Well, I realized at least one major reason why I've been having so much trouble with thinking and coherency and comprehension.

I've been (at best) managing perhaps 400-600 calories a day. When I, personally, need 2380 a day to be healthy and whatnot given my weight, height and activity level. So I've basically been starving my brain, whee. But it's not like I can help it, I just can't keep food down. That's also probably why I've been feeling so lightheaded and on the verge of passing out lately. That's honestly not usually a warning sign for me, as I'm prone to fainting spells under stress and high emotion, which have pretty much been fueling me of late. Besides which, I haven't been sleeping well. But last night I was realizing how hungry I felt but how sick to my stomach I was, and I started going over how long it's been bothering me and what I've been eating. :/

But in good news: a dear friend from Phoenix is coming up here tomorrow to give a hand - especially since husband_brother might be working straight through until next weekend. And the same dear friend is going to be moving up here, which shall be wonderful! But it looks like we'll have at least three people (including myself) to run crap over to the new place. husband_brother will be handling the furniture, however. The big stuff, at least.

It's storming now, but nobody would recognize the back of the Devil Shed at this point. :D It's been stripped (almost), cleaned, sprayed, dusted, bleached and everything else I could think of to negate the fact that I've been using it as a smoking space (that regularly gets fish bowled) for two years.

Now there's a thunderstorm and I'm taking a break before I try and finish my closet. Laura San Giacomo is on TV!

For once, my subject line isn't a random lyric, it's actually relevant to this entry.

I am referring to the previous tenants who had the house before us. We somewhat questioned their sanitary habits before, but gave them the benefit of the doubt that they were in the middle of moving. And believed them when the claimed the stained linoleum was from before they moved in.

I call them hippies because they are the extremist tree-hugging sort. The holier-than-thou, sacrifice personal hygiene and common sense in the name of...whatever, and generally give the impression of being the sort to show up at PETA rallies with no idea why they're even there.

Our first clue as to their general shadiness - because all the above was generally excused, as we only met them once - was the fact that the lied to us about certain small details regarding the house. But we figured maybe they were confused, hey, it happens. They also lied about the landlady. That was not so excusable.

Then there was there staunch insistence that they couldn't actually be out of the house on time. There was 'too much to do'. That, in particular, makes me twitch. I had too much to do, too, but I still got it done, and so did Nija. But some pressure from the landlady, and they were out just a few days after they were supposed to be.

But oh, did they leave their mark. And I mean that literally, in some cases. Gouges and dents in the walls and doors. Stains on the floor. Crayon or marker on doors. A giant, freaking credenza in my bedroom. The credenza, which has proved too heavy for even the quite strong to move properly, was moved into the bedroom to cover a hole in a door. Now a normal person would either a) fess up (not likely with these people) or b) hang a poster over it. Not use a massive, unwieldy piece of furniture.* They didn't bother to clean the stove, which had years worth of gunk and mess in it, and just generally left trash and mess about.

And then there was....the fridge.

Not the fridge in the kitchen. Oh no, that was cleaned out. No, it was the hidden fridge they failed to mention in the shed. Not only did they fail to mention it, they failed to clean it out, and left crap in there to spoil once the power was turned off. Which it was. The shed reeks. The fridge is defrosting so that the waste can be removed, but for the love of all that is holy....

And on top of that, they stole the microwave.

The damn dirty hippies stole our microwave.

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*The plus side here being it's a beautiful piece that will serve as a bureau.

Ack, the buses have arrived in town over at damned. Well, this is going to be...interesting. O.o

Have begun taking furniture apart. Had a small fight with my mother over one of my statues - that is actually still in Seattle, hence the fight - and banged my legs to hell trying to get a table apart. My knees look I just attempted mountain climbing with no knee pads, and my calves - let's just say they give the appearance that I got on the wrong side of a Yaoi Paddle at a con...

My folks took me to dinner last night, which was nice. We went to a wonderful Mexican restaurant that has the best food, and is made how I like it. When I say no onions and peppers, I get no onions and no peppers. Everywhere else, they're in there anyway and I have to pick them out and my entire meal tastes like them anyway. Not here. Plus, we have family that works there, which is always nice.

I told my mother yesterday that I needed to do laundry today, and what does she do as soon as I come out of my area of the house? Grabs her laundry and starts a load.

At least I have delicious leftovers and not too much left to do.

And thank you to everyone who left their address on the last post! They've all been entered into my address book! Expect holiday cards! :D And yes chaneystarr, you are definitely coming to visit me sometime!

Apparently, my computer was momentarily possessed by demons. I stuck in an unlabeled CD to see if it was blank or not, and the first track was nothing but 29 minutes of static and garbled voices. O.o Then my net died and some programs froze - which isn't rare, but the timing was eye brow raising.

Track 2 was Sting's 'Message In a Bottle'.

I am now taking down the Wall of Art. The Wall of Art, for those who don't know, is my closet door. My closet is closed in by two sliding doors, the faces of which are mirrors. I'm terrified of mirrors at night, so I covered with beloved fan art, gift art that had been done for me, sketches I got at cons, prints 'd ordered, things like that. It's terribly sad to take it all down and put it n boxes. But! It shall grace a new wall soon, and be joined with more! Because once I'm working, I can afford to commission all that cracked out fan art I want. Such as Arthurian Henry/Eileen, and Brock/Naomi. Plus, I have some VB art to print and hang now.

Good progress is being made.

I woke up with 'Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite' stuck in my head. Which makes, to me, little to no sense, as while I was packing yesterday I had a steady diet of nothing but Meatloaf and Led Zeppelin.

Another funny story regarding my niece, upon hearing my computer's custom error message:

D: ...Why is angry Kronk in your computer?
Me: Because Patrick Warbuton only has one voice.
D:.....Oh.

And now I'm afraid I will never be able to watch The Emperor's New Groove the same way ever again. Damn my mind, and all of that.

The dog woke me up at around 12:30 AM, needing to go out, and it's completely thrown me off. I've got to go pick up the dining table and chairs, and I'm having a hell of a time waking myself up to get going. This also means dealing with the truck, which I abhor, as it's cramped and difficult for me to get in and out of.

Icon has nothing to do with this post, I just wanted to stare at Brock's ass as I typed this up. I have a problem, I know, it's horrible.

I also have some strange fetish for naked, blood covered, fictional men.

Posted my own wishlist at the Fall Fandom Free For All. It's here, for anyone interested. Due to my current level of fandom activity being restricted to mainly small, out of the way fandoms, I'm not expecting much, but hey. I figured why not? And I made some icons for people, because icon making is fun and I wanted to fulfill some requests.

I need to finish my coffee and get going, as there's also the bank and various other errands I need to run.

Go Team Venture.

All I'm going to say about what a large portion of my flist is talking about is this:

I hate anon memes. I don't even acknowledge they exist. They're nothing but wank-factories and a place where people can use anonymity to feel like the Big Bad Man. They call to those who have that despicable combination of cowardliness, attention whoring, and asshattery. And half the time, people who sling shit anonymously on those things are doing it simply to cause a stir, not because they have much faith or backing in what they say.

If they did have faith in what they were saying, or backed it in any way themselves, they wouldn't sling it around on an anon meme. And that's something that I hope everyone realizes. *hugs*

(Disclaimer: I have no idea what was said anywhere, I meant it when I said I don't even acknowledge the existence of these things. I have never and never will look at the thing, and I don't want to know what's been said. I've been bashed in anon memes before, and I've found the best way for me to deal is to completely ignore.)

ANYWAY!

nijawial and I are going furniture shopping this weekend! My dad saw a nice dining table and chair set he wants us to look at. And we need a living room, which will be taken care of as well. But we need to go and pick the stuff out.

I'm making good progress on packing, despite having to take it slow.

I had dreams about cosplay last night. About falling behind on costumes for PCC. Which is probably manifest by the fact that I haven't been able to work on any cosplay stuff for a bit now. But I'm a wee bit too busy for that.

In the Random Fandom Sparkly Love Meme: Fandom Fuh Q. If I had like...time, I'd so flood that with Naomi pr0n. Or take it as an opportunity for Henry to get some. :D But others can go and pr0n up their favorite characters! Remember, fandom exists for fun!

I need to get something to eat and drink, and then respond to emails. They're...building up.

Go Team Venture!

OMG HOUSE!

The house is awesome.

It's huge. So much space, so much storage, gorgeous dark wood paneling in the living room, vintage brass cabinet handles, the bathroom has an entire wall of storage, the porch is bigger than my current workroom, my room has a door to the outside, the closets are huge....

There are fruit trees in the yard - plum, apple, crabapple - and grapes. The 'storage shed' is the size of a guest house.

And the history of the property! Way back when, when Prescott was countryland, Japanese farmers used to own it. That's where the fruit trees are left over from.

It's...more than we ever dreamed it would be. And will take very little to make absolutely beautiful. Also? We pretty much have free reign over what we want to do to it, as far as installing things and adding things. Plus, pets are a-okay!

We're thrilled.

(Also, I kidnapped Nija. :D)

YAY HOUSE!

I beat Okami! Took me around 46 hours altogether, didn't die once, saved 89 times, and a bunch of other statistics I've forgotten already. :D That was a beautiful game! And extremely satisfying. Long, meaty, varied, and with plenty of side quests and mini-games. There were a couple little things that I felt just didn't fit in, but overall, definitely gets a thumbs up for me and I'm joining the throngs who want a sequel - it certainly left things open for one! Sadly, it looks as though a sequel is not in the future. At least not with Capcom at the reins. :/

Word of advice: if you want your games to sell, market them.

Anyway! Ate pretty well today! Had breakfast and dinner, and while I'm still not running at full capacity, I'm definitely better than usual. And I think I may grab a little something else to eat before too much longer.

Now that we're done with Okami, it's back to Origins! Which we're greatly enjoying as well, but due to a...small misstep last time we played, we needed a small break. :D Plunging headfirst into nightmare Sanitarium with no healing items, no idea where we're going and no walkthrough on hand? Very bad idea.

I'm both impressed and frustrated that AS has kept absolutely everything regarding the Venture Bros season finale completely under wraps. I need to re-watch last weekend's ep and the most recent ep, to pick up on things I missed, but I'm going crazy waiting to see if any of my theories have any substance at all.

Tomorrow I'll be getting back to packing, and Tuesday we go to see the house! Which has ended up dubbed simply 'Silent Hill', per Nija's mother referring to it as that through all conversations regarding it. :D

Not much else new, other than I feel like a great weight has been lifted and I'm no longer in a state of stressed panic. I'll still be busy, but a much calmer sort of busy. And before much longer, we'll be shopping for house things! And moving in!

Go Team Venture!

I finally managed some personal productivity last night. First, I colored my hair. No more Bride of Frankenstein. Then a bit later I swept the garage, scrubbed the linoleum in my workroom, cleaned out the sink, and then decided: hey, it's Friday night. I'm going to grab a snack and watch a movie.

And lucky for me, it was around 12:20, and The Dark Half was on at 12:30. I hadn't seen it in a while, and though it's not a particularly stand out Stephen King movie - relatively generic as far as King adaptations go, somewhere above Attack of the Killer Bouncy Balls but not at the high end of the spectrum - I decided to stick it on. It had been a while since I was able to just stretch out on the couch and watch a movie. So I grabbed a pack of cookies, turned off Watari, and settled in.

And I still managed to be up at 9:00, despite not going to bed until around 3:00 AM.

I was also able to catch up on what RP threads I was solid on, which was very nice. I've absolutely hated being not able to really get to it lately, but now that the bulk of my packing is squared away, I can take more breaks between packing and whatnot. Still waiting to work out a few backthreads and upcoming threads, but as it's the weekend, I think folks are off doing whatever it is people do on the weekends. :D

And I'm really not doing too much today. I packed my Lolita clothes, nice and neat in a suitcase, folded up George though I'm not entirely sure how to transport him, and began planning on how the hell to get my pirate chest out of the garage.

In some sad news, I found my Voltaire CD, but discovered when I put it in that it's cracked and scratched to all hell. :( Ah well.

Rumor has it there will be Burger King tonight.

ETA: Oh god, I remembered the fucked up dream I had last night!

So, nijawial and I were already living together in the dream, and we were walking home from...some sort of Halloween party, I think. We were in this weird dark forest, and this meandering knife edged, double backing path down a mountain. And it was all Silent Hill like, with fog and creepy things, and we kept having to hide in bushes. And for some reason I was carrying an empty cardboard box - this is important later.

We get back to the apartment building where we apparently live, and we decide we need to take showers because we were dirty from hiding in bushes. Apparently there was a big communal shower room in the basement, so we go down. And we get there, and there are all these mutilated corpses - mostly headless, limbless and eviscerated. And James is standing there, and he warns us Pyramid Head is wandering around the showers. And then Phead himself shows up.

We start freaking out, and I...get behind him and put the box over his head. It's a small box, but somehow it goes over him completely, and now there's a normal cardboard box, upside down in the middle of the carnage, with Phead under it. And this...stops him. So James suggests we go upstairs and look online to see how that could have worked. We go to me and Nija's apartment, and boot up the net, and James interjects that he needs to check his ponies first. Nija starts yelling at him that now isn't the time, that box will only hold Phead for so long, we need to look out how to kill him once and for all. I get online and...I don't know, I'm pretty sure Nija and James started making out in the background.

I looked in the mirror this morning and realized I look a great deal like a mad woman. My hair is falling out again, and it resists any attempt to condition it or coax it into some state of smoothness. Coupled with the tangled curls that refuse to untangle and the meandering swaths of white and gray....

I may as well just don all black and a pointy hat and be done with it.

I'm at least making progress on my skin, with better eating and more water consumption. I've fallen behind on my calorie intake again, however, so I really have to get on myself more to keep up with that. But I get caught up with packing and cleaning and going through things that I tend to skip two of my meals. And making them up in the evening/at night doesn't work, because I've been having those gastrointestinal issues at night again.

My mother's...lack of common sense or linear thought continues today. While informing me of some very important developments in the lawsuit, she suddenly pauses to inform me she bought Pringles, and what sort of Pringles she bought. She also just keeps talking to me, and making me stop as I'm hauling a large box of crap, without even apologizing for holding me up. This LJ entry? Was started at 9 AM. It's almost 11:30 now.

*headdesk*

I was able to actually get a decent night's sleep last night. I had to practically sensory deprive myself, but I got a good six hours.

I'm still completely unfocused and ridiculously....well, at the moment, failing to find the word I want. But considering yesterday evening I ate and didn't even register I was eating, or remember I'd eaten afterwards until I noticed a wrapper, I think that gives a good indication of my mental capabilities at the moment.

And since I really don't want to end up with an LJ entry that too more than three hours to type up - especially because generally this would take me ten, fifteen minutes tops - I'm going to finish going through the stuff under the sink.

Any suggestions on what the hell to do about my hair are greatly welcomed. Otherwise...I'm chopping it all off.