We might actually get the oven today! I will be happy to get the last one out of its' residence of the Middle of the Kitchen Floor! (Scott did not notice this for the first like...week it was there, and he'd definitely been at my house multiple times. In the kitchen, even!) Maybe I can bake things again in celebration! Mom has made brownie mix twice now and can't even pretend she was going to bake some of it.
Chris updated me with Linux on a fancy computer...but this version of Linux hates me and particularly is at odds with my monitor, which makes navigating difficult, to say the least. It's hard enough to try to log in when you get one blink of screen every forty seconds or so, but harder when you unminimize a window and for some reason it makes you log in again (with the blinking) and brings you back with windows from two days ago instead of two minutes ago. Hopefully a different version won't be so buggy. If not then Linux isn't impressing me much.
Also, really ugly IM application. I miss you, Trillian. ;_; When will you make a Linux version?
Dad is so funny. He's re...novating the garage (I guess, he says I'll be able to park in there at some point but I don't think I believe him) and a couple weeks ago he apparently shot himself in the thumb with the nail gun. He came inside and asked me if the dogs had been fed yet. I said no (because it was like 5:20 and their dinner is supposed to be at 6 but dad never follows that anymore,) so he fed them and went back outside. Apparently he drove himself to the emergency room. Why didn't he ask me? Did he really think I'd say "naaaaaw, you can drive yourself to the emergency room, sucka!?" Was he too embarrassed to admit he shot himself in the thumb? I didn't even know about it until the next day when mom told me (all gossipy-like) what he'd done. He still didn't mention it until I deliberately asked him how his thumb was. Looking at his fingers last week, it looks like he bruised his middle finger too. (He says he doesn't remember how that happened.)
Reminder to self: you wanted to watch Being Human, remember? Hope it doesn't suck, apparently Syfy picked it up which usually isn't promising. =p
Dessa got me a subscription to Entertainment Weekly. I disagree with their movie reviews. For instance, Tron deserved less than a B, and the King's Speech was definitely better than Harry Potter. There was some something about the Green Hornet movie (...eh) some people complained about 3D and low moviegoing in 2010, and something about Beiber dating/making out/"getting frisky" with Selena somebody...
(EDIT: How is it I mention watching the King's Speech to mom and get caught in a conversation about the last three generations of royals? Why does she follow the royal family anyway???)
There had to have been more in that magazine than that. Maybe I'll use it as wrapping paper for Dessa's birthday present. =D
DESSA WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!?
Tune in next time for fashion do's and don'ts at Macy's.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Xbox Jive
So Chris keeps complaining about old monitors and the refresh rate. Apparently, anything below, like, a billion Hz gives him wacky jive-talkin trippy nightmares or something. I don't see it unless I'm really concentrating on it like those annoying magic eye posters that I could never quite get the hang of and wasn't sure if it was three dolphins or a top hat and a dinosaur. Sometimes I think I was just making it up in my head (unlike normal people who imagine it but at least come up with a consistent answer.)
I no longer know where I was going with that since the parents distracted me with a bunch of "will you set up the new Xbox? (cleverly phrased as a question, see?)" and "Can I watch Netflix on the new Xbox?" and "Where's my saved game?" "What do you mean I have to select memory unit instead of the hard drive?" and, my favorite, "Why isn't anything showing up on the screen?" Well, dad, that would be because you didn't plug it in. It's okay, I'm sure you'll figure it out someday. I assume it's working now because dad has begun his customary cursing at the game for being too hard or the controls for being inoperable or something-ruther. This does not, however, tell me what game he's playing as he says this for every game that has ever been made.
Funny story, since there were just three of us playing Left 4 Dead one day, we asked dad if he wanted to play with us (since he'd been having a hard time doing it on his own earlier that day.) He said no because he "didn't want to have to follow other people." I guess he likes being the leader of the pack and doesn't want to be inconvenienced by picking up incapacitated teammates. After all, that's what the AI's are for, right?
At first I disagreed with getting another Xbox (because I get it when I leave, apparently, and I'd rather have an extra PS3, hehe,) because I figured there'd be money arguments again. Apparently the worth of being able to play separately (co-op gameplay? what?) is far greater than any monetary inconvenience caused by getting another Xbox and all its associated peripherals. I'll be sure to bring this up at the weekly/daily money fight. But hey, I probably won't actually be able to take it with me when I leave because they'll be too used to not fighting over the video games/t.v. time. In that case I'll get a slim since I'll kinda have to have a job by the time I move out anyway or it defeats the purpose.
It seems it's time for me to go be extraordinarily nerdy so I'll leave you with a random segue to best video ever?
(Wham, bam, I'm done with a post for this month. Commence not-feeling-guilty subroutine!)
I no longer know where I was going with that since the parents distracted me with a bunch of "will you set up the new Xbox? (cleverly phrased as a question, see?)" and "Can I watch Netflix on the new Xbox?" and "Where's my saved game?" "What do you mean I have to select memory unit instead of the hard drive?" and, my favorite, "Why isn't anything showing up on the screen?" Well, dad, that would be because you didn't plug it in. It's okay, I'm sure you'll figure it out someday. I assume it's working now because dad has begun his customary cursing at the game for being too hard or the controls for being inoperable or something-ruther. This does not, however, tell me what game he's playing as he says this for every game that has ever been made.
Funny story, since there were just three of us playing Left 4 Dead one day, we asked dad if he wanted to play with us (since he'd been having a hard time doing it on his own earlier that day.) He said no because he "didn't want to have to follow other people." I guess he likes being the leader of the pack and doesn't want to be inconvenienced by picking up incapacitated teammates. After all, that's what the AI's are for, right?
At first I disagreed with getting another Xbox (because I get it when I leave, apparently, and I'd rather have an extra PS3, hehe,) because I figured there'd be money arguments again. Apparently the worth of being able to play separately (co-op gameplay? what?) is far greater than any monetary inconvenience caused by getting another Xbox and all its associated peripherals. I'll be sure to bring this up at the weekly/daily money fight. But hey, I probably won't actually be able to take it with me when I leave because they'll be too used to not fighting over the video games/t.v. time. In that case I'll get a slim since I'll kinda have to have a job by the time I move out anyway or it defeats the purpose.
It seems it's time for me to go be extraordinarily nerdy so I'll leave you with a random segue to best video ever?
(Wham, bam, I'm done with a post for this month. Commence not-feeling-guilty subroutine!)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Too Lazy to Title!
Today, dad asked me if I was okay. He said I look really tired.
I figure I must really look like crap if dad's noticing.
Someday I'll figure out how to sleep again instead of flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.
People also keep asking me if I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. My thoughts are: I don't have a job or school so it's not like I get the day off; any food beyond turkey, stuffing, and instant potatoes I'm going to have to make myself; everyone else will be spending the day with their families so it's not like I can hang out with anyone, really (which will probably prompt a lot of "you can come celebrate Thanksgiving at our house!" which I won't because it makes me feel like an interloper even if I was technically invited.)
The kitchen renovations are coming along fine, I suppose. The new counters are in and I'm hoping I can at least keep the bar area clear, but I'm not too optimistic about it. Dad, after about six hours of cursing at non-standard plumbing fittings, decided to have an actual plumber put our sink back together. I miss the kitchen sink so bad, didn't really realize how often I use it. So come on, plumber, I want my sink back!
She-ra's started a disturbing new habit of trying to eat my pants while I'm still in them. I can't decide if this is better or worse than her trying to eat my ankle. Maybe she thinks this is an acceptable compromise. The vet is heckling me to bring her in for her six month checkup.
This only forces me to realize that I take my dog to the vet far more often than I visit the doctor. I wish I knew where my vaccine record was...
I figure I must really look like crap if dad's noticing.
Someday I'll figure out how to sleep again instead of flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.
People also keep asking me if I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. My thoughts are: I don't have a job or school so it's not like I get the day off; any food beyond turkey, stuffing, and instant potatoes I'm going to have to make myself; everyone else will be spending the day with their families so it's not like I can hang out with anyone, really (which will probably prompt a lot of "you can come celebrate Thanksgiving at our house!" which I won't because it makes me feel like an interloper even if I was technically invited.)
The kitchen renovations are coming along fine, I suppose. The new counters are in and I'm hoping I can at least keep the bar area clear, but I'm not too optimistic about it. Dad, after about six hours of cursing at non-standard plumbing fittings, decided to have an actual plumber put our sink back together. I miss the kitchen sink so bad, didn't really realize how often I use it. So come on, plumber, I want my sink back!
She-ra's started a disturbing new habit of trying to eat my pants while I'm still in them. I can't decide if this is better or worse than her trying to eat my ankle. Maybe she thinks this is an acceptable compromise. The vet is heckling me to bring her in for her six month checkup.
This only forces me to realize that I take my dog to the vet far more often than I visit the doctor. I wish I knew where my vaccine record was...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Macaroni
So, Connecticut, though it's pretty, is a state that annoys me to no end. The roads suck, the drivers suck worse, and my body seems to think that it can't survive without at least 90% humidity.
Everything is expensive (and the state makes me feel a little claustrophobic (yeah, the whole state)) and the roads are screwy. Not as bad as New York, but still gratuitously obnoxious. It's like the civic engineers tried to make it as complicated as possible to get from point A to point B and a half (because, let's face it, you're never actually going to get to point B, you'll just circle it desperately for half an hour before giving up and walking half a mile.)
Also, it should not take 45 minutes to travel 16 miles. This is very wrong, Connecticut...ians...?
My sister bought a shamefully large house (but I am pleased that the house across the street is much cuter, and I bring this to my sisters' attention quite frequently.)
The dogs are even more neurotic and, in Alfie's case, senile, than the last time I visited. Alfie spontaneously runs laps up and down the stairs. He walked through the paint can lid (that Dessa left...on the floor? For some reason?) and left tiny green pawprints all over the painting tarp yesterday. He also kicked over his food dish today because he felt walking through it was more expedient than walking around it (I mean, he's right, but he still made a mess.)
Sleeping on an air mattress sucks. My back hurts all the time now. My mother snores intermittently and I have to flip around to make her stop (probably by waking her up but it is my little vengeance.) I know I've been waking up a lot because I remember three or four dreams a night now as opposed to the one or two I usually remember.
Diedre dragged me to the state fair in one of them (I apparently had something better to do?) and I lost my pen in a ninja-bull's manure (the manure was unfortunately not graced with any ninja aspects.) The bull was hiding under a pile of hay, though.
I think I was supposed to buy something there too, but I'm not sure anymore cause I think that was actually the night before last.
Dessa and Nathan eat poorly. We bought too much at the grocery store in abject fear of the emptiness/junk food repository of the kitchen.
Did I mention there's no snow and I am disappointed? This probably means that Nature is saving it all up for a shitstorm of snow the day I try to fly out of here just to jack everything up.
._.
Everything is expensive (and the state makes me feel a little claustrophobic (yeah, the whole state)) and the roads are screwy. Not as bad as New York, but still gratuitously obnoxious. It's like the civic engineers tried to make it as complicated as possible to get from point A to point B and a half (because, let's face it, you're never actually going to get to point B, you'll just circle it desperately for half an hour before giving up and walking half a mile.)
Also, it should not take 45 minutes to travel 16 miles. This is very wrong, Connecticut...ians...?
My sister bought a shamefully large house (but I am pleased that the house across the street is much cuter, and I bring this to my sisters' attention quite frequently.)
The dogs are even more neurotic and, in Alfie's case, senile, than the last time I visited. Alfie spontaneously runs laps up and down the stairs. He walked through the paint can lid (that Dessa left...on the floor? For some reason?) and left tiny green pawprints all over the painting tarp yesterday. He also kicked over his food dish today because he felt walking through it was more expedient than walking around it (I mean, he's right, but he still made a mess.)
Sleeping on an air mattress sucks. My back hurts all the time now. My mother snores intermittently and I have to flip around to make her stop (probably by waking her up but it is my little vengeance.) I know I've been waking up a lot because I remember three or four dreams a night now as opposed to the one or two I usually remember.
Diedre dragged me to the state fair in one of them (I apparently had something better to do?) and I lost my pen in a ninja-bull's manure (the manure was unfortunately not graced with any ninja aspects.) The bull was hiding under a pile of hay, though.
I think I was supposed to buy something there too, but I'm not sure anymore cause I think that was actually the night before last.
Dessa and Nathan eat poorly. We bought too much at the grocery store in abject fear of the emptiness/junk food repository of the kitchen.
Did I mention there's no snow and I am disappointed? This probably means that Nature is saving it all up for a shitstorm of snow the day I try to fly out of here just to jack everything up.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
This is Halloween
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I'm not sure if it's because I get to dress up as weird things without anyone thinking I'm crazy (a definite factor,) the free candy, the weather, the parties, or that Halloween is probably the holiday with the least emotional baggage.
Unfortunately, talking about Halloween reminds me that Chris dumped me on Halloween for some reason that I'm still (and probably will forever be) unclear on (preposition, no!) This may take away Halloween's privilege of being emotional-baggage-less.
(Is it bad that I spend so much effort trying not to cry about things like that (like...during the breakup even?) Sometimes I think I'm a tomboy even emotionally...)
Yeah.
Anyway. Halloween.
(I'm really itchy and fervently hoping that I didn't get bedbugs from Scott's house. The pattern doesn't seem like bedbugs, maybe I'll be lucky for once.)
HALLOWEEN IS FUN.
I like seeing people dress up and play (non-injuring) tricks on others. Just what's up with all the skanky versions of everything now? There's even a skanky BigBird and Cookie Monster. There's something seriously wrong with both those designers and the people who wear the costumes.
This is why I tend to just make my own, because I don't want to wear a skirt that MIGHT cover my butt.
For the ladies, it's that or be a witch/vampire for the jillionth time in a row.
Unfortunately, talking about Halloween reminds me that Chris dumped me on Halloween for some reason that I'm still (and probably will forever be) unclear on (preposition, no!) This may take away Halloween's privilege of being emotional-baggage-less.
(Is it bad that I spend so much effort trying not to cry about things like that (like...during the breakup even?) Sometimes I think I'm a tomboy even emotionally...)
Yeah.
Anyway. Halloween.
(I'm really itchy and fervently hoping that I didn't get bedbugs from Scott's house. The pattern doesn't seem like bedbugs, maybe I'll be lucky for once.)
HALLOWEEN IS FUN.
I like seeing people dress up and play (non-injuring) tricks on others. Just what's up with all the skanky versions of everything now? There's even a skanky BigBird and Cookie Monster. There's something seriously wrong with both those designers and the people who wear the costumes.
This is why I tend to just make my own, because I don't want to wear a skirt that MIGHT cover my butt.
For the ladies, it's that or be a witch/vampire for the jillionth time in a row.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Unemployment always sucks, but moreso if you knew your job was disappearing and you've been looking since June and haven't gotten anything yet except the one person who was definitely going to hire you but you couldn't because they needed someone the next day and you still had school two hours away.
So anyway, lately I've just been like "Blaaaaagh I can't do anything right and nothing's going my way and certainly nothing's turning up Gemini and I'm still stuck living with my parents which is okay but makes me feel like a total loser and now I don't even have a job and I'm still living with my parents which makes me like a superultra loser and I'm not even sure at this point that a redo would help but I can pretend like it would and I've been soooooo tiiiiiiired lately and I'm not sure if there's something wrong with me or I'm just that depressed/stressed/apathetic ahglhwkgjhdfhj."
Also I hate going to fill out applications because I've been getting a lot of no and that's hard to face that many times.
I have now been sick for longer/more times since I graduated than I have in the last two years and that just isn't right.
Parents are ridiculous as usual. Remodeling the kitchen is both more personally fulfilling and more frustrating than studying. At least I can see my progress, but the parents argue so much about what should go in the kitchen, whether or not to buy appliances even though the old appliances still work just fine, and today, buying a fridge that's too big because nobody bothered to measure the damned thing. Also, the things I can do have been put on hold because of my sister's moving (so we have to clear out her storage space and drive her shit up to CT, which means she and her husband owe us a hell of a huge favor *again*) so instead of being able to just finish a project I'm slammed with HOW MUCH STUFF I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET.
Anyway, the tl;dr of it all is that I'm frustrated, emotional, and running out of time.
10/25 I wanted to leave previous post up longer, but I also don't. My post-box is all confused cause technically most of this post was written before the previous (obviously the previous trumps this one, though) and today I feel like updating, though now I'm second-guessing it again so I guess I'll wait.
55% of my views are from Internet Explorer. I can't accurately state how disgusting that is. Get a better browser, people!
10/27
My old job wants me back but I don't know if I want to bother with them. I may or may not need the money, but it's not what I need in job experience, and frankly, I'm tired of the random shit they pull. (Also killing things.)
So anyway, lately I've just been like "Blaaaaagh I can't do anything right and nothing's going my way and certainly nothing's turning up Gemini and I'm still stuck living with my parents which is okay but makes me feel like a total loser and now I don't even have a job and I'm still living with my parents which makes me like a superultra loser and I'm not even sure at this point that a redo would help but I can pretend like it would and I've been soooooo tiiiiiiired lately and I'm not sure if there's something wrong with me or I'm just that depressed/stressed/apathetic ahglhwkgjhdfhj."
Also I hate going to fill out applications because I've been getting a lot of no and that's hard to face that many times.
I have now been sick for longer/more times since I graduated than I have in the last two years and that just isn't right.
Parents are ridiculous as usual. Remodeling the kitchen is both more personally fulfilling and more frustrating than studying. At least I can see my progress, but the parents argue so much about what should go in the kitchen, whether or not to buy appliances even though the old appliances still work just fine, and today, buying a fridge that's too big because nobody bothered to measure the damned thing. Also, the things I can do have been put on hold because of my sister's moving (so we have to clear out her storage space and drive her shit up to CT, which means she and her husband owe us a hell of a huge favor *again*) so instead of being able to just finish a project I'm slammed with HOW MUCH STUFF I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET.
Anyway, the tl;dr of it all is that I'm frustrated, emotional, and running out of time.
10/25 I wanted to leave previous post up longer, but I also don't. My post-box is all confused cause technically most of this post was written before the previous (obviously the previous trumps this one, though) and today I feel like updating, though now I'm second-guessing it again so I guess I'll wait.
55% of my views are from Internet Explorer. I can't accurately state how disgusting that is. Get a better browser, people!
10/27
My old job wants me back but I don't know if I want to bother with them. I may or may not need the money, but it's not what I need in job experience, and frankly, I'm tired of the random shit they pull. (Also killing things.)
Sunday, October 24, 2010
In Memoriam
There are times when I feel like I should blog about something, and there are times when I want to talk to myself (and I sometimes blog to do that) but think that I shouldn't blog about it yet.
In fact, it's probably definitely too early to blog about this, but my typing is much faster and more legible than my writing (and much less prone to tear stains and edits.)
My friends' youngest brother suddenly passed away October 16th (yesterday at the time of this writing.)
I feel completely inadequate in the consolation of the surviving members of the family, especially the other sons who are trying so hard to be strong. Of course, you never think that something like this could happen to you, or someone you know, especially when they're so young. Sure, he was sick, but not that sick, right?
I put so much hope and prayer into David growing out of his seizures, or at least that they'd be able to control them by medication, that I never even considered that he might not survive (that doesn't happen to good people, right?)
I wish that David could have had a long and happy life, but I have accepted that there is nothing that I can do or could have done to change that.
I take my peace from that I made the right choice, that I got to have fun with him before he died, and that he was not in pain, and certainly is not now.
God grant us the courage to continue on without him, celebrate his life, and honor his memory, and grant us the serenity to accept what we cannot change.
Post-edit 10/25: I'm also grateful that I was allowed to help bury him. Unfortunately (maybe not that unfortunate,) it was closed casket so I kinda still feel like when I go over to the house he's just in his room or at school or something. I wonder how long it will take to ...not think that anymore.
I hope I didn't make Scott cry.
In fact, it's probably definitely too early to blog about this, but my typing is much faster and more legible than my writing (and much less prone to tear stains and edits.)
My friends' youngest brother suddenly passed away October 16th (yesterday at the time of this writing.)
I feel completely inadequate in the consolation of the surviving members of the family, especially the other sons who are trying so hard to be strong. Of course, you never think that something like this could happen to you, or someone you know, especially when they're so young. Sure, he was sick, but not that sick, right?
I put so much hope and prayer into David growing out of his seizures, or at least that they'd be able to control them by medication, that I never even considered that he might not survive (that doesn't happen to good people, right?)
I wish that David could have had a long and happy life, but I have accepted that there is nothing that I can do or could have done to change that.
I take my peace from that I made the right choice, that I got to have fun with him before he died, and that he was not in pain, and certainly is not now.
God grant us the courage to continue on without him, celebrate his life, and honor his memory, and grant us the serenity to accept what we cannot change.
Post-edit 10/25: I'm also grateful that I was allowed to help bury him. Unfortunately (maybe not that unfortunate,) it was closed casket so I kinda still feel like when I go over to the house he's just in his room or at school or something. I wonder how long it will take to ...not think that anymore.
I hope I didn't make Scott cry.
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