ofvanity: (sholmes.)

 By this, I mean, just sort of talk and ramble or vent, depending on the situation. I think this falls under vent.

So, the last two weeks have been sort of in a whirlwind because I moved out of my house and into a new one so it's all been a game of box mazes and preparation and then moving heavy things in and bonding with my uncles that I only ever see when I want them to help me move. Which, okay, that sounds bad, but it's alright, because they got beer and pizza afterwards. And there's a family bonding exercise this weekend that I'm supposed to attend. 

The point being, there was heavy lifting up two flights of stairs whilst Chicago is being ridiculously, unnecessarily, stupidly humid. My uncle threw his back out, a family friend hurt his ankle, and I tore/strained/whateverthefuck some muscle in my calf. It'd been hurt earlier this month when I went to a concert at the Taste and, idk, pulled it or something, from walking? I never paid any real attention to it, though, and one day I woke up and POOF! it was fine. But this Sunday, I guess, I redid whatever drama happened last time and POOF! pain in my leg. Which, admittedly, I could go to the doctor or whatever, but all they'll do is give me pain pills and maybe a crutch and send me on my way. But I'm not down with that, so I am bearing through. That was, maybe, Sunday. Jesus, it was Sunday. It feels longer than that.

Ranting about an almost broken leg. \O/ )
Two. I want to clear something up, because I realized it sounded bad. Last month, I wrote some random crazy thing, in which, I mostly called Arthur a whore and Eames a martyr, and I said I was going wild because it was the second time that week I was going through withdrawal. I meant withdrawal from caffeine. And it makes me crazy and irritable because I get these insane headaches, that do not get any easier no matter how many times I have one cup of coffee and then do not repeat the action daily. Just making sure we're all on the same page here. (Don't do drugs. :D)
I think I'm done now. :) I'm going to go take a rather awkward and uncomfortable shower/bath-cleanliness thing.

(Also, I got a friend request from my cousin on Facebook this morning and it took me a minute to remember who it was because she's like, TEN YEARS OLD. Smh.) 

ennui.

Jun. 21st, 2011 12:04 am
ofvanity: (fischer)


Hi, darlings. Let's talk. Or not talk. It's around midnight, I'm buzzing with boredom and andrenaline and I was just scrolling through the nonsense that is our fandom. Don't mind the misspelling and bullshit, this is the second time this week that I'm crashing and I want to write this before I go through withdrawal again. It's quite distracting. 

HI, INTERNET. I live in Chicago, Internet. Chicago, Internet, IS AN AWFUL CITY. Because it hates me. And all of us Chicagoans. IT'S SO HUMID. I AM DYING OF HUMIDITY. WHICH, I'm just complaining, when I'm walking in between the fucking sky scrapers, the city is stunning. Stunning. 

I'm doing this, so excuse me for a sec.

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I wrote this while listening to old recordings of The Martin and Lewis Show.  )
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I was going through the meme, or something, idek. And for the 3825960th time, someone said, Eames can't refuse Arthur anything. And for once, I felt like Eames should refuse Arthur everything. Unbetaed. I've been having a tough week.

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