Hi! It's been hella long since I updated, hasn't it?
What's new... nope! Nothing really. Still at FM, still have no life to speak of... Hmm... I've been having lots of fun trying out different recipes and experimenting with food?
Most of my attention lately has been on my Death Note fic, which I apparently turned epic.
On an unrelated note, peanut or almond M&M's taste wonderful with cheese Doritos! Not product placement, I just like the taste and I have something like seven bags of candy and snacks surrounding my chair at any given moment. (How am I not fat??? Answer: I usually completely forget I have the snacks, even though I purposely set them there to remember them.)
I also had an aggravating cold a few days ago, but it's almost better! So that's a delight. The weather's rainy again but not so cold-- last week we had a single day where it snowed, rained, hailed, and was sunny and warm at various times.
That's really about all. So, since I haven't done a survey in... a year? I'll post one now!
( Life Soundtrack )
So yesterday morning, the old guy that lived in the apartment under ours and hated loud noise died.
This morning, Heerichan and I wake up and look in our computer room/study, and there's this mysterious streak of dark gray on the carpet of the floor that may have been above his room (as the construction of the apartments tends to be parallel). It isn't ink, and nothing spilled (wtf would we be doing that would spill gray, in any case?!) and it's almost like graphite, but with no pencil pieces.
She cleaned it, so now it's just a medium-gray spot, but it still appeared from nowhere. She thinks it might be a "dead demon" coming up through the floor, I'm fond of the theory of it being the jerky dead-guy's essence.
Aside from mysterious Satan-spots popping up, things are very good! Work is pretty enjoyable most of the time, and I recovered from my severe cold (it lasted like a week and a half, and for most of it I couldn't talk-- I sounded like a monster).
Also, next week I turn twenty-two! I feel oldish. More just startled, though.
Oh, and I actually started writing fanfiction again-- this is very odd because I haven't written that in like, six years... I'm working on a DeathNote fic. It as yet has no purpose other than randomness. And the concept of invisible genius poker, where you play without cards... Or it will when I post that part.
Aside from that, I go to work in an hour, so bye!
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Also! I got to quote Shaun of the Dead at a customer!!! He had a white work shirt and was going through line, and the pen pocket on the breast had red. I had to wait for him to stop his boring monotonous monologue at another customer before I could comment on it. "You've got red on you."
He didn't get it though! He just looked down, then boringly explained that he keeps a red pen for work because he marks books, and needs red pens, and dropped it, and put it in his pocket instead of something else and I stopped listening to him... But. Shaun of the Dead! I suppose it wasn't likely he'd say, "Yes, that would be the zombies," or something, but... Oh well.
And Harry Potter day (er, the day of the midnight book release) was fun, because I was going to one after work, and was wearing my Draco shirt under a sweater, and the other customer had a Ron shirt under her jacket, so it felt like we were super heroes flashing each other our true identity furtively. Which I would probably do, if I were a super hero, because it would be really funny to see reactions... Before I was killed by my arch-enemy, I mean, whoever that would happen to be.
Um, now I'll go do my hair and get ready.
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Hi! *grins* Anyone who's still actually reading this, considering my track record with responding to anything... Or reading anything online... But anyway.
Have successfully moved out to Portland, OR. We were lacking in the interwebs for a few weeks, and now we're currently sharing one connection between us, Heerichan and I. We needs must get a router.
I'm working in apparel at Fred Meyer now, rather than deli, and it's hella better. Even when things get stressful I just shrug it off and grin, because the definition of 'stress' between the two departments is so incredibly different: the difference between 'I'll get in trouble if I do overtime, I need to clean that fryer and don't have time, the oil's gone bad, I just got a burn and we're understaffed and there are too many customers and they're starting to get mad and there's no time to clean!' vs, 'Wow, there sure are a lot of people in line at the register, and no one's coming to back me up, and this customer didn't have any tags on their attempted purchases so we have to wait...' (to which I usually start laughing, because hey, the idiots can always walk to another line, no skin off my back), or 'Corporate's coming down tomorrow to check out our departments so everything has to be perfect, but we don't have the people to do that, and I'm helping everyone else while my department goes to crap and I may miss the last bus out'. That was more stressful, but still not that bad, more a little anxiety than true stress.
It really does amuse me when people get so mad they have to leave the line, though. It's not my fault, usually, so I just smirk to myself and snicker. Better than feeling guilty or trying to apologize when it's because of some incredibly old customer I'm helping slowing the works, or because someone didn't think to check tags before coming through.
Er, apparel has me either working a department (men's apparel, shoes, women's, kids', etc) or stuck on registers, or trying to do both since we're still understaffed and people keep calling in sick two people at a time. I like men's department, though, because it tends to be easier to keep everything folded and good-looking, so I have time to help other departments out. It's weirdly zen-like for me to just walk around keeping order and helping people out. I think I'll be worse if I get to work in a bookstore, seeing as even without working in those I walk around the shelves straightening things and just touching the books happily as I walk... Huh.
On the moving side, we're not quiiiite finished, because we need to buy (more) bookshelves before we can put away all our books and suchnot, and I need a weekend free to do that, and I've been having some issues trying to get time off.
Ooh! Mail just came. Stephy sent me a box with a few books in it~. This is good because I already read the few actual books I'd stashed in random boxes to ensure readable things, so I was getting antsy. Just finished the new HP today, due to work.
Anyway, have to brush my hair out and get ready for work. Bye, all!
bouncy
So, it's only been a bit since my latest babbling, buuut~ I've gotten another accidental boyfriend, whom I shall call V. *blink*
Or rather-- with Nevik, we'd gone on a few dates before I freaked and avoided him (successfully). But he hadn't directly asked me to be his girlfriend, and I still went all me-like and fled.
The problem with my current situation is thaaat I actually like this one. I know, it's weird that that's a problem, buuut to me it is. I'm very committment phobic, as well as relationship-phobic in general. My main way to deal with any relationship I've ever been in was avoidance.
Add this to the fact that I'm emotionally distant and detached and study people from a dissociated viewpoint, and usually have to consciously think to show emotion or affection of any sort, and a relationship would be completely exhausting for me if I didn't avoid it. *scratches head* We~ll. Half of me watches in a dissociated way, the other half can be involved in whatever I'm doing, that's usually my cheerful/sarcastic part that draws people to me. It takes me years to really care about people at all because it takes me years to let them in past my defenses, or to see a reason to... Maybe that's normal though?
Anyway, the root of the thing is that I don't know what I'm doing. I'm moving in with Heerichan in a few weeks, and I'll be a state way from V, but he said he still wants to try. And he's pretty, and smart, and geeky, and would be absolutely perfect for me if I lacked the aforementioned craziness. Still, though, weird situation. Heerichan is still who I plan to spend my life with, so-- but I don't feel comfortable talking a lot about her with pretty much anyone, because she's important to me, and also because since like a third of my thoughts revolve around her, I'm certain constantly babbling about her would drive anyone nuts. So then I end up being too paranoid to mention her, which creates another wall in relationships around me, though one most people don't actually know is there.
I've been working on this off and on since like... 10 last night, so that's enough for now.
I had my apartment door open while my laundry was washing, and then heard a meow by my feet. Apparently one of the neighbor's kittens (not sure who's) decided to drop by.
Since I'm completely pwned by cats, I opened him some tuna and got him some water. He's been hanging out with me about half an hour now. So far he seems well-trained, avoiding the furniture and just meowing for pets or marking everything with his cheeks.
Actually now he's stalking the parrot. I'm trying to keep him from committing suicide and attacking the bird, since Smokey, based on experience, can kick the cat's ass. Kitty's dumb though, so to get him outside I have to pick him up-- if I lose eye-contact with him for a second he wanders off.
On a bad note, I've spent the last month or so torrenting the DeathNote movies... only to find out I got the ones subtitled in Chinese. *laughs* Next time I'll read the information a little more closely. They're great quality though...
Oh! And I've actually been finishing pictures and putting them up on deviantArt. *amazed*
Man this cat's demanding. I ignore him a minute to type and he starts meowing again, then hops on my arm. Silly.
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Okay! New things happened. (What's up with me and writing twice in one month? Weird.)
( Heart-attack )( Spring Cleaning )( Moving )
That's all for now, but aside from worrying about dad (though he's doing fine now, aside from being tired and being off work two weeks for recovery time) I'm feeling good right now. *thumbs up*
Also, my work gave dad a get-well card, some roses and a balloon. That's really sweet, but the card says something like, 'with love always from the Fred Meyer crew' and the inside advocates drinking gin as a way to make you feel better. As Heeri pointed out, possibly not the best cure for a heart-attack...
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A few things new! I always forget to update when things happen. It's been... a while.
( Nevik. )
Aside from all that, really not much has been happening. *grins* I work, I go home at like eleven, I chat online and then pass out.
Weird thing though-- I close the deli in Fred Meyer, that and the mid-shift (dishes) is all I do. I've never been to work before 10 in the morning, and when I'm there that early I'm fuzzy-headed. I closed tonight and get to be back at work within... a bit over 8 hours. But then I'll be off by 5, which is pretty sweet, so I'll actually have time after a shift. Weird thought.
Oh! I need to get a new cell phone tomorrow. I killed mine with water at work a few weeks ago and then promptly forgot it had been a few weeks. I really want the green Chocolate phone-thing... but since I only want it because it's neat looking and called "mint" and I have a crazy thing for mint, I don't think that's good enough reasoning.
Other new thing is that for some reason now, at around dawn I stop being able to sleep-- even the faint light from my window wakes me up and I start tossing and waking again every half hour. I bought a sleeping mask, so am hoping it'll help a little.
Bu~ut I should sleep now, so I don't fall asleep on the floor tomorrow-- check that, after midnight now, so this morning.
lethargic
Hi!
I had my first hangover today! *cheers* Not really a cheer, but it's funny to me. Yesterday was my ex-manager's birthday 21st party (ex because he stepped down to a lowly peon again after upper management were assholes to him), so I met up with him and several other employees at a bar.
Note that this is incredibly weird for me, since I basically hang out with... Heerichan, Stephinike, Rachael, or Chris, and all rarely. I'm not a social flower.
Still, I had fun. We got there at 9:30 and closed two bars, and one of my current managers (at Fred Meyer, where I still, unfortunately, work) kept hitting on me and saying my eyes are really pretty (which they are most definitely not-- they're about as plain a brown as you can get, Steph got the pretty eyes). So that was special. That and that two of our regular, drunk and annoying FM customers were at the second bar we went to and kept trying to chat with us. And both the bartenders were dumbasses-- though the bartender and waiter from the first bar showed up at the second. I'd promised that bartender a shot if he bought one for me, but I was already smashed by that point, and had the sense to tell them if I fulfilled said double shot promise I would pass out.
Got home at 2 am and stayed in bed aside from some fruit and Ibuprofen until 2 pm today. ^_^; The world is not supposed to keep moving when you close your eyes. I'm also a giggly, flirty drunk, which is so not good when hanging with coworkers, but I managed to rein in my impulses and not hit on anyone. Go me!
Aside from thaaaat. Christmas was awesome! I crashed at Heerichan's for a week and a half, and we had fun, though we forgot about New Year's Eve until it was too late to celebrate. I have a laptop now, name of Prozzak, and Heerichan got me a drawing tablet (name of Zolloft), so I can actually update my art now. *happy*
I also have a disturbing crapload of penguin things. I need to clean and reorganize my room so I have a place to put everything.
Current music crushes: Roisin Murphy - Ramalama (Bang Bang), Lordi - Would You Love a Monsterman? + Hard Rock Hallelujah, J. Ralph - Kansas City Shuffle
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Hey yo. Brief update, mostly for a quote:
Dad: Wouldn't it be cool if we found out your mother was a contract killer?
Watching Mr. And Mrs. Smith at 2:21 am is a lot more fun than doing so fully awake, but it's a cute movie either way.
Sooo still alive, still working on saving money, blah blah, had a dream that involved some sort of well that doubled as a stasis prison for people, annnd... something about chocolate cake. Torture and chocolate, eh?
Okay, wandering away to pass out now.