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Well. That’s one I can keep, anyway.
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I have no idea why I signed up at the MLP Arena forums. Or, more accurately, I have no idea why I allowed myself to go through with it. They’re very friendly, they really are. And beyond an initial introduction post, you are not technically required to interact with anyone. But the problem with intro posts is, generally, people want to talk after. And I’m okay with the “hi, welcome” responses, embarrassed by them, but sure, they’re simple, polite, all you have to do is put on a smile and say thanks. Its the ones who want more info. I don’t have anything to say. I had to scrounge for the proper mask and fumble for anything at all to say just to give you what I got. I’m not that good at talking, anyway, when you make the subject me…just forget it. I’m a dear in headlights. And really, who the fuck wants to talk about me? I’m boring and obnoxious, and on my good days, completely worthless. THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT. And I am aware of the irony involved in saying that you hate talking about yourself on your own internet blog. But if you look around, its all reactions to others, clips of emotion, glossy little bits of rant and obsession, some memes and old cuts of conversation. I’m sure you can piece me together fairly well from reading this, but its not all of me. And when do I ever sit and say, “here’s who I am?” I don’t. Because I don’t like her. I don’t want to go into her. And if you actually knew her, you wouldn’t, either. Except nobody ever believes that. They think you’re being silly or melodramatic. And maybe I am on the latter, but since when does that preclude truth?
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I’m starting to notice a trend among MLP customizers – they sculpt unicorn horns completely out of proportion to the pony. I’m not saying I could do any better, because HA! As if. Its just that all the ones I’ve seen so far, have horns that are too-long, and I can’t help but wonder why. Are they just hard to get right? I could understand that; the twine itself shouldn’t be too hard, but getting it to narrow into a point is probably difficult. Maybe its easier to do if its longer (although, could you not just cut it down after?) Is it a reaction to the Hasbro-molded horns? I don’t have my Glory in front of me, but memory says the factory made horns had a rounded tip, and were a little on the short side. Perhaps when folks mold their own, they go a little overboard trying to “fix” the kid-friendly Hasbro design. Hell, maybe they’re not over-long at all, maybe the pictures are just taken from angles that make them seem so. I don’t know. What I do know is that looking at other people’s customs just makes me want to work on mine. Which will last until I look at something else, and then I’ll want to work on that. Fickle? Easily distracted? Me? Pshaw.
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So. Tired. We’re having our gutters replaced, and foolish me has been nocturnal lately. So of course I’m in bed while he’s banging away. It wouldn’t be so bad if he worked on one area on any given day, but he does different areas at different times, and then goes back to continue the next day. I am not sleeping well. And I had thought to stay up today in an attempt to change the cycle I’m on, but I’m just really tired, and getting headachey. I might just pop some Tylenol PM and hope it knocks me out enough to sleep through the banging. In other news, I finally got around to emailing the girl @ Dollyhair.com re: my order. Turns out that it just didn’t go through properly, so she didn’t get the order, and in very nice words pointed out that things like this are why she has a nifty little notice that appears after an order is placed, telling folks to email her if they don’t get a confirmation email within 24 hours. So. Basically I’m the biggest space cadet EVER, because I either did not notice said page, or completely forgot about it in the aforementioned 24 hours. No telling which, really, since they are both equally stupid, and equally like me. Anyway, she sent my order out Tuesday, hopefully it will arrive fairly quickly, and if I can keep a thought in my stupid head, I may actually order from her again, after all. For pony hair, anyway. *sighs* And I’ve spent so long cramming in a million different “one more thing before I sign off” things that I’m hungry again, which means I’m gonna be up at least another hour. Dammit.
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Merry Christmas. Felice Navidad, Mele Kalikimakas, Happy Festivus, slurp shit and die, blah blah blah.
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Ahahaha. I just bought a pair of handmade OOAK doll boots. *headdesk* Oh, the things I do when I am blue. Ah, well. Its not like I wanted that Paypal credit for anything. Just for everything under the sun. *shrugs* It wouldn’t have stretched that far, anyway.
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You’d think I’d learn by now, not to open anything my brother gives me. I always end up upset, and its my own fault, because I can’t learn. I always have to get him something nice, something he wants and sometimes things that he wouldn’t get because they’re more expensive, but hey, I know places to get ’em cheaper. And then he pawns off a stack of magazines on me. No, I’m serious, a stack of magazines. That were most likely pawned off on him to begin with. I actually spend time and effort and thought on his gifts, and he gives me second-hand freebies. Not even freebies that I’m actually into, just…crap. And it just makes me all feel like shit, y’know? At a time when I already feel shitty, and am crying practically every time I blink. Its no wonder I didn’t want any gifts this year, the wonder is that it didn’t happen sooner.
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Feh. I was going to switch over to the new Blogger Beta. Then I hit step 2, which involved a Google account, and. No. I mean, I have one, I just don’t want my blog associated with it, and fuck if I’m gonna sign up for a new one, just to work with something that’s still in beta. And really, from the brief description, it sounds like the beta version is just their attempt to LJ-up the place, which is fine, I guess, but honestly, if I want to experience livejournal, I’ll just log in to my fucking livejournal. I think that I won’t be ordering from DollyHair.com again. I’m trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, since its the holiday season, and I ordered something she custom blends, but its been like, two weeks, and I haven’t even heard anything. …….when did it get to be 4:45 in the morning?
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I love it when people ask you to help them, and then don’t even give you enough information to actually, y’know. HELP THEM. I got an email from someone with the same name as an old friend of mine, who is apparently just starting a new job, and Googled herself. To see if anything “improper” was out and about on her on the web. Which, really, tells me that she’s either paranoid, or prone to doing things that would lead to people saying “improper” things, or thinks her shiny new employers are too stupid to realize that names really aren’t that unique, and they’re probably gonna find more than one Sarah Please-remove-my-name-from-your-post on the WORLD WIDE FUCKING WEB. Most likely? Its all of the above. And, y’know, I might be willing to help, since she’s pretty cordial and all, and judging from the text, I was very insecure and mean that day — kind of like today, actually — except that all she gave me was the post text. No date. Not even a year. I’ve had my blog for six years, come February. Am I supposed to be psychic? Or just willing to go through 72 months of posts, during which at times I was posting everyday, multiple times a day, to help an apparently paranoid, prone-to-impropriety, thinks-her-bosses-are-stupid stranger? Because I am neither of those things. Which I should probably tell her, but, um. After the day I’ve had, I’d be mean. The words “dumb cunt” would probably be involved, and really, who deserves to be called that? Aside from Brad Pitt, I mean.
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Tired. Shouldn’t be, but am. I have decided that since I am apparently being ignored, I’m just gonna not even bother. Maybe its not on purpose, probably its not, but it makes me sad and upset and lonely during a time when I’m pretty much feeling those things full force, anyway. I don’t need it. So, yes. I am going to try to just not even put myself in a spot to be tempted to bug them. And I say “try” because I am generally much more successful if I simply aim for trying, then if I say I absolutely am. *shrugs* I just can’t keep to proclamations, I dunno why. I do want to shop, though. I’m trying not to. But I really want to. On a happier note, Buble’s supposed to be on TV today. Sadly, on Oprah, and with Tony Bennett and like, an assload of other people, but! Buble! And one of those others with be Groban! And Buble and Groban are the most adorable thing when they’re together, ohmygod. Hopefully I will actually remember to watch it when its on. Need to get Christmas presents for Jen and Amelia. No ideas at all for Amelia. And James stuck a couple of things on for Jen when he sent us his list, but its like, gift cards for stores that I refuse to enter, and a blanket thing that is A) kind of expensive, and B) on backorder. I couldn’t help but notice that his list was three times as long. Which leads me to believe that he didn’t actually ask her what she might want, but simply listed whatever he could think of that he knows she generally likes. Which makes him sound like a self-centered asshat, but…he kind of is, so. The mother unit keeps saying I should make something for Jen. Which…what? Dude, I did a couple of boxes for people back in May, and suddenly I’m Lord of the Craft? And when have I EVER conceived and executed a craft project in two weeks? I’m still working on Raven after a fucking year, and I knew what she was supposed to look like before I ever decided to make her. It always amazes me how the people who’ve known me the longest are also apparently the people who have never, ever met me. |
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