.darkness decends.

Ya…I got tired of staring at the bright white page, but it might change again.  I’m too busy to actually make my own like Kevin, but this is the best a few clicks can do, for now.

Another Quakecon!

I have been attending a computer gaming “conference” for seven years now (since 2001).  Most of you know, that I’m a geek. I’m a proud geek, at that.  I am yet again, excited about going in August! OH…this year it creeps from July to August. (first time, that’s happened)

Anyway, it’s called Quakecon and it’s by far the most amazingly overstimulating five days of my year. Tonight was the night to sign up for your spot in the BYOC(bring your own computer)…and of course the website is still suffering even though its more than an hour after the start of registration. It was suppose to start at 8pm and I was sitting here waiting at 7:45 pm…!!! It started early…YIKES! Here I was frantically trying to sign up and getting annoyed with the constantly crashing site.

But…I’m in!  #346

That’s right…I signed up before the annouced time of 8pm and still was 346.  I’ll update with how many with in the hour got signed up. 

Here’s a great video about Quakecon.

Update – “We are about 3 hours into registration, and we’ve had over 2100 gamers sign up. And more registrations continue to pour in.”

UPDATE – As of 9am EDT (i.e. 12 hours into registration), there are 2501 people registered.

Crazy gamers…comin’ out of the wood works. By the time of the event, there will be over 5000 probably…that’s the average.

.shirts with style.

I just want to post this wonderful site that I love and will be buying quite a few shirts from in the future.

Alot of them express my humor and I laugh for a while just surfing through the pages of them.

3:27am…

The pain is killing me and I can’t sleep. All my remedy relief items are not working and laying down is the most horrible thing in the world.  The heart can pump the blood easier to the face when laying down.

Pain in the tooth…

I just want everyone to know that there is no pain in the world like pain in your teeth. I am dead serious when I say that is the worst pain I have ever felt.  I truly wonder what the suicide rates are for people with toothaches. 

I had to work today/tonight.  I went to work around 9:30 AM and I was dealing with the pain alright…you know kind of drugged up and not feeling too much.  It started to hurt pretty bad around …let’s say 5:30 PM….and then by 7:15 PM – I thought I rather die than feel this pain anymore.  I was at a 900 person Gala trying my best to not cry in front of guests.  I made my way back to the kitchen area and proceeded to cry like I’ve never cried before.  I wanted to fall to my knees and beg my precious Lord to just take me home to him instead.  I wiped the tears away long enough to find my boss and tell him I was leaving.  I have never left an event before…and I felt awful that it had to be this night.  This night was SO big…but I was SO not going to make it through the night in that kind of pain.  My younger brother drove me home, while I cried and moaned in pain all the way.  (I’m so embarassed that he had to see me that way.)

So…I’m back home. Numbed up as much as possible with medication (that didn’t seem to be working earlier).  I’m hoping that it doesn’t get that bad again.  All I can think of is how I hope that I don’t feel awful in the morning, because I don’t think that Jeremy would be happy with me if I don’t make it there for training.  I really honestly wish I didn’t have to go.  I rather stay in bed and hope it doesn’t happen…and wait for Monday for the dentist.  Something is wrong. I think perhaps the antibotics aren’t working.  I don’t know, but seriously…

Tooth pain is the WORST feeling in the world.  I’ve had some bad pain before, but NOTHING compares or even comes close.

Here’s to your night…

gymtastic

I’ve made it to the gym 4 days in a row. I think that’s a record. I’ll have to break my streak tomorrow, but I’m darn proud of myself.

My new found inspiration is dwindling though, only time will tell if I’ll stick with my routine.

Speaking of this new found inspiration – when will I ever learn that crushes are silly?  I am like the silly girl waiting for the phone call, except it’s for the random text or myspace message. ugh. myspace. I’ve seen too much of it lately, because of said crush.

Anyway….I’m on the right path, just need to stay on it.

.attack of the bamboo.

I am storm of chaos. Here I was having a brilliantly happy day and then the bamboo decided it hated me.

In an amazing bit of stupidity I extremely damaged the door of the car that I drive….yes two car accidents in less than 3 months. This has been a wonderful year so far, eh?

Okay, so here’s the story:

I’m parked in my work’s parking lot, next to some bamboo. (Evil, very strong, bamboo) Oddly, I like to park there because it keeps the car cooler….anyway….

I leave work and have to step through a lot of mud before getting to the car. I get to the car start the car and realize that I don’t want the mud to ruin said car’s carpet. (trying to be nice…see I’m thoughtful)

So, I decide to keep the door open while cleaning my shoes off. I cleaned one shoe off on the pavement, then the other shoe (which is currently holding down the brake, ….car’s already in reverse?…I’m impatient…I guess). So the second shoe goes off the brake and the car starts to move…and like slow motion…the door gets caught on the bamboo….and the car keeps going while I freak out and finally hit the brake.

So. ya. Door of car. Broken.

Stupid Nina. Evil Bamboo.

I don’t know how I get myself into these things.

Only blessing is that the deductible is less on my insurance, because I used to be a good driver.

*Slams head on desk*

*beyond belief* (whine…wine…fest)

I can not begin to explain what I see when I see a picture of myself.

Seriously, in all honesty, I have something mentally wrong with me.

In my head I am probably a size 10? you know not super skinny, but not obese.

I run around all day really truly thinking of myself as this cute, small person…and then the

heartbreaking realization of how big I really am creeps in when I see pictures of myself.

I want all to know that I work out, I eat moderately and I really don’t understand my body at all.

I wish I never had to see another picture of my “real” self again, because when I forget this “real” self -

I am happy. I am pretty. I am cute.

So I sit here battling crazy thoughts of just not eating or working out like mad, but I know both of those aren’t healthy.

My rational self knows not to do those things, but my emotional self says, “well, that’s the only things you haven’t tried.”

I know that I am overlooked by people, because of my appearance. I have recent knowledge of being rejected because of appearance.

If they (they being everyone, including guys), how much I do try. They would see that I am not a lazy slob.

P.S. It really sucked being the fat kid on the trip.

P.S.S. Please know that I am still very confident about myself…just concerned at the state in which my body wishes

to display itself. Ugh.

03.03.08

Douglas Gwynn.

You will be remembered and loved by many.

It’s not a thing to boast, but Natalie I do know exactly how you feel. I’ve lost two.

worst way to end a night.

is…

messing up on a sewing project – mulitple times and not have enough fabric (that you wanted so desperately to use) to remake it.

I am full of fail tonight….why did I even try?