synapticjava: (borednow)
( Oct. 29th, 2007 01:10 pm)
Um. Hi, I'm four.

Me and the new guy (aka the new boss, aka "Biff" a la Back to the Future) are officially in pre-rumble mode cue West Side OfficeMax theme song here. I think our main issue is that I think he's a giant stupid brutish inbred moron who should have never been hired. He, aparrently, disagrees. We actually had a 30 minute argument this morning over how to break down boxes. True story. Of course I won because, well, I'm me. And also because I'm right. He just makes it so easy to sink to pre-K "Nuh uh!" syndrome. And it's not even that he's ignorant - he has a MA in education for crying out loud. It's just that if I have to answer one more question that he should know the answer to (or not...isn't it great when they bring people off the street?), I think I might staple his tongue to his eyelid - just a thought.

Otherwise, today is a happy day. My mind is clear for a moment, and my body is relax mode. I think I finally overloaded myself thinking too much, which is actually a perty darn nice feeling. Stress, be gone.
synapticjava: (devine inspiration)
( Oct. 28th, 2007 08:28 pm)
Crackling static dribbles from the stereo speakers;
the crashing wind screams and freezes through the cracked window
as I slice through the night on burning rubber.
The lights of the city glow like embers against the twilight sky behind me.
My slick palms grip the wheel, knuckles white and aching.
Every piece of me is throbbing, exhaling, humming, singing.
Laughter is pressed against my lips,
my tongue rolling against my teeth in a silent grin.
I cannot keep still the thoughts and fantasies that hopscotch through my mind,
the daydreams and longings that pierce this newly unlocked vault that is my heart,
my soul.
Even as my shoe mashes the iron pedal against the synthetic floor
I feel myself drifting, floating, sailing slowly and steadily
towards a place I feel safe, towards a place I feel normal again.
To you.

This is but one memory of a thousand
which would that I could be rid of.
Only one of a thousand sleepless nights remembering rememberings
which I only wish to forget.
So last night was a hoot and a half. I sang (horribly), I danced (whorely), met some new friends. It was just what the doctor ordered to blow off some steam. Justin & Cari know some good people, that's for sure.

I heart this movie.

Mom's going in for an MRI tomorrow night, then the biopsy's been scheduled for the 7th. She still hasn't decided what she's going to do yet. I think i'm going to hold off on any emotional response until she gets the results.
Four different people just texted me asking me to come out tonight, and two of them told me to come in costume. For the life of me, I could not understand why.

Right. halloween.

When the hell did it get to be halloween? Where did this year go?
synapticjava: (Default)
( Oct. 27th, 2007 04:44 pm)
We have to design our own business cards at work for training on the new design center order system, and we get 100 prints of whatever we design. I thought hey, if I'm going to have business cards, why not put them to use and use them as mini-resumes (I'm actually going to have the link to my resume webpage on the back, so that's kind of nifty)?

The problem is that I can't decide on which one to use. I created 7 designs, and I'm not sure which I like best. Could you take a look and let me know which you like? If you have any suggestions, I'll definetely appreciate them as well!

Cards behind the cut (7 images, smallish) )
boo. work stucks.

I think today is an "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" day. i haven't watched that since i moved, and i think i need to correct that.

yay, tonight! going out, me and cari are heading for kareokee and our respective poisons. sounds like fun to me.

but first, i nap.
I'm in much better spirits today. In a weird way, I think last night has a lot to do with it. It really helps knowing I was wanted, that someone found me desirable and interesting. I've not really felt that way since Frank. Not that I'm going back to my old tricks, but for the first time in a LONG time, I felt that. Attractive.

I'm not ready to deal with the mom situation. I just, can't. Not right now. I have this irrational idea that if I avoid all contact with home, that it's not happening. That if I don't hear it, about it, it just doesn't exist. In no way is this healthy, I know that. But just for a little while. I mean...it's my mom.

Now I'm going to spend the afternoon watching SPN, try writing, and getting caught up on some much needed sleep.

I leave you with this: an SPN angst!vid I found set to my new favorite song by my new favorite band.
synapticjava: (slut!)
( Oct. 25th, 2007 10:22 pm)
Well I guess there is something to be said for affirming life.

*skips tiredly off to bed*
I'm in love.

With a new (to me) band. Poets of the Fall. They're just damn good. And their videos are so pretty. Like, whoa.
synapticjava: (Default)
( Oct. 24th, 2007 08:45 pm)
I really have this incredible urge to just pack up my car with a few changes of clothes and just keep driving until I can't anymore.
synapticjava: (Default)
( Oct. 24th, 2007 03:54 pm)
I'm just...surprised. Shocked. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do.
synapticjava: (allfall)
( Oct. 23rd, 2007 08:28 am)
What do you do when your mom calls you and tells you that now they've found several large lumps in her breast. And that if the biopsy comes back positive for breast cancer, she'll forgoe treatment. What do you do when she tells you that six months to live is a blessing?
synapticjava: (wings)
( Oct. 22nd, 2007 04:19 pm)
Turning out to be one of those days. Thought these were done.

I think it's time for a lifestyle change. Maybe time to give another go to quit smoking. I've been losing weight lately without trying, maybe I should actually try to be healthy. For me, not to impress or attract anyone. Lately I've not been very happy with myself, and just disgusted with my body.

I think I might look for a second job, too, for my days off and swing shifts at Omax. Might as well put my downtime to some use, right? Idle hands are the devil's work.

For now, I think I'll just go to bed. Another couple of nights of overnights ahead of me.
synapticjava: (evol)
( Oct. 22nd, 2007 09:36 am)
I think I'm becoming an anti-capitalist.

Money sucks.
to get rid of these clothes. seriously - i don't need 10 pairs of jeans. i only wear 3, because they're the only ones that fit. i keep stock piling clothes of different sizes because i worry about gaining/losing weight. is that normal?

anyway, my "get rid of pile" is getting larger than my "keep" pile. that's good, right?
I was wondering if any of you SPN fans happen to know a good SPN song/soundtrack/playlist website out there, or have one? I love the music, but don't know classic rock very well at all.
synapticjava: (oh honey no!)
( Oct. 20th, 2007 08:00 pm)
Possibly the funniest SPN ever.

Also, I'm a little peeved about this season. *he* is the "big bad"? I hate that guy. If it weren't that I'm hooked, I would stop watching it just because of that character.

*grumble grumble*

Jerry Lewis stacking chairs. heehee.
My trip home was a fairly decent one. Spent it mostly with my family, hung out with a few friends I haven't seen for a long while. My nephew is, obviously, adorable. My brother's going to be a really good dad. And now, he's married. It's very strange for me. I was always so ashamed of him, and now I'm really proud of him, a little jealous, even. Mostly proud. And his wife's a good woman, too.

Genevieve called, and we talked. I knew it would happen someday, but truth be told I thought it would take longer. She's leaving Chicago, and she was explaining to me why, and it was all the same things I said when I left. She said she finally understands why I left. This is also very strange. I'm finally settling into this completely on my own / alone feeling, and all these old friends are coming out of the woodwork. I don't know if I'm ready to have so much of my past back in my life.

Everything's so encredibly different, but also so much the same. I feel like I've gone through a lot of changes but it's not enough.
synapticjava: (adorable)
( Oct. 14th, 2007 09:10 am)
I got to hold him. For like, an hour. He's a precious little goober. *melts*

Piccies behind the cut )
Coming at you from my new laptop. Squee. I can even deal with the mental terrorism my parents put me through to get it. They bought it for me, but only on the condition that I'm back in school inside of a year. It doesn't sound as bad as it actually was.

The trip home, so far, has been...interesting to say the least. Some highlights are that my mom has become a raving loon, my sister is a cokehead, my dad is clueless or at least pretends to be, and my brother's wife decided she doesn't really like our family so much and is somewhat playing keepaway with the baby - at least that's what my mom thinks. Personally, I think Ethan is only a week old, has a broken shoulder (they had to break it to get him out), and a first time father on his heels, so it seems only natural that they are kind of hiding him away for a bit. Plus, it's not like we can't see him - we just have to drive out to where he is to do so, which I don't think is all that unreasonable. I'm going out today to actually see and hold him. But, I managed to get some pictures of him. The first in a series of nephew pic!spam:
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