OMGWTFBUGS

You know, I'm willing to deal with a certain amount of the inconvenience that comes with long hair. I don't get all that bothered when it takes five hours to dry, or when it's windy out and I'm eating mouthfuls of it, or when I shut it in a car door and almost scalp myself. These things happen, whatever. But even I have to draw the line somewhere.

WHEN MY HAIR STARTS EATING LARGE INSECTS, THAT IS NOT FUCKING COOL.

Being out in the desert in the middle of the summer, we have a bit of a problem with flies in the house. Not just regular flies, either, these things are huge. And obnoxious - the ones in my room spend most of their time either hovering around my lamp being obscenely loud or dive-bombing my computer screen. And, quite frequently, my face. I HATE them and I think they are disgusting.

So one of them got into my room this afternoon and has been driving me crazy all evening, but mostly I'm trying to ignore it, since I'm too much of a wimp even to kill flies. This turned out to be a mistake. About the tenth time it flew into my face, I swatted it away, and when I didn't see it, I thought it had flown off. This was also a mistake, as I figured out when I went to finish braiding my hair.

When I realized that there was a giant fly caught in my hair, you could have heard me shrieking from a block away.

BE RIGHT BACK WASHING MY HAIR OUT WITH BLEACH.

If anything was ever going to make me cut my hair off, this would be pretty much at the top of the list. *shudders*

To remind myself of why it's still worth it, even with giant insects, here, have some pictures. (I've been taking a bunch this week because a) the light in my room is actually sort of decent and b) I needed to make a sig pic for LHC)

( pics under the cut! )

[Fic] The Enemy Without - Star Trek: TOS

Title: The Enemy Without
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Rating: R for subject matter
Warnings: references (canon!) attempted rape
Wordcount: 433
Notes: I've been meaning to write this for awhile, because even though The Enemy Within is a really good episode, it kind of skeeved me out. But then I got distracted by other things and forgot about it. And then last night I woke up at 4 am and realized how I wanted to write this. Thanks to colourofsaying for looking it over for me even though she's in Annapolis.


( Fact: Yeoman Rand left the show mid-season 1 )

Sorry For The Emo

Sometimes when I haven't been around him in a while, I forget how much of my relationship with my father consists of us screaming at each other. You'd think I'd know by now that asking him to be emotionally supportive is just asking him to be a dick.

I hate my life.

I hate my family.

I hate how much of a fuck-up I am.

I have to call the financial aid office tomorrow and find out why my EFC is so insanely high. And find a job. And maybe jump off a bridge. I'm reserving tonight for huddling under the covers with Supernatural and frudge brownie ice cream. And maybe more crying, because I haven't done that nearly enough today.

I promise I'll try to be less dripping with self-pity soon.

ETA: Had a good cry and a big bowl of chocolate ice cream and am feeling better. Applied for a job as a lifeguard and some stuff for the city. Tomorrow doing applications for some retail shit. Still freaking out about the financial aid, but that I will have to deal with in the morning. Torchwood Day Three post is probably imminent.

Torchwood: Day Three

Got myself composed enough to watch Children of Earth Day Three, so here's today's thoughts.

( Bloody baked beans... )

In conclusion, to judge by Gwen and Ianto's conversation, working for Tochwood means using your stolen high-tech alien office supplies to spice up your sex life. Good to know!