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- Update on the schedule of stupidity:
- NCCC to get receipts and schedules for FedEx's tuition reimbursement
- personal essay for application at UB
- supplimental application for UB
- see if I can work a different weekend at Shea's, to see Wicked
- inform parents of my trip
- laundry / clean / gather sellable things
- list of items needed for Brian's henchman costume
- take things over to Erin's to sell at garage sale?
- gym?
Did anyone else notice that laundry, cleaning and the gym NEVER get crossed off my list? God, I used to go to the gym daily. Back when I worked 8-4:30 like a regular person. Now I seem to work at any given time.
My money situation is still really bad. I've had to borrow 30 dollars from my dad for gas, and I've got bill collectors calling me again. But I'm finally out of the red in my bank account, and I need to call them today to get it unfrozen. I've got about 70 dollars. Half of it is gonna go to whichever bill calls my first. My cousin Jessie needs to pay me that $40 ASAP, so I can hand $30 of it to my dad. The rest is going to GAS. I don't think I would be in nearly this much trouble without gas the way it is. Oy vey.
Note to self: Stop complaining about money, or else dad will get really bitchy about this vacation.
My mom bought Felipe's treadmill off him, so I'm super excited. It was really cheap. She's got this ancient bike in the basement she uses when she can't get to the gym, so I wanna do the same with the treadmill. It's really, REALLY hard to find an hour to dress appropriately, get to the gym, work out, come home and then shower. It's a LOT easier to go downstairs in your pajamas and work out before you go back upstairs to shower. Or so I'd imagine. I still <3 my gym, though. Now that my schedule at CATS is a normal one, I'm gonna figure me out a schedule. A life schedule.
I hung out at Erin's garage sale all day today. I was in the sun for like the total of an hour, and I'm slightly sunburnt already. Lord, I am so white and easily damaged. Brian basically told me that I'm not allowed to go outside without 45 sunblock while in Florida. Last time I was there, I basically injured myself via the sun so much that it severely impeeded my amount of fun. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I burned my scalp, because it's driving me crazy right now. I told her that I'd come back today, so I'm gonna pop by for 1-3 hours or until I really, really have to crash. It starts at 8 am, and I get into NT at about 7:30, so I may as well. I'd feel too bad leaving her there to sell my stuff.
I can't believe I actually found stuff to sell. I am a recovering packrat, you know. I even decided to part with things that said STAR WARS on them. I didn't think that was possible. But I bought so many kid's backpacks in high school, and I'd never use them again. I felt a bit guilty about the porcelin dolls from Grandma Evie, but they've been seriously sitting in the attic for like 15 years. And I sleep with my Theodore doll from her nightly, so I justified it that way. I've got my old art portfolio, and my arrows - the remnant of my first "attempt" at college. And my guitar... that's my big seller. My tragic and final failure at music. I'd love to get the 80 dollars for it, but a part of me just wants it to sit in my room. I don't play it, but I used to love having it around for when I had people over that could. Felipe was playing it in the garage all day, and singing things like Ben Folds all softly, and it was nice. Made me miss it.
The only thing I took back from selling was my book of Fairy Tales. When I found it, I also found the one of my mothers, that has the awesomely awful stories of Baba Yaga and the Snow Queen and stuff in it. So, I ultimately decided that if I have such affection for this book of my mothers, then I should have one of my own. Plus, it was just really awesome having a book of fairy tales as a kid that wasn't Disney... it was like my first dose of reality. I mean, the little mermaid commits suicide when the Prince marries someone else. That shit blew my mind, and it still kinda does.
This is Baba Yaga, btw:
In Russian tales, Baba Yaga is portrayed as a hag who flies through the air in a mortar, using the pestle as a rudder and sweeping away the tracks behind her with a broom made out of silver birch. She lives in a log cabin that moves around on a pair of dancing chicken legs, and/or surrounded by a palisade with a skull on each pole. The keyhole to her front door is a mouth filled with sharp teeth; the fence outside is made with human bones with skulls on top, often with one pole lacking its skull, leaving space for the hero or heroes. In another legend, the house does not reveal the door until it is told a magical phrase: Turn your back to the forest, your front to me.
Yeah, she's bad-ass. I imagine that if I ever go to Hell, I will be mainly antagonized by Baba Yaga, Michael Meyers, the wheelers from Return to Oz, Dementors from the Harry Potter BOOKS, and possibly Hoggle from Labyrinth, which is torture just because I hate his ugly ass SO. FUCKING. MUCH. But what a whimsical Hell! Obviously, what will happen to me there is lots and lots of expiriments like they did in old insane aslyums, lots of scorpion torture, necks snapping and getting buried alive.
I just looked up the Snow Queen too, because that was the one my mom liked. I need to go home and read some fairy tales, man. I need to whip out that text book I have with all of them in it. I never gave it a chance, because I hated my teacher so much. Now my adorable Indian teacher Dr Sharma is gonna teach it, and I told him I was happy to hear it, because the guy he took over for was awful and mean and sucked any fun out of it.
I just made the cut of this entry "faerie tails," which was an episode of NARP. NARP, since so many people on my list now have NO IDEA, was basically a roleplay between Sabrina, Chad and I. At least that's what it whittled down to when it really shone. NARP is, essentially, my love and my hate, entangling into my Buffy fandom so badly that I have trouble thinking of the characters as ending in Season 7, or as continuing in the comics being produced now.
But I really loved NARP to death, and Ken is pretty much holding it hostage on Sabrina's hard drive, which he has had FOREVER. It's not a secret that I resent him for it. I mean, he's had it FOR. FUCKING. EVER. I want nothing more to get access to those words for re-reading, archiving and fandom purposes. Anyway, Fairy Tails was a great little fun episode, in which Amy basically decides to fuck with everyone by humiliating them into the roles of fairy tale characters. And the fact that I can't even remember what role everyone got really depresses me.
...I just rediscovered the NARP community. It's not logs, but it's talking about the logs and stuff... ::rabidly goes to finish up some work so she can obsess::