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::I am 29.9.03 ( 22:34 ) * Almost Over. September is an awful month. I think next year, I'm going to go to bed on August 31st and not get out until October 1st. Maybe I should just rip the entire page out of next year's calendar. I can't think of too many good things about September right now (except a good friend's birthday); it's full of the anniversaries of the deaths of people I care about. I've already had one total breakdown this month. I'm just glad that this month is almost over. *sigh* In Other News. I'll be 21 in a month. *g* I might be piggy-backing on the server of an acquaintance, so I can get some webspace of my own. We'll see what happens...I'm planning to discuss it with him later on. I also might have to send the VSB to run off some boy who may not realize that I'm attached. Friendly does not mean interested. *sigh* I'm not encouraging him, so we'll see if he backs off. He hasn't done anything out of line (there's just a general feeling of "off"-ness), so I'd rather not cause his premature death. And Ron (the VSB) will kill him if I tell. So, I'll do my "back off" routine for a couple more days and see what happens. ::Val:: 26.9.03 ( 09:46 ) * Not Just My Period. Apparently, the sickness and general state of suckyness, I;ve been feeling all week wasn't all period-related. I have some nasty stomach-intestinal thing, that's screwing me up big time. I had to call in sick...Ick. I *hate* calling in sick. I always think my manager is going to start ranting, and throwing things, and hate me forever...but she was understanding and asked me to call later with news about whether I'll be able to make it in tomorrow... ::Val:: 25.9.03 ( 19:49 ) * NaNoWriMo It's almost that time of year again. I just signed up to be a municipal liason for my region. *g* That should be fun...It will be incredibly amusing at any rate; I won't endure the insanity alone! If you've ever wanted to write a novel, get off your duff, and do it this November. [More details to follow after 1 October when the site officially opens for business]. ::Val:: 21.9.03 ( 23:13 ) * Eating My Words. Apparently, I spoke to soon when I mentioned that life was settling down and that I was starting to get time to think about accomplishing other things (like writing). I miss it. But I still don't even have time outside of work, school, and puppets yet...I'm working on it, but...Anyway, I'm tired and I have my period so I'm cranky/whiny and I'm tired... Did I mention I was tired? ::Val:: 19.9.03 ( 08:12 ) * Ahoy there, mateys! Today be Talk Like A Pirate Day! Yarr! And in honor o' t'occasion t'posts today be written in Pirate! My mates (lads and beauties alike) down t'coast in t'Carolinas and Virginia be checkin' in t'say they be hale after t'hurricane. Land lubbers t'lot of them, but "Hale I be" be t'sweetest music to me ears today. 'Course now Isabella be headin up north, t'me neck o' t'woods, we be prepared for t'wind and t'rain but we ain't shiverin' in we timbers. A bunch o' sea dogs we be. I be havin' an interestin' time at t'job. Yesterday be a day and nothin' more. I be tired and sore, but I be able t'rest on Sunday. Yarr! I be fittin' t'shove from t'dock, so, me buckos, I be leavin'. May t'lady of t'sea be smilin' on you t'day. ::Val:: 18.9.03 ( 23:41 ) * Talk Like A Pirate Day - September 19 I'm tired, so more about this tomorrow when my whole post will be in Pirate. *grin* get ready... ::Val:: 16.9.03 ( 18:33 ) * I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar... I was feeling very empowered; I single-handedly wrestled my dinosaur of a desk from my bedroom into the living room. Single-handedly. Including turning it on one side and manuevering it through my narrow door. I pulled the new (to me: inherited from my roomie) computer desk into my room, re-set up my computer (I even banished my VSB, who showed up somewhere in the middle of this, to the living room). I had everything plugged in, triumphantly turned it on while patting myself on the back for my success. And the ethernet hub that connects my computer to my roomie's starts smoking. Joy. I plugged in the wrong power supplies. All the numbers were the same except for the last one...I didn't know! So, the ethernet port is dead. I have to buy my step-father a new one. But I used the USB to plug myself in and the ethernet to plug in Skip and did it straight from the DSL modem, so we're both still on-line. But now my room smells like scorched circuitry. ::Val:: 13.9.03 ( 07:23 ) * Getting Back To Myself. I'm actually starting to think about other things besides work and school now. I feel like I've been in basics survival mode for the last couple of weeks which means a lot of things which are essential to my well-being, but don't get me paid (yet) or good grades, got shoved under the rug for a bit. Like writing, I haven't gotten any real words down on paper for a while now and that hurts. Anyways, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is coming up in November and I'd like to have my current Work In Progress done by then...we'll see. Anyway, right now, I'm totalyy procrastinating on getting ready for a work, so I best get that done. ::Val:: 5.9.03 ( 07:53 ) * Tired. A lot is going on this week. I'm settling into the new job this week; I'm really enjoying the new job, but full-time hours are something I still have to get used to. And school started this week. I couldn't afford to buy books until yesterday and writing that check *hurt*. I'm happy to be in school though, but this first week is murder getting into a schedule. I haven't seen the VSB for almost a week, but we talk almost every night. And C. loaded me up with a list of stuff to accomplish by *Monday*...I knew that it was coming but I've told her repeatedly that I was starting school this week, so I needed the information earlier. I stood firm on one issue though, I couldn't make it to the church to drop off some papers, and I refused to allow myself to feel guilty about it when she brought it up. I stood my ground. That's something new. Okay, I'm tired. Really tired. But it's time for me to go to work now. ::Val:: |
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