Dear Left Shoulder:

I'm sorry about leaving my bra strap at the wrong place with you. Those straps do slip, and sometimes I don't notice that they have slipped until you start yelling about it. I am grabbing my backpack with the right shoulder, now, if I'm using just one arm for it, unless I've just given plasma.

If you feel that you can deal with some weight-lifting on a regular basis, I can promise you that the weight from the bra strap that you're dealing with is going to go down. No, seriously. It will.

*giggles*

Ah! hurt me now, or I'll bite you!

(no subject)

crimmycat: I don't even know if I have one; very much so.
wickedandlost: No, but I wish I had both that, and the player for it.
raaven: However-many apricots you have in a jar, then enough vodka to cover them. Sugar to taste.

What I want (again)

I want someone who loves me.
I want someone who does not mind spending vast and often scary amounts of time with me.
Someone who does not get offended if I do need some time alone.
Someone who thinks I'm hot shit, sexy, and kickass.
Someone who I think is hot shit, sexy, and kickass.
Someone who can keep up with me, mentally, and who I have a challenge in keeping up with myself.
Someone who will help me grow, and grow with me.
Probably male.
Someone who loves to read, loves to learn, loves computers, loves writing.
Must use magic.
Must have a compatible religious worldview, with love and acceptance of other paths, even if we're the same religion.

O joy.

Successfully swapped over credit card account to new checking account, and made a payment over the phone before talking to operator. Called up the bank's primary help number and learned that it was an error that sent me two debit cards for my new account: use the new one, which has some interesting magic numbers in the account number. I should be receiving two PIN numbers; the only way to find out which number goes to which card is to try them both; the only way to activate the card is by calling their activation number with the PIN.

I am successful and joyous and happy and all that good stuff. I am handling my business. I like being able to do that. It makes me happy.

To Write:

( Not for small fayoumi or squeamish or underage )

Beauty...

I told Darkside that he has lovely hair. He didn't complain at me. I'm not sure if I told him or if I dreamed I told him that I want to see him in a tux sometime. Not the penguin, silly, the clothing. I think I may have actually told him.

I'm getting all mushy over him. Combine this with increasing practicality when around him (at least I hope so!)... I'm not sure what the combination means. A harnessing of extremes?

Household

Rinsed dishes and put in washer. Will run load when there have been enough accumulated to count. Am trying to be responsible with water. Took out garbage after the Listener I didn't know I'd cast reminded me to. Banged toe with door.

Poll: Woo-woo

[Poll #54211]
Please discuss further in the comments section.

[Edit: "Woo-woo" as in witchy, psychic, weird stuff.]

Fan Mail

Bought a new fan yesterday. Two, in fact. One is a little clip-on type; that one belongs to Enki now, to make sure he doesn't overheat. The other one is for my room, replacing the one that started making evil noise and now doesn't work at all, and will be dissected or put to some bizarre use by evealone as soon as he drops by and picks it up.

Filled out the little registration survey for the fan. I suppose Votania counts as my "spouse" as far as those things are concerned. They didn't have a checkbox for "Rev" in the Miss/Mr section. I added one.

Dear Digestive System,

I'm sorry you and I are having this disagreement with each other, and I'm very sorry that my choice of food lately has been, in your words, "extremely shitty". However, unless you tell me exactly what part of my dietary choices are prompting you to respond in such a fashion, I'm very likely to repeat the offense.

Whee!

Have taken the lights that I got yesterday and stretched them around the edges of my room, utilizing picture-hangers and twist-ties instead of the indicated holder-things. Why? Because we're not going to live here forever. If/when I get my own house, I will indeed install stuff like this permanently, because I can. It looks niftier than the Christmas lights. I've unplugged the rest of them, so this is showing up brilliantly. I'm delighted.

School

The Lovebirds stopped by to work on our UML project. Should be much fun. Femmebird and I will be meeting up Tuesday to work more on the project.

Cast of Characters, continued

School


Schoolmates

( ... )

The Lovebirds: Two of my classmates, engaged to each other, rarely seen apart. Femmebird and Mellebird.

Staff:

( ... )

Van Zwol: The most interesting Economics teacher, a guy who comes off as a complete jerk mostly because he acts like one. Secretly, he seems to care about his students. I had him in my 4th tri.

Erbe: The evil Statistics teacher who displays little to no respect for his students. Comes off as a complete jerk with occasional pauses for sanity when he's talking about business math, which he actually likes and excels at. I had him 2nd or 3rd tri.

( ... )

Worked out

Got a good 30 reps of the behind-the-head pulldown at 60 lbs. Very nice. Situps, a few pliés, and the flap-your-wings at 30 lbs. Also did something with the benchpress thing sitting the other way. Short workout. A three-generation family from the apartment complex was also in there: Mommy, who looked about my age, only blonde and skinny (and a touch on the wimpy side) was the one working out: Grandma was watching the two small fai.

Think I'll wind up going swimming a little later on. Sparklebutt just IM'ed me, so that's all good.

Talking with the Lady E

AzureLunatic (7:16:50 PM): But, everyone should
emulate Jesus in realizing that, as we are all One, all
Our sins are belong to Us, and take responsibility for
them.

AzureLunatic (7:17:06 PM): Just don't ask me to bow
down and kiss His toenails.

AzureLunatic (7:17:37 PM): or abide by ancient
sanitation laws made obsolete with modern technology.

AzureLunatic (7:18:24 PM): Or listen to the directives of
a pissy jealous war god.

Hacking

I'm working on hacking myself a Listener. Something that looks around for things that need paying attention to, and reminds me of them so that I'll do them. This could be internal or external. I'm thinking about something with Rioh-ohki ears and not much else to it, ball-shaped, and rather astral.

Happy Loony

Going to visit the Biosphere II tomorrow; will not be particularly engageable in room-cleaning-type activities. Remember, dear, to pack a lunch...?

Hold my calls--

--I'm going to go swimming.

Twistin' by the pool

Went to the pool and hung out with Adam. We chatted in the hot tub. What would have been midway through our soak, I noticed a large foreign object, reminiscent of a spaceship (specifically, the splashdown module used by Buzz A*, * A*, and Mike Collins coming back from their first moon adventure), in the pool with us. What could be more fun than an errant pool light? It had evidently come un-anchored from its place in the side of the hot tub, and was now floating almost-free, tethered by a grey electrical cord.

I vacated the hot tub.

Adam noted that the light was, as it had been the whole time, off, and there were no sparks, and he wasn't frying. He attempted to shove the light back where it belonged, a pursuit which gave me much to giggle about. It eventually went there. One of the other guys lounging around the pool noted that the pool lights had all been turned off following some drunken escapades by an unspecified group of guys.

Adam unfortunately cut himself on the pool light. We chilled there for a while more, talking about this and that. He's had Ashford in the past, and is sorry for me. Evidently Ashford does not get on particularly well with male students.

Planning Ahead

Packed lunch for tomorrow. Should construct myself some breakfast as well. As lunch shall be a BLT, I have two sticks each of basil and eucalyptus burning in the kitchen to overlay the stench of fried pork.

(Sssh, don't tell Votania's mom or That Woman.)

Lightbulb/sink interface at 9.8 meters/second, give or take a few centimeters/second

It really helps to not drop the good lightbulb that you're changing out for one of a different style so that you can put the bulb that matches in the vanity light of your roommate's bathroom, because she cares about little things like bulb style matching, and the store only had the frosted bulbs, not the clear ones.

If the shards of glass had to go anywhere in the bathroom, the sink and countertop are as good a place as any, and better than many.