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amphetemine.

king of the night time world.

in the garden.

the morning after.

the hindu times.

girls lie.

road trip.

lab rat.

past time i'd say.

-July 10, 2005 - 1:30 am-

spoiler whores unite!

no really. seriously. spoil me. I REALLY don't care!

it has never ruined my enjoyment to know little details of a book or movie before I read it. never. and i've been a spoiler whore for YEARS. I always actively go out looking for spoilers as soon as they're available.

So, don't go out and ruin it for other people, but spoil ME all you want.

<3

mood - amused
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-July 9, 2005 - 12:10 am-


fucking cramps omfg

i rarely get them, so I reserve the right to whine like a (admittedly, foul-mouthed) baby when i do.
so there.

*cries*


ETA: Apparently Hurricane Dennis is gonna blow me. And not in the good way. So if I disappear (how could you tell?), my power probably went out again. I'll be back eventually.

mood - ow
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-July 8, 2005 - 8:58 am-


My mother had her "surgery" for the kidney stones yesterday. I put that in quotes only because they don't even cut you open, anymore. They do sonic barrage, to break them up, instead. We were in and out of Tampa General in less than four hours, including the two hours we had to wait before they even took her back.
After they knocked her out, I went downstairs to McDonalds, had a fruit and walnut salad (surprisingly awesome, btw), and a cigarette out on the patio. then went back upstairs and she was already in recovery.

The truly interesting part of the day was that not a single person came up to ask me about my knitting this time. Usually I get random people wandering up to tell me all about their knitting, or their grandmother who knits, or something. I was actually expecting it, and was surprised not to have it happen.

Instead I got interrupted while I was reading out on the patio as I ate my salad.
See, I was giggling. Uncontrollably, at the book I was reading. It's Adam Copeland's autobiography. For those who wouldn't know, or care, he's a wrestler. Edge from the WWE. Another one of those long-haired blonde Canadian ones that I've always been so very fond of looking at. (Although, I WILL admit I like Christian better WITHOUT the long blonde hair...)

He has some extremely funny road stories, and a wonderful way of turning a phrase.
One story in particular I almost feel as if I was there for, since I sorta watched it unfold from my home computer.

They were all stuck in Baltimore by the Blizzard of January 2000. He, Christian, and Chris Jericho went out to dinner and apparently got drunk on girly wine. Then went to hang out at the hotel of Matt and Jeff Hardy, Lita, and a couple other people. Who had apparently also gotten into the girly wine that evening, as they were just as toasted. It became a regular party with hijinks galore.

(and TRUST me. Wrestlers know hijinks. Remind me to tell the one about Sandman streaking the hotel parking lot after an indy show in Ft Lauderdale one day... Or maybe the one where I ate my entire dinner whilst perched on New Jack's knee, after another indy show here in Tampa. Hey, I wasn't scared of him. Everyone else was, but he actually liked ME. :-P)

THEIR hijinks included, amongst others, a mass exodus out of the second floor window into a 3 foot snowbank, where they proceeded to wrestle half clothed in a blizzard for nearly an hour before trooping back inside to warm up, and (HERE'S where I come in...) then they decided to share their fun with the rest of the world.
By posting the story to the Hardys' official message board, which myself and their webmaster happened to be in charge of at the time, and had to approve all the posts for. So there I was, up late with my perpetual insomnia, and suddenly the bulk of my favorite wrestlers are quite obviously drunk-posting to the message board I run.
We would finish approving one post, and the next would suddenly appear in the queue. They weren't in much shape to post anything beyond "hi! We're stuck in the blizzard of the century, so to pass the time we jumped out a window! Hope you're all having as much fun as we are!" Which was amusing enough, as it was.
I wound up approving some hilarious posts from Matt, Jeff, Christian, and I think it was Joey Matthews, before I assume they all passed out, froze, or the party finally broke up.

Anyway, the point is, I was reading about this in Edge's book on the patio of the hospital, giggling uncontrollably at hearing about it from yet another perspective. Only in far more hilarious detail. When I was interrupted by a doctor, who came over to find out what I was reading that had me laughing. I told him, and we wound up having a 15 minute conversation about wrestling in general, and the book in particular. Which he'd read twice. You heard that right. The DOCTOR (He was an Orthopedic Surgeon, and in his 40's, for god's sake!) was a wrestling fan, and had read Edge's book more than once. I feel a bit vindicated, now. Seriously. lol

Anyway. After he had to leave, I went back upstairs, and my mother was already finished. Half an hour later we were out of there. We came home, I cooked her a steak for dinner, and all was well. She doesn't even have a bruise this morning.

All in all it was a more interesting day than I've had in quite some time.

mood - relaxed
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-June 30, 2005 - 5:52 pm-


Well, I'm not quite sure how it turned out looking like a Valentine's Day Theme... I may have to work on the colors again, later.
But there we go. New and improved journal layout. http://melody2tds.livejournal.com/
Only took me an hour start to finish. I'm getting better.

mood - accomplished
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-June 30, 2005 - 2:45 pm-


I seem to have passed 10,000 hits to my journal at some point in the last week.
Frankly, I'm completely amazed at that. Right now, I'm probably the LEAST interesting person in the universe. What the hell do you all see in me?

However, in honor of hitting the 10k mark, I think I shall change my layout tonight. I have no clue what theme I'm going to use. I'll have to go through my pic collection and find something interesting.

<3

mood - nostalgic
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-June 28, 2005 - 5:01 pm-

snagged from bianca:

Your Slanguage Profile

Canadian Slang: 75%
Aussie Slang: 50%
British Slang: 50%
New England Slang: 50%
Southern Slang: 25%
Victorian Slang: 25%
Prison Slang: 0%




Brit and to a lesser degree Aussie slang I get, with my grandmother around for my formative years. But where the hell did that Canadian result come from? I grew up in Florida for god's sake! Maybe the snowbirds are taking over my brain...
Not to mention I'm the only person I've seen do one of these who DIDN'T get at least 25% for prison slang. Did I miss some sort of trend involving hanging out with ex-cons, or something.?

mood - amused
2 where we are || tell me
-June 12, 2005 - 2:59 pm-


I've come to two conclusions, that I thought I'd share with everyone. Actually, I just felt like letting everyone know that I'm alive, and now have a working keyboard again. ;D

First, I never should have let my personal issues with wrestlers out-weigh my enjoyment of wrestling it's self. None of the ones that have heat with me will ever make it anywhere close to the big time. So why shouldn't I let myself enjoy watching the ones who ARE good enough to entertain me? Because they DO entertain me. I still LOVE wrestling. From day one, the first time I caught a WWF match on late-night TV, I've been enthralled by it. To the point that I actually went out there and found a way to get myself trained, so that I could try to learn more about this thing that fascinated me so much.

Not to say that I was actually any good. Or that I didn't make what was obviously, in retrospect, a monumentally bad choice in groups to get involved with. I think there was a reason beyond my own control issues, that i couldn't bring myself to trust the people I was working with enough to learn much from them. Barring MAYBE one or two people, I turned out to be completely RIGHT in not trusting them.

Despite all that, the fact is, I ENJOYED it. Even when I was slamming my head into the mat 20 times a night before I had enough strength in my neck to tuck my chin properly, being tossed around like a rag-doll by guys twice, sometimes three times my size, having my finger (yes, the one with the tumor, though I didn't know that's what it was at the time.) stepped on hard enough for me to scream, or doing something to my groin muscle that had me in bed for a week, and still causes me random problems to this day... I still reveled in every minute of the time I spent in that crappy little ring.

For me. Sports hating. Singing, acting, but dont even TRY to get me dancing, because I don't do sweat unless it's in a tanning bed, Tiffani? Admitting to enjoying something athletic?

I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few pigs hovering like hummingbirds outside my window right now.

The fact remains, that it called to me. Almost as strongly as acting has called me all my life.
I somehow let myself forget that over the years. Not any more. I'm going to let myself enjoy it again. I think I might even look into training again. If nothing else it'll get me out of the house. Maybe I can find out once and for all if I actually have any talent lurking under the control issues.

Besides, I used to have SO much more fun when I was into wrestling...


And two. Apparently my paid account expired, and I need to move my LJ graphics. (That's not a hint, James. Buy Drew a toy, or something. I don't need extra icons, I'm quite happy with the three I have. But I know you, so thank you for considering it again for that split second.)
Strangely enough, my upload-it account still works, even though it expired back in Feb. Awfully nice of them to give me free storage space. So I might as well make use of it.

ETA: well, fuck me. I completely forgot that I can't edit my journal's layout if I'm not a paid member. So, since i was using LJ's storage feature to hold my journal graphics, they're now dead, and I cant fix them, unless I pay for my account again, in which case they'll be working again anyway. dammit.
Stupid LJ.

mood - determined
2 where we are || tell me
-June 8, 2005 - 1:22 pm-

gimme an A

I must tell everyone...

my keybord is screwed up. I spilled coffee on it. cn you tell wht one letter is no longer working?

i'll give you hint. I hd to copy nd pste for the subject line.

goddmmit why couldn't it be the Q?

mood - aggravated
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-June 4, 2005 - 4:01 pm-


anyone else having trouble with Gmail, or is it just me it hates?

oh and: GIP. appropriate, I think.

mood - annoyed
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-May 14, 2005 - 11:15 pm-

HELP!!!

does anyone know why my mother's computer would play the music and soundtrack for a DVD, without playing the voices properly?

It's driving me insane. I can hear everything clearly, except for the actor's voices.
It's telling me that everythign is fine, and i'm not getting any error messages. I've checked the settings, updated the driver for my sound device... everything I could think of, and i cant seem to figure it out. I don't even know what the problem is, so i don't even know where to look for help.

anyone have this problem before?

mood - tearing out my hair
7 where we are || tell me
-May 13, 2005 - 8:44 pm-


how come i never saw this version (spoiler warning, of course) of the HBP covers? It's the deluxe box. Another interesting illustration...

mood - pleased
2 where we are || tell me
-May 13, 2005 - 7:22 pm-

Found it!

=D

My mother remembered the name. After I managed to remember that it started with an 'E'. Although I was leaning toward something resembling "Evolution". Anyway...



I'm going to start looking for a copy locally, then I'm going to order it. I highly reccommend it if you like sci-fi. even if it will be a bit out of date, nowadays.

mood - bouncy
6 where we are || tell me
-May 13, 2005 - 11:18 am-


I'm appealing to the Lit-philes on my list for help. In two capacities.

First, I want to catch up on my classic lit reading. I was the girl in school, who was always reading SOMETHING, but rarely was it assigned to me by my english teacher. I skated by in all my classes based on my capacity for believable bullshit, and tended not to get my reading lists completed. I learned to wing it on essays and exams quite early.
Lately i find myself regretting that. So if anyone would like to rec me their favorite HS and college assigned reading, I would be very grateful.

Second, I'm looking for a book. A particular book that I haven't read in at least 10 years. It was my mother's, and has since disappeared from the house into the ether. As many of our favorite books tend to do when my grandmother does spring and fall cleaning. (and people wonder why I leave my clothes everywhere. It keeps her from wandering in to pick things up and misplace them. She's afraid to trip over a stray bra.) anyway....

This book, which neither my mother nor I can currently remember the title of, was from the POV of a brilliant teenage girl, who's father was somehow involved in nuclear research. He got a warning to her just in time for her to be saved from a nuclear holocaust of epic proportions. But she was left alone, with only her highly intelligent Hyacinth Macaw for company. Most of the story is her journey across the US, in an attempt to find him after the fallout had cleared. That's pretty much all I can remember of the story, at this late date. But, despite it's rather far fetched plot, I recall it being exceedingly well written.

I've been trying to remember the author or the title for months now, because I want to attempt to find another copy of it. I can even remember the cover art, it was a long-shot of the girl, walking down an empty highway with the huge blue macaw either on her shoulder, or flying just above her, but the title completely escapes me.

Does it ring a bell with any of you?

mood - curious
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-April 30, 2005 - 2:45 am-


For the last week or so, I've been getting around 40 hits a day here. a jump of roughly...well. 39. lol
Since i haven't been posting, I'm curious as to where people are coming from all of a sudden.

So, if you've just wandered in, and notice this post, would you mind commenting to let me know where you linked from?

mood - curious
8 where we are || tell me
-April 12, 2005 - 9:45 pm-


You know, I'm so glad that I've made it a point to always talk about Diabetes and Hypoglycemia with my grandmother. We've had long conversations about the various ways it affects your life, how it works, and how to take care of yourself.
Because now, how much I know about it is so ingrained on her mind, that even when her blood sugar is so low that she thinks that she's late for dinner with my grandfather (who's been dead for over 20 years), and she doesn't even have the control over her own body to sit up by herself, she STILL listens to me.
All I have to say is "Gran, aren't I ALWAYS right about this?", and she'll ponder that for a moment or two, then say "Yes." and start eating and drinking whatever I give her.
It's not logic. She's not capable of logic when she's that far into it. Sometimes she doesn't even rocognise who I am, but she still listens. It's reflex, and trust. Somewhere in her mind, she knows that I know what I'm talking about, so she listens to me.

The problem with that is that I'm not always going to be living here. I don't WANT to always be living here. I want a place of my own, and I intend to get one as soon as possible. Which would leave my mother alone here with her.
My mother does NOT have the knowledge that I have about this, and my grandmother knows that. She's also never been able to stand up to people in any way. A diabetic in insulin shock is NOT the easiest person to deal with. Think of the most spoiled 3 year old you've ever met, having a tantrum, multiply that by 10, and you have my grandmother in insulin shock. All the way down to the hitting, spitting, screaming, breath-holding, and flailing. It is NOT easy, it is NOT fun, and sometimes it's scary as hell.
I don't think I've ever seen my mother handle one of her BAD insulin reactions by herself. She always has to come get me, so that I can do it. I'm the one with the forceful personality. I'm just more STUBBORN than my grandmother is, so i always win. My mother doesn't.
I've never seen her win.

And that scares me more than the worst of my grandmothers reactions.

mood - stressed
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-April 8, 2005 - 5:29 pm-


for once in my life, i may ACTUALLY finish something!
I've been working on the same scarf since mid-december. now, don't get me wrong, I've actually ripped the knitting out and restarted it several times. So it's not actually the SAME scarf. For some reason, i decided to use a very difficult yarn to start with. It's a very soft boucle yarn. Which for non-knitters, means that it's loopy. Has bits sticking out all over, making it harder to work with than a smooth yarn. But the way it knits up is awesome. very cuddly. Exactly the type of thing you want around your face. So it's worth the pain of basically learning to knit with it.
I've had to change the pattern a few times, and screwed up and needed to redo several more.
BUT, since last weekend, i've been working on the one that finally seems to work, with no mistakes. Every night. for at least 3 hours, while I watch TV. one night, i think i actually worked on it for at least 8 hours without stopping, without even realising I was doing it. and I should have it done by the end of the weekend. I have about a foot to go, but I'm a beginner, and thus a relativly slow knitter. So a couple more days should do it.
But I'm VERY proud of myself. I'll have to borrow or beg a digicam from somewhere or other, and post a pic next week, or something.

Other than that, nothing much is happening. I'm waiting for my tax refund to arrive, before I can get much more done with anything else that's happening in my life.

ETA: actually, I'm done! That was a lot faster than I'd figured on... what to do next?

mood - accomplished
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-March 8, 2005 - 8:00 am-

HP: HBP cover art...

they're GORGEOUS!

American:Collapse )

Brit Child:Collapse )

And my personal favorite, the Brit Adult version:Collapse )

The first one i dug up myself, the brit versions are courtesy of: The Leaky Cauldron

mood - bouncy
51 where we are || tell me
-March 4, 2005 - 3:07 pm-


HELP!
i need a gmail invite. I'm cancelling my aol account today, and i'll be without email unless i can get something set up before i do it.
can anyone help me out?


All set! Thanks Bobbi!
if anyone needs me i'm now at Melody2tds(at)Gmail(dot)com

mood - dorky
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-February 12, 2005 - 8:31 am-

stole both these from piratesorka...

This one doesn't surprise me in the least. Since i'm pretty much your ideal gemini. I'm all air signs for most of my chart, with a leo thrown in here and there to make me conceited about it...lol:
Discover your Zodiac Personality
Discover your Zodiac Personality @ Quiz Me


You bold that which you have done:

cooked a meal for someone special
Walked in the moonlight with someone I love

been skiing
Shown someone Orion's belt, the Pleiedes and the rest of the northern sky at night.
Ridden a horse
paddled a canoe

done a long distance hike in the wild on my own.
been up in the mountains somewhere
been on a ship at sea
flown in an aircraft
seen a rare bird in the wild

frolicked naked on a nudist beach
tried Morris dancing
tried limbo dancing
been propositioned by someone attractive and said 'no'
been propositioned by someone attractive and said 'yes'

Flown a falcon from my wrist
seen something so wierd I can't explain it.
been to a seance
Been in a full blown fist fight.

been baton charged by riot cops in full armour.
been married
Been divorced
caught a thief.
been to a prehistoric site
Been on TV

been on a jury
sneaked into somewhere that I was not officially allowed to be
been in the newspapers.
been fired from my job

won a quiz game
made a speech in front of a crowd of strangers
eaten a fish I caught myself.

been to another country
held a conversation in another language, with someone from another country. (with difficulty, but yes)
met an LJ friend in RL.
Met someone famous



also, my mother caught a cold. then gave it to me. so now i'm sick AGAIN... I can't get a freaking break, can i?

mood - sick AGAIN dammit
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-January 22, 2005 - 7:53 pm-


so... i get over my cold/flu/whateverthefuckihadallweek.
have one day of relative health.
and come down with food poisoning.
from my own spaghetti.

it's my own fault for not double checking the label on the sauce, and the ingredients on the italian sausage. both of which apparently included bell peppers in the ingredients. (WHY would someone put BELL PEPPERS in sausage?!? fuckers.) So, i got a double dose of bell peppers, on top of the tomatoes in the sauce. if it were just the tomatoes i could have handled it. as it is i've been in massive amounts of pain, with nausea like you wouldn't believe since yesterday evening. Until i started to get hives, and went back and checked, i honestly thought i might have appendicitis. pain liek wo, is an understatement. multiply my worst pain till now (a tie between breaking my nose and pulling my groin really badly. both while wrestling a couple years ago.) by about 20, and that's where i was.
anyway. still tired, weak, and nauseous. but the hives are gone, and the pain has dulled considerably.
and i'm going back to bed for a few days.

mood - sick
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