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January 30th, 2012

*whine, moan, bitch*

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Today? Sucked. A lot of little things went wrong, some of which were my fault, some sick animals, some bodily fluids... oh yeah, and a puppy died during her spay procedure.

Eleven slagsucking months old. Anaphylactic shock. Fuck the world, man.

*throws self on floor, has a minor tantrum, curls up and sniffles* Someone cheer me up?

January 26th, 2012

Whuuuuuut. o_O

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I think my memory storage fillipped or something while I was driving tonight. I was going to meet Mom for dinner and made a right turn out of my neighborhood when I should've made a left - but the scary part is I don't remember making that turn. It was like one minute I knew where I was, and the next minute I was at a stop sign that shouldn't have been there going AAAA WHUT WHERE AM I. I recovered quickly, but... it's really disconcerting to find yourself lost in the dark while you're driving. Especially if you've only been driving for two minutes.*

Is this a getting-older thing? Because I don't need the whole 'afraid to drive at night' thing when I'm not even thirty yet.

*Though I am the type of person who could get hopelessly lost two minutes from home.

December 20th, 2011

Quick update, 'cause I'm tired.

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So LJ is getting rid of subject lines, for no particular reason. I am now almost 100% convinced that the whole operation is run by hamsters.

I got dragged out to a comedy show on Sunday by my coworker (the same one who invited me out drinking at a lesbian bar a few weeks ago. First time doing anything of the kind). In matching penguin footie pajamas, no less. Because apparently that's a Thing with off-Renfest comedy shows. There are photos... somewhere.

Also, I wrote robots getting into a snowball fight. Happy Winterthing.

EDIT: ALMOST FORGOT. I got one of those 'your content may be copyrighted' notices from YouTube about my Beast Wars on the Dance Floor vid. I'm... stickin' it to the man? XD

November 2nd, 2011

Well, there's something to be said for a vivid imagination.

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So, a client and her daughter come into the exam room, hand the dog off to the doctor to be weighed, and head off to the bathroom. After they left, the doctor looked at me and said, "That little girl just handed me the leash to her imaginary dog."

"Aww," I said. "That's kinda cute."

"I think it's a little disturbing. Maybe it's just me, I never had any imaginary friends or anything like that when I was younger."

"Really? I had zillions."

(And now you know where my fanfic comes from.)

The client-and-daughter return and it's Back To Business, and it is then that we discover that the little girl is what my mother would call A Talker. And she is only interested in one subject.

"Well, she ate something she shouldn't have a couple of weeks ago..." says the client.

"And Brooke!"

"She's shedding so much these days, it must be the season."

"And Brooke!"

"So she'll be getting three shots today..."

"And Brooke!"

Brooke, we are informed, is the name of the Invisible Dog.

Me, I'm keeping my head down and holding on to Millie the Visible Dog, but not only is Brooke in the room with us, she is apparently sharing the exam table with her transluscently-challenged sister. When the doctor goes to take Millie's temperature (and if you have ever taken a dog to the vet, you know how we do that), the little girl wants to know what Brooke's temperature is. When the doctor looks in Millie's ears, the little girl chatters about Brooke's ears. When the doctor informs the client that Millie should come in to have her teeth cleaned, Brooke is, apparently, in need of a dental appointment as well.

Meanwhile, I'm still stuck wondering how in the world one takes the temperature of an invisible dog. I have enough trouble finding the relevant orifice on the hairier specimens of visible dog. The doctor, meanwhile, is just weirded out. Fortunately, the exam and vaccination of Millie seems to satisfy the little girl that Brooke has been taken care of as well, and the happy foursome is quickly ushered out. I was compelled to admit to the doctor that yeah, I changed my mind, that was actually kind of disturbing. My imaginary friends stayed secret, dammit! Kids these days.

I am stuck, though, with the image of the doctor pantomiming a checkup on an imaginary dog. It'd be an interesting offshoot of the art form of the mime.

...I suppose an imaginary dog would need imaginary vaccines.

October 30th, 2011

Yet another thing to procrastinate with.

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So Mom took me out for breakfast today as an early birthday thing. Three words, flist: Apple. Bacon. Pancakes. Nomg. <333333

Also, I have a TV now. (Well, I had a TV before, but it was an old boxy thing, and this one is a New Hotness.) Unfortunately it is a New Hotness that didn't seem to come with a remote or a users' manual, so I had to figure out how to turn the thing on and hook up my PS2 via trial and error. I am totes savvy in the Information Age, yo. ;)

Though it does occur to me that having yet another distraction in the Mooglenest right on the eve of NaNo may be a bad idea. (Yes, I'm on NaNo, just as I threatened. My nick's enercoffee if you want to add me, though I will be doing precious little socializing. Writing advice tends to have the effect of making me stop writing.)

.....I think I've lost the knack of how to post on LJ. I've been relying on Twitter too much. -_-

October 20th, 2011


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Housemate keeps leaving the bathroom door open. There are two highly curious dogs in the house. This morning there are shreds of feminine hygiene product all over the floor.


October 17th, 2011

Whee, furniture!

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I has a bookshelf! And another smaller shelf-thing to put in my closet to put my shoes in! And a little two-drawer... thing! Okay, so they're all cheap things made of particle board, but they are mine - and more importantly, I put them all together All By Myself. Carpentry skill +1!

I'll have to take more pictures of the Mooglenest, once I have all my books stored in and I get my consoles back. ^_^

In other news, yesterday I went to Renfest with a coworker and her very small son. It's a little weird going to Renfest as a civilian - I was the only one of our group who made no attempt at garb, and I felt really underdressed. Also, I kept seeing people I could swear I knew from the Ohio Faire. That's a long way to travel, but I was terrified someone would recognize me. XD

September 1st, 2011

Holy shit, moogle's talking about her real life.

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It's been a Week, internets, let me tell you.

Exercise and diet babble behind here, cut because it's a sore subject for many people. Including me. )

Work's been a challenge even not counting the diminished energy. We've had a few truly vicious cats in - and two of them will be waiting for me when I arrive tomorrow, ugh. -_- Today was Geriatric Care day, lots of old sick animals. And a coworker bitch session turned into a mandatory staff meeting on Friday during which I anticipate lots of dirty laundry being aired. It's going to be horribly uncomfortable. I think my mom crippled my ability to be bitchy about what other people are up to, so I'm just going to sit there and pray nobody has a problem with me, because I truly will not be able to defend myself.

ALSO. I come home today and my landlady is changing the locks on the front door. My other housemate is officially moving out in a huff over utility payments. So much for no drama. *facepalm*

I need a day off, but I'm not getting one until Monday.

August 24th, 2011

This is what's going on on my dresser right now.

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Cut for - well, about what you'd expect from me when you give me toys of my crack OT4. )

Stuff I need to do tomorrow, for my own reference: make more materia pendants, grocery shop, pay my car tax and student loan, fill out my health insurance paperwork, work on the mess left behind at my parents' house, and try to repair my broken writing and art mojo.

Maybe if I post it publically it'll keep me honest.

August 23rd, 2011

Just so everyone knows.

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Yes, there was an earthquake out my way (a 5.8, apparently). I'm fine. No damage that I know of. Luckily I've been through little tremors before when I was in Misawa, so I didn't panic.

My housemate didn't believe it was an earthquake until I told her that everyone on Twitter was talking about it. She was convinced it was coming from the attic. I thought, well, if this house is on a Hellmouth, that really should have been included on the lease.

I knew the rent was cheap for a reason. ;P

The first thing I did was post 'wtf earthquake' on Twitter before seeking out a doorframe. My survival instinct may be a little borked.

August 12th, 2011

I have a new role model.

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I'm not sure I can explain my feelings when I found out Adele was a Fat Woman.

(Capitalizing it to show respect.)

I first heard Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" on the radio, and her voice absolutely blew my mind. Powerful, soaring, rich, a little old-school. Her words were a far cry from the insipid, servile 'love' songs that seem to be the domain of female pop singers these days: strong, promising retribution, not even a bit sexual. The anger and the pain and the stubborn refusal to give into it were things I could relate to. I turned the radio up every time the song came on.

My mental picture of the woman behind the voice, though, was still conventional - yet another rail-thin* singer, pretty and sexy and utterly alien to me. Not only am I not thin, I have never been thin, even as a child. I've always been this awkward, tongue-tied, chubby girl, and I feel like thin, attractive women live in some sort of parallel dimension where people actually want them around. I don't know what it's like to seek attention, and actually get it, based on my looks. I don't know what it's like to speak and to have my voice heard. Somewhere along the line I must have learned that girls who look like me aren't worth listening to.**

Then I found the video for "Rolling in the Deep," and my mind got blown again. That powerful, amazing voice, the one that commands you to listen, is coming from a woman who looks like me.

Adele is, by industry standards at least, fat. She is also fucking gorgeous, in a way that she wouldn't be if she were rail-thin. She holds her head up high and she opens her mouth and she owns the damn world, and god, I want to be her when I grow up.

Adele is no longer a knockout voice on the radio. She is an inspiration.

Rolling In The Deep (Live)

*No disrespect to skinny girls, I promise. It's just that - sweet fancy Primus, mainstream media, there are other body types.

**My issues regarding my shyness are more complicated than this, but my weight is part of it.

July 24th, 2011

The Mooglenest: grand tour!

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I finally got all my toys (that I could find) arranged to my liking, so.....

It's small, but it's home. )

Sorta having a little too much fun right now. Don't worry, it'll pass. ^_^

July 13th, 2011

Mooglenest is live!

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This marks my first post from My Very Own Place.

^_______________________^ <--- my expression right now.

I have the day off tomorrow. Planning to go grocery shopping, and maybe see DotM if I have the energy. I will probably be traumatized afterwards, but I'll be able to read all the moonfic coming out.

June 29th, 2011

See you late Saturday.

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So, I'm off to see the family. (See previous entries under the family tag to know why I'm feeling a bit ambivalent about all this.) Don't wreck anything irreplaceable while I'm gone.

After I come back, I'll think about this DOTM thing.

June 19th, 2011

Linking this for my own reference.

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5 Reasons Life Actually Does Get Better

Is it sad that I'm learning more from Cracked.com than I ever did at school or church?

June 11th, 2011


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June 1st, 2011


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So one of the seven zillion things I had to do last night was make a cabbagey salad thing for the 'cookout' at work today. (In quotes because, due to Heat Factor Whoa Nelly, it was more of a cookin.) I got the recipe from here, and yes that's the foodporn website. So I made that last night, and it tasted pretty good to me, and I was all *proud of myself! ^____^* Then this morning I wake up to a note from the female parental unit. "It tastes really salty to me," she wrote. "You might want to leave a little early and get some coleslaw from the grocery store."

Somebody's had an attack of the Mommies.

But like all budding cooks who have spent a lifetime having their hearts herded about by well-meaning helicopter moms, I was a bit shaken by my mother's judgement. When cookout time rolled around and everyone started to eat, I watched the salad level in the bowl as it dropped slowly, peeked at everyone's faces as they tried my offering. Finally, just as I was about to swear off cooking forever and live off of peanut butter sandwiches, somebody told me, "Moogle, your coleslaw is really good."

"Yeah, it's delicious," said another.

"I'm going to figure out the recipe," announced a third.

"Yay!" quoth I.

So victory tastes like pickled cabbage salad. I can't wait to tell my mother. ^_^

March 6th, 2011

So, that interview?

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I'm pretty sure the guy liked me. I'm also pretty sure I'm not going to take the job. It's definitely more of a 'put slag together' job than anything with an actual design component, plus I'd take a pay cut and hours cut. Hell with that.

I'm still sitting on the knowledge that I have to tell him this, of course. I guess I'm kind of hoping that he likes the other interviewee better.

On a completely different note, have a music meme.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload/link) 5 songs you love that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

I got the letter M, for Moogle. )

March 1st, 2011

Update re: yesterday.

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I canceled the lost check and sent a new one - putting it in a blue Postal Service mailbox this time. So even if someone steals my identity, that payment won't be late.

I have an interview at the sign shop on Thursday. We'll see what we see. I loathe interviews and my worst nightmare is actually being offered the job, so it should be interesting.

Thirdly and most importantly, I made cranberry orange pancakes for dinner. From scratch. Juiced and zested the oranges myself and everything. I am unreasonably proud of myself, considering how ridiculously easy it is to make from-scratch pancakes. Srsly, I have no reason to ever use Bisquik again. And since you're wondering, they were fucking AWESOME. There are ballads being composed to these pancakes.

February 28th, 2011

Thanks, world! Just what I always wanted! I don't think I want it.

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It's been an interesting day.

Various medical wtfs Happened in the vet clinic today - crazy even for a Monday. I really think we should have our own reality show. We'd be a big hit, and we'd horrify a lot of people, but I repeat myself. For example, this poor dog comes in with a prolapsed penis and everyone's reaction was "Dude, look at that penis!" My reaction was somewhere between 'ew' and 'you know, if a guy saw his own personal penis doing that, he would not wait two days like this dog's owners did. They would take themselves straight to the emergency room - and I mean 'straight' as in 'leaving comical man-shaped holes in any wall that happens to be in a direct line between him and the hospital'. '

We're not pretty, but we're entertaining. ;)

WTF number 2 is that my student loan payment seems to have grown legs and walked out of my mailbox. It was gone when I came home on my (tragically shortened due to Medical WTFs) lunch breaks, but the card to my aunt was not, and the mail lady was still two houses behind me. Either the wind be's so mighty as to sweep it away (possible, with today's weather), or someone took it. Mom has advised me to stop payment and put my payments in a more secure mailbox from now on. It's not the actual check I'm worried about, but the fact that it has my name, address, phone, and social security number on it. So, action shall be taken, I guess.

WTF number 3 - well, remember how right after I "graduated" from "college" I was looking for a job that would have something to do with my "degree"? And nobody even so much as gave me an interview until I finally gave up and applied to the vet's? Yeah. Over two years later, someone finally gets back to me. It's a sign shop, so not exactly the creative nirvana I'd been expecting, but I would have been thrilled to get this email. Over. Two. Years. Ago.

And as Primus is my witness, I have no idea what I should do.

My current job... I like it. It pays better than anything I've ever had before, it has me dealing with animals more than people, and the people there gave me a chance to prove myself and I did. On the other hand, it's kind of kicking my ass. And it's pretty much a dead end - I have absolutely zero interest in going any further in the field of veterinary medicine. Working at a sign shop isn't exactly the fast track to graphic design stardom either, but it's a step.

But... it's a step I'm no longer sure I want to take.

Maybe the whole 'worthless degree costing me 10k' thing has given me some unfair animosity towards the industry. I know for sure I wasn't in a great place emotionally when I made the decision to enter OIP&T, or else I would've done my goddamn research. I love the design work I've done for my friends so far, but... I don't know. It's not that I don't want to be a graphic designer anymore, I just don't... I want to make the things that I want to make, not whore my art out to marketing drones.

I don't know what to do. I've fucked myself over by waffling in indecision too long, holding on to things long after I should have quit. And I've fucked myself over by quitting too soon.

*head in hands*

Maybe I'll have an answer for the sign shop guy in another two years.
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