ikyrian: SatW's Finland (Grumpy)
My phone died. I've only had it for, like, five months. (I had to replace my iPod Touch after six and my new one is dying [after almost four months]). I'm hoping that being on the charger will resurrect it, but I doubt it. At least it's under warranty...?

And of course, I didn't save my contacts list, so that's now gone too. I'll get my old contacts list from my old phone which is only five months out of date, but you may see an email requesting updated information soon.

But seriously, why does technology hate me? I mean, I can't even wear nice watches! They never keep time correctly unless it's a digital face. And trust me, purple plastic is not always the most appropriate of accessories. Neither is a skull and crossbones, but at least that watch band is black leather. (And that one never died on me, maybe I should wear it more often).


In other news, I will once again be making my pilgrimage to Williamsburg for the Candlelight Concert at Bruton Parish in Historic Williamsburg. As always, it's the second Thursday of the month (12/9 this year), and I usually go down to Virginia Beach as well Friday evening or Saturday morning.

No arrangements have been made as of yet re: hotels and such, so my plans are a little flexible, but I'd love to see everyone while I'm down there! :)


I've been thinking (very idly) of making a blog called "Running on Concrete." Mostly because a) you shouldn't run on concrete, b) my body is retarded and doesn't like to run on anything but concrete and c) Running on Concrete is an awesome title. This will probably never come to fruition, but I still wanted to name to get out there. It's been percolating in my brain for weeks.

I'm now currently on Week 6 of the C25K program. After getting over the mental road block of Week 3, Weeks 4 and 5 were a breeze (even the 25 minute run). But now that I'm back to intervals on Week 6, I'm once again finding it difficult to push through the exercises. I actually gave up half way through Week 6 Day 2 today (5 min warm up, 10 run, 3 walk, 10 run, 4 min cool down). I'm blaming the weather (cold, dreary, cloudy, yucky) for today, but there will be no excuse for not getting through it on Friday.

To keep me motivated through the winter, I'm planning on signing up for a 5k run in the spring. This means, of course, that I actually have to be able to run a 5k by the time spring rolls around. Now, I just have to find a 5k in the area (not that that will be difficult at all) and convince myself that, no, really I want to do it. And then not wuss out at the last minute.

C'mon, it took me four years to get to the point of running in public. It may take another four just to get me to the race. I may always be late to the party, but at least I usually show up.

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I knew today was going to suck when I woke up to my second alarm (having not even heard the first alarm) and immediately thought, "What day is it?" I was in a fugue state for most of the rest of the day.

The reason? I took Brandon to Urgent Care last night in Falls Church for chest pains, because I (nominally) knew where it was. DC Metro traffic struck again, and it took us almost an hour to get there, despite the fact that we were going in the opposite direction of (most) rush hour traffic. Whoo. Got home late last night and was just bloody tired all day. Felt like I didn't really do any work all day.

They checked him out, did an EKG, took an x-ray, and proclaimed him "fine." The reason for his chest pain? "Slightly higher then normal blood pressure." I don't know about you, but I don't buy it.

I will say this, if you ever need to see a doctor right away and the emergency room is packed? Complain of chest pains. He checked in and a minute later he was taken to the back.
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I'm so fucking sick of snow. Snow all last week. Snow last weekend. Snow today. Snow tomorrow. Snow this weekend. Snow next week. Snow snow snow SNOW! D:< ARGH. EFFING SNOW CAN MELT NOW, KTHX.

It doubly sucks because MP goes into "Snow Emergency" mode at the first sign of "significant" (re: 3-6 inches of) accumulations, which means we have to cram the Mitsubishi, my car, and the dad's Tundra into our driveway or suffer the consequences. Stupid snow emergency route that goes NOWHERE. Literally goes to a dead end.

At least I've gained some driving chops in snow considering my adventures on I-270/I-495/I-66 when I came home from PA on Saturday. Amazing how much better my car does when the ABS breaks and the parking break engage all at once and stay on while driving. Very little sliding or fishtailing after that.

In ferret related news, I'm very worried about Vincent. Poor little guy seems so lonely without Baby. He's not really eating or drinking or playing, and now he's lost a significant amount of weight in the week that I was gone. I'm sure not having Baby to sleep with and then me not being around for a week didn't help. I'm going to have to make an appointment for him tomorrow (if they're open) and maybe see about getting him a companion from a rescue in the area. But I don't know if it would make it worse or better. :(

In HAPPY news, Travis has finally joined the ranks of the GAINFULLY EMPLOYED! WHOO! I'll probably never see him (he works night shift 7pm-7am, ugh) but finally gainfully employed! We're all very happy with this development. As for me, they're looking into adding additional responsibilities to my job description to help out in other parts of my office. But that won't happen until the May/June time frame (which would be right around the time I supposedly get my yearly review back...). This might mean certain folks get contacted by investigators again (sorry, guys, I know it's pain [trust me, I *know* it's a pain 9_9]). We'll see.

Hmm. Need to get to bed. Although, I might just take tomorrow off if we get liberal leave. It wasn't much fun driving out in there tonight, I can't imagine how it'll be at 5:30 tomorrow morning...
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Eight inches of snow and counting. We're expected to get something in the range of 15 to 22 inches before it's all over.

And I'm stuck here with a cold. And very little cold medicine. I slept for twelve hours last night and the cold and the wet make me want to sleep some more, but I think I'll stay up for a bit so my schedule doesn't get completely screwed.


Last weekend I went down to Williamsburg and Virginia Beach - Williamsburg to sing at Bruton Parish (which was lovely, if fraught with mistakes; I choked on some food two hours before the concert and had a catch in my throat the whole time) and I spent the night at the Lord Paget hotel. Sadly, I had a room next to Becky's and I got to listen to her bitch about everything that went wrong in the concert, bless her heart.

The next day I went over to Flo and Sam's and spent the day with Flo and Karlene. We hung about the apartment watching The West Wing (one of my favorite shows of all times), before we decided to head to the outlets. On the way home from the outlets we stopped at a ginormous Yankee Candle Store and managed to spend quite a bit of time there without actually sniffing their currently available scents. We did, however, take a look at their clearance room, the candy shop, the general store, and the year round winter holiday scene. It was built on the inside to look like a small village - I think it would be a fun place to go whenever it's really crappy outside just to have something bright and cheerful to go to.

After an amazing curry dinner cooked by Flo (which was awesome and delicious) we headed out to Busch Gardens Christmas Town (? - WETH it's called). That was fun, if a bit cold. My parents were there as well but we didn't actually see them while we wandered around. Turns out that in Germany you could buy real Wassail in a very lovely glass mug instead of just hot chocolate in a decent plastic one. Oh well. Very few of the rides were open, but Darkastle (which actually scared me, but it was a lot of fun) and the bumper cars were - something that I've never done before. So on that cold, wintry night I bumped people's cars and had an all around good time smacking the hell out of ten year olds in their vehicles. >:D

(Unfortunately, I did manage to hurt my neck to the point that by Monday I couldn't move my head well enough to drive safely, but still I had to go pick up my ferts and go to the dentist and finish shopping and then Tuesday was work and it was even worse until I remembered that I still had percoset and mega doses of ibuprofen from the root canal so I took some and by Wednesday it was much much better.)

After that we wandered around and saw the sights of the various countries. We watched the awesomely funny Tannenbaum show in Germany (I have no idea why we found it hilarious, but watching the lights on the tree and the surrounding areas was pretty funny). We drank our hot cocoa and listened to a man with an accordion sing Christmas carols, and took the train ride and all around had a good time. The last things we did were a) start a trend of standing on chairs next to the heat lamps and b) eat funnel cake. Sam apparently never had funnel cake before but since I made it to 25 without riding on bumper cars, I do not judge.

After that we went home to watch more TV until it was time for bed. (At which point I got a spectacular nose bleed, and Karlene had me shove q-tips up my nose and then she promptly laughed. Okay, it was pretty funny.) Once that was over, we went to bed, and I slept like the day.

Then Karlene and I drove down to Virginia Beach where we went on this tour of historical houses in the area. Karlene kept mentioning that she had never even knew that most of the houses were there. I didn't either, to be honest, but then I don't know much about Virginia Beach beyond that there's a) a beach, b) friends of mine live there, and c) Busch Gardens isn't too far. Unfortunately by the time were we getting close to done, my stupid digestive system kicked in and I started having a hypoglycemic attack. Flo's admittedly delicious breakfast did not tide me over and we missed lunch due to the tour. :( So, I was a bit cranky (sorry Karlene) by the end. And since some of the houses were privately owned, I didn't feel right taking pictures beyond the outside of the house.

After, I went to check in at my hotel then met with Karlene and Jessie to eat some Greek food. (It was delicious. I love Greek food and we don't have a Greek-only restaurant near me (it's Italian/Greek food), I'd have to go into DC, which just ugh, sometimes.) After an evening of good conversation and food, we all headed our separate ways and I went back to the hotel and watched a special on the wild pig/boar epidemic in the US before crashing hard. Goddamn I love king size beds. A drunk guy tried to get into my room that night and we lost power at some point, but over all it was nice experience.

When I woke up I took a walk along the board walk/beach for about fifteen blocks. My original intent was to go to the Old Coast Guard house, but that didn't open until noon, and I was to be having lunch with Jessie and Karlene, so I didn't get to see it. Oh, well, there's always next time. It was drizzling when I started my walk, and on the way back it was out and out raining, so I got a little soaked. I went back to the hotel to dry off and watch a show about the presidents of the US (when I got home Travis was watching the same special, which made me laugh) before heading out to lunch. If I have one complaint about Virginia Beach it's this - they know that they are at or below sea level in some places, why in God's name are their roads so damn prone to flooding? Shouldn't that have been a consideration when constructing them?

After a delightful lunch it was time to head home. Man, I wish I could see them more often. I need to make an effort to get down there at least once year. Maybe that'll be a life resolution, or something.


When I got to work on Tuesday, big developments happened in the office - Mark had quit, so we shuffled our desks around. I got his old desk, but I'm not sure if I want to keep it because I don't get as much work done back there. But it's nice to not have people walking behind me all the time (I hate that). We also had won a new contract, and I was one of the people who is included on that contract. My one substantive contribution was not to use the red folders (we're processing case work for the Wounded Warriors and instead use purple (i.e. purple hearts). The red would've been too gauche.
ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Default)
1. My actual alarm clock has recently died and I'm being forced to use my travel alarm clock until I replace it.
1a. This lead to me slapping of said dead alarm clock in desperation while the travel clock goes off on the other side of the room.
1b. Twice. In a row.
1c. I nearly ripped it out of the wall before my brain caught up with my body.

2. I absolutely must have time to hit my snooze button.
2a. I currently have an hour and fifteen minutes worth of time to play with my snooze button.
2b. This annoys the shit out of my mom when she has a day off.
2c. (Sorry Mom)

3. My alarm clock is currently set to go off at 4:45 in the morning.
3a. I never thought there would come a day when my alarm clock would be set to go off at FOUR FORTY FIVE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.

4. I always set my alarm clock fifteen minutes fast to compel me out of bed faster.
4a. It doesn't really work. It sometimes just confuses me.
4b. Because of this, I woke up last night at 11:30, about forty five minutes after I went to bed, bolted out of bed and down the stairs before I realized that I read my clock wrong and I wasn't late for work. It was still dark out for crying out loud.
4c. I can't even blame that on the cold medicine because I didn't take it until I was downstairs staring blearily at the cat who was wondering what the hell I was doing and since I was down there could I please feed her?

5. The travel alarm clock's alarm increases in speed and volume the longer you ignore it.
5a. Goddamn alarm clock.
ikyrian: David Thewlis (*snerk*)
I've noticed that I've been more...upbeat lately. I smile more. I laugh more. I'm more creative. I don't tend to think "my life sucks" as much. (I'm actually at the "my life could be better, but right now it's not so bad" stage) I don't take things so seriously anymore. Nothing has really changed. I'm not entirely sure why that might be, but I'm just gonna roll with the punches. In fact, that's really what changed - I'm rolling with the punches much better than I used to. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel.

I have two new friends on my friends list. I have no idea who they are. I have no idea why they added me. I can't actually read their journal entries. They both speak RUSSIAN. (Erm. I'm assuming it's Russian, I'm not actually sure.) In any case, I'm highly amused by this.

I'd put their entries through Babel-Fish but I really can't expend the effort.
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My maternal grandmother is in the hospital. I'm not entirely sure what exactly brought it on, but I do know that it has something to do with her heart. They want to do another bypass surgery. She's 89 years old.

I would love to go see her. There's just one draw back - my grandfather. He's an alcoholic and because of that he has made swiss cheese of his brain (literally). He's an absolute nightmare to be around. He's belligerent. Forgetful. Violent. The last time we were there, he tried to attack my aunt's children; Travis intervened and Grandfather hit him instead. He also demanded that Brandon get out of his house because he didn't know who he was. He was, as usual, drunk.

That was over three years ago. I have not been back since nor has the rest of this branch of the Herron clan.

I love my grandparents. I really do. But I don't know if I can ever go back again while he's still alive.
ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Bitch please)
I don't know how many of you follow my drama with allergies, but I have one more to add to the list. Since I'm having trouble remembering them all, I need to write them down. So things that I am allergic to are as follows:

Artificial Sweetener
Tomatoes (according to the allergist, I've never had a reaction to them...)
Some ingredient in dark colas (probably the color)



Please note that these are not in any sort of order as I'm way more allergic to shellfish than I am to tomatoes. Also the different categories produce a different allergic response. The food category, since it is ingested, produces the more life threatening swelling of the lips, mouth, throat (in that order), followed by hives on the arms and swelling of the legs. The animals can produce those if found in large quantities/long exposure to, but are more likely to aggravate my atopic eczema and dyshidrotic eczema. The sunlight allergy just produces a small papular extremely itchy rash on the exposed areas (arms, neck, chest, legs, etc.).

The eggs I just learned about last night from the damn cole slaw. It is also what prompted me to make a list so I know to avoid them in the future.
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Ok, remember me lamenting my life...wait that's not specific enough.

Hmm. Ok, remember me talking about the choices ahead of me and how I really wanted to get out of this place and yet at the same time I wanted to stay because the MCC has the chance to sing in a super spectacular awesome place. And then called it "Kennedy Center"?

I meant Carnegie Hall. Fucking Carnegie Hall. Jesus.

We now have two composers wanting us to join for the 2009 season and sing. Unfortunately the concert itself is split into two halves and both are in opposing halves. If we make it well, that's one helluva good reason to stay right there.

If we don't?

Fly like the wind, Bullseye!
ikyrian: Naruto - Iruka (...buh?)
I know some of you might find it a little ridiculous, but I'm a huge Meat Loaf fan. And I'm not talking about the thing your mother ruins on a semi-monthly basis. Well, my mother doesn't. Her meatloaf is delicious. Especially topped with Worcestershire sauce. Mmm.

I'm talking about the singer Meat Loaf, with Steinmann. (Steinman? Steimann? Does anyone ever really remember the guy on the piano?) Which is crazy because the music was considered old before I was even born. But there's something about his vocals against Jim Steinman's awesome song writing abilities that makes me so happy.

It's also crazy because I only have three of his albums (Bat out of Hell, Dead Ringer for Love, and Bat out of Hell III: The Monster is Loose), and that my love for his music was based entirely on Bat out of Hell. And I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That). (Has anyone figured out what he won't do? I sure haven't.)

ANYWAY- the point of this story is that I have a raging metaphorical hardon for Meat Loaf's music and that it can sometimes be a little embarrassing. And that the albums I do have I play a lot and can listen to them over and over and over again. Not only do I listen to them a lot, but I sing along with them every single time.

It's very surreal drive in to Chorale practice singing along with Meat Loaf, go into Chorale and sing Schubert's Mass in G, and then go out and start caterwauling to Paradise By the Dashboard Light on the way home. Very, very surreal. And a lot of fun. I love the look on the other Chorale members when I bust out with "Ain't no doubt about it/we were doubly blessed/cuz we were barely seventeen and barely dressed..."

That's not the embarrassing thing. The embarrassing thing happened today as I got out of the car once I got home from work. I was currently listening to and singing along with More than You Deserve and as I climbed out of the car belting out "Why don't you take some more, it's what you came for/And don't mind me, I won't throw you no curves/C'mon and have yourself a ball with my good woman/Won't you take some more boy, it's more than you deserve?"

And there sits the next door neighbor's son *coughjailbaitcough* fiddling with some sort of dune buggy thing, staring at me like I've lost my mind. Which I have, but that so isn't the point. The point is that when I spotted him, I cut off mid-lyric and squeaked. And turned red. But the real embarrassing thing was this high-pitched SQUEAK that came out of my mouth like I'm some sort of rodent. GAH.

Then he said, "Very good." and clapped a little.

Wish I had the presence of mind to just laugh it off with, "Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week. Literally." I just fled instead.
ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Satoshi)
Though I made the decision to start looking for a new job primarily in the VA Beach area, I find myself with conflicting desires.

On the one hand, I could possibly have a job in a place close to one of my most favorite places in VA and be near very dear friends whom I miss terribly.

On the other hand, there is the Chorale who has a chance to sing at the Kennedy Center next Christmas season thanks to Mark Hayes. The Kennedy Center. This will probably be my only chance of doing something so awesome. But maybe I hold that place in too high regard.

It's odd that the Chorale has so much pull on me, especially now that we are doing our third all CHRISTIAN concert in a row (well, almost all Christian concert - we're singing the William Tell Overture. Yes, you read that right. We're singing the William Tell Overture.) That's three out of four concerts that primarily focuses on Christian music.

This is not why I signed up with a community chorale. If I wanted to sing Christian music I would actually attend church and join the choir. But I don't want to sing this music. And it's not like I despise the music or Christianity. It's just that I thought by joining a community chorale, I would be able to sing a wide variety of music. That isn't to say there isn't any variety in the styles of Christian music, but there's not much variety in the theme of Christian music.

Our first concert was awesome. We did it, literally, in the style of a 40s/WWII radio show. We had an announcer, skits, commercials, sound effects, an "in studio" audience, the whole works. It was fun, light hearted, and best of all secular. It set the bar to what I thought we would be doing each concert and it set that bar so high that I don't know if we'll ever surpass it.

Don't get me wrong, we've done some beautiful music. But there is other stunningly beautiful music that isn't about Christianity that I had hoped we would explore. And I'm highly disappointed that we're not.

So why would I let this group tempt me, even for a second, into staying in the Northern VA area? Why does it hold such sway over me that I would consider giving up one of my longest, most desired dreams?

The potential maybe. This group has so much potential to do so many great and wonderful things vocally, publicly, and yes, even spiritually. Every single concert that we've done this year has been a "Concert with a Cause." This is where we select a charity or struggling non-profit and ask that members and guests donate to them. Through our efforts, we've managed help out in the lives of hundreds of men, women and children, especially when they needed it the most. We often go around to retirement homes and lend our voices to those who can't make it to the concert.

We've done so much in our community already. But we could be doing so much more in our community by appealing to a wider audience by not focusing solely on Christian music.

Maybe I only want to stay because I hope to one day see a time when the group isn't so closed off.

And maybe because of the Kennedy Center.
ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Bitch please)
Note to self: Do not scratch legs then wear dark wash Grane jeans without Benadryl.

On a much happier note, I'm buying a new car!! And it's going to be actually a new car, not a new-to-me car! Well...it'll be a 2007 Mazda3 (in purple! squee!), so not exactly new new. But, y'know, new. I'm really excited.

Of course, once I get the damn car that's when the ferrets will decide to be seriously sick and totally wipe out my savings.

ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Default)
After a really shitty day at work I was hit by this:

It's really, really, super hard to think for yourself when you have to do the thinking for five other people; it doesn't matter how hard you think for the other people, all your boss will remember is that you sounded like an idiot because your brain was too busy thinking for someone else and not yourself.
ikyrian: David Thewlis (*snerk*)
Mwahahahah! House warming gift acquired! :D :D :D

Thank GOD for the Sugarloaf Festival. *nods*


May. 10th, 2003 08:03 pm
ikyrian: HiNaBN's {...} (Default)
Too tired to think up of a title today. It was a rather lethargic day today, I didn't do a whole lot. I confirmed that yes, I was still working at VA Peddler (a measly three days this month, whoo! Go me! 9_9), and I also purchased Mother's Day gifts and the May edition of Newtype USA magazine. Heeeeeeeee! They had DNAngel in it!! Which is one of my favorite anime's, along with Fruits Basket, where the voice actress of Tohru spoke about playing her and Tohru's personality. Reading this magazine always gives me this insane urge to draw, although, in general, anime/manga always give me urges to draw something. I just wish that they looked half as good as the people in the magazine. *sigh* One day! One day I'll be able to color things correctly and make it look *good*. One day. *sings* Oooooooooover the raiiiiiiiiinboooooooooooowww....where dreams come truuuuuuuuuueeee...

*cough* Sometimes those types of things just need to come out.

Recently I've been wanting to watch all of Slayers again. I guess that's why I've been rereading much of the shounen-ai/yaoi fanfic recently. In fact, I'm doing it right now. Xelloss is so evil *smirk* It doesn't help that my family and I went to Edoya, which is a Japanese restaurant and I was listening to people talk in Japanese. Didn't understand a whole lot, but it did give me this wild urge to watch something animated.

I can't think of anything else of importance to say, so I think that I'll just shut up now. Heheheh.


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