The BMALSISWAHICFANIOIHO Fund
Jul. 21st, 2005 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7A succinct and heartfelt response to today's events, from my dearest ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
buschibaby.
We'll assume she's survived, then, and dispense with the panicky emails, although I don't think I'll be able to resist dropping her a line later.
I worked this morning with the newish kid who's a pre-med guy, and he assured me that the horrid insect bite on my right bicep (which hurts) isn't Lyme disease. He suspects it's a spider bite, as it appears particularly nasty. Which is perfectly possible-- there are fucking spiders everywhere, and not many mosquitoes really.
I have decided that I'd like to save up for a used laptop for my birthday. I don't want a new one-- I want a Mac so I don't have to constantly readjust from my big computer to the little one, but there seems to be no point in buying new ones until we find out what's up with the whole Intel-compatible chips thing. But I don't want a little piece of crap either, really... Of course, I should take whatever money turns out to be somewhat extra and apply it to the several hundred dollars in interest on my student loans that they tacked on to the existing capital after my last forbearance, but I ask you this: Will that help me finally fucking finish a novel?
I don't think so.
So, to use the degree, I should, logically, postpone paying for it a bit. Right?
Sh. I am not a monetary genius and we all know it.
Of course, the catalogue for White Flower Farm just arrived in the mail and I spent all of supper drooling over it. "Flower porn," I explained to Dave. He agreed that they were pretty flowers.
Sigh.
Not that I think I'll really have all that much to spend on myself... I've been thinking for several days, tho', about the last time I treated myself to anything that I didn't strictly need and I really can't think of when. I did buy myself a frivolous skirt two months ago, but that was using a gift card from Christmas, and it was specifically for the occasion of Dave's graduation party, and has filled a necessary hole in my wardrobe (being as I am no longer a size 16 and so some things don't fit now). Hmmm...
Maybe I should start a fund. The Buy Me A Laptop So I Stop Whining About How I Could Finish A Novel If Only I Had One Fund. I'll send fundraiser cards to my friends and family.
Sigh. Actually I was thinking I might be able to find something acceptable under $500. Which is only... pretty much a week's pay. Er, oh well.
I was, for a brief span yesterday, tempted to begin a Harry Potter fanfiction. I've never really been particularly an HP fan, in that I'm really not a 'fan' of most things, and have only ever involved myself in one fandom. But I was thinking about the HP-verse. And it struck me finally that I'm not in the least bit interested in any of the characters, and would just be borrowing the universe. I considered it further and realized that I had more than a few problems with her world-building, and there were a number of things I would have to either gloss over or modify. After a little more mulling (I was in a bit of a traffic jam at the time, just that snarl of construction over on Main St., to give this some context), I finally realized that it would just be a goddamn original novel, and I have those coming out my ears. So, well, nevermind. But. It was a thought.
buschibaby. We'll assume she's survived, then, and dispense with the panicky emails, although I don't think I'll be able to resist dropping her a line later.
I worked this morning with the newish kid who's a pre-med guy, and he assured me that the horrid insect bite on my right bicep (which hurts) isn't Lyme disease. He suspects it's a spider bite, as it appears particularly nasty. Which is perfectly possible-- there are fucking spiders everywhere, and not many mosquitoes really.
I have decided that I'd like to save up for a used laptop for my birthday. I don't want a new one-- I want a Mac so I don't have to constantly readjust from my big computer to the little one, but there seems to be no point in buying new ones until we find out what's up with the whole Intel-compatible chips thing. But I don't want a little piece of crap either, really... Of course, I should take whatever money turns out to be somewhat extra and apply it to the several hundred dollars in interest on my student loans that they tacked on to the existing capital after my last forbearance, but I ask you this: Will that help me finally fucking finish a novel?
I don't think so.
So, to use the degree, I should, logically, postpone paying for it a bit. Right?
Sh. I am not a monetary genius and we all know it.
Of course, the catalogue for White Flower Farm just arrived in the mail and I spent all of supper drooling over it. "Flower porn," I explained to Dave. He agreed that they were pretty flowers.
Sigh.
Not that I think I'll really have all that much to spend on myself... I've been thinking for several days, tho', about the last time I treated myself to anything that I didn't strictly need and I really can't think of when. I did buy myself a frivolous skirt two months ago, but that was using a gift card from Christmas, and it was specifically for the occasion of Dave's graduation party, and has filled a necessary hole in my wardrobe (being as I am no longer a size 16 and so some things don't fit now). Hmmm...
Maybe I should start a fund. The Buy Me A Laptop So I Stop Whining About How I Could Finish A Novel If Only I Had One Fund. I'll send fundraiser cards to my friends and family.
Sigh. Actually I was thinking I might be able to find something acceptable under $500. Which is only... pretty much a week's pay. Er, oh well.
I was, for a brief span yesterday, tempted to begin a Harry Potter fanfiction. I've never really been particularly an HP fan, in that I'm really not a 'fan' of most things, and have only ever involved myself in one fandom. But I was thinking about the HP-verse. And it struck me finally that I'm not in the least bit interested in any of the characters, and would just be borrowing the universe. I considered it further and realized that I had more than a few problems with her world-building, and there were a number of things I would have to either gloss over or modify. After a little more mulling (I was in a bit of a traffic jam at the time, just that snarl of construction over on Main St., to give this some context), I finally realized that it would just be a goddamn original novel, and I have those coming out my ears. So, well, nevermind. But. It was a thought.
