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bandearg_rois: (invalid-wicked_jade)
Thursday, July 14th, 2011 15:18
Sorry I haven't been around much, getting things finalized with the move across the post and such was a nightmare, and to add to that, my husband's now in NCO school, which means I'm getting irregular sleep what with having to get up at 4 most mornings to make sure he gets there on time.

He doesn't have his license yet, though as soon as he gets out of this stupid course, I'm taking him straight to the DMV... I've been out of the military too long to be able to handle sleep deprivation with anything approaching grace, and while I'm able to go back to sleep by 530, it's never as deep as it was before I was woken.

I'm also utterly alone in my house, and while I'm partly grateful for that, I'm not used to it. For two years I lived with my sister and her family, which meant that even when I was alone, I wasn't alone, what with someone else being in the house all the time. I miss her kids (even though I just saw them yesterday and the older two think it's high time I never come back, ever, which irks me to no end) and I miss being around other people. I'm going to have to get used to the fact that this is my house and that I need to be able to be alone again. Everything's too quiet, even if i have music or a movie on in the background.

We just got internet in the house a couple of days ago, and the speed of it is amazing, especially since we bought the speed-boost upgrade from the cable company and a speed-boost router. It's like being directly next to things I want to see instead of having to wait a few minutes like I used to.

I'm trying to make friends in the neighborhood, but I'm not a very social person in my personal, real-real life, and so it's hard for me to just find someone and become friends. Thankfully, the hubby's sergeant has a wife who's very nice and we're quickly becoming friends. And she makes amazing enchiladas.

I just feel like the house is too big for me, even though I'm used to living in bigger. this is only a two/three bedroom, and my sister's house is a five bedroom with a lot of space, but because it's just me and him here, it's more like this house is bigger than that one, if that makes any sense. I'm grateful for the breathing room, but also a little tired and sad because of it... I'm not sure that made sense.

I can tell from just today that I'm going to need to make myself go out and do things, to keep myself from dropping into a depression again. I like being alone, but I hate being by myself, and there's just not that many places to hang out in on this side of town, and I can't bring myself to head over to the other side or even just walk around Walmart (budget's an issue with that last one, since I actually have to worry about things like groceries and gas now).

So I guess what I'm saying is I'm too down to write (even though I'm entered into the [livejournal.com profile] ficfinishing  round this month) and I want to start on my BB (I realize that July's a little late, but when I'm in the mood, I write a hell of a lot at a time) but I can't seem to get the energy. I hate being a social creature and yet not liking to socialize, and it's affecting everything else. I should get up and clear out our living room (all of our Magic cards are everywhere since we're building new decks based on the Pre-launch for the newest set that's coming out in August) and start making headway on the spare room, setting up the other tv and such, but again, the energy is lacking.

and wow, this was a really long almost-whinging session. I need a life, apparently lol.
bandearg_rois: (Default)
Monday, May 2nd, 2011 00:50
Okay, so you've all probably seen it already, but I just watched Inception for the first time tonight, and will probably have to watch it a few more times to understand everything I want to understand about it. Below the cut is a question about the end. So if you HAVEN'T seen it, don't worry about what's under the cut. Seriously don't, because it will confuse you mightily.

WTF mates? )
Okay, onto general squeeage. Arthur and Eames belong together forever, no doubt in my mind whatsoever, they bicker like... well, like Jim and Bones, which makes their relationship perfect to me.

As to whether I will write something based on Inception, that's up in the air since I have the [livejournal.com profile] help_japan  fic for [livejournal.com profile] elfsausage, An update for [livejournal.com profile] ficfinishing and my Codex story, an update for A Model Love Story (might there actually be sex? Who knows?), an update for my I'm a Doctor Not a... series, which i might have to rewrite altogether because I'm hating parts of it now...

And an update for absolutely every other thing I have going on (which is like 30 things, I'm a procrastinating idiot I know), and getting everything ready for when Patrick comes home at the end of the week.

My list is very long and very annoying right now, but it will hopefully taper off here soon. Hopefully. Really.
bandearg_rois: (fml-wicked_jade)
Saturday, April 30th, 2011 01:56
So my hubby FB-messaged me earlier in the day, asking me to make sure my phone is on and charged (bad me can't find it right at this moment, but fear not, it'll turn up) for next Wednesday. Me, automatically assuming that he'd forgotten our anniversary what with him having been overseas from four days after we got hitched, asked if he was coming home (I'm a wife, and in that sense I learned from my mother. I'm not reminding him of something like that; it's his job to figure it out).

He immediately (and this was late into his night) replied that no, he wanted to be able to talk to me on our anniversary and make the plans to celebrate it once he got home the next day or the day after. So color me surprised, only I shouldn't have been. He made it a point to call me twice on my birthday, close to when it started, at about 3 am my time, and again that night so that he caught me on my birthday where he was and here. Also, I griped about him not remembering Valentine's Day, and he called soon after that. *makes notes to amend that post*

so I'm not sure why I thought he'd forget this. But I have a little bit bigger fish in my pond right now. We have nowhere to live (the paperwork that we needed to have to get a house immediately never got turned in) since my brother refuses to let my husband stay here because of some issues from earlier in his tour, and then there's the no-car situation, and fun thing is that my brother is working, my sister has finals all that week. And we need to go an hour and a half walk away from this house, let alone where we end up in order to turn in the paperwork. And we don't have a lot of money. I'm planning a budget, but that doesn't help much when all we've got to our names is a broken down couch and a nice queen size bed, and enough dishes for two, and silverware for 8 (everyone keeps giving me silverware). I've been promised a set of pots and pans when my 'sister' talks her husband into getting a new set for their house. The pots and pans aren't broken or anything, and they still cook well, my friend just has issues with using 'old' things.

Oh, and my sister's giving me a recliner and possibly a loveseat. Oh, and we have a tv, some bookshelves, and a few plastic dressers. We're just missing the place to live and put all that stuff.

And I'm not even sure what this is about anymore, since I'm going on 22 hours of being awake, so I'm going to go to bed and dream about Cartiere (I can't do the accent thing on the end) tiaras and Roman slave outfits. Before you ask, no, the two are not connected in any way (who am I kidding? the tiara has to do with porn and so does the outfit, so I guess they are connected) and yet will probably both show up in the same dream, most likely on the same person. Ta for a lovely night, and call me if anyone interesting shows up.

bandearg_rois: (inara)
Thursday, December 23rd, 2010 16:13
Title: Merry Christmas
Author: [livejournal.com profile] bandearg_rois 
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Sheppard Book, brief mentions of Simon/Kaylee and Mal/Inara (neither graphic nor anything but idle conjecture)
Summary: Set during Ariel, when Sheppard Book is dropped off at Bathsgate Abbey.
Prompt: Sheppard Book reflecting on the quiet times on Serenity.
Author's Note: HAPPY HOLIDAY [livejournal.com profile] amine_eyes!!!! Hope this is what you were looking for! Also, some of this is taken from Ron Glass's description of his character on the extras for the season DVD. Not word for word, mind... Set during Ariel because of the mention of Holiday during the episode.

Derrial Book hadn't always been a Sheppard, hadn't ever really hidden that from the others, hadn't been able to hide it when he'd gotten shot. He hadn't been lying, that first night, when he'd told Inara he'd gotten on the wrong ship. He also hadn't been joking when he'd talked to Mal about the 'heathens aplenty' on the Firefly that had become his home. He was a trained observer, always watching, always calculating, something not even Seminary could beat out of him, take away like it had so many of his instinctual reactions to trauma, to worry.

Serenity was, indeed, a good home, a broken family, but mostly wonderful people. Never a dull moment with the crew, but there were the quiet times, when most everyone was asleep (River didn't count, since she didn't exactly keep a normal schedule anyway), when he had nothing but time and silence, to think, to pray. He found himself staying up every night, long after everyone but possibly Wash had bedded down for the night, thinking on these people and his situation among them. There wasn't much call for his primary profession, seeing as how Mal had stated quite clearly that while he was perfectly welcome on the ship, He wasn't.

Not much he could say to that, only try his best to help the members of the crew as needed him, like Inara and Mal, whether they knew it or not, manipulating to try and get them together, never succeeding. Not that he'd ever admit to that, since Sheppards weren't exactly the matchmakers of the universe. it was the same with Simon and Kaylee, though he didn't have to do much on that front, seeing as how Kaylee was more than able to get Simon to pay attention herself.

But that's not the point, he thought as he looked out over the gardens of the Abbey. The point of it all was that he had found a home, a family, albeit highly disfunctional, and it was something he hadn't had in a long time, not since he was River's age, long before becoming a Sheppard had ever entered his tired, jaded mind. The other Sheppards were his brothers, yes, but none of them so close as those eight people, even Jayne, in his own way. And wasn't that important? The journey, not the destination? As he looked up to the sky, his thoughts weren't on God, or on the other Sheppards milling about, doing work or meditating or just thinking, like himself. It was on his family, his home, up in the stars, never settling, always moving, but always together, even if they weren't all in the same place. Just as it always would be, until the end of it all.


(short but sweet, hope you liked it! This is actually my first non-crack Firefly story, and i think this was good for me as well! Thanks for the prompt!)
bandearg_rois: (smile)
Saturday, December 4th, 2010 22:00
This was written months ago and posted on ff.net, and I decided to post it here for y'all.
Pairing: None
Character piece on Jim's thoughts about the ship and crew.... probably OOC but like I said, months ago.

Jim didn't have a paternal bone in his body. )