Car is broken again. Calling BCAA tomorrow and if I can get a jump taking her to Kal-Tire for new tires. If cannot get jump, means battery is fucked and I kill everyone in Nanaimo.
I mean, find a way to get that shit fixed.
I don't even fucking know anymore.
On the plus side -- did another publishing job, in addition to my current one. Much easier project; only took me 5 hours for layout AND cover. Now let's see how that translates to actual print. *crosses fingers*
So tired.
8.23.2011
Stupid Mercury Retrograde
Today has been really fucking weird. I'd like to say shitty, but good things happened so it sort of balanced out. But my luck has positively sucked today.
Last night I had a good dream. The first good dream I've had in years. I was pleasantly traipsing through this dream, in no hurry to see how it ended. Perhaps I should have hurried, because now I have no idea how it ended and never will: my dad called me in the middle of it and woke me up.
I'm not a morning person, and I'm not a phone person. Calling me in the morning is sure to put me in a bad mood because not only have you waked me from sleep I desperately need, but you are trying to talk to me before I've had my anti-depressant. The little purple pill that turns me into a functioning human being. Trying to stay polite under those circumstances is next to impossible for me.
Somehow I managed it. I then went about the process of actually waking up before suggesting to my friend who is staying with me for a few days that I call the BCAA guy to come give my car a jump so we could go out in search of breakfast.
(I came home on Sunday to find that my car was dead because I'd left the glove compartment open for two weeks. Fuuuu. Also, there's no food in my house, and I had no will to cook this morning.)
So the BCAA guy comes about half an hour later, gives me a jump. We sit in the running car for about 20 minutes before deciding to try and drive it. It goes! Yay! We get to the street and I realize the car is running funny. I turn around and go back to the driveway. Bryce jumps out of the car. Flat tire.
I've turned off the car, of course, because I'm on auto-pilot, and it won't start again. I call BCAA. "Hi, I called a little while ago because my car needed a jump. It now needs another jump and a new tire."
Wait another 20 minutes for the new BCAA guy.
Plus side? He found my spare, which was in the side of my trunk and not the bottom. Never would have found it myself. Thought I didn't have one.
So, car fixed and ready to go, we go off to do errands. By this point it's 12:45 and I'm starving, so I end up spending more than I should have on food. Went and got a few more things, namely costuming supplies for P&F and props and costume pieces for Criminal Genius. Also late birthday present for Mom. Spent about 100 dollars but I got a LOT of stuff, because I shop smart. Make one last stop at 7-11 for drinks. Two 2L bottles of pop and a double gulp cup of a perfectly mixed Cherry Coke.
Pay, get out to the car, and manage to spill my Cherry Coke all over the car.
I cannot fucking win today.
(The 7-11 lady was very nice and let me get a free refill, however.)
Not leaving the house again till tomorrow. You can't make me.
Last night I had a good dream. The first good dream I've had in years. I was pleasantly traipsing through this dream, in no hurry to see how it ended. Perhaps I should have hurried, because now I have no idea how it ended and never will: my dad called me in the middle of it and woke me up.
I'm not a morning person, and I'm not a phone person. Calling me in the morning is sure to put me in a bad mood because not only have you waked me from sleep I desperately need, but you are trying to talk to me before I've had my anti-depressant. The little purple pill that turns me into a functioning human being. Trying to stay polite under those circumstances is next to impossible for me.
Somehow I managed it. I then went about the process of actually waking up before suggesting to my friend who is staying with me for a few days that I call the BCAA guy to come give my car a jump so we could go out in search of breakfast.
(I came home on Sunday to find that my car was dead because I'd left the glove compartment open for two weeks. Fuuuu. Also, there's no food in my house, and I had no will to cook this morning.)
So the BCAA guy comes about half an hour later, gives me a jump. We sit in the running car for about 20 minutes before deciding to try and drive it. It goes! Yay! We get to the street and I realize the car is running funny. I turn around and go back to the driveway. Bryce jumps out of the car. Flat tire.
I've turned off the car, of course, because I'm on auto-pilot, and it won't start again. I call BCAA. "Hi, I called a little while ago because my car needed a jump. It now needs another jump and a new tire."
Wait another 20 minutes for the new BCAA guy.
Plus side? He found my spare, which was in the side of my trunk and not the bottom. Never would have found it myself. Thought I didn't have one.
So, car fixed and ready to go, we go off to do errands. By this point it's 12:45 and I'm starving, so I end up spending more than I should have on food. Went and got a few more things, namely costuming supplies for P&F and props and costume pieces for Criminal Genius. Also late birthday present for Mom. Spent about 100 dollars but I got a LOT of stuff, because I shop smart. Make one last stop at 7-11 for drinks. Two 2L bottles of pop and a double gulp cup of a perfectly mixed Cherry Coke.
Pay, get out to the car, and manage to spill my Cherry Coke all over the car.
I cannot fucking win today.
(The 7-11 lady was very nice and let me get a free refill, however.)
Not leaving the house again till tomorrow. You can't make me.
8.21.2011
Poptarts and mosquitoes (a day camping)
We went camping Friday night. Friday night only, because my MIL didn't want to spend two nights away from any form of bathing whatsoever (no lake, stream, river, or showers), and frankly neither did we.
Nate and I slept in the back of the minivan, which fixed my back, surprisingly. (And wrecked his. We can't win.) Also -- sex in the back of a car, crossed off bucket list.
Anyway. I played around more with Scriv while camping (if I set my monitor to be dimmer I can get about 10 hours of battery out of my MacBook Pro, which was more than enough time), and yeah, it's official, I fucking love this program. I also reread the last part of my book, and I still think it's really good. A good sign, that I enjoy it when not in the heat of writing it the first time. So actual editing is coming up soon (especially as I finally got a real divination system figured out for that one chapter, instead of the crap placeholder I had before).
Today I go home. I'm back on Saturday, so the parting is not that bittersweet. Might do our backs some good to sleep alone for a few days, honestly. We'll have to figure out what to do about this before moving in together.
Things to do:
Nate and I slept in the back of the minivan, which fixed my back, surprisingly. (And wrecked his. We can't win.) Also -- sex in the back of a car, crossed off bucket list.
Anyway. I played around more with Scriv while camping (if I set my monitor to be dimmer I can get about 10 hours of battery out of my MacBook Pro, which was more than enough time), and yeah, it's official, I fucking love this program. I also reread the last part of my book, and I still think it's really good. A good sign, that I enjoy it when not in the heat of writing it the first time. So actual editing is coming up soon (especially as I finally got a real divination system figured out for that one chapter, instead of the crap placeholder I had before).
Today I go home. I'm back on Saturday, so the parting is not that bittersweet. Might do our backs some good to sleep alone for a few days, honestly. We'll have to figure out what to do about this before moving in together.
Things to do:
- finish memorizing lines.
- practice slides for Langara audition; find monologue.
- clean house.
- new book publishing project.
- revise part 1 of Bellica.
8.19.2011
Let Go
I'm beginning to feel I'm invisible.
I send messages on FB and no one responds. Usually these are fairly important messages, too, needing a response rather soon. It's apparent by the messages that they're important. And weeks pass and nada.
I'm not really a person to send multiple follow-up messages, because I think it's rude and pushy. I'm not rude and pushy. I just want a fracking answer before the godsdamned apocalypse.
I want to bitch about it in more detail, but that won't do much more than just spread around negativity. So I'm just going to take a deep breath, play some tunes, and start fooling around with Scrivener. (I've just downloaded it and am going to try it with the rewriting of my novel -- if I like it enough, I'll purchase it. So far it's doing really well in my estimation.)
Our modern social media has made us completely unable to deal with the real world. I say that being a person who prefers social media to face to face interaction in most cases.
I send messages on FB and no one responds. Usually these are fairly important messages, too, needing a response rather soon. It's apparent by the messages that they're important. And weeks pass and nada.
I'm not really a person to send multiple follow-up messages, because I think it's rude and pushy. I'm not rude and pushy. I just want a fracking answer before the godsdamned apocalypse.
I want to bitch about it in more detail, but that won't do much more than just spread around negativity. So I'm just going to take a deep breath, play some tunes, and start fooling around with Scrivener. (I've just downloaded it and am going to try it with the rewriting of my novel -- if I like it enough, I'll purchase it. So far it's doing really well in my estimation.)
Our modern social media has made us completely unable to deal with the real world. I say that being a person who prefers social media to face to face interaction in most cases.
Heaven
My MIL has a recliner in her living room, right next to my FIL's recliner. She also has a lapdesk for her laptop.
She's at work, and I have free reign of the house (and her permission to sit in her chair, etc). So I am set up nicely in her chair, laptop on soft desk, feet up on other recliner.
My back is so happy with this arrangement it's threatening to quit if I decide to move. This could be a problem if I need to pee, but for now I am content.
She's at work, and I have free reign of the house (and her permission to sit in her chair, etc). So I am set up nicely in her chair, laptop on soft desk, feet up on other recliner.
My back is so happy with this arrangement it's threatening to quit if I decide to move. This could be a problem if I need to pee, but for now I am content.
Acrylic nails
Pretty, but a lot of trouble. Currently in the process of filing them down so I can type again (and write with a pen, jesus). Still an awesome birthday gift from my future MIL.
I've sort of gone back to my old nickname -- Jagged -- as you can no doubt tell from the blog. I want Katje van Loon to be my professional persona, and this is not a professional blog. At all. So Jagged is who I am in private -- as private as a public online journal can be.
And now it's time to watch Dead Like Me with the boyfriend. Almost done the series.
I've sort of gone back to my old nickname -- Jagged -- as you can no doubt tell from the blog. I want Katje van Loon to be my professional persona, and this is not a professional blog. At all. So Jagged is who I am in private -- as private as a public online journal can be.
And now it's time to watch Dead Like Me with the boyfriend. Almost done the series.
8.18.2011
Braincakes. Good for what ails you.
My brain has been fried in a giant frying pan in the sky. No lie; I'm a complete vegetable because my grey matter has been used to make flapjacks for the gods.
- My job is killing me. I can't wait for it to be done. Contract work yay.
- I'm looking at having to move back to Powell River this November-December to save money before moving to Vancouver (which is very very expensive).
- I love the look of my acrylic nails but I can't fucking type with them.
- Back pain means I can't sleep.
- Criminal Genius goes off in September and we've rehearsed once. Nrgle.
- On the the plus side, I've spent 2 weeks with Nate and it's been really nice.
- I can't write. I can't think. I have all these ideas but when I sit down to do something about them...poof. Into thin air. Turned into syrup for brain flapjack.
- I would like a vacation.
- It's really weird that I'm not returning to school this fall. I may get into Langara Film Acting program, which means that I'll be going back to school in January. But if not... I'm officially an adult or something. Ahh.
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