December 2005 Archives
Merry Christmas, or something. It's been a stressful holiday, and I'm glad it's almost over with.
The haul? A new computer. A yixing teapot. The coolest computer goddess ever. Little knick knacks and brik-a-brak, stuff I'm oddly big into. I got Nathan two bunnies - POSIX and ANSI. He flipped when he saw them. I thought about getting him a ferret, but bunnies just seem to be better pets for a little kid.
Google boy and I broke up. It was hard. I tried to give him back the Christmas present he gave me, but he wouldn't take it. I keep staring at the computer he gave me (gorgeous Antec case in piano black with internal blue lights, Asus A8N SLI Deluxe, AMD64, 2GB DDR400) and thinking that I don't deserve it. I shouldn't have it. Maybe breaking up with him wasn't something my heart was completely happy with, but I had a choice to make. I made it. I think I chose correctly. Shit is going to fly when the word spreads. I think I'm going to keep this one secret to myself for a bit longer, just don't look too hard at my fingers. People think I make my life unnecessarily complicated, but at least I never get bored.
A small fortune was spent at Teavana at Lennox Mall by a special someone. Mmmm, tea. My dragon yixing teapot is filled with Jasmine pearl leaves, and I can smell it from here. I've wanted one for ages. The history of yixing teapots is fascinating.
I made a quick stop by the Victoria's Secret and found out my boobs shrank. Yeah, well, I've been saying that they're smaller. It was bound to happen. I just wish I could have lost that weight off my ass or something instead. I have a serious bootie problem. Speaking of which, I was going to the movie theatre last night with someone, and we ran to get to the building to escape the frigid weather. By the time we arrived at the ticket box, I was a little out of breathe, so I grinned at my partner and muttered something like "this is why I'm on bottom". Unfortunately, I was later informed that I wasn't as quiet as I originally thought - the woman working the ticket counter as well as the couple behind us had heard and were trying to restrain their laughter. Mmm Hmm.
This is worse than when Courtney killed Kurt.
I was looking at the search phrases under awstats, and someone actually googled for "how to smoke meth lightbulb".
There are so many reasons this is so very, very wrong. I don't even know where to start.
Once upon a time, there was a bank. Let's call it, oh, Wankovia. When Chad and I split up, I didn't pay the balance remaining at Wankovia and forgot all about them. Over time, a $30 overdraft grew to $1000. I went to go apply at another bank, and I was turned down because of it. After a call to Wankovia, I discovered they put me on the "fuck you" list that all the banks call - and they refused to take me off, even if I paid the fee. Ok, whatever. Apparently it takes like 7 years for this to get removed. I tried again a few other places over the next few years, but no one would ignore that little blemish. My father couldn't even get me a bank account, because my name wasn't allowed to be anywhere on an account, even as a co-signer.
It's a pain in the ass not having a bank account. After a while, I found other alternatives, like having my paycheck direct deposited onto a pre-paid type credit card, but there's a lot of drawbacks to not having a Checkings/Savings, especially when apartment or car hunting. Any credit application has that little bank information area to fill out, and you can kiss approval goodbye if you don't have any numbers to put in those boxes.
I walked to another bank from work a week and a half ago to take care of cashing my paycheck. I hadn't set up direct deposit yet, and since my company had their checks drawn from this bank, it was the easiest thing for me to do. I was waiting in line, and one of the cashier guys was smiling at me kind of funny. Ok, nod and smile back. When it was my turn to walk up to the counter, he was the only person that was open, so I walked up to his desk. He was kind of flirting, and I guess I flirted back. I have no clue how these things work. I was just being my usual friendly, chatty self. He probably took it as flirting. He asked me why I didn't have an account, and I gave him a slightly condensed version of the previous story. He said to fill out an account form, and he'd see what he could do.
I filled out the paperwork, put my money in my wallet (he waived the fee, how nice), and walked out of the bank, forgetting all about it - until a week later, when Google Boy handed me my mail. A book of checks, my debit card, and my account paperwork. I'm still kind of in shock. I'm not sure how this guy pulled this off - I'm still on the "fuck you" list. I know I am. So what's the proper protocol? Do I owe him a date or something? Do I ignore it? Do I go up to the bank this Friday when I deposit my paycheck into my *sigh* bank account so I can thank him? I don't want him getting in trouble over this. It's nice to have my own bank account for the first time in well over 2 years, though.
I have my own furniture. I have my own bank account. I'm not really living paycheck to paycheck anymore - although it's still rough right now, since I had to go buy all my own furniture. I have the perfect job, given my personality type and coworkers. It's kind of weird how everything is falling into place. Now, if only I could figure out how to factor boys into the equation.
It does kind of bother me to think that a year ago, this wouldn't have happened. He probably wouldn't even have noticed me. But I suppose it's true what they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. (Ugh, I hate that phrase. Who the hell makes a gift out of a horse anymore? And why can't you look at his mouth?)
What's on my iPod? Muse, Garbage, PJ Harvey, Jenny Labow.
I think I'm coming down with something. No, scratch that - I thought I was coming down with something 2 days ago. Now I'm certain I have. My throat feels like I've been drinking gasoline (mmm, tasty), and every muscle in my body is aching. This isn't exactly the best time to be ill. I committed to attending the Google Christmas party, so Jason will be doing my hair tomorrow after work. Jason <3. The party is on Thursday, so I know I'm cutting it a bit close. A coworker and I went shopping on Friday at Perimeter, and I got the perfect dress from Bloomingdales. The Laundry line by Shelli Segal is so pretty; I always feel like I'm a princess when I wear her dresses. This dress is so tiny and perfect, and 2 sizes smaller than the last one I bought. Woot! I was at home trying it on to show Google Boy when the strap went *pop* and beads went flying everywhere. Well, fuck. I knew that was going to happen. The straps are tiny wires with little purple beads, so I am just going to do a little modification and put in purple sheer ribbons I think. At least the strap-poppage happened at home, and not at the party. Further proof that my chest needs to shrink more. At least the rest of the dress fits well. I look taller and thinner and fabulously pale. No one ever really says "fabulously pale". Puh-lease. In this industry, the only acceptable tan is off your CRT. Yet another reason to love IT.
For the past few weeks, I've been working from home a lot. I usually get a lot more done, but mostly it's been because of my back. Things have been a bit easier since I can lay down while coding, or if I'm feeling up for it, I can even go for a quick jog down to the internet cafe to get some exercise and a yummy muffin. I've been heading up to the office twice a week, but I think I'm going to try to increase my time there slowly, seeing how well my body can take it. It's so very frustrating.
Mike and I have been getting on surprisingly well. It was easier to be angry, before. I had to hold on to it and think of everything hateful he's ever done to keep my rage in check when he told me he wanted me back. I tried to tell him...hell, I tried to tell google boy. Dating me is like signing your life away to the devil. I'm a good person at heart. I try not to do mean things. I try to keep anyone from getting hurt. Somehow, in the end, any boy I'm with ends up utterly destroyed. Well, they can't say I didn't warn them. I miss Mike, maybe a little. Maybe more than a little. Every time I feel like picking up the phone, I read over my blog entries. I make myself remember all of the bad things. Why is it that after a breakup, we only want to remember the good? It's scary to say, this is the most normal breakup I've ever experienced, and I don't know how to deal with it. Why can't he move to Texas, or decide he's gay, or grow a HUGE mole in the center of his nose? Better yet, a combination of the three.
I love my new loft. Love, love, love. I get the best view of the city from the balcony off my bedroom. Mmm, balcony. I wish it would warm up a bit so I could go outside and enjoy it.
Weird. I think a white Rick James has been prank calling me. (608) 345-0194. Heh.
Torrent (extracted from the patch executable)
Posting an exe some people might find kinda shady, so the torrent is also linked if you'd like to download it from Blizzard's official tracker. Oddly, I'm able to download it much faster using a torrent client than I am with the Updater that Blizzard supplies.
Enjoy!
To be clear, that's a wall. Not a floor. ;)
<sektie> i'm almost always carebear warlock
<HCoyote> "carebear warlock"?
<sektie> alliance pve
<HCoyote> I had this whole image of you in a furry suit throwing tennis balls at someone and screaming 'LIGHTNINGBOLT!LIGHTNINGBOLT!LIGHTNINGBOLT!'
