sirena: (blood blood blood)

Dude, hey, Unexplained Anxiety! I haven't seen you in forEVER, how the hell ARE you oh my God it's been so long you're looking great I really appreciate this sweet shortness of breath and nausea you brought me why don't you keep in touch

sirena: (blood blood blood)
So uh, hey, LJ.

Today I had a sucky day. It isn't often that I just feel sucky all day, but today I sort of did.

Well, let me first start with the OH MY GOD TWO BLIZZARDS IN FIVE DAYS. It kept the federal government closed from Monday to Thursday, which cost taxpayers like $350 million dollars. Sorry, guys, our winters average 18" of snowfall--we were not prepared for the 4-feet-plus that we got over the past week (DC and Baltimore broke their seasonal averages with 75" and 79.9" respectively). So Jeremy and I were holed up in my apartment for the past week, sitting on our asses, and not really working (although I wish I had been, now I have to make up hours (shit)), while I also dealt with a cold that I apparently got from eating snow (according to my grandmother). Monday evening, while trying to park my car at my apartment amidst WALLS of snow, I got my car stuck on a chunk of frozen snow and ice and had to enlist several nice neighbors (including one with a delightful Australian accent (he said "whereabouts"! hee hee)) to help dig me out. So fucking embarrassing.

And it is going to snow AGAIN on Monday/Tuesday. NO NO NO. Foot's Forecast puts it at 6". (National Weather Service says...I can't even bear to process all of that.) Let me stress to you that there is literally nowhere else to put this snow. We are maxed out.

But back to today. Today was sucky because (after I woke up with toothpaste in my hair, wtf) Adobe fucked me hard and left me a broken woman. Evidently you can't install programs from two different Creative Suite packages, with two different license keys, because now I get a lovely message telling me that my licenses are fucked and I need to reinstall. This is for programs that I've had installed for 2.5, 3 years? That I use every day? It makes me want to pull my hair out and weep blood.

And I can't back it up with Time Machine because I thoughtlessly (!) deleted a bunch of backups from 2008-2009 (who fucking knew) and now my backups are probably worthless.

And then I almost got rear-ended on the way to my grandparents' house, because some twats forgot to let everyone know they were blocking the right lane for snow removal.

And then I did this: http://twitter.com/flamingwreck/status/9083262106 (gj, nichole)

So....yeah, it's been a crap day.

The only good thing? J found a house he'd like to buy and asked me, "Would you maybe be interested in co-habitating with me if I buy this place?" (lol nerd) No idea if he'll be able to afford it, and to be honest, I have reservations about leaving my little fortress of solitude (anyone know how hard it is to copy a "Do Not Duplicate" key? Do they really care?). But it is awesome that he asked; I guess being stuck with me all week has convinced him I'm not that bad to be stuck with. Although I probably discouraged him by going all shithouse when my Adobe stuff stopped working. Sorry again, J, I am mental.

Anyway. Better tomorrow, I hope.

Cake plizz

Oct. 8th, 2009 10:27 pm
sirena: (kate; a homunculus!)
Oh, and. Here's some stuff I have enjoyed recently.

01. Department of Eagles - "No One Does It Lie You"



So strange and beautiful and creepy. I love the ghosts. (My favorite moments come in at 1:36 and 3:04 and 3:50. I would deep-link but I'd rather you just watch the whole thing.)

02. Yesterday I discovered Moving Pictures by the wonderful Kathryn and Stuart Immonen. It is amazing how much he can convey with such clean, simple artwork.

My favorite panel out of all 134 pages so far.

Pill #2 tonight! Chom chom chom.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
Updated two weeks ago! That is terrible, even by my lax posting standards.

Two things to get out of the way, then:

Rumsfeld arts and crafts!
Happy Belated Caleb's Birthday!

eggman dance
Happy Day-Early Michael Watson's Birthday!

There we go. The rest of this may be long, and I apologize, and I'll try to keep it interesting with lots of paragraph breaks.

Since the accident, I've had to do a lot of legwork with the other guy's insurance company. At one point I thought I was going to have to deal with his father, who wrote his policy, but fate intervened on my behalf and I got to avoid that awkward scenario. As I understand it, there was a dispute, but it seems to have worked in my favor, as his insurance is springing for a rental car for me. Huzzah! The downside of this is that it means I will have to clean out my trunk, which is full of three years work of art projects.

The weekend after the accident (10/5), we attempted to go camping. Unfortunately all we managed was to make the 1.5 hour trip out there, find everything full, drive around some freaky dirt roads in the mountains at night, and come home. The actual camping trip happened this past weekend, which was a bit colder but not unbearable, except when the dog woke up at 4am to pee.

SUNDAY! Was of Montreal at Ram's Head Live (MGMT and Grand Buffet opened). It was ever bit as surreal and fantastic as I had expected. I'm slightly depressed to learn that Kevin Barnes looks better in fishnets than I do. Easily the most amazing show I've ever been to that wasn't a TMBG show (I've seen them so many (6!) times, they're in a different category). It was a lot like this:

(Also, a slideshow of pictures from Sunday)

I think I am in love with you, Kevin Barnes, but I'm afraid I ain't got no Soul Power.

In other news, the Bad Days have shown up a bit late. J doesn't seem to understand how debilitating and paralyzing my fears are, and I am afraid of a lot of things. I don't know how to explain it to him, and I'm afraid he won't care and just wants me to get over it, and I feel horrible and disgusting at the thought of saying them out loud anyway. So I shut down. I don't know what to do with this--I just want to get in my car and drive and get lost.

Also: For Halloween, my roommates want to go out to Adams Morgan or Dupont Circle (big obnoxious party), J wants to go to his friend's for a party (small, possibly obnoxious party at which I will likely be the only person not drinking). I would be perfectly content to put on my Jem thang and go wander around Fells Point again or Ellicott City or Annapolis or Georgetown. Or just go driving. But I have stupidly acquiesced to both of these things when I'd really rather not do either.

I am off to go watch an episode of X-Men: The Animated Series now.

LIVE FROM

Aug. 28th, 2007 08:11 pm
sirena: (End on end like a long lost astronaut.)
--the Danger Room, which is my new name for the Apartment, into which I have finally moved. It's a bit lonely, as I am a hopeless introvert/recluse and have no friends in the area--all my friends are an hour away, and I can't cling to Jeremy because I don't want him to become a crutch.

My life right now.

I am really really anxious, lke leg-jumpy, nausea-inducing, mind-racing anxious. I have nine tabs open in just this window alone because I can't focus on any one of them. It's taken me at least an hour just to get around to actually making this post. I may finish up reading these tabs, watch a movie, and go to bed.

Ah, hell. What is wrong with me? I thought I was doing so well. Fall 2005 was The Magical Semester--my social life exploded, I made friends all over the place, I had some confidence going. Right now my social phobia is so crippling that I can't even bring myself to go shopping alone for bras and a makeup mirror, both of which I am in desperate need of. I spent an extra 6¢ a gallon on gas this morning because the cheaper station didn't have a credit card swipy thing at the pump, and I would have had to go inside and pay the cashier.

Just thinking about this is making me feel worse, so I will stop now and go and have a little look at the Internet.

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