Went to the ren faire today. Last weekend this year. Hot. Sunny. Bright. We were all just overly tired for some reason. Well, everyone except Rand, but he's still chipper because he got a new car (more about that later). We were just beat from the moment we got there. I don't know what it was. I normally love the ren faire. Look forward to it every year. Maybe because it's so far away now. Or that we didn't get any sleep last night and our damned neightbors woke me up again this morning sometime after 8am with thier fucking music again. (I was so frustrated at having been woken up again that I actually started crying. You just don't know how sick I am of hearing it literally every single day, many days several times a day for almost an hour each time. Having to leave my own bedroom to avoid their horrible invasion into my life.) Maybe it was that it was hot and both my Love and I were feeling rather sick to our stomachs. Maybe it just was too much. Either way, we just didn't really have fun like we normally do. I did manage to get my vanilla caramel oil so I now have a perfume (the guy was STILL out completely but he gave it a whirl - didn't have the "recipe book" to know the official formula - and mixed some up which smelled close enough) which is a first. And I got to wear some of my cool horns (a new style I don't have a photo of yet). But, really, I was dragging after a few hours and was happy when we called it a day. So was my Love. Ah well, maybe next year we'll have a better day.
Tomorrow we're heading over to WDW! Yeah! We haven't gone in a few weeks because of our blackout days. We're hoping that my friend Jef (and possibly his girlfriend) will be coming along - those free tix I won - but we haven't been able to reach him to confirm. Either way, it will be a good day. And I could use a good day. I'm just worried because I'm already over-sunned today and we'll be back out in it tomorrow. Ugh. Though tomorrow I'll be wearing my hat and there is a/c to get into so it's not as bad.
I'm so tired. I think we're calling it a night. Don't know exactly why I stayed up this late to be honest. I've been beat all day. And more then ready to get some rest. Out for now, more to come later on. Enjoy your weekend.
WHOOO HOOO! Lightning wins first round of NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs!
They just won 3-2 in overtime against the NY Islanders in game five to take their fourth win in the series, taking a Round One victory! On to round two! One step closer to Lord Stanley's most coveted Cup!
Just in case anyone was well, you know, interested in my birthday coming up, there's a certain moldavite pendulum that I've been dying to get for about a year now. It's really lovely. Couple people sell it - at a much cheaper price then other online shops. Just saying. Ya know. In case or something. *chuckles*
Ah yes! Lorena reminded me that it's a month from today until my birthday! So, in case any of you had any um, er, ideas *chuckles* now you can easily remember how close you are to my birthday. ;)
Had a dream that I was a young girl. And some bully was picking on me. So Spike and Angel came to beat him up. Then, the three of us went to Disney World. Spike had a great time. He really enjoyed the ice cream and I'm pretty sure he was wearing a mickey shirt or maybe mickey ears hat. Either way.
*chuckles*
Of course, when I woke up, I got sick in the bathroom. And my Love had to leave with the car because he was already late for work. So when I finally got out of the bathroom like a half-hour after he left, I tried to call in and let them know I couldn't be there because I had been sick and now didn't have the car. But my phone's turned off. Bah. I was going to pay them tomorrow but seems they couldn't wait. My poor Love had to call for me from his work after I sent him an email letting him know I couldn't do it myself.
Oy, what a day.
It's really nice out there. The wind's died down but it's only like 69F which is so nice. By weekend it will be back to 81ish. Bah. Last weekend it was so hot. Temp of like 84F with a feels-like of 87F. Ugh...sweltering already.
Kinda of blah again today. My unsettled stomach isn't helping matters and despite the fact I laid back down and slept a little this morning after being sick, my head's all fuzzy and just sort of off. You know that feeling you get when it's not really wrong, but it's certainly not right either? Not so much that it hurts, but it's just...fuzzy.
Had an idea last night for a story. As in like a novel. Something I've always wanted to do. If I could find the discipline and the patience to sit, plot and work at the craft of writing, I think I could actually do it. Write stories. Sell books. But it's so large and overwhelming that I don't know where to even begin. I've got dozens of ideas and first couple pages of stories on my harddrive that never went anywhere because I was so intimedated by the whole process. I don't know how to convert this mass of concepts and ideas into something tangible and coherant. You'd think with as much as I read I'd have picked up some sembelance of how to perhaps do it; how to frame out the story. But I really feel like I don't. I can read someone else and see their flaws or how they could have improved, but starting from nothing all on my own seems so huge. Perhaps I should be an editor rather then a writer. Not as creative but it might suit my skills more. Though, I swear there are worlds trapped in my head that I'd love to get out and share.
Some authors make it look so effortless; like they're just flowing along with something which already existed, they just had to capture it on paper. I feel that way sometimes with my story ideas. They flare so brightly within me and I just want to pour them out.... but I don't know how to start and I find myself lost in the jumble of it. When I set pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard as it were), the words all get confused and mixed up and they don't sound at all like what I had heard in my mind. So I hate what I write and I lose hope - and thereby interest.
Hrm. I just don't know how to reconcile the want with the inability to do.
Anyway, I guess I'll go for now. Nothing much honestly to talk about and nothing much going on.
They're not kidding! Driving home just now I had to fight to stay in my lane! Woah! It was like this last night (beautiful for sleeping) but it's still just as bad. Actually, it's worse because the winds are at a higer sustained speed. It's crazy out there! (gorgous but crazy!)
I need to go back out into it too. I actually won something. Though something really hysterical. A local tv station was running a "Lion King 1 1/2" contest. They didn't tell you exactly what the prize was but they said something about being a "king for a day and a half" and it was Disney so I figured why not? You mailed your name and address on a postcard to the station. I remember chuckling that I'd probably win it since not many people are going to catch the address, write it down then mail a postcard in to enter. Sure enough, the other day, I get a call. The caller id shows that name of that station. *laughs* So I won two, one-day admission tickets to any one WDW park and a copy of Lion King 1 1/2 on dvd. It's hysterical because I already have seasonal passes. But I think we're going to take some friends of ours with us for free who otherwise wouldn't have the money to go. If we can't use them for someone else (like my name is on them) then we can just wait until our passes expire in June. Either way though, it's funny that I won THAT of all things. So I need to drive out to the station to pick them up.
Alright, I'm out for now. Here's to staying in my lane on the drive over!
Windy night. Gusting upwards of 30mph. It howls as it runs through the trees. They shiver and murmmer at the wind's caress. The air grows chill - dropping lower then it's been in weeks. Brisk bite reminds us spring yet holds sway; summer has not yet arrived. Double overtime prepares to begin. My Love a tense ball of anxiety waiting, watching, crying out at each close call. The wind makes a fierce companion to his frustrations.
I sit. Sharing in the moment, listening to the wind. Dreaming of it lifting me and soaring with it's strength. The potential freedom and the raw power it sings to me as it blows my building. It calls and I close my eyes and listen, wishing I could answer.
Show me the singers! Apparently, fox is pushing Americal Idol to wednesday just so people can have the option of watching the Shrub. Joy. Let's see...a choice between Dubya or American Idol? Damn, that's an easy choice; I'd watch American Idol in a heartbeat. Of course, I watch it anyway (yeah, yeah, shut up. I'm in good company.) but man....there's already things I watch on Wednesday and nothing worth seeing on Tuesdays. Damned Bush taking up the airwaves. Ass.
I look just like Buddy Holly.... I'm listening to the radio on the drive in this morning and they're talking about this top ten videos of the 90's on M2. I guess they had a list of the most influencial videos but the co-host guy couldn't remember all of them. They ask the listeners to call in if they saw the show and fill in the blanks. They get down to the last one they're missing and someone calls in with the answer. It's that Wheezer song, Holly Berry or whatever it's called.. Mwahahaha. (Needless to say the DJ's laughed at her as well.)
This is not a real title I dunno. I figured I had to add something else. But I'm out of material. It's 12:20pm, so I've got about 40 minutes to go. The first part of the day went by quickly - I had about thirty leads to enter and print up (I also hand address the envelopes so that helps take up more time too). Beyond that though, it's been really quite and, as usual, not much going on. Just waiting to get out of here. (Also as usual.) It's weird how long four hours can really feel.
This morning, we stopped for gas on the way to taking my Love into work and put $10 in the tank. I was so thrilled to see just how far our $10 went, giving us a whole 5.6 gallons of gas. Joy. That helps. *sighs* It's damned hard to get by when you can't even afford gas to get to-and-from work, you know? Sheesh.
Guess I'm just still feeling low. Seems to happen a lot again, despite the fact I was hoping I'd cheer up a bit from working and bringing in a little extra money. So far, it's just not helping so I guess it feels futile and that's why I'm not feeling better about myself for it. It's just hard. Depression and I go a long way back. In fact, I don't ever recall not being this way. Probably just one more fucked up legacy from my childhood.
Wow. Pitty party me today. I'm going to stop. No one wants to hear about any of this and no one needs to know how broken I really am under my jovial - albeit sarcastic - veneer. Drive through please.
Think I'm going to go get ready and hit the sack. Not that I want to (gods it's early for sleep), but I know I need to (early morning tomorrow again) and I'm just feeling so blah. My neck's been bugging me today as is my shoulder. It's all the same side and all related I'm pretty sure though the last time I saw a dr about it, the chiropractor said he didn't have the faintest clue as to what to do and the dr sent me for x-rays but I lost my insurance and never got the results. I'm in a very melancholy mood as well though I'm not sure why. It's not any one thing, I just am feeling really down. There were a few other things I was going to babble about today but I can't remember at the moment what they were and I guess they just weren't all that important anyway.
*shrugs* Just feeling blue. Might as well try to get some rest and hope tomorrow's a better day (back under the fluorescent lighting I love so much.)
Not worth being awake until midnight for... Ever find yourself sitting up, WAY later then you wanted to be, watching a show that's really, really bad just so you can see the end of it? Ugh. We watched the end of hockey, then watched the Soprano's episode we recorded. By this time, it was about 11:10pm. Flip on the Discovery Channel and see Animal Face-Off. Had seen the commercials for it, but most of the "battles" seemed really obvious to me. Never saw the show. Well, for whatever reason, we start watching it. This episode was Elephant vs. Rhino. Seemed like a no-brainer to me: Elephant all the way. Well, this show is an HOUR when there's really only about 15 minutes of actual content. The rest is repeatative filler. But, despite the fact that we both kept saying how crappy of a show it was, we both groggily just kept laying there on the couch wathcing it. 11:40pm comes by and we realize it's an hour, and that neither one of us wants to keep watching until midnight (when we should already be in bed), but we've already invested so very far that we just stayed until the end.
You have to realize, it's a REALLY CRAPPY show.
Finally, it comes to the "virtual" fight. And of course, the elephant kicks the rhino's ass. The rhino is too dumb, and too nearsighted to deal with the much heavier, much taller, much stronger and much smarter elephant. Bah. So all that lame show watching, only for the results to be as utterly predicable as I first thought. The only other results I saw listed online (because of course, they don't post them on their website - not even after the show is aired *grumbles*) was the Croc vs Shark - seems another "duh, it's be the shark" result. Sure enough, the shark won.
Anyway, the show is bad. It's just utterly low production value and high cheese factor. (not even in a funny or campy way.) Seems WAY cooler on the commercials then it really is. It's quite boring, has no business being an hour show and doesn't really seem to be offering up any real challenges - the questions of who would win seems too obvious for any real suspense.
Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail hippity-hoppity easter's on it's way!
Ok, so back from family number one, still have to go to family number 2. *sighs* I hate holidays for this very reason. The whole get up, drive in one direction for 45 minutes, hang out then come home only to go back out and drive 45 minutes in the other direction. Plus, ugh, easter. Not really my favorite of the family-obligation holidays. Though, I have to say, I did get a TON of candy and a couple cool things.
My Love got me Patches (and a basket of candy including a big, chocolate Pooh Bear!) and my friend Rand got me the too cool Peep Maker (and another basket of candy). I now have enough candy to put myself into sugar convulstions. ;)
Alrighty, well, more family stuff to take care of so I better meander. Have a good one all.
