Reasons For Coughing Blood At 2AM

So I killed Shiny, my Macbook Pro. Thus I’m currently stuck on Bitch (my Toshiba) that can’t not be plugged in, lest it die within five minutes because something went HORRIFICALLY WRONG with power settings on the last wipe through and all.

I have a decent back up of Shiny, but not all the coolio recent stuff so I’m super worried. Especially since Simply Computing didn’t tell me what’s up.

Actually, I got this weird phone call from one of the guys saying that whatever needed part was coming in now and that I could drop by tomorrow or something. Nooot a word on memory recovery or if everything’s all right and shit.

It’s the second death of Shiny. Between Bitch and its twin, I think I’ve killed ‘em a good… five times? I should become a tester for durability or something, because I can always think of interesting ways to fuck up a computer. Without downloading infected porn.

No. Really.

I realized I can eat comfortably with forty bucks a week, ’specially if I use my phone number due to mi madre having a Safeway card. Duuuudes, I even got myself a bowl of my favourite ramen (yes, I have a favourite/preferred brand). If I give myself ten bucks to be sure, and go to Costco con mi amiga Kea (’cause she has a card, and I can get oysters and salmon there in bulk, yaaay protein)… dude.

So, I have some of my future budgetness figured out. Slim it down to forty five, that’s $180 dollars a month. If I work even… six more hours than I already do (so 20 a week), at a job that pays ten an hour (so roughly $800 bucks a month), pay rent of… let’s say $450. That gives me enough money to pay for any number of things that I would have to pay for myself iiiif I completely estrange myself from mis parientes. AKA phone bill, hygiene, first aid, internet if not included in rent w/util.

HOWEVER. If I don’t move out for a long while, but still get that kind of job, and only spend money supporting local things (bands, artists), which is about twenty-thirty bucks a month (no, really, go to a show, buy a shirt, buy a CD OR go to a release party, buy a print)… OR I become a co-op student while doing my drafting (think 10-20 bucks an hour)…

And then I can afford shit.

a. because I know where my money goes
b. because my diet makes me hella lucky
c. because I never spend my own money, unless it’s free at hand, and I do a lot of considering

Aaaaaand my drafting program is two years, so is the arbitrarily based full funded FtM program for BC… Iiiiiif only I got off my ass and applied for shit.

BUT COOL. The budget thing is super happy.

I realize I should’ve blogged it up a few days ago and all, but whatever. So, here’s the download (for those of you who’ll care):

I like meeting people and all. I depend on human interaction in a lot of ways, some of which aren’t cool at all, but whatever, we’re shiny. So, when it comes to going out and meeting someone, I’m up for it. Within a couple hour’s of me? Totally. Hell, I’ll drive it myself.

So, Friday was Seattle. Yep, this little guy hopped in his sometimes overheating Suzuki Sidekick and drove his ass across the border and two hours down to meet an internet friend in all her loveliness at the ferry, with her kid. It’s about the farthest I’ve gone to meet someone like this (otherwise, the farthest is North Van), so I was pretty damn proud at how things timed out and all. Also, it was fucking excellent fun. I tried on kilts. ’nuff said.

Drove home that night, got home around eleven, found mi hermano packing up his car to move into an apartment in Vancouver (by Main and something, I don’t remember). Shiny, now I’m the only child left in the house of HORRIBLE. Well, not HORRIBLE but mi madre’s in complete denial and everyone uses the wrong pronouns and a name that isn’t mine. Mi padre is neutral, which is okay, because he doesn’t reprimand me for binding or anything. Actually, we had a funny buddy moment when I first started that.

Dad: So, what’s with the -gestures-

Me: Weeell, they’re annoying, they get in the way and they stretch out my clothes

Dad: -looks down at belly, pats it- Huh. This is annoying and gets in the way.

Me: -snicker- And stretches out your clothes.

Good times.

Saturday was buying food for Sunday.

Sunday was Stanley Park with another internet meet up, much more local, very awesome. I honestly love people who are in theatre/drama. The outspokenness and everything is just brilliant, and you don’t know this about me yet, but I adapt to people and situations around me so I just soak that shit in and become it. So, so awesome. So we had a picnic in Stanley Park and then off to my place but we never got around to watching anything because there was so much talking.

See? Awesome.

Monday was waking up at 4:30PM. But, hey, I actually started to do work last night! That was awesome.

Today is work, after my brilliant four day weekend. Woot.

Highlights: Getting assaulted by a two and a half year old trying to put sunglasses on me, trying on kilts, ass gropage (both ways), finding out I don’t know where to get groceries proper, eating potatoes, shirtless people on rollerblades, haaaaat!!!, having more and more conversations con mi padre.

Tonight, I forgot to eat dinner. I mean, I ate after I came home from work (so, roughly six thirty), but considering the fact that I don’t get much of a breakfast and no lunch at all… well, it’s no wonder I’m feeling classic signs of food deprivation (yay tightness around the skull). But I can’t eat now due to the possibility of blood testing tomorrow and all that fun stuff. Besides, I said I’d be asleep by midnight anyways. Sleep… RP post… I’m going with sleep this time, because I have travel plans coming up.

Actually, now that I remember, I’d like to work on HGAS right about now, but that ain’t happening. Sleep is good. And preferred.

So is food. But I’m good at fasting, so it’s all cool.

Note to self: this year, Ramadan starts on the 22nd of August in North America.

In about twenty years, it’ll be in the middle of winter. I’m not planning on being alive then, but that’ll be cool.

Soon to be replaced with “stuff from the rest of the day”…

I slept in, despite kinda getting up to alarms and all. I was going to have a blood test today, maybe an X-ray, and then call my school and maybe even pick up a precision soldering iron for fixing my tablet, but I fucking slept in.

And then I remembered just why I always do this. Which is depressing and kind of horrible, but whenever I say it aloud, it just sounds like a little phrase thing. It’s also why I stay up late, alongside the fact that no one else is awake and I can enjoy the silence and the darkness.

“I don’t want to wake up to find out that it’s tomorrow.”

Fuck, I can’t fucking wake up in the mornings. I’m supposed to do blood tests and an X-ray, I’m supposed to figure out what’s going on with school, and make up resumes to hand out, and go to places before they close. But no, no, I get to wake up a couple hours before work, giving me enough time to eat, shower, iron, get dressed, get distracted, get frustrated, get pissed that I don’t have the time to practice piano or study History despite the exam, because I have to worry about not waking up the next day.

And then I come home from work and just want to forget that the day exists, but I know that time just keeps moving, and tomorrow’s going to come. And I’ll wake up to find out I’m still alive and everything still exists, and I just fucking don’t want to wake up to find out that it’s tomorrow.

Check it out, I have a blog to gripe about stuff in. Rock on.

Thus concludes my intro post of awesome whereas I initially introduce myself as a mysterious, coolios person of doom, to be revered and looked up to, for I shall, one day, rule the world. Also Mars. But that’s because J’onn J’onzz is the shit.

More about how awesome I am (and am really, really not) in future posts.