roily_rogue: (Joe the Saint)
( Feb. 8th, 2011 05:36 pm)
Well! The cold was false alarm, but I cuddled up in my shell anyway, because there's just not much going on at the moment. Oh, except that I was called to take a test re: that place I applied for a job at and if I didn't flunk too bad, they'll call me up for an interview. I don't know if I'd look forward to working there - the place seems kind of stiff - but it would be more money, and it's always all about money.

My hubby will look over my fic. This freaks me out a little, because while it's gen and I've tried not to make it very schmoopy, it's still...fangirl material and he's a guy with a guy-ish point of view and while he's promised not to snicker even on the inside, some reactions just can't be helped. But I've reached a point where I CAN'T proceed with the fic until I have someone else's input, so it must happen.

I would have thought that, at this age, I would have been more secure and confident in myself, steady as a rock and completely comfortable with who I am and what I do. But I almost feel more insecure now than I was as a teenager. It's baffling.
When I'm down and hubby asks me what's wrong, he usually gets a reply somewhere along the lines of "I don't knoooooooooow. It's everything. It's nothing. I heard someone say something and it made me think of this which led to that and ultimately made me realize that I'm fat and ugly and I suck."

When my hubby's down and I ask him what's wrong, he says "I want more money."

I have to go to work. I slept five hours and I'm hungry, but have no appetite and I suspect Bob might be working tonight. Tonight is going to be hell. I want more money.
roily_rogue: (Smirk!)
( Jan. 1st, 2011 02:18 pm)
New Year's was quiet, uneventful and good. We had been planning on going to a party, but various factors made us stay at home. No resolutions or anything, just a toast. Oh, and I made an omelette.

I have sleeping problems, bursitis in my hip and period pains. I'm working on a fandom rant, but it seems I've been bitten by the editing bug. I don't know when and if it will ever actually get properly posted.

And that's how I start off 2011. Whee.
I wrote the phrase "looking forward to future correspondence" or something similar in a Christmas card. Who would write stuff like that in a Christmas card? Arthur, that's who. I've taken this fandom thing too far again.
I'm sorry, [personal profile] kyrenekyorl - your Christmas card might not only be late, but lame as well! :(
I have been cranky and tired and thus stayed away, but today is my day off and we just bought a Christmas tree!<333 Lugged it home in the rain and everything!

Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was  looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.

The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.

Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?

Now: cheese sandwich and writing.

roily_rogue: (Hug!)
( Dec. 8th, 2010 06:51 pm)

It has been my day off and I woke up at 4PM.
Because I got to sleep at 8AM.
Because I was wound up because I have my PERIOD. No, I'm not censoring that. I'd post pictures if I had the energy. I'm in that kind of mood.

I thought I'd get some Christmas spirit going by treating my husband to the Swedish version of O Holy Night, but hadn't counted on him getting distracted by the rousing "Oh HELL" of the chorus. Sigh.  But here you guys go, anyway. Try not to snicker too much?

I re-wrote the beginning of my fic for the third time and I think it's coming together a little better in my head now!

And now I need to write more before I get too groggy.

This image!<3333333333
I'm having trouble finding the artist, though.:(

Yesterday I went shopping and made a fool of myself. I was standing in line with the soon-to-be-mine sweater dress draped over my arm when I realized I no longer felt or saw the other shopping bags I'd been carrying around. So I got out of line and headed over to the dressing rooms, where I told the girl working that I had left my bags in the dressing room. She checked and nothing there. It was then that I realized that the bags were still draped over my arm underneath the sweater. Blush blush.

But I got three black work sweaters and one grey sweater dress for $54,80 total! Does that make up for it?

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( Nov. 11th, 2010 02:29 pm)
Last night was cold, so my hubby made me hot cocoa! This led to drama.

I was walking down to the basement with a cup full of cocoa in one hand and a plate with a coffee cake in the other. See, in order to get to our basement (where the computer is), you first have to descend a flight of stairs to the garage, then go down two-three steps from there to the basement door, then open it and there you are. I brave this path daily with both hands full of edibles and like to turn the garage light out as soon as I enter the garage, just so I won't have to waste my precious energy going back up again. I have no trouble walking the last few steps in the dark and I know how to negotiate plates and cups like a ninja. Most of the time.

This time, as soon as I turned the light out with my plate-hand, I took a step down and immediately heard a dripping sound from my cup-hand. Frantically, I tried to reach the light switch again, but for some reason this failed and the cocoa just kept running and in the dark, I couldn't see which way my cup hand was leaning, so every adjustment I tried to make failed miserably and my hot cocoa kept spilling out onto the staircase.

The culmination of events was that I yelled, in a panic, for my husband, who was in the basement at the time, to please come stop me from spilling cocoa everywhere. He did. And he is usually a very eloquent man, especially when it comes to sarcasm, but the only thing he could manage at that point was a "You're totally psycho".

But then I had cocoa and all was well. Except that he's totally going to tell all his friends about this.
- We have a new computer monitor! Everything is so bright and spacious!! I'm totally overwhelmed and I'm sure I'll end up with a headache later on, but eeeeeeeeee!! I can actually look at dark images again! There's suddenly a crapload of previously-unplayable games that I can now play! Like Submachine! I feel RICH!

- My reading page is so overrun by feeds, that it's getting hard to track the actual journals. Surely there must be a nifty solution for this?

- The other day, a coworker told me that one of the managers had said I am "awesome". *beams*
It's kind of strange, because I really don't work with that particular manager, like, at all, but still!
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( Nov. 5th, 2010 10:34 pm)
On Tuesday, hubby and I went out to celebrate that it's been 10 years since we officially became a couple! We had coffee and Thai food and then we went to shop for books. (I got this - if any artist could inspire me to take up art again, it would probably be Jaime Hernandez. Or Hiroaki Samura.)

I understand that there's a new Wheel of Time book out. Man. This thing has been going for twenty years!! It was a huge part of my high school years (maybe even junior high...? Oh say it ain't so.) Apparently, this installment gives a lot of page time to what used to be my favorite character, so I might just have to pick it up. But geez, getting back into the ball of yarn of that universe feels like an intimidating task even with the Internet. It's not even like my favorite was a particularly fantastic character - I latched on to him when I was young and lost and wanted something to latch onto and then I just kind of clung out of loyalty. Loyalty's a strong force, though. I never completely let go of old fandoms. Oh, and I can still remember the thrill of rushing to the bookstore to pick up the latest, untranslated WOT book after ordering it. The happy smell of paper, cardboard and pens. *reminisces*

On the topic of JGL, he appears to be back in action. I really, really want to give him a hug.

I was thinking the other day about how far removed the Arthur character is from JGL until I realized how wrong I was:

“The spiral in a snail’s shell conforms to what some call the golden ratio: about 1 to 1.618,” he says. “The curve can be found in the Milky Way, in pine cones and in the proportion between the distances from the tip of your toes to your navel, and your navel to the top of your head.”


Joseph Gordon-Levitt has put on a tie, as he does before every interview. This wouldn’t be noteworthy if not for the fact that we’re talking to each other on the phone. “Yeah, I put on a tie to talk to you,” he admits, laughing at the absurdity. “Doing interviews requires a certain mindset. You have to speak in a way that’s quotable and translates to text—if I put on a tie it helps me remember that.”

JGL was Arthur before there was an Arthur. I'm so amused.

Other than that, I mostly feel the listlessness of the spoiled.
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( Nov. 1st, 2010 07:34 pm)
We've been living here for five years and this is the first time we've gotten trick-or-treaters!  I guess that yard work kind of paid off, after all?

I have a day off. I am kind of almost working on my fic about Arthur's mother. And Arthur. And his tentatively budding friendship with Eames post-Inception. I am a horribly slow and lazy writer. There's something wrong in my brain that makes it so. Internet distraction factors in as well. But then, I also feel out of my depth, because the Inception world is very very far from mine.

It's upsettingly wet outside, considering I need to go out to buy cat food. But I need to go, because otherwise Markus will squeal and beep and chirp in agony tonight. There's no way I'm braving this waterfall all the way to the pet store to get him the diet food tonight, though - he'll get a couple cans of Friskies to tide him over. I'm sure he won't mind.
Tonight was the stuff of sitcoms. I'm too tired to share it all right now, just know that it was bad. Also: I love my hubby. A lot.
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( Oct. 18th, 2010 09:49 pm)

Yeah hi, this whole "life" thing is a bit uninspiring right now. The Roily household has cleaning to do this week, because hubby's dad will be staying with us for hubby's grandpa's funeral on Saturday. So I'm sitting here, wasting precious hours on the Internet when I should tackle the growing debris in the kitchen.

I feel like I'm never getting enough sleep, I'm excited for Christmas, I kind of loathe Halloween, I feel pretty useless and lame in general, my houseplants look pretty bad and it's twice now in a month that I've almost gotten a write-up at work due to my till being $40 over or so, only for it to be revealed at last minute that it was the new assistant manager's fault, for printing the till summary before I'd completed the last transaction or forgetting to post-void a botched transaction. Which I'm not really mad at her for, because she's new and super nice and I like her a lot, but GAH.
My till's almost never off, I'll have you know, and I've only gotten one write-up in the close-to-three-years I've been working there and that was the very first week. I'll also have you know that I hate cashiering with a passion, because my head is not designed for fast math and people=stress to me. I mean, some recovery shifts are absolutely horrible, but I'll still take that kind of stress any day over cashiering on a slow day.

Now that that's off my chest, I should probably go do something useful.

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( Oct. 11th, 2010 10:29 pm)

- Extremely lazy. Just...drained. I generally don't deal with fall very well, but this year is worse than most.

- I just cut my hair! Only $15,50. It wasn't until I came home that I realized I look like my mom. But that's OK - my mom's hot.

- JGL. I don't know what I like most about him - his big adorable grin that makes everything a little brighter, his boyish enthusiasm, that he knows exactly how to wear clothes, his down-to-earth charm, his inexplicable charisma (despite not being conventionally handsome), his strange chemistry with Tom Hardy, how he slaughtered Jimmy Fallon in laser tag, his erotic photoshoot with Claudia Schiffer, that he turned the tables on the paparazzi, his acting and how he physically changes from role to role (I would post links, but no - too much and too lazy), that he's acrobatic like whoa, that he did his own stunts in Inception, that he speaks (and sings in) French, that he's smart and articulate and fun to read in interviews and professional and...? I dunno! He's a little much for me sometimes, but so gosh darn huggable. I want to ruffle his hair. I'm a year older than him, so I think that's alright.

- I still need to get some icons. JGL icons? Inception icons? Arthur icons? Arthur/Eames icons? I think I'm overwhelmed by the massive quantities of just such icons available everywhere.

I shouldn't be posting in this state. One day I will make a post with a point, I'm sure.*sigh*

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( Oct. 7th, 2010 07:14 pm)
Hubby hurt his foot/leg somehow and is in a lot of pain and can't walk. I made him dinner! OK, so the dinner was store-bought orange chicken and tater tots heated in the oven, but it was dinner and I made it! He's still in pain, though.:(

On a more serious, but less personal note, JGL's brother died. :( JGL called him his "super hero". *cries* I feel so bad for him and his family I don't know what foot to stand on.

We saw Brick last night. Loved it. Smooth, atmospheric and occasionally hilarious. JGL reminded me a bit of my brother in it, which made me miss him. :(


I went to the dentist to have a filling adjusted and it actually wasn't as excruciatingly painful as last time. Yay!

I am writing on one of my Wolverine/Nightcrawler (gen) fics that have been lying around for ages. I wonder why this is such an underused pairing, fic-wise. Is it because they're so canonically happy together or what? Admittedly, I find them hard to write, myself, partly because of that, but I'm chronically blocked, so I don't count. There are so many talented writers out there that I wish would tackle these two. They have a fascinating relationship! Really!
Or is it because the majority of fics out there is slash and most slashers just don't find Kurt attractive? Perish the thought.
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( Aug. 31st, 2010 04:28 pm)
Seems like we won't be able to afford that bed after all. I am very bummed.

Also, I have to get up early on Friday to go to my dentist, whom I have grown to really dislike, and have a painful adjustment done on past fillings. I should rant about her later.
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( Aug. 30th, 2010 07:05 pm)
It's my day off and I've spent it running errands and cleaning the kitchen. Summer is on its way out, which depresses me. Through work, I got an offer for a king-size mattress and boxspring for $300, which is just what we have wanted for a good long while (we currently have two full-sized beds pushed together) and we MIGHT be able to swing it if we tighten our belts, but then, we might not. The offer's only for this week. It would mean back to poverty again after a stretch of non-poverty, and I'm so sick of being poor. But on the other hand - a king-size bed for $300? How often do you come across that?

I might need coffee.
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( Aug. 28th, 2010 12:07 am)
I had a nightmare about unorganized travel. I had a pile of clothes, but no suitcase to put them in. I lost my passport, then I hadn't lost my passport. I was on the wrong train, but then I was perhaps not. I lost my mom at a camp and couldn't for the life of me figure out how it happened. Somehow I ended up home. I think. Everything was confusing. Kind of like travel in real life. Man, I hate travel.
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( Aug. 27th, 2010 03:50 pm)
I am in a huge amount of estrogen-induced pain.

I am also annoyed at people's use of the term "bromance". I love the word, when it's used to describe male friendships that are actually openly affectionate and very close, but when people assign the term to any old love/hate relationship they are currently entertained by, I don't see the point of even using the word.

I put black flowers on my wall. I think I'm pleased with the results, but it feels so off-beat, I hesitate.

Last night, we watched Nanny McPhee. You must love a kid's movie that features dead bodies, jokes about incest and old people dying and which starts off with a scene of 6 kids seemingly eating a baby. Emma Thompson is definitely on my "like" list now.

I do not want to go to work.

To-do list:

- Dig up blackberry vines.
- Rejoice that I now have a new TV stand that's looking very, very good. (And that I assembled it myself!)
- Plan what to do with the yard for next spring.
- Continue writing the half-finished Logurt fics I have lying around. 
- Finish the horror comic I've been (not) working on for ages.
- Send huge batch of pictures of my Sweden trip last summer to be developed.
- Make album with said pictures and send to the friend who sponsored said trip out of the goodness of his heart.

There must be more. But it'll do for now.
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( Aug. 25th, 2010 07:33 pm)
Today we merrily went to IKEA to pick up the TV stand I've been craving, only to discover that it was too big to take on the bus home! Woe. But! I decided I would no longer put up with the glued-and-stapled mess of boards and wax cloth we've had since we moved here and put the rest of my birthday money towards getting it delivered. And we got $20 off, by showing a bus ticket! God and me, we're pals.

So! Things are looking up a little at Casa Roily. My precious couch cover should show up any day now, too. I know the kitties are already sharpening their claws in anticipation. They will be dealt with.

Speaking of kitties, Busy demands to be let into the bedroom every morning and then it's cuddle time. He steps very gingerly and politely and makes requests with soft little paws. If you wiggle your toes, he will politely attack them. If you make a sudden move, he will jump three feet in the air and his tail will foof like a feather duster. (My hubby has way too much fun with that.)
His cuddle time must be done sans Markus, because once HE's inside the door, it's every man for himself. There's nothing polite about Markus' approach. He will walk all over your tender parts, scratch his way under your blanket and burrow in, blithely flexing his claws on whatever piece of skin he can reach. Just try to remove him - I dare you. He will cling to the sheets, to the covers, to the carpet, to you. He will lay down on his back with his claws out. And he will scream like you're cutting his umbilical cord.
I love them.

I took a Sex ID test on the BBC site and apparently, my brain is pretty male. Whoda thunk? It was spurred by this. The debate in the comment section - as with most debates - makes me want to skip the gender thing entirely. SCIENCE SAYS a whole lot of contradictory things, apparently.

I need to pee.
roily_rogue: (cuddly)
( Aug. 20th, 2010 03:29 pm)
We got some money in!! So we went out and celebrated our birthdays by eating out at Mother's! And the next day I went shopping!! Eeeee! I bought a leatherette jacket! And a hat! And two crazy cheap t-shirts (which I showed to my hubby by opening my jacket and going "I got two of these!") . And then I ordered a couch cover, because our couch is horrible and the old cover is all torn apart by cats. And we're going to get a TV stand! And I got hanging plants, these beautiful Wandering Jews and one of them is all purple and silvery and supposedly they're really hardy, so they might actually survive! My home! It's starting to look like a home!

My yard, however, is not looking much like a yard. I'm completely in the dark when it comes to gardening, it seems. I bought fertilizer, but I can't fertilize the roses at this time of year and expect flowers before next spring. And the rhododendron...apparently watering it is not a remedy against sunburn. I'm bummed. And it needs to be pruned, but you're apparently supposed to do that in the winter. Is there anything I can do now to make it look better? Apparently not. SIGH.

So I really should be in bed, but I'm wound up.
Work stuff. )

But on the bright side -  Dad sent me a camera for my birthday! I can fill this journal with movies and pictures of my cats! <3333
Oh, and Mom sent me chocolate and a dress! Swedish chocolate!<33333333333333333333333333
Oh oh oh! And my grandparents (paternal) sent me $50! I talked to Grandma on the phone and she was, as usual, keen on pointing out how old she and Grandpa are and how little they have left of life. "We have our future behind us, little Anna."  It doesn't get much more Swedish than that. :( 

We're waiting for a check. When it comes in, there will be shopping sprees.

I really need to go to bed now.

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( Aug. 11th, 2010 12:02 am)
I just turned 30.

*breaks down*
I am browsing pictures of an abandoned morgue while listening to Richard Marx' "Right here waiting" and I had better stop crying soon, because I need to go to work!

When I was little, there was this prayer I used to say routinely every night before bed. I had seen it embroidered and framed on the wall. It read:

Lord, help me to consider
how quickly my life will pass
like a stream runs its days and its years.

(Sounds better in Swedish - it even rhymes!)

And the point is - WHAT KIND OF THING IS THAT FOR A 10-YEAR OLD TO PRAY EVERY NIGHT?? Oh Sweden. Sometimes I'm so glad to be rid of you. At the time, it was oddly comforting, though.

I must now go battle customers!

PS: That blueberry bread is FANTASTIC!
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( Aug. 4th, 2010 02:48 pm)
I've been having these heartburn problems. Or acid reflux or whatever it should be defined as. For months. I went to the doctor and she prescribed me Omeprazol (these big capsules that rattle and will leave a salty-chalky taste in your mouth no matter how quick you swallow them) for two months and said she would call after one month and if it didn't get better, she would scope me to see what's going on. (She never did call, but whatever). So I took the pills for two months and I was getting better! Until just the other week when we ran out of money and had to subside on hotdogs. Naturally, it all flared up again and here I am, running out of Omeprazol. Pretty crestfallen.

And the point is that I DON'T WANT TO BE SCOPED.
But I'm really tired of this. It's affecting my sleep and I would like to be able to eat tomatoes and onions and drink something besides apple juice again. I've recently had to succumb to ingesting Pepto-Bismol in liquid form and it's even viler than I thought it would be. 
A heartburn-prone workmate of mine says her doctor wants to remove her gallbladder. OH GOD.

They're driving a huge digging machine (I know there's another word for it, but I'm afraid I'm still kind of Swedish) on our front lawn, a mere couple feet from our window. The cats watch with disinterest. My spoiled little brats.<3
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( Jul. 23rd, 2010 05:00 pm)
Six and a half garbage bags of debris and counting. It will probably end up twice that amount. I wish I was kidding.
And from this we learn that if you are a broke procrastinator and have the option of NOT having a yard, you should probably go for that. My neighbors are staring in awe.

On the other hand: fish burritos! With avocado, black olives, lettuce and a fantastic sauce made with light sour cream, mayonnaise and dill! <3
I was thinking that maybe I should start journalling a little again? Even though I'm really not a natural journaller. (Spellcheck insists that "journaller" is not a word).

Some basics for those interested:

- I am Swedish, but live in the States.
- I am happily married. Extremely so, actually.
- My yard looks horrible, but I'm working on it.
- I have two cats.
- I am a Nightcrawler fan and a Nightcrawler/Wolverine fan.
- I don't post very often, but maybe I should try.
- I am slowly starting to come out of my shell and learning what this "life" thing is all about.
- I will probably get around to making this journal pretty eventually.


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