Cimply Be

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 02:44:07 GMT

I'm at the family holiday...thing and I'm about two seconds from drinking. Pretty much because everyone else is and I know my limit - if I'd started with them I'd be passed out right now. But I can start now. ^_^

I shared my views on how I would be a lesbian if I didn't hate chicks. Let's face it, girls are much hotter than guys, but we're effing crazy. But it wasn't until we started having a whole lesbian conversation in the kitchen that I realized that Tammy is gay and Chris (who I already knew was gay) is not actually related to me but is partners with Tammy. Learn something new every day!

And Patty is already to the point where before she gets into any conversation she has to remind everyone that she's been drinking.

God I love my family.

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 09:46:38 GMT

Oh God, it's almost 4am and I just discovered this.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 07:03:48 GMT

Just a hint. To anyone who wants to buy a football helmet for little kids for Christmas...

Consider how tall the kid is. If he's right at about crotch-height, wait another year or two.

Was reminiscing about Christmases past and just thought I'd share that little bit of advice.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:49:36 GMT

All I'm saying is, it really shouldn't be this hard to find someone interested in RPing as Ron Weasley. The boy is frickin adorable. And yet, everywhere I turn, there's nothing but Ron-hate. It's all over my buddy list. This makes me sad.

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:54:04 GMT

And now I'm seriously considering going AGR. Need to talk to a recruiter. Would hate to have to leave my current unit, because I like the people there, and I don't want my other option to be to go to B Co. But to be able to use my military experience in a job, I'd have to move to the east coast and work in intel, and I don't want to move. I want to be in the military, but without having to move every few years, and job hunting sux. Not really sure if AGR is the answer. Will have to find out.

Really am going to hate leaving my unit if that's what ends up happening. But I'm not moving to Moreno Valley and I'm not driving an hour one way to get to work every day so...

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:32:49 GMT

Hurrah! I'm going to get to see my sister graduate from OCS!

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:37:12 GMT

My house is the Cricket Graveyard. My dog is the Cricket Goddess of Death.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:02:42 GMT

Operation: Stab'em Dead

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 23:58:52 GMT

I just read an entire trashy romance novel that didn't have any sex in until the last 20 pages. I'd ask for my money back except, well, I got the book for free so I guess I can't complain too much...

Still! Who picks up trashy romance novels if not for the questionably-steamy action? Know your audience!

Erm, Opps

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 06:36:25 GMT

I accidentally deleted the 'Friends' group from my AIM buddy list. -_- So now if it's not someone I currently/have RPed with, I don't have anyone's AIM name. Whoops.

Leave it here so I can talk to you!

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 05:09:20 GMT

I'm so fucking bored.

There's nothing to do on this TDY but sit in my hotel room and...not RPG, that's for sure, since no one seems inclined to play. I hate to sound so pessimistic, but between some people lost in their own neurotic messes and others just not giving a shit anymore I'm sitting with my thumbs up my ass doing nothing in either the online or real world. The one person all day who's deigned to have anything to do with me is so annoying I want to punch his teeth in.

And I fucking hate it. I sleep half the say away because there's just shit else to do.

Depression, ho! Bleak lethargy spotted on the horizon! Tomorrow's forcast: sleeping for 16 hours BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL ELSE AM I GOING TO DO? NEBRASKA SUCKS! And so does Sic.

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 21:56:02 GMT

When you buy a game to play it for purely nostalgic reasons and then realize belatedly that you bought the wrong version...it kind of sucks. I know Oregon Trail 3 is still Oregon Trail, but I wanted to play 2, damnit, because that's the one I remember. Ah well.

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 00:22:36 GMT

Why are there no LJ communities for stalkers? We need a place to hang our heads in shame while secretly trading tips under cuts.

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 02:07:41 GMT

Yeah, so, I'm in Nebraska. It's...fun. *headdesk*

Would it be social-fail to go to omaha_lj and ask for someone to hang out with me for a month? I've been here almost a week now and haven't left the hotel room except for class and food. My classmates all live or have lived here before, so they've got their friends, and I keep getting "Oh, um, yeah I'll call you if we decide to do something" and then no calls.

I hate being the outsider. If we were all new to Omaha it wouldn't be a problem, but no, just me.

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 01:54:08 GMT

So, have you ever been thinking (daydreaming) about something rather private but in a public setting, and then get irrationally afraid thinking that somehow the guy next to you can hear your thoughts?

'Cause that happens to me a lot.

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 22:46:59 GMT

Good god, if Clay has one more useless, needless break-down I'm going to scream and flee back to my dad's house. And I've only been here 3 hours!

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 05:24:30 GMT

You know what's hard about job searching? Not wanting any job. It's not that I don't want to work, I really do, but I don't really aspire to be anything. As a little kid, I never said to myself "When I grow up I want to be a [whatever]." And I still don't. I always said "When I grow up, I want to be happy and have a yard and 2.5 kids." Although these days it's closer to 'one kid, a dog, and a ferret. that's like 2.5, right?' So when all you want to do is work, I'm at a loss on what job to shoot for that's not something dead-end.

But that doesn't mean I have no ambition. I think that whole 'yard and kids and happy' thing counts.

And you know what else? When I have a kid? He's going to be in pain. Because I'm going to let my kid do everything he's not supposed to. He's going to run around outside and fall out of trees and jump his bike off home-made ramps that don't really work and fall over and get into fights and run into walls. He'll fling rubber bands at people and then catch one in the eye. I'll teach him how to shoot and how to swim in lakes and hike through poison ivy.

And all the other mothers will disapprove, but years later my kid will be well adjusted and middle class but their kids will be work-a-holic, making more money, but living about the same because they'll spend all their money on medical bills and therapists because they're neurotic.

And I will dye my hair purple and laugh at everyone.

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:07:51 GMT

Being home with my family again makes me feel like such a lazy slob. They get up and do more things before lunch than I do all day. Then again, they have more things to do. I'm both unemployed and on vacation - it's not like I have any chores and/or errands.

I still feel so useless right now.

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 02:09:53 GMT

I think my writing ability decreases the more I RP. I haven't done an actual fic (besides that one smut piece) in a long...long time. Couldn't even manage to get out more than a page on NaNo last year. And now, reading over some of my recent RP tags and comparing them to good writers? I don't think I would let myself play in my own game. Good lord. I've got to work on something. Maybe that nazi story again...

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 19:14:19 GMT

Had Department Interview for LAPD on Wed. Was not selected. Can try again in 3 months. Want to eat ice cream now.

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:36:35 GMT

I should not feel this bummed that a celeb I have a crush on moved. I've met him once, it didn't go well. I wasn't going to meet him again, and now I'm...still not going to meet him again.

It makes me think strange things. Like how I keep obsessing over men I'll never have, to the detriment of finding a 'real' relationship, and how I'm afraid of success when it comes to interpersonal dealings, and how I'm so frikkin lonely it hurts some days, and how I've never had a real relationship, and how I never like someone unless they're unattainable, and how I even when I do like people I tend to view my own feelings as a 'burden.' Like how I never told Brian I liked him because I didn't want to feel like I was fostering my own feelings off on him. I don't like feeling like liking someone is such a horrible thing. I should be able to enjoy having a crush on someone. Why can't I enjoy it?

Why can't I like someone that I actually know? That would probably help a little. So would getting out of the house.

So long as he lived down the street, I could justify not doing anything in the male department because I kept telling myself that I'm different now. "I'm not like I was in high school, I can be forward, I can get the guy I like. And why shouldn't I? Why should I not actually try to get the person I want?" And then continued to sit on my ass. It's like I was using my own supposed self-change to just turn around and justify not changing at all. It doesn't help that I'd half convinced myself that this coincidence of location was a 'sign' of some sort. I don't even believe in signs. Except when I do. -_-

It doesn't help that this all comes on the heels of job and money and housing troubles. And by 'troubles' I mean 'lack of job/money/housing.'

Yes, I said this:

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 06:04:52 GMT

(re: cute boys and my habit of attacking them) "Well how can you catch them if you don't chase them a little first?"

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 11:00:26 GMT

I hate it when I'm strolling along on a good, snarky little blog or something, and everyone's pretty much in tune and making funny comments, picking apart some moronic something-or-other from the news or another blog or whatever...

And then someone with a dissenting view comes along. And they make a decent point. And maybe it's not a 'rock your world' argument or even a correct one, but they make it reasonably and politely. And suddenly all the commenters are tearing apart said 'troll' with such vitriolic hate, such gross over-simplification, such rampantly offensive accusations, that I can't read anything else on the blog. Ever. Because I know that these aren't really smart people, but those people who only look smart so long as they are surrounded by yesmen.

And then I'm sad. Because I love snark. I wish I could just go through life not noticing when funny people are asses. I wouldn't be terribly smart or fair, in fact I'd turn into the kind of person I'm complaining about, but I get the feeling I'd probably be more amused.

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:41:21 GMT

Well this sucks. I have to go to AT with the Guard in addition to that school I signed up for, and it means I'll end up missing both Azkatraz and ComiCon.

Now I'm a sad monkey.

At least I won't be a broke monkey, since this means I'll be making money for two weeks instead of spending money for two weeks. Regardless. I know what we're training on and I'd rather be broke.

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 20:55:15 GMT

I can't wait until pottersues has another fanfic contest. I've got a doozey of a self-insert brewing.