Dark magic is the best kind. Don't let white people tell you different.

I just did an image search on Wentworth Miller, and there's a provocateuse hit on each of the first three rows. I clearly can't monetise for shit. I want to make a million dollars off other people's photos. That seems perfectly reasonable.

Tomorrow I'm taking the SPHR (fancy HR certification) exam. I need this certification to do serious job-hunting, since a theater degree does not seem to rank very highly in the HR world for some crazy reason. I have been studying a lot, but I moved my test date up so I could go home and visit my mom next week and there is a lot of material to cover. I HAVE FAILED ALL MY PRACTICE TESTS. I am likely going to fail this test which cost a LOT of money to register for and is only given twice a year. Fuck. I am SO looking forward to getting up at 5:45 tomorrow so I can go take a four-hour exam at 7:00am. AND SUCK AT IT. I am not used to failing exam things, as I'm usually a fab test-taker.

I killed the thread with my whining.

You could still pass the test! Have no fear! I mean, that definitely won't help, and each test has to have one set of things on it, right? It could be all the things you know, and none of the things you don't. GO SCRAPPY GO

If it's any consolation, Scrappy, you just made me knuckle down on an onerous task I'm way behind on.

No, I get that it's not. I hope you get a bolt of inspiration tomorrow, and take what my mother would tell you: Sois sage. Sometimes wise works.

My sister just threw down a gauntlet because I implied (stated outright--they're very similar) that it's not in character for her to send *me* to a clothing site. The precise gauntlet is:

Fuck the two of you. I'm gonna be the best looking bitch at the wedding.

I have ordered the cupcake pink crinoline. I have a black and pink length of ribbon for a choker (I think it came with something from Jilli, but that's the thing about Buffistas--so many senders of cool ribbon!), and just need to finalise the tights situation. Good To Go is impending.

Apparently my mother was also giving her clothing shit. Mummy's wrap up line was:

I gave you self-esteem, but I don't know what you did with it.

Which I think explains her current tetchy attitude. Tsk tsk.

Is there a rule that you wear a vest while shooting skeet?

Don't take the Sydney - Dallas flight ever in your lives unless you are forced to. Oh. My. Goodness. I had watched five movies and there were still six hours left in the flight.

Hahah. I just did that 2 weeks ago! It wasn't too bad (though the only reason we made the flight was due to some technical issues delaying takeoff by 1.5 hours.) (And it was a really rough flight, though that just distracted me in a good way.)

If it is any consolation, Dallas-> Brisbane was technically a longer duration flight....

I think my travel strategy is sound: find a nice person (bonus if a big flirt and you are too) from business class bumped to economy with a whole 4 seater row to him/herself and finagle an invite. Make friends! Talk for hours! Drink and talk for more hours, while getting business class service! Decidedly tipsy, agree it is naptime! Share the 4 seats like a pair of passed out puppies and sleep for 5 hours, waking up for breakfast 2 hours before landing.

Of course, that is reliant on a lot of things you can't control. But damn, that was actually a GOOD flight. eta: that was the Dallas->Brisbane route. Syd->DFW, I was stuck in the middle between two very nice but reserved strangers, so. I just drank until sleepy and slept.

Scrappy, I don't know if it is a strategy that helps, but sometimes pretending to not give a fuck helps. But I had/have subconscious testing anxiety, so I had to deliberately make myself not care in order to defeat it.

Don't take the Sydney - Dallas flight ever in your lives unless you are forced to. Oh. My. Goodness. I had watched five movies and there were still six hours left in the flight.

I flew to/from San Fran whenever possible - a much more pleasant and less stressful airport than LAX. Not necessarily helpful for getting to DFW, though.

Garlic bread is the best thing in the world.

So I just scared the shit out of mac. I was choking, like really choking - managed to get the thing out when I sat straight up then stood up and bent over quickly, but I was still gasping and coughing and thought I needed more help. I was miming the heimlich and as he was not getting it, I got enough breath to tell I was choking, did he know what to do. Well he does, but this time what he did was start balling. I was still coughing so hard I both (whitefont for squick) threw up and wet my pants before I could comfort him.

good lord, my throat still does not feel right. I am very hungry, but eating now seems very dangerous.