hoosierbitch: (S Fire in Hands)
I'MMA TELL YOU A STORY.

It is a short story about a tall lass. (Me!)

my terrible horrible no good very bad week )used and possibly trying to flirt with you, please be nice to him? He's somebody's family, and they're probably worried about him. 

My plans to spend this summer writing and being part of fandom again have failed to materialize. And I think that's what actually making me feel down. It's like all my cool friends went to summer camp without me. 

But. Yeah. Anyway. That is what is going on in the life of me.
hoosierbitch: (C snuggle therapy)
  1. Moving sucks. BUT! The new house is lovely. All big furniture items are moved, the dogs have explored every nook and cranny of the new place, and we've met...four different neighbors! Who are all v. friendly. I think my dad's making a Guy Friend with one of the neighbors. THEY DRANK BEER ON THE PORCH TOGETHER. IT WAS ADORABLE. 
  2. My Crazy Uncle has decided that my mom's offer of the entire basement as an apartment basically rent-free is not generous enough, because the washer and dryer have to be down there and he cannot handle that. So he's in a hotel now. Somewhere. Or possible he's donated all of his belongings to a Goodwill and gone back to being homeless, which was his back-up plan. *headdesk*
  3. No internet at new house yet. Will be even more out of touch the next week or so. SO SORRY! 

Question for flist: 

Working on a XMFC beach-aftermath fic, but I am historically/geographically stupid. What possible options are there for the team getting off the beach? What hospitals would they be close to? Would said hospitals have helicopters? Are there Canonical Facts about what transpired?

I'm going to see the movie again later today with my mom and hopefully Little Sister, who I bribed with an explanation about how the Xavier/Magneto divide was based on the different ideologies of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X.  She's been a King fan since she was a toddler. She used to sit everyone down and recite facts about Marfin Lufer King. (I miss her speech impediment.) 
Back to writing. Half an hour before the movie, then will be spending the rest of the day packing up shit at the old house and hauling it to the new place. 

HOW ARE YOU GUYS? GIVE ME UPDATES!
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(I will reply to comments when I am not tipsy with margaritas and evading Crazy Uncle's attempts to give me a facial.)

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Dear The Job Interview I Just Had,

You were awkward. Why did we spend so long talking about cats? I'm a dog person.

...maybe that's why it was awkward. Also, hypothetical questions about how I would answer questions that I don't know the answers to because I haven't been through training are mean. And you can tell your scribbly-therapist's-notepad that I said that. Only don't, because I want this job. Even if it's only a couple of evenings a couple of weeks each month. I NEEDS MAH MONEYS SO I CAN GO TO SCHOOL.

Also--I don't put a lot of stock in handshakes. But. Yours was really limp. And I stood up when you left the table. Is that...is that weird? Chivalrous? Something only dudes are supposed to do? I am a reasonably butch woman, does that make it okay? It did kind of make it so I loomed over you, though, because I am tall and you were short. Nice lasting impression, y/y?

LOVE,
HB

*sigh*

Dear Crazy Uncle,

No. No, I will not go car shopping with you this weekend. Not just because I don't know anything about cars, not because I think that buying a car right now is a stupid financial decision (it is), not because I'm homophobic and want to avoid physical contact with you (really? REALLY?), but because the last time I went car shopping with you I almost died.

(He claimed to know how to drive a stick shift. HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE A STICK SHIFT. Me and my sister were in the back seat, the car salesman was in the passenger seat. The whole test drive was a blur of near-misses, loud screeching noises, the salesman's awkward laugh, Crazy Uncle shouting THEY DID NOT USED TO BE LIKE THIS, and my sister and I clutching on to each other for dear life. It was like being on a roller coaster. A roller coaster going the wrong way down a one-way street.)

LOVE,
YOUR NIECE

IN THE GOOD NEWS FRONT: GUESS WHO HAS A HOUSE? THIS GUY's parents! My folks have purchased a house! Assuming their loan comes through. Which means we've got about a month to pack up the house that we've been in for two years. I'm the only person in my family who's not a serious packrat (...books don't count). So I'll be spending the next month carting around boxes will all of my brother's old lego collections, my sister's old shoes and purses (from before she turned into a dumpster-diving-anarchist-vegan-hipster), my dad's papers and class notes from the last thirty years, and my mother's collection of HEY THIS BOX OF THINGS IS ONLY A DOLLAR MAN AUCTIONS SURE ARE FUN purchases.

I'm going to finish my freakishly salty frittata and drown my sorrows in porn. Or Diet Pepsi. Or both.

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May. 11th, 2011 08:13 pm
hoosierbitch: (FNL Pretty Pretty Princess)
Holy shit.

I have officially finished my first year of graduate school.

*happy dance*

I owe a big thank you to everyone who's helped me get through this bitch of a year intact - especially [livejournal.com profile] photoash[livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan[livejournal.com profile] rabidchild67[livejournal.com profile] afiawri, and [livejournal.com profile] coffeethyme4me. Thank you for being such generous, loving, and supportive friends. I am lucky to have you. 

I'll be driving back to St. Louis tomorrow, and then heading back up here to finish packing/moving out next week. My folks are leaving town to go to my brother's graduation (WOO BRO!!), so I'll be spending the weekend applying for jobs, walking the dogs (including the adorable new corgi who randomly showed up at our house one day), and OH YEAH BABYSITTING MY CRAZY UNCLE. 

*headdesk*

It's like a bad horror movie. He's baaaaaack! 

I anticipate spending a lot of time hiding out at the Panera. Writing porn. 

Like a boss.

BRING IT, SUMMER!
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I can quit the canvassing job, as I just got a call offering me the phone support position! It doesn't start for another two weeks, so I'm going to be writing AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE before then to make sure I get all my Sweet Charity fics (not to mention, um, BIG BANG) done before I move to TinyTown in August. So, the next time you call A Major Electronics Company, and talk to some woman on the phone who sounds like she would MUCH RATHER BE WRITING PORN THAN TALKING TO YOU - it might be me!

Crazy Uncle Update: he has been unleashed on the world! I dropped him off at the train station yesterday. And after I finished carrying in all of his bags (BECAUSE I AM STRONG LIKE AN AMAZON), I went to say goodbye to him - he was at the ticket counter. Pretending to be deaf. Because he thinks they'll won't charge him extra for his bags if he's deaf. *facepalm* He mentioned a while ago that he knew sign language - unless ASL has gotten SIGNIFICANTLY MORE FLAILY in the past few months - HE DOES NOT KNOW ASL.

*sigh*

I hope he gets to where he's going in one piece, with his ridiculously heavy luggage, and doesn't get into too much trouble. If y'all see a confused older man with unfortunate hair and a NOXIOUS CLOUD of cologne wandering around your town - be nice to him, okay?

Now: I SHALL CELEBRATE MY NEW JOB WITH PORN! I am thinking... Merlin/Arthur. And then - I dunno! Any suggestions on what scenario/kinks I should tackle next? I feel high from all the feedback on "the claiming game," (THANK YOU! :D) and am worryingly susceptible to prompts/bribes/suggestions even at the BEST of times - so please, prompt away!
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Guys. 

Guys.

Guys.

Guess what I have?

A COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK. FUCKING. GOD!

I am very grateful to the family member who has been sharing their laptop with me the past few months, but they have been using it a lot more recently, and I've been trying to write and I reeeeally hate writing by hand. Also, I would feel weird downloading porn on their computer, AND I MISS MY PORN. So I am now waaaay broke, and I hate my new job and want to quit, BUT WHO THE FUCK CARES! I have a LAPTOP! I have named her Coach Taylor, because he makes me feel safe. 

I HAVE SO MUCH UPDATES )

AND ALSO PORN REC'S )

And the biggest update of all: my BFF, confidante, and partner-in-crime for the last eleven years, has agreed to move with me to TinyTown. We're going to get an apartment and she'll bring her cats (who are adorable and hate me) and watch slashy movies together and bitch about politics and complain about how tiny TinyTown is - everything seems not nearly as scary, because she'll be there. 

So! I am going to go download porn and catch up on my huge backlog of emails/flist posts - if I miss something of yours in the shuffle, I AM SO SORRY! I've been working really hard on Broken Road 4, because I feel like I can't start anything else until I finish it. Hopefully, now that I have a computer (OH THANK GOD I HAVE A COMPUTER), I'll be able to finish it in a day or two. 

WHEEEEEEEEE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!