The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

So: I went to Bloomington today, because I had hideously overdue library books, and I haven't been in, oh, forever. I was happy while I was there. Now I have returned, and it is in the past, and I am sad. That I may self-medicate, I will now show you a bunch of pictures of my town. Well, sort of.

( HEY IT'S SOME PICTURES OF BLOOMINGTON WHEE-HEE )

Here are some other things that happened while I had no Int0rbuttz:

( All beings shall know the bounty of my produce, and also some stuff about samurai! )

We now have the honor of having home Int0rbuttz. In fact, the tech came out and got us hooked up a few days ago (there was a line problem, so they had to dispatch someone), but I was having such a great time watching all the YouTube I previously hadn't been able to view on dial-up and also downloading the hell out of Photoshop brushes and other responsible pursuits that I thoughtlessly didn't mention my return.

Also, I was trying to avoid pixelation. Well, not really, but my contractual obligations require me to pick on Pixel at least once a week.

My job, I do not want to go to it. (Do I have a CHOICE? No.) Moreover, my two days off (yesterday and Tuesday) were completely ruined by goddamn allergies. I am all for plants, but I wish they could pollinate in a way that causes less nasal anguish to me personally.

I think that's all.

O hai thar Delilah. I'm back.

I don't know that I'm doing 100% better. The job situation still hasn't improved (though I've gotten two raises, one cost-of-living and one performance-based), and, consequently, neither has the financial situation (though I'm not doing as badly as I could be, given the circumstances). I'm still in therapy (big surprise, I obviously have some issues to work through). Mom still hasn't got a job, and that weighs on us. (She was up for a job, made it to the second-interview round, and was in the hiring company's top three candidates…and they picked someone else. Well, I wish them joy of their vastly inferior employee.)

On the other hand: I've lost some weight (part one in a bazillion-part series), am generally eating better most of the time (I really fell off the wagon this week, though), and am exercising more regularly. I'm less socially isolated than I had been. (I am so bad at meeting people in real life. SO BAD. Trufax.) I'm still getting interviews, so obviously I'm doing something right. And damn it, I miss my friends.

Events of the past two months behind the jump, if anybody cares. ( Shit no one cares about! )

In conclusion: back now. Hi.

LOL-MART SUCKS. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to order a copy of my birth certificate (the original is somewhere in the house, but we can't find it; if it turns up, great, if not, I have a certified copy), so I can now visit all the temp agencies. :D Seriously, I am getting very tired of having to smile and be friendly all the goddamn time.

pixelation: I am ttly going to jack your pizza idea, if we can ever find scallops (decent ones are in short supply here, though unscallops are plentiful). Because pesto pizza is delicious, and I fail to see how sun-dried tomatoes and scallops could do anything but improve it.

I now have a St. Paddy's Day T-shirt which reads "Let's Get Ready To Stumble". Also, I got my schedule through 20 March and actually have St. Paddy's Day off, so have the luxury of stumbling if I want (or at least drinking one and leaving, since I'm still pretty much sober after a single beer and there's something about calling the lolmom for a ride that just puts a damper on the whole thing for me). This pleases me.

I was so hungry for fish the other night that I bought a box of fish sticks, and actually chomped on the frozen ones while I was waiting for some of them to cook. Seriously. Ew. I have lived to regret this.

X-chan got me Savage Darkness by Cassie Edwards for Christmas, as a gag gift of sorts, and it is one of the most unintentionally lolarious things I have ever read. Seriously, it is impossible to be in a bad mood while you're reading a Cassie Edwards novel, and it's not because she's so delightfully uplifting. If this stuff can get published, I think my little island faggot has a fighting chance. (OHWAIT. Fantasy writers get pigeonholed. Because fantasy isn't about using your imagination anymore, it's about trying to be Tolkien except for the bit where YOU CAN'T.)

I am busily organizing my time and my life. FOR NOW. :D Actually, I dropped by work in my pavement-pounding clothes--"o hai i look nice i can haz job???"--and Miley told me I looked hot. I didn't think there was anything really special about my outfit--basic nice grey dress slacks, also my new red sweater--but hey, it was a nice boost to the ol' self-esteem. (Speaking of clothes, I've kind of been toying with the idea of sewing--I'm not by nature a crafty person, so that in and of itself is a hoot--and when I looked at the patterns for fat chicks, I was just disgusted. I'm in my twenties, for fuck's sake, and people my age typically do not wear housecoats. Nor am I interested in old-lady pants or tunics the size of Cleveland. Madame Lee is not having this shit today, thanks all the same.)

I have about an hour before I have to leave for work. Atypically for a Sunday, I'm only on four hours today, which means plenty of time to get shit done in the afternoon.

Also, a happy belated to _graywolf_.

Also also, IT IS MARCH. HOORAY! IT'S MARCH!

Mom was right. People around here like their booze way too sweet. Ugh.

I have many elderly LJ entries that I really need to get to posting, and I shall endeavor to do so in a reasoned and controlled fashion so that nobody's friends page is spammed. More than usual, I mean, because I can be one with the spam if I'm bored enough. Anyway, "highlights" (put loosely) of the weekend, more because I am amused by them than for any other reason. I've thoughtfully placed them under a ( lj-cut. )

Also, I got a job. It's just part-time at the House of Wal, so I figure it'll be some income and an opportunity to engage in some rabble-rousing in the best Red tradition hone my customer-service skills. Plus, they have now required the dowdiest outfit EVAR for all employees: khakis and a navy blue polo shirt. The khakis don't bug me 'cause I like them, but I have to pull a navy blue polo shirt out of my ass (I own very little in navy blue and no polo shirts whatsoever) at some point in the duration, because I can't keep wearing the lolmom's forever, especially since it has her company logo on it. A navy blue polo shirt that I will in all probability never wear again after I quit this job.

My ultimate plan is to get a full-time job in addition to the Wal-Minionage, because I need insurance, my bills aren't paying themselves, and my move to Bloomington isn't financing itself either, so once this happens, batten the hatches and prepare for a lot of me being tired and bitchy and cursing myself all the time. Oh hot damn I am going to be so fucked when Christmas rolls around D:

At least it's a job and I'm not out of work for six months like I was last time, as those of you who were around in 2005 may recall.

Also, ( we are experiencing some technical difficulties! )

H wrote, which I may or may not talk about, and I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. forgottensanity, I'll try to get to you sometime this week, but as ever I make no promises.

I have many old LJ posts stored up in my hard drive, but this is all you get right now because I have stuff I need to do today.

I find it hilarious that the mailman cannot be arsed to deliver our mail before 3 in the afternoon during the week (which is an improvement, considering that it used to be 4), but is Right On The Dot of 8:30 on Saturday mornings. You know, when I'm just downing my fourth cup of coffee and starting to behave like something that read a book about being a human being once and haven't yet mailed anything that needs to be mailed.

Also, I got one of them-there Twitter devices, because pixelation basically talked me into it, ZOMG IT'S ALL HER FAULT. Well, I'm going to blame her because blaming Pixel for everything is FUN. Everybody blame Pixel for something today! So if I feel like saying anything profound in 140 characters or less (suspect this will be "argh how am I supposed to condense Deep Thoughts™" and "CURSE YOU PIXEL"), it will be twittered here at the end of the day.

My username, it is xifeng, in case you feel compelled to follow my brain-shriveling thoughts. You know, the same username I use for more or less everything, except for the places where it was already taken and I said bad words because clearly having the same Int0rbuttz username everywhere is SRS BSNS. (FTR, I am not the Wang Xifeng on Facebook. I think that person might be an actual Chinese as opposed to my pathetic Cao Xueqin fangirlness.)

ALSO also, in l33's infrequent commitment to public service: _graywolf_'s beloved pet ferret has been severely burnt, and the costs of treating him are expected to be high. You can read about the incident here, and what you can do to help (if you feel so inclined or have a couple of extra bucks that you don't know what to spend on) here.

Oh, and I've been meaning to provide free advertising for a while, but: If anybody enjoys snoods, fingerless gloves, and other fine crocheted wares, anjala is premier crocheter. She has won awards for her snoods. Well, okay, AN award. But it's the first in a series.