I went to the doctor Thursday, and my weird squirmy insides could be one of two things: ulcer or spleen issues. The doctor didn't say what could be wrong with my spleen, but my pain is located where the spleen is located. Not the liver, which we at B&N had thought it was (Brandin: "Maybe you have psoriasis of the liver!"). So I had some blood drawn to check for spleen stuff, and I also did an ulcer test. Did you know that an ulcer test consists of you blowing into a weird baggy thing, then drinking some citrus drink, waiting 15 minutes, then blowing into another baggy thing? It was weird. But I had time to read World War Z while I waited for my tests (the lab was backed up due to 2 newbies).
After the doctor's appointment dad and I totally annihilated my living room and moved it up to the new place. All I have left now is a folding table, my laptop, my fish, and my chair. And miscellaneous crap that will be thrown into a bag and hurled into the sea. I told dad about my doctor's appointment, since when I was on the phone with him telling him I was home from it, I started crying because he was asking me what needed to be done, what we should do, what the plan was, and I just got overwhelmed. When I told him what was determined to be the likely suspects of my strange pain, he understood why I cried. It is a little overwhelming, to hear the spleen part. I totally would have understood the ulcer---I'm surprised I haven't had one before with all the crap I've had to deal with in my life. But I'm thinking the spleen option is the most likely culprit. Nothing of what I'm feeling seems to be stomach related. And of course, later on Thursday when we were done moving and I was home resting, I looked online for spleen stuff (I really don't know what that organ does), and I freaked myself out. What I'm feeling matches nearly all the symptoms of an enlarged spleen. Lovely. Which means, if it is an enlarged spleen, I will have to have surgery for it. 0.o Yeah, not looking forward to that.
I fell asleep @ 8pm, when I should have been packing up my bedroom... and finally dragged myself out of my chair @ 1030pm. Went to sleep and after having racing thoughts about spleen surgery, slept straight through til 5am, when Kiera woke me up for snugglies. =^_^= And now I'm up (but not for much longer, mind you) because I've also been freaking out over other utilities I have to switch over from the apartment to the new place which I didn't get done on time, so now I'm kinda screwed... ugh. *headwall* I had the thought last night, this morning... whenever it is... that maybe I should just pay August rent here and space out my move a little more. I could get more painting done, get stuff organized at the new place so I have room to put my stuff that's still in the apartment, get Comcast to come out and properly disconnect and reconnect my internets... have some freaking time to clean my apartment so my landlord doesn't blow a vein.... ugh. I'm really surprised I haven't gotten an ulcer after all of this. Really.
Ugh. I'm going back to bed. My stupid "c" key isn't working right, so if you see some words that should have Cs in them, but don't that's why. But one bright note: I got an email today from B&N saying that my order of Sword of the Stranger is in and ready for me to pick up. *le squeee!* Finally!!
Okay... back to bed.
- Location:stuck at the corner of Jack and Shit
- Mood:
worried - Music:the uber wind outstide
So this morning I woke up with 10 minutes to get ready for work. Because I have been in a time warp this whole week and haven't been able to figure out what day or time it is. On top of waking up freaking late, my stomach... liver... something is being all squirmily today. It's like I have this hard mass in my stomach... I want to say liver... but I'm not sure how things are all laid out exactly in your body... I's right below my left rib cage if that helps anyone... anyway. It feels like that area is hard or less squishy than the rest of the organs. And if I move a certain way or breathe in too deep it makes this weird pushy achey motion. But I'm not in pain, it's just more annoying that anything. I can tell it's there right now, but I'm not sure if it's really pain I'm feeling or just awareness. I dunno. I think that I might have to delay moving in Thursday or Friday to go to the doctor. I'm going to get this figured out fast before it turns into something horrible.
It's also in the same spot where I get these weird muscle spasms, right under my ribs. If I move in a certain way, or breathe in weird (how one breathes in weird, I dunno) I will get this stabbing pain right below my ribs. The spasm lasts for a few seconds, then I go on with life. Although I have had spasms where I'm almost incapacitated. The last one happened when I was dating Joe. I was getting into my car when this slicing, searing pain shoots up from that spot and I am immobilized from the pain. Joe was getting into his car and almost didn't see me (my driver's door was still open) before he drove off. He slams on his brakes and rushes over and asks if we should go to the hospital. I squeak out a "no" and in a few moments the pain resides to a dull throb.
Maybe I should have had that looked at back then. I'm kinda thinking this weird squirmle thingy is related to that.
Bah.
Had a mad-dash spurt of packing tonight after my waste of an afternoon. I have so much shit to do at my new place and at the old, but I ended up taking an impromptu nap for 3 hours. Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit dammit.
*le fume*
- Mood:
sore
I've been doing some thinking tonight, while at work, since I have a lot of free thinking time there, that I may have to take a break from DBT for the rest of July so that I can have those Tuesdays free all day to work on the condo and pack. Barnes & Noble already gives me Tuesdays off (for the most part) and then for Lane Bryant they work that schedule off the BN one. That just seems to be the best way to get all the shit done that I need to in the next 3 weeks. And since a lot of people who would/could help me really can't because when I have days free, they don't... so I'm really going to be doing a lot of the work alone. I had one day where my sis and BIL, Kelcey, and
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booklady50 came over to help, but since then, the other days that I've had open no one else could come. So I've just... resigned?... accepted?... the fact that I'm going to be doing about 80% of the work alone. Which is fine... I guess. I've just been really overwhelmed lately, since closing on the house and figuring out all the stuff I have to do now and trying to find time for all of it... it's just... ugh. Too much. I need the help but I really can't find it. Stupid retail crap job with it's inconsistent schedule. My cousin said she could help me the week after the 4th because she's on vacation, but most of that week I'm at work until close... so that won't work. I think I'm just going to email my DBT instructor and see if I can just take a break from DBT until August, when I'm all moved in and stuff. I just can't do it otherwise. Ugh. Okay. Off to... do something else. My living room is crazy dark since my lightbulb exploded, and I haven't been able to get to Target to get new lightbulbs. The uber darkness is hurting my eyes giving me a headache. And I'm thirsty.
EDIT 1201am 7-4-3-09 Nope... I'm getting a headache from the smoke that's coming from the losers outside. I don't think it's quite cig smoke... o.O
- Mood:
stressed - Music:Queen & Daivd Bowie - Under Pressure
Ugh... I am sweating just sitting here... I'm ready to just slap some clothes on and drive over to my dad's and crash on the couch. But then I'd feel bad... Kiera would have to stay behind in the icky apartment. I think she's handling the heat better now that she has had her de-thatching and had some areas shaved... but still. Not fair. So I'm sacrificing my comfort to share in the discomfort of my cat. Bah. I had put some ice packs in some plastic bags on the floor, since she likes to lay on plastic bags; maybe she'll lay on them when she realizes they are cool.
As for me... I just need to remind myself that by August 1st, I will be in my new house, with air conditioning, and I won't ever have to strip down to my skivvies to sleep ever again.
Unless I wanted to. ^_~
- Mood:
melting
All 3 of you.
- Put an offer on a bank-owned townhouse/condo and the bank has accepted said offer. If all goes well, we'll close the deal and I'll get the keys to my new home June 18th.
- I've been slowly recovering after three 12 hour work days last week, and those days were in a row: Thurs-Fri-Sat. Worked both jobs those days, spent 12+ hours at the mall. My legs turned to Jell-O Saturday night and I could barely walk at work. My whole body is just shutting down and I need so much sleep (so I really should be in bed now instead of writing this @ 130am). Need to talk to manager @ 2nd job to keep that from happening again.
- Kiera has decided to become a 2 year old, demanding new food at 4am because the stuff I gave her at 11pm before I went to bed isn't good enough for her anymore. Her incessant mrrowing starts at 4am and goes until about 6 when I finally drag myself out of bed and feed her... to only find half her food has been eaten. We have been having little battles over this, but I think the scruff-of-neck-grab-and-throw-to-the-bed move I put on her Sunday morning calmed her down a bit.
- The publishing of my book is going insanely slow. I need to email North Star Press about the editing and to see if I can start revising some of the stuff the do have done. The way this is going, the promised release in summer 2009 might turn out to be winter 2010. Bah.
- Learning that it's really not the mold in my apartment that has been making me sick, but my cat. Have official medical proof from the allergy test that I'm allergic to cats. Mold is a strong second, but there's not enough mold in my apartment to make me sick. My allergies were just triggered by the normal amount of mold in the air, since my system is more senstive to stuff like that. So my pride, ego, soul, whatever, was knocked down a few pegs after my "righteous" hatred of my landlord over "his indirectly causing me to be sick" was proven false and I was really making myself sick by demanding I have a cat. Bah.
- Speaking of books, slowly working on Relic Chosen #2. Got stuck on a fight scene because I'm not too good at fight scenes, and whenever I get around to writing on it, it's 1am and I'm tired.
- Finished Pride and Prejudice last week and it was lovely. Had to move on to Rogue Angel: Polar Quest (#16) because I've packed up most of my books in preparations for immenent move, so Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is in one of 10 boxes of books. Ugh. But I will read it soon... prolly when I get all unpacked and settled into my new place.
- Have been in a funk lately, mostly due to stress of finding a place---and securing said place---by the end of August (when my 2 months' notice said so), and trying to adjust to working 2 jobs while trying to find time for hobbies, relaxation, time for friends, family, and writing. Ugh. Not enough hours in the freakin' day.
- Kiera is snoring.
- I'm going to delete my Myspace account by the end of the month. Hopefully before then, if I remember. I haven't gone on that bloody page on a consistent basis in in years (really since the last ex and I broke up) and I think I've been on the site with a purpose maybe 5 times this year. It's going. Might be replaced with something else... a writing/Relic Chosen/author page...? I dunno. We'll see.
- I am insanely tired of being single. You really have no idea how tired of it I am on so many levels I won't go into now. But it needs to stop. Which leads me into Events & Adventures, the horrible waste of time and money that was supposed to fix the aforementioned problem. Ha. Yeah. I didn't go to any events from Feb to April because of severe sinus infections/allergies/bronchitis... May I bailed on the one I did sign up for because I went to go hang out with people who already are my friends, and I haven't signed up for anything in June because... eh. Nothing sounds interesting. Big. Collosual. Waste. Of. Time.
ciao.
- Location:not where you expect me, and never where I'm wanted
- Mood:
meh.
YAY!
Well, not quite "Yay", yet; there's some little bumps to this whole process, but they are easily traversed:
- The amount of moneys I have hidden in places is not quite enough for the lovely townhouse/condo thingy I've fallen in love with (despite my attempts to not).
- The realtor/bank that is showing the house has rejected "low-ball" offers before; they are offering the house @ $70k, I only have $60k.
- Luke has talked to a loan officer and found that I could get some loans, some small loans, (can't remember what they are... I think one was a Home Equity Loan?... I've never been good at bank/money/adult stuff...)
- If I did get said loan(s), I would be able to get the house at a little less than $70k, if the bank countered my initial low-ball offer with one of say, $67k.
- The amount of the loan would be about $8-$10k, which is very easy to pay back (since I get $2500+ in rent checks twice a year from the farm land), instead of a 20 yr mortgage on such a home, which I would end up paying $40k to pay off the mortgage that was originally for maybe $20k.
- I do have to be pre-approved for the loans before we can officially put an offer on the home, so hopefully after today, the BIL and I can put the initial offer in and see how "low" the bank is willing to go.
So yeah. Also today, I get to put my "2 months" notice letter in the mail. We'll see how my landlord will accept the terms I've laid out in the letter. I'm not signing his new lease, because I don't want to stay here another year @ $540/month, but I am willing to pay his new increased rate for the 2-3 months I'm going to be staying here while looking for other housing options. I'm going to be out of here by the end of August at the latest; even if that means finding a new apartment and not a fun townhouse/condo thing that overlooks a little green pond with ducks. I have some time between 1pm and 415pm to gather some needed documents that the loan officer will like to look at. I need as many pay stubs as I can find (I don't have many, I tend to throw them away...), a current print out of the amount of moneys I have and where they are, and a tax return (prolly from 2008 or 2007) which I can get at my dad's since he does my taxes.
Yeah. Got some stuff to do today. I've been up for half an hour (my first day to sleep-in in over a week) and it's already been a busy morning! Now, I must get ready for the day, run a few errands, and prepare to officially enter the world of adulthood and try and buy a house....
- Location:reading this over your shoulder
- Mood:
freaking out!
- Not allergic to plants, grass, pollen, trees, etc (scratch test on back).
- Midlly allergic to dust mites and normal house dust (in higher dosage shots on arm).
- Moderately sensitive to mold (higher dosage shot on left arm).
But there was something that beat out mold! *le gasp* o.0 I'm very allergic to...
- Cats.
Yep. Cats. And since I'm not getting rid of Kiera, I get to start a daily Clariton-D regiment and wait a few weeks and see what happens. I also get to force myself to be more dilligent on cleaning my apartment, since dust and dust mites are high on the list. Ugh. I'm just not a clean person. I've tried to be clean, but it doesn't last. Hopefully I can get into some sort of routine that'll help me be cleaner than I am now. Then about mid-June I get to call the doctor back and tell him how things are going, because if the Clariton-D doesn't help, I may have to bump up to prescription allergy meds. And if those don't work, I get to think about allergy shots. Ugh.
So yeah. The one thing I love the most in the world right now has been making me sick. Well, not really sick per se. Remember how I said my lungs are screwy, that a normal cold turns into damn near bronchittis for me? That's the same with allergies I guess. Instead of getting a running nose, watery eyes or bad nasal congestion, my allergy is manifested in my lungs, making my normal cough not leave and continue for 5 months. Loverly. And it's not the mold that's making me sick. I'm more sensitive to it than other people, but it's not the main cause. It's Kiera. *le sigh* I'm doing laundry right now and I'm doing my sheets so I can have a fresh bed to sleep in tonight. And I'm going to have to figure out a way to keep Kiera off the bed/out of the room when I sleep. That's her nest... but I can't breathe in her hair and dander for 8+ hours a night. Hmmmph. I don't think I can shut the door... if it's too hot or stuffy/stale in my room, I'll die. I need the air circulation.
Oh well. At least now I know. Not the results I was expecting... but results non-the-less.
And my Weather.com weather alert thingy on my taskbar just rolled up to 90*. Craziness.
- Location:Here.
- Mood:
restless
Penicillium is commonly found in soil, food, paint and texiles. Can cause hypersensitivity pneumonitis and allergic alvenolitis. Common cause of extrinsic asthma. Chronic cases may develop pulmonary emphysema.
Cladosporium is caused by plants, woody plant, straw, paint and texiles. Can cause extrinsic asthma and chronic pulmonary emphysema.
Non-sporulating fungi are the result of germinating mushroom spores. Can cause hypersnsitivity pneumonitis and dermatitis.
Then it gave a report summary and basically, after boiling down all the redunance, it comes down to: Excessive water damage that has not been properly taken care of can cause this (really!? No shit!). And that the immediate removal of the person in the home is based on medical inspection of person.
Hoe. Lee. SHIT.
Calling my doctor RIGHT NOW to get an appointment for tomorrow ASAP. And then... maybe the health department might get a phone call?
EDIT 354pm: Just got an appointment scheduled for tomorrow @ 115pm for the doctor. w00t!
- Mood:
triumphant
Basically what I've been doing while going through my character bios, is to make sure that enough of the four "races" are represented in my books, namely among the two main characters. Naturally my stories are action-paranormal-romance, so there's a male-female pairing for the two main characters. The four races I'm working with are humans, vampires, wizards (or elementals) and werewolves. And something about the current pairings is bugging me, that there's too many wolves and not enough vamps, but if I move any of the allignments around, it swings to too many vamps and... ugh. Lemme show you what I mean:
Book 1: wizard w - human/wolf m
Book 2: wizard w - wolf m
Book 3: wizard/wolf w - vamp m
Book 4: wizard w - wolf m
Book 5: vamp m - wizard w
Book 6: vamp m - human w
So that's 4.5 wizards, 3 wolves (if you count the two half-breeds as "one"), 3 vamps, and 1.5 humans. Man, humans are just failing in my series. But it is a series about magical beings... and there ain't much magical about humans. Well, humans play more supporting roles, and they occasionally fall for the other supporting vamp or wolf. I was half tempted tonight to change the Book 6 vamp to a wolf, bumping them up to a 4, or maybe having a wizard male instead, not so threatening for the human woman to interact with. I think what is annoying me the most is that the first four books are heavy on the werewolf factor... maybe I might move Books 4 & 5 around so there's not 4 wolf-heavy stories in a row, break it up a bit. Well, books 4-6 are still a loooooooong ways off, so I have time to play around with that. What do you think?
Well... that's about all I have for now. I'm stupidly tired right now, and I have to wake up kinda early to check on an On Call shift @ LB tomorrow morning and then most likely going to Waconia to hang out with the swister for a little fun shopping before working 330-9p @ B&N.
Off to bed...
*pauses*
Or maybe I'll watch Kiera bat her tennis ball around... =^_^=
Ciao.
- Location:waiting for the hamster to get back on his wheel
- Mood:
blank - Music:Staind - Epiphany
So to sum-up a passive-aggressive, back-pedaling, and aggrevating voice-mail: My landlord left me a message Sunday that he couldn't look for the mold because my apartment was too messy, and he was "really amazed" at the state of my apartment. So when I clean up my apartment I can call him and he'll look again. But he's pretty sure he'll be able to just scrub the mold out... but the carpet will just be replaced when I move out anyway. .... You bastard. At least you could have been tactful/respectful about it and said something like: "I couldn't get at the corner where the mold is because your bed is in the way... maybe I can come back when we can move it..." or some shit like that. That I would have understood. But then you had to go and back-pedal what you said to me when I called you last Wednesday. You said that you'd clean it up and replace the carpet. Now you just want to scrub it out? You. Fuck.
And on top of it, I got a letter in the mail last week (when Mold Watch was completing and I told my landlord about the mold and he said he'd "clean it up"), and the letter alerted me to a $15 raise in rent.... okay. But in the letter also held a new lease that would keep me stuck here until May of 2010. Hell. No. I'm not staying here with a passive-aggressive, back-pedaling asshole of a landlord. He said he would take a look at the carpet and clean it up when I called him. Then he came here when I was at work on Sunday and left me a message that was insulting and humiliating over the state of my apartment and blamed that for the reason he couldn't look at the mold. He seemed more concerned and appalled over my unorderly apartment than the fact there's fucking mold growing in the carpet and possiblly the walls.
I had a long tearful and explitive riddled phone conversation with my sister Sunday after I heard the message my landlord left (I saved it in case I need to throw it back in his face...*cough*health department*cough*) and my sister and BIL both decided that when he does come back to look at the carpet, I need to be in the apartment with him---and also with a man, to make sure the fucker is accountable. I'm thinking my BIL, since he's a realtor and knows fun things about housing laws and shit. Also, my BIL is helping to find me a new apartment, or a new place to live. Because my landlord is inept on so many levels. I'm starting an apartment search today, hopefully I can find something that's a reasonable rent (<$600) and maybe a little closer to work, so I can cut down on gas. So if I'm moving, I'm going to have to say good-bye to Internet again, and absolutely stick to a DVD/book budget.
This morning I called my sister today to tell her that since I wasn't in a blind rage anymore, I could read the stupid letter about the $15 raise in rent and saw it was indeed a new lease, she told me she'd talk to Luke (BIL) about it, and that no matter what, I should start packing.
Anyone know where I can get a buttload of boxes?
- Mood:
hopeful
Yeah, three distinct types of mold. I sent the test off to the company's testing and identification lab down in Florida today so that I can figure out what type of mold I have so if it is making me sick, I can take that info to the doctor and we can figure out if there's a way to get me finally feeling better. I also called my landlord on Wednesday and told him about my mold (and the proof of mold) and he said he would stop by this weekend to look at my carpet, but it sounded promising that he would replace the carpet and clean up the mold. And if he drags his heels like the troll does upstairs, we're pulling out the sick card and calling the health department. So yeah. Hopefully this will be resolved without involving the big guns.
I started reading Pride and Prejudice last night, and so far it's going pretty well. I'm having little hang-ups over the wording, but so far I'm getting it. I saw the movie (with Kiera Knightly) a year or so ago, and so I'm kinda comparing the book with what I remember of the movie in my mind, and so far it's making sense so that's helping with the language barrier. I'm reading Jane Austen's version first in preparation for Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. So I have something to compare that to and see how it was made better... not worse; zombies can never make anything worse. =^_^= I'm really quite excited to read it. And I have to bite my tongue when customers at B&N ask if we have it in stock and I have to tell them no. We just can't keep it in stock! It's awesome! When it first came out, like just came out, we had 5 copies and I snatched one right away. And since then, we can barely keep one in the store for more than a few hours! HA! Epic Win for me!! Really, I have to bite my tongue because I just want to go: "I already have a copy!" in a sing-song voice whenever someone asks for it... but that prolly wouldn't go over very well... hehehe.
I might go to bed soon... last night I went to bed at 1030pm... o.O It shocked me too! I haven't gone to bed that early since, well, really high school. Or the last time I was just death-warmed-over sick. I think my weird phase of insomnia has worn off, so my body is demanding sleep. And now it's a little after 11pm... not too bad for sleep. Another 12 hour day at the mall tomorrow... yay. *eye roll* Counting tomorrow, I've had 3 12-hour shifts this week, which never happens! Argh. But next week I only have one. Ugh. Oh well. Means more moneys for me.
- Mood:
cold - Music:The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name
Yeah... the landlord is getting a lovely call tomorrow about 2 things he's screwed me over on. 1) Mold 2) Leaving out 2 months of rent for my rent rebate of 2008.
Now I'm going to go finish Rogue Angel: Swordsman's Legacy because it's finally getting good! Almost done! This is the longest it's taken me to finish a Rogue Angel book. But being deathly ill for months and having an anime binge does tend to divert one's attention.
Ciao.
- Mood:
bitchy
Yep. I have four distinct, small spots of mold. Tiny little white mold. I will wait until Wednesday at 830pm to see if anything else happens, since the directions say there are kinds of "slow growing mold" and it's best to wait 96 hours. Wait I shall.
Well, since I do have the presence of mold in my apartment, right under where I sleep, and right where the carpet got soaked... I will be checking in with my insurance company and other places to see what legal action I can take. But I won't until after Wednesday with the 96 hr mold limit.
Lovely.
EDIT 4-28-09 222pm I fail at telling time. I got the hours wrong for my mold test. Monday was the 48hr mark, so when I checked the mold test, it was about 50 hours into the test. Today (Tuesday) is the 72 hour mark. I updated information per this new development.
- Mood:
rawr!
25 minutes more until incubation time.
And I'm also thinking I may need to get a new stereo. The Beast's speakers are crackling more and more. I guess nine years of pulling it apart, moving and removing speaker wires, and bouncing around from home to college and then from home back to college (repeat this sequence for four years), then sitting in the basement for 2 years, then finally banging around to my apartment. I guess it's time to let the Beast die. And I have a 10% off coupon thingy for Target, so maybe I can find something fun there to replace the Beast. *le sigh* I had many a good time with the Beast.
Okay... back to House before incubation countdown...
- Location:Here.
- Mood:
thoughtful - Music:House season 3 disc 1
Like my new icon? I made it from a Transmetropolitan cover, from volume six: Gouge Away. It's going to be my new "I'm writing/being creative" icon. I may need to go through my Transmet collection and find another picture of him typing away on his laptop. There was one, I vaguely remember, where he was writing while sitting on the toilet. I need to make an icon of that. Hehehee. *le sigh* I love Spider Jerusalem.
And I'm still sick. My sinus infection from hell has gone away (thanks to the azithromycin) but my chest/lung congestion is still sticking around. I still have to sleep elevated (which is throwing my neck and lower back out of whack), and I if I move too much/fast from a sitting/laying position to a standing one I go into a minor coughing fit. I'm not too thrilled with this. I'm not sure what to think of this. And now that I'm watching House, I've been thinking of random illnesses it could be. But... I'm thinking it might---might---be caused by something in my apartment. Namely... the soaking wet carpet from when the pipe exploded in the ceiling and flooded a corner of my bedroom. Well, since the landlord and maintenance man are idiots, they didn't replace the carpet which was soaked thoroughly but just ran a carpet cleaner over it, I'm pretty sure that all the fun padding and other stuff under the carpet is just a happy playground for mold and other fungii. And since my lungs are compromised from asthma and chronic bronchitis, stuff like that is just going to have a field day with me. I'm not sure how to test for mold/fungus, but I want to figure out a way. And of course, I moved my bed away from the wall connected to the nymphomaniac apartment, so the head of my bed is right above that corner that got flooded. I wonder... if the current condition of my lungs and health is caused by mold/fungus in the carpet... which got soaked per negligent carpet installers... and wasn't properly disposed and replaced by my landlord... if I could sue him for negligent landlordness and for basically causing my ill health.
Hmm... must investigate.
- Location:waiting for the hamster to get back on his wheel
- Mood:
determined
I'm at my door and I angrily throw the locks and yank the door open in a huff-----
Oh. Shit.
There's a Chaska policeman outside my door. Fuck. Now my brain is running through other possibilities: did Crazy Larry from across the street call the police on me because the fucking pizza delivery chick got the address wrong and went to 123 Walnut instead of E 2nd Street? Did I park in a wrong spot according to him? Did one of my dumb ass neighbors call the cops on me because my movies were a little loud? Oh, cuz if you did, shit, the next time your fucking brat screams at 1am for 15 minutes because he doesn't want to go to bed, I'm calling the cops for child abuse. Thank God the nymphos next door moved out otherwise I'd have a field day with them....
But the policeman looks at me and actually does one of those "I'm taken aback" moves when he sees my face. Fuck? How pissed did I look?! "Um, excuse me ma'am for calling on you this late, but you need to move your car."
Fuck. "Why?" I ask, now looking more deflated than pissed.
"Because they're going to be clearing the snow off Walnut. You can park anywhere, but just not on Walnut." He motions to any of the other areas to park, like I couldn't see.
"Oh... well, I didn't know they were plowing," I mumble. I'm not going to tell him that I hadn't left my apartment since getting home last night from work/my sister's place.
"Well, just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't come out tomorrow and find your car towed." He says with a little apologetic smile.
"Oh, ok. Thanks." And I hear his "ok, g'night" right as I slam the door in his face. "I need a fucking driveway!!" I shout, not caring if the cop heard. Hey, I was still pissed.
I still am pissed. I can't fucking park my car in the right spot ever. Ever. I'm sorry that I can't park my car in the little driveway like the Mexican Troll (the maintainence man) or his stupid buddy neighbor man who parks his stupid Jeep in there, or the dumb ass nymphos who could park their car in the weird little alley thing that's right by my bedroom window, under the dumb deck. Or the people who park in the little strip of land between the apartment building and the next house over. If I tried to park in any of those places, I would get my ass chewed out byu the Troll or they would call the fucking cops for real. I'm not sure how or why the cop came to my place tonight, but he had the fucking lights going and everything. *rolls eyes* I need a fucking drive way. I need my own fucking house. So I wouldn't have to deal with an inept maintianence man, nympho neighbors, parents who keep their toddler up until 1am, and an apartment which I think is still being used to grow pot.
New plan. By 2010 I will have a house. I have money in CDs that is just earning interest and not really doing anything. The amount of money I'm wasting on rent for this small ass apartment could be going for a mortage payment. My BIL is a realtor, and he figured that my $525/month for rent could be turned into $450/month for a mortage. And now that the housing market is so sucky, people are lowering prices like mad to sell, and there are a lot of forclosed homes that are going for sure cheap. My BIL has access to listings of houses that normal people can't get it, so he can help me find one that I can afford and isn't a trashed forclosed POS. But yeah, after tonight, I need my own driveway. No more having to move my car every two days because the stupid city has to plow, or have to dig out my car because the first plowing has left a foot high ridge around my car. I have never hated winter more than when I didn't have a good spot to park my car. And with my new house, I'll have room for all my crap. I'll have room for people to come over. I'll have my room, maybe a guest room, and an office where I can have all my book/writing stuff and my craft/scrapbooking stuff, so it doesn't take over 3/4 of my room and 1/4 of my living room.
Ugh. What a way to end the night.
*stomps off to bed*
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:my seething anger
I'm ever so slowly getting over my head-chest-dizzy cold. I may just avoid getting tagged with Typhoid Amy this year at work. *crosses fingers* Here's to hoping!
I found out my friends Phil & Shiloh are expecting their second child, and are due basically anytime, but really due Feb. 25th. I just found that out last week because Phil & Shi were in a weird email/internet/phone black hole for a while after they moved to New Jersey, so I finally got their updated info and chatted with them on the phone. Their newest little one will be a girl, and her name is Emerald Jane, Emma for short. Shhhh... don't tell them... but I'm knitting Emma a fun blanket/wrap thingy. I got a huge skien of fun pink-blue-knotty-baby-esque yarn for Christmas, and I'm trying to think of what to use it for, other than just adding it to the Movie Scarf, and then I heard that they were expecting again, I knew that Emma needed a fun knitted blanket thingy. Yay! It'll be interesting to see how this blanket wrap thing works. It's not going to be very wide, but it'll be long. So... yeah.
Kiera is just in love with that space heater. Now she's streeeeeeetched out in front of it. Hehehee. But she's not a fan of the humidifier.
Anyhoo... I must head off to bed so I can get better and healthy and all that jazz.
Adios all, and stay toasty warm tonight!
- Mood: cold
I got sent home early from work today because it was slow, so I was happy. And I got sicker as the day went on. Just blech. Stomach didn't feel right, it was squirmy all day; haven't really eaten much because of it. Except crackers and 7Up. I called in sick at Lane Bryant too, since I was supposed to close there tonight. Ugh. I came home (after stopping at my dad's to get more quilts from my closet) and zoned out in the chair. I watched A Knight's Tale and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang---wasn't able to last night because people kept on calling me to wish me happy birthday and then talking for 2 hours! I liked Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Robert Downey, Jr. is brilliant as Harry. I've decided I want someone like Harry---just without the whole burglar part. It was a good movie, I liked it emensely, and will recommend it freely. It's apparently based off a book, so I will go investigate the book someday. I don't think I've ever seen Robert Downey, Jr. in any other movie. I haven't seen Iron Man (his apparent big come back), so it was nice to see some of his acting abilities. I just knew he was a drug fiend back in the 90's, but nothing of any acting. And it was nice to see Val Kilmer in a movie again. Haven't seen him in anything decent since... uh... Ghost and the Darkness was good... Batman Forever was good. Um... Williow? So yeah, good to see them in good roles and decently acting again.
I got a humidifier at Target before I came home. My apartment is so freaking dry, I woke up this morning with the Gobi desert down my throat. Which didn't help the whole starting to get sick thing. So now it's humming nicely over there in the corner, pumping out a nice cool mist of moisture into my parched apartment. Kiera doesn't quite know what to do with it. She'll come up to it slowly and sniff at it, inspecting the noise, then she'll get into the mist stream and freak out. Hehehe. Silly kitty. And speaking of animals, I need to seriously de-slime my fish tank. I don't think the filter can handle the amount of slime and junk that Titus produces. Gold fish (especially those of the fancy variety) produce a natural slime that clogs up filters, pumps, and makes the tank get 5x more grody than normal. And I've been slacking on keeping it clean, so the rocks and the fakey plants are uber gross. I need to clean it so bad! Argh. Oh well. I definitely need to get a new filter tomorrow. Titus' slime has broken this one, totally overwhelmed it so that no matter how much I try to clean it or change the carbon filter, it just clogs up. I think I might get a larger tank filter. A 20 gallon for my 10 gallon tank. That should be able to handle it, huh? Too bad my scum sucker had to go and die before Titus made all this scum... he missed out an an all-you-can-eat buffet.
I guess that's all. I should get to bed so I can drag my ass out of bed for work tomorrow. I can do 6 more hours! If I make it through those 6 hours, I don't have to work any job until Wednesday! I get a three day weekend! HOT DAMN.
- Location:trying to count those damn sheep
- Mood:
sick - Music:humidifier humming
I'm on my new laptop right now, whom I named Octavian, and he's doing lovely. I'm getting some stuff slowly set up and getting used to the weird layout of the keyboard (it's kinda small and keys are in weird spots) and stuff of this. And it does have Vista on it... which I'm not finding too much wrong with... yet. So as I work tonight on laundry (which I need to switch soon) I will be moving stuff from Vincent over to Octavian. And then I will go Office Space on VIncent. And you think I'm joking. Nope. Not. Taking my dad's sledgehammer to it. It's about time I relieve some of this anger and frustration that Vincent has been instilling into me over the last few months. And ooohh... will it feel good. A precursor to my Wreck Room that I will someday have in my own house. A room in the basement that will be full of crap and things that I don't really want, and when I'm in a destructive mood or need to relieve some pressure, I'll go down there with a hammer and smash the shit out of things. Oooh. So delicious.
Now I'm off to tend to laundry and have fun filling Octavian with Relic Chosen stories and other things from the old POS. Ciao.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
enraged - Music:KDWB
"Even when you have to dig out your car, you still like snow?" ~draygnfaerie's dad
Tomorrow... today... Tuesday... whatever... I get Internets! *draygnfaerie spins around in a crazy happy dance* Yeah. Super stoked about that. But, now I realized that when the Comcast phone person asked "What OS is [my] computer running?" I told her XP... and I think my laptop runs Windows 2000. I was somehow thinking of my PC, which runs XP. Ugh. Is that going to be a problem? Maybe the installer dude will have an answer? However, I have to wait from 5-9pm for the dude to show up. Hopefully he's (she's?) not there right at 5pm, because that's when I get off work. And I have to pick up my fun new sexxay Xmas pjs at Lane Bryant after work tomorrow (well, they're not really sexxay, but they are fun). I forgot to buy them before we closed. I already dropped over $100 there tonight to buy some new clothes for both BN and LB. Oh well. I haven't bought new clothes in forevar, so I'm overdue for a little textile splurging.
So this weekend... I did nothing but write. Ragging snowstorms tend to help the creative process... because it's too damn cold to go anywhere! So I stayed in and wrote. I know! I haven't written in a long time, at least not on the projects I'm supposed to be working on... like the sequel to Magic & Madness. And I need to redo my stupid tags for those bloody books, since I keep on changing the titles. And the series is officially no longer Coven Wars but is now Relic Chosen. So there. The sequel is Magic & Destiny, and I finally broke my 5 month long writer's block and finished up the 10th chapter. It's brilliant! And I found my muse for writing about werewolves (since werewolves are the supernatural being of choice for this installment) is to watch werewolf movies. Brilliant again! So I popped in Van Hellsing and watched that, which put me in a nice Gothic/paranormal mood. Yay. And Hugh Jackman wasn't a bad bonus, either. *rawr* ;) The next volume in the series also deals with werewolves, so I'll watch Underworld for that one. Hehehe.
Well... it's uber late and I have to be at work @ 9am. I only meant to stay at dad's to check Facebook and LJ super uber quick... and I've stayed for almost 2 hours. Ooops. I'll catch you all later on my new Internet connection in my own apartment! Hot damn!
- Location:redecorating the igloo
- Mood:
creative - Music:Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down
