The Blob

You ever feel like your ideas are bigger than your ability to write? I've got a big fic in FFVII that I'd like to crack on with, but it's sort of stagnated in my head. Then I've got this lovely new fandom - STXI! - and I have lots of thoughts about the characters, but no framework in which to demonstrate said thinky-thoughts.

Here's a question though: Did the Vulcans have their own fleet of ships? Would they have been battle-capable, or more defensive?

In RL news, I am TEH BUSY with the working and the watching of TOS and the laundry and the working. I am trying to volunteer as a dog-walker for disabled owners, and am also suffering the return of my travel bug, Herbert. Herbert is telling me that running away to New Zealand or Indonesia or Ghana is an excellent idea. Herbert is persuasive.

Durham wrote back and said, "Reapply". Which isn't overwhelmingly positive, but I'm pretty hopeful. Apparently the Head of the Taught MA looked at my MA TESOL application and didn't immediately run screaming for the hills. This is a good sign!

So now I need to go through the whole debacle of acquiring references, transcripts, etc, as well as writing an essay on why I should be allowed in, and submitting a 1200 essay on a literary topic. GAH!

Yesterday I picked up an extra shift at Pub. BAD IDEA. Started at 7pm and didn't finish until 2.20am. Got home for just before 3am. Woke up for Estate Agent job at 7am. Won't have seen housemate for 48 hours by the time I get home, which is sort of silly. Also, laundry machines hate me. Tumble dryer won't dry. Washing machine won't spin. Life is a black abyss.

Not working this Sunday. WOOT.

I have no brain.

I've been taking cough medicine that's done a good job of suppressing the cough, but has also made me queasy near to the point of puking. Which, ew. Turns out one of its key ingredients - CHLOROFORM - has been banned as a consumer product since 1979 in the USA. It's fine in the UK though, right? Blaaagh.

I considered calling in sick this morning, but I wasn't ill enough to justify it. I've dragged myself into this office with a temperature of 101F before now. Though I couldv'e done with the time to clean my room for the girl viewing it tonight, and of course to write copious amounts of fic and play Sims3.

Speaking of fic, I am DETERMINED to finish it by the deadline for startrekbigbang. Determined. *nod*

Finished my first ever shift at Pub about 40 mins ago. It was good. Unexpectedly mellow for a Friday - I was expecting pandemonium but it was actually okay. I even enjoyed myself, despite working 8.30-6pm at Estate Agents. Tomorrow will no doubt be much busier at Pub, but I'll try my best to keep up without hitting the wrong buttons or anything.

Am now enjoying tea and toast (with real butter! sin never tasted so good!), and pondering when I should decide to get a new[er] car. Gertrude, sadly, is making ominous clunking noises. And a couple times today the steering ripped right out of my hands, which - not good. She's insured for another 2 months, and the MOT runs out in December. If I can last til October, then I will begin the epic hunt for her successor.

bustahead is due in town tomorrow. It is highly unlikely I will get any fic writing done whilst she is here. LOL. Such is life.

Disclaimer: I am quite drunk. I intend to be more drunk by the end of this post. Ergo, post will be nonsensical.

( Cut because I am just that considerate. And awesome. )

Icon: Because maybe I don't love it, but at least Chris Pine is pretty when he's beat to hell.

ETA: Also, I feel like absolute shit complaining about all this crap because my BFF-cum-almost-sister has got a BARIN in her brain and will be undergoing radiation therapy shit and her life obviously sucks way more than mine and I am STILL drinking to distract myself from the trauma of losing my temper. OMFG.

Today submitted 5 application forms in the hopes of getting a night job. The best one by far is Night Porter at the Premier Inn (East Durham). LOOOONG hours (11pm to 7am) but it operates on a 2-on-2-off system. I think I could manage it ... with caffeine pills. Wish me luck!

Today has been ... conflicted. Work was light, and the bloke who sits next to me has essentially got me a second job for evenings and weekends (to be confirmed tomorrow when I go for interview, but he said it's "guaranteed"; I'm hopeful). And I confirmed that this Sunday, at least, I will have a social life - a geeky social life where I dress up as a Saxon and sew using an authentic needle whilst not wearing any shoes - but a social life nonetheless.

However, I've been sat opposite Ponce who is, as his pseudonym implies, a giant poncy arse; and, because of wicked mood swings, I snapped at Geordie. What happened was, he's a big bloke, and I was sitting down when he was getting in my face/space having a go (in a joke-like way), and it sparked an instinctive negative reaction (adrenaline rush, racing heart, etc). So we had a falling out, and now I feel bad, even though I apologised, explained why I snapped, and now we're supposedly okay with each other again. I just know it'll go round the office. And on top of that, I accidentally implied to Ponce that I'm a lesbian, which I'm sure everyone suspects because of the short hair, and isn't insulting in the least but is very, very annoying.

In conclusion, my big mouth should just shut the fuck up.

Friday was a day of stress for me, which I am blaming on the full moon.

Today made up for it, though. Despite waking up at 9am (when I'm meant to be AT WORK), I had a semi-productive day. I also received a customer satisfaction survey, from a lady whom I helped out only because her sales person has my name but was off the day said lady called with 100010101001 problems that I tried my best to fix. She said in her survey, "[Ally] from Auction was awesome". My managing director saw. DUDE. XD

Tomorrow the landlady and I are going to eat pizza and ice cream whilst watching HSM2 and 3. Because The Zef is hawt, man.

Win: Going for a run at 10.30pm.
Lose: Blisters caused by running in bad trainers.

Win: Possibility of extra monies!
Lose: Working a 66hr week at a deskjob.

Win: Plot and impetus for merlinarthurfqf prompt.
Lose: Not enough hours in a day?

I got paid! Wooooo!

And I'm working 6 hours extra on Saturday! WOOOOOO!

Life is good. :)