So apparently the stories I wrote years ago (the short ones) are lost to the ages. I have searched all my old hard drives and have come up empty handed. I can't even find the printed copies of them! I KNOW I have them somewhere, but where is a mystery...

Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, Blogger, LJ TOO MANY WEBSITES!  Anyway, yeah, I reread that creepy anon comment attached to my default entry... it's still REALLY creepy. To anyone who cares, Dylan and I celebrate a whopping 9 months in about a week. Woo hoo! I started writing chapter 8 today. Granted, the entire manuscript is REALLY skeletal and needs a lot editing to make it flow, but I can do that after I at least have the structure down. Have to build the frame first, I guess that's what I'm getting at.

So, I visited Dylan's mom for the first time. As soon as I walked into her house I felt like the girl on cops that has two teeth, cut off shorts, and is wearing a tube top with my bra straps showing. His grandfather owns a successful construction company, so I guess I should have expected it.

I've also decided my life just isn't important enough to leave on 'friends only' all the time.

I'm a 27 year old SCORPIO (those who know will know) and I have no idea if I'm being flirted with or if someone's just being friendly (I always assume they're just being friendly, no disappointment or embarrassment that way)... It's not vital to my existence, just confusing.

Having a "dizzy, kinda nauseated, think I'm running a low grade fever at work" kinda day. Someone left a kinda creepy anon post on my "if you want to see my journal you need to be added" post. I hope it was meant for someone else; that they got my journal mixed up with another person's.

There are drunk people singing loudly to Motley Crue in the bar attached to the hotel I work at, lovely.

Politics. I'm happy Obama won. FINALLY people can tell their children, regardless of race or gender (not that he's a woman, but that the ceiling has been shattered), that they can grow up to be president and mean it. He's not perfect (he is a politician after all), and I hope he can fill the shoes he's made for himself (not a great metaphor, but you get the idea). I have my own political ideas (many of which are too far left for a lot of people), but I hope Obama can actually make steps to actually encouraging the American people to realise that the government is to be "for the people, by the people" and it's time we took that power back. I know that's a lot to place on one man with only four years (maybe 8?) to work with, but I'm an optimist . The first step to progress is to imagine it.

Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now and go eat some chocolate.

Single again... big surprise.

So, the Special K protein water is called K2O. Well, I know K stands for potassium...so this is a site on the lovely affects of contact with Dipotassium Oxide or... K2O

www.ilo.org/public/english/protection/safework/cis/products/icsc/dtasht/_icsc07/icsc0769.htm

Not exactly what I would want in my water

Ever get the urge to write something,something meaningful, but when you finally get to where you can access the means with which to do so your brain kinda laughs at you and shuts down? I'm having one of those days...

Stacy and I grabbed some Chinese food, nothing special. I had been munching on mine for a while, and decided to break open my obligatory fortune cookie.

My fortune read: 'You have a charming way with words. Send email to a friend.'

Ignoring the bad grammar, I believe I am more thrown by the fact a fortune cookie just told me to send an email. I guess having something so... well... modern stated in a fortune from a fortune cookie just doesn't seem to sit right with me.

I remembered the quarters, but the machine gave me a Diet Coke... and aspartame makes me sick :( So it's either be really thirsty or add stuff that is going to make me nauseous to my stomach that has already been hurting today.

I missed a class today because apparently I need to give myself more than twenty minutes to find parking.

I have to put laundry away when I get home tonight, and write my abstract for class tomorrow... and I haven't figured out my thesis statement yet.


...fun

I'm seriously considering getting a V cut (A line bob) and colouring my hair lavender... but I'm not sure.

EDIT:
Notes to Self

1. Secure cell phone before leaving a motor vehicle; especially if said vehicle is going to be on the other side of town until late in the evening.

2. When grabbing change out of your change cup, ensure that what you are carrying away are truly four quarters before leaving your domicile; not two quarters, a Sacagawea dollar and a Susan B. Anthony dollar. This is most important when this would mean that you would leave yourself without the means of obtaining liquid between the hours of 11:30am and 5:00pm.

( Turandot and Nikolai )

I need to take some pictures of Tosca soon.

EDIT: Yeah, and I managed to fry my video card by touching my monitor (static electricity was involved). My monitor is fine, thankfully Jason just upgraded his system and his old vid card was the same type as mine.

An example of the use of historic present in informal writing in my book for Grammar & Usage:

I was waiting at the bus stop when this guy drives up and offers me a lift in his BMW, so I say 'Well, I don't know,' and he says 'You can trust me, I'm a grammarian,' so I get in, and off we go.

Like grammarians can afford BMW's

So... after reading 500 or so strips of a web comic I FINALLY realised one of the main characters is wearing a tie >.< I always thought he had a blazer open over a yellow shirt.

Jason Gunn (and the rest of the lab workers) have been struggling to get the laptops in working order... and this weekend Vince is going to replace the key servers (which is why the computer labs will be closed on Saturday). I see all the work done thus far having been done in vain...

Stacy: So, what are you doing?

me: I'm knee deep in sacrificial blood right now. *pause* Uhh, not literally

I'm doing research for a paper. I really need to watch my wording >.>

I have a snake, and I'm not afraid to use it!

I'm still internally laughing ^^

EDIT: I get the distinct feeling this is one of those items created by concupiscent men dreaming that women will use it