So I guess I can't really blame the paint for my illness yesterday. It was just some weird, out of the blue fever/cold. As the day wore on, I got more sore and weak. By the time we got back from shopping, all I could do was lay on the couch and shiver. So finally, I got the idea that I should take my temperature. When I did, it was 99.9. So I took some Tylenol PM and went to bed (at 7:00), having Dom take my temperature every once in a while after that until he went to bed. My temperature climbed to 100.8 at the last check. That's not terribly high for a fever, but generally, my body temperature is pretty low (around 98.1). My whole body ached and I kept thrashing around in my bed, trying to get comfortable and warm. Finally, the tylenol PM kicked in and I was able to sleep. Until the walls started to shake and I woke up in delerium thinking “What the fuck? Am I dreaming?” Then I went out into the living room and Dom was using the power drill to put together our new dinette table. After that, I slept pretty well all night. This morning my fever was gone so I didn't call in sick to work. But I do still feel pretty weak and sore and my glands are pretty swollen still. WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?! I have no idea!! I've got my little space heater on and my hands are still cold so I don't know if it's going to come back or not.
Blah blah blah. I realize this is probably the most boring/whiny post ever. Sorry about that. I'll come back later with (hopefully) something interesting to say.
Cranelike
Metamorphic
Ugh. I feel like crap. This time it wasn't from alcohol either. While I did spend a great deal of my day yesterday pretty damned hungover from Friday (it went away when I had a beer with dinner…naturally), I do beleive my current state was caused by paint fumes. I helped Faye paint her new apartment yesterday and became aware, after a few hours in there, that I was high as a kite. I had to go upstairs and lay down on the carpet, and eventually I had to get out of there. But I don't think I got out of there soon enough. When I went to bed last night (at 11:00!) I fell asleep immediately and proceeded to have the WEIRDEST damn dreams. They weren't exactly scary (me putting the moves on Daniel Radcliffe…ok, that's a little scary. But only because of the potential jail time) but there were some definite disturbing parts (some guy running some sort of amusement park scam wherein he lures children into slavery with clowns). I got wise to his scheme and tried to stop him but I got kidnapped as well and even though Wesley from the Buffyverse was there, he could do nothing to help either. When I woke up, I was still trying to escape. It wasn't working. And now I have a really bad sore throat/cough. I only hope Faye is doing OK cos she has to spend all day today painting as well.
Sorry about that dream recount. I've heard people say one of their least favorite things is hearing about other people's dreams. Hopefully that's not the case. I personally love hearing other people's dreams.
ANYWHO, Friday night was Hedwig and it was amazing. Without Goth Girl's presence, it was easily the best theatrical performance I have ever seen. It is so multi-layered. It's hilarious and the songs rock, but it's also a story about feeling lonely and finding peace within yourself. I think we can all relate to that at least a little bit. (Actually, when I describe it like that, it sounds kinda lame…)
Today Dom and I are going to be “all domestic and shit” and go to Ikea and Target. I hate shopping and I don't relish the notion of going to Ikea, but we really need to go. But first I have to get over these damned paint fumes!
Unopened (fwd) Gushing Squirting jessica
It always creeps me out when my name is in the subject line of a piece of spam email. Especially when I'm apparently both gushing and squirting.
Anywho, as irritating as the phrase “T.G.I.F.” is (as well as the chain), I'm beginning to understand the origin all too well. There is definitely genuine relief when I wake up on Friday morning, knowing I won't have to be back in this place for two days. Especially when this Friday has started off pretty badly. I bought cupcakes for my boss's birthday and the frosting melted and slid off. They look pretty horrorshow at this point. Happy Birthday, boss. Here are some nasty looking cupcakes from your street urchin of an assistant. I found a giant run in my stockings on the way here as well so I had to stop at the drug store to get some replacements. And then I got here, knowing all the work I had to do, feeling relieved that the intern could help me with some of the more mundane tasks, and I found out that she quit yesterday. Threw in the damn towel and she's moving to New York to persue her dream of being a cake decorator. I am not joking. It's strange how she never mentioned this dream in her interview when she was telling me how excited she was about learning more about finance. She told my boss that this internship was “boring”. Well, duh, honey. What did they teach you in business school that made it sound interesting?
I really think this job is making me less clever. It's frustrating. I also realized today that even though it's less painful than most jobs I've had, as far as my day to day duties, it's still a desk job. And since I don't have ANY friends in this office (most people I know have at least one co-worker they can talk to), it's pretty fucking lonely here too. Thank god I have you, livejournal. You're not as nurturing as I would like and you never offer any advice, but you always listen and you never make me feel inferior.
Hedwig is tonight!
n/a
1. Who do you admire the most and why?
I admire lots of different people for lots of different reasons. But one person who comes to mind is my friend Kristie who joined the Peace Corpse and was stationed in Uzbekistan where she was pelted with rocks every day by men who called her a whore, and then she got a stomach parasite and lost 20 pounds (she was very thin to begin with) and she still didn't leave until her village was invaded and evacuated.
2. What would you have as your last meal if you were on death row?
I would say Daal, Garlic Naan and papadums. But it's so hard to find good curry in America that I would be afraid that it would be a waste of a last meal. So maybe just the classic pasta with tomato sauce and garlic bread. That's pretty hard to screw up and always delcious. Especially if the sauce has a loaded gun in it with which I can break out of prison and go on the lam. I'm INNOCENT, I tell you!
3. What is your earliest memory?
It's either watching The Dark Crystal in the theatre or sitting on the front steps of my house in Oregon with my brother. I don't know which came first.
4. If you had 3 wishes, what would your 3rd wish be?
My third wish? Why my third wish? Whatever. Probably for my brother to have a normal life. He pretty much got shat on by a vengeful god.
5. If you had to be blind or deaf, which would you choose?
I'm already losing both and so far the vision is more troublesome. So I'm gonna go with that. Besides, if I were deaf, I would never have to hear another Creed song as long as I lived, so that's gotta be a blessing in disguise.
6. Have you ever been dared to do something where the risk exceeded the reward (ie. jump off a building for a penny)?
I'm not one for doing things that endanger my own life. Especially not for a penny. I'll leave that stuff to the Jackass guys.
7. If you had a superpower, which superpower would it be and why?
I've ALWAYS wanted to be able to stop time like that girl from “Out of This World”. And then I could sleep in every day and still make it to work on time.
8. What is your favourite vegetable?
Can't really go wrong with red peppers.
9. In how many different languages do you know the meaning of at least one word?
Do items on a menu count? Cos that would increase the number. Before menus: 11
After menus: 13
10. What did you want to be when you were a child?
A boy.
11. What one event (if any) would you change in your personal past if you had the power to do it once? Can't think of one specific turning point that I would have changed but I might have told my 7-year-old self to take it easy on the knees.
12. What’s the one question you want to be asked of you in an interview?
Is $500,000 enough for a starting salary?
13. Have you ever cheated death?
Apparently during my first knee surgery, they had a hard time waking me up from general anesthesia. But I obviously don't remember that so it wasn't that scary.
14. What was the most important decision you’ve ever had to make?
Deciding where to go to college. It didn't seem THAT important at the time, but my life would be 100% different if I'd gone to Emerson in Boston instead of UPS in Tacoma.
15. Which sports team do you support the most, and why?
The one with your mom on it.
16. Mobile phones (cellphones) – evil or good?
Both. That's kind of a dumb question to end this meme on. So I'll add one.
Bonus: What movie do they show 24-7 in your own personal hell?
Moulin Rouge.
What the devil does
So my job description is pretty vast. I get to do a lot of random things like plan parties and seminars I won't attend and order the fancy food I won't eat. Today I am looking for an apartment that I will never live in or even see. We have clients in Alaska and we are trying to get more so my boss told me to look for a studio apartment in Anchorage and someone from the office will go up there for a week once a month and stay in this apartment. It's really strange looking for an apartment in a city you've never even been to. I have no idea what a good price for an apartment is, where the good parts of town are or anything like that. I just have to take the ad's word, which makes me nervous. It seems like there aren't NEARLY as many apartments for rent in Anchorage than there are here in Seattle (or even in Tacoma, for that matter).
I also don't like the fact that for every single rental site I go to, (including the Anchorage Daily News Classifieds), I have to register before I can even see what they have. Why do you need to know my gender or date of birth when all I want to know is if you have any furnished studios available?! I've never considered myself a conspiracy theorist, but I can't help but think that somewhere there's a file on me to which they're adding “searched for apartments in Anchorage on July 15, 2004”.
Meme of the Day
Here's a shorty since I've already blabbed enough today. I don't know if it's a meme exactly or just 5 questions but I found it on a meme site, so I'm doing it anyway.
1. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have?
Everything I have wanted to do that I've had the balls to do, I've pretty much done (apart from little things). I've always wanted to have the nerve to sky dive. But i've heard too many freak stories and I don't have the best luck in the world…
2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest?
Depends on who's asking. If it's a good friend, I tell them the truth (in a nice way). But if I don't know them that well, I'll probably tell them it's great no matter what. I think that's pretty normal, right?
3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn't? What happened?
Yes. A friend of mine slept with another friend of mine and she told me details about him that STILL pop into my brain unexpectedly when I'm talking to him. Ew.
4. If you could live in any fictional world (from a book/movie/game/etc.) which would it be and why?
The Buffyverse. I think I'd do pretty well since I know more about it than some of the characters. I'd become a watcher and go live with Andrew in Italy. And then I could smack Dawn over the head whenever I felt like it. I'm going to stop talking about this now before I show my full geek face to the world. It ain't pretty.
5. What's one talent/skill you don't have but always wanted?
That is EASY. I wish I could sing/have a stage presence. I have always wanted to be in a band and I have even tried (Faye knows all too well) but no matter how much I want it, there's no arguing the fact that I have ZERO musical talent. I can't even sing on key. It's retarded.
Take That, Facists!
I just got this email from The Human Rights Campaign:
“We did it! Just moments ago, the Federal Marriage Amendment lost
in the Senate by a stunning, bipartisan vote of 50-48. We won
this historic victory for two reasons: First, because the
politics of division don't work, and second: the votes were on
our side.
But the real reason we won is this: You. You and every
fair-minded American, gay or straight, who called, e-mailed,
faxed, visited, tracked down, and otherwise urged your Senators
not to write discrimination into the Constitution. Thank you.
This amazing moment belongs to all of us. Please, share this
victory with all the friends and family you talked into fighting
with us. We join in celebration with each of you. The campaign
to defeat this amendment has been a top priority for HRC and
with your amazing efforts over the course of many months, today
we won this round of the fight.”
They go on to talk about lots of other bills and events coming up that threaten Gay and Lesbian rights, but at least for now the immediate threat is gone. So hooray! We DO still have a say in our country from time to time. So we don't have to run for the border just yet…
Cockles
I can’t believe it’s only fucking Wednesday. This week is going to be the death of me.
So, I have mentioned the bitch monster that works here with me. She’s 24 years old and is my superior. That wouldn’t be so bad if she weren’t such a little princess and didn’t treat me like crap. Case in point, this morning, at our weekly meeting, she decided (and everyone agreed, including me) that “we” need to organize the office, empty boxes, consolidate, move certain furniture etc. But then I realised that she meant RIGHT NOW and also, “we” meant ME. “Someone has to do it” she said. “I don’t care who”. But then everyone went back into their office and she reminded me that it needed to be started on this morning. So here I am in one of the shortest dresses I own, moving bookshelves, breaking down boxes and sprawling out on the floor doing manual labor. I love to be everyone’s butt monkey! And now it’s 10:30 and I still haven’t done any of the work that’s in my “job description” this morning. Granted, I could be doing it RIGHT NOW instead of blogging. But fuck, I need a break, and I’m too pissed off at that spoiled little designer suited bitch to do any real work.
On a lighter note, I saw a free screening of I, Robot last night with Dom and Faye. It wasn’t as bad as we’d expected. In fact, while certainly not being Shakespeare (or even Asimov), it was pretty damned entertaining right up until the end when it got all Jerry Bruckheimer-pointless slow motion-unrealistic gravity-defying stunts-y on us. Also, there was a pretty weird scene with a cat. I guess they were trying to establish what a nice guy Will Smith’s character was. Whatever. Anyway, I probably wouldn’t recommend paying full price for it. MAYBE a matinee if you’ve already seen everything else. But definitely worth a rent for a mindless evening involving beer.
And Faye promised to start a blog :P so I’m leaving the full review up to her for her first entry. Go Faye!
The Final Countdown
10 bands you have been listening to a lot lately:
-ELO
-The Electric Six
-Everything on KJRfm since that's what I listen to at work
-The Divine Comedy
-Muse
-The Tangents
-Chicago
-The Polyphonic Spree
-The Velvet Underground
-Hall and Oates
9 things you look forward to:
-Sleeping in
-Putting my jammies on
-Nip/Tuck
-Parties
-Lunch
-Doing meme's
-Elyse doing my meme's
-Summer
-5:00
8 things you like to wear:
-Eyeliner
-Black clothing (though not always. I swear!)
-My jammies
-My party dress (50's style with cherries on it)
-A shit-eating grin
-My birthday suit
-Chap Stick
-Dom
7 things that annoy you:
-Being overly full
-People who don't stand to the right on escalators
-Baz Lurhmann
-When people say “You brought this weather with you/took it with you”. Do they actually think that I can control the weather?
-Dropping my gum and not being able to find it and knowing that when I do find it, it will be all over something important (that just happened)
-When it's not busy at work all day and then, at 4:30, I suddenly have 100 things to do
-Having mosquito bites the size of quarters that itch like a motherfucker
-Only being able to list 7 things that annoy me :)
6 things you say most days:
-I heart living in Seattle
-My job is sucking my will to live
-Germans love David Hasselhoff
-I think Faye is mad at me
-I can't wait till my breast reduction surgery
-Shut up, Marilyn
5 things you do every day:
-Check my email
-Poop
-Sleep
-Eat
-Obsessively chec/add things to my daily planner
4 people you want to spend more time with:
-Dom (I know I LIVE with the guy but we're both so busy all the time
-Elyse and Gene
-4 sexually curious hobbits (I'm counting that as one, cos they're small)
3 movies you could watch over and over again: (and you bet I do)
-Transformers: The Movie
-Zoolander
-Showgirls
2 of your favorite songs at the moment:
-Rocket Man
-Elyse and Gene's version of “Paradise by the Dashboard Light”
1 person you could spend the rest of your life with:
-4 sexually curious hobbits
A Girl With Extra Baggage
So I'm feeling much better today. It's not Tuesday and even though I'm very tired, I seem to be mostly over my emotional slump. Maybe it was getting drunk on a Monday that did it. I'm still very very tired and looking forward to hopefully having a nice quiet evening at home one night this week. It won't be tonight, though, because I'm going to see a free screening of I Robot which will surely be craptastical. But free. And it will allow me to write a scathing review in this space tomorrow, which will be fun and I won't have to be sad once again that Aint It Cool News is slighting my reviews.
I'm also excited because I'm going to see Hedwig, the live show, on Friday with Elyse, Faye, Chris and whoever else we convince before Friday. It's a chance to see it either a) without the interruptions of the Goth Girl superfan who sang along loudly to every song last time or at least b) one of us having the balls to tell her to shut the fuck up this time. If the latter is necessary, that person will surely be Faye. She's good at blasting scathing insults so cold that it makes you want to crawl up into your own asshole for warmth.
Guess what, you guys! I found a page with, like, 100 meme's on them! My arsenal is full and I will be keeping myself busy for weeks to come! Or at least until I get this horrible meme addiction out of my system. Whichever comes first.
Until later, daffidiles.
Effed by the Wind 