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bigorangecouch's InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 | |
| 8:58 am | One of those random information flows this morning on the way to work and I overheard a bit of Kristen and Stacey talking about long held crushes. Kristen wasn't exactally the most popular kid in school, being shrot and having a temper didn't help. I know that she had been suspended for beating up one girl that had been posting hand drawn pictures that was obviously supposed to be Kristen in an obviously meant to be insulting light. Kristen got her scent off the taped up pictures, hunted her down and beat the snot out of her. She didn't really get many close friends in highschool after that. So senior year homecoming dance they had a 50s' sock hop theme and she had planned on spending curled up with a book like she did most functions, and went into her room to find an actual poodle skirt (with applique poodle and leash), turtle neck sweater and black and white heels laid out on her bed for her. She stood there staring at it for a good ten minutes before Tony showed up in worn jeans, white t-shirt and black leather coat, hair slicked into a pompadore and wondering why she wasn't ready yet. Instead of a corsage he had gotten her a matching scarf and tied it around her neck joking that all he needed now was a lesh. He never told anyone that her going to the dance at all had been a surprise to her, he played it out like they had planned it all along, and she was just running late. I'm sure that her family at least new, but they played along as well. CJ even let them borrow his antique 1957 Harley Davidson FLH. The entire night, he kept her so busy laughing and dancing and having to much fun to notice people talking about her showing up with some cute stranger who obviously doted on her. She finally got to say thank you when he took her home, and he gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead and told her not to ever let them get to her. Then he said goodnight to everyone else and headed home himself. No wonder after that she compared every guy she met to him. |
| Monday, August 17th, 2009 | |
| 1:38 pm | Over emotional much? Things that I've heard a million times but now I cry over, WTF? ( No Way Home ) And this one, I don't even like the damn song! Taylor Swift really needs to actually -read- Romeo & Juliet.....all the way to the end. ( Love Story ) and I can't get them out of my head either! Thankfully time to head for home again. Current Mood:  annoyed |
| Friday, February 20th, 2009 | |
| 6:25 pm | really people I come home and CJ's all in a tizy becuase I was gone for a couple weeks. Things had been under control, I figured I could step out and not come back to the Spanish Inqusition. I should have known better. Really, before people start getting all worried, here's where I go 1> most times, I go visit my son. Yes, my son. He can't exist in normal time, so it's sort of hard on him with linear concepts and things, Itry to visit him rather than having him show up. It's hard enough when somedays he'd come running in, 4 years old with a skinned knee, and the next day he's ten and wanting to know why I won't let him have a puppy, and then he could come in the next day and be 7 or 13. Never younger then 4, never older then 17. It's hard on both of us. 2> Yes I know I'm the "normal" one of the family, doesn't mean that I wasn't raised with the super-hero mentality though. Every now and then I go running off to do good deeds, help people, maybe save a few lives. I've also discovered that I'm pretty good at running large groups of people in combat, even if my own combat skills are so-so. 3> Sometimes I help to liberate artifacts from musty storage areas or dusty collections. Okay, so this is the one that I'm most likely going to get in trouble for. I keep it widespread though, well across multiple galaxies actually. Most are magical artifacts that could potentially be used for big trouble. So I've started a collection to keep them out of other people's hands and my son is kind enough to hold on to them for me, helps me out from time to time and scouts out new rumors for me to follow. And in all the times that I go out, notonce have I ever come back dead, so really as the record shows. STOP FUSSING Sometimes I really hate my brother. |
| Friday, January 23rd, 2009 | |
| 2:21 am | insomnia! So after all the stress and drama and everything of the past few weeks, is it really all that surprising that there's a massive case of insomnia running around here? Went to bed at 11, woke up at 12:30 with that same energy spike in the middle of the back that says "get up and -move-" so I got up and moved about. Seems that Francis decided to come back from vacation. And like any doting uncle he brought back presents, in this case the ending to the Labyrinth fic that was started in April of 2004. of course all things considered, he wants to re-work the entire thing and at this point, it's probably not a bad idea. So that's what will be started tomorrow during down time, I think I'll do the last part as the rough draft of the story and get it finished off and then re-work it afterwards. and as an amusing note, I was trying to find the original files for the first 11 parts of the story, and figured the fastest way would be to look up where they were posted on fanfiction.net (yes, I posted there, it was before the hell ina handbasket thing) and I went through and I noticed that the story has 25 reviews....the latest one was posted last June. Basically saying that while they know I hadn't updated it in years (understatment!) they stumbled across it and hoped the writing bug hit again and it got finished. Thus why I think I'll finish it off and then re-work it. I'll probably see if I can hack....er, remember the information to log in and post it there. I do feel sort of bad for the people that were enjying it that I didn't finish it and left them hanging. But at least now I know how it ends. And the fact that Francis has a vivid imagination about a mostly nekkid Jareth certainly doesn't trouble me in the least. |
| Saturday, September 27th, 2008 | |
| 12:25 am | Giving everyone a break I'm giving Stace a break for a bit. She's been out the most recently and is starting to get frazzled over it, last thing I need is her running off to God alone knows where without telling anyone again. The Nusance does it enough as it is without encouraging her more. Today's log in quote from tweak was to perfect not to mention. Right after saying something about how the luck had been on a downward spiral for a while, and not trusting it to much at the moment. [IMG]http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/n We're still on a roller coaster ride around here. Job wise- we've got a temp job that seems to have a high probability of going permenant. While I'm not nearly as outgoing as Stace is, I can at least be friendly. Although there are times that one of the boss ladies there makes me want to smack her around a bit. She was used to being the top of the food chain. Then this big company came and took over this little department of the college that runs the food services and started showing them how a real corporation is run, with profits and rules and everything. This included the induction of a General Manager already familiar with their process; read- not her. She's not happy about this and take what chances she can to snipe in general. Pay wise is less then what we made at the Beam, but to compensate on that, there's an average of about 2 hours a week of over time right now, and that could possibly go up. Next week there will also be a day trip to Dorchester so we should also get mileage as well for that. Bonus money is bonus money. And speaking of bonuses, there's a very big bonus to working here....free food. Lots of it too, and all good stuff. Then we get to other areas and we get back into SNAFU territory. Yesterday the more fun part of a female body started to try to kick in. This is something of a problem since the last cycle was only the week before last. Then there was the fun event of watching the bright blue blossoming bruise on the back of the hand although nothing happened to cause said bruise (although this did bring up some rather interesting memories that Dej got a peek at and is having a field day with, she can be such a bitch). Add to that a stiff neck that's made turning to look at anything difficult, as well as painful to the touch, and yeah, there's way to many things that if could possible be, everything from something serious to a nasty ass cold from hell coupled with a lot of stress and pain from the cysts. Either way, there was a visit to the doc's this morning where they pulled out needles and took blood samples. Hopefully results will be back in as early as Monday as waiting is a pain in the ass. Avian's moping because she got to come out and play all last weekend and had a great deal of fun playing with all the little boys minds, I'll post more on that later. She's got zero ability for typing, I think she focused all her talents on turning grown men into little puddles of mush. Althoug it was amusing as all hell. She wants to do it again, unfortunately the next Isles trip is another month off so she'll have to wait. And as for now, it's late and the down side to Stace having fronted the most recently is that it's taking a bit of getting used to running things again. more later. |
| Tuesday, September 16th, 2008 | |
| 10:07 pm | own damn fault Wel, I suppose it's my own damn fault for actully getting thinking. It's 10:pm here. I tried going to bed last night around 2am, figuring between 2 and 8 would be 6hours of sleep, plenty to get through the day with. I was not planning on tossing and turning till quarter of 3. Or waking up at 3:30 because of an energy spike, or not being able to get back to sleep till 6. Remember that whole wake up at 8 thing? Still had to happen so to get to the temp job to make sure we can keep that as long as possible (and pray it goes permenant). *sigh* So here I am, wired as all hell, mind spinning in circles, and with less than three hours of sleep. I need to do something. That's what this energy spike is, it's the urge that gets lodged in the spine to do something, to move, to connect. And I'm stuck sitting here, spinning my wheels and slowly gowing crazy. Hopefully sleep will be had tonight. I think that's part of the problem here. I'm the best person to front because I'm good at putting on a smile and being charismatic and cheerful (necessity for job), but I am like epic fail at connecting with people. Hell I can't even connect with my own son. He doesn't blame me for that, but it's hard when one day he's 18 and sitting you're sitting there having a grown up discussion, and the next day he's six years old and struggling to learn his letters. Then he's 13 and mad at everyone and everything, and then he's seven and trying to understand why I won't let him have a puppy. And this of course has also led to me having almost nothing of a social life. It's really hard to go out on a date and explain to your prospective boyfriend that not only do you have a son, but you have a son who has no real place in time and therefore can show up at any point, and it's anyone's guess how old he'll be when he is there. Sometimes I wish I'd never put this damn cape on in the first place, even as I realize that it's the only thing that's kept me alive this long. |
| Monday, September 15th, 2008 | |
| 12:33 am | Stress and mental vacations Due to lots of mental stress and things just generally going bad added with an unusual amount of pain (there's even a prescription for hydrocodone here, aka vicodin), and I've been out more then not lately. That's the main reason for lack of posts. Sadly, I've got this thing against journals. Of course Caleb says that the best way for me to get past that is to start actually keeping on. Personally, I think he's just irked because I know more about him then he knows about me. Journals seem like a great idea to begin with, a place where you can put your thoughts, your insights, your experiences and have them nicely tucked away. But they seldom stay that way. So what do other think? is the so called theraputic and mind clearing advantages of journaling worth the potential embarasment and (in some cases) black mail risks? |
| Friday, April 11th, 2008 | |
| 11:06 pm | Tarot Log 4:45- Hans Robert deck SO I decided that since I've been wanting to do more tarot readings, I would start doing some ones for the folks lazing about the orange couch...weather or not they agreed. And since Stacey had taken a vacation and came back in a "I don't want to talk about anything" mood and largely hiding in her room (when she hasn't gotten fed up with Kristen trying to run things while I take a meltdown break) I decided to start with her, although there's a lot that I don't understand, some that I do. ( Cut for length ) |
| Thursday, April 10th, 2008 | |
| 11:47 pm | In charge once more And I was told to post both a language and length warning. This is fucking long, you've been warned. How som epole manage to live is beyond my understanding. Beyond just the quesion of how they manage to remember to breath is the question of why haven't we killed them yet. It's been tempting the past week. So lets rewind to last Wednesday night. Laura made an appointment with the Garden of Edan salon. This is an important appointment as it's the trial run with the tiara and veil for the wedding. Originally we wanted a morning appointment so that afterwards we could do dinner with Mom. Stylist though said that she can't come in till the afternoon. Her 3:00 was already taken, but she could probably come in early, how about an appointment at 1:30. We make the appointment. We make plans to go to lunch first then hair. Carl says he actually wants to take Laura out for he evening, but wants to keep it a surprise. Laura figures that she can have everything done and be home by 6 so they can go "somewhere" The next "free" day that Laura has is the Saturday before the wedding, WAY to close to do the trail run with the hair pieces and such. Literally every day between now and then is cram packed full. Moving on. Thursday, one of the girls from work leaves. Granted there's a lot of rejoicing and yay it's queit and peaceful, but this means that tasks at work need to be re-arranged so that things get done. This means that we've been the person primarily manning the cleaning station, a station that normally has people rotating out of it because it's no fun standing there all day drying little gold pieces that have been soaking in alcohol with a hair dryer. Yet that's what we've been doing. Friday we got to try to man two stations at once since only half the people work on fridays, and the person who left was one of the people that usually work friday's with us. Saturday was hell. Had the cake testing and that was good (and I know at least Sammywill be amused, the primary layer of the cake is going to be Red Velvet. Jessie suggested an Armadillo cake at that point, but we're keeping it primarily a castle cake.) After that Carl needed to pick up the groomsmen gifts. He fucking spent about $145 for EACH groomsman gift. And then he's complaining about money. -_-. While they were there, Laura decided to try some of the belly dancing outfits on since the Isles is the weekend just after the wedding and Avian has been wanting some nice spring/summer outfits. So we try a couple on, sexy little things they were, and ask Carl what he thinks. It was basically "Eh, whatever" Okay, we're wearing a top that's basically strategically placed rages and string, and he's going "eh whatever." Stacey took over at that point to keep Laura from further meltdowns. Said she's at least used to that response. yeah, he's clueless, complete control change and he doesn't even realize it. Stacey however hasn't been around to much though and kept forgetting some things which was just more stressful, ended up going to bed early. Sunday was the good day. Well besides the trying to cook the fucking hors devours shit. Very oomplicated dish and not enough patience to deal with most of it. we buy the forgotten ingredients at Walmart because while we're there we can also get a new outfit...okay, so I was in charge of seeing that laundry got done. I don't like clothes what can I say? they shoud be disposable and replaceable. Anyway, got everything done, packed into cars and to the hall for Judi & Steve's 13th anniversary party...to find it was a bridal shower. Much fun was had and Laura was feeling pretty relaxed for over 24 hours, despite having to stand on a bad knee all day at the clean station. Then Tuesday happened. Just before lunch the cell phone rings. It's the Garden of Edan stylist. Seems she somehow "forgot" that she's a nanny and she doesn't get out till 2 on Fridays, that's why her first appointments are at 3. How the fuck do you forget that you're a nanny? Poor kids, she probably forgets to pick them up from school halfthe time and shit. So she starts saying how she'll have to reschedule for another day. See that part above where we said that Laura has NO FREE DAYS between now and the wedding? yeah. So Laura tells the woman that this is screwing her over and gets "Well I'm apologizing! I'm offering you other appointments. I didn't think it would be a big deal! WAAAAAA" and all this shit. and no, I'm not kidding, she actually said that she didn't think this would be a big deal. Obviously she doesn't deal with brides often..or at all. So Laura says that she'll have to call her back, she needs to see how she can arrnge her schedule. Again with the "I'm appologizing" bit like we should agree that it's totally our fault for daring to make an appointment that she suggested the time for and bow down to her for being gracious enough to offer us more times that she can screw us over with. After going back and forth and saying that we needed to call her back? "Fine I'll credit back your deposit and you can go somewhere else!!" This just three days before the appointment. Yeah, Laura turned back into a gibbering mess (well not quite that bad but pretty close). We found a place that we can do the trial run with the head piece tomorrow, but they're still trying to organize a schedule for the 3rd that can accomodate 6 girls showing up for hair dos. Yesterday we had a new woman start at work to take the place of the other woman who left. This one seems to be just as loud and complaining. Not even the end of the first day and already she found something to complain about, the chair wasn't comfortable enough for her. Today it was her turn to learn the clean station. She hadn't even been there the length of time for a standard rotation and she was complaining that standing there hurt her legs and her back. yeah, how the fuck do you think we felt yesterday since we were there for 8 fucking hours while you took and hour and a half to do what we can do in 20 minutes. And now Carl's being a moody asshole again. He spends $130 on a 500 gig hard drive (that would look good in our desktop tyvm), but refuses to spend money on an antivirus program, and now it seems that the hard drive wasn't even the fucking problem. He's had so many problems, but refuses to admit it may just be time for a new computer, fuck this try to replace one piece here and one piece there. Get a fucking new one already. |
