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he came back, don't ya know [13 Nov 2004|01:59am] Tipsy. In the most pleasant way. My return to the scene was a bit to late it turns out as I've missed sign up for both DWNOGA and Yuletide. Probably for the best but still disappointing. I shall have nothing to whinge about this holiday season. I'm pretty sure I've burned some bridges over the past months. Can you unburn? Because I'd really like to. 2 comments|post comment

who's bound to love you [11 Nov 2004|07:23pm] I've been reading A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. What I enjoy most about the book, and most of his others, is the sense of wonder he has for his subjects. He also does a nice job captuing the lives of the scientists he talks about. Like all his other books I'd recommend it to anyone but I have some caveats with this one. It was entertaining but ultimately unsatisfying. But of couse it was bound to be that way, it's a book about nearly everything after all. Unfortunately it's more a book about the people who discovered, pondered upon or failed to truly understand nearly everything. Far too many times I wanted more information. Anyway, a good, if too vague in the science, read. 3 comments|post comment

looking for and finding [10 Nov 2004|10:15pm] [ music | love of the loveless ] So. This is me. Or valisme. Because I'm neither very grrlish nor eloquent but mostly because change was needed and I choose to fully embrace this pinnacle of uncreativity. On the upside though I have an email to match: username at gmail.com. Other changes...any school, job or location reference will be friendslocked. Fandom stuff unlocked, for now. Not changes...anime boys are almost as pretty as pop boys and Lance is still the loveliest of them all. 11 comments|post comment

[24 Jul 2004|12:49am] [ mood | inibriated. slightly. ] So. First there was the airport, which is not at all how I remembered it, but came with a wonderful plumsnicketyish greeting. And there was brief napping in The Hotel of Swankiness with its Ikea Lite regects, followed by a terribly overpriced but still quite tasty tuna sandwich. The eveing was capped off with a JC sighting and a bit of table dancing, which may or may not have been alcohol induced. All in all a swell day. post comment

[05 Jul 2004|12:58pm] isilya, you've been mailed. *twirls* post comment

[17 Jun 2004|01:38am] There's an amazing amount of crap in my room right now. My former room. Soon to be. I've had fifteen years to cram momentos and keepsakes and knick-knacks (I had quite the knick-knack phase when I worked at Hallmark, it's kind of inescapable) into corners and closets. Throwing things into the garage sale/garbage pile has been easier than I thought. The one big box of things I haven't been able to discard or even pare down is old school books/notes. I *love* my old books. I may never open that neurobio book again, or so much look at o-chem, but I'm damn sure not getting rid of them. If nothing else they're going to sit there as testament to the thousands and thousands of dollars I paid to be educated. Screw the diploma, that's probably in a discard pile at this point, but those books are going on the mantle. Speaking of books, I've finally gotten around to reading Harry Potter. About a year ago someone told me I should. Silly girl even went so far as to make a gift of the set. So really I had no excuse for it take this long, but it has. And she, as she so often is, was right. Pretty enjoyable. And now I suppose I'll have to see the movies. 2 comments|post comment

follow you back home [25 May 2004|11:33pm] [ mood | working ] So. The Archbishop of Denver has called on Catholics that support pro-choice candidates and all others living in sin to step back and abstain from communion. Now I haven't been to church in a good two years but I'm thinking about getting out the Sunday best and strolling on over to the cathedral and having myself a little wafer of redemption this week. I ran yesterday for the first time in ages and ow. But ow in the good way. I figure two months is just enough time to lose that winter weight. I'm still AIMless which bites and my internet time is pretty much limited to the time I can snitch at work. Which, agian, bites. But my aunt is a lovely hostess and her chocolate cake goes a long way in making up for the slowest internet connection ever. And apparently the boys are singing the national anthem at the challenge basketball game. Good news all around. 8 comments|post comment

i wouldn't say it's a lie [20 Mar 2004|09:09pm] [ mood | happy ] ( see, there was this badger...* ) 7 comments|post comment

the way i do [16 Jan 2004|04:45pm] I went snowboarding twice this week. Sunday with my cousin and yesterday with a coworker. Coworker is a much better snowboarder than me but I'm nothing if not pigheaded and prideful when it comes to physical activities so I snowboarded well beyond my ability, or what I thought my ability was. It was kind of an epiphany moment. Like, whoa, I can actually do this well. About damned time, too. Got caught up watching ESPN today. They were showing those Super Bowl shows. I'm not sure how to describe them if you haven't seen them. Lots of slow motion, narration, some moments when you can hear the players and coaches talking all edited together for thirty minutes of footage that basically tells the story of the super bowl in question. I turned it on just as they were starting Super Bowl 32 (I think, at any rate it was the first of the back to back wins for the Broncos). And man. I hate football. I think it's an absolutely vapid and boring sport. There's nothing about it that I find riveting or really even watchable. And yet I was enthralled. And at the end? With John Elway getting all teary? Yeah. I may have reached for a tissue. It's dumb but nothing gets me more emotional than sports. Joyful win or devastating defeat, man, I'm familiar with it all. *sigh* Eh. Pat Bowlen and his fucking stadium can still kiss my ass, though. post comment

let me clip dirty wings [16 Jan 2004|04:30pm] Ha! One ficlet done! Er. Yeah. It's a big accomplishment for me so hush. pearl-o wanted JoA, Grace/Luke, Girardi's house, anxiety. Contains slight spoilers for last week's episode. I would take a moment and promise to be more timely with the remaining requests but why bother? I should be done some time in February. Sorry. I suck. post comment

ended up drowning in a wishing well [10 Jan 2004|06:48pm] [ mood | calm ] Finalized my schedule for this semester. O-chem lab, Biochem and Intro to Film. I'm terribly amused by that last one. I don't need it for anything, it's not going to help me with Rx school entrance in any way and yet. Yay! This is, like, the one regret about college that I can actually do something about. So completely superfluous class, woo! I'm kind of looking forward to biochem as well. Cool stuff. O-chem? Not so much. Snowboarding tomorrow. We're going to Winter Park, which is okay except I hate the drive over Berthoud pass. Freaks me out every time. I was going through some of my old notebooks and ran across about five pages of an AU. Some kind of weird carnie/circus thing. Mostly just dialogue and I remember being really pleased with it at the time. 4 comments|post comment

like a rosary against a dashboard light [10 Jan 2004|06:37pm] [ mood | curious ] So the ficlet thing. I requested a couple and feel I should reciprocate. Unfortunately I'm lacking in free time until the end of this week. So, I dunno. Leave a pairing (preferably pop, but I could take a swing at FF, EW or JoA), if you'd like. Setting and a word/lyric/thought would be smiled upon as well. I'll try to have them done by Friday. 8 comments|post comment

hang on to your hoop skirts [06 Jan 2004|10:19pm] [ mood | headachey ] [ music | the simpsons ] Pretty pretty girls are courtesy of isilya. She's a terrible influence. Gave blood today. I'm a little worried that my crit was low, almost too low to donate, but it's also kind of heartening. Like maybe this persistent crappy feeling is a touch of anemia. Gal had to stick me in both arms because she blew the first vein so that was fun. The bruise is going to be fantastic. And matching bandages! I was stylin'. Had to bite my tongue with three coworkers, though, because short of honest to god medical reasons I really don't have patience for people who don't donate. Especially when they squeal about how *big* the needle is or how it *stiiiiiiiingggggggs* so much. Meh. I may adore the video for Trouble. I'm switching to day shifts. Or, really, all day shifts. I'm saddened quite a bit. I loved the graveyard because the people fucking rock, everything is laid back and I had a level of autonomy that meshed very well with my work ethic. So, yes, suck. Meh. 2 comments|post comment

smap, thy name is [04 Jan 2004|04:18pm] [ mood | smappy ] Pick one or two of my icons that you think represent me. Like, if you see them on your friends list you don't have to look at the name, you just go hey! val! 14 comments|post comment

we used to laugh a lot [04 Jan 2004|12:48pm] [ mood | calm ] Firstly: Berlin, my gift in DWNOGA, was written by Harley. I can't quite explain how much I love on this story. There's one little bit in here that's just the most perfect kiss ever. Love. Secondly: The story I wrote for sjrules is up on my site. It's called Hours to Go and it might be a little porny Chris/Lance somethingorother. I hated it and I now kind of love it, in parts. I'm a fickle bitch. Many many many thanks to icebun for a little last minute beta action and to isilya for smacking me often and hard with the tense stick and for laughing at my whining. Thank you, m'dears. 4 comments|post comment

about 2000 miles from here [02 Jan 2004|08:33am] [ mood | retrospective ] ( That writing survey in which I cheat a lot because otherwise it's just too pathetic ) 2 comments|post comment

it's the shoulderpads [30 Dec 2003|09:46am] [ mood | nutty ] So. I was pretty thrilled with the new anonymous feedback option on the DWNOGA stories for many many reasons, not the least of which is that I'm a total nut when it comes to sending feedback. And I don't mean that in a does it a lot kind of way but in the totally neurotic kind of way. So this new feature was perfect. Perfect I said! Except, no. Because I'm forgetful and lacking in foresight and have no record of which stories I sent feedback on. Two problems come of this. First: I am, in many ways, a very petty girl. I like to keep track of who responds to feedback and who doesn't because I'm not about to waste words on someone who doesn't at least shoot off a "hey, thanks". It's not a strict rule because I firmly believe in an Internet that eats half my important emails and the power of extenuating circumstance but yeah, polite is polite and vastly underrated. Second: I write atrocious feedback, the kind of stuff I imagine gets mocked in certain corners*, which, whatever, I'm down with that. But something inside me cringes to think that I'll be that girl, the one that sends the laughable feedback not once, but twice because she couldn't keep stories straight. Damned anonymous feedback tool! [eta] *and by atrocious I mean dorky and often gushing and by mocked I mean mostly in my neurotic little imagination 18 comments|post comment

fa la la la la [24 Dec 2003|04:21pm] [ mood | pleased ] Don We Now Our Gay Apparel stories are up. Even though I did this last year, it still kind of blows me away, how massive an undertaking this is/was. So thank you, Georgina and Pet, for putting it together and running the communities. :) And, dude, I'm so the girl that sleeps/plays with/fondles every gift for hours and hours until the shiny completely wears off. Luckily in this case I don't think that's likely to happen for a while. Trickyfish! In Europe! Lance gets his first white Christmas and I could *not* be more pleased. Thank you, m'dear! post comment

couldn't find my spark [24 Dec 2003|08:07am] [ mood | nervous ] My mother is terrible hard to buy for. She gives no hints, no nudges, no nothing. She professes to have everything she wants and usually when people say that I roll my eyes, because please, there's always something more. With her, not so much. I always feel silly saying this because she is my mother, after all, but she is the most selfless person I've ever met. A sweet to a fucking fault, bend herself over backwards for complete strangers kind of gal. Most of the time I can't stand her and I say that with due amounts of love but man. We don't get along except in the most cursory ways. We can't converse on anything involving politics, religion, science, sexual orientation, movies, books, music, pop culture or work. But yes. Love her. Anyway. Gift. My dad and I decided to go in on $250 worth of groceries that she could donate to various charities as she sees fit which leads me to the real impetus behind this post. Costco. Oh my lord. Why did no one ever tell me about this place? It's amazing. Aisles upon aisles of things I really don't need but feel compelled to buy anyway. I think it has to do with the sheer size of the packaging. The mayonnaise jars alone are enough to send you into shock. Gargantuan. More than a lifetime's supply. And it hardly matters that I'll still have a good fourth of the vat'o'mayo left when I kick off because the price! For five dollars I shall never have to buy condiments again. When I move, I'll simply lug them with me, like beloved furniture. A permanent fixture, my mayonnaise. I'm really very sure someone should have told me about this mecca earlier. post comment

up down round and round [22 Dec 2003|10:46pm] [ mood | drunk ] [ music | cantaloop - us3 ] I have the worst timing. Truly. More in fandom than in real life, but certainly there, too. The rumor (and it is just that, as far as I'm aware) of Justin making another solo album makes me sad. Like all my fandoms I stumbled into pop late. I started noticing popslash near the end of Spring semester 2002. Nsync was here in March of that year. I'm sure I took note of it if for no other reason than mocking. Now, of course, I would jump at the chance of a live show. Blah blah, day whatever of hiatus and I don't honestly believe they'll get back together. So, yes, much with the bad timing and the sadness. Also on the bad timing front. I'm completely freaking in love with Firefly. I was wary, when it aired last year, because I couldn't really stand the episodes I'd seen of Buffy, that plus a really awkward air time led to me catching only one show. But the DVDs are fantastic. I can see stories in these characters, stories that I so so want to know but never will. It's rare that I fall in love with a TV show, they so often tend to break my heart, whether through cancellation or the inevitable decline that is the TV life cycle. Homicide was a long term affair, M*A*S*H was a first love, The West Wing and Smallville fun flings, Futurama the often better than the main event other woman. So, yes, I hope there is a movie, that this isn't really the end of the line for these characters. Stupid Fox, breaking my heart. Bah. And, yeah, I saw ( RotK ) I have a new mattress. I am very excited. My old one was, well, old. And threadbare. It had springs sticking up in strategically bad places. Sleeping was kind of a game. How much could I contort my body? If I turn this way and twist my legs over there... So. Yes. New mattress. Also, it's seriously huge. I'm a little bit afraid of rolling off and into a concussion. If it's not one thing it's another. 2 comments|post comment

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