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So... My move came. Which is a good thing. All of the boxes arrived, which is also a good thing. So I went to unpack my iMac, which is what I've been waiting for for the last six months. I thought it was weird that all the packaging was there, like the plastic covering the screen and everything, but I thought, hey, maybe I'm just that good and I kept all of that because I knew that I was gonna have to pack it, and I just forgot that I did it.

Wishful thinking.

THEY SENT ME A NEW COMPUTER. That sounds like a good thing, right? NO. It's not. Because my old computer was better, it had more RAM and more hard drive space, and a better processor. But more importantly, IT HAD ALL MY STUFF IN IT. All my photos (which, stupidly, aren't backed up). All my bank information. Passwords saved in cookies. Social Security Number. Documents, and just general information. A lot of damage can be done with that info.

What probably happened was, somewhere between leaving my home in DC and getting to my home in Brasília, the computer was stolen (or ruined, which is what I'm hoping, cause then I might be able to get the info back), and they replaced it in secret so they wouldn't have to use the insurance.

But you know what bugs me the most? Is that they tried to fool me. They thought my old computer was new (it was in the original box) and they thought if they just replaced it, I'd never notice. And that? That just makes me soooo mad. That they LIED to me.

So I wanna sue them. And I need a good lawyer. In Florida. Anyone?

At last!

Apr. 7th, 2011 11:57 pm
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After six months of waiting and calling and bugging people from a million different places, my move will arrive tomorrow! Or so I've been told. Saturday at the very latest. I'll believe it when I see it.

But! If that does happen, and my stuff arrives this weekend? Then I'll have my lovely iMac back. And my vinyl player. And my dark room! Which means I can get to work on those dozens of rolls of film that have been accumulating over the past 6 months. Oh, and my clothes. And my books, and my computer games, and my Buffy and Angel and Smallville DVDs!

How on earth did I survive for the past six months???

Epic fail

Apr. 3rd, 2011 12:07 am
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I had plans for today. They generally involved staying home and chilling, but also going to photography class, having lunch with a friend, going to the mall with my mom to get a b'day present for my oldest godson, and building my new elliptical that arrived recently.

I couldn't get myself to leave my bed early enough to make it to my photography class (which is 11am, not early at all, btw). Then my mom canceled the mall trip because she has a sore throat, and I couldn't build the elliptical because my toolbox is a huge mess and is missing half the tools I need to do it. All in all, today was as epic fail. Except for the lunch, which was at a nice Japanese restaurant.

So what did I do the entire day? Nothing. I browsed the internet. I took a nap. I watched American Idol (which shows Saturday and Sunday here in Brazil). What I didn't do was work on my screenplay, or start designing my friend Jason's webpage, or put the dishes in the dishwasher, or go out and get tools.

But. I feel rested. So maybe I needed a day to just do nothing.
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I may be depressed. I just cried for about 4 hours after the lady told me that my move wasn't going to arrive for another week. For a person that's waited for six months, what's another week, right? But yeah, that got me going. I then proceeded to cry at the end of Legally Blonde. Now that's a sure sign that something is wrong.

I just don't like it here. And by "here" I mean Brazil. My own country. How twisted is that? The problem is, after you leave for a while, you come back and notice all the flaws and problems that you were used to before. Like, people run red lights and almost kill you, and everyone's always late, and the streets have huge potholes in them, and nothing ever goes according to plan. Scheduling a time for anything is futile.

Case in point: I'm feeling depressed, so I scheduled an appointment with a psychologist at my work. I arrived there about ten minutes early, and waited. Half an hour later, I was still waiting. The woman just DIDN'T SHOW UP. Nada. No note, no phone call to the secretary to say she wasn't coming. I waited for another half hour, wrote her a nasty note, and left. She never called to explain. She's not dead or hurt, in case any of you were wondering. I checked.

And that's the thing. The lack of respect is just killing me. Everyone here feels more entitled than you about everything. Everything is a struggle, a fight, from driving down the street to getting a crew for a shoot to thwarting off people that are trying to cut in front of you at the movies. My brand new iPhone was stolen on my first week of work. From my desk. FROM MY PURSE. And when I showed my outrage about this, you know what the first reply was? Well, you shouldn't just leave your stuff lying around like that. You know how things are around here...

Apparently, I don't. I forgot. And how is leaving my purse on my desk considered "leaving my stuff lying around"? Where else am I supposed to leave it???

And then the shrink, the person who was supposed to make me feel better, made me feel worse. And further proved my point.

I know that leaving won't solve anything. That I should stay and try and change things. But I'm researching for a documentary about Brazilian sociologists and anthropologists and their theories, and it just makes me more depressed. Because this? This has been going on for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. I mean, ever since the first Portuguese ship came to our shores, things have happened according to status and "who knows who" and not according to what's fair and just. Bribes, corruption, you name it. How the hell do we change a culture that's so ingrained? Brazil is like a Titanic, this huge ship with a tiny rudder. Even if I do stick around and try and change things, I won't be alive to see any major change.

And so I want to leave. For my own sanity. I'm not saying that Europe or the US are perfect, but at least in the US I didn't feel disrespected on a daily basis.

But all of this is moot, seeing as I'm forced to stay here at least for another year, as payment for the time that they gave me to study. I'm actually counting down the days, like a prisoner in jail, marking them off on the wall (well, on a calendar, but still).

In the meantime, I guess I should get myself another shrink.
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I've been feeling kind of down for the past couple months. They say that moving is one of life's most stressful events. So is studying. So is changing jobs. Well, I've been through all of those in the past 6 months (and we're talking intercontinental move here!), and I can tell you, they, whoever they are, are right. I'm stressed out of my mind, and it's not a good feeling.

But today was a Good Day(tm), and I am happy. Here's why:

1. My movie is FINALLY done. Done. As in, "there is nothing else I need to do with it except send it out to festivals" done. I've been waiting to say this for the past 2 and a half years.
2. I posted the story map and the first ten pages of my screenplay for my online class to give feedback on, and people actually like it!
3. My elliptical arrived today, and my move will arrive Monday. After SIX MONTHS of waiting.
4. After 2 weeks of no sugar, no lactose and no gluten, my skin is starting to clear and I lost 2 pounds!

So yeah... It's pretty amazing how one good day can change your entire mindset... Bring it on, world! I'm ready!!
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I'm one of those people who never manage to have a big city on SimCity, or an old sim on The Sims (unless he's created old). At some point in the game, I always think I could've done something better, and decide to start all over. I buy new notebooks every semester, even if the previous ones were barely touched. I like beginnings; I'm not that good on development. This is something I'm trying to change, but changing is a long and painful process.

And so, here I am, starting over. If I've subscribed to your journal and you have no idea who I am, I was known as "maricats" on LJ. And yes, I've been gone for a long time. I'd appear there sporadically, about once every year or two, and then would disappear again. People would delete their LJ accounts, create other ones, and I'd try and catch up and figure out who was who after being away for so long, but my LJ was a big mess. So I decided to start over on DreamWidth. My LJ still exists, and I'll check it every once in a while. But this? It's so tidy and organized! :)

My current plan is to write every day. Not necessarily here on DW, though. I'm working on a screenplay, and I have a movie site that needs constant updating, and other blogs. But I need to discipline myself to write something, anything, every day.

And so it begins... We'll see how this goes!


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