Yearly : 2005

Dezzy: Inhaling.

I bought a Magic 8 Ball, and it has been telling me the secrets to the universe. So, apparently, I will be marrying Sean Bean in the near future – you are all invited, of course – Sean and I would not dream of having a wedding without inviting, just – everyone. Oh, go ahead: scoff. But I’ll have you all know that a very telling game of MASH followed that confirmed what the Magic 8 Ball said – so clearly, wedding bells are a-ringing.

Okay, so I’ve been a little bored at work. Or, rather, just frustrated. Although yesterday, the company’s accountant came in – and he is always a treat. :) He thinks my financial habits are not quite what they should be – I pay all my bills on time, withhold too much so I never owe, and give away too much money to tax-deductible causes – and we decided it would be a good thing if I started a cocaine farm somewhere to spice things up a little bit (with a high-class prostitution ring to follow, of course) and ended the morning discussing the merits of slinkies and magnet toys.

Also, a geek update: Last night our Monday night gang hit LBRS to finish up a key for one of our guys, and then we 4-manned through some of the instance before calling it. Turns out we are too l33t to be challenged by things like LBRS anymore, although my slovenly-but-loveable healing tactics did manage to kill us. A lot. ;)

After the group melted down from 5 to 3, Auntie Mal wandered off and got shot out of the cannon at the Darkmoon Faire and died, and then the mage and I converted to raid and hit the ‘Core – just the two of us. I mean, I’ve got AE fear and a bubble, and he’s a frost mage, so it was cake! We only wiped twice. I think our best strategy was dual-tanking (as we are tankable squishies) – but a word of caution to those that might launch a similar effort against the forces of fuzzy-flamey-giant: they are immune to fear. 38 other people wouldn’t have hurt either. A brief, explosive stint in Blackwing after that (I killed two 60+ elites!), and we called it a night.

Tonight, our guild returns to the lush, jungly temple of Zul’Gurub to attempt to move beyond Mandokir! I would like to announce – to the people who actually read the last two and a half paragraphs and understood the geek-speak – that despite the fact that our little guild (still little at 172 good friends and alts?) is not a largely uber guild, and we are not ass-jack power-gamers, we are solid. Most nights, we do not have the full 20 – and yet we beat Mandokir with 17, at the end of a very death-filled night, at probably 60% durability group-wide. We rock. :)

Alright. Apparently, I have work to go to. I will take screenies of our raid tonight. Nobody minds when the 2nd tier priestess mind-visions during the boss fights, right? ;)

Goooooobers, what a day.

I’m trying to relax by geeking out, but I tell ya: I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. I have been party to too much crap this week. Not all bad…just…FULL. OF. STUFF. I can’t have a single person ask me to do one more thing, or tell me one more thing, or ANYTHING. Just STOP! Stop – Stop.

I have a new Crichton book. My bills are paid. I am frustrated and burnt out, but I laughed today, even if it was frustrated, burnt-out laughter. I got to talk to Alexis. I am just tired.

To bed now.

sigh

“How are you today? I haven’t talked to you at all.”

No reply.

“Okay – don’t answer me.”

No reply.

“…or even look at me.”

No reply.

He walked out the door after that, not being one really to dwell on things like why his assistant isn’t paying attention to him. The reason was, of course, I was working, thanks very much. And, also, my iPod was on too loud in my other ear for me to hear what he was saying quickly enough. ;)

Yes – I love: my. iPod. Music, everywhere I go. It is not the world – but it is enough, on the hard days.

:)

Episode One: Today

Taking a break from the joy of paying and organizing bills.

Today, I asked two guys in the office to put together chairs for me. And they did it. ;) In my defense, I was wearing a dress, and I couldn’t very well be mucking about with screwdrivers and greasy chair parts, could I? That’s boy’s work!

Tee-hee! ;)

Episode Two: Yesterday, and Friday

Yesterday was a rough day. Boss Michael gave me a hug and asked if he needed to send me home. He did not. I worked the entire day, and went home and went to bed. At 7:30. Yesterday…was a rough day.

Today I came into the office, and he said, “Do I need to have someone’s ass kicked?”

That made me laugh. “No…but would you do it yourself?”

To which he replied, “Maybe not…but that guy could do it!”

That guy was one of my co-workers. He has the most stressful job in the office – and apparently, after work on Friday, he had an ‘altercation’ in the parking lot of a restaurant, and ended up beating the crap out of some other guy while the guy sat in his car. And then he called Michael, and said, “Hey, if I don’t come in on Monday, there’s a strong chance that I’ll be in jail.”

Ohhh, my.

Episode Three: Many Years Ago

One of my guildmates was telling a story about the time he was 15 years old and he and a friend of his thought it would be a good idea to steal pot from someone in Compton. They were unsuccessful (“It looked like the guy had just harvested, or something.”) – but even so, on the way home, they were pulled over by the cops. In the backseat of their car, they had bolt cutters, other pot-stealing paraphernelia, and also this (and I can only assume he had it back there because he is, himself, a rather raging shade of Irish):

Cops took one look at it and drew their guns. “What is that?”

To which my guildmate replied – voice quivering – “It’s an Irish walking stick, often used by leprechauns!”

The End

The world is full of loveable miscreants. :)

This one is going to get off her ass and run. Off I go.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I fell asleep in my clothes yesterday. Or, this morning. And I woke up, and had an extra hour. It’s AMAZING, the things that we become used to doing, that are absolutely strange.

It was a very social weekend. At least, for a non-social thing like I am. I won’t itemize too heavily, but maybe this list will clue in:

What Giang Ate On Saturday (in chronological order):
Bowl of Honey Bunches Of Oats: 1
Sumptuous Candies: ~ 15
Baby Carrots: 3 or 4
Screwdrivers: 2
Shot of Vodka: 1
Shot of Whisky (or Scotch, or possibly turpentine): 1
Shot of Rum: 1/2

It was a great party. I had a ton of fun, and only did really one thing I probably should not have done (but that was fun too…)

Sunday was Disneyland – with the old guildmates, and the current guildmates. Met lots of new-ish people, and it was…good, but tiring. I have a ‘morning after’ feeling today, and will attempt to go to work and hide myself from the world for as long as I can. It feels like ages since I’ve been there. Some people live like this every weekend. That’s amazing.

So – something that has been bouncing around in my head – is there such a thing as fate? When parsons ride down country rodes and spout useless facts to the people they meet, a young girl gets sent to the gallows for murder. Oh, stuff happens in between too. But the reckless simplicity of its start makes me think. Do we blame the parson, or is there some point at which she could have thrown up her hands and said, “Fuck this. You’re all crazy!”

Well, of course, we are not all Hardy heroines. And novels are fatalistic by nature. But really – is there any order in life? I really don’t know. I consider this because sometimes – oh, recently! – I am prompted to wonder about my own judgement. People with unwavering resolve need not comment – I am tired enough of people thinking they know what I should be doing and what is good for me. I know I’m not perfect, but I also know I’m not crazy. I’m not unreasonable, though sometimes I am weak. I’m not cruel. I’m not petty. My delivery is not perfect, but what I’m saying is sound. I have these things to my credit, like little white plumes. Therefore, I am solid.

It’s a mad world. Acutely aware of how important it is to have people for the giving and receiving of care, I love you all.

Happy Candy Begging. :)

I guess Scooter isn’t going to be trick or treating with the rest of the kids this Halloween.

(See, I’m aware! Done with that though – on to the important stuff.)

I’m a bad girl. Or rather, I’m a good girl: I enjoy making boys do things for me. I like watching them lift boxes and open doors and perform tasks that show off their manly musicles. No – I do not simply like this – I love this. It makes me feel wicked and girly, but I assure you – nobody would ever know it – requests are not accompanied by giggling or eye-batting – usually just a thanks and a faintly mordant banter. And – I never ask anyone to pick up something I could pick up by myself. My indulgence is not gratuitous. It’s just that I work in an office that is 75% male, and, you know…I use what corporate America has put at my disposal. ;)

I’m not shallow, really. I adore my co-workers, and I respect them. Mentally, as the Giang you all know and love – I could care less about their muscles. It’s that other Giang – the one that is all Clan-of-the-Cavebear, and could probably time down to the second how long it has been since she has been let out for fun – that does this. She is very naughty.

But like all very naughty things, she has her uses. };)

Which leads me to the promised List. You’ll get the gist of it…or you won’t. But here’s a hint: if you are thinking something inappropriate, you are heading down the right path. ;)

It’s been a little cold around here. Now, I know I don’t really know what cold is – I admit to being rather a sunny-hided creature – but all the same – it has been a little cold around here. I wake up in the morning and flail around for an extra blanket – however, the cat has taken to sleeping on the extra blanket, and as I’m afraid of her (she is grumpy in the morning), I just tuck in every bit of blanket I can and curl up like a little tequila worm. It seems pathetic, but I aspire to better things: someday, I will find a big strong man to steal blankets from. I shall do it, and shamelessly – like the ill-moralled hussy I am.

I have a plan.

Went to a concert, went to a movie, went to the doctor’s. Was involved in a flat-tire incident. Went to lunch with The Favorite, and found him a companionable companion. I think we’re the same, although probably, we have very little in common. Still, if people were magical organ-grinds with trillions of different musical notes inside of them, and you dropped a shiny new penny into our magical organs – even though his is all tatooed and alternative, and mine is curleycued and odd – I believe the same music would come out of both machines.

Today, a man called me twice on my cellphone asking for a Stephanie. He’d called last week, from a San Diego area code, and got my voicemail, which says, pretty clearly, a non-Stephanie name. He called me once during work, and I told him, once again, pretty clearly, that I Was Not Stephanie. And then, three hours later, he called me again, and said, “Yeah, hello, Stephanie?” What a daffy buck. I must admit, I was pretty peeved by the time I got that second call. If he calls me tomorrow, I’m going to tell him if I agree to be called Stephanie, he must submit to being called Jorge, or it is over between us forever.

The moral of the story, of course, is not to call me Stephanie. Or Al. I can be Betty though. Betty is okay.

* cackle *

Godfather Movies Watched: 1/10 of 1/3 movies. (I got just past the horse head.)

Other Movies Watched: The Best Years of Our Lives (1946), The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947), Random Harvest (1942), Brief Encounter (1945), Born Yesterday (1950), Mr. Deeds Goes To Town (1936)

Books Read (Finished!): Hoot by Carl Hiassen, and Shattered Silk by Barbara Michaels

Levels Gained: 2.5

Natures of the Universe Pondered: 1.0

Hrm. ;)