Hyper Little Thoughts

Went down to get the mail and take the trash out. All week long I've been checking it and getting nothing.

Today I got all my bills in one lump sum.

*feels very Charlie Brownish*

hmph.

I'll put this post behind a cut because I know I'm flooding your f-lists today.

( Homophobia makes me sad. )

I just spent the last two and a half hours reorganizing my website and making a few updates, getting some other stuff up on it. If I even see an html code for the rest of the day I may gouge out my eyes.

But, I managed to get a bunch of stuff straightened out, and I think it's easier to use now. So, yay.

Now I really really need to get down to the nitty gritty and pound out chapter 16 of L2bL so I can get it posted before I leave Friday (hopefully).

Which brings me to my next topic. Matt asked me if I could drive him home on Friday (he only lives a half hour away from me), but he doesn't get off work until 6, and I was hoping to leave that morning. I already told him I probably couldn't, but he hasn't bought his train ticket yet. Could be tons of fun driving with him, though - any suggestions?

Also, he wants me to go out with him on New Year's Eve. And so does Arben and Nando. But, if I work, I'll get time and a half. And 15 hours at time and a half - guh! BUT I've always wanted to spend new year's eve out with friends, and I've never had the opportunity. Not sure what to do. Money vs. fun and frolics. Decisions, decisions.

funny how now my BIG problems are revolving around such trivial issues ATM, innit?

Matt just called to check what time the movie starts and everything. We're wanting to go to the 7pm showing, but he just got off work downtown and he wants to come home and grab something to eat before we go.

So then he asks if I've had dinner. When I said no, he asked if I like pasta (um. duh) and would I like to come to his place for dinner.

Um. A boy is making me dinner and then we're going out to a movie and dancing. In the four days I've known him, I've seen him four times and talked to him enough to make me worry about my cell phone bill.

Could it be? Something...something?

Don't mind me - I'll just be over here in the corner grinning from ear to ear and sighing happily.

Okey dokey, folks.

Got my gifts (thank god for free gift-wrapping!) for Jarred and for Luther & Arben. Am about to get dressed and head out. Can't quite decide on an outfit, though, which kinda hauks me off. Either the blue cashmere or the brown argyle. Hmm. I'll figure it out:)

Cool cool. My first Christmas in the city, and I have *friend's* parties to go to. I really shouldn't be this excited, but I kind of am. I've never been to one before (worked, yes, but not attended). Jarred's I'll only know about 3 people there. Arben's I should know everyone. Anyhoo, it should be a fun evening all around.

I'm sure I'll post when I get home:)

Hee!

I had a couple of drinks, so yes, I am a bit ... happy. But. I met someone tonight. I'm almost totally positive that it's a BFF kind of thing, but he's soo neat. We're like, exactly the same person. We're from the same area (He's from Kewannee, I'm from Coal Valley), we know the same people from the QCs, we both dated someone named Chris, it's CREEPY how many things we have that are similar. And we only live two blocks from each other! He's cute as hell, and uber sweet. Like I said though - totally a friendship thing (although, I wouldn't be opposed to something more), but how fucking cool! We might even be driving back home together for Xmas.

What a small fucking world.

That really brightens up my otherwise crappy-esque day.

Just got back from the dentist.

It seems that I am definetely my mother's child. She gave me my complexion, my eyes, my hair, and also, gum disease.

*glares*

At first, he asked me if I was a Crystal Meth user, to which I gawked and proclaimed my drug-freedom. Doc told me he's never seen it so advanced in someone my age. Luckily, we've caught it soon enough that I won't lose any teeth. He said if I'd waited another month or two, I could have lost all of them, along with the bones. Also, I don't have to have surgery. I have to go in for two deep-cleaning sessions next week. One on Monday (at 8:00 in the morning!) and one on Friday before I head out of town. And then I'll have to go in a month later and get some cavaties taken care of. The funniest thing? I'm a freak about my teeth - I brush, floss, and gargle three times a day. My smile's about the only thing I *like* about my body. But, he said that just doing that won't help - I'll have to go in every three or four months to get them cleaned. Which means I need much better insurance, or to make much more money.

More bad (although it's techinically good) news: I have to quit smoking. That accelerates the rate of build-up under the teeth. Funny - when I last saw a physician, he told me I had to quit smoking too, but I waved it off. Now that we're talking about my *teeth*, I'm like "I'll get right on that". So now I'm on a concious effort to quit. *eep* Tonight when I get off work, I'm going through my cabinets and getting rid of any junk food/fatty food/soda/high-carb crap that will make me gain weight. So, I'm starting a diet, and quitting smoking. May god help all the innocent people I'll wind up killing because of this.

The good good news, though. I found an incredibly good dentist who is nice. My old dentist, though she's a nice woman and good at her job, I gave her the nickname of Nazi Laub. AND the dentist (and the technician!) is...shall we say...I'll be in my bunk? And of course, gay, the both of them. *sweet*. Not that I would make a move on my dentist, because, wierd. But, I think it's kinda neat.

Okay, enough health drama. I need to get ready for work. And then I'll come home and write, because I (stupidly!) volunteered to write for the Excessant Yule Project. *hangs head in shame*

bleck

and more bleck.

I have to go to work. Tonight I work in Winnetka for Ford CEO (should be a...fun...party). Tomorrow I work downtown from 3 - 1 and Saturday I also work downtown from 3 - 1. And my paycheck still hasn't gotten here.

I? Am not in a good mood.

I actually had to go through my chair cushions to find spare change to buy *bread* the other day.

*sigh*

And I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Yay! Because I might get whatever the fuck this is fixed. But, crap, because - pain, and expensive.

Okay, thus ends the pity party - I know there's lots of people with worse stuff going on. I hope you all start getting the good things you deserve.

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 15/ ?
Author: chocgood84
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: Characters in this fic, aside from original characters, are property of ME and Joss Whedon. I’m just playing; I get no reward. Don’t sue, I’m poor.
Warning: Just the standard: Slashfic, with some brief episodes of het sex. Some graphic scenes of violence, sexual situations, and other assorted adult situations.
Author’s Note: This is my latest WIP, and it’s coinciding with my last year of college. I may or may not get to update very frequently – but I have no plans of discontinuing or abandoning it, so if you’re patient – there will be more. Also, this is somewhat AU in the sense that Dawn doesn’t exist, and Adam was never created so the initiative is still around for the time being. Also, a big thank you to the official L2bL beta, kittypoker1.
Previous parts can be found at my website, or in my Livejournal Memories.

Sorry for the long absense, but this was incredibly hard to write for some reason.

( Chapter 15 - Not as long, but I hope it's as good. )

The writing has, at long last, commenced. At the hour just near sleep.

*yawn*

Figures.