cheloya: (FF7 >> RAWR)
just had a little bit of heartburn get into my sinuses due to an unfortunately timed sniffle and ahsdfkhaskdfh ow ow ow ow ow ow son of a bitch also GROSSNESS

Things I am happy about today:
- Dragonsoul
- State of Origin, Game Two
- possibly having a house organised if there's a god

Things I am not happy about today:
- accidentally wearing blue on Origin day
- OH GOD IN MY NOSE GROSSNESS OW
cheloya: (ATM >> NUUUUUU)
So today I found out that my supervisor is going to work on something else. And I am going to be in charge of the people who start in one and two weeks respectively. ;A; C-can I cry now? So, um, kind of... worried about that. But I'm sure it will all be fine. Or at least, I will continue to tell myself this until I make it so. Ahaha. D:

In other news, my boss was serious about the commission, so I'll start work on that tonight. I'm doing a t-shirt design for a band he's friends with. Their music is actually really nice, so this is quite awesome, and the photos I was given of the band are so FULL OF ENERGY that it's destined to be a really fun design. :D I may be distracted into drawing Ciorrnaich approximately five million times, but that's what happens when you put him in the same headspace as awesome music.

On the subject of which: I love apparently random dances more than anyone reasonably should.

Oh, and I got a free t-shirt today. It is immense and tent-like and this is okay. :D Free pajamas!
cheloya: (VAGRANT >> riot)
For the record, body, that is not what a good night's sleep consists of.

On the bright side, La Dolorosa! Joscelin! adkfjadsfdsf!!!! I just squeaked with joy and started crying happily and couldn't stop! I may yet be disappointed!

...possibly I should not read Kushiel's Chosen on the bus on the way to the interview. :3

But seriously. Joscelin Verreuil: King Fucking Ninja, Yo.

....and now that I've used this icon, I can't unthink it. But Sydney Losstarot would make a fabulous Phédre. .......except now I am sad because I would have to write it with Ashley as Joscelin, and Sydney/Hardin is the ultimate VS OTP. :< Whyyyy.
cheloya: (ATM >> retardery)
ME: *lying in bed glaring at the far wall and sullenly failing to sleep*
ME: Could be writing right now.
ME: Could be writing the rest of the NaNo fic.
ME: Could be writing Xolotl giving birth. How is that going to go down, exactly, with the tearing and the gnawing their way out and the foetuses that didn't make it because of their siblings' poison?

At which point, Xolotl clearly took it upon himself to cheer me up with crack.

XOLOTL: *gives birth painfully to three living children and about half a dozen half-developed corpses*
XOLOTL: OH, KIDS. *EMO WITH HORMONES AND DRUGS* OH, OH, DEAD KIDS.
CIORRNAICH: Th-there, there, it's all going to be o--
XOLOTL: *starts eating them*
ME: *CRACKS UP LAUGHING*

Now I realise why the grumpiness wouldn't go away - I'd sent all my characters to Tina today so I could concentrate, and forgot to tell them to come back.

COME BACK, MY BABIES, ALL IS FORGIVEN. ♥ ♥ ♥ Just, uh, Ciorrnaich, if you are going to throw up, do it outside, baby, 'kay?

[EDIT] I REALISE THIS PROBABLY ISN'T FUNNY TO ANYONE ELSE BUT IT WAS LIKE COMFORT EATING AT A WHOLE NEW AND VERY STRANGE LEVEL AND IT WAS HILARIOUS, OKAY.
cheloya: (AVATAR >> what will never happen)
Oh, god, tea.

Oh, god, yes, tea.

*weeps happily over her mug*




[insanejournal.com profile] narnizzle, you may be interested to know that you just made me link "Mambo No. 5" to Rook from Havemercy and I am either going to die laughing or kill you with fire oh dear god why.

Or go fuck my hands with Rock Band before I go to dinner, man, because like I need my hands to eat wi-- wait.
cheloya: (RAND >> slashers)
Woke up at 6.30am, went back to sleep until the door buzzed at 8.30am, and just after I decided to get up, I had a call from James.

He had a great time sailing, and then he asked after his marks and I think I brought his mood down pretty low. :( I was so glad to hear from him, too. *breaks things* Everything is salvageable, going from the comments, and I think I had very much the same marks in grade nine, but mum is... mum. Anything lower than an A is completely unacceptable. And she's planning to take away his gaming entirely during semester, which I think is maybe the worst idea ever and guaranteed to make him hate on life for the rest of the year and not come out of his room at all, ever, during the holidays. :\ I think I will attempt to talk to her about it. It is not fair that he is banned from all video games the year that I finally have time to play some, hypothetically.

This makes me want to watch Crusoe. XD I had heard things, but the fact that Sarah Monette made a drinking game to it? Yeah, you know the rest.

My wrist is fucked today. To be fair, it was fucked halfway through work yesterday. It is not merely a result of playing Dirty Little Secret like some kind of obsessive freak. >_> I may have exacerbated its condition, but this is not the point.

I had very strange dreams involving many many pets, including cats, kittens, dogs, puppies, deer, and rabbits. Also involving crazily pirouetting, like, JET HELICOPTERS and epic missile launches in the sky, and realising that I am probably not going to like my sister very much, even though I love her. Dreams involving Gina always seem to emphasise her worst qualities.

I suppose I should start getting ready for work. :| But it has been such a nice morning of doing bugger all. kdjfkdj.

- breakfast
- shower
- work: 11.30am - 3pm
- christmas shopping
- writing?
HAHAHA YEAH RIGHT
- re-showering
- ready for dinner
- birthday dinner w/ dad @ 6.30pm XD;;;
- writing?
Haha, yes, no. :|

I would implement some kind of DO NOT PLAY ROCK BAND clause but we all know that I would be lying like a liar who lies.

[EDIT] ..........I think my next header has to be Felix and Mildmay. :| I think. I mean. I have an image in my head. But I'll need to learn to paint. And design Felix's tattoos properly. And. :| Oh dear god. What has my brain DONE. asjkdffsd.
cheloya: (BLEACH >> aristochomp)
...I am never sure when to call people on Sundays. Everyone else in my house gets up stupidly early regardless of the weekday, but I am never sure if this applies to other people or not.

In other news there is not enough time. T_T Why do I do this to myself.

[EDIT] I will not commit suicide over the web hosting process. I will not commit suicide over the web hosting process. I will not commit...

[EDIT] Okay, so yesterday I spoke to Rosie and she said they had bought webhosting from fucking webcentral, which is terrible and template-savvy which we do not want. They had, in fact, merely renewed their domain name THROUGH webcentral, which is actually through Melbourne I.T. and akdsjfaksjdfsk, listen, guys, if you do not understand what you are talking about DO NOT TRY TO SET THE SITE UP BY YOURSELF. OKAY. I just spent half an hour trying to work out how the fuck to ESCAPE their template maker to see if it were possible to upload MY OWN GODDAMN PAGE, but webcentral seem to be of the opinion that a) their templates are the only way, or b) the correct way to interface design is by making other options INVISIBLE.

And I thought I might be able to handle that job, teaching people how to use Word on Macs. LOLOLOLOL PATIENCE WHUT.

[EDIT] .....oh my god, Shinigami Zukan takes all the angry away asdhfajdfjdhf the Shinigami Women's Association rules the fucking WORLD. XD FROM KUCHIKI MANOR. FUCK YEAH!

[EDIT] I'm going... to kill them. Just. Kill. Dead. dfka. sadfkjkj. sajdaskjdkdsfsdfdfsff.

(Rosie is never in when I have time to work on the website. Thus, the website sits. Forever. And I have a sneaking suspicion she's not going to pay me until it's uploaded, which at this point is looking like it will happen in about FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. KFJDKFSFJDSFDDHGFGF.)

[EDIT] Viscose is officially the weirdest fucking material EVER. SERIOUSLY. In the wash, it goes like... really thick and hard, like denim. When it dries it is the most beautiful, thin, soft material you have ever felt. I MUST FIND OUT MORE BECAUSE IT IS KIND OF AMAZING.
cheloya: (FB >> eh?)
It was SO DAMN BUSY TODAY I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. Everyone got their rebate today so it was straight to the TVs for most of them. XD But we certainly got our fair share of Christmas shoppers in Smalls! It was madness. XD Like, I did a third of my monthly quota TODAY-style madness. (Which is awesome. Because it means I only have to sell, like, $3k of stuff every day I work until the end of the month to get my $400 spiff. :D!)

Anyway, uhhh, TOMORROW IS AN INTERESTING PLACE.

- get up at 7am
- shower; CLEAN SHOWER
- breakfast
- strip bed; wash sheets
- dry sheets
- wash bath mats and towels
- clean room
- 10AM: GO SEE ROSIE AND SORT OUT HER SHIT CALLED ROSIE
- 12PM: GO TO WORK
- 3PM: Get off work and buy the actual Rock Band game, not just the peripherals. STUPID NEW KID IN COMPUTERS. *SHAKES FIST*

- go home and code damn website
- dry bathmats and towels
- ask Wyrren wtf we are doing on Sunday idk my bff panic????

- 7PM: GO SEE ROSIE AGAIN, WITH INVOICE, AND WASH YOUR HANDS OF THIS BULLSHIT
- 9PM: flop as you have never flopped before
- clean moar
- search YouTube like an IDIOT for the last episode of Merlin, lol jk it will not even have aired yet :'(
- sleep

Also I am working eleven out of the next sixteen days. Which is not really so bad now that I think of it. XD Particularly when you think about the fact that if I do things correctly I will pretty much be earning $3k over the next two weeks. :3 But still. At this time of year it is SUPREMELY FRUSTRATING. XD

Also, I have a question for those of you who do work in retail (i.e. [insanejournal.com profile] teacupscientist.) When you call up other stores to check for price matches, do you say Hello-I-am-from or do you lie to them viciously and pretend that you are a prospective customer. BECAUSE I FEEL WEIRD ABOUT THE LATTER AND YET FEEL KIND OF RETARDED ABOUT THE FORMER. Because if someone called up and did it to me I'd be like YEAH WE DO THEM FOR FIVE MILLION DOLLARS LOLBAI. >_>;;; IS THERE PROTOCOL THAT I HAVE MISSED???

[insanejournal.com profile] alleyne I WILL BRING YOU HAVEMERCY ON TUESDAY FOR SRS. WE CAN HAS LUNCH EVERY DAY!!!!!!! ([insanejournal.com profile] teacupscientist, this also applies to you, only more along the lines of: if you are in town and you do not come have lunch with me I may NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN JUST SAYING.)

Also: [insanejournal.com profile] narnizzle: Movie? Tuesday? Post-6pm??? Yes???
cheloya: (VAGRANT >> arrow'd)
Tonight: structure Book Thief essay
Tomorrow: read Of a Boy; structure essay
Fri 07: OzLit exam; work (2pm-9pm)
Sat 08: write Project

Sun 09: write Project
Mon 10: hand Project in; hand Crits in

Tue 11: study Jap
Wed 12: study Jap
Thu 13: Jap exam
Fri 14: work (8.30am-9pm)
Sat 15: ENGAGEMENT PARTY 3-6

Sun 16: some stupid birthday thing fuck knows???
Mon 17: Gambaro website; friends?; some stupid birthday thing fuck knows???
Tue 18: Gambaro website; friends?; some stupid birthday thing fuck knows???
Wed 19: Gambaro website; friends?; packing; some stupid birthday thing fuck knows???
Thu 20: WORK; packing
Fri 21: WORK; packing; sleep
Sat 22: FLY TO PERTH AND NEVER RETURN



Dear Brisbane friends, if there is any chance that you can hold off on seeing me until, I don't know, next year.... *curls up in a miserable asocial ball*

[EDIT] I HATE. NOT KNOWING. WHEN THINGS. ARE HAPPENING.

If you're going to insist on doing something for my birthday, at least tell me when the fuck it's going to be.
cheloya: (ATM >> nuuuuuuu)
I wasn't paying attention and I broke my floral skull.

It is in ten pieces and seven tiny fragments and... ;_____; Come back, little skull of grade eleven art class, my only triumph in clay.

*possessed by the urge to sculpt a new one*
cheloya: (DISNEY >> ixnay)
I'M DOWN TO THE LAST PAGE OF MY TO-DO LIST.

...............oh god. D:
cheloya: (GARFIELD >> what would ash do)
So at eight o' clock I decided writing was a lost cause and decided I would go to bed.

But it was too hot to sleep so I started reading the OzLit book for tomorrow.

And I was just getting into that when I discovered that I felt like writing again, so I've picked up a notebook and started blabbing, Hiru-style. He's such a snitty little thing, oh Hiru, I love you when you are young and easily offended maybe even more than I like you when you are a snitty experienced bitch-queen of ultimate despair.

And as soon as I started getting into that I went back to the internet.

Am I just stupid, or do I have some kind of fucking disease? XD; I really am tired and I really do feel like writing - why is it only when exhausted to the point of retardedness that my characters drape themselves over my headspace and start saying, "So... like... got a pen handy?"

ME: Noooooooooooodjfjhsjdfj okay hang on just one second--
CHARACTER: In my youth...
ME: I SAID HANG ON ONE SECOND. *scrambling for pen*
cheloya: (RAND >> computer says no)
I should really know better than to watch 2001: A Space Odyssey. It really is an excellent movie, once you get into its sense of timing.

I wish I could remember how the fuck I got Sophos Antivirus installed on Tetsu. I can't find my disc at all, and I have no idea where I'd have put it if not the places I've already looked. :|
cheloya: (X >> everything was beautiful)
ME: Speaking of which, NEW XXXHOLIC CHAPTER TODAYYYY 8DDD
ME: Watanuki is so pretty is is basically painful. <3
ME: it is*
SEAN: poor lady ^^ falling for ppl in ink
ME: Anyone would fall for Watanuki-kun. <3 He is adorable and bad-tempered. XD
SEAN: hmmm... bad tempered doesnt sound like an attracting quality :P
ME: It's more like 'liveliness' in Watanuki. XD
ME: It's proof that he's paying attention? XD
ME: I don't know. I love arguing, so bad-tempered is sort of a good thing for me. XD
SEAN: so.... u saying that if he is angry then you have his attention?
ME: Yes! ^^
ME: He's very close to you if he's angry. <3
SEAN: so if he kills a person... he loves them?
ME: Because otherwise he's unfailingly polite, and it's proof that he doesn't feel that comfortable around you. ^^
ME: XD No. That's Sakurazuka Seishirou, from Tokyo Babylon/X.

fgsfds

Sep. 19th, 2008 07:18 pm
cheloya: (BLACK BOOKS >> friendly advice)
So I went to get fish and chips. The Sirianni website situation came up.

ROSIE: So, what, you actually did the website?
ME: Uh, yeah.
ROSIE: The whole website?
ME: ...yes.
ROSIE: Want to do mine?
ME: Um.
ROSIE: Because my DAMN NIECE--
ME: Alessandra?
ROSIE: SHE SAID HER BOYFRIEND WOULD.
ME: LADY, I'LL DO IT FOR CHEAP.
ROSIE: How cheap?
ME: Twenty bucks an hour!
ROSIE: How many hours?
ME: If you've got all the material and don't change your mind? Twelve to fifteen.
ROSIE: GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER. :DDD
ME: I guess this means I need an ABN.
cheloya: (CONDUCTOR >> sticks)
DAMN RIGHT IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS.

(So, like, my tax return amounted to $1470. Fuck. Yes. My faith in it coming in this week was not misplaced. ♥)

Which pays off my credit card nicely and leaves me enough to save for a proper laptop instead of a stupid little baby thing. *_* Happiness is not having to worry about expenses. And now I can happily pay Glass what I owe her for the commission, too! Eee!

Also: Mum is coming home early! :'D She'll be back on Saturday. This means that I may not actually die over the weekend.

Writers Fest was HILARIOUS OH GOD. The guy I went to see, right, I went in thinking his main character was meant to be a parody of boysy fantasy protagonists who know all and can do all despite their raging self-confidence. OH, NO. THAT IS ACTUALLY HOW HE ACTS. XD; But his co-authors were neat people, particularly one Margo Lanagan.

(Intermission: Ran into Danielle, who is still stressed but apparently has a boyfriend now... who does not have a job and she asked if he could get in at HN. :D;;;;;;; Also had lunch with Rage and Xant, during which I cackled hysterically over aforementioned author, and we all cackled hysterically over my serve of chips. I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS THAT AT THAT POINT I HAD EATEN PRECISELY ONE FRENCH FRY. This was then inscribed in the Book of LOL.)

Then I went back to WriFest to see this guy again and caught the tail end of Margo Lanagan's panel and decided that this woman was Freaking Awesome and that I should read all of her everything, so in the period between her going offstage and Michael Pryor coming on, I ran to the bookstore, bought two books, ran to get them signed and tell her how awesome her talk was, and then ran back to the bookstore to purchase the book she'd actually been talking about, and then ran back to Michael Pryor for the sake of my assignment.

So, so much of what he said was anathema to me. |D; I think my question for him sums the session up nicely. (Keep in mind that I am, like, one of ten people at this talk not in a school uniform or a teacher.)
ME: Was the character of Aubrey Fitzwilliam intended at all satirically?
HIM: What? No! :D
His main character started out dead. HOW DO YOU POSSIBLY GO WRONG WITH AN OPENING LIKE THAT? And then to not even mean anything by this painfully perfect character? It is like Twilight all over again! D: WORDS CANNOT FULLY CONVEY MY DISGUST. An extended metaphor might, but then again, I'm lazy.

So, yeah. Japanese exam tonight, too, which was fine except for me totally blanking on shokuji. WAY TO FAIL. Oh well. At least I understand grammatical structures. (You would not believe how many people cannot pick up ~temiru, ~nagara, etc. and run with them. o.0 SERIOUSLY.)
cheloya: (PETSHOP >> disintegration)
Because I like scaring myself? )

And all of that is certainly possible, at least hypothetically. I do need to fit visiting Dad somewhere between 27/09 and 03/10, but I'll work that out eventually. XD

Anyway. Now, on to today's goals, which should, I think, involve a shower at some point. And possibly cleaning the bath again.

[EDIT] Immediately before I clicked on the link to Tsubasa 198, I complained that I didn't fucking care about Tsubasa, I wanted HOLiC.

Of course, the splash then forced me to admit immediately that I had lied.

Also, oh my god, Syaoran and Sakura are people I very rarely care really deeply about, but Syaoran's anguish and clinginess this chapter is adorable. So many hand panels! I love hands.
cheloya: (DOL >> not even for free)
I read Blood Noir and all I got was this lousy vague promise of Asher/Jean Claude/Anita in the next book. Fuck you, LKH! That book was shitty filler and you know it!

Okay, so it wasn't only filler, but I'm not joking about the shitty part. At least Harlequin featured Asher for more than like five lines, one of which re. the probability of him turning cartwheels.

(Here is a hint: NO.)
cheloya: (BLEACH >> bukkorosu)
Summaries and synopses and blurbs?

They are fucking beyond me.

I am not kidding when I tell you that if I could write the story shorter than it is, I wouldn't be writing a fucking novel.

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