unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (girl with cards)
So. My life is a swirling vortex of suck right now.

No. I mean. It could be worse and I'm probably just whiny? But also, it sucks.

My hip hurts. A lot. All the time.

My grandfather, one of my favourite people of all time ever anywhere, has been in the hospital with a broken hip since 6th June. He was ~officially~ released from the rehab place on 29th August (long story, but he was going to stay an extra 2 weeks or so until we finished upgrading his apartment so he could stay there with grandma without too much difficulty). Except then on the evening of the 29th (incidentally, my grandmother's 80th birthday), he had what we thought at the time was a major stroke.

Rushed to hospital from rehab centre, my grandmother, mother, step-father, aunt and one cousin were there when mother sent her bff to come pick me up from my work mid-shift to go to emergency room to be there when grandpa died. Because that's what we were pretty sure was about to happen.

We said our goodbyes, he said his -- two words at a time in barely a whisper -- and then the night nurse was a vicious dillhole fuckface assclown pissbutt and kicked us out. Yeah, so. We don't like that nurse. At all. Grandpa was not stable, we had absolutely no guarantees he would make it til morning (and the doctors were pretty sure he wouldn't), he (grandpa) was begging us not to leave him, and he (nurse) made us all leave. :|

Well, grandpa didn't die overnight, the doctors reordered the MRI in the morning that they had ordered, then figured, 'actually no he probably won't live that long' and then cancelled the night before, and lo and behold, it wasn't a stroke.

We have no idea what it was. No one does.

Grandpa is stable, but in borderline poor/grave condition, STILL does not have a bed 116 hours after being admitted, and is still on a stretcher in the ER.

Which, you know, would make for a terrible fucking weekend for everyone involved, especially grandpa.

EXCEPT.

Remember how it was my grandmother's 80th birthday? Yeah, we planned a huge party. Family from all the fuck over coming in. Once we figured out we'd have a little lead time to prepare and get to the ER if grandpa did decide to die on us, he demanded that we have the party anyway.

Since we're the ones who live in town, my mother kind of spearheaded the event on Sunday. And the event on Saturday. And the second event on Saturday. And and and and.

I have not stopped moving since I went to work on Thursday. There are people everywhere. Talking. Loudly. Because that's what my family does. Everyone's leaving today, so people stopping by since 6am to say bye.

Uncle and cousin who were staying here (no one usually stays here, we have too many dogs, but there was no where else to put people) just left. Mother and stepfather have gone to buy a GPS. I am alone (with said too many dogs). There is the ringing in my ears that I can only associate with my family. Even the dogs at the kennel make less headache afterwards.

Going to see Grandpa today -- mama and I didn't go this weekend since so many other people were visiting and we've already pissed the hospital off plus Grandpa gets worn out so fast. And then I'm going to paint my nails, and then I'm going to sleep forever...

Or until I have to go in to work early tomorrow. :\
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
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~
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
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?
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (zydrate?)
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! Not really. Just antibiotics.

I handed in a Client Relations paper today at 8:30, then I turned around and stumbled home and slept from 9 this morning to 6 this evening. It was... kind of magical. I know going to school is important, but today was the first time since school started that I've been able to sleep for more than about 5 hours at a time.

Still plodding away at the [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang fic. Still blaming [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte for everything that is wrong with my life. Still trying to resist the siren call of my horrible Leverage idea for [livejournal.com profile] apocabigbang.

McLovin was absolutely great on his own while I was away from Thanksgiving. Nothing broken, nothing peed on, nothing dead and hidden under my pillows. He even cuddled in bed with me today. Who is this cat and what happened to my beast?

Thanksgiving was good. I thought about it. I guess I have a lot to be thankful for this year, including all you guys. <3

Now, only two and bit more months to prepare my airing of grievances.. :D
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (spannerin' time (doctor))
I got some superglue on my fingers and it feels super weird. Like. Crunchy. My fingers should not be crunchy.

Last week one of the roommates had a friend over. Tonight, the other roommate has a friend over. My sister says I have no friends because none of my friends ever come over. I think she phoned specifically to tell me this. What a loving family.

Today was the dog walkathon, aka rainathon. I need to stop doing charity walking on days when we're having a downpour. We raised over five hundred bucks though. Katie and I didn't actually bring either of our dogs because to get to the place where the walk was hosted, it was going to be at least an hour and half walk (plus the hour and half walk for the walkathon, plus the hour and half walk back). We opted to bus instead. There were plenty of dogs there and the rescue still got our money. Everyone wins.

We stopped at the farmer's market on the way home and I ate some carrot and pretended I was a snowman. Shut up, I'm totally classy.

I move one week from today. AH PANIC.

Katie broke the shower and the superglue didn't work (augh, now it's on my fingers for no reason) so we "fixed" it with a wrench we liberated from Janis. Everyone wins!

I've also started saying 'everyone wins!' a lot.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (grr -> mckellan will fuck your shit up)
Four Things

1 - I am sick and therefore extra bitchy today. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally here.

It's not strep, which is weird because we're halfway through May and I've only had strep once. Normally I average out 5-6 cases of strep a year. I guess I'm just going to be really really gross later this year? I do not like the idea of attempting to write for Nanowrimo with uber strep from hell...

I actually think it's just a cold. Do you know how long it has been since I just had a regular head cold instead of some kind of Super Illness? Just having a cold feels so weird. I can still do most things! I'm not bedridden! I am, instead, coughing my lungs out and complaining a lot. I have also apparently lost most of my voice.

2 - cut for incredibly long rambling and stupid family drama )

3 - LJKA;SDFLDASLJDSDOEWRN. Guys. I read through the changes Bean made to our Big Bang and added a few of my own (mostly correcting errant punctuation). We also discussed (at length!) all the extra extended scenes, deleted scenes, way too cracktastic/pornographic/both scenes that will be included in the 'bonus features' section. I am so so so excited for this to be posted in fifteen days, you really have no idea. It doesn't even matter if not a single one of you reads it, I am going to read it and I am going to love it and I am going to flail over it. That being said, I still hope some of you read it ;)

It's a Supernatural AU from 5x10 and contains such awesome things as 'Intense Man Pain!', 'Magic Oreo Cookies!', 'Men Who Cry, Try To Deny They Were Crying and Then Hug Manfully!' and 'A Goldfish!'. And to be fully honest, it's only like 45% crack.

SO I AM EXITED ABOUT THAT.

4 - What's the deal with grammar? Seriously, I never really understood it.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (sad -> llama face)
One of the communities I am a part of recently had a 'name that tune' style contest. Pretty much all of the songs were of the classic rock variety. I got 13/15.

I attribute my success at this game almost entirely to my father and his musical tastes (I noticed a distinct lack of The Tragically Hip, Rush or The Guess Who because apparently Americans don't dig canrock as much as I do... WHATEVER) influencing me at such a young age. It's also where I get my taste in classic cars and my ability to drink more than I should without falling down.

Talked to my mom about the funeral and whatnot today. She told me how much I reminded her of my father.

Long story short, AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH LLAMA FACE.

Ever have a moment like that? Where you worry you might become too much like someone you don't really like all that much?
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> spinning girl)
My hair is the longest it's been since I was 12 years old. I mean, it'll be a little longer tomorrow, because it's magic like that. But WHOA long. Just past my shoulders long.

And I don't know what to do with it. I feel like I need a new hairstyle. Or I need to learn how to actually style my hair at all. I wish my hair was curlier. Not curly persay, just wavy. I'm considering a perm.

I did something awful and painful to my neck today or sometime last night. I don't know what it was, but now I can't really turn my head left more than like, fifteen degrees. OW. Hot water bottle and sulking should hopefully fix it. If not I am seeing the doctor tomorrow.

Pathfinders was physically exhausting. One of the girls pulled my arm a little too hard and now my shoulder is all frakked up too. So. Hot water bottle and sulking for that too.

Um. My lips are chapped because apparently it's winter again. My hot water bottle won't solve that.

Today, officially, my teeny tiny baby stepsister turns 17. I am so old. And nothing will fix that. Ever.

I THINK I'M DONE WHINING NOW.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> mister owl)
Snatched this from [livejournal.com profile] munkymp3

Your result for The Brutally Honest Personality Test...

Freak- INFJ

40% Extraversion, 87% Intuition, 40% Thinking, 53% Judging

Well, well, well. How did someone like you end up with the least common personality type of them all? In a group of 100 Americans, only 0.5 others would be just like you. You really are one of a kind... In fact, I do believe that that's one of the definitions for the word "FREAK."

Freak's not such a bad word to describe you actually.


You are deep, complex, secretive and extremely difficult to understand. If that doesn't scream "Freak!" I don't know what does. No-one actually knows the REAL you, do they?


You probably have deep interests in creative expression as well as issues of spirituality and human development.


You've probably even been called a "psychic" before, because of your uncanny knack to understand and "read" people without quite knowing how you do it. Don't fret. You're not actually psychic. That would make you special and you'll never accomplish that.


You're also quite possible the most emotional of them all, so don't take this all too hard. Nevertheless you most definitely have the strangest personality type and that's not necessarily a good thing.


*****************


If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

Take The Brutally Honest Personality Test at OkCupid



I don't know how I feel about that.

In other news, neither of my fave teams won in the pairs skate last night. China took silver and gold (bronze went to Germany). I personally liked the silver medalists over the gold in the short program and the free skate, but I'm not an Olympic figure skating judge now am I?

Also got to watch Canada get it's first gold medal on home soil. Bilodeau just look so overwhelmed, like he needed a hug. Maybe I just have an irrational urge to hug everyone, yes?

Today's agenda includes finishing my [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti fic (eep!) and read through my [livejournal.com profile] samdeanexchange entry to make sure it's not utter garbage. Reminder to self: don't sign up to write fic for people if you suck at writing in general. >.<

Mother and Stepfather leave for the their trip either Thursday night or Friday morning to catch their flight from Buffalo. So starting then, I will have virtually no human contact until the 9th of March. Woo? I don't even know. I already have a feeling that these dogs are going to drive me crazy.

Also, I wanna go to Disneyland. Like, really bad.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (wtf -> shenanigans)
Without getting into eleven years or so of back story, let's just say I think my family has hit the end of their tolerance for my step brother.

Not to brag or anything, but I hit my limit about five years ago so they're just jumping on my bandwagon.

I'm also currently hiding in the bedroom because it sounds like WW3 is going on upstairs. That'd be cool, I normally like the bedroom, except I really gotta pee and damn if I'm not craving a bagel. I mean, it's been an hour and a bit already they have to be done soon, right?

*facepalm*
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> listen with your heart whale)
Tomorrow is Baking Day!

I am very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very excited for this.*

Sunday was Meat on a Stick Day, which was considerably more slimy than I am expecting tomorrow to be, but still fun and frolicsome. This bodes well for tomorrow.

The only problem with Baking Day is it is preceded by Early Morning Baking Supply Run, which means up at 0700. That is not a time I function well at. I might end up with raisins up my nose and semi sweet chocolate in my eyebrows (oh the horror).

Here is a link to my Secret Santa Holiday Love Meme, for those inclined to love me, secretly. It is good fun and also occupies some time.

Today, you might be interested to know, I continued the ongoing and epic battle for superiority with the Fat Pug of Doom. He leapt three feet from the back of the couch onto my lap while I was sitting on one of the bar stools in the dining room. It happened kind of in slow motion and I could see all his rolly-fatty-skin bits flapping in the air and watch the other two dogs follow him with their weird bobble heads. He landed on me quite heavily and I regret to tell you that in my shocked state I did not immediately launch a counter attack. He snapped the tangerine slice right out of my fingers. Then he horked it back onto the book I was reading because dogs don't like to eat citrus fruit.

I fear my life is nearing the point of 'srsly, wtf?'. Or maybe I just fear that my description of my life is nearing that point...




*I would like you to know I typed all of those 'very's. I didn't ctrl+c any of them. THAT'S HOW EXCITED I AM.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> garcia's lemonade)
After a particularly arduous journey yesterday, I have safely arrived at my mother's house. There was some crazy snowstorm business going on for the middle half of the bus trip. The bus had to pull over about eight times for the worst of it to pass, which was scary because with 60 in my bank account and no cell service, I did not want to be stranded in Bracebridge.

Other than the terror though, I realized how absolutely gorgeous snow actually is when you're not outside in it. The lights from the bus headlights made it all sparkly on the trees. And I mean, there's a lot of trees during a five hour trip that is a large majority through the woods. All the pine trees looked weighed down and snowtastic and all the leafless, branchy trees looked skeletal and ghostly and it was pretty and haunting and gave me an idea for a story which I'm not supposed to talk about but kind of just did anyways.

Now I'm at my mama's place (until the 29th, whew!) and instead of fighting McLovin' for my food or the nice spot on the bed or my socks, I have to wrestle Mama's cat AND her three dogs. It's like, 'sure Lillith's dead, but now Satan's here and he wants to steal my body.'

Yeah that sentence should prolly read 'out of the frying pan and into the fire.' That's what I meant. For sure.

Stanley, who is already very big for a Boston, apparently grew a whole bunch since I have been here last (Thanksgiving!). I am considering leaving my clothes here and putting him in my suitcase instead. He could hold his own against the spaniel 'o' doom, I do believe.

Mama has a list of holiday related chores for me to do. A very, very long list. On one hand, it will keep me form OD-ing on the internet. On the other hand, ew, chores.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (the ? kangaroo)
Currently at my mother's for Thanksgiving weekend/a visit.

It was nice, save Moe being a colossal bitch and step-brother being present at all. We had big family dinner on Saturday, then I spent Sunday at the zoo with Hailey and then Sunday evening with Brendan and Sarah at Brendan's (yay second Thanksgiving dinner!). Monday I went to Lia's and now today I am doing pretty much nothing which is my favourite thing to do.

Everyone is giving me a hard time about almost being unemployed and I'm all 'seriously people, can we stop talking about it because it's overwhelming enough on it's own without all y'all constantly grilling me about it' but apparently it's the best topic of conversation ever! Note sarcasm here.

I am planning on doing something about my pending joblessness, honest, I just don't know what I'm planning yet. I'm planning on going on EI for the first month or two until I can decide if or what I want to go back to school for. See, me and school have a long history of really not getting along, so even if the government is going to pay for it, I'm not sure if I can go back. not to mention having to move out of North Bay and probably having to move back in with my mama (which isn't the problem, it's moving back in with the stepbrother shaped creature and/or the stepfather that would be the issue). UGH. I need advil and nap just trying to think of it for any longer than thirty seconds.

I'll tell you what I do have planned.



Oh yeah, baby, Nanowrimo. And of course, when I say planned, I mean I have picked a title and a goal.
Title: For Fun and Prophet
Goal: Sixty thousand words.

See, two thousand a day just seemed a rounder goal than one thousand six hundred and sixty seven. And let's be honest, I haven't done so hot with the fifty thousand goal. Maybe I just need a change of pace. I'm sure I'll keep you all apprised of the situation as it unfolds.



Oh yeah, I made a banner.

Now, I think, it's time for soup and Neil Gaiman.

PS, this song was on Big Bang Theory last night and now all I want out of life is a Big Bang Theory/Supernatural crossover starring Dean and Raj. Is that so wrong?
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (listen with your heart whale)
So my mama is officially going in for surgery on the 16th, which is next Wednesday, and I get to be at work that day. Yeah, like that's going to be at all productive. I was freaking out just thinking about it today. Ugh. Not like I could be there anyways because she's going far away to some specialty hospital. So the best I can do is worry my stupid ass off about it for four days until she gets back to Whitby, and even then I'm only allowed to be off Saturday and Sunday, but have to be back for Monday for work and Pathfinders. I almost guaranteed won't even get to see her until Thanksgiving and yeah, that's not so far off but it's going to feel like an age.

So that sucks.

In completely unrelated news, I finished rereading Order of the Phoenix today and I remembered why Professor McGonagall is the best person ever (besides maybe Neville Longbottom). Ah, I get too much joy out of these children`s books.

But now I`m going to have dinner and flip a coin to decide if I want to watch Big Bang Theory or Supernatural.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (shut up!)
EF.

As in, Epic Fail.

Which is what I'm feeling right now.

Cut for melodrama. )

Yeah... I need a life change.

A List

May. 28th, 2009 09:42 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (already sorry i was born)
EDIT: Making this public now. It's one of those things that make you shake your head and cringe.

This is a list gleaned from spending four days at my father's place. Not one word of a lie, these are people, groups or things my father described as 'chiseling prick(s)'.

A few things to keep in mind: 1) he's my daddy and I love him despite his many flaws
2) I wouldn't wish a conversation with him on my worst enemies
3) yes, he's an insensitive bigot
4) yes, I'm putting this behind a cut

Chiseling Pricks )
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (brain in a jar)
I'm going to visit my father for the next couple days and will be fully without internet, which saddens me because it was my four days off and I had hoped to have at least a few mindless hours online. Ah well, I'm going to see my dad, isn't that enough?

Getting up at six so I can catch my bus, on the other hand, is less fun.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (kitten and mice)
As if maternal torture wasn't enough, now it looks like I'll be visiting my father this week.

Work, imagine that, is getting stupid again. More details to follow when it becomes less of a fire-able offense to talk about it (oy vey).

I can't download Ride of the Valkyrie as my ringtone for my cell. Sad and woe.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (redheaded angel)
Major blisters on my foot are killing me. Do not want. Stupid new sneakers.

I've been working at the same job for over a year now. That's a while, but not as long as I worked at Jerry's. I sometimes miss having a regular crowd. At work these days, I talk to someone for all of 557 seconds and then they're gone like wisps of smoke. Such a changeable environment.

Spent Saturday at my aunt's house. It was my grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary and we had a large party. I got to see a bunch of family I haven't seen since that last big funeral, which was nice and also reminded me of how much my family scares me sometimes. Saw some cousins I detest, got a free ride (most of the way) home and counted far too much roadkill. You know, solid weekend plans.

Four day work week! I get American Victoria day off. I'm not sure what the actual holiday down there is...

Sometimes life proves my thesis for me, no additional support needed.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
So I am visiting the family down south for the next six or so days. Leaving tomorrow morning and I have everything packed up save for Freddy, the laptop and my toothbrush.

Going to Durham used to feel like a trip home, now it feels just like leaving home. I wonder sometimes how and/or when that changed. When did North Bay become home. Strange feelings, I tell you.

It's be nice to see the family for the first time in 2009. And the weather will be a little milder than normal. Bringing the camera. Shall bring back plenty of pictures of dogs, I think. And I'll have time to finish A Storm of Swords and hopefully move on to the next one (fifth book in the Song of Ice and Fire series expected to be released 09/29/2009!). Reading and mauled by dogs... Yes, sounds like my childhood.

Hoping to see some of the old friends. Not sure if the old friends want to see me, though. I have recently been getting the impression I am being avoided. I have yet to face the important question of - do I care anymore?

In other news!

There is no other news, really. I'm halfway through season three of Battlestar Galactica and it's killing me with the awesomeness. I think I'm going to make thank-you cards for all my friends who recommended it. Seriously, if you haven't seen it, I can't impress upon you enough the greatness of this series. ! I will go right now and find an awesome BSG icon to wow you all with. Wait here.

Picture... )

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