Update on the previous: The overall "WTF WHY AM I WOOZY?" feelings eventually went away. Plus, Austin (who was working the cash office tonight) was nice enough to switch jobs with me because I felt like such shit. I also managed to sneak some booze in on me after my break (so I mixed a bit of Mike's Hard Lime with some Mt. Dew; it all worked out ( Read more... )

OMG PRODUCTIVITY HI!!

I don't know why you decided to give me a visit, but it's really nice to see you. God, it's been such a long time. You look good! New diet? Haircut? Oh really? Yeah, really. NO WAI!!1

... *looks up* No, I am not crazy.BUT I am extremely pleased with myself! I feel like I got so much accomplished last night and YAY. Lots of ( Read more... )

First off, to all the people on my flist of Scottish origin/descent, I wish a Happy Tartan Day!

Lang may yer kilt waft in the breeze
May yer bonnie knees ayeways show
May yer bonnie tartan Kilt hide the secret
And may the Good Lord o' the Scots grant you long life to
Wear yer tartan wi' pride

From New World Celts.

Woot.

They've finally released the official guest list for this years Star Wars Weekends. The only sad part is that I won't be able to make all four of them. *weep*

Weekend 1: June 1-3 -- Warwick Davis (Wicket W. Warrick (Ewok; EV - ESB), Wald (Rhodian; EI - TPM), and Weazel (podrace spectator; EI - TPM)& Kenny Baker (Artoo Detoo; EI-VI) - The ( Read more... )

Because cuteelf14 recently busted my hump for not updating enough, I figured it was high-time I at least post a little info on my life at the moment.

At Home:Because Pippin had been acting lonely and quieter since the move, we figured we'd go and adopt another cat, not only for his company, but (at least I suspect) for my own well-being as well. We ended ( Read more... )

So today was 23rd Annual Heap-big Scottish Festival. The venue was definitely better than last year (while is didn't feel too much bigger it wasn't nearly as cramped together), but music wise, I had about as much fun as I would've if a stick of dynamite was shoved up my ass giving me "explosive" diarrhea ( Read more... )

Yeah, because St. Patrick wasn't even Irish, morons.

I say that on St. Andrew's Day we all wear navy blue, eat shortbread, and, I dunno, play golf or something. (Curling, if you wish. Because, y'know, curling fucking kicks ass.)

Woot! Despite the fact that I'm still sick (absolutely no voice, and when I do have it I sound like a 13 year-old boy going through puberty), have three more days to go until my next day off, and have a wedding to take part in in exactly one week (minus a few hours), I can't help but feel positively excited. Why, you ask?

SCOTTISH FUCKING FESTIVAL ( Read more... )

HAPPY NATIONAL TARTAN DAY!! Woop, woop!

( Representin', 'yo! )