melayneseahawk: (absinthe and whiskey)
Apparently, I've been having this problem for years:

Anyway, so I'm doing laundry today, but I've discovered that I have no clean work jeans, only laundry-day panties left, and no bras. Six months ago I could have just worn one of those tank tops that has the shelf built in, but since I started the birth control, I...fall out of the ones that I currently own. I'm not even exaggerating at all; I put on one to wear to work a few days ago, decided it was a little too low in the front, and then fell out the bottom when I pulled it up.
~~~ 20 Aug 2009

Ha?
melayneseahawk: (vent)
And then I wound up in the ER again. God-fucking-damnit.

Had what was probably an allergic reaction to the new med the new doc put me on. And in the middle of the night, of course, so I wound up in the ER at one in the morning to have them look at my hands, which had suddenly swollen up and gone all red. It went down pretty quickly (with the help of some Benadryl), and I managed to talk them out of putting me on steroids, but still. Did not need this. At all.

And then, of course, when I finally woke up today, I found out that a project that I'd been working on to try to earn some extra cash had been turned down. And, because I'm so fucking broke, I can't afford to redo it.

This last 24 hours is so fired.

update

Wednesday, 6 April 2011 11:49
melayneseahawk: (cursor)
Not dead, just very busy. Here's a basic update of the last two weeks:

Have gone back to work, which is a good thing. It means money, and it means something to do, and it's a constant ego boost, because both my bosses (I have two, it's complicated) think I'm wonderful. It's nice to be appreciated. :D

Mood has generally been pretty good, though of course I've started experiencing one of the negative side effects of one of the meds. Actually, I've been experiencing it for a few months, but just realized it. Basically, I've gained about 20 pounds in three months. Now, I was too thin before that, so about 10-15 of those are welcome, but it means that most of my pants don't fit anymore and my tits are now enormous. Will be adding exercise to my schedule (finally; should have done that years ago), and changing my eating habits a bit, but I'm not sure if I want to go clothes shopping before I lose that five pounds. On the one hand, it sucks that only two pairs of jeans and my three work pants still fit. On the other, I don't want to spend $40+ per pair on jeans, only to have them potentially not fit if the weight comes off. If anyone has any thoughts on the matter, I'd love to hear them.

I've officially finished four of my six college applications (one rejected me before I could finish, the other I still have to do the interview). I'm all-but-formally-accepted to one of my top schools, which is really great, and I should be hearing back from the others soon. Then I have to visit the ones I haven't seen, and make a decision. Eep.

Have also decided to let my [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer fic wait until next year. Between my schedule and [livejournal.com profile] theemdash's, there was no way it was going to be done in time. Apparently, it takes me two years if I want to write something novel-length. *shrugs*

Had a fight with a new recipe yesterday and the day before, and while I've learned a lot, it's still not perfect. I mean, it tastes good, but it doesn't look right yet. But I have some ideas for how to deal with that, so it will take more experimentation when I have time (and more blue food coloring).

I feel like today is going to be a spammy day, so I'll likely see you all again soon. :P
melayneseahawk: (wench)
Did wind up wearing a corset last night, and it was one of the boned, Renfaire jobbies, since the rest are either not real corsets and still need a bra, or I can't get into them by myself. I was able to find a shirt long enough to cover it, though I'm sure my silhouette looked kind of odd.

I was told "pictures, or else it didn't happen", so here we are. Apologies for the shitty quality; it's hard to take pictures of one's self in the mirror. (I didn't bother to flip them so they're not mirrored, but whatever.)



Normally I don't keep my boobs at this angle:


I didn't take a picture of the actual cleavage because it's kind of scary now.

The shirt, btw, is in the baseball jersey style, with the word "Ancients" on it. (Half a geek point if you get it.) Between the four layers of fabric of the corset, the thick cotton of the t-shirt, and the weather (muggy, 90s, I love DC), I was broiling.

My life is an R-rated sitcom. Or the lead-in on a porno. I don't know which is worse.
melayneseahawk: (big girl corset)
I have reached them.

I've been busy and/or out of the house most of the last week and a half, either working or finishing up the Monologues stuff (I just have to hand it all off and I'm free!), and my darling family hasn't bothered to do any laundry when I haven't been here to do it for them. I swear, when I finally do move out again, they'll just stop eating.

Anyway, so I'm doing laundry today, but I've discovered that I have no clean work jeans, only laundry-day panties left, and no bras. Six months ago I could have just worn one of those tank tops that has the shelf built in, but since I started the birth control, I...fall out of the ones that I currently own. I'm not even exaggerating at all; I put on one to wear to work a few days ago, decided it was a little too low in the front, and then fell out the bottom when I pulled it up.

I think I'm going to have to wear something corset-ish to D&D tonight. I don't even know.

(I have one that's slim enough that I can wear it under a t-shirt, but that's still ridiculous.)
melayneseahawk: (mortal peril)
Aah, my manager just called to have me work...tonight.

And (I can't believe I'm saying this) I have nothing to wear.

So! I get to run over to the mall, pick up a pair of shoes at DSW, and then buy an outfit to work in. I was putting off any large purchase until the weekend; we have a meeting on Sunday for the fall styles, and we get an additional discount then, plus I have a 50% on my first purchase, thought I don't want to use it yet.

*flails*

What was I thinking, applying for a fashion-based job.

Huh.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009 09:41
melayneseahawk: (id)
Didn't expected to get so many replies to my makeup post, especially not such strong, differing opinions. I'm not sure what it says overall, or if it says anything beyond the fact that women people can't agree on anything. (If you haven't chimed in, you should; it's interesting.)

If I get up and actually do things, I should be able to accomplish both housework and cookies before the interview. I'm not really in the mood to bake, though. [livejournal.com profile] allandaros, do you think anyone will be too sad if I don't bring stuff tomorrow?
melayneseahawk: (makeup)
I feel violated. O.O

She thinks I should wear makeup to this interview; she says it will help me look 22 (my real age, rather than 16 (what I look like). Since I never wear makeup (and only know how to do stage makeup), I think this is foolish. Opinions?
melayneseahawk: (drawn that way)
I'm over at A's helping her clean her room. It's an adventure, I tell you. Partially because she has nowhere to put her clean clothing (not enough drawers), so we're doing laundry with no idea of where to put it.

My life is so exciting, I know.

Really, I'd like to be writing, but I'm on A's comp, which is a Mac (eew), and the formatting is all screwed up if I open the file I've been sending to [livejournal.com profile] indywind in GoogleDocs. And I got a volunteer to query vis a vis the [livejournal.com profile] jd_ficathon layout, but I don't have the link I need to send her. Gah, I don't know what I'm doing with myself. Not that I really ever do.

Oh! I bought this (in black) last week, only to arrive home and discover a coupon for $30 off a $90 purchase. It took some doing, but I got them to apply the discount retroactively. Yay!

I HAVE A JOB!!!

Monday, 8 June 2009 22:33
melayneseahawk: (i hate mondays)
Interview was today, and it was pretty much to straighten out details, rather than actually interview me. It's very exciting. Basically, I'm going to be code monkey-ing for a law firm and updating and futzing with their website. We're still working out the details, but I might actually be able to work from home, rather than commute the hour plus it would take me to get there. Should have more details soon.

Also, I renewed my learner's permit. Now I get to go driving every weekend so I can just finish the damned hours and be done with it.

And then I went shopping, wherein I picked up a few nice shirts and a blazer. I also failed to succeed at underwear shopping, but that's complicated.

Ridiculous, ridiculous Monday kind of day, though. Examples:

Got to the DMV early this morning, only to find out once they opened that the paperwork I needed was different from what was listed on the website. Went home, got other paperwork, came back.

Got my number and sat down, and then the computer system for the entire State went down. It was down for about three hours. Dad and I almost had to bail so I'd make it to my interview on time, but just as we decided to give it half an hour more, the system came back up and they called my number.

Told my interviewer to recognize me by the clothing I was wearing. Ten minutes after I sat down, a woman came in who was wear exactly the same color shirt. I kind of wanted to cry.

Apparently wireless bras are in right now, because I had a bitch of a time finding a wired, lined, non-pushup bra at Macy's. Finally did, and the cups were so bizarrely shaped I didn't understand who they were supposed to fit. Went to Victoria's Secret to try on something I'd seen in the catalogue...and was informed that they don't carry 32D bras in the store. Tried on the 32C, and it was good but I was still falling out of it. Went home and ordered some online, but it was still infinitely frustrating.

And then there was a 15 minute wait at the restaurant Dad and I were going to go to, but the place was empty.

I think I'm going to go collapse now.
melayneseahawk: (apple)
Out last night was ok-ish. Naturally, the creepy guy at the bar kept making eyes at me, so I ignored him. And I'm not sure if "dive bar" is quite the right term for the place we went (Wonderland, in NE), because it wasn't the kind of place where you don't want to drink from the glasses. :P

Dad gets back from Hawaii today, so depending on how jetlagged he is we might be going to the movies. Mom is bugging me about ironing, of all things, so I'm going to go be constructive for a bit to shut her up.

- some room cleaning
- dishes

- bag up pop beads
- sort thread for new cross-stitch
- write: drabble(s)
- write: scene from SOS
- write: "Breaking News" thinky thoughts

Oh! And when A and I were at the mall yesterday, we stopped by Nordstrom's so I could get new bra measurements (they cultivate a reputation for being good at that, and I've been pretty satisfied). Amusingly enough, I have gone from a 34B (I knew the band size was too big, but Mom taught me to size them incorrectly) to a 32D. *laughs* There are no words for how much that cracks me up. It's possible, of course, that some of that is premenstrual, but it still amuses me way too much.
melayneseahawk: (drawn that way)
Like I said, there's always more dishes and laundry to do.

- call shrink
- dishes
- laundry

- upstairs bathroom
- shred assorted papers
- finish list of items donated on Saturday
- write

cut for tmi and one of the Mysteries of Female Grooming )
melayneseahawk: (shop dyke)
I keep meaning to share my outrage about Sunday, so here it is:

Sunday was Ladies' Night...at one of the branches of a local chain of hardware stores.

I'm just going to give that a minute to sink in.

Ok. Mum dragged me along, which was why I was there. Basically, you showed up with the postcard they sent around and an obvious lack of a Y chromosome, and they gave you a goodie bag (more on that later) and let you in. The store, which was reasonably well-stocked (as long as you didn't need lumber and that kind of supply, but that might have been hidden), was full of women, which I suppose is good for the store. They had plates of cheap finger foods (fruit, veggies, cookies, little crackers with cheese on them) on every flat surface, and had representatives from some of the companies showing off their products. There was a woman showing off vacuum cleaners (with a mat that had four different kinds of carpet to test them out on, which was smart), a guy showing off coffee presses, etc. And there was a kind of hunky guy showing off Command hooks. Very nice product, I'll admit, but I'm reasonably certain the group of 40-60-year-old women surrounding him and twittering (not the web phenom) didn't really care.

Mum told me that we had a coupon along with the invite, and I needed a few things (an outlet plate and a door stopper for the apartment, plus a new set of tools which she did not let me buy), so I let her drag me along. I found out after we were already on line to pay that the coupon only worked if you had one of their discount card thingies. And Mum had known that when we were still at home, but didn't tell me so she could drag me along.

And the goodie bag? It was a reusable tote like the ones at the grocery store (useful), a set of cookie cutters (moderately useful, though most of my baking is freehand), and two assorted antique-style kitchen gadgets. Between us, we wound up with a fruit corer/slicer, a potato masher, a set of egg tongs, and a bizarre angled-handle spatula that I'm not entirely sure how you're supposed to use.

Oh, and let me just add that if you looked at anything too long, a male employee would rush over and help you...whether you liked it or not.

Now, I found all this incredibly patronizing. The clerks would not leave me alone, and I found it incredibly insulting that it was assumed that because I'm female I'll go running out because I was mailed something that said SALE, no matter where it was.

And seriously? I've cut steel. I've built platforms that have had sword fights on top of them. I ran wiring for a set of sconces mounted on 20-ft tall Styrofoam pillars. I was the primary repair person at my store for things like changing light bulbs, basic toilet repair, and the time the door hydraulic got torn halfway out of the frame and needed to be removed so the door could be closed. I carry a Swiss army knife or a multi-tool on me on a regular basis. I may be a little biased, but I still think it's insulting to assume that I'm clueless and then try to get my money at the same time.

Mum thought it was just a "clever marketing scheme", and laughed at me when I fumed about it. Opinions from the peanut gallery?

(I almost used my "venting in progress" icon, but I thought this one was even more appropriate.)

Bits and Baubles

Wednesday, 29 April 2009 12:49
melayneseahawk: (earth)
I'm tentatively calling the Yazmin a success, since the Red Army just invaded and I don't want to claw out any parts of my abdomen. Yay for that.

Insta!rec: [livejournal.com profile] troyswann's Operator
I guess you'd call it a Stargate SG-1/Matrix crossover, but not really. Taking place before the first Matrix movie, Jack, Daniel, Vala, and Walter live on a ship in the Real World, and have been tasked with rescuing Sam Carter, who can occasionally see the code of the Matrix around her. Cameos by characters from both SG-1 and the Matrix trilogy, and just a hint of Jack/Daniel for flavor. A really, really great read. No knowledge of SG-1 canon necessary, mild spoilers for the first Matrix movie.

I put in my first [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest fic yesterday, but I have an essay I want to write about my thought process behind it, so that should be up in a few hours. It's still rocktumbling in my head.

Now, to go put up some laundry and unpack some more. I feel like I'm living in a box factory, I swear.

Eew.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009 07:57
melayneseahawk: (drawn that way)
Insomnia sucks. End of story. I have the feeling I'm going to stay up until the gal taking a look at the place comes by, and then I'm going to have to crash. (I'm moving home at the end of the month--no job, no money--and S is touring people already so that she can hopefully find someone to pick up the slack.)

Today, in addition to the usual Tuesday lovely of therapy (and I get to tell my therapist that This Isn't Working, which is not going to be fun), I get to go to the HMO in a few hours so they can do an ultrasound of my internal girlybits. Awesome!GYN wants to make sure that there isn't some explanation like fibroids or something to explain the evil cramps. I've had ultrasounds on other bits of me, and they're not fun. Plus, I have to drink a bunch of water an hour before to make sure the waves bounce correctly. I'm definitely looking forward to having the tech press on my abdomen when my bladder is full. Not.

Oh, and there's a part that gets done from the inside. Either I have to talk the tech out of it, or there will be a lot of pain. If you hear screaming at about 11a EST, it's the latter.

(And that's ignoring the humor in the fact that the instructions are the same for pregnant women getting ultrasounds, so there are water measurements based on how many months pregnant the patient is. I hate everyone.)

Oh, and did I mention that I have to drink 32oz of water in the next 40 minutes?

Eew.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009 07:57
melayneseahawk: (drawn that way)
Insomnia sucks. End of story. I have the feeling I'm going to stay up until the gal taking a look at the place comes by, and then I'm going to have to crash. (I'm moving home at the end of the month--no job, no money--and S is touring people already so that she can hopefully find someone to pick up the slack.)

Today, in addition to the usual Tuesday lovely of therapy (and I get to tell my therapist that This Isn't Working, which is not going to be fun), I get to go to the HMO in a few hours so they can do an ultrasound of my internal girlybits. Awesome!GYN wants to make sure that there isn't some explanation like fibroids or something to explain the evil cramps. I've had ultrasounds on other bits of me, and they're not fun. Plus, I have to drink a bunch of water an hour before to make sure the waves bounce correctly. I'm definitely looking forward to having the tech press on my abdomen when my bladder is full. Not.

Oh, and there's a part that gets done from the inside. Either I have to talk the tech out of it, or there will be a lot of pain. If you hear screaming at about 11a EST, it's the latter.

(And that's ignoring the humor in the fact that the instructions are the same for pregnant women getting ultrasounds, so there are water measurements based on how many months pregnant the patient is. I hate everyone.)

Oh, and did I mention that I have to drink 32oz of water in the next 40 minutes?

Uh God.

Monday, 16 March 2009 20:51
melayneseahawk: (i hate mondays)
I am currently playing simultaneous games of phone tag with two different people, which is always fun. I have also had a really, really long day.

Woke up at 4a, since I was opening at work. Proceeded to stare at the ceiling until 4:30, when I rolled out of bed, dressed, and did other things that would make me presentable to the general public. O picked me up at 10 of and drove us to work; he lives near me, and he's a gentleman when he's not being an ass, so he refused to let me take the bus once he realized we were opening together. (No joy on Thursday, the other day I open this week; L is also lacking in car.) Worked for just under six hours--there's funny stories there, but I'm too tired to relate them--though I spent most of that time using the register/side of the pastry case/wall/broom to keep me upright.

Mum picked me up just as I got out, and we went to Local HMO Offices to have needles poked in our arms (shot for me, blood work for her), and then she dropped me off at therapy. And then I got home, with the plan to write...and have been watching Brotherhood 2.0 since I got home at about 3.

*headdesk*

(This did, however, remind me of two projects--one SUPA SEKRIT and one not so much--I've been meaning to do, so maybe it'll help me get on them.)

Good news, though, is that I am now fully protected from two main strains of HPV, which cause cervical cancer. Maybe. There are like 14+ strains, though only four cause cancer, as I recall, something like that. Whatever. Is done, and my arm and shoulder and side-of-neck hurt. Note to y'all who haven't gotten it done yet: they're right, the third ones burns going in and hurts like a motherfucker afterwards.

Jesus Allah Buddha, it's a good thing I've got two days off now. My head's going to fall off and roll away.

In a new development, the To-Do List is subdivided now, because my brain is a sieve. (Yes, this is the way my brain actually works. I'm a freak, I know.)

tl;dr )

I'm sure I'm forgetting things, too.

ETA: Wow, how many different ways did I blaspheme in this post? This has got to be a personal record.

Uh God.

Monday, 16 March 2009 20:51
melayneseahawk: (i hate mondays)
I am currently playing simultaneous games of phone tag with two different people, which is always fun. I have also had a really, really long day.

Woke up at 4a, since I was opening at work. Proceeded to stare at the ceiling until 4:30, when I rolled out of bed, dressed, and did other things that would make me presentable to the general public. O picked me up at 10 of and drove us to work; he lives near me, and he's a gentleman when he's not being an ass, so he refused to let me take the bus once he realized we were opening together. (No joy on Thursday, the other day I open this week; L is also lacking in car.) Worked for just under six hours--there's funny stories there, but I'm too tired to relate them--though I spent most of that time using the register/side of the pastry case/wall/broom to keep me upright.

Mum picked me up just as I got out, and we went to Local HMO Offices to have needles poked in our arms (shot for me, blood work for her), and then she dropped me off at therapy. And then I got home, with the plan to write...and have been watching Brotherhood 2.0 since I got home at about 3.

*headdesk*

(This did, however, remind me of two projects--one SUPA SEKRIT and one not so much--I've been meaning to do, so maybe it'll help me get on them.)

Good news, though, is that I am now fully protected from two main strains of HPV, which cause cervical cancer. Maybe. There are like 14+ strains, though only four cause cancer, as I recall, something like that. Whatever. Is done, and my arm and shoulder and side-of-neck hurt. Note to y'all who haven't gotten it done yet: they're right, the third ones burns going in and hurts like a motherfucker afterwards.

Jesus Allah Buddha, it's a good thing I've got two days off now. My head's going to fall off and roll away.

In a new development, the To-Do List is subdivided now, because my brain is a sieve. (Yes, this is the way my brain actually works. I'm a freak, I know.)

tl;dr )

I'm sure I'm forgetting things, too.

ETA: Wow, how many different ways did I blaspheme in this post? This has got to be a personal record.
melayneseahawk: (i hate mondays)
Ugh, starting my Monday two hours earlier than usual, and with a GYN appointment. Tell me again why I thought this was a good idea?

Now think I may not actually be sick, and might have just fucked my throat because I was yelling to be heard at the club on Saturday. Shlubbed around yesterday, which might have been why I was feeling crappy, rather than the reverse. We'll see how I feel today, when I have not choice but run around doing things.

- GYN: 9a
- call
-- Reservations re: MMRP rehearsals over the next two weeks shit is exploding, I'm letting A deal with it
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
-- cast re: rehearsals
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- fold laundry
- vacuum common room and bedroom
- grocery shopping
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- extra Question for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer

-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired
melayneseahawk: (i hate mondays)
Ugh, starting my Monday two hours earlier than usual, and with a GYN appointment. Tell me again why I thought this was a good idea?

Now think I may not actually be sick, and might have just fucked my throat because I was yelling to be heard at the club on Saturday. Shlubbed around yesterday, which might have been why I was feeling crappy, rather than the reverse. We'll see how I feel today, when I have not choice but run around doing things.

- GYN: 9a
- call
-- Reservations re: MMRP rehearsals over the next two weeks shit is exploding, I'm letting A deal with it
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
-- cast re: rehearsals
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- fold laundry
- vacuum common room and bedroom
- grocery shopping
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- extra Question for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer

-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired

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