alias: devsgirl // W // Pooh thinking: why is it always raining? reading: journal articles, FUN watching: Veronica Mars listening: pitter patter of rain lusting: boyfriend! is it July yet? quote: "'Logan, I'm gonna go home and put my head in the oven because I can't go on living knowing what a heartless bitch I am!'" ~ Logan Echolls, Veronica Mars
My GOD, the SEXNESS of those pics. And they're all fully clothed! Boyfriend got even younger looking. How is that possible?! I think it's the new clothes. Now he just needs to take them off. And Girlfriend is freaking gorgeous. Gorgeous! And she's got a new sexy red top!
Now I feel like I need a new header. *melts, puddle, goo, SQUEE*
Oh man, this squee could possibly, just maybe, keep me going for the next two months of hell.
Just a change of pace from my Anxiety Attack of DOOM... for your amusement (for my greater purpose in life is to amuse y'all):
I used to worship PoohCousinA when I was little. It was a weird, freaky kind of hero worship, so let's not dwell on it. Anyway, now she's got two teenage boys, and I still have the mental maturity of a 12 year old so, you know, totally different wavelength at this point. However, the worship stuff is just to emphasize that I trust her with my life. Anywho, PoohCousinA calls me up...
PCA: You ready for a boyfriend? Pooh: ... why? PCA: No reason, just asking. Pooh: ... Pooh: Why? PCA: I may know someone. Pooh: ... ... ... really. You got someone in mind? PCA: There may be a couple. Pooh: A couple?! PCA: So... are you ready for one? Pooh: ... PCA: Nevermind. I wouldn't want to subject him to our family anyway. Pooh: (can't decide whether to have a stroke from embarrassment or feel insulted, for surely The Wonderfulness of The Pooh ought to be enough to overcome the Crazy Psychoticness of The Family)
And then I hung up on her and headdesked a bunch of times.
Anyway, there's a list of priorities, dammit. I gotta tie up loose ends before I could even consider bringing someone else down to my level of maturity, for The Wonderfulness does indeed have drawbacks. Imagine that. Anyway, loose ends first, which will be pretty much knotted after August. Then a real real job with benefits and everything! And then find a man and have the babies. Hopefully, all before the ovaries have shriveled up and died, which the parents seem to think is happening as of this very moment. Hrmph.
Okay, so my tummy's been in Ick Mode since yesterday and will probably stay that way until the end of August or whenever I hand in my final paperwork. I've recalculated everything, and yeah... only until the end of June to finish data collection and analysis. ('I CAN DO THIS, I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS!' - repeat x infinity) And if everything goes exactly as scheduled, I'll be writing by July and finish by mid-July, and I will be desperately in need of a break that doesn't involve going home and forcing the PoohMom to make me soup and tuck me into bed.
Which means... what better place to put together my PPT defense presentation than on the long flight to... San Diego in July. Yeah? *pokes all people who need to be poked* *kicks a couple of you, too*
It's done. Handed in my degree candidacy form to the Dean's office. Now it's no sleep and supa stressed out-ness until the beginning of August, when I will defend and finally be done with all of this. I think I'm developing an ulcer, which will be a really great grad present in a few months. Now try finishing up and job hunting at the same exact time. *bangs head on wall*
Especially liked the part when the advisor was all 'it'll only take you 3 days to collect data, a couple weeks to analyze, and maybe 2 weeks to write up the results and discussion, and you can defend in mid-July.' Yeah. Had a freaking heart attack at that. So Poohster said, 'writing it up so not a problem; I'd rather write up two of them than do the data collection with my own stupid circuit which I totally faked on and pleasedeargodstillwork.' Then off my look, he agrees, 'oh, I KNOW writing is so not a problem for you, so 2 weeks to collect data, 3 to analyze, and 3 days to write it up... end of July?' And off my still horrified look, 'okay, let's just say very early August.'
*faints* But seriously, all kidding aside about negotiation fun, August is my own personal deadline, after which I will shoot myself if I don't hit it. And you are all welcome to shoot me after I'm done shooting myself. Crap, I just realized that this means I really do need to finish writing by mid-July because the committee needs like two weeks to skim over the finished product before I can actually defend. OMGI'MGONNADIE.
But first, I need a nap because last night was the worst night of sleep ever. I think and worry way too much. I should maybe find some meds to take care of that....
No, seriously, WTF. Those writers are demented, yo. Freaking Alias bastards! They couldn't have done that YEARS ago? BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN WE SPECCED IT! Dammit.
I would just like to say how wonderful it feels to be right: he's a bad guy! ROWR! *covers ears and eyes* lalalalala you can't take it back!
And can I just say... having a brief panic attack due to life stuff that will probably last through the next few months, so I REALLY didn't need that last few seconds of Alias. Having been in one of those a few months ago that seemed just that bad, I really really really didn't need the reminder. *crawls away to suffer PTSD*
1. House is LURVE. The snark! The angst! SELA! (*laffs at Meg and her Dark Side*) I want a House of my own, except without all the HoYay-y vibes.
2. Finished the V/L vid. OMG that took forever, and I'm still not entirely pleased, but ehhh, it's over. And they are just too damn cute and of the sex-ay. Is it next season yet?
3. Have officially given up on the S/W vid that's been gathering dust in Harold. It's almost halfway finished, but WTF was I thinking when I decided to do a Storm/Eye shippy vid to a FIVE-minute SLOW song without repeating clips? Yeah... it almost broke me. While I really like what I have so far, I just can't seem to finish it. *sniffle* Is it July yet?
Love. There is nothing but LOVE for this show. And maybe lots of LUST.
Am too tired to do invisitext, so I'll just leave a few (non?)spoileryish thoughts: ~ Shirtless!Tony! ~ My OTP is so HOT and SEXY and rules. And they better be back next season. ~ I hope Bill comes back next season because James Morrison should always be on my TV. *squishes my TC McQueen to mushy little badass bits* ~ Palmer is LOVE again. And I love Mike. I don't care if I keep saying he's Evil, because he is, but I still love him. ~ Just when I keep thinking Audrey is finally out of the picture, LongFace keeps finding a reason to come back. Seriously. GO. Jack's involved in a foursome with Tony, Michelle, and Chloe already, dammit. ~ Speaking of foursome: Why was there not an ORGY at the end? Those scenes just screamed for ORGY. ~ 'Be careful' = 'I LOVE YOU' ~ Sunglasses!Jack. Rowr. ~ Is it January yet?
I have car insurance! Weeeeeeeee! And it totally didn't kill me, trying to figure all that stuff out. I am a freaking dumbass when it comes to this stuff.
By the end of next week, Sylvie will be officially mine. Gah, that's scary.
The PoohBro forced me awake at 8AM today just so we could catch the first showing of Star Wars. I'm sorry, no matter how pretty Ewan is, getting up at 8AM on a Sunday is just wrong. That being said, I'm glad he yanked me out of bed because Ewan really is that pretty and totally worth it. And so badass, Yoda is. Best time for bathroom breaks: as usual, any of the Anakin/Padme scenes. I don't think it's entirely the script's fault, like ever, when these two are on screen, together or not. And yeah... I may have teared a bit when oh-so-pretty Ewan Obi-Wan did even if HC and his alleged 'acting' still irks like a big irking twitchy thing *sniffle*
There was a point where I thought I'd have to turn to the Dark Side and kick some youngling ass, too. Tell me why, out of a very empty theater at 9AM on a Sunday... the PoohBro and I picked a row pretty close to the front and ten minutes later (in a still pretty empty theater), three moms and seven little boys decided to sit right behind us (in a VERY EMPTY THEATER). OMG, they just would not shut up. And yes, some freaking kid started reading the crawling text at the beginning, too. GRRR. Thankfully, they quieted down except for a couple of spots, but even during the previews, it was looking kind of ugly.
No one should talk through previews, dammit. Especially when they finally show ones that I may actually want to see. I am dying for Mr. and Mrs. Smith (omgsopretty) and The Island (omgsoprettyexceptforScarlettwhoneedstogoawayNOW). I'm considering War of the Worlds (even though Tom makes me twitch and that little girl freaks me out) and maybe Fantastic Four (oy to Alba). But on the second viewing of the trailer for Batman Begins... the movie is stunning and Bale is pretty (even if I am resolute that Keaton is the only Batman for me), but omg Katie Holmes and her droopy eyes and droopy mouth and droopy face is going to kill me (also, Morgan Freeman should consider taking a break, seriously). My Holmes aversion ranks pretty close up there with the Peet loathing (the Tom and Alba hate are pretty low on the list compared to them), and right now, it's looking like someone's going to have to not only drag me into the theater, but pay for the ticket, popcorn and extra large Coke for me to see that before it hits basic cable.
Yeah... my brain makes absolutely no sense sometimes, but hey, it's a happier place when I listen to its logic. And now I must run and hide from Jenai, because I have just committed an act of heresy, methinks.
So I was sitting in rush hour traffic a little while ago when two firetrucks came out of nowhere. Ya know, those things are a lot more maneuverable than I thought. And then, to my chagrin, they turned onto the PoohApt street. Everyone came out. EVERYONE. Nothing like a little bit of excitement to get all the neighbors, erm, neighboring.
I couldn't get past the trucks to get to my parking lot, but was able to cut through another lot. I didn't get to see much except for a whole lot of smoke in the parking lot on the other side of my apartment building, but some guy told me a Ford Explorer blew up.
Um.
Damn.
Spontaneous combustion due to some electrical problem, we're guessing. There wasn't nearly enough smoke for it to have involved a gas tank, and the car was still parked in its space. Luckily, no ambulances around, so no one got hurt. Just imagine the owner's shock at seeing their car explode. That's gotta suck. And those Explorers aren't cheap, yo.
I taped all 2 hours of Alias tonight, thinking I'd give the season finale a good ol' snark just for old times. I mean, come on, it's a 2-hour Event, right? I might as well put forth some effort for the old old old old favorite show.
Yeaaaaaaaah...
Except the finale isn't until next week. OMG WTF EVILNESS! They almost got me to care for a whole extra 2 hours! Sneaky bastards.
Aw, hell... I might try and see if I can bring the funny still. It's been awhile, but dammit, there were some really awesome clips in there that deserve to be mocked.
My first official day of no more work, and I spent half of it in bed, feeling all sorts of icky. Blames Meg.J/K! I actually don't think I have what Meg's been passing around, although my entire head was pretty congested yesterday and this morning. No fever, though, which is a million kinds of good, because fevers are so of the yuck. And then there's the tummyache, which I always seem to get no matter what brand of sick I am. WTF?
And then I spent a few hours in the library. Go me. Can't remember anything I read, though, but still... *pats self on back*
But yeah. Still kinda tired and icky... which is the reason I'm using for what I did last night right before bed. I spoiled for Serenity, even after Trix told me not to. And... omgIwannahurtsomeonenow. Let us never speak of this ever again. Thanks.
Now I am taking a break by fidgeting over the V/L vid I started ages ago and still haven't gotten anywhere with it. Hmm... maybe I will switch back to the S/W one I started last lifetime and finish that one instead. Or maybe...
Have caught a weird and rare case of pyromania today. Perfectly safe, of course. I'm always buying candles but never actually do anything with them. Lit all the candles in the room in the middle of the day and now it smells kinda funky in here because all the different aromas mingled together. Hmm. (I won't even start on my freaky OCD where I try to get all the candles to burn evenly across the top, grrr)
There's one about ten minutes from the apartment, but it's on the other side of the campus so I only go there when I have time to kill, which is usually just on my days off. One of the guys there asked for my name to put on the cup, and immediately said he'd remember it next time and that I came in before, right? Umm... last time I came in was many days ago and I don't even remember this guy. I don't know whether to be flattered or freaked or just blame my unusual name. He even spelled it right. You don't know how many people get my name wrong, which defies any sort of logic I know of because hello, there's a famous bear with my name.
Anyway, I am armed with my white chocolate mocha and am ready to tackle all those VM vids I keep promising people. I wish everyone *glare* would stop sending songs my way because while inspired, I lack the motivation to actually make any. *pouts* I really want to do another Atlantis vid, but alas, VM first.
Awwww, sniffle. One of the fulltimers at work said he just found out I was leaving next week. He said he'd miss me because I brought a lot of cheer and laughter to the place, and that after I leave, work's not going to be quite as cheerful. This, coming from a usually grumpy old man. *scratches head* Cheerful? Me? I thought I was the cynical bitch who never cracked a smile. Hmm. Gotta work on my 'leave me the fuck alone' facade. Must be cracking.
My old boss emailed that he had something for me, and that he had to give it to me discreetly because he didn't have anything for any of the other interns leaving this/next week. (Ew, not that.) It was a really nice silver-plated pen and a book on growth/success/yaddayaddawhatever for going above and beyond my duties at work and for also having lasted way too long at the company. lmao. Oh well. It's the thought that counts. *gets ready to bleed him dry of contacts and networks*
I've noticed today, while being extra chirpy and wonderful when assuring people what a lovely and enlightening time I've spent at the company and thank you thank you thank you, that my voice gets a lot higher and softer and girlie when I'm exuding oodles of cheerfulness. You know, as opposed to my usual growl of 'what do you want?' crankiness. Scary. Let's never encourage the girlie girl again.
Leave my pens and pencils alone! Dammit. I don't enjoy showing up at work to find that the gorgeous mechanical pencil I left by my keyboard, which is clearly MY DESK and therefore NOT PUBLIC DOMAIN, is gone gone gone. And the only reason no one took my one last pen was because it had rolled under the edge of the keyboard. Normally I would just fume and rant and then suck it up because it was left out in the open and everyone here is a freaking klepto, but this isn't the first time it's happened, and they always always always take the nice ones even when I leave the obvious 'please take THIS one' pens lying around. And these freaking bastards have even gone into my drawer to grab pens, which explains why I started with five pens and now only have one. ONE!
Dammit. I'm possessive about my good office supplies.
OMG. Do they send little kids (or mental equivalent) to hell? First there was the nekkid ass screencap of the boyfriend floating around. Now there's the 'stiffie' pic/icon. I swear, I'm seriously all of 5. Maybe 5 and a half. Barely.
~ President Logan is a freaking dumbass. That's a big fat D'OH! ~ Palmer is hot. How I've missed him this season. His scenes so far make up for the boredom of S3 and his stupid brother. ~ Mike is still EVIL. I stand by my claim from season... erm... whatever, long ago. I will be proven right... someday. ~ Aaron! My favorite Secret Service agent! Yay! ~ Chloe and Jack... sitting in a tree... ~ "I hope I'm not a psychopath." OMG. LOVE Chloe. This is exactly why she and Jack need to realize and give into their Twu Wuv. Soon. ~ My people! Representing! Woohoo! We're gonna take over the world, dammit. ~ Is Audrey finally leaving? Thank you. ~ "Paul? Paul, what is it?" ...as his EKG goes all funky. Dude? These doctors take their sweetass time, don't they? Audrey had a phone convo, got to say a slow goodbye, and then ask Paul what was wrong a couple of times before these docs got their ass in gear. Thank god Jack is invincible and never needs medical care or else he'd be screwed. ~ Michelle is the luckiest woman ever. Buchanan... Tony... Jack... all fighting over her... *jealous* ~ Noooo! Not Paul! Oh well, I guess this got rid of Audrey just as effectively, if not better, than just letting her leave with Paul. ~ Mmmm... Jack!Angst. OMG. Jack!Angst! *dies happy*
Next week: ~ War is FUN! ~ Jack: "Tell me what you want me to do." (or close enough) Dude! ALL the hot mens are asking this question! (see: VM and Logan) Rowr!
The apartment is getting a cleaning in preparation for Meg's arrival next Monday. I don't have much time this week or over the weekend with Mother's Day stuff happening. Today also happens to be the day my allergies decide to show up in all its full annoying glory. So of course, all the dust and cleaning is so not helping the PoohNose. I haven't stopped blowing it since I started, and dear god, I'm almost - ALMOST - halfway finished. It's killing me.
When I grow up and have money, the first thing I'm getting (after my cable hookup) is a maid. Until then, I'll continue to wait for my weird, though very rare, cleaning moods. God knows even with my occasional bouts of enthusiastic cleaning, I suck at it. Hence, the future housekeeper. So for those of you who live for domestic things like this, is it better to vacuum before, after, or during? (Please don't say 'during' because we all know how lazy I am.) Or maybe just wear a mask until I finish?
*smaps nose*
Sheesh. I didn't realize I had so many books. Does anyone want any of my trashy paperbacks? The one upside so far to cleaning: finding an unopened boyfriend DVD in the back of the closet. How the heck did it get there, dammit.
To do later/tomorrow: ~ Reorganize the shelves and media collection ~ Clean the desk ~ Figure out how to organize all the books ~ Floors ~ Bathroom (maybe Sunday instead) ~ Kitchen (maybe, who cares, pretty sure Meg doesn't)
Trix, anything I should bring for the finale party?
An auto parts truck with this... thing... jutting out from the middle of the roof. It was about a foot high and wide, sort of tubular and roundish. From the back, I'd hazard a guess that it was supposed to be a cap or something. But it had the unfortunate luck to be peach-colored with a black nub on the very top, making it look like a sad little penis. Of course, I had to try to get in front of the guy just to see what it was really supposed to be. And yes, I was correct. It was a large baseball cap -- a peach-colored cap with a tiny blue brim. Oy. People really should think these things through before they put it on the company truck, ya know?
Steph, I sent out your gigantic media package today. It should get there in... 7 days? Stupid international shipping thingamabobs/whine.
Hell has officially begun. I've been suffering through mini explosive sneeze-athons all day. It is NOT FUN. I hate feeling like I have to blow my nose right after I've just blown it. Stupid allergies.
The things I have to endure just to pick up the important weekly mail and to get a free homemade Sunday dinner: help the PoohMom with her grocery shopping (also good for adding own groceries into the cart and having the parents pay for them -- what? I'm a cheap bitch, get over it).
But first...
The Weekly PoohMom Moment: I caught her while she was watching some cooking show on the Food Network. The lady was making a simplified version of a Chinese meal. These always make me cringe because the shortcuts they often use make my stomach spasm in a not so good way. So while at the supermarket, PoohMom started asking about the ingredients the lady was using for one of the dishes and what prepackaged seasoning she put in it because the PoohMom wanted to try it out. Umm... Mom? Why are you following some skinny white chick's recipe when you KNOW how to make beef stirfry? WTF. Hell, even I know how to make that from scratch and it's the easiest thing ever. Prepackaged seasonings, my ass. All this even after the PoohMom snarked on the lady's obvious inability to cut meat properly. Oy.
Then...
The Weekly PoohDad Moment: PoohDad drove so I could help the PoohMom with the bags and stuff. You'd think they wouldn't need so much food after all the girls pretty much moved out of the house, but apparently the PoohBro eats like a 5 grown men (and he's still the skinnest kid alive). I only added milk and bread to the pile, okay, I'm not THAT big of a cheap bitch. The guy parked in the spot in front of us got there first and then just sat in his car for five minutes, waiting for us to put our bags in the trunk. Jackass was waiting for us to leave so he could just drive forward instead of needing to reverse out of his spot. Of course, now that the PoohDad is old and has nothing better to do with his life (so he says), he didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction. So after the PoohMom took a minute to move the cart and got in the car (about seven minutes and counting of this guy waiting for us, dumbass), the PoohDad started stalling and messing around in the car, which made the PoohMom all suspicious because she had no idea what was going on. Finally, when she figured it out, PoohDad got yelled at because it was too ridiculous, and thus ended the stalemate. I was sitting in the back and immediately knew what was going on, and because I am my father's daughter, highly approved of outwaiting that jackass. If the PoohDad had given me any indication that he was in it for the long haul (before the PoohMom put her foot down), I would have gladly gotten out of the car and made a coffee run at the Dunkin Donuts next door. Hell, I had nothing else to do today. And it's NOT petty, dammit. This is surburbia. THIS is what we do for fun.
