i am drama!
Nov. 28th, 2005 09:09 pmUgh. Today was actually a perfectly decent day, I just spent half of it largely incapacitated by cramps and part of that time on the verge of tears for absolutely no reason. So it was, I suppose, at least interesting. I was the sole 11:00 person, out of an intended 3, which meant there was no person to give breaks, and so I did not have a break, and I had to just keep running around. At one point I noticed myself mouthing the word "pain, pain" over and over because that's what I was in. It was kind of bad. And then, I went back into the kitchen to grab something hurriedly for someone-- napkins or something-- and slipped and fell face-forward right onto my hands and knees in front of the entire kitchen staff, hurting myself and looking like a complete ass. It was awesome. (Yes, I filled out an accident report.)
So.
A brief TMI: the Pill makes me wildly emotionally unstable for pretty much the rest of the month, but makes the cramps and the wanting-to-cry-when-I-have-them way less bad. Hm. This is kind of a toss-up. Although there's nothing that is more infuriating than being in the midst of a towering rage and having your boyfriend glance resignedly at the calendar and nod to himself. And be right. Motherfucker!!! I cut choo!!! Nyargh!!
But this is my Friday night and I have tomorrow off WHEEEE!!!!
Hey! Z just went and opened his laptop and I got this weird popup system message about IP configuration. Motherfucker stole my IP address!! That's it. I'm'a have to cut him.
(Never for a moment think that living with the sysadmin means you never have computer problems. No. It just means that your computer problems are way more interesting than they were when you lived with your mom. I should know: I've lived with more sysadmins than moms.)
So.
A brief TMI: the Pill makes me wildly emotionally unstable for pretty much the rest of the month, but makes the cramps and the wanting-to-cry-when-I-have-them way less bad. Hm. This is kind of a toss-up. Although there's nothing that is more infuriating than being in the midst of a towering rage and having your boyfriend glance resignedly at the calendar and nod to himself. And be right. Motherfucker!!! I cut choo!!! Nyargh!!
But this is my Friday night and I have tomorrow off WHEEEE!!!!
Hey! Z just went and opened his laptop and I got this weird popup system message about IP configuration. Motherfucker stole my IP address!! That's it. I'm'a have to cut him.
(Never for a moment think that living with the sysadmin means you never have computer problems. No. It just means that your computer problems are way more interesting than they were when you lived with your mom. I should know: I've lived with more sysadmins than moms.)
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Date: 2005-11-29 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-29 02:36 am (UTC)I'm just not scientifically-oriented enough to realize what factors are causing the change in my behavior-- or, for that matter, to be able to observe that my behavior has changed. I can barely remember one day to the next, let alone one month to the next.
Eh well-- another good reason to cohabitate romantically with an engineer, I guess. They're all kinds of useful, you just have to deal with them. (Bitch stole my IP address!)
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Date: 2005-11-29 02:56 am (UTC)Seriously, I can't stop with the science. Although I have stopped the Moisturize Only The Left Side of my Face experiment, as it's dry here in winter.
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Date: 2005-11-29 03:12 am (UTC)Also, I am hugely impressed that you actually had a half-face moisturizing experiment going on. I've always sort of meant to do that. What would be amazingly amusing would be if I could convince my sister who is a Mary Kay girl to do that with the beauty products she's pushing. That'd be one hell of a selling point at MK parties. "See the difference it's made? Look at the left side, now at the right." I mean, dude.
But she'd look like a freak, if it were really as effective as it claims to be.
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Date: 2005-11-29 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-29 03:08 am (UTC)I actually think I am a frustrated scientist. I keep meaning to graph my weight to determine why it fluctuates so much-- I do know that it can vary by 5 pounds over the course of 24 hours-- but I weigh myself and then forget within five minutes, because I am too disorganized to record my measurements. I do have twelve full months, now, of statistics on my tips, down to the day, but that's far less interesting.
And part of the reason I initially began to keep a livejournal is because I wanted to have some documentation of my moodiness. It is helpful, because I am pretty much guaranteed to mention Girl Stuff at least once a month, so if I had several spare hours I could probably reconstruct a chart of my Female Issues Schedule for the last three or four years just going by my blog. But, again, I never organize the data.
Z, on the other hand... well, he's an engineer, but he's a really apathetic and disorganized engineer. But he's way better at noticing trends than I am. (And pointing them out in the most insensitive way possible. "I HATE LIFE!" "You're way hormonal, aren't you?" *glass breaking* "GO TO HELL!")
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Date: 2005-11-29 06:21 pm (UTC)Developmentally, that's gotta be really rough.
darius
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Date: 2005-11-29 06:37 pm (UTC)I've had like three or four roommates now who were sysadmins, but I still only have one mother. Which I should think would be a good thing. (Also my own mother is the only person I've ever lived with who was a mom at all.)