The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

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! )

Dear Red Cross: I will donate to help the people of Chile when I get paid. But I'm not getting paid for several more days, and when I do, I have some First World problems to take care of, viz. my car and credit card payment. After that, we'll see; I'm sure I can scrape something up for you. Love, l33.

I can't help hoping that H is okay, what with recent tsunami activity, even though I'll likely never find out whether that hope is misplaced or not. Famous last words: "This will probably be the last time I talk about H in public". Lololol @ me.

( This section has been cut for your protection. Also, TMI. )

( The exciting rundown of my exciting week! )

Plans for the immediate future: Eat dinner (chicken with balsamic peppers, mmm, also mashed potatoes with mascarpone cheese, mmm); continue to clean den; complete FAFSA. The Indiana state deadline has changed since the last time I filled out a FAFSA; it's now 10 March. My goal is to have it mailed by the 3rd. (I know I can do it electronically, but it's easier for me not to. Yes, I am a Luddite that way.)

So. How is everybody out there in Int0rbuttzland?

The weirdest thing happened today, y'all.

So remember where I couldn't get stuck last week? I finally went today and had the bloodwork done at the hospital in Newburgh (nearest insurance-approved lab), and inevitably had some Vein-Finding Issues, which came out all right in the end. But while I was checking in, I gave the nice middle-aged lady behind the desk my insurance card and verified my vital stats and all that, and presently she asked me, "Is there someone we can contact in case of emergency?"

( Names edited to protect my innocent parent and her not-so-innocent ex-husband. )

I just watched Seven Samurai again for the umpteenth time. (Remember: You're going to die, so man up, go in with both swords swinging, and die like a samurai.) If I grow up, I want to be Kyuzo (Miyaguchi Seiji), especially if a cute kid like Katsushiro (Kimura Isao) fanboys me all the time. Seriously, Katsushiro has got the biggest guy crush on Kyuzo. One of my favorite scenes is where he's burbling cheerfully on to Kikuchiyo (Mifune Toshiro), who's then like, "Whatevs, kid. Stfu."

Also: speshful thanks to forgottensanity for spam (moar kittens plz!). I must now scroll down to see H's old e-mail. (I am not going to delete it because I have deleted e-mail from former partners before and still regret it. It is part of my history, even if it's in the past, and being a historian, I like to have all my materials.)

Oh, and my paper lantern arrived today. WIN.

This is, basically, a giant brain dump, because I can't be arsed to post on a regular basis. For that, I apologize. Perhaps I will manage to get my shit together by January.

l33: L33 HAS HAND-EYE COORDINATION SUPERIOR TO THAT OF A BRAIN-DEAD ZOMBIE AND CAN HOLD ON TO THINGS
The Universe: ERROR

( BREAKING SHIT is my power! )

( OVERANALYSIS is my power! )

( MISCELLANEOUS BABBLE is my power! )

( BLATANT GREED is my power! )

uigenna: RAIEN. RAIEN. RAIEN. I have hopped on but not seen j00. Also, I have most of Friday and most of Saturday free (though I do have to work for a few hours in the evening). Just FYI. I do want to play with j00!

Still no home Internet. Long, ordealy story here, but basically, we had to order a part (TWICE) and now there seems to be some kind of line issue so hopefully the tech will be out tonight to fix it and I can make the next post at my leisure from my home and do things like shop for underwear at 2 a.m. if I feel like it. Due to no Internet, nobody has received any e-mail (nor, probably, will s/he, since I haven't got time at the moment).

I have some Photoshopped crap, since I've been shooping like crazy, but of course I have no way to get it to the intended recipients.

I am reasonably sure that at this point H is wondering what has become of me and/or has run off with a mandolin player from the Philippines. I don't fault him. In fact, I'll drop him a few lines.

You may now resume your regular schedule.

COMPUTER update: Still not back from the shop. They're getting a civil, but pointed, telephone call if there's no word on its status by the end of today. I'm using the library's computer to obsessively play and replay Star Wars Gangsta Rap approximately 1928571957 times.

CAT update: Callice has a vet's appointment for Thurs. She seems to be improving; I brought her food into the living room, which got her to eat more, and she has moved outside of her corner today (once to try to take a dump on the living room carpet, which I yelled at her and chased her for--she may be sick, but I don't believe she's unable to control her bowels). Apparently she can still bolt for the litter box when she's pushed to it. Anyway, I'm more hopeful about her prognosis than I was Sunday, so.

EVERYTHING update:
+ Called my insurance agent this afternoon; he thinks he can sell me an E&O policy but isn't sure since it's not something a lot of people request. He'll let me know on the morrow.
+ When one is wearing one's hair in two ponytails, as I currently am, it is impossible to be too down. I feel like an anime character. It is awesome. :D
+ H is, as ever, my support and my unpaid therapist. ♥

To whom it may concern: You know I'll fucking win, because I'll fight to the end. You won't believe your eyes once my fortunes rise.

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.

(Note to everybody who isn't Hiro: I did not cut most of this because nothing is more fun than probably making an ass of myself in public. That's what Valentine's Day is for. Plus, this is my journal so I can totally do this to you if I want. Deal.)

This entry sucks. I used to be able to write beautiful letters, or at least letters that didn't sound vaguely sarcastic and patronizing when I tried to talk about this stuff. I don't know if it's because I was more articulate when I was younger, or if it's because I was still buying into all the extraneous shit and I thought that was something that had to go with it. This isn't beautiful at all, but it's still real, and that's enough for me, and it's probably enough for you too.

It's like this. We weren't meant to be together; if we'd been born a hundred years earlier, we'd each have lived out our separate lives on distant shores and died without ever even knowing the other existed, so it's blind dumb luck that we were both born in the late 20th century and both had access to the Internet. And as you know, I am entirely capable of living without you, since I managed for 25 years before I met you. And it's not like we're the first people in the history of everything to ever be interested in each other. I suppose if one looks at the whole thing objectively, it's been just one damn thing after another and in general a bloody mess, but I don't actually give a damn because I for one am happy with it. It's been such a comedy of errors, but if it were perfect, it would be boring.

I was going to write something terribly witty and articulate and brilliant, but the words just sort of turn to crap as soon as they come out of my head. And I know we've got solid reasons for not really doing anything about anything. And I know the stuff I sent you doesn't constitute any kind of lifelong sacred commitment (and no, you DON'T have to reciprocate), so I don't really expect you to see this as some sort of Public Announcement since I think my feelings are pretty clear anyway. (Lee: Subtle Like A Sledgehammer To The Occipital.) But you said last year, "...allow yourself to think this way sometimes, since no one's that strong, at least, I'm not," and I'm not either, so I sort of have to say this or I'm going to explode, you know how it goes, and you can take it in any sense you want and you probably won't be too far wrong.

( Beautiful and tender sentiments abound beneath the cut! )

I know that sounds like a farce, but it's the truth. And that's all I've got to say.

Preliminary: I don't really feel like being online now. I notice I don't miss it very much, not because I don't give a shit about you guys or because I suddenly h8 teh Int0rbuttz, but because I tend to self-anaesthetize with the Internet and it's not good for me to do that, and right now I just don't really want to be doing things online. I am sure everybody can suck it up and deal.

Below, plz find some Fun and Exciting Adventures (by which I mean nothing of the kind) that have happened.

( Stuff )

Okay, I'm off. I'll be back if and when I feel like it. Efforts will be made to catch up with old comments.

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.