spacehussy

Swordage: Okay if evil alien robots were real... I'd so be trying to get in their giant metal pants.

I have the coolest friends.

Today is fucking amazing. I woke up super early. I got shit done. I saw my doctor, got involved with the gym again, and things are just... getting back into place. I'm working, but I have a lot of energy (mostly wired from caffeine!) and my lovely sekrit twin swordage is distracting me with-- well, Transformers mindrape. Which is strangely attractive to me, despite my lack of interest in anything relating to Shia LaBeouf or Transformers.

Anyway, stereowire is still in China. NOT THAT I MISS HER OR ANYTHING. I have spent the entirety of the last seven days in the company of JD, Friday, Hilarity, Rinegade, Sandiego, and Funsize. And tomorrow I hang out with xjapanfangrl then after that I go to the gym for the first time in six months.

FUCK YEEEEEAH.

Hello lovelies, want to guess what stereowire is doing today? She's just, oh, graduating college. :D With a Bachelors in Fine Art, no surprise there.

I'm stuck at home working, but from the text I just got, I can safely assume she's miserable and burning alive in that hideous (purple) Graduation Sack Gown the college makes those kids wear. Miserable and educated!

*so proud~*

Today, Stuka got stuck behind the water heater in our closet. He was upside-down for most of it, and it took almost twenty minutes to free him. Two dudes who had come to the apartment to fix the internet ended up helping me, and we almost had to wrench the damn heater away just to pull the little bastard out. Seriously, the wall is cracked from our efforts.

MY CAT IS SO FAT. ;_; *hugs him forEVER*

James moved out. I'm feeling kind of weird about it. He handed me his keys not even an hour ago and it hasn't really hit me yet.

A lot of shit went down last night. I've told the story to about ten people today so it's hard to work up the energy to tell it again, but essentially: James was drunk, he had some kind of freakout, and since this was about the fifth one in three weeks, Nat and I deliberated and came to the conclusion we'd ask him to leave. Oddly enough he'd already packed most of his stuff before we could even talk to him seriously about it, but that might be because Nat told him to "get the fuck out of our apartment" the night before. It was a tense night, what can I say.


*rolls around* This is so strange.

I have two awesome conversations from my week, and I simply must share them.

1. Work, at around 11PM--

Ally: This is the GASQL, my name is Ally, how can I help you tonight?

Caller: *sexy voice* Hello Ally. How are you?

Ally: I'm doing very well sir, how can I help you?

Caller: *breathing heavily* I'm about to shoot off a load of my hot come, do you have a minute?

Ally: ... I'm afraid I don't, sir.

Caller: *politely* Oh. Well thank you anyway. Have a good night.

Ally: You too, sir.

[I love my job. Even the obscene callers are polite!]

2. The backstory: stereowire and I are watching Supernatural. She's only seen bits and pieces of the first season, so we're starting from the beginning, and tonight James joined us about half-way through the fifth or sixth episode. He's never seen SPN, not ever, and knows nothing about it. The three of us are sitting there and James starts asking questions about what's going on--

James: Okay. So this show is kinda like... like...

Nat: It's like The X-Files crossed with Boondock Saints.

James: So they drive around the country and fight...demons?

Ally: And ghosts. And monsters.

Nat: Anything in the horror genre, basically.

James: And other than that, it's just nonstop sexing, right?

Nat: That's what fandom has to say.

Ally: Well, I mean, they're brothers.

James: What?! Are you serious? I didn't--I didn't know! *sigh* Oh well, incest is win-cest.

Nat: *laughing*

Ally: That's what they call it, dude. On the internet.

James: What?? Oh, come on!

Ally: Their last name is Winchester.


It all derailed from there.

In other news, I am completely addicted to The Sims 3.

I am having awesome computer shenanigans today! :D

A few months ago I partitioned my iMac (named Dexter), installed Windows on it, then deleted the partition kind of on accident but mostly out of frustration because (here's why I'm on medication) I couldn't rename the drive, it was "Untitled" and could not be changed, and it drove. me. crazy.

Then I regretted it. Mostly because the programs I was running on the Windows!iMac worked hella better than they did when I tried to run them on my PC laptop (Ender). So I decided I'd learn to deal with having an "Untitled" drive and just reinstall Windows but I can't do that without formatting my iMac.

*rolls around*

This will be my afternoon:
* Format iMac
* Install Tiger
* Install Leopard
* Partition iMac
* Install Windows XP

This should only take six hours D:< I'm mostly certain I backed everything up.

I will not delete partitions I will not delete partitions I will not delete partitions.

But I'm kind of trying to write a book. Like, a book-book. I've got the majority of it plotted and written out on about six billion loose-leaf sheets of paper, but I do have the first chapter mostly solid and safe on my hard drive. It's not been edited or anything. My friends that've read it seem to like it but the only problem is that they are biased in the sense that I've told them pretty much everything about the characters and the world and where it'll eventually go.

I'm really curious to see what you, any of you, who ever thought I wrote worth a damn five freakin' years ago when all I did was write gay naruto fanfic, might think of it as a serious project. I'm not looking for an ego boost (not that I'm objecting of course *grin*), but I'm also looking for brainstorming and speculation on the part of an unbiased reader to make sure I'm telling the story I want to be telling.

I'm thinking about posting it under flock (just in case I, you know, try and get it PUBLISHED) so even if you're just curious or bored or if you are interested in helping me out just a little by giving me a few minutes of your time, I'd honestly appreciate it. I know I haven't been around much at all for the past few years but I kinda think that's going to change. I'm finding that delicate balance between having a RL social life and an interwub social life, between fannish creativity and original creativity.

So if you're sitting there wondering, "hey ally, you kind of forgot to tell me what the story is ABOUT'-- man, I don't even know where to begin. I'll post a summary when I post the chapter. I promise.


_{i got away with murder last night in the parking lot}

So uh yeah I've been posting a lot. I think, after adjusting to my night schedule, I started developing that sleep-madness inspiration to be creative and strange. Sometimes I work on my story. Sometimes I want to make bizarre livejournal posts.

Okay but here's the real reason: Star Trek made me ache to be fannish. Not just for Trek but for a lot of things. It makes me want to check my flist and make posts for my flist. I miss reading fanfiction and I miss writing fanfiction so, I don't know, maybe there's a chance of that happening in the future?

_{Uh, yeah, I may or may not have been working on a LFDH story which is somewhere in the range of 6k and barely halfway done.}

*HAIRPULL* ARGH. It's hard NOT to want to be involved in fandom again. I spend the entire night online--legitimately, for my JOB--and when I'm not talking with swordage or stereowire over chat, the temptation to get all involved in fannish pursuits is...strong :(

Weep. Star Trek, why you gotta do this?

_{Can I go see it again yet pls?}

Today, Dalek Fluffy helped stereowire put up our curtain rods.

Yeah, it was pretty awesome.

Now if only we had...curtains.

So despite the fact that I am tired as fuck, it is impossible to sleep with a new tattoo. It's on my right arm, which in retrospect may not have been so clever, because I sleep on my right side. Like, every night since I was a kid. Now that the endorphins or whatever have worn off, it HURTS. It feels like sunburn. REALLY BAD sunburn. Not to mention the artist had to lean on my arm for an hour and a half so yeah the whole thing just feels -- pain-y. *whine*

Now to read Star Trek fanfiction until I pass out.

Huh. Things I never expected to say. Ever. Life is so enchantingly odd.


_{let the iron in your hearts' blood ring}

Isn't it weird how you can have so much in common with someone on the internet and yet want nothing to do with them? I'm not talking about anyone in particular (at least, not anyone reading this) but that's the kind of thing that comes up when I'm trawling for new icons. "Wow! We have so many interests in common! Whoa whoa whoa, [person] ships...Weir/Caldwell and Ichigo/Sasuke? My BRAIN."

And then I wail and sob in a corner, and then I hate the internet, etc. Then I go and make a post on my livejournal about how hard my life is. xD

Here's a funny story:

Last week on some popular networking website, I scandalised the internet. I admitted that I had no idea what a Vulcan was. The only things I knew about Star Trek could be found in the lyrics of Voltaire's Banned on Vulcan album.

Before anyone explodes in confusion and despair, it might help to know that up until 2005 I was culturally dead. Seriously dead. It's taking a lot of time to catch up to a lifetime of delicious nerd fare.

Oh yeah for the record, I know what a Vulcan is now. I also know that I'd bang one (a particular one) in a freakin' heartbeat. Hey is it okay to say that Star Trek is the, uh, best movie ever? That's okay right? When I saw the trailers I thought, 'huh. star trek. okay. maybe i'll go see it.'

I saw it last Monday and I'm seeing it again in say, 18 hours. I WANT TO SEE IT NOW.

Tomorrow is going to rule so freaking hard. I'm finally getting my super-belated birthday present for myself (pictures to come), and then we'll see Star Trek again, then we'll go out to La Cocina for delicious Mexican foods. Too bad I won't be able to get righteously toasted. They have strawberry daiquiris as big as my head.

Anyway it's 1 AM and I just got finished with work and now I'm... bored. Damnit >:(


when i said, 'i hate what i've become', i lied
i hated who i was

I think I only read Merlin fic on nights where I'm bored to tears and can't sleep XD Okay that's not true. Any fic will do, there's just an overwhelming amount of Merlin to be read on my flist. Plus I'm trying to avoid Star Trek/Wolverine spoilers which leaves nothing but fic recs.

My kitten is noisily cleaning himself beside me. It's so LOUD. yan yan yan.

I'M REALLY BORED. Today sucked. I slept all fucking day and woke up a half hour after my shift had begun. I don't even know how long I'd have slept if Nat hadn't come home and asked me why the fuck I was still in bed. So yes now I'm really awake and very bored and still sort of pissed about the shitty day I had. Nothing but teenagers and hangups and prank calls all night.

*reads more fanfiction* >:(


_{and addicted to the knife
she needs a little help with the agony}

So Nat and I have been talking about taking a road trip later this year. Tonight, we had this exchange:


spacehussy: I don't even want to think about what the music situation will be like with our road trip.
stereowire: I imagine it'll be a lot like Supernatural, where Sam's all 'Hey, Deathcab!' and Dean's like, 'Get the fuck out of my car'.


And it probably will be ._.



ETA: BATMAN HIGH SCHOOL AU.
stereowire: So today I wrote "this building deserves a better class of graffiti" on the wall of a bathroom in the art building.
spacehussy: Much like the sort of thing the Joker would write on a bathroom wall.
*pause*
spacehussy: Oh god, if there were a Batman high school AU, the Joker would be really into Insane Clown Posse, wouldn't he?


I'M SO EMBARRASSED.

Four hours until Emerald City Comic Con 2009. Oh my goodness.

Nat and I have affectionately been referring to it as "sausagefest '09" for a few months now. I AM REALLY EXCITED. A few hours ago, Nat and James and I all agreed we'd try and get some sleep then wake up around 10 to get going since James and I both work later in the day.

Somehow, that translated into the three of us deciding to stay up all night. I'm going through my comics and figuring out what I'm missing, watching Equilibrium, and just having an awesome evening. Nat is working on her Midnighter costume. She's just that cool.

God only knows what James is doing XD

Yeah. Tonight rules. TOMORROW WILL BE EVEN BETTER.

I'm bringing my camera. Expect pictures :D

So when my internet crashes, it crashes so spectacularly that it'll make three technicians scratch their heads for four hours. I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING. The first guy shows up at 9:30 AM. Two hours later he tells me he has no idea what is wrong with my internet. He calls his supervisor, who is (thankfully) in the neighborhood. His supervisor brings someone with him. The three of them troubleshoot for another two hours. They replace my modem, my cables, the splitter, and they even re-wired the box outside and the pole it was connected to.

It may have taken forever, but my god, they were dedicated!

The entire time they were sitting on my living room floor, I was just kind of zoning out and watching Planet Earth and Daily Show reruns. I guess my morning could have been worse? Now I have an hour to clean the fuck out of the apartment and take out the trash and do the dishes...

My life = v. hard.

Working from home: 2 days down.

It fucking rules. There are unexpected perils, of course. stereowire and I have to find new and exciting modes of communication for while I'm on the clock. True, sometimes we use gmail chat or whatever, but most often she'll pop into my room with a post-it that says: "want coffee or do you want cat on your head y/n?"

No matter which I pick, she still puts a cat on my head.

Also, there is the small matter of sleeping in. It's... very difficult to keep this in check. Granted, I'm SICK AGAIN so that might be why I'm having trouble. If I'm still oversleeping when I feel better, I'll start using a third alarm clock. Again.

As I said to James, "Do you know how hard it is to be an hour late to work when you sleep three feet from your office?" IT IS VERY EASY, AS IT TURNS OUT. Fuck. That can't happen again.

The cats are a problem. The little one whines when he can't get into my room. So I leave the door open a crack, which is kind of... iffy in the rulebook. We'll see how that turns out.

This is just plain sad: today is my last day off before my new schedule kicks in, and I had standing plans with my friend Kat. Originally we were supposed to get together way earlier but now it looks like I won't be getting back to the apartment till almost five, which is annoying because I'd planned to do some OT and blah blah blah.

The sad part: I nearly canceled plans with a friend so that I could work. On my day off.

Saaaaad.


_{it's a thankless job
but somebody's got to do it}

Seven days!! D:

Seven days until I work my first shift from home. Oh my goodness.

(Also only three more days until I get a bloody paycheck from this place...)

It's like one in the morning and I'm curled up on the couch making squeaky happy noises because we're watching LIVE FREE OR DIE HARD for probably the twentieth time. Maybe more. I've honestly lost track.

I'm a bit wired since tomorrow's one of the first days I've had off in a while and the last one I'm likely to have for a while yet. However, I am playing around on my new and incredibly teeny Acer Aspire One that I bought on Saturday. Funny story: I read a lot about how the keyboard was so small it took getting used to for most people. I took to it immediately because I have creepy child hands, apparently xDDD

So I'm going to see Watchmen tomorrow with stereowire...so, I hear there's some blue man-pipe to look forward to?

A window into my life:

Nat says, "Hey, I'm making some coffee. Want some?"

"Sure," I reply.

She stops what she's doing to look at me quite seriously. "Let me rephrase: I'm making pesticide, do you still want some?"

"...Why not."

Perhaps it would help to know that coffee made by stereowire could double as paint thinner. Coffee made by me in our household is regularly referred to as "coffee-scented water".

Another funny story from my life:

Last night, shortly after watching Twelve Monkeys (Bruce Willis ilu), James tells us a funny work story.

"We were talking about roommates at work the other day," he begins. I can already tell he's embarrassed about this, whatever it's going. "I told my boss and Mitch that I live with two girls and immediately they were like, 'YO MANNNN WHY AIN'T YOU HITTIN' THAT SHIT!' and--"

Nat and I started laughing. A LOT. "Did they fucking really?" we exclaimed.

"Yeah," he says. "It gets better. I said, 'No, they're lesbians*', and they were like, 'SO??? THAT'S EVEN BETTER!'. I'm not even fucking kidding."

"Do they not understand how...lesbians work? I mean, really?"

"Guess not," James sighed. "What part of THEY DO NOT WANT DICK do they not get? They're such men."

Laughing, I poked my head out of the hallway. "James, I am hereby awarding you a Woman Card. Welcome to the club. You are one of us now."

And so he is. Any guy who understands that lesbians aren't just girls who can't find a boyfriend--well, there is nothing more awesome. That was one of those moments that reminded me why I am so very fond of James.

_{*This is not completely accurate in my case, although I am queer enough not to argue or be offended in any way.}



Unrelated:

We're watching Hudson Hawk tonight. Like a lot of the movies we're watching lately, it has Bruce Willis in it, and it is fucking incredible. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard :(

I realize that stereowire will never let me live this down, ever, but apparently the only way I can connect to the internet right now is with my PC laptop. It might help to know that I've been a Mac-based nerd for the past three years. I bought a Acer laptop for work with the intention of using it for just that: work. I do all my drawing/writing/gaming on my Mac desktop or my iBook. For some reason, neither of them can connect to my unterwebs right now. This is slightly annoying >:(

I do like my new laptop though. Aside from my unexpected helplessness with Vista's OS, it hasn't pissed me off yet. I even gave it a name: ENDER.

All three of my computers are named after fictional killers. The desktop is Dexter, the laptop is Sylar, and when I bought the PC I was this close to naming it Joker or Master. Then Nat-attack and I had this exchange:

"Although if I name it Master, well, I'd rather call it Doctor. I mean, technically he's committed genocide. Like, twice."

"Name it Ender."

"Okay!"

Yeah it wasn't much of a discussion really. I guess I should be sort of happy my iBook doesn't connect to the internet since usually when I'm on that one, I'm trying to write. It's hard to get things done when you end up Wiki-surfing for five fucking hours.

JESUSFUCK WHY IS IT FOUR AM. DID I REALLY JUST SPEND TWO HOURS READING MERLIN PORN? I HAVE A MEETING TO GO TO TOMORROW D: ON MY DAY OFF, BECAUSE LIFE IS UNFAIR.

<sub>SEE NOW I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP. "YOU CALLED ME IN ON MY DAY OFF. I WOULD MUCH RATHER BE SITTING AT HOME EATING ICE CREAM AND WATCHING THE DAILY SHOW RERUNS. YOU ASKED FOR ME AND YOU GOT ME. SO WHAT IF I HAVE A COFFEE IV DRIP AND I HAVEN'T, LIKE, BATHED."


when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand</sub>

How is it I managed to go 20 years of my life without seeing the Shawshank Redemption?

_{Yes I know I am 23, but I'm not counting the first three, since I probably wouldn't have liked it back then. Babies have terrible taste in movies.}

We watched it over dinner last night, and it was unbelievably awesome. I must have said, "Holy shit I am in love with this movie" ten times. IT IS THE EPIC LOVE STORY OF MORGAN FREEMAN AND TIM ROBBINS. How did I never see it before now? :<

After that, we watched the Fifth Element, and stereowire did not appreciate my assertion that it was DIE HARD IN THE FUTURE. It totally is. I love Bruce Willis.

In other news: I did get my official offer of hire from my company, which means I am finally no longer a temp or a bum or whatever else. Except for this month. Thanks to their weird pay schedule I'm not getting paid a proper paycheck until the 23rd. Ugh. This month is going to be harsh.

I am counting down the days until I can work from home. *dances*


_{I've murdered half the town,
left you love notes on their headstones}

Things have been super-hectic. I'll give y'all the rundown, numbered in no particular order.

1. Apparently when your friends find you curled up in your bed whining, "I'm dying! I'm dying! My head is killing me!" they will take you to the ER. I am such a fucking sissy. I mean, I was only having a continuous migraine for thirty straight days. I only went through two bottles of Excedrin and a bottle of Ibuprofen in less than a month. It's like I was sick or something. Finally, at the beginning of February, when I was hanging out with suzukiblu and stereowire, the pain got so bad that I...eventually...allowed myself to be taken to the hospital. At midnight. By seven AM I had my diagnosis and I was out the door. Turns out that when I had a cold last month, my nose got stuffy way up by my brain and got infected and it caused me to have stabbing pains from my eyeball to the back of my skull all day every day.

So, over the past few weeks I got a series of bills from the hospital that total roughly four grand. On the plus side my head isn't hurting anymore. It was sort of stressful.

2. I'm going to find out this week whether or not my new job will keep me. I was vague before about it, which seems silly in retrospect. I'm still not comfortable naming the company for whatever reason, but I will say that it's fucking awesome. I work in the registration department of a internet and phone-based health services provider. The day-to-day minutiae isn't anything special but should everything go to plan (I am 95% sure they will keep me) I will be making crazy money (which goes into my awesome medical bills!) and I'll be working from home. I talk to people every day that I honestly care for. Most of them, at any rate. There will always be assholes. I want to keep this job because it makes me happy.

3. You know what I love? I LOVE DIE HARD. Especially the fourth one, but of course the original is second to none. I just have a secret place in my heart for LIVE FREE OR DIE HARD. Let me elaborate: Tonight, when James came home, his first words to Nat and I were, "Okay guys, this is fucking sad. Is this like, the eighth night in a row I've come home to you two watching Die Hard?"

The more pathetic part is that we've watched it a couple other times that he doesn't know about. SERIOUSLY DUDES HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MOVIE? John McClane and Matthew Farrell need to get their fuck on and I need to make that happen. I love them so much I am writing fanfiction. For the first time in like a year, literally. I've spent a lot of time working on my original story, which is hilarious because I've actually made almost no progress with it. I tend to be twice as nervous and frail when it comes to original stuff, as opposed to fanworks, which I just sort of cough up.

On that note.

4. I'm working on a story that, if you know me, makes perfect sense. It's a very endearing love story. It involves a lot of murder and love notes written on corpses. It's like if you crossed Fell with Dexter with JTHM with a whole lot of other insane shit. Don't judge me.

5. Do you think that when I bought the Harold & Kumar videos at the same time I bought American Psycho and The Machinist, I got put on a special list somewhere at Langley? I am so retarded.

I seem to be twenty-three years of age. Hmmm. Feels nice, in that nothing has particularly changed, since I've been thinking of myself as 23 since September. I'm still not actually convinced I didn't just turn 24. The funny thing is I kept forgetting about it until my mother told me she'd given my phone number out to a bunch of friends of hers and I snapped, "Why the fuck would you do that!" and she reminded me that my birthday was tomorrow, of course, and I just sort of went, "...Oh, huh. Okay then."

My plans keep changing though. There was supposed to be a dinner-thing on Saturday but Nat-attack cannot get the afternoon off, and my next day off is the Inauguration so uh yeah I am not missing that for any overpriced dinner, so I guess I'm celebrating my birthday in like three weeks. I was planning on getting a tattoo the same day, then that plan had to change as well because of unexpected expenses (naturally) which sucks because I really really want to get started on my sleeve-tat :( I think maybe I shall use my tax refund money on that, this year.

Arrrgh my brainmeat is in a lot of different places right now. I got supercrazy sick and my new schedule is still taking some getting used to. On that note though I really do love my new job. A lot. I don't know half the people in my team (which consists of about 10 people) but we communicate through IM. It's fucking nuts. I'm getting along fabulously with my new supervisor and Scheduling is pushing me ahead to work from home waaaaay sooner than I expected. I'll be a hermit by March, basically.

Oh yeah, I got to go to a swank-ass party that involved me getting tarted up in an expensive dress and eating dinner with Nat-attack (also tarted up beyond belief) at the Seattle Sheraton Ballroom. Insaaaaane. I LOVE MY NEW JOB.

Here are some pictures of me and stereowire looking like classy bitches:

( classy ladies! )

And now I go back to listening to the Quantum of Solace song on repeat while I faiiiiiil at writing. How y'all doin'?


_{Another tricky little gun}