zfreelance: (Shadow Monster)
When I'm reading books or fanfic, I find myself getting up to wander or opening a new internet tab pretty much mid-sentence.

And fucking forget about watching anything on TV.

I think I need to up my dosage, because my attention span is getting non-existent.
zfreelance: (Peace!)
The Great Big Cosplay WIP Post )


Also: If the photos end up looking needlessly massive, blame Photobucket. I can't get it to work right.


Jul. 10th, 2012 10:39 am
zfreelance: (Tonight: YOU)
Cosplay continues apace. For my birthday, my magnificent parents purchased for me my wig, removing a big-ticket item from my to-do list. <3

However, one step forward and holy shit the bleach turned my overcoat orange.

So, there is that.


like cain

Jun. 24th, 2012 10:51 pm
zfreelance: (We Find Wildness)
So, [personal profile] zeccy once asked me what I would do if we all suddenly found out that we only had one last day to live.

I'm sure the movie "Seeking Friend For The End of the World" has very witty and poignant things to say about the subject (even though I can't shake the feeling that this is just an American romcom remake of Last Night), but I have no plans on seeing that damn film, so.

I sat there for a minute, contemplating the usual answers: eating all the Krispie Kremes, lazing on the beach, drinking, carousing, and whatnot. And then I remembered my default zombie apocalypse plan, which is to jack the nicest car on the lot and drive till I run out of road. And that sounded pretty awesome.

And then I got excited by the thought of every major highway becoming a new Audubon, with all the fiery car crashes and high speed chases that a girl could want. Because fuck it. We're all gonna bite it come the next day, so why not go out trying for the land speed record?



May. 14th, 2012 09:56 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Calvin)
Uhm... hi.

So, I'm going to have my shoulder surgery tomorrow, which should be entertaining. NOT. But I may get a working arm out of the deal, so yay for that.

However, a darling uncle of mine once commented that, "every time you go under anesthesia, there is a chance that you won't come back up." And now I can't get that damn sentence out of my head.

This is a very low-risk procedure. I'm not nervous. I'm not afraid of pain. But I am well acquainted with Murphy's Law, so with that in mind, I give unto you all my final will and testament. Just in case.


Also, I wrote my own eulogy because I'm nothing if not morbid.

For my eulogy... )

And in other news, I took off all of my jewelry because I know I'll forget about it, tomorrow, and now I feel naked. :|


May. 4th, 2012 07:18 pm
zfreelance: (<lj site="livejournal.com"  user="timepunching">) (Default)
Quotes From My Day:

- "Netflix is always there for you."

- "Come on, blanket, I know you're bigger than this."

- "Why am I pouring myself tea when I have beer in the fridge?"

- "Avert your judging eyes."

- "PBR from the can tastes different from PBR on draft. Not better, though. That would imply that PBR tastes good, ever."

- "Okay, going somewhere and pretending you don't know me does not mean you go hide."

- "Oh hello, subwoofer. I missed you, so."

- "When this song came out, I just drove my car back and forth down the street, listening to it."

- "I think watching all those weird movies for my Impressionist Film class has really lowered my standards when it comes to how my TV shows buffer."
zfreelance: (Drunk)
It's 2:20PM and I'm drunk.

Suck it, Monday.


Apr. 6th, 2012 03:45 pm
zfreelance: (Dancing Bitches)
That awkward moment when you realize that you have been going to the wrong lab section for most of the semester, and no one noticed.

... four more weeks of class. I may or may not make it. -_-
zfreelance: (Tonight: YOU)
Happy St. Patrick's Day! I'm almost positive that every American mutt can lay claim to some semblance of Irish heritage, and I am certainly no exception, so let's all go out and party like we mean it.

On a related note, it is now Spring Break, and I am stuck working it for the second year in a row. BUT I can and will dedicate all the company time I can to laying out in the sun with a book and a beer, and nothing and no one will stop me.

Have fun, y'all!
zfreelance: (Shadow Monster)
Shit I Say When I'm Sleep-Deprived

ME: (playing Skyrim) Hold still, god dammit!
COWORKER: Wtf are you yelling at?
ME: It's a butterfly and I WANT IT.




ME: (sees a guy wearing a snazzy lime green blazer) Hey, nice jacket.
JACKET GUY: (smirks) Work as a Student Ambassador for two years, and they set you up right!
ME: Yeah? Well, I've been working as an RA for three years, and all I've got is a polyester polo shirt, so go fuck yourself.


ME: (trying to get some sleep before class)
ME: are you fucking kidding me right now


ME: (opening a beer with the edge of my counter-top) Bottle openers are for bitches. ... or people who own bottle openers.

TL;DR i need to go to bed.


Feb. 15th, 2012 11:49 pm
zfreelance: (Meanwhile)
Soooo, I was doing a "30 Day Drawing Challenge" that turned into a "30 Drawings Whenever I Get Around To It Non-Challenge" because I have been on the road for a total of 20+ hours in the past couple of days (and if you have never driven through north Florida? You do not know the meaning of 'boring') and this fucking weather is fucking with my joints like mad.

Speaking of joints.

I made it to my appointment with the surgeon about my shoulder, who was pretty awesome and open about what my options for treatment were. My biggest fear was that I would be brushed off with a script of "take two years of physical therapy and call me never", but apparently my MRI showed a divot in the ball of my humorous bone that could only be put there by repeated dislocations.

I don't like the idea of permanent damage, but I feel pretty fucking vindicated, let me tell you.

Bottom line is, surgery is my best option. He talked me through the procedure and the recovery process, I did my Q&A, we shook hands, I tripped on home. Later that day, they called about making an appointment for the surgery, itself. Unfortunately, they couldn't schedule as far ahead as I was requesting (see: after school lets out), so I'll call them back in a month or so to get an absolute date. But! The point is, it's happening, and I will hopefully come out of this with a WORKING SHOULDER, THANKS VERY MUCH.

Cool fact: the nurse practitioner who admitted me to the exam room ended up being an alum from my undergrad, and my major. Yay living proof that there is a career at the end of this tunnel!

Other than my appointment, I have been on the road for an RA conference. Basically, imagine 300+ extroverts packed into one room with noisemakers, kazoos, and more school chants than anyone wanted to hear, ever, and you'll have the basic idea of my experience. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun, and my presentation was well-received. But by the end of it? I was tired of people touching me, breathing around me, and just generally existing.

Some more fun facts: If you are going dancing, do NOT wear skinny jeans, no matter how cold it is, outside. Sweaty skinny jeans become a second skin that does. not. breathe.

And also: A minivan? No matter how spacious? Is not built with seven fully grown adults in mind.


Jan. 23rd, 2012 02:26 am
zfreelance: (Drunk)
You guys. Welcome to my fucking life.


::eats chips all alone::


Jan. 22nd, 2012 12:56 pm
zfreelance: (We Find Wildness)
Pick up the nearest book to you.

Turn to page 45.

The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

She had always been good at biding her time.

(The Stand by Stephen King)

... appropriate, I think.


Jan. 2nd, 2012 12:43 am
zfreelance: (Drunk)
It occurs to me that there has been extended radio silence on this journal for all of a week or so. That will not do at all.

Please excuse any weird typos, as my usual hipster machine has henceforth decided that Windows was too mainstream and was not going to boot, anymore.

I have been sitting around, doing a whole lot of nothing for the latter half of December, which was just fine by me. I've done a lot of reading and a lot of video games. I beat Assassin's Creed in less than 24 hours, and have gotten far enough into Assassin's Creed II to know that Ezio is a bag of tools and Leonardo da Vici is so in love with him, it is fucking painful. AND IT'S NOT SUBTLE, EITHER. Ezio bangs a girl in the first ten minutes of the game, and you're trying to tell me that he is so deaf, dumb, and blind that he cannot miss the UST/MAD HERO WORSHIP Leonard throws at him at every possible opportunity?! I DO NOT THINK SO.

Then again, this guy is just enough of a tool to do exactly that. Which is why fangirls write slash.

Hey, SOMEONE has to restore balance to the universe, okay?

In other news, I have found out that I will most likely need shoulder surgery in the next few months. My shoulder has the bad habit of sliding out of socket whenever I try to do anything strange with it. Like lifting a box, or doing a handstand. Or stretching while lying prone in my bed.

I had this issue when I was younger, but my doctor said that it was because I had loose ligaments, which would tighten as I grew. They did, but years later the problem has reemerged, rendering the arm next to useless.

I don't know for sure if surgery is what is going to happen, but the bottom line is that I need my arm for, well, everything, and right now I cannot use it. I have an appointment with a surgeon later this month, where I'm hoping that I can get a definitive answer. But more than that, I'm hoping that I can get the guy to schedule any surgery I might need for the summer. The recovery for an arthroscopic procedure is 6 weeks, and without my dominant hand, I would not be able to function in my classes, let alone in my job.

So. In conclusion, Dino Yacht Club.

zfreelance: (Shadow Monster)
Watched all three extended Lord of the Rings movies last night. Got a 3.83 GPA for the past semester. Reading Jurassic Park smut. Going home tomorrow.

Yeah, life's pretty good.
zfreelance: (Guns and Booze)

I would post a long, thought-out rant about how women aren't supposed to talk about something that we all live with and hate, but I am tired and cramping and my paycheck hasn't dropped, yet, so I can't even drown myself in wine until tomorrow night.

In happier news, I passed that test that I BSed, and the teacher told me that I had an 'A' in the class and that I didn't need to come in and take the final. SO, WHEEEEE!!

And now, nap time.


Nov. 16th, 2011 08:11 pm
zfreelance: (Fucking rabbit...)
My life at the moment:

- Dodging residents and their problems, because I haven't the fucking time or the patience
- Swamped with one damn project after another
- Counting the days till I can turn off my phone and peace out for three uninterrupted days of turkey and free laundry
- Counting down the days until this fucking semester is over
- Wasting my life and/or free time playing the crack cocaine that is Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Sweet Jesus, that game is a sickness. Save yourselves.
- Getting accidentally married in said Skyrim. Yeah, idk.
- Rug burn
- That niggling feeling in the back of your skull that says that you're forgetting to do something, but you just can't figure out what it is.
- Fucking residents need to put on their big girl panties and deal. with. it.
- Had a cool story idea for the first time in... yeeeeah, cue the shame.



Oct. 23rd, 2011 08:35 pm
zfreelance: (Drunk)
Conversation I had with my little sister and a gas station attendant.

ME: You want a soda?
SISTER: I am insulted that this is even a question.
ATTENDANT: That'll be $3.95.
SISTER: ::looking at the counter:: Is that a lighter with Bob Marley on it?
ATTENDANT: Sure is. ::holds it up::
SISTER: That is so cool!
ATTENDANT: What's even cooler is, if you light it and hold it upside down, it changes colors. ::demonstrates::
ME: Neat. Though, I can't imagine why anyone would hold a Bob Marley lighter upside-down.
ATTENDANT: Oh, me neither.
ATTENDANT: ... really?

In my sister's defense, she's really only knows Bob Marley for his music.
zfreelance: (We Find Wildness)
Oh, October. You so crazy.


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