missellipsis

If you care to follow, do. If not, no hard feelings.

But I want to tattoo '...' (minus the '-s) on my back. I like the idea of it, of thoughs, experiances, momemnts, just trailing off, not ending.

But it'll just look like three freckles!

*taps mic* Buler? Buler? Anyone there?

•pouts•

I WANT THIS! NOW!

In other words. Work SUCKED. I almost got shit canned, for yelling back at someone. I never do it. It 'went in my file'

I almost cried all day.

I found this on my hard drive. It was going to be a longer story, but I think it makes an all right short story as well. Maybe. Heh. Thoughts?

( They drove for six hours before pulling over. )

F-Locked Baby!Erin pics to follow. She's home and sooo cuuute.

Perfectly healthy now.

Fandom: 28 Days Later
For: 15minuteficlets
Prompt: Moon.

( Jim never really looked at the moon. )

I have not written a fic since 03/17/06

Sometimes I suck.

But the icon is funny...to me...

So. My sister had her baby on Wednesday (02/20). Erin Mary •••••. This should be a very happy post, but as of right now the baby is still in the N.I.C.U. AKA the place you don't want your baby to be in.

The little girl is going to be all right, hopefully. Right now, she had fluid in her lungs because my sister didn't push enough times -- apparently as you push, you squeeze the mucus out of the baby's lungs...

Yeah, so she's on like, a sleep apnea machine (or that's how it's been explained to me), that helps make sure she's breathing. I can't go in the N.I.C.U. so when I went up to see my sis, after work, everyone was so happy saying little Erin looks 100% better, her eyes were open and she was alert and trying to get everything off of her -- she wasn't just laying there anymore. He color is getting less red they say.

More news as it develops...My sister stayed tonight at the hospital, but doesn't think she'll trick them into a 3rd night (her dr told her she would have a fever tonight -- I like her dr :wink: ) The sad part is, she'll probably leave tomorrow without her baby. I can't think of anything worse than leaving the hospital without your baby, and I don't even want babies! (Yet. All this both has my ovaries tying themselves in knots and poking me saying I want one at the same time.)

Anyway, I'm heading to bed. Stressful times + period + loud ass mother= BIG ASS HEADACHE. I can't even hold my head up.

Hopefully I'll have good news at the next up date. I'm sure she'll be okay. It's just a matter of when...

At least, that's what i keep telling myself. Really, I'm just as terrified as everyone else in my family.

Me: bad weather + stabbing face pains=no good drivey
Them: I just got this image of a face stabbing you.
Them: like the knife is attached to the cheek or something
Me: that's actually a pretty accurate description of the pain
Them: neato. fucking terrifying, but neat!

Dude. I had my wisdom teeth out Friday. Now, I'm pretty sure I have dry socket. I have to go in tomorrow to see what's going on. I've had three vicodens since 4pm. I'm still in pain.

In other news, the weather is beyond frightful. I skated to work, on GIR, my car. It wasn't so bad in the snow.

I started a new, new domain. 'Cause? I couldn't afford the quarterly bills at the other place, and I didn't like the name anymore. I do that.

Avenue313.ORG

I'm going to bed now that I can almost breathe around the pain in my face.

Life? It's not working. I feel like it's on hold while I finish school. It's taking forever though...

I've made a decision. A SCARY decision.

I'm moving out. I'm moving up to Albany, where I can be close enough to my family that I can come home for a weekend, but not so close that anyone will be coming by without warning.

SUNY Albany does a library program there, that's actually cheaper than the one I'm going to. I already spoke with the dean and she said they can take 12 credits, which is what I had at the end of last semester.

I'm taking the semester off, which is no big deal since I only took classes to get DONE not classes I wanted. I couldn't afford it anyway.

I've started to apply for jobs. I want to move to the Latham/Clifton Park area. I've been to Clifton Park and loved it, but Latham is just as nice and a little cheaper.

600 for a 1 bed room is damn cheep compaired to the average here: 900 for a crapy basement apartment...

I figure a 30k job and I'm golden but I can make do w/ 26-28k.

I'm excited and terrified. I even made a target wish list of everything i could want/need HERE. I know a kitchen table would be good, but I think I could find a cheaper one at a thrift store --same goes for the dresser...

So. I'm trying to be back. Call it a late new years resolution.

What has been going on in the life of Diyin? •deep breath•

Well on the job front: I was hired at B&B. I sucked, they put me into reception instead. About a month ago, I did the big girl thing and asked for a promotion back up and got it. Now I'm doing what I was supposed to do –assisting first time callers. It's depressing as shit. Today I talked to a 23 year old guy who was trying for 2 years to have a baby on the day he found out his fiancé was preggers, he got told he has cancer. It's a trill a minute.

Personal: I had a boyfriend for a bit. From about Halloween until right before Christmas, but it didn't work. HE was up my ass all the time and I just wasn't into him…

Car: So, after the accident, my car was totaled. I got a new car. A Scion Xb
( •SEE• )

Family: My sister is preggers, with her fourth child. They say it's a girl, but…with her, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a boy. She's been having some trouble with early contractions, so she's on full bed rest.

Other than that, nothing much is going on.

Well. I'm back. More on that in a bit. First, your get out of jail free card:
If you don't want to be my friend anymore, now is the time to say so.
Thanks

So, yesterday, I was heading to work late, at 550 in te morning or so. This car comes out of the middle lane, into mine, and hits the front end of my car. All of a sudden I was spinning, and wound up on the embankment on the side of the highway. Thankfully it was the grass not a guard rail or a concrete wall. Of the places to have an accident and wind up, this was a good one.

Right, so the car stopped, and I had a moment of 'that's it?' like, I was all right, I'm okay. This wasn't so bad.

As I'm getting out and trying to get a hold of my mom or dad, the car that hit mine was hit again…I thought the guy was dead. When I finally got over there…What a mess.

I started getting pain in my side, so they tied me up and but a neck brace on…Long story. Anyway, everyone was really nice, I spent from about 7 till 1 in the hospital, drinking the horrible catscan shit…To be told I'm fine…

Anyway, I just slept all day yesterday. Thanks to the muscle relaxers and pills…

I'm all right today. I pulled my stomach muscles…not my neck. Figure that out. Get to talk to the insurance people tomorrow, figure out what the fuck is going on with my car, what the next step is, etc. I filed the claim, but now I have to wait to talk to an adjuster.

Hopefully it will be easy, for once in my life.

The only good thing is that I only paid 250 for that car…

Life is turning around.

I got a new job. At binder and binder, answering incoming calls. 26k a year, which, while living at home, will allow me to pay for school AND straighten out my credit. They're even going around my school scheduale as much as possible!

It's right where my mom works too, so we can carpool. Which means I don't have to deal with traffic getting there. I 20 minute ride (at most) takes her a full hour in rush hour.

I get to give my two weeks tomorow. *bounce*

I think I really am asexual.

I read about it here at wikipedia and I do thin I fall into the categorey of those that may have a sex drive and attraction, but when it comes down to it, they don't WANT to have sex.

I've been thinking back. Maybe this is just a side affect of the prozac, but then I realized that even in highschool, sex was always boring. My mind would wander. I have never enjoyed making out with someone.

I want to get off as much as the next girl, but...it's boring.

Either I'm meeting the wrong people, the wrong gender, or I really am Asexual.

I crave companionship. Not sex.

I'm too old for this kind of confusion.

Last night, I offically became a Long Islander.

I went in Jones Beach, wearing just underwear.

Sober.

Is it bad that I'm proud of myself?

On a sadly related not, I'm starting to think I'm Asexual. I made out with a boy (refused to do anything else for various reasons #1 being no condom #2 being the wrong time of the month), but I was so god damned bored.

Sex just doesn't do it for me. i'm hoping that one day I'll meet that one person that does, but I'm not holding my breath.

Since I suck at doing 100 or 50 of anything, i joined varietypack100

varietypack100
001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer's Choice.	097.	Writer's Choice.	098.	Writer's Choice.	099.	Writer's Choice.	100.	Writer's Choice.

So. Starfucks, not cutting it.

I just signed up for a bartending class. I'm getting mixed reviews on should I or shouldn't I, from people that have bartended. More yay's than neighs and the neighs pisssed me off, so now I'm gonna do it for sure.

I'm broke, school payments are not going to come easy. So i'm doing it. wtf, live once, right?

...

at least i'll be doing something productive with my saturday nights, right?

Yo. I live. Sorta.

I finsihed my first semester of grad school. Waiting on the grades to be mailed since I can't fucking login and it makes me wanna cry. Oh well I know I did well. Just wanna find out how well, ya know?

Also, still at starfucks. Still flat broke.

I'm thinking of starting a mini design company (since I know I wouldn't get much business I call it mini) but it could be fun.

That's all, really. I live. I work, I sleep, I eat.

I want a summer romance. Doubt I'll get it, but I want it...

The best news so far, though? Boondock Saints Unrated DVD. So buying it...one day...soon...

Title: First Times
Fandom: 28 Days Later
Characters: Jim and West
Prompt: .004 First
Word Count: 356
Rating: R, for implied only semi-consensual sex.
Summary: First times are never mind blowing, Jim.
Author's Notes: The plot is the same from the movie, up until when Jim and Farrell are placed in the room together. From there, it's totally AU. I plan on making all 100 of these 100 parts of one series. This is part II.

My table can be found here.
Previous parts: I.

( West had to put the gun down to fuck him. )

I'm turning into my mother. I realized it today. In the dentist office (more on that mess when I can think about it without crying).

This teenager had a razor phone. And all I could think was 'i bet daddy bought that, bitch.'

I hate people that have more than me. Which is just about everyone. I don't want to hate. It's such a wasted emotion. But all I do, lately, is hate people. I even hate my brother for what he has, and it's no more than I have, just he has friends and a girlfriend to make it better.

This is not what I imagined my life to be. It's not a surprise though, that i'm 23, alone, broke, and miserable.