I officially fail at life
I think maybe not trying will get me better results.
1) I am on my fourth ticket for my car's registration being expired. The first time I was going to go to the DMV, I realized I needed my birth certificate and could not find it. I ended up ordering a new one from the Delaware Records place. Then I paid off my car, so there is no longer a "lienholder" and I haven't received the title yet, so I still cannot register my car.
2) I am zero for many on free internet this week (CalTort Laurel failed me, Barnes & Noble failed me, the local library failed me, I was off from work, etc. I called CalTort Silver Spring to ask if they had wifi. They told me they did. I came to CalTort Silver Spring to order a delicious burrito and have some internets. No internets. This has resulted in me selling out to the AT&T wifi at Starbucks. Even though, starting tomorrow, I can call up Comcast and get real internets at my house. We're just not going to dwell on this.
3) I am not doing NaNo and I failed to sign up for Yuletide because...lack of internets. But! I am doing a Rossi/Prentiss Secret Santa exchange, because wojelah was kind enough to sign me up.
4) I am two episodes behind on Criminal Minds, four on Merlin, two on SPN, have acquired but not watched White Collar, and apparently Robert Patrick was on NCIS last week. Despite not having viewed ANY of these, I have seen all the episodes of NCIS:Gay at least 3 times. And have four thousand words of Sam/G. Although three of those words are [insert plot here] so who knows what kind of monster this one could end up being. I do not understand it. NCIS:Gay is possibly the worst written show since the 8th season of the X-Files, but apparently it completes me. I showed up for the Chris O'Donnell but Sam owns my heart. (And okay, I shipping Sam/G along with...the writers...but does anyone else want to see a little G/Nate? Even as a mechanism to get Sam and G together, or as some sort of angst-o-phile can't-have-who-we-really-want kind of thing. Seriously, if you can't write shallow cliche-fic about this show, what show can you?)
5) Tangential to the last two, my credit card number changed as part of a bank-wide safety precaution and so my auto-renew failed and can't be fixed until, well, now. Which is why I am not using the "I Give Up" icon. Because seriously, I would totally be giving up. Okay, well, at least that's fixed now.
6) I failed the bar. So the plan is kind of to take it again in February, even though it's probably not going to affect my career in the least. I finally got my score back in the mail - I got 370 out of 406 points. So...it's not like I was so close that it would be ridiculous NOT to take it again. But it's not like I failed it so hard that I can claim I really need the extra time to study. So I guess I'll just take it? IDEK. All it means is that ya'll get more whining.
7) I still do not own a house. I am waiting for a combined effort of the IRS and Sallie Mae, which means I will be settling in approximately 2050, when the dollar devalues to nothing.
I'm sure I could go on but thta would get boring and seven is a nice, prime number.
1) I am on my fourth ticket for my car's registration being expired. The first time I was going to go to the DMV, I realized I needed my birth certificate and could not find it. I ended up ordering a new one from the Delaware Records place. Then I paid off my car, so there is no longer a "lienholder" and I haven't received the title yet, so I still cannot register my car.
2) I am zero for many on free internet this week (CalTort Laurel failed me, Barnes & Noble failed me, the local library failed me, I was off from work, etc. I called CalTort Silver Spring to ask if they had wifi. They told me they did. I came to CalTort Silver Spring to order a delicious burrito and have some internets. No internets. This has resulted in me selling out to the AT&T wifi at Starbucks. Even though, starting tomorrow, I can call up Comcast and get real internets at my house. We're just not going to dwell on this.
3) I am not doing NaNo and I failed to sign up for Yuletide because...lack of internets. But! I am doing a Rossi/Prentiss Secret Santa exchange, because wojelah was kind enough to sign me up.
4) I am two episodes behind on Criminal Minds, four on Merlin, two on SPN, have acquired but not watched White Collar, and apparently Robert Patrick was on NCIS last week. Despite not having viewed ANY of these, I have seen all the episodes of NCIS:Gay at least 3 times. And have four thousand words of Sam/G. Although three of those words are [insert plot here] so who knows what kind of monster this one could end up being. I do not understand it. NCIS:Gay is possibly the worst written show since the 8th season of the X-Files, but apparently it completes me. I showed up for the Chris O'Donnell but Sam owns my heart. (And okay, I shipping Sam/G along with...the writers...but does anyone else want to see a little G/Nate? Even as a mechanism to get Sam and G together, or as some sort of angst-o-phile can't-have-who-we-really-want kind of thing. Seriously, if you can't write shallow cliche-fic about this show, what show can you?)
5) Tangential to the last two, my credit card number changed as part of a bank-wide safety precaution and so my auto-renew failed and can't be fixed until, well, now. Which is why I am not using the "I Give Up" icon. Because seriously, I would totally be giving up. Okay, well, at least that's fixed now.
6) I failed the bar. So the plan is kind of to take it again in February, even though it's probably not going to affect my career in the least. I finally got my score back in the mail - I got 370 out of 406 points. So...it's not like I was so close that it would be ridiculous NOT to take it again. But it's not like I failed it so hard that I can claim I really need the extra time to study. So I guess I'll just take it? IDEK. All it means is that ya'll get more whining.
7) I still do not own a house. I am waiting for a combined effort of the IRS and Sallie Mae, which means I will be settling in approximately 2050, when the dollar devalues to nothing.
I'm sure I could go on but thta would get boring and seven is a nice, prime number.