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          I have neglected my journal this month. It's been partially due to my lack of internet during the week, and partially to my not knowing what to post about; I don't have any fic that is finished, I don't have a pet marmoset to tell stories about...so I figure I will just write a little about everything that's been going on
     I finally have my VW Bug back, I got the clutch replaced and was without her (henceforth named Sam) for 2 weeks. One week was in the shop and the other was because my mother hijacked her. MY car, not mums....mine! sighhh.....the things I put up with from that woman.
she has been pushing her crazy ideas on me more than usual lately; one of which being that I should take the same engineering course my oldest brother did at SAIT in Calgary so I can work at the same place as him as a petroleum engineer/ power generator operator. Sure he makes an obscene amount of money, but I just can't see myself doing something like that and wanting to continue to live. Other occupations she has suggested since I switched to the Arts program include getting a business degree and becoming an environmental engineer. You can tell she really hates that I am in Arts.
    Yesterday she mentioned that she was hoping I would have so much fun at University this year that I would want to stay here for the last 2 years...either that or she said she hoped I would get a boyfriend so I would stick around. A BOYFRIEND! I will get a boyfriend when I damn well please and it's none of her business. How archaic are my mothers thought patterns? Next thing you know she will tell me she can't wait until I get married and settle down in a suburb somewhere. But I guess I shouldn't be suprised...this is coming from a woman who told me I couldn't go out with my hair up unless I wore earrings.
    I want to change universities next year; hopefully Simon Fraser will have me. If so I'm packing Sam, my bug,  and heading to the West Coast this summer. My parents don't want me to go, but then again neither do my friends. I want to go do something different, something unexpected that will make me happy. A farmers' daughter from rural Canada doesn't have to limit her choices. That's my argument and I'm sticking to it.
     Last week my friends and I went to the Rocky Horror Picture show at the Playhouse. Only in Fredericton can you go to a play and know a lot of the people in the audience and onstage. We all dressed up in costume, which was the best part. I was Janet (Ok, everyone saw me in my underwear, but it was worth it), and the rest of my friends donned similar apparel; fishnets and corsets. Even our guy friend cross dressed for us...after a few beers he was ready to go.
     I started a pottery class 2 weeks ago, which is turning out to be better than I thought it would be. I am making teapots, bowls, sculpture...you name it. My wall sculpture of a sad old woman (with a giant nose and a mole on her cheek) ended up looking a bit like my uncle Dana. My teacher got a kick out of that, since she knows my uncle pretty well.
    I have a big essay due on Friday , so I will be a bit of a social hermit for the better part of the week. But maybe it's a good thing; since I replaced my Smart Car (less than 20 bucks a week on gas) with a VW Bug, the gas bills have been eating into my bank account a little more than I would like. I really have to start limiting the number of rides I give to my friends. But I love my friends...and I love my car...sigh. Money.
   I haven't done a single thing all weekend, and I'm ok with that. I can be productive another time. Maybe my next post will be a happier one; one with less moaning and more interesting story content. I will think about it this week and try to find something postable that won't make you fall asleep. Or I could just get a pet Marmoset...that could get interesting.

I answer your demand mecurtin ( http://community.livejournal.com/face_of_joe/8839.html )for a fic...with, well....FIC!
It's a quick little story I wrote while at work. Its just for you! It explains just how John got such an odd bottle/glass setup in his room.
Enjoy!





***I Don't own any of the characters (sigh...I wish....) .They are all property of MGM; Just so ya know.
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My camera had been missing since my mom came to visit at the end of June.It sounds suspicious in a way, but considering my mother saves her documents every 3 minutes because she thinks the computer eats her files as a revenge tactic  (and she doesn't know how to turn on the DVD player)...her stealing my camera to use was a highly improbable scenario. But lo and behold after weeks of fruitless searching, I found my little cybershot tucked away in my carry-on bag. It was in the living room the entire time....isn't that usually how it is when you lose things?
Anyway, I have some nice pictures of Alberta I thought I could post since I had yet to put up a single one.

     Watching Stargate with smellen_of_troy today we got to talking about Daniel Jackson...nothing new about that one, Somehow the topic of Ascended Daniel came up; I believe it spawned from our hot-ascended-sweater conversation, via the episodes where Daniel appears in a a wife-beater conversation, via the Michael Shanks conversation.  We discussed thoroughly Daniels' feeling of guilt and unworthiness when it came to his first ascension...the sheer ANGST is unbearable! I then brought up how I thought it was silly that Anubis was allowed to ascend; wasn't there a better screening process? How did he manage to fool Oma? This double-drabble is my own answer to this perplexing Stargate riddle. Enjoy the coffee...but stay for the Waffles.

 

I needed coffee ohhhh....20 minutes ago. And this is strange for me, since Ellen is generally the any-time-is-caffeine-time gal around the house. I made decaf.....and before you judge, I have my reasons. Morning is for caffeine, the evening is not; particularly for myself, of the caffeine sensitive sort. A cup of coffee in the morning is enough to keep me going most of the day.  When I drink coffee I talklikeverythingisonesentencemouthgoingamileaminute... Ellen finds this endlessly entertaining, and it drives my mother up the wall. Win-win situation really. Coffee for me has an adverse affect which anyone who sleeps within 100m of me will attest to:   night-terrors

Ok, it sounds really hokey and reeks of a bad B-movie horror scene, but they are also pretty interesting...is interesting the right word...hmmm
I will get out of bed, run around the house screaming, and  I dont remember a thing. I ran screaming up and down the hallways with a blanket around my shoulders like a cape in our hotel while we were on vacation in Mexico. I had woken up on the stool at the foot of my bed clutching my knees to my chest screaming and crying only to find my dad standing in the doorway with his hand on the light switch. I have checked under the bed for giant spiders, woken up at the top of my stairs with the twins coming out of their rooms and telling me it sounded like someone was hacking me into little pieces or something...and the list goes on. I can have them every night for 3 weeks straight, then not at all for a month. I can get up anywhere from once to 5 times a night when Im in the proper mood. Give me an ice cream and a coffee before bed and your just asking for it.

The thing is though, I dont remember anything from my dreams. I wake up somewhere that isnt my bed, disoriented and confused, feeling scared to pieces, my heart beating like a hummingbirds. I dont know anything in the world that makes me as afraid as I feel when I wake up from one, and sometimes it takes a while to actually come-to...think crazy-scary hallucinations... I cant think of a thing that would be that terrifying and make me more frightened. Name the scariest thing you can think of, and put a nice double exponent on it. Nightmares dont even come close to a good ol fashioned night terror.

Being the nerd I am, I googled it and Wikied it. Apparently they are quite common in kids, so most of the websites are dedicated to the junior version of night-terrors. Only 2 to 3 percent of adults ever have them....always knew I was special!
People have suggested hypnosis, psychiatrists, diet change...and I havent ever gone for treatment. The curious weather-network-watching-national geographic-reading-geek in me is just too damned entertained and interested in what Im doing to stop. Its scary as hell, and probably horrible for my heart (did I mention that out of 4 kids in my family Im the only one who hasnt had heart surgery yet...), but its like watching a train wreck I suppose....cant look away!

So for now, anyone who has the misfortune of being in the same house as me at night is going to wake up a lot of mornings wishing that I had been killed in my sleep. But I am curious as to what will happen if I decide to move into a University Residence next year instead of having an apartment....will I have any friends at school...probably only ones that arent in the dorms. Oh well, If I am in need of some cheering up I  can curl up with an episode of Stargate; Michael Shanks makes everything ok.

    Ok, going to hop right into this post. Its pretty much a rant, but I love a good long rant, so there you go.
Let me begin by giving a quick run-down of the person I call "mother":
she
-likes to put feta cheese in absolutely everything
-buys me ritz crackers for christmas...even wraps them
-says white bread is a "gift"
-looks like me, much to my dismay
-watches home reno shows and Bargain Hunt everyday
-only buys me things when I'm not around to object to their faults
-has crazy eyes that can make me do things
-scares the hell out of me. She'd scare you too.

Now that your up to speed lets get into the bedtime story.
    In 2005 my parents bought a silver convertible Smart car, which I lovingly named Marjorie. I cleaned Marjorie religiously, was nice to her transmission, and when I graduated from High school Marjorie was given to me to drive while at university. She and I were a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, if one of them had been a car....  Marjorie was adorable in every way, she was a breeze to drive and parking was almost ridiculously easy. We were known around town and campus; I was "the girl with the cute smart car", and I'm sure Marjorie was the talk of the parking lot... envy of every impala and oldsmobile.  I became accustomed to her as one may become accustomed to eating name-brand mac and cheese. Some things may have changed, but Marjorie was my rock; my lifeboat in the winter storms and sanctuary in the grueling heat of the summer. In April of this year, my mother said she was going to sell Marjorie.      jaw.    on.    floor.     
    Apparently her warranty was up and mom wanted to upgrade to a newer model-   sigh of relief. This tragedy was starting to look even better as my dad explained further.  My father is a social butterfly and is friends with all manner of odds-and-ends people...including every car-dealer in the area...mercedes benz, volkswagen, and chev alike. Dad had been talking to the mercedes guy recently and since thats where we got our first smart, we were going to get our new one there as well. There is a special limited edition car for every year and my father had snagged us the only one in our province that was to come in July from Germany. He described it and I fell in love : brown and black leather seats, silver and pearlized ice blue paint, all the bells and whistles, chrome galore....it looked like the Smart car of the gods!
    I had to leave in May to work for the summer in another province and when I got home I should have had a lovely new car to drive....nothing ever goes as planned with my mother involved. Apparently my mom saw the car when it came and "didn't like the colors", so she gave it to the next shmo on the list for a Smart. Lucky bastard. I was upset to say the least, seeing as she NEGLECTED TO INFORM ME that I didn't have a car to drive next year. It took days before she dropped the bomb in a short e-mail, very non-chalantly  She said she didn't tell me because "it didn't have anything to do with me".  Ok....so MY car that I loved was sold so I could get a new car for school; but that fell through so now I don't have a car to drive at all....living across town from the University and an hour from home. I could see how she could leave me out of the equation, I had almost forgotten about me myself. understandable.   AAAUGH!
       After a brief freak-out session, I called my father (who is the kind of do-anything-for you, "I'll talk to your mom about it", "you need money? how much?" kind of guy that I needed to talk to right at the moment); he said she just didn't like the car when it came, and promised that he would get me something to drive by the fall. I asked him to make it an ok kind of car; not an 80's clunker or a cheap sunfire, so I wouldn't feel like I was being punished for something, downgraded, or  demoted from having a cute new smart to having a crap-box car. It sounds like I am asking too much, but think of it like this : say you had a dog you loved, a chocolate lab pup that went with you everywhere. your parents gave it away when it got older and told you that they would buy you a new dog, the kind you had always wanted, say...a malamute in my case. You leave for the summer, your mom says she didn't like the way it looked at her so she bought a much "cuter" (insert small yippy annoying dog breed here) instead. smart cars are just as cute as malamute puppies.
    After a few days had passed and my fathers guilt was left to eat away at him until he talked to my mom about it (such a brave brave soul). I was at work when my dad called and informed me he had bought me a new car. I was tentative, unsure of what I was getting, but I made sure my voice sounded excited and thankful. I asked THE question, and he replied ...." a yellow new VW bug, fully loaded, sun roof, heated leather seats, turbo engine etc." It was like someone was finally paying a bit of attention. I had wanted a VW bug for years, before the Smart came to Canada it was my number one choice for my first car, and dad had told me I could get one when I was a teenager. I suppose 19 is still technically a teenager, so he followed through.
    I am excited to meet my new car, name it, give it a decal or two. I keep expecting the other shoe to drop...she hasn't sold it yet, or decided to keep it for herself....I am not going to complain about it anymore though, just accept it. Though I can't help but wonder what my mom was thinking through all this...is she chemically imbalanced or just can't ever make up her mind about anything?  The only thing I know is that mom is starting to behave like grandma....I am becoming less and less concerned about my car and very VERY worried about genetics.

Sustenance levels: deliciously adequate (stargate cookies.....mmmmm)
things crossed off to-do list: clean bathroom, check. put away laundry, check. paint toenails remarkably cute pink color, check!
unfinished projects, books etc : 10 at least...do I ever finish anything?!? The little voice in my noggin says "nope". I plead ignorance then quickly shut door in little voices face.

    My life is a little more depressing now; smellen_of_troy and I have just finished watching the final episode of Stargate SG-1!  We started with episode one in October, nine months and many squee's later we find ourselves hearing Credence Clearwater Revivals "Have You Ever Seen the Rain", featured in the finale named "Unending" (Irony---> it is the end....sob!).  I had commented to her that it's a little strange to have witnessed what took them over ten years to make in under ten months...kind of feels like a cheat. But I suppose in a way its a compliment to them; we loved the show so much we would watch anywhere from an episode a week, to a dozen. I can remember some of my favorite SG-1 moments....
-when Daniel ascended/descended (twice and NAKED!)
-Teal'c told a Jaffa joke.....and nobody got it.
-Orlin made Sam an Emerald out of her microwave, then made a mini Stargate in her basement with a toaster.
-Jack was cloned
-Jack didn't tell anyone that he could see the life of a barber in Indiana for 7 years
-Replicarter
-Cam talking pie crust with an Ori prior
-Teal'c used the word "ironic" in a sentence
-Sam went to an alternate universe where she was married and divorced to McKay
-Vala kicked Daniels ass before kissing him...then knocking him out cold.
-Daniel did his UAV impression
-Cam and his grandma
-Cam giving Sam macaroons when she almost died (she hated them) and her reciprocating.
-The leather outfits in season 9 "off the grid"...drool!

I should end there because I won't be able to stop... there is just so much good in SG-1, it is practically MADE of awesome!






   

Rating: PG (language)
Warnings: Spanking
SAM/DANIEL
summary: After a team night, Sam and Daniel have fun in the kitchen; cookies, peanut butter and booze are involved.
Co-Authored by: smellen_of_troy

***No cookies were harmed in the making of this fic, though they were consumed in excess...not really "harming" so much as them fulfilling their purpose in life.***

 

 

smellen_of_troy

Days since last post: 10 (already??? hmmmm, must be a typo...)
Number of times procrastinated writing this post: dozens...probably more. Stargate is just so...so...deliciously addictive.
Current activity: well If I am going to continue this honesty streak...watching Stargate.4th episode in 4 hours. Please don't judge me.
Sinful pleasures indulged in today: fuzzy peaches, watching SG-1, pyrogies, google-imaging Michael Shanks/Daniel Jackson, I wish there were more...sigh.

    I have been working eight hours a day since my last post. This is my excuse for a lack of journal posting, and I stand by it. My current job is mowing greens on the golf course, raking sand bunkers, irrigation, garbage detail....and most any other jobs outdoors that they can give me, and given the fact that it is a golf course...basically everything is outdoors. It's pretty ok as far as summer jobs go;  I  get dirty, and tired, but I am going to have some awesome muscles going on by the end of August.
    Ellen is supposed to start at the golf course too, but she will not start until the end of this week. It will be uber nice not to wake her up at 6 and also  know that she wont have to be awake 3 hours early...I like my Ellens chipper and well rested. The other alternative is not so desirable.
    It was my birthday on Sunday so I had a party on Saturday night....twas quite the fun & interesting night if I do say so...and I do indeed. There were a handful of rounds of Sociables played involving little green men, "in my ass" sentence finishers, a pirate accent, and a sailing ship among other things.
    Have got to go to bed, and by bed I mean that I am going to spend the next hour on general online Stargate geekery..photos, fanfic...etc. I believe I am deeply addicted to SG-1  and part of me says, "hey, you know what? maybe 5 episodes is enough." but the other part is screaming, "MORE! I want to see more bandanny, hear more Jackspeak, and interpret as many meaningful glances as my cortex will allow! Gimme gimme!!!". I have a weak constitution and have decided it is best not to fight this battle, but rather be an eager observer. Studeo!
 
 

Empty calories consumed:  800 (Oh cheesecake, why have you forsaken me?)
night terrors:  1
number of people woken up by nighttime scream-fest:  3 and rising (v. bad)
thoughts about possible deep/repressed psychological problems:   37

    I have been home in Alberta for 2 days so far, this being the 3rd. I shall recount for you my trip as well as what I have been up to the past few days:

April 30th-  got a drive from mom and dad to the airport, on the way stopping for lunch and a go-round Costco. I was in a really good mood and as such was reprimanded several times for singing/humming showtunes, skipping in a Dorothy-Oz-esque fashion and riding the shopping cart like a scooter. "Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plains....wheeeee!!!!.....and the waving wheat, it sure smells sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain......You can stop me if you can catch me!.....OOOOOOKLAHOMA....". Plane ride was disappointingly uneventful. Was happy to see Ellen at the Calgary airport waiting for me (she took a different flight than I did) and also happy to see oldest brother. Thoughts of myself being too childish for being almost 19 years old dispelled by witnessing 25 year old brother riding the luggage cart like a scooter whilst yelling "yip yip yeeeee".  Had feeling of deja vu....I really AM too much like Daniel...scary thought.

May 1- Woke up in giant comfy bed at my house in Alberta, went to town to change my phone number with one of the twins and Ellen. I now have a strange feeling someone is trying to tell me something after I got my new number...It is my oldest brothers number from last year, exactly! & the only difference between his number now and my new number is the 3 digit code at the beginning. Have a feeling that he will be getting a lot of my calls and vice versa.

May 2- Took Ellen to meet a bunch of my friends. Most of the evening was spent playing pool (which we won twice at! And we aren't even the ones who own a pool table!), sitting on a fence taking turns riding the horses bareback, and quad rides....fingers still not thawed. Was Ellens first ATV ride and 2nd horse riding experience; keep forgetting not everyone grew up on a ranch....and I am continually reminded by Ellen that I had never ridden a city bus or taken a taxi before I met her. Theres a first for everything I suppose.

    Last night I was having one of my night-terrors (though this was a relatively meager one comparatively ....but will explain this phenomenon of mine later...long story) and I was apparently screaming like I was being chopped into little bits, jumped out of the bed, checked under the bed for (insert scary thing here), and said I didn't want to come back to bed. Ellen must have been confused because I then did crawl back into bed eventually, being somewhat semi-conscious with my heart beating like a caffeinated hummingbird. All I remember is crawling back into the bed and feeling like I was having heart palpitations; then woke up with a sore throat from screaming. I woke up both the twins, and Ellen. Suspect that Dans roommate was woken up too, but he is too quiet to say anything. I really need to go to a sleep lab or something....my poor family is suffering from my own internal distress...why can't I just develop a good twitch like everyone else and be done with it?
    Today I am just hanging around the house waiting for a phone call from the guy who is supposed to tell me when I start work next week, and we may head into the city with the twins if he finally does call me back. Perhaps an episode of Stargate or a quick game of Age of Mythology will help pass the time....



 

Cups of coffee:  2
Happy thoughts about summer: 17
Number of times successfully avoided manual labor: 3
Unsuccessful attempts: 147.....back is beginning to hurt.


    My mothers idea of a fun morning is carting furniture and boxes of miscellaneous antique junk up and down stairs, in and out of houses, to and from store....I disagree.  But whatever floats your boat I suppose. Am becoming more and more concerned about personal future fate...mother is behaving like her mother at accelerated rate. MUST STOP CYCLE NOW!
    I have escaped work lugging furniture (which from all this practice, I am quite good at and could even open moving business in future if I were so inclined. I am not inclined) by volunteering to work till at the antique store.  Must admit, this was a good idea.  Have made second cup of caramel vanilla nut coffee and am at the present moment deciding how to turn an ink stain on my teeshirt into something that, well, doesn't look like and ink stain. It could be turned into any kind of bug...I think it deserves to be a butterfly or a moth; a few wings...antennae...and VOILA!
    Was invited by Ellens parents to bring my own carbon based parental units for dinner at their house last night. I am familiar with most of Ellens family (LOVE her grandmother btw) but they had not met mine, so dinner was probably a good idea. It firmly solidified the fact that I was NOT brought up by gypsies, regardless of how much this background would make sense given my personality, mannerisms and wardrobe...Can you say colourful?....EEEE my retinas are burning!!! Dinner went surprisingly well and they have made plans to do it again sometime this summer. Before dinner I was tentative concerning my fathers dinner conversation given the fact that he is, well...basically a cowboy. But lo and behold, he was well behaved and the dinner went off without a hitch. This just proves that my family-induced social paranoia  is for the most part in my head....phew.
    Must be getting back to doing mental checklist of what I need to bring for my summer out West, so further one-sided conversation with journal will have to wait.

   

Cups of coffee-  2 (Being sensitive to caffeine, this is enough coffee to get me adequately wired for the afternoon.)
Jellybeans-  can't bring self to count. (not that I have had a whole lot...they're just so damned tiny!)
Customers in the store- 4
Number of times have thought of bludgeoning customers with blunt antique objects: 1 (Thats ALL? must be a slow day...)

    Am sitting in my mothers antique shop listening to the Shins; Its not quite ambiance music, but I am the one who has to be here all day...  As this is my first entry I should explain a little about my life right now...makes for less explaining later. I have just recently completed my first year of university. Started in the science program, but found that I am mentally allergic to: protons, stoichiometry, chemistry professors who talk like robotic versions of themselves, rock formations, enzymes, the carbon cycle, precise calculations...etc. So second semester I enrolled in arts. Words do not do justice to my relief. In personal opinion, happiness is a Latin vocab quiz and a fiction writing assignment.
    I had an apartment in town this year, and was lucky enough to live 4 houses down from one of my very best friends. Met her in Latin class, realized that we lived on same street, offered to drive her to school in the mornings, and the rest is history. But I have a small nagging voice in my head telling me she may be planning to hijack my car...but who wouldn't want to? An insanely cute Smart Car like Marjorie is bound to be the object of many a persons desires. Parents bought a Smart Car for the store, and I wound up commandeering it; named her Marjorie after Marjorie Morningstar, one of my fave books. Love the car more than I should...but in what other car is there ALWAYS a space on campus for? -What? You say that theres no more parking, anywhere? I disagree! HA HA! ...Victory belongs to those in compact cars.
    I ended up spending half of my time off campus at Ellens' house down the street, so have decided to move into new condo with her next fall when her parents move to Vancouver. I expect many late nights of baking and Stargate watching are in the near future...
    Grew up on a cattle ranch on the prairies, and as such all three older brothers still live there. This is why Ellen and I have decided to go out and work for the summer while staying with them. We leave in four days time, so packing is in order. Can't wait to see friends, brothers, and show Ellen around. Expect many of future journals to be oriented on the West coast. I have been told by Ellen that I should write a modern version of Little House on the Prairie, as many of my stories involve cows, electric fences, trucks, horses etc. Can't see self as Laura Ingalls-esque character, though...If one was written, it would undoubtedly resemble a David Sedaris book. My life is too ironic and pathetic not to be an autobiographical self-deprecating comedy.
    Am going to have another cup of coffee and peruse the internet. Apparently I am tremendously humorous on caffeine. Can't see it, but can hear it in speedy and incessant run on sentences after coffee consumption.