Hyper Little Thoughts

No, I did not die from the worlds biggest hangover. Just tired. But I think I might go back and delete that last post. Damn, that's bad. Sorry LJ friends with the drunk!Spam.

So, the reason I got so snockered. After class last night, I decided to stop into Gentry for a drink, completely forgetting that it was Halloween. So I went in, and the place is *packed*. I stood in line for about 10 minutes at the bar, only to see Fernando running back and forth because he's the only bartender. And Arbin was the only one cocktailing, and at the end of the bar there's a mountain of dirty glassware. So Fernando sees me, and asks if I can do him a favor. Of course I said yes. So, I wound up washing dishes and bussing tables for about two hours while the person who was *supposed* to be doing it but got drunk and abandoned his job was singing with the entertainer. Worked out nicely, though. I drank for free, they tipped me out at the end of the night ($80 for two hours of work? HELL YES), and then they took me to Charlies and pumped me full of whatever liquer I could hold. [as a sidebar, I can never drink Jeigermeister again - I choked on my fourth shot and coughed so bad, it came out my nose. just the thought of *smelling* that stuff right now makes me wanna yak] I wasn't as bad as I have been, but I was pretty bad. Whatever; I had fun. I deserved it - the past few weeks have been pretty shitty.

Oh, and another cool thing - because I did so well last night and helped them out, they want to make the door man on New Years Eve. How cool is that?

And now I'm off to shop at Target. See, when you take school out of the equation? Life rocks.

Okay, I'm still kinda new to this apartment thing, so I could use the help of those that know:

My next door neighbor has apparently bought or discovered how to work his stereo. The past three days, now, I've had to listen to the thumpa thumpa of really bad dance music or really high-pitched rap music. The WALL is vibrating. It doesn't really bother me too much, because I'm not home very often. But when I am home, it's constant.

Should I be "that guy" and say something, or just deal with it? I mean, it's not like I'm living in a dorm anymore. Why should I have to live like I am?

EDIT: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH now it's 80's music!!!

So...We went shopping. I actually went into Prada and looked around. Found a few things that I liked, but not enough to spend even 1/5th of the cost for it.

I did spend quite a bit (for me, anyway) at Nordstrom. Bought a beautiful baby blue cashmere sweater, a cool corderoy derby hat, and my new favorite cologne, Bvlgari. Then we decided to dress up and go out, afterall. So we ran into Beatnix to get costumes really quick. And we're about to eat and head out.

Pictures tomorrow/Monday.

Laters.

Happy halloween!

Yeah. Still obsessed. *sigh* I'm considering splurging and actually buying the album. But I also really want Cinderella on DVD. Or maybe I'll be good and not buy anything at all, open up a savings account, and save some money for a rainy day. That would be the smart, wise, grown-up thing to do. beat.

Just got home from work a bit ago. I hurt so much that I had to take a cab home from the El, and I only live about 5 blocks away. Kind of lazy, I know, but gorram did I work my ass off tonight. It was nonstop from the time I got there at 3 to the time I got my break at 11pm. Tonight was the mayor's annual Halloween Ball. I made $25 in tips for bringing a table a tray of cosmos. Gotta love the rich people.

I'm kinda blue tonight, but it's probably because I'm so damn tired. And the fact that it'll be Halloween in three days, er, two. I'm not doing anything special at all. I used to *love* Halloween, but this year I just can't seem to get in the spirit. This icon is about as skeery as I'm gonna get. Kinda makes me a little sad.

Ah well, I'll feel better in the morning.

Note to self: CALL VINCE!

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 13/ ?
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.

( Chapter 13 )

Chicago won the World Series.

How Neat!

I live in a city that just won something. Cool.

Hey - I know a lot of you are database type people, and some of you are proffesional type people. Well, I'm in a bind and need some help.

I'm trying to find twelve towns at random, from different parts of the US. And I'm trying to search by population. I need half of them to be under 5,000 and half of them to be more than 25,000. I have to find the high school/college of that town and the contact person.

Does anyone know how to go about doing this? I've tried the US Census Bureau but those fucktards didn't help. And neither did State websites.

*cries*

A little short, but a good intermission.

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 12/?
Author: chocgood84
Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks to kitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.
Previous parts at my website or in my memories.

( Chapter 12 )

Okay, people. I'm all packed, the apartment is almost spotless. All that's left is to shower, do a once over, and load up the car and head out. I just checked weather.com, and supposedly there's a fog advisory for the drive home - great.

So I guess that's it - see you all in a few days. I'll be back Sunday night/Monday morning.

Have a fun weekend:)

So I'm packing to go home. Spent the day writing and getting some various apartment things done. Haven't even started on schoolwork yet. That's the next thing to tackle, after packing. And not to overexcite anyone or anything, I may or may not have finished the next part of L2bL.

I know I say this everytime I go home, but this is kind of weird, packing to go home. It's the first time since I moved in that I'll be elsewhere for more than a night. So I've been obsessing all day about making sure all the candles and everything are put away and the radiator's aren't leaking, and the stove and oven are completely in the off position. All the faucets are off and the drains cleared. And that's just on this end of the going home oddness. I haven't actually gone yet. How's it going to be once I actually get there? Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

I'll probably do a quick post later tonight or before I leave tomorrow.

Odd.