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: (exhausted)
Finally caved and got a tumblr, but Rinnia was taken. D: So I'm Kiwoa!

On Friday, we went to check out an apartment near Jaime's new job, about 45 minutes away from our then-domicile. Ended up moving today. So much packing. I AM TIRED. Plus, no internet until next week, so I'm relying on my phone's 3G to keep me sane. Virtual keyboard - blah.
rinnia: (intox)
Quick, out of context peek at a Kane/Toews [livejournal.com profile] kink_bingo fic I'm working on:

Could be worse. Could've traded bodies with a Sedin. )

So tell me - how much do I suck? Oh god, I can't believe I'm writing this.
rinnia: (blood)
My nose just spontaneously started dripping blood. The fuck.

At least I was done sewing already.
rinnia: (psyched)
Got my random shirt from Woot! in the mail today. It's this one. I am pleased.

I am also sick of Monopoly. It makes me inexplicably sad, to the point where I deliberately made a dumb deal than cost me a guaranteed victory because I didn't want to spend an hour just bleeding people dry. I'm voting for Clue next time. Or Cards Against Humanity. No more Monopoly. Harumph.
rinnia: (hockey)
I am sick and thus not only sleepy and uncomfortable, but also falling behind in my crafting schedule DAMNIT, and it's a month until my birthday, so... birthday wishlist to cheer me up. Yeah. Whee! )

Addendum to add Tommy Hawk and Pucky the Whale (and maybe also the Connecticut Whale), because HOSHIT MASCOTS YO.
rinnia: (Default)
I am sick and thus not only sleepy and uncomfortable, but also falling behind in my crafting schedule DAMNIT, and it's a month until my birthday, so... birthday wishlist to cheer me up. Yeah. Whee! )

Addendum to add Tommy Hawk and Pucky the Whale (and maybe also the Connecticut Whale), because HOSHIT MASCOTS YO.
rinnia: (grrrr)
If you're reading this and your name is not Cathy, you're a terrible person for not signing up to let me make you something. Go rectify this. Now. No excuses.

... Please?

Obligatory shipping note: I WANT THIS TO BE REAL.
rinnia: (grrrr)
If you're reading this and your name is not Cathy, you're a terrible person for not signing up to let me make you something. Go rectify this. Now. No excuses.

... Please?

Obligatory shipping note: I WANT THIS TO BE REAL.
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)
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: (dun look at me plz)
Apologies for my absence, folks - I'm in this weird state lately where I don't want to do anything and I don't even want to interact with anyone and I don't want to remind people that I exist or they might be annoyed with my anti-social attitude and... yeah, it's frustrating. Past experience tells me this should fade soon.

Anyway, I had to peek back into the online world so I could share this:
rinnia: (dun look at me plz)
Apologies for my absence, folks - I'm in this weird state lately where I don't want to do anything and I don't even want to interact with anyone and I don't want to remind people that I exist or they might be annoyed with my anti-social attitude and... yeah, it's frustrating. Past experience tells me this should fade soon.

Anyway, I had to peek back into the online world so I could share this:
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: (what is this i don't even)
[livejournal.com profile] dorkandthediva almost makes me want to watch Glee again. Ayayay.

I swear I will post something more interesting than Glee whining soon. Maybe. If I can pull myself away from P3P.

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