Project list


Dresdenverse:

Dance (Short, partially typed, not finished)
Tiffauges (Very long, mostly outlined, needs lots of research on Olitas Castle, which is impossible to find information on, demmit)
Ice (Nebulous)
Sunbeam (Only idea)
Sunshine (waiting on beta/aging)


POTCverse:

Swordfic for ainsoph


Dollverse:

none


PSOHverse:

The thing with Chris as a vet.

Arasakaverse (Name of company will be changed to avoid copyright toe-stepping):

Gavin's backstory
Willow's backstory
Gavin vs Arasaka (again, name will be changed to avoid copyright toe-stepping) and the hobo project
Marid's backstory

I feel: sleepy

Well, I called around and got estimates for fixing the tie rods. I can't afford 450 bucks on top of the other large amount I just paid for lube service (on the car) and three new tires.

This other place estimates about half that. My money supply is dwindling rapidly, but I should be able to afford this. It's sort of necessary... the kind of thing that could kill me on the highway if it went poink.

(And please, no grumbles about selling Sierche. I can't sell what I don't even have, yet. Heaven only knows when she's going to get here. Der new computer is off-limits, as well.)

The School Dreams have started, just as I knew they would. I hate things like this--I love learning, but I hate school itself with a blazing passion. It is not comfortable at all. These dreams have several different forms: I might be waiting outside the wrong classroom, or go into the wrong one... I might miss over and over the classes I'm supposed to attend, or walk through a large, mazelike building, finding myself in places I shouldn't be, but seeing rooms on either side of the never-ending halls... It's not fun.

Now, my recourse is to wait for this afternoon, and ask Jon for a ride to the body shop to pick up Blanca, since he'll likely get home first.

I feel: worried

I just hate everything right now.

All this school stuff was supposed to make things BETTER, not worse. Now, it's like having gone from the frying pan into the kiln... and anyone who knows about pottery understands the scale I mean.

I'm so sick of this. One little bit of luck is paid for by a whole lot of crap.


Comments disabled because I just want to vent; I'm not out for sympathy.

I feel: pissed off

So... I got out to my car this morning to discover that it has a wee tire change kit in it. I thought "Great!" and got down to the business of changing my flat to the spare so I could take it into the shop.

Only problem?

I'm not *bleep*ing strong enough to undo the *bleep*ing *bleep*ing bolts on the *blankety-blank bleep* tire! I had to call the tow service in anyway.

NO MORE SPENDY MONEY, *BLEEP* IT!

Soon, I will have no more money in my account. This is not cool. I have to pay rent somehow, *bleep*it.

*sigh*

I feel: frustrated

( More for my own reference than anything else, this is my class stuffeths )

I feel: sick

I made it there and back. Got lost a bit, but I'm sure I'll be fine next time I try to go. Registration is done. Now, to find a job. Schedule: Classes from 10-2. I have to leave here about 8 am or so to make it there. Hopefully, I can find a job in Ames from 2-6, or one around here from 3-7.

Going to be gone this weekend. Going to the grands' with sister. Will be back on Sunday.

I'm very... drained. I feel absolutely wiped out, for no particularly good reason. And, since I'm shedding heavily, I hope I can make it through the trip without having a barrier leak. I'll have to take a couple books with me. I no longer have a blanket to work on.

*sigh* See you all later.

I feel: drained

Okay, nobody is allowed to use the top floor toilet until it gets fixed. I just spent half an hour and TWO whole magic erasers scrubbing behind it. It was awful! The human waste that has leaked from the bowl with every flush has completely ruined the wood trim, and it's possible a small section of the drywall will have to be replaced. The smell was ungodly, and the tank is also dripping. I can't get rid of the rust stain on the tile, or the mould that's on the trim.

Oh, my gods.

And, if if I'm told I'm exaggerating, THEY can get down on hands and knees and scrub back there next time it's built up a layer of flushed filth. I want that damn thing fixed before anyone uses it again.

I just had to get this rant out. It was so disgusting. Thankfully, I have a strong stomach.

I feel: hot

pollen.com

current reading for Podunk:

9.4... out of 10.

That explains the headaches, tight chest, and inability to sleep. Ah, hay fever, how I have NOT missed you. If I'd known I would be awake this long, I woulda just listened to a new radio play.

I feel: too sleepy to sleep

Okay, I'm going to get a few new sweaters to replace the ones I shrank out of. I need to get some normal tops, as well, but those can wait. Cableknit's in this year, and there are some nice colours.

The ONLY good thing about cold weather is the ability to wear warm clothes in fall colours. I like hiding under thick clothing; it makes me far less ugly.

Also, I seem to be losing weight, according to the wii. I blasted past my admittedly tiny goal, but then again, I am dehydrated. I'm trying not to eat a lot, hoping to just forget about "mealtimes" and only eat when I'm hungry. (though, speaking of food, I have chili in the crockpot. Tomorrow, I'll have a good meal.) I've upgraded to the 13-minute level of rhythm boxing, so that's pretty good. I occasionally forget where I'm supposed to step, but I don't do too bad. I would have done more with the stepaerobics, but my feet have been killing me today for no discernable reason.

Got everything bought at the store, so I don't have to do owt tomorrow but wii and clean. (I skipped Wii yesterday, so I'm making up today.) Need to go through the receipt and figure up what of the money was taken up with house stuffs and what was my personal treats to myself. When I have money, I try to buy my own specialty food, since I can't do the milk. I also like juice, especially acai juice (I liked it BEFORE Oprah said boo about it, so shush) and pomegranate juice. So, I get stuff like POM and Naked juice, as well as Bossa Nova. It's yummy. I'll likely be listening to lots of radio plays this week, what with all the cleaning and ratsitting and such.

I've been thinking about incongruity today, and why it trips humans up. It can make us smile or laugh, turn us on, or just be puzzled and go "Hrmph?" It's an interesting ponderance.

I feel: pensive

Well, figuratively. If my hands were under my backside, nothing would get done.

Got a rather larger portion of my student aid back than I thought I would. I must have misfigured the costs in my head. It's all sitting in my bank account now, with a big DO NOT TOUCH sign on it. Of course, with my being in a depressed mode, I want to pull the money out and buy stuff to try to make myself feel better.

Trips to the store for household stock never count, to my brain. Dammit. I want to buy new clothes for me and two others, maybe get some wigs and eyes as well... new boots, perhaps, and some jeans that hit the tops of my feet. (damn me for being just too tall for standards and just too short for talls.)

But... I know I shouldn't. I'm just gonna go downstairs, wii, clean up, go to the store, then come home and let Max out for awhile. Apparently he's being nippy with Jon; he was kinda nommy yesterday, but I don't let him get away with it. I pull myself away with a firm "no," and he seems to get the idea that I will not put up with biting.

*sigh* I want my depression meds back... and to buy one of those Cherries on the marketplace. (*smack* No spendy money!)

I feel: depressed

Title: The Ties that Bind
Genre: TV-Verse .
Characters: B&H, the early days at the Morningway Estate.
Rating: G/FRC. Total genfic.
Summary: All connections come from somewhere. Not all are intentional.
Warnings: None. Bob's dead and Harry's an orphan. Like we didn't know that already.
Notes: Comments and constructive criticism is appreciated; flames go to keep the boys' candles lighted.
Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, I wouldn't be posting this stuff on the net for no profit. I'd be making cashola hand over fist instead. Jim Butcher owns the characters… and if you want to support him and give him incentive to keep writing, buy his books and maybe even some of the audiobooks. They're unabridged, and very, *very* good.
Warning: Unbetaed. Gone over a few times by myself, and triple-spellchecked. It's been aging on my hard drive for months. I'm finally just going to let it out for everyone.

As usual, fakecuts are fake. x-posted to metalkatt, dresdenslash and skull_boy_love.

The Ties that Bind

I feel: drained

Acceptance is assured... for the low price of 275 bucks. (gag.)

HOWEVER

I go in on Friday to get everything done in one swell foop. Acceptance, registration, all that. Then, it's to the web to order books. Puuuuffffyyyy, I need the address of the online booky place you use.

SO.

Once all that is done, it will be DONE, and I can stop fretting about it. Done and over and done again.


One torrent finished last night, so I have more 5 and 6 dramatics to transfer over to le ipod. I'm going to melatonin myself tonight so I can get up at a decent hour tomorrow and hopefully get quite a bit done. I am finding, though, that listening to a drama at night gives me nice dreams.

I feel: blah

Dear mouth:

Learn to speeeeaaaak. "'Member-worthy" is not a word... you may be "worthy of remembrance," which may not be that good a thing when the secretary at your old school still remembers who you are nine years later. At least you managed to croak out the fax number, and she promised to fax the transcripts out today. That's a yay, and I commend you. But please stop seizing up when you speak with other human beings.

Love,

Nat.

I'll hit the store tomorrow so I can get things going on the days I have alone.

Listened to Thicker than Water, which is a 6 drama, last night. >_< Dammit, 6, stop making me cry! (I only leaked a couple tears, but dammit, he was just so... so... *sigh* Dammit. It was very good. Heartbreaking in places, but good.

I feel: frustrated

First off, a big snug to mikononyte. I hope the night gets better.

Second, to the_impassive: Look!
http://www.boutiquedoll.com/shop/step_submain.php?b_code=B20080530092314

It looks like they're going to eventually have separate horn parts... if we can get hoofs as well, you can have the Bitchbeast back, in some form!

I feel: busy

Pure. Auditory. Crack.

I am boggled. I've written crack more cogent than this. It's awesome, don't get me wrong, but... it's CRACK!

I... it's... *speechless, gives up*

I will now upload one more part for a friend and go to bed. With my head full of crack.

(I will say, it does make some very intelligent, well thought-out points near the end, and speaks to the horrificness that is the human condition. There are parts of it that make you think. However. It's still 98% crack.)

I feel: boggled

ARGH. Okay, Dell has some of the worst customer service I've ever seen.

I called to change a shipping method. They transferred me among FIVE different people just to tell me that they won't change shipping methods, and I have to cancel the order and put another one through. (Half of them were SO obviously not native English speakers, and while I welcome diversity, if your accent is so thick that people can't understand you, then you should NOT be working on the phone!) So, they put me through to a Sixth person to cancel the fsking order. Now, I have to go back through the site and put all the stuff in there again.

I swear to all heaven, if Sony were less expensive, I'd be getting myself a freaking VAIO. (checked on it--can't customise a VAIO).

Also, net's being a beyorch tday, along with Azureus. Had to completely restart the stupid Who stuff.

I feel: annoyed

Do I have a victorious icon? I need one.

I'm celebrating a little early, I admit. I finally got hold of someone at OCS (thanks to veronica_rich, who told me how to ferret out a real person), who agreed to have my transcript pulled and faxed.

I contacted the guy at ISU who was very nice and helpful, and he took my number, and said he'd call me when he has it. After he sees that I was not in the lower end of the class, given one day of administrative bullshit, I will be accepted, and can go get registered for classes. This means, I have a chance of getting registered by the end of this week, providing OCS gets their shift in gear.

Now off to Dell.

I feel: triumphant

1. How long have the admissons desk twits been saying they have everything they needed? A week or more. Do they have everything they need? NO. I was polite and sweet and didn't yell, mostly because the guy I escalated to was so nice. They don't have my HS transcripts. WHY DIDN'T THEY FREAKING TELL ME THAT??!!

Now, I'm trying to get hold of someone at OHS because I was very kindly given a fax number for said transcripts so we can get them in, and it doesn't even do me the courtesy of going to an answering machine; it just rings and rings with no answer.

SMASH!

*looks for the marshmallow kitty icon with its ears flat back, as "angry" just has a "grr" line over its head*

edit to add: However, he did say that if he can get that damn transcript and verify that I wasn't the lowest in my class, I'll be in, and can go register for classes.

I feel: frustrated

Me? No, that's what I'm thinking of the Admin at ISU. I called them again today, and still no decision. The freak of it all? The government released my financial aid to them on the first. It's now the fourth. Tomorrow, when I call again, I'm going to ask to speak to a supervisor and see if we can't get this hurried along, since they HAVE already been paid, and I would like to get this damnable thing settled, finally.

Did the wiifit again. My consistency so far has been pretty good. Tried the advanced stepaerobics, and sucked donkey balls. The basic is waaay too slow, but in the advanced, they added about three new bits to it. I get lost pretty easy. Also, having small feet, the damn board doesn't always register when I step. You'd think my moo-cow weight would be enough to make it say "Yo, you're being stepped on!" Apparently not. I'm not as pained today, but I did more balance stuff. Finally made it through the marble madness game. Still suck at skijump, though.

Watched some more Monty Python. I miss that show. J&J have it all on DVD. I was kind of bummed that the first disc started freaking out at the "Nudge, Nudge" bit. That, and I overreacted to Jon's playful teasing about it. I keep forgetting to remind myself that it's not an attack, it's play. I don't really do 'play' very well; I'm too serious. made lunch instead of going out. I'm jonesing for some ice like whoa, but I'm not going to let myself have any yet. It's just too freaking hot to go out. (91(33) with a humidity of 59%. It feels like 102(39) out there.) It's like stepping out under a wet wool blanket that's been in a fire.

Other than that, not much going on. Doing up some laundry. Tomorrow, I'll begin cleaning again. I'm so tired of it, but until I can get some sort of freaking answer, I can't do anything. I need to call Jan at the temp agency and let her know that I'm still waiting for word--I can't accept any offers until I know what's going on. Jen's starting to get agitated when she asks me about it every time we talk, but if she blames me, I'm not going to accept that blame. I doubt my going up there and trying to get in to kick their asses is going to help anything.

I have my eye on a laptop build from Dell, but I've told myself that I'm only going to get it if I get accepted. Lately, I've been wanting to load up the config and hit that damn buy button just to make myself feel better. I won't do it, but man, I've wanted to.

Oh, and a small gripe that will only make sense to my doll friends: Small-artist produced BJD are fine and everything, but given all the restrictions at DoA, I'm kind of irked that they're allowing as on-topic something that resembles nothing so much as it does a Bratz doll. That *really* ticks me off. If you want one of them, get a freaking Pullip, and get out of my fandom.

I feel: worried

Have to spend some time with Max today since Jon's out. I'll go get something to eat, then let him out. Probably go to Subway and get a sandwich, and another bigass cup o'tea. (I hate having to remind my body that YES, it *does* have enough fluid, and NO, it *doesn't* need to retain water.) Then again, the place that has the Subways also has these "Koolee" things (call them freezies, icees, slurpees, or whatever. It's all the same) that taste just like an Orange Julius, but with no milk. I usually get one of those in addition to my bigass cup o'tea.

Probably be on around 4 or 5 CDT.

I feel: hungry