[sticky entry] Sticky: Iwanna

Jul. 7th, 2027 05:33 pm
kittydesade: (to-do list)
For when I have free money, or to save up for these things:

Halter Top, Blue and Black only 35
Halter Top Keyhole Front 34
ROund Halter Neck Top, several colors no red 29
Twist Asymmetric Sleeveless Blouse, Black/White only 34 UM
Cut out stretch blouse 25, various colors none olive
Scoop neck cold shoulder flutter sleeve Five colors 30
Scoop neck strappy cold shoulder sleeve 4 colors, 25 probably clearance

July 6 - Lordy? 30 w/ship; 4 Makeup Geek shadows.
July 20 - 4 Makeup Geek shadows, haircut
Aug 3 - 3 Makeup Geek shadows, Makeup case 40
Aug 17 - 3 Makeup Geek shadows

I Ching book 40
Fyrinnae wish list 7.50 ea
Notoriously Morbid Changeling lip overglosses 10 ea

Nyx Lippie Pairs:
Lace Detail & Nude
Honeymoon & ?
Jet Set
Foul Mouth
Subversive Socialite/Oh Put It On
Little Denim Dress
Run the World
Brooklyn Thorn

Look at your Etsy wish list


You need this t-shirt in your life.
Jeans that are not simple Lands End/LL Bean

Graphic Novels
Leaving Megalopolis
Secret Six: Friends in Low Places
Hawkeye: My Life As A Weapon
Hawkeye: LA Woman
kittydesade: (Default)
I slept last night. It took a double dose of melatonin (in hindsight perhaps I should take melatonin and then put down the novel so as to avoid the adrenaline rush that at least felt like it cancelled the stupid stuff out) to do it, but I slept and it was glorious and I didn't even have the hangover the next day. Also as far as the illness goes I'm down to periodic sniffles and the typical wheezing of an asthmatic. Which, ugh, but I figured that second would happen for a few days. No capoeira for me tomorrow, we all three of us are very bad about keeping me sat and not overstraining my stupid broken lungs. I'd blame my teachers not knowing what an asthmatic can't do but no, no, I'm just as bad.


Fun stuff: I budget crunched and determined I did have enough to start buying Makeup Geek shadow pans on this past paycheck, which spreads them out over more paychecks which is very nice. And then I seem to have successfully made will rolls against buying more makeup brushes I really don't need, self, I don't care how stressed you are.

Although since I started this post the day has gotten increasingly faily in small but irritating ways until the UPS software I literally need to do my job blew up and now I'm just stress eating eclairs and want to buy all the makeup until I stop being too rage-y to write. HATE.

I did not so much figure out something about Long Road last night as figure out that I am not too clever to not have to do the thing the way, and so some of that should be easier when I get back to it. I also went ahead and decided that since I haven't been looking ahead at any of the stuff I already wrote for this portion of Malachy I might as well delete it all. Which I did except the last scene because I looked ahead and decided okay, that was the girls and Keith, that seems in character for the conclusion, that can stay. Everything else can go, so now I have a better idea of what I've written and how much I have yet to write and hopefully since I'm not cutting and pasting and measuring anymore, this will go a lot faster. Or it would have today if the day hadn't been full of ducks nibbling me to death.
kittydesade: (sorely fucking tested)
I'm at work. Despite still wheezing. Despite being fucking exhausted. Despite taking melatonin at a reasonable hour last night I still slept like shit and woke up every, say, hour and a half? Somewhere between every hour and every other hour. I am very displeased and would like to exchange these few days of life for a better one goddammit. Preferably one that doesn't involve having to work with plague (there's literally no one else to cover the non-front-of-store operations if Aunt and I both call out and she's sick too so I guess two sick people make one healthy one?) and doesn't involve having plague while asthmatic.

Oh shit ahahahhah the author of the novella? All Systems Red, that Kate Elliott recced to me that turned out to be amazing in a couple of ways is on DW. *waves* Ulp.

I'm so grumpy about being at work. If I could just take the damn day I could sit at home, get novel prep/rewrites done for Starlight and Malachy, Turing Shrugged is pretty well done except for cover art and promo copy holy shit, and that leaves me with editing Long Road and Nerd Girls in the back half of the year assuming working on WL throughout. But no. I have to spend my precious wheezy spoons on day jobligations because no one else is either coming in or is healthy either. GRRRRR. I resent so many things right now. Especially US politics. Not that it has anything to do with my current situation but the health care bill worry is not helping. And oh look, SCOTUS is being awful.

I spent the last three days sick. I don't have anything to report other than that I'm optimistic and cheerful about writing and irritated to pissed off about everything else. Hmm, I do have short story prompts to do, though. Maybe I'll work on those today in between staggering around my desk.
kittydesade: (hey dude)
That was definitely not allergies. She said from her vantage point of On The Couch With A Bucket Of Tissues Next To.

All right, so today's writing will only be brainstorming and wiki-making and we'll see if any of it's coherent later.

I hate being sick so much I cannot even tell you. My sinuses are trying to push my teeth out of my head.
kittydesade: (bad day)
See, self? Capoeira was fine, you did fine, yes even with getting out of breath quicker because congested and also asthmatic. They know you have asthma and can't do the same cardio. You're fine.

The irritatingest part of being me is that I want to be a superhero, so I go do the superhero training with capoeira, but I'm asthmatic which apparently not only means I can't run more than 1/8th of a mile without wheezing but also means I can't keep up when capoeira goes into major cardio mode, which then means I feel like I'm failing and suck at it, which.... well. Honestly it's a miracle I've kept up with this for a couple and a half years. Or possibly a testament to how Tauron I am.

Speaking of asthma, I am so not talking about the health care bill in any detail but I am goddamn lucky I have an out if the ACA goes away and that my asthma isn't worse than it is and that's still not touching the threats to reinstate lifetime caps and I am a tad pissed off at the people who want to murder me and those like me.

... Speaking of health care, of course the second I get home and get some food in me I get the crud that's been going around, full force and hard enough to make me woozy and not able to think. Or work. I was going to get so much done tonight fucking aaaaaaaaaargh
kittydesade: (randomity (nopejr))
I'm having weird capoeira feelings today, which is that after a disastrous game last weekend (not the entire class! Class was overall great! Just one disastrous sparring session/game [they call it a game in capoeira] that left me feeling OH MY GOD I CAN'T DO THIS) I just don't want to go back and face everyone. And by everyone I mean my two teachers who have been the only damn ones there the last few classes. And. Ugh. Anxiety is a fucker who can go die in a brainsoup of some kind. Probably exercise endorphins.

Other than that, hey, either the boy changed his mind about gardening or he did all the things he wanted to do because when I got home yesterday the only thing left to do was to strip off the bed. Which we did after pizza was consumed because of reasons and also being too tired to cook. Pizza will also be consumed tonight, since it's a capoeira night goddammit, never mind what my various weasels say.

In utterly unrelated makeup news, I decided to make my own nudes palette of only mattes because every other palette I have has half shimmer shades and look, I like these but if I want shimmer and sparkle I have literally about a hundred loose powders I can use. Okay? Okay. I figure I'll get me a bigass palette and slowly stock it with various nudes and other potentially useful mattes, muted tones or what have you, to be backgrounds to my sparkle. Because I'm getting sophisticated in my makeup looks, wot! God help me. I've been practicing with the palettes in my care package and I'm slowly getting the hang of it, I think! Very slowly. But still, enough to invest a bit more into the whole thing. If it doesn't work out I can fill the rest of the palette with contours or something. Although the shade and light palette is working out pretty damn good.

Now I just need to conquer this concept of eyeliner as it applies to how I do my eyes. Because what the hell. Also lash curling. I need to get the hang of lash curling.

Writing continues. I owe Starlight three wiki entries as of today, I need to get on that, but those should hopefully go by fast if with a lot of bracket notes. And I've been working on Malachy, and I need to contact an entertainment lawyer because actions have happened that none of you saw. That will probably happen tomorrow on account of today is a capoeira day and I barely have brain as it is. And then I need to figure out how the fuck I'm going to pay lawyer fees, son of a bitch. I forgot about that. Maybe that's what credit cards were made for, though. Argh. Stupid money. If I'm really lucky though the receptionist will listen to the situation and say "Okay that's like half an hour, the fee is $50" and I can just pay. Aaargh why does life cost money.

That's not entirely true. This isn't life this is following an aspiration the smartest way I can manage, and paying people for their time and skills that they earned with effort and time and paying money themselves, and that's all fine. I'm just also annoyed at my own life and lack of sufficient funds to do all the cool shit I really want to do. ... on second thought maybe I'll call an entertainment lawyer now. Just so I have that less of an unknown quantity in my head.

Toooo many things going on at once, and this is me trying to do too many things at once, and I should go to capoeira tonight just so I have to take a couple hours to do what's in front of me, that's physical work with a bit of brainpower for focus and tactics. I need focus and calm and that's not happening right now because too excited about the Redacted. Ugh.
kittydesade: Quote "I have a headache, a badge, and a gun. Behave." (headache badge gun)
The boy is home and apparently not only contracted poison ivy in the last few days (I am SO GLAD I have inverse poison plant allergies) but also shares my CLEAN AND FIX AND TIDY ALL THE THINGS urge. At least until he goes back to work. So apparently today I managed to get him to mop and wipe down the kitchen and he's going to walk around the front of the house and try to find all the poison ivy and poison sumac so I can get rid of it. I'm sure I've mentioned this before here? I'm apparently allergic to English ivy. Not poison ivy. I have no idea why, I'm built backwards, but it makes gardening fun and easier. And then we're also apparently going to flea-treat all the upholstery and bedding that's in the lived-in portions of the house (no cats are allowed in the guest room so that's fine) because it's that time of year again yay.

Speaking of gardens I really need to make both the bread and the bruschetta. Maybe tonight, if I get all my writing tasks done while at work. At the rate things are going I'm going to spend all my time at home either studying or doing household chores. Which isn't bad, just, eek. At least we have quick and easy or frozen food with which to make dinner.

I am a little alarmed at how optimistic I'm feeling given the consistent and pervasive and sometimes successful efforts of the current regime to destroy this country. I mean, nationally things are a shitshow, but locally and personally I actually feel pretty good. It's leading to a hell of a lot of cognitive dissonance, let me tell you.

I called my Senator and got a person. For the first time in a couple months. That might be the way to do it (after trying a couple ways that didn't work so well), send myself an email of the script and leave it in my inbox until it annoys me enough to call or the script changes, then call around lunch. Or midnight if I don't feel up to people-ing. The guy was polite but sounded frazzled and annoyed at everything, which I have some slight sympathy for given that I don't know he's a horrible person who wants the GOP agenda to go through.

(Of course now that I've planned all this for when I get home, that's when two wholesalers call and want this thing and that thing and thirty pounds of merch and seventy five pounds of merch and I don't even know what's going on today. I think I'm just going to keep moving on forward momentum and hope it all works out. At least I'll sleep well tonight.)

(Also the universe keeps sending me invitations to step into writing shit, or at least develop relationships, and it's confusing and scary.)
kittydesade: (serene)
Ooogh okay self, you can do your eyes around your exercises but the rest of your makeup you do need to sit down and do and then maybe you'll be scrambling less to get everything in the right order in the mornings? Oy. Today I had... okay less of a large amount of time than I feel like I did, but still. And I still ended up scrambling because I tripped over my makeup routine. But on the plus side I did my back PT, which I've been neglecting for way longer than I should have. I do need to write down my new makeup routine/order now though, so I don't completely forget it. Given it's new.

I am totes turning in all my credit card points for Sephora gift cards though, in the event that we get to have a girls ditch Con for Sephora hour or two at DragonCon.

I may have gone a bit nuts over the weekend. I tidied up my vanity area so all my boxes fit. Not so much all my stuff, there's a knife box with lipsticks that I need to figure out where they go, but the boxes fit is the important thing. I mopped a little over half the upstairs and 3/4 of the downstairs. Of course I swept up first. I put away a bunch of things that had been hanging out waiting to be put away, took out a bunch of trash, cleaned out the fridge, and did the usual weekend laundry/dishes. Oh, made pizza dough. I was going to make bread dough but by that time it was like 10pm. I sorted out my physics binder so that my indexes for each section were actually goddamn legible. Put away a bunch of crap on the coffee table, wiped that down. Put in the downstairs window AC unit with the help of Uncle Elf Lord.

Spring cleaning a month late? Actually probably this was more to do with having pushed deadlines all last week and weekend and then this weekend not having the boy so I could blast music while I cleaned and deciding THIS PLACE IS A PIGSTY I AM THE WORST HOUSEKEEPER EVER CLEAN ALL THE THINGS. As I do when I just get past a deadline.

Not much else of interest going on. The boy's coming back from his parents' a day late because of illness, which I had better not get dammit. And hopefully he's not coming with rifles or a giant antique lamp or any other weird shit that he's come back with in the past. I have two maj... three major projects to work on, none of which I think are line by line edits? I don't even remember what the hell I was last editing. Starlight is about to hit rewrites in a couple weeks, Malachy is in major overhauls, and The Anthology Formerly Known As White Lightning is in writes ish. So okay. Entirely doable and a lot of fun. But still not much interest just yet. Or at least not the kind of frenetic running in circles screaming my head off interest. That was last week.

(As a random point of interest though, I've been thinking ahead on Malachy and the Lifestyles girls some and I need to watch more things with Taylor Kitsch in them.)
kittydesade: (walking on sunshine)
Okay, so I didn't sleep quite as much as I meant to -- for one thing I was vicariously watching the end of Lost Girl again and for another I fell down a Babylon 5/TV Tropes rabbit hole -- but I did sleep consistently as much as my minimum and it was glorious. Apart from a brief moment of waking up to be annoyed at the heat and change the settings on the AC/fan.

My makeup skills are slowly leveling up! I managed to properly stab myself in the eye with a liner (as opposed to improperly) yesterday and I managed today to sort of do the under-eye shadow, albeit not with the proper blend of colors in the proper order because I was sleepy and in a rush and not blending anything. This is apparently why we invented color shifting eyeshadow to give us a nice multicolor look without having to apply more than one eyeshadow. STILL. Am very happy with my slowly acquired skills. Now I just need more colors of eyeliner...

And, you know, not to be a slowass at getting ready in the morning.

For the first time I feel like I don't actually need to buy anything to go to DragonCon. In part because I won't be cosplaying anything major, it's a lot harder to cosplay when you're busing to DragonCon and I already have all my pieces for all the street-clothes-with-props costumes. That said, I do think I'm going to need to buy a dedicated makeup case or at least find a suitable travel case somewhere for all the makeup I'm going to bring for cackling girlfriends time in hotel rooms. There is going to be so much cackling girlfriend time. I'm really, really looking forward to it.

Of course now that I've said that I realized wait a minute, I don't have a dragon to be Mother of Dragons with, I have a gryphon, I NEED A DRAGON WOODBABY. No, dude. No you don't. And if you do you can get one when the merch hall opens at the actual place where you are budgeting to spend absurd amounts of money, calm the fuck down.

I am looking forward to this weekend. I intend to stay at the house except for capoeira class and do nothing and see no one. I will probably do a lot of house cleaning because I tend to get inspired to do that when I'm home alone, but I might just sit and read all day. It'll be wonderful!
kittydesade: (bad day)
Well. I had every intention of getting more sleep last night. And I went to bed not necessarily early-early, but a half hour early or so.

And then the boy woke me up at 2.30 in the fucking morning, not that he meant to but I woke up, and I didn't get back to sleep till 4.30 in the goddamn morning because my brain is a fucker that likes to torment me and not let me sleep and my nervous system joined in the act with the too-sweaty-too-itchy-too-cold-in-this-one-spot shenanigans and now I'm at work, exhausted, AGAIN. YAY.

I am so goddamn tired spending $200 on makeup so I could get to Platinum status on Ulta seemed like a good idea. That is how damn tired I am. Besides, if I'm going to do that it's going to be with my girlfriends at DragonCon. At this point it's probably a good thing that I already got all the other really expensive shit I wanted. Frye Boots mostly.

I feel like there should be more to this entry but you know what? No. I'm going to go home, heat up some spaghettios, take off at least the most colorful and smeary parts of my makeup and pass out for an hour. Then I can figure out what I should be doing other than writing. Well, rewriting.
kittydesade: A stack of old, slightly tattered cloth-bound hardbacks next to a porcelain cup of tea on a saucer (quiet day of reading)
Okay, I exist again. But I am too goddamn tired to capoeira today. Partly physically from doing yardwork around everything else, mostly mentally from finishing up TS in two goddamn days with [personal profile] lireavue and getting it all submitted and filling out the world's most absurd author application on this one website and I was so punchy by the end of it. You guys. So punchy. But that's done and the Anthology Formerly Known As White Lightning got somehow bashed into place with a shitload of punchiness and drugs and now I can collapse for the next few days and just write/plan Malachy and Starlight. So that's good. Albeit oh my god I just want to sleep forever.

I did hit the point with Starlight where I realized it needs a full tear-down rebuild, which is fine. I'll do that for July Camp Nanowrimo! And because I'm lazy and don't want to keep track of everything I'll set a goal of full novel length and copy scenes into it wholesale because nyah. And it's Camp and the rules are more lax with Camp than with regular Nanowrimo. Hopefully this works out as well as the second drafts of Malachy and Turing Shrugged seem to have done.

... and now that most of the day jobligations are over I'm falling asleep at my desk, which means skipping out on capoeira was probably the right call.

I still need to do the garden weeding but it sounds like the boy got most of what was needed as far as gardening and taking plants down and all that other crap. I still have every intention of doing a massive housecleaning over the next few days while he's gone and I only have to deal with my mess. We'll see how that goes, if I can recover from this tired quickly ish. The push over the last two-three days was bad enough, but today's mass shootings hit both my home where I grew up (okay not in Alexandria but DC proper but STILL) and nearish to another branch of the family and that can't have been good for my brainpan.

So. Yeah, I think the order of operations of the day is go home, eat pizza maybe brainstorm some more for Starlight or fix some more of Malachy, do the weeding, and then sit curled up with makeup or knitting or cross-stitch or something equally relaxing and leave the internet off until the hour of nightly reminders. And go to bed early because this exhaustion is bullshit and I'm almost tired enough not to want the boy to go home but, eh, he should see his folks. But I'm so damn tired.
kittydesade: (to-do list)
I swear I exist, but I just spent the last 48 hours going through Turing Shrugged with [personal profile] lireavue to take out all the little dinky edits and strikeouts and bracket notes and so on so I could format it for submission to this one press and I have absolutely no brain left I was hoping to get it done in one day, but apparently it's a two day job.

(This should actually feel way more impressive than it is given that the damn thing's almost 100k words long. And we went through it in two days.)

Anyway. Tomorrow will be the great reformatting and then both of those PitMad submissions will be off and the third one... mmph. And then I can get back to the five other projects I have in progress.

Well, two and one that needs tweaking. AGAIN. Fucking New Amsterdam.
kittydesade: (Default)
Three. Three bites on the twitter machine. Okay then. Two of which seem to be presses I would like to submit to! And for the same novel, too. I don't even know what's going on but sure, why not. If I can stop hitting my head on things or getting disoriented for no damn reason. More emotionally than physically though, so at least it's not a health problem. Just a feeling overwhelmed problem.

Also US politics is balls and US politicians, or at least 60% of them, suck all the joy and hope out of everything. Brought to you by my first day of "wait I have to do writing work ugh" in a while.

Bit by bit. Day jobligations at least are light today, and I'm getting a fair bit of writing work done. Some in Malachy, some working on the queries for the pitches halp. Which is to say I should be able to get all of those off by Monday, but halp anyway. I'm going to reward myself with an Ulta order once I finish with Malachy, I have no idea what I'll reward myself with for getting all my submissions done. A day of doing nothing but sprawling in the sun and reading maybe. Something. I don't know.

That's okay though, I got a care package from a friend and it's full of makeup and you guys have no idea how much fun I'm going to have playing with this. So much fun. Maybe that'll be my reward for getting the submissions done, playing around with the makeup and practicing my pressed powder skills, which are still kind of urk but slowly getting better.
kittydesade: a bright red queen chess piece at the head of a diagonal line of white pawns on a white background (red queen running)
I saw Wonder Woman! I had Thoughts! Spoilery spoilery thoughts )

I think I have run out of words on Wonder Woman. We went and saw a 10.30 showing because it was that or this coming Saturday due to the boy's and my schedule, ugh. We got home at 1 in the morning and went to bed at closer to 2 and ugh. But it was so worth it. I did cry at the No Man's Land scene, and several other places as the boy keeps reminding me with amusement. And there was one part towards the beginning when every woman in the audience was audibly laughing for several minutes. I'm pretty sure anyone who's seen it knows exactly the scene I mean, it was just... the shared knowledge and experience of women.

But ugh, am exhausted. I can't tell if I'm exhausted and sneezing because I'm sick or because I didn't sleep much last night and there are allergens out there. And besides that no, Elf Lord, I do not need to stand back and let the guys do the heavy lifting, I'm tired, not weak or incapable. I swear, most of the time the men in my family/at my work (one and the same these days anyway) are okay about such things but sometimes they take the weirdest streak of "no, let me lift that."

Dude. You literally hired me to be your shipper/handler and sling the heavy boxes. What up with that.

Probably driven by my lack of sleep I did PitMad on twitter and got not one but two bites at the apple on the first round of tweets so, um, yay? I have no idea about one publishing company but the other at least looks solid. I'm leaving out the book currently in a state of [redacted] and all the older books that I haven't looked at in ages and probably could use a rewrite because I was a different writer ages ago. Yeah, we'll leave those out. But still. Turing Shrugged got a bite. Long Road got a bite. Two different books got bites, what even. I'll do another round of tweets tonight I guess. What the hell right? Apparently this is the year for unexpected metaphorical heart attacks. Better than literal ones.

Um. Okay, for my own future reference it seems like it's thirty minutes from the inciting event to where I can calm down and think about anything again. But in the meantime, keep working on the current projects, keep working on Helix, keep moving there, pick up... something. Pick up and try to resume normal routines? I don't even know what knocked them out of whack this time. No, wait, I do, birthday week festivities. So, all right. Pick languages back up next week, I think with Arabic it's about time to start on the grammar if I can flip through the alphabet book this weekend and determine that I'm as good on the letters as I'm going to get without attaching them to words regularly. And sort through my mental Workshop, and away we go.

I mean none of these nibbles might turn into anything but boy it's exciting isn't it!
kittydesade: (fragile heart)
Well, developments on [redacted] continue at a pace that keeps tripping me up even if the steps to it amounting to anything are endless and infinite and the chances are slim ish? But it's not helping me quiet the screaming running goblin in my head. Screaming like a foghorn. Or a tornado siren might be more apt. Argh.

The difficult part about this is it keeps lurching forward and then nothing for weeks and then someone will ask something and we're lurching forward again and I go pinwheeling off balance. Argh.

Anyway. Now I need to contact an Expert and actually I probably need to contact several Experts to get the right one and I already had to wait until I was exhausted and out of fucks to give before I contacted someone to ask for some research for Malachy and ugh I'm tired again just thinking about it. And today's going to be an even longer day for fun reasons but still, and then tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and I just want a goddamn day off. Aaaaargh.

But today's going to be a longer than usual day because I'm going to see Wonder Woman after capoeira class today, so I ought to be in a ready for combat and badassery type of mood but still, we're not going to get home until after 1. And I can kind of do this because I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and won't have to leave the house until half an hour later than usual, but I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. And mostly I just want things to stop for a few minutes so I can breathe and rest. I'm kind of staying on top of things? But I want to be able to take a week off so I can catch my breath and that's not likely to happen until DragonCon. Which is DragonCon.

Maybe I can compromise and take a couple hours a day off in a few weeks and just go home early. Or just spend a week getting 8-10 hours of sleep a night and otherwise fucking off when I do get home, and being a normal person who just has a day job. Actually that might be the thing to do. Sometimes I forget how many things I try to cram in a day. Heh. I see you all back there.
kittydesade: A white feather quill laying across an open book with yellowed pages (am scribing)
I still haven't seen Wonder Woman yet. I know, I know. I'm being good and waiting for the boy so we can see it together. Although after last weekend I don't know why. I was all asleep all set to go to capoeira in the morning, wake up at 6am and roll over expecting to see him snoring next to me and no boyfriend. It's six in the morning. The fucking birds are singing, the sun's streaming through the balcony door and into the bedroom, and what the fuck. Cue panic, texting, wondering where the hell he is. Of course he's on his way from game. At six in the fucking morning. Without texting me to let me know he's been late up talking to the Dwarf. He brought home apology donuts but still, I cancelled capoeira because there was no way I was going to be able to stay up to yell at him, go back to bed at 7-7.30, wake up again early enough to change and get to class and be awake enough to do goddamn anything. And this fucked up my entire sleep schedule for the weekend and now I'm half asleep at work and I'm still pissed off.

But I did get the goddamn synopsis done, with one bracket note remaining in until I can go home and look up exactly which damn demon lord that was. Now I think the next week is apparently going to be all Malachy all the time because of Redacted while I wrap my head around it. At least most of it is typing shit up and getting things logged and hopefully I won't have time to panic. Because oh boy wow there is panic. And vicarious happiness because it means a friend [redacted] that [redacted] is going to [redacted] but .... nngh. If this all pans out you guys I am going to explode.

(I wouldn't expect any of these things to become unredacted anytime soon, so I'll try not to talk about it too much. But my head's about to explode.)

On the plus side, my urge to buy all the makeup has dropped now that I have an urgent project to work on and a sense of joy and hope again. Politics is seriously draining my energy and getting me down and ugh. It's hard to be hopeful or energetic about working on my writing when I'm writing it to publish it myself and so on, especially in this kind of environment. And way too easy to get distracted by shinies.

Still. I managed to do some Helix murderboarding last night! And Malachy is sort of falling into place once I apply pressure on the pieces and ass-glue to get it all written down. So that's good.
kittydesade: (facepalm - dean)
Doing better than I expected, I think because tight calves and lower thighs prevented me from doing much last night. I did do enough to have at least two sequences memorized so I can try going over those when I get home tonight, I forgot to go over them this morning. A lot of my problem is I need to go into queda de rins/queda de cuatro and get out of it more and more so it becomes habitual rather than an easy sequence that still requires thought. But yeah. Oof.

(The sequences, so I have some place to remember, are: meia lua, queda de rins, tesoura / chapa, drop back to a tight role, cabecada.)

(I hope I got that second sequence right.)

I'm having a fit of BUY ALL THE MAKEUP TOOLS AND PRODUCTS RECOMMENDED IN THE VIDEOS. I can tell this is stress and exhaustion talking, I already got a shitload of makeup products (seriously you don't want to know how much money I spent trying to figure out foundation shades and then just accumulating new products and tools) and I don't goddamn need more until I figure out a routine for these. But oh my god the urge is very strong. I keep having this urge to get five different brushes and two different types of foundation stick for contouring in three shades and and and and. And I still want the Cover FX Enhancers for shining like a disco ball. And.

This is definitely stress and exhaustion talking.

Does it count if I stress buy things for care packages for other people?

I did stress buy a lash curler if that counts, but I'm not entirely sure how this works and if it should feel like pinching when I do and whether or not it does anything. How do I even do this. How do I tell if it's working? Maybe I'll try it tomorrow when I'm not half asleep and have half my makeup on and half washed off.

This is irritating. I got home, I had a lot of stuff I was going to do, and I got through the first part of it which was trimming a whole lot of crap down and then I sat down to eat dinner and my brain never reactivated. I got upstairs and tried the lash curler and petted a cat and cut tags off my clothes and then everything shut down once I got downstairs and I couldn't even pick a tv show to watch. This is problematic considering I have a synopsis to write. Sigh. I will try again tomorrow.
kittydesade: (and so good night)
Why is life. Why are bodies. Why can't I just have a busy day a work and then go to capoeira without my legs seizing up in the calves and lower thighs? Why can't I have that?

Tired. So very tired. But I did get a full day of work and writing and capoeira done, so that's not nothing. I still hate the White Lightning story and barring a miracle that anthology is so not getting out on time, but at least it'll get out eventually. I'm working on it, just. Argh. Plus Starlight is going well, plus Malachy and Nerd Girls are/should be going well, so there's that. As well as can be expected in a day when anything can derail me into a we're all going to die because of Spray-Tan Castro's ego spiral.

I don't have any new makeup squee for you today. I did another round of the Nyx highlighter drops under powder and over primer, it seems to work reasonably well but not any significantly better than the powder highlighter I have. Although it's not any more expensive either, which is good. I really definitely want to try the Cover FX enhancer drops for entertaining HI I'M A DISCO BALL ON LEGS, but that'll have to wait possibly till Christmas. $42/bottle whaaaaat (although truthfully it'd probably take me a year to use it all. Still.) But yeah, no new makeup insights or fun and games today. I'll try out the Kat von D contour palette tomorrow. Practicing palette shadows is evidently going to have to wait for a weekend, because the last two nights I've been doing it while exhausted and baggy under the eyes at the end of the day and that seems like a poor plan.

Also I took three tries to spell palette so maybe I'd better totter off to bed now.
kittydesade: (beautiful day)
Last night's adventures in palette eyeshadow didn't go so well. More tutorial videos! And more practice. And I'm reasonably sure at least part of it is due to using loose powders so much and expecting immediate lots and lots of color, rather than tapping off the brush and layering it on so it doesn't smear everywhere. I also seem to not have a suitable range of brushes? Or at least I don't know how to properly use the brushes I have to make the best use of them. But. Okay, so tapping off the color more, more layers and patience and less slapping it on there, it's not the loose powders the pigment isn't going to be that strong that instantly, and more layering of shades and less... something. I'll figure it out. And watch that video another three times.

And no, self, you really really really don't need more makeup I promise. Really. You've already got a care package coming and bought enough over the last several days.

(I swear I am set for foundation at least until the end of the year. It's absurd.)

I seem to have reached the part of writing White Lightning stories, or at least this last one, where I hate it and it sucks and the entire thing is awful and why did I think this would be a good idea anyway. I love that phase no really. ... Well, I don't hate it? At least by this point it's very familiar. Outside of the usual malaise I do have the sneaking suspicion something went wrong in the setting up of the story, but I'm not sure what so at this point I'm just trying to push through to the end. Yay.

Plus side, Starlight is going swimmingly. As much as it can when I fucked up the first have and will have to retroactively match it to the back half. But oh well. I'm really proud and pleased with how that's going even with that one side quest that took over way too much ground, and I think once I get it back it'll be reasonably good. Something. There were words here.

I need more boot boxes for my boots now. Well, a box for my boots because right now they're laying flat over my sock and sundries bins. I would also like my closet to be a little more finished instead of basically drywall, and also to have a light in it, but that's a whole other problem. Maybe I can discuss it with the boy tomorrow. We also need to figure out this whole flamethrowing the weeds thing, and the arborists thing, and figure out when we're going to start trying to heat gun the paint off the walls. Fixing up a fixer upper would be so much easier if we had the money to pay other people to do it and live in a hotel for six weeks. But on the other hand, heat guns and flamethrowers are fun too. So is painting and housework, really. The trick is finding the goddamn time.
kittydesade: (morning ugh)
I was so gleeful to get my boots back that I got the boy to teach me how to shine boots like he was taught in the military, and apparently this involves fire. Guess who spent the better part of an hour last night lighting boot polish on fire. You get three guesses and the first two don't count.

(Of course this led to a number of amusing conversations where he'd say in a very long-suffering voice "It's on fire" and I'd be all "Yeah, I know, I know" with a grin that would probably be unnerving if he didn't know me well.)

Still watching too many makeup videos of how to do a this eye and that eye and cat eye and one eye two eye red eye blue eye I need more palettes and also two weeks of paid vacation time where I can just sit and fuck around with this stuff. Having dug out a really old smoky eye type neutrals palette (okay not that old but still) and messed around with it I have discovered that I am actually messier with palettes than I am with loose powders. Which is entirely the lack of practice, but still. 2017 is the year of escapism by makeup. The Urban Decay primer potion is also A Primer, for experiment noting, but the applicator is terrifyingly pokey. Why, Urban Decay. Why do you want me to stab myself in the eyes.

(I could just use shape tape but I want to conserve that for the luggage I'm carrying around under my eyes.)

I have no idea where the day went. I did get most things done but not nearly as much of it as I meant to while at work, meaning by the time I got up to play with makeup it was late and i was exhausted. For a day when I didn't actually have shipping to do it turned out to be surprisingly busy. Restocking and organizing will do that, I suppose.

Blegh. Maybe tomorrow I'll take another shot at palette/pressed powder shadows and actually get something out of it. And if that doesn't work, I do at least know what I'm doing with the loose powder ones! Something I never thought would happen. Heh.


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