wishfulaces: (jeremy)
I'm supposed to be in a reflective mood this time of year, or something, I think, but I've been too busy. I think that sums up this year for me--I've been too busy to really think, and reflect. Maybe that's true every year, and I reflect and think more than I realize, in the in-between times: scraping out five minutes here in an airport lounge, two minutes there in the shower, ten minutes in the car on the drive between my usual cities. Maybe.

It's been a challenging year for me--challenging in the best sense of the word. I've traveled too much, I've been frustrated and disappointed at work, I'm still learning to live with another person in my life, I had surgery for the first time in my life, I've written the least amount of fic since, er, I started writing fic. Through all of it, through all of this year, the key, the theme, the important point all along--I realize more and more at the end of this year, so maybe I have had time to reflect after all--is communicating. Figuring out how the devil to communicate effectively with myself and other people should probably be my new year's resolution every year.

I'm learning. I'm still learning. That is what makes this a good year, a challenging year. I have learned so much, I have filed away so much experience and information that I will be able to continue to use in the coming years. This is how I can become the person I already am, the person I want to be.

I've gotten better at saying no when I'm overwhelmed. I've gotten better at vocalizing hurts and coming up with new ways to express ideas when the old and tried ways don't work. I'm still too ridiculously busy, and I still find myself yelling for no reason when I'm by myself (because the real, underlying reason hasn't been examined yet), but I'm getting better.

We had snow here today, so instead of holding a game night with a big group of friends, instead of going out partying at the bars, I'm hunkered down at home in my pjs, planning to cook dinner and play my new Doctor Who Monopoly game with my boyfriend who still hasn't bloody seen the show. And honestly, that seems like the best way to spend tonight.

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2013 bring good friends and good experiences.
wishfulaces: (Default)
OMG life. No, seriously, I don't even know where the hell all my time is going, other than to work and making presents for people and wrapping other presents for people and packing for trips and preparing to MOVE early next year OMG and dancing lessons and writing Christmas cards and doing choir board stuff (oh crap need to write more thank-you letters for donations, mustn't forget to do that before I head out this weekend) and just trying to keep my head above water.

I wasn't this busy two years ago. I know I was not this busy two years ago. Right?

I'm sorry I'm never around anymore. I miss conversations and connecting with people through my little black box. I miss writing fic. I miss goofing off online and reading fic and--stuff. I miss my invisible friends.

I've still got one more present to finish making and probably another card or two to write, preferably tonight. After I eat dinner, since I sort of forgot to do that earlier in the midst of packing and CULLING CLOTHES omg I have too many clothes.
wishfulaces: (sundays)
This is the first day in longer than I care to think about in which I have not ridden in or driven a car and stayed absolutely at home. I took a walk to the grocery store, I did in fact sit out on my back patio and read a while, as well as getting some tidying done (not as much with the cleaning, though after I sweep & mop my kitchen will be the most beautiful it's been in weeks), and it's nice to have days like this sometimes. If only I were writing something right now, it'd be perfect.

And I just spent the past 90 minutes cooking, which was fabulous. I forget how much I enjoy mixing and chopping and stirring things when I don't get to do them for long stretches, or have to do them when I'm in a rush because I have to be somewhere else. I think I need to make this a goal for more weekends: COOK. BAKE.

(It helps that it's finally the right time of year again. Oh, autumn, keep being awesome with your slanted sunlight and cooler days and pumpkins. No, really, it's all about the pumpkin this time of year.)
wishfulaces: (sock it to me)
Three day weekend! In which I am NOT traveling! (Except locally, probably, because I CAN'T STOP MYSELF apparently.)

My plans for the weekend:

--grocery store for foods to cook, though probably not this weekend because I need to be lazy, dammit (Okay, I lied, I cooked tonight, I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF)
--do a bit of house cleaning
--hand-wash some bras
--go to a friend's wedding

--FINISH THE DAMN FIC I OWE PEOPLE, that ud be awfully nice of me
--celebrate boy's bday and distract him as thoroughly as possible from stressful things
--sleeeeeeeeeeeep in (I woke up at 7:30 this morning, stared at my watch blearily and said to myself, "what is this nonsense?" before wandering back into bed to sleep till 10)
--watch Fred Astaire dance
--walk around the neighborhood a lot
--hopefully get to cemeteries to visit dead ancestors

I think I can reasonably do these things. I'm trying to make my list of things to get done more reasonable these days. I want to be happy, not stressed.

Right, I should go do one of these things now.
wishfulaces: (honey loooooooves yoooooouuuu)
I HATE DIAL-UP. Let me into google docs, damn you, dial-up! And let me type up this fic!

Also, the keyboard on my mom's laptop is small and apparently so badly set up that neither mom nor I can type on it easily without text eating itself or showing up in random places where it does not belong. GET OUT OF MY WAY, LITTLE MOUSEPAD. I do not have nearly this much trouble with my own laptop. Hmph.

BUT, that said, I had the best flight ever last night. 12 passengers total on the plane, and in order to get the weight evenly distributed six of us had to volunteer to sit in first class. It was a hardship, I tell you. Granted, it was only a regional jet, but still, that may be the only time I get to partake in first class. Sadly, I did not get any of the booze; I knew I had a 90-minute drive ahead of me, but I got snacks and warm towels and a more comfortable seat. WITHOUT PAYING FOR IT. Merry Christmas, me.

Now to bake cookies. Woo.
wishfulaces: (best gay married detective couple evah)
Okay, yes, any episode where Ryan & Esposito get to take lead on the investigation? KICK ASS.

I have nothing to say these days; I dunno, busy with RL, which is not very exciting for probably anyone but me. Though, I am proud to say that in a semester that started in September, I have only had to drive twice to choir rehearsal, once for rain and once because I was coming from a previous appointment. I even walked it today, despite feeling kinda crappy and despite it being, um, 25 degrees outside. Do not have plague tomorrow, you have two choir concerts in the next few days and no time to be sick.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
Read more... )

In other news, IT'S SPRING. Today was the first time in a few days that it was cooler and rainier--it's been warm and sunny since last week, and I have the sunburn to prove it--and so in consequence, apparently, I have been chipper and cheerful and giddy and gleeful. Until today, of course. I hope it's sunny again tomorrow.
wishfulaces: (sofa of reasonable comfort)
Stupid time change. I woke up at eleven and have done jack-all since then. Y'know, a whole two hours ago.

Time to get my arse moving.
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I think my utterly shit mood for the past month or so can be summed up this way:

1. Work sucks.
2. Friends suck.
3. Social life generally sucks.
4. Weather both sucks and blows.
5. I am a whiny crybaby who needs to get over herself and her entitlement issues pronto.

Rinse, repeat ad nauseum.

Next weekend I go to New Orleans. If I do not see strange and wonderful things, get tipsy, go around wearing a t-shirt, and have a blast, I will be very, very, very disappointed in myself. (Actually, I'm mostly terrified it won't happen because the airlines fuck me over. I fully expect the airlines to fuck me over on this because I jinxed myself very specifically for this trip. GOOD TIMES.)

I am now going to flounce off in a sulk and watch "Prometheus Unbound" for the sheer pleasure of Vala and Daniel beating each other up.
wishfulaces: (waaaaaaall-e)
Okay, that's it, I'm done, FUCK OFF, FEBRUARY. Winter can go freeze Hell now instead of spewing snow all over here, seriously, go away, I had plans tonight to go OUT and be SOCIAL and now I'm sitting at home eating cereal & a clementine.

Hmph.

ICE DAY!

Feb. 1st, 2011 07:13 pm
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I suppose technically it is a snow day, since the snow has been falling all day (sideways; thank you, wind), but it was called yesterday afternoon in the midst of all the freezing rain, and earlier this morning I could see the ice lurking under the snow. So however you define it, I am glad not to be out there. Even if I barely have any milk left. Hmph.

(ETA: NO WORK TOMORROW EITHER. OMG I might even have to clean house if this keeps up!)

So! This calls for a meme. Obviously. Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8.

List fifteen of your favourite characters from different fandoms, and ask people to spot patterns in your choices, if they're so inclined.

1. Chiana, Farscape.
2. Wadsworth the butler, Clue.
3. Wash, Firefly.
4. Geoffrey Tennant, Slings & Arrows.
5. Mona Ellerby, Adderly.
6. Alec Hardison, Leverage.
7. Kate Beckett, Castle. (In part because Esposito & Ryan are such a duo I couldn't say one or the other?)
8. Cosmo, Singin' in the Rain.
9. Ray Vecchio, dueSouth (This is a COMPLETELY NEW development, as I know it used to be Ray Kowalski. But RayV has kinda edged him out in my rewatch of the past few months; and, really, I find RayK far more interesting these days with Fraser than by himself, largely due to the way Fraser reacts around him and that's a story the fandom's already gone through years ago so I'll shut up now.)
10. Illya Kuryakin, Man from UNCLE.
11. Hannibal Sefton, from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly.
12. Vala Mal Doran, Stargate SG-1
13. Darien Fawkes, Invisible Man.
14. Mason, Dead Like Me.
15. Death, from the Sandman graphic novels.

And no, I did not put Doctor Who on this list because I probably would have embarrassed myself and said Fitz Kreiner. Or be maddening and say the Doctor without specifying an incarnation. HA.
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
I finally bought kitty litter & a small trowel with extendable handle today to shove into my car trunk. Trowel because they were out of shovels and I was in too much of a hurry to try another store. And I know I have no right to complain when some of you are quite literally buried under snow, but I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS WINTER.

I had an awesome weekend, though, that mostly consisted of hanging out, eating, drinking, playing games, and wandering new places with friends from college. I really do need to do that more often. (hey, idiot, YOU LIKE PEOPLE! Note to self. You are not a total loner.)

Now I must find food, since I am going to a music concert tonight, even if it is drizzling ice out there. I have paid my money, I am going to the concert! So there! If they're not canceling, neither am I! Oh gods.
wishfulaces: (rory)
* Thing 1: A PSA and friendly reminder to all those people out there driving in the snow: DON'T BE A DUMBASS.

* Thing 2: I got paid on Friday! This might seem like a fairly small achievement, considering I am in fact employed, but there was a moment or two of worry there last week. (And yes, I did have a Daniel Jackson moment. So exciting!...not really.)

* Thing 3: I have written three more fics in the past couple weeks, and I really want to work on at least a couple other ideas that are percolating. Fic-writing mojo, where were you hiding for so long???

* Thing 4: I also want to rewatch a bunch of different shows, including the first season of Castle and the entirety of Slings & Arrows. Thankfully both are small. I still don't quite know when I'm going to do that since I'm still in the midst of a second season Castle (hush, I know they're out of order) and entirety-of-dueSouth rewatch. And I've got my mom's DVDs of Simon & Simon and Adderly still and what the hell, it's winter, it's not like I'm going outside much these days anyway.

* Thing 5: Getting up in the morning is haaaaaard. Like, even harder than usual this week. This may have something to do with my abject cowering fear about driving on snowpack and ice. Though we did get permission to go into work at 9 today instead of our usual time.
wishfulaces: (PARKER and HARDISON are awesomer than yo)
Ficlet, in response to last night's Leverage Christmas episode:

mildly spoilery, and a little bit Parker/Hardison )
wishfulaces: (squee!)
If you've ever felt like Mary Tyler Moore throwing her hat up into the air--or, wait, was that in fact Marla Thomas? Crap, I fail at 1970s sitcoms--then you might want to go see Morning Glory. Bits of it sort of fail to hang together, but it's happy. And we all left the theater feeling happy, and that's nice. (And our co-worker's sister actually had lines! So we got to cheer for that, not just for seeing her onscreen for 11.5 seconds.)

I am taking the novel position, one I haven't taken since 2006, and am staying home alone for Thanksgiving. I'm not going to my aunt's family's in MO, not visiting friends in CO, not getting my parents to come, nothing. I am taking the four day weekend to clean house, and read fic, and watch telly, and read for work, and clean more house, and bake, and maybe go for a drive in the country if it's not too icy. I want to sleep, and be quiet, and not do a whole lot. It will make a marvelous change from the past, uh, going-on-six-months-now. I am really quite ridiculously looking forward to it, even though I have this sneaking sense of guilt for not joining family or friends the way I *should* on a holiday like this.
wishfulaces: (CHOCOLATE)
Mediocre Fred, by the Smothers Brothers. I would tell you what happens in the song, but that would be a spoiler. Let us just say, it's entirely appropriate for the month involving Halloween.

I bought a t-shirt the other day. "History buff," it says, "I'd be more interested in you if you were dead."

And yesterday I visited aunts, and I think every single idiot was out on the road. (Obviously, since I was out there, hnar hnar.) At one point on the interstate, two cars were attempting to exist in the same space. IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT, GUYS. (They figured it out, pretty quickly, and there were no accidents. I was still glad to be in the far left lane at that point, as far away from them as I could get.)
wishfulaces: (books)
It's that special time of year, where maybe--hopefully--nobody will comment if I happen to be singing along to "Re: Your Brains" on my mp3 player while wandering the stacks at work. (I totally managed to scare a visitor last week, though. The records manager was leading a small group of people on a tour, she came through the door first just as I was about to step through, I smiled and said "Hello," and she jumped and said, "It's the archives ghost!")

A little bored this Saturday--it happens sometimes--I started poking around my recommendations on my Kindle. On a whim, I bought And Only to Deceive by Tasha Alexander and have been trying very hard ever since not to mainline it like crack and immediately go off and buy the other novels in the series. It's the perfect brain candy for me right now--a little better written than some of the stuff I've read, but still not, y'know, the Height of Modern Literature--and I'm going to take a half-hour right now to go sit out on my patio and read another chapter or three. (That's what gets me, actually. It is such an easy read. It's been yonks since I've read anything this quickly that wasn't meant for a pre-teen or younger.)

I should go visit aunts this weekend. I think I would prefer to sit out on my patio, reading. (They would probably understand that. They're my aunts, after all.)
wishfulaces: (England)
Okay, I admit it. I love this time of year. Things flavored with pumpkin, and cinnamon, and nutmeg; that crisp turn in the air, no longer the heat; the way the light falls, all angled; all the leaves, the colors (May week's in June). I really, really enjoy the noticeable change in the weather, just like I do the spring after winter.

What I don't love is how crap I feel. I could blame the change in weather, I could blame the outdoor-allergies-I-never-had-till-I-moved-here, I could blame the fact that my life has been INSANELY BUSY for the past few, um, months and I've let myself get worn down. Whatever it is, I am skipping choir tonight (and feeling guilty about that), taking a bath, and huddling on the sofa before going to bed at an indecently early time. All in the hopes that I won't skip work tomorrow. (Hey, I don't have any other commitments tomorrow, I could totally call in sick! Oh my gods I think I need a priority check.)
wishfulaces: (SIGH)
Ahhh, that lovely time of year in these United States when all you can hear of an evening, long before the sun even thinks about going down, is THE BLOODY FIRECRACKERS POPPING EVERYWHERE.

It has been quite lovely the past couple days, though.

ETA: I got the American Community Survey thingy from the Census Bureau today--the way-more-detailed questionnaire than the one everybody's getting this year--and the introductory letter said my information would be kept confidential. And I was thinking about the 72-year rule when at least certain census records are released--assuming these electronic records will even be available 72 years from now and let me tell you, that is a very good question, let's not even talk about censuses from the past few decades--and then I was thinking, "I will almost certainly be dead by then." Which is kinda the point of the 72 year rule, but still, it was a bit of a shiver-down-the-back feeling.
wishfulaces: (ace)
I lasted until today before I turned the AC on. I was aiming for 1 July. Hmph.

The Big Bang. And no, not that one, the *other* one. )

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