meej: (weekly.updates)
I've been essentially offline for the past two weeks. I've run forty-three miles, completed a tabata session (OH MY GOD), written five letters, gotten denied my chance to go home to visit my family for Christmas, and seen Ali's new house.

I have not yet looked at the WoW MoP expansion. I heard there's something about farming. Actual farming. Later this week I'll check in and see how badly Blizzard has impacted my headcanon. My theory is: a lot. But also: pet battles.

I have sprouted hives on my arms and legs, with bouts of itching so horrible that in the middle of the night I have considered simply flaying myself (but that itches, too), or killing myself with some sort of quickly-moving poison. Benadryl takes too long to work and then knocks me completely out for twelve hours. Oatmeal baths help a little. Maybe I need to run more.

Work is settled. The new boss is very cool. I like him. He has left me in charge while he's off at a conference in Houston for a week. Maybe that's the source of the hives. I hate responsibility. People should just do what I say and everything will be fine.

I've been preparing for the move to Nashville. A good half of my stuff is packed, inventoried, and put in storage. The other half is lying limply strewn over the rest of Pinkhouse. I have too much stuff and need to cull. I've tried to cut down my books to only what is not available on Kindle, but that's still a lot of books, and my stationery wardrobe is serious goddamned business, taking up a full shelf as it does. Iiiiii have far too many clothes for someone who wears a uniform to work and dresses mostly in workout clothes the rest of the time. More culling!

I am finding peace in my self as I put my environment in order. The only stress is coming from reassignment of stuff, and the resistance in my soul to divorcing myself from it in bits and bobs. Obviously I'd have a better shot at going whole-hog and living in a room with a mat and a lamp, but that isn't going to happen; I want some stuff. It's just a question of which stuff that will be.

One of this stuffs, obviously, is the Greyspell plushie Ali made me for my birthday. Despite everything, I still think that dumb emo lorks are cool. And there is a squid in his hood.

I am afraid to consult my backlog of webcomics, but Oglaf's siren call cannot be denied.
meej: Saul Tigh is my homeboy (tigh)
I was sort of looking forward to not dying today.
meej: (Default)
I absolutely love The Reliquary. (Greyspell is ON BOARD. Except for the part where Theron pretends he had a part in it. Beware Rommath.)

I haven't done too much in the old world yet - I'm still working on Conqueror (61% Defilers! 65% OUtriders! Hnnnng), and tiny paladin is almost seventy-six. She is gleefully scaring horseys in Grizzly Hills and trying to sort out how she feels about the Horde and why. Her common sense keeps getting in the way.

Two more days of work, and then FLYING SAUCER. :D
meej: Saul Tigh is my homeboy (tigh)
I AM VASTLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SHEER LEVELS OF VISCERAL HATRED SARAH PALIN AROUSES IN ME

HATING PEOPLE MAKES ME TIRED AND UNHAPPY, I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT HATE MEANS THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME RATHER THAN THE HATED, BUT OH LORD THAT WOMAN JUST MAKES ME HALF-SNARL

IT'S LIKE THERE'S A KNIFE IN MY EYE,

AND SHE'S TWISTING IT
meej: (PRODUCTIVE)
I gupcuddled! I woke up at my alarm's time and not - say - two hours later.

I ran for sixty minutes without stopping, and suspect that this is roughly six and a quarter miles, despite not knowing for certain, because at the halfway point of the run, Sundaisyshine decided that she was only going to record time, and not distance, and chose to inform me AT FORTY MINUTES that she'd stopped pacing at 3.31 miles. RAEG FUELED MY LAST FEW MILES. OMG.

It was still a good run.

I came home and Cal, Calmom, and I made baked figs, and then stuffed ourselves with them. They were delicious and figgy. I am very happy.

Now I need to do all the laundry in the world, since I cleaned out my closet two days ago and brought my winter clothes out of storage.

The guppy is adorable. <3

Life is good.
meej: (uptight)
I've been peeking over Suboshi's shoulder at the WoW Cataclysm beta. I have discovered to my considerable surprise that I do not loathe worgen, which I thought I would based on my previous in-game experience. It just goes to show that meejes should not jump to conclusions.

It is one week since my guppy was born, and she is so ridiculously cute. Today she had her first bath. She flailed and screamed in RAEG!!11!! the entire time, because so far her least favorite things are being: a) wet, and b) cold, and bathtime proved to be both wetsome and cold-making, despite the warm water and the body heat of three adults clustered around her and anxiously dabbing at spit-up-covered portions of her tiny body. Oh man she's going to be a hell of an athlete when she's a bit larger; she's all leg.

I RAN A 10K TODAY. NO PARTICULAR REASON. I JUST GOT UP AND THOUGHT, "TODAY I'LL RUN SIX MILES AND CHANGE," AND I DID IT. I had to stop and walk for fifteen seconds just after hitting five miles, and I was so mad about it. Talk about wusscakery, there was LESS THAN A MILE TO GO. And yet the sideache, it had gone well into icepick-in-the-side territory. :( Next time I try this, I'll go for running the entire time. I finished at 56:51, which is not terrible, but I really wanted to try for a solid 54:00. Oh well. I need to find a new route, I grow bored with the same neighborhood every time, particularly the ridiculous hill at 2.6 miles. Seriously. Eff that hill, man. In the neck.

GUPPY ALERT: SHE JUST OPENED HER EYES AT ME, FROM WHERE SHE IS ROCKIN HER CRADLE-SWING BY THE COMPUTER DESK. Saints alive, my goddaughter is so cute. <3 <3 <3

I went shopping today, because sometimes a girl needs some pretty underwear, and Victoria's Secret concluded that my breasts are problematic. Apparently I am a different size in each of the three major bra lines they're doing right now. Really, you guys? Did not instill confidence. However, I am weak against plum lace, and so plum lace there was, in the size we finally determined me to be. I just realized that if I keep running at the rate that I am, it probably won't fit in a month. MOAR PLUM LACE!

I think that this is actually everything awesome that is happening with me right now. I will later cover my tea-ventures, the non-sucky vampire Victoriana I'm reading, and my parents' reactions to being given The 13 Clocks as a birthday gift. (SPOILER: my mom cried a little. :D)

GUP

Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:47 pm
meej: Kara Thrace: full of delight. (hearty yawps!)
GUP!

GUP GUP GUP GUP!

SEVEN-POUND GUP!

I have a goddaughter.

She is the best, sweetest, prettiest, and awesomest human baby ever made.

I am graciously permitting her mother to post the first pictures of her.

Oh, her name is [REDACTED FOR FEAR OF EVIL BABY-NAPPERS], but she'll always be Guppy to me. <3
meej: (PRODUCTIVE)
Things I had intended to do this morning:

- run
- read a few chapters of the book I got delivered yesterday (... um ... Miss Manners' Guide To Being Excruciatingly Correct, Freshly Updated, shut up)
- write for three hours

Things I actually did this morning:

- run
- three loads of laundry
- VACUUM LIKE A MAD FIEND

I need to learn how to prioritize my time and do my chores efficiently; my problem has always been that I'll begin on a task, then get distracted by something in another room, and go off to do THAT task, leaving half a basket of laundry unfolded, or the dishwasher half-filled, and then I come back to find none of the chores completed, and no writing done. Which is bullcrap.

BE MORE EFFICIENT, MEEJIT. IT'S WHAT GROWNUPS DO!

Grownups also have clean clothes, which does put me ahead of the game; writers have wrinkly stained clothes.
meej: (PRODUCTIVE)
ALL THE LAUNDRY IN THE WORLD!

WASH ALL THE THINGS!
meej: Carlton Lassiter gets so tired sometimes. (tired)
I'm still really on the fence as to how I feel about Cataclysm.

I totally called some upcoming shifts in the lore (who was right about Desolace and Winterspring? me. thanks!), but I couldn't care less about worgen, and also I'm pretty sure that trolls are going to be mad about Kezan. I'm just saying. I have avoided reports from the beta like burning. I don't want to know. I want to find out on my own.

The playstyle shifts may flummox me for a while; I know it took me a while to hink around after TBC launched. (DERPGUARD)

I've been trying to write. It comes out all stunted and unlovely, so I've been gorging myself on good prose, and then getting mad when I can't write like that. Devouring words with hideous envy and admiration is helping, a little, but I still can't unlock what I want to convey, and my inner scenery looks like god damn Waiting for Godot.

I repainted the library, in creamsicle-orange and buttery-yellow. It looks like sunshine sherbet in there. I am wildly happy, even if I did drip some paint in my eye so I've been bespectacled (and bereft of peripheral sharpness).

I'm paging through old notebooks and noting with some surprise that I had some good ideas, once upon a time. Seriously? Wow. What happened?

IT IS TOO HOT FOR RATIONAL DISCOURSE.

MAY DAY!

May. 1st, 2010 10:23 pm
meej: (boring)
Proceed dancing around maypoles.

Job: I suspect I will not have it for much longer. Resumes being frantically updated, posted, cover-lettered. Experience tiredly tucked under belt! Valuable lessons learned.

Running: Will not be beating Jake Gyllenhaal in a 5k this month.

Conqueror: For a while I was on a good streak in AB, and then the Horde in this battlegroup apparently got an influx of noobs and wafflefaces, and I cannot get a flag cap to save my LIFE. I did kill a lot of night elves today, so at least I'll always have that.

Writing: Happening. Slowly. I need to get back into the habit of morning pages, which I think coincides with my lately-reacquired habit of going to bed far too late, which results in getting up too late to do more than scarf a poptart, much less do a morning workout and writing. COME ON, MEEJ, EARLY BIRDS ARE MORE AWESOMER.

I guess what I'm saying is that May is rich in potential, but April did not end stellarly. I can live with that: EXCELSIOR.

Y'all, tell me something that pleased you today. <3

OKAY SO

Mar. 2nd, 2010 08:27 pm
meej: (sharknadoes!)
So my job is, as I may've mentioned, for ALSAC, the fundraising arm of St Jude. It is not particularly glamorous - I call schools and ask them to do the Mathathon. Check out the Mathathon, you guys, it has sweet trigonometry games.

I applied for the job for two reasons - it is for St Jude, and I thought it would help conquer my fear of the telephone (or, more accurately, my fear of TALKING to people on the telephone, as opposed to textual communications as the good lord intended us to do). The first reason is a kickass one; I think St Jude is an excellent foundation and cause, and the more I learn about how they run the operation, the more I admire them and their methods. I get warm and fuzzy thinking that what I do pays the salary of researchers and medical persons dedicated to saving the lives of weesters.

The second reason is working quite well; I am now very confident that I could call anyone in the entire world and talk about things and stuff without wigging out that I'm talking to someone I can't see (and make wild gestures at). AWESOME! I've been phone-shy for twenty-eight years, and now it's totally no big deal!

So, that's the ninety percent of my job that is neat, wonderful, and makes me happy - I have a set schedule to my day, I get to wear my office duds and not schlep around in workout clothes all the time, I pack myself kickass lunches, and I have office acquaintances whom I feel quite kindly disposed towards. There does not seem to be any office politicking so far (except that we are unanimously wary of the HR director, whose name I shall not speak because I think she is possibly canny enough to go Googling for herself, and then I might be in The Trouble), and quite a few persons are Sweet Southern Ladies who mutter "oh sugar" to themselves when balked.

Also to be honest paychecks are good, and the benefits are quite adequate indeed for someone who is as generally healthy as I am.

The ten percent of my job that drives me into squirmy knots is the fact that when you are signed up to raise funds, you have quotas thereof, and knowing that numbers need to happen is cramping my style. Today I had my deadline for the quota I needed to pass my probationary job period (as of tomorrow I'm fully on staff and don't get summarily booted if they don't like my face or whatever). I made my quota, with two left over, and the knots that eased in my stomach unnerved me with how heavy they'd been.

I feel a lot better about it now that it's done, but the quota resets tomorrow for the next period. Even though what man has done, man can do, ek cetra, I'm still nervy.

But not as much!

I was going to post about what I was writing, but I think I'd rather write it and talk about it later.
meej: (weekly.updates)
1) My job is 90% win, 10% pure hell. We will see, as of end of day tomorrow, which percentage wins out.

2) I am even more badass than I thought I was, and confidently expect to beat an 8:30 mile by my next 5k.

3) God I love my iPhone. I may - don't quote on me on this - love it more than some of the animals in this house.

4) I have written for at least an hour a day for the past sixteen days, and my brain feels all tingly.

and

5) My blooflork has a fangs-hat.

I have more points related to 4) and 1), but they will be reported upon tomorrow, specifically in terms of (respectively) what-all I've been writing, and whether or not I continue to ride the purple wage there.

...

6) Bioshock 2 is rad; also, remind me to post my booklist from the liberry.

7) K.J. PARKER HAS A NEW BOOK OUT, FELLOWS. I'M READING THE HELL OUT OF IT. FUCKING K.J. PARKER, Y'ALL, MAKES ME SAY 'god I wish I'd written this ;_;' AT LEAST TWICE A BOOK

NEWS:

Jan. 21st, 2010 05:11 pm
meej: (PIE)
It is official: I have gainful employment, at the St Jude Children's Research Hospital Volunteer Center.

It is a lot of phone-work and data entry. The woman who interviewed me was quite frank that the job was stressful and had high burnout. I do not even care. ST JUDE. It is not research or medical (the actual saving of weester lives!), but it is enabling researchers and medics to do their jobs, so.

Also it is very nearly one mile away from Shelby Farms, so I may be able to go running there every single day. :D

You probably cannot see me (unless you're the one standing in the flowerbeds peeking in the window), but: I am doin a little dance.

I START MONDAY. BOOYAKAH.
meej: Saul Tigh is my homeboy (tigh)
Yesterday I spent much of the morning writing my sister a letter to be posted today. It was long and ... well, much of what I say in letters I can't say on the phone (and only in some cases because I can't pronounce the word I want). It can be summed up as "I love you; I'm proud of you", and I'd wanted her to have it to take with her on her mission to Haiti.

She was supposed to leave on Monday the 25th, but since the second quake hit they had to ramp up their travel times, and she left suddenly last night, instead, an hour after I read her email saying her plans had changed.

I am distraught over the devastation in Haiti, but the horror is too big to stab me, it can only pound me flat and leave me numb. Bee is smaller, more manageable, and there are little hooks in my gut that she's heading into a natural disaster (albeit one where the worst has already happened).

She said she'll be there "for the duration", which is neither a helpful phrase nor a reassuring one; my pop told me that it's going to be for at least four weeks, right now, and may be longer depending on what they can do and whether people ship them supplies.

This is a tad bit emo, obviously, and self-indulgent worry. But she is the only sister I have!

It helps that she texted me from the airport and told me a dead monkey joke.

RESOLVED:

Jan. 10th, 2010 11:47 am
meej: (hardcore)
So I don't usually make specific New Year's resolutions, preferring instead to opt for the weenier "I will be better this year!" or "I am going to be stronger!". These are okay but unless you are a total slug they will come along with the normal course of things.

This year I thought about it, and I came to the conclusion that what I really want by December 31st 2010 is to beat Jake Gyllenhaal in a 5k time.

That'll show that bastard he can't get away with pretending he's the Prince, even if he has David Bell chops.
meej: (weekly.updates)
- Jobs applied for: 19
- Jobs interviewed for: 1
- Jobs really hoping to get an interview for: 7
- Number of times working out has kicked my ass in the past two weeks: 6
- How humiliated I am by this on a scale of 1 to 10: a large 7
- Stories worked on in the past two weeks: 3
- Notes written for other stories: 31
- WSGs won: 21
- Calls I've made/received to/from my family: 4
- Times I have exclaimed, at photos of my cousin's new baby, "OH MY GOD HOW ADORABLE": 17
- Moments of existential angst: 3.75

I have been busy. Thank god for my friends, elsewise I would have gone raving mad and moved into my parents' basement, and they don't even have a basement.
meej: (sharknadoes!)
I'm home from my vacation.

Tomorrow's plans:

- unpack
- flumph
- renew the attack on the prospective employers on behalf of me, the prospective employee
and
- write. :D

I updated my goodreads wossname with everything I read on vacation. My sister finished Breaking Dawn (groan) but then moved on to the book I gave her for her birthday, The Mysterious Benedict Society. China MiƩville wrote a book that doesn't have brain-eating moths in it (yet), but does have a good man who is not annoyingly self-righteous. I think I probably love him more than any other MiƩville character I have yet met, although of course there are things I want to smack him for.

When I came home, Emmy regarded me warily, but soon enough relented and gave snuggles. <3 <3 <3

... seriously though I'm not looking forward to the unpacking and cleaning nnnnnrgh

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