melayneseahawk: (fiction)
Wow. I haven't posted here for over a year and a half. And it's been a big year and a half, let me tell you.

In that time I have:
-- moved crosscountry
-- fallen in love
-- vacationed in Mexico and saw Chichén Itzá
-- adopted a dog
-- gotten engaged
-- moved to a different apartment
-- had short-term three jobs
-- made a bunch of new friends

I'm planning on returning to LJ and fandom starting now, though the ramp-up might be slow. I missed you guys!
melayneseahawk: (filthy hippie)
Finally returning to LJ. And since a lot has happened in the past months, I thought I'd meme it up to catch everyone up.

Also, I've been on LJ eight years today. Terrifying.

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long meme under the cut )

update

Thursday, 3 March 2011 21:45
melayneseahawk: (school)
Four interviews down (Boston, Emerson, Point Park, DePaul), two to go. Miami is scheduled for Monday. VCU is being odd. I will harass them next week.

Still have not taken make-up exam from last semester. This is getting downright pathetic. Anyone want to take some time Tuesday morning and drive my ass down to campus and make me sit this test? *sigh*

There are two other Big Things I need to talk about, but they'll each get their own post. Expect spammity over the next few days.

Now to break my heart all over again avoid writing.

Argh.

Monday, 14 September 2009 22:12
melayneseahawk: (sex life)
I need to get laid.

That is all.
melayneseahawk: (filthy hippie)
Saw the stupidest eHarmony ad on tv today. Basically, it said that going to bars to pick people up was "passive", but that using eHarmony was the active way to find twu wuv. I would have thought it was the exact opposite; when you use eHarmony, aren't you just sitting back and letting them do the work?

And why am I putting that much thought into this?

Speaking of lots of thought, here's an interesting meme:

controversy meme )

This meme's questions are really badly phrased, but I think they're still thought-provoking.

Yay!

Thursday, 7 May 2009 22:49
melayneseahawk: (bad is better)
Very productive day, which is nice. Going to aim for that again tomorrow (and hang out with [livejournal.com profile] triannamaxwell, yay!).

Also, it's really annoying that now that the Geekling is taller than me, people seem to assume that he's older than me. Arg.

Also, I need to get laid. It's kind of ridiculous.

That is all.
melayneseahawk: (makeup)
To expand on last night's post, this weekend was Queer Prom, so a single friend and I assumed that all the couples would be there and the single gals would be at the clubs. So, we were going to go out after I got out of work. M (the friend) picked me up at work, we got lost on the way to the club (took us an hour and a half when it should have taken 45 minutes), and when we got there we discovered that the After Prom was at the club we'd decided to go to. Plus, A and her date were there, and since M had been sleeping with A for a while, that was all kinds of awkward. M and I stuck around until 12:30 or so, but then decided that the hunt was a bust, and she had work in the morning, so we left.

And then I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over (what the hell does that phrase mean, anyway?), so I'm just not in a good mood. [Note: this is that cold going around, not a hangover or something.]

M has a theory that there are no single lesbians, and that couples just swap until they find the right fit. I'm kind of starting to believe her.

- call
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Imaginary Roommate re: getting more toilet paper
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
- reschedule MMRP rehearsal
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- fold laundry
- get S to wash dishes
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer
-- extra Question(s) for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired
melayneseahawk: (makeup)
To expand on last night's post, this weekend was Queer Prom, so a single friend and I assumed that all the couples would be there and the single gals would be at the clubs. So, we were going to go out after I got out of work. M (the friend) picked me up at work, we got lost on the way to the club (took us an hour and a half when it should have taken 45 minutes), and when we got there we discovered that the After Prom was at the club we'd decided to go to. Plus, A and her date were there, and since M had been sleeping with A for a while, that was all kinds of awkward. M and I stuck around until 12:30 or so, but then decided that the hunt was a bust, and she had work in the morning, so we left.

And then I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over (what the hell does that phrase mean, anyway?), so I'm just not in a good mood. [Note: this is that cold going around, not a hangover or something.]

M has a theory that there are no single lesbians, and that couples just swap until they find the right fit. I'm kind of starting to believe her.

- call
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Imaginary Roommate re: getting more toilet paper
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
- reschedule MMRP rehearsal
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- fold laundry
- get S to wash dishes
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer
-- extra Question(s) for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired
melayneseahawk: (absinthe and whiskey)
Home from unsuccessful club outing. Got mildly inebriated, but we managed to pick the club that was hosting After Prom, so it was all couples anyway. M thinks the Single Lesbian is a myth, but what can you do? We're going to go out hook-up hunting again next week and hope for better luck.

(Scarily, M and I have the same type, and since I am basically my type, theoretically I am her type. Oh, the travails of queerdom.)
melayneseahawk: (absinthe and whiskey)
Home from unsuccessful club outing. Got mildly inebriated, but we managed to pick the club that was hosting After Prom, so it was all couples anyway. M thinks the Single Lesbian is a myth, but what can you do? We're going to go out hook-up hunting again next week and hope for better luck.

(Scarily, M and I have the same type, and since I am basically my type, theoretically I am her type. Oh, the travails of queerdom.)
melayneseahawk: (sex life)
Tonight is Gay Prom, so after work a single friend and I are going out clubbing. We're assuming that the majority of the area queer couples will be a prom, so we are going Hook-Up Hunting. I am just a little afraid.

Photobucket's tech support are fast, which is nice, but since the account I'd been using for [livejournal.com profile] shanks_daily and [livejournal.com profile] sgboys_daily is attached to my main e-mail address, they can't attach my main account to it. I think I'm going to have them shift he mod account to my university address, just so I can keep it open, and then put the main one on my main address. *is dizzy*

- work: 3-close
- call
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
- reschedule MMRP rehearsal
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- laundry <- needs folding
- vacuum
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer
-- extra Question(s) for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired
melayneseahawk: (sex life)
Tonight is Gay Prom, so after work a single friend and I are going out clubbing. We're assuming that the majority of the area queer couples will be a prom, so we are going Hook-Up Hunting. I am just a little afraid.

Photobucket's tech support are fast, which is nice, but since the account I'd been using for [livejournal.com profile] shanks_daily and [livejournal.com profile] sgboys_daily is attached to my main e-mail address, they can't attach my main account to it. I think I'm going to have them shift he mod account to my university address, just so I can keep it open, and then put the main one on my main address. *is dizzy*

- work: 3-close
- call
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
- reschedule MMRP rehearsal
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- laundry <- needs folding
- vacuum
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000
-- [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts
-- [livejournal.com profile] stargate_summer
-- extra Question(s) for [livejournal.com profile] fandom_grammar
-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy [livejournal.com profile] tejas inspired
melayneseahawk: (future)
It's so weird. Most of my co-workers make me feel so old: they're 4-5 years younger than me (and seriously immature on top of it), and I listen to them talk about the horrors of high school and can't help but do that nostalgic "When I was in high school..." thing. It's terrible.

And then, I was chilling in the back room with the other two shift supervisors (We got another one and he's someone I've loved working with in the past!), and the situation was the exact opposite. The one guy is about 5-6 years older than me and having this on-again off-again thing with his once and future live-in girlfriend. The other is at least 10 years older than me, and married, and was laughing at the other guy about not missing the drama. And then there's me, single (and not even getting the chance to enjoy it, but that's another thing) and footloose and fancy free, and I feel so damned young. (That also happens with N sometimes, but the age difference is the same as with the first guy.)

It's even worse when I have the same feeling with my own friends from high school. One of my best friends is basically engaged (looking at wedding dresses and bribing me by letting me wear a suit as long as she can make my hair pretty), most of the rest are graduating and looking at/attending grad schools. And then there's me: college dropout.

(I can't even talk about the lawyer thing until it's a bit later.)

Oh well, shit happens. Doing what's expected is boring. I'll stick with my Pastaroni and resist the urge to have a beer with it and then get back to my horribly depressing fanficcage.
melayneseahawk: (future)
It's so weird. Most of my co-workers make me feel so old: they're 4-5 years younger than me (and seriously immature on top of it), and I listen to them talk about the horrors of high school and can't help but do that nostalgic "When I was in high school..." thing. It's terrible.

And then, I was chilling in the back room with the other two shift supervisors (We got another one and he's someone I've loved working with in the past!), and the situation was the exact opposite. The one guy is about 5-6 years older than me and having this on-again off-again thing with his once and future live-in girlfriend. The other is at least 10 years older than me, and married, and was laughing at the other guy about not missing the drama. And then there's me, single (and not even getting the chance to enjoy it, but that's another thing) and footloose and fancy free, and I feel so damned young. (That also happens with N sometimes, but the age difference is the same as with the first guy.)

It's even worse when I have the same feeling with my own friends from high school. One of my best friends is basically engaged (looking at wedding dresses and bribing me by letting me wear a suit as long as she can make my hair pretty), most of the rest are graduating and looking at/attending grad schools. And then there's me: college dropout.

(I can't even talk about the lawyer thing until it's a bit later.)

Oh well, shit happens. Doing what's expected is boring. I'll stick with my Pastaroni and resist the urge to have a beer with it and then get back to my horribly depressing fanficcage.
melayneseahawk: (utter stupidity)
Inspired by [livejournal.com profile] littpiski and [livejournal.com profile] prionz_rok: a list of things to say/do that will guarantee you will NOT get laid (at least by me).

10. Saying that you're good with virgins, trying to do it "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" anyway, and then when I tell you to maybe try working up to the main event declaring that you won't go down on me because I'm bleeding. Which was your fault in the first place.
10b. Making the exact same mistake when I decide to give you another try.

9. Telling me that your girlfriend is "fine with it" when I know for a fact that you haven't told her. I will not let your punk-ass turn me into the other woman.

8. "This girl I'm interested in said yes to me, so I don't think we should mess around anymore." And during the Yankees season opener, too.
8b. "She dumped me, you want to mess around again?"

7. Don't offer to buy me a drink with that lascivious look on your face. I'm not that kind of girl. And the fact that you think I am seriously fucked your chances.

6. This may be sizeism (not that I care), but if your fat could suffocate someone twice my size, get away from me. I'm not looking for something out of a magazine, I like a girl with curves (and they don't all have to be tits, ass, or hips), but seriously, take some interest in your health.

5. Don't insist on paying for dinner. I'm not going to let you, and the more you fight the angrier I'm going to be.

4. "How old are you?" Yeah, ok, I look 5 years younger than I actually am most of the time. Still, this question is hinky: either you're attracted to me because I look so young, and that's a little scary; or you're concerned about potential legal ramifications, and that's even scarier.
4b. "How old are you?" "Why do you want to know?" "Well, I want to talk to you, but I want to make sure you're...you know." *headdesk*

3. "Are you a *giggle*" "A what?" "*giggle*" "A lesbian?" If you can't say it, you're sure as hell not ready to sleep with one.

2. No, I will not sleep with your girlfriend. Especially if you're planning on watching. Lesbian hunting is skeevy.

And the number one way to not get laid:

1. "You just haven't met the right guy yet." Oh, hell ass balls no.
melayneseahawk: (utter stupidity)
Inspired by [livejournal.com profile] littpiski and [livejournal.com profile] prionz_rok: a list of things to say/do that will guarantee you will NOT get laid (at least by me).

10. Saying that you're good with virgins, trying to do it "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" anyway, and then when I tell you to maybe try working up to the main event declaring that you won't go down on me because I'm bleeding. Which was your fault in the first place.
10b. Making the exact same mistake when I decide to give you another try.

9. Telling me that your girlfriend is "fine with it" when I know for a fact that you haven't told her. I will not let your punk-ass turn me into the other woman.

8. "This girl I'm interested in said yes to me, so I don't think we should mess around anymore." And during the Yankees season opener, too.
8b. "She dumped me, you want to mess around again?"

7. Don't offer to buy me a drink with that lascivious look on your face. I'm not that kind of girl. And the fact that you think I am seriously fucked your chances.

6. This may be sizeism (not that I care), but if your fat could suffocate someone twice my size, get away from me. I'm not looking for something out of a magazine, I like a girl with curves (and they don't all have to be tits, ass, or hips), but seriously, take some interest in your health.

5. Don't insist on paying for dinner. I'm not going to let you, and the more you fight the angrier I'm going to be.

4. "How old are you?" Yeah, ok, I look 5 years younger than I actually am most of the time. Still, this question is hinky: either you're attracted to me because I look so young, and that's a little scary; or you're concerned about potential legal ramifications, and that's even scarier.
4b. "How old are you?" "Why do you want to know?" "Well, I want to talk to you, but I want to make sure you're...you know." *headdesk*

3. "Are you a *giggle*" "A what?" "*giggle*" "A lesbian?" If you can't say it, you're sure as hell not ready to sleep with one.

2. No, I will not sleep with your girlfriend. Especially if you're planning on watching. Lesbian hunting is skeevy.

And the number one way to not get laid:

1. "You just haven't met the right guy yet." Oh, hell ass balls no.
melayneseahawk: (princesses)
Dude, has it really been a week since I posted anything of substance? Freaky.

I can't even recount it all day by day. Saturday was Pride Prom, so I wenched up, put on my dom boots, and danced until I felt like my feet were going to fall off (three hours, almost non-stop). Then I went back to the room, changed into jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, and went back for another half hour and then bugged a ride to the after party. My feet are fine, but my calves are still aching, though I have discovered that C gives really great deep tissues massages. Mmm.

Speaking of C, I think she's considering trying to hook me up with one of her friends. Oh dear. I should never have told her what I like in a girl.

(Also had a little bit of a sexuality crisis last night and today in therapy, but I'm better now.)

School-wise, I've registered for classes for next fall, though it's not set in stone, so I shan't announce anything yet. We're getting into semester crunch time, so I just turned in one paper on Friday and am up to my elbows in two other projects. One of them I don't actually have a group for yet, and the other one I might be doing by myself because my partner comes to class even less often than I do. I have exams one after another for four days during exam week, so that's going to suck, but the end is in sight!

Tomorrow I'm going to put up my Remix/Redux thoughts/recs/etc, but for now I leave you with one last poem.

Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
melayneseahawk: (princesses)
Dude, has it really been a week since I posted anything of substance? Freaky.

I can't even recount it all day by day. Saturday was Pride Prom, so I wenched up, put on my dom boots, and danced until I felt like my feet were going to fall off (three hours, almost non-stop). Then I went back to the room, changed into jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, and went back for another half hour and then bugged a ride to the after party. My feet are fine, but my calves are still aching, though I have discovered that C gives really great deep tissues massages. Mmm.

Speaking of C, I think she's considering trying to hook me up with one of her friends. Oh dear. I should never have told her what I like in a girl.

(Also had a little bit of a sexuality crisis last night and today in therapy, but I'm better now.)

School-wise, I've registered for classes for next fall, though it's not set in stone, so I shan't announce anything yet. We're getting into semester crunch time, so I just turned in one paper on Friday and am up to my elbows in two other projects. One of them I don't actually have a group for yet, and the other one I might be doing by myself because my partner comes to class even less often than I do. I have exams one after another for four days during exam week, so that's going to suck, but the end is in sight!

Tomorrow I'm going to put up my Remix/Redux thoughts/recs/etc, but for now I leave you with one last poem.

Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Woe is me.

Saturday, 6 January 2007 02:11
melayneseahawk: (bad day)
So, not only did I have a doctor's appointment today, and not only did I have blood drawn, but Mum is mad at me because she seems to see dirt where this is none.

And not only that, but my laptop is refusing to start (Mum has since kidnapped the laptop, as she is wont to do when she gets angry, but the point is moot). What did I do to deserve that? I don't know when she's going to give it back, and I obviously can't fix it until she does. Arg.

On the upside, I have less than a week until I'm done with work and a little more than two before I move back into the dorm. Also, [livejournal.com profile] starkravingsane is a goddess. But that's something else entirely.

Woe is me.

Saturday, 6 January 2007 02:11
melayneseahawk: (bad day)
So, not only did I have a doctor's appointment today, and not only did I have blood drawn, but Mum is mad at me because she seems to see dirt where this is none.

And not only that, but my laptop is refusing to start (Mum has since kidnapped the laptop, as she is wont to do when she gets angry, but the point is moot). What did I do to deserve that? I don't know when she's going to give it back, and I obviously can't fix it until she does. Arg.

On the upside, I have less than a week until I'm done with work and a little more than two before I move back into the dorm. Also, [livejournal.com profile] starkravingsane is a goddess. But that's something else entirely.

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