kittydesade: (play your fingers to the bone)
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FUCKING OW. GODDAMMIT, BODY.

Okay, that's not as bad as the all-caps make it sound, but it is really incredibly annoying to even get your teeth cleaned with giant aching cramps. I disapprove. On the plus side, today's lecture consisted mostly of "eh, brush a little harder, your gums are still a little pink." Which is way less of a lecture than I expected! Go go decent dental hygiene habits? Only decent, I swear, but apparently that's enough for now.

I made all the appointments yesterday. Seriously, all of them. And it looks like everyone can meet up the schedule but dear lord I am at the top of my juggling things to do tolerance. And then Anna pointed out that I haven't actually had a vacation since doing all the Yuletide ever, because straight after that we launched into house buying crap and now my head really is exploding. It is really getting to the point where I cannot take on another task, if I do, someone hit me. Hard. Once some of these things calm down I'll be able to do something else but not right now! An organization list will shortly follow.

I will also say, throughout this, my friends and my boyfriend have been amazingly helpful with reminding me of things and doing their fair share of shared workloads. The past month has been a study in I get by with a little help from my friends.

Right now I just want to go home and curl up around my guitar for an hour or two. Fiddle with songs, maybe learn Money For Nothing, and do nothing more complicated than figuring out that that's a slide not a bend. Sadly, I have six more hours of work. At least the food for the week is pretty much pre-cooked and I got through my dentist appointment. And I got some sleep. Blessed, blessed sleep. I went to bed at 9, woke up at 2.30-3 for some reason thinking "Of course Emma's kiss didn't break the spell, Gold created the spell, it has to be Gold's True Love's Kiss that breaks it!" No, I don't know why that popped into my head when I was dreaming about planting things and pancakes. But the I went back to sleep maybe thirty minutes later and slept till 6. And that was damn good.

Right, making that list of things I need to do. Onward and upward! The only way out is through.
kittydesade: (wiseman)
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The bizarre and confusing ways in which my body sheds fat, gains muscle, and generally changes its shape never cease to amaze me. By way of a fer instance, nothing between about my clavicle and my hips wants to change shape. Ever. It is STUCK THAT WAY. Likewise nothing from about an inch below my shoulder joint to an inch or so above my elbow wants to change shape significantly, although I know I'm building muscles because I can do more push-ups. I can do more crunches, I can lift more, I can do X pose for a longer amount of time, etc. And I can see my thighs slimming somewhat, I look in the mirror and I can see things happening to my neck and shoulders, and it's just overall weird. Bodies, I swear, how do they work.

Well, and on the other hand it's only been about a week and a half since I picked up my normal exercise and food routine again, and the first few days of that are always shaky, so continued improvement probably won't start happening again for a bit. But it still confuses me. That's not even getting into the weird shit that happens every month, ladies, you know what I mean.

Right. Everyone, this is possibly the most terrifying Criminal Minds anything anyone has ever come up with. Made by the cast. All of whom have far too much time on their hands.

Someone claimed my OFBB! Yay! Now I just have to get off my lazy ass and polish it up and finish it. Because damn. It needs polishing. It's a good story, but goddamn the parts of it need polishing so bad it's not even funny. Still amused that it's kind of an alien invasion post-apoc story, though. Especially from the point of view of the fae. I wonder if anyone's ever actually done that before. I'm almost certain someone has to have, but damned if I can think of where or who.

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kittydesade: by <user name="nope"> (novel idea (nopejr))
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Hey, look, it's another language uberpost! With short bits of languages all over the place, but hey.

I am not a romantic comedy person. I am not a romance genre in general person, which makes me question the wisdom of reading at least the first Twilight book. But, as much crap as I say about it, I've come back around to the point where I feel like I should read it just to know what I'm talking about. I don't actually know how long this will last. I might get fed up after one chapter and want a book to fling across the room, because no, I didn't pay money for it on purpose. If y'all are very lucky I'll write up a long ranting entry sporking various parts of it, behind a cut so the people who don't want to read me tearing apart a book they like don't have to, and the people who enjoy schadenfreude or sarcasm can read it. Anyway, this was brought to you by a romcom starring Christian Kane and Michael Weatherly as DiNozzo's slightly less classy baby brother (yeah, go on and picture DiNozzo as less classy, I dare you) and it was terrible. It was really terrible. Christian Kane had all the best lines and they were still pretty bad. But I got to see him all barechested and kinda ripped, so, mm. I wouldn't say it was worth it, but there was a happy ending.

I really, really, did I mentionr eally? Need to kick ass on my writing. Oh dear lord. It's getting ridiculous. I mean, I got myself organized and I think I got my routines mostly back on track (getting to bed on time needs to be a priority now) but I really need to kick ass on the writing thing. I know I can, I just. Need to focus. Black Ice horror, Black Ice Nano outline, Trimuvirate, Pretender Sidhe. That needs a title. Augh. Too many writing projects, too little brain, and a fuckton of incoming today. That's going to turn into outgoing PDQ. Sigh. At least I have tonight. I think.

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kittydesade: (the anti-WRITE!)
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Hopefully today I can do all my things and not pass out at a stupid early hour.

Well! That's a nice pile of crap on my to-do list that is rapidly coming my to-done list. A lot of what's left is writing, which, I should work on my schedule tonight now that I've done my check-in post. Yes. Especially with the having Big Bangs coming up.

Actually doing my check in post made me realize how many irons I'm going to have in the fire coming up. Which is a little daunting. I already kind of feel like my head's going to explode with all the projects I'm working on. And on the other hand, it's all kind of variations on a theme. I have costumes to build for Dragon*Con. (Seriously, I always do.) I have writing crap, other miscellaneous crafty crap, music crap, and languages crap. And it's all variations on that theme. Lather, rinse, repeat, I just have to make sure that the process of breaking it down into smaller, more consumable chunks doesn't trick me into thinking that I have way more projects than I actually do. And if I can find a way to streamline stuff, so much the better.

Still a lot of crap to do. Augh. Slowly becoming less crap to do, but still a lot of everything. Of course, then instead of doing anything I actually have to do I made icons. So, here! Have two Peter Burke icons, same cap different text, because that expression was priceless. And some Sucker Punch Fight like a Girl icons. Because they turned out really really well.





And now I'm really going to go write. Random note for my beta team! In the interests of not cramming it all in at the last minute because there is no way I'm going to get frillions of scenes done in the next 2 days, if you want to beta my Novel Big Bang you might as well get started now, and I'll toss in scenes as I finish them? It's all outlined at the end anyway, and if there's stuff I need to resolve or guns that haven't gone off, hey, I can write it in as I write! Because apparently I have a problem getting my guns off. Hee hee hee.


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kittydesade: (morning ugh)
ないか 内科 internal medicine
げか 外科 surgery
しょうにか 小児科 pediatrics
しか 歯科 dentistry
かんか 眼科 ophthalmology
ひふか 皮膚科 dermatology
さんふじんか 産婦人科 gynecology
ひにょうきか 泌尿器科 urology
せいしんか 精神科 psychiatry
耳鼻咽喉科 otorhinolarygology (holy crap. ear nose and throat? There's an excessively wrong word for that?)
せいけいげか 整形外科 orthopedics, cosmetic surgery

しんぞうびょう 心臓病 heart disease
エイズ AIDS
がん 癌 cancer
こうけつあつ 高血圧 high blood pressure
とうにょうびょう 用尿病 diabetes
はしか measles
かふんしょう 花粉症 hay fever
しょくちゅうどく 食中毒 food poisoning
こっせつ 骨折 fracture
こうせいぶっしつ 抗生物質 antibiotics
コレステロール cholesterol

Still exhausted. Kanji practice. Writing. Guitar. Sleep.

Oh yeah. Send filthy assistants.

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kittydesade: (sister salvation)
日本語 )

I have mirin and a bamboo mat and nori and a fierce desire to start making my own sushi. Unfortunately I do not have the knowledge to make my own sushi. I'm sure the internet does, though. And books. Books are useful. If anyone wants to rec a title or a website that would be lovely, otherwise I will trundle over to either the library or the bookstore and occupy a bench for a short while. Or I might actually attempt to read that Japanese cookbook I have. It's in German.

Go on, picture the catastrophe that could ensue. I'll wait. And giggle.

Oof. Pleased, rather, that I've got help on the link roundups, although I could use one or two more hardy souls. I'm really disappointed in, oh, everyone. This isn't the country I signed up for. On the plus side, we're slowly becoming a decently organized team as far as getting information goes. On the other hand, if we were to add budget fuckery in general and How The Middle Class Is Getting Screwed to the list, we'd need at least double the news crew. And possibly a dedicated journal. The idea is actually kind of appealing in that I should never ever do this way.

I could also use another filthy assistant at least. The procedure is pretty simple and right now it's me, Anna, and two others. Spend about 30 minutes on this in a 24 hour period, much more and we might all go nuts. Take three states from the unclaimed list (it's in the gdoc). Collect somewhere between 2-4 links, toss them into the g-doc in their state, alphabetized, and add a 1-3 sentence summary. What kind of summary? Think, the opening paragraph of a news article. Action taken, agent of action, recipient of action, location. And then you're done. I'll be collecting it all and posting it around 10pm EST when it looks like it's gotten big enough, and aiming for 3x per week. It may end up being more depending on how much fuckery is going on. We're aiming for collective bargaining rights fuckery, although we'll accept turning a state into a dictatorship fuckery. Michigan, I'm looking at you. You can PM me or poke me via comment or email if you have my email (or the LJ email works too), or talk to [personal profile] lireavue.

Also, I'm Yelena. This pleases me. Even if I did sleep with Spider Jerusalem.

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kittydesade: (goddammit)
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Okay. Routines. Seriously. As exhausted as I am, routines are a psychological backbone and will help. Especially since learning languages is restful for me and helps me organize my brain. Look at me, prioritizing healthy things overall over pushing myself harder on a writing marathon that I volunteered for anyway on the heels of not one, not two, but three major writing things anyway. Like a responsible adult.

And dammit, keyboard, stop dropping out of hiragana.

And there. See, Jag, don't you feel better for having studied one of your languages today? yes, you do. Stop whining. Your mind is calmer, more relaxed. Your back is less tense. Routines are good things. They give us structure, they help prop us up when we're flagging. And they're reassuring.

Tomorrow, some writing. Some dye-setting, and some editing. Hopefully figuring out when the hell I'm posting my PolyBigBang (yes, I contacted the mods, so hopefully I'll hear something when I get up). Tomorrow morning, ogh. I'll aim for two dialogues translated. We'll see how that goes. And if I'm very lucky I'll have time to breathe and do German tomorrow. I'd rally, really like that.


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kittydesade: (morning ugh)
日本語 )

Killing everyone. Everywhere. Ever. Or probably just this one person, but still. My god I'm so tired. I still haven't fixed y Russian and it probably won't get fixed until tonight. I just want to curl up under the blankets and sleep for a week.
kittydesade: (morning ugh)
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She said, guessing on at least that last one. I wonder if writing some of this out longhand at all would help me practice at least my kanji. Thinking about it, it probably would. I have such bad handwriting in Japanese. The only thing worse is my Russian.

I'm tired. I'm cranky, and I'm brain dead, and I'm tired, and I don't want to do customer service emails. Or go home and have to cook. I want to sit and write, edit, or spin. That's it. Sadly, I don't get to do any of those, I have to do customer service emails. And I want my spinning wheel and the stupid post office hasn't coughed it up yet. And I'm grumpy. Did I mention the grumpy? Editing isn't going anywhere near fast enough (although it has been productive) and I should edit the novel that I'm actually doing for the Big Bang tonight but I'm scared of that and don't want to do it either. MOO. I dig my heels in in protest and stomp my feet.

On the plus side, the wildlife seems to have stopped invading my personal space. On the double plus side, I've just been told I need to learn to weave on the ginormous floor loom so that I can take over that part of the family business. First, though, I need to get my driving license. Which will probably be worked towards this weekend as I look for driving courses in the area that fit. Either that or I find none, then browbeat the boy into taking me out driving places once I get my learner's permit. Again. I have glasses already if I need them, so. Oogh. That was probably the kick in the pants I needed, but I should also be mindful that I don't need to drive immediately. Just. Get started and stop being afraid of it. God, I am so afraid of cars and driving on roads here. Especially where people don't know how to fucking merge.

Oogh. Right, I have really very little time left here at work, so I'm going to go do work things for the last bit of it. And then go home and be surly there. Yay surly! Meh.

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Not even Liam Neeson is enough to quash my flail today, I think. Argh. Apart from the fact that phone calls today have been complicated and some full of unnecessary flail (made unnecessary by many factors, not just the people on the other end) I mailed off the letter of terror. And now I am trying to put it as far out of my mind as possible because, really, the odds of me getting a response are pretty damn slim. This is the actor I mentioned some days ago who liked my shoulder puppet? At least I gave him information on where to find a gryphon puppet like mine. If he gets to read it. ... Does anyone write fanmail anymore? I don't know, but the whole thing makes me incredibly jittery. I have to keep reminding myself that actors are not, in fact, the opposite of people, as Stoppard would have it. They are people too. Of course, that just leads to the twin flail of 'He has VIDEO OF ME?' and 'what if he DOES write, what will you do then, huh?' The obvious answer to the second one being, well, write back and say hi, but... Feh. My brain, it is nuts, let me show you it.

It's also probably an excuse to procrastinate editing. I hate editing. With the fires of a thousand giant suns. Which are not masses of incandescent gasses, but ... oh, never mind. You see? This is exactly what my mind's been doing all day, leaping from topic to topic like a frog on a buttered skillet, refusing despite my best attempts at begging or bribery to settle on anything. Even Liam Neeson and his cerulean fucking blue eyes. Which will keep me from writing copious amounts of new!A-Team porn, but doesn't help me get anything else done. I suppose I could do physical work, except it's slowed back down to a crawl again.

I need to be zen, and it's not happening. I'm all out of fruit, Charlie. I need to take a breath, do the work, and not freak out. I have no idea why I'm this hyper today. I haven't eaten an excessive amount of sugar (yet). I got enough sleep. Nothing's wrong, really, and yes, I did something bold and surprising and perhaps a little foolish, but people do far far worse things along those lines all the time. Or stupider, or make bigger fools out of themselves. So calm down, Jag. You have work to do.

Yeah, that's the magic phrase, isn't it. You have work to do. Shut up and soldier, soldier. Sir, yes sir. Let the good times roll.


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kittydesade: (occasionally five - jane)
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Yay new vocab! Boo new kanji. I really need to get a notebook and keep it at work for practicing my kanji. I really need my head to stop generating enough mucus to drown a litter of ferrets.

Nnngh. Finishing Russian will wait until after UPS leaves for the day, I think. But, I HAVE A NEW TOY. It's this thing where you contact your UPS contact person and they set you up with an account on Quantum View and then you can see incoming shipments as well as track outgoing by your shipper number and it is FUCKING AWESOME. Because now instead of waiting for UPS to get there I can log on in the morning and be all, oh, okay, not much coming in via UPS today or "Holy fuck that's a shitton of backstock I'd better get all my outbound done quick" or something like that. Oh my god you guys this is so awesome. And I am so easily amused.

Today, though, inbound was unexciting apart from the new toy, so it looks like after this gets posted I'll be doing all the outgoing, then run shipping papers, then maybe run up to the lingerie store and look at corsets. For to wear at Dragon*Con on Thursday and Sunday in steampunky goodness. Because I am going to Dragon Con and there will be people and awesomeness and it will be made of awesome. Ahem.

Blargh. Nothing new to report. Have fuckton of writing to do to make up for what didn't happen this weekend. Ugh.

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Oh god, I'm falling asleep. My throat hurts and at least the creeping dizzies and the sniffles have tapered off to nothing, but I am seriously falling asleep here. On the plus side, I have Gibbs in my head yelling at me if I go near the candy basket. Why is there not more time in the day? Seriously.

In theory, there is game tomorrow. In theory. It all depends on whether or not we get enough players over and whether the BRIAN BLESSED expy shows up. Either way, there will be spaghetti sauce tonight, because it will get eaten either way. And then there will also be pesto, goddammit. And, um. Something. Maybe there will be bruschetta. I could do with some bruschetta. Of course, I could also strangle the boy for not clearly articulating plans and/or clearly deciding whether or not there's going to be game tonight. Brb, strangling boy.

Right. So, I think the plan for tomorrow involves Italian food and maybe game or maybe not, but people coming over hopefully to devour my tasty tasty food. And ... something. God, I have no brain. Someone lend me a brain, mine's decided that it's vacation time since I've finished my noveling. Sort of. Finished one novel. Still need to do the others which, heh. Time is going to be at a premium tonight AND tomorrow night. Ew. Well, maybe it'll be incentive to be efficient abooooh. I'll reorganize my outlines to be more detailed. That's what I'll do. HAH. A battle plan.
kittydesade: (never deal with a dragon)
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Well. I've only doubled my minimum word count for the week. Holy shit. Plus, caught up on where I should be as far as word count for the year goes. Plus, most of that is kicking ass on projects I need to be kicking ass on, rather than dicking around with nothing in particular. And that's for now, I do expect that to go up somewhat as I have three and a half scenes to finish. At the very least. And assuming each of those scenes are 1k long or so, which they usually are, that's a lot of words to add.

Hi, my name's Jag, and I'm a writer.

Less thrilling! I'm finally doing the filing I've been putting off and putting off at work because I had a vase of pretty flowers in front of the stack of papers I needed to file and actually sorting through all those on a day to day basis... well, used to be a pain in the ass. Back when I actually shipped stuff. Now I answer phones and man the front and hope to ship stuff, except Monday, when I actually do. It's very sad. And kind of worrying. What can you do, though? Well, I guess you could start a shoe factory for transvestite performers, but other than that.

In other randomness, someone remind me to do the Eb and Maggie fic I found earlier today, 'Wild Horses.' It's not squicky, I promise, it's a Maggie-as-a-child fic, which now I actually kind of want to explore because it's all poignant and cute. Something to do with her on the farm. I have a vague outline but nothing too specific. Especially not since JMM took away their prompt requirements.

Also, I will never again be able to say the words 'turret gun' without cracking up. This may be a problem in the future.


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kittydesade: (aaooowww!)
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I seriously can't believe I just wrote Crowley/Crowley/Crowley. No, scratch that, I can't believe I just wrote 1,315 words of Crowley/Crowley/Crowley.

No, scratch that, I can't believe I just wrote RPS.

Argh. Argh argh argh. I have three weeks left to finish my draft of Martine and my final draft of Sherlock Holmes. ARGH. Yes, this is my own dumbass fault and yes, given the amount I have left to do, this isn't actually that terrible but dammit, I'm still going to argh about it. On the plus side, my desk no longer really looks like a war zone? My work desk, at least. I cleaned it while I was procrastinating working on Martine. Right. Updated writing schedule to reflect the OMFG Martine Draft due soon panic, and accommodate the Big Bangs I still have to draft. Someone remind me again why I thought this was ever a good idea? Oh, right, I'm stupid. And insane.

Actually, looking at my writing schedule, I only have three scenes to do tonight. This is eminently doable. Especially since, from what I remember, I don't have any TV I desperately want to watch that's new tonight, so it'll pretty much just be curling up in bed and writing. This is a good thing.

I'm sure I had something more insightful than porn to offer you, but... well, no, I really don't. This is my life these days, work, courtesan school work, writing. Enjoy. Oh, and dragons. Mustn't forget the dragons.

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kittydesade: (facepalm - dean)
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Damn you, work internet. Behave.

Headache running rampant. Leg aches running even more rampant. And now I am so glad the internet was up for that phone call otherwise I would have no effing clue what mudcloth was. (For your edification it is cloth that has been dyed by fermented mud. Don't you feel enlightened.)

No! No! Bad camp! Do not do tie-dye with RIT dye! Bad! No cookie!

I am punchy like you would not believe. My brain is not firing on all cylinders. I did more running this morning than I have in a while and ow, ow ow, I am out of shape. Yay cardio? Boo out of shape. Very boo. On the plus side, yay cardio. Yay continuing the fight to get back into shape. Flexibility hasn't waned much, and the rest of it will come in time.

Tired. Sleepy tired. Need to do things, and just. Sleepy tired. So much do not want floating around it's unbelievable. On the plus side... wait. Crap! Never mind, I'm off to the bank, guys. Forgot about that. Fucking hell, where is my brain.

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