Mar. 12th, 2005

la_belle_laide: (Whatever blows your hair back)
So I woke up at 8 this morning to the sound of Trisky going "hrrk! hrrk! hrrk!" and then spewing a chunk of the Greenie she ate Thursday onto the floor. Nice. I cleaned it up, let the dogs out, and decided to go back to bed, so I could sleep till 9:15, which is when I have to get up to go to Hula. Then, Cassidy, my fricking unbelievably, obnoxiously noisy charming bluejay started squawking at around 8:30. This, see, is his new habit: scream through the mornings of my days off until I get out of bed. Eventually he shut up (I gave him a lot of things to play with: paper towels, plastic water bottle with seeds in it, a hunk of cucumber,) and I almost fell back to sleep. Then the phone rang at 9 and it was one of the dancers, telling me dance was canceled because of the snow.

Oh, yes, the snow. We got another 3 inches this morning, though I understand that west of here they got about six.

In a few seconds, I'm going to admit something. Ready? Here it is. I'm freaking sick of winter and snow, and I want Spring to come. There, I put it in writing. On Monday it was nearly sixty degrees and I thought for sure that winter had lost its edge for the season. Then Tuesday it was down in the teens again and we had even more snow. I think today should be the last of it. I hope so.

After breakfast I went to Best Buy and bought Dance Dance Revolution and the dance pad that goes with it, the cheap one. I've been wanting to buy this so badly for about a month, and just kept putting it off for various reasons. The whole setup cost me about $50; not bad at all! But let me go on record saying tht DDR is much harder than I thought it would be. I don't mean physically; I can do it a long while and not get tired; I mean mentally it's hard. No matter how I slow it down, the arrows scroll so damned fast I just can't even see them until it's too late! I did okay in the lessons part with the handclaps; that's very helpful to me. I did okay in a few of the training modes (only with certain songs,) but the really fast ones, I just can't keep up. In game mode, I got past the first level on a few songs, but once stage two comes along, it's all over for me. Very frustrating. Fun, but frustrating.

After playing DDR for about an hour and failing miserably, I went to get my hair trimmed. You know, it's so retarded of me, but I love going to the salon. I love getting my hair cut and all the stuff that goes with it, like sitting in the spinny chair and wearing the vinyl cover. I asked her to trim the ends (fifty dollars for a lousy trim! I ask you!) and keep the layers on the bottom. She didn't do the layers the way I like them done, but whatever. It's just hair; it grows back. Hairdressers always insist on doing stupid things with my hair when they're done cutting it. They always have to blow it out straight and get rid of any curl or wave they see; they really hate the curls. Then they either curl it under or flip it up. Today she flipped the ends up. I think my hair looks silly blown straight with the ends flipped, but I always let them do it because I love sitting in the chair and getting my hair done. I'm like a dog that way. Oooh, I'm getting brushed! This is so great, I don't even have to groom myself, someone else is doing it! I hope I get a cookie afterwards!

And then I went grocery shopping. Oh, the excitement.

Oh, hold up, I remember the other thing. GAFF, as some of you know, has a member named Hellfire who "came out" in the "Godawful Subcultures: incest" thread to say that she was doing her father. Her father, it seems, sexually assaulted her when she was fifteen, and then spent the last four years (she's nineteen now) convincing her that, not only was what he did to her okay, but that he was the only one who could do that to her and not hurt her. She's convinced that "norms" are mostly bad and that non incestuous relationships are abusive. Clearly, this predator who calls himself her father messed up her life beyond repair. She also says that if she ever had a son, she would do him, too. Much squicking, of course, followed, along with many pleas (mostly mine) that she never, ever reproduce.

Along comes the Gaff thread, Should caffeine be a controlled substance? Most people agree that it's ridiculous. Hellfire chimes in with "I've been allowed tea since I was a toddler, but I wasn't allowed coffeee until I was three, and even then I was only allowed one cup. Tea and Coffee didn't do me and harm growing up.... It is up to the parents what they let the kids have."

I call irony.

*sigh*

Now, I could write, or I could play DDR. Both things are difficult and frustrating. Which will it be?
la_belle_laide: (Whatever blows your hair back)
So I woke up at 8 this morning to the sound of Trisky going "hrrk! hrrk! hrrk!" and then spewing a chunk of the Greenie she ate Thursday onto the floor. Nice. I cleaned it up, let the dogs out, and decided to go back to bed, so I could sleep till 9:15, which is when I have to get up to go to Hula. Then, Cassidy, my fricking unbelievably, obnoxiously noisy charming bluejay started squawking at around 8:30. This, see, is his new habit: scream through the mornings of my days off until I get out of bed. Eventually he shut up (I gave him a lot of things to play with: paper towels, plastic water bottle with seeds in it, a hunk of cucumber,) and I almost fell back to sleep. Then the phone rang at 9 and it was one of the dancers, telling me dance was canceled because of the snow.

Oh, yes, the snow. We got another 3 inches this morning, though I understand that west of here they got about six.

In a few seconds, I'm going to admit something. Ready? Here it is. I'm freaking sick of winter and snow, and I want Spring to come. There, I put it in writing. On Monday it was nearly sixty degrees and I thought for sure that winter had lost its edge for the season. Then Tuesday it was down in the teens again and we had even more snow. I think today should be the last of it. I hope so.

After breakfast I went to Best Buy and bought Dance Dance Revolution and the dance pad that goes with it, the cheap one. I've been wanting to buy this so badly for about a month, and just kept putting it off for various reasons. The whole setup cost me about $50; not bad at all! But let me go on record saying tht DDR is much harder than I thought it would be. I don't mean physically; I can do it a long while and not get tired; I mean mentally it's hard. No matter how I slow it down, the arrows scroll so damned fast I just can't even see them until it's too late! I did okay in the lessons part with the handclaps; that's very helpful to me. I did okay in a few of the training modes (only with certain songs,) but the really fast ones, I just can't keep up. In game mode, I got past the first level on a few songs, but once stage two comes along, it's all over for me. Very frustrating. Fun, but frustrating.

After playing DDR for about an hour and failing miserably, I went to get my hair trimmed. You know, it's so retarded of me, but I love going to the salon. I love getting my hair cut and all the stuff that goes with it, like sitting in the spinny chair and wearing the vinyl cover. I asked her to trim the ends (fifty dollars for a lousy trim! I ask you!) and keep the layers on the bottom. She didn't do the layers the way I like them done, but whatever. It's just hair; it grows back. Hairdressers always insist on doing stupid things with my hair when they're done cutting it. They always have to blow it out straight and get rid of any curl or wave they see; they really hate the curls. Then they either curl it under or flip it up. Today she flipped the ends up. I think my hair looks silly blown straight with the ends flipped, but I always let them do it because I love sitting in the chair and getting my hair done. I'm like a dog that way. Oooh, I'm getting brushed! This is so great, I don't even have to groom myself, someone else is doing it! I hope I get a cookie afterwards!

And then I went grocery shopping. Oh, the excitement.

Oh, hold up, I remember the other thing. GAFF, as some of you know, has a member named Hellfire who "came out" in the "Godawful Subcultures: incest" thread to say that she was doing her father. Her father, it seems, sexually assaulted her when she was fifteen, and then spent the last four years (she's nineteen now) convincing her that, not only was what he did to her okay, but that he was the only one who could do that to her and not hurt her. She's convinced that "norms" are mostly bad and that non incestuous relationships are abusive. Clearly, this predator who calls himself her father messed up her life beyond repair. She also says that if she ever had a son, she would do him, too. Much squicking, of course, followed, along with many pleas (mostly mine) that she never, ever reproduce.

Along comes the Gaff thread, Should caffeine be a controlled substance? Most people agree that it's ridiculous. Hellfire chimes in with "I've been allowed tea since I was a toddler, but I wasn't allowed coffeee until I was three, and even then I was only allowed one cup. Tea and Coffee didn't do me and harm growing up.... It is up to the parents what they let the kids have."

I call irony.

*sigh*

Now, I could write, or I could play DDR. Both things are difficult and frustrating. Which will it be?

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