It's a weird day when I feel like I'm one of the more regular posters for our little LJ family...but I suppose that happens when everyone else is too busy living and stuff. Really, I'm just kidn of tired and putzing around though I should be getting dressed for work.

I suppose I say that a lot.

Life's been a bit crazy of late. I have all these plans and they just kind of become dynamic rolling masses that augment themselves on contact with other plans or spontaneously by themselves. For instance: Heather came--yay! She goes home and I figure, hey, I'll have a normal weekend of Scrabble and whatever. FAIL. Greg came for HP6 [yay!] and I worked Saturday..and then got asked to work Sunday, which I did because it was nice to do things other than my daily crap. I don't think this weekend thing may be so miserable after all! We'll see, right? So then, I take a weekday off because we can't have overtime--especially since we're not even really in the heat of the holiday crafting season, no matter that our freight is being shipped under Christmas labels already. I figure, I'll take a day off and have the house to myself and relax. FAIL. I take Wednesday off because Lula will have Chelsea with her so she doesn't have to work alone. Why is that fail? Because theoretically, my boss might be coming over to the house to scrapbook with momma. Blah blah blah. This weekend's plans are to go to Nicole's party thing, come home and do a belated Jacky Chan 4th of July marathon and eat Chinese with my roomie...and then basically stop spending money until Hershey. Woo. We'll see how that goes.

Today, I request my weekends for Hershey and GIJoe. We'll also have to see how that goes.

I hope to get some writing done at some point in my life. I even have an idea of how to just do a little blurb-thingie for practice. Put your music library [some are more substantial than others, cough cough Karla] on random. Press play. List the fifth, tenth and twentieth songs and write/draw/whatever about or inspired by them. It can be one of the three or all of the three, and the connexion doesn't even have to be obvious.

Anywho. I really should go get dressed now.

Yawn.

Tags: family, friends, life, random, work, writing

Okay, I had this weird encounter this morning. Setup: It is summertime, we have open windows. Consequently, bugs get in and seem to enjoy the bathroom. Yech. So I'm swiping some crunchy creatures into the toilet when I have this brief, though fairly intense brush with guilt--almost a...vegetarian streak surfacing in my mind. Or would it be vegan? I didn't want to kill the bugs...but I didn't feel like saving them either.

Anywho. Unrelated.

HP6 was pretty, even though, no offense Daniel Radcliffe, I'm kind of sick of Harry. But I've never been a huge fan--and I was thrilled that the Weasleys got as much screen time as they did [GO TWINS]. And what was SAVIOR OF THE STORY NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM DOING WITH ONLY ONE LINE AND A FEW BACKGROUND SHOTS?! SERIOUSLY.

...

But still. Gerg's here for the first time in a long time and it's been fun, as usual. We put him to some manual labor, too...as usual. Yesterday, mom, Gerg and I, sans Nicole, built a firepit. Well, sort of. We reworked the raised stone section of the backyard to include a hole for building fires. It was awesome. And hot. I'm a touch pinker than I was before, but still.

And, you know what? Blah. I'm getting hungry. I'm pretty sure we don't have much stuff for brekkers, and I am also pretty sure that I had a dream about eating poptarts because mom made coffee...this is possibly because yesterday became my Saturday, because they randomly changed my M-F schedule, without warning to me or my direct supervisor, to have of Thursday so I could work Saturday. Consequently, today has felt awfully like Monday. And it is really unsettling. Not in a bad way, just in a "Huh." kind of way.

Anywho. Should probably shoe myself. Socks first though! And I think I might stop at the Giant to pick up some strawbees. They sound very tasty right about now.

Tags: family, friends, hp, life, random, work
Current Location: family comp
Current Music: Greg's laptop sounding overheated.

These were edits to prove this should have been a twitter day, but the post was already long so I moved them to their own world:

I am missing a sword.
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I'm at a crossroads and am not entirely sure where to go from here. All the books are out of boxes [excusing those about to be put up for sale--most of which are not mine but rather Dr. Mark's]--but I have books upstairs that I want to bring down so I can sort through which I want to be where. I am afraid my subconscious might be digging for excuses to stay rolling in books. Not literally, though. That would be uncomfortable and unproductive.
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Should I have a straight-up LotR section? I have plenty of Tolkien..but not all of it is LotR. Foo. And what about Lewis? I have tons of Lewis.
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Dad came down and has been distracting me. I think I'm going to use him and his manly muscles.
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Karla, have you read any James Thurber? I'm afraid I've quite fallen for him. And I read The Phantom Tollbooth, did you like that? I think it was you or Katy who told me to read it.

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Or you AND Katy!
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Found the sword! Or, more appropriately, Dad found the sword. Silly little thing, falling behind the base of the sideshelf. Sheesh. Oh, and Mark has officially sold three books to me--I'll post a list to see if any of you are interested. Then I'll venture back into the realm of Amazon book selling...which still makes me nervous. Bleh.
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Katy's coming today! I hope she'll be interested in helping me organize. I know she's good at it.
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I've made my way upstairs so I can unload my poor little teenage girl camera so I don't over work the poor purple thing. [Read purple: Pehrpul. It's more fun that way.] Dad got his bloodwork papers in the mail today and informed me that there's a key that informs the reader that things marked with an a = abnormal values while things that are astericked = panic values. I don't know why, but we find it quite humorous. As do we find the band name "cheap sneakers" humorous.

I love my daddy.
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Back in the basement and continuing 101 Dalmations, enjoying the acting of Hugh Laurie and Mark Williams as Jasper and Horace...though every time I go to start my movie, I go for the DVD player. My copy of 101 live action is notably VHSlike.
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Ho hum. Alaphabetize? Library of Congress? Problems, problems, problems.
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I decided that Gregory needs to have sons. He will name them Ward and Cray.
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I love my Mikeh.
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I need about six more hands and two more brains to do this properly! Why oh why can I not have telekinesis! ...don't answer that. I can see it only ending in tears.
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Katy is here!!! I'm gone.

Tags: family, friends, random, twitterpated

If ever there was a day, or more acurately, a week, for twitter...it would be this.

Why? Because, in secret, in the secret secretness of my secret basement home, laboratory and dwelling, I have been projecting. Projecting? Projecting.

But what is this "projecting" that I have been doing?

While it is true that I have been projecting my voice while doing this [we all know the best workers sing while they work, or the best workers work best while singing], but I'm not using "projecting" in that sense. I'm using it in the special senseless sense that I just took the word and verbed it. Don't know what I mean? Ask Calvin. Verbify, word.

Either way, moving along. I have come to the conclusion that I am almost at the conclusion of my project and nobody else is actually awake so I can post this before I'm done anyway without having to worry much about you people finding out about it before I'm done. I'm on my last two boxes of books, and am kind of sad.

Not because I'm getting rid of anything--don't worry. And you sneaks out there, put your boxes away, you can't have them. I know you want them, but you can't have them. Not even when I die. [So there.]

But I've built, secretly in secret with the secrecy of my father's circular saw and his actual aid, a set of shelves that spans the back wall of my basement. The wall is now actually white--ceiling white, if you'd believe the paint label, but I'm not entirely sure that all ceilings are white, so I think they're just making stuff up--and the shelves are black. It's a rather nice contrast. I had a whole vision thing going on while I was planning. It was exciting. Heck, it still is.

So, like I was saying, I'm down to my last two boxes of books, and not only have I determined that I'm almost done but also that I need new/more books and I would absolutely go mad for having the entirety of the Redwall collection in full-size hardbacks. I have it on its own little shelf [since it doesn't take up the whole thing, it shares with my "borrowed books" section], and it looks...lacking. I have almost half of  them--okay, maybe a third of them--in hardback. The rest are in sad, dillapidated [spelling?] little paperbacks--except the two new ones. They're in paperback all right, but in really good condition because, unlike the others, they haven't been red four hundred times. My poor copy of Redwall [the titular novel of the series] has not only contact paper but also tape on its cover. I love that book.

...Martin the Warrior is better, though...

Anywho. I've been thinking how lovely it will be to have books and that you all will have to see it, and that I forgot how amazing it is to have books available and that STEVEN KELLOG IS ONE OF THE BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK AUTHORS/ILLUSTRATORS EVER.

What do you think Karla?

With classics like The Day Jimmie's Boa Ate the Wash under his belt, how could he not be? And I adore his tall tales collection--Paul Bunyan and Pecos Bill. [insert happy sigh here].

Anywho. Back to my movie [101 Dalmations, live action--Glenn Close is an amazing Cruella de Vil] and unpacking. Then comes the alphabetizing.

ROCK ON.

[And that's how the story ends.]

Tags: books, friends, life, random

Hey kids! Open house at the Trautman's this weekend, just give me a heads up, you're welcome to come.

Don't expect much. Smores. Awesomeness. Friends. And such.

So if you're in the area...you know the drill.

Tags: friends, invasion, random

My organs are telling me not to go to work but rather to curl up in a ball and reside in the lovely land of misery ALL DAY.

Too bad my wallet says otherwise.

Tags: life, random, work

It was about eight inches long and the thickness of my pinky.

I bring this to light because I am currently seated in the sunroom working on some unknown writing project for some unknown friend because it is massively overdue and I'm pretty sure I just saw said earthworm get eaten or at least severely pecked.

Poor earthworm.

Sidenote:

I've noticed something about being a writer, several things, actually. The first is that it does absolutely nothing for your posture, whether you are hunched over a computer, a typewriter or various and assorted notebooks, the key word remains: hunched. Also, you are inclined to be, shall we put it gently, less than well off until you are remarkably stable and well known. In these two reasons, I believe I have the source of one of the most regular writing stereotypes around: drinking. When you drink your forget the massive ache between your shoulderblades and that sickeningly empty feeling in your wallet.

It follows, then, that problem with me being a writer is that I don't actually like alcohol.

Tags: life, quotes, random, shelly, writing

As I sit here, listening to the train in the distance and NPH singing his song from the Dr. Horrible Sing-a-long Commentary, I am having a large slice of cold pizza and Irish [something] tea for breakfast.

It's a pretty good start to the day considering I woke up at three thirty and thought: I wonder if I set my alarm right... [I had to get up an hour earlier because of a quick change at work.] I had not. It was still set for five. So I set it for four.

Now I felt like crap when I went to bed last night around, oh, eight forty-fiveish, and planned on sleeping as much as possible and getting up with little time to spare.

But noooooooooooo.

So I set my alarm for four forty-five. Enough time to take a five minute shower, get ready and go without rush. Except for the wet hair thing, but that's just what it is. Oh well, right?

So I go back to "sleep."

And Promptly wake up at four twenty-three.

Dammit.

So I said screw this crap. I'll just get up now.

So here I am, pizza and tea in hand, washed and mostly dressed for work. I just need to find my socks. I think I put them in my headphones.

Tags: life, not sleeping, random, work

It's an interesting thing.

Today started slow built slow and finished slow.

I almost had a fire, almost destroyed one of my mother's pots and passed almost on the way to filling seventy five per cent of the upstairs with burny chicken smoke.

Dinner, however, was delivered on time and was quite tasty, much to my surprised joy.

The pan, however, is unhappy and needs to be scrubbed to be recognized as usable.

Still. I broke 225 in the FF12 battle chain and took an unexpected nap [part of the reason for the chicken issues].

Oh, and it would seem that I need to purchase a new red pen. Using red pen to label payments as recieved in my very official college-ruled notebook for loans is one thing when you're not also carrying it around to hemorrhage on a friend's story...so yes. New red pen.

Anywho, heading to bed because I work at five tomorrow. AM, that is. Good night, loves.

Tags: family, life, loans, random, work

Freshly sharpened pencils.

Tags: joy, random