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Goals and Lists

May 8th, 2013 by Laraeven

One of the ways that I keep myself from spiraling down into the mental fog is to set goals and make lists. I keep a list of things to do mainly because after the third kid my brain just doesn’t function like it used to. I am forgetful on my best of days. The lists are reminders to keep me from basically doing nothing. Making goals keeps me moving in some sort of direction. With untreated depression it is very hard to fight against the invisible tide. I can get wrapped up in my mind making things much harder than they have to be. Even though I know this it doesn’t keep me from getting overwhelmed. When I get overwhelmed I tend to downward spiral which gets me nowhere fast.


Another thing I do is plan to look forward to something either a date or a time. It is all about keeping me out of the funk. A list can be simply things I need at the store, chores I need to do, or places I need to go. I often put things like phone calls to make on it as well, but that doesn’t get me over the anxiety of making the call. I tend to avoid phones. I don’t mind texting, messaging, or emails. When it comes to call for the dentist, which I fear by itself, I really have to work up the nerve to even call. Making a goal will only take me so far. If I am not willing to accomplish that goal I will drag my feet making things worse on the most part.


Right now I have a list of things to get from the store sitting in front of me. It is non-food essentials including: Sunscreen, cat litter, detergent, and vaccum bags. Now I have to make a goal to go to a store today before I go get Jokes from work.


Something I am looking forward to in the near future is being able to see The Fixx. I was never a big fan and frankly I never knew who sang the songs even though I knew the words. Jokes being 12 years older had more experience to back up his connection to the music. It is hard for me to find bands that both of us can like as my tastes run a darker line. The last band we saw together was AFI playing with The Dear and Departed. Yea, it has been that long. Live music is so much better than listening to it in your car.


Ne who, back on target. The first part of this week I got away from my goals and lists. In return, I didn’t get much done. I mostly read. Reading is good unless it becomes an oasis away from your problems. I tend to sink into my books and forget what I should be doing. In so I have laundry piling up and grass to cut. I need to find a way to stay on task and be able to read. That is very tricky for me. Oh shoot! I just remembered I need to add the library to my list of things to do. Library fees are a bitch. Although, in a twisted way I feel like I am supporting the library with my late fees so I am contributing to my reading in a backwards way. If I can make my have to do’s more of a goal it takes the sting out of doing them. It also helps me face some of the larger challenges, like talking to people in person. I am fighting to stay on top of things.


Meh!


Weiner

May 5th, 2013 by Laraeven

Awhile back I came across a link to a youtube video for a contest. It was a promotional contest for a new book, “A Goth Noob Picnic in the Cemetery Where DJ Dumbshit is Buried” by Robert Tomoguchi. The contest was being done through rafflecopter which I have used before in other blog/writer contests that I never win. I like to read all kinds of books and support writers when I can in promotion with their books. Basically, you could do different things for entries into the contest: write reviews, promote the contest directly, ect. I had never read anything written by Robert Tomoguchi so I was thrilled that he was allowing free ebook downloads of his previous books in the series. I have since written reviews for the first two books in the Me and My Friend Maddie Gothic Book Series and posted them on goodreads.com for anyone that is interested. I read a ton of paranormal fiction and biology books so this was a nice break into something new.


The latest book in the series was released this weekend. I had already planned on buying the full set in physical copies for my shelf to be placed along side my new copy of Pop Kids by Davey Havok. I usually prefer ebooks because of the saved space in having them at my fingertips. I reserve my shelf space for books that I really like or have a special story behind them.


The contest also included an artist by the name of Th1rte3n who was promoting her brand along with her designed batpack, which is a really cute bat backpack. She also has a bat coin purse that sits on your arm leaving you free to dance at a club or shop with your hands free. You can check out her etsy here.


As you can guess by the title I won the contest. They released the winner names this morning via youtube video that had some black market footage from bats day. When I heard my name I squealed so loud the household came to see what what happening. I had to replay the video so they could hear it too because I was speechless. I am so excited about getting a signed copy of the new book and a batpack. I will still plan to buy copies of his other books like mentioned above. I have plans for the batpack as well. I still can’t believe I heard my name called. I was getting bummed out listening to the first winners that got signed copies. I really didn’t think I was going to win anything until I heard my name. I can’t stop the cheezy grins. So if you have time check out the links that I put up. You never know what you might find by following links. Just be careful about what you click.



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Streamline Time

April 2nd, 2013 by Laraeven

One of the major time consumers in this household has to deal with water control. Don’t attempt to do anything with water if someone else is doing something with water in this house. I bitched to my oldest kid that she wasn’t going to hold me up doing her laundry for 4 days this week. Then, in the same breath I told her not to start the laundry yet because her father was washing pots and pans. Now she has to wait until I get out of the shower because I claim the water control next. DAMN.. Jokes just told me I have to wait until Vino does the dishes. *sigh* So I will take a shower after the dishes but before Bebe gets to start her load of clothes. Meanwhile we all sit around waiting for the next person to gain control of the water. I will be so glad when we move from this place. There is just no streamlining anything here.


Challenge Accepted

March 31st, 2013 by Laraeven

There was a post on the World of Warcraft-Priest forums that said shadow priests are only shadow because they can’t heal. Of course I know better than to get all nerd rage over forum posts, but this one really dug under my skin. I have two level 90 shadow priests. I chose shadow as my specialization because I like casting and dark things. If felt like a perfect fit. Plus, I really don’t like having to depend on others to heal me to keep me alive being the control freak that I am. If I could add stealth to them I would. On Ultima Online I had a mage that had healing and stealth. She was my favorite character ever.


This post that I read got me thinking; I never truly tried healing other than a brief stint at being off spec healer in situations and having disc for a short bit during wrath to get into dungeons quicker. So I have decided to try my hand at it. Instead of switching over one of my priests to holy I am building a new priest. One of the best ways to learn a new skill is starting from the bottom. I realize that it means I will have three priests which people might feel is excessive. At this time I am not sure if I will delete this new character once I learn how to priest heal properly. I can’t imagine deleting a character that makes it all the way to 90 even if I don’t play them. I have several that I usually leave to shelf rot other than to use their professions. My paladin is one of them. I have never been into melee no matter how many times I have attempted it. I really like to be far away casting my butt off.


I am not sure if I will prove this poster wrong in the end or if the challenge will give me another viewpoint in my gaming strategy. Healing might just prove to be a very boring or stressful adventure. I know you can’t heal stupid and there is plenty of stupid going on in game lately. This is a side affect for the Looking for Dungeon or Looking for Raid option. You just don’t get to build your team like you used to hanging out around the dungeon entrances. On the other hand I like not waiting around to play. *sigh*


Wish me luck!

Created Sans Mold

March 29th, 2013 by Laraeven

My whole life, ok maybe not whole more like since 3rd grade, I have been trying to fit into everybody’s idea of what I should be and trying to fit into whatever social mold I could jam myself into using favoritism. Ok so follow this if you can… in 3rd grade my best friend liked the color yellow as her favorite color. She didn’t like me picking pink because all the girls picked pink or red in our class. She wanted me to be different with her so instead of just standing up for what I liked I chose yellow too. In 7th grade I wore all black and wore Metallica t-shirts and hung out with other headbangers so everyone labeled me a headbanger smoker chick until I shaved my head and they couldn’t figure out where I belonged. Shenade O’Conner was big on the radio then and I liked her boldness, plus I got a bad hair cut that made me look like Elvis.. so I told them to shave it. I also told my aunt not to buy me anything pink even though I secretly liked that color.


In 9th grade I got a bad rep for hanging out with people that were known to buy and sell drugs. People immediately labeled me as one of them or that I was grunge just because I liked plaid shirts. Then, in my second go round with 9th grade I hung out with the goths and dressed in vintage whatever I could put together. I finally donned a bright pink top that had gold buttons down my ribcage. I would have worn the pants that went with them that were capri in length, but I couldn’t get them zipped. It was kind of things GAGA would have worn if she was around during that time. I had a girl that hung out around a lot of preps secretly congratulate me on the courage to be who I wanted to be. The problem was I really didn’t feel like I was that person that everyone saw. Yea, the clothes were me and the Goths liked me because I was different kind of like them. Yet, I still listened to things no one liked and did things that were out of the norm for the persona I was eluding to.


I was the chick that shaved her head, smoked, parents were afraid to let their kids hang out with me, I had purple hair at times and was tattooed all by the age of 15. I didn’t fit into anything that was around in my town and was ages in front of the trends of today that would have made me look “cool”. The problem was that I didn’t feel like I could fit into any one clique. As soon as I was accepted a group would find out that I liked rap or thought vanilla ice was cute. Then, I would feel the scolding that I shouldn’t like XYZ because it didn’t fit in the mold I was shoving myself into.


Are you still with me? I know this is long and looks like it is not going anywhere.


It comes down to this.. I just don’t fit into a mold. I am a gamer, nerd, goth, punk, skater, geek, vegetarian, humanitarian, mental, mother, wife, ect…

I am ME.

At my mid 30′s I have realized that it doesn’t matter that some other goth doesn’t think I am goth because I don’t wear all black all the time, or that the other vegetarians get mad because I eat meat every so often because my anemia gets so bad I can’t breath. It doesn’t matter that I am not an elite hardcore gamer or that I can’t do math in my head. What matters is that I am happy with who I am. I won’t let judgement from other people slam me for their ideals of who they think I should be. I just want to be accepted for being Laraeven. I don’t want to ever feel like I have to impress someone by what I like or what I wear. We each have our own individualism about us. My outside wrappings do not begin to cover the depth of my soul.