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Fuck fuck fuck. I can't sell anything -- I'm being given warnings now, because I'm not selling, people won't fucking buy things from me. They don't want to try anything. I can't sell and if I can't start selling they're gonna fire me. The centre makes and surpasses goal every week and I understand it's not a non-profit organisation but it's all about numbers and nobody will buy from me and fuck I'm gonna lose my job. I can't lose this job. I need the money, I can't find anything else -- FUCK.
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Just got home.

All day shift.

*cries*

And you wouldn't believe the amount of food I have left to eat so I can get in all my portions -- and, of course, if I don't get everything in, I know from experience that the fucking scale will just go up.

*frets and goes to eat a lot of protein, a lot of vegetables, and a lot of fruit* Wish me luck ;)

omgwtf

Mar. 1st, 2005 06:59 am
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I slept like crap last night.

I have half an hour now, after having eaten some breakfast, to get ready for training, and yet here I am updating. Oh, yeah, so yesterday I started my training. *G* 9am-6pm, Monday-Friday, for the next three weeks. I'll be finished on the 18th.

And I have that driving test today at 2:25pm. I have to leave the training thing at noon.

The kicker? I couldn't sleep last night.

Last night, I made absolutely certain to get to bed between 10 and 10:30, so I could be up at 6:30 on the nose and be almost bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. The last thing I wanted was to fall asleep at the wheel during a test. So, despite my utter exhaustion and falling asleep almost right away, I woke up every freaking hour. I'm dead. I don't remember anything from yesterday; I absolutely nailed the phone script and now I can't remember anything past the opening. I don't remember anything I learned. I guarantee you that in two hours, once the class starts, I won't remember what I ate for breakfast (massive bowl of rice krispies, for my future reference because it will drive me crazy later). And, Christ, how will I be able to drive when I couldn't sleep?

Jesus. Positive energy my way today, people, if you can spare it. Even if it's just at 2:25pm EST. I could use it; above all else, I really can't afford to lose my driver's license.

Also, I see that a lot of people are having rough times; I'm sorry I can't really say more, but all the best to everybody!
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Why yes, I have no life! What's this Valentine's Day you speak of? Bah, I say. Bah.

My journal is ugly. I don't like it anymore. But I'm too lazy to make a new layout.

Is there anybody out there waiting for me to post fic? I'm tellin' ya, it may never happen.

I seem to have lost the will to vid. I want to vid, but I just kind of look at it, shrug, and find something else to do.

My room is an ungodly mess. I should do something about this. Eventually.

Is there anyone out there, or is there anyone out there who knows somebody, who can teach me about .htacess and password protecting for websites? I am clueless and lost here and I don't want to pull my vids from the Internet forever.

Life lessons learned from Gauntlet Dark Legacy for the GameCube:
1) Never, ever pass up food lying around. You never know when you might be starving later and unable to get back to that food. But, dude, if the food is poisonous? For god's sake, don't eat it.
2) Don't stand next to something when you try to blow it up. That = stupid.
3) If the person in control leaves you to your own devices for more than a few minutes, you might as well stand around and scratch your arse.

Pearls of nutcaseness* from [livejournal.com profile] ashinae and [livejournal.com profile] sara_elf:
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Indeed.[0
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: I'm not sure what that [0 was doing there. That was a typo. My finger slepped.
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: ... Slipped.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: And I read stepped, which I thought was an interesting way to describe it. *G*
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: LOL. Indeed it would have been *g*
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: While your finger may have slipped, I think my mind slipping is much worse. ;-)
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Well, we've known that for years.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: :-P
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: O:-)
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: My fridge is looking rather bare . . .
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Then give it some clothes! Honestly.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: It's not in the mood for clothes, I tried.
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Ooh, you have a nudist fridge! Those are rare.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: I think it's a hippy nudist fridge.
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Does it smoke a lot of pot? *g*
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: No, but it hums mantras to itself at night.
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: Maybe it's a Buddhist, then.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: Hmmm, a nude Buddhist fridge . . . interesting.
[livejournal.com profile] ashinae: You attract the STRANGEST appliances and electronics, my dear.
[livejournal.com profile] sara_elf: I know, but it keeps life interesting.
* 10 points to anybody who can identify this reference *g*
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You see, I'm in this little situation.

I had this bad day at work. Am now officially behind two and a half hours for my weekend. This may not sound like a lot, but when I have a trainee in for two days and have a crap-ass load of new releases to put out and my usual second-in-command is off because she's getting her tonsils out (she's twenty-one, folks), it sure as heck is a lot of time missing. If things could go wrong or get buggered up, they did. And I already treated myself to way more sugar than I needed, so ice cream is out of the question.

Somebody wanna write me the fanfiction equivalent of comfort food? Please? I'll pay back the favour with whatever I can, when I get the next available opportunity after I finish my portfolio for school. Aragorn/Boromir. Faramir/Boromir. Aragorn/Faramir. Arwen/Aragorn/Boromir. Theoden/Aragorn (would pay richly for this). Would keel over and die and worship a writer as a goddess (not necessarily in that order, though) if she wrote me a lovely Theoden/Gamling! Will also accept Merry/Pippin (perhaps with a sidedish of some Boromir). (Oh, and anybody writing Araboro please be sure to cross-post to <lj comm="rugbytackle" *G*) Now to answer comments about the anti-Aragorn/Legolas picture *G*

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