December 6th, 2005


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i am officially a dumbass.

so i discover yesterday, as i go to turn in my financial aid papers, that if i want to go back to school, that it will be completely out of pocket, until a month or two later i MIGHT get reimbursed via my fafsa. great. so i need MONAY. and i won't be able to afford to get anyone gifts, as i will selfishly be squandering every single penny that i have to further my education.

so what do i do this morning? my alarm goes off for my 7 am shift. i .. roll over, turn OFF the alarm, and go back to sleep. ....duH? so now i'm sitting here, 1037 am, when i should have been to work at 7 am, as a no call-no show. i dread calling, because i'm afraid of talking to denise. i think that if any other manager answered the phone, i would be fine. and i even imagine denise would just gruffly cut me off and say 'okay. okay.' so i'm doing the "16 year old impending doom from her parents" thing and trying to frantically think of dumb excuses that will a) allow me to easily get off the hook, and b) not have them require me to come in, anyway (as there's only an hour or so left of my shift, and it takes a half hour to walk there. i have massive things to do over the next couple of days, so ... and i HAD originally requested today and tomorrow off, but they scheduled me, anyway.)

so. um. suggestions? i'm dumb. dumbity dumb.

possible whining to management that i've come up with so far:

- oh my GAW, i was up until 3 am THROWING UP! i still haven't kicked this flu. i ended up sleeping right through my alarm, i'm sorry. (though melodramatic, this would cover the bases of not only not calling, but preventing the possibility of them having me come in.)

- oh my GAW, the power was knocked out last night! i woke up to a blinking clock! the HORROR! (much more logical, i suppose, though they may say 'no problem! come on in!')

- nothing. i AM 'out of town', per my time off request, anyway. (something i would probably never do, because then i would just be stressing the hell out in anticipation for our next meeting, either when i go to pick up my check this weekend, or when i work next week. and it's easier to act on the phone than in person.)


TONIGHT IS NICKEL CREEK! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE. now, if i hadn't been lazy and apathetic at the time, and had gone to see better than ezra last may, then 2005 would have been the year that i would have gotten to see ALL THREE of my top three favoritest bands (also having seen SLOOO-AAAN in may.) *turns into teenybopper self for a moment* so, like, i know that they're fairly approachable and stuff, and i would DIE to meet them, although i'm certain that only dumb things would spew forth out of my maw as i would try to hold a conversation... suggestions for those of you that have met them? hrm?

in other news, i haven't been posting much because things have been so damn stressful. so freaking much to do, so little time, and i feel like it is all falling away from me. so what am i doing right now? responding to six month old comments, while sipping coffee in my perjammas. there's music to record. there's Christmas cards to be finished (neveryoumind that i don't have postage.) there's house to clean. laundry to do. coordinating to be done. works to call. GAH.

and in honor of the stress, i shall use this little Doodlez icon. for some reason, i feel that he looks paranoid that the pencil, poised on his jugular, will suddenly press down. he's waiting for it to happen, but not sure that it will. hrm.
bucky scarf

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Oh Great Cthulhu!

I have been an extremely sedulous devotee this year.

In October, I sacrificed [info]forestdweller to Cthulhu (500 points). Last week, I prepared an ocean voyage to R'lyeh (200 points). In August, I visited my relatives in Innsmouth (100 points). In February, I made a burnt offering to the Dead Dreamer (100 points). In December, I bombed a cultist gathering (-100 points). In May, I defiled the grave of that traitor, Lovecraft (90 points).

In short, I have been very good (890 points) and deserve to get hooked up with one of those cute Innsmouthers.

Your humble and obedient servant,

Submit your own plea to Cthulhu!

i feel hungry and weird today.

i love how everything that i have passwords to lately is telling me that it's too easy to guess, when it's really six random letters thrown together. PFETFK! FOELAK! FMEOAP! I GOT IN! annoying, it is.

i need to pee.

i also hear there may be an ice storm coming in tomorrow night? fun! bout freaking TIME we had us some weather!

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i think i had more fun at this concert than i have had at any other. i want to be sara watkins when i grow up. fabulous. maybe i'll go into our new little obsession over sara at a later date.

but we're entertaining people in the meantime, so not for awhile.

holy schnikeys, it's cold.

our fun for the evening was only slightly dampered by a puffed up short security guard.

*we're sitting in chairs over to the side to let the crowd leave*
*glares at us* time to go. get up. go.
i gestured over to the massive throng of people and said "we're not getting out any quicker by going over there, we're just waiting for it to die down."
after a few more glares, we finally gave up and went over to mill about in the line going down the scary steps.

i don't want to work tomorrow. why did i not press the fact i turned in a time off request for tomorrow ages ago? hrmph.