My great grandmother just passed away.

She taught me how to quilt. I haven't seen her in 5 years.

I hope that where ever she is, she's happy and at peace.

Mood: sad

It' only been what, three months since I posted... I've been busy. But I actually have a story to tell today, so I figured I'd write it down before the details loose their clarity.

Last night, as you might have guessed from the title of this post, I accidentally spilled a pool of hot pink nail polish on my parent's off white carpet in the master bedroom, in possibly the most conspicuous place in the entire room. I wasn't even painting my nails in their bedroom, I only ever paint my nails in the bathroom, precicely so I can avoid incidents like this - which made this entire thing all the more painful. I had opened the nail polish, because it looked kind of crusty and I wasn't sure it was usable, and I set it down on the nightstand, and walked away to do something. I came back, and not remembering that I had neglected to close the nail polish bottle, picked it up by the lid and spilled nail polish all over the carpet, my jeans, the bed and my parent's hundred dollar sheets. (Which is another ordeal entirely that I have to deal with when I get home from work.) It looked like I had brutally murdered some small defenseless animal. when I showed my brother the stain, he said that he doesn't think he has ever done anything to the house that has had as much potential to cause a murder as that stain.

( I hope that none of you ever have to use this information, but I figured I might as well share what I have learned about removing dark nail polish stains from light carpets. )

Mood: accomplished

I'm taking my driver's test again today. Hopefully I'll pass and my brother and I won't be stuck in this house at the whim of anyone with a car when my parents leave for Tuscon next week.

In other news, I read the entire 5 year run to Transmetropolitan last week. It's a freaking great comic. I highly reccommend it to anyone who is interested in graphic novels.

Mood: nauseated

At work, drinking orange juice. I'm tired, I couldn't sleep last night. I stayed up blankly watching Forensic Files, even though I was dead tired and really wanted to sleep. I had a Jay-Z song stuck in my head all day yesterday, which is not necessarily bad, just vaugely inappropriate (or appropriate considering how meetings have been going lately) to be singing "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one" in my head over and over again in my head during a fairly important meeting.

Today I'm feeling like I've been stuck on this island forever. I guess my sense of being trapped here has been inflamed since my father asked me to stay and take care of my brother until March... my parents bought another house in Arizona (which I have a whole 'nother set of issues about, but that is kind of besides the point now) where they are planning on spending the winter. My father is worried, with good reason, that my brother will either burn down the house or starve to death, which I think is reasonable because although my brother is now 21, he has never lived away from home and I am not all together sure that he has developed the "life skills" to actually feed and clothe himself for 3 months on his own (God, I really hate that phrase, I sound like a guidance counselor) So, I will do this because he asked me to, but I might as well put my life on hold for another 6 months. So here's to being that asshole still living with their parents at age 24 for another 6 months. Cheers, everybody.

Mood: crappy
Music: Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

So, sitting here at work taking a short respite from doing research and sorting 35 mm film slides in to similars (my fingers are sore from handling the stiff plastic slide protectors). My bosses are in New York this week and I am in the office all by myself, and the monotony is starting to make me slightly nutso. Getting used to the grind of a 40 hour work week is taking some effort. I haven't had time to do any of the things that I usually do, hell, I haven't even redesigned any of my websites in months. I was undertaking teaching myself PHP, but I think the book is now effectively buried under a pile of cd cases in my room. All I've really had time to do is watch Law & Order and read. Right now, I'm in the middle of reading Diary by Chuck Palahniuk, The Foundation Trilogy by Issac Asimov and </i>The Wayfarer Redemption Series</i> by Sara Douglass.

( Much talk about books. )

In other news, I watched the Farscape mini this week, and it made me cry. It's such a freaking good show. I still need to watch most of the series since I was sadly lacking the Sci-Fi channel when the show was actually on, and I think it's time to add the show to my list of obsessive tv interests. Unfortunately the DVD sets of each season cost somewhere between $120 and $140 which is totally out of order in my opinion. And even in the places I find them 'cheap' they are, at a minimum, $90. Grrr. Unfortunately, I think I will have to break down and buy them at some point simply because I need to be able to take screen caps to make wallpapers.

What else... I took my driver's test yesterday, and failed miserably. After locking myself out of my office (with everyone else who has a key in New York) ten minutes before I needed to leave to go to the appointment. The woman testing me was a white trash nightmare, with the acid washed jeans and white sneakers and everything... I think to work in the DMV you must ignore all types of human suffering. But that's besides the point, I'm really trying not to be bitter. I'll take it again next week. Maybe I'll pass then.

I'm just tired. I wish it was the weekend already. Well, back to the grindstone.

Mood: blah
Music: Start Trouble - Chemical

I've had a bad day. I overslept and didn't have time to take a shower. I somehow managed to twist my knee making the walk in between my house and the busstop and then from the busstop to work extremely unpleasant. I burned myself on the stove while cooking dinner. And I have not had two seconds to sit down to work on my website since I've been dealing with other 'issues' for the past three hours. Besides having, for some reason, been eaten alive by mosquitos today. (8 freaking bites) Fuck today. I'm going to bed.

Mood: pissy
Music: Court TV - Anatomy of a Crime

too goddamn early. just too goddamn early to have to be awake.

Mood: cranky

so very very tired... (  I didn't expect to do so much stuff this weekend. )

Mood: exhausted
Music: Pixies (in my head)

I watched a show on the history channel today about incorruptible saints. It was interesting... another one of those fun doctrines the Catholic Church decided to distance itself from in the 20th century in order to appear less parochial. sigh. It still makes me sad that I am not welcome in the Church... but I guess we all do the best we can and other platitudes and clichés like that.

Work is going well. I get to do something different every day. And it helps that I actually do get a twisted kind of OCD pleasure out of putting things in order.

Blech. I actually did have stuff to say in here.... now I am just feeling entirely uninspired to write. So very very lazy.

This is an awesome song. I love Depeche Mode.

Mood: okay
Music: Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

blargh... very much has happened in a very short period of time. I got a job, which at first was part time, and then two days in to it I was offered to sign for a full time position, which of course I did. It's a really chill office environment, very laid back, and I like the people I'm working with, and it's an interesting job. Right now though, I'm just fucking exhausted, and this weekend does not look likely to offer any sort of relaxation.

( the schedule... )

Mood: tired
Music: The Killers - Somebody Told Me