GARBAAAAGE!!!!!

Muah hah hah.

All hail my countrywoman Shirley Manson.

Wow, it's the weekend again already.

There've been a couple of "important" conversations between me and you know who this week, usually the important ones are the horrible ones, but these have served to show that we really are on the same page. Which is still amazing to me, to have come at life from such different starting points, and in such different ways, and somehow end up in the same place. Geographically and emotionally. Life may suck when it's in "teaching" mode, but right now es la dolce vita.

For some reason I'm coming out with random phrases in random foreign languages today too.

Blah, I have blogger's block.

Utterly fabulous (dahlink) long weekend, War was great, I should write a nice in-character description of it, but as I mentioned b4, I've got a touch of the blogger's block. Or I'm just not in the right mindset to ramble in that way.

Matt got a new toy (read: SWORD) and according to people who know their stuff, he got a good deal on it too...but not a good enough deal to make it worth using the thing for trailblazing, even if it does have an extremely nice balance to it.

Meanwhile, the week is already almost over, and I get to go see GARBAGE tomorrow! Which (almost) makes up for it being drill weekend and a seriously reduced dosage of Matt time. Not that I should complain, I got extra last weekend!

I am actually getting used to relaxing about being relaxed. Consistently having a good time together, and consistently finding him to be a genuinely nice person, not to mention intelligent and fun to be around…it makes it kind of hard to be nervous. Which is a good thing. A very good thing indeed.

Now I'm oficially an employee I'm started to get really excited about War. *happy pseudo renaissence dance*

I also had a flash of inspiration for the cooking heat-source problem: I own an oval galvanised tub that came wrapped around a tequila party set, and the tub is sitting on our balcony doing nothing, when it could be sitting in a shallow pit in Potrero containing hot coals, which is a much more meaningful existance for a galvanised metal tub.

Panic over, I guess. It's considerably harder to turn off than on.

Anyway, the summary for today is that I'm going to sign the paperwork to be rehired on Thursday, and Vincenzo managed to arrange for me to be paid the back pay directly by the Whittier, which means I'll get it on or by the 1st of June.

Breathing would probably be a good idea at this point.

I'm trying to convince myself that going to photography would actually help, because it's getting bloody ridiculous to keep missing it like this.

I want to go home. Even being a grown up you're not supposed to have to deal with this kind of shit. On what planet does being a responsible employer involve putting me in the position where I am forced to borrow money?

My permanent appointment at the Whittier should be fully processed today. Yay right? Wrong.

They can't just tack this past SEVEN WEEKSof work on to this paycheck, it has to be processed as an award. Which takes six weeks. Now...how many times did I say to Vincenzo that I needed to be sure of getting a FULL paycheck at the end of May? But it's ok, because I can borrow money from him...

I am getting so damn spoiled, I just keep having great weekends.

Ouch Ouch Ouch.

But mommy I was wearing sunblock...not that you'd ever know it by the huge red and white striped pattern across my shoulderblades. Bullfrog has served me so well, and never made me break out, so maybe this bottle has just expired, or I didn't put enough on, or the carseat rubbed it off or...I'm destined to be paranoid and sunburned all my life. (reference to Skunk Anansie album title btw)

But it was a great day, it's always nice to encounter a random group of strangers who are all personable and just plain happy there's new folks around. The offroading community seems to tend towards the inclusive, rather than the exclusive.

Back to work I go. Here's hoping for a nice impressive yield on this purification. so I can bugger off early on Friday to go to WAR!!!!

Quiche. Always a good bet, well, ok, usually a good bet, and he liked it. (yay) And I have leftovers for my dinner tonight. (double-yay)

OFH.

I promised to cook. AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO MAKE!!

*sigh* I hadn't even realised that I was worried about it, but he likes my poetry!!!

He even said that with one of them "it was like you'd climbed inside my head for that moment, because it was exactly how I felt"

It never ceases to amaze me that these things I write can actually speak to another.

Note To Self

It's a test girl, a challenge. See that big chalk ring on the ground? That means you're being awarded points for style and efficiency, not paranoia and self-pity.

It's official: I'm really really bad at Wednesdays.

Hrm. I think this will describe it best, I wrote it in my hardcopy journal/scribblings book a couple days ago:

This is all very new to me. I'm not used to someone who makes no demands. I'm not used to someone who doesn't pry or probe for the gory details. It might be easier if he asked more questions, but then he wouldn't be him.

Get used to it girl, this whole trust thing: it doesn't always have to end up broken. Stop waiting for the sting, or you'll end up making it for yourself.

~R.

If I can be to just one person what my new "family" have been to me...then it's all been worth it. If I can help someone build their own happiness, then I am happy too.

*sigh*

I suppose I should be happy that I've made progress. It doesn't feel like progress to "only" break down every once in a while. Nor does every few days really feel like every once in a while, but it IS better than constant mindless panic.

It really is. Honest Guv.

I'm impatient, I want to be happy all the time, and I want it NOW. But no-one gets to have that, not really. And the strange thing is that even as I weep, I know deep down that I am happy in this life now.

~Asher-Rose the pensive (but optimistic) faerie

For the record: I love my friends.

Sitting here talking to Bob, Colin the sleepy one, Kyrwyn, Radiskull, and getting an email from Matt talking about a book I loaned him that he's actually reading and enjoying makes me realise how many cool people I know now, and how lucky I am to know even one of them.

Yeah yeah, sickly gooey saccerine sentiments.

Tough. I'm feeling very blessed, I might as well tell the people who make me blessed.

~R.

This Important Life Skill [>] made my day...

Yummy. Alseep before midnight. My bed rocks. No, I don't mean that, it doens't actually rock, unless there's a quake (or the people downstairs REALLY turn up their bass) I meant my bed is the best.

Plus I got up early enough to go through a set on each ofthe machines in our complex's gym. They're very arm-centric though. Pity there isn't room for the full set of machines.