spoonyriffic: (horatio glasses porn)
( May. 18th, 2009 02:17 pm)
Actually, I woke up properly around noon or so. Still - I haven't slept in until noon in ages. It was weird - most of the day is gone! *grumbles*

I had a long day yesterday. Four-hour drive to Satellite Beach - I didn't drive (my mom came with me, and she wanted to drive), but it was still loooong. It was really fun though, because we took back roads (thank you, GPS!), and we avoided I-95 all together. Thank god. Saw a lot of churches and anti-abortion billboards (you've just got to love the Bible Belt, right?), and we passed a roadside stand that was selling gator jerky.

Yes, gator jerky.

I was vaguely interested. I've had gator before, and it's not all that bad. A littly gaimy, but if you get past that, it's actually kind of good.

Anywho, I digress. We drove through downtown Orlando, which was another adventure. We drove through the part of town that had a lot of quirky shops... and a lot of shops run by Chinese people. AND I SAW AN EINSTEIN BROS BAGEL PLACE. They have the best bagels in the entire world, EVAR. I haven't seen one since I lived in Ft. Lauderdale, and that was 8 years ago. You have no idea how excited I was! *bounces*

Got to Satellite Beach. Went to see the house - walked around in it, made sure all our stuff was still there. *snort*

Drove up to the mall in Vero Beach (which is an hour away), because mom had to go to a meeting there. THE MALL IS HUGE! Holy crap. It's one of those big sprawling malls that takes about an hour to drive around. My god. And it's got a movie theatre in it! An AMC 24 theatre - we walked around in there (because, you know, me and movies go together like peanut butter and celery. They totally go together!), and the theatre is huge too! Positively cavernous.

Drove back to Sat Beach. It was 10 PM. And I have a splitting headache. And then I fall asleep watching M*A*S*H (it was the ep where Hawkeye ordered ribs from Chicago to be delivered to Korea, just so you know).

Didn't wake up until around 9 or so. Fell back asleep. Woke up at noon and stayed awake. It was weird, because here they have hurricane shutters that close over the windows, and when you press the button to close them, it gets super dark in the house. I had them down, and when I finally woke up at noon, it looked like it was 2 AM. It was surreal. But awesome.

I've got a bunch of stuff that I need to do on LJ, and I need to weed out the junk in my email box, but methinks I'll do that later. Methinks I'll veg out on the couch and watch Law & Order. I still haven't really woken up. My sense of time sucks right now. *snort*

Side note: my header looks weird on this laptop. The brightness/contrast settings are different on it from my comp, and my header looks all disjointed, and the shadows are practically nonexistent. Gawd. *facepalm* It looks horrible!

Horatio will make me feel better, with his sunglasses and red hair. Maybe I can convince Gibbs to join. And then I can watch.

Yes, I like this plan a lot.
If not everyone knows by now, I'm moving. YAY moving! [/sarcasm] It's not a terribly big move - I'm just moving back to the coast where I can be near the ocean again, and to get away from all the stupid people here in town. Ugh.

Today was a packing day. I'm slowly packing my stuff, in an attempt to get everything done in a timely manner, and not have it be the day before moving, and me still trying to pack all the knick-nacks. Now, I have allergies - dust, cats, etc. I encountered a lot of dust. Normal. But my dog came by and started sniffing everywhere, and he let out this great big SNEEZE that kicked up a dust cloud, and it got into my eyes. Ow. I had a rag over my nose and mouth (yeah, I'm that bad, LOL). Took an Allegra (this prescription allergy medication, for those of you who don't know), and it kinda-sorta helped... it didn't help that I kept exposing myself to dust.

Then, I get this knock on the door. Tis a salesperson trying to sell me something. He wore an ugly suit that didn't fit right, and he had a beat up suitcase.

...wow. *boggles*

Turned him away. I think he did something to my gate, as now the latch takes forever to close. Goddamn touchy salesman. I think he might need to get laid. Ew.

The people who want to buy the house called today, and said that they need to get another electrician out here. GOD. They've had like, 5 of them over here already. I live in an old house (it was built in the 1920s), so I understand the need to make sure everything's working... but still. And they keep griping about the fact that the insurance will be high, but we keep telling them: if you want GOOD coverage, you'll go with the insurance that SPECIALIZES in old houses. Better to pay a little more money to make sure everything is okay, than to go with people who don't know what the fuck to do with an old house that has an asbestos roof and old electric. I just want to shove these people off a cliff.

Then a migraine starts to form. Joy. I haven't had one in a month, and now TODAY is the day it starts to come back. Thank you, brain. Not.

I just took an Elavil to help me sleep and get rid of my migraine. It works, but I'm so fuzzy and lethargic in the morning after I take one of these pills. It'll be even more craptastic, since I haven't had to take one in ages. Bah.

*bangs head against desk*
Okay, I'm not much for Twitter. I don't have one - I don't see the point in getting one, really. I have my friends on LJ, and I have my friends in real life... I don't see why I should be limited to x amount of characters when blogging. If I want to blog about what I ate for breakfast, or how I stubbed my toe, or how I squirted toothpaste in my eye (which, incidentally, did happen to me this morning, and I will get to that momentarily), I'm going to do it justice and WRITE about it, dammit! Far be it from me to rag on people who do have it - I know a lot of people on my flist have it, and it's not like I'm going to prattle on about the evils of Twitter... it's just not for me. And who knows - I may get one myself someday. I learned a long time ago to not say that I would never do something, simply because future situations may prompt me to do that specific something. So I've just learned to not worry about it! :D

Anywho, I was going through my favorites this morning on YouTube, and I found this video:

Coincidentally, I've already given a link to [livejournal.com profile] tejas on her own Twitter-centric post, but this is just too funny to NOT post here. *g*

Now, onto the toothpaste-in-eye saga. When I woke up this morning, I was rather... fuzzy. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was like a zombie this morning. Went to the bathroom. Grabbed my toothbrush. Grabbed the toothpaste. Twisted off plastic cap. Squeezed the tube. In my sleep-deprived state, I guess I wasn't paying attention to how the tube was angled, or how hard I was squeezing the tube. So a big glob of toothpaste shot out and it splattered all over my face, and I got some in my eye.

Toothpaste burns, just FYI.

Washed face. Glared at toothpaste. Glared at reflection. Glared at bloodshot eyes. Glared at toothpaste again. Finally got out a reasonable amount on my toothbrush. Commence brushing.

Conclusion: I hate toothpaste.
spoonyriffic: (tony ew)
( May. 9th, 2009 11:51 am)
I can't stop sneezing! *grumbles*

I was fine when I woke up at 7.30 this morning, but then all of a sudden around 11, I start sneezing up a storm, and my nose is all clogged up. UGH. Please, let this just be allergies. Allergies suck, but it's still better than being full-blown sick. *searches house for some Sudafed*
Today, our remote died. Brand new remote! We bought it only a couple months ago, and it crapped out! The light still comes on, but it won't change channels or turn off the tv. At first, I thought that I had to input the programming codes again. Annoying, but not really a big deal. Come to find out, someone had thrown away the manual. I won't mention this person my mom by name, but who the CRAP THROWS AWAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I even stuck it in the sidetable drawer so no one WOULD throw it away! All I could find was an old old old manual for an ancient remote that died approximately 9 years ago. Like that helps.

So I turned to my old friend Google. *pets Google*

Found the codes. Did a little victory dance. Reinputted the codes. And it still doesn't work. I tried some different codes, since these manuals give you fifty-bajillion to make sure you have one that actually works. I must have tried 10 different codes. Still doesn't work.

I know it's not the batteries, because before I even tried putting in the codes, I put in fresh batteries. No go there.

So now I am convinced that I have remote goblins who come into my house and fuck with my remotes. They use their sparkly mischievous goblin powers to screw with them.

Must compain yell at molest talk with the Goblin King about this matter. I'm sure his goblins are also stealing my underwear and moving around my keys. And possibly using up my shampoo. And writing obscene statements in the steam on my bathroom window.
It's not even that funny! *boggles*

*begins totally pointless mini-rant*

Today I was talking with a friend, and we somehow got onto the subject of oranges. Now, I say "orange" like "are-ange." She pointed it out, and was like "since when did you hail from Boston?"

...erm, that's how I've always said it. Not my fault you're not observant enough to have picked up on it before. That's how I've always said it. That's how I always WILL say it. Pointing it out and laughing at me won't change a damn thing.

My accent is a mixture of Boston, New York, and Southern. Different bits come out in different words. Words like "orange" and "car" are Bostonian in nature. Yes, I can do the whole "pahk ya cahr in Hahvud yahd" schtick. And people ask me to do it all the time, so don't ask me to do it. *SNORFLE* Words like "water" and "ball" come from New York. And I say "ya'll" and "fixin'" a lot. When I get really emotional, certain parts come out really strong. When I get angry, my voice turns southern. When I'm happy, it tends to go a little New Yorkish. When I'm sad, Boston mixes in. *shrug* I blame my grandparents - one set is very northern, and one set is very southern, so I got influenced by both of them.

Because my accent is all over the place, people often think I'm trying to imitate various accents to seem "cool." Uh, no - that's just how I talk. Deal with it.

/end pointless mini-rant


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