Monday, November 29, 2010

Do You See What I See?



That's right.  A moving truck.

In my neighbor's driveway.

Can I get an amen?

You've heard the expression 'I will dance on their grave?"

I won't take it to quite that extreme.

But when they're gone I may dance in their driveway.

And if this is just some sort of moving stuff to storage thing, I may cry.  If it's what I hope and pray it is, I will not be at all sorry to see them go.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Shake, Rattle, and Roll

So for the past week or so, I've had a pretty horrible cold.  I hack, I cough, I sneeze.  And I lost my voice for a couple of days.  Oh and I've also had conflicting other problems.  As a result, I've taken so many pills in the past 24 hours that I'm pretty sure if you shook me right now, I'd rattle.

Among these, I've taken:

Vitamin C. 

For obvious reasons.  Vitamin C, according to mayoclinic.com "is a water-soluble vitamin that maintains skin integrity, helps heal wounds and is important in immune functions. It also has antioxidant properties, helping to prevent cell damage by neutralizing free radicals, molecules believed to be associated with aging and certain diseases."  So, per my family's nutritionist's instructions, I've popped a ton of it.




Zinc.


According to a report in the Journal of Infectious diseases, Zinc is scientifically proven to reduce the time of the common cold.








Melatonin.


A sleep aid that I swear by.  I have trouble sleeping on the best of nights, but on nights when I feel about equivalent to fecal matter (that was me making an effort not to use foul language), this stuff is a godsend.






Dayquil.


To mask my cold symptoms so that I can function like a basic human being.








Acetaminophen.


For everything else that's wrong with me and not related not my effing cold.  Bleh.








I've also been drinking Emergen-C and Zipfizz for the Vitamins inherent in them.  Here's hoping I kick this thing soon!

(PS.  Yes, Mom, I spaced all these supplements out appropriately so that I was safe.  Don't worry)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Write or... Else.

I am an obnoxious NaNo-er.  I'm aware that an annoying amount of my tweets and blog posts since November has started have been about my novel.

If you're annoyed, avert your eyes because here I go again.

I hit the halfway mark last night.  A day behind schedule, but hopefully I'll manage to get caught up again tonight.  And I owe it all to Write or Die.


Write or Die is an internet-based program (or if you prefer, you can download the desktop version for an measly $10) that basically focuses on Writing and nothing else.  To put it simply... write, or there will be consequences.  In Gentle mode, you are prodded by a pop-up box when you stop writing.  In Kamikaze mode, which I have not been brave enough to use, the program will delete your words if you stop writing.

I have generally been sticking with Normal mode.  This means that I stop writing, a horrible sound starts that only stops when I start writing again.

So far I have been subject to obnoxious buzzing, babies crying, and "Never Gonna Give You Up."

I wonder what torture I'll endure today?

Friday, November 12, 2010

There's a special spot in hell for people like them.

I don't believe I ever gave you an update on our shitty neighbors.

The last action we'd taken was letting our landlord know about the basic harassment that they were performing.  He, in turn, told his lawyer, who drafted a letter basically telling them what we already knew. That we were legally allowed to park on the curb in the cul-de-sac as long as we didn't block anyone's driveway, so to leave us alone.

So now they don't park their only car in their own driveway.  They park it in front of the curb so that we can't.

Assholes.

And NOW they've taken to using a freaking saw when I'm trying to get WORK done.

Hate them.  Hate, hate, hate them.

Monday, November 8, 2010

A Toast to Toasts

Some of my friends and I took a break this weekend and stayed at a hotel on the beach.  I don't need to tell you that drinking was involved.

Watermelon Margarita to kick off the night (delish, by the way)
But among the drinking was a variety of toasting.  Among them were:

"To good times with good friends.  Because I love each and every single one of you. To good friends."

"To doing this again.  To being right back here in three years when we've all grown up."

"To college friends and beyond."

"To expecting a night of the unexpected."

"To the breezes that blow through the treeses..." (You know how this one ends)

So I'd like to take this opportunity to make a toast to toasts.

Here's to toasts.  To the ones that make us giggle.  To the classics.  To the hope for the future and the unknown.  To an excuse to clink glasses and take a drink.  To grinning from ear to ear while tapping your fork against a glass in a crowded restaurant.  To giving us those warm fuzzy feelings towards friends and people that we love to hang out with. To knowing that everyone is having a good time.  Here's to you, toasts.
*Clink*

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A Valuable Lesson

I like where I work.  I really do.

But on Halloween, we offered a Buy One Meal, Get A Meal Free deal.  And so the hoards descended upon us.

Needless to say, I met the end of my shift at four o'clock with a great deal of relief.  I was tired, cranky and wanted nothing more than for people to get out of my restaurant's lobby, where we'd been on a wait since 11:30 A.M.  Or I wanted out of it myself.  But we were low on silverware.  Super low.  And no one left working had any time to roll more.

So I rolled silverware after my shift was supposed to be over for three hours.  I didn't have a chair.  I had a horrible backache from hunching over for three hours.  But I was looking forward to the free dinner that they had promised me and my roommates in exchange for it.

I just got back from that.  I ordered a Pick Three appetizer.  The other three ordered Steak Combos.

I don't think they'll offer me and my friends a free dinner again.

But we did them a service I think.

Don't offer young, poor people free food without some kind of stipulation.

We'll take it and run.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

This is harder than I thought it'd be...

I've been consumed in my writing for NaNoWriMo since... well... the second the clock struck midnight on Monday.  I've been obsessed with my sucky-ass first draft that I am trying my best to convince myself will improve when I finish it and revise it later.  Like Ernest Hemingway said, "The first draft of anything is shit."

So this is what my past three days have looked like:

10 A.M.: Wake up.  Don my fuzzy blue robe and slippers.  Stare in vexation at my open Word document.  Wonder how almost nothing I planned in my outline has happened.

10:15.:  Tell myself to write something.  Write anything.  


10:17:  Amend this last thought after a particularly awful sentence. Don't write that.


10: 20: Take 4 hours to dash out a thousand words.

2:20: Get antsy.  Tell myself that I cannot get up from the computer until I write at least 200 more words.

2:25: Zone out.  Catch myself wandering out of my room and mutter a scold to myself like a crazy person

2:30: Take a deep breath and sprint out 300 words.  Fight the urge to scream as I realize my male main character is not what I wanted him to be and try to just go with who he's turning out to be.

3:30: Let myself get distracted by random writing contests and author interviews.

4:00: Get ready for work almost gratefully.

9:00: Get home.  Eat.  Do what I feel like for a while.  Change into the pajama pants that I've started thinking of as my "writing uniform."

10:00: Resign myself to settling in for a long night of writing more crap.  Like now.  Time to take the plunge.
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