the happy mania

Not included in pie chart: time spent crying because couldn't afford to attend the Kylie Minogue concert.

Also, I still feel wretched about not being able to go to friend's birthday party. Everyone got either Batman or Iron Man themed place settings, and there was cupcakes, and sweets, and the food was in the theme of your personal favourites at age 5, and then they watched Labyrinth! Best birthday party ever, and I couldn't go D:

Fuck you.

I missed the Digital LA panel due to three separate accidents on three freeways. What should have only taken 35 minutes meant I spent 2 hours in the car, split between freeway and surface. Holy shit, Angelenos. LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE.

$15 down the drain. Fuck.

A hot, busy day at work...

Supervisor: Sorry, I didn't see you were on the phone.

Me: It's okay, I'm done.

Supervisor: Your hair is dark, and the way you're holding the phone to your ear, I couldn't even tell if you're listening to me or were talking to someone on the phone. Hahah! I'm blaming your hair.

Me: ...

This may or may not be the reason why I dyed my hair this morning. Jerk. Anyway, I had today off (again) due to it being a slow week for business. I could bitch about the Friday furlough, but tbh I'm actually fine with it. My workload is so strenuous that I look forward to a three-day weekend, even if it means losing pay for a day. Of course this means I have to find even more ways to save money, and with this economy it doesn't have to be difficult.

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Highlight of today: coffee and donuts with scififanatic swapping personal stories, discussing Race Fail '09, giggling over Alan Moore, and Frank Miller's fail...

Lowlight of today: being caught using younger brother's razor on legs and having to bribe with secret stash of chocolate

Mondays are when hopeless singles advertise their lonely social status at the supermarket. Except, you know, I went for a laugh. Not because I needed to do some shopping lest I spend the rest of the week playing Russian roulette with the unlabeled stuff in the freezer, or because I have no one to buy me dinner or anything like that...

Anyways, in between selecting the munchies that'll keep my broke ass satiated during Wondercon, I found a box of Batman Battle Rolls. Or as they're normally known, tie-dye fruit roll-ups.

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D'oh! Thanks to fictionalknight for prodding me to post a rabbit update. But first, here's a picture:



Before Animal Control arrived to help me catch Perpetua, my mum's friend showed up. It turns out the friend has rabbits of her own, and agreed to keep Perpetua for a while. Phew. I was worried as heck, not to mention guilty for calling Animal Control in the first place. Today the friend brought the rabbit back to us so we could have a chat and let Perpetua roam free in the garden.

On my list: some alfafa hay and treats for the next time she visits.

Okay. So my mother wasn't making it up. And it does not look to have a vicious streak a mile wide.

What do I do now? It just showed up one day and doesn't belong to the neighbours. Call animal control? Get to a vet? Does it need a house? Food? It seems to be eating leaves around the garden.

HALP!

(Also, I have named the thing Perpetua. Shush.)

Men with uggs.

I'm just saying.

This post honoring EMTs, firefighters, police, and those who have died in 9/11 brought back my memories of that day seven years ago.

I remember the sky was dark grey that morning, which is pretty strange for Los Angeles. No one would tell me what had happen, other than give each other horribly agonised looks every now and then. By the time I stepped in the college's open lounge and saw the number of people sitting perfectly still and quiet in front of the television, I knew something big had gone down. We were all transfixed by the horror - some had tear-stained faces, one or two were shaking with anger, and a few were frantically calling their loved ones, unaware the phone lines were down. Someone brought up cookies and hot drinks from the cafeteria, pressing us into taking something, anything. I didn't touch a thing.

I left the lounge and headed into the computer room a few steps away, and without knowing how or why, ended up in a chat room discussing what we had just witnessed. Instead of the hateful screed against Muslim terrorists (before we even knew of Bin Laden), the entire chat room was full of people from around the world offering solidarity and messages of peace, telling us not to give up.

And now? We watched helplessly as the towers collapsed, lumps in our throats, and abruptly aware this would change our view of the world irrevocably. The innocence of the American people were lost that day, and seven years later I'd say we're still grieving without a clue of what to do next.

Do we continue down the path of war and destruction? Or do we face our weaknesses in pain self-reflection for real and ultimately healing, change?

I watched as a man in a floppy hat carefully maneouvred a Red Flyer wagon to stop in front of the office's entrance. The bell tinkled as he opened the door, and I realised the backpack slung in the front was actually a baby.

'Hi, are you looking to pick up something?' I said, more to the cute wee baby than to the man.