commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Not for me.)
Combination of Delicious tags I never expected to use? Femslash + Owen/Tosh. LOLOL. I'm totally digging genderswap!Owen.

I wish there was some way I could broadcast to the internets "Hay, ad guys? I already get Netflix, so you can stop making ads for it pop up in other windows I don't notice until they've been draining my resources and slowing down my webaging for ages. Especially when you come from legitimate news type sites. Then it's really annoying. Kthxbai."


"Ted is like the angle opposite the hypotenuse. He's always right."

I love Better Off Ted. I'm kind of in love with Veronica/Linda. I don't even think it's just Portia, but there's something so easily slashable about them. How Veronica's always not jealous of Ted and Linda's UST because "that would imply that she wants something she can't have". Meaning that she either knows she could have Ted Linda whenever she wants, or already, you know, has her whenever she wants. And Linda's random comforting hug, and later her inability to define her and Veronica's relationship to Veronica's father, it works.


In other news. Brother keeps causing fights because he doesn't take his meds and then steals whatever laptop is lying around and stays up all night being loud right above me. I threaten to tell, because even though before I wouldn't, when his loudness and burning of incense/candles into the vent that carries down into my room give me migraines, this is going to stop. Parents don't seem to care, because now it's me he's raging at and not them, as usual when I'm not here. It's like they want me to take over and be the mom because they step back and just let it happen, and then even though he's doing the exact same thing he does to them, they make it some sibling fight thing and blame it on me. Since I'm the one his antics bother most/first, they don't care.

More of me being an ungrateful bitch. Birthday kinda sucked. I mean, I guess it's sort of once you're an adult, you don't get stuff from your parents anymore, but since I don't really have bunches of friends or birthday parties or go out on the town or anything, it was severely anti-climactic. I always tell them that I'd rather just have money than presents unless I've been very specific about what I wanted, but I think they took that as an excuse to just give me virtually nothing. Kay, I got an ice cream maker machine that I'd been asking for, but it turns out that it was the wrong type (I wanted the kind you just plugged in and didn't have to freeze, since there's never room in the freezer so I've got no chance of being able to use it at home), so it's nobody's fault that I'm not as happy about that one as I could be. I think it was just the fact that they had the nerve to give me another copy of one of the DVD seasons (West Wing season 2) that Tyler lost/stole/destroyed/whatever (I will never forgive him for that. It was two giant cases: all of West Wing, all of Xena, all of Deep Space Nine, all of Enterprise, two seasons of ER, and probably several others that I'm not remembering. He still claims he's never had any of them, but every time somebody cleans his room, we find various loose disks, usually scratched beyond repair, from out of them. And still keeps on claiming, because he's an idiot like that).

Seriously? I sort of think that that's just something Tyler should have to buy himself and give me. First of all, I saw it on sale and Kaci told me not to buy it--it cost $6. We're not talking high dollar replacement, seeing as how that's like $15 less than what I shelled out in the first place. Idk, I feel like I'm not allowed to feel this way because it's not really like they were under any kind of obligation beyond. . . fairness to get me anything, but when Kaci gets a bunch of stuff on her actual birthday (I'll have to ask her exactly what, as I don't remember, but I know it was, you know, completely sufficient in value for birthday gifts by itself) plus the promise to go buy some brand new book a few days later when it comes out and that book alone cost more than the entire value of everything I got, it's kinda. . . disappointing.

I try to figure it as I'm technically an adult, suppose, and she's 6 years younger, but it doesn't really help. We were poor when I was her age, so I never got anything near this shit that those two get every day, just for nothing. Everybody always figures it's the oldest that gets special treatment or whatnot, but when you've got a special-needs baby born just two years after you, the attention dies pretty damn quick, and I don't think I've ever gotten over that. If I were, idk, 3 years old I could totally see myself becoming one of those kids that acts out for attention (I think the only reason I wasn't is that I've always desperately wanted people to like me too much), because the only time I get two glances from my parents is when they're telling me what a horrible person I am.

So with dentist and endocrinologist appointment fail (I tried to set one, they called and just gave me a different number to call the office, and I've been sleeping so wackily that I haven't been awake during open office hours since) and continuous self-confidence decimating (as if I had enough of that to spread around in the first place) unexplainable weight gain (I think the last 7 pounds split evenly between my stomach and breasts, the latter of which I appreciate, but would give up in an instant if it meant I'd lose the former) and the arrival of my grandmother's birthday card with pictures from the last couple of years where I didn't look like a whale to rub it in, and the fact that school is coming up and I've been more miserable than I'd like to admit lately and so can't really picture myself handling another semester very well at the moment but don't really have any other option, things kinda suck.

/whinging
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Default)
OK, so this is going to be a health related LJ update. I’m doing on this microphone that I found in my kitchen and using Vista’s speech recognition software, which is actually working pretty well, I think. Or was, until I just had to stop for 5 minutes and correct all the mistakes they had made. Mostly punctuation things, because I’m not used to having to say the punctuation out loud as I speak. And I tend use a lot of it. Which makes the speech rather awkward.

Anyway, went to the doctor yesterday and turns out all my face stuff is due to the rosacea. The sensitivities, the redness, the allergy to benzoyl peroxide, all of it is straight out of the Wikipedia article. Point of interest, hard to snack and dictate. I’m also using a really shitty microphone, which doesn’t help matters.
Went straight from the doctor to get my blood tested, because she is checking my thyroid like I wanted. Didn’t give me the Ritalin refill yet but I’m going to go back probably Friday once the results get in and get that plus something for the rosacea (which is worse than my mother’s, now that I attribute all these other symptoms to it correctly, which is uber not fair). I’ve seen some adverts for some new stuff lately too, so I’ll have to start looking closer at the research for this stuff.

The crook of my arm is all nastified now, though, with a big giant puncture wound surrounded by a bruise. Blech. I was thinking the entire time about how good the lady was at sticking me—it barely hurt at all. And then she took it out and was careless because she was done and that was fail, because she did it at sort of an angle and it pulled out funny and hurt and then bled.

I LOL at how I thought this would be somehow easier or faster. This is not the case. Switching back to actual typing now, because even if it was incredibly accurate, I think I type faster than I talk.

Dad got the call yesterday saying that he could finally get his insulin pump, naturally, right after he got on some new medicine that cut his insulin by 2/3. So now he’s not sure if he wants it, because it’s going to be like $900 plus $600 every three months in cartridges because the insurance refuses to cover it, and this new testosterone patch stuff at the lower dose he was on before (he just upped it, since the results rocked so hard the first time) cut him from about 100 units to a few days ago’s 37. His doctor wants him to go up even more, because of those kickass results and all the new research tying testosterone to diabetes—you’d think that the diabetes would wonkify his testosterone, but you don’t really think about the testosterone wonkifying his diabetes. Cool. Plus, since he’s been on it I’ve noticed. . . idk, he’s better. In general, mood wise. Not as cranky. He notices it too—he doesn’t need naps as much and such things. I like it.

On a completely unrelated note? I really want to write “Better Off Ted” crack!fic where Veronica and Linda mud-wrestle except in coffee creamer, for some reason. Mostly because the first episode really made me want to slash those two and, you know, the creamer thing.

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