rinnia: (darkness)
- So, we moved! Not very far, only about a 45 minute drive, but still. Moving sucks. Ugh. At least it's because Jaime found a job, so now we're both safely away from the horror that is academia. I kind of hate the town we moved to, but that's just because it's not Chicago big and/or interesting. It's really no worse than where we were before. I... yeah. Yeah, that's about it.

- I guess I'm getting married? Jaime and I have been together for over eight years, so it's not like anything's really changing, but... I dunno. We're getting married so I can get health insurance. It kinda sucks. I figured when I did get married it'd be... something. And I was always planning to take his name, but now that it's actually happening, I'm torn. I don't want to go through all the hassle of changing all my official stuff when nothing else is changing. No ceremony, no engagement, no real proposal even. Reality sucks, is the point here, I suppose. I know everyone says this, but I'm planning on only getting married once, and for it to happen with such little fanfare and in relative isolation and for such a mundane, practical reason... damnit. Just. Just damnit.

- I'm hormonal and I forgot to take my meds last night so my brain is a mushed up mess of profanity and nerves and I can't stop crying. Aasdlkfjpaoweijfasdlkfj-
rinnia: (darkness)
- Tried embroidering four different mouths onto the doll I'm crocheting and couldn't get any of them to turn out right. When I was pulling out the last one, I accidentally screwed up her nose. So, I had to pull that out too. Tried to redo it, but I couldn't get that to turn out either. She's still noseless and mouthless.

- Attempted for the third time to make a pendant with tags from NHL merch. This one was perfect except for the giant fucking bubble under the epoxy. I practiced specifically to avoid that, and it somehow still happened. That was my last tag, too. So. I don't know what to do there. Wait until I have the excess cash to buy another shirt, I guess.

- Attempted to make a TWEWY pin bracelet, but the glue I used bled into the decals and blurred/washed out the ink. Managed to salvage the bezel base, but I had to throw out all the decals and epoxy stickers.

- Had a panic attack. A really nasty one, too. I haven't had an attack in months. It was triggered by the stupidest thing - I had Lucky Charms for breakfast, and the combination of the sugar crash from that and a couple sips of coffee made me jittery. The jitters, in turn, convinced my brain I was dying. Racing heart, tingling extremities, heat flashes, derealization, the whole shebang. It was awful. I ended up wasting three hours in bed after it was over, just half-napping and trying to feel normal again.

- And now my phone is reminding me that I need three different meds every night just to reach "alive" every morning. Feeling pretty useless. I've been nauseous since last night, too, and I still feel mildly tingly and unsettled from earlier. Ugh. Today.

On the plus side, when I started crying, Benny was at my side in seconds. Dogs are pretty awesome.
rinnia: (darkness)
- Tried embroidering four different mouths onto the doll I'm crocheting and couldn't get any of them to turn out right. When I was pulling out the last one, I accidentally screwed up her nose. So, I had to pull that out too. Tried to redo it, but I couldn't get that to turn out either. She's still noseless and mouthless.

- Attempted for the third time to make a pendant with tags from NHL merch. This one was perfect except for the giant fucking bubble under the epoxy. I practiced specifically to avoid that, and it somehow still happened. That was my last tag, too. So. I don't know what to do there. Wait until I have the excess cash to buy another shirt, I guess.

- Attempted to make a TWEWY pin bracelet, but the glue I used bled into the decals and blurred/washed out the ink. Managed to salvage the bezel base, but I had to throw out all the decals and epoxy stickers.

- Had a panic attack. A really nasty one, too. I haven't had an attack in months. It was triggered by the stupidest thing - I had Lucky Charms for breakfast, and the combination of the sugar crash from that and a couple sips of coffee made me jittery. The jitters, in turn, convinced my brain I was dying. Racing heart, tingling extremities, heat flashes, derealization, the whole shebang. It was awful. I ended up wasting three hours in bed after it was over, just half-napping and trying to feel normal again.

- And now my phone is reminding me that I need three different meds every night just to reach "alive" every morning. Feeling pretty useless. I've been nauseous since last night, too, and I still feel mildly tingly and unsettled from earlier. Ugh. Today.

On the plus side, when I started crying, Benny was at my side in seconds. Dogs are pretty awesome.
rinnia: (YOU'RE GONNA HAVE THAT FOR LIFE)
Oh my word, is this the world of the living? Is this where normal people exist?

I was sick for a while there, and when I finally conked out long enough to make progress on healing, I did so in such a weird position that I fucked up something in my deltoid hardcore. It was waking me up with its throbbing for a while there. Ick. Thankfully, it's finally feeling better. So now I have much internet (and chores and art) to catch up on.

Also, my Blackhawks Convention high was dampened by the news that my sweet bb Dubinsky is being sent to the Pit of Despair. Nooooo. But at least there's this awesome (and gorgeous) packed picture to cheer me up. And this video:


As another side note of sadness, is anyone else keeping up with Teen Wolf? Last night's episode. Holy shit. Things are getting real, and I am rapt.
rinnia: (Default)
Oh my word, is this the world of the living? Is this where normal people exist?

I was sick for a while there, and when I finally conked out long enough to make progress on healing, I did so in such a weird position that I fucked up something in my deltoid hardcore. It was waking me up with its throbbing for a while there. Ick. Thankfully, it's finally feeling better. So now I have much internet (and chores and art) to catch up on.

Also, my Blackhawks Convention high was dampened by the news that my sweet bb Dubinsky is being sent to the Pit of Despair. Nooooo. But at least there's this awesome (and gorgeous) packed picture to cheer me up. And this video:


As another side note of sadness, is anyone else keeping up with Teen Wolf? Last night's episode. Holy shit. Things are getting real, and I am rapt.
rinnia: (insomnia)
Boyfriend's asleep. Dogs are asleep. Snake is asleep.

Why can't I sleep?
rinnia: (insomnia)
Boyfriend's asleep. Dogs are asleep. Snake is asleep.

Why can't I sleep?
rinnia: (thoughtful)
RIP, Maurice Sendak. Where the Wild Things Are and The Nutshell Library brought more joy to my childhood then just about any other books. Heck, I sang Alligators All Around for my very first audition. So, thank you, Mr. Sendak.


rinnia: (thoughtful)
RIP, Maurice Sendak. Where the Wild Things Are and The Nutshell Library brought more joy to my childhood then just about any other books. Heck, I sang Alligators All Around for my very first audition. So, thank you, Mr. Sendak.


rinnia: (YOU'RE GONNA HAVE THAT FOR LIFE)
I had been hoping to have a good weekend, maybe hit the markets, both farmer's and flea, and take a trip to the dog park, but these things cannot happen now because:

a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.

My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.

And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.
rinnia: (Default)
I had been hoping to have a good weekend, maybe hit the markets, both farmer's and flea, and take a trip to the dog park, but these things cannot happen now because:

a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.

My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.

And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.
rinnia: (darkness)
Had a phone conversation with my mom where she talked about missing me and then started crying, and my craft blog got hacked. I'm not sure whether I should actively try to turn this day around or just scrap it and go back to bed.
rinnia: (darkness)
Had a phone conversation with my mom where she talked about missing me and then started crying, and my craft blog got hacked. I'm not sure whether I should actively try to turn this day around or just scrap it and go back to bed.
rinnia: (NOES!)
1am: Died in P3P mere steps away from a teleporter to safety. Lost 1.5 hours of playtime.
9:30am: Called about more birth control pill refills, which I need to avoid becoming dangerously anemic. Have to come in for an appointment to get them - last time I went to the women's health center, the doctor asked me if I get fast food a lot and when I said my boyfriend cooks, she said, "Tell him he's killing you." Not looking forward to going back there.
10:45am: Went to class, which turned out to be a game show style review for the final. Knew only one of six answers, because I haven't studied yet and my memory is shit. Felt like an idiot.
12pm: Met with the professor about a past homework. Turns out the question about the stuff I missed while I was having a mental meltdown I botched completely. Have to redo it to pull that assignment from a C to a B. Felt even more like an idiot.
1pm: Called about more sertraline refills. Have to come in for an appointment to get those as well, in this case a mental health check-up where a non-mental health doctor makes me answer questions about my brain stuff.
2pm: Panic attack while walking into Target (to get pills for my dog who - guess what? - also has panic attacks).
6:30pm: Attempted to do the dishes. Ended up curled up on the couch with cramps.

Current Mood: Is it January yet?
rinnia: (NOES!)
1am: Died in P3P mere steps away from a teleporter to safety. Lost 1.5 hours of playtime.
9:30am: Called about more birth control pill refills, which I need to avoid becoming dangerously anemic. Have to come in for an appointment to get them - last time I went to the women's health center, the doctor asked me if I get fast food a lot and when I said my boyfriend cooks, she said, "Tell him he's killing you." Not looking forward to going back there.
10:45am: Went to class, which turned out to be a game show style review for the final. Knew only one of six answers, because I haven't studied yet and my memory is shit. Felt like an idiot.
12pm: Met with the professor about a past homework. Turns out the question about the stuff I missed while I was having a mental meltdown I botched completely. Have to redo it to pull that assignment from a C to a B. Felt even more like an idiot.
1pm: Called about more sertraline refills. Have to come in for an appointment to get those as well, in this case a mental health check-up where a non-mental health doctor makes me answer questions about my brain stuff.
2pm: Panic attack while walking into Target (to get pills for my dog who - guess what? - also has panic attacks).
6:30pm: Attempted to do the dishes. Ended up curled up on the couch with cramps.

Current Mood: Is it January yet?
rinnia: (...)
So my step-sister is apparently addicted to pain pills and doing heroin. Huh.
rinnia: (...)
So my step-sister is apparently addicted to pain pills and doing heroin. Huh.
rinnia: (fuck)
Spoilers for Glee Season 3

Aaaaand I'm out. I'll still be part of fandom, but after the downhill slide in Season 2? The proclamation that there will be fewer musical numbers? And now this bullshit? Fuck that.

Glee was never a great show - too inconsistent for that - but it did have an awful lot of potential. Shame it never got more than one season.
rinnia: (fuck)
Spoilers for Glee Season 3

Aaaaand I'm out. I'll still be part of fandom, but after the downhill slide in Season 2? The proclamation that there will be fewer musical numbers? And now this bullshit? Fuck that.

Glee was never a great show - too inconsistent for that - but it did have an awful lot of potential. Shame it never got more than one season.
rinnia: (hurt)
My mood has been so up and down in the past two days. Jeez. I only want to mention one bit of the sad - RIP Ryan Dunn - and then focus on the happy, because damnit! Happy!

- I discovered an amazing blog over the weekend: Wave at the Bus. The 170 days are magical.

- Discovered another amazing blog as well: Mich L. in L.A.. I've already ordered one of her pieces, made my own versions of another (which I will post pictures of once I'm not sleepwalking through the day), and have plans to tackle yet one more. Good, good crafty blog.

- It wasn't enough that Nendoroid Snow Miku exists for me to pine after. No, they had to announce a Pullip version of her as well. Damn you, world!

- Any of you guys play Rockstar games? I'm eh on GTA but in love with L.A. Noire, and I'm wondering if Red Dead Redemption would be worth the investment.

- I'm torn between three different stories for my [livejournal.com profile] originalbigbang, all surreal, but in very different ways. Do I go with the humor, the horror, or the in-between?

Okay, backing up a bit to the sad. We're marathoning the Jackass movies. The golf cart sketch in the first one got a little uncomfortable, and I choked up during the butt x-ray, of all things, but still. We're on the second film, and I'm on my second beer. It only seems appropriate. To you, Mr. Dunn. You were right; it is cacti.

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In: Florida
Watching: Regular Show
Listening to: Mumford & Sons
Reading: This Book is Full of Spiders
Playing: Ghost Trick
Tasting: mango coconut water
Wanting: lots and lots of thread
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