Heaven in Hard Times

I've been AWOL for a while 'cause nothing of interest is happening in my life. There still isn't anything of interest happening, but occasionally I get guilty about not updating, as if anyone is on the edge of their seat waiting for me to post.

I had two separate Gabe Saporta-related dreams last night. IDEK. In one we were dating. Well. We were friends for a while, and then we were dating, and for some reason we were on a five-story tour bus. The other had something to do with the Cobra/3oh!3 tour coming to Burlington, and that was for some reason connected to someone posting Gabe/Kevin fic.

Also somewhere in there was something about vampire Nick J. So. What's up, subconscious.

I have completely 100% lost any ability to write. It's awesome.

What's new, flist?

lol i have discovered brendon urie's ~style icon~



The only fic I want to write lately is stuff no one will read. NO ONE WANTS A KEVIN/JON WALKER COLLEGE AU, OKAY.

It is three degrees outside, and the heat isn't functioning upstairs. I am going to freeze to death! Even the combined powers of Camp Rock blanket + JONAS blanket aren't doing much. That is SIX JONASES and I am still turning into an icicle.

Remember that time Brendon Urie and Kevin Jonas hooked up to do an alt-folk-country album? That was pretty sweet.

I have kind of failed at LJ lately. Mostly because I am very very boring.

Work is...work, idk. I still like it, but there are some people (Crazy Conspiracy Lady, Dickbag Who Has The Impulse Control Of A Five-Year-Old, The One Who Doesn't Understand Boundaries) I really wish would go. Unfortunately, two of them are really good workers - or at least they get a lot done, I hesitate to actually call CCL a good worker, because to me that includes some willingness to adapt to the team - but Impulse Control's tendency to cross the line until someone gets hurt (he has sprayed me in the face with isopropyl alcohol before. He is SO LUCKY it was me he hit [he wasn't aiming] because I had glasses on so none got in my eyes. Plus I was in a good mood that day). IDK. Mostly it's good. Today I got to organize on a large scale, boss around the forklift driver, and carry around my Troy Bolton pen and Jonas Brother notebook (my other option was a sharpie and discarded cardboard, okay) in an official capacity. So that was neat.

I am spending most of my time writing Jonas Brothers hooker!fic, working title Kevin Jonas: The Sad Little Hooker Who Could. Because it's not like I have three different challenge fics on a deadline, or anything. It's not my fault no one has picspammed me inspiration for any of them.

Wow this is exactly as boring as I expected.

Teaching Sunday School this year is gonna be pretty badass, I know most of these kids pretty well and they're all reasonably awesome. I may or may not have fulfilled my mom's prophesy and taught them about the JoBros today (IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, they kept ASKING QUESTIONS and all of a sudden I realized what I was doing haha OOPS).

Working at the plant wasn't as bad Friday as Thursday, so maybe this week won't be miserable. We were told they might want us there longer than a week, which is bad because I hate the plant, but good because it means the job they hired us for at the warehouse will take longer. Also it's a good sign they think so highly of our crew they wanted us to do this job rather than hiring more temps. So IDK.

Life is pretty okay right now, one or two things aside.

I'm way past due for a haircut. I AM KIND OF TEMPTED to get it cut like Nick J's is right now, because I am in the mood for short and...boy-y...but idk if I can actually walk in and hand over a picture of Nick Jonas and be all LOL DO THIS TO MY HEAD PLZ. Partly because I also wanna get it colored back closer to my normal color, which is a lot darker than I have it now, and I feel like I would look KIND OF INSANE being all "cut my hair like Nick Jonas', and also could you dye it so it's kind of the same color as his? THANKS"

IDK. I am a crazypants.

I am so glad to be done at Hell job OMG YES. Today was not as long and draggy as I expected. ALSO I had a couple loads of TINY LITTLE SUITS for TINY LITTLE BOYS and my ovaries exploded. JACKETS WITH ELBOW PATCHES, mini-sized! CANNOT HANDLE IT.

I HAVE THE BEST MOM EVER she got back from refilling my heartburn medicine (which is awesome, because my heartburn has gotten so bad I CANNOT EAT without that shit) and anxiety drugs and she got me a PRESENT. It is a High School Musical 2 DVD Game. I AM SO HAPPY I keep wanting to, like, play it by myself BECAUSE I AM COOL. HSM 2! WEE DORKY ZEFRON. UGH I CAN'T EVEN.

I would like to take this opportunity to pimp hectorfic, because sometimes I forget not everyone has been on my flist forever and doesn't know that's where my fic goes? IDK. Go read my fic SO MY EGO DOESN'T BREAK, it's very large but very fragile. I compared it to Jon Bon Jovi's a while ago. I have been told that is incorrect, but I AM NOT SO SURE.

I would also like to remind all you RockFic bitches that I made you like Bon Jovi so you might as well suck it up and start reading Jonas Brothers so I can make you love them, too. KEVIN IS LIKE DAVID, it'll only hurt a little.

I hate that thing my brain does where I'll write something I know isn't going to be very popular, and then when I'm right and it's not popular I get all weirdly discouraged. The ENTIRE POINT of having low expectations is to avoid disappointment! LOL SELF.

Also if that is a problem. Why am I writing Kevin Jonas/Ianto Jones.

SOMEONE. Send help. The crossover bunnies HAVE GONE MAD and I appear to once again have forgotten that "a couple drinks" means something different when there is Zoloft involved.

Today, I bought 2 extra gigs of RAM and High School Musical: Dance!.

Also a tacky-ass jacket and a poster of Kevin Jonas (DON'T JUDGE ME. It was on sale. DON'T JUDGE.)

I'm being responsible tonight and not trying out Sims 3 on the RAM-upped computer, because if I start playing I'll never stop and I'm tired. BUT JUST YOU WAIT, SIMMIES.

IIIIII am pretty dead on my feet at the moment. I'm not generally a shop-till-you-dropper, but I wanted to go to Old Navy's $1 Flip-Flop sale, plus I got a $75 birthday check yesterday and it's been ages since I've had any money to just spend on whatever. So last night I took my change purse to a Coinstar machine (I almost didn't, because I figured I'd ignore the pennies and just count out the silver change, put them in $1/each sandwich bags, and use paying in such an inconvenient way as an anxiety exercise. But there were a ton of pennies, so even with the Coinstar fee I ended up with an extra $2.50) so I had $6 just for flippy-floppies.

The plan had been to go right when ON opened so I'd be sure to get the colors I wanted (8/9 is a common-as-Hell size, those always run out first), but I overslept a little. I didn't think 1/2 an hour after opening would be too big a deal, but they'd already almost completely run out of one color I wanted (orange :( they only had one size 5 and one 11 left; I wish they'd completely run out so I could pretend they never stocked it) and I ended up getting three different sizes to get the colors I wanted (I almost got the orange 11s, but they were just a little too big - I'd be tripping over 'em all the time). And I still only left with 5 instead of 6 pairs.

Yesterday we (Mom + sister + me) went to Macy's to get sister some prom shoes, she found nothing she liked but I fell in love with some purple & orange paisley wedges (PAISLEY. WEDGES.). So I was gonna go back and get those, except I was having second thoughts 'cause they were $60 which is way more than I ever spend on shoes (I am poooor) and I was having trouble coming up with more than one or two outfits to wear them with (I wanted them to replace these, which I wear with almost everything). But I was gonna try them on and see how much I loved them. AND THEN I had to walk by Journeys on the way from ON to Macy's (also from the parking garage to ON, but I wasn't paying attention then) and ZOMG. IIIIII have been in love with those shoes forever and there they were on the clearance rack you guys. I OWN THEM NOW my life = complete. LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BOW. LOOK AT IT ARE YOU LOOKING. ~PRECIOUS BOW~.

Aaaand then I spent half an hour in Lane Bryant trying on everything pink in the store to match my new shoesies but nothing was quite right. It was actually fun, though, I liked the girls working there. I felt kind of bad, though - one of them saw my ON bag and asked if there were any good flip-flops left and I told her when I left there were plenty of most colors...and then I went back right after to pick some up for truemajority and there was nothing. Sorry, LB lady. Anyway I ended up with just a couple 2/$25 camis (black and white yay boring) whee.

And then Starbucks! Which is a necessary part of any downtown mall mission. Green tea frappuccino you are my girlfriiiiiiend.

I went home and then I got bored after, like, ten minutes so I went back out armed with my last $14 of check money and $1 of shoe money, first to the Greyhound Rescue garage sale (nothing fun :( usually they have some good board games) and then to TJ Maxx, and if I didn't find anything there I was gonna go get the High School Musical tote bag craft kit on clearance at Kinney's 'cause I'm cool like that.

BUT OMG. I have been searching for the perfect yellow scarf to complement my purple dress for ages, but either nothing's right or nothing's cheap enough (sorry world but my hard limit is $10 for a frigging fringed rectangle). AND I FINALLY FOUND THE PERFECT ONE it is long enough to tie around my waist if I so choose and it has awesome funky things happening at the ends and it is THE PERFECT YELLOW. MY LIFE. COMPLETE. Also I got an avocado slicer because I am horrifically domestic at heart.

And now I think it is naptime. Wheee nap.