May. 28th, 2013 11:17 pm
anonymousblueberry: (Freya is broken)
I have managed to poke myself in the eye or something ridiculous and now they're both manky and swollen and goopy. To be fair, they were pretty bad before (if anyone ever tells you you have blepharitis but that it's really easy to control, they're fucking lying) but now they're hideous and I can't even fucking cry without them stinging.
On the up side I've managed to find the wipes I need for them. On the downside, using them means I pretty much can't see anything for a few minutes after I've used them.


(life is dull)
anonymousblueberry: Brendan from Thought Crimes holding an icepack to his head (Icepacks are Brendan's must have item)
I'm mostly over on Tumblr these days on account of pretty things and a rampant lack of desire to say anything to anyone apart from inane squee. But some days I do need to whinge...

*cries* I have been useless all day today. I got in late last night after gaming, went to bed with a nosebleed, slept through all my alarms and woke up with a stinking headache. I was forced out of bed by some overly cheerful charity person banging on my door. Headache did not go away.

I read lots, did nothing, and eventually crawled up the shop for food.

Had pasta and sauce and garlic bread, which I knew would make me ill, but I wanted it so I ate it. And now I still feel like utter shit. Fuck you parsley. Why must you be so fucking cruel?
anonymousblueberry: Fili in Bag End with a plate in his hand, looking a little bit diva-ish (Fili is a plate throwing diva)
I am in this position where there is a job that I want being dangled in front of my face, but I'm scared to really want it, because every time I really want something, I don't get it.
I still love the uni, but it's getting to the point where everyone is crazy and there's so much bullshit going on that it's kind of awkward.
And the new job would be maybe cool, I don't know. I think a lot of it is that I do just really want out of the uni.

(life is currently crazy and annoying and all I want to do is the stuff that I don't have time to do, as usual)
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
It's fairly safe to say that February is a shit month for me, for a multitude of reasons. This year, in all, hasn't actually been that bad, but apparently now, as I sit on the cusp of it turning to March, I have flipped from being relatively mellow to the desperate need to punch someone's face in. It totally makes sense (or not).

Work is hell, as evidenced by the fact that I got sent to Moulton campus for the afternoon today with about an hour's notice. I got lucky on the buses (but not so lucky that I bumped into current object of pointless lusting #1) and actually managed to get there in time. I sat through one lecture, had lunch, and then found that the second lecture had just vanished. No idea what happened there (there are a couple of theories, which suck for the student, but I really can't be bothered to complain as I still get paid and it meant I could get a sensible bus home instead of having to get the uni service to Park campus and then the bus from there home).

I have done approximately nothing this evening. I couldn't even be bothered to cook a proper dinner. I'm watching Being Human from the start (I tried watching it when it first started and could not get into it, apparently I have grown, or something, or I am just that fucking shallow...)
I'm also rationing myself on The Almighty Johnsons. I have 3 more episodes to watch, and while I am spoiled, I am unwilling to finish. Also the fact that I'm going to have to watch it on my computer as my TV has decided it doesn't like that file type or some such nonsense. The same goes for Game of Thrones. Ugh.

I have a desperate want to put together a new character for some sort of LARP. Actually, I just want to do costuming things, which is ridiculous. I want to make stuff, but I have so little time, and I am so drained by work at the moment that when I get in, the best I can do is make dinner and zone out in front of the TV or computer, which does my head in.

And that seems to be my life at the moment.

Go me.
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
I had a brief half hour or so this evening (that may have been prompted by how foul I felt after eating pizza) of misery.
Because mum never got to see The Lord of the Rings films. Nor will she ever see the Hobbit films. Whether she would have cared or not, I'm not entirely sure, she was fairly ambivalent to the Fellowship of the Ring when it came out (although that could be said to be her attitude towards pretty much everything by that point). I vaguely remember her mocking my Sean Bean thing, and I'm fairly sure she made approving noises about Viggo Mortensen, but I am fairly sure she would approve of Richard Armitage.

What's weird is that I know I had a copy of The Hobbit when I was little (I still have it, it's illustrated with some really trippy illustrations) but I don't remember who read it to me. I assume mum, but I'm not entirely sure, and I don't like asking dad that sort of thing as he gets a bit weird (understandably) and there is always the chance that I read it to myself once I got old enough to do anything other than just look at the pictures.

Anyway, that was the cheer for the evening. I've spent most of the evening editing content for updates for the LARP system, I said I was going to bed about an hour ago, and then got distracted.

Sleep, I hear it is good for you...

Hey man...

Jan. 4th, 2013 02:10 pm
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
I'm behind with things. I'm going to catch up with the Snowflake_challenge stuff tomorrow evening. I've managed a fair amount of house related productivity, a small amount of LARP related writing productivity and a big fat pile of nothing in terms of art (which is kind of annoying).

My dad's christmas present has finally turned up, and I'm now paranoid that it is (a) too small and (b) the wrong cut. It looked longer on the website, but given the amount of faff it's taken to get this far, I'm not sure I want to return it.

I've managed to free up the region on my new DVD/Blu-ray player (DVD region only) which is a bonus as I have a load of region 1 anime, and this way I don't have to keep my old DVD player (3 DVD players is a little redundant, I think). I bought and constructed a shoe rack (which really wasn't very hard) and now all my shoes are neat and tidy, and tomorrow I'll be off to Ikea for a new DVD unit, as my one is full. I'm not entirely sure where to put it, but I'll work that out when I get it home.

I've been trying to reconstruct my playlists on iTunes. I'd got them all nice on Pharangese at the start of last year, and then the harddrive fell over and I had to wipe everything, and the playlists were something that I couldn't recover. I'm getting there, but there were a couple that were almost ready for posting (barring art) that I've now found are still partially constructed, and I can't remember what changes I made. The full versions might be on Nene, but starting iTunes up on her is like wading through treacle (I love my fat cherry red netbook, but she's getting a bit old and possibly in a need of a system wipe).

I've also managed to get the number of tabs open in Firefox down, finally. Some I've just bookmarked (some were things for the snowflake posts, I'll open them up again when I need them), some I've read, some I've given up on.

I've had to list one of my pairs of Doc Martens on ebay, which sucks, but they're slightly too big for me, and the soles are really heavy and make my dodgy ankle really unhappy. Hopefully I'll get a decent amount for them.

Anyway, more washing up beckons, and then I should think about heading to the train station and beyond for gaming tonight. Which annoyingly means putting actual clothes on, rather than my scruffy full of holes jeans.
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
I ate half a packet of oreos for breakfast (because I couldn't be bothered with cereal) and now I am vibrating. Sugar and me really don't mix very well. I'm going to head into town (I ordered a shoe rack, how grownup is that?) because I need to pick up an HDMI cable, aforementioned shoe rack and some more freezer tubs for the excess of food I made from the remains of the xmas chicken (2 pans of soup and one pan of curry).
And write. I have an awful lot of LARP related stuff that needs writing, including a vaguely norse wedding ceremony sort of thing.

And I need to stop bouncing. And looking at Tumblr because I'm fairly sure that my neighbours by now think I am crazy (this is a given, one set knows me, the other side just has be return their cat occasionally and hands me parcels that get left with them).

I also appear to have lost my Photoshop-fu. The muscles have atrophied. Woe is me.
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
This last year has been a slog. It started out with wonkiness, and it's ended with that resolved, but me living a bit up in the air. I don't know what I'm doing really.

I've made half-arsed resolutions to draw more, write more, read more, exercise more and eat less, although god knows whether they'll even vaguely stick.
I'm fighting the desperate urge to reinvent myself, but I'm far too lazy for that shit.

I will do a proper round of the year, mostly for my benefit, but for now, I am thoroughly worn out (mentally and physically) after the last week or so of dealing with people and so am going to go and hide with books and the pile of DVDs I have acquired in the last month or so, and try and recharge before I start back at work on monday.
I also need to find some leeks and barely to make soup with (I got given the cockerel carcass from xmas dinner, and it really needs something doing with it)
anonymousblueberry: John Sheppard leaning over with an arrow pointing to his arse captioned "female gaze" (Subject to the female gaze)
I am twitchy as fuck at the moment. I have no idea why, just a huge excess of energy and nothing really to do with it.
I want a hair cut, and I'm back to pondering more piercings and tattoos. To be fair, there are about 4 tattoo designs that I've been contemplating for several years. I've just not found anywhere that I trust/like the feel of in town. Ugh.

I still haven't found a present for dad (I got him a copy of the Bourne Legacy, but that's a bit of a cop out really). And after 3 hours in town, I still failed today.

Also, dear Yuletide writer... I may be out of internet connection for xmas. I shall have my phone, which has access to the wireless at Dad's house, but it's not the greatest, so I may not get to fic until boxing day.


Dec. 15th, 2012 08:35 pm
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
God I feel like shit. Bad night's sleep and a resurgence of plague that has had me wobbly all day.

I made it home and got the work I wanted to get done done, and I've watched an awful lot of Bubblegum Crisis and related media; the last disc of original BGC, Bubblegum Crash, which I haven't seen in years, and the original AD Police series, which I've never seen. I still have the new AD Police series to watch (but I need to plug my other DVD player in for that as my TV is the wrong region) BGC 2040 (which I have seen many times) and Parasite Dolls. It is good. Well, it's pleasant, although dear god the original ADP series is misogynistic. Very of its time, and not always in a good way.
I was also amused to see the bit that had me going "Tony Stark has a motoslave!" when I saw the Avengers in the summer (and there is a terrifying crossover prospect).

I am however now drowning in snot. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but I decided that I wanted icecream, and that never mixes well with colds.

I have actual words for my Yuletide fic. I'm not sure if they're good words, but that they exist is making me feel slightly better. Once again I appear to be doing an episode tag, but it fits with the request, and I'm not up to huge sprawling plots right now.

I also now have a steaming headache, so I think I'm going to go and hide in bed with the end of the book I'm currently reading (Glen Duncan's The Last Werewolf, which I'm still not sure if I'm enjoying, despite being 200 pages in) and a hot water bottle and hope that I can get some sleep and be human in some way tomorrow. I'm not holding out huge hope, but all I have planned for tomorrow is reading, writing and trying to remember to eat food (and hoping I don't have to leave the house for said food).

I have also apparently turned into someone who drinks Earl Grey. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I'm scared.