unamaga: (Default)
So, this is probably the worst week I have had in a long time. I've managed to (so far): have a spectacularly emotional break down in the middle of the cafeteria; forget half my uniform for two days running; break my calculator half an hour before a conversions test in Breads; nearly get hit by the bus for the third day in a row while trying to flag it down; unwittingly offend half the people that I talk to on a regular basis; get stuck with the slowest goddamn girl in Breads kitchen, who proceeded to slowly knock half my ingredients off the table one by one and then try to steal my brioche couronne even though my name was CLEARLY right there.

There is more! I could go on!

Blah. At least I have a Julie to look forward to tomorrow, and a weekend of picnics and snuggles in my near future. God knows if I don't get some quality snuggles in the next few days I'll probably end up eating a pound of chocolate and terrifying the neighbors with primal scream therapy.

Anyway, here's that meme Darsy tagged me for a few days ago:

1). List your favorite female characters.
2). Explain why you like them or what makes them particularly awesome.
3). Post a picture and your favorite quote.
4). Tag five people to do the same.

Only four, but they're good! )

I can't manage anymore right now because I have class in a couple minutes and don't anticipate having the time later on (OH GOD PROJECTS WHY), but Teyla would totally be on there with extra hearts, and so would Miss Price from Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
unamaga: (swimmers need protection)
There are about seven gnats in my room right now. They are increasingly making me want to tear my hair out.

Speaking of! My new chef for Breads Kitchen looks like Jewel Staite. I swear to god I walked into lab and nearly had a heart attack because OH MY GOD. They even have the same nose and mouth, the apple-round cheeks and long neck, and she's really thin and all legs and. Guys, you have no idea how WEIRD it is to be reprimanded by Jewel Staite for wearing a hair band around your wrist (which will inevitably lead to me putting my hand in a mixer, the mixer paddle getting caught on my hair tie and RIPPING MY ARM OFF - yes, she really did say this to me). Oh, oh, and that's the other thing: she's MEAN! She said we can't hum or whistle or sing or make jokes or do anything of the sort during class time, and if she sees or hears us being silly, we'll be docked points on our Professionalism grade.


I don't know how I'm going to survive 28 days of a sour, fun-smooshing Jewel Staite look-alike. It's like I'm in a TIME WARP. Chocolate tastes bad, grass is purple, seagulls shit diamonds, and Jewel Staite hates happiness.
unamaga: (Default)
I have emerged from my first module unscathed! In fact, I am now the proud owner of two A's, a cracking waffle recipe, all of my limbs and phalanges, and a super fabulous girlfriend with whom I'm going on a fancifully romantic road trip on Friday. \o/ Laaaa! If I knew how to jig, man, I'd be all over that shit, but since I can't, I'm just gonna wiggle my hips a little and call it a day.

Picture! )

\o/ \o/ \o/

I could just victory arms all over this damn post, you guys. :D

In more internet-related news, I've finally found my flist again and started slogging through the bajillion and three posts I've been gone for. I missed you all so much! I felt so shallow and out of touch without LJ to turn to! Everyone's okay, right? I haven't gotten back that far yet, but I want to be spoiled if this is a sad fic and someone's gone or doing badly. Talk to meeeee.
unamaga: (swimmers need protection)
Today I:

- wound up with a half inch piece of steel wool embedded in my knuckle. I don't know how I managed it, but dear god, never ever do that to yourself. *cradles hand*
- read really terrible porn during break between classes. No one should use the word "organ" to refer to a penis, I'm sorry, especially when said penis is being "played expertly" by someone. I nearly got tossed out of the library for excessive sporfle-age.
- made grits and was forced to taste them at least three times to make sure they were cheesy enough. IT WAS LIKE LIVING A NIGHTMARE.
- got a package from my dad which contained Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, which I fully intend to try and coerce [profile] ladycat777 into watching with me before the hockey game tonight. Would be best end to today, seriously. My kitchen lab group spent half the session singing free credit report dot com commercial songs and Putting On The Ritz and then one of them got God Gave Rock And Roll To You stuck in my head.

Party on, dudes!

Oh, that actually reminds me! I've been watching Star Trek episodes and I'm almost up to the movies, though I still have a few episodes to go. Would anyone want to watch some of them with me? This is my first time! I feel very lost and slightly befuddled with adoration!
unamaga: (Default)
Today was our first day of knife skills and I still have all my fingers. Not hacking off a limb: pretty much the highlight of my day. Which, when I think about it, is really just sad.

*flops discontentedly*

I could use a hug or twenty.
unamaga: (your face needs mah kisses)
Now that I have time to actually sort of breathe: the first week of school was a success! And by success I mean I haven't sliced my fingers off yet. I still look pretty ridiculous in my uniform and I keep getting stared at on the bus, but that's not all that new, really, and actually having kids turn around in their seats or trip over their own feet trying to look at "the funny costumes, mommy, look!" is fairly amusing.

But, I don't know! Nothing really too exciting to report, since we haven't been allowed to do much more than make chopping motions yet. Oh! Although now I have a really vivid idea of how Rodney McKay would teach a Culinary Foundations class, since I swear one of the chefs secretly is him, going around and yelling at people to correct their stance or RISK LOSING THEIR LIMBS, HAVE YOU NEVER HELD A KNIFE BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE. I imagine John Sheppard would be his most insolent student and Rodney would daily tear his hair out over John's incorrectly tied neckerchief and scruffy cheeks and daredevil knife skills.

Strike a pose.

Other things of interest: 1) I get a [personal profile] kashmir1 today and hopefully she will be willing to cuddle me a little because my god it has been a long week; 2) I'm building myself a little garden in the backyard and it will hopefully grow things! which may or may not be green! I'm kind of excited, since I've never done a proper ground garden before; 3) I have no fannish shows to watch anymore! Supernatural is over, SGA is gone, Merlin hasn't started up yet, and Glee is just way too much contact embarrassment in one hour to watch more than once: what are you all watching?; 4) I have [personal profile] pennyplainknits' awesome merlin big bang and you don't, nyah, nyah.
unamaga: (i'll meet you up there)
My first official post from Pittsburgh!

It's been an exciting, if somewhat terrifying and nerve-wracking, first week. So far I have: turned my ankle on a loose grate in our dining room, worked an electric stove and set two smoke alarms off, road the bus downtown for the first time and gotten yelled at for presenting my monthly pass when I got on instead of when I got off, and had to rescue a tiny bird that mistakenly flew into our living room and stunned itself. Also I had an encounter with a millipede, but we won't dwell on that because [personal profile] kashmir1 and [profile] ladycat777 might make fun of my girlish shrieks.

To add to the mocking, yesterday I went downtown and picked up my uniform from the school store, and it turns out that the sizes are more geared towards men. The first size I tried on was too tight around my hips and a little snug around my breasts, but now I have a size larger and it's like playing dress up with Daddy's clothes. I look like this dude with an added beannie hat:

Andrea took pictures to commemorate the occasion, because she is cruel and treacherous. No you can't have them.

So what's been going on with you guys while I was busy rearranging furniture and having mild freak outs? Anything fun and interesting and porny? :D


Feb. 11th, 2009 05:16 pm
unamaga: (oh honestly)
I walked down to the post office this afternoon to mail off a few packages (and before you all yell at me, I had my inhaler, a bottle of water, and a cellphone - I was prepared!), since apparently no one was planning to drive me within the next decade and the cookies would spoil. It's windy out, but not too terrible, so I dawdled on the way back: I had the empty Whole Foods bag I'd used to carry the packages, I was grooving to some BOC on my iPod, and it seemed like a good idea to stop and pick up a bit of the litter on the sidewalk as I was passing by it. This isn't really out of character for me, but apparently no one ever told me that it is tragically dorkish.

A group of passing high school kids took it upon themselves to inform me of this.

I know - douches, in my town? Shock! But, what the hell? When did it become high-school-cool to rag on a random stranger for picking up litter? I'm not really offended. Partially because they were all kind of puny and wearing day-glo, but mostly because I'm just plain baffled.

Anyway, here's today's vocabulary lesson. Your homework is to somehow base a drabble around a word of your choosing. For my amusement. :)

The act of mentally undressing someone
Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere
Having well-shaped buttocks
The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out
Being attracted to a person's lips
An overwhelming desire to neck or kiss
The act of staring at someone's crotch
Slightly intoxicated or tipsy
unamaga: (oh honestly)
Right now my house is like Grand Central Station. Where do all of these people come from? It's like half the population of New York State has cycled through in the past half hour. This is especially annoying because I can't use the kitchen during the open house, which means I haven't yet eaten, which means I haven't yet taken my pills, which means I am miserable and my head and chest hurt and I can't get the terrible taste of the nasal spray out of my mouth. PITY ME.

But, really, at least now I've been properly diagnosed (bronchitis and a sinus infection, what), at least there's a chance of being one hundred percent before, um, August. I'm excited! Let's have a hug'n'love fest, because I need it like woah.

*surprise flist smish!*
unamaga: (time may change me)
I swear I'm not dead or anything. I've been poked by a few needles and sneezed through two boxes of tissues and become far too emotionally invested in our stock of Sudafed, but I'm otherwise okay. So let's play catch-up! How've you all been? What incredible romance and intrigue have I missed? I've been a terrible LJ friend and also incredibly bored (have you noticed that Spike only plays CSI marathons when you have other things to watch? I sense a deep evil in that station), feel free to babble at me. Also:

Drop me a comment, and I'll tell you the first thing that comes into my mind when I think of you, whether it makes sense or not.

Or, if you are afraid I will answer with NINJA MONKIES!!!, make some icon requests! :D


Jan. 8th, 2009 04:37 pm
unamaga: (omg i have to blog this)
I promise I'm going to get to comments tonight if it kills me. I have Quantum of Solace queued up (again! - stop smirking, Julie), tea, and gingerbread cookies on which to nosh; I am SET like a set thing. So if you end up with comments in your inbox to things you said weeks ago, my apologies. Er, until then: that icon meme thing! )

In conclusion, Laura Cadman.


Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:38 pm
unamaga: (BAD SQUISHY)
Wow, that meme didn't last long! Uh. My only excuse is the sudden frenzy of baking I've found myself caught up in. Cookies, brownies, blobs of sugar that should resemble something edible, more cookies - my kitchen is a scene from some sort of ancient baking war. The other night found me absolutely covered from chin to thigh in dough after dropping the bag of flour into the mixing bowl by accident. Woopsie! In that same vein, a lot of the cards I've sent out are probably going to get there late, sometime early next week-ish. I am a master procratinator, ask anyone.

Day Two: Wintuk

My mother, sister, and I went into the city to meet Mike (my mother's boyfriend) and his two kids for the first time. Somehow, my mom thought Wintuk would be a good ice breaker? I don't know what the thought process was, but whatever: I got to go to Cirque Du Soleil for free. The show was wonderful, if much smaller scale-wise than Allegria, and my mother spent most of it oscillating between amazement and terror, so that was fun.

I then bonded with Mike's youngest by reading Dr. Seuss to her in a crowded diner. I am indeed that awesome.

Day Three: Vegas cap - not spoilery )

happy day!

Dec. 10th, 2008 08:22 pm
unamaga: (TOO MUCH CUTE)
This morning was kind of emotional rollercoaster: We finally found a Christmas tree! I left my purse in Subway. I can breathe through my nose again! I nearly asphyxiated on cheerios and only the point of the table saved me. However, there are some things right now which are giving me mighty large happy fuzzies in my stomach - let me enumerate them for you!

  1. [livejournal.com profile] ladycat777, [livejournal.com profile] chopchica, and [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1. Outpouring of love for these people and their shiny emails and heart-shaped IMs.

  2. New journal layout, complete with John and Rodney standing guard against the inevitable evils of fandom. I find them very comforting, and John's ridiculous hair makes my heart swell with ridiculous joy.

  3. Whichever of you nominated a bunch of my stuff for the McShep Awards! *spazz of delight and disbelief* I even get a snazzy banner with kissing on it. You are all amazing and lovely and I want to pull you all into a massive hug so awesome you will spontaneously sparkle. Yeah, I said it.

  4. Bread-making. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, that is still really funny.

that thing

Dec. 2nd, 2008 12:37 pm
unamaga: (did i do that?)
I had a long, involved dream last night in which someone submitted good quality caps of Joe's high school graduation to [livejournal.com profile] face_of_joe. I don't know. This is my brain on stress. On that note, since it's December I now feel less foolish talking about this: I have 15 cards and 60 hand-made postcards to send out for holidays this year. A perfect distraction! Who wants one? :>

[Poll #1308043]

If you'd feel more comfortable emailing me, send it to mackenzie.phifer (AT) gmail.com; if you're on my flist and want to send me a card back (not required to receive a card, obvs), my address can be found here.

poll time!

Nov. 15th, 2008 07:08 pm
unamaga: (LAAAAAAAAA)
So! That fannish dinner thing! Let's talk about it.

We tried to pick a few different kinds of restaurants to account for taste, but we're open to suggestions seeing as we really don't know where everyone's coming from. Right now, though, the Heartland Brewery is the heavy favorite for location and incomprehensible website malfunctions, and Shiller's Liquor Bar is the heavy favorite for sheer awesometasticness. That's right. It's so awesome I couldn't decide which suffix to use.

Anyway! Even if you don't know if you're gonna make it, please drop a comment and vote in the poll. We'd like to have a firm idea of what the hell we're planning to do by Tuesday so we can make a reservation. 

[Poll #1298109]
Questions, comments, concerns?
unamaga: (late bloomer)
One: my back has finally stopped trying to remove itself from my body, and I can actually stand without pain! Amazing! \o/

Two: I'm gonna have a [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1 next weekend, and we were thinking of having a group lunch/dinner on either Friday or Saturday. Flisters from NYC who want to join in our food-related shenanigans, sound off! We haven't really discussed where we'd go yet or, you know, anything else about this venture, but we can figure all of that technical stuff out once we know how many people are planning on showing up and hugging us. (The hugging is required, you see.)

Three: bonus! If you show up and I still have not finished the story I'm currently attempting to work on, you can personally smack me.
unamaga: (doesn't mean that i am dead)
So I'm not dressed up tonight, per say, but I've decided that I'm the sole survivor of the apocalypse. My jeans have enough holes in them for that to be plausible. \o/

Halloween Meme
[livejournal.com profile] aesc calls [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon to let them know the psycho killer's in the basement
[livejournal.com profile] bitter_crimson shows up with burning torches, pitchforks and dip
[livejournal.com profile] cathalin devours the entire neighbourhood's Wings Greatest Hits
[livejournal.com profile] eleveninches puts real eyeballs in your Bank Manager's lunchbox
kashmir1kashmir1 creates an unholy monstrosity from elevenincheseleveninches, villainnyvillainny and kashmir1kashmir1
[livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse eats [livejournal.com profile] schneestern's spicy, spicy brains.
[livejournal.com profile] melloniel TPs your pumpkin
[livejournal.com profile] schneestern swoops on [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1 and drains their candy
[livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon puts apples in your razorblades
[livejournal.com profile] unaccompanied_g tries to pick up Phantom Hitchhikers
[livejournal.com profile] villainny runs around screaming for hours until abruptly silenced by [livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse, wielding a sharpened brain
LJ Name

Ahahahahahahahha!! Trying not to scare the trick-or-treaters away with my cackling, but it's hard. Beware the sharpened brains!

And, okay, speaking of trick-or-treaters, what is with the rudeness in the little people lately? Some tiny child in a cowboy costume hit me in the face with the door trying to grab more candy from the bowl! And then a different tiny child in a princess fairy costume tried to take all the frosty coupons for herself! Kids today.
unamaga: (throw those curtains wide)
It's not just me seeing that "which states have you visited" meme pop up on her flist and freaking out at all the red states, right? After a minute I calm down, but every single time my heart freezes up with fear and I think somewhere, somehow the Democrats have fucked it up all over again. I need to find my happy place, you guys, I can't take much more of this craziness.

Anyway, I know I've been sort of MIA lately - due to a number of events and unevents, some more pleasant than others - so here are a few things you should know:

  1. [livejournal.com profile] eleveninches, I am still working on your beta. I am the slowest beta ever! I'm so sorry! But I haven't forgotten it if you were worried, and it should be done by the weekend.

  2. Happyfest entries are due in five days! Fahgoijwfg, woot happy fic! I'll admit, I'm probably more excited about these stories than I am about Halloween candy. John/Rodney > chocolate, y/n? Justify.

  3. Lims voting for this week has started! I have no idea how I managed to fumble my way this far in the competition, but there you have it.

  4. Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and sent me ecards and virtual gifts. You are all made of awesome, and I would like to extend my squishiest hugs to you for making an otherwise blah day much more bearable. I love you all, you know that?

  5. On that note, a belated birthday rec: Coupling, by [livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse (NC-17). Warning: this fic contains lethal levels of amazing, no I'm serious. Lederhosen! *squeaky noise of glee* Go read it if you haven't already!

  6. While in the city this weekend I bought a ZOMBIE MCCAIN SHIRT. Epic lulz. I've already been stopped three times for wearing it, it's that awesome. When I find my camera, I'll take a picture of me wearing it while making a zombie face, which, not gonna lie, will probably only be terrifying because of the fact that I bashed my nose with a cabinet door today and now it's kind of swollen. Can you dig it.

  7. John Sheppard is fierce.


Oct. 16th, 2008 05:16 pm
unamaga: (believe)
Last night I rewatched the entire debate in my dreams, start to finish, the only difference being that Bob Schieffer was a minotaur. Yeah. Either I've been spending too much time watching PBS (entirely possible) or the vodka was a bad idea (more likely). At least the fuzzy sense of well-being kept me from crying or kicking my TV during critical moments. :D?

Speaking of alcohol, in a few days I will legally be allowed to drink it. *kermit arms* It's weird sometimes to realize I'm so young when I feel like a crotchety nana croaking at the news stations about the good old days. Whatever, I'm excited. And I have no idea what the hell to do to celebrate, since no plans are forthcoming. Ideas?

In other news: Ted Nugent, you're a peach.

Uncle Ted said journalists are mostly "left wing, f****** hippies" who have never—not once—represented him fairly. He called Claire a wench with an agenda. After that, things only got more interesting. )

Right. Okay.
unamaga: (the road so far)
When did it get so frelling cold out? Just last week it was t-shirt weather and right now I am in all seriousness contemplating fishing out my scarf and gloves. I'm already wearing a hat and my ears are still cold! My fingernails are turning a strange purplish color! This is unacceptable. Also I can't get these crackers open.

But in other, less pathetic news: SPN last night rocked my socks, homg! I don't think I've been so pleased with this show and these characters in a long time. So, naturally, I made icons. Twenty two in all, lots of Deanface. 

When the bells ring twelve times in hell, the bells ring twelve times in this town as well. )

And now I am off to beta fic of yay while the end of S1 SGA downloads. [livejournal.com profile] melloniel? You and I have a date with the Sieges sometime this weekend. *points*

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