BTW - I am so into country music. What have I become?? Well, I should go continue to consider the long list of packing that must be done in the next 10 days. Can someone kill me now? It would make it all easier. :)
- Location:Seattle, WA
- Mood:
gloomy - Music:All I Want To Do - Sugarland
I am at an interesting point in my life, when "I grew up, I left those infant ways for good." When things I used to like have become less important in the scheme of things, when relationships are built on fifty-years-from-now, rather than the pleasures of now. I have been battling depression for almost a year now, and have achieved so much despite it, have grown so much through it. But it is only on days like today, when I wake up and there is a jiggling of hope in the back of my mind, that I realize how far I have come.
- Location:Seattle!!
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:Third Day
It has been so long, and so much has changed in the past months, I don't even know how to say it all. I passed LDAC with flying colors, did pretty well and am now fully on my way to commissioning in the US Army. I received my branch, Ordnance, which means I will be working in the new Logistics Branch, maintenance and weapons development, etc. Not my first choice, but I am settling into it.
I hope to be stationed at Ft. Bragg, NC, which is the home of the 82nd Airborne, as well as the 1st Sustainment Command, which is the unit I would like to be with. My boyfriend is not too happy about that, he is stationed with the Washington National Guard in NW Washington State.
Oh, boyfriend, you ask? Yes, the chronically single is...no longer single. I have officially been dating a 2LT for 7 weeks now. Unfortunately, for all but the first three days of our relationship, he has been 2,087 miles away, at Ft. Sill, OK for training. It sort of sucks, he's amazing and so in love with me, but he's so far away. My first relationship is long distance. Thanks, God. Just what I ordered.
And school is trying to kill me, probably the reason I haven't updated this in so long. But I Will Survive! *breaks out into song-and-dance*
Tootles.
- Location:teh chastity couch
- Mood:
morose - Music:Oregon State whupping Cal State.
I am not working right now, there is no job for someone who will be in town for two weeks. I need more LJ friends, so I am considering running around and friending people I enjoy reading. I am not sure that's how you do that, though. And...I am WRITING again. Like, more than just finishing up old stuff. Really starting some new ideas and getting them down on paper. I will need a beta soon, dears. Maybe. If the muse doesn't take for the hills like it tends to do.
Well, enough with the useless rambling. Love you all!!
Sarie
- Mood:
bored
- Mood: excited
Mine is in a box on it's merry way to Santa Clara, CA, in order to get fixed and shiny. So here I am, on my roomie's large, silver monstrosity, nursing a hormone-induced migraine and eating Lucky Charms. Instead of going to class. I am a bad person. :)
To my friends who feel they are ignored...you are. I am sorry. I am going to run around LJ and reply on all your latest achievements, and I hope you can forgive my lurkish behavior.
Urgh, my head needs replacement. Maybe I should box it up and send it to Cali as well...
- Location:wee table
- Mood:
grumpy - Music:My cereal popping..
I found this video and thoroughly appreciated it. I hate politics, but I like the message of this video. So I am posting it, take a look, even if you don't like Obama. It's worth it.
- Location:table
- Mood:weary
- Music:Jericho
I am going to see how the reception over there is before I link to any communities on LJ, but I will post the .net link on this so that if someone on my flist wants to read it they can! Well, enjoy, and have a good night.
it started with a vision.
Sarie
- Location:mini-couch!
- Mood:
nervous
Wow. That's really all I can say to follow that.
- Location:Cashmere
- Mood: melancholy
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fuesch for the new layout!! It is wonderful, eh? Also, many of my new icons come from her, as well as other, so THANK you all!!On another note, finals are over and I am finishing up some assignments and such. Yuck. Well, Christmas is nearly upon us, and all that the season brings. Including flooding. Western Washington was quite nearly washed into the sea. We all nearly died, you know?
And my default icon is in mourning for LIZZIE!!!! (no, I shan't say more, no spoiling for me...) Yes. Well, new SPN on Thursday, and then NO MORE for much too long.
Grr. Arggh.
Adios!
- Location:Rachel's couch
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:firefly eps!!
jedi_chick said, after not posting for so long, one would think that this post would be in some way meaningful, deep, lengthy. It is not. I am just...posting. Saying hi. That I am studying and schooling and running and writing and sleeping. (well, sometimes sleeping.) Oh, and that as of yesterday? I am officially in the US Army. I swear in on Monday. I passed my PT test yesterday and signed my scholarship form and such, and I raise my right hand on Monday morning. Crazy shit, y'all.Also, I signed up for NaNoWriMo. Yes, I am insane. But I have an idea flittering around and need an excuse to write it down, eh? That's really all that is new. I am not working for the first time in a few years, but it is good b/c I am getting a good chunk from the Army. It's nice, except for the whole 5 am deal. Oh, and LTC was AMAzing. Pics and such later. Also, I am still writing, trust that. Just, no time to finish stuff and get it beta'ed and such. I am so in love with SPN it's not even funny. And SGA without Weir? Sucks. Out loud.
Well, more later. Maybe. *snort*
- Location:couch
- Mood:
calm - Music:CSI: NY
I leave for LTC in three days. As in, Saturday morning, it is now Wednesday and I am FREAKing out.
Just to let you all know.
So, this is where i will be. Out of contact, except for a few (Rach, my mom is emailing you my address once she gets it) and not really doing anything fandom-ish. (I know, shocker!) I will have all summer to hang with the Mac and the hijacked wireless, but not while I'm at BOOT freaking CAMP. OMG. Like, OMFG. WTF. And all those capitalized abbreviated obscenities.
So, pray for me, send happy thoughts to the nearest star, whatever floats your boat. The thing is for me not to quit. If I don't quit and make it all the way through this camp, I will get a scholarship, hands down. Full tuition. So, I CANNot quit. See?
Alright, back to my packing and freaking of DOOM.
Adios!
- Location:back porch - Oregon!!
- Mood: annoyed
- Music:birds, and hornets, and my snoring dog, and the wind, and... I am such a hick.
Title: Questions
Author: Sarie Venea
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, and if you see it, please don't tell me 'cause that ain't how it's written. :)
A/N: Just a tag. After that night.
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Hope you like it!
- Location:desk
- Mood: bored
- Music:the rain outside...
On other news, Catalyst is over. The diversity week I have been a part of planning since November is finally over. It was last week, all week, and there were forums and sessions and a worship night, and a hip-hop night on Friday. It all went really well, we thought, though attendance was so very low it was quite disappointing. IMO. They all tell you not to worry about numbers and such, especially when you are in your first year of programming, but you know, it still rankles when 13 people show up to an event you have been putting together since February. But, it's over. And now I can breathe and write and do my homework on time, start rethinking my personal life, etc. All the stuff you forget when you are putting on a campus-wide event. Especially one on such a brutal topic. Race and culture differences are so beyond what the average white, upper-class Protestant student thinks about. They are so very ignorant.
Well, thanks for reading my babble. I am going back to my Physics. :)
- Location:table by the window
- Mood:
groggy - Music:Criminal Minds - Broken Mirror, ep. 1x05
- Location:stockroom - working, right?
- Mood: anxious
- Music:nothing....
I have about a dozen jackets from which I make my choice each morning.
If I am alone in the world, needing to keep the cold chill of loneliness away, I wear the red one, with thick walls of down. (My mother wanted me warm, bundled against the snow and rain.)
If I am on top of the world, strutting my stuff and wearing the perfect pair of jeans, the little green velvet come out, too short to hide my pretty curves. (It begged me to buy it, despite the contrast between who it says I am and who I normally choose to be.)
If I am worn by the world, needing to hide a bit from all that demands and worries and asks, I wear the blue, heavy canvas and baggy around my small shoulders. (I found it in a military surplus store, who wore it before me, I wonder.)
If I am out to get the world, tough and strong and telling off those who say I am small and weak, I wear the black leather, sleek and smooth, warm and smelling of cities and high buildings. (My grandmother wanted me cute, professional, shrugging into an illusion of adulthood.)
If I am running from the world, I wear the light grey, too thin to hold me back and yet covering the faults that wobble when you jump from foot to foot. (I was shivering while running once, and decided I needed long sleeves.)
If I am one of the world, I wear the brown leather, fitted and creaking softly, the sleeves long and the lapels highlighting my neck. (It is the only thing of my mother's that I wear, the only thing she passed down that I am small enough to fit. It is old and precious and hers.)
If I am afraid of the world, I wear the long green canvas, to show that I am the one to be afraid of, not the other way around. It rarely works. (My friend decided I could keep it when she realized it had been in my closet for six months.)
I wear my jackets, each morning sliding into the skin I choose to wear that day.
- Location:theology class. yes.
- Mood:
creative - Music:church history movie. be...yond....boring...
Comment and I'll...
1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a colour, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you.
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ.
Meme away!!
- Location:desk
- Mood:
I am in a towel... - Music:my roommate snores. not really, but...
- Mood: sad
Title: Jerusalem's Song
Author: Sarie Venea
Rating: Gen/PG
AN/Summary: Just a bit of fic, what-if more than anything. A muse on my part. Enjoy.
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( Jerusalem's Song )
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Thanks!
- Location:table by the window
- Mood:
rushed - Music:The Story - Brandi Carlile
Hello all out there. I had two things I wanted to do, but for now I will just do one of them. I would like to tell you the story of How OChem is Trying To Kill Me.
I spent 4 hours in the ER Wednesday night. I had a suction cup from a bad sci-fi movie attached to my eyeball and a whol liter bag of saline dripped through it. I had things poked and dripped and prodded and shined in my eye. I had to hold my eyelids open over a water-fountain wash thing for 30 freaking minutes.
And all I did was touch my face with an ungloved hand in Organic lab. *slaps self* Really, that's all I did. I was quenching some acidic filtrate with solid sodium bicarbonate, as well as touching equipment we had been using to create 1-chloro-2,4-dinitrobenzene (which is a super bad irritant) and I had not been wearing gloves. All of a sudden, my eye twitched or itched or watered or my eyelashes stuck together, something of that sort of innocuous nature happened, and I pushed my hand up under my goggles and brushed my fingers over my right eye. It INSTANTLY started burning like CRAZY and I went, oh-shit. (I said "damnit," but I thought "oh-shit.")
I grabbed my TA and she made me stick my face in the eyewash in front of EVERYone, it was super embarrassing, and she called Shelley, the chem lab godess of all things chem labs, and a safety officer. They all stood and hemmed and hawwed and finally, after 15 minutes, they're all, okay you're fine. So I went back and started back in on my lab. Suddenly the security officer rent-a-cop guy came back and he's like, I want you to rinse your eye for another 15 minutes and then you need to go to the hospital. NO JOKE. So, 15 more minutes of torture, and then I called my roommate and she came and got me and took me to the UW Med Center. We were there for almost 4 hours, and I had my eye poked with a pH strip and it was .5 off, which is a lot for the human body. So they stuck a suction cup against my eyeball and under my eyelids and a whole liter of saline was washed through it. Yeah, it was torture. Like, cruel and unusual. Except for the hot med student and nurse-boy and orderly, all of whom were hot and focused entirely on me, it was the worst.
So, that is my story of How OChem Is Trying To Kill Me. Literally.
- Location:floor by couch
- Mood: tired
