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How this works: You comment, I give you an age and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.

[personal profile] lawless523 gave me 18.


Age: 18

I lived in: My college dormitory. The freshmen dorm, actually, in a room I shared with a roommate with whom I did not get along at all. I spent most of my time over in [profile] domacatrix's room and only went back to mine to sleep and switch out my textbooks.

I drove: When I was at my parents' house, I drove... I don't remember what year it was, but a Toyota Camry. It was a frustrating car because (1) the radio didn't work and (2) occasionally a wire or something would come loose from the battery and I wouldn't be able to start the car without a jump. It was really annoying.

I was in a relationship with: No one. My high school boyfriend and I broke up early that fall, while I was still 17. I was not exactly devastated (I don't connect well with people emotionally, at least not at a romantic level. This is why I am perpetually single).

I feared: What other people had to say about me. I was extremely self-conscious. I wanted everyone to like me and I hated that maybe they wouldn't. I got over it. Now I don't care what people think of me because, y'know, I'm not trying to make anybody else like me at the expense of my own happiness.

I worked at: I think... the children's bookstore? That was probably still just a seasonal job, then, though; I don't think I'd started on their website stuff yet. I got a job on campus as a writing tutor in the fall semester, too.

I wanted to be: Probably a writer. And probably famous. There was a while where I was convinced I could become both, and maybe teach at a university on the side. Because, y'know, the money wouldn't matter at all because I'd be famous.


Age: 27

I live in: "Half a house", as [personal profile] lawless523 would put it, but actually an end-unit row-home in Baltimore City.

I drive: A 2001 Toyota Avalon.

I am in a relationship with: No one. Reference above my inability to emotionally connect with people.

I fear: Snakes. Those things are terrifying, man. Also that Gus-cat might have another seizure (we're in the process of weaning him off his epilepsy medication, which is very exciting but very slow) and have to go back on his full dosage. Also that my house won't sell, when I do finally put it back on the market. Whenever that might be.

I work at: A medical publisher.

I want to be: You know what? I'd still like to be a writer. I can live without being famous, and definitely have no interest in teaching anymore. But the writing bit is still true.
kageotogi: (cherry)
So I'm in La Jolla, California for work right now, and tonight I went to dinner in downtown La Jolla with a coworker. We caught a cab there, walked around a while, had dinner, and got a cab back. Pretty normal, right? It was, mostly -- the cabbie asked us where we were from and if we'd heard of this exotic thing called 'snow' and was generally just joking around with us. And then something strange happened.

He asked, "So, have you ever heard of the show Cash Cab?"

We answered in the affirmative, and he flashed the overhead lights and said "Great, because you're in one."

We didn't believe him at first, and we laughed. And then, when he didn't laugh with us, I chimed in with, "Wait, are you serious?"

Yeah, he was totally serious.

We spent a fifteen minute drive trying to answer questions that we should have known the answers to (some of them I did know and the answer was on the tip of my tongue and I just kept drawing blanks. I'd say stuff like "I know she was in the Clinton administration... And it starts with an 'M'..." and he'd confirm I was right, but we'd pretty much have to give up because we couldn't remember in a reasonable amount of time). So out of four (maybe five?) questions, we answered one correctly, and the last one we started to answer but arrived at our destination and had to cut the game short. (Which is too bad, because we knew that one.)

It was incredibly surreal. But yeah, I was in a cash cab this evening, and I felt like the dumbest person on the planet. So that happened.

Be awake!

Dec. 7th, 2012 02:31 am
kageotogi: (cherry)
So this is what I do: I stay up until, like, two-thirty in the morning on a Thursday (well, I guess it's Friday now) when pretty much everyone I know is asleep so they can get up to go to work the next day (or working the night shift), and then I get pissy because no one is answering my emails.

I swear I don't normally do this. Normally I send an email and am all "Yep, I'll wait a few days to hear from them, it'll be good!". But at two-something in the morning? No. I expect an immediate reply.

Clearly this is a totally normal, rational response.
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Yesterday was a really informative day. I took the day off work so I could run some errands and take the cat to the vet, so, in chronological order, this is what I learned:

1. If you live on a half-street like I do (it's an avenue, but it's like an alley) where it is necessary to often park your car partially on the sidewalk, you can do some serious damage to your tires. I found a flat tire on my passenger side when I went to go to dance on Tuesday (alas, I never made it there) This was mildly upsetting for two reasons. One, I just bought four brand new tires a little over a year ago and two, a few months ago my driver's side tire was slashed and had to be replaced. This one didn't look slashed, so I drove my car around the corner to get the tire patched yesterday morning. It turns out that sidewalk parking can actually damage your tire badly enough that you cannot patch it: I had about a one-inch slit in the tread of the tire. The nice man who helped me found me a gently used tire and put it on, however, so I'm $40 poorer but a little more knowledgeable. No more brand new tires for me! (At least... not until I live somewhere that doesn't require sidewalk parking.)

2. My around-the-corner tire place also does general maintenance. One of the other customers waiting there (he was replacing his battery) told me he won't go anywhere else for car maintenance, as he's found these guys are the fastest, nicest, and fairest people around. I already have a semi-regular mechanic over near where my parents live, but that's an hour's drive away. I might have to look into replacing him with these guys, since they're only two minutes down the street.

3. This past Wednesday, I set about weeding the little area between my back fence and the parking lot behind my house (the business that owns the lot has always down the landscaping, so I never had to worry about it before. I think they're cutting costs or something, because their landscapers are never out there anymore and, well, the area between my fence and their parking lot was ridiculously unruly), and I broke the first cardinal rule of gardening: even if it's hot, wear long sleeves. So I went to work Thursday with my arms covered in red bumps. I wasn't sure if it was poison ivy (to which I am terribly allergic, or thought I was) or bug bites (chiggers?) or what. So Friday after the tire place, I drove down to the local walk-in clinic. The verdict was poison ivy, even though it doesn't itch nearly as badly as I remembered and my face hasn't swollen up like it did the past several times I caught it. To be fair, the last time I had poison ivy was, like, my freshman year of high school, but it was still pretty awful. I think I had to take school pictures with my face swollen to twice its usual size. Awful. (I hope we burned those.)

Anyway, what I learned (and wish I'd known back in my teen and pre-teen years): if you go to the clinic for poison ivy, the wonderful nurse practitioner will write you a prescription. This prescription is to be used on thick skin only (so not your face or neck), but basically it keeps the oil of the poison ivy from spreading... and reduces the rash and bumps so they're barely noticeable. Whereas I looked like I had the plague yesterday morning, today no one knew I had poison ivy until I mentioned it and told them not to hug me (just in case. Technically, it's not contagious unless they tried to scratch my arms, but still. Just in case).

4. While at the clinic, I also got a tetanus booster. I think the last time I got one was right before I went to college, so I was due. The shot didn't hurt a bit, but the nurse must have used extra-strength band-aids or something. It's been over 24 hours and I've taken several showers in the interim and I still can't peel that thing off. (And, when I try, it feels like I'm trying to take off several layers of skin.) My upper arm also hurts like crazy, and it turns out that instead of asking for the shot in my non-dominant arm, what I should do is request that they give me the shot on the side I don't normally sleep on. Because ow.

5. After the clinic, I took the cats to the vet. There, I learned that my epileptic, seizure-prone cat has somehow developed a heart murmur. Whether this was physiologically caused by stress (it happens, but it's unusual) or if this is an actual condition, I have no idea. I'll find out in a few weeks when I take said cat to the veterinary cardiologist. Because apparently that's a thing.

Meanwhile, my less-than-intelligent-it's-a-good-thing-he's-pretty, totally healthy cat continues to be totally healthy. So at least there's that.

6. After learning that my cat has a heart murmur (which will probably just require frequent monitoring or pills, but shouldn't effect him at all and is only concerning because he's only 3 and 3-5 years are apparently the ages when Bad Things can start to happen), I went home and decided I needed comfort food. Because while my cats didn't give two craps about their veterinary experience, I was itchy and upset because my already highly-medicated cat (seriously, this cat. I have to keep a close eye on his diet and his bowel movements just to make sure he isn't experiencing liver damage as a result of his epilepsy medication) had a heart murmur. So I covered myself in calomine lotion (for the itch) and ordered a pizza.

Turns out the delivery guy doesn't know better than to stare at the pink-blotched, puffy eyed chick who answers the door. Though in his defense, pink-blotched and puffy eyed though I was, I hadn't had the foresight to put pants on over the boxers I was wearing as pajama bottoms. And said boxers are green with bright pink crabs on them. Y'know. To go with the calomine lotion.

Whatever. That pizza was frickin' delicious.
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A list of things, because I'm too tired to put things into proper paragraphs and attempt at transitions.

1. My next-door neighbors are fighting. I know this because I can hear them through the shared wall. I'm not trying to eavesdrop, but, uh, oh well?

2. Tried to install (a borrowed copy of) Fallout 3 today and failed. Several times, in fact. For some reason the install keeps getting hung up and bottoming out. Alas. I will never get to play Fallout. I will have to appease myself with other flights of fancies.

3. I haven't written anything -- anything, guys -- aside from marketing copy at work in weeeeeeks. It's really sad. The muse is leaving me high and dry, and I've been trying to devote more time into editing the Novel From Hell and less into writing, and apparently that's come back to bite me on the ass. So that's fun.

4. Gave my cats catnip for the first time earlier this week. Cat 1 was all "Yeah, whatever. This is lame". He's used to harder drugs, you see. Cat 2 got very wide-eyed (this is more impressive if you know that he is already naturally quite wide-eyed) and then tried to climb up the walls. This was hilarious until a curtain fell on him. :X He was fine, for the record, and spent the rest of the night trying to get Cat 1 to play with him.

5. Today I re-grouted my shower. Woot! It looks pretty good, if I do so say so myself, but I was kind of lazy about cleaning up the grout haze, so I'm going to have to get a cheesecloth rag and work at that later. (I was informed the other day that when you start enjoying trips to the hardware/home improvement stores, that's when you have to go bury all your childhood dreams in the backyard. Haha. Oops. I've always enjoyed those trips. What does this say about me?)

6. We went through a derecho about a month ago, and I can't remember if I wrote about it or not (I don't think I did). The winds were so high that my house was trembling and my bed actually shook with every wind gust. And my front living room window leaked. Scary (and annoying). And then I lost power for four days. Yay! Now I'm traumatized by thunderstorms and hide under blankets (or turn the TV up real loud) when the thunder starts. It's ridiculous. Hopefully it will stop soon, because thunderstorms are really cool normally and eff you, weather.

7. I managed to injure myself three times today while doing very mundane things. I mauled my finger while trying to pull up the stuck zipper on a dress. I cut the palm of my hand while slicing a tomato (seriously?). And I bonked my head against the bottom of the sink while refilling an air freshener in the bathroom. My hands are all sliced up and the side of my head is bruised. I gave up doing things after that and tried to play video games (see Item 2, above), then gave up on that and managed to stub my toe against the side of the refrigerator. 9_9 I swear, I am not usually this accident prone, and at this point I'm amazed I didn't drown while re-grouting the shower.

8. Got a book from the library and it is SO BORING but I feel like I have to read the whole stupid thing because I've been a little neurotic lately and ugh. A coworker nearly spilled coffee on me yesterday when I stopped very suddenly to rearrange an entire bookshelf by specialty and then by author, title, and edition. Because that was clearly a great use of my time.

The end.
kageotogi: (btw ilu)
So I'm addicted to ModCloth. I'm pretty much visiting the website once a day now so I can drool over the new arrivals (and scan my wishlist to see if any of the "out of stock" dresses I want are back in stock. They never are, alas). It's a problem, you guys. Make it stop.

(My latest WANT WANT WANT: this dress.)

At least this is better than my obsession with White House Black Market, right? Better for my wallet, at least. Though since I'm still technically shopping at both... Eek. Let's not think about that too hard. :)

...there was more that I wanted to say, but now I've completely forgotten it. Oh well. Honey badger don't care.
kageotogi: (brotherly love)
[personal profile] lawless523 posted this and, well, someone (*coff[profile] masteroftroublecoff*) keeps kvetching about how I never update my journal even though I say I will, so here. I did a meme.

I've done it before, and I'm sure y'all know the rules. Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post the list with your answers to your Journal. By commenting, others can get lists from you, and so we keep the meme running.

The seven question meme. Read at your own risk, because apparently I made every answer into a novel. )
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I just used Pandora because, well, I cleared out most of my music the last time I was doing a hard drive sweep. So, there we are.

Put your media player of choice on shuffle.

The first song is the overall theme for the Apocalypse.
Billy Joel - It's Still Rock & Roll to Me

The second song if the one that plays during your first Zombie kill.
Queen - Another One Bites the Dust

The third song plays while you're getting chased by a Horde.
Osvaldo Pugliese - Chique

The fourth song plays when you're forced to kill your loved one.
Far East Movement - Like a G6

The fifth song plays when you find your new love interest.
Florindo Sassone - Don Juan

The sixth song plays when you make your final stand.
Sexteto Mayor - Libertango

The seventh song plays when you (think you) make it through it all.
The Script - For the First Time

The eighth song plays when you discover a bite mark on you.
John Farnham - We Will Rock You

...my zombie track list apparently involves a lot of tango music. Fun fact!
kageotogi: (brotherly love)
Sometime between ten o'clock last night and eight this morning, all the sound on my cell phone just... turned off. So now I have a glorified answering machine, I guess. Very inconvenient.

I have a query in with my service provider to see if they can fix it and/or if they'll offer me a deal on a new phone. But I can't really afford a new phone right now and, more to the point, I use the cell for pretty much everything. Phone calls, sure, but also my alarm in the morning and my alert for when it's time to give my cat his medication. So working around the silence is going to be fun and exciting.
kageotogi: (btw ilu)
So the upside to being miserable for the whole week is that I got a lot of reading done. No writing or knitting or anything, but tons of reading. So there's that.

I'm recuperating, albeit slowly. Today I feel rather as though my oral surgeon punched me in the jaw a few hundred times, but since that's better than the sensation of someone jackhammering my gumline, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. So to speak.

I started bruising yesterday. The swelling is mostly gone, but the bruising is totally more noticeable, thus making my week-long discomfort more obvious. It's a little satisfying, actually. I've been paranoid that my mother (I've been staying with her since after the surgery, mostly because my recovery period has mostly consisted of me being too groggy and drugged up to do anything for myself until today) thinks I'm making it all up, but the bruising is totally proof that I'm not. Well, that and the fact that until this morning I couldn't really open my mouth wide enough to successfully use utensils. There's that, too.

Anyway. I'm going home tomorrow. I managed to go the whole day without falling asleep in the recliner I have taken over as my own (it's the little things, guys), and anyway I kind of scheduled a guy to come out and do a property inspection tomorrow morning, so I have to be there anyway. (I scheduled it two weeks ago assuming I'd be better and back to my normal life by Wednesday, at the very latest, and now regret not postponing said inspection at least another week, but c'est la vie. While I could probably use another day of recuperation, I think I'll manage on my own. Because I'm a fucking adult.)

...I forgot where I was going with this. So, yes. I get my stitches out on Monday (yay!), so until then just have to practice opening my mouth like a real person. Y'know, so the surgeon doesn't have to cut my mouth open like the Black Dahlia/Heath Ledger's Joker/insert-your-own-cultural-reference-here in order to inspect my gums and remove those annoying little black stitches that confuse me into thinking I perpetually have food stuck behind my teeth.

Seriously. It's annoying.

...the end.
kageotogi: (cherry)
My mouth hurts and apparently oxycodone does really bad things to my stomach. Like, really, really bad things. Ugh.

Had a weird half-remembered dream about Star Trek while the doctors had me under. I don't remember what series of Star Trek it was (probably either OS or the new movie version, because those are the two sub-treks that I actually pay attention to/know relatively well) or what happened, but I know Star Trek was involved. I communicated this to my mother (who drove me there and back) via hand signals. Mainly by miming sleep and then doing the "Live long and prosper" gesture.

She totally got it.

My cats are trying to make me feel better by stepping on my face. That would be way better if their paws were ice cold and could effectively numb my jaw/mouth.

Have been pathetic and sleepy and lethargic for two days now. Ready for that to stop.

NEW GAME! Ask me a question -- any question -- and I will answer it. It can be as serious or ridiculous as you'd like.
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So I went ahead and got a Dreamwidth account. It seemed like the cool thing to do, so I hopped aboard that bandwagon. Um. Cross-posting. It will happen. Also, I never check my "FRIENDS!" page on Dreamwidth but check the LJ "FRIENDS!" page almost daily, so I'm way more likely to see things posted on LJ than Dreamwidth, seeing as how I continually forget I made a journal on DW. So yes.

One of the really cool things about my job is that I get to read medical books all the time, which means I'm pretty much constantly learning new things. For instance, I now know waaaaaay more than I ever wanted to know about hepatitis, and that has effectively scared the desire to ever get a tattoo out of me. Y'know. Just in case. I also know a crapton too much about childbirth, and that knowledge makes my entire reproductive system cringe in horror. So that's fun.

Anyway. I'm a worrier by nature, so that works against me. You know how when you have a stomachache, you might go to WebMD to figure out what's causing said stomachache and -- more importantly -- how you can make it stop, and then you leave WebMD convinced you have a tumor or something? My job lets me take that to the next level. I will be feeling PERFECTLY FINE, and then I'll go edit or format a chapter about ocular tumors, remember that "omg, my eye hurt, like, last week", and subsequently convince myself that my eyes are riddled with tumors.

This is all true.

Semi-related note: I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow (since, y'know, I've been putting it off for three years). I'm not worried about the surgery or whatever. I did manage to work myself into a frenzy last week over the medications I need to take, though. I called up my mother and fretted into the phone about how I was totally going to have an allergic reaction and die because I live alone and my cats steadfastly refuse to learn how to use the phone. All her reassurances were met with a petulant "If I die, you're going to feel really guilty about telling me not to worry!", and I think she eventually just gave up because she agreed that my allergy-induced death was inevitable.

Never mind that I'm not, to my knowledge, allergic to anything except possibly goat cheese and antibacterial handsoap (non-antibacterial soap is totally fine), and that those possible allergies are both incredibly mild. Clearly, I'm going to die via an unforeseen reaction to prescription drugs.

Anyway, I'm over that now.

kageotogi: (warm fuzzies)
It's that time of year again. I'm going to spend the next week or two writing holiday cards, so if anyone here would like one, please comment with your full name and address. Comments will be screened -- promise.

As an added bonus, if I have time, I'll try to write little fics or head-canon character information or something in the cards, so if you would like something like that, please give me a fic prompt, character question, or whatever and I'll see what I can do.

So, to sum up:

PS: I know I'm totally behind on this, but does everyone else hate the new "New Post" formatting here? I mean, what is up with this shindig?
kageotogi: (zombie says what)
Happy Halloween!

The Trick-or-Treat game is still available until midnight tonight, when NaNoWriMo starts, so get those in now!

So I almost never get trick-or-treaters -- I got none last year, and I think maybe I got one the year before? -- so this year I went out and bought full size candy bars, not the fun size ones. So even if I get no kidlets knocking on my door, I'll win. TAKE THAT, WORLD!

...I promised a post about my trip to Ireland back in mid-September. Whoops. Clearly I forgot. Maybe this weekend...?

Planning to go dancing tonight dressed as a zombie. I'm just hoping I can figure out how to un-bloody myself enough that I don't look weird and red-stained when I come to work, or to my tango class.
kageotogi: (a nice murder)
Okay, I've stolen this from [livejournal.com profile] photoash, who actually stole it from someone else, but meh. All in good fun!

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'. Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and... well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics (please leave a character/pairing if you want one of these ♥!), graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my f'list, whatever).

The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
kageotogi: (five o'clock somewhere)
I'm back from my grand Ireland/UK adventure! ...and back at work.

The lingering jet lag makes answering my emails twice as difficult, but at least everyone is willing to pester me with and for stories and I'm not completely embroiled in work yet. Good things!

Lots of little adventures during my two and a half weeks away. Highlights: got patted down by security (twice!), saw tons of sights I didn't see the last time I was there (and twice as many sheep), and discovered a new bad habit (Jameson and ginger ale? Yes please!). Lowlights: lots of rain (though nothing we couldn't handle), my cohort's luggage was sent to Tel Aviv instead of Dublin (she got it back before we left Dublin for Galway, but it was a close thing!), and I managed to break my shoes (and then subsequently superglue my fingers together -- oops).

Stories later? Perhaps. First I need to barrel through my threatening-to-explode-or-implode-I-really-don't-know-which email inbox. Sad face.
kageotogi: (talking to a chimp)
Earthquakes, hurricanes, and tropical storms, oh my!

So my city is under a tropical storm warning today. This is not what I want to talk about, because I'm seriously tired of hearing about it and I'm sure you all are, too. But I did want to share this:

Today I went out for lunch and then followed that two-hour outing up with a trip to the Target, the comic book store, a drug store, and a liquor store. The restaurant where I ate lunch? Deserted, excepting the employees, me and my companion, and one other family. The Target? Nearly deserted. The comic book and drug store? The employee(s) (one in the comic book store, two in the drug store) and I were it. The liquor store? PACKED. It was like the entire city had descended upon the store all at once.

So it's at least good to know that we have our priorities straight, right? Right.
kageotogi: (clean all the things)
...stolen from [livejournal.com profile] iamnotvoldemort and [livejournal.com profile] masteroftrouble. BECAUSE I CAN.

1. Make a list of 5 things that you can see without getting up.
My television, a not-very-good book, several pillows, my cell phone, the front door.

2. How do you style your hair?
I normally have it in a ponytail. I wore it down today, just for funsies, but normally my hair annoys me and so I just keep it back.

3. What are you wearing now?
Yoga pants and a tank top.

4. What's your occupation?
Product Manager. Basically, it's a book editor who Does Everything.

5. What do you hear right now?
The television is on and tuned to the Discover Channel, for some reason. So something about sexy monkeys? I don't even know.

6. Who was the last person you hugged?
No one you know~

7. What is/was for dinner?
I had mozzarella sticks and a beer. Yum!

8. What did you do today?
I mowed the lawn, cleaned the house, read a book, admired the rain, and then went on a date.

9. Dog person or cat person?
I like both, but I'm more of a cat person.

10. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
I quite like my name... Under what circumstances would I have to change it, exactly? I mean, if I adopted a new identity to escape from the watchful eyes of the feds or went the other direction and joined the Witness Protection Program, wouldn't my new name depend on where I was going and the available social security numbers? Like if I was farming an identity?

11. What was the last thing that you bought?
Dinner. Before that, a pair of shoes. Or a luggage tag. I forget which came first.

12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Lots of places! I would go to Ireland way more often, I'll tell you that. And San Diego. And Japan. And Italy. SO MANY PLACES.

13. Where do you see yourself in five years?
Probably somewhere similar to now. I like my job, I like my house, I like my life... So maybe a place similar to where I am now, but with more accomplished? I'd like to have a few manuscripts out or some such within the next five years, at least.

14. Where's your birthmark?
I have one on my left palm and another on the outside of my left knee.

15. What are you doing this weekend?
This past weekend? I went shopping, I had book club, and then I did all the stuff I already mentioned today. So yes.

16. Which book are you reading at the moment?
The Sunday Philosophy Club. It's kind of a long read. I'm kind of reading it because I feel like I have to at this point.

17. The last movie you've seen?
I last saw Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides in theatres, but I watched the original, Rat Pack version of Ocean's Eleven last night at home.

18. What are you doing tomorrow?
Working, and then hopefully going dancing.
kageotogi: (deep breaths)
NaNoWriMo is hosting an event called Camp NaNoWriMo, which is pretty much the same 50k/month word challenge except over the course of July and then August. I signed up for it, but haven't really written a word. I was playing with several ideas but the one I really wanted to do -- a collection of short, semi-autobiographical stories (including stories about ice cream trucks, nuns, and guys who take off their pants for no good reason) -- wound up putting me in a bind. I'm really bad at beginning stories, and a collection of shorts is really nothing but beginnings. I decided to put that on hiatus. I also considered writing an old fanfic idea I'd been playing with, but scratched that as well: that's a story that, if I write it, I want to write it well, and rushing it through a month isn't the way to go.

So, finally, I've decided to skip the Camp NaNoWriMo challenge and instead just make myself write every day on a single story or script (I haven't decided which medium would be better for the idea I have in mind; I'm leaning toward script right now, but I hate writing script so I'm questioning that judgment). I'm starting that today; I sketched out an opening scene for the script version and might try writing it in prose to see how it reads later, but so far it's a decent start.

Unrelated things!

I mentioned in my last post that I was heading to Ireland this fall. I'm really looking forward to that. Things I'm not looking forward to? Well, I have to make an appointment with an oral surgeon. I went to the dentist last week and found out that one of my wisdom teeth (because I haven't had them taken out) was starting to press against one of the molars, which is a Bad Thing. So I need to have it removed, and the dentist recommended I get them all removed while I was at it. My mother has already agreed to cart me to and from the surgeon; I just need to make the appointment. (But guys, I haaaaate the dentist.) I'm going to try and schedule that for after Ireland but before the zombie run in October.

I apparently didn't mention the zombie run in my last post. Whoops! Um, long story short? RUN FOR YOUR LIVES is a 5k obstacle course in which the people running also have to avoid zombies. It's more of a speed and wit thing than anything else, and they were looking for both zombie and running volunteers... so I volunteered to participate as a zombie. I'm looking forward to it, but don't want to have my zombie moans be literal moans of "WHY DOES MY MOUTH HURT SO MUCH?". If that makes sense.

If it does come to that, then there might be heavy drinking involved. Just saying.

The other doctor's appointment I have coming up -- the one I actually scheduled, since I've put it off for over a year now -- is with a dermatologist for a skin cancer screening. Skin cancer is a huge risk in my family (my grandfather died of it) and when my mother was screened last year I promised I would do it shortly after. My appointment is the week (or two weeks? I'd have to look) after I get back from Ireland. That won't be so bad but I'm freaking out a little that they might actually find something, which is stupid because I'm relatively good about wearing sunscreen and really, what are the chances? But still, it's something I'm really trying not to think about right now.

Friend A signed up to do speed dating this evening, and because she didn't want to walk around downtown by herself and I (a) am perpetually single and (b) will try pretty much anything once, I signed up with her. I don't expect much of anything to come out of it, but it should at least be interesting, right? Right. If I get any good stories out of it, I will report back. Promise promise!
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I'm not really this boring guys, am I? Seriously. I used to post just about every day, and now I'm lucky if I can think of something to write maybe once a month. Did I just get more boring, or have I come to a point in my life where I think there's nothing worthwhile to say?


My salsa classes (did I mention I've been taking salsa classes?) ended a month or so ago, so I took an Argentine tango class for a month. It was a lot of fun, but not enough people wanted to continue on so when the class ended on Tuesday, I signed up for a swing/waltz combo class that started yesterday. I'm really enjoying the dancing, and I've met a number of lovely people. All good things.

Friend A and I are headed to Ireland in September, and that's going to be wonderful. I'm dying for a vacation and, really, that break can't come soon enough. Flights and hotels are booked. Travel while in-country hasn't been set, but most of it is easy enough to do while there. And my boss and I have agreed that we'll cover for one another while the other is on vacation (she's off for a few weeks just before I leave. Then she gets back and a few days later, I leave. Very convenient!), so I know my projects will be fine while I'm gone... which means nothing to worry about at work! It's really cool having a boss who is comfortable letting me do (or delegate) all her work while she's gone and is then willing to return the favor.

I painted my house this past weekend. It's pretty now.

And that's it. I have nothing else right now. So... Until next time?


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