Steph/Heather/Lainey's LotR parody shoot was today, and if I do say so, it's going to be pretty hilarious. I will certainly laugh, anyway, and ultimately that's all that matters. It was nice to see them all--I think the last time I saw Stephanie was...geez, when I left Brenau? Seriously? Stephie's house is adorable; I would be super jealous if it weren't a million miles from everywhere.

In other news...no, that's it.

On my way to lunch I drove behind an old rednecky man in an old rednecky hat driving a beat-up, dirty, rusty old rednecky pickup truck that was covered in "Hilary for President," "Impeach Bush," and "Has Anybody Seen My Constitutional Rights?" bumper stickers.

All those people who told me writing skills were the key to success? They lied.

OMGOMGOMGOMG MAKE IT STOP YAAAAAARGH. *frustrated rage*

GIDF is over, marking yet another long weekend spent sweating my ass off and not sleeping enough. It was more or lessfun, though, and full of prettiness. Why we keep subjeceting ourselves to enormous lunches at Olive Garden before day two I will never know, but I maintain the deliciousness was worth it.

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So! Yesterday I went to Lindsay's to play with the baby and gossip. With Lindsay, that is. RJ doesn't gossip much yet. Anyway, Chris brought Moe's home for dinner. Delicious, right? Right! Since it was Moe Monday, drinks were free with burritos, so right around 11:00 I had a huge glass of tea, and then went to bed around 1:00. I drink lots of tea, but I try to keep most of my consumption priot to about 8:00 or 9:00; I have enough trouble getting up in the morning without having stayed up 'till 3:30 the night before. Anyway, whatever, I went to bed.

What followed was a truly horrifying dream, ( cut for those sensitive to issues of pregnancies gone wrong ) and then Chris woke me up to say goodbye before he left for work.

UM, WTF BRAIN. It was a little early; I made him lay back down and cuddle me while I recounted my weird dream so I could fall back aslee.

Fucking weird.

Dear Dude,

I call you dude because I assume you are one. The effect you almost had on the bathroom door would indicate that you are either a dude, or a lady of size larger than my own, and I don't know many ladies like that. If you're the latter, my apologies. I don't know your name, what you look like, or anything about you, so Dude you are, and Dude you shall remain.

My memories of the evening are frustratingly unclear. I like to know the who, what, where, when, why, and how of things that happen to me--it's just the way I am. I'm also viciously and embarrassingly afraid of the dark. I have been for most of my life, so thank you for bringing my greatest fears to life. Though in the interest of being fair, I suppose you're not the Grinning Floating Flying Hiding Demon-Faced Scythe-Wielding Master-Plan-Making Haunt-Tender-Virgins-In-Their-Sleep Bloody Drippy Oozy Monster that lives under my bed, and neither are you a frillion camouflaged banana spiders, so you only brought my third greatest fear to life, and I appreciate that. Never let it be said that I'm not fair.

I'm not sure to what purpose you broke into my apartment. I mean, I guess you were looking for items to convert to quick moneys, whether for smack or bills or your kid brother's birthday at Six Flags, I don't know. Ours is not to reason why. Instead, you wound up with $14.99 in gas and the purple camera my sisters-in-law gave me as a wedding present (you didn't even take the lip balm in my purse, which was just silly, sir). I hope you got a good deal for the camera. Do pawn shops pay extra for pictures on the memory card? Actually, I hope you're still using it. It was a little great camera. Think of me when you take pictures.

Perhaps it's odd that I've taken to bitching, out loud, at the imaginary you that occasionally invades my alone time. I'm just really angry, you know? Really angry. You fucked with my head. I won't go alone to the gym after dark anymore. I won't even leave the apartment by myself after dark.

I don't hold it against you. Well, yes, I do, but only sometimes. Obviously you needed something, or your addiction needed something, or you really wanted something, more than me. I hope that whatever your deal is, you're ok. I do fault your judgment in the lip balm thing, and for breaking into an apartment that was inhabited by perhaps the most awesome person in the world (that being myself). I just want you to know that I'm not doing so well.

Thanks for dropping my purse, though--oh yeah, I got it back. It wasn't even damaged. Had all my cards (except the debit card, but you knew that) and stuff in it (though again, I think you're a fool for not taking at least one tube of lip balm).

I hope you get out of whatever shit you're into. I hope you get a job, or kick the drug habit, or find a new hobby, or break up with your shitty friends, or win the lottery and invest wisely, or...I don't know. Whatever needs to happen. I wish I could meet you. Maybe it would bring me closure, yeah? And I could ask to which pawn shop you took my camera! It's probably gone now, but then I could go yell at them for taking stolen goods! And then I could solve world hunger and global climate change, stop genocide, racism, sexism, ableism, ageism, and homophobia, cure cancer, lupus, fibro, allergies, asthma, and AIDS, and figure out why the hair on my tummy is so dark compared to the hair elsewhere on my body!

That's all I have to say, really. I hope things go well for you. I do think breaking the shot glasses in the kitchen after you failed to get into the bathroom was a little over the top. What was the idea there?

Yours in late-night fiascos,
- arseaboutface

My upper back has been giving me fits. It's not a problem when I can get to the gym, but on the days when the gym is closed (like Monday and Tuesday of this week), or on days like yesterday, when various factors prevent me from getting there before it closes, it's sore and tender and tight.

I couldn't sleep at all last night, due to that and a few other things. I feel like I'm completely on edge lately; I feel like the invisibile hook attached to my head that's supposed to help with posture has instead got caught in my sternum and is dragging my chest up, leaving the rest of me behind. I'm wearing my shoulders as earrings (I think I got that image from Rachelle). I cry a lot. Tuesday night Chris and I had a not-argument, one of those weird little tifts that starts as a misunderstanding and spirals until everyone's feelings are hurt. Yesterday I felt like somebody had taken a cheese grater to my soul. It's a weird image, but I know of no better to describe the raw tenderness that drove me into bed as soon as I got home from work. I think I said two words to Indigo while I was getting my water, then I shut myself in the bedroom, stripped, and crawled into bed to read a book. We completely redid our room when we got the new bed; it's very much a restful, comfortable place now. The giant windows face the wooded area to the south, so there is plenty of light, but it's a filtered, gentle light. It's all done in blues and purples, with a couple of wedding pictures and precious memoribilia on the walls and the bedside tables. The bed is lovely, soft, and comfortable. All of this has the unfortunate effect of making me even less inclined to leave it in the morning, but that's all one; it was the perfect place to hide yesterday.

Chris came home and held me until I stopped crying and thought I could stand up again. We thought about finally going to see Terminator, but there were no convenient showings, so we ordered Chinese and stayed in to watch Super Troopers. I don't know what's stretching me so far past my boundaries lately, what weird invisible monkey is spreading poison through my insides. If I could identify it, I could perhaps deal with it.
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I love my mood theme. Poor Leia. It's hard to be sad when faced with I Harth Darth.

Weathering the storm.

Damn motherfucking right.

Those who are anti-gay marriage: I challenge you to explain yourselves. Seriously.

We put our bed together last night, and lo, it is wonderous. Our space is coming together...slowly, but it's coming. Here's hoping it comes together soon.

I find myself surrounded by ridiculousness: in traffic, in people, in my body, in general. The weather is not annoying me at present, but there's precious little else in that category. I can barely even find any music I actually want to listen to; I really just want to listen to the same three songs over and over again (which would annoy my office-mates), and then curl up on my new bed and read forever (which would result in losing my job). Woe. At least my mp3 player is working again. Now if only I had been thinking clearly when I loaded it with music. :P

I'm never hungry anymore. Getting lunch seems about as appealing as stabbing myself in the toe.

Yesterday I finished re-reading The Blue Sword. I first read it and Robin McKinley's other Damar book, The Hero and the Crown in 6th grade. Having re-read them both, my initial impression was correct: The Blue Sword is a good book; The Hero and the Crown is a masterpiece. 12-year-old me read it seven or eight times, until it settled into my mind, to influence me in unconcious ways a decade and a half later; 25-year-old me re-read it from a much changed perspective and found it even richer and more delightful. After finishing The Blue Sword, I started on Deerskin. With Sunshine already finished, and provided I can actually find a bookstore that carries them, that puts me on target to finish all her published novels within the month.

Today and yesterday I woke up about 1:00. Yesterday Jenn and I went to GIDFest rehearsal and then shopping, and my three new pairs of shoes (also the cheap, slightly silly headband that I could not resist) are wonderful beyond words. Today I've been lounging on the couch, reading The Blue Sword and periodically offering "helpful advice" to Chris as he plays Halo Wars. I really like this game, even if the last mission on the campaign is giving me fits. We were planning to go pick up our new bed today, but I think the mall has already closed. We were so busy lounging we didn't really notice how late it was getting. Looks like no heavy lifting today. Alas.

The KP educational theatre called me for an audition, which is Thursday. :} I'm hoping that works out favorably. It will depend on a number of things (most notably whether or not they want to even offer me a contract, but also whether or not the time frame/compensation will work out), so...we'll see.

My hangover is gone, hooray!

Like I think I said before, GARF is over (hot-cha-cha!). Despite a real lack of breeze and a disappointing final pub sing (not doing Move Over on Closing Day? Seriously?), I had a pretty good weekend. I spent a lot of money, cried a lot, and on Sunday I got drunk and hung around with Maroof. It was good times. I won Best Hat in the GARFies and bought a copper rose (a purple copper rose!), and that's really all I wanted, so whatev.

Correction: I also want to find out WTH is up with the Disney trip, and I want to find out NOW.

This week's projects: finish the thank-you notes (we'll probably do this Thursday, since we're going to Augusta to drive my mom to and from her ear surgery), unpacking faire box, sleeping in. Next week's projects: thrifting for coffee table and shelves, making curtains.

There's a saying I like: when the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window. I'm not sure if I should know it from anywhere other than The Sound of Music. Wevs. As expected, today I am struggling out from under a wicked hangover. I had breakfast, and now I'm thinking about lunch, since it's 2:00, but...meh. Nothing seems appetizing, except crawling back into bed for the next couple hours...although...Pizza Hutt is my favorite hangover food...maybe I'll visit Ye Pizza Hutt Express! Delicious!

As I peer into the world from beneath a fuzzy veil of grogginess and pain, I reflect upon the circumstances that have led me to this point. Well not this point, specifically, because I could tell you every single one of the circumstances that have led me to this hangover. My favorite was the beer that was brewed in 30-year scotch casks. Mmmmm. No, I mean those leading to me being here, in general. Oh, GARF. Never stop being ridiculous*.

UGH, my sinuses are full of dirt.

*I don't mean that.

We just ordered this bed. It should arrive towards the end of the next week (and then of course we have to pick it up from the store). Now my pillows won't fall off the end of the bed while I'm trying to sleep on them! As I believe a wise man once said: :D :D :D :D

Oof, I'm sleepy.

Last night's installment of Weird Dreams: Chris was super, super intoxicated, and I was really mad because...I don't remember, but something was going on. And then my family came to my wedding, but wouldn't talk to me or acknowledge me the whole time. The night before, there was a hurricane/tsunami at the beach-front hotel Chris and I had moved into. I hope that these things eventually peter out, 'cause I would eventually like to feel rested after sleeping.

Tomorrow night is the Hero of Time premiere! I...need to figure out what to wear. I think a shopping trip is in order. My haircut yesterday was disappointing, so I also have to figure out what to do with it. Maybe I'll go get it cut again today, depending on how long my shopping trip takes. :D

Headshots today, provided the sunshine holds for a little. I wish I didn't so dislike my haircut. Ho-hum.

Holy shit! If Yellowstone doesn't explode, and the sun doesn't go nova and kill us all, and we don't run out of fresh water, then the earth and the sun are going to move so far apart we freeze to death. Quick, somebody find a new planet!

Oooh man, today I feel like I've been run over by a bulldozer made of kegs.

The overhaul goes well, if in pieces. Deleting my icons and starting over was at once terrifying and freeing. Obvs. not all of the new ones are strictly Shakespeare (some being, um, Tolkien, Austen, and...whoever wrote "My Milkshake"). The new mood theme has nothing to do with the theme, 'cause I could only find one Shakespeare mood set and all the links had expired (possibly because it was three years old).

Now to tend to some costume things, do laundry, and go to bed.