So, I'm actually in a good mood today. I went to check the mail today, and along with the new power cord for my lappy, there's an evelope from my mum. Inside was a check! *whoot* It looks like I'm going to be able to make rent afterall *knock on wood*. Not all that sure how I'm going to pay bills, but hey, at least I won't be homeless *knock on wood again*. It's amazing how much better that makes me feel. Whoever said money can't buy happiness obviously wasn't a poor schlub like me.

Also, now that I have my lappy back in working condition, Lean to be Lonely is going be getting back on track. And there may even be a new other suprise coming up soon - more on that at a later date.

In other news, G took me to see Skeleton Key the other night - absolutely fantastic. It's got my two thumbs up. Last night we rented Hide and Seek, and suprisingly I did like it (I'm in no way shape or form anything resembling a DeNiro fan - he bugs the hell out of me). I didn't think it was all that scary, but I liked it. About the creepiest thing in that movie was the little girl, though. That's the stuff that makes me not want children. *cringe* Two words, though? Pooooor kitty.

As for the nightmares? Still having them. Last night I dreamt I was a bottle of champage, and someone popped my head off like a cork. It shot around the room bouncing off walls and a couple chandeliers before finally landing in someone's crue de te. And the other night when I stayed ad G's, I was sleeping on the couch and she was on the floor. Apparently I was thrashing around and making wierd sounds enough that she had to get up and go in her room and shut the door. Seriously? I think I might be losing my mind. Where's a good free therapist when you need one, eh?

Anyway, I'm gonna scoot. Still got some stuff to take care of here, and then I'm headed home to figure out something for dinner. I'm thinking leftovers. I've got half a garlic-lover's pizza from Chicago's, two pork chops, half a meat loaf, and some sauteed fruit. Hrmm...Meetloaf and pizza? Hell yeah. And then it's going to be settling down for the night to read some more of and hopefully finish 1984 (which I'll so be commenting on once I finish). I promise, tomorrow I'll work on getting some more of L2bL up and responding to comments/emails. I hope.
synapticjava: (otp)
( Aug. 17th, 2005 04:21 pm)
Here be the piccies that I promised ever so long ago:

You know, behind the cut, because it's a lot. )
synapticjava: (hideyourskin)
( Aug. 15th, 2005 02:31 pm)
That's not even including the cut-wrenching fear-inducing afraid to leave the bed waking up screaming from nightmares that have been keeping me up pretty much all night every night. We're talking dreams like giant snakes eating me alive, nests of spiders in my nose hatching and eating me alive, falling down wells and dieing of thirst, being stoned to death, staked, stabbed, shot, poisoned and caught fire to.

And one wierd dream where I'm a vampire slayer and the big bad is a giant pair of shoes going around and stomping people to death, and the last thing I see is a size 500 Sketcher coming down on me.

Have I mentioned how not well I am right now?
synapticjava: (piggy)
( Aug. 15th, 2005 02:12 pm)
Insert nervous breakdown here: )
synapticjava: (pinacolada)
( Aug. 13th, 2005 02:23 pm)
And in a city, or at the very least, Chicago, that means everyone has gone CRAZY! Seriously, it took me 30 min to drive to DePaul just now - it's normally a 7 minute drive. It's not because there's more traffic, it's because there is dumber traffic. Everyone loses their mind - pedestrians included. Instead of using crosswalks, to avoid the rain, they'll leapfrog accross busy streets from awning to awning. Like I said, crazy.

Still haven't heard from the video store - I'm getting worried. And because I don't know protocol in these situations, I'm not sure what to do - do I call them? Do I wait another week and then call? Or do I just cash in my chips and fold? Either way, I need a job. NOW.

Speaking of jobs - I've got one at the Adler in an hour. Normally a 20 minute drive, but I should probably go now, and I'll still be late. Not sure how LSD is during the rain (That's Lake Shore Drive for you non-locals). On the other hand, though? It's not a bajillion degrees outside, which makes me happy. Not to mention, I just plain love rain. No storms, yet, but it's supposed to for the next three days. *whoot*

Love y'all.
synapticjava: (pinacolada)
( Aug. 12th, 2005 03:17 pm)
I'm in love with this man. Yowza. The things he can do to me with his voice...*whew*

So, a little better today, aside fromt he fact that I'm now 100% broke and haven't heard back from that job and am only scheduled to work another three days THIS MONTH with the catering company. But hey, depression is slipping away - that's good, right? I think maybe it was just my turn for a few-day funk. I'm just...*cringe*...poor. God that word leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Then again, I am a material boy.

At the risk of jinxing myself, things are starting to look like they might get better. The other night when me and Vive went to dinner, this so/so looking waiter kept staring at me the whole night, and then it happened again later when we were driving home. So hey, hotness points makes a boy feel loved. I got a call this morning letting me know that my camera's finished being worked on and can pick it up - which means pictures of the apartment tomorrow! I called and ordered a new power cord for my computer (more on that in a sec), I have the full list of my professors, all of whom with the exception of one, have been highly rated and recommended. And? DePaul gave me $5,000 back of what they cut out of my aid. Which means the loans I'll have to take out have dropped by $5,000. Barely makes a dent, but come on - that's really good news. Oh, and yesterday I finally finished cleaning my apartment (I've been working at it since the day after my housewarming). So hey, good stuff.

The bad stuff is that the power cord on my computer is compltely fucked up, so I can't charge my battery and can't use my computer at all until the cord gets here. This means, my friends, that there'll be no more L2bL until I get that cord. And it'll be at the minimum, a week and a half. *tear*

Okay, I need to run and pick up my camera and go home and get dressed - it's Vive's roomate's birthday and I've been sucked into going (and by sucked I mean threatened). I'm so planning on leaving 15 mins after I get there.
Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 6/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.

Chapter 6 here )
synapticjava: (madness!)
( Aug. 5th, 2005 11:10 am)
1. I *swear* I will reply to comments as soon as I get another chance (possibly even this afternoon). I'm falling behind again, and I suck. BUT I have been kind of busy lately.

2. Went out last night - I think I may actually be starting to dislike vodka *gasp*. OR it could be that I've been getting way too much of it and my body's trying to say "Knock it off!" Yeah, okay, I know which one it is, and aside from that I think I am going to slow down with the bars for a bit. Er rather, the random consumption at bars. I'm starting to get actual hangovers for crissakes.

3. Despite how wonderful the idea sounds at 3:00 am, it is not a good idea to take a cab from the bar to local gay IHOP and pig out on a breakfast sampler after having just done several shots and a few too many drinks. It makes for a not-fun morning after.

4. The interview! It actually went way better than I'd imagined it would. The store director loved me, or at least he said so;) He told me he liked that I've had previous management experience, and that I've worked in fast food because it easily transitions into video rentals. AND they don't want me for just a sales clerk - they want me as a shift manager. Which, honestly, I'm a little wary about just because of the BK BS. But he said that if I get the job, we'd work my schedule around school and my other job. The only real problem I have with it is that I have to wait until next THURSDAY at the very earliest to hear whether I got it or not. He has to give the notes from my interview with him to his district manager. And if she likes what she sees, she'll call me in for a second interview with her. So there's about four scenarios here and each makes me a little nervous: 1)I never hear from either of them, 2)I hear from him and he tells me I didn't get it, 3)I get an interview with her and strike out, or 4)I get an interview with her and I get it. What it boils down to is that...Eh, I still don't know yet. But the interview went well!

5. Heading up to the north shore to get my check and put it in the bank. I know I've been asking for a lot of finger crossing - but keep doing it, and hopefully I'll have enough money to live this month:)

6. Poo!
synapticjava: (madness!)
( Aug. 4th, 2005 03:08 pm)
Interview in ONE HOUR, people!

Damn, I look good today. I mean, REAL good. The kinda good that's *too* good to waste at home on a Thursday night. Depending on whether or not I actually get this job, I'm thinking a celebration is in order - for the job *and* for how good I look today.

Eep! One hour!

Cripes, I'm nervous for no reason - it's not like I've never interviewed for a job before and it's not like I really actually *need* this job, but holy hell it would be nice if I got it. Like really nice; SOOPER nice, even.

I want a new tattoo. Hrmm...

ONE HOUR!!!
Killing time before my job interview, so I figure what the heck? Might as well post the next chapter:)

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 5/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 here.

And here there be chapter 5 )
synapticjava: (evol)
( Aug. 1st, 2005 03:26 pm)
Alright. I had this big whole post ready to go in my head, but now it's not wanting to come out, so I'll just use my talanted summarization skills to give a run down of why my life is wierd.

1. Work the other day was a wedding and reception for two lesbian women. They were quite possibly the biggest hanus bitches I've ever seen in my whole life. I was torn between congratulating them and telling them how proud I was and what a great thing they were doing, or ripping out their hair and spilling red wine on their pant suits. This was the same party in which a guest grabbed my ass while simultaneously knocking over my tray of glasses and in which the porky bridesmaid knocked me over while she was making a beeline for the Crystal. Wh0re. Incidently, this was the same porky bridesmaid (there were two of them) who later mistook my shoe for the lady's room and threw up on it.

2. I have an interview this week for a position working at a video store. Knock on wood and cross your fingers, people. This would be twice the money coming in and allow me some nice spending money. Hence, there would be internet.

3. Also at work the other day, I was asked out by a drag queen. He asked if I had a lover and I told him: yes.

4. Wound up going to Gentry last night, the piano bar at the end of my block. I think it's my new favorite place. Alma, the woman who was singing last night, was amazing and kept coming over to our table and making sure we were having fun and taking requests and stuff. And then at the end of the night, the *gorgeous* cocktail waiter gave me a huge hug and asked if I was doing anything Saturday night. Indeed I am, damn job, but he wants me to meet him there after I get off work. Could this be a potential? What's the consensus?

5. There is no five, actually. I'm running out of battery and I need to go eat. Sooooo...

peace.
synapticjava: (otp)
( Jul. 30th, 2005 01:55 pm)
Or rather, a person could move to the beat of my temple. Got a *bad* headache. Waiting for the yummy pills to kick in, because I have to work in an hour. And noooooo I did not go out and get drunk last night, thank you very much. I'm abstaining from drinking for two weeks - you know, till my next paycheck:) But seriously. Last night at work was KERAZY. And not in a good way, no no. A plated *choice* entree dinner for 500. It went pretty quickly, that's true, but it was still LONG. I got to work at two o'clock. I left work at 1:30 and got home around 2ish. It does make for a long day. After that all I wanted was to eat some chicken noodle-o's and watch an episode of QAF and pass the hell out. Which I did. My alarm woke me up at noon today and I still had a hard time trying to get out of bed. And now I'm sitting in front of this computer with my eyes drooping. I think I might take a walk down to McDonalds and get some lunch. I'm in a greasy-kill me-mm mm heart attack kind of mood. And I'm not sure how long I'll be working tonight before we get our lunch break (is it still a lunch break if it's at midnight?) and I soooo cannot go to work without eating anymore. Although, I've lost a couple pounds and gained a couple inches in my arms:)

Honestly, there *was* a point to this post.

God, I'm so tired. But, at least I have tomorrow and Monday off. 'Cept tomorrow I have to go to the market. All I have in my refrigerator is a lime, a quart of spoilt milk, a can of Red Bull, and a half gallon of Cranberry Juice. S'okay, though. All I've got in my freezer is a carton of smokes. Yeah, I'm a bachelor. What now, huh? And then after shopping, I'll need to *gulp* clean. Yuck. My place is crazy gross right now.

And now for food and work. And then sleep and food. heh.
Anyway, I got back from my trip home last night. It was actually a really nice visit. I got to see people I haven't for a long time, years even in a couple cases. I got to eat for free and do my laundry for free. I also got to see my sister turn 16...*ahem* moving on. All in all, it was just a really nice time.

So last night, Genevieve tells me she had a great day at work and wants to go out. I'm game, so why not? We went to our usual, flirted with the bartender and the other patrons, and got smashed. Good times. Then we went back to my place, baked a couple of pizzas and watched Golden Girls S2 until we passed out. Ah, the twilight of my youth. These be good dayes.

Accept now I'm still a little loopy and a little headachey and a little tired. And I'm about to go to work a 14 hour VIP event in which we'll be wearing a tux. Outside. But at least it'll be on the lake, so there should be a nice breeze to cool us off (hah - right). Ah well. G's going to see what she can do about getting me a job with her - possibly in Men's Shoes *thud*. Which should be pretty good money. Not to mention the discounts. *happy thoughts* Also, I've got an interview with Banana - we'll see.

Okey - I just updated Learn to be Lonely, so go read it and leave me wonderful feedback:) Or awful concrit if you want. And now it's off to scrounge up something to eat because otherwise I won't eat anything at all today, and I'm thinking that's probably not a good thing, what with the alkie in me and work I need to do. And it's apparently Baby Day here at DePaul. *run away now*
Title: Learn to be Lonely part 4/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] chocgood84
Rating: R for now
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Because I’m lame and can’t find a way to fit my stories into canon at all, this piece is sometime after Spike is chipped and while he’s enjoying his stay at the lovely Chateau D’Harris. Also, a huge spanking thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_poker1 for volunteering to be 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: None for now, other than it’s a little slow on the ship front for now. But we are eventually headed for equal parts angst and schmoop, because really, can I even write anything else?

Forgotten Psychosis - My Website


...“That’s the spirit,” Xander joked, putting his jacket on and heading for the front door. “Hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and run into a demon on the way there. I am a magnet, after all.”

“Already the night’s lookin' up, then,” Spike snarked as they made their way into the night.
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Chapter 4 )
Two brownie points to the first person that cyber glares at me for those lyrics.

I'm in a positively delightful mood, considering it's about a thousand degrees outside, I'm hungover and thirsty as all hell, and I'm running on about 6 hours of sleep. Also, I'm about to head to work for who knows how long. I think I'm going to try and get cut early, if possible. I need to get home so I can clean up the apartment before I take off tomorrow.

Which brings me to my next point: I'm heading home tomorrow for a few days. It's my sister's Sweet 16, so I decided to schlepp myself and all my dirty laundry home for the week:) Hey, free laundry? Hell yes. Hence the hoping I get off work early - I have to leave the city tomorrow by 10am at the very latest. Which means tonight there's dishes and laundry and garbage and vacuuming to do before I can go to bed. Yuck. Who decided that I had to be a domestic? Huh? Who, dammit!

Which also means I should mention the loss of internet while I'm at home. I'll be able to check my email, but won't really be able to reply to comments or anything or update. And that includes Learn to be Lonely. Sorry, folks. BUT, if you're very very good, I may have one or two more chapters for you when I return:)

Alright, work calls. *paycheck paycheck paycheck* *whoot*

tootles
Title: Learn to be Lonely chapter 3/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] chocgood84
Rating: PG-13ish at the moment
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Because I’m lame and can’t find a way to fit my stories into canon at all, this piece is sometime after Spike is chipped and while he’s enjoying his stay at the lovely Chateau D’Harris. Also, a huge spanking thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_poker1 for volunteering to be my official L2BL beta. Also, previous parts are up at my website.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: None for now, other than it’s a little slow on the ship front for now. But we are eventually headed for equal parts angst and schmoop, because really, can I even write anything else?

Chapter Three )
synapticjava: (fukitol)
( Jul. 20th, 2005 12:37 pm)
My big big boss yesterday called me and said that my supervisors from the ACC couldn't stop raving about me, which is nice. And then she asked if I would want to be a "back-up" guy, meaning that if someone calls in or doesn't show up or something, I'm one of the first to be called. So, I said sure. And then, two seconds later, she asked if I wanted to work today. lol. So I'm going to work at the Lincoln Park Zoo today, and get this, at the Pritzker Family Farm Zoo. It's basically a mock-up of a midwestern farm, complete with a *cringe* John Deere tractor *cringe*. Bite me, fate.

In better news, I've gotten a few more chapters of L2bL written, so you can expect an update on Friday (hopefully, work depending) or Saturday at the latest. And if you haven't started readit it yet, *glare*.

And also, I made a banner for my website, what do you think?:

Dear computer: please stop sucking, or else I'll have to throw you out of a window and hope to hit one of these snotty Camp DePaul children.

Dear woman next to me: please tell all of your gazillion fucking children to a)stop staring at me, I don't like it; b)stop screaming, I really don't like it; c) stop smearing cream cheese all over the table because it is fairly obvious that you are not going to clean it up. Also, your dress is hideous; why not just wear plastic garbage bags?

Dear Lincoln Park: fuck you and your god damn chic boutiques that make it so there is absolutely no fucking parking anywhere in a 12 block radius. As an annendum, Dear DePaul: I've said this many times but fuck you and I hope you go bankrupt but not until you give me my fucking degree. Again, fuck you.

Dear Chicago PD: please stop puting tickets on my car, especially when they mean nothing. That's two now that you've wrongly slapped on my windshields, and really, I don't like that you waste my time and energy just because you get slaphappy. Leave me the fuck alone; I live here. Go after the tourists who are parked on the other side of the street, next to a fire hydrant with no permit or visitor pass.

Dear Maintenance: you just *had* to choose the hottest fucking day of the year to decide to clean the god damn windows, didn't you? I hope the sun fries your brains like the apartment is going to *cook* me with no air conditioner. F. U. T. U.

Dear work: I'm agry that I have to get fitted for a tux *again* so that I can work another outdoor event next week at a plated dinner for 500. I am not happy.

Dear summer: fuck you I hate you for being hot and sticky and I wish the sun would just go back where it came from. I *really* hate sweating.

Dear life: stop utterly and completely sucking
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So apparently I'm in a really bad fucking mood. And *screaming* children are soooo not helping with this right now. I'm tired, hungery, have a headache, have no money, and I really just want to go home and go back to bed, but I can't because they're washing windows today it's about 1,000 degrees outside.

So, lead on, shitty mood.
synapticjava: (pinacolada)
( Jul. 17th, 2005 02:09 pm)
Cripes! I still hurt from yesterday's 12 hour shift.

The secret location happened to be a home in Lake Forest for the CEO of Motorolla's Cellular division. The event itself, and get this, was for the American Cancer Society. Even more impressive is that this was the first time in history that they have ever held an event in Illinois, and our company was picked out of thousands of others to do the catering. And because these were big time VIPs, there was tons of pressure to get everything *just* right. Not that there isn't usually, but this was huge. We even had to subcontract for more waiters and were still shortstaffed. All in all, I'd say there were about 75 of us there last night, waiters and cooks alone.

I don't think I've ever seen that many people with that kind of money in my life. Made me feel incredibly uncomfortable and lowly. Especially when some big dude from AT&T "accidently" knocked over a glass and it broke, and then flagged my supervisor over. *sigh* Everyone else was pretty nice, though, in that "I don't see you, I don't hear you, you are not even here except for to give me what I want" kind of way.

I'll tell you one thing: this job isn't doing much to change how I feel about rich people.
Title: Learn to be Lonely chapter 2/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] chocgood84
Rating: PG-13ish at the moment
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Because I’m lame and can’t find a way to fit my stories into canon at all, this piece is sometime after Spike is chipped and while he’s enjoying his stay at the lovely Chateau D’Harris. Also, a huge spanking thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_poker1 for volunteering to be my official L2BL beta. Also, previous parts are up at my website.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: None for now, other than it’s a little slow on the ship front for now. But we are eventually headed for equal parts angst and schmoop, because really, can I even write anything else?

Chapter Two )
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