Argephontes
5/10/2002
Well, it's all official and everything. Today Ryan and I went around getting the new electric and water and such put in our names. We are moving to just outside the city limits proper, so we have county electric, water, & sewer. Which means new and outrageous deposits, but what can you do? We also reserved ourselves a truck for next Sunday, the 19th. Moving Day. God, I hate moving.
The next couple of weeks are gonna SUCK assholes dry. ¶ 5/10/2002 04:20:00 PM
The next couple of weeks are gonna SUCK assholes dry. ¶ 5/10/2002 04:20:00 PM
My work-study bought me pants! She had some on about 2 weeks ago- black corduroys from Old Navy, and I told her I liked them. This morning when I got to work, she had come by to bring me my very own pair.
I think she is one of the most thoughtful people I have ever known in my life. And she's graduating. It kinda makes me sad. ¶ 5/10/2002 01:01:00 PM
I think she is one of the most thoughtful people I have ever known in my life. And she's graduating. It kinda makes me sad. ¶ 5/10/2002 01:01:00 PM
I overslept this morning.
There was a raging thunderstorm, during which I awoke to the flash-y lights and the sound of someone smacking down on my roof with an SUV-sized jackhammer. The power had gone out all over the house, except strangely, in the bedroom. I'm still not too clear on how this was so. But Ryan turned on the lights to minimize the flash-y, and I pulled the covers up over my head and attempted to go back to sleep. It took a while. It was really loud... just when you start to drift off.... BANG!
Well, apparently this in-the-bedroom thing was either our combined groggy imaginations, or it went out after we both finally were able to go to sleep. Either way, the alarm never went off.
Anyway. So I wake up for the second time to Ryan sitting straight up in the bed swearing like a guy who just realized that it's Friday and he will have been late to work every day this week. Oh wait-- he is that guy. So I hop up, also panicking, because it is, after all, 11:15, and I'm supposed to be at work by 8:30.
I look really, really cute today for someone who got ready as fast as I did (no shower for THREE DAYS! Whoo Hoo!). The thing that gets me, though, is this... Why didn't anyone CALL me? I mean, raging thunderstorm. If I'm not here by, say, 9:30.... chances are, my alarm didn't go off! So when you notice that I'm not there, you should pick up the phone. "Hey, I was just calling to check on you. You haven't shown up yet, so I just wanted to make sure you were up..... oh, you aren't? Well, you are now. Ha ha. Glad I called." That's what...30 seconds? 20? Totally doable.
In the meantime, I think I need a new alarm clock. Just out of principle. I mean, ours has a battery back-up, but it only works when you have a battery in it. Go figure. But it's given us other problems, too. It's not as loud anymore, and the reception sucks (I can't wake up to "Beep Beep," I prefer the radio). So. I'm going to have to put that on the "What We Need For Our New House" list.
¶ 5/10/2002 12:24:00 PM
There was a raging thunderstorm, during which I awoke to the flash-y lights and the sound of someone smacking down on my roof with an SUV-sized jackhammer. The power had gone out all over the house, except strangely, in the bedroom. I'm still not too clear on how this was so. But Ryan turned on the lights to minimize the flash-y, and I pulled the covers up over my head and attempted to go back to sleep. It took a while. It was really loud... just when you start to drift off.... BANG!
Well, apparently this in-the-bedroom thing was either our combined groggy imaginations, or it went out after we both finally were able to go to sleep. Either way, the alarm never went off.
Anyway. So I wake up for the second time to Ryan sitting straight up in the bed swearing like a guy who just realized that it's Friday and he will have been late to work every day this week. Oh wait-- he is that guy. So I hop up, also panicking, because it is, after all, 11:15, and I'm supposed to be at work by 8:30.
I look really, really cute today for someone who got ready as fast as I did (no shower for THREE DAYS! Whoo Hoo!). The thing that gets me, though, is this... Why didn't anyone CALL me? I mean, raging thunderstorm. If I'm not here by, say, 9:30.... chances are, my alarm didn't go off! So when you notice that I'm not there, you should pick up the phone. "Hey, I was just calling to check on you. You haven't shown up yet, so I just wanted to make sure you were up..... oh, you aren't? Well, you are now. Ha ha. Glad I called." That's what...30 seconds? 20? Totally doable.
In the meantime, I think I need a new alarm clock. Just out of principle. I mean, ours has a battery back-up, but it only works when you have a battery in it. Go figure. But it's given us other problems, too. It's not as loud anymore, and the reception sucks (I can't wake up to "Beep Beep," I prefer the radio). So. I'm going to have to put that on the "What We Need For Our New House" list.
¶ 5/10/2002 12:24:00 PM
5/08/2002
Ummmm... brownie. I love working with lots of really nice Mom-Archtypes that do things like bake brownies, for no particular reason, and bring them to work for everyone. When the 4:00 I'm-totally-exhausted-and-it's-blistering-outside-and-i'm-gonna-die-if-I-don't-get-a-nap-soon syndrome hits, and someone brings you a brownie and a smile.... well, you still need a fucking nap, and it's still hot outside, but at least you had a brownie. So that's something, anyway.
Alicia will probably make fun of me, but I think I need to make a database of the current schemes. I don't know what it is, but when the two of us get to talking, we come up with these grand schemes. Some, like being on the Amazing Race, are easily done (as much as we have the power to do it). Complete application. Mail. Wait. Either we get on, or we don't (I'm thinking on, because I'm all about the positivity). Other things are more on-going. What- you want to have start a freelancing company, to pool our resources and establish credability? Sure, ok. Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme, but more of a setting-ourselves-up-for-the-future plan. Other things can justifiably be lumped into the freelance category, but more as just a viable excuse as to why we should do it. Like, "Let's write a re-cap of this season's Buffy, except it'll be what should have happened...not what did(n't- not in MY reality, anyway). Really and truly, that's for my own personal sanity.
So. There are starting to be new schemes every day. Most of them are really good ideas, though, with end results that, in some way or another, are productive. And I want to do them ALL, because its interesting and I used to have a lot of free time on my hands and wished that someone would come along who would actually do stuff with me.
But that's the problem. Because I've been stocking up on schemes for so long, now that there's someone to scheme (who also has quite a stock), there are SOOOO many schemes, you know? And then there's the Rest Of My Life, which involves working, taking the dog out, a boyfriend, dinner, and sometimes even sleeping. So like, time, you know? It isn't fair! Only one scheme at a time (one and a half, maybe) can be accomplished. So I'm thinking that I should keep track of the schemes, and their relationships, so that we don't forget them.
Or maybe we could sell them on e-bay. Auction off the ones we like the least, or don't have time for. But then, that's another one. It's a never-ending cycle. ¶ 5/08/2002 04:49:00 PM
Alicia will probably make fun of me, but I think I need to make a database of the current schemes. I don't know what it is, but when the two of us get to talking, we come up with these grand schemes. Some, like being on the Amazing Race, are easily done (as much as we have the power to do it). Complete application. Mail. Wait. Either we get on, or we don't (I'm thinking on, because I'm all about the positivity). Other things are more on-going. What- you want to have start a freelancing company, to pool our resources and establish credability? Sure, ok. Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme, but more of a setting-ourselves-up-for-the-future plan. Other things can justifiably be lumped into the freelance category, but more as just a viable excuse as to why we should do it. Like, "Let's write a re-cap of this season's Buffy, except it'll be what should have happened...not what did(n't- not in MY reality, anyway). Really and truly, that's for my own personal sanity.
So. There are starting to be new schemes every day. Most of them are really good ideas, though, with end results that, in some way or another, are productive. And I want to do them ALL, because its interesting and I used to have a lot of free time on my hands and wished that someone would come along who would actually do stuff with me.
But that's the problem. Because I've been stocking up on schemes for so long, now that there's someone to scheme (who also has quite a stock), there are SOOOO many schemes, you know? And then there's the Rest Of My Life, which involves working, taking the dog out, a boyfriend, dinner, and sometimes even sleeping. So like, time, you know? It isn't fair! Only one scheme at a time (one and a half, maybe) can be accomplished. So I'm thinking that I should keep track of the schemes, and their relationships, so that we don't forget them.
Or maybe we could sell them on e-bay. Auction off the ones we like the least, or don't have time for. But then, that's another one. It's a never-ending cycle. ¶ 5/08/2002 04:49:00 PM
5/07/2002
I just looked down and realized that my toenails are the coolest color. I wasn't paying attention when I painted them- I was at my mom's, and we were watching a movie. I pretty much randomly selected an iridescent whitish color, because it was the only thing in the massive basket of nail polish that wasn't pale pink or red.
It turned out to be a layer of sheer iridescence. Depending on the light, it has a pinkish hue, or a silvery hue, or a lavender hue. It's really cool. And far, far more interesting than finishing the program for graduation that is this Saturday.
Which I have to do. Graduation means all manner of extra stuff to do, plus me having to work on Saturday. NOT FAIR. Well, there is overtime pay involved, but still. Not fair in the sense that I have to move sometime. The clock is ticking. And there are really only two weekends left before we have to be out of Need Mo', and we haven't done diddly squat. Hopefully, that will be rectified by this evening. We shall see. ¶ 5/07/2002 09:16:00 AM
It turned out to be a layer of sheer iridescence. Depending on the light, it has a pinkish hue, or a silvery hue, or a lavender hue. It's really cool. And far, far more interesting than finishing the program for graduation that is this Saturday.
Which I have to do. Graduation means all manner of extra stuff to do, plus me having to work on Saturday. NOT FAIR. Well, there is overtime pay involved, but still. Not fair in the sense that I have to move sometime. The clock is ticking. And there are really only two weekends left before we have to be out of Need Mo', and we haven't done diddly squat. Hopefully, that will be rectified by this evening. We shall see. ¶ 5/07/2002 09:16:00 AM
5/06/2002
I've got all manner of tidbits and discoveries and joy and bitterness that I was planning to blog about. But I forgot that when you miss 7 days of work, after planning on missing only 4, especially when something huge like graduation is coming up... when you get back, you're BUSY. I mean, who'd have thought?
So there are things flopping around in my brain, and I'm trying not to think of them, because if I think about them for any substantial amount of time, I will lose interest. And no one but me will ever know.
I could do it now, but it's after 5. So. Home. Or Blog. What do you think I'm going to choose?
Damn Straight. ¶ 5/06/2002 05:08:00 PM
So there are things flopping around in my brain, and I'm trying not to think of them, because if I think about them for any substantial amount of time, I will lose interest. And no one but me will ever know.
I could do it now, but it's after 5. So. Home. Or Blog. What do you think I'm going to choose?
Damn Straight. ¶ 5/06/2002 05:08:00 PM
