In which we find out how the lemming almost burned the company down, and how she has become addicted to Ibuprofen

I'm afraid the title says it all, really.

Yesterday, I almost burned down the company because the ash from my cigarette disloged in one small burning lump and fell on some previously unobtrusive cardboard, whereupon it proceeded to smoke gently. Had I not smelled burning paper (one of my most favourite smells in the world, by the way, after Red Old Spice and the smell the second bout of grass of the year exudes when cut - not the first grass, mind you!), I would have finished my smoke and left it to its own devices. And (before I get into details that won't let me sleep at night because of the could-have-been guilt and fright) it did have what to further ignite, and plenty of it. I work in an industrial company, as I have said many times before. Ehehehe... Myeah.

Luckily, I grabbed the by-now-burning cardboard (which proceeded to flame even more because of the rush of air it received as I was half-jogging with it)and soaked in the nearest water supply - the ladies' toilet. Which I promptly clogged (as in, the thing would not flush, because - and now, kids, pay attention! - even when soggy, /that/ kind of cardboard will not become malleable enough to be flushed away. Instead, it backfires the toilet. Please try this at home.)

I won't go into details of how I managed to /un/-clog the toilet, unless by special request - and I doubt anyone is curious. Although, to spike your curiosity, I did /not/ use my hands - because I am germophobe extraordinaire. Also, I am using way too many dashes (hyphenationwossnames) today O.o

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Also, I am proud to announce that I am following my role-models up until the (bitter) end.

Well, no, not really, because Hyde is not entirely my role-model (only insofar as he is an immensely talented person who has succeeded in having a beautiful life doing what he likes best and what he's best at, but yeah.), and also, this bit of information only appeared in a fanfic (a /beautiful/ fanfic, one surprisingly well written for a Jrock fanfic, although I am beginning to change my opinion that they are just mindless smut lumps. Not that there's anything wrong with yaoi smut lumps involving bishounen with loads of makeup and a proportional quantity of canon angst - it's what gets me through the day, more often than not. Which means I lead a pretty sad life. But that's not the point /this/ post, haha. ha? Anyway, as I was saying, I'm changing my opinion on that as I'm delving ever deeper into the land of perdition that is Jrock fanfiction. Ooooh, the prettiness that Gazette ff can provoke is beyond imagination ^__^ Anywhooha...) BUUUUUT...

yay, I'm becoming addicted to Ibuprofen. The joy. The happeh. The whoopsie. Although ingesting large amounts of Ibuprofen and washing it down with alcohol really /does/ do what the fanfic said: life seems rosy all of a sudden. No, I'm not going into hard drugs. I have a damn migraine that won't quit. Yes, I am aware that alcohol is probably not the choice treatment for such afflictions. Stfu, conscience, thankyouverymuch. It was a good fanfic, that, but it's kinda hard to separate fact from fiction - especially when it's so well-written. Ummmm...

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In other news still, the coming weekend is, so far, proving to be the most exciting evah. Evah-evah. YAY! I hope that I'll be able to hold my own, and prove to the people who trusted me enough to let me do this that I am worthy of their trust and that they have not been wasting the last two years (in bouts) teaching me stuff and giving me opportunities to grow. But the two trainers' teams both rock ballz off, and I have every confidence that it'll be the best workshop evah. Evah-evah. YAY!

Lupeni, here we come to freeze our asses off! ^__^

Freedom

I just felt the need to share this - since I newly discovered it and it had an impact on me. A quite unexpected one, provoked by the combo of rhythm and lyrics.

I can't say anything about the lyrics yet, they're just too.... yeah. So I won't.

Whoa...

The reason why I'll be throwing myself out the window - soonish

"The main oil pump must be operated directly by the turbine, and supplemented by and automatically engageable motor driven auxiliary pump for operation during start and stop of turbine."



That is all.

The 1st of March has been and gone

I have a backlog of posts in my head (and a list of titles on the A0 paper on which my laptop rests at work, some of which make no sense to me anymore, hah), but I'm starting with what's freshest in my mind's eye.

Which would be last Saturday. That be purdy day right there, and no mistake.

I woke up at an ungodly hour (8.00), and went to the high-school, where I got to take part in a Forum Theatre workshop held by the EVS volunteers. The new kids... are not Impact kids. That much is clear. I have problems adapting to new environments. That is also quite clear, albeit a bit unexpected (for myself). But I did get that little jolt of anticipation for what the future holds, jolt without which my beginning-of-sprin would have been more than a little incomplete.

The weather was bliss - clear skies, sunny, but more than a tad on the coldish side. My iPod newly loaded with purdeh, purdeh V-kei music, I set off to buy Martisoare. Even though my plan was a bit foiled by the lateness of the hour at which I set out (I was also planning to stop by the Palace of Parliament for /another/ Martisoare exhibition), it was glorious to finally have myself to myself for half a day (work days are excluded. I'm too braindead by the time I get home to be able to enjoy doing anything but reading or gaming. On the other hand, I foresee that, as the day will keep growing longer, my joy for haunting the streets will return. I think I've just had enough darkness for the time being. And this, coming from a winter-born. The horror!)

So handsome boys were yelling in my ears, the wind was playing with my flowery skirt, and I was walking along Kiseleff, being a tad put off by the huge queue, reading while waiting in line (and getting into a small fight with the stupid bitch behind me, who, for the entire duration of the queue, kept yelling into her mobile. And I listen to music /loudly/, in general. It's good to be evil sometimes ^_^), then spending an obscene amount of money on the prettiest trinkets you've ever seen! (and I loled when I saw that "Daddy" [my boss, the GM] bought the exact same Martisoare I did. What were the bloody odds?!?!). I bought myself cotton candy on the way out of the fair, and walked along the sunny street at a sedated pace, dragging a huge and decidedly /heavy/ purse and stuffing myself full of pure sugar :D <- *grin with cavities*. Oh, and enjoying myself as I was returning everyone's "um, wtf?!" looks. It's good to be orange and purple and with your mouth full of cotton candy ^__^.

I barely got home and ate when it was time to leave again - back to the EVS-i, this time at their place, this time to play "mafia". Lovely, amazingly fun evening. I love this amazing group of people, they're very very dear to me right now :P. And yay! for the sweet wine and Jantine's mom's jellos! And generally, you know... "Baby shark" :))

It feels good. It also feels quick - I mean, time is passing much too fast, I feel. It's already March. And pretty soon it'll be "already May", then "omfg, it's August!". I can't think past August. But I'm doing my best :).