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Michelle Trachtenberg Daily
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[07 Oct 2008|06:33am] |
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This is not my week and it's only, barely, Tuesday. I get back into AG and what do they do? "Archive" Sam and Nellie. So. Hmm. I'm torn. I could, in theory I suppose, return Ruthie and snag a Nellie or Sam's stuff if they'd let me.
Or I can just hope that my itty bit of OT this week will allow me to snag anything I want.
Or suck it up and move on.
OR beg shamelessly for mismas presents from people.
I need to go see if Widge is awake.
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| Starting out |
[07 Oct 2008|04:57am] |
The day should be a sunny and cool one.
Yesterday was a bit of a drag. I got into work and started my experiments right away. I wanted to get them out of the way. I ran into one small problem. I ran out of cells for a couple sample setups. ARRRGH! I had to kind of fudge things.. kind of but hope it won't matter too much. Both experiments should be just fine though. I just have to make sure not to come up short anymore. I will have to grow more cells for next week's experiment. Urrh
The who process took only a couple hours so it was cool. I was rather tired for some reason. I went to bed at around my usual time so I don't know what happened. Maybe my shoulder pain didn't help.Restless sleep....
I took a walk around town and took in some sun. It felt good. The temps were pretty cool but the sun did help warm me up.
In the afternoon, I totally felt tired again. My mind kind of shutdown. Good thing I had no work to do but geez.
Things were certainly more quiet without my Japanese coworker to chat with too. Kind of sad..
Last night I watched the Red Sox win the series over the Angels! It was way too close. heh Lester was amazing. Jason Bay and Jed Lowrie come through to score the winning run! Bring on the Rays!
Today, I have nothing really planned. I have to do some minor setups for the experiment I was talking about earlier but it won't take long.
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[06 Oct 2008|06:59pm] |
So. I don't RP for various reasons, the least of which is that I have a God complex. I would want to control every damn thing and this, my friends, is bad form. You either get the hell over that or you don't RP. You write fiction instead. Along those same lines, if you have two sides taking part in a battle royale, you can't stack the deck. You cannot have one side get away with murder or simply have more power going against the little guy if you have any hope whatsoever of having the little guy find this fun. When you were little, didn't you try this crap with "Let's pretend"? My brother and I each got a stern talking to about how if you want someone else to play with you, you can't just automatically make all the rules to suit your needs. The other person gets so fed up with this that they will not play with you anymore. It's why you don't have five year old competing with fifteen year olds. It. Isn't. Balanced.
But the single most ridiculous thing I've read all day, and I did read some of my Sweet Valley collection as well as old Teen magazines: How dare you claim I am being biased toward my own side?
Would anyone care to poke that with a ten-foot pole to see what is ever so amusing? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Bah. Back to hissing internally anytime this is mentioned, I suppose.
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| ohmylord, why? |
[06 Oct 2008|02:14pm] |
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...the cat puked on my keyboard.
There are not words to describe the EW factor. I just thought I'd share. That is all.
no love,
me.
damn you, heidi.
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| says it all... |
[06 Oct 2008|09:11am] |
source
Non-sequitur
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[06 Oct 2008|04:58am] |
The day should be another cool and cloudy one.
Happy Birthday ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) snorodent
Yesterday was a near non-spectacular day. I woke up with minor pain in my shoulder. Thanks to the miracles of icy hot, I think I found a way to neutralize my pain if only for a little bit. I do smell like ointment though. Ugggh. I guess its the price I pay. Of course I also bought a heating pad but I'll hold off on it unless the icy hot doesn't work. I do hope I only need to use this stuff for a little bit and not long term.
I still worked out. I made sure to use less weight on my arm so as to not make things worse. I took a week off of working out. That should of been more than enough to heal up. Umm yea. After working out, I did feel pretty good. My pain was still there but very minimal. Maybe working out did help loosen up the muscles.
It was rather cool outside so I wasn't too keen on doing anything outside.
I watched some football and did some work on my computer as well. All good stuff. The Pats had a solid win over the 49ners. Gotta love a bounce back win.
Today, I've got a pile of work to do but it shouldn't take me all day. I hope....
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[06 Oct 2008|09:03am] |
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http://community.livejournal.com/_psc_/272330.html
&25 for a fucking poster???
O____o
Seriously... if you print that poster yourself, same size, in a store or something... you can get this poster 25x for $25.
People are seriously fucking nuts that they're asking that for a piece of paper. I mean... of $25 you can buy a cd!
XD
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| Cleaning can kiss my ass |
[05 Oct 2008|03:20pm] |
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I have lost the will to clean. This happens every so often. In fact, it happens well before I start to clean. But nooooo. I have to go and outfox myself by blocking all the exits and putting stuff on my bed so that the only alternative to cleaning is to just die right there in the middle of a giant mess.
I seriously considered that route. Oh, sure, it would be embarrassing to be found surrounded by old issues of craptacular things like Bop and Teen Beat or something, but they're seriously old. Like, 1996/1997 old. In my defense, they were bought for my Spice Girls/Savage Garden obsessions. Not that this helps much. Anyway, I was flipping through to make sure my much younger self hadn't missed any SG goodness. Mostly I hadn't. I also found old Jensen goodies [yay!] and the occasional thing worth a giggle. Like a 22 year old Ryan Seacrest getting a mention. Or Kara's Flowers, y'know, that thing prior to Maroon 5. Or Kula Shaker. Or... nine thousand billion pages of Hanson, the boys from Home Improvement, the cast of Boy Meets World [well, everyone but the boy in question, actually] and appromixately 27 issued devoted to either Hanoen/Wild America or whatever the hell it was called that starred JTT and um, that creepy guy who got busted having sex with his underage cousin. Yeah. Oh, and the Leo love kind of appears about that time, what with Romeo + Juliet and Titanic...
Still, interesting to see the people they kept hoping would be the next Big Thing and those that actually survived the 90's. Ah, memories!
Anyway if you've got some serious need for any of that, lemme know. Otherwise that part of my past gets eaten by the recycling guys on Tuesday.
Yeah, that took for fucking ever. But the insane part of me won't let me totally get rid of that crap until I go over each and every tattered mag. Why? WHY?
I found the remnants of Ponytopia, and a Troll doll in freakishly good shape. o_O Though I do wonder when exactly I wanted a pretty pink ballerina? Maybe she was a gift? *muse* I also resisted the urge to read most of my really old emails [I used to print them out like craaaaaazy] and letters, so yay me! Also got rid of the clothes I can't wear/won't wear/haven't worn in so long I do not remember what possessed me to buy three identical black shirts to begin with.
However, I've eaten now and my back doesn't hurt quite so much, so I shall return to my hell-pit and attempt to move stuff around until I can find my bed. If I'm lucky, it'll be a short little nap.
Wish me luck?
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| comics |
[05 Oct 2008|08:33am] |
( one more )
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| so funny, if it weren't true.... |
[05 Oct 2008|07:55am] |
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| can't they make a Zyban for this?!? |
[05 Oct 2008|12:10am] |
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Argh! All those years of suffering thru dial-up...Finally got a cable
modem, free-time, and a computer capable enough to enjoy it--And frikkin
C_mcast caps my usage!
( Read more... )
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| Saturday |
[05 Oct 2008|12:53am] |
The day should be a cool and sunny one.
Yesterday was a sad and quiet day. I got up with a fair amount of pain in my shoulder. It was shocking. Maybe it was the cold temps or something. It did go away a bit once I started moving my shoulder. Uggh
It just put a sour note for the rest of the day.
My neighbor who had a stroke last week passed away. It was not really a shock but it was still sad. She had gone through a lot health-wise. So I suppose her pain is over now. Her partner was kind of hysterical. Totally understandable. I wonder what she'll do now. She has a big house to herself. hmm
I mowed the lawn. The temps were cool so I had to wear a coat. It was weird but I felt a bit rundown while mowing. I think it didn't help that I hadn't worked out all week. I'll have to get to working out.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching football. And napping. smirks
Today, I'm not sure what I have planned other than doing some chores.
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[04 Oct 2008|04:33pm] |
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I would like to say that you wouldn't think there'd be a huge difference in working nine hours compared to working eight hours. You would be so wrong, it'd be funny. What kills me is the knowledge that I used to do this every day [for a month once!] and it didn't bother me all that much. But I guess at the gas station where I could sit my ass down for hours on end and only had to walk around a postage stamp sized store [okay, and to and from the store itself] and, oh, being younger and smaller had much to do with this.
Yeah, last night I damn near died of boredom. I do not understand the need to shop at a drugstore n the middle of the night. I... just don't. I understand the people who are sick and need their meds or whatever. I understand the parents who rush in just before midnight because their kid just told them about some important project due the next day. I understand tourists who just realized they forgot their toothbrush. That also sort of goes for the people who are doing the obvious booty calls. I love those, actually, especially when they don't think you know why they're in at 2am buying a mini toothbrush, some mouthwash, and the mini deodorant. Usually there's another clue, like, I dunno, the nervous gigglyness of your average girl-type. Again, obviously other clues factor in to this, but I'm hungry and my brain ain't working at full speed at the moment.
I'm reading my way through the American Girl books. For the most part this involves re-reading, like Kirsten's series [geez, everything that could wrong did go wrong for that girl, huh? Short of killing an actual family member, where she goes, death follows. Ditto for Kaya. I'm thinking not such a coincidence they share the same author.] but some of the books are new to me as they appeared after I outgrew AG. Like Kaya. Most of Kit's books. Any of the best friends books. Currently the heiarchy of the best friends books goes like this:
1. Ruthie
2. Nellie
3. Elizabeth
Poor Elizabeth suffers through what we call really frickin' ugly artwork. At least Nellie's questionable artiste made me think Samantha occasionally looked like a very young Tim Curry for some odd-ass reason.
This morning my mother sent me into Publix. Alone. *gasps in horror* Normally this wouldn't be worth a mention at all, as I frequently go there after work as it is my preferred grocery store of choice. Clean! No frickin' card needed! Nifty magazines, but I think they need a new magazine person because they're failing with this lately! My tortellini! Tori music! Oh, and occasionally there's cake. You cannot underestimate the power of the Publix cake. Anyway, no, I'd forgotten that I am not allowed in stores during the month of October because my brain sees a sea of orange and black and I seriously consider, if only for a moment, not buying any of the food we might actually need and instead stocking up on pumpkins and decorations.
I bought cookie cutters instead. Mostly because around Ari's birthday I plan on attempting to make a monster cake of DOOM. If I fail in a spectacular enough fashion, I will share pictures. Ditto if I actually pull it off.
And if it's pretty and edible, I will resist the urge to find the boy's girlfriend and shriek "In your face!" Because I still think she's trying to poison me. I am that paranoid.
Speaking of ill, you know what's not fun? Waking up, standing up, and about three steps into your long trek across the room you have to clean over the weekend you realize you feel like you're going to die. The feeling actually gets worse as you continue the trek, do your morning rituals at 10-something at night, and wander downstairs. Still. Feel. Like. Crap. Can't call out because someone's on vacation they didn't even ask for and... can't call out.
I felt like crap until 2am.
Your job, should you choose to accept it or not, is to bug me tomorrow evening and ask how the cleaning of Bob's room went. I figure if I clean out Bob's room and make it neat again, I can put the extra Pullip boxes in there as well as other crap which will free up my actual room. Sooner or later I'll clean the bathroom, but this is not that time. The current plan is to make sure I have a clear walkway to Bob's room, and then start on the left and circle my way around. It doesn't make a huge difference, but this way I only have to deal with the Bratz display at the end instead of trying to figure out where to put it at the beginning of my mad march towards CLEAN.
Then you are to tell me to get the hell off the computer and go watch [and return] my damn Netflix movies. And make my Halloween lantern because this is the merry month of Halloween!
God, I'm hungry.
Oh, and evidentally the SATs were today. To all those suckers who must endure such hardship, I point and laugh. And encourage anyone else to share their tale of woe.
I think I took the SAT twice. I'm not entirely sure about that, though because the only thing I remember about the first one is that I was in middle school and at Bishop England for the test and there was serious confusion after the test as to how I was to get home. I stood outside for two hours until I hiked to a pay phone and called and asked if my parents had forgotten they had a daughter. My mother went with the, "You were supposed to call when you were done!" thing. I... pointed out that even had I been done six hours before everyone else, I could not have left early and everyone else's parents got there on time and oh how I cried because I sucked so bad at the math. 8th grade, I'm thinking. Maybe, maybe, maybe 7th. Thing is, I can't really figure out why they'd make us take it early, even as a Smart Kid thing. I'd assume it was the pre-SAT if not for the fact that they gave us that in class. I've got a trophy for that.
So. Yes. The second go round was less drama filled and I don't remember much other than thinking, "Ohshit. Shoulda actually studied." I don't recall having done fantastically on that one and I never did find out the first results, I don't think. Had I not been ready to bolt from the educational system at that point, I would have taken them again and studied. As it was, I think they were fairly close to someone I love [theirs were higher] and they were freaking out about how stupid they were and how they had to study and take them AGAIN and all I could think was, "yeah, no thanks." By that point even my competitive nature in all things graded had died.
Never did understand the competitive graded thing. I almost never ever actually came out on top. I kept picking people smarter/better/more well loved than I to compete against. Which, in retrospect does make you work your ass off in the hopes that today will be the day you leave them in your dust, but mostly it was setting myself up for failure. If one can consider decent grades for however many years failure.
But yeah, when I realized I was competing with someone who could whip out something so perfect that teachers were left speechless with joy the morning the assignment was due, I kinda died a little.
This tangent brought to you by parents buying their children's calculators AAA batteries in bulk. And the number 2 pencil.
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| April Showers bring may flowers, i have seen rain before. but if sunday morning brings that sun in.. |
[04 Oct 2008|11:28am] |
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I'm coming down with something which is so not cool and i had to cancel my date which honestly, was okay cause i'm not sure i'm really feeling him. We'll see. I had a test, a specch, and a midterm all in the week--so it was quite a bit stressful and i'm so glad it's over. I love to have a day off and relax but when I actually spend the day doing nothing then i feel guilty cause i didn't do anything, but since i'm sick I probably should just lay around and do nothing. I'm having a serious Spring Awakening obsession revival. I'm so excited to finally see the Spring Awakening tour..too bad it's like a million months away and rachel and I have to drive at least 8 hours to get there. But honestly it all will be worth it with the first notes of Mama Who Bore Me. BTW, have I ever mentioned my crazy love for Flamin' Hot Cheetos? I will eat them until I cry...and then eat some more!
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| The Sarah Palin Debate Recap |
[04 Oct 2008|11:24am] |
smirks
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[04 Oct 2008|12:37am] |
The day should be a cool and sunny one.
Yesterday was another odd day for some reason. I really didn't have much planned. The whole work day was a huge blowoff one. GRIN
My last day for my coworker was hohmm. He finished analyzing some data and my Boss went over the data. My Boss also cleared out some stuff from the lab computer. He's always had problems finding data from ex-post-docs so this time he wanted to get the stuff he wanted onto disc.
I did so some prep work for Monday. I plan on running two experiments. I'll be busy next week.
We went to an Irish pub for lunch. It was fun. My coworker wanted a hamburger. Apparently they don't have any good ones in Japan. heh. Everyone got hamburgers except for me. I got a chicken pot pie. Oops. It was pretty good though it was basically a chicken stew with puff pastry stuck on top. Urrh. There was no flaky crust. sigh. I should of gotten the Sheppard's Pie instead.
I got home and saw that my brother and his family was visiting. How odd. He hadn't mentioned anything about coming over but he never tells me. It was nice to see my niece again. Its to see her growing. I had worried that she wouldn't grow. heh I guess things were pretty civil between my brother and my folks. It was just one of those things.
Today, I've got some yard work to do.
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Added in the future
WTF?
ROFLMAO
XDDD
That is genius, deviantART. Seriously. Fucking. Genius.
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