i feel so much better now, although i've started to have anxiety dreams about the party. it's not that i'm particularly anxious about the party itself at all, but i'm getting so excited that it's making me nauseous. i've been very nauseous lately. i'm such a ridiculous hypochondriac and i keep thinking that i have cancer (which might be true and i won't know unless i go to the fucking doctor) but then i remember that the nausea comes with the treatment, not the cancer itself. my mom got all stubborn and didn't want to take her pretty anti-nausea meds and tried to just eat a lot of ginger. that didn't work. her doc told her to stop being silly and said that the anti-nausea meds actually saved a number of people's lives (like i high percentage that I have of course forgotten) because the nausea was so bad and there was nothing to do about it that people would stop treatment. how crazy is that? really fucked up crazy if you ask me.
It's pretty fucking cold in this house. I love my new comforter and it keeps me warm, but sometimes even that's not enough and I need to put my little down blankie from costco on top of me and keep me even warmer. and i never want to get out of bed. i'd like the whole world to cater to me in my bed. everyone should come and visit me in my bed. i will take my food in my bed. i guess that wouldn't really work. i would need to leave my bed sometimes for showering and other bathroom activites. and sheets do need washing. and by the time i'm up, i don't care that much. i find some way to be warm.
speaking of things i need to do, i'm so overdue for an oil change i keep worrying that my car's going to explode every time i get in it. maybe i can get it changed before i drive for three hours today. wouldn't that be a smart thing for a kendra to do? oh my yes it would.
in other news, i'm still terribly far behind on my NaNoWriMo novel, although I do keep sort of plugging away at it. i shant give up, even if it means i'm working at failure.
sometimes people come into papyrus and want custom printing for wedding invitations and sometimes when they do that they know exactly what they're looking for, but probably if that's true, they won't find it. a word to the wise, if you ever get married, or you ever need custom printing done, just don't think about it too much before you go look at binders. in fact, custom printing should be one of two things you do first. that and buying the dress. everything else is flexible. let the invitations and the dress describe your wedding. take a cue from them. and don't come bitching to me about how you know exactly what you want but can't find it. i don't care. you can write the fucking information on a post-it with a bic pen for all i care. send that out to people. it would cost you less than the thousand dollars you'll probably spend on printing otherwise. and then, people love to get the fucking square invitations, which cost 13 cents extra if you'll recall. fuck it, man. i mean, i'd like to think i'm a classy girl, but ain't no fuckin' way i'm spending a thousand dollars plus postage on a fucking wedding. if i'm going to spend that much, i'm going to fly to some pretty place. really, the only thing to do is to take about 8 people to the alps or something. get married in white fur. i've been obsessing over the idea of stoles. one of my latest. my main character had one on in one scene. funny. but... i guess i'm not actually saving any money doing that. i guess vegas really is the only way to go.... but i don't think i want to get married in vegas. maybe i'll just stick to the original plan and do everything in my bed.
oh happy monday! i like mondays. they're the only day that currently has some sort of consistancy. and an enjoyable one at that, unless i'm working which means our DM is at the store and that makes me want to shoot my own foot and move to canada.
also. i found a tattooist on this site about a month ago and became enamoured of his work. he lives in GA, which is sad for me, but i'd prettymuch resigned myself to having to budget airfare into my next tattoo. well, lucky day, he's coming to california. we'll see if he has time or interest in a project for me. my fingers are crossed. i'm ready to give up my left side to him.
what else what else what else? all i feel like doing is typing. i should really put this energy into my book but i think probably i'll just go take a shower in stead, and work on finding someplace that will change my oil for me this morning.
maybe i'll clean my room today. in anticipation of about ten more people sleeping in the house this weekend. i love my friends. some day, i want to own a castle and everyone gets a wing. it will be our retirement community.
ps my custom printing STILL hasn't come in. it's been almost a month. just so you know. i'm none too happy.
but everything else, everything else is just dandy.
It's pretty fucking cold in this house. I love my new comforter and it keeps me warm, but sometimes even that's not enough and I need to put my little down blankie from costco on top of me and keep me even warmer. and i never want to get out of bed. i'd like the whole world to cater to me in my bed. everyone should come and visit me in my bed. i will take my food in my bed. i guess that wouldn't really work. i would need to leave my bed sometimes for showering and other bathroom activites. and sheets do need washing. and by the time i'm up, i don't care that much. i find some way to be warm.
speaking of things i need to do, i'm so overdue for an oil change i keep worrying that my car's going to explode every time i get in it. maybe i can get it changed before i drive for three hours today. wouldn't that be a smart thing for a kendra to do? oh my yes it would.
in other news, i'm still terribly far behind on my NaNoWriMo novel, although I do keep sort of plugging away at it. i shant give up, even if it means i'm working at failure.
sometimes people come into papyrus and want custom printing for wedding invitations and sometimes when they do that they know exactly what they're looking for, but probably if that's true, they won't find it. a word to the wise, if you ever get married, or you ever need custom printing done, just don't think about it too much before you go look at binders. in fact, custom printing should be one of two things you do first. that and buying the dress. everything else is flexible. let the invitations and the dress describe your wedding. take a cue from them. and don't come bitching to me about how you know exactly what you want but can't find it. i don't care. you can write the fucking information on a post-it with a bic pen for all i care. send that out to people. it would cost you less than the thousand dollars you'll probably spend on printing otherwise. and then, people love to get the fucking square invitations, which cost 13 cents extra if you'll recall. fuck it, man. i mean, i'd like to think i'm a classy girl, but ain't no fuckin' way i'm spending a thousand dollars plus postage on a fucking wedding. if i'm going to spend that much, i'm going to fly to some pretty place. really, the only thing to do is to take about 8 people to the alps or something. get married in white fur. i've been obsessing over the idea of stoles. one of my latest. my main character had one on in one scene. funny. but... i guess i'm not actually saving any money doing that. i guess vegas really is the only way to go.... but i don't think i want to get married in vegas. maybe i'll just stick to the original plan and do everything in my bed.
oh happy monday! i like mondays. they're the only day that currently has some sort of consistancy. and an enjoyable one at that, unless i'm working which means our DM is at the store and that makes me want to shoot my own foot and move to canada.
also. i found a tattooist on this site about a month ago and became enamoured of his work. he lives in GA, which is sad for me, but i'd prettymuch resigned myself to having to budget airfare into my next tattoo. well, lucky day, he's coming to california. we'll see if he has time or interest in a project for me. my fingers are crossed. i'm ready to give up my left side to him.
what else what else what else? all i feel like doing is typing. i should really put this energy into my book but i think probably i'll just go take a shower in stead, and work on finding someplace that will change my oil for me this morning.
maybe i'll clean my room today. in anticipation of about ten more people sleeping in the house this weekend. i love my friends. some day, i want to own a castle and everyone gets a wing. it will be our retirement community.
ps my custom printing STILL hasn't come in. it's been almost a month. just so you know. i'm none too happy.
but everything else, everything else is just dandy.
I'd like to get married on the USS New Jersey, that's anchored down at Camden. When I kiss the bride they'll fire off a volley from the 16-inch guns.