7.31.01, 9:13am
Energy drink (sorta) number five:
Sobe Energy. Tastes ok. Doesn't do much, though.
7.31.01, 6:55am
This morning, there was a black VW Fox parked on the corner near my house.
My first thought was "MOM!"
7.30.01, 2:19pm
Blatantly stolen from Carol, who stole it from Jo who stole it from Daisy. I fully expect to see this on one or more of my friends' sites in a day or two.
Number..
- ..of times I have been in love: Three.
- ..of times I have had my heart broken: Truly broken? Once. Stomped on hard, but will mend? Too many times to count.
- ..of hearts I have broken: Too many. Though I suspect they were all stomping sort.
- ..of boys I have kissed: Waaaaay too many.
- ..of girls I have kissed: Two.
- ..of boys I've slept with: That is classified information.
- ..of girls I've slept with: Also Classified.
- ..of continents I have lived in: One.
- ..of drugs taken illegally: One. All it did was make me sleep. What a waste.
- ..of people I would classify as true, could trust with life-type friends: Two.
- ..of people I consider my enemies: None personally. There are people that I legitimately hate, though. And several that stand for absolutely everything I'm opposed to, so they're sorta enemies.
- ..of people from high school that I stayed in contact with: None.
- ..of cd's that I own: 220, give or take a few.
- ..of piercings: Three.
- ..of tattoos: None.
- ..of scars on my body: 4, slightly visible.
7.30.01, 2:12pm
Figured out something..
I think I'm going to have an extra 11.54 taken out of each paycheck for the rest of the year (I get paid every other week. I'm getting the full $300. You do the math. I need to figure out how much of that I've missed so far and see if I can apply it retroactively.) The $300 bribe.. erm "Tax Relief" check is, as we all know by now, an advance on next year's tax refund. With my luck, it's likely that I'm going to end up owing next year because of this (*grrrrrrrr.* Fuck you Shrub, and your corporate cronies. You're killing Social Security for your rich bastard buddies, and are in the process of screwing the rest of us.) so I want to plan now. It wouldn't surprise me if the long-range goal of this is to further bankrupt those that don't make a lot of money (netting profit for the credit card companies that spent untold millions trying to get a change to the bankruptcy laws passed); when the tax bill comes due next year, there are so many people who are going to have problems paying it.
Yeah yeah, I know. Never attribute to malice what is just plain
stupidity. But you and I both know this isn't plain old stupidity
at work here.
7.30.01, 8:04am
I need to find wireless headphones or something. I've shorted the wire in
the pair I'm listening to right now.. it's very annoying; the sound in my
right ear keeps dropping out. I shake my head, and it comes back.
Today's soundtrack:
- Elizabethan Songs (It's a collection of Campion stuff, played on lute,
sung by a countertenor. It's quite pleasant. A bit jarring at first, to
realize that the singer is male, but he's verrrry good. I wonder if lute
is hard to learn...)
- Ookla the Mok: Super Secret
7.30.01, 6:58am
I think I've figured out why some days I have random men wandering up to
me and hitting on me, and why other days, I get totally ignored.
It's the hair.
My (very unscientific, spur-of-the-moment) emperical testing has shown
that I am likely to get hit on when I wear my hair down. Especially if
it's wavy from having been in a braid. If it's up, even in the loose
front bits and bigass ponytail style I prefer, I don't get attention.
I need to actually do this with reproducable results, though I can't
figure out a way to pull this off without it obviously being a scientific
thing. Also, since it involves other people, it's kind of hard to make it
work.
7.29.01, 8:13am
You should -see- my sunburn from yesterday.. I look like I'm wearing a red
mask with white around the eyes. And I have the t-shirt V on my chest.
It's hideous.
7.29.01, 7:43am
So yesterday, after the abortive kayaking trip (keep your fingers crossed
that we can reschedule!), Kat and I meandered up to Nordstrom to window
shop and drool after pretty things.
Really, there wasn't much.
I'm kind of dissapointed - but they did have some *gorgeous* shoes over at
Enzo Angolini, marked down to $30.. pointy-toed, heavy heeled (but not
chunky.. sturdy, with a nice taper) black heels (the slide-on style). I
think I fell in love once I saw them. But it was doomed.. they only have
one pair of size 6 left. *sigh*
I'll have to look at the Enzo store in Burlingame.. I -want- those
shoes.
7.27.01, 2:15pm
So, I'm going to play with a Live
Journal for a little while.
My user name is roisnoir. I may well let
it lapse - it's just as easy for me to update this page using pico (cause
I'm a wuss and don't know the commands for vi) as it would be for me to
use an external site.
Donno. I'll give it a week or so. We'll see how it goes.
7.26.01, 8:42am
There are so many things I'm afraid of suddenly. I'm afraid of change, of
the idea of moving away from San Francisco (If I leave, will I ever find
the means to come back? This is where I was meant to be.) I'm afraid of
getting sick. I'm afraid of the looming shadow of nuclear war that's been
haunting my dreams this past week.
I'm afraid of global warming, and the erosion of my rights. I'm afraid
that if I'm still in SF, and Shrub shows for that thing in six weeks, that
I'd be arrested, or beaten or something. (I maintain that the *entire
fucking country* is a "First Amendment Zone," not just the playpens they
set up miles away from wherever Smirk is making an appearance. If he
comes, oh yes, I will protest. I've been saving my vacation days for
something worthy. This is.)
I'm afraid that I won't be able to find an apartment that we can afford.
I'm afriad that Mike won't find a job (which would be fine if someone was
willing to pay him to write all day.) If I can't be in SF, I might as well
be nowhere.
I've got so many fears that I didn't have a month ago.
I don't like this. Not at all.
Soundtrack:
- Flogging Molly: Swagger
- Flogging Molly: Alive Behind the Green Door
- She | a Female Trip=Hop Experience (some comp CD Mike found
somewhere.)
- Mediaeval Baebes: Undrentide (again. Woke up humming Isabella,
and had
to hear it.)
7.24.01, 2:12pm
All of my Morgan Swift books came yesterday. I'm about 3/4 though the third novel (there are four novels, and two "Find Your Fate" choose-your-own-adventure type books.)
Morgan is what the author wants to be. Uncluttered, interesting, special, and the kind of person that *every* attractive male in the vicinity falls hopelessly in love with. (I mean, she has Morgan as the exact double of Nefertari.. really!) It's not something I'd have noticed when I was 11, but from the vantage point of someone who has written several characters like that (can you blame me?,) and from being a grownup reading these books, it's pretty obvious.
Morgan is a little too perfect. She needs a fatal flaw or two.
But damn, I was right. I loved these. I still do.
I wonder why Martine Lesley stopped writing them? The fourth book is by someone else, and the FYF books are by a third person. I'll have to remember to do a search and see.
Heh.
Perhaps I can scoop up the franchise. *grin*
7.24.01, 8:24am
I'm developing some theories on why people drink (or at least why *I* drink.)
Last night, I had two drinks (I usually only have one.. I get slightly buzzy and stop. It's lovely.) I've discovered a strange propensity on my body's part - if I haven't had anything alcoholic in a while, the first few (considering the quantity of flammable stuff in a Long Island Iced Tea, I don't think it counts as a single drink) drinks seemingly don't affect me. I don't feel them. Since we haven't been dancing in over a month, I haven't had booze in a while. The first drink did nothing for me, so I had a second. THAT one hit me full-force. Wow.
I felt like I didn't have any bones. Walking was interesting. My eyes wouldn't focus properly. I remembered why I don't get drunk more often.
But if you haven't sobered up by the time you get to go to bed, well.. it sucks. You close your eyes, you get the spins. You lie down, you get the spins. You flop over trying to get comfy, you get the spins. I rather think that when people punk from too much alcohol, it's not the body trying to get rid of the poison, but vertigo.
I consistently forget about the unpleasant bits of being drunk. I'm going to have to remember them. I'm freaking tired today. I got home at 12:30, and couldn't let myself sleep until close to 1:15ish. (And this after lots and lots of water - the first thing I ever learned about drinking is that you need to have a full glass of water for each drink you had. Surefire hangover preventitive. It's worked for me..)
I'm going to down a thingie of Liquid Crack (read: Sobe Adrenaline Rush today.. who knows what it'll be tomorrow), and promise myself extra sleep tonight.
7.23.01, 1:36pm
I've been thinking about my ideal living space.. right now, it's a big old
studio/loft. With a canopy bed, either in an ornate wrought iron style,
a very rustic, fairy-like style (tree branches lashed together with floaty
fabrics and xmas lights), or a super cybery style with wires and
cables dangling around decoratively. Neat desks, tables and armoires for
my sewing equipment. A wall of bolt shelves and wall-mounted hangers for
fabric, dress-racks for clothing. A comfy nook set up with pillows,
bookshelves, a TV, sort of harem-esque. Solid, gorgeous table, BIG. Comfy
chairs. A funky kitchen, with pot racks and neat utensils.
I know I'm never going to have this, but I want to see what my ideal
living space will be in a year, and see how what I think I want
evolves.
7.23.01, 8:53am
Went shopping yesterday (we were supposed to go to Target, but I couldn't
find it, so we wound up at K-Mart.) We didn't get what we'd gone for, but
I came home with new bras, a cuuuute sweater with a tie-keyhole neckline,
a sparkly tank top, and several paris of bike shorts (essential under
skirts in summer, thank you.)
It's fun shopping with someone who has similar taste in clothing.. she'll
appreciate that top you found, and then decide she needs one, too.
*laugh*
Got to play with my new teflon foot, too.
I think I'm in love. Oh, it makes all the difference! Vinyl is NOT evil.
The teflon makes it so. Though the feed dogs scored the bottom of the
thing. It doesn't look like the teflon is scratching off, but I'm
concerned. *sigh*
7.20.01, 7:30am
Overslept by an hour today. Yay me.
Today's soundtrack:
- Voltaire: The Devil's Bris
- Delerium: Poem
- Dead Can Dance: Into the Labyrynth
- The The: Infected
7.19.01, 8:00pm
Sweet hell!
What *IS* it with people? "Oh.. there's limited space to move around in. I
think I'll move more slowly and block everyone else!"
Morons.
And San Francisco divers suck ass.
LOOK when you're ripping around a corner at high speed, assmunch.
ESPECIALLY when a light has just changed. (A cab came within 10 inches of
hitting me as I was stepping into the crosswalk. If I hadn't paused to let
the two lackwits who ran the red light pass, I'd be chunky salsa right
now. And I had the walk signal, too.)
How is it that these people were given driver's licenses?
7.18.01, 7:35am
Amusing link: Problem Exists Between Keyboard
and Chair.
Sulking is a good thing if you're a flake like me, and have been trying to
remember the name of a character from a series of YA books, as I
have been.
For the past several years, I've been trying to remember the name of this
chracter.. Morgan ______ Something. The character is a
teacher/detective/psychic/archeologist/mystery-solver-person. I remember
trivial details about the character.. she always wore a small golden bee
in one ear (I seem to recall multiple piercings, but I could be wrong),
and had two cats, named Twist & Shout.
So last night, in my "I have no friends" sulk (I was curled up in bed,
chewing on a pillow and being pissy), the character's name came to me.
Morgan Swift.
So, since knowing me I'd just forget again if I didn't do something about
it, I scrambled out of bed, and onto the web, where I found very little
info. A quick search of Amazon, however, turned up 6 books. I've currently
got them all on order. *grin*
Yaay! A childhood heroine found!
7.17.01, 8:43pm
I have no friends.
7.17.01, 2:03pm
Oh hell.
I had something I was going to prattle on about, and now I can't think of
what it is. It wasn't my usual shallow blather, either.
(yes, occasionally I mention things that aren't toally shallow. It' sjust
not often.)
Ummm.. Crap.
7.17.01, 10:37am
The guy at HESC (school loan bloodsuckers) complemented me on my
voice.
I keep getting this reaction.. maybe I should quit my job and go work for
a phone-sex place. *laugh*
Or go into radio or something.
7.16.01, 2:11pm
My eyes hurt. Badly.
Gouging them out with a spork would hurt less, I think.
I'm going to close them for a while.
7.16.01, 6:51am
I've been awake less than two hours, and today already sucks.
It's petty annoyances.. assholish California drivers who belive that
traffic laws only apply to the other guy (hint: blinkers are NOT merely
for decoration. Use them, fucktard.)
Some jackass stuck cardboard in the ATM, so it won't accept a card. I
spent all of my cash (except 1 penny, which I promptly dropped, since .01
isn't worth hanging onto if it's all that you have on hand.) this weekend
shopping with Stasha. I need money so I can grab a bite to eat. None of
the places I frequent for lunch accept card. I just hope they fix the
fucking ATM by lunch.. I have to eat at Briazz now (nothing wrong with
the place, but I'm not into their food), or else walk somewhere
else after walking to the ATM. (There's nothing close to the ATM, and the
places I usually go are in the opposite direction.)
My leg hurts, and my right hand is doing this weird muscle twitch/flex on
me where my thumb and index finger try to close in. It's because I did a
lot of hand-sewing this weekend, and I rarely do it.
I've got too many things to do for this shit. It would be nice, just once,
to have a morning go by exactly as it should. No shithead drivers, no ATM
vandals.
7.13.01, 11:57am
I've always liked Friday the 13ths...
Soundtrack:
Natacha Atlas overdose: All of her albums (less Gedida, which is on loan
to a coworker at the moment.) Yay!
7.12.01, 1:31pm
Added a search thingie (Google's free one.. I've fiddled around with it to
make it more.. asthetically pleasing.. but it needs work still. (Hey.. it
was worse.. WHITE box, with defaut fonts, all that. Nothing wrong with
white pages, but it was glaringly out of place on here.)
Also fiddled with Chatter a bit. Only changes are cosmetic.
And the Natacha Atlas Remix Collection is very good, also. 7 songs, 1
hour. Good for spacing out.. very trancy. I'm totally ignoring my SoM CDs.
*laugh*
7.12.01, 9:00am
There is something to be said for instant gratification.. I picked up that
new Natacha Atlas album last night... is GOOD.
Today's Soundtrack:
- Natacha Atlas: Ayeshteni
- Natacha Atlas: The Remix Collection
- Sisters of Mercy:
Floodland
- Sisters of Mercy: Some Girls Wander By Mistake
7.11.01, 7:50am
Today's soundtrack (since I finally remembered to bring home my CDs yesterday):
- Mediaeval Baebes: Undrentide (which is a *fabulous* album if you haven't heard the first two. If you have, it is still pretty good but might as well be by a different group.)
- Natacha Atlas: Gedida
- Covenant: United States of Mind
- They Might Be Giants: Flood
Hey... Natacha Atlas has a new album. Damnit, why didn't I know? I have to have it now.
7.10.01, 8:29pm
I need a life.
I'm way too pleased with myself for making two male Sims fall in love, and
'play in bed' in the tacky love-bed.
At least I'm not killing them off eight at a time anymore.
7.10.01, 8:53am
The fourth entrant into our Energy Drink pagent is KMX Energy Drink. It
has Ginseng, Garuana, and Caffeine. It has a *nice* buzzy kick.. my head
feels a little too large for my skull at the moment, and my typing is
faster than usual (hence the typos I keep going back for.) But this stuff
tastes vile. Like Hawaiian Punch, but less sweet. But it gets less icky
with every sip, so I can't bitch overmuch. (Well, I can, but I
won't.)
This one is worth repeating, if I can disable my tastebuds first.
7.10.01, 6:58am
Stop looking at me like that.
Just because you're in a rush to buy your overpriced coffee doesn't mean
that I have less of a right to give exact change for my overpriced (but
yummy!) croissant.
If you're THAT hurried, perhaps you should have left earlier, huh? Yeah.
Get back in your SUV, you e-hole. Go to work, drink your fucking coffee, and
be bitchy all day because some pink-haired freak -dared- to get rid of
four pennies in her wallet and delayed you a whole three seconds.
7.9.01, 1:31pm
OK.. I'm just a sucker for smart guys.
The one I love is possibly the smartest man I've ever come across. Brains all over the place. And cute, too. (He's got gorgeous eyes. And legs. And... *swoon* But I'm probably biased somehow.)
And there's this guy I know.. not the hottest thing to ever sport testosterone, but acceptable, in that geeky no-discernable-sense-of-style way. But oh, he's funnier than hell. And damn brilliant. I have one of those half-crushes on him. Sad, really. Because a) there's no way I'd ever tell him, and b) I wouldn't know what to do with him even if I did. I guess I just need to cultivate him as a friend.
7.9.01, 12:57pm
Learned a new trick last night.
Dyed my hair (my roots were getting obnoxious), and thought I'd be clever and use a ziplock baggie to make a pastry bag arrangement to apply dye to my freshly bleached head. DON'T DO THIS.
It'll be fine up to the point that you're all self-congratulatory for figuring out this super spiffy way of making less of a mess with the dye. Then the bag will inexpilcably decide that hole you cut to dispense the dye isn't big enough, and it will spurt great gouts of dye all over the bathroom. (I'm super-duper-extra grateful that it didn't get on the so-lovely beige carpeting in the hallway.)
It did, however, get all over the nice wooden door, and hyper-stain-prone linoleum. My hair is blotchy and kind of messed up because I stopped what I was doing to minimize the damage.
I can safely say that I *love* chlorine bleach. There is no evidence of the huge streak (over 2 feet long!) of dye on the door. Well, except for the stuff that got on my arm when I was cleaning up, and I didn't notice. I's going to be long sleeves for me for the next few days.
Today's Soundtrack:
Oohh.. I'm -so- ubergoth. *laugh* Maybe I'll fart bats tomorrow. Today, I'm feeling silly.
7.8.01, 7:32pm
What possesses people to make asinine comments about someone's
appearance?
I had to run to Walgreen's to pick up my photos from the Naval Battle
(hopefully I'll scan tomorrow.. I need an extra day of weekend), and
coming home, some guy bellowed out in that kindergarden-style sarcasm
that the people who have yet to master the real thing use, "Nice
hairstyle."
If I could have seen him (presumably he was leaning out of a window
somewhere), I *would* have answered with a sweet "thank
you," but I didn't see him, and I let it go.
Had I cared about his opinion, or shocking him, or getting any reaction
at all from him, I'd have gone up to him, smiled, and asked "do you like
my hair?"
How does my having an unnatural hair color affect him? And why should he
feel compelled to comment? Did he think that I would fall to my
knees and repent, because I hadn't noticed that I look different?
7.7.01, 12:26pm
Blatant plug: Roisgarden is
live!
(Well, mosltly. Gotta file than damn DBA, get a business account, and tax
thingies... site is missing info on ordering and measurements, but that
will be changing shortly.)
Yay me!
7.5.01, 12:27pm
Somewhere, I managed to get myself atacked by a swarm of bugs. I've got
bugbites in weird places.. back of my thigh, about 2" above my knee, my
elbow, the first knuckle of my middle finger, three in close formation at
the small of my back, my left shoulderblade, and a few random others on my
arms and legs.
Faugh.
At least none went for my sunburn. THAT would seriously suck when it
itched.
6.4.01, 2:03pm
I guess I'm just bad at holidays. I've moved from the couch today to take
a bath, get a few popsicles, and answer the phone.
I could, should, be working on things, but I know that I won't have enough
time to get anywhere on them, so it's not worth the effort.
Ugh. I'd almost rather be at work.
7.4.01, 9:13am
Went to the beach last night with Matt and Jen.. sort of a delayed b-day outing for Matt. Had a small bonfire, made smores, burnt incense, played with sparklers, made a "puppy pile", and just generally had a good time.
My hair smells like the fire. I love it.
Decided that my site statistics don't show me all of the search terms used to find my site, so I went though the logs myself (yes, I am a masochist, thank you), and came up with this list. I think this is something I'll be adding to as time goes on.
And found a third energy drink. Sobe Adrenaline Rush. It's not half bad, and feels a little more subtle than the 180. I like this one.
7.2.01, 8:49am
Someone posted a link to this site from a message board I read. I'm mostly
putting it up here so I will remember to check it out when I get home
tonight, but a quick glance makes me think that it'll be widely
enjoyed.
Bad Candy
7.1.01, 8:15am
The energy drink saga continues..
Finally getting around to trying the can of Red Bull that I bought last
week. It's rather icky in flavor.. not undrinkable, but somewhat cloying.
And drink it from the can. It's an unholy shade of amberish-yellow. (My
first thought was "Eeeww.. pee!")
I can't wait to see how much kick it has.
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