Had to come back...
Jan 30, 2011
...when I heard h2g2 might be going away. Started reading through some old things... entries I wrote, battles I waged... wow. I can't believe I stumbled upon this wonderful place more than ten years ago.
Ten years is a really long time.
Wedding Internet Broadcast
Aug 7, 2006
http://littlechapel.com/2045.asp?WeddingPlanID=219099#top
Good for 2 weeks.
Wedding Notification, Vegas
Jul 20, 2006
Hello, I know it's been a while, but this is at least somewhat important.
I'm finally planning my wedding... two weeks in advance. Yep, never can it be said that I do nothing on a whim...
If anyone is in the Vegas area, or wants to come to Vegas for my wedding, please let me know. I'm thinking Friday Aug 4th or Saturday Aug 5th, so please contact me at soeasilyamused [at] gmail [dot] com and let me know you want to come and which day you'd prefer. I make no guarantees, but I know if I don't at least give everyone a heads-up, there will be people out for my blood.
Miss you all,
-sea
Bleurgh.
May 8, 2006
What is it with me and non-word titles?
Ugh.
It seems like the longer I live, the more exhausted I get.
Anyone know anything about insomnia cures?
*sigh*
Sad news...
Mar 11, 2006
My doggy died last night.
He was 16 years old, and lived a long, happy life.
I miss him.
HOORAY!
Feb 24, 2006
I AM GAINFULLY EMPLOYED!!!!
That interview went well! I nailed it, and got myself a really awesome job.
(Can't remember the bloody smileys anymore!)
Wish me luck...
Feb 11, 2006
I've got a job interview Tuesday.
FYI: Didn't get the TSA job. How sad is my life when I can't even get a job that doesn't even require a high school diploma?!?!
(I was DQ'ed because of my broken foot - I'm walking, but I limp if I have to walk on my tiptoes. Apparently walking on one's tiptoes is an integral part of the security screening process.)
...Whatever...
Wasn't like I wanted that job anyway. Probably better off without it.
Still around...
Jan 25, 2006
...and searching for employment. I'm trying the TSA now, because once I have a federal job, it'll be easier to get a better federal job.
Security Screening, here I come!
...Hey, it could be fun. Stay tuned for funny stories from the airport terminal! 
Bleh.
Nov 27, 2005
Yep. That about covers it.
Back... Sort of.
Aug 24, 2005
Fiction Writing: A5284929 - Please comment!
Things have been... busy. I'm thisclose to getting hired as a police officer in a nice, quiet, affluent city near the beach. (SCORE!) I should be starting the academy mid-September, and it'll last 4.5 months. Afterwards, I will be a cop, making decent money and trying to pay off my student loans.
I will try to be a leeeetle bit more present in the coming months, but I make no guarantees, as the academy is reputed to take over one's entire life.
Going to Florida - anyone nearby?
Feb 18, 2005
The fiance and I are road-tripping to Florida this week. Anyone want to meet for dinner? We're travelling along I-10 through AZ, NM, TX, LA... if anyone's in the area, leave me a post. 
This is our get-over-our-recent-losses-and-forget-about-stress-for-a-while trip. My dad is paying us to drive his truck to FL for him, as he's working there now, in Pensacola.
Still 
, but doing better...
Oh, god, what am I going to do?
Feb 13, 2005
Our ferret Malfie is very sick. Sick to the point that she's been hovering near death for the last few days, and has to be force-fed everything.
D spoke with his mother, who is a nurse, who said that Malfie should have improved on the antibiotics she was taking by now, and that we needed to take her to the vet.
We took her to the emergency center just down the road... They quoted us $1500 for her care. That's more than our rent.
We paid the money, but now we're going to have to scramble to get rent, which is due on Tuesday. Which I had before all this, but we spent $200 on Turbo's funeral arrangements, and $500 on Malfie's first three visits to the vet. Now this.
I don't know what I'm going to do...
Such agony...
Feb 3, 2005
My little ferret Turbo is dead.
She was only two years old. She was supposed to live another six years.
It hurts so much...
Uhhhhnnngh....
Jan 26, 2005
I am so sick.
It is 0445 local time, and I am awake due to an excruciating sore throat.
I want to die...
No, I can't even cry. That would be even more painful... 
Golly! Linux!
Jan 21, 2005
h2g2 certainly does look different through linux.
Yes, that's right, LINUX!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
I'm interviewing this version of linux (it boots from CD) to see if I want to install it on my laptop, which is not functioning properly anymore, and didn't even after I formatted the hard drive and re-installed WinXP, so now I figure I've got nothing to lose and can play around with fun stuff. 
Anyone else know anything about linux? I'm using slax.
GrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrr!
Jan 15, 2005
I have to format my laptop.
Again.
Twice since September.
Third time total.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I know it's getting geriatric, but come on! Shouldn't it work if I re-format it?! *sigh*
Sick. Again. Bleh.
Jan 7, 2005
I noticed I was sick at this time last year. How ironic.
Looks like I've gotten the annual Finals-Are-Done-And-Rent- Is-Paid-And-A-Huge-Financial-Aid-Check- Is-On-Its-Way-So-I-Have-No-Stress time, and therefore I am sick. I tend to refuse to get really seriously ill at any point during the year, and work myself to exhaustion, then once the holidays are past, I practically die.
Not fun.
But, it's not too bad, seeing as I sound ill enough to have my boss order me to take time off, and Will has nothing to do but take good care of me, so I've been catching up on sleep and enjoying my illness.
Though when I went to the 
today, he said my heart rate was too fast and wanted an ekg/ecg... Freaky! He said it was normal, but a high heart rate is a bad thing as I recall. Slow is good. Must work on physical fitness to get more healthy.
I am determined to get into shape!!!
P.S. I don't know any researchers in the Louisiana/New Orleans area... The fiance wants to move there after I graduate so he can go to school, and I'm willing to oblige if only so that I can escape my family for a few years and try to deal with myself for once. Does anyone know of any job opportunities down there??? Hmm... 
Bleh.
Dec 27, 2004
Yes, you heard me.
BLEH!
It is safe to say that I finally have proof that God hates me.
Dec 9, 2004
(Christians: don't hate me. I'm exaggerating. I don't know if I really even *believe* in god, so please don't leave me evangelical messages. My soul is in no more danger than anyone else's. )
One week ago today, D (my fiance) fell off of a ladder. His back hurt (understandably). He took it easy all week and took medicine, but it has not gotten any better. So yesterday, I dragged him kicking and screaming (okay, grumbling and limping) to a chiropractor who xrayed his spine and revealed the horrible news.
D has a compression fracture in his lower back and another fracture in one of the many bones in the right side of his neck. While neither are life-threatening, they both have the potential to reduce his mobility and cause him lifelong pain if not treated.
The chiropractor, upon learning that we had no insurance, recommended going to a county hospital ER and requesting treatment. These facilities must provide care to people in need, regardless of their ability to pay for it.
The emergency room refused to treat him.
We've had a lot of ER and trauma center closures recently because of the way health care is handled in the US. The stress placed on these facilities by people without insurance is so great that many of them are going out of business because they lose so much money.
In the event of terrorism, we're screwed.
So last night, upon learning that D is unlikely to be working for several weeks, and paying bills with what little money I could scrounge up, I was beseiged by a major panic attack. This lasted for a couple of hours, and after I had mostly recovered, I had to spend six hours writing a 13 page paper and studying for this morning's final. The paper was due at the same time. So I got about 3.5 hours of sleep on top of the severe mental and emotional exhaustion wrought by the panic attack.
Needless to say, today has not been the best day. Well, up until I called a friend who is a chiropractor, who agreed to help D out and allow us to figure out a payment schedule after all the treatment has concluded. He's not going to charge us anything out-of-pocket until D is able to work again, and is going to help us get disability payments for the time D is unable to work.
People like this Doc re-affirm my faith in the fundamental goodness of humanity. 
Renewed Optimism
Nov 23, 2004
I was beginning the dreaded Search For My First Post-College Job and found something that I think I could do. It's a job with a large intelligence agency coordinating their training bureau.
Although I haven't quite done what the job entails, I have experience in all the areas they're looking for. I've been running the PD's training bureau (de facto, not de jure) and have done very well, working only a few hours a week and still having plenty of time to take on projects from fellow employees who are overloaded. So I think it's logical to think that with more hours spent doing the job, more responsibility and a larger department wouldn't be too much of a challenge. I'm not supremely qualified, but I'm not unqualified either. My degree probably gives me a large boost in credibility as well, though my age may be more of a hindrance than a help. I'm hoping that due to the new attitude towards American Intelligence, they'll be more likely to want to get fresh new blood into the department. *crossed fingers*
Then I saw what it paid.
Suddenly, I felt like maybe I wasn't so qualified. It pays an obscene amount of money to start, and the high end of the pay scale is even *more* obscene, especially for my 1st real job. It was a real bubble-burster.
I'm going to try anyway, of course, because the worst thing they can say is "no" or maybe "hahahahahaha-no-hahahahahaha"...
But if I *did* get it...... SO exciting. I'd get to move to DC and work in a large pentagonal building (from what I infer, anyway, none of these places give up their exact locations). I could buy a house and pay off my student loans pretty quickly. And it would get me nicely far away from my family issues, while still being on the same continent and long distance wouldn't be too heinous. Too bad it snows there. Eugh! (Remember me in snow, Marv? 
EXCITING and nerve-wracking at the same time!
Wish me luck, all!
Is this in my DNA? If so, must remember to have DNA transplant when such measures are available...
Oct 26, 2004
Opinions expressed within this journal entry do not reflect my actions IRL. They reflect my purest, most unrestrained feelings at the moment and should be regarded as little more than my immediate knee-jerk overreaction to the situation.
My parents went out of town this weekend, for a well-deserved period of extended-family togetherness and escape-from-my-stupid-sister time.
My sister has been under 24-7 supervision since the beginning of September, when it was revealed she had an abortion and her boyfriend was beating her. When she wasn't asleep or in class, she was either with my mother or my father. She also had two friend who were trusted enough to keep her away from said bf, and was occasionally allowed to be with them. She has not been alone in a month.
My parents, thinking she was trying, decided to go out of town. I was left - as usual - to keep an eye on things and report back on my sister's behavior.
Night one (Friday): Sis goes out around 2pm to "look for a job". Does not come home. Leaves message on my cell phone saying she's going to a concert and claims her companion's is dead and she'll be incommunicado but home by midnight.
Midnight passes. No sis. Morning comes. No sis. Noon comes. No sis.
I call the two trusted friends. They have not seen her. I extract a phone number for the person she was supposed to be with. She was not with this person. I call Mom & Dad to report.
Sis finally comes home.
Showing a Herculean amount of self-control, I do not beat the ever-loving snot out of my sister. I give her a hug and tell her that I was worried about her. She apologizes.
Night two (Saturday): Sis asks to go out again. I say okay, but only if she gives me a contact number where I can reach her, and her escort must pick her up at home where I can see them.
She sneaks off while I'm at the movies. Figures. But, she leaves a phone number. Fine. She calls later (10:30pm-ish) and says, "There's a show I want to go to in Temecula".
Yeah, right. There's nothing in Temecula. Maybe some cows. Plus, it's a 2 hour drive to get there. What kind of show is starting after midnight?! So I say "call Mom and ask". Mom, of course, says no. Sis is told to be home by midnight.
Midnight comes. No sis. Morning comes. No sis. I call Mom and Dad to report. At this point, her a** is grass.
Long story shorter, she still hasn't been home. Apparently she's been with abusive bf, who my parents have a restraining order against. It also comes to our attention that the guy the bf was living with is a drug dealer. The bf's dealer, among others, of course.
Gee, who'd have thought that a 20-year-old with two brand-new trucks and a boat and two gigantic rottweilers would be up to something illegal?
*rolls eyes*
I hope my sister's immense stupidity isn't the fault of bad DNA, as I come from the same parents.
Or so they tell me. I dont' think I can go on believing I'm related to this... this...
There are no words for that creature that are acceptable in polite society. I am without words, for once in my life.
*Happy dance*
Oct 3, 2004
Guess what the fiance found for me on ebay?!
A first edition Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency!
*snoopy dance*
Now good luck to me finding first editions of the Hitchhiker novels for my budding collection... *sigh*
Death to Austrian Bodybuilders who Govern California!
Sep 30, 2004
He vetoed the bill.
It was the first time a ferret legalization effort has made it far enough to matter. It made it through the assembly and the senate. It made it to his desk, and he had said he would support it. He told us he loved ferrets, and we supported his run for governor.
He vetoed it.
That dirty 
How dare he sell us out?!
Gmail invites available!
Sep 14, 2004
I've got six. Who wants one?
Now approaching CRITICAL MASS....
Sep 7, 2004
Today has been the most insanely bipolar day of my life.
First, I met KIEFER SUTHERLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the incredible TV series 24 and got his autograph.
Then, 100,000 people tried to come to the beach while I was working parking control. I got called a retard, among other things, and probably have about five complaints pending against me. 
Then, I almost had three 415's on my hands. That's code for a citizen attacking a police officer (among other things). 
Then, I got home to find out that my sister moved out of my parents house. 
Then, she moved back in.
Then, I found out that her little boyfriend tried to break down my parents' door and bashed their fence in. 
Then, I found out that she told my mother that she had an abortion a couple weeks ago. 
Then, I got A GMAIL ACCOUNT!!!!!!!!!!
This has been the best and worst day of my life, all in the last 11 hours.
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