Sad

I'm reading my friend's backdated blog posts from earlier this month, and there are tears streaking down my face. She had a tragedy early in December, and I was (am) 2000 miles away, instead of right there where I felt that I should have been. But she has friends and family, people closer to her than I am, and I trusted them to get her through it. I didn't want to bother or poke and prod. I hope I can offer my condolences next time I'm home; I hope I can see her then, offer whatever she needs. I wish I had been keeping up with her blog, or any bloggers, so I could have commented when she posted, but I haven't. I've been busy and not spending as much time reading the blogs of people I know as I should be. I can't even imagine what she's going through. I love you Ginger!

time for...umm... cleaning!

My room is an unholy disaster (or at least it was about 40 min ago). I need to get up at 5am. Instead of sleeping, like I should be, and am tired enough for, I am cleaning. Does anyone else see the backwards in this? I could very well clean tomorrow, but I don't know if I could sleep in this mess of a room one more night, so cleaning. It's much better now, though the eradication of the Giant Dust Bunnies of DOOM!! will have to wait until tomorrow, when I can run the vacuum without waking my room mate.

Lent is a four letter word

Today, I decided to give up something for Lent. This is the first time I've ever done this. I'm not really into giving things up, especially when I like them. And what's the point of giving something up for Lent if you don't like it in the first place? This one is gonna be a doozy too! Are you ready for it?

Are you SURE!?

Well, here it is...

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CHOCOLATE! Yes, that's right, I am giving up chocolate for Lent. She of the constant having of chocolate chip cookies, the near daily mocha, the lover of all things chocolate (especially dark), is giving up chocolate for Lent. Really, the largest downside to this plan that I see is that I'm going to have to find a new caffeine delivery system, because I NEED my caffeine! So, I figure that when I walk into Dunn Bro's Coffee in the morning, and the person behind the counter asks me if I would like my usual small skim mocha with whip (yes, they know me there, what of it?), I will have to politely inform them that for some crazy reason, this crazy woman decided to nix chocolate 'till Easter and ask instead for a small chai latte.

This should be an interesting few weeks. I'm going to have to stock up on fruit flavored hard candy, because I need something sweet!

How long is it 'till Easter???

laundry day

I just washed:
3 pairs of jeans
1 sweatshirt
2 t-shirts
1 camisole
2 bras
all my socks and underwear

in the bathtub because my washer still doesn't work! Annoying roomie's dad thought he fixed it, and it does indeed spin now, but it doesn't fill with water. This is getting ridiculous! Normally I would just take my laundry to my parent's house to wash it, but all my work clothes were like 6 days dirty (in a place where you really only want them 3 or 4 days dirty) and I don't have time tomorrow before work to go clean them. I'm probably gonna need to run the dryer for 2 cycles to get them all dry. Oi!

In other news, I have a purring cat sitting on my lap, chewing on my sweatshirt string.

love, hate, as long as there's passion!

Were The World Mine

Make The Yuletide Gay

I have a love/hate relationship with romantic movies. I love them because they make me happy and feel good. I hate them because they remind me that I don't have anyone, and I would really like to have someone!

This post brought to you by the viewing of:
Make the Yuletide Gay
Were the World Mine

Yes, I am a straight female getting sappy and boyfriend wanting over two gay movies, what of it, they're sweet! And Were the World Mine has some great music!

OMG, if you haven't seen it, you must, and then you should watch the guy who plays Timothy, oh so gay, esp while dancing. Love It! So very Hay Gurl Hay!

The continuing saga of crazy room mate

I have people coming to dinner tonight. This means I have to use the kitchen a lot today. I have to cook and bake and clean and stuff. All my dishes as of now are clean. I clean them in small groups shortly after I use them so they don't pile up and get annoying to me and everyone else. Sane roomie did hers last night, and now she just has a small bowl and a cup or something like that. Crazy roomie on the other hand, has had dishes piling up for a week. She has all of our sauce pans dirty (which I will need to use), one of them has water and some unknown foodstuff in it. It would be fine if she put the water in a little bit ago in preparation for washing her dishes, but she didn't. No, that water and foodstuff have been siting in that pan for a week. She also has a skillet, another pan, and a bunch of cups, bowls, plates, and flatware. It's a giant freaking pile of dishes.

Now, I see no reason why I should have to wash that pile of dishes. I keep up with mine in a timely fashion, I don't let them pile like that. They are hers, and she has had ample opportunity in the last two days (at least) to do them. Instead of washing her dishes, she takes a loooooong ass bath, or plays computer games, or does who knows what the hell else. She cleans the already clean living room, instead of cleaning the giant stinky pile of dishes containing pots and pans that are for communal use. It's not right or nice of her to dirty them and then leave them for a week so we can't use them unless we wash them ourselves.

So, I get up this morning, and know that I'm going to have to ask her to do her dishes. So I'm in the kitchen putting away the clean dishes from the sink and counter so she doesn't have that excuse to work with. I say "Hey CR, can you do your dishes today?", and she says "Yeah, ok.", in a way that makes it clear she won't be and thinks I'm a crazy bitch for asking such a reasonable question. I tell her I would like them done by 4 since I have to cook and I have people coming over that evening. I wrote all this on out message board Tuesday night BTW. She says she's not going to be able to do that. She says, You could just do them Kira, and I inform her that they're her dishes and she is more than capable of cleaning them herself. She says that's not what she meant and I know it. I don't know what else she would have meant by that. SO I say that they are her dishes and she can clean them, I clean my dishes in a timely fashion since it's gross and rude to leave them so long; and if she can find time to take a long bath or play computer games, she can do he dishes. Through this I am very calm and reasonably rational. She on the other hand is getting mad and stubborn. She tells me to just do the dishes Kira, I do yours. She does not do my dishes. If she is on a cleaning jag and I have a few things sitting there she does them, but it's never a pile like this. And I would rather she didn't do them. So she tells me that I should just stop saying things out loud since she's not listening anyway.

This is what I have to deal with. There is absolutely no talking to this girl! I was perfectly justified in all of my calmly stated arguments, and she refuses to clean her dishes! So I will be cleaning the ones I need, and putting the rest of them in a bag in the basement. I tried reasonable, now I'm gonna go for drastic.

GrrArgh

I am looking for a new place because the roommate of doom is getting to be too much to deal with. I really really hate looking for apartments. What's online on these apartment search sites can not possibly be all there is, but it's the easiest thing to look for, and I hate having not enough money. But I do have more money than I had, so that helps. Where do you people look when you're trying to find an apartment?

I either want a studio for just me, or a 2 bed for me and the roommate that I like and also can;t stand anymore of the roomie of doom. Good roomie doesn't want to spend much more than we're spending now, so it just might be me all on my own, though I think she has it in her head that the only place we're gonna be able to find it gonna be like $2000/month each or something. Wish me luck, and give me advice please! Also, Cindy, wanna live with me?

Wanderlust

So, I was going to write about how I got a freaking job, but I'll leave that till later. Right now I'm going to write about the crazy that is my head. (and seriously, could I start more posts with "so"?)

If you know me, you know that I'm crazy. Not certifiable, but bad enough. One of those crazy aspects is how...not contrary, but I can't think of the right word right now, I can be. But I like things that are opposite of each other. I like black, but I also like very colorful things, for example. I'm a homebody, but I love to travel. I want to stay in one place for more than a year, but I'm always looking for a job somewhere else.

The thing that got me posting this was looking at this picture on Dooce's website. When I was in Oregon last summer, I couldn't wait to get home to flat land. And the instant I got home, I wanted the mountains back more than anything. I wanted to go back to Arizona and see the red rocks, the high desert, the beautiful mountains of Colorado, the dry heat and wonderful scrub of Santa Fe. God I miss it! And the whole time I was in Oregon, I was yearning for green. I wanted green grass and rain and leafy trees and green grass! Everything was dead and tan/brown. But when we got through California and into Arizona a little way, I started to fall in love. It was beautiful! I loved driving down a mountain pass into a valley and seeing it all stretched out before me. What I wouldn't have given to have been able to pull over and wander off to take rolls and roll of photos. Black and white that I could develop in the darkroom I don't have. I wanted to set up the perfect shot, swim in that pool we found (but was too cold to go in).

I wanted to stay in Sedona and Santa Fe for days, weeks. I want to move there and drink in the dry heat, bake in the sauna of the desert. Explore and live and run away from giant bugs and complain about the heat and work and play. I want to go back so bad! I want to see the rest of the desert, take pictures of rocky outcroppings miles past where Jesus lost his sandals.

But at the same time I want to go here and here and see trees covered in moss, and streams running through forests. I want to go back to England and explore the grassy hillsides, commune with the sheep. I want to go to huge cities in the hustle and bustle, or in calmer neighborhoods of those same busy cities. I want to go to Europe and find tiny bookstores tucked in side alleys in the Italian countryside. And in any of these places, I could probably live happily...at least for a while. At lease until my feet start calling again, wanting to wader away into that good night.

But God do I miss the high desert and the mountains. I want to spend time in Colorado some day. I want to move to Phoenix with my friend, see what a sprawling city is like, instead of one that goes straight up. But the contrary part of me is, I look at pictures of the red rock mountains of Utah and Arizona and I gasp and the beauty and the longing, but I have the same result when I look at pictures of all the green in the English countryside. I don't know id I'll ever be completely content to settle in one place, if my wanderlust will ever be sated. I guess only time will tell. If would probably help if I actually wandered a little too!

Precipitation

It's raining. That was fine last night when I was all snug in my house enjoying the long missed sounds of a thunderstorm, but today I want it to be dry! Today I have plans to go to art fairs, and they are no fun in the rain! If I knew it was going to keep raining, I would have stayed asleep; I'm so tired. And oddly enough, I don't really feel like reading. So I think I'm gonna go and start cutting out my mom's purse while watching Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles. The only problem with this plan is that my hands hurt. I think I've been using them too much. And after typing out a few blog posts last night, I think typing might be a contributing factor to my hand pain as well as sewing/knitting/work. This whole pain thing is really not fun and I would like it to stop now kthnxbai.

Oh dear God

Knitting is usually a nice relaxing hobby for me. I spend a movie or two calmly knitting together some sock or lace shawl or other, and come away from the whole experience feeling some sense of accomplishment and relaxation. Well kiddies, NOT TODAY!

Let me just tell you, knitting for 13 hours on a deadline is possibly one of the least relaxing things you can do while not risking the potential of grievous bodily harm at the hands of fate or some horrible person who wants to torture you. And we all know, fate is a cruel bitch. I am tired and I am sore, and at this very moment, I want very much to never pick up a knitting needle ever again. ...Well, no, that's not true, well at least the part about not wanting to see a knitting needle. But I am sore. My hands hurt, my arms hurt, my back and knees and head and neck all hurt. And I'm not done yet! I have to do this all again tomorrow...errr, later today. Why did I knit for so long today if it wasn't fun, you may ask? I did it so my room mate's mom can bring the comfort shawl I'm knitting to her friend in the hospital. And hopefully she'll only be there for a few more days, so I want to get it done by tomorrow night so Meg can give it to her friend. And so I can get monies. No no no, I'm not doing this for free. I'm also not doing it at cost. I am broke and there are many things I would have rather spent my day doing, than knitting almost two skeins of Homespun. I have about 24 more rows left in the second skein, but I just couldn't do it any more. My hands are really starting to revolt. Though if I find enough to read on the comp tonight, maybe I'll go get my work from the living room and see if I can finish that last skein up.

But hey, I watched some movies, and some of Wonderfalls, that was fun at least. Got to see Karl Urban wearing pretty much nothing and swinging swords around. (bonus points if you can name that movie) So now, I am going to read some lovely Star Trek fic, and then go to bed. Then I'm going to get up, shower, knit if I have time, go to parents house, go to musical, come home, and finish knitting. It should actually be done by tomorrow night...hopefully. If it's not done by midnight, I'm going to bed because I have to work at 10am on Monday, which means I have to get up by 8am. Oi.

Arachnophobia

There are itty bitty tiny spiders all over my room and I don't know why or where they came from. They're mostly congregating in the corner by my lamp, but there were some on my desk and by my window and I'm really creeped out. Icky!

Ok that took long for a whole lot of nothing

I finally figured out how to get my display language back to English. It was stupidly easy, and thats all I'm gonna say about it.

Anyway, I've been gone from here for a while! Still broke.

Dad gave me a new hard drive for the laptop I'm using and I have successfully loaded Windows XP onto it. YAY! I'm not running Linux anymore! And now I should be able to connect my old HD to this comp and get my stuff off of it/use it on there. I'm so excited! Now I have to go find a pretty picture for my desktop, because this whole default rolling hills thing isn't really working for me.

And by pretty, I men pretty boys. Hallelujah!

HELP!!!!!!

I don't know what I did, but now my top navigation bar and all buttons and text relating to using blogger are in a different language! I can post in English, and all the stuff I have posted (all user content) is in English, but everything else is in like Arabic or something. How do I fix this!!???!!??!?!?!?!?!

Look...more paint

I'm painting my parents' fence surrounding the yard.  I am doing this for money, so I am all for it.  the only problem is that it's a lot of fence. This is not a small yard, and the fence is at least as tall as me in all places, taller in most.  About half of it has large bush roses growing in front of it, and I would rather not a) scratch myself to hell, or b) ruin the bushes. Mom said something about putting a large board down and/or having someone hold them back while I paint.  Well, I'm going to go paint for a few hours tomorrow, and I will be starting on the parts not covered by thorns. There is a significant portion of the fence (i.e. the other half), that I should be able to get done. I'm gonna break out the rollers tomorrow, so hopefully the rest will go faster than the first little bit I did with a brush.  Yeah...that was fun.  oh wait, no it wasn't.  but it will all be worth it.  Wish me luck!

Grrargh!!!

He snuck out the back, he won't come in.  I have to go to church!!!

Just maybe...

I'll get one of these to replace it.  I really want one!!!

And I would totally get it engraved.  It would say:

Finally!  Kira's ipod!

Thanks Mom!

Or maybe it would say something different.  Maybe it will be a long time before I get one, or maybe I will never get around to getting one.  But one thing is for sure, I need NEED NEED!! an MP3 player.

*le sigh*

Lost: One MP3 player

I can't find my MP3 player!  It's as if I am missing a limb, I swear!  I listen to that thing constantly, and I've been missing it since I moved on Monday.  I am so sad!  Granted, it was only like $85, but still!  I love that darn little thing.  It was so cute and small, but held just enough songs for me, and pictures too!  It fit in my pocket perfectly.  I miss it so much.  I don't think i can cook/back without it, and my driving has  been so much less interesting to listen to.  Ugh, radio only.  I really hope I find it soon!  Woe!

Something for nothing

I want to win something. I enter contests at different places (especially Pioneer Woman) all the time, and gosh darnit, I want to win one of them!!

It's nice to get out of the house part 2

I went dancing last night! It was much of the fun. Mandy and I went out at like midnight, went to one club, danced for a while, then went to another one and continued. And damn does that girl need some cock blocking! Holy God! First off, this girl is taller than me anyway (not hard when you're 5'2"), and then she was in like 4" heels! So she tall, this, has a large ass, and blond. Of course she's going to get creeped on. Me? Not so much. I am the champion cock blocker. I think she had to move me away from someone once or twice, but who's going to creep on me when I'm standing next to the Amazon. Bitch. Love her to death, but I always forget that going out with her is bad for my self esteem until I get to her house and see her. Anyway, it was fun times, got to dance to some good music, and I'm gonna have to hit up both clubs again some time.

Woe

my love of blow pops is warring with my love of my tongue piercing. It's more convenient to take it out when enjoying a blow pop, but then I miss it.

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So pathetic.

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Woe