oh, look. she's in parenthesis. this can't be good.
*makes consonant-y noises of aggravation* I do not even KNOW, flist. (Oh, huh. Mental voice is trying to put that in Glimmy's voice? Quoi? Dear brain, wtf, no love, me. (Oh, I guess it's the direct address to the flist? Because Glim does that and it is uber-cute and I always associate that with her? Hrm. Possibly. Wow, I'm digressing.)) I'm in a weird mood - I was pretty upbeat from work but then it just got odd when I got home, so I'm not around to talk to people because I think that way lies crotchety s-chicks who will step on people's toeses without intending to (I would mean to now but I would regret it later, that is) and just-- no. So, lurking and reading a bit and maybehopefully trying to catch up on stuff, but I'm feeling a bit constricted because I have stuff to do, but lots of it hinges on X, Y and Z (which I have no control over) being done first, and blah. Having said that, I'm not in a bad mood, per se, just that if anyone tries to come near me with negativity I'm liable to bite. *toothy wolf-wot-et-grandma-esque grin*
...okay, mostly right now? My brain is going "doo do do dooo, doo doo-- CAN'T SMURF THIS!" on repeat which is both hysterically funny and somewhat bemusing. Very random.
Work was kind of stuffy because the AC is broken in half the place, so I occupied myself realising that most of what I needed to do today (of course) had to be done in that room, so there was a lot of texting to Ange along the lines of "am tossing up whether to put my head in the freezer or under the tap" (in the event, I did neither. I made apple tea in my travel mug and put that in the fridge so I had cold apple tea. It's about as close as I can get here to iced tea (omg, I can have iced tea in March WIN)).
I also have permission for the approximate days off I wanted, so now I have to a) investigate flights and b) investigate concert dates and c) investigate accomodation. Several of you will probably be getting emails in due course as I give up on the procrastination and move into "OMG MUST ORGANISE NOW!!" freakouts.
In theory I should now take this time to condense the 30+ bits of paper from work (dating back to November06, okay! ...wait, that doesn't really make me sound any better, does it?) into one MegaAlmightyToDoListofOhFuckI'mDoomed, but, um. Fanfic. And SG-1. Are calling me. By virtue of being far, far kinder to my brain than the other prospects. Oh, wait, no, I lie. Meme from unhurt!
10 weird habits/things/little known facts about me. Er. Except this is super difficult because I talk a lot ("a lot" a lot) and am kind of an open book mostly, so, er, here goes? Now with extra bonus added 'er'! (Send help.)
*I've never ever even tried smoking, and I've never felt the slightest desire to. (This is kind of random, and not a judgment on those of you that I love who DO or have smoked, just- it's something most people seem to find really weird, but I just have never even been slightly tempted, although of course there have been a few peer pressure attempts over the years. Mostly answered by "fuck off, my lungs are stuffed already!") Also, that goes for the, koff, herbal stuff as well as the regular kind, although I HAVE been jammed into the legwell of a very small car chatting with five other people who were all smoking the herbal stuff which was, er, unpleasantish but didn't seem to have much effect otherwise.
*I used to be rather bright. I actually went on scholarship to what would've been at that point the top school in the country (not too sure where they are now, the headmistress is not our favourite person so I don't really keep track). Not sure what happened. First person to mention the internet gets a wet fish to the face! No, really, it was more like about three years into Uni I hit the wall (especially with the science stuff, I am not too stupid about ancient history, considering) and couldn't understand anything harder than that. But I am wicked fucking awesome at long division!
*It's possible I may have contributed to the breakup of someone's marriage. I-- god, I really, truly will tell this story. Soon. I swear. I promised Izzy, so I gotta.
*This isn't so much a little-known-fact as one that bears reiterating: I'm kind of, uhm, weird? About livejournal/emails/correspondence in general? Which means that I get really twitchy about losing/deleting any of it, and also that I HAVE to reply, even if it's three years later, eventually I WILL get there and I will get it done. This also leads to stomach ulcers (hi Miles!) and also to things like freaking out and not sleeping and, er, being told to smoke pot by my boss (funniest thing EVER), but, well. Really, though. I do answer things. Just ask Cordy (who has been the recipient of more than one of these years-belated replies).
*I've been attacked by a goat. ("I was twelve, it was a goat, it gored my knee, can we move on?" *g* (True story, though. My friend Nadine had a farm down in the Waikato. The goat Did Not Like People. We did not realise this.))
[I feel super uninteresting now because I really can't think of stuff. Eek.]
*I once went nearly a year without drinking coke (1999 or 2000, iirc). Yes, me. I was broken by a dare in a Monopoly game and aside from drinking a lot LESS in 2007 so far, I've pretty much been steady on my caffeine addiction ever since.
*I've drunk Turkish apple tea in Ephesus while they unrolled and displayed carpets for us to peruse and possibly buy. It was surreal. And very cool. (And then, walking back from that, skeezy Turkish men offered to show us their 'stamp collections' while making comments about chicken and fish which was, you know, less cool.) However, that will still never beat Mish's story about the guy hitting on her teacher in Piraeus (I think it was?) who was all "Hi, I'm Agamemnon. Want to see my ship?" *snickers*
*I have a giant 3D puzzle of R2D2 (which also makes noise) and a replica of the sword Sting hanging by my CD shelves. See? DORK. (And I have the slash zines hidden in the Star Wars Licenced Novels cupboard on the grounds that it's pretty much the only place my family are not likely to 'need' to stick their noses into.)
*Rockstars have come over to my house to use the bathroom! NO, REALLY! (This ties in nicely to the fact I was spamming Ange and Kat at work today with "stop me from thinking up an SGA AU of the Goonies, in which Rodney is Andy (because PIANO. and hello, Rodney as a cheerleader? YES PLEASE) and Zelenka is Data" and, really, that's about as far as I got because then there was giggling and spilling sulfuric acid all over the bench.)
*I've actually done the prank where you stick a bucket of water on top of a door left ajar to spill on the next person to walk through it. (I was like ten, okay?) The thing they don't show you on TV and in the movies is that generally how this ends is NOT with the person getting amusingly drenched, but with the person getting clonked by the bucket. Oddly enough, this did not go down well with the parents.
You know, I'm sure I've done more interesting things/had more interesting stuff than the majority of that happen to me, but buggered if a) I can think of it now and/or b) I didn't already tell y'all already.
...okay, mostly right now? My brain is going "doo do do dooo, doo doo-- CAN'T SMURF THIS!" on repeat which is both hysterically funny and somewhat bemusing. Very random.
Work was kind of stuffy because the AC is broken in half the place, so I occupied myself realising that most of what I needed to do today (of course) had to be done in that room, so there was a lot of texting to Ange along the lines of "am tossing up whether to put my head in the freezer or under the tap" (in the event, I did neither. I made apple tea in my travel mug and put that in the fridge so I had cold apple tea. It's about as close as I can get here to iced tea (omg, I can have iced tea in March WIN)).
I also have permission for the approximate days off I wanted, so now I have to a) investigate flights and b) investigate concert dates and c) investigate accomodation. Several of you will probably be getting emails in due course as I give up on the procrastination and move into "OMG MUST ORGANISE NOW!!" freakouts.
In theory I should now take this time to condense the 30+ bits of paper from work (dating back to November06, okay! ...wait, that doesn't really make me sound any better, does it?) into one MegaAlmightyToDoListofOhFuckI'mDoomed, but, um. Fanfic. And SG-1. Are calling me. By virtue of being far, far kinder to my brain than the other prospects. Oh, wait, no, I lie. Meme from unhurt!
10 weird habits/things/little known facts about me. Er. Except this is super difficult because I talk a lot ("a lot" a lot) and am kind of an open book mostly, so, er, here goes? Now with extra bonus added 'er'! (Send help.)
*I've never ever even tried smoking, and I've never felt the slightest desire to. (This is kind of random, and not a judgment on those of you that I love who DO or have smoked, just- it's something most people seem to find really weird, but I just have never even been slightly tempted, although of course there have been a few peer pressure attempts over the years. Mostly answered by "fuck off, my lungs are stuffed already!") Also, that goes for the, koff, herbal stuff as well as the regular kind, although I HAVE been jammed into the legwell of a very small car chatting with five other people who were all smoking the herbal stuff which was, er, unpleasantish but didn't seem to have much effect otherwise.
*I used to be rather bright. I actually went on scholarship to what would've been at that point the top school in the country (not too sure where they are now, the headmistress is not our favourite person so I don't really keep track). Not sure what happened. First person to mention the internet gets a wet fish to the face! No, really, it was more like about three years into Uni I hit the wall (especially with the science stuff, I am not too stupid about ancient history, considering) and couldn't understand anything harder than that. But I am wicked fucking awesome at long division!
*It's possible I may have contributed to the breakup of someone's marriage. I-- god, I really, truly will tell this story. Soon. I swear. I promised Izzy, so I gotta.
*This isn't so much a little-known-fact as one that bears reiterating: I'm kind of, uhm, weird? About livejournal/emails/correspondence in general? Which means that I get really twitchy about losing/deleting any of it, and also that I HAVE to reply, even if it's three years later, eventually I WILL get there and I will get it done. This also leads to stomach ulcers (hi Miles!) and also to things like freaking out and not sleeping and, er, being told to smoke pot by my boss (funniest thing EVER), but, well. Really, though. I do answer things. Just ask Cordy (who has been the recipient of more than one of these years-belated replies).
*I've been attacked by a goat. ("I was twelve, it was a goat, it gored my knee, can we move on?" *g* (True story, though. My friend Nadine had a farm down in the Waikato. The goat Did Not Like People. We did not realise this.))
[I feel super uninteresting now because I really can't think of stuff. Eek.]
*I once went nearly a year without drinking coke (1999 or 2000, iirc). Yes, me. I was broken by a dare in a Monopoly game and aside from drinking a lot LESS in 2007 so far, I've pretty much been steady on my caffeine addiction ever since.
*I've drunk Turkish apple tea in Ephesus while they unrolled and displayed carpets for us to peruse and possibly buy. It was surreal. And very cool. (And then, walking back from that, skeezy Turkish men offered to show us their 'stamp collections' while making comments about chicken and fish which was, you know, less cool.) However, that will still never beat Mish's story about the guy hitting on her teacher in Piraeus (I think it was?) who was all "Hi, I'm Agamemnon. Want to see my ship?" *snickers*
*I have a giant 3D puzzle of R2D2 (which also makes noise) and a replica of the sword Sting hanging by my CD shelves. See? DORK. (And I have the slash zines hidden in the Star Wars Licenced Novels cupboard on the grounds that it's pretty much the only place my family are not likely to 'need' to stick their noses into.)
*Rockstars have come over to my house to use the bathroom! NO, REALLY! (This ties in nicely to the fact I was spamming Ange and Kat at work today with "stop me from thinking up an SGA AU of the Goonies, in which Rodney is Andy (because PIANO. and hello, Rodney as a cheerleader? YES PLEASE) and Zelenka is Data" and, really, that's about as far as I got because then there was giggling and spilling sulfuric acid all over the bench.)
*I've actually done the prank where you stick a bucket of water on top of a door left ajar to spill on the next person to walk through it. (I was like ten, okay?) The thing they don't show you on TV and in the movies is that generally how this ends is NOT with the person getting amusingly drenched, but with the person getting clonked by the bucket. Oddly enough, this did not go down well with the parents.
You know, I'm sure I've done more interesting things/had more interesting stuff than the majority of that happen to me, but buggered if a) I can think of it now and/or b) I didn't already tell y'all already.