hobbit_feets: (r&g || sycophants?  us?  never)
I am taking a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] alycorn 's book and making a list of things I need to get done today.  Perhaps it will help me get motivated to actually do them, because right now my bed is soft and warm and I could just snuggle back into it and be perfectly content.

- Get dressed  Jeans, Van Gogh shirt, floppy knit cap
- Eat.  Something
- Go to the school store and get watercolours, so as to:
- Finish my costuming sketches
- Go to Finnish, and remember to bring textbook
- Get conditioner.  Also possibly apples
- Call the census guy back and inquire after testing days 2:30 on Thursday, bitches!
- Continue with mad progress made on room cleaning on Saturday
- Read thing for Gay Theatre class
- Look up the two books for my term paper for Early Modern Britain
- Go to the bank to deposit cheques, also the ziplock bags of change I've accumulated.
- Shower
- Do laundry
hobbit_feets: (r&g || sycophants?  us?  never)
I am taking a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] alycorn 's book and making a list of things I need to get done today.  Perhaps it will help me get motivated to actually do them, because right now my bed is soft and warm and I could just snuggle back into it and be perfectly content.

- Get dressed  Jeans, Van Gogh shirt, floppy knit cap
- Eat.  Something
- Go to the school store and get watercolours, so as to:
- Finish my costuming sketches
- Go to Finnish, and remember to bring textbook
- Get conditioner.  Also possibly apples
- Call the census guy back and inquire after testing days 2:30 on Thursday, bitches!
- Continue with mad progress made on room cleaning on Saturday
- Read thing for Gay Theatre class
- Look up the two books for my term paper for Early Modern Britain
- Go to the bank to deposit cheques, also the ziplock bags of change I've accumulated.
- Shower
- Do laundry
hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
I adore rain, I really do, but it makes it damn hard to get out of bed some days.  It's been overcast and rainy for the past few days, and this morning, my alarm went off, and I had to exert the most colossal effort of will to roll myself out of bed.  It was a struggle of Herculean will.
hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
I adore rain, I really do, but it makes it damn hard to get out of bed some days.  It's been overcast and rainy for the past few days, and this morning, my alarm went off, and I had to exert the most colossal effort of will to roll myself out of bed.  It was a struggle of Herculean will.
hobbit_feets: (icons || ginger curls)
I made myself chicken satay for dinner tonight



It was absolutely as delicious as it looks.  Seriously.  Yum.  Cucumbers are an amazing addition to anything, they really are.  I have, speaking of cucumbers (sort of), resolved of late to eat more healthily.  Much more emphasis on the vegetables, less on the disgustingly greasy fast food that exists at the food court at the mall when I get my lunch break.  So!  I'm working on this.  Part of a probably vain effort to lose some weight, and generally feel more in shape.  I'm certainly not overweight, and I'm not out of shape, I'm just kind of... Eh.  I could feel better about myself.  So this is what I'm doing!

Also, I have beads in my hair!


hobbit_feets: (icons || ginger curls)
I made myself chicken satay for dinner tonight



It was absolutely as delicious as it looks.  Seriously.  Yum.  Cucumbers are an amazing addition to anything, they really are.  I have, speaking of cucumbers (sort of), resolved of late to eat more healthily.  Much more emphasis on the vegetables, less on the disgustingly greasy fast food that exists at the food court at the mall when I get my lunch break.  So!  I'm working on this.  Part of a probably vain effort to lose some weight, and generally feel more in shape.  I'm certainly not overweight, and I'm not out of shape, I'm just kind of... Eh.  I could feel better about myself.  So this is what I'm doing!

Also, I have beads in my hair!


hobbit_feets: (wall-e || up there somewhere)
I fully and entirely blame [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  for the fact that I stayed up until six thirty this morning (last night?) when I ought to have gone to sleep.  And now I have to attempt cleaning my old room in my parents' house.  Bugger.  Tonight, I promise I will post with something relatively interesting, instead of just tripe about my day. 
hobbit_feets: (wall-e || up there somewhere)
I fully and entirely blame [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  for the fact that I stayed up until six thirty this morning (last night?) when I ought to have gone to sleep.  And now I have to attempt cleaning my old room in my parents' house.  Bugger.  Tonight, I promise I will post with something relatively interesting, instead of just tripe about my day. 
hobbit_feets: (f & l || keeping secrets)
There is something entirely obscene about getting up at seven o'clock in the morning merely so that one can wash one's hair and hope it's mostly dry by noon.  Seriously.

And, following that random, pointless observation, have some random, possibly-less-pointless-but-we'll-see philosophy.  The other night I ended up having dinner at my parents' house, and somehow ended up getting into a somewhat heated discussion about the nature of evil.  Whether such a thing is possible at all, if there's such a thing as evil divorced from an outside party to make a moral judgement- and if there is, can it really be applied to anyone with any accuracy?  My mother, bless her, was getting rather nervous as this discussion progressed; I'm not entirely sure she understood that a philosophical argument on my part didn't mean that I, you know, condoned genocide.  *facepalms*

So!  Any thoughts from any of my f'list?  While I'm being pretentious, I figure, I might as well share the wealth.  What do you think about Evil?  I'll give it a capital E because we're discussing it as a concept in and of itself.
hobbit_feets: (f & l || keeping secrets)
There is something entirely obscene about getting up at seven o'clock in the morning merely so that one can wash one's hair and hope it's mostly dry by noon.  Seriously.

And, following that random, pointless observation, have some random, possibly-less-pointless-but-we'll-see philosophy.  The other night I ended up having dinner at my parents' house, and somehow ended up getting into a somewhat heated discussion about the nature of evil.  Whether such a thing is possible at all, if there's such a thing as evil divorced from an outside party to make a moral judgement- and if there is, can it really be applied to anyone with any accuracy?  My mother, bless her, was getting rather nervous as this discussion progressed; I'm not entirely sure she understood that a philosophical argument on my part didn't mean that I, you know, condoned genocide.  *facepalms*

So!  Any thoughts from any of my f'list?  While I'm being pretentious, I figure, I might as well share the wealth.  What do you think about Evil?  I'll give it a capital E because we're discussing it as a concept in and of itself.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || postmodernism)
Nngh, a disjointed five and a half hours of sleep is not precisely the ideal for going in to a job interview.  Of course, this is entirely my fault, as I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep before three thirty in the morning, but even so.  Went to sleep late (or early?), had to get up at seven to assume parental duties and make sure my brother was able to get himself up and off to school, took a shower, and then set my alarm for ten, and zonked out again.  Ten o'clock rolled around far too quickly for my tastes, but seeing as I have an interview at one, I had to be up to give myself time to wake up properly before I catch the bus.  About an hour now before I go strolling out ye olde front door, and I am taking that time to troll about on the internet, and magically hope that my hair dries properly before then.  It shan't, of course, for it is a diva and requires at least five hours to dry properly.

Wish me luck with the whole employment nonsense?

Also, just to keep count- ten days into SPARTA's next campaign, and I am on a grand total of 3,648 words.  This means I am 1,352 words behind where I ought to be, which is shameful.  Clearly I am a bad Spartan.  However, I do have a specific fic that I'm working on (my Delgado/Eleven unintentional epic, which really needs at least a working title that I can refer to it by), so today I shall try for double my required wordcount on that.  1,000 words?  Easy!  Especially when I have at least two conversational scenes and a sex scene to write.   Not to mention any little edity changes to the rest that need doing.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || postmodernism)
Nngh, a disjointed five and a half hours of sleep is not precisely the ideal for going in to a job interview.  Of course, this is entirely my fault, as I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep before three thirty in the morning, but even so.  Went to sleep late (or early?), had to get up at seven to assume parental duties and make sure my brother was able to get himself up and off to school, took a shower, and then set my alarm for ten, and zonked out again.  Ten o'clock rolled around far too quickly for my tastes, but seeing as I have an interview at one, I had to be up to give myself time to wake up properly before I catch the bus.  About an hour now before I go strolling out ye olde front door, and I am taking that time to troll about on the internet, and magically hope that my hair dries properly before then.  It shan't, of course, for it is a diva and requires at least five hours to dry properly.

Wish me luck with the whole employment nonsense?

Also, just to keep count- ten days into SPARTA's next campaign, and I am on a grand total of 3,648 words.  This means I am 1,352 words behind where I ought to be, which is shameful.  Clearly I am a bad Spartan.  However, I do have a specific fic that I'm working on (my Delgado/Eleven unintentional epic, which really needs at least a working title that I can refer to it by), so today I shall try for double my required wordcount on that.  1,000 words?  Easy!  Especially when I have at least two conversational scenes and a sex scene to write.   Not to mention any little edity changes to the rest that need doing.
hobbit_feets: (icons || smile if you're gay)
... But in this case, that's a good thing, because I have a date!  In an hour!  I will impart further news when I return from said date; hopefully it goes well.
hobbit_feets: (icons || smile if you're gay)
... But in this case, that's a good thing, because I have a date!  In an hour!  I will impart further news when I return from said date; hopefully it goes well.
hobbit_feets: (firefly || time is out of joint)
I feel like death on toast.

Fucking sinus infection. 

I've not been this sick in a long while.  My sinuses are so swollen it feels like my head's in a vise, and my entire body aches; my skin's hypersensitive, so even the slightest touch is painful.  I can't swallow without wincing, and my rubbish bin's overflowing with kleenex.  To make it even better, I can't go out to get soup or ginger ale or any of the various things one enjoys whilst ill without trekking through the cold and rain for them.  Not that I ordinarily mind cold and rain- quite the opposite- but at the moment, they're just increasing my misery.

I need a Mum.  That's what one needs when one feels like this- a mum to tuck one into bed and soothe one and feed one soup.  Alas, I have only myself.
hobbit_feets: (firefly || time is out of joint)
I feel like death on toast.

Fucking sinus infection. 

I've not been this sick in a long while.  My sinuses are so swollen it feels like my head's in a vise, and my entire body aches; my skin's hypersensitive, so even the slightest touch is painful.  I can't swallow without wincing, and my rubbish bin's overflowing with kleenex.  To make it even better, I can't go out to get soup or ginger ale or any of the various things one enjoys whilst ill without trekking through the cold and rain for them.  Not that I ordinarily mind cold and rain- quite the opposite- but at the moment, they're just increasing my misery.

I need a Mum.  That's what one needs when one feels like this- a mum to tuck one into bed and soothe one and feed one soup.  Alas, I have only myself.
hobbit_feets: (dw || fifth doctor)
It's seven in the morning.  Is it worth it for me to go to sleep now?  I can't really decide. 
hobbit_feets: (dw || fifth doctor)
It's seven in the morning.  Is it worth it for me to go to sleep now?  I can't really decide. 
hobbit_feets: (lom || cortina)
Homigod, running is so not my thing. Not at all. Asthmatic and generally out of shape, and yet still I decide to go running. Why do I do this? I must be insane. That must be it. I mean, theoretically (and before I actually go out running), I can appreciate the ways in which it benefits my health and well-being and general in-shape-ness, but really? Fuck it.
hobbit_feets: (lom || cortina)
Homigod, running is so not my thing. Not at all. Asthmatic and generally out of shape, and yet still I decide to go running. Why do I do this? I must be insane. That must be it. I mean, theoretically (and before I actually go out running), I can appreciate the ways in which it benefits my health and well-being and general in-shape-ness, but really? Fuck it.

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