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You're welcome for washing the blood off my face.
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Sekrit Santa Love Me Times

So I'm officially not getting time off to see my family for Christmas. I'm also working on my birthday. And every other single day between 24 November and 22 December (probably more; the schedule only goes til the 22nd).

Ugh entirely.

Someone brought the cutest Australian shepherd into meet me today. It made me feel a little better.

In hilarious lizard news, my lizards are hilarious. Pepperoni is the world's worst hunter ever. Period. He's still my favourite though.

Here's a video of Gallifrey shedding. Ignore photo-bombing Kiki and my ridiculous laughter.



She's pretty cool. She even lets me pick her up now with minimal biting.

At least I have my pets. ~sigh~
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I had my semester one practical today and it went okay! The teacher was pretty impressed with his head, but of course, I was less than pleased. I can never seem to see the good in my own work (SHOCK, RIGHT).

Photos of Today's Exam )
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FEELS GOOD, MAN.

50669 / 50000 (101.34%)
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I slept for 3 hours this morning. Before that, I'd had 2 hours of sleep in 4 days. So I'm at 5 hours in as many days.

I've had strep throat since September and there's been talk of removing my tonsils, but we're trying more antibiotics and, uhhhh. Those other ones. Steroids. Yeeeeah.

There was a big blow out fighty argument at work yesterday. I think I'm okay? We'll find out tomorrow when I go back in.

So I hate everything. Everything makes me angry or sad or upset. I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with me apart from insomnia and low iron (I had a B12 shot Friday, but I may need another one). Who knows. Another mystery.

Besides everyone at work, apparently everyone else I know kind of detests me right now. It's like the Derwid-Loeverhastel Principle, but in reverse. Sorry for what basically amounts to my entire life right now, everyone who knows me. This is Leen, in all her glory. It's probably just easier to hate me and think I'm a moody fuck. I'm down for that. I've been through it all before. It's (I'm) going to get worse before I get better.
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I've been thinking about Twitter recently. Anyone who follows me know Twitter is where my brain goes to shout maniacally about things. I have 0 coherency on Twitter. I shout about a lot of fandom stuff and dog rescue stuff and how much longer til I get to leave work.

Which is all well and good.

Except over Thanksgiving my sister gave a bunch of my RL cousins my Twitter handle and they all followed me. Now, none of them use Twitter as often as I do, so I don't think they see all of my tweets, but like...

They could potentially go find them.

Like my massive amount of tweets about gay incest and shark babies and putting my (imaginary) penis in things and drunk Batman and how much fanfiction I actually write and how much I love hairboats.

It's a lot. I really love them. Enthusiastically and unironically.

And like, tonight I was tweeting about sex pollen tarantulas.

Should I be worried that the entire internet, including my very "normal" blood relatives can see me being a dingbat?

Should I be more worried that I am this ding-batty person 24/7 and this is probably not a phase?

Or should I just be worried about these sex pollen tarantulas I've apparently willed in to existence?
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1. Think of up to 20 ships you support.
2. List them using descriptions of the characters involved rather than their names.
3. Have your f-list guess as many of the ships as they can.
4. Fandom hints will be given if asked in the comments.


1 - The jerk and the bitch.
2 - The goofy ginger sidekick and the vile blond archenemy.
3 - The money-driven, muddy hero and the psychic weapon in a skirt.
4 - The younger sister with the photographic memory and the promiscuous head of a surgery department.
5 - The one who killed the king and the one who was sent after the two daughters.
6 - The ex-insurance agent with hella personal issues and the woman without a name.
7 - The one who might be a plumber and his documentary-making co-host.
8 - The playboy with daddy issues and the news reporter with daddy issues.
9 - The tenth in a long line and the one with the stolen identity.

ngl, even if no one has any ideas, I laughed so hard thinking these up :D
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hot damn, is there marker still on my face? :\
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Happy birthday, Scorpie! My perfect zombie pie! <33

I Got This For You )
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Abso-tively the last call for artists at Poly Bang! Art preview posted this afternoon, 44 dynamite summaries waiting for your artistic attentions! Claims go live tomorrow at 6pm EST and trust me, YOU WANT to be a part of it.

I hear the mods are really awesome!

Someone wrote an 8-some! And vikings! And robots! And superheroes, and cupcakes, and doggies, and outer space tentacles, and sex pollen, and what I think is a zombie apocalypse, and some people with super cool names, and a ton of incest, and werewolves, and bondage, and hurt/comfort fic, and getting together and breaking up and pregnancies and coming to terms with who you are and who you love, and pie and demonic possession, and terrorists, and beach volleyball and mutants, and weddings and funerals and like, fifty million other amazing things!

Don't miss out! Sign up now!

(Yes, this will be my last pimping post for Poly Bang. Until posting time comes and I urge you all to read them.)
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My mother's been texting me all evening, telling me that I am genetically part cat, so I called to tell her to stop harassing me and that cats are terrible. Once she picked up, I could hear my step-dad shouting in the background at the tv, something he only does when they're watching basketball, Dancing With The Stars, or the Westminster Dog Show.

"Sorry mother," I say. "Should I call back when Dancing With The Stars is over?"

"We're just watching the news," she says. "But we're about to turn on Glee."

cut for what I'm assuming are spoilers from last night's Glee? )

I don't watch Glee, and mother knows this, but she calls approximately once a week to tell me what's been happening on Glee (except she doesn't know anyone's name or the names of the songs so it's usually a very strange phone call).

Her: You should watch Glee.
Me: Not really interested.
Her: It's just like real high school.
Me: I... doubt that. And besides, I hated high school when I was in it, why would I want to experience something that is 'just like high school'?
Her: You loved high school. High school was just like Glee for you. You can pick, you're the one in the wheelchair or the black lesbian.
Me: Mother, I'm not going to watch Glee.
Her: This is why you're part cat, always hating everything.

Then she put the dog on the phone so I could talk to him, then she hung up.

WHAT EVEN IS MY MOTHER.

things

Nov. 11th, 2011 10:03 pm
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It's my birthday in five weeks (well, 5 weeks and 2 days). Weird. It feels like I just had a birthday. I unfortunately will most likely be at work for my birthday this year, not drinking in a hot tub and eating fresh reindeer meat like last year. :|

Nanowrimo progress is plodding lately, as you can see:

16846 / 50000 (33.69%)


Weird plot twist in the Popstar AU I'm working on was very weird, but I am kind of giddy over the overall spin it's put on the plot as a whole. Much, much better. The characters just... work better now.

I will not update you all re: the robot one. It is going... Horrifyingly.

Rex, our bearded dragon, died last week. Here's a picture of him being silly, as was his custom.



Will miss his scaly orange self.

I am working all weekend, and though I would rather stay in bed until my hair has grown out past my feet, I shall head into the retail battle and attempt to make the best of it. My friends are bringing in their golden that I haven't seen since he was 7 weeks (he's like, 16 weeks now). EXCITE.
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Attention all my animal loving pals!

It's fund-raising time at the pet rescue again and this year we're selling some pretty awesome All Heart tee shirts, 2011 calendars and handmade paper greeting cards.

If you're at all interested in supporting an amazing cause that is in need of some help right now, either for yourself or for someone you know who is a big animal lover, please let me know.

If you want anything at all, I'm willing to pay for the shipping. Drop me a line here and we'll set something up.
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Love and Other Supervillains

By sunspot.
With artwork by sian1359.

Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] maskedfangirl, [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte, and Sam.



Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Hardison, Hardison/Parker, Nate/Sophie
Rating: R (adults only)
Word Count: 45,200 in 6, all new, never-before-seen issues!
Warnings: character deaths, swearing.
Author's Notes: Here, may contain spoilers for story. Written for [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang 2010.



When Cityopolis is in trouble, it calls the best hero in town: Super Duper Man. When Super Duper Man is in trouble, it's up to his super duper roommate, Hardison, and their super duper dog to help him out. But when the trouble is bigger and badder than Cityopolis has ever seen, and she's wearing a tight red dress and matching killer heels, it seems like it's going to be the end for the whole city for sure. But there shouldn't be anything to worry about. After all, no one is crazy enough to actually destroy the whole planet... Right?


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| | ISSUE 1 | ISSUE 2 | ISSUE 3 | ISSUE 4 | ISSUE 5 | ISSUE 6 | |



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Walked around with the sweetest baby ball python at work today and I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE. Did a lion cut on a little grey tabby today in grooming class and I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE.

Shaving cats = damn good time. And omfg, seriously. Snakes. How much do I love them? It's not even a real number.
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Some of my new friends from school )



Most of these pictures were taken while the power was out, and on my Blackberry, so they're all... not great pictures. Sorry dudes.
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I'm writing for [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang, which is a little odd, because out of the eight or ten big bangs I flirted with, Polly seemed the least interested in flirting back (in the form of giving me ideas). The deadline for first drafts was approaching at light speed and I still had zilch written.

Then, out of the blue, the superhero idea came to me.

It was a quiet idea, very sombre and a little unsure of itself. 'Come in, dear,' I said, welcoming it in out of the cold, thinking that with a little TLC, maybe it would be okay after all. The cold, scary outside world had left it shell-shocked.

Well. Either it was all an act to get inside my head or my TLC is extra potent and awesome, because the idea flourished.

It's not quiet or sombre now, though, it's loud and obnoxious and so, so, so... We'll call it 'Theatre of the Absurd.' My favourite character is the dog, who doesn't talk, but usually gets his point across, so that should give you an idea.

The 'poly' aspect of the poly big bang has only just begun to be hinted at (final, polished drafts are due 3 November, posting begins a week after). The main character is a side character now, a little one-dimensional now -- but I like her better like that. It's all got a weirdly comic book feel to it. I guess that wouldn't be so weird if the superhero part of the superhero story actually existed. The main character type guy is not actually super, he's just a vigilante. Also, it's mostly just a romance. Only without the romance.

So this tiny little frightened idea about superheroes that promised to be very super srs bsnss and about 12,000 words is not even finsihed and hovering just past 36,000 words. Also, it's a little crazy. And doesn't have any superheroes in it.

So my big question here is... How?

Is it my lack of planning these things out that makes this idea unrecognizable? Is it the fact that I ramble almost constantly in real life and so that's spilling over into my writing? If I'm writing and not even hating what I'm producing, I can't be doing it wrong, can I? (I guess that depends on if anyone else likes it, hmm?)

And should I be alarmed that the dog is the easiest character to write about? I shouldn't identify so strongly with the dog who has little dog ADD (I swear, they all have it), should I? Maybe that's why I'm doing well in this school program, who knows...
It's like... I know I have friends out there that are prepping for Nanowrimo in the most incredible detail. Maps and lists and desks of post it notes and writer-pipes galore.

I'm not even sure if I'll be writing anything at all for Nano yet, let alone what it might be. I mean, I switched novels three times last year. During Movember, even! What I wrote ended up being crap. My favourite scene was the one with the dead penguins. How is that something I should be able to say?

Anyways, see, this is the rambling I mean. My poly big bang does this every few paragraphs. Eep.

FYI

Oct. 24th, 2010 09:25 pm
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So we were talking about how sexy and awesome Hugh Jackman was tonight in chat. We agreed he smells like campfires, Old Spice and/or freedom.

I brought this for you.

I don't think I need to tell you. )
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[livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte might hurt me, but here I am, posting during a word battle.

1) Make a list of fifteen characters first, and keep it to yourself for the moment.

2) Ask your flist to post questions in the comments. For example: 'One, nine and fifteen are chosen by a prophecy to save the world from four. Do they succeed?', 'Under what circumstances might five and fourteen fall in love?', 'Which character on the list would you most want on your side in a zombie invasion?'

3) After your flist has asked enough questions, round them up and answer them using the fifteen characters you selected beforehand, then post them.
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Could Never Take the Place of Your Man, by Prince. I just... I don't even know.

I was singing it today in Clinical while administering oral meds to my dog Lucy. I kept telling her she had some 'splainin' to do but I don't think she got it. Then I would start singing Prince again. I think she wanted me to shut up and give her more delicious pills (instead of just loading all our dogs up with various medicines, we were pilling them with dry kibble and water for the liquid syringes). I'm going to try and bring y'all a picture of Lucy tomorrow because she's one of my favourites and she's adoooorable.

Tonight, I have a bottle of wine called 'Relax' and it's fricking delicious. Except that I may have frozen it a little and now I have to wait for it to thaw out before I can have a second glass. OH THE HUMANITY.

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