Dec. 14th, 2008 06:16 pm
ultraviolet9a: (impala)

So, you know. Kept watching the news and reading newspapers and all that shit the last week. I mean, i always do that anyway, but this reached obsessive levels this week. Anyway. Events here seem to have calmed down. Which is of the good. The day after is... going to be a loooong looong day I reckon. Anyways.

Just wanted to thank you for the hugs and the good vibes. Sorry it took so long to get back at you. Don't mean I didn't appreciate and love you for it, it's just that I can be sucky like that, when shit hits real life either I reach out or I hide in a cocoon thing of real life, and this time it was a cocoon of real life thing going down. And real life, sociopolitical events aside, was a bit of the non shiny side as well. *waves it off* Whatever. I'm running low on shiny, but I will strain the goddamn thing till i make an entry of it. So here it goes:

There were two really good things this week. One, that I kept seeing rainbows, cuz it's been rainy, and it's awesome when a rainbow just pops up like a mirage. Two, one of my school is in a rural place, and part of the school yard, which is not used as a school yard but has olive trees instead, well, some guy brought his herd of horses there, so it's 7.50 in the morning, i park the car and have kids running towards me pointing the fingers towards the field excitedly, and I go out of the car and they drag me there (they are deathcute btw. My kids) and what do i see? About 9 horses of different sizes (ages?) and colours grazing there, under the olive trees and me, with my kiddies, watching them. Go ahead, laugh at my polyanna-ism, but if there is such a thing as horses under olive trees and my kiddies, then the world can't be as shitty as it felt this week. It just can't. At all. I refuse it to be, okay?

Other good thing: I finished the Lehane novels involving Kenzie and Gennaro. I'd do Patrick in a heartbeat, yes, dragonz, but uhm. I'd also totally do Bubba. He may be a psycho, but he's a psycho kinda like Tito Pullo in the HBO Rome thing. Which is awesome btw. And I kept seeing Pullo as Bubba, to be honest, while i was reading so.. uh. Yeah. Now i'm started on Neil Geiman's American Gods. (Books help. They always help in this cocoon real life thing.)

And I have a fic in my folder, that[info]pdragon76 was awesome and betaed like, daaaaays ago, but I seem unable to rework it because my mind seems crowded, too crowded. I keep dreaming that I'm drowning or I'm eaten alive, and I guess it's just the current events crawling into my subconscious but. Whatever. I'll try this week, because it's comforting to have a fic, even when it hasn't been boxed in the right shape yet, you know? You know that the foundation and the frame is there, and all you have to do is paint the walls and add the windows and the floors. And probably some furniture as well. You know what? My architectural metaphor sucked, but you get the gist.

I'll try to catch up with you, guys, i'm pretty sure you've been up to a lot. Have a great week.


Fuck that.

Dec. 7th, 2008 07:06 pm
ultraviolet9a: (angry sam)

There's shit going down. )

This is supposed to be my happy place. My feelgood place. Ignore me. I'll bring the shine back in. Tomorrow. Or something. *sigh*
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Lookit, lookit, new layout! I wanted something that wasn't black and was completely white or grey, but, as usually, i start off somewhere and end up somewhere differently. So i stuck to the same colour palette. Uhm.

And i printed calenders off, marking my work days for the year to come, and i found a small portable whiteboard and i use this to write my to-do lists. I figure, better than having the place heaped up with crumbled papers, right? *taps fingers on desk* Thing is, i always start off so organized and then somewhere along the way chaos starts taking over. Heh.

Other than that, just got back from a wedding. Couldn't wear my new dress/shoes cuz it was too freaking hot, but thank god for other pretty dresses. Was nice and all that. With the exception of a bitch that burned me on my foot with her cigarette. What a lowlife bitch. (she was. A low life bitch. You'd known if you'd see her. And right now my foot is itchy so i'm entitled to swearing, okay?)

Question: What's up with the ljcut? Was trying to update my sticky post with fics and it ate up half of my links. Now i have to do it all.over.again. *kicks ljcut*

What else, lemme see... nothing i can currently think of. Oh wait. I've been meaning to get you hooked to this. It's a fun little thing, and it's not as difficult as it seems.

That's pretty much it. *stretches*

Dear Sammy,

May. 3rd, 2008 10:39 am
ultraviolet9a: (angry sam)
I know you hate being called that since I'm not Dean, but I'm pretty enough to get away with it. Probably.

So anyway, it was your birthday yesterday and I completely forgot about it; I was pretty much hyper all day long, because I knew I would come crashing down today. Cuz my brother left, see, and I'll see him in two months again and I'm all emo now. :( And I know you are rolling your eyes right now because clearly i'm infringing on your emo copyright because your brother issues are definitely more serious, but. You know.

So anyway, I wanted to wish you good stuff, like getting laid once in a while (though that would be for my visual benefit mostly) or, you know, walking around naked (ahem), but I know that is no birthday wish (unless we're talking about my birthday).

So I just wish you that Kripke doesn't whump you too much. And doesn't whump Dean either. I know you love him, you see. And you can't live without him and it would totally suck if Kripke gives us a heartattack with a cliffhanger on Dean's deal HEAR THAT, KRIPKE? but either way... well. There's fanfic, right? What displeases us can always be changed or worked around in fic and if you walked around naked some more I bet fangirls would totally facilitate that.

So. Happy birthday, Sam Winchester. May lots of Unicornia sparkles fall upon you and Dean.

Much, much love,

ps I'm going to make another pie now. A savoury one, probably.  A quiche, maybe. Everybody knows that talking to fictional characters a Winchester in combination with food is an instant shiny explosion. So there. 
And Sam? If you happen to be around the neighbourhood, do drop by, and bring Dean, too. You're totally entitled to a piece of me the quiche.
ultraviolet9a: (ash philosophy)
I went to my eye-doc yesterday (the cute helper left, boo) and apparently my eye allergies are back in business and some minor astigmatism? WTF? I'm only hoping that astigmatism showed cuz i had been reading a lot the night before, plus pmsing, and i know that hormones change the focus or whatever so i hope it's not permanent cuz SHIT PEOPLE. I HAD THE LASER THING IN JUNE. And now i'm wtfucking and terrified.

So now I'll have to do allergy tests and take eye drops and lots of other stupid things, and oh, the doc informed me that i'll always have the allergy and the drops will only relief symptoms (tired eyes itch yadda yadda) and i'm like WTF. AGAIN. WTF. I've never been allergic to anything in my life, and suddenly two years ago, i decide that i am.

So not shiny. SO not shiny, people. And not shiny is not my M.O so here's more WTF on my part.

Anyway, to keep a long story short, my on line presence will be more... scarce. Cuz. You know. WTF.

But since I'm not shiny I expect from you to compensate. And be very, very shiny. Like, LUMINOUS shiny. Okay? Okay.

Settled then.

Love ya, take care, bye. 

And omg yei, the pretties tonight. A bit of shiny in the not shininess that this week is.


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