In case you were curious

This is what the playlist I listen to when I write my erotica stories consists of:

1) Is This Real?- Lisa Hall
2) Tales of Brave Ulysses- Cream
3) Blood, Milk, and Sky- White Zombie
4) Night Ride Across the Caucasus- Loreena McKennitt
5) Lullaby- The Cure
6) Corazon Espinado- Santana (Sorry, Sarah, but it's true. These three, in this order.)
7) Lithium Flower- Scott Mathhew
8) Tusk- Fleetwood Mac
9) They- Jem
10) Goodnight Moon- Shivaree
11) Resident Evil Main Theme- Marilyn Manson
12) Holomovement- Meanwhile Back In Communist Russia
13) Steam Will Rise- Silverchair
14) Rolling- Soul Coughing
15) Aeroplane- Red Hot Chili Peppers

That's my most recent one, at least, and I have a feeling it will undergo some tweaking. I'm not sure about Jem, Shivaree, or Soul Coughing, but I haven't found anything else with the appropriate beat and tone I'm looking for yet.

So there you have it. Also, I think I may have come up with a pen-name. What's your kneejerk reaction to Cassandra Layton? (Edit: That's the last name of the kid I had a crush on in grade school, you bastards. Stop laughing.)

Almost Free

Today:
1) Paint Anna's walls
2) Finish Packing

Tomorrow:
1) Fly to California

Tuesday:
1) Road trip to Tacoma!

Now all I have to do is survive until then.

I always feel like I don't exist anymore.

I think my uncle might be upstairs somewhere with Gabriel and the Spear of Destiny. He just walked in with two people I have never seen, went upstairs without a word, and shut the door. If the chanting starts, I am getting the hell out.

Need to leave anyway. He hasn't had a single conversation with me since the wisdom tooth incident. He has absolutely no interest in what's going on with me and clearly doesn't give a damn that I am here for the first time in 11 months...and leaving in three days. I'm just here when he needs me to do something.

Excuse me? Could you get me out of here?

You know you're in the Midwest when you can't find non-instant rice in the grocery store.

Dance! Boogie!

Minifam picked me a present out herself this year, and I am shocked to say that it is the most awesome and adorable thing I have seen in a long time.

Have any of you ever seen an iDog? (I hadn't.) It's a tiny little AI that you can plug your iPod into. It will play it like a speaker and kinda headbang to it. It can also pick up environmental music and respond to it. The manual says that depending what you play, its personality will change, too. Hours of fun, says you? Damn straight, says I.

Mine is of course hot pink because it was a present from my little sister, but it's a pink I can tolerate (it actually looks like my last hair color.) I've named her Veronica, and started her out playing The Cranberries and the Dresden Dolls.

Well, I just checked her personality, and she played me a country riff.

Unfortunately, I'm not exactly sure how to punish a dancing speakerbot.

Sowait....

Is Christmas supposed to be 12 days long? o.o

And so this is Christmas

I don't get my family. Earlier this week the plan was for me to go spend Christmas at Fam's. We were going to open presents, make my famous donuts, and just kinda hang out. Yesterday, no one told me otherwise, so I assumed that plan was still in effect. Today, I wake up at 11:30 and no one is here, and there is no note telling me what is going on. I also have no car, so I have no way to get anywhere. I call Fam, and she says "someone will pick me up eventually." No time frame, nothing.

Thirty minutes later, Unc drops off car, intercepts the USPS guy, and tells me to go over to Fam's once she's done at brunch. I called her about two minutes ago. Brunch is long over, and she's about to take a nap. According to her, I am now supposed to meet up with Unc, who was supposed to call me and tell me this over an hour ago.

So here I am, alone at home, wondering where the FUCK I am supposed to be right now.

I think I'm just going to go back to bed.


::EDIT::
I just now got ahold of Unc. It's 4:24 PM. They've been opening presents for the past hour. I know I can't expect them to wait for me if I'm not there--what bugs me is that he didn't call me when they started. Present opening is one of those social "we do it one at a time so everyone can see what we got" things, so it's not like he didn't know I wasn't there.

I don't want to go, anyway. Fam's not going, Unc has basically ignored me the entire time I've been here, and I'd feel weird around everyone else. Spending Christmas with a bunch of people who aren't related to you by blood and have no idea what you're like is depressing. I would have been okay earlier today. It would have made me depressed, but I would have been able to handle it. But, on top of being shuffled around incessantly today, I can't do it. I don't have the skin necessary to go sit in my little corner and be politely ignored for the evening. Presents are not worth that.

Dear USPS man who just now delivered my PS3:

I love you. I'm deeply sorry that it was my uncle who answered the door and not me, because I had thrown together a care package of yummy foods and had every intention of tipping you as much as possible.

As it is, I'm sending spirit vibes that the rest of your day goes well. Meery Christmas, sir!

Love,
The very guilty gamer girl

Dear Unc (Redux):

Buying a starter bondage kit, stupidly leaving the receipt in the car, and blaming it on me when Fam finds it a month later?

Very mature. I really had no idea just how much of a skeezeball you were until I heard about this little incident.

*blink*

Being woken up, handed a credit card, and ordered to buy two 60GB PS3s online is one of the most surreal things that has happened to me in a while.

Then again, receiving phone confirmation that both of them are in the mail and I'll need to sign for them tomorrow is even more edgifying. The prices were even reasonable.

*whimpers* I need to build a fort.

Wonderful.

There is a factory label on my bed that reads:

"Screw after assembly. Do not overexert."

LMFuAO

Again, I live.

I survived yesterday. Most of it was spent hugging the toilet and throwing up everything I attempted to swallow, water included, until I was dehydrated, exhausted, sore, and in tears. We called my doctor around three AM and he took me off the antibiotics and the vicodin. Since then I've been on ibuprofen, so my nose has been really bloody, but I feel just fine and have managed to eat things today. Hopefully after another night's sleep my back and neck won't be sore and angry anymore.

I cannot even begin to express how miserable last night was. Being unable to stand because you're dehydrated, and unable to sleep because you're still so sick while you've been off pain meds for hours is enough to make me want to DIE.

I ate french fries and a chocolate shake today, tho. It made me happy.

5:40 AM

Vicodin+ applesauce + long-handled teaspoon = ♥.

- -;

I am calling the docs tomorrow and getting new pain meds. This is worse than just not taking any.

Oh God

"You may experience nausea for the first few days as your body adjusts to the medication."

That cannot even BEGIN to describe how my body reacts when I take those damned pills. Damn stuff makes me dry heave AND has given me hiccups twice. On the plus side, one side of my mouth has stopped bleeding.

There is nothing on this planet quite like being awakened by pain.

To anyone who attempts to call me today, I'm sorry, but there are two huge wads of gauze in my mouth to absorb all the blood my gums are giving away so freely. Because of that, I can't talk. I do seem to be coherent enough to text or IM, so if you're dying for some Wrentime, please, track me down. I am dying for some distraction from the pain in my jaw. I've changed the settings on tril to make noise when people IM me, so I should hear if people want to talk to me if I'm not passed out too hard.

I found out something interesting today. Fam is a flawless speaker of Grunt-Charades. I was able to relay things to her like "Where is my iPod and pullover," "I'm dizzy but not sick to my stomach," "We replace the gauze every thirty minutes," and "for the love of God turn out the light before I kill you." I suppose a lot of it has to do with having a relatively young child and needing to be more up on the body language, but this is a level of observational skills I had not yet seen in her.

Okay, wow. Apparently the meds I am on make me dizzy and light sensitive. That does not make me a fan. For some reason, dudeman did not give me Vicoden, which I know for a fact I can function fine under. This stuff is not quite on par, so I have no idea what it will do to me in the long run.

Ugh, time to change my gauze. I have bloody spit drying on my tongue, and I'm getting rather sick of that metallic taste. I may be bleeding until 9PM, they say.

I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like a PARTY.

I am all astonishment.

Unc: "So, are you ready to get your wisdom teeth out?"
Me: "Oh, of course. I am going to LOVE being on Vicoden for two weeks."
Unc: "I don't envy you. I'd gladly never take that stuff again."
Me: "Yeah, it can make some people angry and very irritable, but I just get kind of hazy and loopy. It doesn't really even make me tired."
Unc: "That's good. So what are you going on Vicoden for?"

Dear Marcus:

What the hell possessed you to

a) open my mail,

b) pay my credit card bill,

c) get angry about doing it?

I pay my bills online, dumbass. That was not a current bill. So now we both paid on the same charge, and one of us just wasted a lot of money. I see why you're pissed, but I fail to see how that is my fault since the credit card and the bill were both IN MY NAME.

Also, don't call Amber and tell her about it without telling her the entire story. I don't need to get a lecture from her about it for something I didn't orchestrate. Luckily, now we're both mad at you.

Much hate.

Dear Sleazy Man in Truck:

"If you're looking for a ride, I'm looking for passengers" will not get me in your truck. It will only get you the empty promise of one of my freshly painted middle fingers. It will also make me even angrier at my family, who, if they had actually been at the airport when I arrived, would have prevented this little rendevous.

No love,
The stiff and cranky girl who just wants to go the fuck to bed already.