I know that it's been a while since I wrote anything, but things have been nuts! I'm still so totally not-done with a project that is so totally quite-due. I just haven't been able, once school started back, to justify the time for myself. Well, I'm demanding a second or two right now. Long overdue. :-)
Before school started up, I went to the in-the-flesh Binion's Poker Thingy in Tunica. Ok, so that's not the real name, and if I weren't typing like a madwoman, I'd take a sec and look it up; I think it's like, an Open, or something. I mainly went there as a spectator/companion, though I did play a couple of satellites! It was cool! I had fun, and the place had enough rather interesting guys to look at, enough to keep me occupied, at least.
I've probably not mentioned that I'm a pathetic sucker for a poker face, eh? Makes me dearly miss and fondly remember a former bf--that was his major appeal, I realized after scrutinizing. The only thing is, he didn't play poker; he played baseball. So I guess that makes it a "game face", but whatever. Enough--at least this second, there's more to come--about the speedbumps in my sex life, or expression thereof. :-)
After school started, things fairly blew up. Sigh. That one coworker I'd mentioned before as being a true blue yadda yadda did the "revealing his true self" thing. Sigh. They all do. In retrospect, I should have known. In a nutshell, he was being a little instigator. When it got found out...drum roll...he quit. To be expected, but I was surprised anyway. He just made up some pathetic bullcrap excuse, and quit, all in one day. At least I didn't make the mistake of actually delivering any of his numerous complaints to my manager, like he wanted me to do. Nopers, Ancodia isn't *that* dumb...at least that time. :-)
I will catch up later on everything else. I've missed posting. A lot. This gives me someplace to vent anonymously, and I've realized that I really, really need that. Whether anyone reads this or not, that fact that I'm (1) taking time for myself, (2) explaining and expressing Me, and (3) to a certain extent getting out some of the emotions I have--both good and bad--so that they don't well up inside like they always do--all are good reasons. I'm glad I'm back. :-)
That having all been said, it occurred to me today in class (an especially long and--forgive me, Professor; you really are one of my favourites--boring one) while I was fighting off the microsleeps (is too a word...well, it is without the pluralization, at least) that guys, when they are sleepy, are awfully cute.
I have a bad habit. When I'm sitting somewhere, particularly in class, and feel myself nodding off, I look around to see if I am the only one. Not that it ultimately makes a difference if I am, but...I don't know. Sleepiness loves company? Anyway, so I was falling asleep today, and I did my usual looking. And wouldn't you know; the guy that is sort-of across from me is doing the heavy-eyelid thing, closing them...staying closed...he's asleep! No! Back open! And then...going down...slowly...slowly...
"Damn, he's cute," I thought. Not just a little cute, either. He's the "I'd love to trace the outline of your lips with my tongue and work my way down" kind of cute. He's totally gorgeous, in an awe-inspiring kind of way that I can almost feel brushing across my lips, in a way that...
Wait a damn minute, I think to myself.
I don't like this guy.
That's not to say that I *dislike* him. I don't. I just don't *like* him. Not *that* way. He's ok; that's all. I've known him (through classes) for well over a year, talked to him a bunch, and until now...nothing. Really; not even a casual "wonder what you look like undressed" fleeting kind of half-thought. He's Just A Guy, as far as I've been concerned. Up 'til now, I've not suffered from any kind of urge to lick, suck, and kiss all over his person whatsoever. What in the hell is going on?
He looks cute when he's sleepy.
Now how dumb is that? As an experiment--one that also had the added benefit of keeping me awake--I looked around again. Through the marvels of imagination, I realized that a vast majority of the guys in my class, Professor included, would look cuter if they were falling asleep. A few of them not-so-much. A few of them dangerously so. See? Everything really *does* fall on a bell-shaped curve! Kidding, kidding. Ok--dumb joke.
Now what in the hell am I supposed to make out of this particular little paraphilia of mine? Ok, ok...it hasn't been six months yet, but still. What does this say about me? Moreover, what could be done about it? Get a boyfriend and a bottle of cough syrup?!? I mean, geez...
"Sweetheart, if you love me, you'll take the Rohypnol..." Oh, yeah; I can see it now.
So here I am now, after class, preoccupied with what in the hell is wrong with me, instead of doing my work.
Sigh. And here I am now, not ten seconds after writing that last line, feeling guilty over wasting time, getting to work.
Pfffffffffffttttttttttt.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Christmas Thievery
Christmas was nice. I haven't gotten to do anything really fun yet, but I'm going out of town next week, so we'll see. :-) I'm hopeful. One of my jobs had a break-in over the break, and some computer equipment was stolen. I can't believe I have to be the one to politely suggest to a coworker that they don't need to go around accusing other people (by calling them at home!!) of doing it, that's the police's job. Sigh. Are there any normal people in the world?!? Hell--of course not; if there were, I'd be married by now.
Why do people jump to conclusions? Why do they always seems to want to insert themselves into someplace where (1) they don't belong, (2) they are incompetent to perform (and I include myself in these; I don't mean incompetent in a bad way--you won't see me hanging out my Ancodia, Girl Detective shingle any time soon), (3) they weren't *asked* to perform, (4) they are more likely than not going to screw up big time and be the cause of misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and insults? I just don't get it. And then, when I suggested this person back off and let the people in charge of handling it handle it, they get all offended. Like I wouldn't be offended if someone who isn't even my superior at work called me at night, at home, during a break, and accused me of stealing computers. What is wrong with the world today? I'm not even old enough to be *saying* things like "what is wrong with the world today?", and I know that's uncool. Frickin' dipshit.
I think that part of the problem is that most people wouldn't know empirical proof if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord, singing "Empirical Proofs Are Here Again". :-) Ok, I somewhat stole that from Black Adder. :-D What galls me is that the person who is doing this is one of the "Never There" underlings during the last semester, and so them calling people, being accusing, is all the worse in my opinion. It's like having your long-lost dimbulb younger brother, the one who left the family ten years ago to become a gold prospector in Alaska, come back and try to tell you how to run Dad's business. What can I say? We hire some stupid people.
Am I upset about losing the stuff? Oh, hell yeah. I hope whomever did it gets caught and all. But really--what can I do? Hmmm...lemme put my brain on this one: Locard's Theory of Transfer says that they've both left and taken something from the crime scene. My superior deductiveness tells me that what they've taken is the computers. And my deductiveness also leads me to the conclusion that what they've left, besides an overall grinchy aura (which it's hard to dust for, and tends to not hold up in court), is clearly fingerprints. Hey--I have a tin of talc here, a whole bitchload of 3x5" index cards, and some leftover scotch tape from Christmas...let me go get on that right now! I can borrow Mom's old-ass vacuum cleaner that one can throw into reverse, fill it with the powder, and have the whole room printed in no time! See what a little ingenuity'll get you?
As always, I have a cunning plan... ;-)
Why do people jump to conclusions? Why do they always seems to want to insert themselves into someplace where (1) they don't belong, (2) they are incompetent to perform (and I include myself in these; I don't mean incompetent in a bad way--you won't see me hanging out my Ancodia, Girl Detective shingle any time soon), (3) they weren't *asked* to perform, (4) they are more likely than not going to screw up big time and be the cause of misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and insults? I just don't get it. And then, when I suggested this person back off and let the people in charge of handling it handle it, they get all offended. Like I wouldn't be offended if someone who isn't even my superior at work called me at night, at home, during a break, and accused me of stealing computers. What is wrong with the world today? I'm not even old enough to be *saying* things like "what is wrong with the world today?", and I know that's uncool. Frickin' dipshit.
I think that part of the problem is that most people wouldn't know empirical proof if it painted itself purple and danced naked on top of a harpsichord, singing "Empirical Proofs Are Here Again". :-) Ok, I somewhat stole that from Black Adder. :-D What galls me is that the person who is doing this is one of the "Never There" underlings during the last semester, and so them calling people, being accusing, is all the worse in my opinion. It's like having your long-lost dimbulb younger brother, the one who left the family ten years ago to become a gold prospector in Alaska, come back and try to tell you how to run Dad's business. What can I say? We hire some stupid people.
Am I upset about losing the stuff? Oh, hell yeah. I hope whomever did it gets caught and all. But really--what can I do? Hmmm...lemme put my brain on this one: Locard's Theory of Transfer says that they've both left and taken something from the crime scene. My superior deductiveness tells me that what they've taken is the computers. And my deductiveness also leads me to the conclusion that what they've left, besides an overall grinchy aura (which it's hard to dust for, and tends to not hold up in court), is clearly fingerprints. Hey--I have a tin of talc here, a whole bitchload of 3x5" index cards, and some leftover scotch tape from Christmas...let me go get on that right now! I can borrow Mom's old-ass vacuum cleaner that one can throw into reverse, fill it with the powder, and have the whole room printed in no time! See what a little ingenuity'll get you?
As always, I have a cunning plan... ;-)
Saturday, December 18, 2004
I need more friends!
Sigh...one indication you don't have enough friends is when GMail gives yet more invitations for you to disperse, and you've run out of people to whom you can disperse them. If anyone is interested in a GMail invitation, send an email; I've got five left.
Well, I did end up getting IMed by Nastypants. Sigh. Teach me to not sign off and just sit there, cowering. You know that Toby Keith song, "I wanna talk about me", or whatever it's called (can you tell I'm not exactly the biggest fan Country Music has ever had?)? Ok, so I endured that for a while. Not that I really should complain, because in truth, I don't fare too well talking about myself. I can do ok in conversations talking about ideas, events, things like that; I just have a hard time talking about me-stuff, because I always feel like the other person is getting bored, or something.
Ok, so anyway: Ever since then, I've been at work at my other job, stocking up on hours for holiday shopping. And I've actually started my book. No kidding. And I'm not going to stop until it's done, even if it completely sucks.
One more week of workng my butt off, and then I will cut back to regular part-time hours, and have some semblance of time off. Sort of. More about that later, I guess.
Well, I did end up getting IMed by Nastypants. Sigh. Teach me to not sign off and just sit there, cowering. You know that Toby Keith song, "I wanna talk about me", or whatever it's called (can you tell I'm not exactly the biggest fan Country Music has ever had?)? Ok, so I endured that for a while. Not that I really should complain, because in truth, I don't fare too well talking about myself. I can do ok in conversations talking about ideas, events, things like that; I just have a hard time talking about me-stuff, because I always feel like the other person is getting bored, or something.
Ok, so anyway: Ever since then, I've been at work at my other job, stocking up on hours for holiday shopping. And I've actually started my book. No kidding. And I'm not going to stop until it's done, even if it completely sucks.
One more week of workng my butt off, and then I will cut back to regular part-time hours, and have some semblance of time off. Sort of. More about that later, I guess.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
End-of-semester kvetch
Well, I get this weekend off. Yay. I'll probably just sleep and listen to A Prairie Home Companion. I have things I have to get done, but the past two weeks have been horrible, and I need a mental health break.
I am so very totally looking forward to not having to put up with certain people over the break. Good lord; it's amazing how, when you're under stress, people you would normally be able to just tune out are able to drive you batty. Miss Rudeass, whom I've mentioned before--she's the one who likes to pick fights with the Caffinettes at coffee shops, waitstaff, and anyone else she feels is "beneath" her--has been in full effect these past few weeks. And what's funny is, just as I started typing that last sentence, she just signed onto AIM. I can practice my ignoring her abilities...I'd put on my "away" message, but I wasn't expecting her on, and I've learned from dealing with people like her that it's wisest to just ignore them--don't befriend them, but don't antagonise them. So I'm crossing my fingers, wincing, hoping she doesn't IM me. So far, so good. :-)
The reason I say don't antagonize people like that is because, first off, they have a lot more time than normal people do to devote to campaigning against others. In her case, a whole, whole lot of time, because she's not pulling her weight on the project for sure, and she's doing lousy in classes. But, of course, with her there's an excuse for everything. This semester, she's been moaning about how she's so busy with classes, yet she doesn't hand in anything on time (if at all). It's been difficult handling that issue with grace this semester, because now that we're essentially working and going to school together, it's difficult to dodge the comments others are making. I don't want to get involved; I'm neither for, nor against. That's been my motto. Now, in all honesty, I wish the bitch death on a stick only after a brutal crab infestation, and maybe a round or two of leprosy, but I'm keeping that to myself. :-D
Now, ultimately, it's only a matter of time before everyone wises up to her. As it is now, there's already grumblings here and there. Once they wise up, she'll wander off to greener pastures. But in the meantime, antagonizing her can make it so that she starts gossiping about me, criticizing me, and everything else. It's just not worth it. And I have to keep reminding myself that Life is not fair, and sometimes I won't get to directly witness someone's richly deserved comeuppance. S'ok. I'll cope.
I'd love to be self-indulgent and kvetch about her some more, but I won't. Augh...ok--just a little more. :-) Well, indirectly. As for the "driving me batty" part, once I begged off of going with her for coffee and etc., and a few of us stopped inviting her to lunch, she took up with another girl in our group, and a few of us have nicknamed the pair "the magpies"; Miss Rudeass has a drilling tone that can inspire a raging migraine in 0.10 seconds, and as god is my witness, I believe her kindergarten teacher must've been deaf, 'cos the girl seems to have never been told to use her "indoor voice" in her whole life! The other one is not loud, but she talks about things she knows nothing about as if she'd invented it. Usually you see this behaviour only in men, but I possess knowledge of a female specimen, I tell you. Well, anyway, these two were being their typical magpie selves out in the hall about something they both knew nothing about, chatting each other up in what had to be one of the larger ego blow jobs that poor hall'd witnessed in years (in really loud voices, so that everyone could hear how bright they were). If I am remembering correctly, they were talking about Wi-Fi, but I might be mistaken. Regardless, three of us were (unbeknownst to them) around the corner in one of the offices, within earshot. And the guy with us, who is rather techish, was commenting on everything they said--kind of like a third party in the conversation--and it was hilarious! Miss Rudeass would proclaim something silly, he'd comment something to the effect of "No, it isn't, but I'm sure you have an even less-informed opinion to share--"Sophie", what do you think?" And then "Sophie" (not her real name) would pipe up with something, ironically enough, less-informed. This went on for probably a half-hour, and I was crying from laughing so hard!
So my life doesn't suck all that much. :-) There are some high points in it. Well, not nearly enough--I'm still not dating that really cute guy in one of my classes--but it'll do for now.
I am so very totally looking forward to not having to put up with certain people over the break. Good lord; it's amazing how, when you're under stress, people you would normally be able to just tune out are able to drive you batty. Miss Rudeass, whom I've mentioned before--she's the one who likes to pick fights with the Caffinettes at coffee shops, waitstaff, and anyone else she feels is "beneath" her--has been in full effect these past few weeks. And what's funny is, just as I started typing that last sentence, she just signed onto AIM. I can practice my ignoring her abilities...I'd put on my "away" message, but I wasn't expecting her on, and I've learned from dealing with people like her that it's wisest to just ignore them--don't befriend them, but don't antagonise them. So I'm crossing my fingers, wincing, hoping she doesn't IM me. So far, so good. :-)
The reason I say don't antagonize people like that is because, first off, they have a lot more time than normal people do to devote to campaigning against others. In her case, a whole, whole lot of time, because she's not pulling her weight on the project for sure, and she's doing lousy in classes. But, of course, with her there's an excuse for everything. This semester, she's been moaning about how she's so busy with classes, yet she doesn't hand in anything on time (if at all). It's been difficult handling that issue with grace this semester, because now that we're essentially working and going to school together, it's difficult to dodge the comments others are making. I don't want to get involved; I'm neither for, nor against. That's been my motto. Now, in all honesty, I wish the bitch death on a stick only after a brutal crab infestation, and maybe a round or two of leprosy, but I'm keeping that to myself. :-D
Now, ultimately, it's only a matter of time before everyone wises up to her. As it is now, there's already grumblings here and there. Once they wise up, she'll wander off to greener pastures. But in the meantime, antagonizing her can make it so that she starts gossiping about me, criticizing me, and everything else. It's just not worth it. And I have to keep reminding myself that Life is not fair, and sometimes I won't get to directly witness someone's richly deserved comeuppance. S'ok. I'll cope.
I'd love to be self-indulgent and kvetch about her some more, but I won't. Augh...ok--just a little more. :-) Well, indirectly. As for the "driving me batty" part, once I begged off of going with her for coffee and etc., and a few of us stopped inviting her to lunch, she took up with another girl in our group, and a few of us have nicknamed the pair "the magpies"; Miss Rudeass has a drilling tone that can inspire a raging migraine in 0.10 seconds, and as god is my witness, I believe her kindergarten teacher must've been deaf, 'cos the girl seems to have never been told to use her "indoor voice" in her whole life! The other one is not loud, but she talks about things she knows nothing about as if she'd invented it. Usually you see this behaviour only in men, but I possess knowledge of a female specimen, I tell you. Well, anyway, these two were being their typical magpie selves out in the hall about something they both knew nothing about, chatting each other up in what had to be one of the larger ego blow jobs that poor hall'd witnessed in years (in really loud voices, so that everyone could hear how bright they were). If I am remembering correctly, they were talking about Wi-Fi, but I might be mistaken. Regardless, three of us were (unbeknownst to them) around the corner in one of the offices, within earshot. And the guy with us, who is rather techish, was commenting on everything they said--kind of like a third party in the conversation--and it was hilarious! Miss Rudeass would proclaim something silly, he'd comment something to the effect of "No, it isn't, but I'm sure you have an even less-informed opinion to share--"Sophie", what do you think?" And then "Sophie" (not her real name) would pipe up with something, ironically enough, less-informed. This went on for probably a half-hour, and I was crying from laughing so hard!
So my life doesn't suck all that much. :-) There are some high points in it. Well, not nearly enough--I'm still not dating that really cute guy in one of my classes--but it'll do for now.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
omfg...
Ok...call me petty. I just hate it when someone who doesn't deserve it gets lucky. It annoys the hell out of me. Especially when they gloat. Fricking loser.
Augh.
Augh.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Huh?
Who is better than Kinkaid? Ummm...Vettriano, for one. I can't believe I just had this discussion. Some people--I swear...
I was just talking online with a work-friend, teling them about the Kinkade Store, and they lit into me a-cos they like him. I didn't say I didn't like him, I just said his stuff could be better.
Geez. Teach me to have an opinion.
I have to remember to write about the whole fiascolike debate over whether or not a policeman will write a ticket if they didn't see a traffic accident. I'm personally thinking that once people are able to have brain implants that make it so that they are able to (among other things, I'm sure) do something like access the internet, one of the businesses that will stand to really make a mint off of the whole thing is snopes.com. Kee-rist.
I was just talking online with a work-friend, teling them about the Kinkade Store, and they lit into me a-cos they like him. I didn't say I didn't like him, I just said his stuff could be better.
Geez. Teach me to have an opinion.
I have to remember to write about the whole fiascolike debate over whether or not a policeman will write a ticket if they didn't see a traffic accident. I'm personally thinking that once people are able to have brain implants that make it so that they are able to (among other things, I'm sure) do something like access the internet, one of the businesses that will stand to really make a mint off of the whole thing is snopes.com. Kee-rist.
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