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Permalink 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.
Permalink 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?
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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.
Permalink The base for my Setsuna pony arrived. I think it was a good choice, because she’s pretty enough that if she turns out well, I’ll be happy with her, but bleh enough that if things go wrong, I’m not gonna be too upset. And honestly, I mostly chose her because of her color and her pose.
I don’t feel too bad at the moment, but I think had I gone to the chiropractor’s, it would be a different story. I don’t want to put it off too long, though, December’s too stressful not to get my neck cracked. I’d just like it to be a day when I can’t see the tears waiting for me, y’know?
I don’t really have anything else to say. Except that I wish people would get home with the Chinese food already.
Permalink J-List now has a wishlist feature. So of course I started one and added the link to the sidebar. Mmmmmmm, wishlist.
Watched part of Ellen today, as four of the “Heroes” folks were on. Hayden P is the tiniest thing ever. I mean, I realize Ali was wearing heels, but Hayden only came up to her shoulder, and that was with her puffy upswept hair. And Masi is just fucking adorable, to no one’s surprise. What was surprising was Sendhil’s complete lack of accent. I mean, I knew the accent he used on the show wasn’t quite, um…alright, let’s just say I have a crush on Aishwarya Rai, and I have enough of an ear to say Mohinder would not be from the same place. But that also didn’t mean much, since one could say the same thing after listening to, oh, myself and Bill Clinton. Anyway, the Indianness of the accent was up in the air, but I honestly thought it was at least his. Turns out, not so much, but he still has a lovely voice. Mmmmmm, Sendhil.
Aaaw, J-List is out of the Rina Uchimaya calendar. *pouts* Glad I at least saved the couple of pictures they had, now. So much pretty.
Permalink Lalala, looking up proper spelling of character’s names, lalala. I’m not entirely sure why I’m doing this, since I’m not particularly interested in said character, and given that it was Amazon vs. fannish wallpaper site, I’ve pretty much already decided that Amazon had the proper spelling. I guess I’m really more curious as to whether to the wallpaper site had a simple typo, or if they’d only heard the name, and so were spelling it phonetically.
Not that I expect SW.com to actually offer a pronunciation key to anything. Which begs the question, “So why are you looking, then?” I…I don’t know. Possibly, I’m just looking for an excuse to putz around on the site.
And I haven’t been there in so long that I can’t remember my log-in. Oy.
I am debating buying myself a present. Which is funny, as I bought other things lately with no problems, and totally didn’t consider them presents (because they were for eventual customs, I suppose). But now its December, and I have under $15 in my Paypal account, and apparently that changes the rules.
AHAHAHAHAHA! Upon logging in, I am greeted by my OFC’s name. Awesome. Honestly, sometimes I forget just how big a dork I really am.
Permalink I seriously need to stop fangirling. Do you know how often I’m doing searches for SW customs on eBay? Do you? ITS SICK, PEOPLE. SICK AND WRONG. Also? Kind of expensive.
Or, it would be if I was foolish enough to actually bid. Luckily, I am not quite that sick, yet.
I am really tired, though. And apparently looking to see if I can get cheap flocking. Oy.
Dear self, there was another reason LD never happened, y’know. You’re really not very good at sewing. M’just sayin’. No love, me.
Permalink Oh. My. God. Some people are CRAZY. …in really, really awesome ways. *sits and gapes at the time, effort, and talent that went into that much crazy*
Permalink Four out of five posts at my MySpace are about how much I hate MySpace. And yet none of them even begin to touch on just how much I really fucking hate that place.
Unfortunately, its like, the ONLY way to keep track of Christy Carlson Romano. Feh.
My GBA SP skin arrived from DecalGirl.com today. I like it, its way more interesting than having it all “flame.” I’m really, really tempted to get one for my GameCube, now.
I wonder how well flocking works on a doll body. My brain is full of dueling customs and SW thoughts lately, which lead to me remembering my Jedi OFC, and how I had once had ideas/plans/vague-and-misty-dreams of dolling her, and it sort of drifted off. But that was before I knew how to reroot, or where to get hair, and I think part of it was also that, um. She was kinda supposed to have fur. Like, Nightcrawler-fur, not Beast-fur. And not blue. But RD also carries reflocking kits for old Kens, and I think I remember one of the colors being pretty damn close to the color I imagined her fur, and. I wonder if it would work….
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