Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Gah I'm back with this doohicky Trixie had on hers. Figured I better do it now...

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?
More, because prior to this I only wrote the odd chapter of X-Files fic, and those usually were never completed.


What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2002?
I guess it'd have to be Jess/Dean, which of course got much gossip. How fun!

What's your favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest.
Favorite story? My story? God... Probably I Hope You Dance, or The Mariano Agenda. Someone elses? Shivery and Secret Santa Stars Hollow Style (Trixie...... you HAVE to read it. You will enjoy it I swear. with your... likings... you will. Just keep faith through it that you will like the end because it has some sketchy moments.)

Did you take any writing risks this year? (See above for unexpected pairings, etc.) What did you learn from them?
The biggest risk I took was writing Slash, and I learned that you are going to get flamed, and that you just have to stop caring what people think and write what you want to write.


Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?
Just to complete the ones I've started..... oh, and to start writing holiday fics MONTHS before the actual holiday.
And I'm off like a prom dress. Or at least, I will be in about an hour and half. I suppose this means I should actually finish getting dressed and finish packing.

Life's funny like that.

Happy New Year everyone.

Monday, December 30, 2002

Sunday, December 29, 2002

I'm so tired. But I wanted to blog and just say I'm alive first. I think I'm getting sick. Which sucks because I'm supposed to go away for New Years.

Friday, December 27, 2002

I'm so sick of being yelled at for things I didn't do, or have no control over.

Hmmm. Deja Vu. Oh, yeah, that's why. I wrote something similar on Christmas.

Well let's continue. I need to have a SERIOUS talk with my mother tonight. If she doesn't get her act together... well, she won't be the one hurting, it will be me. Everytime she does something wrong, or not at all, I get yelled at and then I have to fix her mistakes. Me. Not her. Me. Most of the time it's either to do with the cat, or with her not calling someone she has to call by a certain time.

For instance, today. First I took a shower, cleaned my room a bit, made my bed, got dressed, etc. Then went down to get some lunch and ended up having to clean the kitchen. I had to sweep dry cat food off of the middle of the kitchen floor. (Which I'm still not sure how it got there.) Then I had to clean canned cat food that had caked onto the sink. Assumingly over night because thats just what I think. (Which I know is something Mom did because I Dad wouldn't touch anything close to that unless he absolutely had to. Plus I know I didn't do it.) Then I had to clean up stuff that was on the counter. A papertowl left overnight (Which may have been indirectly linked to me since it was used when refilling my black ink cartidge last night, although, when I left dad was using it to clean up so he should have thrown it out.) and a knife, a butter knife, which was not mine, and dad claims not his.

Oh but that's not all. First, we bought some Wunderbar Bologna a while back because mom likes it. Well she fed some to the cat. Because she can't not. I'm not really sure how she has such trouble saying no to the cat. I guess I'll have to rexplain that it is not good for her. At any rate. The piece she used was so mutilated it couldn't be used on a sandwich. So I figured she'd keep using it to feed the cat even though she shouldn't. Well apparently not. Because today I had to toss that piece out because it'd gone bad! Then last night we were cleaning my ears and putting antibacterial stuff on them (I just got them repierced the 16th) Well the cat was watching, and sniffing, and mom being a moron held out the Q-tip with the antibacterial ointment on it to the cat. Now the cat knows not what it is, and it really has no scent, so it could be food. Plus someone she trusts is offering it to her. So the cat, rationalizing all that, licks it. The cat LICKS the OINTMENT. We have no idea what it could do to her! It could be poisonious for crying out loud. So today, the cat threw up. Guess who got stuck cleaning it? Me....... and well, Dad too after I almost threw up with it. Oh, and I got yelled at for that too. I can't help it if I'm squeemish. Or whatever. Gah.

Thursday, December 26, 2002

I finally got the shirt I'd been waiting for today! Yay! So happy.

I also went searching for some PS2 parts today. Apparently a lot of gaming systems were sold for Christmas because the stores were totally cleaned out lol. Everything is a repeat tonight. Which sucks. I'll probably end up watching either "The Importance of Being Ernest" or "Life or Something Like It."

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

I am so sick of being yelled at for no reason. It's horrible. I've fallen into a self-destructive pattern and I need to break out of it but I can't. It's that simple I... can't. I know everyone says stuff like "It's not you can't, it's you won't." NO. NO NO NO. It's CAN'T. The economy is horrible. So horrible and you hear everyone talking about it, but it's worse than they all say. Because most of them at least have jobs. Have you tried to get a job now? It's so hard. Unemployment is way up. No one is hiring because they can't afford it. Without having a decent job I can't make enough to survive outside of my self-destructive pattern. I know there's that whole "Go back to school and get your diploma" thing. Well guess what, I already have a diploma. Yes I can go to college, but incase you hadn't noticed, that costs money too. It's so... wrong. It's unfair and upsetting.
Merry Christmas everyone!!!! Hope you have a good day. Now I'm going to bed. Before my obnoxious friend returns and tries to talk me into... crap. He's back. Great. Okay I have to explain blogging then I am gonna go. So. Yeah. Anyways Merry Christmas everyone.

Monday, December 23, 2002

Today was just plain weird. It snowed some time between bed and wake. So I spent a lot of time shoveling out. Did I mention I hate snow? Because I do. I can't wait to get out of this place. Gah. I also received a message back from one of my bosses. After what? 4 days. Geez. They didn't even tell me if everything was okay, which was what I wanted to know in the first place. So I'll just assume it was, and go on my merry little way.

My dad is a total pain by the way. He never shuts up. It's so obnoxious. It's like "I'm making a call so sh." "Okay." I pick up the phone and begin dialing and he's like "Oh did you blah blah blah blah blah blah." To which I respond with a, "Shut the hell up, I'm on the *bleep*ing phone." I had to go pick up cookies from my grandmother's old friend today. I don't mean that like it sounds really. I mean yes she is old. But I meant it more as, they've been friends a long time. Plus they are no longer really friends until this friend dies. Yeah. Anyways. 99% of the stuff she gave me, we won't eat. So it's like, "Well, great." All we will eat is the fudge, which is really good. Yum. Although I could still totally do without it.

Sunday, December 22, 2002

Today was quite boring. A stay at home sort of day. I watched "10 Things I Hate About You" tonight. I'd forgotten how much I love that movie. Now some Law and Order is on TNT with 3 of my favorite actors. Score! It's got Julia Roberts, Benjamin Bratt, and Edward Herrmann from "Gilmore Girls".
Now I've got this place all macked out. Or something. I think I did niftily. I have the nice image I made (starring "Crossing Jordan's" Jill Hennessy). I got a tag board and quote and my bud. I think it looks spiff. What do you guys think?

Saturday, December 21, 2002

Well. New place to talk. So talk I will. I had a messed up couple of days. I saw my grandparents. We did a Christmas thing. I got all of two gifts I will actually use. The rest were... well, things I wouldn't. Today I was so mad. My parents never cease to irk me. First of all, I was invited to my uncle's Christmas party tonight. Then just because he and my Aunt Chris get into an argument over his not inviting my 28 year old cousin Shannon... I can't go anymore. My parents actually forbid me from going. I was so pissed. Then it snowed a bunch and I had to go out and shovel. I hate snow, I hate cold, and I hate shoveling. Tonight I ended up calling this guy... well, his house anyways, he wasn't home... so 2 hours later I call again, still not home. They gave me his cell phone number. So I called that and engaged in what was probably the most awkward conversation in my life. Now I feel like a total heel because of it. I mean, he hasn't talked to me in like, one and 3/4 of a year and all of a sudden here I am again. It was... bad. Very. So do you think I should have not called him? Or do you think, despite my feeling like a fool, I did the right thing and won't be kicking myself later?