Hyper Little Thoughts

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.

Just checked out the Chicago Bears website to see if they're playing here or away today (I have to work down by there this afternoon, so I wanted to make sure I would find parking vs. taking the El), and I find out that they're on a 9 game winning streak. So, they're 9 for 3.

Not that I really care about the Bears, because football - ew. But, wouldn't it be awesome if Chicago somehow got into the Superbowl and somehow won it? Because then we would have won the World Series *and* the Superbowl. Imagine how great that would be for the city.

Wow, have I become a true Chicagoan or what? la la la

And also - my mum just called, they're about an hour away. EEP! Fortunetely, however, she has decided that she would not like to drive in the city, so I'm off the hook for her stopping by here. *yay* I just have to go meet them in Oakbrook in an hour or so, and get some lunch with them. Teehee!

Wow, it's amazing what a good night of sleep can do for a body.

I went out last night and had a couple of drinks, and instead of making a night of it, because I worked yesterday, I came home about 2 and crashed out. Didn't get up till noon. And I feel about 100% better all around.

Last night at work was kinda cool. Since we had so much rental staff, I was made Buffet Captain. Which means I was in charge of the food, assignements, set-up and break-down of buffets, and in charge of all food staff.

And we got out before 11:00, which makes me happy (I'm just so tired of getting out of work so late.).

Sorry if my posts lately have been the diary of a Crazy Bi-Polar Psych Student. RL is all kinds of crazy lately. And that's putting it gently.

And TONS of it! The forecast is for up to 9 inches (*snickers) before the end of the storm tonight.

I know in a few days I'll probably be sick of it, but right now, it's just what I needed. I was feeling a little low today and very bah-humbug doing my errands and going to work. But getting off of the el tonight after work and walking home, wading through drifts of unshovled sidewalk made me smile. I started thinking about being a kid and having those rare snow days.

*happy sigh*

So now, I'm going to pop open a can of pepsi, snack on something fattening, smoke me a cigarette, and watch some Angel.

And maybe write a little.

All in all, not a bad way to spend a snowy winter's eve:)

I am.

Wheee.

I'm totally pigging out on frozen pizza and dorito's. And watching an episode of Angel while I eat it. It's almost 3 am and I have to be up at 7 to move my car. Fun stuff.

I've decided - fuck the PTB.

Erm.

The top two highlights of my day were when a)I spilled hot coffee on a guest at work tonight. The guest turned out to be the graduate psych directer at Northwestern University - the second "wish school" on my list. So, I've scratched it off my list. and b) when I found out that yes, indeed, I must have left my phone in a cab, and hence, it is forever lost. So tomorrow I have to go get a new one. Which means I have no phone numbers and no way of contacting some people to get them.

If I had your phone number, or you want to give it to me, please comment here - comments will be screened.