xhesika: (tealfashion)
So between now and the last time I gave an actual update:

1. My friend Kat's computer crashed, she sent it to us and we fixed it. The only thing wrong was that she had somehow gotten a virus from big fish games and it FRIED her hard drive. So we got her a new one and then I loaded up her lappy with games, Sailor Moon, Labyrinth, and many other essentials.

2. Some days I feel discouraged with Artemis, at this point I KNOW that it's going to be impossible for me to jump back into it. I'm going to have to work on short stories and read over the whole story before I make another attempt at writing the last chapter. The good news, and I don't know if I put this up here yet, but I found a binder with the original Book 2! Meaning the only thing I am missing now IS the final chapter of Book 1, then I will be back to where I was before the move.

3. Got a very promising lead on a job, but I don't want to divulge the details too soon, I don't want to jinx it and have it fall through.

4. Working on the Ritzko Project, the goal at this point is to be able to send out signed copies of the first book as Christmas presents. Meaning more it has to be done by November so that I can start NaNoWriMo.

Full plate for the time being, but at least I'm feeling more validated.
xhesika: (tealfashion)
Was nothing short of a nightmare, and it looks like its going to bleed into this week.

My house was broken into on the 21st, my family was out of the state for that whole week. The computers were stolen and even though they decided to tear out the speakers, headphones, keyboards, and microphones, they decided that they should just take all the jump drives that had Artemis saved on them. I still have Ritzko, I suppose that's a blessing in disguise. Luckily I had emailed most of Artemis Book 1 to myself to read at work, so I will only have to rewrite the last chapter and the afterword.

I managed to get through work without breaking down in front of my coworkers, but to tell the truth I did have a patient that I found crying at 5 am and I ended up sitting with him and bawling my eyes out right next to him.

My boss has been amazing through everything, however I haven't told her yet that Robbie and I do plan on moving back to Michigan. We're waiting on his job to transfer and we've worked the budget to allow us to live on his salary alone for as long as we need to (while I'm unemployed). I have only told one of my coworkers what happened, and only because she had her house broken into last summer and I felt was the only one who really understood what I was going through. The others know nothing, and I don't plan on telling them anything until I leave, if then.

I stayed at Tammi's house one night, I'll probably do a lot of crashing there this coming week, what was a 6-day stretch of time off has become an 8-day stretch because guess what? To top off the week, Robbie's grandmother passed this morning around 4, and the worst part is that I don't have the strength to cry anymore, even when something really warrants tears. I know how close he was to her, when he said she was back in the hospital with her usual UTI CHF, I figured she would be right as rain and back home when we moved up there. So I work tonight and took vacation for the next two days. Hopefully I can pick up some time around the hospital in the stretch to save up money.

Penelope is still missing, and her sister is all out stressed and lonely now. She cries a lot, can't keep down food, I'm worried about the both of them. So we're taking Persephone up to Michigan with us for the funeral because we don't want to leave her alone for too long, she snuggled up to me for most of last night. I have faith still that we will find Penny, the biggest reason being that we have posters all over the damn place that offer a reward of $100 for her return, along with a picture of her. To be honest, she should be easy to spot, her fur is longer than any other stray, and her coloring is rather unique. It makes me feel better when I see people I've never met combing the area for her, calling out for her, $100 is a small price to pay for her if it gets her home. I know Robbie is lonely without her.

One of the only good things that happened this past week was when my sister came home from vacation and set right all of the mess between me and my parents, she then proceeded to buy me a new laptop, which I am typing this on right now. I'm in the midst of recovering my lost music, but it looks like I may have to wait a bit to get my Sailor Moon replaced, which kinda sucks because I could really use a good laugh right about now. Artemis Book 1 is in its own little folder on here, but I haven't put much work into finishing it yet. I'm still a little numb from the whole experience.

I guess I should start getting cleaned up for work? I have a few hours still, but there is packing to be done if I plan on leaving in the morning for Michigan for the funeral.


Oct. 19th, 2010 10:13 am
xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
One of these days I need to record some of the conversations Kyle and I have while editing. I feel like I haven't laughed so hard in ages.

I feel like a chinese.

I have a shoe addiction. A bad one at that. I just ordered a couple new pairs, the pair I couldn't find at Wet Seal the other day and another that I wanted but was unable to find and ended up settling with another pair. I don't regret it at all now though, I officially have a pair of Haruka Tenou's (Sailor Uranus) boots in black! I didn't even realize until I got them home. They would be the only pair of shoes I've gotten from that store that seems to need an insole. Most of the time their pumps are VERY comfy, my red pair are awesome to spend the day in.

Hombre del Saco )

I love Garbage. Shirley Manson's voice is pure sex, but that guitar? Wow. Want moar.


Sep. 27th, 2010 09:43 pm
xhesika: (Default)
To clarify the last entry. I found the picture (after weeding through 3 folders), I seem to remember there being more cords, but its still creepy.

xhesika: (Caspius Van Dean)
I must have been watching too much Stars because it started out with those. They were bigger, able to hold about ten people each and they popped out of the ground. There was no telephone inside, but a small monitor and a bizzarre keyboard, the numbers 0-9 vertical and then the letters alphabetically.

They were going towards this old building in swarms. It was a school, and I was standing in the soccer field.

He was there next to me, hair cropped short, not in the usual white, but black. "I want to go home." "Come inside for a little." He took me by the hand and sang a song I was certain I had heard before. I STILL think I've heard it before. I can barely remember the words, but I don't think I've ever heard a voice so beautiful.

The school was a mess on the inside, papers and trash everywhere. the wallpaper hung down from the ceiling and the stairs fell through in various places. "I want to go home." "Stay awhile."

A booth monitor was on the landing of the stairs and I was working with it almost immediately. First I put in my address, then it began to ask me questions: "Are you certain?" "No one is home." "You realize you have no key." I laughed at the last one and exclaimed, "it knows I lost my key." But he was gone and there was a strange sort of monster at the top of the stairs now.

The arrows were small, and to be honest I have no idea how many got stuck in  my left shoulder and side. It got blurry from there, I ended up cavorting with one of the monsters and they poured oil down on the others while I half played the piano (cause I can apparently do that...).

I still don't know his name.
xhesika: (bambi)
I'm really beginning to see why this season was never aired in the US...first and foremost there are these guys that turn into girls when there is trouble. This episode features a nun! ...who moonlights as a choreographer for boy bands.

Vacation was nice, taking trips always seems to make the time stretch, although the ride up there was a little troublesome. The clutch on the saturn is fried, as well as a few other pieces. We'll have to see how things go.

We returned home and I feel somehow apprehensive of work, like something bad is about to happen. Of course my hunches are usually incredibly far off base. I do believe in the sneezing theory, once for talk, twice for gossip. I've been sneezing like crazy this past week. That in itself makes me feel uncomfortable.

About to go to bed, finally. I feel nervous. I wonder what dreams may come.


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