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Nov. 23rd, 2012 06:04 pm
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Plan: each day of holiday weekend, deep-clean 1 room of my apartment and write 8K words.

Actual: Sleeping, lung-puking [those long asthmatic coughing fits / "my lungs are FULL OF STUFF OMG WTF"], being too lazy to write/clean/turn on Netflix. Too lazy for Netflix, people.

I had such high hopes for my Nano progress this year! On the big, big, big upside, this year's November Sickness is only physical. Not being crippled by mental illness is way, way better than feeling smug because I hadn't upped my meds for so many years. Noted!

That said, while my family never really celebrated Thanksgiving and I had planned to be bopping around between write-ins instead of going to a Big Family Gathering, Thanksgiving alone is more lonely than regular days alone. (Especially when one is too sick/lazy to turn on Netflix. Captain Picard is good company, yo. Ditto Twilight Sparkle and/or crazy Olly Steeds. Screw you, Netflix, for taking my Stargates away from me!)

So if anyone's around, can we talk about fun fandom things? Or Nano things? Or how it's totally OK to live in squalor for a few more days because standing is hard? :)

ETA: Talked to my parents, who awesomely were like "Dude, sick days don't count for Nano. You should just add them all onto the end." I love how my parents still sorta think they can write me notes to get me out of anything when I'm sick. Then my mom prescribed tea, and "Watch Janeway in the bathtub episode." My parents are the actual best.

Then we discussed how they were watching Goldfinger, and I told them the story of how I was supposed to pick a "classic American name" for a 9th grade global studies mock Yalta conference or something and I chose "Pussy Galore" without realizing the implications. I mean, she was a GREAT AMERICAN HEROINE, okay?
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Hello lovely online peeps! I have missed you! [livejournal.com profile] daisycm83 made threats of creating Have You Seen Little Red? milk cartons if I did not haul my ass back to the internet, so here I am! :)

([livejournal.com profile] daisycm83 is WONDERFUL, by the way. Actually, she's exactly as wonderful as she is online, only she's three-dimensional and gives hugs! I'm convinced that if me, [livejournal.com profile] aj and Christi all got together somewhere, seismic detectors in the area would register the sudden increase in hand-flailing gleee.)

So here's what's up in MY LIFE: )

Since I have no fic to share, have a picture of Tessie wanting to play!

Pik! )

Totally Non-Spoilery X-Files-Related Gleee! Click here for a totally moronic article about how David And Gillian Are Real Actors Really, but you must watch the javascript video midway down the page where they interview each other about whether or not they like each other. LOL.
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My new plan: retail therapy.

I know, I know, this is normally the sort of plan that doesn't go along with all my flailing and hand-waving about how my job is kind of up in the air (consider that a Realty TV spoiler!!1!) and how I have no money and want to buy a house someday, but bear with me! (Also: the next time I go "I HAVE NO MOONEEEEEYS!" feel free to slap me with this post to remind me of where it all went.)

So anyway, yesterday was my regular doctor's visit, blah blah blood-pressure-crazy-meds-anorexia-cakes... )

So to reward myself for the massive indignity of being forced to drink gatorade and eat things or else be drugged into oblivion, I went out and bought DVDs! Books! Discuss and enable my spending habits! )

Yay! So yes, a few irresponsible swipes of plastic, but think: hundreds of hours of gleee! Fewer side effects than upping my crazy meds, too, and I literally skipped back to the car with so much joy.

So there. All my Eastern meditating & yoga & holistic diet didn't help me all that much, so we're going full-on Western now: shopping, drugs & gatorade.

God help me.
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OMG, don't compliment strangers on their leather jackets, no matter how spiffy they look, because they might start telling you very excitedly all about how calves and lambs and things have BETTER SKIN for coats. Ack! LAAAMBS!

Life headlines:

1) I finally broke down and bought Sims 2 for the mac, and it has been just as detrimental to my life and sleeping habits as you would expect. I created a Jake 2.0 house, and it's totally RAD, lemme tell you. Kyle and Sarah are diligently slutting their way through, erm, each other and everyone else in range, Diane keeps blowing off her scientific career to trail after Jake, and Lou is smarter and stronger than everyone else. Poifect! (Should I assume that, as a general rule, any fanfic ideas inspired by actions of my sims will be really bad ideas?)

2) I am to get my wisdom teeth yanked next week, so Plan B -- scooping them out myself with a sharp fork -- has been put on hold. I have to use general anesthesia (TUBES DOWN MY THROAT WTF EEEEK I AM SO AFEARED), or else have multiple surgeries (in which case my office might implode in a Hellfire Of Inaccurate Spreadsheets, so not an option). Doctor claims that because I'm allergic to anti-inflammatories, my recovery will -- and I quote! -- "suck." Are doctors allowed to say that? The surgeon is a woman, though, so my fear of waking up pregnated has been assuaged. (I watch too many movies on Lifetime. I have to stop doing that.)

3) I slept last night for the first time in more than a year without trazodone, and now feel like I've fallen into a parallel dimension, where everything is the same except the color contrast has been turned up a little higher.
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My city has been semi-paralyzed and my office has been closed for TWO DAYS because of half a foot of snow! The greater Portland area has issued public memos like, "If you're waiting to get plowed out, sit tight, it may take a few days. Well, actually, we're just going to wait for it to melt." My stone-cold New England heart mocks this, but my new snow-pansy Portland liver is very happy to stay indoors and wait for it to all melt, as ordered.

In other news, there seems to be Major Fandom Angst running around on the Atlantis front. I'm unspoiled, and so cannot tell whether this is Major Fandom Angst of The Show Being Cancelled or Major Fandom Angst Like John Makes Out With Teyla. Much like Captain Janeway of the Starship Voyager, fandom emotion doesn't seem to have too many settings. (Really! We've been watching Voyager on Spike, and Gira points out: "See that look on Janeway's face because her ship is about to blow up? EXACT SAME LOOK that time Lord Burleigh tried to kiss her in the holodeck.") So... eek? I'm really scared to look. *offers blind solidarity and love to all*

Also, I started going mental again, then I stopped, but I realized that I am a Terrible Horrible Friend For Not Realizing And Giving Everyone Everything They Could Possibly Want And Am Therefore An Awful Person (scaled back from mentalness and translated: I suck at keeping in touch when I'm this busy, and feel like I should be a better friend to those who are close to me). To appease the Horrid Guilt I feel when I think of all those livejournals I haven't been reading since I got this job:

1) You can defriend me if you want. Really. I mean, you always can, but consider this reassurance that I'm not going to throw a fit and cry, because I feel awfully bad that I'm cluttering up your friends page when I look at mine once a week (if the Gods of real estate school are being kind), and then I feel bad commenting because I've been so out of the loop that I don't know what's going on.

2) You can answer the following poll:

[Poll #908815]

Er, forgive the long post. ANSWER MY POLL, I command you!
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I seem to be getting crazier. (Or, according to the week-long panic attack I've been surfing, I'm developing a tolerance to my brain drug dosage again.)

On the up-side, I'm also more used to it.

And for the practical question: does anyone have a sekrit resource for cheap last minute airline tickets? The flight I was mentally unable to purchase last week for $250 (because I got all freaked out about how I might not be picking the Totally Perfect Flight for totally nonsensical reasons and rocked back and forth in the storage room at work for a while instead...) is now FIVE HUNNERD SMACKERS! Eek!

I am flying home to visit my mother as a BIRTHDAY SURPRISE for her (shhhhh, those of you who work with her), and it is a TOTAL SURPRISE, and it is very exciting, and also muy expensivo to the point of needing to invent Spanish words. (I have learned in the past weekend that my weirdness costs me lots of money a lot, because of my pathological fear of opening mail in a timely fashion of less than five months. I mean, I still pay my bills and all by hitting random buttons on my computer, it's all the special memos that come from insurance companies threatening raised rates if I don't provide them with X and Y that I apparently miss. But I'm going to fix it! The world will not explode! This is why God invented lines of credit! It's just a costly life lesson, but there's no reason to fling myself into the gaping maw of death. See? More crazy feeling, less crazy acting.)
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*shakes fist at the sky*

Seriously, where on the warning labels does it say will destroy your ability to properly deduce the emotional states of fictional characters and everybody will wind up sounding like they are on Days Of Their Lives?

I'm not saying it doesn't beat suicide, I'm just saying that John is probably going to sue me for defamation of character.

(On the upside, I am writing something!)

(p.s. and omg, I have bought Season 1 of The X-Files. BABY SCULLY WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SHE'S IN FOR!! OMG, the cuteness. And she had, like, a life and stuff in the original cuts, which just completely changes her character.)
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Arg. Second night in a week that I haven't been able to sleep AT ALL!

So. Tired. Want. To. Die. Arg.

On the upside, I am totally not being an emotional hysterical nutcase! This is the most gleee-inducing apathy ever, since the emotional hysterical nutcase insomnia days back in Massachusetts were no fun. Also, I am catching up on my reading. I am reading "Imzadi II", which I had never read before, and so far there is lots of Worf-bashing by absolutely everyone, but I forgive that because there is OMFG TOM RIKER.

brief tired flailing about braindrugs )

Anyone have any favorite sleeping remedies to suggest?
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OMG, screw it. It's 7:15 am. I'm giving up on trying to sleep and declaring it tomorrow.

Oddly, I've been more productive in one night of Little Red's Brain Attempts To Ward Off Sleep than I have been for the past four days! Witness:

Things I Did Last Night (And Last Week), Sadly Rated G, Contains Spoilers For Lois & Clark Season Two )

This post brought to you by [livejournal.com profile] roothekittycat, who nudged me and requested that I tell livejournal about my life. So it's my fault that my life is so incredibly mundane, but her fault that you all get to hear about it. *grins*

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