And now, a little poem I'd like to call...Awakening:

The panic that washes over you as you bolt upright in bed,
(it's awfully bright in here
oh god, oh god, i'm late to work, i was supposed to be there early today
why didn't someone call me?
oh that's right i'm new, they wouldn't have my cell phone
wait, that one guy does
oh god, oh god, where is my phone?)

The mad pawing for your phone amongst the blankets
(jesus it's really bright in here
why is my phone not where it's supposed to be
oh right, because i fell asleep before i could plug it in last night)

The doomed hope you hold as you press the button
(maybe it's not that bad, i can make up 30 minutes or so)

The demented terror that crawls down your spine when you see the display
(oh my god it says 4:18 and it's awfully bright in here
i have slept through the whole day oh my god)

The relief that crashes over you
(wait, the light is on
that's why it's so bright in here
it's 4:18 in the morning)

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

**fin**


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Okay, I'm throwing this out there because I know a lot of folks who know a lot of things:

I'm looking to buy a new iPhone when I get my tax refund. The thing is, I don't want to buy an iPhone 4 only to have a 4S or a 5 come out this summer. Nothing is as shiny and new and wonderful when the newer version comes out, you know? And I'd like to have some time to be in love with my new phone.

I'm a new-tech geek, I'll admit it. I come by it honestly: my family was the first one on the block with a microwave oven because my dad was a zealous early adopter. The Beta VCR, the VHS VCR, a personal computer...all those things. However, where my dad liked to be on the bleeding edge of technology, I try to sit back and evaluate for a minute before committing. (Note: I don't always succeed.) So I've been waiting on this iPhone thing, and now I'm worried I might not wait quiiiiiiite long enough.

Anyway, my question is: has anyone heard any rumblings about a new and/or improved iPhone coming out in the next few months or this summer?

Thanking you very kindly in advance,
Your most humble servant,
Elina

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So much to update. Where to start?

Well, for one thing, I have abandoned LiveJournal, pretty much. I let my paid account expire, and I just can't deal with the ads and the annoyance. If you need a Dreamwidth invite let me know - I have seven, I think.

Next...huh. I can't really say much about this in an open forum. Hm. I'll just say that, although I never could have predicted it and would never have expected it, I'm vv happy. Relationships suck when they suck, but when they work...oh, how wonderful.

The divorce proceeds apace. I hope everything is wrapped up by the end of the year, just for closure.

Halloween was lots of fun, even though I didn't get to go to New Orleans with my friends. Instead, I went trick-or-treating with my lovelies and their daughter - she was SO CUTE! (SO cute. Seriously.) I also got to do a little party-hopping on Saturday night, making three stops before the night was over. Between the different types of folks at the various locations, I got to observe a broad cross-section of Dallasites partying it up in their preferred manner, and got to play both popular socialite (goth club) and wallflower (my lovelies' friends' party). Also, I wore a spiffing hat.

I realized I'm getting old when we were talking about the Church (my former goth hangout of choice) and I said, "It's a Sunday night [one of the nights the club is normally open] and Halloween...that's like a double bomb," and the unspoken end of the sentence was ...which means we should stay the hell away from it. Back in the day, the rest of that sentence would have been ...so let us go immediately, if not sooner.. *sigh* Age, you are no friend to me.

Speaking of which, my gyno is recommending I get a baseline mammogram this year, for use in five years when I start getting regular boob-squishings. The realization that I'm officially of boob-squishing age was quite depressing to me. (Note: Yes, I will get my boobs squished in due course. The shadow of impending old-age is less terrifying than the idea of cancer lurking in my (massive) breast tissue.)

Ugh, I'm exhausted. Bring on the holidays with their four-day weekends, plzkthx.

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I was supposed to go out tonight, but I was up so late last night that I had to be lame and cancel. Instead, I spent the evening watching Vampire Diaries and The Commitments. God, I love that movie. Makes me want to get up and be a girl singer in a band. *sigh*

Re: Vampire Diaries, all I'm gonna say is, Katherine/Elena: I'd Ship It. Om nom Katherine you should totally turn your doppelganger into a vampire nom.

This post brought to you by a nummy fat cigar and a decent bottle of pinot noir. Yes, the whole bottle. What can I say? I have big wine glasses.

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Allow me to just say: Life is so very strange, in so very many wonderful ways.

This weekend I did what all the cool kids did: come down with a cold. In fact, it's possible I contaminated my little circle of friends with a bug I picked up at the office, in which case I apologize to all and sundry. Sleep and comfort foods have helped me feel better; now I just need to rebuild my immune system with vitamins and healthy living. (HAH!)

The kitten remains adorbs, although he's a bitey little thing. I'm practicing shunning as my main disciplinary technique: when he's sweet and purry for a few minutes I love and cuddle him then, but as soon as he starts attacking my hands or feet I put him down or walk away and ignore him. If he's really out of control, I'll put him in the bathroom (or just out of my room) for a bit, then give him love and affection when I let him out (or back in) until he gets bitey again. Slowly but surely he's learning; it doesn't help that other folks use their hands as toys to be attacked, so he's getting mixed messages, but frankly I don't care if he attacks THEIR hands - so long as he knows not to attack mine.

Last night he went to sleep curled up on my chest, like the fuzziest Vicks Vapo-Rub patch you ever saw, and I almost died from the cute. However (and of course) he had been napping most of the evening, so he woke up at 1:00am ready to play (by which I mean bite the shit out of my fingers). That earned him a quick trip out of my bedroom for the night, but it was sweet while it lasted.

I keep reminding myself that he's only about eight weeks old, which means he has two modes: 1) Sleep, and 2) ATTACK! He won't develop the affection for lazing about and being pampered that most cats harbor until he's a little further along in his growth. Until he does, my job is to encourage him in that direction...and make him looooooooove me in the process.

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Ugh, previous emo-tastic post locked private. No need to inflict my maudlin bullshit on you all.

I won at hangover roulette this morning. Considering as how my intake last night went, "Beer, beer, beer, vodka/Diet Cherry 7-Up, scotch, vodka/rum/fruit juice concoction, rum/fruit juice concoction," I should really be spending my day praying to the Porcelain God. However, I'm merely a little dehydrated and a bit sleepy, so I definitely lucked out. Note to self: don't get cocky.

No Segue:
So, I've got my bedroom all fixed up the way I want it...which naturally means it's time to change it all up. I have these wacky ideas about what needs to happen, how I want to rearrange the furniture, etc. I, uh, may need an intervention.

One thing that has to happen, no matter what, is the addition of doors to my wardrobe. I have Ye Olde Ikea Pax Wardrobe, but I put curtains on the front of it instead of doors, both to save space and because I liked the look. Only now, with the addition of the most adorable pajama-baby ever in the whole wide world to my household, I need something that will keep His Snoopiness, Sir Connor Hopper Martin, out of my closet - preferably something that is not, itself, eminently climbable. Hence, doors.

(Just to keep things interesting, I'm planning to use the existing curtains to cover the boring white doors, if I can make the fabric play nice. They'll still be climbable, but less enticing as there won't be fabric brushing the ground.)

(Oh God, I finally have a reason to buy a staple gun.)

(Everybody stand back.)

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1. California was lovely. I cried when the plane took off for my return home because I didn't want to leave my beautiful gay husbands. While I was there, I ate at In-n-Out, Carl's Jr., El Pollo Loco, and a hole-in-the-wall sushi joint that served perfect yellowtail. I went to Six Flags Magic Mountain and scared myself senseless on multiple rollercoasters; I went to a little amusement park and drove go-karts and played miniature golf while it was raining and tornado-ing in Dallas. Basically, I did the hell out of California, and I can't wait to go back.

2. This may seem ENTIRELY self-evident, but flying First Class is the bomb dot com. Free drinks all flight? Free meal? Free checked bag? Yes, please. When my boss upgraded my California itinerary using some of his AA miles, it was possibly the best gift he could have ever given me.

3. Except now flying economy is going to suck by comparison, damn it.

4. Fuck having to act like a respectable adult. Fuck it forever. Also fuck: mornings.

5. I CAN HAZ KITTEH! My roommate has seen the light and decided that our apartment needs the addition of a spazzy little black fuzzball to be complete. I fully expect to be all You're a kitty! on a regular basis.  

6. Related to #5 above, I've been spending all my time Googling information on how to bring a new kitten into one's home with the minimum of stress and/or out-of-bounds pooping. I've also been window-shopping for kitty toys...and thinking I might go with the old wadded-up-piece-of-paper trick.

7. My social life is going to be the death of me. In related news: I love my friends. 

8. I forgot what eight was for.

9. I have a long list of TV shows I need to download or set up the DVR to record. I finally got hooked on The Vampire Diaries at the end of its first season, so I need to dl the first ep from this season and program the DVR to record it starting tonight. Also, Glee starts next Tuesday (YAY!), so that's gotta go into the schedule.

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The short version is: I love California, and I also love my own bed.

The longer version will have to come in the next couple of days, as I went straight from the airport to Panoptikon, had a few drinks, danced a bit, diffused some (completely random and inappropriate) drama, and am about to faceplant. Brunch is going to come awfully early tomorrow.

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Right. Dreamwidth. Hi.

I've had this-a here DW for a couple of years but never did much with it. However, since it seems the number of my friends migrating from LJ has reached critical mass, I figure I'll try to use it more.

What I really need is a DW iPhone app, to making posting easier. Back when I first opened the account my company's firewall didn't block the site, but now it does, so posting during the day is restricted to my phone.

Anyhoo, hello again, DW. I'm http://elina.dreamwidth.org. Let's do this thing.

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