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May. 24th, 2006 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI finally found a beginning that I liked for my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
apocalyptothon assignment. OH THANK GOD. I've known what the hell I've wanted to write since day one, and now I finally, finally get what I want out of my head. It's not going to be as long as I'd hoped, but definitely not as short as I'd feared, so that's good. *twirls*
My friend Jess has convinced me to use my last personal day on Friday and go out to the bar with her. I would have said no because it's my last personal day, but ... well, this week's shaping up to be utter shite, so it'll make me feel better if I plan ahead to just skip that last day. Bossman shipped four of us over to another section of the factory to work this week, supposedly because the production there sucks and we don't slack off. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't sometimes blatantly apparent exactly WHY we're getting sent over. Let's put it this way -- if I have to work with the same chick I worked with yesterday, I'm going to throw something heavy at her head. Although it did make me grateful for my friends by the end of the day, because I have the kind of friends where we yell and scream at each other, get up in each other's faces and call each other every name in the book and feel waaaaay better about everything afterwards. And five seconds later, we're making barhopping plans. It's awesome. :)
My grandmother's coming to visit on Saturday. So, yeah, I'm definitely going to need the booze on Friday night. She's my grandmother and I love her, but if she could try not to be a petulant '50s throwback, I'd appreciate it.
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clex_monkie89 for making me think of of Sam whenever I get whiny and hungry and think, "Wanna sammich." Because ... Sammich. HEE. Why, yes, I do want that, thankyouverymuch. ;)
I was going to say I want to get a good thousand words down on theapocalyptothon assignment so I won't feel like such crap about putting a dent in the House of Wax recap, but then I realized it's a safer bet I'll just put on Law and Order reruns instead anyway. (With all of the Law and Order I watch, I'm desperate to write futurefic where Sam goes back to law school and gets this client who's innocent of his crime because something supernatural did it, so he calls in Dean and they go hunting. And yet, I definitely don't trust my grasp of the law THAT much.)
My tummy hurts. *pokes it*
Top Chef finale tonight. I really hope Harold wins, because after the TAR finale, I can't take any more reality show annoyance this year.
Sometimes I feel like the only one who doesn't give a damn about American Idol. I know I'm not, but still. Project Runway, TAR, and Top Chef I can get into because I like pretty clothes and food and new places -- singing? Not so much.
apocalyptothon assignment. OH THANK GOD. I've known what the hell I've wanted to write since day one, and now I finally, finally get what I want out of my head. It's not going to be as long as I'd hoped, but definitely not as short as I'd feared, so that's good. *twirls*My friend Jess has convinced me to use my last personal day on Friday and go out to the bar with her. I would have said no because it's my last personal day, but ... well, this week's shaping up to be utter shite, so it'll make me feel better if I plan ahead to just skip that last day. Bossman shipped four of us over to another section of the factory to work this week, supposedly because the production there sucks and we don't slack off. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't sometimes blatantly apparent exactly WHY we're getting sent over. Let's put it this way -- if I have to work with the same chick I worked with yesterday, I'm going to throw something heavy at her head. Although it did make me grateful for my friends by the end of the day, because I have the kind of friends where we yell and scream at each other, get up in each other's faces and call each other every name in the book and feel waaaaay better about everything afterwards. And five seconds later, we're making barhopping plans. It's awesome. :)
My grandmother's coming to visit on Saturday. So, yeah, I'm definitely going to need the booze on Friday night. She's my grandmother and I love her, but if she could try not to be a petulant '50s throwback, I'd appreciate it.
I blame
clex_monkie89 for making me think of of Sam whenever I get whiny and hungry and think, "Wanna sammich." Because ... Sammich. HEE. Why, yes, I do want that, thankyouverymuch. ;)I was going to say I want to get a good thousand words down on the
apocalyptothon assignment so I won't feel like such crap about putting a dent in the House of Wax recap, but then I realized it's a safer bet I'll just put on Law and Order reruns instead anyway. (With all of the Law and Order I watch, I'm desperate to write futurefic where Sam goes back to law school and gets this client who's innocent of his crime because something supernatural did it, so he calls in Dean and they go hunting. And yet, I definitely don't trust my grasp of the law THAT much.)My tummy hurts. *pokes it*
Top Chef finale tonight. I really hope Harold wins, because after the TAR finale, I can't take any more reality show annoyance this year.
Sometimes I feel like the only one who doesn't give a damn about American Idol. I know I'm not, but still. Project Runway, TAR, and Top Chef I can get into because I like pretty clothes and food and new places -- singing? Not so much.
