I know my LJ is kind of the red-headed stepchild of my interwebby communication venues, but I can't believe there wasn't a single HBP review on my flist. you really all have abandoned the HP, H/D goodness for SPN and anime. wtf, really? fail, lj friendslist. fail.

my excuse is that I've been awake for 26 hours, so you just get this bit from my facebook:
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is most incredible movie I've seen in a hell of a long time. Funny, sweet, touching, chilling, funny, brilliantly adapted from the book, beautiful visually, creepy in all of the right ways, and (did I mention) hugely funny? I've had major gripes about each of the first five, but I could not possibly imagine a more perfect movie adaptation of HBP. Seeing it again soon! <3<3<3

ouch, my fingers hurt! I can always tell it's time to stop practicing guitar when my fingers are too numb to know when they're touching adjacent strings. (worth it) someday, I am going to rock so hard.

my surprise roommate surprise moved out over the last couple of days. I feel mostly conflicted about this, but am totally happy to be able to walk around naked again.

I am going to be 25 in less than three weeks. this freaks me out a bit. I'm not old enough to be 25!

my new favorite thing? how I met your mother!!! best show ever. I can't remember the last thing that made me literally laugh out loud every episode. so great. and neil patrick harris! barney = awesome x 12.

tegan and sara are the goods. check them out.

happy independence day. work is a little bit of driving me insane, but then again, when is it not? still, I'll be really freaking happy when this weekend is over.

going to try and sleep now. I suck at that so hard.

I've decided that the loudtwitter thing is kind of annoying, no? and yet, *keeps* I don't update my lj enough, and I need to continue imagining that someone is interested in my daily bullshit.

I spent a bunch of time yesterday watching HBP trailers and the like. (is it just me, or is tom felton finally getting hot?!) I've worked myself into a frenzy of anticipation and can't wait to reread. I guess this harry potter crap is something I'll just never get sick of. this pleases me. :D against my better judgement, I've also started watching bsg again. frak.

in rl news, they officially made mark a supervisor. we'll see how that works out. meh. I just wish he were a little less sarcastic and passive-agressive. it makes me want to get active-agressive all over his face. either way, work is going really well. I am so happy. which still just shocks me to shit.

I had two dreams the other night. in one, my ribs, collarbone and back were broken just like my grandpa's before he passed away. it didn't hurt and I was walking around and all that, but I knew that something was wrong and I could feel the broken bits of bones rubbing together. I didn't make the connection with grandpa until way after I woke up. it wasn't sad or scary, but was totally creepy.


in the other one, it was my birthday, and the family got together to fly my mom down as my present. I wasstanding on the steps going up to grandma's kitchen and trying to stand still, but just bounced up and down and pounced on her. I was so happy to see her, I almost cried. my relationship with her sure has changed a hell of a lot in the last couple years. she's the freaking best. she calls just about every day to remind me how much she loves me. I can tell it's 100 percent genuine, but she says a lot that she's making up for all the time she didn't tell me when she was otherwise occupied. yay for aa, I guess!

as much as I am loathe to, I suppose I need to start the process of getting ready for bed. such a colossal waste of time.

true blood? anyone see the s2 premiere? I haven't and it seems I can't. *sniffle*

• 12:12 @jadedgemini I'm sure that comment card was a res I prereg'd. I don't think I've checked anyone in since my first two days back.
• 12:16 @jadedgemini I think you should go to u OF a. (I don't care what the website says, no one calls it ua!) tucson is amazing and phx is poop.
• 12:24 @jadedgemini yes, yes. why do, indeed? RT I got to wondering, "Why do
• 12:29 I think chelsea is cleaning! I knew I invited her to move in for a reason. ... stacy tonight = must sleep! ( ... cuy is still on my table!)
• 12:49 @jadedgemini google it!
• 12:52 @jadedgemini also: slam-drunk! and butt freedom! (best band name ever = slam drunk and the butt freedom!)

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• 21:57 waking up sucks. #
• 23:52 @jadedgemini I haven't heard of it, but agree in theory. #
• 04:49 so.tired! longest night, worst coffee. too tired to get creamer. just took the system down. 12 minutes until I get to push another button. #
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There are internets! The internet I've been stealing from my neighbors this last few months has finally gotten so bad that I've had to pay for internets of my own. This means that I can be online whenever I want again, not just around three in the morning (if I'm sitting on the east corner of my couch). This is amazing news, as I miss all of you painfully and wouldlike nothing more than to catch up. whee!

So I have a surprise roommate. George's former Chelsea has moved in with me until she can get a job and a place of her own. It's strange having to share my space with another person, but she cooks and cleans and runs errands and is at this very moment putting away the metric fuckton of groceries she just bought. It'll work out for a couple of months.

I'm back at the Riverside and it feels official. I'm right back in the proverbial groove of things. It's kind of creepy how quickly and completely everything came back to me. It feels like I never left, except that I have a greater appreciation of the job and the people. It almost shocked me when I realized that I'm really happy to be back. If only they paid me a decent wage.

So, my grandpa died last week. I haven't mentioned because I didn't know what to say. I still don't. It's surreal.

I adopted two kitties. The morning after I found out about grandpa, actually. Now I have four, yes, four cats. A poll reveals that a woman can have four cats before becoming a "cat lady," but any more and it starts getting weird. So there you go. I'm 25, single, working a job that pays for shit and one small mammal away from becoming "one of those people."

I have to go get ready for work now. I'm going to have a bagel with cream cheese and a fresh fruit smoothie for breakfast! have I mentioned that I love Chelsea?

today is the birthday of the one and only taia. it's odd that she's 25 now, but mostly because this means that I, too, will be a quarter of a century old in exactly two months. creepy. I've accomplished so very little.

have I mentioned that I'm working at the riverside again? it's lovely to be back there, though it would be lovelier if I hadn't taken such a pay cut. joe is leaving after nineteen years at the front desk. it's totally time, but it's going to be strange without him there. I got him a cake. I hope he likes chocolate.

I did such a ridiculous amount of grocery shopping today. I almost died carrying it all up to my apartment. like 14 trips or something. but I am so excited about smoothie breakfasts again! and grape tomatoes! they make me smile.

glen seems t be suffering from some severe depression lately. apparently, this is an excuse to treat me like shit, then beg me to talk to him. I don't want to talk to him without explaining that he's made me feel like shit, but I don't know how to do that without making him feel worse. either way, I don't know what to tell him to make him feel any better. boys are dumb.

so, I'm pretty sure my kitty is having kitties. this makes me feel like terrible because I should have gotten her fixed but failed. the good news is that with the mellow awesomeness of Robinson and the feistiness of Ginger, these are going to be the coolest kittens ever. and so affectionate. what if I keep them all and become a crazy cat lady a little earlier than scheduled? plan.

the hole in my face is awesome most of the time. I'm glad I got it. and while I'm on the topic of body modification type things, I'm thinking of getting this icon tattooed on me somewhere. I like it, no?

back to the birthday goodness. Taia and David and I are going to some silly steakhouse and then to see Ralphie May. I'm intrigued at the steak and way excited about the show. he's a funny bitch. my mom asked me to call her during the show so she can listen to people laughing (much like we all do during a concert). my mom is so cool. and sober, which is nice.

things I need to address before this time tomorrow:
- half of the groceries I bought today are on the counter, on the floor and in the trunk of my car
- my coffee table is in an idiot place in my living room
- my electric bill is still unpaid
- my self-tan is comically uneven
- there is absolutely no toilet paper in my house

I am the egg man. they are the egg men. I am the walrus. coo coo kachoo. (not goo goo g'joob!)

twitter me!

before I say anything else: oh no, they sent matt home! I loved him dearly. though he was in my personal bottom two this week. sadface. his voice is like buttah. seventy percent of the time, anyway. at least my kris is still in it. I am madly in love with him! I'm pretty sure I've already pre-ordered his debut album. is anyone else sick to death of listening to adam scream? stfu already.


I just realized that the reason I love the twitter is because it keeps me company all night long while I'm awake alone. it didn't take me long at all to remember how much it sucks living on a graveyard schedule. there's nothing on tv and anyone sane is asleep. I'm bored out of my mind. enter: facebook. I'm not a big fan, but I've been killing time with that extra lame vampire game. but still, my internets have more often than not been giant balls of fuck lately, so it's mostly food network and "inside the womb" for me. I need a freaking job!

so yeah. I had a very short interview today with my prospective manager and department head. it seemed to have gone pretty well, even though lloyd had no clue who I was. tina reminded him multiple times that I had worked there for two years in the recent past, but it didn't sink in. not that it bothers me any. I won't know him if I passed him on the street. that's the best part about working the graveyard shift. "manager who?" anyway, they interviewed five people and will be calling some back for a second round of chats. I decided today that I'll be super pissed if I'm not offered the position. among other things: yay for paying rent.

it's been three weeks today since I applied for unemployment. how much have I gotten so far? $0.00. what the fuck, Arizona Department of Economic Security: Employment Administration?! rent is due tomorrow today! I have to take a cash advance on my credit card and I'm still going to be a little short. I got my unemployment debit card, which I'm sure is hugely convenient once they actually put some money on it! cross your fingers for backpay, right? because I'll probably be charge a late fee every day until I can pay the balance of my rent. :(

what can I say, really? I got 99 problems, (but at least) a bitch ain't one.



ETA: I've never met anyone who enjoyed sleeping as much as robinson. (including tracy)

today was really fucking hard.

and somehow, its difficulty flew under my own radar most of the time.

but, all the same, I think I'm going to have another rum and coke and play some more guitar hero.

because part of me is missing.

and I miss it less when I'm not looking for it.



and, because this is how I feel today:
I fucking hate you, John Mayer by yeffreh

I fucking hate you, John Mayer,
. . . . You no talent hack.
Perhaps,
. . . . One day,
. . . . . . . . You could experience engine problems while you're thousands of feet in the air.
And crash into a mountain face.
. . . . Because, that's how I feel when your shitty song comes on the radio.
Hoping that,
. . . . In the end, the authorities have to identify you with your dental records.
You fucking dolt.

I'm still unemployed.
still unsure how to feel about, process or deal with that.
still broke and frustrated.
still without mode of transportation.
still hopeful.
still have a new hole in my face which is still sore and swollen.
still rereading twilight (again).
still amused by twitter.

in new news, I've been thinking about going back to the riverside for work. that's basically the last thing I ever want to do and yet not. I miss Karen and Joe and Ruthie and how fun and laid back that job was. I miss the simplicity of just showing up and completing my tasks, then going home again.I had grown to hate that by the time I left, but after the last year, it sounds lovely. besides, it's better than collecting unemployment. by like a dollar.

fuck.

I am making my way back to the neighborhood (of lj or something?) for two reasons. first, I am a loser with no job and no girlfriend, so I have loads of time to kill. second, tracy made me.

so yeah, I joined the ranks of the unemployed a week ago. fired, to be more specific. the reason is of little importance, as it makes little sense to me and feels like an untruth. I have until now been occupying myself by trying not to panic. this is easier said than done. thank god for unemployment insurance, as I am going to need all the help I can get. meanwhile, god damn the department of economic security. I am not looking forward to heading down there later today.

in other news, my fucking car isn't working, again and as per usual. worst luck ever. I really just need to get a bike. but it'll have to have those solid rubber tires, or they'll go flat on me.

wednesday, chelsea (george's girlfriend) and I went on an adventure with the end goal of getting things pierced. somehow, we got lost on the way to kingman. I suppose "lost" isn't quite accurate, as we knew how to get back to the highway and we were following the gps, but it took us to all kinds of places I've never seen in the 23 years I've lived here. after an hour and a half of off-roading, we gave up and went a slightly more normal way, and it only took us three hours to make a trip that's usually 50 miles. we had a great time, though. adventure! we met a vampire cat and an outhouse. good times.

so chels got her nose pierced and I got my lip pierced, finally. it's awesome, but sore and swelly. it's not fun at all to eat and sleeping is awkward. I'm very excited about it, but will be much happier when it's done hurting.

I really, really wish I was sleeping right now.

"You sound like a pterodactyl!"

I laughed so hard I coughed a bunch, but it was so worth it. I needed that. I miss Glen a bunch sometimes.

Sweet dreams, livejournal.


(Also, the DT says that Ginny "wants to be left alone with her...vegetarianism!" LOVE)

I am determined to have a great day tomorrow, dammit, one way or another!

I've just had a lovely hot shower and am about to enjoy a nice glass of wine with my fic before turning in early.

Is there anyone left on the planet who really enjoys the holidays?

Subtract out the impact,
And the fall is all you get.
So it takes two beers to remember now,
And three more to forget.
I loved you, so what?

Fuck it.

stolen from shane_mayhem, whom I am suddenly, randomly, inexplicably lj stalking. I'm really curious about your potential answers.

( do this, bitches! )

mine can be found here.

stolen from shane_mayhem, whom I am suddenly, randomly, inexplicably lj stalking. I'm really curious about your potential answers.

( do this, bitches! )

mine can be found here.

so a couple weeks ago, I got an email from the Armchair Y!group about Aja finishing LUW, which I knew, but thought about for the first time in months. soon after, I was talking to trace about this and other things. queue reminiscing. then I was raving about the DT and how I'd give my left tit to read it again. so, bickety-bam, there it is on my desktop.

this was the beginning of the end, right? right.

so I just spent the last few hours at Taia's (babysitting) reading and, naturally, dying a bunch of times. then T and I had to start talking about fic and recounting tales of better times gone by. now I'm looking through old LJ posts from The Good Old Days and searching for old favorite fics.

I will never sleep again. ever.


Treasures Found:
- tracy and I are awesome!
- Jeff fucking hates John Mayer! *diegasm*
(and what I was actually looking for)
- rec posts

There are probably a fuckload of things worth saying (though not worth reading on your collective part), but instead I will just say the following:

Girls are stupid.
French fries are good.
But not as good as whiskey!


That is all.




ETA: rereading LUW, have rediscovered the meaning of life.

Thank you, loony_moony.

Oh my goodness! I seriously forgot I had a livejournal! So did you all. :D

Life's been insane! I'm working my ass off to get another promotion. I've moved into a new apartment. My roommates went totally fucking bonkers and moved out on me, leaving me to pay rent by myself. And I've secured my place in the second circle of hell for coveting my neighbor's ox or whatever.

BARACK OBAMA, yo! I can't freaking wait to vote.

Why is NO ONE talking to me about Heroes or House or Super-freaking-natural!? OMG DEAN!

I've totally forgotten that I can use the internet for anything other than downloading TV shows. fuck. *misses and wants*

new apartment is awesome.

everyone should come and see me.

having one's own space is kind of boring.

what's up with Jeff and Plans?

instead, I'm going to kill as much time as possible tooling around the internet and whatnot. sleep is for losers. tired ones.

so. every time I think I've come to a place where things can calm down and make a little sense for once, something insane happens. *shrugs* never a dull moment. here's the thing: I'm kind of dating a guy. which is sort of a big deal for at least a couple reasons. but it's mostly pretty freaking good. it's complicated (he hates that I say that all the time) but I'm pretty sure it's worth it. I also have a crush on nick I have no clue what else to say on the topic, so I'm going to leave it at that.

sleep now. because I'm a loser. a tired one.

also: 759 text messages so far this month. my phone is awesome.

remember: captivating. just because she's not saying it doesn't make it less true.


quote of the day: "Though, it seems to me like he's interested in you, because no blowjob is worth the trouble of actually dating someone, haha."



ETA: "In Grand Theft Auto, I just overheard a woman say, 'If he has crabs, why should I go down on him?' I thought it was very loosely connected to our conversation."

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