Melodramatic Fool

Ah, that feeling that hits me when I realize that next month will be my 20th annual high school reunion.

I remember that time when my Dad had his 20th annual high school reunion.

I wish it weren't a raid night, because I sort of feel the need to go drown my sorrows in something.




(No, not planning on going, just don't feel like it, the alumni don't even have my current address and I haven't felt the motivation to update. It's all about showing how you still look good--which I don't--or how successful you are--which I'm not--or to show off your kids--and I don't have any of those. So. A few people I wouldn't mind seeing, but most of them, eh.)

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(

http://thedailywh.at/post/3187829029/re-design-of-the-day-pepsico-is-set-to-unveil-a

My addition on my tumblr reblog:
…I’m sorry, but this short, fat woman is going to keep using short, fat cans. I may not be beautiful and confident, but I don’t need any goddamned soft drinks equating “tall and thin” with “beautiful and confident” for me. Keep your social conditioning and objectifying out of my fucking beverages, TYVM.

Not that I drink soda often, but when I do, I think it'll be anything but Pepsi products (though wtf do I do about all the Mtn Dew the husband likes? >_< )

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.

Recently, a local high school teacher here was killed when hit by a car. A sad thing, a tragic accident, but...

Westboro Baptist Church is going to be picketing the funeral Friday. (http://www.ketv.com/news/25753392/detail.html, http://www.ketv.com/news/25766842/detail.html)

What.

The.

Hell.

In.

Fuck.

This isn't some major political figure, this isn't some person who lived in the public spotlight. This was just a person like you or me, who lived a decent, normal life and who had that ended tragically early.

And Westboro Fucking Baptist Church is fucking protesting at her funeral.

I just can't imagine what this must be like for her family, friends (she was an friend of my stepmother's), colleagues, and students. I have no words. But I have so very much anger. These twisted, sick fucks have evil in their hearts.

Was woken up a little bit ago by the doorbell (yeah I know, I'm a slacker, I suck)--flowers from my in-laws, as a belated birthday gift. I guess maybe the husband's birthday coming up on the 31st reminded them they'd missed mine back in August? To be honest, I didn't even notice they missed it...currently thinking "didn't they send a card/check or something?"--but I guess they must not have or they think they hadn't?

Had to have a tech out yesterday evening because our internet, cable tv, and even our phone were acting weird. Turns out that one, there was a broken component where the main cable company line meets the line run to the house. But also--the line to the house had been chewed into by squirrels exposing and damaging the inner wire. Squirrels. I just...what.

http://thedailywh.at/post/1407966723/daft-punk-music-video-of-the-day-derezzed

http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=2042#comic
I dunno, I think the 'how to ruin forever' options for all three should be boxes where no one says anything at all.

For so little happening, life feels very strange at times. Also, holy hell, why is waking up so hard. And fuck allergies, seriously.

Got Missy-cat to the vet this morning. They removed the growth, a short procedure that only took a bit over an hour. They'll send it for biopsy so we should know in a few days if it's something that we need to worry about. For now, she's doing really well, not acting too out of the ordinary at all. They gave her an antibiotic and steroid shot, and it left only a small incision, so hopefully it'll heal quick. Then there'll just be taking her back in a couple weeks to get the sutures out.

Another 550$+ today, though. : / This has been an expensive, expensive year for the cats. We never intended to have that many, but I kind of have liked having four. But I'm starting to agree with the husband's statement that as they age and eventually die, that he doesn't ever want to have more than two at a time again. I don't know how we ended up with ones that all have so many medical issues. There's always been so many other animals I've wanted to have, too, but I couldn't imagine doing so now, even beyond him saying no--the cost, even for just normal stuff, is so high. And when they have health issues, it's just astronomical. : /

Ugh, and now I've been short with Mom about something in regards to this all, and I seriously hate when I do that. But she gets so overly concerned, almost obsessive, about the littlest things, almost hypochondriac, and I'm already stressed and worrying about it all and about costs, and I just...crap. I mean, we've been home just a bit over an hour, and of course she's going to groom it some--they only said to go back for the cone if she really won't leave it alone--ffs, give it some time, mother.

Read the first two volumes (and some of the third) of Scott Pilgrim at Borders while Missy was having the vetwork done. Really was liking it, wish I could buy them. Definitely want to see the movie when it hits DVD.

I swear I'll get to comments tomorrow. :x Right now I want comfort!pizza-rolls. :x

Dear self:

Fic posting date is the *18th*, not the 22nd. FFS, above all else, do not forget that again. Also, today may kind have sucked, but you *will* work on/finish the thing tomorrow or Sunday at the freaking latest, no more excuses. This is not hard, and it's not long. Why are you making it be hard when it isn't? Other people can compose something awesome in like, an evening's work.

Quit panicking (again),
me

Oh god, next Saturday. D:

seisei_ftw, how are you so awesome? \o/ ♥ Seriously, you are awesome. Random vgifts are full of win. And awesome. ^___^ Thankyou~ *squishhug* (Also: (C o_o)C Crab battle! ♥ )

At least I've finally started on my summer_sam_love fic, because honestly I've been feeling like the worst failure ever for having not gotten my act together up until now. Was feeling more and more panic since there's only fifteen days left until I post, and I do want to leave sufficient beta and edit time. I'm good at having anxiety attacks over stupid little things, yeah. Anyway, it's only half done, and it won't be long (only about 2k so far), but considering it's sort of like pulling teeth, I'm glad to have that much and to have the basics of the rest bulleted out. But yeah, 2k words for over four hours of work--I'm not kidding when I say I'm a slow writer or when I say that it's like pulling teeth. I have a lot of respect and awe for those who can write fast, whether good or otherwise. This is why I'll never do a big bang.

By the way, I do appreciate those that offered to help me brainstorm ideas on this when I've posted about stressing on this before. I just...I had so little, just tiny seeds of what I wanted to do, that I was embarrassed to write anyone to get plotting help because it would highlight how much next-to-nothing I already had. I'm just glad I finally had bits and pieces finally come together in my head last week. It won't be epic or anything stellar or deep--I'm just hoping for okay, frankly. Simply done will be nice. :p (Ugh, too bad tomorrow's so busy...hopefully Thursday?)

I have a couple of people I'm going to PM about betaing (I haven't gotten beta help in a couple years, since an old fandom, for lack of fellow fans, and then later--seriously--for fear of how bad I'd be told what I did was once I did know fellow fans), but if one of them can't, I'll post and ask here.

Anyway, I still owe a ton of comments, have barely commented on anyone's posts or the ones sitting in my email for several weeks now. Apologies again. Stressing has sort of made me want to hide, a lot. : /

Also also...some of the extended family that was causing teh dramaz? Still going on. I'm glad I don't have to deal with it, but am upset that my mother and those family members I do care about are still having to. Those of my extended family that are freaks and idiots and are generally reprehensible, good lord, I wish someone would slap some sense into them, seriously. Punch some sense into them, better still.