i should probably read this :: walt disney world half marathon :: january 2020
I’ve done a lot of walking, but I haven’t actually run yet. At all.
I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for runDisney to announce that registration was open for Marathon weekend, but when the email came today, the 5K and 10K were already sold out.
I did, of course, the most logical thing a non-runner could do: I signed up for the half marathon.
I am a fucking idiot.
oh, this annoying little shit… i lurve him so much
I was a little pissed off when I took the new job to find out it was hourly AFTER I had worked a 50 hour week without blinking an eye. And got busted for it.
Seriously, telling a person your salary is going to be $XXXXX means your SALARY is $XXXXX. It’s better to tell a person that they’ll be hourly based on a salary of $XXXXX. Because, that makes a biiiiiiiiig difference. Just sayin’...
Of course, someone’s smiling on me because overtime has (FINALLY) been authorised and I’m up to 95 hours during a two week pay period. Fifteen of those at time and a half. So, yeah. The sun is shining.
The best part of all that OT?
I didn’t even fucking blink when I paid for two days at MegaCon and the associated hotel stay. I get to meet DAVID FUCKING TENNANT and Mark Sheppard.
AND John Barrowman is going to be there. BARROWMAN!
I paid for two days in Orland to meet two people and be molested by Barrowman for the fourth time. AND I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED.
I may have filled the cup. More than once.
Speaking of cup filling… Florida Supercon has Nick Frost, Jason Isaacs, Felicia Day, John Cusack, Barry Bostwick and Patricia Quinn, Josh Grelle (English dub voice of Katsuki Yuuri *mmmmmm*)
I paid for one day in Miami to (basically) fawn over Josh Grelle and meet Jason Isaacs (because fuck John Cusack).
I’m trying to make Florida home. Doing my favourite things makes it tolerable.
happy birthday to me
I know it’s a stupid piece of metal holding other stupid pieces of metal (and one piece of wood), but I am sooooooo pleased with this.
We won’t talk about all the other medals I need to complete.
Seriously. We’re not going to.
Things are settling down.
I’m starting to find a rhythm. A method to the madness.
A way to tolerate a BLT sandwich that isn’t particularly fond of lettuce.
Yeah. You probably don’t want to know.
I just put our schedule up on the whiteboard.
Holy shit, we’re going to be busy this summer.
Had the best birthday ever - TWO trips to Universal.
One with my little brother from another mother and his family. So nice to spend time with him.
One by myself. Which was even better. I fucking love going to Universal by myself.
The best part of going to Universal (besides spending all day in Diagon Alley and HOT butterbeer (HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!)) was when I bought ice cream for that mom and her daughter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. There was something about the two of them that made me wish it wasn’t the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death on the 18th or the fact that my father died when I was 26.
Yeah. For not liking numbers, there’s a certain symmetry that’s always bothersome when the numbers line up like that.
Anyhoo… they were behind me in line and there was something about them. (Yes, I know I already said that.) When I offered to pay for their ice cream, the mother hugged the shit out of me. The cashier wouldn’t stop telling me how amazing I was for doing that.
But, in truth, I did it because I was jealous of their relationship.
Because that’s the best fucking reason to do something nice for someone, right?
I never said my actions make sense.
In other news, no more Sims. That’s a pretty good thing.
Working on my Drarry fanfic again after putting it into time out. (Why did I have to fuck up a perfectly good Drarry fic with soulmates and Weasley twins? Soulmates, pffffffft.)
Continuing work on my Yuri!!! on Ice fan fic, too. I think I’ve mentioned what a little shit Yurio is, so he’s been a lot of fun to write.
Reread my 2017 NaNoWriMo Teen Wolf (trainwreck of a) fic. I think there’s a lot of potential there, but I’m knee deep in two other fandoms. I’m good at multi-taking, but that’s way too many voices in my head clamouring for attention.
Oh. Wait. I can’t talk about the voices in my head. That’s bad.
Can I talk about hearing the fucking Hamilton soundtrack on a never ending loop in my head? It’s the earworm that refuses to go away. For weeks now, I can’t replace it with ANYTHING else. And, so help me Dog, have I tried…
Hallucination or earworm?
You decide. I’m going to bed.
I might be an asshole, but I’m your asshole
We have two IRL 5Ks coming up: one in March and one in April or May (I’ve forgotten). I’ve earned so many medals from the Potterhead Running Club (formerly known as the Hogwarts Running Club) that I need to think about a real medal display now. I’m pretty excited about that. It means that I’m putting in the miles and those are intentional miles - miles that I’ve gone out an walked on purpose, so that’s pretty cool.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever run or if I’ll graduate from 5Ks, but right now, I’m all about the bling and trying to enjoy the ridiculous weather down here.
In the past month or so, I’ve become addicted to the Sims again. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. I’m in a weird headspace and the more I try to define it, the messier it gets. The Sims is a safe place for me right now. I’m all about the safe places.
In other news, we found a Doggy Shrink and hopefully we can schedule a meeting. I’d really like to wean Guinness away from day care because I am tired of paying for it. He’s seven, turning eight, this month. He should be able to stay home a day or two every week.
Made the Wonder Hubby watch Yuri!!! On Ice. Have to say, I was pleased by his reaction. I didn’t think he’d get into it, but he was laughing when he was supposed to, and asking questions about the show. I’ll take it. YOI has made me so happy since I discovered it. Plus, Josh Grelle is coming to SuperCon and I can’t wait to have him sign my Blu-Ray case.
Speaking of YOI, I’m working on my fan fic and it’s changed drastically from the original idea. (I apparently can’t say that the characters have told me to piss off and that my only job is to take dictation because that means I’m hallucinating or some such bullshit.) In the beginning, I was working on a Victurri fic that takes them from Barcelona to St. Petersburg, filling in the gaps of that final episode. However, Yurio won’t leave them alone. So my little OTP fic has become an OT3 fic because that ever evolving monster won’t back the fuck off.
I am rather enjoying writing a very angry little cock blocker, though, so I guess i can forgive him. For now. That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy on him. Not while he’s strutting around in his leopard print shoes and Russian team jacket, wearing cat ears and hating the world… You are totally going to suffer for a few chapters, you sexually confused, permanently scowling little shit.
Also, Otabek Altin exists and he is the perfect character to come in and fuck shit up. I mean, look at this shit:
How amazing is that?
I’m about to have SO. MUCH. FUN. taking dictation…
matt nathanson :: the beacham, orlando :: 09.02.2019
Since moving to Florida, I’ve been missing out on one of my favourite things - music therapy.
It was so much easier to get in the car and drive the four hours to Albany every couple of weeks when I needed my fix. I definitely don’t have that here… not even working at the arena could cure my need for live music. Mostly, because I couldn’t connect to the music. I saw three concerts the entire time I worked at the arena… and bands that can fill an arena generally aren’t my thing any more.
Give me the bands no one’s ever heard of. Give me the bands that aren’t on the radio twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five.
Enter Matt. We’ve seen him twice in the past year, once in Pompano and yesterday in Orlando. He’s definitely a one-hit wonder, but his live shows are something else. When he’s allowed to truly be himself on stage, it’s amazing. Last night was definitely no exception.
We paid for the meet and greet, which is something I normally don’t do, but it was worth it for the three extra songs we got from the soundcheck.
He also brought his song wheel. Motherfucker, did that make the night even better. Spinning and hoping that it landed on something he actually wanted to play - it was the best mix of drama and comedy. (“The wheel is like democracy - you get what you don’t want”). The wheel fucked him so bad at one point, that he moved the wheel to the song he actually wanted to play. (“You drink the beer, the beer doesn’t drink you.”
Other bits that I made note of:
Nobody can fuck up a song like Matt Nathanson.
We’re hear to see Mike Nickerson.
No one wants to hear an angry folk guy do metal.
And I can’t forget his story about the hippie chick that LICKED HIS ELBOW. (I suppose, in her defence, she DID ask him to bed, and she DID ask him if he wanted to try something…) The best part of that entire story was when he looked at the fourteen year old girl standing at the barrier and told her to close her fucking ears. He loves making a big deal out of kids in the audience, and then he forgets they’re there and it can get pretty raunchy.
He also told the story about how his daughter has an entire pintrest board dedicated to him, and also how she busts out bits from “Run”. I cannot imagine hearing an eight year old sing “I wanna watch you undress”...
I’m still kind of reeling from the events of late November / December / early January and waiting for the other shoe to drop and last night was EXACTLY what I needed. Plus, we squeezed in a couple of hours at Universal, and we all know how much I love hanging out in Diagon Alley.
Gavin DeGraw is at Universal next weekend as part of Mardi Gras and I am so very very tempted to go back for for the day. Even though I’m not a huge fan, I like him enough to attend a free concert. I can’t afford another overnight, but the concerts get out early enough that the drive home shouldn’t kill me.
I mean, it is only a three hour drive…