Happy Tuesday!

Luck
Best of luck to vidicon, for his first day at his new job! Hope I get to see you and bheansidhe tonight...

Gratitude
Thanks to everyone who commented on my "now I get it" post last night, and those of you who didn't but thought of me anyway.

Antici....pation
penguinboi says Phase III of my V-Day gift should arrive today...

Consumerism
I'm going to buy myself the Circa address book from Levenger already. It's been a couple of years of no one taking the hint. I give up.

Plus, I'm going to start that charm bracelet I was talking about, the one with charms to represent the important people in my life... need to start off with a fish, a book, a monkey, a penguin, a lightning bolt... and more...

Frustration
For most of the morning, I'll be recreating the entire fall schedule in a completely different format as a LaTeX file. Yah. Fun.

But hey, Buffy tonight!

*whimper*

Oh man I want everything at Levenger. *whimper* Want my Circa address book. And the leather cover for it. And the CircaDex to carry in my purse. And the leather 5x7 agenda. And and and everything.

I'm a throwback. I'll never own a PDA. I write everything on index cards still. Love my pens, love my paper.

Got to stop shopping and go to work.

Frustration

So. penguinboi overnights me Phase III of his V-Day gift to me. Which just got here.

It's a CD. With hints (no allegations) on the sleeve.

A CD. That I cannot listen to for 8 more hours.

Pengy, you do know that I'm going to have to kick your ass for the suspense involved here, right? (Also for including AllAnus MoriShit. And the Corrs. But I look forward to hearing the rest of it.)

Damn penguins.

(it *looks* pretty...)

Oscar nominations are up!

Here they are, in the categories I care about; the complete list is here. I've bolded who I think deserves the Oscar most. If I haven't bolded something, I have no opinion in that category.
( ...and the Oscar SHOULD go to... )

It'll be like a UF/FSU game in my house on Oscar night, I can tell (look at yendi's post. Sorry, sweetie, the costumes were pretty, but there was no acting there (I'll grant you John C. Reilly was good, but Ed Harris was several orders of magnitude better, and Renee Zellweger needs to stop confusing cute pouting with acting), and I don't know who they think they're kidding with a Best Picture nom. Chicago was fun fluff, but fluff nonetheless)...

Tuesday afternoon miscellany

A few of you have said you like this format. A few more have started using it themselves. So that means you get more of it.

Winter
I am very very ready for this whole winter thing to be over. I'm sick of being cold all the time. I'm sick of the outrageous gas bill. I'm sick of wearing sweaters. *kicks the side of her desk in childish frustration*

Happy Phantom
Whenever one of my LJ friends posts that they had to trim their friends list due to having too many people to keep up with, I have to scurry over to the userinfo page to see if it's me. It almost never is (it was once, but that person was cutting out everyone she knew in this city). So. Cool. Thank you. I don't know how you deal with my posting frequency, but very few people have expressed difficulty in managing (most people just increase the viewability of their friends page from 25 to 50 posts), and several of you express concern whenever I go for a few hours without posting! So, umm, thanks for sticking around. :)

Anmd my brain is just all hoppity all over the place right now. Too many actual-work things intruding. Damn work. Stupid stupid rat creatures. I shall return.

Food Log

( probably of interest to no one but me )

Why I don't drink water

When I was sixteen years old, I was a problem child. A miscarriage led to a suicide attempt led to me spending the summer in an adolescent psychiatric ward. Said junior loony bin got entirely sick of me, and the doctors there recommended their last, best hope: Sequoia Wilderness Institute.

Sequoia was an Outward-Bound-style program, except it was for kids who didn't want to be there.... kids who were considered beyond help, who couldn't be treated. It was a place to break kids' spirits so they could function in society in the ways their parents wished them to. This was a 2-month program. I spent six months there. Yes. I am legend.

Before each day's hike, we were required to drink a quart of water. I later found that this was because, in its previous incarnation as Challenger, Sequoia had been responsible for the dehydration deaths of a few kids. So. Quart of water. Problem is... I have that highly-developed gag reflex, a product of childhood trauma. I can't chug anything. I have difficulty drinking more than a few sips of anything at a sitting, as those of you who've had lunch with me can attest. An entire quart of water at a time was thoroughly beyond me. So I would sip at the water until I'd ingested a fair amount, then surreptitiously get rid of the rest.

Not surreptitiously enough.

Yep. I got busted. And on that day... they made me drink two quarts. They gathered the entire camp to glare at me and forced me to chug two quarts of dirty lukewarm water. And when my gag reflex couldn't take it, when I threw the water back up - they made me do it again.

Every day.

I don't drink water anymore. The thought of it makes me nauseous...

(no subject)

Administration
Hello to new friend dawnmuskovitz ("Venkman's Bitch"? Sister!)
Welcome back to _sophie, who I forbid to delete her LJ again, dammit.

Food Log - Dinner
Spaghettios. Yes, I know that's not a dinner, I'll have something else later.

Preliminary thoughts on my Penguin's musical choices
As stated previously, the penguin loses points for AllAnus MorriShit and the Corrs, who I'd say should be shot except that that's not painful enough for them.

However, he gains points for inclusion of one of my secret three love songs.

I'm not a romantic. I'm not very demonstrative in this way - I'm a total cuddlemuppet with all of my friends, but I don't make mix tapes, it will not naturally occur to me to wish you a happy Valentine's Day, et cetera. When I love you, I do it with all of the fierceness in me, and you KNOW it. But I'm not commercially demonstrative. I'm not mushy.

However, there are three songs, none of them really mainstream, that have always been my love songs, for the love I might one day have. I've never told anyone what they are - sort of a testing-the-universe thing.

One of them is on this CD.

Other opinions will have to wait until I've had the chance to listen to the whole CD.

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