dreamcatchings: (buffy: never normal)
Looking outside is risking going snowblind as far as I'm concerned. There's all the snow and then the bright, bright sun glinting off it so that the whole world turns sparkling, glittering and just radiating white so much that it makes your eyes hurt. Even through the blinds it makes my eyes hurt to look at it. It's pretty so long as you don't have to go outside ion it. Once you set a foot outside you start to realize the deadly seriousness of it all. Snow and ice and cold, cold temperatures all combine to form a sort of alliance against warm life. I don't mind so awful much not being able to go out over the weekend, but it does get tiresome. I mean, I suppose I could go out. It's probably drivable, but I don't feel like bothering until I have to. I have food and chores to do. I have ample amounts of things to do, but I'm not doing them. It gets cold, and I tend to just stay on the couch, huddled under blankets and watching the telly with spurts of laundry or baking to break up the monotony. It doesn't help that the cold makes my hands hurt more so I tend to shy away from crochet and things of that nature, though I do have a dragon I need to finish up. I've run into a bit of a snag with the pattern where the tail is looking disproportionate to the body so I'm not sure about how it's all going to fit together.

Thankfully the upstairs neighbors have turned down Mamma Mia so I no longer have to listen to the strains of ABBA drifting through the ceiling at me.

I know, I know. Random updates. I've been verbose lately. It's likely better than when I go for long spans without saying anything at all, though, yes?
dreamcatchings: (Default)
Looking outside is risking going snowblind as far as I'm concerned. There's all the snow and then the bright, bright sun glinting off it so that the whole world turns sparkling, glittering and just radiating white so much that it makes your eyes hurt. Even through the blinds it makes my eyes hurt to look at it. It's pretty so long as you don't have to go outside ion it. Once you set a foot outside you start to realize the deadly seriousness of it all. Snow and ice and cold, cold temperatures all combine to form a sort of alliance against warm life. I don't mind so awful much not being able to go out over the weekend, but it does get tiresome. I mean, I suppose I could go out. It's probably drivable, but I don't feel like bothering until I have to. I have food and chores to do. I have ample amounts of things to do, but I'm not doing them. It gets cold, and I tend to just stay on the couch, huddled under blankets and watching the telly with spurts of laundry or baking to break up the monotony. It doesn't help that the cold makes my hands hurt more so I tend to shy away from crochet and things of that nature, though I do have a dragon I need to finish up. I've run into a bit of a snag with the pattern where the tail is looking disproportionate to the body so I'm not sure about how it's all going to fit together.

Thankfully the upstairs neighbors have turned down Mamma Mia so I no longer have to listen to the strains of ABBA drifting through the ceiling at me.

I know, I know. Random updates. I've been verbose lately. It's likely better than when I go for long spans without saying anything at all, though, yes?

Random

Feb. 5th, 2010 12:45 am
dreamcatchings: (gert: smile)
I just downloaded tons of mood themes. Look out paid journals.

In other news, I have a new schedule. Starting Sunday I work Sunday through Wednesday 11am to 10pm with Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays off. It's either going to be glorious or make me want to shoot myself in the head. We shall see.

For now it's cold, and I want to go to bed.

Random

Feb. 5th, 2010 12:45 am
dreamcatchings: (Default)
I just downloaded tons of mood themes. Look out paid journals.

In other news, I have a new schedule. Starting Sunday I work Sunday through Wednesday 11am to 10pm with Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays off. It's either going to be glorious or make me want to shoot myself in the head. We shall see.

For now it's cold, and I want to go to bed.

Random

Oct. 2nd, 2007 11:23 am
dreamcatchings: (heroes)
I'm playing with a new LJ theme and layout mostly because I can and also because I got a bit bored.

Yay! Concert is almost here. And my birthday. Can't forget that.
dreamcatchings: (cloak and dagger)
There has apparently been a resurgence of X-Men novels. The one that I am currently reading is fabulous so far. It is both well researched and well written. Granted, I'm not far into it but any book that throws in props to Alysande Stuart and the Warpies gets props from me. It's called X-Men: The Return and it's by Chris Roberson.

In the music world, if you New Found Glory, Stroke 9 or Brand New, I suggest checking out Amber Pacific's album Truth in Sincerity. It has the same sort of up-beat, psuedo-punk feel with lyrics that remind me more of NFG than the other two.
dreamcatchings: (to feel)
My hair needs cut and colored. The coloring, I can do as I'm thinking of making it all the dark brown of the under layer. I feel in the mood for dark color. As for a cut, I want more layers, something piecey. Maybe even with some slanted bangs. I haven't had bangs in ages. We'll see. We'll see.

After these last two weeks, I may just stay at the apartment all weekend and hide. I could probably manage to dye my hair, though. That could be doable.
dreamcatchings: (hips)
Watching Alexander all I can think is Alexander (Colin Farrell)/Hephaistion (Jared Leto) hott. And every time that Jonathan Rhys Meyes is on screen, Velvet Goldmine.

It was a good movie, though. Of course, I've always liked Alexander the Great.
dreamcatchings: (issues)
I don't go looking for web comics. I just don't bother. But if someone links me to one, I will read the entire thing. Everything else in my life ends until I reach the current comic and then I sort of stop. And usually don't even bother to go back to it and read the new ones unless I'm linked again.

I meant to post last night and then I got home, had some wine, put Gray's Anatomy on and proceeded to go through more of the boxes in my closet. There are now piles:


  • trash pile
  • send to Goodwill pile
  • book pile
  • boxes of CD cases pile (My god, what does one do with all of those anyway? I've got about seven boxes of them.)
  • to keep and store pile
  • taking pile



So many, many piles.

Now I'm all sore and stupid feeling. So posting today. And attempting to figure out where a box fairy lives so I can jump her and jack her boxes. Stupid box fairies. Hiding all the time.
dreamcatchings: (headtilt)
So the oatmeal box has this serving guide thing for both one and two servings along with something called the "Heart Healthy" serving. Now I used to not really eat oatmeal. Hated it. Something about the texture and the taste, but I'm okay with it now. Plus it's pretty filling, which is a good thing. I made the "Heart Healthy" service. It's pretty much beyond huge. And the package sort of suggest that it you eat this "Heart Healthy" serving for a month it'll lower your cholesterol. Well, I really don't know how a person is expect to eat between 28 and 31 bowls of this serving without like dying. It's just huge. There's no way I can even finish this bowl of it. This serving would probably last me two days.
dreamcatchings: (mask)
Must put gas in my car. I wish gas didn't cost so much. Although I am kinda glad I started driving with it being relatively high. If I had been driving when it was down to about $1 a gallon, I wouldn't be able to put up with it. But, geez, Lord, $2.92 a gallon and you're trying to tell me it's not price gouging. WTF?

Anyway, I'm gonna be working the Scottsburg Fair tomorrow from 5pm until about 10pm. Assuming I can find it. I might see if Mitch will let me hitch a ride up with him since he's going anyway. That could work. I'll call him tomorrow or something.

Gonna get gas, head home and make oven pizza and drink some wine. Then it's RP time. And Dead Like Me time because my list is kinda shortish.
dreamcatchings: (dare)
I don't want to go to work today. I want to drive to St. Louis and steal my best friend from her job and convince her to get on a plane with me to anywhere. Somewhere further away and perfect and beautiful and not this.

Sometimes I don't think the way I'm wired works for this world.

I don't believe in money, I believe in love. I don't believe in production, I believe in beauty. I don't believe in religion, I believe in the divine in all of us.

I don't believe that your job can't be something that makes you rise up singing every morning.

I don't know why we have to be something instead of just being.

I've apparently slipped into melodrama.

Hopefully, I'll climb my way out.
dreamcatchings: (snide)
Thunderstorms abound. Whee.

I, however, have long ceased turning my computer off during storms. One reason for this is because even if it's turned off lightning, being the bitch that it is, can still zap you. Even if you unplug it. I know. I work in a computer store. I've seen.

That and I'm lazy.

So if it's still storming when I get home, I'll be on. Because, well, the storms make the Dish go out while the wireless is still going strong.
dreamcatchings: (shiny)
There is nothing better than swiping your boyfriend's pajama pants to wear to laze around the house in.

Glee!
dreamcatchings: (bombshell)
Comic book characters keep edging their way into my dreams.

Which should probably bother me or indicate some kinda mental problem. But I really sort of enjoy it. Because it's better than dreaming about dead people, which happens to me far too often. Although I did have a dream about my grandfather the other night. (And here's where I talk about that dream because I'm all about stream of conscious right now. It was, like, I think he was trying to explain things to me. Which he doesn't need to. Not really. Because I already know. I know, Grandpa, I do. I promise. I'm not mad. I was never mad. I don't get mad at people who die. But in the dream, it's all so foggy I can't remember details just the feeling, which was that he couldn't do it. Without my grandmother, he just couldn't make himself stay. Not that he didn't love us, not that he didn't want to. He just couldn't because the hole was just too big. Yes, I know. I know. You don't have to tell me. I love you, too. I miss you. Of course, I miss you. And every military funereal I ever see will remind me of yours and of you, and I will likely always cry at them. But I love you. I know you love me. It's okay. It's alright.)

So that kinda oddly went where I did not expect it to go. Anyway, my dream last night was that Paige "Husk" Guthrie had this weird motorcycle (name of which was Excalibur) that Warren "Arch/Angel" Worthington III had given her. Which, hello, stupid! You do not give Paige a motorcycle. You keep Paige as far away from a motorcycle as humanly possible. This is the last girl you want to have a motorcycle.

And now I prove my point.

Paige was all over the road. All over. Reckless endangerment with a motor vehicle personified. Of course, the fact that she was, like, escaping villains doesn't matter because, still. Paige does not equal good motorcycle driver. Ever.

So she gets back to the mansion with this completely thrashed motorcycle, and the cops are looking for her because of, well, like side swiping multiple cars at high speeds and the like. And X is all mad at her for very obvious reasons because cops and a school full of mutants do not mix well.

Anyway, um, I don't remember what happened after that, but I was very, very mad at Warren for giving her the bike in the first place because duh. Jono, of course, would never have given her a motorcycle because he knows better. Jono pwns Warren any day.

Well, except for the fact that he's all post-HoM now, but we don't talk about that.
dreamcatchings: (the man)
Times like these call for the wisdom that is Clerks as illustrated for us by Dante Hicks.

"I'm not supposed to be here today!"

Preach it, brother Dante. Preach it good.

And for a little extra oomph, let's have some Empire Records wisdom for the icon.

Oh yeah.

Why, yes, I am bored and particularly useless here today. Why do you ask?
dreamcatchings: (shiny)
I soooooo need this set of shot glasses.
dreamcatchings: (content)
Went out to a lunch with Craig (boss), Matt (network admin) and Mitch (wireless installer/sales) from about 12:45pm until 4:15pm. That's right, folks, over three hours. We were having a meeting about advertising for digital phone service and our broadband services. About the only way to get my full attention for something is to take me out of the office. Otherwise, the phones or a customer or something is gonna eat up my time. So long lunch.

It was fun. We had a good time. I ate lunch for once. I have lots of notes on even more things I should be doing for work. But (and here is where [livejournal.com profile] laele75 can be proud of me) when asked if I wanted more responsibilities rather than folding and taking them like a doormat, I said no because I already have more than enough to do. Be proud of me. Usually I would have said yes and then gotten stressed out and burned out because of it.

And, please, anyone worrying about me can stop. I'm fine. I'm high strung. I have a tendency to blow things out of proportion. I get worked up, have mini-panic attacks and cry. A lot. It's okay. I usually just have to get it out and once that happens we're back to an even keel. I'm a Libra. I function on balance. When I get knocked off, it can take me a bit of struggle to get back into it. But thanks for all the love. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

Weird

Apr. 3rd, 2006 11:25 am
dreamcatchings: (crazy)
Total WTF-ery on the voice mail. Some message from Saturday (April Fool ha ha) that's, like, some kind of English/Spanish lesson with this vibrant Spanish music in the background. And it lasted for about five minutes and was pretty obviously not directed in any way, shape or form at our voice mail.

Freaky but good for a laugh.

I didn't even erase it. I might see if I can voice post it later.
dreamcatchings: (ordinary)
I am, once again, feeling slightly unwell.

Nothing like the immensely annoying buggery that was Saturday but an uncharacteristic icky feeling that makes me wish I didn't have to work today because otherwise I'd go home, crawl into my bed, drink tea and watch Six Feet Under all day.

So I'm likely to be slow and perhaps a little bit snappish.

Plus I'm tired. I shouldn't be. I fell asleep around 10:30pm and got up at 8am. That's more than enough sleep. Hell, that's likely too much damn sleep, but considering the problems I was having sleeping last week maybe it's all trying to even itself out.

I'm rambling.

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