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Oh, technology, how you hate me

So, my power cord for my laptop finally stopped working. (And just now LJ said the 'work' part of 'working' isn't a word? What? And now 'isn't' isn't either? What the heck?) For about a week and half now, the cord wouldn't always charge the battery or anything. The plug-in bit was bent so only holding it in place would make it connect. However, last night (or...two days ago...whatever) it decided not to work no matter what I did. Luckily, the cord was still under warranty so I'll get it fixed for free. Unfortunately, it's going to take a week or more to get the replacement. What does this mean? Less computer time, slower work on the desktop, and a lot of irritation. Ugh. Oh well.

Sorry if I'm not around much over the next week or so. :(

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“I'm writing a book, bitch.”

Yeah, so apparently I'm ok with cussing on Facebook (and here?) now? I had the title to this post running through my head (in a Dave Chappelle-style Rick James voice, actually) so I randomly posted it on my Facebook profile under my picture. Oh well, right? Who cares, right? Well, now apparently my cousin (who I met for the first time today) now knows I'm writing a book. Not bad, right? Well...now she wants me to share.

 

Which is ok I guess. I need to get more open to allowing others to see what I've written. Feedback is important. And I've been getting better, really, I have. I'm slowly letting the still active members of my NaNo group read what I wrote last November (after some light editing, of course). But family? Besides my sister? That's going to take a lot of courage on my part.

 

Silver lining? Maybe this will help keep me focused and driven to work on this one thing and really get more accomplished with it. Though now I've also got my mom telling me to write short stories so I can get those published while I work on actually getting my novels written. I wish I could do that, but I'm rubbish with shorts. And yet...I do have a few short stories I DO have to write. One, in particular, goes along with the NaNo.

 

Things have been a little bit hectic recently. I just started school again (hooray for learning Spanish). I think I'll do better in English Comp II this time, since I think I already know what topic I'm going to do my big research paper on. I'm not certain if I completely agree with the statement I'd be making, but I can argue it well anyway.

 

I also had dinner tonight with that cousin I mentioned earlier. It was the first time I met her. She's really cool and fun to be around. She has her own store on Etsy and her stuff is really cute and well made. If I get to see her more, she could teach me how to crochet, which would mean I might actually be good at it (as opposed to if I tried to teach myself). For once, family stuff is starting to look a bit better and I'm finally getting to know more of the people I'm related to. :)

Hooray for some good things.

Watchmen - No Spoilers

The only person I know who for certain reads this is currently reading Watchmen, so I won't spoil anything here. But I will go ahead and say I love it. There are some changes, some things that were dropped or altered or added that I'm not certain why it was so, but I think I understand the major things and for all that is right and good with the movie the rest of the differences can be forgiven, at least enough to love the movie anyway.

 

The thing I was impressed with most: Rorschach. When I heard who was cast for him, I was concerned. I could only remember the actor from one movie he was in, and that was from when he was fifteen (and looked twelve or thirteen). I looked up current pictures of him, and he wasn't anything like what I knew Rorschach to be. So I was very worried, especially since Rorschach was my favorite in every way. But then I saw the movie, and as it went on Rorschach just continued to be perfect. There was only one scene that was wrong (as in it effected who he was/his image) in any way, and that was one of those changes that I don't understand why they did it. Maybe they thought the way it was in the movie was more dramatic or something, and maybe they didn't realize that it could change how Rorschach is perceived or just the way his character is on a base level. But other than that, he's perfect, and I applaud the actor. I feel like going back and watching the movie again ASAP just for his scenes alone.

 

I will say though, this movie is not for youngsters, prudes, or the faint of heart. It's graphic, in both violence and sexuality. It didn't bother me any, but most kids under the age of sixteen probably shouldn't see it unless they have read the graphic novel and understand it. My brother stated that the kid would have to have read it, declared it epic win, and then explained why it was epic win to prove that they actually understood it. I agree. There were three children in our theatre. One was taken out during the most not-child-friendly part, but I think it was just because he had to use the bathroom. Surprisingly, the theatre was eerily silent the whole time. There weren't even any snickers or whispered jokes or anything at the sexually explicit stuff. Weird.

 

Anywho, it's getting late and I'm a bit tired. If I'm going to convince my sister to watch another episode of Doctor Who tonight, I have to do it now. :) Also, the NaNo meet is tomorrow and I haven't finished editing the second chapter yet, so I need to work on that today and get enough sleep so that I can finish it and print it tomorrow.

 

Until next time.

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Oops, did I disappear? So sorry.

Wow, it's been forever since I've posted one of these. February just seemed to roll by without very much happening, it seems. So, here's just a bit to get back into the groove of things.
 

I'm sitting at school, in the ARC (Academic Resource Center), talking to some people on MSN and editing the second chapter of my NaNo at the same time. And you know what? I feel pretty good, which is odd since I only got a few hours of sleep last night and my class today is English Comp II (which I bombed the first time around, as research papers are not my friend).
 

So I'm editing my NaNo, the second chapter to be specific. When I edited the first chapter, it was only light editing. Most of the changes were making some things italicized, flipping a word here or there, and removing a sentence or two. In this one, I'm on the stage of editing where I read through for the second time and highlight anything that seems like it might need work. And there is a lot of highlighted stuff. I blame the nature of NaNo. The further I go into the work, the more I was desperate to get the words out and get the numbers up, so I was less worried about quality. I think I also had a word war in here somewhere, so I think that might also account for some of it. Word war = even more frenzied typing and not caring about quality than what is normal in NaNo. Hopefully I'll get this done in time for Saturday's meet-up. People seemed to like my first chapter so I thought it would be nice to let them look at the second, too. Plus, I could always use feedback.
 

I'm also so very excited. Tomorrow is Watchmen! I can't see it in IMAX thanks to the local one not showing it, but oh well. It's going to be awesome anyway. One of my friend's gets to go to the IMAX in the Bluffs and see it for free, that lucky little.... But that's ok. She was irked by my excitement of getting to see Blue October in concert next month (another thing to be excited about this year) and she's going to be letting me borrow whatever classic Doctor Who her family has, so I say we're even on that.
 

I need to get back to editing (in fact, I need to edit so much that I spent about half an hour after writing the first paragraph of this doing just that and forgot about this completely). Hopefully I'll get something decent by Saturday...if not, I'll try to get two chapters ready for input by the next meet up. I've been contemplating bringing something else, too, but I don't know what. Bah, oh well, I'll figure it out if I decide to do it. :)
 

Oh, additionally, anyone reading this who hasn't watched the new Doctor Who: WATCH IT! It's brilliant, really it is. I haven't been so impressed with writing and acting in something in so long, if ever. The series has had me laughing, being angry, ultimately concerned, and very nearly crying (it's so very hard to make me cry, so very nearly is very, very good). It even genuinely scared me once or twice, and anyone who knows me knows that that is quite a feat. At one point, I kid you not, at the end of season three, I literally head-desked. Not because of something that was done stupid or anything else, but because of something awesome and mind blowing. I can say no more on it, but man...I've never heard of anyone literally head-desking, but I did. So yeah...watch it and enjoy. :)

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me!

My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

* I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
* What I create will be with you in mind.
* It'll be done sometime this year (2009)
* You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be something written, some physical thing made, could be anything at all, but I will make it myself. It's entirely my choice what it is. No quibbles, no refunds--because you never paid me in the first place. :p

Most of these things will probably be IRL items, but I won't ask for addresses until later--if I need them at all.

The catch?

Oh, the catch is that you put this in your journal as well. If you don't, you don't get anything.

Odd Anniversaries

Apparently, fifty years ago (probably about next August) my mother had an accident. While walking on a window ledge (stupid child) she swung her leg and busted the window. She didn’t feel any pain, so it wasn’t until she walked awhile and one of her sisters noticed she was trailing blood did she know she was injured. If it weren’t for grandpa’s quick thinking and ability to tie a good tourniquet, my mother would have bled to death. My aunt thought this was a good reason to call and have a lovely conversation. My mom enjoyed it anyway.

I write about this because another family member (the husband of the aunt who called) nearly died fifty years ago as well, a few days before the music died. This is the reason my aunt remembered that my mom had almost died that year as well. Anyway, my uncle was hurt pretty badly. He was a farm boy and was sixteen at this time. Turns out, he got his hands caught in a grind belt (I think this is what my mother called it) in some machine dealing with the harvesting of corn. He was pulled in towards where the not so nice stuff happens to the corn. His arms were broken in five places, and he hit his head hard enough that he was sent into a coma for two weeks. No one knew if he was going to wake up. When he did, the very first question he was asked was, “How do you feel?”

His answer?

“With my fingers.”

As my mom said, “Even at sixteen and just out of a coma, he was still a smart ass.”

I am not well today....

Let it be known that if I should die for whatever reason and my organs are deemed suitable for donation, I would like them to be reserved first for my cousin, Jacob, so that he may have any he needs should we be a match.

We went over to my aunt’s house for my younger cousin’s fourteenth birthday, and things just did not go very well for me. After the little niece ran off with Sarah (another cousin) and her friend because they had toys to play with, I hung out in the kitchen with the other adults. And then Jake came in and I guess my brain just decided it wasn’t wanting to see my twenty-five-year-old cousin looking that terrible, but of course that couldn’t change the horrible jaundice and massive ‘dark circles’ surrounding his eyes. It had been a while since I had seen him, and I had gotten used to the yellow in his skin before, but since the last time he had gotten worse and, according to my mom at least, when he finally gets to have his transplant he’s not just going to need a liver but a kidney, too.

I was okay for a while. But there were a lot of people there, going in and out of the kitchen, and people I didn’t know at all (kids, really, but still), and then my mom and her sisters decided to reminisce in some of the more disturbing, fond memories of their childhood (apparently my now deceased great-great-aunt showing them a dead, decaying cow by the railroad tracks and them watching it get bloated until it burst is a happy memory; no wonder the younger generation in my family is so messed up). Everything just seemed to be building up on me and I kept switching between being emotionally distant (and no one noticing) to trying desperately to lighten the mood for myself by being witty and amusing (also with no one noticing). And that was all fine, I thought. I was a little tired from not sleeping and I guess that probably added to my problems, but I figured it wasn’t so bad and I could enjoy spending time with my cousins anyway.

It came time for us all to gather around and do the whole cake-and-candles thing, which was nice. We sang, and my little niece was very cute while she sat and gleefully watched my cousin hesitate before blowing out his candles, trying very hard to wait until the candles were out before she clapped and yelled ‘hooray!’. And then, I’m not sure why, as cake and ice cream was being passed around I had a panic attack. I’ve had worse, though this one lasted longer than any other I’ve had. I tried to distract myself by eating the cake and ice cream I was given, but I couldn’t eat very much of it so I passed it off to my sister. People went their own ways into the house (playing games, watching sports on TV, whatever they had been doing before they were called away for the birthday stuff) and I sat at the table, looking at some of the toys my cousin had gotten, again trying to distract myself. I finally got myself to calm down by mentally repeating what I remember of some meditation chant thing I learned about ages ago when I was researching Bhuddism and things like that. I don’t know if the words are right, but I don’t care, they tend to help me when I need to keep calm.

So, that passed, though I was still not really myself and I wanted to go home. It took a while before we could go and the niece decided she’d really rather stay than go, so she fought tooth and nail the whole way, screaming and yelling. One of these days someone is going to call the cops thinking we’re hurting her or that she’s been kidnapped, because she’s got a real set of lungs on her and likes to use phrases like “Help me”, “Save me”, and “Don’t touch me”. It’s good that she knows those words, but it would be nice not to have to explain to the cops that no, we’re not the bad guys, she’s just temperamental, and that guy dragging her to the car as she screams and cries and begs to be let go is her dad and they’re going to go pick her mom up from work. I’m seriously just waiting for the day someone calls the cops on us because of her yelling.

Anyway, we went home and I was so exhausted by then that I was falling asleep in the car. I came inside the house, got into PJs, and crawled onto the couch and passed out. Now I’m up at half-past eleven at night, writing this entry, and will probably go back to sleep very soon. Oh well...we get to babysit the niece again tomorrow night. Hooray.

Oh, also, I’m supposed to be writing a review of a couple people’s writings, but I’m so not in a good place to be writing that right now, so that’s why this is here instead of the reviews. Next entry should  be the reviews. Sorry, guys.

Yeah, I’ve got nothing else.

{My pain as of late: Normal random pain stuff. Last Wednesday had a nice brief period where a large section of my right thigh decided to continually hurt. After massaging it for a while, I found a place to put pressure on that made the pain slowly ease away. Hoorah.}
Some conversations you just have to share with people. This one took place after a long day of babysitting my niece and my brother was hanging around a bit before taking her home. It should be noted that the night before I had been talking to his wife about my NaNo.


Brother: (jokingly) So, I'm told you're writing about sparkling vampires.
Me: No sparklepires!
Mom: Wait, what?
Me: No sparklepires. -.-
Brother: You know, Twilight?
Mom: Okay?
Me: We don't call them vampires anymore. We call them sparklepires...because they sparkle in the sun...
Mom: Wait...why are they in the sun?
Me: Because they're immune to everything except being ripped apart and burned.
Mom: (scoffs) Yeah, right! Then they're not vampires.


I love my mom.

Wee Hours of the Morning...

So, my sister and I often have retarded, funny little conversations on MSN. Here is a little snippet that she decided I should put on here, mostly for Merf (who is, for some reason, now called “Merv”).


}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
awww jenn joined the sorority
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
fucking second n
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
go away DM<
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
OGAD NOW IT'S CALLED THE ME!
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
OGAD AND THE M CALLED AN E!
{Nothing Special - Patient Zero} [Final Count: 19,240/50,000] -Tears of Hope- R.I.P. Whitey <www.sylarsarmy.com> says:
(blinks) None of that made any sense...
{Nothing Special - Patient Zero} [Final Count: 19,240/50,000] -Tears of Hope- R.I.P. Whitey <www.sylarsarmy.com> says:
Oh wait, now I get it.
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
 the n, M, and E are ganging up on me
{Nothing Special - Patient Zero} [Final Count: 19,240/50,000] -Tears of Hope- R.I.P. Whitey <www.sylarsarmy.com> says:
That's because they're 'n-m-e'....haha...haha....ha......
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
lmao!
}-{The Occupant}-{ "Please God, stone all my friends..." "There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself."<W3 says:
faggish X) love it
{Nothing Special - Patient Zero} [Final Count: 19,240/50,000] -Tears of Hope- R.I.P. Whitey <www.sylarsarmy.com> says:
I love us.


I wonder if anyone else finds this funny. X)

P.S.: I hate Twilight. Nic went to CafePress and found a sad little image staring her straight in the face: a peace symbol, a heart, a bitten apple....you know....Peace, Love....and Twilight......Makes me a little depressed to see that thing so close to symbols I love so much....

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Finally, a new post!

Okay, so it’s been nearly a month since I posted in here so I figure I might as well. Not a whole lot has happened since my last post, at least not a whole lot I care much about. Someone who used to be my friend but then up and ran off returned, pregnant and still not my friend. The random, sporadic pain hasn’t changed, except now I am once again getting that weird post-charlie horse ache in my left calf every now and then.

But, then there was Christmas. Christmas was pretty awesome even though we all knew we were very poor so there was not going to be a huge extravagant thing that we attempt to pull off every year just because we like to give each other gifts. My brother, his wife and their daughter (who, at three, is one of the most awesome little kids I’ve ever known and also the biggest troublemaker) came over in the morning and we did stockings and presents. As expected, there wasn’t as much in the stockings as there usually is, but that didn’t matter. We set up my brother’s camera and recorded my niece opening her gifts first. Since she had her birthday earlier that month, she had finally learned how to tear open wrapping paper on her own and only asked for assistance a few times. She got a bunch of toys (My Little Ponies, some baby dolls, puzzles) and some learning tools (flash cards with numbers, letters, shapes, colors). We also got her a hardback copy of a book called “Love You Forever”, which is her favorite book. She lovingly calls it ‘Back and Forth’ and can pretty much recite the story from heart, page by page, with some slurring on the words. ^^

Anyway, I got some cool things. I got a wireless mouse (which I’ve desperately needed for my computer), some hobo gloves (you know...the ones with no fingers), another pair of hobo gloves but with the thumb still there and attachments that make them into mittens (with Tink on there no less!), a PostSecret book (to share with my sister), a DVD of The Search for Spock (ultimate win!!!), a pair of jeans (which I really, really, really needed), and a few other small things I can’t remember off the top of my head. Pretty good for a poor family, yeah?

Let’s see, what else? New Years was fun. The family was over again and we were required to stay up past midnight, which of course meant I stayed up until five in the morning, perfectly ruining the decent sleep schedule I should have been on. Well, I guess that’s what I get for trying to fix it two days before the new year. I’ve had a couple interesting dreams I’ve written some notes on that I think I might be able to turn into stories somewhere. I’m also going to be looking at my NaNo novel tonight. I have it open right now but I’m a little scared to look at it. I know it’s way below my usual standard of writing (NaNo is about quantity, not quality), but what if it’s way worse than I thought it was? What if I read it and don’t know how to edit it? Though the longer I avoid it, the harder it will be for me to get back to it, and there’s that NaNo meet up on the 11th and I REALLY want to find something in this WIP manuscript to share. Oy....

Looks like that’s about it for now. Oh wait, resolutions. The only one I can think of right now is better organization/follow-through, which hopefully will start with this LJ account and finally sending off a package to a family member that I’ve been meaning to send since, oh, last summer? >.< All I need is some ink for my printer and it’ll be ready to go! Oh, I also hope this follow-through thing will help me get a job.

Until next time, cheers.