Sunday, November 29, 2009

Hives. HIVES!!!

Had I known that it was possible to get hives on the bottoms of your feet, I never would have thought that watching "Idiocracy," that terrible, sickeningly awful movie, was the worst kind of torture imaginable. But oh ho, now I know better, don't I? Especially as I've spent nearly all of last week shuffling my feet across the carpet with every step. If I'd been able to wear socks, I would have been so static-charged that I would spend all day zapping people and things and irritating everyone. But of course I didn't have time to zap people, because I was occupied by scratching and rubbing random parts of my body on any rough surface I could find.

Apparently I'm allergic to amoxicillin. And possibly penicillin, though I don't know their relation and am too lazy to look it up. It would have been nice to know that before I had been prescribed it to fight a little cold. I'm starting to think my low self esteem and general positive outlook are directly related to my physical ailments. Actually I'm positive that's what it is.* But anyway, Monday my right hand was itchy and had a little rash. Whatev, I'd had itchy spots before. Tuesday my right big toe is itchy, and actually swells to steroid-enhanced prune size. It bothers me the whole time that me and Stephen are in the theater seeing New Moon**, after I meticulously sucked all of the alcohol out of a margarita through two tiny mixing straws and left the frozen bits behind.*** This was also after we sat in traffic in Pittsburgh, him singing a made-up graphic song in Cartman's voice, and me giggling uncontrollably. And this was after we geeked out at the ND Comics store in Cranberry for about an hour. But I digress.

Wednesday I woke up and hives were literally EVERYWHERE. I mean, my elbows and knees were basically one huge hive. Just disgusting. My feet and hands were so swollen that I couldn't bend several of my main digits without it hurting too much. Thursday they'd spread even more. My face (as you'll sort of see in the epic photo below) and ears, even. My ears are swollen. And oh yeah, that was Thanksgiving. And INabokov and Me sat at home and drank Naked juice (a drink probably created by God that has just been recently discovered) because I felt terrible. So, now I have a prescription for some meds and I've been instructed not to go to work the next couple days. And to be honest, I wouldn't want someone who looks diseased and swollen boxing MY groceries.

But Stephen bought me that Nabokov blanket from a couple posts ago as a surprise. Epic, eh? I adore it. And I happen to have some Christmas surprises in the works for him. Now, as long as these hives go away...I can get on with everything.

* This counts as my positive outlook for the day. I must have at least one. And there it is.

** He'll claim until he dies that I dragged him to see it, but he actually told me several times that he kind of wanted to see it. But shh...don't tell anyone I said that.

*** Because the restaurant didn't have real straws. I kid you not. They did not have real straws. Baffling.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Ache in My Lower-Left-Brain-Region, and Swabbage

I've determined that I should probably go get my neck looked at. I physically cannot turn my head to the right and when I yawn, it hurts like hell. I don't know why the yawning thing aggravates it, but as soon as I open my mouth wide enough to unleash my tiredness, the back left side of my neck just ACHES. It hurts right there and a little up into my lower-left-brain-region, whatever that's called. We're talking constant pain, here. Day, afternoon, night, 4 AM, makes no difference. I'm moving around like a freaking robot because as soon as I change my head position, it aches all in my spine and up into that lower-left-brain-region I mentioned before. What the hell, man? I have presentations to give and jobs to work* and an epic desire to stop complaining so much. But I should probably get back to figuring out how I'm going to speak in front of people tonight and somehow not be trembling and sweating like a freaking elementary school kid.

* Costco called me. I had my mouth swabbed with a spongy thing to make sure I'm not hopped up on cocaine or anything. I wasn't. They hired me.

New objective: try to be less stressed about school now that I have way less time to do my work.

Chance of success: 2.7%

Saturday, November 7, 2009

A Different Sort of Caturday

CaturdayYes yes, I know it's like eighteen minutes past midnight and it's not really Saturday anymore. But the Pens are playing the Sharks and this has been kind of an intense game. Mostly in the way of me becoming incredibly angry as the Sharks continue to score. And then there's that crafty Nabokov. But we'll get to him later.

Firstly, Caturday. A friend of mine on Twitter recently came across some kittens who would have been left to freeze in the Pittsburgh cold. When their mother became pregnant, the owners kicked her out. I want nothing more than to take in one of the kittens or at least donate to help her out, but I'm still on the job hunt and trying to survive on like $5 a week. Not to mention my moody elder kitty and frisky younger kitty. They just wouldn't have it. So go to her site and at least donate to help her cover the expenses of getting the kittens their shots, and if you can take one, TAKE ONE. You would be giving a kitty a warm lap to lay on instead of the cold ground, and I think anyone who can should jump at that opportunity.

Nabokov Blanket

So back to this Nabokov thing. He's a kickass goalie for the San Jose Sharks, and I kind of love him. Firstly, I don't pronounce his name right on purpose. I have no idea why. It's correctly pronounced "Na-BAW-kov" but I pronounce it "NA-bu-kov." Anyway, he's some sort of demigod in this game right now. Unreal goalie. And I want his triple woven jacquard blanket. That's right folks, I could sleep with Nabokov. When I first saw this I had sort of a "WTF" reaction, but then I realized that I must have it. Too bad it's $50 and I'd have to not eat at school or buy gas for ten weeks to get that much money. Anyway, that is all. I'm off to watch the Pens continue to get destroyed by the Sharks. Ah well. You win some you lose some. I still love them <3

Friday, November 6, 2009

Ahh...Friday.

Here's what I should be doing right now: I should be cranking out a couple thousand words on my NaNoWriMo project, because I am excruciatingly behind thanks to a three-day migraine. Here's what I'm actually doing: Eating numerous cups of processed Jell-O strawberry cheesecake and planting pineapples and things in that ridiculous Facebook game, FarmVille. Friday is usually my day for slacking, however. After a long week of hating the University of Pittsburgh and doing assignments that I don't see the point in doing, it feels lovely to do nothing all day. But there are important things to be done, like get to 8,000 some words today and watch my kitty stalk a mouse that is living underneath the dishwasher.

Tomorrow is the triumphant return of Caturday. I should also do some homework tomorrow. I don't really want to though. Maybe I won't.

I think some reading is in order. I did just buy like five cheap sci fi/fantasy books, which I put on the pile of the twenty some other books that I still have to read. My bed looks awfully comfy right now too. Yeah, reading is a good idea. And some CHAI TEA. I'm a little excited right now. I'll return tomorrow.

Monday, November 2, 2009

So Here's the Thing

I don't know what's been going on, but I just haven't been posting. I've been feeling rather useless as I still can't find a job, but I'm still working on it. Otherwise, I am crazy excited because I am doing NaNoWriMo this year and I think this is exactly what I need to bust out of my shell of blahness. For all of you unenlightened folk, that is National Novel Writing Month, where you have all of November to crank out a 50,000 word novel. The cranking began yesterday. I believe I am up somewhere in the 3,000 words region so far. Yay. If you are doing this as well, become my buddy, and we can frolic through the night sucking down coffee whilst we develop severe cases of carpal tunnel.

So while I job-hunt I am swiftly formulating more and more things that I'd like to do...if I had money. The problem is that when I get money I'll probably want to spend it all for several months as I make all of my recent dreams come true. Let's examine some of those, shall we?

  • go to Disney World

  • get a kitten

  • buy clothes and bags and shoes

  • see The Lion King on Broadway again

  • go to Comic Con

  • buy Penguins season tickets

  • eat unbelievable meals everyday

  • buy a Holga camera

  • exercise


Wait a minute, I don't need money to exercise. Oh wait, it's better that I think that I do, because that's my excuse for NOT exercising. See, sometimes it takes awhile, but eventually I can figure myself out.

Anyway, I'll try to find some sort of counter to post my progress. The ones on the site seem funky at the moment, so who knows. I just hope I can do this by the end of the month, because I'll feel infinitely better about myself.