11 more days until my five day weekend! YES! Going to Vermont to see some friends, and go camping. Oh, the joy of camping, what with the bugs, and the dirtiness, and the other bugs.... I'll have to get some industrial strength bug spray. Those little suckers love me. I get eaten alive when I set foot outside the city - thank god for pollution.
I can't really complain about the camping, since it was my idea. I asked my "friend" to go with me to VT, and I figured that camping and kayaking would be a good enticement. And then I sprang on him the possibility of meeting my mom for coffee at some point while we're up there. Meeting my best friend, and then my mom, in the space of a few days! Oh, the joy.
I can't really complain about the camping, since it was my idea. I asked my "friend" to go with me to VT, and I figured that camping and kayaking would be a good enticement. And then I sprang on him the possibility of meeting my mom for coffee at some point while we're up there. Meeting my best friend, and then my mom, in the space of a few days! Oh, the joy.
Sitting alone in an efficiency apartment in New Orleans while listening to the Dolls.... I'm so bored. I want to go out, but no one to go out with. I'm visiting my brother, but he has to work nights. At least I have air conditioning.
Overall, this city is too hot and there's too much vomit on the street. This morning I went out and Bourbon Street smelled so bad I thought I was going to puke. The mixture of trash, horse shit and the vomit, piss, etc from humans, in 90+ degrees, makes for a very unpleasant odor.
I will be back in good old New England on Monday.
Overall, this city is too hot and there's too much vomit on the street. This morning I went out and Bourbon Street smelled so bad I thought I was going to puke. The mixture of trash, horse shit and the vomit, piss, etc from humans, in 90+ degrees, makes for a very unpleasant odor.
I will be back in good old New England on Monday.
I know, it's been a while since I updated. Work is better - I've gotten used to not having a cubicle. I spend most of my time in lab, anyway, so it doesn't matter too much. The sucky project I was working on got shoved onto another group, so that's good. Plus I've been going in on some weekends to do instrument maintanence, which is extra dough. Extra dough is tasty goodness
Dresden Dolls tomorrow! YES! I'm going to henna my hair bright red tonight, and I have an awesome black sequined skirt that I picked up for 5 bucks. It's too big, but I still have time to alter it. But I'm not going to do it right now, because it's an awesome day and I'm going to go outside for a bit.
Dresden Dolls tomorrow! YES! I'm going to henna my hair bright red tonight, and I have an awesome black sequined skirt that I picked up for 5 bucks. It's too big, but I still have time to alter it. But I'm not going to do it right now, because it's an awesome day and I'm going to go outside for a bit.
I have a cold.
Work sucks because of stupid incompetent people.
I'm being moved from my cubicle to a room in another building. Instead of having a cube to myself I'm now going to have to share one large room with at least ten other people. We each have our own desk - it's like a fucking classroom. My desk faces the wall, and I'm seated (we didn't get to pick our own desks) next to this woman who has a tendency to snap her gum. My boss (who now has his own office, rather than a cube) said he'd work on getting little partitions for the desks, but that probably won't happen.
I could be optimistic about the whole thing, but I'm sick and I don't feel like it.
Work sucks because of stupid incompetent people.
I'm being moved from my cubicle to a room in another building. Instead of having a cube to myself I'm now going to have to share one large room with at least ten other people. We each have our own desk - it's like a fucking classroom. My desk faces the wall, and I'm seated (we didn't get to pick our own desks) next to this woman who has a tendency to snap her gum. My boss (who now has his own office, rather than a cube) said he'd work on getting little partitions for the desks, but that probably won't happen.
I could be optimistic about the whole thing, but I'm sick and I don't feel like it.
I got my dragon tattoo last week! It totally rocks!
The tattoo isn't that blurry - it's just hard to take a good pic of your own back. Take my word for it, though - it's an awesome tattoo. 3.5 hours total, over two days, and about $400. Good thing I decided not to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras - I'd be completely broke.
Speaking of being broke, I haven't been able to do my taxes yet because I haven't received all of my W-2s yet. Stupid mail system is always loosing my most important mail! Why can't they just loose the junk mail?
I got a bill from the doctor I visited in December. $354. Here are the problems I have with that amount: 1) I had insurance at the time, which should have had a copay of MAYBE $20. 2) I saw a nurse practitioner! I was in there for less than half an hour! It was a general check up! $354 my ass. My name is spelled wrong on the bill, and it says that the insurance company was unable to identify the patient, so hopefully all I have to do is call them, tell them to spell my frikkin name right, and all will be well. But why is the doctor's office charging $354 for a general check up with a nurse practitioner?? Does this make any sense to anyone?
The tattoo isn't that blurry - it's just hard to take a good pic of your own back. Take my word for it, though - it's an awesome tattoo. 3.5 hours total, over two days, and about $400. Good thing I decided not to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras - I'd be completely broke.
Speaking of being broke, I haven't been able to do my taxes yet because I haven't received all of my W-2s yet. Stupid mail system is always loosing my most important mail! Why can't they just loose the junk mail?
I got a bill from the doctor I visited in December. $354. Here are the problems I have with that amount: 1) I had insurance at the time, which should have had a copay of MAYBE $20. 2) I saw a nurse practitioner! I was in there for less than half an hour! It was a general check up! $354 my ass. My name is spelled wrong on the bill, and it says that the insurance company was unable to identify the patient, so hopefully all I have to do is call them, tell them to spell my frikkin name right, and all will be well. But why is the doctor's office charging $354 for a general check up with a nurse practitioner?? Does this make any sense to anyone?
About my week:
All of this week sucked because of work. I worked overtime every day, and still had to go in on Saturday because I didn't have enough time to finish everything.
Friday I went to the dermatologist to find out about a fix for my acne scars. It comes down to this: I could get laser surgery and possibly skin grafts, which would cost $2-3k and wouldn't completely fix it. For right now the doc gave me some antibiotics to get rid of what little acne I have, two different topical creams to help keep it clear and a bleaching cream that will hopefully get rid of the redness. The redness is the worst part - the pock marks on my cheeks aren't great, either, but the redness is more noticeable. I have another appointment in two months.
So on Friday I was disappointed about the whole skin thing, and then I had to go back to work from my appointment because there was so much stuff for me to do. At about 6pm I went to a bar with a bunch of coworkers, but it was boring so I didn't stay all that long. I told this guy I was sitting next to (a coworker from a different department) that I was going to go watch Sci-Fi Friday, and, since he looked kind of bored, asked if he wanted to come along. He did, and stayed until Saturday morning. The only reason he left then was because I had to get back to work and kicked him out. Of my bed. Yes, people, I slept with him! And again last night! He didn't leave today until almost 6pm. We had to move my futon onto the floor because the slats on my bed aren't attached and all the movement made them slide around and fall on the floor.... He's 6'2", and has HUGE feet. I am now an official fuck budy. I have red blotches all over my neck. I'm gonna have to wear a scarf to work tomorrow. He has some teeth marks on his neck... no covering those babies up.
All of this week sucked because of work. I worked overtime every day, and still had to go in on Saturday because I didn't have enough time to finish everything.
Friday I went to the dermatologist to find out about a fix for my acne scars. It comes down to this: I could get laser surgery and possibly skin grafts, which would cost $2-3k and wouldn't completely fix it. For right now the doc gave me some antibiotics to get rid of what little acne I have, two different topical creams to help keep it clear and a bleaching cream that will hopefully get rid of the redness. The redness is the worst part - the pock marks on my cheeks aren't great, either, but the redness is more noticeable. I have another appointment in two months.
So on Friday I was disappointed about the whole skin thing, and then I had to go back to work from my appointment because there was so much stuff for me to do. At about 6pm I went to a bar with a bunch of coworkers, but it was boring so I didn't stay all that long. I told this guy I was sitting next to (a coworker from a different department) that I was going to go watch Sci-Fi Friday, and, since he looked kind of bored, asked if he wanted to come along. He did, and stayed until Saturday morning. The only reason he left then was because I had to get back to work and kicked him out. Of my bed. Yes, people, I slept with him! And again last night! He didn't leave today until almost 6pm. We had to move my futon onto the floor because the slats on my bed aren't attached and all the movement made them slide around and fall on the floor.... He's 6'2", and has HUGE feet. I am now an official fuck budy. I have red blotches all over my neck. I'm gonna have to wear a scarf to work tomorrow. He has some teeth marks on his neck... no covering those babies up.
So, I went to Arisia (a sci-fi con, for those not in the know) this weekend, and had a TOTAL BLAST! It was so much fun! I'm still in happy mode.
Here are some highlights:
I wore a TOTALLY awesome dress - ankle length, black, form fitting, buttons up the front (the buttons are important - I'll explain why in a bit). I ROCK that dress. I had my picture taken by several random guys. Some of them wanted their picture taken with me, as well....
On Friday I went to Rocky Horror - they had actors on stage, next to the projection screen. My friend was invited up on stage to play the part of a microphone. I have pictures to prove it.
On Saturday I went to the Khazadum (excuse me if I misspelled that, I've never really watched that much Babylon 5) party, where they had rocket fuel - water, dry ice, grain alcohol and limeade concentrate. It's fantastic stuff. I also went to a party hosted by the Church of Skank. I was not quite skanky enough to get in, so a guy I know from VT very kindly undid some of the buttons on my dress so I could get in.... I didn't stay very long because the room (a regular hotel room) was packed with people and very hot and steamy.
I danced! Really, I did! There might even be some people who weren't too drunk at the time to remember. I think the reason I don't like dancing in other places is because of comfort - I was so comfortable at Arisia, it felt like I was surrounded by people who weren't judgin me at all, unlike when I go to regular clubs. I always feel like I don't fit in, so people are looking at me, and it makes me really self-conscious.
Anyway. MY WEEKEND WAS BETTER THAN YOURS. So there.
p.s. I'm probably going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras!
Here are some highlights:
I wore a TOTALLY awesome dress - ankle length, black, form fitting, buttons up the front (the buttons are important - I'll explain why in a bit). I ROCK that dress. I had my picture taken by several random guys. Some of them wanted their picture taken with me, as well....
On Friday I went to Rocky Horror - they had actors on stage, next to the projection screen. My friend was invited up on stage to play the part of a microphone. I have pictures to prove it.
On Saturday I went to the Khazadum (excuse me if I misspelled that, I've never really watched that much Babylon 5) party, where they had rocket fuel - water, dry ice, grain alcohol and limeade concentrate. It's fantastic stuff. I also went to a party hosted by the Church of Skank. I was not quite skanky enough to get in, so a guy I know from VT very kindly undid some of the buttons on my dress so I could get in.... I didn't stay very long because the room (a regular hotel room) was packed with people and very hot and steamy.
I danced! Really, I did! There might even be some people who weren't too drunk at the time to remember. I think the reason I don't like dancing in other places is because of comfort - I was so comfortable at Arisia, it felt like I was surrounded by people who weren't judgin me at all, unlike when I go to regular clubs. I always feel like I don't fit in, so people are looking at me, and it makes me really self-conscious.
Anyway. MY WEEKEND WAS BETTER THAN YOURS. So there.
p.s. I'm probably going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras!
OK, I know I haven't been updating as often as I used to, but I'm alive and all is well. Actually, right now, all is way frikkin better than well. All is totally awesome. I just went on a date! I've been dating a lot more than I ever have before (which means maybe once a month), but they've been all first dates. I met this guy for a late lunch, then we went to get coffee. We were out for two, maybe close to three hours.
For some reason I got the feeling that he wasn't that interested. I don't know why. But we're talking on-line RIGHT AT THIS VERY MINUTE, and he wants to know when we're going to go out again!
He's tall, and has dark hair, and green eyes, and wears glasses, and a slightly heavy build. So, basically, exactly the kind of person I'm usually physically attracted to. But, and get this, HE IS NOT A LOSER. In fact, he seems fairly with-it.
OK, I am NOT going to super excited, because shit like this never works out for. Definitely not getting excited.
HE JUST ASKED ME IF I WANT TO GO TO ROCKY HORROR. *swoon*
For some reason I got the feeling that he wasn't that interested. I don't know why. But we're talking on-line RIGHT AT THIS VERY MINUTE, and he wants to know when we're going to go out again!
He's tall, and has dark hair, and green eyes, and wears glasses, and a slightly heavy build. So, basically, exactly the kind of person I'm usually physically attracted to. But, and get this, HE IS NOT A LOSER. In fact, he seems fairly with-it.
OK, I am NOT going to super excited, because shit like this never works out for. Definitely not getting excited.
HE JUST ASKED ME IF I WANT TO GO TO ROCKY HORROR. *swoon*
I made it to Pittsburgh and back for xmas. Monday morning one of my roommates called me there and said that he was going to be driving through there and could he please crash on the floor. Pretty funny, since he and the girl I was visiting and I all went to the same school - mini reunion! He and his friend got into Pitt at about 2:30am. We talked for a bit, they went to bed, then A (girl I was visiting) had to go into work at 4am Tuesday morning. I went with her. She works in a bio lab, and her job involves cutting up human lungs. A guy with cystic fibrosis was getting a lung transplant, so she had to go in and get his bad lungs and dissect them. When we got there, the lungs were waiting for us. They were still warm. I helped cut part of them up. It was awesome. Bloody, and rather icky, but totally cool.
Now I'm home, on New Year's Eve, trying to decide if I want to go out. I could go to a party, but it's an hour away. I think I might go see a movie, then see if my roommate is home and wants to eat pizza, drink beer and watch movies all night.
Now I'm home, on New Year's Eve, trying to decide if I want to go out. I could go to a party, but it's an hour away. I think I might go see a movie, then see if my roommate is home and wants to eat pizza, drink beer and watch movies all night.
