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I never post anymore!
Mar. 11th, 2012 04:08 pmThats probably because my life is a crazed mix of exceedingly dull and hyper stressful at the moment. c'est la vie.
We're almost at the start of the larp season for me, so things are a bit extra mad right now, work is stupid because it's all essays and presentations and students having panic attacks and lacking any manners that they should have had beaten in to them at a young age. And the house stuff continues to progress. Dad was here tiling a little while ago, but kept breaking tiles so has gone home to be angry at himself (it worries me when I'm the more mature one).
Dave and I fled while he was doing this, stopping at the comic shop (the owner is currently away, so its safe to go in and buy trashy comics without being judged or irritated) and then Buddies for lunch, and I now feel fat. I walked home in the sun, and am now trying to do some work. Sadly the fact that the work is for someone who I don't really like is making my enthusiasm wander away.
Tomorrow is new couch day, which is far more exciting than it should be. Since I moved back in I've been using a beanbag and some pillows as living room furniture, which is about as good for my back as it sounds. But yesterday I went and bought a second hand sofa and chair, and dad is picking them up for me tomorrow after work! Woohoo! I will be able to relax without my spine hating me any more than it usually does, and more than one person will be able to sit comfortably in my lounge!
I really want to be writing at the moment, but work is sucking all the creative energy I have, and what little that is left is being used to write for the larp system (I already have 3 adventures to be written, and a ritual that needs to be finished fairly soon). Ugh.
The hilarity of the security guard at one of the campuses I work on who always accuses me of having fake ID continues. The plan this friday is to wear actual smart clothes and see if she still shouts at me (I usually wear jeans and a shirt, or jeans and a t-shirt, because my job calls for me to be comfortable, and presentable, and most of my smart shirts currently involve my boobs causing the buttons issues, and quite frankly, I wear clean, un-mangled jeans and non-offensive t-shirts and that should be fine. I've seen lecturers wear worse).
And now I'm going to go and actually finish this work, or there will probably be trouble, and then I'll get pissy with people I should really get pissy at. And once it's done, it's done and I can get on with writing and moving furniture about.
We're almost at the start of the larp season for me, so things are a bit extra mad right now, work is stupid because it's all essays and presentations and students having panic attacks and lacking any manners that they should have had beaten in to them at a young age. And the house stuff continues to progress. Dad was here tiling a little while ago, but kept breaking tiles so has gone home to be angry at himself (it worries me when I'm the more mature one).
Dave and I fled while he was doing this, stopping at the comic shop (the owner is currently away, so its safe to go in and buy trashy comics without being judged or irritated) and then Buddies for lunch, and I now feel fat. I walked home in the sun, and am now trying to do some work. Sadly the fact that the work is for someone who I don't really like is making my enthusiasm wander away.
Tomorrow is new couch day, which is far more exciting than it should be. Since I moved back in I've been using a beanbag and some pillows as living room furniture, which is about as good for my back as it sounds. But yesterday I went and bought a second hand sofa and chair, and dad is picking them up for me tomorrow after work! Woohoo! I will be able to relax without my spine hating me any more than it usually does, and more than one person will be able to sit comfortably in my lounge!
I really want to be writing at the moment, but work is sucking all the creative energy I have, and what little that is left is being used to write for the larp system (I already have 3 adventures to be written, and a ritual that needs to be finished fairly soon). Ugh.
The hilarity of the security guard at one of the campuses I work on who always accuses me of having fake ID continues. The plan this friday is to wear actual smart clothes and see if she still shouts at me (I usually wear jeans and a shirt, or jeans and a t-shirt, because my job calls for me to be comfortable, and presentable, and most of my smart shirts currently involve my boobs causing the buttons issues, and quite frankly, I wear clean, un-mangled jeans and non-offensive t-shirts and that should be fine. I've seen lecturers wear worse).
And now I'm going to go and actually finish this work, or there will probably be trouble, and then I'll get pissy with people I should really get pissy at. And once it's done, it's done and I can get on with writing and moving furniture about.
