Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

teaatsix. It's not really personal with her, she just annoys me because she has this habit of commenting on the NL with a link to a podfic (which are hard as hell to code when the header is done wrong). And then commenting ten minutes later with another. And ten minutes after that with another one. Because doing all three at once is impossible or something.

apieceofcake. My OCD makes me number how many icons/headers/banners/whatever are in a post when I link on the NL. And she always tends to post batches of about twenty at a time with not even any numbering on them.

twasadark. It's personal now. She's just plain rude. She left this comment randomly on my journal. A) what the fucking fuck? Don't spam me with the LJ equivalent of a flyer on my windshield, dammit. That's just not on. Second? I'M ALREADY WATCHING THAT COMM. And then today she drops this comment on iheartsmeckles. If she looked at the userinfo or the main LJ or anything she would see this and it would tell her that this is purely an emergency LJ of clex_monkie89. I do not like her and I will forever more continue to make faces whenever I see her post anything anywhere.

People who don't respond to their emails when it's something about a deadline.

People who say they will update a certain post weekly and then wait a month to get to the fucking comments.

People who look down on me because I've seen the HP movies but not read the books (No, Steve, I don't mean you). I only play in the fandom sporadically (and not in the fic parts) but I hate that feeling. That I'm less than someone else just because the books fucking bored me. I'm sorry, if it can't hold my attention I don't bother. It took me two weeks to read Good Omens and I love that book. I get distracted easily and I'll read eighty pages in two hours and then not touch the book for a week and a half and then come back and devour another 150 pages. I just couldn't do that with HP. It's like back in LotR all over again. There's a reason I only stuck to the LotRips side.

Me. I'm having one of Those Days. I have this problem (that is very possibly connected to the time I stopped breathing for a while when I was a baby) where occasionally I'll read something and not understand it. It comes in varying degrees, sometimes I can reread a paragraph ten times and not be able to tell you anything that was said in it and sometimes I can push my way through pages and pages of something, read it all, be able to tell you the gist of what happened and yet not actually understand anything complex. At the moment I'm sludging my way through a Numb3rs fic and now it's less about pleasure of reading it and more about having to finish it now that I've made it this far. I don't know whether it's that the fic is convoluted and thick on it's own (it does vary between Charlie and Larry's POVs, neither of whom are actually talking to anyone and thus don't need to dumb anything down out of their voice for the audience) or if it's me. I can tell you the basic outline of the fic up to where I am and even thrown in a few line-by-lines from it but nothing makes sense.

Me (redux). I have 130+ comments in my inbox and I just can't seem to make myself answer any of them. They're almost all comments on fic and meta or comments to fic commentaries and they're all things that require intelligent thought and not just throwaways of "I'm glad you liked it! Thank you!" and I don't seem to be able to fucking force myself to do anything.

PMS. Fuck this shit. Maybe later I'll be able to drag my ass out of bed (big-ass futons FTW) and walk to the store and get chocolate or something, I think I've got about a dollar in change. (Note to self: Give Phil back the ten bucks you no longer need.)

I am currently sitting outside of my mother's apartment because she thinks she told me that the top lock (the only one I don't have a key for) was locked when she called and woke me up this morning.

90f isn't hot but it sure as hell isn't nice in jeans and 15lbs boots.

So apparently I'm spending the day in a car driving up to Payson and back with Mom and CJ. I'll have my phone but it'll stop working (like it works now) about an hour out because they don't have Cricket (my service provider) up there.

Also? Yay, pissed off CJ by having the damned audacity to watch this on TV this morning. How dare I watch something with people he doesn't like on it.

This is gonna be a completely shit day for me today. Hey, maybe I'll get some writing done in the car.

Whoever was supposed to post ninth_wonders last night didn't and so I got stuck with a double tonight. Six and a half hours of coding later (I started 2100 and it is 0344 right now) and ?skip=620 and I'm finally done.

But I code for spnnewsletter tomorrow night and it looks like that one didn't go up tonight either.

I am also in physical pain because not only has my arthritis been acting up but I have spent the last two days crutching around with a 50lb backpack on my back and then squishing onto a love seat to sleep last night (I'm 5'11") and now my right shoulder and back hurts so bad it's not even funny.

I'm going to sleep now. Maybe when I wake up I won't feel like crying so hard.

Phil ordered me SPN S2 off Amazon with his card so I don't have to spend sixty bucks on it at a store. This means instead of having it on the 11th I'll have it on like the 14th or so but I'm okay with that.

Just DLd the whole gag reel. No spoilers aside from the fact that I love the boys.

Just wandered over to fanficrants and may lose the rest of the afternoon to it possibly. Fucking addictive shit over there.

I made a bunch of headers last night and killed a bunch more from my code. Here are the ones I currently have in rotation. Not dial-up friendly, of course.

In the last week or so I have finished season 3 of Boston Legal, watched all of Burn Notice, watched Pushing Daisies pilot (today) and (also today) started in on the Denny eps of Grey's Anatomy.

I really hate how much of a complete and utter asshole Isaiah Washington is. Because Burke is awesome and I really liked his and George's relationship (I've watched two or three eps before) and now it's just... irrevocably tainted. I cringe when they're being all friendly and shit on screen because now I know how fake it is and that sucks. I mean, yeah, it shows they're both pretty good actors but I like to delude myself into thinking the people playing friends like each other. LotRips and Jared and Jensen have totally spoiled me.

Apparently the way to make sure I might actually finish it is to give it a long and ridiculous title. Like the doc I currently have titled One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other (No, One Of These Things Just Doesn't Belong). And because it has a stupidly long title it'll end up being one that a bunch of people like (like the other two of mine with long titles that people like a lot).

waterofthemoon is gonna make my layout all pretty later on.

I really hate being nice all the time. Every once in a while I want to just stand up and scream, tell people to shut the fuck up or say any of the other thousands of things on my mind at the time. But I don't. Because I'm nice.

I don't remember if I mentioned this yet but I dropped both of my Chem classes. Turns out I can't math enough for them so I dropped them until I can get my math up. I now have two classes this semester and two seminars for a combined total of 8 credits. I like not being on financial aid; I totally didn't have to pull two extra classes that don't go towards my degree but would've nonetheless factored into my GPA.

I'm thinking I'm probably not in the greatest mood today. Yay me.

And this song just reminded me that I wanted to rant about music and the decline of quality in rap (Yes, it used to be different, listen to Tupac and Slick Rick for proof).

I know who Dean's amulet is of.

It's Marduk, a Babylonian Bull God.

I was headed towards the library today in between classes and this random dude came up to me and started talking to me about some guy named Marduk and about Cthulu and Babylonian Gods and I swear, it took me a stupidly long amount of time to realize he was talking about the gold thing on one of my necklaces (Dean's amulet). I trust that he's right because A) He sounded like he knew what he was talking about; B) The stuff he mentioned is the same as what I've found on the net, and; C) He's a Theology major.

Marduk at themystica.com, on Wikipedia, on livius.org, and on lexicorient.com, on ancientneareast.net. When I'm less tired I'll look for info with more value.

And speaking of being tired? I have been up since 0630, have been out of the apartment from 0800 until approximately 1800 because of class. And? I sat through both of the Chem Lecture classes that were on my schedule and the Chem Lab that wasn't but hopefully will be soon. Yeah, instead of getting a Chem Lecture and Chem Lab I got two Chem Lectures and sat through them back-to-back. I got the Drop/Add slip so that I can drop the first Lecture and add the lab for the second one. The lab? Is Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1430-1720 so I'm gonna be staying Tuesday nights over at Mom's place (She still has to ask CJ about Thursdays) because I don't want to sit in what I know to be bad neighborhoods in bus stops with no light on or around them when it's dark out. And I'd be getting home around 2000 or 2030.

Which means that possibly starting the day after tomorrow I will no longer have net on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Also I will likely be begging for control of the TV in 44 days when Supernatural premieres. How much ass is it that when I'm finally living in a place with people who like the show I likely won't actually get to be here to watch it with them when it's on?

And tomorrow? I get to spend five hours on a bus and walk a combined total of a full mile for literally fifty minutes of class.

Yeah, I found out that not only do I have to bus it two to two and a half hours in each direction but that I also have to walk from Seventh Avenue to Eleventh where the college is. On my crutches, with my heavy-ass backpack, in the ten minutes between when the bus drops me off and when I have to be to class so I'm not marked as late (It totally drops me off at __50 when I have class at __00). Only two days of this and my back/leg/hip/shoulders have already locked up on me four different times (three of them tonight) already. At leas the pain that comes with my brace is good; it lets you know it's doing it's job and the knee is all that hurts. The crutches fuck up your whole damn body.

I read about 90+ pages of Night Watch today. I'm on 186 now and seriously wishing I had a library card so I could check out more to read on the bus. Maybe I'll see if Stephie has one.

So tired MOG.

This song totally just came on and now I'm happy. ♥

I've figured out why I dislike coding the Heroes Newsletter (Aside from the asshat who keeps spoiling me for SPN over there).

It's all the mushed names. I'm just not into fandom enough to know on site what half the mushes are. And when you list it Pairing: Paire, Mylar, Plaude I want to punch you in the face because it takes me a while to decipher all those "cute" little mashes. Is it really that hard to just type Pairing: Peter/Claire, Mohinder/Sylar, Peter/Claude?

Man, aside from the spoiler chick and the fucking names I like it though. I know it may not seem like it cause I complain all the time but that's mostly because the majority of my FList is in SPN fandom, so commenting on all the crazy shit I see coding on Saturdays isn't really news to anyone. Otherwise I'd totally bitch about the more annoying/dumb/batshit side of SPN too.

And yes, I'm totally starting coding early tonight. I'm tired and I don't feel real good so I want to have it ready in case I start nodding out at ten (which I doubt since I've only been up for three hours as of now).

I just went five hundred and twenty fucking entries back on the N_W watcher because yesterday's poster is an idiot is new and doesn't know how to read, apparently. And also she must have never, ever seen the Newsletter either since it's common knowledge that it goes up late at night. And, I mean, she's here in the US so it's not even like she posted at midnight her time and it was early for us. She posted at eleven in the fucking morning!

If yesterday's coder had posted last night like she was supposed to instead of yesterday morning I wouldn't have had to go back nearly far enough to get to the post that spoiled me for SPN.

I don't want to take it out on her, really, but who the hell posts a daily Newsletter first thing in the morning? If you are told you are doing the newsletter for Thursday you assume it means Thursday night, not any time on Thursday and certainly before it's even noon!

As you can tell I'm still a little pissed about this. I don't fucking care, Yeah, I'm probably overreacting but it pisses me off. It's less about the spoiler now and more about the fact that it's three in the morning and I've been coding since ten last night.

I just spent five fucking hours coding because she did about an hour of work. I know it was her first, or one of her first, day(s) but... Common fucking sense, dude. If everyone else posts right around midnight that doesn't mean you can post whenever you feel like it.

I'm not pissed because she kept me up--I'm all but nocturnal these days anyway and yesterday I didn't go to sleep until about 0700--I'm pissed because her first day on the job and she didn't do it right.

Okay. So. Even though this isn't entirely about The Spoiler is still kinda is so according to nardasarmy's list I now owe... the boys on a beach and the boys in handcuffs. Drabbles totally count.

It's two weeks until the first.

Big Bang is due on the first, my story and the art I'm doing for Hans' fic.

The week surrounding the first, before and after, will probably be spent by me and Yussie trying to figure out what we're going to do with the TVs and beds and computers and moving back into Mom's apartment.

Mom said if we move back in we both have to get jobs.

My knee brace is still broken from a few months ago and it's not likely that she'll be able to front me the $400 it'll take to get fixed. Without the brace I'm on crutches and even with the brace I can only stand for about five hours at a time before my entire body starts to go beyond ache and into full-fledged hurt. It's why I've yet to keep a job for longer than two weeks; because I work fast food (Because I can't really do anything) and even though I tell them I have a knee brace and can only stand for five hours they always start my second week by scheduling me for 6-9 hours shifts. Or, like at Subway, 12-hour shifts. And then I end up having to quit because I can't stay at a job that makes me actually cry when I get home because of how much pain I'm in.

I can't get disability because my knee is not permanent; if I could manage to get everyone involved to agree to give me the surgery then it would be fixed.

Mom doesn't have cable internet or DSL or anything like that and I'm back to using my laptop with the broken, wobbley phone port. Which means I'm not even going back to 26.6kbps, I'm going back to... I have no idea what. Probably back to fighting Joseph over my desktop (Him for an hour, me for an hour, him for an hour, me for and hour, etc).

I'm in one of those nice, awesome little funks where all I want to do is sleep or lay in a bathtub all day long. My ADD is acting up so badly that I'm jittery, actually shaking off excess energy, and I can't concentrate on reading anything or writing anything or drawing or watching TV. My ulcer is acting up again to the point where nearly all food is aggravating it, I have two different cold sores from stress, and I'm scratching at my arms and face so bad that I'm starting to look like a meth addict again (Which is always a nice look; especially when you're job hunting).

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and force myself to try and fix my Big Bang.

At 0900 I'm supposed to be at Safeway to finish my paperwork and do my four-hour orientation. Because this means I will be starting soon I have already started to further alter my sleep schedule so that I will be ready to be awake 2100-1400.

In an effort not to sleep tonight I have just gone and re-read most of mine and technosage's exploits from Zombie Weekend at an RPG we used to play in. Man I miss that. It was tons of fun and I desperately need to have Dean mention a Zombie Weekend or Zombie Stew in some story in the future.

On another note? I want to shower so badly but am not yet because I need to save that for when my eyes are starting to blur.

On another note? Right before I left Dad's I put a new background on my laptop, it's a New!OTP wallpaper that someone did (On Ma and CJ's comp right now so I can't link or show or anything yet) and I keep randomly looking over to my laptop (Which is sitting open next to me) and staring at the pretty, pretty background. Mm.

Also? In justnow news? I hate my mother. It's amazing how in ten minutes of being awake she manages to: make me feel like shit about still being up, tell me I shouldn't be on the comp, bitch at me for having the sliding door open just barely, and yell at me.

I miss Dad's already. I wish he were closer to work and not Mom.

I was totally in a good mood just a few minutes ago...