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Oct. 11th, 2004 12:42 amGoddamn you, cable connection!
*shakes fist*
I should be in bed, but I'm fucking downloading remixes.
Some of them keep eluding me. This just will not do.
In other news, I have some of the best friends in the world. Even if they do "birthday" me in crowded resturants almost a week after my actual birthday. I'm still a wee bit drunk from the margaritas (extra salt) and more than a little full from the fabulous food (cajun/mexican). These are also the same friends, mind you, that draw on the windows of my car at seven in the morning with soccer mom glass paint, announcing to the world that I've turned 30 (which is what happened on Tuesday, the 5th, when I stepped outside of my apartment to leave for work). My windows were covered. HONK 4 THIRTY! TARA'S 30 TODAY! ALWAYS IN A LONG BLACK SKIRTY, TODAY'S TARA'S 30TH BIRTHDAY!
Fucking maniac. I had to drive around like that all day.
Pro-Choice/Pro-Chocolate went rather well, on Thursday. We wound up not staying for the entire thing, as it was terribly crowded. Instead, we went to Fergie's and played Quizzo (my first time). I still say that the hippo is the animal in Africa with the most people kills. The Discovery channel and a bar full of riled up patrons do not lie, I don't care what the host says. It wasn't the goddamn crocodile. hrmph.
Mom is still doing the same, which is strangely good. I still don't understand and I'm not going to pretend that she's suddenly in the clear. She still has cancer. She still was told she wouldn't make the rest of the year without more chemo treatments. She's still unable to get these treatments. She's still wheelchair bound and incredibly weak. But, she's also still completely lucid and wanting to eat food (though she does have a problem with the actual eating part of things, it causes her a lot of pain). She's also had me buy her some new clothes, so she doesn't have to lay around in hospital gowns all day. And she's even garnered the new nickname of "Miss Demandy-Pants" because of all the things she keeps asking for. She kept bugging me for a new hoodie, despite the fact that she has a perfectly serviceable one. So, in retailiation, I bought her a screaming pink one. heh.
After much dye-fiddling and putzing around, my hair is rather red. Inside, it's a nice deep blood red. Outside, in the sunlight, it's a goddamn beacon. I'm contemplating stepping things up a small bit, just to toe that dress code line. I did, however, forget the dubious joys of using vegetable based dyes. Joys meaning having pink stained fingers and ears for about a week after a round of dying. Not to mention stained pillowcases, towels and bathroom floors.
*shakes fist*
I should be in bed, but I'm fucking downloading remixes.
Some of them keep eluding me. This just will not do.
In other news, I have some of the best friends in the world. Even if they do "birthday" me in crowded resturants almost a week after my actual birthday. I'm still a wee bit drunk from the margaritas (extra salt) and more than a little full from the fabulous food (cajun/mexican). These are also the same friends, mind you, that draw on the windows of my car at seven in the morning with soccer mom glass paint, announcing to the world that I've turned 30 (which is what happened on Tuesday, the 5th, when I stepped outside of my apartment to leave for work). My windows were covered. HONK 4 THIRTY! TARA'S 30 TODAY! ALWAYS IN A LONG BLACK SKIRTY, TODAY'S TARA'S 30TH BIRTHDAY!
Fucking maniac. I had to drive around like that all day.
Pro-Choice/Pro-Chocolate went rather well, on Thursday. We wound up not staying for the entire thing, as it was terribly crowded. Instead, we went to Fergie's and played Quizzo (my first time). I still say that the hippo is the animal in Africa with the most people kills. The Discovery channel and a bar full of riled up patrons do not lie, I don't care what the host says. It wasn't the goddamn crocodile. hrmph.
Mom is still doing the same, which is strangely good. I still don't understand and I'm not going to pretend that she's suddenly in the clear. She still has cancer. She still was told she wouldn't make the rest of the year without more chemo treatments. She's still unable to get these treatments. She's still wheelchair bound and incredibly weak. But, she's also still completely lucid and wanting to eat food (though she does have a problem with the actual eating part of things, it causes her a lot of pain). She's also had me buy her some new clothes, so she doesn't have to lay around in hospital gowns all day. And she's even garnered the new nickname of "Miss Demandy-Pants" because of all the things she keeps asking for. She kept bugging me for a new hoodie, despite the fact that she has a perfectly serviceable one. So, in retailiation, I bought her a screaming pink one. heh.
After much dye-fiddling and putzing around, my hair is rather red. Inside, it's a nice deep blood red. Outside, in the sunlight, it's a goddamn beacon. I'm contemplating stepping things up a small bit, just to toe that dress code line. I did, however, forget the dubious joys of using vegetable based dyes. Joys meaning having pink stained fingers and ears for about a week after a round of dying. Not to mention stained pillowcases, towels and bathroom floors.
