It IS official. Hockey is back. I don't even like watching the draft, but I sat through Jersey's first pick just so I could get back into the groove of things. Also, a good excuse to listen for any news on the hockey boyfriend and whether he's re-signed yet, that selfish bastard. Think of Pooh, dammit! But their first pick was cute - as Thing2 likes to point out, quite gleefully, too. So I guess at least she's happy for the next few years. *sigh*
PoohBro just called. Last call from Taiwan. His flight to Hong Kong leaves in less than an hour. He's been having a rough last week there. The program has the kids send their laundry to local laundromats. And he just realized that he didn't get all his clothes back from the last city they were in a couple of days ago. This is bad for him because PoohBro's preppy and into his nice clothes. And because this is the "love boat," he did meet a cute girl from Canada. She liked his hemp necklace so much that she asked to wear it. The fact that the PoohBro let her wear it only emphasizes how much he liked her because that necklace? Is his baby. Well, apparently the girl wore it for three days and then it disappeared from her neck. She said she lost it, but the other theory is she liked it so much she decided to keep it. Because really, why would you even ask to wear some guy's necklace in the first place? And that was after the PoohBro discovered the nice girl? Wasn't quite so nice and was in fact, a bit of a slut. And when he said 'a bit,' sis-bro internal translation software read that as 'as ho of the cheapest magnitude.' BUT, he is bringing his much beloved BB gun back. *eyeroll* Such a BOY.
As far as I know, the PoohBro doesn't know the PoohDad is in HK right now. PoohDad's on the same connecting flight back and sitting in the same row, only in the other center aisle seat. He joked that he would sneak on and sit in the PoohBro's seat just to freak him out, but I don't think that'll happen. PoohDad's supaspy skills are a bit rusty. In any case, my housesitting duties are almost over, at least for the next two weeks and then my butt's back here again while the entire fam is off on their cruise. Hrmph.
Now, if you will excuse me... Boyfriend's on in a little over an hour. Wheeeeeeeeee!
Why do these things happen to me? Thing2 called to say that she talked to the cousin. Babycousin's first bday party was postponed until this Sunday due to baby getting sick. (Awwww.) But NOW, Thing2 and I are supposed to get there an hour early to help decorate. AND both Thing2 and Cousin have ganged up on me and volunteered me to be Official Party Vidder. Errrrrrrrrrr. Okay? Would it be really pathetic of me to admit that I've never used a vidcam before? Digicams and phonecams, no problem. But an actual vidcam which requires steady hands? Uhhh... maybe someone needs to be told about how I've gotten the permanent shakes due to overcaffeination and mainlining sugar water at Bux.
J called to say that big affiliate company in Miami is "hiring everyone." I've sent her my resume, and she really really really wants to help me get this job so she can pick up a finder's bonus. But... Miami? Oy.
Oh. And after hearing about certain Alias spoilers, I just want to say right now: I am sooo not watching anymore (except maybe I will, but really I won't, and yeah, I totally am) if they DO THAT. Just call me SourPoopy.
God, I crack myself up. Hmm... now I need ice cream... (I ran today, it's okay.)
Crap. It's supposed to hit 105 degrees today. Guess that means I'm packing up here and heading back to the parents' house where I can sit in blessed air-conditioned nirvana.
Also, must remember to call the airline in Taiwan to confirm the bro's seat for Saturday. I called the US number for the airline two weeks ago, but there's some ridiculous 'confirm within 72 hours of flight' rule. I had to go through some clueless girl and her supervisor last time just to get one insignificant question answered. I wanted to bitchsmack the girl for stupidity (see? the stereotype is WRONG!), and even her supervisor was infuriating. Overall the worst customer service call I've ever had, especially given the fact I had called the American number, spoke in perfectly normal English - slow and clearly enunciated, and only asked very simple questions. Even more frustrating than the Dell call I made months ago where I was fifty steps ahead of the tech who refused to let me help him skip steps in his dinky little guidebook. Anyway, when I tried to do an advanced confirmation, I was told they'd send the confirmation via telex to the Taiwan office. First, what the heck is a telex? It doesn't sound fast, because the supervisor wanted to send my question via telex to the Taiwan office, too, and wouldn't expect an answer for a few days (WTF?). Second, I don't understand this not being computer-networked thing. What's the point of having multiple headquarters if you can't keep instant touch with each other? Which leads back to my first question: what the fuck is a telex? And third, what the heck am I supposed to expect from a company that gives you the touchtone option of 'English or Chinese' at the very start of the sevice call, and after hitting 'English, English, English,' STILL answered the phone in freaking Chinese? *boggles* So, yeah... gotta call the Taiwan office direct. This requires amazing patience on everyone's part because I need to whip out my oft-neglected mother language. Ugh. Does anyone know how to say 'confirm' in Mandarin? *wibble*
The SGA Intruder recap took forever. Still contemplating whether or not to do the SG1 snark. Hmm...
Had a dentist appointment today. Doc was super worried about the heart attack red color of my face when I arrived. He thought I was dying from some kind of allergy. lmfao. Had to try explaining that I was late so I ran 8 city blocks in 90 degree heat in ten minutes. Phew. Never doing that again.
I have irrational love for the boyfriend and for the girlfriend and for any and all eyefucking between them (wanked or unwanked). Irrational squee is THE BEST!
There's a special placed reserved in hell for sisters. I'm pretty sure of this. Because my ticket says I've got a luxury condo waiting for me down there.
Thing2's been stuck in an 'evil' relationship. If the guy actually did anything or even made an effort, I'd bust him for emotional negligence. As it is, I hear nothing but complaints about how he doesn't do anything with her, says he'll do things she wants to do but inevitably never does, calls her maybe once a week max, never breaks dates with his guy friends but has no compunction doing so with her, and yet still wants her to be his girltoy. She's been thinking about breaking up with him for over a week now. So, of course, I get the whole rant, which is basically ten minutes of negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative.... And then somewhere at the very end, she manages to pull out three 'positives' -- three, not three minutes, but three. The three being he was very very nice to her when he was trying to make her his girltoy, she could possibly love him and marry him, and... he's really cute and she's scared she'll never find another boy as cute as him.
*sporks self*
But who am I to judge whether those reasons are perfectly valid? She won't listen to my 'stop being so superficial, personality counts, too' speech, and hell, I wouldn't listen to me either, except I know from experience that a guy can magically become 50 million times hotter if he gives me a personality-orgasm within 5 minutes of meeting me (and 4 of those minutes I except to be laughing my ass off, blushing like a teenybopper, and giggling like Katie Holmes after she finally earns her $8 million). But that's just me.
They've only been dating for two months. Of course, this is their second time hooking up, the first time being three years ago when he was your typical manic-depressive, drunken fratboy. So of course, he's changed, except he spends 99% of his time concentrating on his job, a little less than 1% with his male friends, and less than 1/10% actually doing anything with her. She's a bit too high maintenance, and he's practically comatose. There's an old saying that pops into my head when she starts going off on him. Something about fool me once...
Anyway, being the good girl she should be, they broke up last night (he still really really really wants to be friends, though. *spork*). And now I've been dealing with the emotional fallout.
Can I tell you the last time I hugged my sister? While she cried? I think someone died then. I almost want to buy a big tub of ice cream and stick her in the corner. ESPECIALLY since her internship is up now and because of this big event, she no longer wants to stay at her apartment because 'it's too sad there!' and is hanging out with me while we housesit... while I come back down to my apartment... while I stop off at the lab... while I... dammit, I can't even stalk my BuxBoy with her hanging around. And all the while, I hear blah blah blah, but I really like him and there's no other guys out there (which makes ME feel so much more optimistic about my own prospects, ya know) and I'm never going to find anyone and do you think there'll ever be a third time and... OMGKILLMENOW.
Yes. Express train straight to hell. I've used up my repertoire of things to say in a situation like this, because let's face it... there's a reason why I get my high off caffeine and fake boyfriends and will be alone for the rest of my life.
Disaster has struck Thing2, and it's starting to rub off on me. (Which I will not get into, but Meg, whenever you finally decide to show up online again, I will fill you in, BAH!) Needless to say, I am now with a sister appendage stuck to me, and no usual Friday Crack. *twitch* It's FRIDAY, dammit. I will learn to live without my Crack today, but nothing better mess up my SGA high tonight.
Now, if you will excuse me, I will attempt to redeem myself by feeding the sister, keeping her liquored up and fattened on premium ice cream.
Not fun: Needing to wake up at 5:30AM to drive the parents to the airport. Good god, WHY.
Dreading: Dentist appointment on Sunday, right before baby cousin's 1st birthday party. Question: Will it kill me to spend a few hours with little kids and Elmo? Answer: Everyone, even the PoohBrain, needs to quit poking the biological clock, dammit.
Boring: Housesitting until next Saturday... and then again two weeks after that.
Cruel: Being interrogated by the PoohDad over a line item on the family emergency credit card statement regarding a purchase from a 'vacation store.' I am the ONLY one NOT going on ANY vacation this summer, at least that I know of so far. Gee, way to rub it in. Pfft.
Is it wrong to lust - even just a little bit - someone I've never met and only had one 10-minute phone conversation with? Because I think I do.
The recruiter who emailed me about the California job and then conveniently left on vacation for god knows how long, called me while I was on the road, greeted me like he knew me, and then we did the 'strangers doing the pleasant joking' bit when I told him I'd call him back in a few minutes when I wasn't driving. And then when I did call back, he immediately pulled out a phone prank by pretending to be a take-out place! When I was stymied for a few seconds, speechless, he immediately assured me he was just teasing.
Dude. The BALLS on that guy. I think I kind of love him, just for that.
Nevermind when he first called and I was scatterbrained, that I thought he sounded like someone else I know. *curses on THAT guy* And even threw me by asking if I remembered him, which you know, thank god, I did not answer because I might have said something I'd regret. Erm, in a good way, s'ok. And then we had a lovely convo. He didn't mention the California job, but another job at a subdivision of a much bigger company located in North Jersey. This is a little disappointing because everyone and my unborn children want me to go to California - namely, San Diego. I did appreciate that he was very forthcoming with info on the company, and even the actual name of the company, which a lot of recruiters evade. Pfft to them. And he mentioned an estimated compensation number, and while he sounded very regretful for the number... dude, I will freaking take it, because hello. That's a nice number for a first job. Granted, it's not a job offer, but even a nibble is exciting, and excitement and glee lead to self-confidence.
Er, right?
So now he says he's going to set up an interview for me, which will probably happen in early August since it's summertime and everyone's slow right now. But damn if he didn't snark and tease me throughout the entire conversation. Maybe I give off a "yes, you may snark here" vibe when I answer the phone nowadays. Or maybe I just sounded chirpier on the phone because I was on my way to get my fix. Or maybe it's just his personality. But yeah... is it bad to sort of crush an absolute stranger like that?
(I think the better answer is that I need a life and a guy, preferably a real guy and not just the boyfriend. Meh.)
And then I was a little bouncy and saw the BuxBoy, who was as cute as ever (yes, I finally made a decision on that issue and am now sticking to it) and gave me a big ol' greeting. But the new guy made my drink, which still tastes less Crack-y because it's wasn't made with the love I've come to expect. Oh, well.
Just like we expect the sun to rise every morning... it's only a matter of time before Pooh's easy-going, laid-back, good nature is replaced by IRRITATION. And it is not my fault, dammit. People are just stupid and lack common sense.
I knew this roomie was too good to be true. I was willing to give her a pass on the tub clogging. Other than forcing me to buy two bottles of supastrength Drano, which I would eventually need anyway, it was no biggie. But this... On the hottest, most humid day of the summer, she leaves the A/C running. I would normally not have a problem with this except that she is NOT HERE. I can understand wanting to make sure her room is cool for when she gets back, BUT she leaves EARLY IN THE MORNING and doesn't come back until VERY LATE AT NIGHT. These are OLD wall-unit A/Cs that do not have an energy saver option, which means it will run and run and run and run all fucking day long. AND she doesn't pay for electricity. That would be ME. If she wanted to leave a fan on all day, she's free to. If she wanted to run an energy efficient A/C all day, she's welcome to, too. But I saw what happened last summer when the real roomie was around for awhile and used his A/C just when he WAS in the apartment and I almost had a heart attack from the bill. And this summer? Even higher electricity bills.
I'm not trying to be stingy, but I was raised to conserve energy. Things like turning off lights when I don't expect to be in the room for any long periods of time have been bitchsmacked into me to the point where it's become just plain good common sense. If the roomie were paying the electricity bill, I'd still conserve. But an ancient A/C is not a light or even a fan. It is an ELECTRICITY WHORE. And now what peeves me is she must have it turned up high because I can actually hear it today (that, and they're not making a racket outside like usual) and now I don't know what she's been doing every other day and over the weekends when I'm not here. And I'm not going to get the bill for this until after she leaves.
I cannot wait until she leaves at the end of this month.
... omg.
*rereads above*
I'm going to be ALONE for the rest of my LIFE, aren't I?
And the hellish humidity isn't expected to break until tomorrow, which doesn't help because I'll be back at the parents tomorrow night in order to drive both to the airport Thurs AM. What's the use of having AC when I won't really need it anymore? :(
Random: All sci-fi plots have been taken. All. If anyone has a semi-original plot and wants to share, I'm willing to take it off your hands. ("It's not plagarism; it a homage, dammit!" Hee.) Was IM'ed by the cool girl I am stalking in the SGA fandom, and together ended up trying to plot out a shippy, time-traveling, apocafic. Dude. *head explodes* *sticks with fluffy things* Hee.
Okay, it's too hot. Time to go see my Crak!Pimp the BuxBoy.
The Day That We DON'T Discuss officially passed hours ago. Phew.
It was a boring day, as it should be, given it's non-importance. Went out for Korean food because the PoohMom's been itching to try it out after OD'ing on Korean soap operas. Not much in the way of prezzies. She did give me some money, but that's mostly because she's MOM and does stuff like that. Of course, she also gave money to Thing2, so that cancels out the gift part. Thing1 did give me money, but only because she owed that from the PoohBro's gift. Then I was going to go by the Bux to flirt with the BuxBoy as a present to myself, but it was sweltering HOT and decided I kinda liked the free a/c the Poohrents were providing. No Boy at the Bux today, which meant I didn't even get a belated present to myself. Meh. Anyway, the only real present I got was a Sparky fic from mylittleredgirl on LJ. And that's nothing to pfft at. *hugs fic*
I'll be housesitting with Thing2 next week when the PoohMom is away on her first of two cruises this summer and the PoohDad is off to Hong Kong to scare the bejeezus out of PoohBro. We'll be alternating every one or two days at the PoohHouse and I can't wait for the a/c ever other day or so.
In fandom news... seems the uber-shippy epsnark I did for SGA went over well. Too well, methinks. Apparently, shippers are even more insane than people who hate Alias because I was asked to do epsnark for a 'ship site. Dude. You all know me and my thing with pressure, deadlines, and the lack of funny on command. OY.
and because it really did get out of hand, what with the extra in-depth analysis of THAT SCENE, I linky the Stargate Atlantis 2.01 Siege, Part 3 recap instead of posting it here with the invisitexting.
or basically, am too tired to look up invisi-color code. meh.
Damn the Thing2! She's been snarking in my face: 'I know you wanna see that guy, but ya gotta lay off the Bux.' Beyotch.
And anyway, boy was cute today, as usual (now that I've finally decided on that). But I cheated on him with a new guy. I am slowly trying to be a ho, because it seems like fun.
OMG! Talking to people with a lack of basic math skills is like banging your head up against a brick wall... while a Mack truck is ramming you from behind at 100mph, over and over again.
Just spent ten minutes arguing with Thing2 and trying to explain to her that the PoohBro's iPod, split 3-ways is $100 each. And the $100 present she got for the BabyCousin's bday, from the BOTH OF US, does NOT cancel out the money she owes me. She's going to be a freaking pharmacist, dammit. She NEEDS simple math, OMFG. GRRRRRRRRR!
And then that bitch tried to tell me she's poor and didn't want to spend the extra $50 on the regular iPod instead of the mini, and therefore should only pay $50 toward the iPod gift. What. The. FUCK.
Right now I want to beat her with a pointy stick, hang her upside-down from one big toe, and pull all her fingernails out with an eyebrow tweezer while Tom Cruise lectures her on his clam philosophy... nekkid.
The SGA ship vid from hell is finally finished. All it took was a self-imposed deadline of "before 9PM, July 15th" to get my butt in gear. If only I had the same kind of motivation to finally get out of Jersey. Sheesh. But hey, it only took me two or so months to crank this sucker out, while combatting its strange effect of brainsuckage and omgjustkillmenow on me. So I guess I still have time regarding the real life stuff. If we're comparing the two, that is.
Anyway, SGA premiere in a few hours. Shippy vid here. Erm, that's the smaller file (11.4MB). The bigger file is on the vid page. And now I'm going to get some sleep so I can look all cute and stuff when I hit up the Boy for my usual Friday Crack.
Left my flashdrive by the lab computer. Stupid drive has all my data on it. Plus, erm, some unfinished fics. OHGOD. Please no one take it or touch it or use it and read the stuff in there.
:(
May have to go snag it when traffic clears up. Sigh.
Took wallet out of bag and the check I was going to deposit later came out with it. Almost didn't see it fall out of bag. Then at DD, I forgot my drink on the counter.
Oy.
It's a sign. Older is not better. Therefore, just as a FYI, don't talk to me this weekend. I will be a crankypants mcpoopy.
You do not need to mow the lawn AND trim the hedges simultaneously at 8AM, 8:30AM, 9AM, and 9:30AM. There isn't much grass to begin with. Exactly HOW MANY passes do you need to make and can it get any LOUDER?
Ever get one of those weird psychic connections? Like thinking about something or someone out of the blue, then turning around and suddenly, it's/they're right there? This used to happen to me all the time in undergrad with some skeevy guy the best friend was convinced was stalking me (and who later told me - in an email - he decided he couldn't marry me because of religious differences... but that's a LONG sordid WTF story that we won't get into here). Say his name and all of a sudden, poof!, right there behind me. Well, today wasn't quite the same, but close enough. And this time it wasn't a skeevy guy.
Isn't that exciting?!
Erm, okay, maybe not to anyone sane.
And adding to the list of things that aren't my fault (but probably is, at least partly so, or maybe really is entirely so): If I turn into a bit of a dumpling, it's because someone not me keeps giving me the damn venti instead of the Grande!Crak. Hrmph. How do you say 'no' to Evil? YOU CAN'T, DAMMIT. I am weak-willed. *hangs head*
Mmmm, Crak!
And because I know y'all love to hear me rant about the tiny, petty things: New roomie went grocery shopping last night. Tell me why, in a half-empty fridge, she spreads out her foodstuff and places things on top of my tupperware when there is empty shelf space everywhere. *confused* Have also purchased a bottle of TehSuper!Drano. The WussyStrength!Drano from the day before only did a half-assed job. If this shit doesn't entirely unclog the tub, and strip the enamel off the tiles and rust off the pipes, I'm gonna have to suck it up and call the icky super. Bleh. I don't know what she did this weekend to clog it up that nicely, but I know it's not my hair... though I better cut it supershort just to be safe. Meh.
There is EVIL! EVIL abounds! EVERYWHERE. Or just... onewhere.
Is it bad/wrong/stupid/silly/pathetic/ohsoright to fangirl real life?
ETA: Ok, nevermind the fangirling. I can't decide if it was so blatantly obvious, it's insignificant. Or I'm being punished for the phone thing and have been put on the StalkerWatch. *eyes Meg omgyourfault!*
ETA again: As usual, I'm probably over-thinking/obsessing/interpretting. But damn, it's nice. Someone needs to come on now and dissect this thing with me.
ETA, Part @#%%$!: To J, if you're reading this: He is NOT 18, dammit. He's... not. He... can't be. He's... Oh... shut up.
ETA FINAL: (for my weekly running To Do List)
Goals for this week:
Find last subject. Collect data for last subject. Analyze all data. Rewrite Chapter 3. Finish S/W vid before season premiere on Friday. Get hair cut. Get suit skirt tailored. Run. (Have blister, can't run) Run. (See above) Run. (See above) Run. (See above) Make moo moo eyes at... umm... nevermind. (Wait! Does it count if I'm the moo'ed and not the moo'er? Eh, still crossing off anyway.)
After watching the SciFi special last night and seeing THAT SCENE for Siege, Part III, I can finally do that vid that I've been wanting to do forever. Which is so incredibly silly because I only needed THAT CLIP for the very last two lines of the damn song.
But SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!
Can't find the damn special online, which SUCKS. I miss all those wonderful sites. If anyone knows any, please let me know, kthxbai. Arrrrrrr, matey?
I have pastries and pork buns from the good bakery in Chinatown. Mmmmm.
And I can justify eating these because I walked a freaking LOT while I was downtown.
Met up with Thing1 for dinner tonight so she could give me 'this box thing' since she will be out of town next week (maybe). I don't know why she's so sweet all of a sudden, giving me a prezzie thing for absolutely NO REASON at all. Was a portable external harddrive, which she got me because she knows I use space like a mofo and she hates seeing me lug around the less portable one. It's so small and cute and fits in my palm! Weeee. For once, she gives me something that isn't stupid.
And I'm pretty sure I was supposed to open the box thing today after I got home. Surely, I wouldn't have to wait to open it since it's for absolutely NO REASON AT ALL.
I wish people would just give me a head's up, dammit. Then I can brush it off and FIX whatever's broken. YEEESH. But no. I was trying to figure out why the roomie didn't shower at 9AM - on the dot - this morning, like she does EVERY morning the past week. (This really sucks, because sometimes I want to be up around that time, but since she's the one with a job and I'm just futzing around, I'm nice enough to let her go first or shower at night.) So I wait a bit and say 'screw it' and jump in the shower.
Tub immediately fills up with water. Why? Because someone did not clean the drain trap. Fine. Whatever. I got that drain trap because the tub didn't come with one and I have long hair that tends to clog things up. I can understand someone forgetting to clean it because I've done that before. The tub is STILL filling with water even after I clean the trap. Why? Easiest answer: someone clogged the fucking thing while I was gone this weekend. It definitely wasn't ME since I wasn't here this weekend and I left it in perfect working condition. WTF. So obviously, she didn't shower because she KNEW and didn't want to deal with it. Had she just told me 'I think the tub's clogged,' I would have shrugged it off and poured the Dran-o (how's that for psychic abilities - I got that the day before I left for PA). Instead, I had to deal with the freaking CLOG while wet and soapy and all that fun jazz.
From today on, I'm jumping into the shower whenever I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT. *nods*
Oh, and warning: Anyone mention the B word to me this week or next week, and I will come over and kick your ass. Thank you.
Find last subject. Collect data for last subject. Analyze all data. Rewrite Chapter 3. Finish S/W vid before season premiere on Friday. Get hair cut. Get suit skirt tailored. Run. Run. Run. Run. Make moo moo eyes at... umm... nevermind.
Pennsy is boring. J and I went shopping for a few hours at KoP. I got a black suit but was too tired (and feet hurt) to look for shoes. I personally like my chunkier heels, but I've been told to get real heels. Grrrr. What if I wear the f-me heels? Ha.
We went looking for a movie theater afterwards. The mall we found... uhhh, yeah. They were renovating, but it made no sense at all because they stripped ALL the floors, there were holes in the wall, and yellow tape all over the place. Um, most ghetto mall EVER? Check. So we skipped that and went to find dinner instead.
Something that filled me with lots of warm reassuring fuzzies: J taking out of piece of paper with handwritten notes on what roads connected to what roads and how to get from place to place. Um, yes, wonderful. Did I mention that some areas reminded me of Children of the Corn? Especially in the dark? Well, yes, they did. *shudder*
Saw Batman Begins. Christian Bale = hot. But Katie needs to STOP. The Tumbler = EW. The action scenes were ridiculous - couldn't make out any details and were happening way too fast. Hello, extreme extreme closeups and bad lighting. No, thanks. Oh, and CB's got this weird mouth thing that makes it really hard to believe that anyone wouldn't recognize him even with the mask on. But other than that, it was a very pretty movie.
I am now all caught up on all of the internets. Two days without the net didn't kill me, YAY! What kills me most is that I missed all the Anderson Cooper hurricane reports. Dammit. *pets him* Oh, and Trix? *kicks you* You SO missed out on the wonderfulness of the Pooh this weekend. Neener.
Well... I'm off. Not sure if I'm headed to PA in the morning or now. In any case, feel free to text/call all weekend long. I'm pretty sure I'll be bored out of my freaking mind, seeing how it's PA.
Wipers on, headlights ON, you dumbfuck! Not only is it the law around here, but it's just plain courteous. I'd like to be able to see you speeding up my side, if I happen to decide to change lanes. Oh, and if you're not going to use your lights, at least use your turn signal. It's bad enough I can barely SEE you, it would be nice to have advance notice of what you're going to DO, too. Fucker.
I am definitely spoiled. Some chick made the Crack today, and it doesn't taste anything like what I'm used to. It's all... bitter and stuff. And she put way too much ice in it - I could hardly get my straw through the top. And she wasn't nice and shake it up at all, or twice, or a few extra gratuitous shakes. And no smile. Smile, dammit! I came through the rain to give you my 4 bucks. You better smile!
Meg, I didn't do it. But that's okay, because I forgot to practice.
And now, my two boards are set up and waiting for the LabGuy to come. He said 2pm, but... he said 4 last time we had an appointment and he didn't come until 6. /GRUMBLE I wait patiently and suck on the bitter Crack.
Things that might have been nice to know, had someone brought it to my attention AGES ago:
~ The 16 different channels on the data pack? Yeah, some of them MIGHT be coupled.
~ The 16 channels on the data pack? Yeah, some of them might give you DIFFERENT readings depending on which lead you put in which one and the order they're put in.
~ The 16 channels being randomly coupled? Yeah, that might explain why you had a lot of noise in all your data and one of your signals came out looking awesome today when you switched its channel, but also why the other channel now looks like crap.
~ THE 16 RANDOMLY COUPLED CHANNELS THAT DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER? Yeah. They need to DIE right now.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH. Instead of using 1-3, I switched it up to 2,4,5 but if I switch 2 and 4 with each other, it comes out crap. As it is, 2 is looking rather shady but 4... omg, 4... I am lusting after. Of course, common sense would suggest that I keep the old format so everything's the same and I can explain it away, but then, I look at signal 4 and I want to kill myself and the stupid people who made this crappy piece of shitty hardware.
HATEFUL!
And it's raining really hard outside. You know it's raining really hard when the middle lanes of a 4 lane road are much better than the side lanes, but still dangerously flooded. And wipers at their highest setting still don't cut it. AND fucktards are driving without their lights on. HATEFUL. If this keeps up, I may skip PA tonight and just go in the morning. Bleh. And after I totally rocked the packing last night, too! :(
Hmm... maybe it's not raining hard enough for me to venture out and get some Crack since I am all moody now and need it. Dire circumstances call for a little touch of exasperating Evil just to keep a person going, ya know?
Hateful. Packing is hateful. I'm supposed to go deep into the bowels of PA Saturday but now J wants me to go Friday night because she's bored (rightfully so) and has no one else to hang out with (and you thought I was bad, pfft). Staying over one night is no biggie, but add an extra night and then it requires packing. And god, I'm pretty sure everyone knows how notoriously BAD I am at packing. Not so much the sucking at it, because I can pack a month's worth of clothing into a medium-sized duffel, but because I overthink everything. What if there's a freak snowstorm during the weekend?! Ermm... yeah, okay, that's not going to happen. I have no clue what she's got planned, other than going shopping with me at KoP... hmmm, right, there's nothing to do over there anyway.
Oh, wait. It's central PA. *packs cutoffs and plans to go barefoot*
Was really bored today since the only other victim I can get my hands on isn't free until tomorrow. So decided to do a quick mini-budget for the next 12 months, under the extreme circumstance that I am - god forbid - not employed within the next two months. (Don't try this at home, 'cuz I want to die now.) And... yeah. Have concluded that 1) gas prices need to go the fuck DOWN, 2) really need a job so I can pay freaking student loans, even after consolidation, 3) the Evil needs to stop tempting me with more Evilness, 4) eating is overrated, and 5) someone needs to come here and cut up all my credit cards.
How depressing. And I'm going to buy that one supa interview suit this weekend. Bah.
The world is falling apart. Or not. Very surreal and a bit of deja vu waking up to news reports about what's happening in London. Bad flashbacks to 9/11, except the radio alarm clock woke me up just in time to hear the second crash as it happened back then and this time... I didn't even know until I read it on LJ before I turned on the TV. :(
Of course, my thoughts and prayers, etc., are with those across the Atlantic. But does it make me an incredibly horrible horrible horrible person that it took me until just now - literally, two seconds ago, after an entire morning running errands -- to remember that one of my cousins is living in London? And that I don't really care.
Hmm. Am I going straight to hell now?
What might have been my punishment without my knowing: On the highway, behind a van with about three car lengths between us. Van's tire blew out and shredded right in front of me. Couldn't swerve out of the way. Tried to slow down as much as possible without coming to a complete stop, as it was the highway. The biggest chunk flew right at me and had to drive right through the debris. Poor Sylvie. Luckily, no one got hurt in that accident and there is no tire-shaped black stripe down the front of Sylvie. But pretty damn scary to see it happen right in front of me. So now I can cross that off my list of things I don't ever need to experience again.
New roomie is nice. Not at all crazy and loud and twitch-inducing like the last girl. Keeps mostly to herself as she is addicted to her internet, too. (Ha!) Almost went out to dinner with her last night since she's not from around here and doesn't cook, but I already had food. Oh well. She's a bit of a lightweight, though. 11:30PM and she's already in bed. Pfffft. I remember the days when I'd stay up til 4AM and then wake up at 7AM for work. So all this for her 9AM internship? Not impressed, but probably explains why she doesn't have huge bags under her eyes like moi. Heh.
Fandom guilt! That is just sooooo wrong. But that's what it feels like when stats say there are too many visitors to the vidsite and I haven't touched it in forever. Frell priorities and my anal finish-one-thing-before-another ocd.
Speaking of priorities... People... get your asses to Jersey so I can hook you up and do kinky things to you. There's no one left around here for me to test and I neeeeeeeeeeeeeed twoooooooo more people. Ya'll want me to finally leave, dontcha?
This 'finding a cute but suitable' hairstyle that'll last me through interviews is peeving me. Trauma. *wibble* And I can't decide whether to just be a walk-in at a local place or spend some overpriced moolah and have it done all fancy-like. *more wibble* I liked it better when the PoohMom just cut the hair, although I still haven't forgiven her for that godawful home perm back in 5th grade. And now freaking Meg refuses to let me cut my hair. (come visit, be one of my subjects, and help me stalk the Evil, and I will forgive you, damn you, you ev0lh0r)
On happy note, planning on getting a suit this weekend when I visit J in central hicksville, PA. Trix, you around?
I spent all day smelling myself. Nothing dirty. New shampoo, plus letting my hair down to dry naturally, exacerbated by hair flying into my face every few minutes. I smell... fruity? Hmm.
Also, just tried to kill myself a few minutes ago. All due to the danger of long hair. While walking down the library steps on way back to lab. Felt something brush against the tip of my elbow. Was unnerved. Almost tripped down stairs. Stupid hair. I'm a GOOB. Shut up. This isn't the first time my own hair has scared the crap out of me. Just ask J and Gracie, although my hair is now considerably longer than it was during the Anaheim trip. Definitely definitely definitely getting the hair cut. Just need to decide on a length: below, at, or above shoulders. Bleh. Also, need to find a good place with least amount of trauma, as I am now too old for crappy cuts at Supersluts.
Also, have decided against running. It's too muggy outside, and it looks like it's going to start pouring any minute. It's not an excuse; it's THE excuse. So leave me alone.
This sucks. I only need two more subjects for data collection, dammit. Where is everyone?! I could probably start analyzing the data I have so far, but it feels so incomplete without the remaining data. *sigh* Ok, shut up, we all know I'm just procrastinating here.
And damn. It's JULY. Hmm... I'm pretty sure I can have this stuff completely analyzed in... two weeks? Yes. Two weeks. (Someone come here and smap me if I don't. I have a futon.)
Bleh. Trying to concentrate in the library isn't helping, either. Stupid new wifi. Grrr! EVIL!
Maybe I will do productive things. Like run. Or something.
I'm not sure what time the Roomie's flight is. I also have no idea if his friend is definitely staying with me this month. Guess I'll find out when I go home later...
Being spoiled costs money, too. Sigh. But it is worth it because I am CRACKHEAD! Mwahaha.
And just because it makes me pee myself: I'm gonna make sound files of Adam Levine's voice cracking "Come ON!" and "YEAH!" from the Live 8 concert and put them as Windows or IM sounds. Them's some good shit, yo.
A whole weekend without my Crack! *twitches* So cannot wait for morning.
Roomie is leaving tomorrow. Erm... today. Party, anyone?
And Jenai? Thanks bunches. Now I've got Bon Jovi playing nonstop. Grrr.
Hope everyone had a great weekend. I did, until the end, when I pulled into the apartment road to see someone had parked in my reserved space, forcing me to park poor Sylvie on the road where some asshole kids were setting off firecrackers and shit. In the morning, jackass better still be parked there so I can get the maintenance people to warning sticker the hell out of their windshield. Not as good as a towing, but knowing that they'll be forced to painfully scrape that crap off the glass does give me a tiny bit of satisfaction. please be there tomorrow... please...
Well... no AC today after all. Too bad. I could have made my fortune on nickel slots.
Instead, the PoohDad wanted us to take the PoohMom to some place she's never been before, or wherever she wanted to go. She waffled on AC and out of the blue wanted to know if there really was a "chocolate place." To which we replied: Hershey Park? Why do you suddenly want to go there? And her response was because she saw a commercial for it on TV. Uhh, for those who aren't proficient in PoohMomSpeak, that meant she saw a trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and thought that would be fun. Anyway... two hours there, two hours back, one hour surrounded by chocolatey goodness at Chocolate World.
...a running log on the PoohFamily quirks, which will eventually be collected and handed over to the man of Pooh's choosing so he may know exactly what he's getting himself into when the time comes...
1. Screw Nature. It's totally all about the Nuture. Have figured out where my indecisive waffling comes from. *GLARES at PoohDad*
PD: No parties this weekend? P: Nah, I almost went to Detroit, though. PD: Double miles? P: Yeah. PD: MILLIONS OF PEOPLE are flying this weekend. P: Yeah, so? PD: It'll be really crowded. P: Doesn't matter. I waited too late anyway. PD: You shouldn't fly ANYWHERE. P: It was too rich for my blood. Maybe next time. PD: DON'T go. P: I'm not. PD: Good.
(a minute silence)
PD: Did you check other nearby airports? P: Philly, for Southwest. I could come back, but I couldn't get there. PD: How about Allentown? P: They have an airport? I don't even know where that is. PD: You don't need to fly Continental. P: That's where all my miles are. PD: Did you check Philly for Continental? P: No. PD: It may not be double miles if you fly somewhere else first. P: ... PD: Did you check for layovers in Cleveland? P: Why would I go to Cleveland? PD: You can still check... P: Wait. Didn't you just get through telling me that EVERYONE was flying and NOT to go? PD: ...
2. Hung out with the father's side today as part of this weekend's festivities. (Yayyyy... no.) Had to field question after question about why I'm such a loser to turn down a free cruise with the parents. Spent just as much time indirectly telling them that I'm an old woman who doesn't want to go on vacation with my parents, dammit. And then the PoohDad pinched my cheek. PINCHED my CHEEKS. Dude. What am I, five? After it happened, it occurred to me out of the blue that he actually does that a lot. WTF. *pokes cheek* NOT for pinching, dammit!
1. I managed a late start because SOMEONE kept me up until 5 AM (erm, okay that someone was maybe perhaps sorta kinda me, but whatever, Meg AND Trix were making it hard to go to bed. Still lmfao @ Tom/motorcycle)
1B. Had to keep refreshing the Continental flight status page to make sure PoohBro's plane got to Tokyo and Taiwan okay. Sigh. The burdens of being an overprotective older sister. :(
2. Forgot to order the iced coffee and am now drinking it hot.
3. Spilled coffee all over my bag, but luckily not on my white shirt.
4. Lost one of the replacement black tire air hose caps and now must stick to the bright green ones that came with the new tires.
5. Forgot to make an appointment to get the oil changed.
6. Learned Roomie is leaving for two months in Turkey on Tuesday and may have a different friend subletting for most of July.
7. Am sweaty and hot and need AC omg!
And there are other things, but those are private obsess-y kind of things that should only be discussed in chat and not in public. J/K. I am a bore.
