primroseburrows | Entries tagged with procrastination

Dear Rachel Maddow,

Maybe you should wear your glasses more on your show? Just a suggestion, is all.

Superficially Yours,

Me.

This letter brought to you by Seriously Procrastinating in Rhode Island. Also, I need a Rachel icon.

Current Mood: lazy
Current Location: Seriously Procrastinating in Rhode Island
Current Music: Rachel Maddow interviewing Michael Moore on DVR

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Temperate (because "temperate" DOES have four seasons, duh!) I hate, hate extremes of temperature, but I couldn't live in a place without seasons. This is one reason I find Florida boring and Maine fun.

In other news, I really should be finishing my paper that's due tonight instead of virtually wandering around Kensington Market. Curse you, Google Street View.

Current Mood: geeky

Eeeeeeee! The only thing is, I dunno if I should go because tapped_trish's baby might decide to show up when I'm four hours away. Or he/she might decide to show up before, or after, in which case, hmm...
You say "covered in muck" like it's a BAD thing.
Speaking of which, here's a tiny news blurb on the subject.
FIC REC: Every once in a blue moon I come across a story that I'm positive I've read only to find that er, no I haven't, I just thought I had because I've known about it for so long and it's part of the Fandom Primer of Fic Everyone's Read. So, um. It turns out I hadn't read minervacat's That's Where All of the Gangsters Live, and if some you haven't either (and check, you may just think you have), you need to go do that. It's Ray K gen with a little F/K and a dash of Stella thrown in, but mostly it's Ray/Chicago.

I love stories that paint pictures of the landscape anyway (nos4a2no9 does this. Go read her stuff, especially her beautiful F/K story The Price of Distance), and this one is great because it also paints an amazing picture of Ray K., and character studies are another one of my favourite kinds of stories. It's also a good intro for someone just peeking into dS fandom. And yay, now I want to go to Chicago. *adds to list*
I need to make a plan for my life. Like, I have to get my BSN and I really want to finish up the doula certification. And then there's the whole thing about where I'm going to live (NOT IN PAWTUCKET, DEAR GODS NO). I also want to do travel nursing, which is one reason I need the BSN: Certain Countries Which Shall Remain Nameless expect you to have one to work as an RN), I have a vague idea of all of this stuff, but no organized plan. I should maybe sit down with a Life Coach or something, but I've always thought Life Coaching to be silly, so, um.
Book Rec: The Long Exile by Melanie McGrath. I'd bought this at Borders after hearing an interview with the author on the radio, but then I proceeded to leave it at work where it disappeared. So when I was in Ottawa last month I found another copy at Chapters (I almost overlooked it because the size, cover and even the TITLE were different from the US Version). It's heartbreaking and fascinating at the same time. It made me sad and angry and hopeful and also made me think about how much assumptions about my own culture and way of life get in the way of understanding people different than me, and how often that's hurtful to those people. I try to be aware of my own prejudices, but I don't think any of us really can do that completely. Anyway, I really recommend this book. So far, I'm also liking Farley Mowat's No Man's River, which I bought on the same trip to Chapters.
This whole random list is nothing but an excuse not to clean my house. I should really do that. ~~Now~~ Soon.
Non-LJ friend Sandra wants to go to Montréal before it gets too cold. She wants me to go with her. She's talking Columbus Day Weekend. Er. That would be THIS WEEKEND. *headdesk* Maybe I can talk her into Veteran's Day and buy her some leg warmers?
It's chilly in my room. Getting up and doing housework would really get me warmed up. So would going to Three Sisters and buying a hot fudge sundae. Well, okay, no, that last part wouldn't.
Speaking of ice cream, there's still an ice cream truck trolling the neighbourhood (is 'trolling' the right word?), even this late in the season (This probably has to do with the high school up the street letting out for the day). Currently it's repeat-looping an music-boxy version of what is probably Red Wing but my mind is singing "Oh, you can't scare me, I'm stickin' to the Union". Which would be a strange but oddly cool thing for an ice cream truck to be playing. Also far less depressing than "Red Wing". Here, have a video sung by the Gods:

Current Mood: brr-ish
Current Location: Home alone *gasp!*
Current Music: Ice Cream Truck playing Red Wing/Union Maid

I know I'm procrastinating when I'm actually surfing Wikipedia. But y'know, find things. Like the page on the Boston accent.

"The Boston accent is the English dialect not only of the city of Boston, Massachusetts itself but also much of eastern Massachusetts." Check.

"It and closely related accents can be heard commonly in an area stretching throughout Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and southern Maine." Check.

"These regions are frequently grouped together with Rhode Island and eastern Connecticut by sociolinguists under the cover term Eastern New England accent." SO, SO WRONG.

( Much rambling ahoy )

This pointless post took forever to write (I'm cleaning at the same time, honest!). I really ought to get therapy. :/

Current Location: Vo Dylin'
Current Music: Paul McCartney and Wings - Big Barn Bed

I didn't end up going to the mall yesterday, go me! I did go to Frog and Toad and picked up a couple of pretty presents. I still have a few more little things to pick up. I'll wrap most of what I have tonight. Yes, I know it's two days before Christmas. I work well under pressure, or something. I have to be on a plane to Block Island at 10:00 Christmas Day, which means I have to leave here at eight, so I'm going to have to have everything wrapped and ready to go by tomorrow night AND I have to work this weekend. Procrastination sucks. I'd say I should be more like patchfire and get everything done in plenty of time, but then she'd gloat and wouldn't be pretty, not pretty at all, so I won't.
I've actually managed to go the entire Holiday season so far without setting foot inside the mall. I don't mind going there once in a while (hey, the closest Newbury Comics is at the mall), but bleh. It's just so in-your-face marketing, especially at Christmas. I pretty much hate all marketing at Christmas. It's all Abraham Lincoln's fault for sticking Thanksgiving where it is (and anyway, isn't Thanksgiving a harvest festival? ~~oops, wrong rant~~) so that Americans can have an encapsulated two-month-long Holiday Season with, yay, plenty of time for lots of shopping? RickafrakkaLincoln.
I just had Burger King apple pie. For ~~breakfast~~ lunch, which reminds me yet again that there is no food in the house. This is the way it's going to be until after Christmas, unfortunately. I might have time to go grocery shopping, but no inclination whatsoever. There's a myriad of places to pick up good, cheap food around here, and no, Burger King isn't one of them. That's a place to pick up bad, cheap food (and I use the term loosely here). The pie was just in the refrigerator, so, um. Yeah.
I'm going to do the picture meme thing piecemeal, so keep suggesting things. So far only peacey has asked me a question, so do that one, too.
Dear Paul Gross,

Congratulations on winning the 2006 W00bie of the Year award. Don't even try to deny it, because you can't.

Love and warm cocoa with marshmallows by a cozy fire,

Me

bjohan57 is also a w00bie for giving me the link. *g*
patchfire and peacey, you'll be getting your presents after Christmas because ~~I suck~~ I have excellent procrastination skillz. Which is why I'm making a practically pointless LJ post instead of wrapping presents.

Current Mood: mneh
Current Location: wrapped in a stripey towel
Current Music: Sarah McLachlan - Full of Grace

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