Ah, what's new in the life of Emily, you ask?
Well, I found out that the newest historical AG doll is 1812-ish. I don't want her (that's why I have Charotte/#21, duh.) but I think I can profit off of other people's desires for Regency doll clothes. I'm going to come right out and say it: People are nuts about Jane Austen. It transcends mere "fandom" status. I don't know if it's Colin Firth or what (personally I thought he only had two facial expressions in that miniseries - "constipated" and "REALLY constipated". Maybe that was Mr. Darcy's REAL problem - the upper classes at the time ate a lot of meat and considered vegetables to be food for peasants. Dude needs more fiber) I say this as somebody who very much enjoys historical (especially Regency) era romance novels, but I don't much care for Jane Austen.
I need to get to work on some Regency CLOTHES to sell for AG - I have several tested patterns that work well - but I'm finding that with ALL of my projects, when I have the ENERGY, I lack the FOCUS (I want to MAKE ALL THE THINGS) and when I have the FOCUS to work on one project, I'm too depressed and lack the ENERGY. I think it's an aspect of the bi-polar thing cropping up. But I hate it. I have an appointment with the psychiatrist and I think I'm going to have to try an additional mood stabilizer because this just is not working out for me. Besides, I want people to pay me a bunch of money for wee little Riding Habits and such.
I am going batcrap crazy because WE HAVE BED BUGS, OMG WTF BBQ.[Unknown LJ tag]
Background here: I've been having Mysterious Itchy Bug-bite-like Things on my wrists and ankles since October. If you're counting, that's BEFORE we moved to Minnesota from North Carolina. ANYWAY, it's only been getting worse. Things will spread up my arms and legs and to my chest. I've gone to the doctor for it, but it's hard to tell a doctor "Um, well I had this rash thing that itched like hell, but I don't have any right now . . ." and you might make an appointment for two or three days later in the week only to find out that the issue has gone away for now. She looked at it and said "Huh, looks kind of like bug bites. I think it's an allergy, maybe? IDEK" So I was referred to a dermatologist (at which point I was mostly healed up again) who called it "Dermatitis" (read: a rash. Which I knew) and was HORRIFIED that I don't moisturize. (It always seemed sort of girly and superfluous to me. And I have oily skin on my face, so the idea of dry skin did not occur to me, but she was looking at my legs.)
Anyway, I was lying in bed and squashing bugs on the wall - I mean, you know, you get bugs and spiders and such indoors sometimes. It's not pleasant, but it happens, right? I have to kill spiders, too, because I'm the tallest and I'm the only one who can reach them. But as I noticed the fourth or fifth unfamiliar bug in one night, it occured to me "You know, it's pretty weird for a squashed bug to have THAT MUCH blood spurt out when you kill it. The only other one I can think of is mosquitos that have bitten you and . . . wait, I've heard about bed bug infestations becoming more of a problem in cities and stuff. ZOMG WTF GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH AND WIKIPEDIA RIGHT NOW. And these odd little flat brown bug creatures looked just like the ones I'd been squashing. (Don't Image Search it if you want to keep your lunch. Seriously.) AND as it turns out, the bites frequently present in a cluster pattern. Which is exactly what I had.
Furthermore, bed bugs make no distinctions about who they bite, but only SOME people show an allergic reaction to them and some don't notice the bites at all. Turns out I'm the only one in the family who does. (Go me?) I also suspect the infestation is centralized in my room because I haven't seen any of the little bastards outside it.
So we're going to vacuum that shit out of everything, spray the hell out of the mattresses with Lysol and put them in plastic bags, and wash and dry the bedding, clothes, etc in hot water and dry them. DIE YOU EVIL LITTLE FUCKERS. Seriously, I've spent 6 months trying not to scratch my skin off and it turns out it's bugs? DIE DIE DIE KILL.
Gary's friend Dennis is a douche and (as I found out later) a misogynist. Dennis used to work at IBM before he got laid off. Now he has a side business/hobby making computers for people. My mom communicated to him about the possibility of LATER ON making a computer for us, since this one is close to dead. He INSISTED we had to start now because the parts were on sale, and we could pay him off a bit at a tiem. Except then we paid $200 and the price MAGICALLY jumped from $600 to $950. Don't get me wrong, it's a good computer, but some communication would have been nice.
So NOW it turned into "Well if I don't get the full amount by the end of the month, I'm selling it to someone else and I'll keep the $200 you paid". So we're scrambling for the money and I'm pissed and I want to exorcise the demons of Douchery and Misogyny from him. Salt is supposed to be good for that sort of thing, right? (Clearly this is not just an excuse to throw things at somebody.)Doll News
I sold my Monster High stuff. It wasn't working out. I just really am not a fashion doll sort of person. I like my cute stuff, like Strawberry Shortcake and some of the other cracked out 80s toys and Liddle Kiddles and Dixie's Diner. The "Oooh shiny! Eh, I'm bored. Ooh, new shiny thing!" is a cycle I'v noticed. So rather than looking for something else to collect, I decided to use the money to augment my other collections - like getting the more expensive furniture for my Berry Happy Home or the rare Japanese Dixie Diner dolls. So that's nice and making me happy.