You Are 23% Perfectionist
Occasionally you have perfectionist tendencies, but overall you’re pretty normal.
You’re sometimes hard on yourself, but you usually focus on what you’re doing right!
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Are you a perfectionist?
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This family just keeps on growing…
Another sign things are starting to pick up, and in an aweful damn hurry at that. My brother’s fiance, who’s actually currently sitting in our kitchen as I write this, is now… well, rather pregnant. She just found out a couple days ago, apparently. Ironicly, this two weeks after they got engaged, more or less, and just about as long after he went off for basic training. It’s amuzing, in a way… they were talking about setting a wedding date, then that happened. And now, surprise–I’m gonna be an uncle at 24. And mom to be has already been warned, ’tis my job to spoil the royal hell outa that kid. 😉 I may not be taken by then, kids may not be on my list of priorities by then, but damn I’m gonna have fun with someone else’s. And if s/he gets too outa hand, well, that’s when ya send ’em back to mom and dad. Let them deal with the little brat while I sit back and just snicker. I’m so gonna be the family member all the parents hate but the kids just love. 😀
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That was too easy.
I’ve mentioned before I need furniture for the apartment. There isn’t anyone in my family who isn’t aware of that. I mean, they’ve all seen my stuff. I can fill a bedroom just fine, but… heh, I’ve never had my own place before, so filling the rest of it will require some creativity. Or a mother looking for a bar fridge. My parents bought me a minifridge last Christmas, because… well, I buy a lot of my own stuff, and if it goes in the family fridge, it’s lible to get eaten before I can get to it–that was true mostly when my brother was home. But, since the place I’m moving into comes with a fridge, and there will be no brother to eat what I don’t get to, I have no use for the one sitting on the other side of the room as of once I move out. I’ve offered to give it to my parents before, since you know, they’re the ones who bought the thing for me and it’d save them going out and buying a second fridge to put in their bar when they’ve got one that won’t be used in 2 weeks anyway. And now, we’ve decided on a trade, of sorts. She gets the fridge, and I get a new kitchen set. Can’t complain with that one, really. I mean, still gotta sit on the floor to watch TV, but at least I’ve got a place to eat! And one less thing I have to spend my money on. I love my mom.
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Scating in quicksand, anyone?
Take a look at last night’s lack of an impressing score, and you’ll know very well what I mean. I’m sorry, but we could have, and should have, won that game. Except for the fact we didn’t play. We just kinda… sat there and hoped the puck would somehow find the back of the net. Which is not gonna happen when you’ve got a goalie like that playing for the other team, but that small little factoid didn’t seem to stick with them. And they were doing so well, too…
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So I lied. Sue me.
On the bright side, though, those of you who actually thought I’d be offline for upwards are a month will be pleased–or, perhaps, not–to know it’ll only be a week or less. So, yay small fortunes! Or… something. I went into Ottawa yesterday, as I threatened to, and finally got to the signing of the lease. Of course, then we didn’t stop there, so spent an hour or two in the afternoon doing a little browsing. Hey, I hate shopping as much as the next person, but I needed furniture. Still do, in fact. So shush already. And somewhere in the insanity that is productiveness, I set up my cable instalation and whatnot, so I *will* have TV the night I move in. Which means I will absolutely not be missing Saturday’s hockey game. Unless the bastards put a Senators game on instead, at which point someone will be cursed out to no end. I meant to write this entry last night, but by the time I got home, got everything sorted out, and all that, I was about ready to pass out. So, I kinda half-assed my way through the last entry, shot the shit with a couple people over IM, and then promptly passed out. And now, I go make, find, or invent food. Then finish setting things up for the move. Yay not having a shortage of things to do.
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Well. That was embarrassing.
I’d go into detail, but… to tell the honest to god truth, we just plain sucked, end of story. Blarg. But, on a somewhat positive side, I suppose, if you can call it a positive side, we did manage to win 4 in a row before promptly doing our best immitation of the other team. But, we did get at least a point in 5 straight games. And our next game *is* tomorrow, so there is an opportunity to redeem ourselves. Not that I’m holding my breath, but I could wind up surprised. In the meantime, though… I have another entry to write, and then it’s off haunting my usual blog hangouts. But first, I update Firefox, and try to get the memory of yesterday’s game out of my mind.
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Possible Christmas gift from me to… well, me.
Assuming I can scrounge up the $$$ for it, that is, this is something I could find a use for. Start moving some of my MP3’s off this computer… or, hell, just stick the screenreader I use on the thing so I can start fixing other people’s computers without having to reauthorize. ‘Cuz I just hate that. Merry Christmas to me…
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Nothing to say here. Move along.
An obligatory update, in which I basicly say nothing. Because it was all said at like 1:00 this morning. And after hanging around my usual blog reading haunts, I’m finding little else to say–except, that is, that some of you people need to blog more. If I can manage 3 and 4 posts a day (today is the exception, remember?), then dammit so can all of you. Gimme somethin’ to read! … Okay I’m over it now.
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Now that’s progress.
And I should so be in bed by now, but I’m just… well, sleep isn’t happening any time soon. And no, it’s not because of the half empty can of coke sitting to my left. Although I suspect that probably won’t exactly serve to be a sleep aid. So what has me up at this otherwise ungodly hour? Well, for once, it’s not talking to a certain very interesting young lady (more on that when I figure out exactly what’s going on). Rather, I did in fact get stuff faxed off. And then I got dragged around the mall for an hour or so while my apparent future sister-in-law (by the way, damn) looked at wedding related things. Then we went to another store, where I started pricing out kitchen sets and the like–yes, I’m going to need furniture. Anyone willing to contribute to the “fill James’s apartment” fund can do so at their own leasure. I accept all forms of major creditcards, checks, money orders, cash… or you can just buy me things! *nods* 🙂
So, we’re looking at one of said kitchen sets, when my cell phone rings. Now, this is like 7:30 or 8:00 at night, mind you, so I’m thinking it’s nothing too terribly important–just someone wanting to shoot the shit, that kinda thing–and am about ready to tell them I’ll talk to them probably online when I get home. It’s a good thing I didn’t, though, because it was the phone call that pretty much cieled the deal. I am now the proud rentee of an apartment in Ottawa. The lease gets signed this Friday. Two weeks from then is moving day. And in between now and then, I still have a whole shitload of things to do. I may decide at some point to probably pilfer one of Stacie’s ideas, and throw a to-do list up here at some point, just so I don’t end up forgetting something. O’course, that doesn’t guarantee I won’t forget anyway, but at least the next time I look at this thing then I can soundly kick myself for forgetting, and then go about the business of remedying that situation. I’m going to have quite the busy couple weeks… and it’s all gonna start tomorrow. And the once half empty can of coke is now empty, which means I should be attempting sleep. Good gawd, the prospect of having something akin to a routine is gonna kill me. -
There is an end, and it is near!
The most progress I’ve ever made so far has been made today. I have now in my hands their official letter of offer. Well, as official anyway as it can be without the rest of the paperwork that’s ordinarily supposed to come with it. Which means, after getting something resembling food into me, I shall spend the next hour or so faxing crap, and generally… being all manner of productive. Shocking as it is, it’s very relaxing, in a way. Or maybe I’m just being a sadist. That’s a distinct possibility too. Either way… the apartment–and the job–is mine! Mwa!
