Owww...

I've had a headache for three days.

I think it's a tension headache, 'cause I didn't get an aura, and there's only pain. Blinding, all-encompassing pain, yes, but no other migraine symptoms. No blurred vision, no nausea, no funky spots of coloured light, no dizziness, no wonky depth perception, no loss of feeling in the extremities.

I suppose I should be grateful.

Having lunch with the Paternal Unit later today, so I can't crawl back into bed and die.

He says he wants to talk about things with me. *cringe* I hate it when he says that. It means I'll be spending all lunch having him ask me what I plan to do with my life, why I haven't been looking harder for a job, basically why I'm a complete failure as a human being.

*sigh*

I also think he suspects I'm gay. Nothing wrong with that: of the two parents, he's the most likely not to flip out and spaz at the very idea. But I don't feel like having a "coming out" lunch today.

*resists temptation to go back to bed*

Owww...

I've had a headache for three days.

I think it's a tension headache, 'cause I didn't get an aura, and there's only pain. Blinding, all-encompassing pain, yes, but no other migraine symptoms. No blurred vision, no nausea, no funky spots of coloured light, no dizziness, no wonky depth perception, no loss of feeling in the extremities.

I suppose I should be grateful.

Having lunch with the Paternal Unit later today, so I can't crawl back into bed and die.

He says he wants to talk about things with me. *cringe* I hate it when he says that. It means I'll be spending all lunch having him ask me what I plan to do with my life, why I haven't been looking harder for a job, basically why I'm a complete failure as a human being.

*sigh*

I also think he suspects I'm gay. Nothing wrong with that: of the two parents, he's the most likely not to flip out and spaz at the very idea. But I don't feel like having a "coming out" lunch today.

*resists temptation to go back to bed*

Help!

I just realised that I've missed out on a segment of the musical sector, namely "goth" music (I don't know what it's really called, sorry), and I actually need this kind of info for something I want to write.

So, goth-types, (and goth-friendly types who know what they're doing), care to help a clueless girl out? Can you give me names of bands/artists/what have you?

Oh, and here's something specific for the Montreal people: which bars and clubs are considered "goth" these days? Which ones are filled with angsty sixteen-year-old pseudo-goths, and which ones are actually goth clubs?

Be as basic as you can: you're talking to a girl who's been to a club maybe four times in her entire life. :)

Thanks! :)

Help!

I just realised that I've missed out on a segment of the musical sector, namely "goth" music (I don't know what it's really called, sorry), and I actually need this kind of info for something I want to write.

So, goth-types, (and goth-friendly types who know what they're doing), care to help a clueless girl out? Can you give me names of bands/artists/what have you?

Oh, and here's something specific for the Montreal people: which bars and clubs are considered "goth" these days? Which ones are filled with angsty sixteen-year-old pseudo-goths, and which ones are actually goth clubs?

Be as basic as you can: you're talking to a girl who's been to a club maybe four times in her entire life. :)

Thanks! :)

Owieee...

My head still hurts, dammit. Have taken Tylenol, but don't want to take too much for fear of a rebound-headache, which would suck.

Lunch with the Paternal Unit went well. Turns out he thought I was suicidal, which I hastened to assure him is not the case (although I'm not sure he believed me). Funny, it never occurred to him that I might be suicidal when I was suicidal...

Anyway, long live nepotism: he's got me a translation contract which'll probably net me around $500, which is good. I might even get another one later, which is good.

Left my CV with another few people. Hopefully something long-term will crop up.

In other news, Smudge emerged from under the futon last night, and spent a while on the windowsill. When I got up this morning he'd taken refuge in my closet behind a box, and now he's under my bed, looking baleful and disgruntled. He *is* eating, though, and I gave him water so he won't dehydrate.

God, I'm tired.

Oh, angelevangeline, if you're reading this, I won't be home tonight because my parents want me over for dinner around 7pm. I'll try to be online later, but I can't guarantee anything. *smooch* We can try RP another time? :)

Owieee...

My head still hurts, dammit. Have taken Tylenol, but don't want to take too much for fear of a rebound-headache, which would suck.

Lunch with the Paternal Unit went well. Turns out he thought I was suicidal, which I hastened to assure him is not the case (although I'm not sure he believed me). Funny, it never occurred to him that I might be suicidal when I was suicidal...

Anyway, long live nepotism: he's got me a translation contract which'll probably net me around $500, which is good. I might even get another one later, which is good.

Left my CV with another few people. Hopefully something long-term will crop up.

In other news, Smudge emerged from under the futon last night, and spent a while on the windowsill. When I got up this morning he'd taken refuge in my closet behind a box, and now he's under my bed, looking baleful and disgruntled. He *is* eating, though, and I gave him water so he won't dehydrate.

God, I'm tired.

Oh, angelevangeline, if you're reading this, I won't be home tonight because my parents want me over for dinner around 7pm. I'll try to be online later, but I can't guarantee anything. *smooch* We can try RP another time? :)

I am *such* a Daddy's Girl...

I forgot to mention that he bought me Bloodletting (the Concrete Blonde CD I've been drooling over for two weeks) at lunch today.

Daddy's Girl? Moi? *innocent look*

I didn't ask for it, he offered to buy me a CD, and being a selfish little brat I accepted.

Now I'm determined to enjoy it and not ask myself stupid existential questions about whether it was morally right to accept that kind of gift now that I'm supposed to be independent and financially responsible.

I am *such* a Daddy's Girl...

I forgot to mention that he bought me Bloodletting (the Concrete Blonde CD I've been drooling over for two weeks) at lunch today.

Daddy's Girl? Moi? *innocent look*

I didn't ask for it, he offered to buy me a CD, and being a selfish little brat I accepted.

Now I'm determined to enjoy it and not ask myself stupid existential questions about whether it was morally right to accept that kind of gift now that I'm supposed to be independent and financially responsible.