slaughterhouse: star wars: han solo is unimpressed (star wars: han solo is unimpressed)
Yesterday inlcuded a trip to the dentist, where they performed a partial root canal to extract the dead issue from my tooth. The massive amounts of listerine I used actually killed most of my tastebuds, but my sense of taste is starting (slowly) to return.

I'm on antibiotics to take out the infection, as well as some painkillers to control any lingering pain while the infection clears up. The drugs mean I'm dizzy and disoriented a lot of the time, and I have a tendency to become distracted easily. Once I get going today, I'm gonna have to head to campus and get my bike, since I was too out of it to try walking it home on Wednedsay night.

Right now, though, I'm more or less out of pain, which is the main thing.

Come September, I'll have to get the rest of the root canal performed and the crown put on.

Still, right now, I'm just grateful to be functioning.
slaughterhouse: misc: dreams & nightmares (misc: dreams & nightmares)
Things are good, though I can't begin to tell you how exhausted I am right now. It's literally had to move I'm so exhausted, and keeping my eyes open is a trial. I'm not sure why I'm so worn down — I think maybe spending a few hours at the office surrounded by loud, boisterous people, wore me out. Sometimes people just make me tired.

My bike got a flat, which was irritating — but Mike fixed it for me on Thursday, so I've got wheels again. Boys with bike grease all over their hands and forearms: more attractive than they have any right to be.

Press day on Wednesday should be short, my section's only two pages. I got a second monitor at the office, finally got my desk all set up to accomodate it. It's fucking glorious, I can't even put it into words.
slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (pete&brendon: otp love)
i'm in my last class, with 40 minutes to go. i'm fucking exhausted. 8:50pm.

i've more or less been constantly working since i got to campus around 11am, doing homework in my grace periods. trying to drink sprite to get some sugar, but it tastes kind of gross for some reason. flat or something.

i did come up with a rollerderby name if i do get around to trying it out: malice in wasteland. i'm just trying to decide if it's too close to the character in the novel version of whip it, malice in wonderland. i might just do alice in wasteland, i don't know. thinking, thinking.

thirty minutes to go.

omfg i want sleep.

bandombigbang blather )
slaughterhouse: tony stark gives this a thumbs up (iron man: tony stark gives this a thumbs)
i've spent most of the day reading iron man comics. dude, how have they not been in my life before now? i'm even more stoked for the new movie than i was already, seriously. i'm gonna need to branch out into marvel comics something hardcore to fill the gaps, but i'm pretty stoked about it. new things to read!

i'm fucking exhausted -- waking up at 5am sucks. i went back to bed around 7, and slept until 11 or so, but still, it's not the same as getting a decent night's sleep.

my roommate is getting back from golden tomorrow. i've kinda missed having her around the past few days, so i'm looking forward to her being home. have a few more dishes to get done, but the house is mostly pretty tidy.

i have nothing else to say.
slaughterhouse: tattooed pin-up girl (misc: tattooed pin-up girl)
1. Stay healthy, happy and sane.
2. Have more self-confidence, or at least, fake it. Seriously. Just because I like someone, doesn't mean they must obviously hate me. I will stop sabotaging all my would-be friendships.
3. Get a job.
4. Finish and edit the novel I wrote for National Novel Writing Month in 2009.
5. Keep writing in my paper journal.

What're yours?

slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (greta salpeter: upside down and happy)
went to my aunt's christmas party last night. i was claustrophobic (so many people!) at first, but eventually i relaxed and actually had a pretty good time. i have three burns on my left hand from my various baking adventures over the last week. one is right on the side of my index finger's knuckle and hurts like a bitch.

so far i'm really liking dreamwidth. the crosspost feature makes it super handy to post to both journals at once.

does anyone else use their dreamwidth account at all? if so, let me know, i will add you.

today i am going to clean my room, finally, it's a disaster. yesterday, while i was out, my roommate rearranged our living room. it is much more handy now, and the computer is on a real desk and everything. it's pretty awesome.

i'm gonna go see if there's an apple turnover left that i can eat, take my meds, shower, get dressed, and then maybe actually be productive.

my parents are going to be here in three days. we need to get the living room painted.


Dec. 19th, 2009 12:41 am
slaughterhouse: pete wentz: haters to the left (pete wentz: haters to the left)
so, new journal.

this entry will serve a number of purposes: testing my layout, checking to make sure crossposting works, so on and so forth.

for those of you reading this on livejournal, my dreamhost username is [personal profile] slaughterhouse. god, that sounds really somber and depressing, doesn't it? but i just finished re-reading vonnegut's slaughterhouse-five, which is my favourite book pretty much of all time, and i knew i didn't want astrangecity, so that's what popped into my head.

and it was available.

so, slaughterhouse it is.

i'm pretty tired. it's nearly one in the morning here, and my back is sore. we really need to get a couch. i'll see if i can scrounge up the money for half of one in january, but i need to be really fucking frugal so that i can dump $1500 on travel expenses and my sleeve.

i'm probably going to greyhound out to vancouver because it's so much cheaper than the plane, and i don't know, i didn't mind the ride out to saskatoon. i might even take a morning trip just so i can be awake and with the sun up through the rockies. i haven't seen them in so long.

look, this even kind of doubled as a real entry.
slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (Default)
1. i burnt my hand a few days ago -- i accidentally touched one of the elements in the oven, and ended up with a second degree burn on the back of my middle finger. it's scabbed up pretty nicely, but it's gross looking. ew.

2. break is amazing. i'm actually just catching up on being alive. baking and eating baked goods, cooking real meals, having friends over. and not feeling guilty about any of it.

3. i got an order for 40 each of my two new zines from microcosm. holy fuck! i've heard vague rumours of bad goings on, but no one will expand more, and they've been nothing but awesome to me. i'm trying to figure out how to spend the $120 worth of trade i'll get from this batch.

4. i got my grades for the term back. i was so fucking sure i was going to fail my history 313 final and i was freaking out about it because i was going to fail the class and i was really fucking worried. i got a B in the class! i literally can't really believe it -- like, how the fuck did that even HAPPEN? but it did. omfg i passed. i got an A- in my queer lit class and a B+ in poetry, which i'm very happy with. yay for the new term in january!

5. so, i might hopefully maybe be starting my sleeve in february. i emailed tim konrad about my idea to combine all the stories that have impacted me in the past 20 years, from robert munsch to joseph heller to alan moore. he responded by basically going, "omfg i want to illustrate a children's book, yes to this idea!" it's just a pain because he's in vancouver so i'll have to pay to travel back and forth. but i'll make it work. i've scanned a bunch of material and still have a little more to get together.

6. my friend chloe came over yesterday and gave me some of the black phoenix alchemy lab perfumes she had but didn't like -- i found a handful that smell really nice to/on me. so i smell nice. in exchance, i made her macaroni and cheese for dinner, and we watched transformers and iron man.

overall, my life is so amazing i still can't believe it. christmas is coming, my parents are going to be here, my roommate is awesome. i am such a lucky bastard.

p.s. i think i might like to move to dreamwidth, since everyone else is doing it. anyone have an account creation code? ♥


slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (Default)


It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like, "Poo-tee-weet?"
- Kurt Vonnegut

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