getting better every day, so it's just a matter of time. And that's really hard to remember some days, that as long as I'm not going up, it doesn't matter how long it takes me to lose the weight as long as I lose it. That's all I care about.

And now I'm off! Have a good night internets.

Close to town but not to the city

Back from my trip to Hawaii. And I managed to sun burn the backs of my knees, a strip on the bottom of my back and the backs of my shoulders. Awesome. It's slowly getting better, but I am not yet surviving without the aid of tylonel to kill the pain.

Hawaii was great and so very pretty. Though I could never live there because it's so very humid. And I only saw one cat the whole time I was there, and it was in a graveyard, if that's not foreshadowing I'm not sure what is. We went and saw a lot of things. The Polynesian Cultural Center and that was pretty cool, hit Germaine's Luau, where we saw our neighbor's son, that was awfully strange. Also tried to go on a whale watching trip on which we saw no whales and got really sea sick because it was so rough. It was the roughest boat I've ever been on. We did see some humpback whales the next day when we went to Hanuama bay for snorkeling. The snorkeling was awesome. The fish are just like "I'ma gonna keep eating, you do whatever you want." Awesome. I could spend all day there. I played navigator the whole time because I can read a map. My mom did not appreciate my Sailor Moon jokes about Asian girls on pink mopeds, nor did she appreciate my Dragonball Z jokes about Kamehameha Highway, nor did she appreciate my Monkey Island jokes...sometimes she got the Pirates of the Caribbean jokes, but only sometimes. Next time I definitely need to bring Sarah and Mary.

Other than that the plane ride there was fairly bumpy, but okay. The plane ride back was really awful because I was stuck in the middle and had the only panic attack I had ever had. UGH. Other than that it was a lot smoother than the ride there. However, I'm having some severe chills and a lot of vertigo, which I don't know if that's because the flight back effed up my inner ear, or if I'm actually sick. I just can't tell, but I definitely wish it would stop. The vertigo is no fun at all. I'm also thinking that I might be dehydrated a little bit or something, so a lot of water is going in me as well.

Evil Dead the Musical is going to be in Lynden. Which sounds impossible, but awesome, all at the same time. I totally intend to see it. I can't believe it took me this long to find out and they're building a stage for it and everything at the Northwest Washington Fair grounds. I've got to get some tickets soonish. I'll talk to Mary and see when she wants to go. And then force everyone else to go with me as well.

So I reached my weight loss goal for Hawaii, but then gained back about 3lbs while I was there. I think a lot of it is water because the amount of salt that I ate was ridiculous. Though we did a lot of walking as well. My next goal is to be down to 225lbs by the end of July, which I think will be definitely possible, but I'll have to step up my game with the exercise once the weather gets warmer. I also need to get more on top of my vitamins. I've been really bad about taking my vitamin D. So get better at that, and my doctor suggested taking Magnesium because I get a lot of muscle cramping in my calves, and because I don't sleep well, so it's supposed to help with those things. I'll see how it going.

I'll try to get another Hawaii post up with some of the pictures that I took. Later party people.

They'll Drink Bad Wine and Eat Lemoncake

So enamored of Amanda Palmer's new album...also enamored of the Jane Austen Argument. So, that's what I'll be listening to for days on end at this point. It should give me some good music too wind down from work with on the drive home.

Also started geocaching this week with my sister Sarah. It's much more fun to take a walk when you have the goal of finding something. We've found two so far. There are a lot around our usual walking routes that we can try and find so that's kind of awesome. However, I got ever so slightly sunburnt today which is completely ridiculous since it was, y'know 40 degrees out.

Went to the doctor today, confirmed that my cold is indeed viral and I just have to wait for it to go away, which sucks monkeys. I also got the skin tag removed from the middle of my back because it was kind of gross and hard to keep an eye on in case it started to change color or anything. I hate getting shots of anesthetic stuff because it burns before it goes numb. AGH! The doctor used some silver nitrate to seal it off which is kind of awesome. I also got a prescription renewed. Speaking of prescriptions my other one changed manufacturers and it's totally bizarre. But kind of cooler packaging so I'm down with that.

I go to Hawaii in 16 days. Which is completely awesome. I'm 4ish lbs away from my goal weight. Which is totally doable as long as I stay relatively good about what I eat and take walks a few times a week (or jump on the trampoline or something similar like that). Also not going to comic-con because the ticket getting for the thing was a complete farce. So I think we've decided on Disneyland/California Adventure Park and Universal Studios (with a stop at Hearst Castle on the way down) instead. I have never been without a parent or sibling. So that would be kind of awesome and I have a great love of rides. Well-made rides, that is, I love the cheap kind of terrifying because of their crappiness county fair rides, but they are pretty terrifying. Also I would love to actually eat in one of the restaurants in Disneyland itself, just for the novelty of it even though it's massively expensive.

I think that's about all I have to update the internet world on. My new goal for the end of July is to drop another 25 lbs. That will put me down to 225lbs. Which would be awesome. I've dropped two shirt sizes and one pants size thus far and I'm excited about that. Though buying new clothes is getting really annoying.

Goodnight Internet land!

When you were here before, I couldn't look you in the eye

Tonight was our Ode to Summer party and it was pretty great. We cranked the heat in our friend Tim's house and pretended it was summer time by wearing shorts, short sleeved shirts, and drinking fruity drinks with umbrellas in them. That was pretty awesome. I brought my ukelele on which I have just learned how to play Creep. Now I need to add Joy Division to my repertoire. I also won a singular game of air hockey out of the several drunken games that I played. And I didn't even win that one on my own. Sad day.

But I really think that's all I have to contribute for tonight. Yep. Pretty sure. Still buzzing pretty severely. Also have to febreze the downstairs because my father's feet smell so god damn awful. So GROSS.

Steal Flamingos and Gnomes from the dark side of the Lawn

Got a hair cut today. Still keeping it fairly long because it bothers me to have it a length at which I can't put it in a pony tail easily and I'm no good with hair pins and clippies and things of that nature. Also cleaned out my closet today which was exciting. Threw away just a whole bunch of crap and clothes that I don't wear anymore, so hopefully this means that I can get the clothes that I do wear off of my floor. That sure would be nice, and I can be more organized about what I pack for Hawaii (slowly moving ever closer! YAY!) I also found a zip drive that contains the poster I made for a AAA (American Anthropological Association) conference that I went to about 3 years ago. I am so impressed by the skills that I had back then with the computer. It looks so professionally put together it's blowing my mind. Maybe I'll have to find a way to post it up somewhere, or back it up, because I don't know if I have it anywhere other than the zip drive that I found. Maybe on google.docs. I save a lot of stuff on there, and should really go about backing up more documents up there that I don't want to lose.

I have been writing pretty consistently lately, which feels good. I also have between 1 and 3lbs to lose before Hawaii to meet my goal. I'm excited about that because staying on track during the winter time is kind of very hard. Especially with the tasty food and parties that have been going on. I'm going to have to watch the alcohol consumption carefully on Saturday if I want to consume more on Monday. Excited for both of those things. YAY! Also have finished up some knitting projects in the last couple of days. Which is nice. I need to finish some of the socks that I've been working on...I just keep starting them and finishing one and then starting another pair and never going back to the other pair and finishing it...not so great there.

I need to get back on playing the ukelele and the guitar more often. I have not been very diligent and I feel like I may have lost a few of my skills. Not that I had many to begin with. But I feel definitely lacking at this point. I also need to restring the guitar and probably the ukelele at some point. And I've got to get that one strung by someone else because the strings go on funky like in a way that I don't understand.

I think that's all I have to talk about right now. So good bye internets. I feel irreverent and silly and need to go do some things...I do not yet know what those things are.

Saturday Night Burns a Redness on My Face

Reflecting on the past week. My days off were wonderful. My days at work were okay. I definitely stay for the people I work with and not for the bureacratic bullshit that flies around this place. It's pretty much no fun from that stand point. Managers and higher ups pulling rank at every corner and just having petty little power trips. Blegh. Don't like it.

In other work related news I have discovered the only thing that it is acceptable for your significant other to yell in the background while you are talking to a staffing clerk. It's "You're our favorite!" Because that's just kind of awesome. This person also told me I should write a book about all of the stupid shit that goes on here. I told her to think of a good nom de plume for me because I would certainly need it.

We finally got the new refridgerator for our kitchen today and now all the appliances are fancy matching stainless steel. Aren't we all the fanciest people you've ever heard of? Yes, yes I think we are. Also now we can start assembling the downstairs kitchen. Which would be lovely. I would very much enjoy having a second kitchen since when everyone is in the one upstairs at the same time it's just a bit crowded. (okay, I lie, it's a lot crowded).

Got my mom a Roku player so that she can fully enjoy netflix on the upstairs TV. It seems to work very well, though I can't say I've done much more than browse through the interface so that I can answer any of her questions about it. I also made her watch all of the Pirates of the Carribbean movies last week since she hadn't seen any of them. She continuously asked me when Keith Richards was going to show up. I continuously went on about how Stellan Skarsgard is the father of my favorite actor (Alex Skarsgard, so dreamy, **swoon**), so I guess we're even. Next week we are starting Sherlock. The BBC reboot of it. Because I think my mother would appreciate it. And Benedict Cumberbatch is kind of AMAZING.

I helped my sister take her two new kitties to the vet this week. They are adorable and I loves them like a good auntie. Tomorrow I will come into town early and get them some shiny new toys! Their names are Callie and Calvin. They got them from the same lady they got Whiskey from for the price of a massage. The woman found Callie and her brother (who is still looking for a good home) on the side of the road while she was doing her paper route, they were starving and trying to eat anything that came within reach of them. Callie has an awful upper respiratory infection that is now getting slowly better with some antibiotics. She is going to be absolutely gorgeous once she feels better. She's long haired and dark gray with a white patch on her chest and a little white on her face. Almost looks like a dark gray tuxedo cat. She's also a snuggler, clearly mommy's little girl. She's also going to stay pretty small. Calvin is a boy and is a medium haired ragdoll. He's got dark brown dusky kind of points and is cream colored all over with light blue eyes. So pretty. Also he's kind of dumb, or maybe not dumb, but incredibly silly. And kind of macho. Like "You can't jump that high? Oh, I can totally jump that high, watch me. Oh, I missed it. Let me try over and over and over." He's kind of got a prominent brow. I like to call him cave man cat. He's on the antibiotics too, cuz he was sneezing quite a bit and probably just getting over the respiratory thing. He also has ear mites like no ones business. So my dear sister will have to revolution them next week. Because she already advantaged them for the fleas and the vet said she had to wait at least 7-10 days before she revolutioned them for the ear mites (and revolution also takes care of some types of worms).

So, that's the update on how my week has been. I can't think of anything else that I need to include. Have a wonderful day internets. Be good to each other (which I almost typed as 'Be food to each other' and really it works either way).

The dog days are over

So, though the first few days of the year were great on Monday it totally crashed and burned.

How it went down: I had e-mailed my boss that I wasn't sure what my schedule was because me and a co-worker were supposed to switch and he had never changed it. I told him I would be working what the computer reflected unless he texted me before 2pm on the day of. I need to know by 2pm because I need to leave around then to get to work by 3pm. It's commonly known that everyone in our office lives on their e-mail. I didn't think this would be a problem. I thought I could text him, but I didn't want to interrupt his weekend. I also might have been a touch passive aggressive because I get sick of him getting away with things that would never fly. I hate double standards.

At 3:07 I get a text telling me that I have to work...at 3:00. Clearly, there is absolutely no way that I can be to work at 3pm when it's already almost 10 minutes after. I was, needless to say, just a bit angry. I told him that wasn't going to fly for me. He responded that if that was the case then there would be no more changing of schedules. Which is kind of a horrible scare tactic if I've ever heard one. I told him that was fine. I'm not switching schedules for me, I'm switching schedules to make going to school easier on my co-worker. Because clearly I am far too flexible.

Then he called both of our boss and she called me and told me that I had to get to work and attempted to pass the whole thing off as somehow my fault because I hadn't cc'd her any of the e-mails. How does it end up all my fault when I'm just trying to help a co-worker with school? I have no idea. I told them I would be at work at 5pm and that this would not count as sick time. I ended up getting there a little after 4:30. I have never been so frustrated with a job that I felt like I was going to cry. I feel like I desperately need to get out of there.

The icing on top of this delicious piece of cake day was my sister texting me at about 6:15 that her cat Whiskey had been hit by a car and was no more. Instantly this sent me into hysterics and I cried off and on for probably the next 3 hours. And really, that's what you want to do when you have a job that includes talking to people on phone who ask you if you've suddenly developed a horrible cold. A very nice RN saw my distress and went and got me tissues. Thank goodness work has some lovely people or I would never survive. Alas none of them seem to be among my higher ups.

The cherry on top of the night was that at about 9:30pm the computer system that we use to do all of our work on decided to stop working. IT, whom I have to call when that happens, has no idea how our system works and has to forward it to people who are on-call. They usually don't have any idea what's going on either. So, I couldn't completely finish any of my work and had to leave it to my relief to figure out how to explain to the people how to get it working again. I imagine it was a server issue because it was 10 days previously when it happened to me the first time. There was no way I was staying a minute past when I was able to go.

That was the beginning of my week. Clearly this made me want to go to work the rest of the week. My poor sister was depressed and then her husband was on night shift this week so I spent a lot of time over there after work watching movies. But it pretty much made me feel like a terribly failure all week.

I got to see a friend who lives down in California and meet his lovely wife for the first time, so that was a bright spot. It's nice to talk to him. He writes music basically as a ghost writer for a much more well known composer. We talked about some of the projects that he's worked on and what he's been working on since I saw him last (apparently all the music in the game Epic Mickey is his) and talked about the excitement of living in downtown LA compared to the quietness of Lynden. It was a nice chat, and I got a delicious red velvet cupcake out of it as well.

Saturday was Nate's house warming party. A few friends and I car-pooled down to Seattle to see his place in Fremont. It's an adorable little place. Just about the perfect size for one person, kind of a classy bachelor pad. We all got there about 3pm because we decided we'd spend the whole day down there since we were coming from Lynden. We walked around Fremont and went and saw the troll, took some pics and then walked around. There's a giant statue of Lenin that you can buy for $150,000. We played a game of Balderdash were my dyslexia kicked in epically. AGH! Because that made me feel so good about myself after the week that I had already been exposed to.

Other people came over and we ate and chatted and drank and then played some mafia. Mafia is a good game when everyone isn't too drunk and you have a manageable amount of people. This was not the case by the second game of mafia. Narrated by my cousin who picked possibly the most emotionally painful way to off me when I was killed by the mafia. Not that he could have known at that point. But I almost started crying which totally caused me to be horribly embarassed. Meanwhile people keep getting louder and louder because they are getting more and more drunk and I'm in no fit mood to be around people at this point. Also, biggest flirt in the world guy who has a girlfriend (who isn't there) is getting hit on by someone who is EPICALLY annoying when drunk and that was pissing me off because she felt the need to shout everything. I should have gone and taken a walk. Blegh!

We left about an hour later and had an exciting drive home through snow in Everett to Marysville and then once again when we hit Alger. It was certainly some exciting times. Though I think I might have slept a bit.

I went home and went almost directly to bed. I felt as though I had a little too much exposure to people yesterday. Sometimes I can handle it, but this week has been so full of high emotion that I just don't think it was a good idea to expose myself to that many people. Oh well, it was fun. Mostly.

Next week will be a better week and work is just work and it will be fine. Work is not my life. I've got a nice little lunch to go to on Tuesday and everything will be excellent. And then Hawai'i at the end of February. Looking forward to that. Really, really looking forward to it.

That's about all I have to say. It feels good to get that all out of my system. Starting fresh.

Map of Tasmania

So, here's the first post of the year: the sober edition.

New year's was really great however and everyone's costumes were super. Brent's Charlie Chaplin will go down in history as the best Charlie Chaplin outfit ever. At least before he took off the mustache.

I think I pulled a muscle in my left thigh while dancing. Which is the most ridiculous thing I can think of. Also my abs hurt. I must have been dancing like a crazy person. Well, no, I was dancing with the biggest tease in the whole world. We won't go there. Stupid tease. He has a girlfriend! Tease and a flirt...grrrr...but on the whole a friendly kind of grrr, because I do need the practice.

This year will be a good one. I can feel it in my bones. I know that it will have it's ups and downs, but it seems like the downs won't be quite so bad at this point. I've got lots of fun and excitement planned and I'm totally ready for it. Hawai'i at the end of February, beginning of March and then hopefully comic-con in July, and then Chicago for my cousin's wedding in August. I'm totally ready for all of it. And to continue with my weight loss adventure. I'm roughly 5-6 lbs away from my goal for the end of February, and I know that I can totally make it. I'd like to get better about exercising more frequently. That's a big goal for this year. Though not a resolution because I just don't like being resolute about things.

I'm kind of sick of working in the position that I have as well, so maybe I'll keep my eye open for something new and far more exciting than this one. Or at least I'll keep it in mind. It is comfortable here, and the pay is alright (though no where near decent). But it's a thought for sure.

Amanda Palmer is supposedly going to be in Seattle sometime in November. So I'm definitely keeping an eye out for that and planning on dragging everyone to it that I possibly can because she's so fantabulous. I hope she brings Brian...I can practice my flirting on him too **wiggly eyebrows**

I think that's all I have left to sum up. One word of advice: If my sister offers you punch...you better bet your ass she put rum in it.

P-p-p-p-poker face

New Year's was great. Everyone did very well on the 1920s garb, though it is probably best I am writing this slightly inebriated. I need to get this make up off and head to breakfast in the AM. I can't imagine having spent it with a better group of people, minus a few bright shining faces. Audrey's brother was Charlie Chaplin and he was totally spot on. It was great. I even danced with a boy...who has a girlfriend, but I'll take what I can get...there were many single girls there who I am sure were not as fortunate as I to have wonderful friends.

Here's hoping this year is bright and shiny and while it's still new I think it is the best year ever...

Happy first post of the year blog

Auld Lang Syne

I have never learned the words to that song. I probably never will...is it french? Should I ask my French cousin-in-law if he knows it?

Last post of the old year, hope you all had a wonderful one and you get everything you hope for in 2011! It's bound to be a great year, filled as it is with trips for me. Hawai'i, Comic-con, and Chicago. I greatly look forward to it and hope you all do too...Now I am all dolled up and waiting for my ride to a party (a drunk driver I am not folks, plus the house I am going to is a 15 minute walk, though that could be longer when inebriated).

And as I do every year, I will get a picture to change my facebook photo into for the new year.

Later internet. See you in the new year blog!

Sent out an SOS call...

In case anyone ever wonders, I title the vast majority of my blog posts with whatever song lyric happens to be at the top of my brain (or that I may have specifically marked out before as being an awesome blog title, or that I haven't recalled using before, cuz often I have the same song stuck in my head for days at a time).

I am very excited about New Years Eve party. I have spent the last 7 or 8 New Years Eves with the same people and I refuse to be anywhere else because it is always a fun and exciting time. Last year we went with a classic: the toga party. It was great, the vast majority of people dressed up, in fact I think we only had one person who wasn't wearing a toga and we ridiculed him roundly. This year it's a 1920s theme. You know, roaring 20s and prohibition and all of that good stuff. I'm excited even though my mother took the dress in a bit to much and now I'm going to have to be really good about the food that I eat for the next week and exercise and stuff so that I can hopefully lost a lb or 2...gah! I'm kind of frustrated with her because the reason it happened is that she just wasn't listening when I explained what I wanted her to do, even though she was nodding and agreeing. And it's not like she basted it. She surged it...so ugh...It still looks really good. Much better than it did at the wedding I wore it to. Now the fringe just needs to be added to the bottom and it shall be done! and I need to assemble my little head band and read up on some 1920s make up application stuff and that's pretty good.

I think that's really all I have to talk about tonight. Perhaps I will make a more substantial blog post at some point. Whoot.

CARIBOU

UGH. I feel kind of horrible and it may be time for more tylonel. I am also not being very good about my diet this week...alas...as long as I don't gain significantly (which hasn't been a problem since starting the metformin) I will be satisfied. However, the cramping which is causing me to inhale tylonel and wish I had brought the heating pad to work is not cool. It's that time of the month (or in my case I try for no more than 6 times a year) and though the cramping is tapering off, it's still kind of awful. It makes me wish I could take my ovaries out and give them a stern talking to. Also, I despise the super fatiguedness. I could go to bed right now and sleep all night, very fitfully, but I could sleep. It would be wonderful.

Other than that Sarah's Ugly Sweater party is on Friday and it seems like it should be a good time. I have to make some crab dip. I kind of want to make gingerbread men as well, but I don't think I have time enough to make them and frost them. Mmmm...gingerbread with cream cheese frosting...mmmmm...

I can't really think of a whole lot more to say today...except it's kind of a Pixies and The Smiths kind of day...Caribou

I promise not to try...

Weird dreams have been plaguing me once more. I think I've been playing too much Assassin's Creed (though I did beat the main story part) and that definitely factors into it. Last night I dreamed I was trying to start myself up as an assassin/thief/general ne'er do well and that my base was my room at the old farm house (which is definitely large enough to make a good base, plus ghost for security). However there was an entire guild of ne'er do well operating out of the shop and the old barn down the hill and they thought I was encroaching on their territory and they did not like that so much and kept sending me strange warnings (a string of what looked like cow hair with a bunch of small dead creatures tied up in it that they hung outside of my window, and someone bit my ankle). A guy I knew in high school was trying to convince me that it was a bad idea to become an assassin type (and I was sorely tempted to agree with him, if the other ne'er do wells hadn't been trying to scare me off, I may have) whilst he was giving me a piggy-back ride through a swamp (oddly similar to a speech he once gave me youngest sister about why she should be careful about how she dressed, though that one definitely didn't happen during piggy back rides in a swamp). That was about the time at which the neighbor decided to turn on some horrible machine and I woke up. Maybe it was an air compressor or something? I hate construction with a passion.

Tonight, my job is making me crazy. Also I want to buy my comic-con tickets already and get that purchase out of the way, because I've got a lot of other purchases coming up. Ticket and room in Chicago in order to go to my cousins wedding (which does mean, alas, that I won't be hitting up Renne Faire for camping this year and I'm a little saddened about that, but family totally comes first).

Other than that I've really got absolutely nothing to say, but I thought I would send that dream there out into the ether. Very strange. I woke up with WTF scrawled across the front of my brain, and then I forgot it and then on the way to work I remembered it again. O.o

I've got a bullet proof heart, you've got a hollow point smile

I completed Nanowrimo, which alas, is not always the same as completing your story. Sadly enough. I wish it was the same, but the story still has a ways to go. I'm fairly pleased with my Nook. I have been reading a lot lately. I have a reading problem. Or maybe just a book purchasing problem. Le sigh.

I don't know what I'm really planning on writing. I've finished all of my christmas shopping for the month and Mary bought a new car that she's very excited about.

Mom is also looking for a house or some property out in Birch Bay. And I burnt myself with refried beans. I think that makes me spectacularly talented.

I am 10lbs away (or maybe a little bit less) from my goal for the end of february, which is totally doable I do believe. I think that the closer we get to nicer weather again I'll drop a little quicker than I do now because I'll be able to walk around outside. I'm not particularly fond of exercising inside, sadly enough. So I try to drop a little and mostly maintain during the winter.

Still no word on when we'll be able to buy Comic-con tickets. They're still looking for a viable way of selling them that won't crash everything. Grarg! Definitely frustrating.

Blegh, I'm too spacey to really right anything. So I'm done now.

If you did it say you did it, if you didn't suck it up and say you did!

Had a lovely 8 days off for my birthday. Only now I'm 25 and that's a little bit daunting. I went to Seattle to go on the Underground Tour, it was pretty great, even though I didn't get the tour guide that I wanted. It's still a really interesting tour of places that you don't often get to see. Also found the coolest toy shop in Pioneer Square with the best coloring books of all time. I got a paisley pattern one and a geometric shapes one and a fairy one. So, I love coloring books ^_^

Other than that I spent the week having super vivid and ridiculous dreams. At least two of them involved zombies (to be expected since I used my B&N gift certificates on some The Walking Dead comic books, they are horribly scary) but those dreams are too far away for me to remember any details.

But then, I had a dream where I was in a camp/school thing with basically everyone I had ever had a class with throughout Kindergarten through high school. And it was a musci class being led by Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione (YAY!) and I was whispering to my friend Lynae that I thought Brian was super attractive, and she thought I should tell him, and I think essentially Brian heard the entire conversation and then I woke up out of embarassment right as we were all about to head off to health class. This also all took place in a barn with a big sliding door that looked back into a field with a tractor in it. I don't know how that fits in.

I also had a dream that I had a flying pirate ship (I am so bad ass in my dreams). I had to park it above a house and climb down (every house was like it's own little world within a world) I had to do something down there with inverse colored tigers that were ghosts of people or something really bizarre like that. When I climbed back up to my Pirate ship it was under attack and Derek had used a special paste he made from kitty litter to patch the hole and was now trying to steer the ship defensively while Whitney was running around crazily firing off small wooden cannons (half of which were missing) and using wooden tennis rackets to lob things at the attacking ships. At that point it was so weird I had to wake up.

So, I have now summed up my very strange dreams, that definitely rate up there with my mythbusters apocalypse dream (that one was awesome). I really do love dreaming vividly.

I go Christmas shopping tomorrow and I've got to find a way to get myself out of bed by 10am...argh, I am not a get up that early person. However, the crowd should be severely less if I can get to the mall that early...oh life is very very hard. :P

There Will Still be no...Air to Breathe

I don't know if I can really comprehend how much I missed Conan O'Brien being on TV. Seriously, him being back is so amazingly awesome that I can't really cause it to make sense in my mind. His humor is so much better than anyone else on late night TV. I don't know why, he makes me laugh much better than anyone else. And the whole he's a red head thing definitely probably helps on some strange subconscious level.

Reached my word goal for today for Nanowrimo. I'm keeping about 3 days ahead. Which is good. I hope to reach about 21,500 be tomorrow sometime, or maybe a little bit more. It's going kind of slow. I'm really good at the beginning and knowing where the story is going to end, but I'm really bad at the whole middle part, and sometimes things don't go the way I think they are going to go.

Mary and I finished watching Fruits Basket today and I really wish there was more of it. Sad Face. I hope that my Sherlock blu-ray gets here before Christmas. Stupid back ordering. Oh well. I got lots of Barnes and Nobles gift cards for my birthday and intend upon hitting B&N tomorrow after dropping off some birthday cake at my grandparents house. I'm hoping my birthdayness doesn't set me back too much in my diet, but I think if I keep up with the exercising and keep track of my calories that I will be fine.

I haven't watched the second episode of The Walking Dead yet. It's kind of a scary show. And I need to find it online.

I think that's all I have to say. Later interweb peeps. I gotta watch Conan.