Melodramatic Fool

Figures. Two whole rumbles of thunder and one flash of lightning about 6pm, and then it all passed us by, no rain. But it's managed to leave me with an absolutely fabulous pressure-change headache. And that stupid Blind Melon song in my head. Fucksticks.

( ell oh ell )

Finally started playing Wynnchester again, got her to 81. Getting over that weird mental block I had about ret paladin rotation/prioritization, at least for the moment. Got cranky when looking at the Elitist Jerks guide about retadins, because they could mention hit and expertise cap, but it's obviously beneath them to use the five extra words to actually *say what those are*. Because obviously people who don't know already shouldn't be looking at their guides, right. All hail Google.

I hate that feeling of "Oh hey, got up at 9:30, that's not so bad--OMGWTF DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME WHAT NO DX" Which means I got up at 10:30, which then feels like I slept in too late and ugh. Fucking DST, I hate youuuuuuuuu. That shift of just one hour is gonna make me feel weird for days. :/ Wish I lived somewhere where they didn't change time in fall and spring.

Jeebus. Is there coffee? I need coffee. X(

I swear, I am trying to be better today. Really, I promise. I've been trying. :x But. (You knew there was going to be a "but", right?)

The place repairing the car called to update today and left a message. Now it's not even the Monday/Tuesday promised yesterday. Now they say they're waiting for three parts, the last of which will not arrive until Wednesday the 22nd. But it gets *better*. The scheduled "done" date? DECEMBER 30th. I just...let me summarize my feelings on this by quoting the internet: WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN. If that's the case, they want to keep our car--for a minor fender-bender repair that is only requiring *three* parts--for a total of FIFTEEN days?? WTHIF.

I am *livid*. I know there's holidays, but this is fucking *ridiculous*. Even with it coming in the 22nd, I can't understand why they won't just get on it and then get it out by the 23rd. Why is this repair going to take EIGHT fucking days after they finally get the parts?

Called the husband at work and asked him to call the repair place and/or our insurance company. At the least, our insurance company needs to know that one of their chosen repair centers is absofucking dicking us around. And yeah, called the husband at work to make those calls, because while I am at home, if I were to contact them, there would be *screaming*. For fuck's sake.

Anyway. At the least, the rental is very nice, a 2010 Mazda 3 4d sedan with many ~features~. Considering I'm used to an eleven year old car with no features at all, it is rather neat. It makes me consider one of that type whenever we do get another vehicle.

But ugh...I want to hide in WoW to destress, but right now even WoW is stressing me. I absolutely don't even want to try more heroics at this point, and sort of want to just hide from the game entirely rather than deal with them. I sort of hate this point in the game. :x I know as a progression raider, that's what has to be done, just working on your main toon until they're ready for raiding so you don't slow down the group. But I want so badly to just play some meaningless alt and hide. I have such juvenile, regressive ways of reacting to stress. :/

Am I a cranky bitch? Why yes, yes, I am. :|

(Also *extremely* excited about it being the patch that starts The Shattering in WoW, and sparkle-eyed at the new splash screen and cinematic. But still, very, very, *very* cranky. Lots of "well, eff *you*" and "whateva, I do what I want" in my head, atm.)

>:[ >:E even.

http://catandgirl.com/?p=2545
Yep.

Took Mom out for dinner for her 60th yesterday, and gave her the Kindle that my brother, his gf, and the husband and I all got for her (for birthday and Christmas, at least for James and I, considering our budget). She's very gleeful about it.

Realized it's been over 3 years since I posted Put Your Hands Into The Fire (a KHII thing for that one springkink community). That one to this day remains the only thing I've written that I not only like, but have read/reread for my own enjoyment. I think the thing I miss most about AkuRoku was feeling like I actually could do (at least my interpretation of) the characters right, that I actually had a bit of confidence/comfortability with them and didn't feel so awkward (and I feel like I did schmoop better back then, too). Definitely the reverse for writing for SPN now--I have yet to really feel comfortable in Sam and Dean's heads, and even Our Endless Numbered Days isn't one I truly like (I see so many things I did wrong with it, ugh. How the hell did it ever get recced.).

It's funny, I've written four short things and one long piece for both fandoms. Though that doesn't count any spnland work (which in a way I don't consider because some/most of it was half-assed, none was beta'd or submitted to any communities) or poetry (I have trouble counting poetry amongst fanwork in a way because sometimes it feels like fandom doesn't really count it--like at some of the comms that track fanworks for a pairing, they'll note fic, serial fic, bigbangs, drabbles, art, videos...but not poetry.). If I counted all that, I've done more for SPN, which makes me even more frustrated with feeling like such a bumbling newbie still.

Am worrying about the challenge I signed up for at summer_sam_love. The germ of an idea I had (I claimed doing a fic tag for Swan Song) has refused to spark and feels pretty much dead. And I just can't seem to generate any other ideas at all, especially ones that haven't already been done and done again, and aren't just completely 2-D, flat and lifeless. I worry that I need to contact them and give the episode to someone else to claim--but I so wanted to do *something*, you know? I really, really think Sam is awesome and just wanted to *show* that somehow. Bah. I dunno. Maybe I'll give it another week or so.

So I get up this morning to hear from my mother that my last grandparent, her father, died last night. Let me say first off that this is in no way needing of any condolences. I have no love for this man, and as I expected am relieved he's finally gone. And as I have been for years, a touch bitter that of all my grandparents that he was the longest lived and the last to go.

What is irking me though... He was a horrible person, and did horrible things to certain members of that side of my family, and he never felt any remorse and never even felt he'd done anything wrong. There's a large number of that side of the family that cut off ties with him; but there were also a few that did keep in contact with him and cared for him toward the end.

The problem is, these few were the less than responsible and mature members of the family. They couldn't seem to figure out how to make funeral arrangements somewhere along the way (even though he was over 90 and so it was just a matter of time), and don't appear to even have access to whatever bank accounts my grandfather had. So now they're in a tizzy and have pulled my mother into the situation to start going through papers and trying to figure out if there's any funds in his accounts for funeral/burial stuff.

My mother is one of the last people who should have to deal with anything to do with my grandfather's life. It should be those few that maintained contact despite what my grandfather was guilty of. Yet because she's too goddamned nice and overresponsible, and always helps if asked, she's over there going through paperwork despite the place is probably scuzzy and going to kill her asthma and allergies and set off who knows what old mental triggers.

And lord knows, if they truly don't have access to his funds, it'll end up in court or something to get access to what little's there, to deal with it and the final arrangements, and I'm sure they'll drag her along on that too, because they're too helpless and idiotic to be able to manage anything like the adults they are. What a stupid mess.

I dunno. There's something to be said for just kindling and lighter fluid and a match (fuck, might as well get some salt), and leave it at that.

It is the sort of day where:
1. At the store, Mom gets one of the 10lb. bags of birdseed she was buying out of her cart at the register, and lo and behold it had a hole in it which snagged the cart, ripped the bag open, and spilled all over the floor.

2. We get home and discover that the bottle of milk I bought was seriously leaking, and because of course no grocery bag can be without holes, it'd soaked the carseat beneath it. (Have tried to sponge it up with dry towels, clean the seat off with a damp towel plus upholstery cleaner, but it's so damned hot and humid out in the garage, I don't know if it'll dry well, even with the car and garage doors open. Please don't let it end up smelling of bad milk or end up mildewing. The upholstery cleaner fragrance smell is bad enough.)


Bebop's supposed to be seen by the vet again today, but thanks to the freak windstorm of this early morning, their power's been out and they haven't been able to schedule it. So freaking behind on everything today. ANNOYANCES. At least my inner voice is down from "shitdamnsonofabitchfuck" to a more calm "wharrgarbl". I should be glad I haven't gotten cursed with verbranden's luck and ended up with a car accident like what happened to one of my RL friends. Though I'm still looking over my shoulder because surely someone's going to end up hit by a meteor or something.

So today we were *supposed* to have the vents/ductwork cleaned. You know, like was planned when I signed the contract to have the furnace/ac replaced, and like was scheduled for today last week. But I got this call from the company last night. They wanted to reschedule because they've been blasted with emergency repairs--because our temps have hit upper 80s/lower 90s (and it's humid to boot). Okay, no big deal, I can respect that.

Then I find out they want to reschedule...for almost a MONTH from now. Um. WHAT. Fucking June 21?

I can see having to shuffle a few days. But there is no way in HELL that they have three-four solid weeks of emergency repairs that have come up. More like what's happened is they've fucking overbooked, and they expect me to go to the back of the damned line for it. Um sorry, but wtf. I agreed to this, paid for this, scheduled this, and even the sales people told me to get it done as soon as possible after getting that new furnace and heat pump installed. So I want it done *promptly* and not to be made to wait a damned month after--*especially* not after they scheduled me for just a week after install originally.

I am about ready to be done with this company. I feel like I'm being treated cavalierly, like my business really doesn't matter to them. And when I protested the appointment move, they *laid a fucking guilt trip on me*, basically making me be the bad guy by demanding the service when there were people out there who'd be going without AC if I took claimed the two workers for my appointment. I hate that, you know? The way if I put my foot down I'd be the bad guy in this and a bitch.

Though what can I say. It works. : / I let them reschedule me for June 21, but the person on the phone said she'd have her manager call me to discuss it since I was unhappy about it. Fine, whatever. Let's see if the manager even calls. And if she does, I'm going to emphasize that I've used their company for near 10 years and have just spent near $10K with them this year (hell, more like almost 12K considering the water heater I got from their sister plumbing company in March), and I'd like them to act like I fucking matter to them, even just a little bit.


And also, thanks life. I see friends blogging about college and summer break and convention trips and other fun things, and here I'm thinking about 37 in a few months and writing a post about my heating/cooling system *again*. I feel old.

1. Hi, hormones. Return of the Cranky Wench, part billion. >:E Also, it's been cool, dim, rainy, and windy, like fall, and while I *love* that, it makes me want to sleep all the time.

2. Still hate the Lich King fight. Makes me wish I could go to BlizzCon in hopes of going to one of the developers' panels and stomping on the foot of whomever's responsible for it. Tuesdays are awesome for not being raid nights so I can hide out from Dauntless stuff. Meanwhile, it's the 5 year anniversary for the founding of the Daughters ofthe Alliance guild on Bronzebeard, which really says something about their people and how they're run. Yay for them. ♥

3. Wallowing in old J2 fic of late. Wallowinnnnnnnng. Hoping to run into this one I read last summer-ish where Jared was in a car accident (maybe broke a leg or something, I forget), and Jensen helps him out after and things ensue.

4. Greek Gods brand yogurt (pomegranate) is the awesome-amazing stuff of the day.

5. Countdown to SPN season finale song-sharing:
Queen - Headlong http://www.mediafire.com/?oznlrmm2jgd
Two days \o/

6. Oh, weird. I'd forgotten that my Dad, stepmother, and stepsister were visiting her family in Oklahoma this past weekend. :x They were north and east of where all the tornadoes hit, but sounds like a second cousin of hers lost their house. Yikes.

[Editing to remember!
http://estrella30.livejournal.com/413407.html
Sticks and Stones, J2, NC-17, 22k words. Thanks so much essene for pointing me at *exactly* the right thing! Saving this for when I get nostalgic for it again. :3