Random thoughts...
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podlingEvery day for me seems to be a mix of up and downs.
I feel kind of like I'm coming down with something, which isn't good, as I've got a pretty fully planned weekend. Maybe I'll be able to ignore it. That would be lovely. Maybe it's just hot in here, which is unusual in itself. I shall prevail!!!
Work is work. People don't listen to me when I tell them things. I'm in an argumentative mood about it though, but I've kind of chilled out some in the past two hours. No longer ready to kill, but maiming is still a definite possibility. Oh, and the program I need to use just randomly crashed. Wuuuuuuuunderful.
Sent my tax info to the person who's doing my taxes. I usually do them myself, but for some odd reason, I feel less of a compulsion this time. Maybe because I can't procrastinate this way, maybe because I might get a refund faster, maybe because I want to support my friend's accounting business. She rocks.
Fooled you! I was thinking I should actually let someone photograph me so I could have user icons that were ever so slightly more accurate. I think the only one of me right now is the black & white one. And that's from a zillion years ago. Well, not a zillion, but several, anyway. This is made more complicated by 2 things... the fact that I look at pics and go, "ew!" and that my scanner is hooked up to the non-actually hooked up old computer. So... if anyone nearby has a scanner, that would be useful, or if anyone (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sidruid, I'm talking to you! From camping, did your group photo come out well? Mine did, but I'd have to scan it, do you have it saved?) has a pic of me that you feel ISN'T heinous, do let me know.
I seem to have lost weight. I'm not sure if it's in my imagination or not though, as the meat scale seems to register ever so slightly different depending on how I stand. And I don't know how much my clothes weigh, but it's not like I can strip in the kitchen (much though it might be appreciated by the boys in there, they're so funny, though if this one guy tells me to wear skirts more often, I may have to deck him). Now, my friend Rosie said the following to me, "Do you not listen to me??? *Never* get on a scale!!! And don't tell your mom how much you think you weigh. In that way lies only madness!" Okay, so maybe I'm paraphrasing there, but that was the gist of it. She also rocks. I should talk to her more often.
Speaking of which, my mom visited last weekend. It was fun! I showed her and my aunt the cool Chinese furniture store across the street. I so want one of those tables with the lazy susan in the middle one day (it really wouldn't fit in my current place, so I'm not really that sad to not be able to have it now). They still have the bureau I want, and as soon as I have a spare $900 I'll be getting it (which will be... never, but one can dream). AND!!! I now have food! I rarely grocery shop, so this is actually pretty exciting. I think when she looked in the fridge, she was kind of disturbed by the contents (which were a few different drinks, some marinades, jelly, and a basketful of apples) and felt that I perhaps should have more... meal-like things. I tried to convince her that Spirutein was real food, but she wasn't going for that. They made real food in my house! It was so different!
Oh, and as I commented in someone else's journal (which I think is friends-only, so I'm not going to pimp) I believe that this phrase is possibly one of the most awkward in any 80s pop song. "Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti"
I feel kind of like I'm coming down with something, which isn't good, as I've got a pretty fully planned weekend. Maybe I'll be able to ignore it. That would be lovely. Maybe it's just hot in here, which is unusual in itself. I shall prevail!!!
Work is work. People don't listen to me when I tell them things. I'm in an argumentative mood about it though, but I've kind of chilled out some in the past two hours. No longer ready to kill, but maiming is still a definite possibility. Oh, and the program I need to use just randomly crashed. Wuuuuuuuunderful.
Sent my tax info to the person who's doing my taxes. I usually do them myself, but for some odd reason, I feel less of a compulsion this time. Maybe because I can't procrastinate this way, maybe because I might get a refund faster, maybe because I want to support my friend's accounting business. She rocks.
Fooled you! I was thinking I should actually let someone photograph me so I could have user icons that were ever so slightly more accurate. I think the only one of me right now is the black & white one. And that's from a zillion years ago. Well, not a zillion, but several, anyway. This is made more complicated by 2 things... the fact that I look at pics and go, "ew!" and that my scanner is hooked up to the non-actually hooked up old computer. So... if anyone nearby has a scanner, that would be useful, or if anyone (
sidruid, I'm talking to you! From camping, did your group photo come out well? Mine did, but I'd have to scan it, do you have it saved?) has a pic of me that you feel ISN'T heinous, do let me know.I seem to have lost weight. I'm not sure if it's in my imagination or not though, as the meat scale seems to register ever so slightly different depending on how I stand. And I don't know how much my clothes weigh, but it's not like I can strip in the kitchen (much though it might be appreciated by the boys in there, they're so funny, though if this one guy tells me to wear skirts more often, I may have to deck him). Now, my friend Rosie said the following to me, "Do you not listen to me??? *Never* get on a scale!!! And don't tell your mom how much you think you weigh. In that way lies only madness!" Okay, so maybe I'm paraphrasing there, but that was the gist of it. She also rocks. I should talk to her more often.
Speaking of which, my mom visited last weekend. It was fun! I showed her and my aunt the cool Chinese furniture store across the street. I so want one of those tables with the lazy susan in the middle one day (it really wouldn't fit in my current place, so I'm not really that sad to not be able to have it now). They still have the bureau I want, and as soon as I have a spare $900 I'll be getting it (which will be... never, but one can dream). AND!!! I now have food! I rarely grocery shop, so this is actually pretty exciting. I think when she looked in the fridge, she was kind of disturbed by the contents (which were a few different drinks, some marinades, jelly, and a basketful of apples) and felt that I perhaps should have more... meal-like things. I tried to convince her that Spirutein was real food, but she wasn't going for that. They made real food in my house! It was so different!
Oh, and as I commented in someone else's journal (which I think is friends-only, so I'm not going to pimp) I believe that this phrase is possibly one of the most awkward in any 80s pop song. "Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti"
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