A Synthesis of Hyacinths and Biscuits

This journal is sort of locked; All the random musings about my writing, fandoms, literature, and the very strange worlds inside my head are open to all to read. Almost all of my actual creative efforts (fanfiction being the exception) are friends-locked however, because I really am that paranoid. Of course, if you want to read my crazy stories, poems, plays, etc, feel free to fill out the Friends Application. Nice bit of alliteration there. Or you can just comment.




PS. I haven't made any friend cuts or anything. I was just really bored today and decided to make this.
PSS. Here's my other journal, nyyyy, where I rant about all the small minutae in my rather insignificant life. And here is the Big Ass Index of Doom, which has links to everything I've posted in this journal.

I meant to write about this a little sooner after it happened, but... yeah.

Anyway, Saturday night, on the way to an all-night Lord of the Rings marathon at Olympia's Cinema of Win, my friend and I almost got hit by some a car. The douchebag driver was apparently confused in believing that having a driver's license means I OWN THIS ENTIRE ROAD AND THE SIDEWALK TOO. Stop signs and crosswalks seemed to be only suggestions rather than instructions, and he came pretty close to mowing us down in his hurry to park his piece-a-shit about fifteen feet in front of us.
I decided to linger, in order to elucidate a few of the finer points of driving to him. We got into a shouting match on the street and started throwing insults back and forth, which honestly hasn't happened to me since I left the east coast. He called me a fucking dyke, and I called him an irresponsible shithead. Things could have pretty escalated. I was very ready to start throwing punches. It's been a tough couple of weeks, and pounding the crap out of some homophobic bad driver sounded like a nice way to let off some steam. I think he might have sensed that lack of inhibition and/or intimidation on my part, and walked away. My friend convinced me not to key his car or break any of the windows (sorely tempted tho I was), and we went on to the movies.

WHICH WERE GLORIOUS.

I fucking love those movies. I still think that, in terms of production, they are some of the most ambitious and epic films ever made. Ngila Dickinson and Richard Taylor are my heroes. Pete Jackson too, though I haven't been able to get down with the movies he's made since.
Also, David Wenham is so totally boinkable, even with Faramir's unfortunate hair.

If you've never been to an all-night movie showing, I can't recommend them enough. The audience was lol-arious. Keep in mind, by 3am, you have very little inhibition anyway. There was a lot of laughing at the incidental double entendres, and a whole lot of "That's what she said!" choruses shouting at the screen. Orlando Bloom's woo-woo elfiness was laughed at, as was Frodo's crazy eye looks. And the scene of Isengard's destruction at the hands of the Ents got a lot of cheers. This is the Northwest. If Ents live anywhere in America, it's here. Nothing would make me happier than to see a whole troop of Ents take down all the mills on Puget Sound.

Walking home in the frozen pre-dawn at 6:30am was totally worth it. I still wish I had keyed that guy's car, though.

The last few days have been pretty meh. So meh that I'm listening to ABBA on my roommate's computer in the hopes that it'll add something glittery and good. No dice so far; he doesn't have my favorite songs. Who can have ABBA and not have "Fernando"?

I got another appointment with the counseling center at my school. Let's hope they don't cancel this time, yeah? It'd be nice if I could actually see someone after a month and a half of trying.

The one good thing about being semi-depressed? Creative surge. I've been typing my little fingers off, fanfic and fiction-fic and a whole lot of odd semi-memoir stuff. I'm looking forward to being in Vermont, away from Olympia distractions, and lazing around in my pajamas, eating chips and ice cream and writing all day.

I'm in love with Seed Magazine. Erudite, thoughtful writings about science and culture and the pursuit of meaning; it's like a breath of fresh air after discussing nothing but postmodern literature and philosophy.

I'll be scarce for a few more days, but thank you to those who responded with kindness to my last post. Your support is invaluable.
<3

Polka Dot Dot Dot performing their song "Small Words, Bigger Lessons".



Kind of sums up what I like about Olympia.

(This is their myspace page if you want to hear more.)


I've been trying to write either about metamorphosis in Greek myth, zombies in popular culture, or my increasingly shady memory. All I actually want to do is read my steampunk novel and try and think of a Halloween costume.

It's been a good day, aside from that. I got to play with power tools at work, and that always makes me happy.

My fear of the ocean has just been reaffirmed by reality.

From the Telegraph:

Tourists holidaying in the Australian state of Queensland have been warned to stay out of the water by authorities who fear a giant six metre-long shark might be prowling the coast.
Concerns were raised after a 3m great white shark was found dead with two huge bites taken out of its body. Experts believe the bites were made by an even larger predatory fish.

( I have nightmares about things like this picture )

Also, what did Australia ever do to deserve things like 6m sharks? I ask you...

They're the seeds from a maple tree, also known as whirligigs, helicopters, and samaras.

NEW TATTOOS! Pictures soon.
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After weeks of nothing but whining in here, I finally have some good news to report.
I GOT A NEW JOB. In two weeks, I'll be on the tech crew for the theater department of my school.
Hallelujah! Telling my bosses was interesting.
The guy I work most directly with told me congratulations, because he knew how much I wanted a job doing theater; he did have a slightly doomed look, though. The general store manager (i.e. the boss I like) told me, sincerely, that she was happy I'd gotten a job in the field I'm passionate about. And that I wasn't allowed to feel guilty, because the bookstore was not a ball and chain.
The boss I hate blinked, and then gave me a very insincere congratulations, and later complained to my coworker that he was annoyed I was leaving.
This despite the fact that I gave two weeks notice, and will continue on there for about 5 hours a week until December. Tool.

In other goings-on, I have yet to find a new house, and the class I'm in is slightly overwhelming. But Cheshire got a kitty, and I got $1100 in financial aid. I'm planning a sex toy shopping spree, and a new tattoo. Maybe a new bike.
So yeah. Things are getting better.

( In which I bitch... )

In more news that is slightly overwhelming to me:
School starts again next week!
Mom goes to China on Monday! The jealous, I has it.
My boss is a dick! Mentioned firing me today as a joke! And there's no chance of me getting a raise! Twice the work and responsibility + fuckall wages + douchebag manager = LAME! Must find new work.

Hopefully this weekend, Ch and I will go to The Hothouse, best cheap spa ever. I need a vacation, even if it's just to Seattle.

With school about 2 weeks away, I've been pondering something.

There are three things I want to do in my life:
Write.
Be involved in theater (preferably on the tech side).
Farm.

None of which really demand a college education. Not like, you know, being a doctor or marine biologist would.

So what am I doing here? And why am I $12,000 in debt?

I like that it's taken me 7 years (5 of them in school) to figure out that life isn't really as complicated as my guidance counselors made me think. Oh well.

I know I've probably posted this before, but I just love it so much.



Also, my mom is going to China in a month! Yay for her finally getting to travel.

House-searching + rain + a bunch of surprise!overdue bills = bad mood. Bad mood + Labor Day[=everything is closed] = bored and cranky.

Also, I spent $9 to go see Ponyo last night, and was sadly disappointed. Miyazaki's movies seem to have lost their edge in the last few years. Also, Ponyo had a horribly irritating song for the closing credits. I practically ran out of the theater.
I need something to occupy my brain. Like writing. Anyone have any suggestions/prompts?

I have temporary luxury housing! Three rooms ALL TO MYSELF and two insane cats, a comfy bed with memory foam, and a gigantic claw foot bathtub. And it's mine for another 5 days. I also have a borrowed laptop, because Cheshire is down in Corvallis for the moment.
So... ( I barf out an update )
I'm eagerly awaiting the return of my laptop - which was totally NOT broken apparently, just in need of a new battery. I think the guys at the Mac store were just bored. I actually want to start doing some writing, even though the muse is on vacation.

ETA: Just watched Howl's Moving Castle for the first time in forever. Meh. I think it's my least favorite of Miyazaki's movies. And whoever decided that Christian Bale should do voice work should be shot in the ass.

ETA Part Deux: There's a banner ad saying WHAT DO YOU SMELL LIKE TO EDWARD CULLEN? in front of me right now. Heh.

I'm not exactly homeless. I still have a yurt! And nice friends that let me stay with them. I'm just trying to find a new place.

Um, sorry if I worried anyone.