Jun. 23rd, 2008 03:20 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (toby hates you)

Just, y'know, FYI.

This post brought to you by the $140 it cost me to pack and ship a fucking white painting with a sharpie-drawn skier. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that's a good deal more than the entire set/props budget for the show I snagged it from. Goddamn it. AND I had to pack it myself, and haul its heavy ass five blocks to the UPS store all by my lonesome self. OW MY WRISTS.

Oh, right, and now I have to pack all the rest of my crap, and pray I can find someone to buy my bed and microwave while I'm at it. And I hope to god what's left over fits in my two large suitcases, or I will have to ship MORE crap for ungodly amounts of money.

Yeah, I might be just a little bit cranky right now.


Apr. 11th, 2008 12:42 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (gullet time!)
I'm really, really hungry. Normally, I go to lunch around 12:30 or 1ish, whenever my supervisor gets back from hers (we're a bit shortstaffed on admin, we try not to overlap each other too much). But she's only just leaving for lunch NOW, and she usually takes the full hour, so now I probably have to hold off until she gets back. So no lunch for me until nearly 2pm. Goddamnit.

Man, I really wish she'd told me she was taking lunch late today, so I could've gone earlier. I'm really fucking hungry right now.


Mar. 21st, 2008 10:29 am
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (mutant enemy!)
It's snowing.

A lot.


I just had a phone interview for a position in D.C., and let me tell you, moving to Washington has never sounded so good. I know it's not quite southern, but it's still a heck of a lot warmer than this dratted town!

And I had a ton of errands I needed to run today. Plus the water in my apartment building is off from 10am-3pm for maintenance work. Argh.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (bad day)
Wow, nothing starts the day out right like some asshole yelling at me over the phone and basically calling me an idiot. And all I did was pass on, verbatim, information that was given to me! Under further investigation (after I'd passed him on to someone else), I found that the person I'd asked for help had misunderstood my question and given me the wrong set of info (clearing codes instead of futures symbols), so I had in fact told the guy something stupid, but jesus christ. What a fucking jerk. If he'd just said, y'know, that doesn't sound quite right, could you doublecheck that, I'd have been able to correct the error, but instead he completely berated me for it and made me so flustered I couldn't even begin to sort it out. And now I'm sitting here crying at my desk over something that completely was not my fault.

It's amazing how something silly like this has the power to completely ruin my morning.

Happy Thursday.


Jan. 27th, 2008 05:34 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (bite me)
So I need to do laundry today. So I go down to the laundry room, where I discover that two of the three laundry machines are out of order. Mind, this is less than a month after all of the machines were completely overhauled and out of order for DAYS to be fully fixed and replaced. And the one remaining machine is the crappy one that leaves your clothes clean but completely sodden and DRIPPING wet at the end, requiring two rounds in the dryer instead of one. And that one machine is also currently full of someone else's dripping wet clothes, and has been while I waited for nearly half an hour for them to come claim it. Normally I'd just unload it myself, but again, dripping wet and exceedingly unpleasant and, incidentally, this mystery person apparently has a cat because it's all covered with cat hair (not much a washing machine can do about that) and, being allergic, I don't want to touch that stuff. So I'm back up in my apartment now, having abandoned my two loads of laundry (which means rotating both through the crappy machine over two hours instead of one) on the shelf in the laundry room.

I am not in a good mood.

ETA: Okay, I got fed up and decided to start emptying the load in the washer. It was not only sodden and cat-haired, but streaked with -- sand? Something icky. I don't know if it was just that the clothes started out really gross, but I'm going to assume that washer is just as broken as the other two. Well, NOW what? Fuck.


Jan. 17th, 2008 10:01 pm
kaydeefalls: tyrol cradles dying sharon (from bad to worse)
The good news: I'm starting to feel less paranoid about the theoretical return of the strep. It's looking more like my lymphatic system just overreacting to the common cold or something. Of course, now that I've written that, I'll probably wake up tomorrow with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. Like you do.

The bad news: the hospital bills from my actual encounter with strep two weeks ago? $755.70. Which, incidentally, is over a month's rent for me. For less than a minute of physical examination, a swab in the back of my throat, and a five-minute strep test. WHAT THE FUCK. And it should be noted that this final number come after an "uninsured discount" of another $214. The total cost of my sitting around in assorted waiting rooms for a couple of hours and being actually seen for less than ten minutes comes to nearly a grand, according to the US health system. I...don't understand.


Dec. 20th, 2007 12:43 am
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (dumbass)
-I spent three hours shopping and failed to find a single damned skirt that would go with my corset, for FUCK'S SAKE
-my tank top strap snapped halfway through rehearsal, and I had no bra on underneath, but fortunately a sweater
-rehearsal and notes dragged on 'till 11:30pm, and we didn't get to the twelve thousand cast notes so I have to type them up before I can go to bed
-I locked myself out of my apartment (fucking doors that lock automatically), leading to much franticness, me being late to rehearsal, and finally getting the landlord to get a building guy over after midnight to let me back in for $35 (which, granted, way cheaper than if I'd gone directly to the locksmith myself, which would've been $125)

I can has do-over, please? Thank god I got Yuletide in last night, because surely I would have crashed the system or something if I'd tried it today. On the plus side, being late for rehearsal put me on the Holiday Train on the purple line, which was a very bizarre experience. There was a Santa, and lots of colorful lights, and Christmas music playing nonstop. I was frightened.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (NOT amused!)
For the second time in the past couple of months, the Chicago postal system has returned one of my orders to sender without any warning. I received one notice card two weeks ago that they'd come while I wasn't home, and should they redeliver? Which I filled out and said yes, redeliver. That card was taken away, presumably by postman. I wait. I wait. I call. No, they've returned the package to sender. But the card I filled out? We never got that. Shouldn't I have received some sort of final notification about the package before you returned it? Yes, you did. No, I didn't. Well, sorry, it's been returned.

So now I have to go do the whole song-and-dance routine with to have it resent. Again. I'm wondering how many times this has to happen before they stop believing me and think I'm trying to cheat them. Christ, this is so fucking frustrating. And there's no one to hold accountable for these things, except me, I suppose, for being stupid enough to assume that the postal system in this fucking city is actually designed to get my mail to me.


Nov. 1st, 2007 10:30 pm
kaydeefalls: history: just one fucking thing after another (thank you mr. rudge)
Gah, I just watched Hotel Rwanda, which I've owned on DVD for a while now but hadn't been able to bring myself to watch because I remember how much it destroyed me when I saw it in theaters. Yup, still just as powerful. I remember being furious at the Oscars that year, because it was ten times better than any of the Best Picture nominees but had only been nominated for acting and screenplay, all of which it lost. But, really, of course it couldn't win any major awards, because it makes you feel ashamed to be American, and that's not going to get any votes. Well, Western in general. could we have let this happen? We knew what was going on, we knew it was genocide, and yet we just high-tailed all the whites out of the country and let the Africans wipe each other out. It's like Eddie Izzard says -- "they killed their own people, and we're sort of fine with that." And I was all of nine years old when the Rwandan genocide happened, so, really, my guilt is somewhat misplaced there, but christ, it just happens over and over again (y halo thar Darfur) and we just send more and more troops into fucking Iraq to play out our president's personal grudge instead. WHAT THE FUCK.

Sorry, my liberal rage, I generally keep it under wraps, but every now and then something sets it off. Anyway. It's a very good movie.


Sep. 14th, 2007 03:48 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (go BOOM!)
So apparently the bookcases I thought I'd ordered from Ikea were out of stock at the time, so they weren't part of the order. Um. Good to know? But at least I wasn't charged for them.

However, trying to order them again, I discover that while the bookcases themselves only come to about $40 together, shipping would add more than $100 to that. Um, no. So now what am I supposed to do? The nearest Ikea stores aren't in Chicago itself, and I have no car. I looked at some of the Target ones, and they're more expensive for way smaller bookcases, not at all worth it. Shit. Now what? I've got a lot of books and DVDs that really shouldn't be living in boxes for much longer.

It never goes smooth. How come it never goes smooth? < / firefly >
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (mutant enemy!)
No BSG for me, apparently. I ordered seasons 1 and 2 almost a month ago. Never came. Contacted Said USPS had attempted delivery and left me a notice. No notice ever, ever received. What with moving, haven't had a chance to follow up this week. Just spent half an hour on the phone with USPS. Package has been returned to amazon. had better refund this. Very, very soon. Or, y'know, contact me so I can have them send the damn DVDs to my new apartment. I wonder how long it'll take them to process that the package has been returned? 'Cause from what USPS told me, it was probably a while ago.


Aug. 29th, 2007 05:44 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (bite me)
Oh, Ikea, how could you have so betrayed me? By which I mean, the order I placed online for furniture last weekend had estimated delivery sometime late next week or early the week after, which was most excellent, but then they forgot to get in touch with me about it like they said they would, and now when I called them, the earliest delivery is going to be September 19th. Which means I'll be living with no furniture except a bed for about two weeks. Goddamnit.


Aug. 14th, 2007 03:59 pm
kaydeefalls: tyrol cradles dying sharon (from bad to worse)
Today needs to end, please. Woke up early, dressed up, sat on public transit for two hours and then sat in the hot sun and grossness for another thirty minutes until I have to accept that I've been stood up for my interview, then two more hours in transit to get to work, where I check my e-mail to find that I didn't get the internship I wanted so badly.

Plz to be not fucking with me anymore today, world. I'm tired.


Jul. 28th, 2007 11:47 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (bite me)
I cannot WAIT to have my own place. I mean, there's nothing wrong with my roommates -- one is a close friend, and new!roomie is perfectly nice -- but the little things are starting to really get to me in unreasonable ways. I don't say anything about them to my roomies, because I am fully aware of how completely ridiculous they are, but gah, on nights when I get home at nearly midnight after five hours of work and a looong commute and I'm really hungry but I can't cook for myself until I unearth the pot I need from under a mountain of dishes in the dish dryer thingy -- FEH I say. (Of course, this is far better than the one bad egg flatmate in Dublin who would invite all her twenty friends over for a party and then never WASH the dishes, stab stab kill kill etc.) I know that little things like being the only person who ever actually puts clean dishes/pots/silverware/etc. back in the cupboards where they belong -- well, it's an incredibly minor annoyance in the greater scheme of things. Which is why I don't bitch about it to my roommates. But little things have a way of adding up, and it's no one's fault, but that's why I want to LIVE ALONE.

God, I am apparently a complete hermit at heart. But that's okay, because in a little more than a month, I'll be out of here and into my own apartment.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (so sleepy)
I hate insomnia. Hate hate hate. Especially after a long-ass exhausting and fairly active day, when I fall into bed pretty much as soon as I get home and then cannot fucking sleep. Two hours later, still awake. Goddamnit.

I did have the pleasure of going to breakfast with [ profile] airgiodslv, which was delightful albeit brief (she had to get back on the road by 10am). But considering that this woke me up several hours earlier than usual, followed by a brief nap, then running around all day (selling Chinese buns to raise money for Midsummer, class, work, a cappella rehearsal, Midsummer dress rehearsal, no there was no break in there at all, which brings us to nearly 11pm) -- I SHOULD NOT BE UNABLE TO FALL ASLEEP NOW. I should be pleasantly all tuckered out and fall swiftly and enjoyably into the deep dreamless sleep of the well and truly exhausted. But no.

Ugh. Just ugh. So now I'll be tired all day tomorrow, too. Joy.

Seriously, why doesn't the human brain come with an off switch?


Apr. 21st, 2007 08:53 pm
kaydeefalls: fireworks exploding behind ennis (bang!)
So I totally just got criticized by a couple of police officers. I was walking back to my apartment from campus, and I was calling my boyfriend as I walked. A cop car pulls up alongside of me, and honks. At first, I didn't even realize they were honking at me, because, um, I was on the sidewalk, not trying to cross the street or anything, and not doing anything worthy of being honked at. Then they honked again, and I looked over, and they beckoned to me, so I walked over. And got reamed out because I was walking alone in a dangerous area at night on my cell phone not paying any attention to the world around me.

Um, thanks for caring? I live here. I know it's not the safest neighborhood ever, but it's not exactly the slums. I'm still technically on campus, on a large, very well-lit street, at twilight. I know this route very well. I'm aware of my surroundings. I'm always aware. I grew up in fucking Manhattan, where I made a habit of wandering around downtown alone at night. I'm not saying I could never be mugged, because of course it could happen, and I'm always aware of that possibility, and I pay attention to the world around me because of that constant mild anxiety. Yes, I was on my cell, because I get shitty reception in my apartment and it's easier to make calls outside, but that doesn't mean I'm completely oblivious. I wasn't even crossing a street! And again, this is a wide, well-lit avenue, still on campus, with emergency phones every half block. This is not some dark alleyway. It's very much out in the open. There aren't even bushes for ruthless sex offenders to be hiding behind.

I know they meant well, but they made me feel stupid and incompetent just for walking home, and that puts me in a really shitty mood.

Also, I had made plans to go out to dinner with the boyfriend tonight, and said I'd call him when I was done with theater stuff. (Suzan-Lori Parks just did a Q&A on our campus, it was awesome.) So of course, I call him, and he's like: "Did we make plans? I already ate. I'm watching a movie with my roommate and his friends. See ya later." So I kinda want to kill him now, because the whole reason I was holding off on dinner until after the show was because we were going out, and I'm hungry and pissed and suddenly bereft of evening plans and cops just yelled at me. BAH I say.


Mar. 23rd, 2007 11:57 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (poor moritz)
Applying for jobs is much of the suck. The fact that I'm graduating in a few months doesn't scare me, but the thought of not having anything lined up for myself is fucking terrifying. Urg. At least I made it to the final interview stage for Teach For America, and it looks like I'll even have a letter of rec to give them. I need to not fuck this up, because oddly enough, I actually think I have a better chance getting that than any of the positions in my actual field of study that I'm applying for. Because TFA may be selective, but they don't have a limit on the number of applicants they'll take: they take as many people as they think are qualified. Whereas it doesn't matter how overqualified I am for a certain theater internship, 'cause if one other person is more charming in an interview, I'm not getting it. And while I try to be friendly and personable, I know I'm not the most charismatic of people, and in an industry like theater, that can really hurt me.

Also, I need to hang out with people. I thought I'd be seeing a couple of different friends over the weekend, but no plans have been formalized, so I think I'm out of luck there. And I unintentionally blew off another friend earlier today, because I was too busy stressing out to force myself out of my own apartment. Which is currently empty, except for the roommate I seem to be fighting with, although I do kinda wish he'd quit the month-long silent treatment he's been giving me for long enough to TELL me what on earth I did to him. Ugh. Just ugh.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (just the bitch of living)
I have...far too much on my plate this quarter. Four full courseloads, a part-time job, an a cappella group, writing my B.A., and directing a big show...yeah, it's a bit much. I had a minor breakdown last night, in which I e-mailed my B.A. adviser and college adviser in a blind panic, but that's abated now. I'm not sure if I'm actually going to be able to fix the primary problem, which is a bit too complicated for me to go into here. But at least I've reachieved my usual state of overstressed!zen, which may make me appear mildly deranged but has proven to be remarkably effective in surviving periods of great stress in the past. Ah, well.

Of course, I now have no time for writing of a non-academic nature, which means fanfic and the YA fantasy are more or less on hold until I can breathe again. Which is sad. But hey, in a few months I get to be an underemployed college graduate. I'll have plenty of time for creative writing then.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (i am the adorablest.)

There is exactly ONE good thing that will come of all this, and that is that I will NEVER have to get my wisdom teeth removed again.


Dec. 14th, 2006 06:17 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (bite me)
Wisdom teeth yanked earlier today. Ow. Ow ow ow. Not happy. At least the bleeding seems to have more or less stopped. The drugs they gave me dull the pain a bit, but it still hurts. And I'm slightly woozy and prone to typos and suchlike. Ugh.

Also, I yearn tragically for solid foods. Applesauce and jello are NOT filling. I'm going to be very grumpy for the next couple of days.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (dumbass)
My mother's birthday was yesterday. Guess who forgot to call her? Guess who's being completely reamed out by both parents for it?

Yeah, I know, it was really dumb of me. But I've been out of it with strep and pain meds all week. I couldn't tell you today's date if you stuck a calendar in front of me and told me to point at it. And this is literally the first time in my life I've missed a single birthday, or mother's day, or father's day, or random other parent-calling holiday. And I'm sorry, I am, because yes, me stupid, I get it, and I've ordered her something from that obviously hasn't gotten there yet, but for fuck's sake. Just cut me some slack here, please?

Fuck. I am never going to hear the end of this. Maybe I just won't go home ever again. I can't afford the plane tickets anyway.
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (go BOOM!)
So, that painful head-throat thing? Probably strep throat, says doc (lab results pending). I certainly believe her, seeing as a little part of me dies every time I swallow. Of course, until the results are confirmed, I can't start on antibiotics, so she prescribes me an uber-painkiller of total numbness.

And as I'm paying my co-pay and getting the prescriptions, I suddenly become lightheaded and my vision blurs in that all-too-familiar pre-migraine way. The migraine, thank god, has yet to surface, so clearly I was blinded for ten minutes for some OTHER equally pleasant and as-yet-unknown reason.

And then on my way to the pharmacy, the muscles in my calves spontaneously seized up, making walking incredibly laborous and painful.

And then I got to the pharmacy to discover that sorry, we're out of stock on these, we've ordered them in and you can pick them up after 2pm tomorrow.

So I'm going to be in massive amounts of pain for another 24 hours at least and there's nothing I can do about it.

*cries. a LOT*

ow ow ow

Jul. 17th, 2006 02:48 pm
kaydeefalls: blank with text: "white. a blank page or canvas. so many possibilities..." (NOT amused!)
Is summer the new winter for flu season, or something? I don't know what I've got, but everything from the neck up hurts. It hurts to move my head, it hurts to swallow, it hurts to keep perfectly still. NyQuil at least got me to sleep eventually, although I'm not sure it did much else, and DayQuil now seems to be doing fuck-all. These are my wonderdrugs to cure all flu-ish ills, people. If they're failing me, what am I supposed to do?

Ow. Ow ow ow. And since skipping work means I actually got enough sleep and am now wide awake, I can't even sleep through the pain anymore. Goddamnit. I don't get sick very often, and I hate it.
kaydeefalls: typewriter!christian has writer's block! (writer's block)
I have discovered the downside to living with two of my closest Chicago friends: I never have time for fandom anymore. My muses seem to have abandoned me in disgust. I really really want to work on the dratted Harry/Draco, but whenever I have a chance to open the Word doc, I just wind up staring at what I've already written without the faintest idea of what to do with it. I mean, I know where the plot's going and how to get there, but the words just aren't bloody well coming. Apparently I'm only capable fo creativity when I'm lonely and depressed.

Not that I want to go back to all that, mind. I'm quite content with being in Chicago and having friends and such. I'd just like to be happy and still be capable of stringing sentences together, y'know?

and also

May. 7th, 2006 04:00 am
kaydeefalls: "you certainly know your trash," deasey said. (i know my trash) other bookish news, I read that 'Eragon' book that critics were all raving about a while back. The next great young adult fantasy, or sommat, and the second book came out last fall, and I have a bit of a thing for good YA fantasy, so I was all, hey, I should try that.

MOST DERIVATIVE CRAP EVER. ehm. cut for spoilers, i guess, as though anyone cares )


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