Fucking hate closing with Spaztasic Assistant Manager. HATE IT WITH UNBRIDLED LOATHING.

Also, Summer has reached a new level of suckitude. Allergies + Sinus Migraines w/Uber-Smelling = MISERY. I thought I was going to DIE earlier. Had a icepack over my eyes. Why is ALWAYS my EYES? Right under the eyebrow, the sides, underneath--WTF?? Fucking SINUS HEADACHES.

And, to add to the Specialness, Mom called about people calling. Fucking bills.

In better things, Heather's apparently around town. Which is interesting. If she meant she was leaving next Saturday I might get to see her. Or this one considering I don't work IF I get a hold of her again.

Also, my RPG char needs to make me stop empathizing with him. I may end up making a soundtrack for the thing myself, because I'm a spaz.

Should finish the LAST BATCH OMG of Icon-100. Can't believe I managed to do it. Well, I haven't' done all of it but it certainly looks bullish to me.

Should also post other things like one/two parts of the Plaude fic.

Bah.

My head is abso-fucking-lutely killing me. And it's not from staring at the screen.

In other news I actually slept more than 5 hours at a time (gasp!). I mean i sorta woke up at 7 when dad randomly was watching Mister Roberts again ("It's Ensign Pulver and I just threw your stinkin'  palm tree overboard! Now what's all this crud about no movie tonight?") But I fell back asleep thus making from 5am-11am the longest time I've slept in a while. Very impressed.

Also, having a heckuva time trying to dl "Whose Monkey is it Anyway?". I keep inadvertantly knocking myself OFF. Well the first time was the library's fault. This time it's mine. it was taking forever because there's no free wires and I'm on the wireless but it was at 60% dl... so.. kinda pissed. so.. i guess I'll do it again.

Aaaand now i have to go and work. Bah. And then go to my stepmom's family's place. Which I hate because.. lots of people and small-ass house. Makes me claustrophobic and totally ups my social anxiety because, um, don't really know these people that much.  D:<

Yeah. So that' s what I'm doin. G2G now.

Note: I literally wrote this in MSWord, adding the current music, mood, and tags from the best of my memory… because I was missing lj so bad...

So. After spending the day at my mom’s and venturing out to be online for a while my newfound allergies started kicking in. Or maybe that was the migraines. Or both. All I know is that I started feeling miserable at the end of my time online and know less then two blocks toward the place where I buy my bus passes things started getting weird.

Niki/Jessica had enhanced strength
Dale Smithers had enhanced hearing

I had enhanced sense of smell.

What. The fuck? Seriously. It was like I was a dog or something, cement, grass, someone’s shampoo…and then the normal stuff was way strong, there was some nail-place and whatever chemicals they had just about killed me. I started to get all nauseated and stuff to, so that sucked. Eventually I made it home and took a nap.

Later, of course, Mom told me that heightened sense of smell was common in bad migraines. I knew about the sensitivity to light and sound but smell never registered as a possibility. Still, I felt pretty special for a while. Mom told me I should beg grandpa for help with my bills and get testing done.

Don’t really wanna beg for money. If that random one for the contacts appt hadn’t showed up (months after the fact) it wouldn’t be bad. God, I really don’t want to beg for money—especially with all this Sam losing his job stuff going on. I mean, at 9pm he still wasn’t at Uncle Aaron’s so I’m hoping that he didn’t try to go up to Fargo and talk Sam into coming down or something when Sam’s being anal about it all.

Stupid family. They’re not usually all lame like this, so it’s really fucking irritating. Tomorrow’s going to be so damn long too. I’m not even going to into that other thing that’s irritating about it.

Sadly, I think I’m more pissed that Sam’s not coming down then the fact that he has no job and stuff. I mean, yeah, that bites and he’s gotta shitload of debt so he really needs a job but he’s my uncle. We’re a lot a like maybe in more ways than we should be but, you know, I’m just trying to deal with my life the best I can. Mom said that he’d said he mainly lived day-to-day. So do I, for the most part. And yeah, I can see that if I don’t get a better job or (god forbid) get fired from this one I’ll be in a debt thing too. But I haven’t made as many bad decisions as he has yet, and I’m trying to avoid them.

So I hate living with my two pairs of parents, so what? They let me hang out; use their washing machine, TV and internet respectively. They don’t charge me rent. This is a good thing I have and while irritating at times what with the maid-substitutions and last-minute babysitter events, it’s a hell of a lot better than me taking out an extra loan to live on my own.

It’s just better. I do plan on getting out, I really do, but right now I have to focus on the every-day stuff, the weekly and monthly stuff. X amount to insurance, the one medical bill that’s almost finished, those two loans from college that aren’t as much as they could have been had I stayed longer than a year… It can suck, being twenty dollars away from broke until my next paycheck but I would rather have made my payments and be nearly broke than have another loan on my hands.

I suppose I should ask Grandpa for help, just to get that one thing out of the way, but if I do, want it to be a loan I can payback and not some random obligation. I hate owing people stuff. And as soon as all that’s cleared away, I’m getting myself a track-phone... a pre-paid thing so that people can get a hold of me whenever and without trying two numbers. That’s all I really need the damn thing for anyway, contact purposes.

Summer is pretty much here, the mall will be busy and seeing as I have no other duties in life I’ll be working whenever Julie schedules me, which is all right by Sefton; because I need it, and it would be cool if I managed to save more than 50 bucks after paying off stuff.

Well, it’s midnight here, my baby brother graduates in 10 hours and I think I’m gonna make him a cake or batch of cookies. I haven’t decided which yet. No doubt I’ll tag that onto whatever post-baking before-bed thing I write.

Ta, Izzi

 

Post-Baking-Entry 1:28AM:

I made cupcakes. With chocolate chips in them. Still have to make frosting but, bah, it can wait until the morning. Late night baking roxers. I mean, Lu and I have done it for ages and it’s not so bad on my own…except that I have no one to share my insanity with but that’s okay. I know she wouldn’t have wanted to here the Dancemix Techno Version of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” that played while I was mixing stuff together.

Probably shouldn’t have eaten a quarter of the mix tho… >> Oh well.