OTL
I've. Become a lurker now. This is because nothing generally interesting is happening in my life. Or, at least, nothing I'd deem worthy of jotting down here.
Valentine's Day, for example, was pretty epic - Chie, an exchange student from Japan came for a two-week visit again and we spent the 14th hanging out for the best of the day. And normally? I hate V-day. But this one was fun. And I met with my classmates again. And chickened out on partaking in a Japanese speech contest. (Well, I had to send in the sign-up sheet by the 18th. But. I couldn't come up with a theme to speak on.) God damn it why am I such a wimp? (I don't feel comfortable with public speaking if I can't improvise. And if I don't know a language well enough to improvise if I suddenly forget a line... well, I'm fucked.) All the school's groupwork presentations? I made them up on the spot. I never prepared any speeches, just got out and rambled off and got straight A's for performance.
Fuuuuu, I still remember this one time when I brought up Freud when discussing the meaning of dreams in one literary work and the lit. teacher countered with a question on Freud's thoughts - no, not on yaoi - dreams. I rambled off on a tangent until I remembered an off-hand article I'd read a year ago and spat out the answer amid some more off-hand rambling. And then my groupmate who was supposedly an expert on Freud also started answering the same question, feeling that I hadn't given the right answer (how dare I be knowledgeable on her dear Freud! Blashphemy, right?) and the teacher was, "...that's what she just said." That girl's face was priceless. My raised-at-her-eyebrow made everything funnier too. I almost-worshipped that lit.teacher. She was a mean snark with plenty a vicious comeback. OT, OTL.
In regards to my new job - things seem to be going okay-ish there. I'm definitely hired, though I haven't yet signed the contract. (Supposed to do that on Tuesday.) They had some trouble with computers and couldn't print out the papers and our boss is, for the most time, out of the country, so it's a miracle he shows up. Well, he does show up. When he needs the money. *snerk* And the vice-director broke her leg when taking the other new girl on a tour to show her around the stores. So the whole 'signing contracts' ordeal got postponed even more. We were supposed to sign them on February 1, but... they forgot about us because the accountant had to deal with lotsa shit, taking over everything and. That didn't go down too well.
Also, there was something weird going on with my whole employment thing. I got moved from the store at which I originally applied to a different one and without really given a choice. Which was weird because there was another new girl who came a week later and she, for some reason, was left there, even though I should've had the first hand, seeing how I was accepted there first. alkdsjfklashf I sensed some powerplay from one of my semi-colleagues at that store. (That lady's got some serious issues, up in the attic and in personal life.) It definitely felt like somebody had pulled the strings in favour of the other girl. God damn it. I hate this kind of behind-the-back shit.
On the flip side though, at the new place I get to work more days than when they had given me initially. I would've worked 14 days with those people, but now I get what? 20 days? A.f-ing.+. Also, the irony of life. I'm back with Russian-speaking people. A.f-ing.gain. Eventually, this will lead to me forgetting my native tongue. On the - yet another - flip side, I'm learning to accept both the language and the people who speak it. Despite our country's past and the long-standing hatred of Russians, I'm slowly learning to be more accepting of them. DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT BITTER ABOUT BEING THRUST INTO THIS NEW PLACE WITHOUT A CHOICE. =/ The two women I'm working with are nice though, so all's not bad there.
Maaaan, I don't know how I'm going to survive this month. (What's left of it, anyway.) I'm down to my last $100 and that. Doesn't even cover my rent. :'D
Fuck you, ITN, fuck you and your stupid "we give you 25% of your income ($900) and take 20$ off your pay because you're using a different bank than the one you were advised to sign up for." Oh, well. Looks like I'll be without the internets in March. ffffuuu. Well, there's that "make country pay back the overpaid taxes" plot which I'll get to work on on Monday (thank you, Ksyusha, for reminding me of this) TOO LATE DAMN IT I DON'T THINK THEY'LL RETURN ME THE EXCESS MONEY BY THE END OF THIS MONTH FUUUUUU. OH WELL.
Also will have to figure out a nice little present for Chie since she's leaving on 25th and there's supposedly a party for her before that which we still haven't agreed on. I have no days off after 21st until the 28th. :'D (Well, I had one on 24th, but Ksyu needs a day off then and I already switched with her.) I'mma go suggest we throw a party on 23rd and I'll crash in on it at 8 PM after work. WILL BE JUST D. FINE.
alksfhkasd HOW DO YOU WRITE A WINTER END/SPRING BEGINNING GREETING IN JAPANESE? akfdahfkjshdkhf *flail* 's going to be in Japanese/Latvian anyway, because Chie is learning my native tongue. *so f-ing proud right nao* And she's actually doing a damn fine job of it, having spent here only one year. (She's a monster, really. She tackled both Latvian and Russian in one year and she actually talks/understands a good deal of it. More than I when somebody speaks in Japanese, I'd wager.)
Also, I noticed that I'd missed out on some grade A batshit wank in Kuroshit fandom middle of last November. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING TOO POOR TO AFFORD INTERNET. It was a trainwreck and it was hilarious. Also, entitled.
Oh, and speaking of November - I have my first Sci-Fi novel all finished and put on a backburner for polishing. I didn't finish it during NaNo (even though that was my goal last year, as I'd proven to myself the year before that I could write 50k). I finished in December during my stay at Gran's. And I already started on book two (from a series of five) and plan to work on #3 during this year's NaNo. And this is a really BIG accomplishment for me because I never.ever.ever.finish my multi-chapter works. Want proof? In 2004, I started a YGO EPIC ADVENTURE & OTHER CRAZY SHIT fic "Twisted Games of Fate". I stopped on chapter 46 to rewrite the beginning because it sucked. And that was only 1/3 of the first part of TGoF written out. The rest is all in my head. There was/is also a second part where shit hits the fan even harder. (In this, I gave a reason why Bakura and Malik weren't there for Waking the Dragons/Doma Arc, expanded on what happened to Paradius after Doma disbanded, covered what the hell happened to our little computer intelligence Noa, made Y!Malik come back and stuffed him into a female hostbody (and gave him PMS), brought back a bunch of dead people, killed some more, and then went and fucked it all up the ass in part two where people kept dying, card games remained relatively unplayed, Amelda and Kaiba fucked, past returned to bite them all in their collective asses and some people drove off a cliff. I am going to sit down and finish this one day, I swear. Even if it takes me forever.) In 2006, I already sat down to rewrite it and since then the first chapter has had seven edits. Seven. Edits. And not much else. Fuck this shit. D: (But I /will/ finish it. I've finally settled on one very good opening.)
But back to my novel - and inflated self-importance - I love it to bits and pieces. And I couldn't help myself but laugh my head off when I wrote some scenes because if this thing ever gets a fanbase, I already know what the shipwars will look like. Incest. Twincest. Hatesex. Love/hate. At least one threesome. Rape left and right. I'm-hesitant-to-call-it pedophilia (it's lacking cute masters and sexy butlers, so I don't think people will jump on it, but I digress). And the only OTP I have there is getting a bad ending and I bet it's going to be bashed into the ground anyway. (No wonder, since it's het. Nobody appreciates good het these days. =/) Also, heaps of mindfuck. And possibly necrophilia. I just really need to polish this thing.
I feel like I have more stuff to say, but.
There's that part where I wanted to share some hilarious bits and pieces from the time of being a Travel Agent. I should work on that and possibly put it up sometime soon before I've forgotten everything. The injokes were genius, sexist, and overkill.
I hope my flist is doing well. ILU, GAIS. ♥
Valentine's Day, for example, was pretty epic - Chie, an exchange student from Japan came for a two-week visit again and we spent the 14th hanging out for the best of the day. And normally? I hate V-day. But this one was fun. And I met with my classmates again. And chickened out on partaking in a Japanese speech contest. (Well, I had to send in the sign-up sheet by the 18th. But. I couldn't come up with a theme to speak on.) God damn it why am I such a wimp? (I don't feel comfortable with public speaking if I can't improvise. And if I don't know a language well enough to improvise if I suddenly forget a line... well, I'm fucked.) All the school's groupwork presentations? I made them up on the spot. I never prepared any speeches, just got out and rambled off and got straight A's for performance.
Fuuuuu, I still remember this one time when I brought up Freud when discussing the meaning of dreams in one literary work and the lit. teacher countered with a question on Freud's thoughts - no, not on yaoi - dreams. I rambled off on a tangent until I remembered an off-hand article I'd read a year ago and spat out the answer amid some more off-hand rambling. And then my groupmate who was supposedly an expert on Freud also started answering the same question, feeling that I hadn't given the right answer (how dare I be knowledgeable on her dear Freud! Blashphemy, right?) and the teacher was, "...that's what she just said." That girl's face was priceless. My raised-at-her-eyebrow made everything funnier too. I almost-worshipped that lit.teacher. She was a mean snark with plenty a vicious comeback. OT, OTL.
In regards to my new job - things seem to be going okay-ish there. I'm definitely hired, though I haven't yet signed the contract. (Supposed to do that on Tuesday.) They had some trouble with computers and couldn't print out the papers and our boss is, for the most time, out of the country, so it's a miracle he shows up. Well, he does show up. When he needs the money. *snerk* And the vice-director broke her leg when taking the other new girl on a tour to show her around the stores. So the whole 'signing contracts' ordeal got postponed even more. We were supposed to sign them on February 1, but... they forgot about us because the accountant had to deal with lotsa shit, taking over everything and. That didn't go down too well.
Also, there was something weird going on with my whole employment thing. I got moved from the store at which I originally applied to a different one and without really given a choice. Which was weird because there was another new girl who came a week later and she, for some reason, was left there, even though I should've had the first hand, seeing how I was accepted there first. alkdsjfklashf I sensed some powerplay from one of my semi-colleagues at that store. (That lady's got some serious issues, up in the attic and in personal life.) It definitely felt like somebody had pulled the strings in favour of the other girl. God damn it. I hate this kind of behind-the-back shit.
On the flip side though, at the new place I get to work more days than when they had given me initially. I would've worked 14 days with those people, but now I get what? 20 days? A.f-ing.+. Also, the irony of life. I'm back with Russian-speaking people. A.f-ing.gain. Eventually, this will lead to me forgetting my native tongue. On the - yet another - flip side, I'm learning to accept both the language and the people who speak it. Despite our country's past and the long-standing hatred of Russians, I'm slowly learning to be more accepting of them. DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT BITTER ABOUT BEING THRUST INTO THIS NEW PLACE WITHOUT A CHOICE. =/ The two women I'm working with are nice though, so all's not bad there.
Maaaan, I don't know how I'm going to survive this month. (What's left of it, anyway.) I'm down to my last $100 and that. Doesn't even cover my rent. :'D
Fuck you, ITN, fuck you and your stupid "we give you 25% of your income ($900) and take 20$ off your pay because you're using a different bank than the one you were advised to sign up for." Oh, well. Looks like I'll be without the internets in March. ffffuuu. Well, there's that "make country pay back the overpaid taxes" plot which I'll get to work on on Monday (thank you, Ksyusha, for reminding me of this) TOO LATE DAMN IT I DON'T THINK THEY'LL RETURN ME THE EXCESS MONEY BY THE END OF THIS MONTH FUUUUUU. OH WELL.
Also will have to figure out a nice little present for Chie since she's leaving on 25th and there's supposedly a party for her before that which we still haven't agreed on. I have no days off after 21st until the 28th. :'D (Well, I had one on 24th, but Ksyu needs a day off then and I already switched with her.) I'mma go suggest we throw a party on 23rd and I'll crash in on it at 8 PM after work. WILL BE JUST D. FINE.
alksfhkasd HOW DO YOU WRITE A WINTER END/SPRING BEGINNING GREETING IN JAPANESE? akfdahfkjshdkhf *flail* 's going to be in Japanese/Latvian anyway, because Chie is learning my native tongue. *so f-ing proud right nao* And she's actually doing a damn fine job of it, having spent here only one year. (She's a monster, really. She tackled both Latvian and Russian in one year and she actually talks/understands a good deal of it. More than I when somebody speaks in Japanese, I'd wager.)
Also, I noticed that I'd missed out on some grade A batshit wank in Kuroshit fandom middle of last November. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING TOO POOR TO AFFORD INTERNET. It was a trainwreck and it was hilarious. Also, entitled.
Oh, and speaking of November - I have my first Sci-Fi novel all finished and put on a backburner for polishing. I didn't finish it during NaNo (even though that was my goal last year, as I'd proven to myself the year before that I could write 50k). I finished in December during my stay at Gran's. And I already started on book two (from a series of five) and plan to work on #3 during this year's NaNo. And this is a really BIG accomplishment for me because I never.ever.ever.finish my multi-chapter works. Want proof? In 2004, I started a YGO EPIC ADVENTURE & OTHER CRAZY SHIT fic "Twisted Games of Fate". I stopped on chapter 46 to rewrite the beginning because it sucked. And that was only 1/3 of the first part of TGoF written out. The rest is all in my head. There was/is also a second part where shit hits the fan even harder. (In this, I gave a reason why Bakura and Malik weren't there for Waking the Dragons/Doma Arc, expanded on what happened to Paradius after Doma disbanded, covered what the hell happened to our little computer intelligence Noa, made Y!Malik come back and stuffed him into a female hostbody (and gave him PMS), brought back a bunch of dead people, killed some more, and then went and fucked it all up the ass in part two where people kept dying, card games remained relatively unplayed, Amelda and Kaiba fucked, past returned to bite them all in their collective asses and some people drove off a cliff. I am going to sit down and finish this one day, I swear. Even if it takes me forever.) In 2006, I already sat down to rewrite it and since then the first chapter has had seven edits. Seven. Edits. And not much else. Fuck this shit. D: (But I /will/ finish it. I've finally settled on one very good opening.)
But back to my novel - and inflated self-importance - I love it to bits and pieces. And I couldn't help myself but laugh my head off when I wrote some scenes because if this thing ever gets a fanbase, I already know what the shipwars will look like. Incest. Twincest. Hatesex. Love/hate. At least one threesome. Rape left and right. I'm-hesitant-to-call-it pedophilia (it's lacking cute masters and sexy butlers, so I don't think people will jump on it, but I digress). And the only OTP I have there is getting a bad ending and I bet it's going to be bashed into the ground anyway. (No wonder, since it's het. Nobody appreciates good het these days. =/) Also, heaps of mindfuck. And possibly necrophilia. I just really need to polish this thing.
I feel like I have more stuff to say, but.
There's that part where I wanted to share some hilarious bits and pieces from the time of being a Travel Agent. I should work on that and possibly put it up sometime soon before I've forgotten everything. The injokes were genius, sexist, and overkill.
I hope my flist is doing well. ILU, GAIS. ♥