Happy Tuesday!

Administration
Hello to new readers earthlaughs, gypsyjade, taisidhe, thunderhammer, topographic, and returning reader kennfusion!

Quote of the Night
"If you take it up the ass, you are no longer a virgin."

My kid brother
eternalredneck came to LEWD last night! He hadn't met any of the attendees for more than a few minutes at karlita's so this was an excellent chance for my "kid brother" to expose himself to new people.

Yes, that was intentional.

I adore ER and don't see him near enough...

Plans
Lunch with bheansidhe, packing, coffee with reprobayt. Got tomorrow's airport ride locked up - jet_li_wannabe is one of our grad students and therefore walks by my desk a dozen times a day, so it's easy to corner and threaten him if he does not obey my commands ply him with sweet entreaties.

Current Musical Obsession
Modest Mouse, "The World at Large". Speaks to the tumbleweed-girl in me.

Poor yendi... he's hearing it a lot...

Frenzy
Yesterday's Friending Frenzy is still getting new bios - do check back!

Okay. I go now. I am, however, likely to come back and edit this as new random thoughts occur to me.

Reginald's Quivering Member

Last night we watched 10 Things I Hate About You. Again.

This post is inspired by the guidance counselor, Miss Perky, who's writing a torrid and, well, terrible porn novel. Yes, it includes the subject line above.

In comments, I would like to play with this concept...

Let's write the most ridiculously over-the-top laughable "erotica" evar. Miss Perky used phrases like "swollen bratwurst", to give you a general idea.

Write as much as you like... either start your own thread or add to someone else's. Have fun. :)

*dances aimlessly*

There's a reason I type *dances aimlessly* a lot.

Because I do. A lot. I can't stand still, not ever. Always with the songboogie or the hipshimmy. Those who know me in person can testify.

And it's not of the "dancing to imaginary music" sort. Because then, see, it wouldn't be dancing aimlessly. Just - I can't stand still. So I do silly little dancey things.

On another note altogether, thanks to aussie_nyc, who may be the only person who's kissed more pretty LJ girls on the eastern seaboard than I have, I now have a Gmail account. I feel thoroughly l33t.

EDIT: It has been decided that aussie_nyc and I both need to kiss more girls.

Shock to the System

I am having mixed feelings about my weight loss.

I was 135 when I was diagnosed, back in October. I'm 4'11" with a delicate frame... so this was very, *very* unhealthy for me! So when my medication made me too nauseous to eat much, I viewed weight loss as my silver lining. I decided that 100-105 would be an excellent weight for me, as I'd spent much of my adult life at 95 (85 pre-Elayna - and no, that's not a speedfeak weight, I was 75 when I was a tweaker).

I've become addicted to the numbers falling on the scale.

As I got down to 105, I figured I'd be stabilizing soon - and I feel that my weight loss did slow a bit.

But then this past week, I dropped from 97 to 94.5.

In one week.

That's far, far too drastic.

And add in my discovery that I'd been shedding overmuch, most likely due to the insanely rapid weight weight loss.

These are Reasons For Concern, I daresay.

But.

I'm addicted to the fall of the numbers. I don't know how much it would hurt, emotionally, to start gaining weight again... being fat depressed me beyond the telling of it, and I know I'll freak right the hell out if I start gaining weight again.

This 2.5 pounds in a week thing has got to stop.

But I still have that poochy belly thing that needs to go away (no, it's not mamabelly; I lost that 6 months post-delivery). And the fat layer on my torso.

My hips are handlebar-esque again, and I am in love with my bones.

I hasten to add that I do not look unhealthy in the slightest! Seriously. People who know me in person can confirm this. This is a good weight for my body. It's just... too fast.

No return call from the doctor. I'll call again after lunch. (Lunch date with thevault! Woo!)

What I'm afraid of, doctorwise, is that between this and the constant dizzy spells, she'll want to switch my medication. I've said many a time that I can live with any number of side effects as long as I don't have any more seizures.

If I switch meds... that means reducing my dosage gradually over the course of six weeks, and building the dose of the new medicine up for six weeks, until I'm at a level that might control my seizures.

Three months seizure-prone to varying degrees.

My seizures are stress-related.

I'm getting married in October. Stress much?

So if I switch meds, I risk having an extended period of time when seizures are not just possible, but extremely likely. If I don't tell my doctor... I won't have to switch meds. But then I have to worry about the body-in-shock thing all on my lonesome.

*sigh*

Yeah, I already left a message. And I'll call back after lunch. I'm just... mildly terrified right now.

Chalupa Assault

Man Charged With Chalupa Assault

DES MOINES, Iowa (AP) - A man who claimed he didn't get the taco he paid for has been charged with assault for allegedly pelting a Taco Bell clerk in the face with a chalupa.

Nancy Harrison told police she was working the drive-through Thursday night when Christopher Lame, 24, ordered some food.

He later came into the store, complaining he didn't get the taco he had ordered, police records say. Harrison said that when she asked for a receipt, he went back to his car and brought back the bag.

Harrison said she told him the store was closing, and as she turned away, a chalupa hit her in the face near her right eye. She said she ran into the parking lot and took down the license number as the motorist was driving away.

Lame was identified through the license number.

He is scheduled to appear in court June 15.

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... you know... I have absolutely nothing I can possibly add to that.

Thanks for the link, treadpath!

Quick Takes

* My bad-porn post has, through theferrett, spawned a webtoy. Go now!

* Lunch with the fabulous thevault. Greasy food, catty comments, writerly conversation. Excellent eye candy. *blows kiss*

* Max Barry, author of Jennifer Government, reviews a Mary Kate & Ashley book.

* Friending Frenzy is still going strong. I have to say, my favorite part of the Frenzies is seeing the cool things you guys say about each other. I truly have the rockin'-est friends-list on LJ.

* *dances aimlessly*

EDIT: Called neurologist's office back. Receptionist for the department told me that she delivered the message already.
Me: "Okay, it's just that I called yesterday morning, so I was wondering."
Her: "No, no, I gave [my neuro]'s nurse the message."

Personally, I'm skeptical, as I've never had to wait for more than a few hours to get a call back from my neuro's nurse. This may be a CYA situation. Who knows. But see, I called! murnkay, you can stop nagging me now. :P

Just a little more

New kids, I swear this journal is not All Porn, All the Time. But.

Funniest. Porn. MST3K. Ever. yendi is a golden god.

14 Guys in 14 Nights

I'm stealing this wholesale from illandaria. She says: "his was going around from several of the other writers on my friendslist. The idea is to post up profiles of 14 characters, one per day. And I think I have enough male characters I can do that with now."

I'm going to use the format bits that I wish to and callously disregard the rest (like the sins/virtues bit). Because I'm like that.

Also! I will take suggestions.

( First up - Kieran. )

Who should I do next?

Packing

Cute t-shirts. Panties. The jeans that fit me the bestest. What passes for "eveningwear" - the slinky polka-dot dress volta bought me, the slinky mesh separates I got at Anthropologie, the non-slinky sundress with the strawberries on it. Sunscreen. Sandals. Books - as if I'll have time to read. Notebooks - because I will make time to write. Bathing suits. I'm bringing a larger suitcase than normal as I'd be cutting it close with a carryon, and I know laundry takes up extra room, and I am likely to have a few souvenirs.

I. Am. Fucking. Terrified.

Going "home" for the first time in ten years. Probably for the last time.

What if everything's different? I don't mean the tourist shit.

What if everything's the same?

What if I don't know my way around anymore? That's haunting me.

What if what if?

What if I see people I know? What if I don't? What if people remember me? What if they don't?

What if I get overwhelmed?

What if I feel nothing at all anymore?

Got to keep breathing.