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So I guess I'm officially a Texan now...or at least I will be once I've changed my drivers license later this week. Weird, huh?
I'm in the process of applying to culinary school, which is exciting. Mostly it feels good to have made a decision. I agonized about it for quite a while but I really feel good about this choice! I think it's a great mix of intellectual and creative stimulation, and it's something I really feel passionate about, so how can I lose, right? Right.
Umm not much other news to report...I have a set that should be going up in MR soon, so I'll keep y'all posted about that. I discovered Teen Wolf, which I am thoroughly enjoying. The writing is better than you would expect and the special effects are hilarious. I'm going to Firefly in Boston in a few weeks, so that should be fun. That's about it.
Oh yeah!! I FINALLY beat Fallout New Vegas! I opted for the independent Vegas outcome, but I have a save file where I'm not definitively allied, so I may go back and try some different outcomes, but I'm stoked to have finally finished it
I'm in the process of applying to culinary school, which is exciting. Mostly it feels good to have made a decision. I agonized about it for quite a while but I really feel good about this choice! I think it's a great mix of intellectual and creative stimulation, and it's something I really feel passionate about, so how can I lose, right? Right.
Umm not much other news to report...I have a set that should be going up in MR soon, so I'll keep y'all posted about that. I discovered Teen Wolf, which I am thoroughly enjoying. The writing is better than you would expect and the special effects are hilarious. I'm going to Firefly in Boston in a few weeks, so that should be fun. That's about it.
Oh yeah!! I FINALLY beat Fallout New Vegas! I opted for the independent Vegas outcome, but I have a save file where I'm not definitively allied, so I may go back and try some different outcomes, but I'm stoked to have finally finished it
So I'm moving to Houston in 2.5 weeks, yargh. I'm trying to focus on the positive, like getting to stay in one place for three years, which means actually unpacking, putting up shelves, and things like that. Things I'm trying not to focus on include: the heat/humidity, the fact that I know even less people in Houston (zero) than I do in Southern California, needing to pack, not having a job, my utter inability to decide what I want to do re grad school, having to learn all new channels for the televison, etc, etc, etc....bleh.
In other news, I shot a set last week! I'll let y'all know when it goes to MR, the quality is definitely terrific (thanks to the considerable skills of Milloux), so hopefully they will like the theme and the lady meat enough to put it up
In the meantime, if you live in Houston and need an experienced assistant, you should let me know because I'm pretty much the best ever. Or if you want to tell me what I should do with my life, that would be great too.
In case you're wondering, I am roughly 80% joking on both counts.
In other news, I shot a set last week! I'll let y'all know when it goes to MR, the quality is definitely terrific (thanks to the considerable skills of Milloux), so hopefully they will like the theme and the lady meat enough to put it up
In the meantime, if you live in Houston and need an experienced assistant, you should let me know because I'm pretty much the best ever. Or if you want to tell me what I should do with my life, that would be great too.
In case you're wondering, I am roughly 80% joking on both counts.
And now, an anecdote.
The events described below transpired approximately 6 weeks ago. There is no particular reason I am telling them now, other than my desire to post something before the month of March has passed me by completely, and my irrepressible penchant for adding to the Humiliating Misadventures of Fenchurch.
So several months ago I was delighted to receive a completely unanticipated tax refund check in the very significant neighborhood of $800, which I resolved to deposit promptly. Unfortunately, in the Dictionary of Fenchurch, "promptly" is an extremely broad term which in this case meant I would clip it to my refrigerator, where surely it could be neither lost nor forgotten, and deposit it next time I was heading in the Navy Federal direction. As it happens, this definition of promptly involved me returning home to Virginia for a two week visit before getting around to any sort of banking actions. Upon my return, I resolved to take care of it immediately (which, as you may have guessed, also has a pretty broad definition in the DF but in this case did in fact mean right away). Much to my chagrin, upon close inspection of the refrigerator (the place I was 100% CERTAIN I had put it), the check was...cue dramatic music...GONE.
What the what?? That's right, gone. Thus followed a frenzied and thorough searching of my entire kitchen area...under the fridge, on the fridge, hell I took every last thing out and looked IN the whole damn fridge, thinking maybe it had somehow slipped out of the clip while I was foraging for a midnight snack and floated into a produce drawer or something, but it was nowhere to be found. Certain as I was that I had left it on the fridge, I am well aware of my own tendency to put things down into various vortexes to strange lone sock dimensions and so forth, so I searched the whole damn apartment. Every sinister pile of procrastinatory paperwork: searched. The unlikely bedroom: searched. The seemingly-innocent bathroom: searched. I did it ALL, but to no avail. Finally I admitted embarrassed, frustrated, sweaty defeat and called the IRS hotline, where I was bemused and slightly cheered to discover there is a specific number you can push if you have received and lost your refund check...
Anyways after being reassured that it had not been cashed by some sort apartment-infiltrating fairy miscreant, they assured me a new one would arrive in 6-8 weeks. Relieved and dejected, I put down the phone and wandered off, spent, to pursue other things.
6-8 weeks later I had, of course, forgotten the whole thing, and was therefore delighted once more by the arrival of this hefty gift of a check. Resolving not to make the same mistake twice, I put it directly into my wallet and left for the bank early the next morning. I arrived at the bank uneventfully, deposited the check, and drove away happy to put the entire incident behind me. As it happens, I was driving directly from the bank to the airport to pick up some good friends. (Where am I going with this, you may wonder? Fear not, for we are nearing the thrilling conclusion...) Upon reaching the airport, I directed my car to short term parking, took my ticket from the helpful automated dispenser, and found a space with little to no incitement to homicidal rage. Once I had parked satisfactorily, I pulled down the sun visor to stash the parking ticket where I always do, in that little flippy car mirror, and guess what fluttered innocently into my lap.....MY MOTHERFUCKING TAX REFUND CHECK.
I'll give you a moment to let that sink in.
Anyways, I took some solace in the fact that I was able to immediately bombard my travel-weary friends with the loudest, angriest, hand-wavingest possible telling of the above story, all while tearing the offending check into itsy bitsy pieces. Fortunately, they are wonderful friends and very understanding of the fact that any time you roll with me, the odds are pretty good you will be greeted by yelling and arm-waving as I recount some manner of horrible wrongdoing perpetrated by or to me before ever getting around to saying hello, but I can't say it's how I would have chosen for their California vacation to begin......oh well.
Anyways, that's it. I don't know what prompted me to share that story now. Probably another idiotic and forgetful thing I did weeks ago and didn't realize until today. But that's an anecdote for another time...
The events described below transpired approximately 6 weeks ago. There is no particular reason I am telling them now, other than my desire to post something before the month of March has passed me by completely, and my irrepressible penchant for adding to the Humiliating Misadventures of Fenchurch.
So several months ago I was delighted to receive a completely unanticipated tax refund check in the very significant neighborhood of $800, which I resolved to deposit promptly. Unfortunately, in the Dictionary of Fenchurch, "promptly" is an extremely broad term which in this case meant I would clip it to my refrigerator, where surely it could be neither lost nor forgotten, and deposit it next time I was heading in the Navy Federal direction. As it happens, this definition of promptly involved me returning home to Virginia for a two week visit before getting around to any sort of banking actions. Upon my return, I resolved to take care of it immediately (which, as you may have guessed, also has a pretty broad definition in the DF but in this case did in fact mean right away). Much to my chagrin, upon close inspection of the refrigerator (the place I was 100% CERTAIN I had put it), the check was...cue dramatic music...GONE.
What the what?? That's right, gone. Thus followed a frenzied and thorough searching of my entire kitchen area...under the fridge, on the fridge, hell I took every last thing out and looked IN the whole damn fridge, thinking maybe it had somehow slipped out of the clip while I was foraging for a midnight snack and floated into a produce drawer or something, but it was nowhere to be found. Certain as I was that I had left it on the fridge, I am well aware of my own tendency to put things down into various vortexes to strange lone sock dimensions and so forth, so I searched the whole damn apartment. Every sinister pile of procrastinatory paperwork: searched. The unlikely bedroom: searched. The seemingly-innocent bathroom: searched. I did it ALL, but to no avail. Finally I admitted embarrassed, frustrated, sweaty defeat and called the IRS hotline, where I was bemused and slightly cheered to discover there is a specific number you can push if you have received and lost your refund check...
Anyways after being reassured that it had not been cashed by some sort apartment-infiltrating fairy miscreant, they assured me a new one would arrive in 6-8 weeks. Relieved and dejected, I put down the phone and wandered off, spent, to pursue other things.
6-8 weeks later I had, of course, forgotten the whole thing, and was therefore delighted once more by the arrival of this hefty gift of a check. Resolving not to make the same mistake twice, I put it directly into my wallet and left for the bank early the next morning. I arrived at the bank uneventfully, deposited the check, and drove away happy to put the entire incident behind me. As it happens, I was driving directly from the bank to the airport to pick up some good friends. (Where am I going with this, you may wonder? Fear not, for we are nearing the thrilling conclusion...) Upon reaching the airport, I directed my car to short term parking, took my ticket from the helpful automated dispenser, and found a space with little to no incitement to homicidal rage. Once I had parked satisfactorily, I pulled down the sun visor to stash the parking ticket where I always do, in that little flippy car mirror, and guess what fluttered innocently into my lap.....MY MOTHERFUCKING TAX REFUND CHECK.
I'll give you a moment to let that sink in.
Anyways, I took some solace in the fact that I was able to immediately bombard my travel-weary friends with the loudest, angriest, hand-wavingest possible telling of the above story, all while tearing the offending check into itsy bitsy pieces. Fortunately, they are wonderful friends and very understanding of the fact that any time you roll with me, the odds are pretty good you will be greeted by yelling and arm-waving as I recount some manner of horrible wrongdoing perpetrated by or to me before ever getting around to saying hello, but I can't say it's how I would have chosen for their California vacation to begin......oh well.
Anyways, that's it. I don't know what prompted me to share that story now. Probably another idiotic and forgetful thing I did weeks ago and didn't realize until today. But that's an anecdote for another time...
Had a blast this past weekend hosting SGSD game night.....we had so much fun I can't help but feel sorry for those who couldn't come. Party time bailers everywhere: sucks to be you. In the mean time, my mom comes to visit tomorrow! Which is exciting because I like California and all but I miss her like crazy. I actually saw my dad on Saturday, which went very well, hopefully indicating that our fractured relationship is perhaps starting to repair itself ever so slightly. Best of all though, barring unpredictable navy bullshit, my husband should be back in one month!! I am so beyond excited. So to sum up, things in my life are rapidly becoming more marvelous.
Worst. Day. Ever.
I will try to come back with deets at some point but holy blurg. Just needed to get that out there.
I will try to come back with deets at some point but holy blurg. Just needed to get that out there.
Oh jeez.....I've been watching Breaking Bad this past week and it's SO GOOD and I have NO ONE to talk to about it and it's making me CRAZY so I figured I would just blog about it because there's bound to be a couple people who know what I'm talking about when I say that I just watched the episode Over (Season 2), and in most ways it was a slower episode (which is almost a relief at this point because the series is so intense...) but the end of it was just....electrifying. That's the only way to describe it. With just five words Bryan Cranston made every hair on my body stand on end.
Anyways in other news, today marks almost 2 weeks into the New Year, during which I am having a 100% SUCCESS RATE with my New Year's resolutions!! (They were to work out and floss every day, in case you were wondering...) I haven't been doing resolutions the past few years because I had this whole idea about if you're going to make change just do it, don't wait for some conventional excuse, blah blah blah but yeah it's not like that was working for me, so I just went for it and you know what? Conventions exist for a reason. Using the New Year as a jumping off point to change behaviors works BECAUSE you can then say things like I have a 100% success rate now and it makes you feel AWESOME. I'm also doing much better with my hair pulling...my cousin and I reinstated our support texting that had petered out some time ago and it's super helpful.
Anyways this ties in to the first part of my entry because I just finished that episode and I am SO EXCITED to see what happens next but it's noon, and noon is exercise o'clock! Only after that can I break out the entire carton of Ben & Jerry's and continue my regularly scheduled marathon TV-watching!
By the way if anyone's wondering what I did for New Year's (not that you would) I watched the first half of Cannonball Run and was in bed by 10:30pm. Fuck yeah I know how to party. I just choose not to.
Anyways in other news, today marks almost 2 weeks into the New Year, during which I am having a 100% SUCCESS RATE with my New Year's resolutions!! (They were to work out and floss every day, in case you were wondering...) I haven't been doing resolutions the past few years because I had this whole idea about if you're going to make change just do it, don't wait for some conventional excuse, blah blah blah but yeah it's not like that was working for me, so I just went for it and you know what? Conventions exist for a reason. Using the New Year as a jumping off point to change behaviors works BECAUSE you can then say things like I have a 100% success rate now and it makes you feel AWESOME. I'm also doing much better with my hair pulling...my cousin and I reinstated our support texting that had petered out some time ago and it's super helpful.
Anyways this ties in to the first part of my entry because I just finished that episode and I am SO EXCITED to see what happens next but it's noon, and noon is exercise o'clock! Only after that can I break out the entire carton of Ben & Jerry's and continue my regularly scheduled marathon TV-watching!
By the way if anyone's wondering what I did for New Year's (not that you would) I watched the first half of Cannonball Run and was in bed by 10:30pm. Fuck yeah I know how to party. I just choose not to.
Well, I never did find out the deadly holiday treat. Fruitcake was my first thought, but I think the person who suggested candy cane was probably on to something...
Had a very fun time out the other night with some of the SGSD folks. Lord knows it's good to get out, ugh.
Well, tomorrow I'm off to Virginia for two weeks...for now I'm finally getting around to watching the rest of Caprica. Hooray!
Had a very fun time out the other night with some of the SGSD folks. Lord knows it's good to get out, ugh.
Well, tomorrow I'm off to Virginia for two weeks...for now I'm finally getting around to watching the rest of Caprica. Hooray!
"A robber uses a favorite holiday treat as a violent weapon, at 11."
WHAT IS THE TREAT???!?!! Damn you, local news teasers.
WHAT IS THE TREAT???!?!! Damn you, local news teasers.
