xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
New manager at work, her name is Lea and she is wonderful. I adore her. However others not so much? I'm not alone in that I love her and think she's great for the store, but some people think she's too strict? And others just clash completely. But we'll see what happens in the next few days/weeks and who quits.

Speaking of work, I really need to work on my language. Most of the time I'm good about it, but when I start to get tired...well, I don't think even sailors say the things I do. Maybe I should apologize to Tyler for getting on him about that sex change too....


Anywho, made food today, onigiri, and I ate every last damn morsel, it was delicious. There is a stash under the bed of goodies, I will take a picture and catalog everything for your viewing pleasure later. Its pretty damn impressive, like the zombie apocalypse stash.

I talked to Christina very briefly today, she worked at the Tim Horton's at the hospital, she's a manager there now. She was talking about setting something up so that she and Samm could come visit me. I'm all teary now and want to see them, I miss everyone so much. And I'm back to feeling dead in this place and don't want anyone to see me like this... At least I have time to psych myself up.

Supposed to be working on Jenna, and I love it, suddenly everything comes together and I realize that everything matches up perfectly with no effort, I don't even know how I pulled that off. But I want to work on Artemis. I love the way Artemis makes me feel...no homo. The trouble is that I've already come to terms with the fact that I would have to start over and re-write a lot to get back into the swing of things, and that would take a while. I need to finish Jenna first, then go back over David, then fine tune Gale, then make sure Jenna works, all the while editing Bastian and moving consecutively.

I'm a busy bunny.


Apr. 10th, 2012 06:32 am
xhesika: (cereal)
I wouldn't say I'm a picky eater.

Last night was the first real food I'd had in two days. Two full days. My day off was wasted by trying to eat cheetos and having to sleep off a tummy ache that struck not once but twice.

Rob's mom is home, and that means she does the cooking. I wouldn't mind so much because she also does the cleaning, and I do hate dishes with a passion.

The trouble is she can't cook.

I would be understanding if it were something really strange. But its not. Its the normal stuff burned and dry and disgusting. She got a box of panko. I thought she was going to finally make porkchops right. Normally she just cuts off all of the fat on the porkchop and throws it into a skillet and fries it. No oil, no salt, no butter, no nothing. So panko I was thinking YAY. Turns out she used the panko on mac and cheese in the oven. I don't like mac and cheese in the oven, Never. Mac and cheese is supposed to be gooey soft warm and delicious and cheeeeeeesy. Not hard and dry and bland.

Also, I had heard people at work say they don't like cooking chicken  because they don't like it dry? I've never been able to make chicken and not have it soft and tender and juicy. In the meantime, robbie brings me in a piece of chicken from dinner and feeds it to me in bed and I can't stop choking on it.


I have added soup at hand thingies and a ton of instant ramen to the stash under the bed so I can get some nutrients on my days off and before I go to work. Thinking about it now I probably should have picked up more of the soup cups.

I need to cook soon I think. I miss stir frys and tonkatsu and rice dinners.


Feb. 6th, 2012 02:52 pm
xhesika: (cooking gaga)
Home from the store with raspberry lollipops.

Robbie: "Is it good?"
Me: *Holding lollipop out to him* "Want to try?"
Robbie: *kisses* "Ooh, raspberry."
Me: *Melting with the biggest wide-eyed puppy look ever*

I think one of these days Robbie is going to confess having read Artemis and will revel in his triumph of trolling me hardcore.


Jan. 23rd, 2012 07:26 am
xhesika: (cereal)
And not gracefully either.

My eating habits haven't been the best lately. I eat at work with Robbie, but most of the time I'm just not hungry or I just forget.

Its really weird to forget that I need to eat.

This was not a problem tonight, I ate:

Soup and 2 dumplings
4 Onigiri (tuna and umeboshi)
6 Hotdog squids (so cute!)
An avocado
5 capri suns
2 cans of Dr. Pepper

And some cookies.

I feel so bloated and happy.

Robbie brought home milk, and more snacks. I can make pudding now! ...If I don't explode first.

xhesika: (Default)
And I was eating, I forgot what it was like to get hungry. The days blended together for a while there with work, I was only really eating twice a day. I had four days off and I was eating like crazy...like I used to apparently.

Appointment with the surgeon for Robbie today, we'll see how that goes.

Bastian progress is going, slowly but surely. I don't know if we'll make the deadline for the penguin books competition, and I didn't even plan on saying anything about it here, but what the hell. I haven't really said anything about it to anyone. I just don't usually enter writing contests.... I don't even really know when they're going on. I guess I should try for that more this year.

So back to the whole time off from work bit, I only work one day next week. The paycheck will be suffering, but I'm determined to throw myself into my writing. Its all I have left really. I guess I've got nothing left to lose, all of my practical plans fell through, all I have left are the dreams. I want to take a trip to clear my head, get to a city. Not c-bus, somewhere new where I could just wander and clear my head looking at new things.

Speaking of dreams. I had one around Christmas. No Morpheus. I was wrapped up in turquoise ribbon on the beach gasping for air. I pulled myself out of bed and grabbed my lappy quick to write down the words and descriptions, and to be quite honest that is what I have down for one of my future projects. The whole mermaid returning to the sea. It's going to hit close to home, its going to be a recount of the dreams with him where we were transporting the mermaid.

I was thinking about the dreams, and looking back, and I think...I think Morpheus might have been an angel and I think he was trying to tell me something, or warn me. Or maybe I've cracked at last. So when I had the dream about the ribbon I was pretty freaked out. It was the first dream in a long while, and if it is in the least bit prophetic like the last...I'm in trouble.

I talked to Kyle yesterday, we ended up patching things up slightly. I doubt there will be any more trouble between us. Not for the usual reasons, but because I don't think I'll ever see him to be honest. There will be no opportunity.

I feel overwhelmed for some reason, depressed, but when I take a moment to myself I can't seem to get the thoughts straight.

Might as well use it.
xhesika: (cooking gaga)
Over 11k and still going up, I'm weighing the best way to go about a book like this. I don't think I've ever read a book written from the perspective of the villain where they didn't repent or die by the end.

Belladonna )
In the meantime I press on with NaNoWriMo, I'm a few days ahead, but I don't want to fall behind at all. The trouble is that with what I'm writing I'm having to be very picky with my word choice to make sure that everything falls into plan.

Today was lovely though, and it's not over yet. Robbie left to go further south to see friends and I spent the day with Samm. I have eaten so much sushi down here I'm happier than a kitty.

In other news KiKi is beautiful and her tail is as fluffy as she is wide, I almost want to steal her.
xhesika: (cooking gaga)
Gale wasn’t interested in leaving the house before Keane and the police arrived, he instead pulled up a chair and sat to the right of Mr. Crawley’s corpse, cigarette in hand, cat in his lap, and sniffing the air curiously every so often. I didn’t stick around to ask him what details his nose was picking up, while he wasn’t bothered with the smell of rotting flesh, I had to rush out of the house for fresh air and the first cigarette in half a month.

Its bad enough scouring the internet for “Necromancy 101”, but its worse when all these sites are citing resources that are in my own library.

I’m going to have to tone down some of the details in the chapters I’m working on, either that or put trigger warnings on them.

Even worse, I’ve been snacking the whole time I’ve been writing.

xhesika: (tealfashion)
Kso, today Robbie's Dad had supposedly set up an appointment for their cat to see the vet. He lied. Then used the excuse that he didn't have the number despite it being just at the end of the street and therefore something he would pass every single day.

So I eventually cool off of this because we were supposed to go to olive garden for lunch, then to the cider mill.

We all get into the car and find that Robbie and I have been lured out of the house under false pretenses. Robbie's Dad wanted chinese so we were going for chinese instead, despite his mom constantly reminding him that Robbie and I had just had chinese the night before. Normally i wouldn't turn down chinese, but I really wasn't feeling it, especially after thinking about olive garden, I think Robbie was a bit more irked about it because, well, olive garden was his favorite and he was pretty psyched about it.

So they went to chinese and Robbie and I went and had a drink at the bar next door. Rum and coke, nothing special, and the chick at the bar was nice enough to give me a couple of job leads which i will def be looking into.

After that his parents apparently had to pick up a book, the problem is that there are no bookstores in waterford or any of its surrounding towns. I shit you not. They tanked with the economy and apparently "book learning" isn't something they're big enough on for major companies to bother with. I really wish I was kidding on this front, but I promise that it isn't just my cinicism.During the time that they were scouring the scooby-doo ghost town mall for a bookstore, Robbie had some pizza at the food court.

Which leads us to now, we ended up just heading home because Robbie isn't feeling well, and he says it isn't pain which is weird because he didn't take any pain meds this morning (the only reason why he opted for a drink), and the things he had to eat were the onion/cheese/ham rolls that I ate as well, and the pizza at the mall which I also ate. I'm thinking he caught something at work because I don't really know what else would make him feel so out of sorts. Except for being up with the sun, which I will admit, makes me feel really weak and strange after being nocturnal for weeks.

So, keeping an eye on him while I wait for my package. I had to order a few shirts and a coat from wet seal, the store just doesn't exist up here and the prices everywhere are gorged to hell. What's worse is that the long-sleeved shirts I have are getting holes in the elbows and when I thought about it I realized that I have had these since before I started dating Robbie.

C'est la vie.
xhesika: (cereal)
Me:    halibut is such a silly word
Kat:    hail the butt.
Me:    do they have big butts?
    hang on looking it up
Kat:    LOL.
    arent those fish?
Me:    ya know
    they kind of do...
    yeah fishies
Kat:    ...can fishes have butts?
Me:    well the rectum is technically in the center at the bottom
    so if they are fat in the middle they qualify as having a big butt
Kat:     ...lol.
Me:     <--expert on fish butts
xhesika: (tealfashion)
My last day at work is this Tuesday.

The power will shut off on Thursday.

I put Artemis on hiatus. I've been unable to write on it, I keep getting caught up on the fact that I lost so much of it, and I can't seem to get back into the writing groove. So I decided to make a sequel to Ritzko...rather three sequels. I re-named the first book The Final Comission of Bastian Freeman, and the whole series will be called the Ritzko Project. Each of the books will be in the same style as the first, but from another perspective. The second from Johnson's, the third from Gale, and the fourth from Jenna.

In the first sitting I was able to push out 13 pages, and it was strange, but after writing that I felt almost like I might be able to do some work on Artemis. So I opened up the document and although I was unable to write anything, its comforting that the feeling is coming back.

With that being said, Emily is back in town this week. I admittedly am using the move as an excuse to not see her because I still do associate her with anything bad that happens to Artemis after she vandalized the very first copy beyond repair. I've gone over my history with writing with Kory on Livestream and Skype several times, and its interesting how I'm noticing how fucked up it's been after I put everything out there. How somehow I manage to continue with something I like after Emily tears it all apart, and my Mother patronizes me at the dinner table...

The trouble with this is that I won't be able to spend much time with Samm before I leave.

It was the last night with some of the girls tonight. There are certainly a few I will miss, but there are a lot of them that I won't miss at all, and I don't expect to be missed by many in return...I don't really know a nice way to say it, but I almost feel indifferent. I'll miss connecting with patients.

Plans for a movie night with Tammi and the kids tonight, I've practically been living there for the past few weeks on my day off. The Haven is no longer the Haven, Robbie and I are on the move.

Ugh, I agreed to a dinner with my family at 6 tonight, hopefully it doesn't drag on too long tonight...and hopefully I don't get too sick from seeing Emily. I know it isn't her fault. I just never forgave her for that, and now I almost blame her for everything bad that happens to my writing...


Jul. 2nd, 2011 09:17 pm
xhesika: (cereal)
De'Angelo: "Whatcha up to Jess?"
Me: "Stiring up trouble. Did you hear?"
De'Angelo: "Nah."
Me: "Yeah you did."
De'Angelo: "Yeah, I saw. If I had gotten a complaint like that I would have been fired, what happened?"
Me: "I caught her putting fries into the fryer that had been up for a while, I had my laptop out so I put in the complaint immediately."
De'Angelo: "That's nasty."
Me: "I'm leaving in 25 days. Out of Columbus. Out of Ohio. I don't give a fuck."

Within an hour of me filing the complaint at 430, the General Manager had the complaint printed out and hung in the back, I was talking with him in person within thirty minutes of that.

Nice service, I must say. He offered me a free meal, but I'm not taking it. I don't eat there as it is and this is why.

Haha, last line of my complaint: "Thank you for reiterating why I don't eat at this location."
xhesika: (Slam)
Yes, lets sit at the table and talk about our underwear. Sounds prime, really.

You never really see a lot of Lord Covington in the book...not until his demise anyways, his relationship with Kamen isn't the most healthy, but he at least seems to respect his father.

At least the kids know when they're being completely ridiculous.

This just looks like a self-inflicted food fight on Artemis' part.

Short Story: Of Biscuits )


May. 20th, 2011 11:53 pm
xhesika: (RedBaron)
Rob: "So my first manager called me and asked me to come in and I explained that I'm out of state and unable to work like this. Then [his other boss] calls me--drunk off his ass--and tells me that they had to fire [the guy that threatened Robbie], AND two other people quit in the same night."
Me: "So how many people are there tonight?"
Rob: "Three, looks like the entire grocery staff is down to four total so I'm going to be getting a lot of overtime this week. Sorry if I seem tired this week."
Me: "It's okay, have fun tomorrow."
Rob: "Enjoy your zombie apocalypse."
Me: "I got the shotgun and a beer next to me."

I totally do, just for shits and giggles.

What? I like to be ridiculous sometimes.
xhesika: (bushbride)
The hospital Wendy's got a new GM.

He's cracking down and cleaning house.

I now sit and watch the show.
xhesika: (cooking gaga)
I need to stop going to the hospital for coffee when I'm depressed because it brings down my whole mood to think of it when I go to write.

I can't seem to stop staring out the window, and I probably look incredibly forlorn right now.

Might be doing something with Samm tonight, couldn't say for sure at this point.
xhesika: (Default)
I got the call this morning that Robbie was threatened at work by a co-worker and that worker was then escorted out of the building. So I got a quick lesson of how to use the shotgun. Of course I forgot immediately, of course in a pinch I just push the buttons like crazy and pull the one thingy back then its loaded and I shoot, right?

And his confidence in me soars...

I can't remember my last dream. It was long, and Morpheus was there, but other than that I don't think I'm supposed to remember it. Like with the song he sings.

I'm struggling to get through the second to last chapter of Artemis, writer's block seems to have caught up with me, hopefully a session of writing at the hospital while getting a nice caffeine overdose...I think Samm works tonight.
xhesika: (bambi)
I got the call back from the lady in Pickerington, my appointment is next Wednesday at 4-430. Hopefully she'll be able to give me some insight to all of these dreams.Of course I would be the mumbling idiot that she wouldn't be able to understand on the answering machine.

Robbie and I have noticed recently that Persephone is getting really, really FAT. We thought originally that Penelope was the pig, but we seem to be sorely mistaken. I personally believe it was all the canned cat food that we bought; I had planned to save it and give it to them only as a treat and then I found out that Robbie had been giving them a can EVERY DAY WHEN HE CAME HOME FROM WORK. LOL. I can't be mad at him really, but no canned cat food for kitties for a long loooooong while. He of course believes that Persephone's been eating too much chicken. She does get into the trash sometimes (trash that is waiting for Robbie to take out), and I've been eating her favorite hot chicken wings...

So Persephone is all round and fast and adorable, I would have never thought such a fat kitty would be able to run so fast.

I worked last night and I'm back for one tonight and another tomorrow, then I get to prepare for a 4-day 12h shift stretch followed immediately by a 8h shift, but this should put me on a nicer rotation where I'll be able to spend Samm's days off with her, and I'll be able to spend time with Robbie as well now that he's gotten his days off switched. Plus I'll still be getting weekend night shit pay, which makes up for about $250 of my paycheck alone. I really like the floor after the acuity of winter, the people on the floor are slowly becoming the more independent sort, and other than a few depressing stories, they're really nice and make me feel happy to go to work.

Of course I still need to get started on this whole book publishing thing, the only trouble is that I can't seem to get into Ritzko enough to edit it, and in the end I may just end up giving the file to Samm to look at, she's pretty much taken over the whole Artemis project anyways (we've made amazing progress on it, she's read and edited everything up to chapter 50 without that chapter obviously).

And I think I want olives right now, my supply is getting low, I found a store that will allow me to buy big black olives with pits in large amounts and I need to go get some more sometime soon.
xhesika: (cooking gaga)

With a small twist of the knife he had broken the rind, and the peel of the orange was cut from the fruit in a long thin twisting ribbon leaving the segments to blossom outwards. In watching Van Dean perform the task Kamen’s attention was caught by the remaining oranges on the tray, each of which were in the act of mirroring the actions of the fruit in the hands of the demon, with identical spiral peels, and each blossomed effortlessly in their dance.

I already decided on how to do apples, just looking for a place to insert it.

I saw a fork today that reminded me of the Clovinian fruit forks! Zencha dessert forks, so tiny, so delicate, I can just see them being pushed into a grape half.


Feb. 19th, 2011 04:43 am
xhesika: (bambi)
I've gotten dresses there before, I know the size I'm supposed to fit there since their sizes run small, but that didn't stop me from hearing a small rip when I tried to pull it over my chest.

I haven't even been eating the sesame seeds.
xhesika: (Caspius Van Dean)
There are so many words and names I have come up with that I just love the way they feel in my mouth. Q'ael Dan'il is definitely the best name so far, but even the names of random characters feel good in my mouth. Maybe I'll get around to putting up my list of characters up here some time.

"Delightfully oaf-ful" indeed. )


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