bitterdiva

Naked Heroes

This is pretty much the only image I captured today, along with a pile of figures, several King Arthurs from Holy Grail. I found their naked molded plastic bodies disturbing.

1 prayer | 11:08 PM

Celebratory weekend

Tomorrow I am heading home to the land of the Silent "C" to celebrate my sister's birthday along with mine. No one is going to be available to celebrate my birthday and I don't feel like traveling away from my apartment on that weekend. All the leaf peepers will be on the road making it for a busy and hairy commute.

The next day I'm helping my brother out at a convention he's having. It involves military action figures, and the scary part is, I am looking forward to it. There's other collectors there, people that collect Angel/Buffy/Star Wars/Star Trek items so who knows, I might come home with another toy for my desk. I still have to figure out where I'm going to put my 12" Angel figure.

Tonight, I think I'm going to get some beer at Mahar's and make it a somewhat early evening, since I need to get on the road at 9am. Have a good weekend, and stay out of the papers.

4 prayers | 04:02 PM

Method Acting

This evening, my partner and I worked on our scene at a local establishment after class. Three beers and no dinner make xtine something something.... drunk... yes that's it.

I have to say working in a bar, a place where our scene takes place, made for an interesting evening. I am a rockstar gil, been up and working all day straight, hit $2.50 bottles and bonded. It was a good time, surprised at the crowd there - mostly peeps our age just drinking and having a good time.

I just worry about having to get up at the ass crack of dawn and be functional at work. Heard MC Chris' Fett's Vette on wrpi. I highly recommend this to any Star Wars fan and MC Pee Pants fan. I want candy!

1 prayer | 11:39 PM

Procrastination on Sunday makes for a hated Monday

I assigned myself a little homework this weekend, and the task was to remain at home for one full day. No grocery store running, no consumer buying, no theatre going, nothing. I was successful in that task on Saturday. When I was on the phone with Tracy, I realized that I hadn't been home for more than two consecutive awake hours since last Sunday. And before that, it was Monday.

I have been having some issues with my classes, but also with myself. Comparing my friends with me, being all self-depreciating about the lack of shit that I do. But after therapeutic hysterical crying session with Kris, and conversing with Tracy, I realized that it's not the fact that I do so little, contrary in fact. Every semester the same emotion washes over me, the lack of being able to go out and do fun things with my friends. It's called sacrafice, I need to perform these torturous tasks in order for the rest of my life to be worth something.

Wonder woman, I am not. I'm a web manager, a database wrangler, a student, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter, and a sister. All the various roles I play in my life keep me on my toes. Understand that I work, I'm in class Tuesdays through Thursdays, and lately my work has been following me home like a stalker. Whereas I would love to waste time in front of the television, or in front of the computer, or on a walk to a geocache, it is imperative that I finish all my work work and my class work.

So I end the procrastination in this last paragraph with a brief summation of the weekend. Friday: drizzly drunk with Rick & John at Susie's. Saturday: home. Sunday: cleaned the bedroom, geocached, grocery shopping, dinner cooking, and homework doing. Kris calls me a goddess because I mulled cider and made my turkey meatloaf. I'm ecstatic because I made mashed potatoes.

Have a good week folks, I'll see you all on Friday.

1 prayer | 08:49 PM

Waking with Phish

This morning, I woke up at 5:55 am, with Heavy Things running through my mind. It's a poignant occurrence considering taht I feel like things are falling down on me. From poll I've taken at work, it's been one of those hellacious weeks - and Friday is still remaining to be played out.

My life has consisted of work, class, work, sleep. I feel like I haven't had a chance to breath and when I get a free moment, I fall asleep from the continuous go-go-go. My hand currently consists of six websites and a database. I'm struggling to get things done, and when I feel like I've taken a positive step forward to come up from the seabed for air, the administration tacks on another anchor.

Visual Basic is kicking my ass, and it's only the second week. I never felt this horrible in C++ at RPI, so why should this class make me feel like an ignoramus? Last night was nearly the straw that broke the camel's back, or I should say, had my crying in the bathroom and in the car on the why home. The professor decided that he wanted to see how our skills were progressing and called each of us up to the front of the class to display our knowledge. I called it time to humiliate you in front of class, the guy to the left merely called it a waste of an hour. I didn't know anything he asked me. I knew a shit ton of other things, but not where in the code is the executable statement, the inference statement, and something else which I think I blocked out of my mind.

I came home to get my meatwad on to relieve me of my troubles, I was out cold an hour later. My room is a mess, I need some organization, and I continually think that people just want way too much from me. I need some peace and quiet and a good time.

06:32 AM