Behold what happens when you give a bored person internet access...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
So, I keep posting after midnight. Last night, I changed the date and time, but tonight I am just too lazy.
I am romantically frustrated just now. Apparently, Hugh Grant has a greater impact on me than I thought. I got to thinking about how beautiful and charming Hugh seemed and from there I began to think of all the beautiful and charming men NOT in my life, making me acutely aware of my chronic singleness.
Sometimes, guys totally suck.
It's probably something to do with me, suppose. Something I'm not doing or something I am doing, I'm not sure, but 'twould seem I do poorly at attracting the opposite sex. Granted, there aren't many of the opposite sex around TO attract, so that makes me feel a bit better about my poor, lonely, and chronically single state.
Part of me realizes, of course, that being with someone doesn't mean I'll be fulfilled. It could very well be that the guy will annoy the heck out of me. Another part of me, though, just wants to be cherished. To feel special. To be treated like a lady, like a woman...
Alas, there is no one, thus back to the faux man-hating.
Sometimes, guys totally suck.
I am romantically frustrated just now. Apparently, Hugh Grant has a greater impact on me than I thought. I got to thinking about how beautiful and charming Hugh seemed and from there I began to think of all the beautiful and charming men NOT in my life, making me acutely aware of my chronic singleness.
Sometimes, guys totally suck.
It's probably something to do with me, suppose. Something I'm not doing or something I am doing, I'm not sure, but 'twould seem I do poorly at attracting the opposite sex. Granted, there aren't many of the opposite sex around TO attract, so that makes me feel a bit better about my poor, lonely, and chronically single state.
Part of me realizes, of course, that being with someone doesn't mean I'll be fulfilled. It could very well be that the guy will annoy the heck out of me. Another part of me, though, just wants to be cherished. To feel special. To be treated like a lady, like a woman...
Alas, there is no one, thus back to the faux man-hating.
Sometimes, guys totally suck.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but my favorite author is Jim Butcher. (Ask who and I'll smack ya.)
Come on, people! THE Jim Butcher! Author of the Dresden Files series? Or maybe you're more into high fantasy, in which case the Codex Alera?
...
Man, I am sorely disappointed in you guys.
Jim Butcher is, in my humble opinion, one of the most brilliant and witty writers today. His characters are distinct, yet realistic, and his writing carries a charm all its own. April 15, I was able to attend a book-signing of his. I was thrilled. I got his autograph. (I even bought his newest book in hardcover so that it will last forever and forever... or, um, at least the rest of my life, providing said book is properly cared for.) He was just as charming and funny in person as he is through his writing.
Oh, that I may be able to write as well as he does someday!! I even told him that I hoped I would write as well as him. His response? "You should set your sights higher." ^^
Wonderful guy, awesome author - but don't just take my word for it. Check out his website: www.jim-butcher.com
Come on, people! THE Jim Butcher! Author of the Dresden Files series? Or maybe you're more into high fantasy, in which case the Codex Alera?
...
Man, I am sorely disappointed in you guys.
Jim Butcher is, in my humble opinion, one of the most brilliant and witty writers today. His characters are distinct, yet realistic, and his writing carries a charm all its own. April 15, I was able to attend a book-signing of his. I was thrilled. I got his autograph. (I even bought his newest book in hardcover so that it will last forever and forever... or, um, at least the rest of my life, providing said book is properly cared for.) He was just as charming and funny in person as he is through his writing.
Oh, that I may be able to write as well as he does someday!! I even told him that I hoped I would write as well as him. His response? "You should set your sights higher." ^^
Wonderful guy, awesome author - but don't just take my word for it. Check out his website: www.jim-butcher.com
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Post-Grad Update
Considering the number of times I have tried to keep this thing up, one would think I'd have given up by now. But no. Here I am, once again, giving it yet another go. Likely, this will be the only post for another several months, but I suppose that's okay. It's my blog, after all. I'm writing for me.
Life post-graduation, thus far, isn't much different than it was before graduation. This, no doubt, is largely due to the fact that I have one more class that I'm taking before they will give me my diploma. At least it's the entire (radiologic technology) class. If it wasn't, I'd surely be finished already.
I've a number of things I have to accomplish. Firstly, I really need to finish getting my room in order. My roommate moved across the hall to that newly vacated space. She wanted to sleep, of all things - can you imagine? That means, however, that I don't have to feel guilty about staying up to all crazy hours of the night because I won't be keeping anyone but myself awake. I'm very near to having everything settled into their new, spread out locations, but not quite. My 'everything' drawer - in which I stuffed anything that was scarcely important enough to glance at and that important enough not to toss - was overflowing, and thus I decided that it would be organized and placed in my little black file box. Unfortunately, that entails removing everything from said drawer and separating it into appropriate folders. *sigh* I just can't win. Just can't.
Guilt-issues over the penpal are making the occasional appearance as of late. I'm a mother friggin' hen, y'see. When it comes to my friends, I'd do just about everything in my power to help them obtain contentment. Even if it means speaking harshly sometimes, or bending over backwards, if that'd do any good. I just can't do that very well from a distance - especially since I'm a bit forgetful, and a regular subscriber to "Out of Sight, Out of Mind." I tried to explain that to him, but haven't gotten a response to the email. Kid needs to find himself, then find friends. Much as I wish I could, I can't be there for him from a distance simply because I'm me. Not like he needs or deserves. Worrying about it will only leave me emotionally drained, though, so I won't do so. I do hope he's able to find his happiness, though. Honest, I do. He's my friend, after all.
Ebbs seems to be doing well these days. Knowing that she is finally facing some of her inner demons makes me so proud of her. Once she's able to put all of it behind her, she'll be so much happier and free - she'll be stronger, too. I wish that I could keep her by my side and protect her, I wish I could rip apart all who would dare hurt her, but more than that... My wish for her is to be able to stand on her own two feet, to protect herself, and to be able to forgive - for her own sake. I wish to rescue her from the shadows that would pull her down in darkness, but all I can do is support her as she struggles to find her own light.
I miss her.
All else aside, I'm still single, still writing, and STILL procrastinating. That's it for this post - drop in again... I'm sure there'll be another one eventually.
Life post-graduation, thus far, isn't much different than it was before graduation. This, no doubt, is largely due to the fact that I have one more class that I'm taking before they will give me my diploma. At least it's the entire (radiologic technology) class. If it wasn't, I'd surely be finished already.
I've a number of things I have to accomplish. Firstly, I really need to finish getting my room in order. My roommate moved across the hall to that newly vacated space. She wanted to sleep, of all things - can you imagine? That means, however, that I don't have to feel guilty about staying up to all crazy hours of the night because I won't be keeping anyone but myself awake. I'm very near to having everything settled into their new, spread out locations, but not quite. My 'everything' drawer - in which I stuffed anything that was scarcely important enough to glance at and that important enough not to toss - was overflowing, and thus I decided that it would be organized and placed in my little black file box. Unfortunately, that entails removing everything from said drawer and separating it into appropriate folders. *sigh* I just can't win. Just can't.
Guilt-issues over the penpal are making the occasional appearance as of late. I'm a mother friggin' hen, y'see. When it comes to my friends, I'd do just about everything in my power to help them obtain contentment. Even if it means speaking harshly sometimes, or bending over backwards, if that'd do any good. I just can't do that very well from a distance - especially since I'm a bit forgetful, and a regular subscriber to "Out of Sight, Out of Mind." I tried to explain that to him, but haven't gotten a response to the email. Kid needs to find himself, then find friends. Much as I wish I could, I can't be there for him from a distance simply because I'm me. Not like he needs or deserves. Worrying about it will only leave me emotionally drained, though, so I won't do so. I do hope he's able to find his happiness, though. Honest, I do. He's my friend, after all.
Ebbs seems to be doing well these days. Knowing that she is finally facing some of her inner demons makes me so proud of her. Once she's able to put all of it behind her, she'll be so much happier and free - she'll be stronger, too. I wish that I could keep her by my side and protect her, I wish I could rip apart all who would dare hurt her, but more than that... My wish for her is to be able to stand on her own two feet, to protect herself, and to be able to forgive - for her own sake. I wish to rescue her from the shadows that would pull her down in darkness, but all I can do is support her as she struggles to find her own light.
I miss her.
All else aside, I'm still single, still writing, and STILL procrastinating. That's it for this post - drop in again... I'm sure there'll be another one eventually.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Death By Portable
Portable
weight: ~ 1000 lbs, give or take
-VS-
Mel
weight: ...considerably less
-VS-
Mel
weight: ...considerably less
Girl meets Portable
Death by PortableSunday, April 5, 2009
I BE... Ron?!
I took a Harry Potter character quiz with the following results. I was... surprised. Me, Ron? Didn't see that coming. >.- I'm rather bossy, actually, so I would have thought Hermione, maybe, but never Ron. Hmm... Strange. Very strange.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Guys
I can't seem to make heads or tails of them. Or rather, one in particular, at the moment. Let's call him 'WN' for his school and occupation. WN works as a nursing assistant on the fifth floor of the hospital at which I am still enslaved serving patient food trays. He is also studying nursing at one of the local universities.
At first, he was just another face in the blur of time which passes between arriving at work and leaving work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I can only say for certain that I had noted his presence on the floor two, maybe three times in the past.
Then, three weeks ago, he initiated a conversation with me. It was brief and of little import, but for the first time, I actually LOOKed at him, I saw him. He's attractive, with gentle brown eyes and dark hair, and enough facial hair to give him a slightly, I guess you can say, rugged look. His voice is warm and when he smiles... My GOD, he has the most beautiful smile I've seen on a guy. And then I was always looking for him every Tues and Thurs, and thrilled when I talked to him again on the Thurs following our first contact.
Thoughts of telling him I'd like to get to know him better flooded my mind. He was gone last week, must to my disappointment, but finally, on Tues, he returned. And on Tues I told him those words I had rehearsed so many times.
I almost chickened out, and then I almost couldn't utter the words--my vocal cords almost failed me for the first time in... forever. "WN, if I may be so bold, I'd really like the opportunity to get to know you better. ... Even when I work on this floor, there's no saying that you'll work, too. It seems a rather slow way to make friends."
He didn't reject me. In fact, he even asked if I had Facebook. And so I gave him the following information: my name (for Facebook), cell #, and e-mail. He said he'd "add you tonight" on facebook and call me sometime. That was Tues.
Today is Thurs.
He still hasn't added me on Facebook.
I was peeved. So I determined not to speak to him first. If he wanted to talk to me, he'd have to speak first. I even went so far as to not even look at him even though he was clearly in my peripheral vision.
He did.
He even walked with me to the diet office, chatting along the way. He was wearing red tonight. I distinctly recall his hand on my arm or shoulder a few times throughout the night during our brief interactions and even when I had to move around him in a room to position a patient's tray.
Aiyo! I'm so confused--is he interested in me or not?!?? And if he's just being friendly, why must he...
I feel so stupid and childish. I don't want to have a crush on him. I don't believe for a minute that anything of worth could ever happen between us, but still there's a part of me that hopes. And that part of me is asking for a friggin' beating.
I'm not this pathetic, love-struck girl.
I'm single and independent. Furthermore, I like being single and independent. If only I had just my mind to contend with--it's logical--but my heart? it will see no reason.
At first, he was just another face in the blur of time which passes between arriving at work and leaving work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I can only say for certain that I had noted his presence on the floor two, maybe three times in the past.
Then, three weeks ago, he initiated a conversation with me. It was brief and of little import, but for the first time, I actually LOOKed at him, I saw him. He's attractive, with gentle brown eyes and dark hair, and enough facial hair to give him a slightly, I guess you can say, rugged look. His voice is warm and when he smiles... My GOD, he has the most beautiful smile I've seen on a guy. And then I was always looking for him every Tues and Thurs, and thrilled when I talked to him again on the Thurs following our first contact.
Thoughts of telling him I'd like to get to know him better flooded my mind. He was gone last week, must to my disappointment, but finally, on Tues, he returned. And on Tues I told him those words I had rehearsed so many times.
I almost chickened out, and then I almost couldn't utter the words--my vocal cords almost failed me for the first time in... forever. "WN, if I may be so bold, I'd really like the opportunity to get to know you better. ... Even when I work on this floor, there's no saying that you'll work, too. It seems a rather slow way to make friends."
He didn't reject me. In fact, he even asked if I had Facebook. And so I gave him the following information: my name (for Facebook), cell #, and e-mail. He said he'd "add you tonight" on facebook and call me sometime. That was Tues.
Today is Thurs.
He still hasn't added me on Facebook.
I was peeved. So I determined not to speak to him first. If he wanted to talk to me, he'd have to speak first. I even went so far as to not even look at him even though he was clearly in my peripheral vision.
He did.
He even walked with me to the diet office, chatting along the way. He was wearing red tonight. I distinctly recall his hand on my arm or shoulder a few times throughout the night during our brief interactions and even when I had to move around him in a room to position a patient's tray.
Aiyo! I'm so confused--is he interested in me or not?!?? And if he's just being friendly, why must he...
I feel so stupid and childish. I don't want to have a crush on him. I don't believe for a minute that anything of worth could ever happen between us, but still there's a part of me that hopes. And that part of me is asking for a friggin' beating.
I'm not this pathetic, love-struck girl.
I'm single and independent. Furthermore, I like being single and independent. If only I had just my mind to contend with--it's logical--but my heart? it will see no reason.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Big 22!
That's right. As of today, February 28, 2009, I, Mel, am 22 years of age.
Wow. I actually survived this long without any major mishaps. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. *scratches head* I guess it all depends how one considers fullness of life. In any case, I'm pretty happy with things just the way they are for the moment. Perhaps 22 will bring me a beautiful romance or any number of things.
I guess we'll have to see.
Wow. I actually survived this long without any major mishaps. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. *scratches head* I guess it all depends how one considers fullness of life. In any case, I'm pretty happy with things just the way they are for the moment. Perhaps 22 will bring me a beautiful romance or any number of things.
I guess we'll have to see.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Big Sucker...
Sad, though it may seem, that (*points to title*) just so happens to be the foremost thought on my mind:
"Biiiiiiig suckeeeeeeeeer. ^^ MMmmmmmmm.... Biiiiig suuuuuuuuuucker..."
It's not entirely my fault, though. Someone left two nearly-palm-sized heart suckers in the lobby and wrote 'free' on them. Naturally, I'm gonna claim one. Especially since suckers are, in fact, a greater weakness of mine than chocolate, even. Honest. Gimme a bowl full of candy to choose from and tell me I can only pick one and 9 times out of 10, I will pick a sucker. Mel likes suckers.
Well, Mel likes candy suckers, anyhow. Dunno about the human brand. Maybe if it (he) were a rich sucker...
Anyhow, must go.
Mmmmmmm.... Big sucker........
Friday, February 13, 2009
The Prodigal Returns!
... for a time.
I can't believe that it has been since before Christmas that I last updated this. Insanity. Granted, considering I have once more been sidetracked by Asian dramas (Mmm... hott Asian guys... ^^) and have therefore been neglecting everything, not the least of which being my WIP fics, it isn't much of a surprise.
In recent news, Collene the Compaq's harddrive finally kicked it on Tuesday, meaning that I no longer have a computer for now. The oh, so prideful Mel managed to swallow said pride, with limited choking, and sought out parental assistance in acquiring a new computer. The parents acquiesced and as soon as the Mel receives the agreed upon financial aid, she will purchase the new laptop and then proceed to pay back the parents in full.
Basically, it will be the same thing I planned to do, except that, instead of saving up the money from my upcoming paychecks to purchase the new computer, I will be paying my folks back in installments from the same. I am both excited and sad. Excited because, well, heck--it's a new computer, who wouldn't be excited? And I will have paid for it all myself by the time I pay my mom and dad back. And sad? Well, what do you expect, hmm? My computer DIED. That thing had sentimental value. One of my classmates is gonna buy it from me and fix it up for his son.
I'm gonna miss Collene.
Anyhow, I must go for now. Maybe I'll check in again before too much later...
I can't believe that it has been since before Christmas that I last updated this. Insanity. Granted, considering I have once more been sidetracked by Asian dramas (Mmm... hott Asian guys... ^^) and have therefore been neglecting everything, not the least of which being my WIP fics, it isn't much of a surprise.
In recent news, Collene the Compaq's harddrive finally kicked it on Tuesday, meaning that I no longer have a computer for now. The oh, so prideful Mel managed to swallow said pride, with limited choking, and sought out parental assistance in acquiring a new computer. The parents acquiesced and as soon as the Mel receives the agreed upon financial aid, she will purchase the new laptop and then proceed to pay back the parents in full.
Basically, it will be the same thing I planned to do, except that, instead of saving up the money from my upcoming paychecks to purchase the new computer, I will be paying my folks back in installments from the same. I am both excited and sad. Excited because, well, heck--it's a new computer, who wouldn't be excited? And I will have paid for it all myself by the time I pay my mom and dad back. And sad? Well, what do you expect, hmm? My computer DIED. That thing had sentimental value. One of my classmates is gonna buy it from me and fix it up for his son.
I'm gonna miss Collene.
Anyhow, I must go for now. Maybe I'll check in again before too much later...
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