I cannot deal with this morning thing I am exhausted still and I didn't sleep well and tonight I am at Dad's so crappy mattress and dead spine ahoy and afkjsdhfjsdf *just goes back to sleep forever*

But I have to clean the house, or there will be murder when mum gets back, djfadshjf.

[EDIT]

JED: There was one thing that brought us all together. Neil, Nathan and I were like best friends that day, remember guys?
NEIL: Best friends — HAH!
JED: I... thought we were friends. :(
NEIL: No, we were best friends, it was a good day — that's just how I laugh.
NATHAN: We really were best friends, Zack.
JED: ...I'm Jed.
NATHAN: :) And you always will be.

Work was pretty good today; got a lot of proofreading done. Like, probably in excess of 100 pages, which is nice. Still have no idea whether my document builds in their build system but y'know, whatever, unsupported. (Yes, this is going to be my answer to everything from now on — I'm taking a lesson from some of our more helpful engineers. XD)

The Hangover was actually reasonably entertaining! Well-written, I think, because I don't remember rolling my eyes at the writing, just at the stupidity. And even then, not a lot. There was some stuff that just... wasn't funny. Because, y'know. I don't get some kinds of humour. But a lot of it was. :D And Wyrr and I went shopping and although Daily Planet did not yet have Shin Petshop v5 (CRY) I did buy Lucifer v1-2, so I guess I'll be rereading Sandman at some point soon to prep myself for reading them.

Quote of the Day:
"You could not possibling be comprehensive of my– *giving up* –AWESOME."
~ teacupscientist

Now I have to somehow clean the house and pack for Dad's and stuff and... fffffffuuuuckthatshit. I'm goin' to bed. =_= 'm buggered.

Oh, right, and the reason for the icon: HP6 shinies came out today and Snape's bookshelves are my hot hot sex, just sayin', so this time, I mean this weekend, I'm rereading HBP. Because why read something new and exciting, or write?

[EDIT] Oh, and Megan (from HN) wants me to move in with her. This could actually be pretty okay. Cheap, safe, and close to the city — and her wage is lower than mine at the moment, so, uh, if she can do it, I can do it. Or something. XD I don't know! Thoughts? I'm still paying off surge-- FUCK, I FORGOT TO CALL PEOPLE. Monday. Monday. Fuck, someone remind me on Monday to call people with my credit card details. *facemash*

[EDIT] Dear Rave,
What the fuck sort of thought process is actual delighted relief at the thought, "I still have most of my money and I got paid today!"???? D: THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE BRAINING. GO TO BED.
Love,
Rave.

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Seriously, where the hell did the week go? o.0

Ummm, today I... did stuff. And things. We had a presentation this evening from the bossman, which was enlightening. Most of what he mentioned was stuff that would have been really helpful two days ago. XD Still, I think I remember most of it, and it was good fun.

Went to the gym with Rage at lunchtime and spent half an hour on the treadmill. Ran for probably forty-five seconds, because I? Am a pansy. Also approximately six percent of my total body weight is strapped to my goddamn chest and hurts me when I move too enthusiastically. (Ah, the many joys of being female.)

In other news, the new Bleach chapter. On one hand, characters I love have returned. On the other hand, WHAT THE FUCK, KUBO, WHAT THE FUCK, THAT WAS SUCH A CHEAP FUCKING SHOT, YOU FUCKER. On the other, other hand, looks like Katy and I don't have to worry about that thing we were talking about since that pretty much fucked him more thoroughly than the other thing ever could! Fuck you, Kubo! Oh, god, why! D:

In other, other news, I've done my thinking for the day. SSBB ti-- wait, no. Writing a scene to get past it, then I'm on to easy stuff on the weekend, so after that scene is done: SSBB time!

Current results show that my mother is FULL OF CRAP.

Her: So, how'd you sleep?
Me: Well, it still took me hours to fall asleep. And I woke up a lot. And I was still awake when my alarm went off, so... exactly the same.
Her: Oh. Well, maybe it's something else then.
Me: REALLY DO YOU THINK DJFKSLFHS YOU ARE BETWEEN ME AND THE KETTLE.

We have a good relationship.

I was planning to get to work early today, but y'know, fuck it. I'm spending quality time with my mug.

Oh, yeah, Rave. Stop drinking tea when you're at your most hormonal. That's a really great idea.

[EDIT] Now with diagrams.

Today was draining, particularly since I decided to kick my mother's hypothesis re. tea and have not had any since just after lunch. Not that it's really fair to test any sleep-related hypothesis when I've not slept properly for three nights, because the results are bound to be biased toward sleep, but whatever.


Really, really fucking want some fucking tea right now. Just saying.

I may swear at you and not mean it later this evening, purely because I want tea.

I realise this is an addiction on par with smoking and that it is probably unhealthy, but dying of tea poisoning sounds pretty okay to me, so shut your faces.

Well, no one could rightly call that sleep. I think I lost consciousness a few times - mostly because I don't remember hearing the dryer stop - but I know I spent a decent portion of the night switching position irritably and swearing because it couldn't be time for the crows to start, not yet, not yet...!

So of course the first thing I get out of mum is, "So when are you giving up tea?"

Here is a hint: NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrjaflsdfajs.

Alternatively, OVER MY DEAD BODY.

I had five cups yesterday, which is not that excessive. I think it was the coke that pushed me over, and coke I can certainly go without. But tea? You are walking on thin ice with golf shoes. Seriously. You're bugfuck. Go away.

Hope Isaac is in today, or I'm going to have to pick up his projects. T_T; Meep.

So, I just realised that I had a working writing process. For years. And then I forgot about it. Now I'm going to write it down so I never do anything so fucking stupid ever again.

WRITING PROCESS:
1) On Day One, write stuff on paper. Preferably somewhere you have no computer access.
2) On Day Two (which should directly follow Day One), type Day One's handwritten stuff up. This reminds you of where you are going, and lets you sentence-tweak.
3) Also on Day Two, having reminded yourself of what happened yesterday, write more stuff on paper!
4) Continue!

Note to self: try to give yourself a brief break (perhaps with plotting) between typing stuff up and writing more stuff, because otherwise your hands will die on you.




I don't know why this took me so long to realise. This is how EVERYTHING I HAVE FINISHED has been written. Grey Sky Morning. Uh. Other stu-- okay, everything I wrote to a SCHEDULE THAT I FOLLOWED has been written like this. I knew there had to be a reason for the proliferation of notebooks! Aside from my lack of self-control. I am pretty sure F&F fell apart when I stopped following this process AND NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY.

REJOICE, FOR THIS IS A JOYOUS DAY.

• Select text within <programlisting> tag.
• Ctrl + X
• Ctrl + Pg Up
• Ctrl + V
• Ctrl + H
• Alt + A
• Change replace values.
• Alt + A
• Alt + C
• Ctrl + A
• Ctrl + X
• Ctrl + Pg Down
• Ctrl + P

And now you know what I did today.

Oh, except for a quick errata break.

I am excessively tired, but perfectly awake. How unusual!

My brother has eaten all the lasagne in the fridge. Fortunately I had the foresight to hide some in the freezer. >:D

[EDIT] Chira just said everything I want to say about the Avatar movie, down to and including the desire to boycott the fucking thing.

So there.

James' report card came in. I do not miss the days of my own report card coming in, and I am staying the fuck away from this one.

Spent all afternoon trying to make my book build. SIGH. Can start rereading it (to make sure that things are called the same thing/trademarked correctly throughout and replacing my idiotic literal tags) tonight and should be all done and built and uploaded with shiny new diagrams by the end of the week, and thank Christ for that. (It is not that the rest of the doc was hard it is just that I hate. building. things. askjdflsdhfajs.)

Lunch with Rage today, which was very nice. Bought my milk and then got back to the office to discover that our lovely receptionist had... put my milk on the order. ;_; She is so lovely!

I would like to go to sleep now. Just sayin'.

1) You know you're a writer when you discover a pen in your makeup case.

2) Would someone tell me how/why I have at least three containers of silver eyeshadow?

Didn't sleep fantastically, but god, it was hard to get out of bed this morning. By which I mean my alarm went off at eight and I barely managed to wrench myself upright half an hour ago. Latex pillow still fucks with my neck — I'd just have swapped pillows, but mum decided to wash them yesterday, and destroyed my previous favourite in the washing machine. Sigh.

Cleaning the bathroom as much as I can (both hands are pretty terrible today) and then heading to Wyrr's place for the afternoon to... watch her play video games, I imagine. XD

For the time being, though, I must refresh my iPod's tracklisting. I require more awesome to my days!

Lying in your new bed gleeing about your new bed is not conducive to sleeping.

It occurred to me today that, fuck, I have a lot of books. (The above is a photograph of all the notebooks I own that I have not yet written in.)

( This is what happened when I tried to photograph all the books I own that I have not yet read. )

So now I'm making a list. Or rather, remaking a list. Properly, this time, with the intent to deal with the items on it. So, without further ado:

LIBRARY/BORROWED THINGS TO READ:

Bryson, B — A Brief History of Nearly Everything
Carey, J — Kushiel's Mercy
McFarland, D S — CSS: The Missing Manual
Prata, S — C Primer Plus

( Things I own and have not read. )

Only 66! I'm doing quite well. XD (Or I have missed a box somewhere.) I missed a few. XD Also, have marked rereads with asterisks.

READ: 0/71

Lt. Dan Choi will shortly be on trial for being gay in the military. Sign the petition, please.

In other, less-infuriating news, I has a bed!



I am resisting the urge to just collapse into it for the whole weekend. <3 I was wrong last night: I do have self-control, just not over books.

The rest of the day will be spent cleaning and rearranging things such that I can fit all this stuff in my room in a convenient manner. Alas, I will not have a bedside table for a while. :

I did do things today, and I did them pretty quickly, but really, I was distracted for a lot of it. XD There were a lot of interesting conversations! Also, there was MarioKart. (I did not win, but nor did the NPCs beat me, which is always good when you are playing without feeling in half your hand.)

Picked up my mattress protector, ate dinner with Rage, and bought four books for the price of three! They were even books I have really wanted for a long time. (I AM GETTING BETTER.)
- The Dark Lord of Derkholme by Diana Wynne Jones
- Christopher Chant III & IV by Diana Wynne Jones (they are on my shelves already and I cannot be bothered remembering their titles just now I am tired and my train of thought may not arrive again for hours)
- The Privilege of the Sword by Ellen Kushner

I am not allowed into a bookstore again for at least a month, mind you, because four-technically-five novels in a week is a bit ridiculous when one actually intends to SAVE one's money. *facemash*

Anyway, now I am going to bed, because my bed! It will be here in twelve hours or fewer! I am very excited about this!

Welllllll, I gotta say that the movie was pretty crappy. Comic relief was wacky in a bad way for the sort of movie I expected after the first one; several characters made me severely wtf, and several more made me wish once again for Fireflight and Sunstreaker and Prowl, oh my— BUT.

Starscream was Starscream, and Starscream is amazing. So, really? I'm okay with this. :3

Also with all the new slash that will shortly jump up into the movie fandom, because LOLOLOL, there were some scenes, right, and I am not entirely ashamed to say that Bec and I probably would have narrated terrible slash fiction right there in the cinema if the people sitting behind me would not have hurt me with their feet.

I wouldn't waste my money on it for just anyone BUT IT WAS STARSCREAM SO IT WAS WORTH IT, YO.

That's all. XD Bedtime now. I'm buggered.

[EDIT] Oh, wait, except I have to pimp our new docs blog because, well, the tweeter my boss mentions in the latest article is me. ;) Say hello to FOSSdocs, where we attempt to transform rants into coherent and well-substantiated essays.

I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome Israel Folau is. :'D

[EDIT] Not worth devARTing, so here's the spoils of the game: first half yielded Kir and Landre; second half, Rook, Balfour and Adamo... but Kir and Adamo looked like crap! So, here: ( Have the other three. )

kuchibue, whatever that yoghurt thing is, it cannot compare to salt and pepper calamari, okay, JUST SAYING. *dies of culinary awesome and is revived in time for wontons*

Tonight, I am attempting to clean my room before kickoff, because tomorrow night I will be flailing at Transformers, and the following night is the night following an afternoon during which I will kill my hands to prove my MarioKart supremacy, and also the night before my bed is delivered. SCREAM. :D

I'm going to take a short lunch and try to get to work early tomorrow so I can get out of there fast and eat before I hit the movie. Remind me to wear sneakers in the morning, because there's no way I'm doing that dash in anything resembling heels.

Now to howl along to Patrick Wolf while I clean frantically and haul shit around with one arm.

(I could not actually curl my left hand around a Subway sandwich today. |D; This was embarrassing, but it was okay because I had walked in on the sandwich artists chowing down on cookies and they all fell over themselves laughing/trying to keep a straight face and a polite, attentive expression with bulging cheeks. Hilarity.)