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I've been job hunting. I don't even feel like this is new anymore; has there been a point in the last two or three years when I haven't been job hunting? It's a more relaxed past time now, not the desperate, "get me the fuck out of here" anxiety-induced scramble it was when I was still one-on-one with J.R., but it's still an active search. I've posted up resumes on Monster and Schoolspring; I've gotten two calls based on my Monster resume, both from insurance agencies, which makes fuck all sense, because literally all the experience I have listed has been in academia, primarily Special Ed. (my resume only lists what I've been doing for the last nine years; prior to this job, I worked as a writing tutor, and before that I was customer service at a bookstore, and before that I was a high schooler working at a movie theatre), so I call bullshit on that. It's either a company just doing mass recruitment or it's a scam, and either way, I have no interest working in insurance. And not even because it's an office job, because I'm starting to think I might not mind that?? I mean, the office environment in and of itself neither compels nor repels me, but I would have to be interested and inviested in the kind of work being done, and insurance is just so... dry.

The two jobs that hold the most promise for me right now (out of the... dozen? Maybe? That I've applied to so far) are 1.) English teacher at my high school alma mater, and 2.) Program Coordinator for the Writers House at my college alma mater. For 1.), because it's a private prep school, certification and licensure is not required to teach, just proven experience/effectiveness (though cert. is a plus, and I do technically have a prelim. cert., plus classroom experience, and I've passed all the qualifying tests). The benefits are good, and the starting salary would be an automatic 11k/year increase. They (quaintly) still require a submitted paper application, along with transcripts, and (I believe) letters of rec (luckily, I talked to my ETFs weeks ago, and they offered to be references for me for whatever comes up). I just filled out a transcript request form and am setting to work on a cover letter more or less as I speak.

The other job is more of an office position, but I'd be working with the English Department at my alma mater to design, plan, book, etc. events, speakers, workshops, etc. to facilitate a "creative space" for young writers on campus, and this would include creating print and digital media for said events, social networking, booking events, planning and coordinating with the English Department, etc. Considering that one of my intended careers when I got out of undergrad. was PR work, this is something that appeals to me, um, a lot. I put that application in a week ago, and keep checking my email and phone obsessively, hoping someone will contact me, will say SOMETHING to me, at least call me for an interview.

My mom, of course, has to fee into every fear and insecurity I've ever been prone to (which I've been prone to because of growing up with her), including "are you sure you want to leave this job when you're comfortable here?" and "what if you wind up hating this other job?" And... you know, it's not like I don't think about these things, I've by-passed several jobs that I was technically qualified for because I didn't think I'd enjoy them, or because I thought they'd be more work for not enough of an increase in compensation and all that. So, I'm conscious of the fact that there are jobs out there that just aren't going to be "for me," but... like, it's not even that she's asking, you know, "constructive" questions, like, "do you think you'd like to work in an office?" which is perfectly reasonable, but she keep saying things like, "I don't know, I'd be afraid I wouldn't like the new job," and "Are you sure?" So it's just like, can't you just be positive about this for me? Can you not project every fear and insecurity you have on to me, and make me afraid to do things, or discourage me from doing things just because they're scary?? She's always done this -- from small, insignificant things (I never tried seafood, sushi, x, y, and z other food until I was in my early 20s, because she refused to buy them/told us not to order them when we went out/kept telling us we could be allergic) to big things (never had anyone to teach me to drive, and when I finally started driving, she kept warning me never to go on the highway, like it was this monstrous, insurmountable thing). I'm convinced she doesn't do it to purposefully deter us from doing things, but just that she's literally so fearful of change/new things and she just doesn't have a goddamn filter and doesn't/didn't realize what an effect hearing that kind of thing over and over again as a kid, especially a kid with both a family and personal history of panic and anxiety problems. Her fears aren't stopping me from applying to these jobs or doing anything else, but it would still be nice to say, "hey, I'm doing this cool thing," and have her just say, "cool, I'm proud of you!" without rattling off a litany of Things That Could Go Wrong.

Speaking of driving, I'm scheduling my road test tomorrow. The only thing I'm nervous about now is, ironically, being nervous on the test. Because goddamnit, I can drive. I can drive pretty decently, and I have no real hang-up or fears on the road any more (I've been doing all the driving for almost three months now). But I hate being... watched. I hate being assessed. I'm I'm afraid that despite the fact that I KNOW I can drive, and I KNOW I am worthy of a license (for fuck's sake, I see people on the road every day doing these egregiously wrong and DANGEROUS things, and at least SOME of them must have valid licenses, and if THEY can get one, for fuck's sake...), I'm afraid that I'm going to freak out and self-sabotage. It doesn't help that a co-worker's son, who has an anxiety disorder, has just failed his driver's test three time, not for lack of knowing how to drive, but because he choked. This has not made me feel any better about my own future performance.

But... I can do it. I CAN do it. And once I do it, they give me the license, and that pressure is behind me forever. Good. I can do this.

Tidbits:
1. I can't believe we have seven and a half weeks left. Oh, God.
2. MCAS next Monday and Tuesday. Easy day, in that (if he refuses the scribing accommodation again), I basically read him questions and then sit there. Awful day in that, with his attentional issues, I'll be redirecting every five seconds and he'll STILL take five hours to do the test. And cry all the way through it. Potentially literally.
3. ANIME BOSTON COSPLAY UPDATE: lol guise, I totes flaked on the Loki cosplay. Maybe for Arisia??* Anyway, I'm doing a Dean Winchester cosplay for the Friday Whovian meet-up and a Marceline the Vampire Queen (from Adventure Time) cosplay for the multi-fandom meet-up on Saturday. I'm still waiting for the screening room schedule and panel info to go live so I can further plan, but there's some gaming I want to get in on, and also Hannah Hart of My Drunk Kitchen is going to be in Boston that Sat., and I want to try to convince her to come to the meet-up. Yiss.
4. WALK FOR HUNGER. Took yesterday off again because this year, my knee and hip felt fine! My feet... ugh, were a horror show. When I got home I tooka fucking PICTURE because I couldn't believe what had happened to them (don't worry, I'm not going to share). Needless to say, I couldn't wear shoes for 24 hours. Andy and I went to my mom's house where my brother (who had also done the walk and was likewise recovering), Andy, and I played Magic: The Gathering. I REALLY need to revamp my decks; I made these decks when I was learning how to play five years ago and haven't played them in ages, and it showed. (PS: Did all 20 miles of the walk again. Took us eight hours this year).
5. IRON MAN 3: SADFGFJHSDGJDKGDKL; TONY STARK I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU, TONY! (Iron Man remains my favorite of the individual Avengers movie!verse franchises. Thor is a close second).

*Andy's attendance is hinging on whether or not he enjoys Anime Boston, but having been to cons before, I've already decided next year's "give a con a try" convention is going to be Arisia, and I'm already psyched for it.
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I have a few things to pimp out today, so forgive me -- no pressure to donate/contribute, but both are for a good cause, so I wanted to get them out there.

The first: This Sunday (May 5th), for the second year, I am participating in the Boston branch of The Walk for Hunger, a 20-mile walk through Boston and neighboring city with the proceeds going to Project Bread, the goal of which is to end hunger in Massachusetts. I started fundraising pretty late this year (and completely ignored online fundraising until a couple of days ago), because I wasn't certain I was doing it, but I managed to raise $125 so far, and every little bit helps. Last year I did all 20 miles in about 7 hours, and I hope to do the same this year. If you can donate anything, that woul be amazing.

The second: I'm a (proud) member of two Boston-based fan groups, Sherlock Boston and The Boston Whovians, and they, along with a bunch of other Boston-based fan groups, have started Fandoms for Boston, an IndieGoGo fundraiser to raise money for those affected by the Boston Marathon bombing. There are some pretty cool incentives at every level (even $1!), so if you can donate, that'd be awesome. There is SUPPOSED to be a "live" event as well, but the logistics of that, as well as the location, are still being ironed out. If fate works out as we all hope, I will be selling clay charms and maybe some little knitted things in Boston on May 18th, with all proceeds going to One Fund Boston. I'll post more info about the live event as the time draws nearer, should our plans come to fruition.

Blogging post of introspection and junk coming soon xx
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Andy and I have been watching this web series called Strip Search, which, guys, click that link -- it's awesome. It's basically a reality TV competition show, but the contestants on it are actually awesome, smart, creative, not-asshole human beings. It's run by the guys at Penny Arcade (even if you don't read the web comic, you should probably know them as the guys who spearheaded the PAX conventions -- and if you didn't know that, get over here, you little shit, I'm revoking your License to Nerd), and it's all about webcomic artists.

Reasons You Need to Watch This Show:

1. The people are awesome. Like, I seriously dare you to watch the show and pick a quick and easy favorite, or find someone who ellicits a deep and visceral loathing. I mean, there are definitely contestants I find funnier, or more talented, or more interesting, but usually on reality shows there's at least one person I know I'm rooting for, straight up, and at least one person who can GDIAF. But there's no one who's really a Jerkass, no one who's really even a Bitch in Sheep's Clothing (and we're up to the 5th elimination round, you'd figure they'd have emerged by now. Everyone is just really cool and hangs out.

2. These people have appreciable talent. And I know there are reality shows out there that have people with talents -- say what you want about it, but there are some genuinely good singers on American Idol (though the show went from Cheesy Guilty Pleasure to Shiiiiiiit over time), and there are other talent competitions that showcase actual talent. But for all of those, you have an equal number of reality shows about quasi-celebrities whose tenacious grasp on celebrity paradoxically hinges on the fact that they have a reality show. It's nice to see people who are good at something practice what they're good at. It just is.

3. If you have a creative bone in your body, OH MY GOD, this show is going to make you want to BE ON IT AND DO WHAT THEY ARE DOING, AHHHH. How much do I want to lock myself in a lakeview cottage right now with a dozen other creative people and just talk ahop and be given challenges and collaborative activities and shit?? SO FUCKING MUCH. I would legit plan out like, an un-broadcast version of this if enough of y'all wanted to participate and pitch in. Like, we'd develop challenges and chit, and do team and individual challenges (but we wouldn't have to kick people out, we'd just earn points and get rewards and stuff). It'd be fucking awesome.

4. Everyone looks like they're having fun! It's challenging, yeah, but no one ever looks like they're being exploited, humiliated, or feeling anything other than enjoyment and genuine gratitude for being there.

5. It's fucking hilarious.

6. EVERYONE IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE, OMG. THE CONTESTANTS ARE BASICALLY PUPPIES (ESPECIALLY KATIE AND MONICA).

I'm going to go dork around the internet while all y'all catch up on this show, and then we can chat about it, mmmkay?

Free Floating Hostility coming soon, because if I don't type it out, it will burn a hole in my soul.
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Let's talk about how much I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Or not. Yeah, no, let's not.

Last weekend I went to [community profile] muskratjamboree and it was epic, just as it was the last time. I tend towards the quiet, lurky side, since I've not been super vocal in fandom in the last several years, but I still love fan culture and hearing the last about what people are reading and watching and doing. I've picked up a lot of potential fandoms that may interest me, and had a great time basking on the aura of enthusiasm that everyone brought for their respective fandoms.

Mostly, it made me really want to create things again -- like, in terms of vidding or ficcing again, obviously, but also in a more general sense. Like, what excuse do I have -- what valid excuse do I have -- for not writing more, or for not doing more photomanips, or working on graphics so that I can actually get good enough to commit the images in my head to paper? Why am I not reading and critiquing more fic, or betaing anymore, or generating meta? Why am I pushing ideas aside as being too undeveloped or "out there" when I know I would get pleasure from writing them, and when I know, first hand, that there is an audience for everything, however brief, or meandering, or outlandish.

I feel like I am turning my back on a potentially welcoming community** out of a sense of inadequacy and this idea that I have nothing of value to offer, and that is just total bullshit. There are brilliant ideas out there that I am missing out on by not paying more attention to the community, and my own ideas are stagnating and dying because I never even give them a chance. I need to put the kibosh on that mode of thinking, yo.

Tomorrow starts the April round of Camp NaNoWriMo, and I'm hoping that lights the appropriate fire under my ass to start me writing again, because it's not so much that I have no ideas as it is that I never give myself permission to just write and not worry about quality or plot, and once I get started, I usually generate some decent stuff if I can keep it going long enough. Hoping to start on a collection of short fiction that I've been putting off committing to paper since, mmm, October, maybe??

**I'm referring specifically (in light of the con) to the fandom community, but in a broader and just as valid sense, I also mean the ~creative community in general. I enjoy making things, I enjoy crafting, and crocheting, and writing, but I don't make time for them any more. It's like -- work, gym, dinner, chores, internet, bed, everyday. THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN THAT, GODDAMNIT. I just need to... fucking reclaim it, man.

Meanwhile, this weekend I spent (with SIGNIFICANT help from Andy) getting the house clean, because SPRING, BITCHES. Wow, with two of us, we got basically EVERYTHING done in a day and a half, which is pretty epic, honestly. I still have to clean the tub and then my craft room (because, aha, the craft room is basically a dumping ground for whatever shit I've been working on -- or not working on -- and right now it contains:

1. a suitcase still half-full from MJ,
2. a stack of newspapers for a paper mache Loki helmet I am "supposed" to make for Anime Boston,
3. several blocks of Sculpey, a bunch of loose and disorganized jewelry posts and jump hooks, bottles of acrylic paint, and dozens of charms in various stages of completeness,
4. piles of clothing that no longer fit, strewn on both my desk chair and my dress makers dummy,
5. most of my collection of scrapbooking supplies, all over my desk, because... fuck you, that's why (no, I have no recollection of using them recently, I don't know how or why they're there)

but the craft room is closed off from the rest of the flat 99.9% of the time anyway, and I kind of regard it as a seperate entity, because I'm the only one who ever goes in there anyway. So while I DO want to get it cleaned and organized, it's not as much of a priority as the rest of the living space). This is a big deal, because it makes me feel like SOMETHING in my life is just, you know, DONE. Set. A-ok. In order. It means it's one less thing I have to feel anxious about, or to use as an excuse as to why I'm not doing X, Y, and Z instead of fretting about my living space or feeling overwhelmed by other obligations (also, everything smell like Fresh Water, and that's super nice, ahh...) We threw the windows open yesterday and tore down the curtains (to wash them), the the whole flat as full of fresh air and sunlight, and yeah... it feels like, if I had to wait for a time to start things over, this is it. This is the time to renew commitments to yourself.

Other things:

1. I've been driving. I know, wow. I'm hating it less. We're planning on scheduling my road test sometime in April, taking it sometime in May. I fucking hate merging onto the highway, but so does everyone. Other than that, I don't mind highway driving, and I've been long resigned to city driving. I've been taking myself around, to Mel's house, to and from work, to the gym... I'm excited to be able to apply to jobs that require a driver's license, because while that would mean I'd need to buy a car (it's usually in-home training, direct care work, etc.), the jobs that would require it also pay enough that it would be a reasonable expense to buy a semi-decent used car for work.

2. Work. I'm looking. I don't hate my job right now -- on the contrary, while there are some really frustrating moments, in general, I enjoy it. So now is really the time to look, when I'm in the frame of mind where I am restless enough to be mentally willing to try something new, but emotionally stable enough to be selective, and to only apply to jobs that sound like a step up, instead of applying to anything because AT LEAST IT'S NOT THIS.

3. I need fanart -- good fanart -- of a.) true-form!Castiel, and b.) Ice King/Marceline (not in a romantic sense) from Adventure Time, because oh my God, I think I'm addicted to Adventure Time, and Ice King and MArceline just make me go A BLOO BLOO BLOO.

I just heard the dryer stop, which is my signal to go and fold clothes, because Lord knows I won't feel like it after the gym tomorrow. Enjoy what little remains of the weekend, everyone.
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So I'm probably the last moron in the world to discover that Gala apples and cheddar cheese are amazing together, right?? Because, um, yeah. Got out of bed at like, eleven, didn't know if I wanted breakfast or lunch, realized I wasn't super hungry, ooh, apples -- ooh, cheddar! -- ooh, yummy. Mmm.

It appears my shitty mood (and 4 lb. weight gain) has, at least in part, been PMS, because -- yeah, I don't need to spell it out. The weight gain, eh, is probably a combination of actual weight gain because I've been eating shitty food and not exercising (though I did go to the gym on Tuesday and will probably go before dinner today), and retaining water like a mofo, because throughout this vacation, as I said, I've been eating sort of junky (salty) food, and drinking, like, five cups of coffee a day and, like, no water.

Anyway, speaking of terrible, hormonally-induced occurrences:

I went out for drinks with Andy last night and spent most of it bitching about being a fuck-up (which, before people think I'm fishing for reassurance, I don't actually think I'm a fuck-up, I know I'm not, I just feel like one sometimes) and Andy spent his time trying to rationalize why I'm not and what I should be thinking positively about instead. This is a dance we've been doing for the last week (and do often, like, apparently at least once a month, huh?), and frankly I'm impressed that he hasn't put in a request for another dance partner yet, tbh, because I can be a massive pain in the ass when I get in one of these moods.

And, I mean, he's not wrong. When I look at my life objectively, it's not bad. When I look at myself objectively (or as close to objectively as one can look at oneself), I'm not bad. But I get into these downturns -- and I guess sometimes they're PMS-related, and sometimes not, but whatever -- I get into these moods, and it's not that I can't see empirical evidence to the contrary, it's just that the evidence doesn't matter, that it's just so many insignificant details against this overwhelming backdrop of "I SUCK, I'M A LOSER." I get into these moods, and my present self exists in a vacuum, and it doesn't matter how far I've come or how much progress I've made, because I can't see that far behind me, and right now, I feel like I'm standing still, and that's all I can think about, because that's all that is, that's all that's now, and that's all that matters. I get into these moods, and it's like all I can see are people who have the things I'm still working towards (a better paying job, kids, a nicer apartment), and it doesn't matter how much I'm enjoying my job right now, or how nice it is to have the freedom that comes with being child-free, or how cute our apartment is, it's just, these people have something I want; how did they get it before me, why do they deserve it more than I do, and yes it's irrational, you don't need to point it out to me ("Don't you DARE call my irrational, you KNOW that makes me crazy!"*), but it is my gut reaction, and you can choose how you react to such a reaction, but the reaction itself is knee-jerk, deeply ingrained, and visceral, and it comes out full-force when I'm in one of these moods.

Side note: Because I really like playing armchair psychologist, I mentioned to Andy on the drive home that I was starting to think (like, over the last couple of months, it occurred to me, and I started researching it) that maybe I had cyclothymia, because reading accounts of living with cyclothymia was like reading my own autobiography, and when I explained to him what it was, his reaction was, "That just sounds like the life of every exceptionally creative person ever." I remarked that creative people often tended to be slightly unstable, and challeneged him to name one "remarkably creative" person who wasn't, and his answer was R.L. Stine. WTF? I lol'ed, honestly.

Oddly enough, now that I actually, you know, HAVE my period, I'm in a waaay better mood? Like, signifigantly better. I have no idea on a physiological level how that works, exactly, but I'm going to roll with it and try to be productive today, and enjoy the periods of downtime that I have (my only regret is that I do wish I'd gotten out of bed earlier, but on of my regular PMS/period symptoms is that I have insomnia, so I'll grab sleep when I can and not beat myself up about it).

I feel like doing some kind of creative yet self-indulgent entry. Remember when I abandoned that 100 things photo meme? Ah, good times, good times. I kind of want to do something like that again. Actually, what I actually for real want to do is A Day in My Life, but I always wind up forgetting to keep up with it and midway through the day I'm like, FUCK, I just went eight hours without a photo, lol, oh wellsies, maybe next time. Thoughts?

I'm capping myself at three cups of coffee today. Cheers.


*The incomparable Niles Crane, everybody.
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I've been quiet. I apologize? The silence started because was busy and has continued thus because I'm feeling down. Not for any particualr reason, and not, like, depressed, just -- down. Sluggish. Disappointed with myself. Tired. I would bet money that a good chunk of it is the weather, and a side effect of the weather is that I haven't been going to the gym, which also makes me sluggish. I know once it warms up a bit I'll feel better, I always do. It's just a long road there, you know?

Speaking of working out, I want to change up my routine. Does anyone know a lot about working out, or know any communities, etc. where I can get some advice as to what I should be doing with regards to diet/exercise with my new fitness goals?

I'm on vacation until Feb. 25th. I managed to get all the laundry done today as well as the bedsheets and finally got the bathroom done (with help from my husband). I've been working on an About Me entry and a sort of Who's Who entry for LJ for my excursions to [livejournal.com profile] add_me, and I've been working on my charms. These are the ones I've done in the last two days, charms based on sexual and gender identities and tangentially related such things: )

Hopefully I'll be in a more energetic/positive mood tomorrow. One can only hope.
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It's Sunday night, and I'm trying to write.

And by "trying to write," I mean "watching season four of The Simpsons and polishing off my second glass of moscato with Evernote open in a neglected tag on Google Chrome."

I did laundry today, and picked up a bit. Made four more charms, and FINALLY got all my original cupcake charms painted (still have five new ones to paint, once they dry). Did my nails (Sally Hansen's "Coral Reef," with two coats of Sally Hansen's Gem Crush in "Razzle Dazzler") and made homemade baked macaroni-and-cheese for dinner.

And now I'm trying to write.

I'd be lying if I said I was being ~productive, but I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't getting anything done. I have lots of notes, which were blank documents two days ago. I have a few lines (and in one case, a few paragraphs) written for my three active projects. I do keep returning to them and pecking out a few lines here and there. I just can't seem to focus on any one piece for longer than a few minutes. I'm not pushing it too hard tonight, because I have to go to work tomorrow, but there is literally nothing for me to do. I'm basically going in in case someone needs... something, I don't know. A scribe, a sub. Whatever. Tomorrow is technically still an exam day, so they can't schedule meetings or assemblies, but my kids has no exams and I'm a one-on-one, so there is really nothing for me to do. I just don't want to waste a sick day, or I'd totally call in. As it is, it gets me out of the house, ensures I can't boredom binge, and forces me into a situation where writing is really the only thing left to do (I really don't feel all that comfortable doing a whole lot of websurfing on my work network, even on my own laptop). Still, it's be nice to get something else done tonight.

I've been community surfing. I feel like doing something communal and collaborative, something creative and fun with a group of people, but sadly my own social circle IRL really only consists of about five people (I have other, situational specific friends, but my actual core circle is ridiculously small). I considered putting together an LJ community that would be ~private, just people I knew IRL or through various online channels, for, like, writing, or grousing about up being a grownup and shit, or whatever. I want somewhere online that is insular and supportive and collaborative in some way, someplace comfortable where I know all the people and there is a uniform and united purpose. I don't know. I'd like that in real life, too, but I think I can/would settled for it in virtual space.

Communities I Joined Today:

[livejournal.com profile] add_a_writer
[livejournal.com profile] spn_hurtcomfort
[livejournal.com profile] fannish5

Any suggestions? I feel like every interest I search comes up dry when it comes to active communities.

I'm keeping an eye on [livejournal.com profile] muskratjamboree, because I kind of sort or really want to co-mod a panel this year, but I've never done it and it would have to be something I either feel very strongly about or feel very, very comfortable talking about. So far, there have been a couple of panels proposed that I'd like to be involved with -- fanfic in a post-Fifty Shades of Gray world; Tumblr's effect on fandom; fandom in the age of social media -- but I have to really consider, like... what can I actually contribute? I've only actually been to two cons ever, and I still feel like kind of a newbie. I don't know, has anyone else modded/co-modded a panel and a con before, and if so, like... how did you prep, how did you collaborate, how "rehearsed" were you when you went in...? Any feedback MUCH appreciated, because, man, I REALLY want to do this, but I want to do it WELL.

I don't know what the point of any of this is, except I'm feeling excruciatingly restless tonight.
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Wooow, so I haven't done one of these in a really long time. I've been pretty fandom active, too, I just haven't been on LJ. Anyway. I recently started Teen Wolf, and ARRRGH, I really like it, it's a huge, huge guilty pleasure and a lot of fun, and the whole cast is just adorable, waaah. I'm two episodes behind on SPN, and as soon as I finish Teen Wolf, I'm starting American Horror Story, and can someone tell me if it's seriously something I shouldn't be watching before bed?? I hear it's "gross," but no one will tell me what they mean by gross, IDK, because they're worried about ~spoilers? I don't care so much about that, though, so... if you watch it, give me your opinion.

Less than two months before the first con of the year for me, and then two months after that is the second, and if (big if) I have money, there MAY be something going on re: Tumblr-based fandom this summer, we'll see. Anyway, that's fandom in a nutshell??

For fellow fandom peoples, here's something I ripped shamelessly from Tumblr, you can do it, steal it, ignore it, whatever -- give me some letters, I'll answer. If you post it, I'll try to reciprocate.


A - Your current OTP
B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind
C - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t
E - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what
F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom
G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it
H - Do you prefer characters from real action series or anime series
I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why
J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr
K - How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom
L - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for
M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist
N - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor
O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)
Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why
R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships
S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon
T - If you mostly have homoships, do you have any heteroships
U - If you mostly have heteroships, do you have any homoships
V - Are you one of those fans who can’t watch anything without shipping
W - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms
X - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms
Y - A fandom you’re in but have no ships from
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

We just wrapped up finals at work, I have an easy-peasy day Monday that I'm going to mostly use to get some writing done, and I'm at my mom's house playing Quelf and it's so silly and fun and WOOO, weekend.

Hope things are awesome for you all xx
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I got up late (10:30) and took a walk to buy a paper. It's very nearly 50 degrees and sunny out, and even though they were sold out of papers, it was a lovely walk. I put a pot of coffee on before I'd left, and when I came back I filled up my ridiculously huge TARDIS mug and hopped online. I've got a short to-do list today, The Bod of Avon tonight, and the day off tomorrow, and I feel good.

I finally got around to seeing Les Miserables last night, with my mom, Joce, and Melissa. For those of you who don't know, Les Mis is... kind of a big deal to me. And that's kind of a huge understatement. Les Mis is what got me into musical theatre. Les Mis was the first fandom for which I had Real Life fan friends, and Les Mis got my involved in online fandom for real, beyond reading fic -- it got me writing fic, making art, posting on message boards. I met penpals that I kept for years via Les Mis message boards. My cousin, sister, and I recorded (as in, video recorded, on my uncle's camcorder) renditions of the songs, re-enacted scenes, interpretations, long debates of the merits of various cast members (we would set the camera up in the kitchen, sit at the table, and -- over giant mugs of tea -- have these huge meta-debates/discussions over the show. I feel like it was super-late at night, too -- it was definitely after midnight, but at fourteen, that in and of itself felt "super late.") My sister's one and only foray into writing was Les Mis fanfic, and to this day, my longest completed piece of writing is a 35k Les Mis fanfic called "The Skeptic's Account" (still accessible via The WayBack Machine... if you know where to look). My point is, for several year, Les Mis sort of consumed my life, and I cannot see it or hear it now without also seeing and hearing all that tangential ephemera -- without reliving sleepless night and huge mugs of tea; nights spent in the yard sharing a set of headphones with my sister as we listened to "Stars;" endless, ENDLESS rewatching of the 10th Anniversary Concert, analyzing every detail, watching every performers mannerisms, keeping an eye on what they were doing when they were not at the mics (oh my God, I got to know Jérôme Pradon through the TAC as Fish Pants, don't even ask). So, yeah. Kind of a big deal.

Sort of really long movie review-ish thing. )

All in all, I really enjoyed it. and I can't WAIT for the DVD release, so Mel, Joce, and I can analyze every single freakin' detail <3

Christmas

Dec. 23rd, 2012 06:54 pm
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I love the anticipation of the holiday. That's something that I've always kept expecting to die, as awful and cynical as that sounds, and to be fair, I certainly feel the stress of the holiday now in a way I didn't when I was younger. Now I'm responsible for buying gifts, mailing cards, cooking dishes for various gatherings; there's social and financial pressure, there's the pressure of just not feeling like I have enough time (because on top of Holiday Stress, I now have Just Trying to Get Through the Goddamn Day Stress), and there's the issue of tying to juggle obligations with, not only friends, but two families.

It take a longer time for my to start feeling festive. When I was small, it was like, day after Thanksgiving, BAM. Time to put up the tree, and start Christmas shopping, and listening to Christmas music, and watching the Christmas specials they started airing every Saturday night, and having holiday parties at school, and shopping for Advent calendars, and and and. Now it's like, okay, I got out of work at 11 am on December 21st -- I think the first real stirring of "IT'S CHRISTMAS!!" hit me at about 8 am that same day. I don't know if it'd be different if I didn't work at the high school, if I wasn't exposed to kids who still get ridiculously excited to see their little cousins and get presents on go on trips and just be on vacation for ~2 weeks. But the enthusiasm is contagious. The last two years, my one-on-one was not a socially-motivated individual. He had virtually no interest in the holiday, and seemed to look at it almost in trepidation, as a change in routine (and he didn't like changes in his routine). This year, I'm with kids who approach the holiday with total abandon -- they are PSYCHED up for the season. On Friday, our first block class has a grand total of two (out of eight) kids -- Bill and I seriously just let them chill out, we talked about Christmas traditions in our various families and Bill played "a perfect blend of traditional Christmas music" from his iPad, which apparently includes "Mack the Knife" and "Baba O'Reilly" (epic!) We brought the kids down to breakfast around 8:30 and watched A Charlie Brown Christmas in Block 2, then sat around and listened to a mix of Christmas songs Block Three (I didn't know Sum 41 and The Kinks had Christmas songs, but apparently they do), and watched Wall-e Block Four. It was an actual, genuinely fun time spent with the kids, and went a long way to gearing me up for Christmas.

This year, Andy works on Christmas Eve, so sometime around 4pm, I'm going to meet up with my brother and spend the evening at my parents house; my mom went and bought this huge array of snacks and wine and I'm bringing over some games, and when Andy gets out of work at 2 am, he'll pick me up so I'll be home Christmas morning for breakfast (one of the few days I cook a "real" breakfast -- usually muffins, toast, eggs, bacon, and fried potatos). After breakfast and relaxing, we'll head to my parents to socialize, have dinner, and do gifts. Joce and Steve will be over for dinner and gifts too, and I am just... so looking forward to it.

I enjoy Christmas as an adult; I've had pretty rough patches with them, obviously, but in general, I've always had good to excellent relationships with both my siblings and my parents, and now that we aren't living together, Christmas is a little more signifigant; I see my folks about once a week (because my dad gives me a ride home when Andy works the day shift), but it's only for about an hour, during which time I basically have a cup of coffee with my mom and check work emails, sometimes I'll even take a nap, etc. It's like, almost a business visit, lol. The holidays are one of the few times when not only are we all together for signifigant time, but when we are all actively engaged with one another. That, more than the "seeing each other" bit, is what sets it apart.

There is something to be said about those Christmases at home, though. My siblings and I are fairly close in age (I'm 30; my sister is 28 and my brother is 26), and when we were young -- but not too young; young, but not "little" -- we were like these time bombs of anticipation. My sister and I would get into bed fairly early (we shared a room, and even when we didn't, she'd often camp out with me on Christmas; we do that to this day, on the nights I stay at her house) and read magazines or favorite books to each other until we fell asleep, and we'd inevitably be awake again by, like 3:30 am, at which point we'd have those kinds of whispered conversations that are complete and utter fluff but are just WAY TOO FUCKING HILARIOUS to the parties involved, and then sneak out of our room into my brother's. He was always asleep, but SPRUNG awake as soon as we crept up to his bed. We'd huddle in the living room on the pull-out couch with chips and whatever candy we'd already been able to finage out of our parents and watch tangentially-related Christmas stuff on late night TV. It was never, like, classic Christmas fare on at that time of the morning, it was always something like seasonably appropriate infomercials (which, again, were SO FUCKING HILARIOUS) or things like, one year, the Beavis and Butthead Christmas episode? I remember nothing about it except that it existed, and we watced it at like 4 in the morning, and my brother could do a fucking SPOT ON, UNCANNY Beavis impression. There was just always this buzz, and part of it was to do with sleeplessness and the quietness and relative solitude of that time in the morning, and part of it was likely to do with a nostalgia that we were already feeling (we didn't believe in Santa anymore, but we still followed a lot of the traditions from when we were younger, getting dressed up and going visiting on Christmas Eve, seeing the relatives we only saw once a year). And part of it was just... I don't know. I just remember, really clearly, one of those Christmas nights, looking out the window around 4 am with Joce and Rob, and it had just started snowing, and the entire street was lit with people Christmas lights, and it was just so profoundly quiet, and we were so awake and excited. That's something I've not been able to reclaim, but then again, I haven't really tried to. Once that level of wonder goes, it goes. I think what we share now is different, but not lesser. It's appreciation on a different level.

All my gifts are done, all but two are wrapped. The house is almost clean (need to tidy up the craft room, which was the hub of Christmas crafting, and wipe down the bathroom). I'm going to take the plunge and put ornaments on the tree, if only to see how River reacts to them (no lights, though; all I need is for her to decided her bestest, most favoritest Christmanas wish is to be garroted by festive lights). I'm making dinner and folding laundry and looking very much forward to tomorrow.

I'd like to do a Bucket List update/revision before the end of the year, but as I don't quite know what the next few days will bring, Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and a wonderful start to your new year, if I miss it.

I leave you with a lovely, nerdy Christmas video that my siblings and I ran into on TV during one of those Christmas nights when we weren't quite so little anymore ;)

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How It Works:

Post to your DW/LJ (publicly or locked) with a list of ten things you want to receive for the holidays. They can be anything, from a personalized DW/LJ icon or drabble to a purebred puppy - as long as all the items on the list are things that you genuinely want.

If there's anything on your list that needs to come to you through the mail, make your shipping address available, but please be safe about it and don't post that part publicly - just specify how people should go about getting it.

Next:
Look around your circle/friends list for others who have posted the meme. (The more who do, the better this works, so encourage them!) If you see a wish you can grant, GO FOR IT. You might find a little thing you can do for free that will make someone happy, or you might just discover that a stranger is longing for the exact boxed set of DVDs that you no longer want.
mps, for
Don't spend money unless you want to, and don't commit to more than you can handle without stressing yourself. There are no rules to this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. If someone surprises you with a gift certificate to the restaurant you never thought you'd get to go to, don't feel guilty or obliged to return the favor. The point is to spread around a lot of opportunities to grant wishes - use them as you see fit, and remember that your list gives those opportunities to others!

Tips:

Dream big, but stay practical. If you really want the Mercedes, put the Mercedes on the list, but don't forget that you also really want some feedback on the story you wrote - so put that on the list too. It's fun to imagine something huge happening through this meme, but we'll recognizes the unlikelihood of it and make sure our friends still have a chance to do something thoughtful that's within their means.

Put limits on yourself for what, but not who: if you've decided that you can spend a few hours drawing a picture, but none of your friends are asking for one, keep looking for wishlists - you might even make a new friend or two! Ask people to link their lists for you, and don't be afraid to post your own in a few places.

My wishlist )

Link me to yours; I'm on a relatively tight budget, but I'll do what I can. If you need my address for anything, PM me.
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Hate to hit and run, but:

I'm participating in E4K -- Endure4Kindess. I have pledged to spend 24 hours crocheting scarves (this is my endurance act!) and am looking for people to pledge to me, much as you would pledge to someone doing a charity run or walk. The E4K runs November 17th and 18th, but donations will accepted until November 30th.

Again, I know this is a financially tight time of year for a lot of us (myself included) so I'm not going to hound you (this'll be the first and last you hear from me on this!), but if you can pledge, it will be greatly appreciated. The scarves I complete will later be donated to a charity or shelter.

https://pledge4good.com/random-acts/custom/for-every-hour-spent-crocheting-scarves-for-charitable-donation/173631

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Nov. 4th, 2012 08:25 am
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There is basically no way you guys can fathom how badly my house needs cleaning. Like, going-on-three-weeks-behind on the laundry (luckily two of those weeks are clean laundry just waiting to be folded and hung), dirty dishes on the counters, pieces of the carpet THATTHE FUCKING CAT RIPPED UP all over the floor, cabinets in utter disarray, basically can't see the floor in my craft room... it's just a wreck, guys, seriously. And I haven't been to the gym in two weeks and all I've been eating is junk food and takeout, and I'm two days late for my period, and essentially I feel like utter shit. Not physically (though I'm crazy tired from hormonally-induced crying until 1am), but just mentally exhausted -- without even having started, I just feel so, so finished. Like, fuck this. Seriously, all I want to do is eat quesadillas and surf Pinterest (and, oh my God, who the fuck invented Pinterest? Do they have a personally vested interest in ensuring I never get the fuck off the internet? Because between Tumblr and Pinterest, I'm developi9ng carpal tunnel from clicking "repin/Reblog" all fucking day. I've bookmarked a shit ton of like, thirft store crafts and repurposing ideas, but I can't pull myself off Pinterest long enough to do them).

But I CAN'T just be like, "fuck it," because my sister gets married in eleven days, and all the prep work -- including the prep photos -- are being taken here. I have my sister and the maid of honor staying the night on the 19th, and the following morning, both the stylist and the photographer are coming by, so the house has to be clean AND I have to make breakfast for six. Luckily, the photographer is a friend we've known since she was, like, ten years old, and the stylist is my cousin Brian, but a.) it's still the first time either of them have been to my apartment and I want to have them think I'm a semi-functional adult who doesn't languish in her own filth, and b.) I don't want the backdrop of my sister's wedding prep photos to be a dirty house, because that would suck. So tonight I have to talk myself into getting my fuckig ass in gear and making some headway. Andy is home tomorrow, so more might get done with the two of us, but I'm flying solo for now.

Part of it is because weekend stuff just won't let up. Wrathskellar on Saturday was stellar, as I've come to expect from the Babydolls -- I've got some "behind-the-scenes" vids under the cut if anyone is interested -- and while not scary, it was definitely darker and more macabre than what they usually do, though even then, much of the "darkness" came in the form of black humor, and was sort of morbidly fun (Scratch's deadpan deliviery on the between vignette monologues was perfection). Everyone was wonderful, though I think my favorite performer was Brigitte Bisoux as "The Broad;" her performance of "Our Lady of the Underground" was wonderful, and of course I really liked Evie (my burlesque instructor), who was playing the role of The Martinet -- basically, a burlesque teacher who is the polar opposite of who she actually is in the studio ;) Devora Darling was supposed to play The Lost Girl, but I got word about a month or so ago that she had been pretty seriously injured, and they had to use an emergency replacement (as in, put out word for a casting call and freshly cast someone) and Coraline, who took her place, was great. The marionette piece (which is sampled in The Lost Girl video below) was one of my favorite vignettes and really eerie. As an aside, the Davis Square theatre is this super tiny basement theatre that seems just... oddly suited to burlesque.











I was all like, "YEAH! Gonna clean on SUNDAY!" but earlier in the week, Joce had texted asking if I was free Sunday, and upon having been told yes, in fact, I technically was... she promptly fell silent, no call, no text. nothing. Sunday morning (um, late morning) my brother texted and asked what was up and I said I didn't know; so he offered to meet me for coffee and come back to my house and help me get some stuff done. So we got coffee, got back to the house, and a little while later when he diecided he was hungry, I made apple muffins from scratch (super easy -- pretty good. Very delicate flavor). While the muffins were in the oven, Joce called and asked if I was free to stay the night, Brian was coming over to talk hair and do a test run on she and I, so... yeah. She got to my house, she helped me with laundry for a bit, we went to hers, ordered pizza, Brian came, and most of the night was spent like that. I didn't get home until after a late breakfast yesterday (around 1), and then Andy and I had to go shopping and I had a horrible, horrible case of car sickness after the drive from Derry.

On the plus side, ARRRRGHH, love the hairstyles we settled on. I don't know how Brian does it. First of all, I'm already blown away just because he curled my hair with a flatiron, whatwhat. My hair was smooth and glossy, and I didn't wash it yesterday because I wanted at least one extra day with it actually looking good. Mel couldn't be there, so it was hilarious and embarrassing watching Joce and I struggle to explain to Brian how long her hair was -- because only see her all the friggin' time -- well, me more so than Joce, to be fair -- so Brian decided (since i have WAY longer hair then Mel, and it would be impossible for him to give her the same style) to just give her a style based-off of mine, which is essentially a French/Belgian braid across the crown of my head that becomes an updo (wow, I SUCK at describing hairstyles), where she will have the same braid base, but it will trail off as curls instead of being all done up. It's a happy trade-off, I think, that we'll coordinate since we can't truly match. The two of us still need to get shoes, by the by. Hopefully Saturday. Piling a LOT of shit on Saturday's schedule at the moment. Sunday night be easier, come to that. Regardless, it basically has to be this coming weekend, since the wedding is the following weekend.

Is it weird that I'm as excited as I am for Joce's wedding? I just friggin' love ceremonies and things so much, and this is the first time since my own wedding I get to be in one, and this time, I don't have to be the one freaking out internally because I'm involved, but not in the spotlight, ha! Plus, ugh, it's going to be gorgeous. I didn't picspam my own wedding (I was just so friggin' wedding-ed out at that point, and Lance, nice as the pics were, had them come in to us an a goddamn molasses trickle), but expect pics from hers.

I can sense your excitement at the prospect.

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Oct. 9th, 2012 08:26 am
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The Babydolls recently sent out an e-mail detailing a Student Recital -- all present and past Babydoll students are welcome to come and perform. Trouble is, it's in November (like, right in the middle of November), and between all the shit going on in October, plus the fact that November is NaNoWriMo, another huge time-sink of a creative endeavor, there is basically no way I could prepare an act by then.

However, there's also the all-night, over-night burlesque show they do in December, which wlso welcomes B.A.B.E. students, and during which a number of newcomers make their debut performances.

I'm absolutely fuck terrified, but I kind of want to do this.

You all know the two songs I've been considering -- my reservations regarding each are mostly about length, specifically that "Fingertips" is too long (a bit over 4 min.) and "O Death" is too short (2 mins., just). Having specifically talked with Evie regarding "ideal" length for a performance, I know 4 minutes isn't exceptionally long, though she did make it a point to say that people's attention spans are shrinking, and to keep that in mind while choosing music. At the moment, I'm leanign toward "O Death," particularly as a first performance piece, but if anyone wants to give their opinion, I am open to it.

Also, whent he time comes, if anyone is in the Boston area and wants to watch my humiliate myself while half-naked, please feel free to pop by and point and laugh (or say hi, or whatev).

((OMG, I feel like I'm basically never on here unless I "need" to make a post. I will seriously try to catch up this weekend. This is the last free weekend I have until November, so I sort of have to make the most of it, in terms of catching up on... well, everything.))

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Sep. 2nd, 2012 08:27 am
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Sep. 1st, 2012 10:17 pm
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I've been feeling very lethaaaaargic and just "meh" lately, which isn't to say I've been feeling bad or down, per se, just not much in the blogging mood. Like, I haven't even been reblogging on Tumblr, and I usually do that like it's my motherfuckin' job or something.

Just a few notes:

Burlesque:

1. I had my last class with the Babydolls on Thursday. I will be taking more classes with them, continuing with the burlesque education, but not this fall -- possibly in the winter or spring. The final class was boa work, removing a bra, and tassle-twirling. Frankly, there's really no way to twirl tassles without looking silly -- it's either jumping up and down and just letting everything bounce, or putting both arms straight up in the air, fingers pointed like guns, and shoulder-shimmying. Both ways are super fun and work, don't get me wrong, but silly as shit. It's one of those moves that strikes me very much as a classic burlesque move, and while I love, love, love watching classic burlesque (which is a lot of what the Babydolls do), it's not the kind of thing I see myself doing. I've been listening to my chosen music a lot lately, because my iPod's favorite setting is Infinite Repeat (1), and have been doing a lot of visualization as to what my performance would look like, from moves, to transitions, to strips and even costuming. It's classy, but not the strict kind of classic burlesque that seems suited to those kinds of maneuvers, and the latest song I've been thinking of performing too deviates even further from those routes -- "O Death," by Jen Titus.



I've been envisioning this one as well, but sadl, in the stage I'm at with it at the moment, it works best (in my mind) as a two person piece, and I don't know anyone else willing to practice this/perform this with me. Anyway, yeah -- tassle-twirling is easy-peasy, though not something I can see doing in any act I'd put together -- not to mention that even having gone from a double-D to a B, my breasts are still heavy enough that that kind of vigorous bouncing is kind of uncomfortable -- Evie (our instructor) has cute little A-cups, so it's not such a big deal for her, but it get's uncomfortable real fast if you're bigger. Also, removing pasties is uncomfortable, and the adhesive is kind of a bitch.

The Feast:

2. I went to The Feast of the Three Saints last night with my brother, Ryan, and Amanda. It's sad how every year the space the festivities occupy gets smaller and smaller... There was a time when it took up two blocks and the Common, and now it's a block at best, and no one comes to perform on the Common any more (we used to have a lot of old timers, older Italian singers and just older performers: the last few years before they stopped, I saw Frankie Valle, BJ Thomas, and Connie Francis). They had Beatle Juice performing on the St. Alfio stage last night, outside Holy Rosary, and they weren't bad, even though we didn't stay for too much of their set. I generally go to hang out in a festive atmosphere with my brother and friends -- stuff like the carnival games and even the majority of food has gotten, over the last few years, too damn expensive (and I've been burdened with more and more "real life" expenses). Last night I got two slices of Tripoli's pizza ($3.50, not bad) and an ice cream cone (fucking $6.00, are you fucking kidding?? But then, I should have fucking asked before I ordered. Still, what the shit. And that's common. That's, like, typical).

One of the upsides was running into Lance, who, despite having a Facebook, updates it so infrequently as for it to be all but meaningless for him to even have one. I know I've mentioned Lance here before, but as a quick recap, he's a friend who dates back to my brother's grade school days (he, like Rob and Andy both, is four years my junior), was out of the picture all through his high school years, and resurfaced shortly thereafter had a stint -- a pretty long stint -- of time where he practically lived with us, then had long stretches of time when we'd hear jackshit from him, and then he'd suddenly turn up again, seemingly out of nowhere. There was a rough patch of time, which was rough for reasons I don't feel comfortable going into at this juncture, about a year or two ago when he joined the military and was sent away to boot camp and communication basically fucking STOPPED. And for a while now, we had no idea where he was -- here (MA), Georgia (where base was), anywhere in between (they kept shipping him all over). Well, last night, he said he'd been trying to text me the last few days, but wasn't sure if I'd gotten them, because his carrier has been weird (I believe him, because my carrier did they EXACT same thing last year, where my texts were just sporadically never send or never arrive). He's living in Worcester now, which isn't exactly close, but it's closer than fucking Mansfield and Hopkinton, which were the two places he had been living before. He's living with a friend named Arianna that he apparently thought we might know (shrug) and dating a girl who, um, he introduced us to, but whose name already escapes me. She's a student at Brandeis, though, that I remember. He's going to be at the Corpus Christi Parish tonight and tomorrow night doing face-painting, so after we get back from Camelot tomorrow, we might swing by to see him.

The End of Summer:

3. I love the fall. Like, I really do. And I'm kind of excited about the school year, only because it kind of feels like a blank slates, which means a genuine opportunity for a crapload of awesome stuff (it also means chances that a crapload of utter shit will happen as well, but let's try to stay positive). But everything going on this fall -- I've got the 5k to run, my sister's bachelorette, my sister's wedding, Halloween, Wrathskellar, GISHWHES, Thanksgiving, apple-picking, registering for Anime Boston, registering for MJ -- like, I'm psyched. Seriously. But I kind of feel like I've wasted summer as a season -- today, TODAY, I finally went to the beach for the second time this summer. I live in freaking Massachusetts, people. I'm in a coastal state. I'm 35 minutes from the ocean. I have no excuse. So we went today for a few hours -- oh my GOD. I was sure that one of two things would happen -- the holiday weekend would mean that it would be overcrowded and parking costs would be sky high and it would be awful, or the sudden change over to September would mean it was freaking freezing and the place would be dead and awkward and sad. But actually? The weather was beautiful -- like, nice enough that I spent quite a while in the water -- all day parking was $5, and the beach was full but not crowded, and the rides both in and out were smooth and painless. Argh, such a gorgeous beach day. Between today and yesterday though, man, when I get back to the gym on Tuesday (we'll be out all day tomorrow and the gym is closed Labor Day), I will need it. But fuck it, it's my last hurrah, man, I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

GISHWHES

4. I was contacted by a member of a team who wanted to recruit me, so we back-and-forthed messaged a bit, but two days later and I still haven't heard; meanwhile, her team leader has been reblogging a list of people on the team, and yeah... my name isn't on there. Now, the team members were all significantly younger than me (between 17 and college upper-classmen), so maybe they didn't want someone so much older than them, and they were all from the Southern US, so I don't necessarily regret if I don't make their team (having an international team gives you a BIG advantage), but I'd like to know so I can either 1. find another team on Tumblr, 2. recruit enough people to build my own team, or 3. prep myself for solo registration and being assigned to a team.

Also, I found last year's list of "items." It's like something borne out of a fever dream. So fucking bizzare. But I'm psyched. Oh, and holy shit, the prize?? We'd be flown out to Scotland to have a ghost hunt and slumber party at a haunted castle with our teammates and Misha. WTF. Absolutely every aspect of that appeals to me hardcore (my brother and I were fangirl/boying -- we wonder if it's Leap Castle?? That place is supposed to be ridiculously haunted). Super pumped.

PS: Oooh, I also meant to mention, still a little threadbare, but this is my new fandom merch store front. Buying from here, if you are likwise a fan of any of my fandoms, would be awesomesauce, thanks.
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So, I'm going to make a statement that most Supernatural fans were probably already aware of, but bear with me, because I am super, super new to the fandom:

Misha Collins is out of his fucking mind.

I know I have SPN fans, and (I'm pretty sure) even a few of Misha's Minions on my LJ Friends list. I have a few Misha-related question, specifically about GISWHES. Biggest among them is, what the fuck IS IT?

...Because I inadvertently signed up for a registration invite. And dammit, I kind of REALLY want to do it, because all the promo stuff I've seen for it is wild and fucking batshit crazy, and I want in on it. I just don't fucking know what it IS.

Was anyone involved in this last time around? What is involved? What can you tell me about Teams -- are you assigned to them? Do you you pick them? Do you have to be in the same geographical region as your teammates (i.e., can I find my team mates on LJ and Tumblr)??

Anything, guys. Anything at all you can tell me will be awesome.

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