Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

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Originally posted by pinkfinity at Updated STOP SOPA/STOP PIPA post

A thirty degree change in temperature overnight sucks for arthritis, dude.

 

This is gonna be one of those days where everything takes three times as many spoons as usual.

 

Sitting hurts, moving hurts, even typing hurts. I have never been happier for this SlideIT keyboard on my phone than I am now.

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I know, I know, I'm clogging the hell out of your FList. Sorry.

1. Post to LJ more.

2. Comment more, lurk less.

3. Don't let other people make me hate what I'm writing.

4. Write more.

5. Lose weight and get in shape.

6. Be less negative.

7. Make my resume suck less.

8. Find a career, not a job.

9. Stop settling for things because I think I don't deserve better.

10. Feel better about myself.

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A $50 Amazon gift card, clearly.

Really, my family has been poor pretty much my whole life, and even though we have a house now, we're working our way towards only being a month behind on all our bills. So, clearly, wish lists and presents have only very sporadically been a part of my life.

Just cried for about five minutes straight because I couldn't make myself stop.

There isn't even anything particularly horrible going on at the moment, just a bunch of little things and the realization that I have almost zero control over anything in my life.

My bank account is -$300 (still, not again) because Ma and CJ don't care.

My phone barely works and Sprint won't do anything but send the same shitty model phone to me, and I am stupidly behind on my bill.

I still have no battery for my laptop, and will probably not have one by WinCon because I have a couple of dollars in PayPal that will be eaten by my bank if I try to transfer so I can buy one.

I live out past where the busses stop and Ma and CJ refuse to put me on the car insurance because they don't think I can drive Ma's Charger—which means I literally cannot leave the house unless Ma wants to take me somewhere.

I have a $105 paycheck from my orientation day at work that I can't even cash because Me doesn't like leaving the house. I also need new shoes for work, a knee brace, and a bra that doesn't have underwire (because mine sets of the metal detector and cuts five minutes each off my 20 break and 30 minute lunch every night).

My job's hours means I can only talk to my friends on Saturdays and Sundays.

I leave for WinCon in a week and a half and have no idea how I'm paying for the room or food or if I'm getting a tattoo or what (fuck you, it's literally the only money I spend on myself all year that isn't needed to survive) because I have to get paid by check and have the above issues with a bank account. And Ma talked to CJ who apparently decided what I'm doing with/for money and how it's working, but they'll tell me eventually.

Oh! I almost forgot. Also, the whole "going back to school" thing I wanted to do is probably not gonna happen because I don't have $130 to pay Phoenix College to release my transcripts to the University of Phoenix so that I can get the loans and financial aid I need.

Also, sleep and net issues means I'm posting MiniBang tomorrow instead of last Friday, and I am fucked because after final beta I am below the 10k minimum and I have to figure out how to up it without it dragging.

I found out Bin Laden was dead from Twitter, told my AIM Chat and now I am waiting for CNN to catch up to the internet and Twitterland.

Good riddance.

...I suck at journaling, man. I'll blame Twitter, even though I kinda suck at that, too. So, non-bullet bulleties.

- spn_j2_bigbang! I signed up! Sadly, my first idea for it is something that I recently realized will get maybe three people will read it, because fandom as a whole seems to loathe the theme. I know you shouldn't write specifically for comments, but there is something distressing about spending months and months writing 20k+ and getting only four comments on it. Also, I am tired of being one of the last picks for art. It's stressful.

- Since my last real update B has put in his plea, officially been sentenced and moved back to Florence. This is good, because Florence is a one hour drive where Tucson was three, and it's a two hour visit through glass where Tucson was a half an hour over camera. Also, last night Kristin (his other sister) stopped by to pick up some of his stuff because when they moved him from county in Tucson back to Florence he couldn't bring anything but his court paperwork with him. It was cool, me, her, and Ma got to talk for about two hours before she had to go. We're gonna get together on Sunday before she drives back up to Pinon.

- Google is awesome, but their beta phases are apparently crap with people. Seriously, I have a brand new respect for all the buggy shit in GMail when it first started and everything. They're trying Lead Qualifiers--people who will answer the calls when they come in and get their name, number, website, what their budget is, and then direct them to the right people on the right team. In one minute. They literally have a handle time of sixty seconds, which means if they take longer than that to do anything, they're breaking their version of a quota. The past two weeks have been pretty crap because of this and all the systems that haave been breaking because of it.

- I am still in love with Southland, and it is back and everything about it is made of love.

- In related and more shameful news, I have been randomly watching S10 of Smallville here and there and kinda falling back in love with it. I CAN'T HELP IT. LOIS AND CLARK! THAT IS MY LOIS AND CLARK FROM COMICS! Except for where SV has torn apart the canon and made their own, but when I think of it as an Elseworlds it hurts me less. Also, holy shit, Ollie, you are weridly in love with Clark, man. I am not used to it, but until you get a Hal of your very own (or a Dinah that doesn't make my eyes twitch as hard) I guess I do not mind. I ALMOST FORGOT. Daniel Jackson, you may be doomed to be an archaeologist forever but you were perfect as Hawkman, and I cheered like hell when you tossed Green Arrow through the window, and when you tossed him on the table, and generally when you existed and were onscreen.

- More related news, Batman/Superman: Public Enemies, the movie, is amazing. I quoted nearly the whole thing in Chat last week when I watched it, because Superman and Batman and their relationship was so damn perfect.

- Young Justice, on the other hand, makes me sad all over and I almost want to make an entire post just about all the ways it sucks. Also, I spent the first fifteen minutes or so going, "Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon" over and over until he showed.

- Speaking of Smallville, I have been rereading SV fic based in/written during seasons 1 and 2, and it has been weirdly nostalgic and awesome. On the off chance that there is anyone here still in that fandom, or who still has bookmarks from that fandom, I would not turn them down.

- This got really long. I will go now, because I need to write this weekend before cherie_morte kills me.

Today was a day. I will post small bits because I'm tired and just plain don't want to talk about stuff a lot.

Work is fun, I like it, but I am cursed by people who want to show ads in only a twenty-mile radius (not really their fault, I don't expect a local pizza place, for example, to advertise nation-wide), or who immediately change their entire campaigns once I'm done, thus ensuring that they don't get clicks and I don't get credit. They let us surf YouTube or listen to Pandora or do whatever between calls, so long as we pay attention and stop everything else when we are on a call, so that's awesome too.

I got a random message on Facebook about a week ago from someone who used to know my babysitter when I was little (five or younger, because this was IL). It was incredibly creepy and kinda fucked with my day bad, because my old babysitter was not a good person and bad people tend to be friends with bad people.

Last Monday my big brother entered his plea bargain (I had to go to work), and today he was officially sentenced to natural life without parole. My boss let me off from work so I went up there with Ma and CJ. I'm really glad I got to go, because the judge and the guard let us hug him. I haven't been able to hug him in literally five or six years, because he has non-contact visitation, so when we see each other it's through glass. After court me and Ma got to see him for visitation, but the county jail down in Tucson is half-hour visits only, and through video, so it wasn't like I was used to.

He an Ma cried a lot, so I stayed strong, didn't cry, and didn't let my eyes water much, but now I'm worried that he might think I don't care because I wasn't crying. I didn't want to cry though, because I hate crying and I feel weak and shitty when I do it, and I know it would make them both feel bad, so I didn't. And I'm not crying now because I'm trying not to focus on the fact that if I ever get to physically hug Bryon again it won't be for, at least, twenty years.

And then, and I know this is so fucking piddly in comparison, but money is tight, we got home and I realized my team's pot luck and Secret Santa is tomorrow, so I had to spend ten bucks on a gift card and ended up buying brownies instead of making them because I am fucking tired and it's cheaper than getting everything we need for the brownies. But, still, about fifteen bucks that didn't have to be spent there.

Well, now that I've depressed myself again, and all of you, I'm going to go do things and try to sleep.

Today I went and did my drug test for work and got bangs! I think they look pretty good, no?

( Three pics, not huge. )

I didn't realize I was going to do anything beyond a trim until I walked in, but I really like it.