FNAF - Bonnie - Hi!

Update time.

So, this is my life so far from the last post. So frickin' much.

Firstly, tomorrow my new roommate moves in. Yep, much sooner than anticipated. I admit, I am now freaking out. But, you know. Better than nothin', and I will get used to it eventually. I have to do some emergency cleaning in my apartment, just to make it presentable, and to get his room ready for him. I also have to get my wireless plugged back in, as this computer I work on--the desktop--is NOT a community compy, as I will make quite clear. Ezekiel is MINE. That's why he's password protected. *nods firmly*

Jesus. Roommate. Living with a dude. My stomach is knotting. If he'd moved in when he'd said he was gonna, I don't think I'd be spazzing out like I am right now, as I would've had time to prepare for it. As it stands, I...did not.

Bleh. Moving on. Other topics. That are still bleh, of course.

I recently suffered a crash. Not that kind of crash--I mean a bipolar crash. A lot of shit happened all at once and triggered a crash, and it left me pretty wrecked for about two weeks. However, after I recovered, I decided to try and bump myself out of it a little bit by dressing up more than I usually do. I wore my nice red polo, put my hair up in a clip and styled it, and wore makeup. I pretty much never do that. My therapist agrees that that is a good idea; if I put effort into my appearance on a regular basis, maybe it'll make me start caring more about myself. Unfortunately, it has had an unintended side effect.

*drums fingers* Matt the Less and I have pretty much zilch going on, we are just really good friends who have laughs and flirt a lot, and we've both opened up to the other about personal problems. However, there is a girl at work who either dearly wants to get in his pants or dearly wants to get her hands on those appealing dogtags and the money that goes with them. Three people think it's the latter, just so you know. Anyway, I was dressed nicely and he and I were walking back to the breakroom, and we had to walk by her to get there. Once we got out of earshot, he promptly turns to me and says, "Dude, I think she was giving you the evil eye for hanging out with me." I told him that was stupid--why the hell would she do that? Yeah, she would do that because she apparently has decided I'm some kind of competition for a piece of military meat. She has incessantly demanded now six times why I'm wearing makeup and outright accused me of doing it just so he'd notice me--not hard to miss the scathing note in her voice, too. I was extremely unamused; I am almost thirty years old. I am too old for this high school bullshit. Add to the fact that Bunny Boiler is practically stalking him at this point, and you have a recipe for DO NOT WANT. I hope this gets sorted out soon; I don't want to be in the middle of this drama.

And no, I didn't wear it so he'd notice me. But he did anyway. And made me blush.

Finally, the best news ever. The Rifftrax crew will be riffing none other than The Room for their next live show. I love Rifftrax live, and have always wanted to go and see one in theaters when they are broadcasting, but have never found the time or a theater close enough to me.

They will be broadcasting from Nashville. AND GEHAYI GOT ME TICKETS.



SPN - Crowley - Whiskey


Bobby, my best bud, is home now. The infection got worse before it got better, but he is now out of the hospital and on the road to recovery. He says thank you so much for all of your thoughts and prayers, and I thank you too.
SPN - Jimmy - B&W Sad


The infection got worse; he had another surgery today, and now his oxygen levels keep going all over the place, so they have moved him to the ICU and hooked him up to a lot of 24/7 machines, including O2. He is going to have another surgery on Wednesday, and will be in the hospital at least until the end of the week.
SPN - Castiel - Leviastiel unamused blac

Just watched a movie!

I am on the tail-end of my vacation with Mrs. Hyde, and we finally sat down and watched something we've been meaning to watch for a very long time--Frozen! Yeah, that's right, I was one of three people who had not yet seen it. Mrs. Hyde was another one of those three.

Suffice to say, I will be reviewing it. But not here.

Yeah. Frozen? Let it go. My hand, at any rate. I get it--you are just so much better than everyone else and what I liked as a kid sucks because it's too mainstream.

(I didn't like it.)
SPN - Dean/Cas Tear off my clothes

And now, this post.

I got all the bad out earlier in a flocked post. And it was a lot of bad; I didn't even tell all of it. But now I'm going to list the good and try to start off 2015 right.

I didn't make resolutions per se. More like suggestions. Things I really think I should do. I only ever make the same single resolution every year: don't make resolutions. However, these are just little things. Not me determining to do them--just things that might help.

1) Dance more often.

I'm no dancer--not by a long shot--but I like doing it. It makes me feel good and is a little bit of exercise, too. So, I am resolved to dancing more often. I just need to dance, you know? It seems silly, but I'm determined to do a few things this year to make myself happier and, well, that is one of them.

2) Ignore Hitler.

If you don't know or remember, Hitler is what I call the one boss at work that I absolutely despise. I am always guaranteed to have a shitty day when I realize he's on the same shift. Well, I'm gonna try and just...pretend he's not even there and ignore his stupid voice and his stupid suggestions. Move past it, you know? Muttering darkly every time I hear his voice over walkie isn't doing me any favors.

3) Not get distracted by Matt.

Yes, I made that "suggestion" to myself, because yeah, it is to the point that when I see him wandering around, my mind wanders with him. (None of your business where. Pervert.) And it is struck through because I failed at 8:15 a.m. on January 1st when he came to our morning meeting, proceeded to lean against one of the support beams, and posed like a goddamn GQ model. I mean, we're talking he did this.

Fuck. I hate you, you hot son of a bitch.

4) Go for walks at Percy Warner.

Obviously, I can't get started on this one yet, as the weather doesn't currently allow it. However, Percy Warner is a really nice park a few miles out, and I've walked on it twice now and I really liked it. So, when things warm up, I do want to do that. If anything, it will get me out of the house more often. That's the main thing I want. I can't just go to work and then hide in my hole.

5) Try to find more good things about myself.

I have made no secret of it, and nearly everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I hate myself and think I can't do anything well. No amount of pep-talking will help that, by the way, so don't bother. However, I recently did find something that I think I can do well, and so I...want to try and find things I like about myself. Just little things. First one of the year? I don't claim to be anything special, but the fact that I routinely get people telling me how much I've changed their lives and improved their writing through my reviews must mean I'm doing something right there. So...yeah. There's that. I'm decent at analysis and presenting it in a way that others can accept and learn from it. Go me.

And that's it. Start small, you know? I know better than to make some GRAND AND GLORIOUS LIFE PLAN because that's a huge change and you have to have the right mindset for it and I don't.

I don't want 2015 to be like last year. So...here are some things to try and make it different.
RD - White Christmas

Merry Christmas.

To all. I haven't felt the holiday spirit at all this year, on account of a lot of crap going on...makes two in a row where I've been Debbie Downer. But oh well. It doesn't matter. Maybe I'll lay it all out in my end-of-year post.

For now, I shall not. Have a wonderful holiday, everyone.
RD - Hoochie-Mamma!

I wasn't tagged. I stole it.

I feel like a meme. You know. 'Cause.

Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked with gifs, and write 11 new ones or don’t, whatever~
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.


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I choose not to tag. Because of the last two GIFs. :P