Why?? Because I can bitches!
70 Questions I Guarantee You've Never Answered:
1. Would you bang your neighbour?
Older brother yes, younger brother no.
2. What describes your relationship status?
negotiable.
4. What's the last movie you've seen in the theater?
Superbad.
5. Do you live with your parents?
I have no soul.
6. What is your middle name?
Elizabeth like you know, after the queen. Oh yah bitches, named after royalty.
7. Who have you talked to most today?
Bekka.
8. Do you carve pumpkins every year?
EEWWWW Do pumpkins come and take you away from home, carve out YOUR guts and display you to the masses?? NO! So why should I do that to a pumpkin huh??
9. Color of your underwear?
COMMANDO!! thats right, this chicky likes to fly FREE mofo's!!
10. What color shirt are you wearing?
Brown.
11. How many years have you taken a language?
2o in english, 25 in yve.
12. Are you gay?
don't you wish my girlfriend was hot like me?
13. If so, are you a rainbow rocker?
FLY FREE, G.A.P. BITCHES... okay only half and half, like cream! HAH!!
14. Do you wish on 11:11?
No, 4:20 on 4, 20 :D
15. Good advice if you ever go camping?
No matter how much fun it is teasing the sasquatch, they are bigger then you and know where you sleep.
16. Are you a bad influence?
Yes. Yes I am. See the afore mentioned, I have no soul comment.
17. Do you enjoy Diet Rockstar?
EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW
18. Rather have your name or your siblings name?
I totally would pwn Willow's name. But lets face it Yve totally fucking rocks.
19. Would you do anything for someone else?
do I get something back?? Maybe. if someone was asking for one of my kidney's probably to save a life, but if they were gonna ask for my coffee, FUCK NO.
20. Have you ever been called a bitch?
Yes.
21. Favourite colours?
penis.
22. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?
When I can avoid it I will, but I am a bit of an emoticon whore. :D >:P
23. What song is on?
Choices - Xavier Rudd.
24. Are your grades good?
They could be better.
25. Do you think people hate you for filling these out?
I don't care. It amuses me for the five minutes it takes to fill it out and fuckya'll if you don;t like it.
27. Does your best friend have a facebook?
Who doesn't have facebook. if you don't have facebook, you are simply not good enough. SHAAAAMME.
28. Who's page did you visit last?
Angels' too whore the hell out of this meme on my blog. Oh yah bitches. Whoring it out big time.
29. Last time you went out to lunch?
today I went to see Wendy for one of her bitching hot dogs.
30. What is to the right of you?
plants.
33. Do you have one or more Britney Spears CDs?
-blinks- Crazy. Not stupid.
35. Are you a Lost fanatic?
do you want to live?
37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?
PRINCE OF DARKNESS!! ALL HAIL OZZY!!! What kind of person would I be if I didn't. Its fucking OZZY man.
38. iPod or Zune?
MYPOD!!!
39. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?
when I can I will watch it for hours and hours and hours.
40. King of the Hill?
ehn, only if there is no family guy.
41. Do you read trashy romance novels often?
mmmm her milky white breasts heaved in the moonlight as the ship rocked gently on its moorings....ugh....no?
43. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?
Do I sing obnoxiously for fun?! Yes.
44. Do you ever sing obnoxiously in the shower?
Yes.
45. What's in your cd player right now?
....C....D....player??
46. Have you ever pretended your crush was with you?
MMM DSG SNUGGLES.
53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?
only about my art/pet stuff.
54. Have you ever been to south africa or africa?
noez but I wanna.
55. Do you know how to knit?
-sigh- no.
59. When you open your closet, what is the dominant color?
My closet does't have a door and its filled with crap right now. But mostly black.
60. Baskin robbins or cold stone?
huh?
61. Physics or chemistry?
Chemistry.
64. R-rated or G-rated movies?
..............hm first one thats made me stop and think. Dunno.
65. Go on walks during the day or night?
Night.
66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings or Star Wars?
YOU EXPECT ME TO CHOOSE?!?!?
67. Fly or road trip?
ROAD TRIP!!!!
68. Batman, Spiderman, or Superman?
Fuck No, Spiderman all the way. HE CAN SPIN A WEB!!! wtf does Batman have?? toys? Superman? He's ALIEN HE"S NOT EVEN HUMAN!!!!
69. Ever gone ghetto and ate cereal with water because you didn't have milk?
EW!!!!
Oh yah most pointless waste of time EVER. it was good.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
FOUL PLAY
If the universe and I were a game, and there was a ref. I'd have called a foul this week on the universe for a dirty play.
The man of my visual dreams walked into work this week and I couldn't even make eye contact with him. I was stuck up a ladder while he was in the line up at the cash.
-sighs-
Dreadlocked, bearded, granola man. Walked into my life and then out of it again.
why gods, why?!?
Seriously, just a damper on my whole week.
-pouts-
Redid the hawk for anyone that cares. Its seriously styling again.
And I'm drunk and stoned. YAY day off!!
I also hope christmas chokes on shortbread cookie and dies. Really, blue in the face dead. OH YAH.
gimme more baileys.
The man of my visual dreams walked into work this week and I couldn't even make eye contact with him. I was stuck up a ladder while he was in the line up at the cash.
-sighs-
Dreadlocked, bearded, granola man. Walked into my life and then out of it again.
why gods, why?!?
Seriously, just a damper on my whole week.
-pouts-
Redid the hawk for anyone that cares. Its seriously styling again.
And I'm drunk and stoned. YAY day off!!
I also hope christmas chokes on shortbread cookie and dies. Really, blue in the face dead. OH YAH.
gimme more baileys.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Deck the Halls with Bows of STFU
Once more around the wheel, once more into the obolix.
Christmas and all its fun misconceptions are upon us kiddies.
Glittering lights remanicent of the old pagan festival of lights shine brightly in the dark to harold back in the gods of the hunt, and light the way for the suns long journey back, bows of evergreen hang reminding you of the old ways to keep the home fresh and mite free, hearty foods from the bower fill our empty stomach and remind us that the long dark of winter is only going to brighten up.
Fat gifts sit under the tree (now taken inside to keep the church inquisitors from finding out who still celebrates the old ways and being tried as a witch) teach our little ones all about greed and selfishness (remember when they taught us about wealth, not the monetary kind.
I, like many of you, use to love this time of year. Now my bitter cynical eyes see it as just another reason to max out the credit cards, spend money for trivial pointless things that (as much as you deny it) will be forgotten as soon as the next new toy rolls off the production shelves.
Working as a cashier I've honed my skills as a zen artist and I my ever impressive ability to shrug it off but this year omfg I seriously want to commit tinseilcide.
every year it gets worse and worse and I just want to do it. I want to take one of those bright red ribbons and tie it around someones neck and 'merry christmas' them to death.
If its not people squawking about whats PC to say to people, its the crazies snapping and stressing out over something that is suppose to be the happiest time of the year.
Are you happy??
I sure as hell am not. I'm exhausted, sore and weak. I have tunnel vision to get me through my days and a weak hope that in two weeks it shall all be over.
Gods, please tell me in a couple of weeks it shall all be over. I need to hear it once.
In the mean time.
Point on for Paganism, a stranger smiled at me and wished me a happy yule yesterday. I was totally touched. It made my day. But then again, so did the boozy chocolate.
Happy whatever religious denominational holy day you celebrate!
Christmas and all its fun misconceptions are upon us kiddies.
Glittering lights remanicent of the old pagan festival of lights shine brightly in the dark to harold back in the gods of the hunt, and light the way for the suns long journey back, bows of evergreen hang reminding you of the old ways to keep the home fresh and mite free, hearty foods from the bower fill our empty stomach and remind us that the long dark of winter is only going to brighten up.
Fat gifts sit under the tree (now taken inside to keep the church inquisitors from finding out who still celebrates the old ways and being tried as a witch) teach our little ones all about greed and selfishness (remember when they taught us about wealth, not the monetary kind.
I, like many of you, use to love this time of year. Now my bitter cynical eyes see it as just another reason to max out the credit cards, spend money for trivial pointless things that (as much as you deny it) will be forgotten as soon as the next new toy rolls off the production shelves.
Working as a cashier I've honed my skills as a zen artist and I my ever impressive ability to shrug it off but this year omfg I seriously want to commit tinseilcide.
every year it gets worse and worse and I just want to do it. I want to take one of those bright red ribbons and tie it around someones neck and 'merry christmas' them to death.
If its not people squawking about whats PC to say to people, its the crazies snapping and stressing out over something that is suppose to be the happiest time of the year.
Are you happy??
I sure as hell am not. I'm exhausted, sore and weak. I have tunnel vision to get me through my days and a weak hope that in two weeks it shall all be over.
Gods, please tell me in a couple of weeks it shall all be over. I need to hear it once.
In the mean time.
Point on for Paganism, a stranger smiled at me and wished me a happy yule yesterday. I was totally touched. It made my day. But then again, so did the boozy chocolate.
Happy whatever religious denominational holy day you celebrate!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Sweetest Thing
So yesterday I worked all day, I opened 9-1 and then I went to class and I hadn't gotten any news from teh DSG but I knew, inside, he was okay. If anything bad would have happened, I know inately I'd be more worried then I am, but still I miss him and I wants to talk to him again.
I went into work again, to see how they were doing with thier skids and it was going slow so I decided to stick around and lend a hand. Aren't I nice? Yah, I have no soul. I'm going to rot in hell forever.
Before I left I got asked to cover a shift thursday night and I said I would no worries, and asked if they wanted me to come in in the morning too to help with the skids, and my manager almost cried with happiness. I know. I have no soul and I'm going to rot in hell forever.
I went home, fed my dog, jumped online to send teh DSG an email to tell him I was thinking about him and I hope he was safe. I jumped in the shower, and missed a phone call.
I crawled into bed plugged myself into my ipod to listen to some NON-christmas music and missed a phone call.
I slept through another three phonecalls and when I woke up I checked the phone to see if my work number was on it and I noticed there was an ASS load of 405 area code numbers one my home phone. eh? 405 is oklahoma, but I don't recognize the number.
Furrowing my brow, my cell rings and its my manager, and we had a small conversation and I decide since I'm still at home, I wanted to know who this 405 number was. So I called it, even though at 8:30 am its really 7:30 am in oklahoma.
It was teh DSG.
He bought a disposible cell phone to call and let me know he was okay.
AWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Seriously I was so touched I melted and got all squishy and happy. My week has been so shitteh that I needed something good to happen and omfg that was just the sweetest thing ever. I've been walking around with the dumbest smile on my face ever since.
I misseded joo DSG. I misseded jooOOooo!!!
I went into work again, to see how they were doing with thier skids and it was going slow so I decided to stick around and lend a hand. Aren't I nice? Yah, I have no soul. I'm going to rot in hell forever.
Before I left I got asked to cover a shift thursday night and I said I would no worries, and asked if they wanted me to come in in the morning too to help with the skids, and my manager almost cried with happiness. I know. I have no soul and I'm going to rot in hell forever.
I went home, fed my dog, jumped online to send teh DSG an email to tell him I was thinking about him and I hope he was safe. I jumped in the shower, and missed a phone call.
I crawled into bed plugged myself into my ipod to listen to some NON-christmas music and missed a phone call.
I slept through another three phonecalls and when I woke up I checked the phone to see if my work number was on it and I noticed there was an ASS load of 405 area code numbers one my home phone. eh? 405 is oklahoma, but I don't recognize the number.
Furrowing my brow, my cell rings and its my manager, and we had a small conversation and I decide since I'm still at home, I wanted to know who this 405 number was. So I called it, even though at 8:30 am its really 7:30 am in oklahoma.
It was teh DSG.
He bought a disposible cell phone to call and let me know he was okay.
AWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
Seriously I was so touched I melted and got all squishy and happy. My week has been so shitteh that I needed something good to happen and omfg that was just the sweetest thing ever. I've been walking around with the dumbest smile on my face ever since.
I misseded joo DSG. I misseded jooOOooo!!!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Ice Storm Slams Oklahoma City
Oklahoma City
I woke up this morning and stumbling downstairs I wondered how Damen was doing with the ice-storm heading to Oklahoma city this week.
I remember how bad it was in Ottawa a few years ago when we were hit with a snowstorm and for us it wasn't all that bad in downtown Ottawa, but outside the core, power was out for days, it was cold and wet and it sucked.
I stuck around for him to come online and he didn't and I figured it was because of his dad had him out house sitting for a friend and he was tired. I got to school and he still wasn't around so I decided to check the news sites and DAMN!! The whole state is fucked!!
I tried calling, even though I knew I couldn't get through and I got nothing but I still had to try.
I hope he's okay though. :S I'm kinda worried cause his dad is the type of guy who'd insist on driving down to Norman to check on their family so I hope for their sake, his dad stayed home.
Okay now I'm really worried.
Come back into the light Okahoma!! I miss my DSG!!
I woke up this morning and stumbling downstairs I wondered how Damen was doing with the ice-storm heading to Oklahoma city this week.
I remember how bad it was in Ottawa a few years ago when we were hit with a snowstorm and for us it wasn't all that bad in downtown Ottawa, but outside the core, power was out for days, it was cold and wet and it sucked.
I stuck around for him to come online and he didn't and I figured it was because of his dad had him out house sitting for a friend and he was tired. I got to school and he still wasn't around so I decided to check the news sites and DAMN!! The whole state is fucked!!
I tried calling, even though I knew I couldn't get through and I got nothing but I still had to try.
I hope he's okay though. :S I'm kinda worried cause his dad is the type of guy who'd insist on driving down to Norman to check on their family so I hope for their sake, his dad stayed home.
Okay now I'm really worried.
Come back into the light Okahoma!! I miss my DSG!!
Friday, December 7, 2007
The Sickness In You
Its that time of year ladies and gents, where germs are flying, viruses are swimming and infections are running rampant.
Are you sick?
I hope, for you, that you aren't and if you aren't stay home in your nice safe houses and enjoy it. Cause everyone else is sick.
I am.
My bi-annual bronchial infection has slammed me like a tonne of bricks, not that I wasn't expecting it, but hey, at least for now, its not the flu. Thank the fucking maker, if I got sick with the flu, I'd be in tears.
Not that I aren't already...I'm running on exhuasted and the fumes are being tapped out by this horrible day, 9-1 work, 1-4 exam (which I wrote and did...hopefully...well on) and 5-11 work. Yeesh.
Ima thinking I need spicy chicken soup for lunch. :D Sounds good eh? I think so. MMM Spicy food is good.
So, thus far my symptoms range at running a temperature, hot and cold flashes, headache, sore chest (ribs and lungs, shoulders and back) coughing, dry and hacking, sneezing, running nose (quick catch it, there it goes!) dry itchy eyes, dry mouth, and the ever impressive upset stomach, (why? I dunno but its PISSING ME OFF) exhaustion, sore muscles and my fingers are swollen and stiff. weird eh? plus the most hallucinogenic dreams ever. Serious...vikings. in the gatineau hills. being chased by cops. I'm one of their valkryies. I'm loosing my flipping mind.
oddly enough, I'm in an okay mood. so far anyway.
All things considering, I take it as a bonus.
I get to feed Kaa tomorrow. Two rats. He's gonna be fat and happy. He's digging the old room again, cause its nice and warm and if I can find the humidifier, perfect for him. The humidity is already up twenty degrees from the old apartment, even though I don't notice it, he's all glossy and moving around ALOT at night. I can hear him creaking up and down his driftwood, and waking up to see his white underbelly pressed to the corner of his tank as he tries his nightly escape is oddly freaky and amusing at the same time. He can get himself into the corner of the tank, and lifted 3/4 of his body up to the lid and sniffing it. Its hilarious to watch him get too high and start to fall over. You can totally just see the 'woah...WOAH....WOOOAAAHHHHHH' going on. I crack up everytime.
The fish are STILL not procreating and if they are, the frogs are eating the baby platy's, and my java moss is going fucking nuts. Again. -rolls eyes- I have to take it out tomorrow and try to tie it up in a ball so it'll stop over taking my anubis nano. Again. The anubis is thriving in the new location beside my heat duct and the tank (snail free) is thriving. I am so happy to see my pets happy. Except Dora is suffering from dry skin and her ecsyma is acting up, which means her hot-spots are gonna flair up soon if I don't douse her in bagbalm and keep her skin hydrated. Another reason to find the humidifier. That an my dry skin is KILLING me.
I need to clean my room (big surprise there) but all I really need is my dad to hang my shelves for me. Which isn't likely to happen so I'm going to do it myself. I want to put my wall shelves over Kaa's tank and put my art stuff and cache boxes on it. Level out the amount of crap I have on my billy shelfing unit but again. I need dad to hang my shelves for me.
I asked Damen for something special for my room, since for my mom brought home these sweet little matte black 4X6 frames and I asked him for a copy of the cherry blossoms picture that inspired my tattoo, his most recent picture of himself (its SOOO good) and to surprise me with a third. I want to hang them somewhere and I have to seriously consider the wall space in my room for all the stuff I have to hang this weekend.
I already have my butterflies up in the wall between my door and bed-head wall, plus my spider/scorpion dual above the fish tank but I still have Bish's Stonehenge print, my Stephanie Law print, my pentacle mirror as well as my cat stained glass, my clay castle in the clouds relief.
Weirdest blog post ever? I think so.
I have one week left of Tort Law and then I'm off school for two months. WOOT! Torts, as well as being a type of desert are also a type of law. What kinda law? I dunno, thats why I have to retake the course. HAHAHAH oh I suck.
I'm really worried about Jen, Rio's sister, last I heard from Rio is she was doing really bad. Like Rio hasn't been around online or anything in weeks bad. :S I have a pile of stuff I keep meaning to send to them, but I keep putting it off but I've decided I don't care what it takes I'm sending them a care package on my next pay check. Just something to say I love them and I'm thinking of them and I'm praying for them. I wish I had the money to ship them both up to Canada and adopt them so they can have use of the health care system, its not much but its better then what they have, which is...effectively nothing. Tomorrow I'm going to use some of the time I have on my phone card to call them...since I can fully and totally abuse the rights of their answering machine to at least amuse them and their mom enough to get a smile out of them. As cliche and silly as it sounds, laughter truely is the best medicine, even when you're in constant pain, a smile does you good.
I LOVE YOU GIRLS!!! Where would the canadian invasion be with you Rio and Jenneh?!?!?
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Random thought and amusing idea for you all...
Cookie Tongue.
there. its been said.
Cookie Tongue....or more commonly known Gookeh Thumgnn. -snerk-
Are you sick?
I hope, for you, that you aren't and if you aren't stay home in your nice safe houses and enjoy it. Cause everyone else is sick.
I am.
My bi-annual bronchial infection has slammed me like a tonne of bricks, not that I wasn't expecting it, but hey, at least for now, its not the flu. Thank the fucking maker, if I got sick with the flu, I'd be in tears.
Not that I aren't already...I'm running on exhuasted and the fumes are being tapped out by this horrible day, 9-1 work, 1-4 exam (which I wrote and did...hopefully...well on) and 5-11 work. Yeesh.
Ima thinking I need spicy chicken soup for lunch. :D Sounds good eh? I think so. MMM Spicy food is good.
So, thus far my symptoms range at running a temperature, hot and cold flashes, headache, sore chest (ribs and lungs, shoulders and back) coughing, dry and hacking, sneezing, running nose (quick catch it, there it goes!) dry itchy eyes, dry mouth, and the ever impressive upset stomach, (why? I dunno but its PISSING ME OFF) exhaustion, sore muscles and my fingers are swollen and stiff. weird eh? plus the most hallucinogenic dreams ever. Serious...vikings. in the gatineau hills. being chased by cops. I'm one of their valkryies. I'm loosing my flipping mind.
oddly enough, I'm in an okay mood. so far anyway.
All things considering, I take it as a bonus.
I get to feed Kaa tomorrow. Two rats. He's gonna be fat and happy. He's digging the old room again, cause its nice and warm and if I can find the humidifier, perfect for him. The humidity is already up twenty degrees from the old apartment, even though I don't notice it, he's all glossy and moving around ALOT at night. I can hear him creaking up and down his driftwood, and waking up to see his white underbelly pressed to the corner of his tank as he tries his nightly escape is oddly freaky and amusing at the same time. He can get himself into the corner of the tank, and lifted 3/4 of his body up to the lid and sniffing it. Its hilarious to watch him get too high and start to fall over. You can totally just see the 'woah...WOAH....WOOOAAAHHHHHH' going on. I crack up everytime.
The fish are STILL not procreating and if they are, the frogs are eating the baby platy's, and my java moss is going fucking nuts. Again. -rolls eyes- I have to take it out tomorrow and try to tie it up in a ball so it'll stop over taking my anubis nano. Again. The anubis is thriving in the new location beside my heat duct and the tank (snail free) is thriving. I am so happy to see my pets happy. Except Dora is suffering from dry skin and her ecsyma is acting up, which means her hot-spots are gonna flair up soon if I don't douse her in bagbalm and keep her skin hydrated. Another reason to find the humidifier. That an my dry skin is KILLING me.
I need to clean my room (big surprise there) but all I really need is my dad to hang my shelves for me. Which isn't likely to happen so I'm going to do it myself. I want to put my wall shelves over Kaa's tank and put my art stuff and cache boxes on it. Level out the amount of crap I have on my billy shelfing unit but again. I need dad to hang my shelves for me.
I asked Damen for something special for my room, since for my mom brought home these sweet little matte black 4X6 frames and I asked him for a copy of the cherry blossoms picture that inspired my tattoo, his most recent picture of himself (its SOOO good) and to surprise me with a third. I want to hang them somewhere and I have to seriously consider the wall space in my room for all the stuff I have to hang this weekend.
I already have my butterflies up in the wall between my door and bed-head wall, plus my spider/scorpion dual above the fish tank but I still have Bish's Stonehenge print, my Stephanie Law print, my pentacle mirror as well as my cat stained glass, my clay castle in the clouds relief.
Weirdest blog post ever? I think so.
I have one week left of Tort Law and then I'm off school for two months. WOOT! Torts, as well as being a type of desert are also a type of law. What kinda law? I dunno, thats why I have to retake the course. HAHAHAH oh I suck.
I'm really worried about Jen, Rio's sister, last I heard from Rio is she was doing really bad. Like Rio hasn't been around online or anything in weeks bad. :S I have a pile of stuff I keep meaning to send to them, but I keep putting it off but I've decided I don't care what it takes I'm sending them a care package on my next pay check. Just something to say I love them and I'm thinking of them and I'm praying for them. I wish I had the money to ship them both up to Canada and adopt them so they can have use of the health care system, its not much but its better then what they have, which is...effectively nothing. Tomorrow I'm going to use some of the time I have on my phone card to call them...since I can fully and totally abuse the rights of their answering machine to at least amuse them and their mom enough to get a smile out of them. As cliche and silly as it sounds, laughter truely is the best medicine, even when you're in constant pain, a smile does you good.
I LOVE YOU GIRLS!!! Where would the canadian invasion be with you Rio and Jenneh?!?!?
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Random thought and amusing idea for you all...
Cookie Tongue.
there. its been said.
Cookie Tongue....or more commonly known Gookeh Thumgnn. -snerk-
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
The Ever Impressive Community of Polling
I decided against my better nature to jump on the band-wagon and support my friend ren's brother, Will in his poll for his surprisingly difficult poll.
What colour should he die his hair?
Red -but you mean green-
Blue -but secretly you know hulk green is hawt-
Not at all -but you think Will would be devestatingly gorgeous with green hair-
or
Green.
Oddly enough when I was twelve, thirteen and fourteen I teased my mother I was going to dye my hair green. Like violent amonia green, the kind of green that hurts your eyes no matter what the light sourse is.
She threatened to shave my head and if it wasn't for the fact that I love my hair, I'd have done it. So for Will and for living through him vicariously, vote on my poll, his sisters poll and his poll to dye his hair green.
poll to follow.
What colour should he die his hair?
Red -but you mean green-
Blue -but secretly you know hulk green is hawt-
Not at all -but you think Will would be devestatingly gorgeous with green hair-
or
Green.
Oddly enough when I was twelve, thirteen and fourteen I teased my mother I was going to dye my hair green. Like violent amonia green, the kind of green that hurts your eyes no matter what the light sourse is.
She threatened to shave my head and if it wasn't for the fact that I love my hair, I'd have done it. So for Will and for living through him vicariously, vote on my poll, his sisters poll and his poll to dye his hair green.
poll to follow.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Eat My Posts Blogger and I will SHUN YOU!!
SILENCE!!
I keel you!!!
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Blogger ate my over-excited-I-have-two-months-off-school post this morning.
So I POST AGAIN!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
I have two months off school. One pitiful horrible dreadmaster week left then TWO WHOLE MONTHS OF HERZING FREE LIFE AGAIN!! YAY!!!!
I am -so- excited.
---
I am convince that some people are just not management material.
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Sometimes I want to throttle people for being themselves.
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I think if I can afford it I'm going to take a trip too. I haven't decided when or where but I know I want to go somewhere warm.
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Cramps, back pain and a sudden impatience is driving me up the wall. I want to punch someone.
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I am completely and totally, head over heels, unabashedly, unashamedly, utterly and entirely in love again. And not with my boyfriend.
---
I am totally random.
I keel you!!!
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Blogger ate my over-excited-I-have-two-months-off-school post this morning.
So I POST AGAIN!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
I have two months off school. One pitiful horrible dreadmaster week left then TWO WHOLE MONTHS OF HERZING FREE LIFE AGAIN!! YAY!!!!
I am -so- excited.
---
I am convince that some people are just not management material.
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Sometimes I want to throttle people for being themselves.
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I think if I can afford it I'm going to take a trip too. I haven't decided when or where but I know I want to go somewhere warm.
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Cramps, back pain and a sudden impatience is driving me up the wall. I want to punch someone.
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I am completely and totally, head over heels, unabashedly, unashamedly, utterly and entirely in love again. And not with my boyfriend.
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I am totally random.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Why My Dad Hates Drivers. And Snow. And Drivers in Snow
http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=77
thank you Damen for this awesome and truthfull connection to a well known fact in canada and more primarily, ottawa.
thank you Damen for this awesome and truthfull connection to a well known fact in canada and more primarily, ottawa.
Hey! Look! Its Snowing!!
Get up this morning to BIG FAT flakes falling from teh sky and I get up with out really looking hard at the snow and take Dora out for her morning pee.
Except I can't open the front door.
TOO MUCH SNOW!
It musta been the way the snow was blowing last night I figure but then I got out and I couldn't see my stairs. Or the side walk. Or the street.
I sure as hell found them when Dora pulled me down them though. WHOOPEETA!!!
Its still snowing too. We got about 10 cm of snow and we're expected another (minimum) of 10 before night fall.
I have to get ready to leave for school two hours early just so I can make it on time.
Sometimes it just doesn't pay to live in a country who's gross annual snowfall can fill a football stadium. Twice.
Except I can't open the front door.
TOO MUCH SNOW!
It musta been the way the snow was blowing last night I figure but then I got out and I couldn't see my stairs. Or the side walk. Or the street.
I sure as hell found them when Dora pulled me down them though. WHOOPEETA!!!
Its still snowing too. We got about 10 cm of snow and we're expected another (minimum) of 10 before night fall.
I have to get ready to leave for school two hours early just so I can make it on time.
Sometimes it just doesn't pay to live in a country who's gross annual snowfall can fill a football stadium. Twice.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
If Life was a bag of trail mix, I'd be the only Cranberry in the bag.
I thought up that line this morning laying in bed, trying to decide if I was too bitter or to bitchy or if I held onto grudges too long. How long is too long? A month? A half year? Years?
Aren't something worth holding onto more begrudgedly then others?
I always say don't sweat the small stuff, but I am a hypocrite. I totally sweat the small stuff. But I also let it go. If I don;t think about it for a week, then I've let it go.
The big stuff, yah I hold onto. Things are just meant to be remembered. Plus. I'm a Sag, Sag's are notorious for holding on to grudges forever. We're stubborn, and hardheaded and its what we do. Remember the bad things that happen to us so we can hold it against the person that did it to us years from now and make them feel guilty even though we -really- don't care.
For example; this is something I know I'm going to remember for years.
My birthday.
I'm turing 25, and thats kinda big right? So I invite all my friends to come to my party at Zaphods cause holy crap my birthday falls on the only night that I go out. Which is oddly a tuesday but hey, wtf are wednesday's for but staying in bed wishing it was friday. Anyway. I let EVERYONE I know know at least a month in advance that man, don't make plans for the tuesday of the 27th cause you're coming out to my party right??
Those who can let me know, those who can't let me know and its all good. Hence what letting everyone know in advance is about right?
Well...my birthday rolls around and one person. I shall call her M. sez she's coming, then cancels, then sez she's coming, then cancels, then sez for sure she's coming out, she's had it bad the last week and needs to party with her friends. Sweet! I even don't care herasshole boyfriend is coming with her.
SO they get downtown, like three hours too early andasshole boyfriend doesn't have any i.d.
How does he expect to get into a club without i.d? I dunno. But he thinks cause he might know the bouncer he will.
So via cell phone calls on my way to my managers place and then to club my friend decides, instead of staying at the club (cause she has i.d. and herassh...boyfriend doesn't, she's gonna bounce, even though its one of her best friends 25th birthday and she's really excited about hanging out with M. finally outside of work.
Uh.huh. riiight.
so. I tell her what ever, its really selfish of her that she's promise to come to my party and bounce on account of her boyfriend (HEY LOOK I FORGOT THE ASSHOLE THAT TIME...don't worry I was thinking it) doesn't have any i.d. cause he's basically a putz and so big deal, she's only breaking a promise to her friend on her birthday, so w/e we'll see each other at work, just don't expect me to be happy to see you cause you tromped on my feelings in your knock off skater shoes and wiggled you flabby hinny around in your ugly ass skinny keans.
Well, come the next time she's at work, it turns out M. has been talking smack about how selfish I was and how I don't care that she's going through a hard time, and I'm gonna stay mad at her forever cause you know, thats what I do, I hold grudges.
Umm...wouldn't you??
Anyway. I hear this and I think to myself, nah this is too easy, I'm going to be UBER!nice to her the next time I see her just to rub it in her face she talked all this smack to me its not true and she's gonna look the fool not me.
Guess who's acting all bitchy and snobbish? Not the Yve oh hellz no, man I had so much fun WITHOUT her and her boyfriend I actually don't care that she bounced cause I know she'd have just thrown herself around the club and acted the hot cookie n basically just put a whole sluttish turn on the night, M. is the one being all cold and rank and notfun. Not the Yve people. The Yve doesn't care. The Yve rocked her 25th like no ones fucking business.
So I hears it today from a little bird that she's been calling me two-faced.
HOW THE HELL HAVE I BEEN TWO FACED?!?
Okay, seriously people, I hadn't even had a chance to see this girl before she got up all on me acting like I'm the bad guy. Um. Hate to sound pretensious but when you pick your man before your girls....especially on your girls birthday...YOU ARE A BITCH no doubt about it.
Wasn't it Ren that said to me once Ho's before Bro's Yve.. Ho's before Bro's?!?
Yah I finally got what you meant Ren...and I totally see where you are coming from.
What I love is she went to Lawrence with all of this trying to fish out informationon what I've been saying about her. HA. Funneh. I haven't said anything that isn't true.
:P So much for living in that drama-free bubble.
Ironically Lawrence asked how we managed to stay friends for so long with all the smack we talk about each other. Truthfully, when I answered him, I said I don't know, but we do...how the hell do we anyway?
So yah, I wasn't PLANNING on holding a grudge about this but that kinda pissed me off that she made it to seem like I was the bad guy when she picked her ASSHOLE before her friend.
-flips the british bird- JOG ON, prick.
In other news.
ITS FUCKING COLD!!!
It's snowed on and off for the last week, and it finally cleared up today and it got FUCKING COLD!!!
Its like -17 celcius and yah. COLD. Wtf. its only going up to -11 tomorrow and we might hit -2 on monday. BRRRR. I hope this means that the canal will be frozen and ready for skating on in time for X-mas. I'm planning on asking for skates for Yule this years. I haven't skated in years but the last time I was in skates and on the canal I made it from downtown to dows lake in twenty minutes. Thats almost 7.8 k people!!!
I figure because I spent a good two and half months biking back and forth from the glebe to st. laurent I should be in fairly good shape to skate every other day from dows lake (twenty minute walk from my parents place) to downtown before school....thats the idea anyway....if it happens....LOL.
Fuck I prattle on endless about crap don't I? Oh well.
Hi Phil!
:D
Aren't something worth holding onto more begrudgedly then others?
I always say don't sweat the small stuff, but I am a hypocrite. I totally sweat the small stuff. But I also let it go. If I don;t think about it for a week, then I've let it go.
The big stuff, yah I hold onto. Things are just meant to be remembered. Plus. I'm a Sag, Sag's are notorious for holding on to grudges forever. We're stubborn, and hardheaded and its what we do. Remember the bad things that happen to us so we can hold it against the person that did it to us years from now and make them feel guilty even though we -really- don't care.
For example; this is something I know I'm going to remember for years.
My birthday.
I'm turing 25, and thats kinda big right? So I invite all my friends to come to my party at Zaphods cause holy crap my birthday falls on the only night that I go out. Which is oddly a tuesday but hey, wtf are wednesday's for but staying in bed wishing it was friday. Anyway. I let EVERYONE I know know at least a month in advance that man, don't make plans for the tuesday of the 27th cause you're coming out to my party right??
Those who can let me know, those who can't let me know and its all good. Hence what letting everyone know in advance is about right?
Well...my birthday rolls around and one person. I shall call her M. sez she's coming, then cancels, then sez she's coming, then cancels, then sez for sure she's coming out, she's had it bad the last week and needs to party with her friends. Sweet! I even don't care her
SO they get downtown, like three hours too early and
How does he expect to get into a club without i.d? I dunno. But he thinks cause he might know the bouncer he will.
So via cell phone calls on my way to my managers place and then to club my friend decides, instead of staying at the club (cause she has i.d. and her
Uh.huh. riiight.
so. I tell her what ever, its really selfish of her that she's promise to come to my party and bounce on account of her boyfriend (HEY LOOK I FORGOT THE ASSHOLE THAT TIME...don't worry I was thinking it) doesn't have any i.d. cause he's basically a putz and so big deal, she's only breaking a promise to her friend on her birthday, so w/e we'll see each other at work, just don't expect me to be happy to see you cause you tromped on my feelings in your knock off skater shoes and wiggled you flabby hinny around in your ugly ass skinny keans.
Well, come the next time she's at work, it turns out M. has been talking smack about how selfish I was and how I don't care that she's going through a hard time, and I'm gonna stay mad at her forever cause you know, thats what I do, I hold grudges.
Umm...wouldn't you??
Anyway. I hear this and I think to myself, nah this is too easy, I'm going to be UBER!nice to her the next time I see her just to rub it in her face she talked all this smack to me its not true and she's gonna look the fool not me.
Guess who's acting all bitchy and snobbish? Not the Yve oh hellz no, man I had so much fun WITHOUT her and her boyfriend I actually don't care that she bounced cause I know she'd have just thrown herself around the club and acted the hot cookie n basically just put a whole sluttish turn on the night, M. is the one being all cold and rank and notfun. Not the Yve people. The Yve doesn't care. The Yve rocked her 25th like no ones fucking business.
So I hears it today from a little bird that she's been calling me two-faced.
HOW THE HELL HAVE I BEEN TWO FACED?!?
Okay, seriously people, I hadn't even had a chance to see this girl before she got up all on me acting like I'm the bad guy. Um. Hate to sound pretensious but when you pick your man before your girls....especially on your girls birthday...YOU ARE A BITCH no doubt about it.
Wasn't it Ren that said to me once Ho's before Bro's Yve.. Ho's before Bro's?!?
Yah I finally got what you meant Ren...and I totally see where you are coming from.
What I love is she went to Lawrence with all of this trying to fish out informationon what I've been saying about her. HA. Funneh. I haven't said anything that isn't true.
:P So much for living in that drama-free bubble.
Ironically Lawrence asked how we managed to stay friends for so long with all the smack we talk about each other. Truthfully, when I answered him, I said I don't know, but we do...how the hell do we anyway?
So yah, I wasn't PLANNING on holding a grudge about this but that kinda pissed me off that she made it to seem like I was the bad guy when she picked her ASSHOLE before her friend.
-flips the british bird- JOG ON, prick.
In other news.
ITS FUCKING COLD!!!
It's snowed on and off for the last week, and it finally cleared up today and it got FUCKING COLD!!!
Its like -17 celcius and yah. COLD. Wtf. its only going up to -11 tomorrow and we might hit -2 on monday. BRRRR. I hope this means that the canal will be frozen and ready for skating on in time for X-mas. I'm planning on asking for skates for Yule this years. I haven't skated in years but the last time I was in skates and on the canal I made it from downtown to dows lake in twenty minutes. Thats almost 7.8 k people!!!
I figure because I spent a good two and half months biking back and forth from the glebe to st. laurent I should be in fairly good shape to skate every other day from dows lake (twenty minute walk from my parents place) to downtown before school....thats the idea anyway....if it happens....LOL.
Fuck I prattle on endless about crap don't I? Oh well.
Hi Phil!
:D
Friday, November 30, 2007
What the Cock is this Shit?!
Its been almost a month since I've posted a blog and for that I am truely sorry, but alas, I am lazy and there are times where I want to write but I'm just not sure I care too. So I put it off and off and off and a month passes by and now I have a month worth of shit to catch up on with you lot.
First thing is first.
I just turned 25.
My birthday to say the least was fucking amazing. First my parents bought me my Papillo Ulysses Ulysses for my birthday. Its also know as the Giant Blue Mountain Swallowtail, but thats an ever bigger mouthful then P.U.U. :P
I bought myself another charaxes, the charaxes smaraga-something or other. Its blue and black and kinda purple with white speckles. Its pretty. It looks good on my wall. I don't care. All I know is I know have four very pretty butterflies and I am insanely gloating over them.
I also got an old-fashioned apple peeler. You stick the apple on one end, set the suction cup bottom so it doesn't slid around and crank away. It peels, slices and cores apples, pears and pomme-de-terre, or potatoes. And a bag of apples. OH yah ladies and gents, I got a bag of apples.
I had my birthday at Zaphods since it convienently fell on Tuesday this year, which is industrial strength night and it was good. Except for being picked over for a boyfriend by someone who said they were my best friend, it was amazing. Even my manager showed up to buy me some drinks. YAH!
And Jason showed up, man, even Hippie Will showed up. Apparently dog-faced flea ridden Beattie showed up but Marcus the bouncer didn't let him in. Next week, I'm giving Marcus a hug. I think its in order.
Second up, I moved back in with the family. I even got lucky (for the grace of the gods) and got my old room back. Yah, thats right. The big bedroom is mine again. Complete with closet and extra set of book shelves, which I sorely need since Kaa's tank stand was pitched for the much nicer sleeker black dresser I salvaged out of the trash.
My room feels huge though
I need to hang up my pictures and various things but something about it feels huge. Its just so much bigger now...when I moved my stuff in I figured why not set it up practically and now my bookstand faces the window where my bed is under (I can't sleep unless I can see the moon) my fish tank is beside my bed above the furnace duct, and the snake tank is along the inside wall on top of my new (new to me) dresser. Plus I gakked a rug off my brother and it looks nice covering up all the spilt messes my brother made on the floor while I wasn't living at home.
The move was....needless to say as it is MY family, a fucking adventure and a half. I packed up my shit from the apartment with matt in three days (go me a new record) and even though everyone bitched I had so much stuff, I actually downsized (thats right bitches) and we only had to make one trip cause my dad rented a fucking truck and not a van. Apparently its cheaper to rent a truck then a van so we rented the truck. We fit EVERYTHING IN. Oddly enough, Kaa, the poor little fucker travelled in my pillow case in my shirt, inside my jacket and spent the evening in a bag hanging in the closet until we could get his tank upstairs...why the evening? Read on.
We get home.
We start unloading the truck and I go upstairs with my first armload of boxes to see if my room was ready and my brother was coming down the stairs ready for work.
The conversation went like this.
'Is my room clean?'
"Cleanish"
'is the room -empty-?'
"Emptyish"
-goes to look-
Its still got his garbage, cardboard boxes from his frivolous purchases at Ikea, his computer desk and monitor in it. Plus misc. crap.
'What the fuck! why isn't it empty, you need to get that shit out now, I am moving in today, you KNEW that.'
"can't going to work, BYYYYYE."
-twitching yve-
I go to my dad and explain the situation and he sez just pile everything in the dining room and we'll clean it out when I get back from returning the truck.
Fuck.
So dad leaves, erick and his lazy fat girlfriend leave and I am home alone. With all my stuff in the dining room and my snake freezing in a bike back in the closet upstairs where Dora (my dog) can't turn him into a chew toy.
So. What do I do? I do what I can not to go crazy and kick in ericks door. I open my window and start tossing shit outside. What doesn't fit is piled up infront of his door or out on the porch (its raining on sunday so his nice 300$ monitor, I pray is ruined) and I start moving shit upstairs by myself, my bookstand (a big billy unit ironically from ikea) my bed, my dresser, and as I paused looking at my snake tank and decide to take a break and wait for my dad to come home to help me. As I literally sit my ass down, my dad comes in. I point and go 'YOU! help me with this.' He looks around for my big stuff and blinks and looks at me and sez, 'You moved it all by yourself already?' And I glare and nod. I even paused my moving to vacume and wash the dirtier spot out of my carpet, off the window sill, doorsill and walls. I even WASHED my window!!!
So my dad helps me with my tank, I set it up get Kaa resettled and warmed up again (so he isn't a pissy bitch and hissing at me) and I started putting my bed together and erick comes home and looks into my room and sez. 'See you did it all by yourself, you're a good girl.'
I threw the hammer at him and missed by a scant inch. It felt good.
So I finally unpacked my last box this morning (literally turned my clean laundry onto my bed and got rid of the box) and so I am home.
Exhausted. And I want to kill my brother but I am home. :D
Also. Debating making a huge choice in the next week or so and I don't know what to say or think but I miss being single. How weird is that?
First thing is first.
I just turned 25.
My birthday to say the least was fucking amazing. First my parents bought me my Papillo Ulysses Ulysses for my birthday. Its also know as the Giant Blue Mountain Swallowtail, but thats an ever bigger mouthful then P.U.U. :P
I bought myself another charaxes, the charaxes smaraga-something or other. Its blue and black and kinda purple with white speckles. Its pretty. It looks good on my wall. I don't care. All I know is I know have four very pretty butterflies and I am insanely gloating over them.
I also got an old-fashioned apple peeler. You stick the apple on one end, set the suction cup bottom so it doesn't slid around and crank away. It peels, slices and cores apples, pears and pomme-de-terre, or potatoes. And a bag of apples. OH yah ladies and gents, I got a bag of apples.
I had my birthday at Zaphods since it convienently fell on Tuesday this year, which is industrial strength night and it was good. Except for being picked over for a boyfriend by someone who said they were my best friend, it was amazing. Even my manager showed up to buy me some drinks. YAH!
And Jason showed up, man, even Hippie Will showed up. Apparently dog-faced flea ridden Beattie showed up but Marcus the bouncer didn't let him in. Next week, I'm giving Marcus a hug. I think its in order.
Second up, I moved back in with the family. I even got lucky (for the grace of the gods) and got my old room back. Yah, thats right. The big bedroom is mine again. Complete with closet and extra set of book shelves, which I sorely need since Kaa's tank stand was pitched for the much nicer sleeker black dresser I salvaged out of the trash.
My room feels huge though
I need to hang up my pictures and various things but something about it feels huge. Its just so much bigger now...when I moved my stuff in I figured why not set it up practically and now my bookstand faces the window where my bed is under (I can't sleep unless I can see the moon) my fish tank is beside my bed above the furnace duct, and the snake tank is along the inside wall on top of my new (new to me) dresser. Plus I gakked a rug off my brother and it looks nice covering up all the spilt messes my brother made on the floor while I wasn't living at home.
The move was....needless to say as it is MY family, a fucking adventure and a half. I packed up my shit from the apartment with matt in three days (go me a new record) and even though everyone bitched I had so much stuff, I actually downsized (thats right bitches) and we only had to make one trip cause my dad rented a fucking truck and not a van. Apparently its cheaper to rent a truck then a van so we rented the truck. We fit EVERYTHING IN. Oddly enough, Kaa, the poor little fucker travelled in my pillow case in my shirt, inside my jacket and spent the evening in a bag hanging in the closet until we could get his tank upstairs...why the evening? Read on.
We get home.
We start unloading the truck and I go upstairs with my first armload of boxes to see if my room was ready and my brother was coming down the stairs ready for work.
The conversation went like this.
'Is my room clean?'
"Cleanish"
'is the room -empty-?'
"Emptyish"
-goes to look-
Its still got his garbage, cardboard boxes from his frivolous purchases at Ikea, his computer desk and monitor in it. Plus misc. crap.
'What the fuck! why isn't it empty, you need to get that shit out now, I am moving in today, you KNEW that.'
"can't going to work, BYYYYYE."
-twitching yve-
I go to my dad and explain the situation and he sez just pile everything in the dining room and we'll clean it out when I get back from returning the truck.
Fuck.
So dad leaves, erick and his lazy fat girlfriend leave and I am home alone. With all my stuff in the dining room and my snake freezing in a bike back in the closet upstairs where Dora (my dog) can't turn him into a chew toy.
So. What do I do? I do what I can not to go crazy and kick in ericks door. I open my window and start tossing shit outside. What doesn't fit is piled up infront of his door or out on the porch (its raining on sunday so his nice 300$ monitor, I pray is ruined) and I start moving shit upstairs by myself, my bookstand (a big billy unit ironically from ikea) my bed, my dresser, and as I paused looking at my snake tank and decide to take a break and wait for my dad to come home to help me. As I literally sit my ass down, my dad comes in. I point and go 'YOU! help me with this.' He looks around for my big stuff and blinks and looks at me and sez, 'You moved it all by yourself already?' And I glare and nod. I even paused my moving to vacume and wash the dirtier spot out of my carpet, off the window sill, doorsill and walls. I even WASHED my window!!!
So my dad helps me with my tank, I set it up get Kaa resettled and warmed up again (so he isn't a pissy bitch and hissing at me) and I started putting my bed together and erick comes home and looks into my room and sez. 'See you did it all by yourself, you're a good girl.'
I threw the hammer at him and missed by a scant inch. It felt good.
So I finally unpacked my last box this morning (literally turned my clean laundry onto my bed and got rid of the box) and so I am home.
Exhausted. And I want to kill my brother but I am home. :D
Also. Debating making a huge choice in the next week or so and I don't know what to say or think but I miss being single. How weird is that?
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Wez drinkin'....drinking in gatz n with teh manfolkz and they be bringin' teh saucy wenchz
read the title. love the title.
we're in gatineau tonight folks, using a french key board...wheretf is the shift key???
oh..lol there it is.
I slipped n called lawrence aka ren II my boyfriend tonight. he didn't correct me. we've been drinking I blame the smirnoff rip-off.
bye lovers!!!
we're in gatineau tonight folks, using a french key board...wheretf is the shift key???
oh..lol there it is.
I slipped n called lawrence aka ren II my boyfriend tonight. he didn't correct me. we've been drinking I blame the smirnoff rip-off.
bye lovers!!!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The Epic Painting II
well, I worked on it for another two hours last night, fairly impressed with how well its coming along.
I'm fucking proud of it, I hope Jason likes it too.
sorry for the shitteh webcam shot. its all I have now. :(
The background...well I can hammer that out this weekend I hope :D
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
When Good Girls Go Goth
So. Last night I was ordered to attend industrial night at Zaphods cause my friend Alex was djing and Lawrence insisted.
Well two pretty goth boys begging me to attend makes a girl go weak and not think about it. It being I'm closing, then opening at my new job. With my manager. then going to class, then to my second job.
No, no I can handle a couple hours at Zaphods. I can go with only a few hours sleep if I don't drink.
right?
right?
if I don't drink right??
Yah, well. Why would you go to a bar and not drink??
Smirnoff Ice and Jagerbombs.
BAD COMBINATION.
I wasn't trashed, but I did slur. alot. and dance. alot. Now I am yawning. Alot.
But I did it, I even left early. I was planning on staying until 1:30 but I left at 1. Cabbed home, (cause I was wobbly and walking home BLOWS) and crashed the second I came in the door.
I was up at 7:30 and out the door by ten to 8 and at work by 8:30. Which means, I've been up longer then I was asleep.
I still have to work tonight and do my homework. GROSS.
But the pretty goth boys were fun. Especially the one with the fangs and sexy hair. N Alex who was dressed up as...LOL Alex from Clockwork Orange, N...mmmm goth boys.
Minion needs sleep.
bluh...
oh yah...
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!
Well two pretty goth boys begging me to attend makes a girl go weak and not think about it. It being I'm closing, then opening at my new job. With my manager. then going to class, then to my second job.
No, no I can handle a couple hours at Zaphods. I can go with only a few hours sleep if I don't drink.
right?
right?
if I don't drink right??
Yah, well. Why would you go to a bar and not drink??
Smirnoff Ice and Jagerbombs.
BAD COMBINATION.
I wasn't trashed, but I did slur. alot. and dance. alot. Now I am yawning. Alot.
But I did it, I even left early. I was planning on staying until 1:30 but I left at 1. Cabbed home, (cause I was wobbly and walking home BLOWS) and crashed the second I came in the door.
I was up at 7:30 and out the door by ten to 8 and at work by 8:30. Which means, I've been up longer then I was asleep.
I still have to work tonight and do my homework. GROSS.
But the pretty goth boys were fun. Especially the one with the fangs and sexy hair. N Alex who was dressed up as...LOL Alex from Clockwork Orange, N...mmmm goth boys.
Minion needs sleep.
bluh...
oh yah...
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The Epic Painting
About a month and a half ago, my long time friend Jason commissioned a portrait of himself from me. A big one. A huge massive one.
I know my limits so I said, deal if we cut it down by half.
He said deal.
We haggled over price and we settled on a cherry deal.
Now came the time to paint it. Well I had a month off school so I thought I could do it easy-peasy nice and sleezy in my time from work.
Wellz. Inspiration blows. I suck. I haven't been able to draw or paint or anything for ages. Not a fucking thing.
I get sketches done, and a idea of how I want to do it and gets Jas's approval to start. Start my sketches, start my painting and I spill spaghetti sauce all down the canvas one drunken night.
FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK
another reason why Yve needs to avoid spaghetti sauce.
So. What do I do?
Wait till the very last possible moment, go out bring home a new canvas and ignore it.
I have to tell Jason.
Crap.
three days later I'm on the y!m with Vade and inspiration hits. SWEET I start drawing.
two days later I'm at Phil's house with Lawrence getting high. I get hit with MAD inspiration. SWEETNESS.
yesterday I come home, sit down and start to paint.
See the images?! Thats what I've done so far. Since last night.
I will keep you posted as I go, I want to have this done....SOON.
Its a 24" by 36" canvas and I'm painting with acrylic paints.
wish me luck.
----edited to say----
I hate the format of pictures in this fucking blog. Will figure it out soon I promise.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Feeding Day!
So today is feeding day.
Yup, feeding day. Feed the snake, misser Kaa is starting a shed and I wanted to get some food into him before he gets so surly he snaps at me when I refill his water bowl. Okay not snaps but hisses in a menacing fashion.
HOLD ON---> he's swallowing want to watch....its his first rat (or rather my first rat I've fed to him)
Okay he's doing fine....sorry...
He's an adopted pet, I bought him off Rob who does my tattoo's and I can't recall if he's ever feed him rats before and the pet store was fresh out of large mice so I settled on two small rats, and I've been a bit worried that he'd have a hard time with them, but he looks like he's doing fine... -goes and checks-
-comes back a little green- rats stink. HARD.
For those of you who don't know. Kaa is my ball python, he's a darling year old boy (assuming its a boy) and I've had him for nearly seven months. I love him. I pamper him and I definitely cuddle him to the extreme. Yes, you can cuddle snakes. You just gotta know how.
Anyway, Kaa is very aggressive when it comes to feeding I've noticed. He has a hardcore attack pattern that never ceases to send the heebiejeebies down my spine. He doesn't recoil and strike a pose, he doesn't wait and taste the air, the little bastard sees me coming with the dangling mouse and as soon as its an inch away -WHAM- he's got it by the head or shoulders and he's thrown himself around it. Normally he gets my hand, but I've been getting really good at letting go in time for him to just get the food.
-pauses to check on the swallowing-
GAWDS, I turned arund and he was body up, head totally gauged and rat feet dangling, he's working on the tail now!! GAWDS!!! AHH!! GROSS!!! you could see the rat travelling down his throat....ugh totally cool but totally nasty.
Anyway. So today I brought the rats home, thawed the smaller of the two in some hot water, (sorry I know, frozen, I'm a wimp shaddup) and gave it too him.
Immidiate snap grab reaction...no coil though...so I daringly stick a hand in, and the fucking idiot missed the rat and got himself, by the back of the neck. >.<>.<
Yup, feeding day. Feed the snake, misser Kaa is starting a shed and I wanted to get some food into him before he gets so surly he snaps at me when I refill his water bowl. Okay not snaps but hisses in a menacing fashion.
HOLD ON---> he's swallowing want to watch....its his first rat (or rather my first rat I've fed to him)
Okay he's doing fine....sorry...
He's an adopted pet, I bought him off Rob who does my tattoo's and I can't recall if he's ever feed him rats before and the pet store was fresh out of large mice so I settled on two small rats, and I've been a bit worried that he'd have a hard time with them, but he looks like he's doing fine... -goes and checks-
-comes back a little green- rats stink. HARD.
For those of you who don't know. Kaa is my ball python, he's a darling year old boy (assuming its a boy) and I've had him for nearly seven months. I love him. I pamper him and I definitely cuddle him to the extreme. Yes, you can cuddle snakes. You just gotta know how.
Anyway, Kaa is very aggressive when it comes to feeding I've noticed. He has a hardcore attack pattern that never ceases to send the heebiejeebies down my spine. He doesn't recoil and strike a pose, he doesn't wait and taste the air, the little bastard sees me coming with the dangling mouse and as soon as its an inch away -WHAM- he's got it by the head or shoulders and he's thrown himself around it. Normally he gets my hand, but I've been getting really good at letting go in time for him to just get the food.
-pauses to check on the swallowing-
GAWDS, I turned arund and he was body up, head totally gauged and rat feet dangling, he's working on the tail now!! GAWDS!!! AHH!! GROSS!!! you could see the rat travelling down his throat....ugh totally cool but totally nasty.
Anyway. So today I brought the rats home, thawed the smaller of the two in some hot water, (sorry I know, frozen, I'm a wimp shaddup) and gave it too him.
Immidiate snap grab reaction...no coil though...so I daringly stick a hand in, and the fucking idiot missed the rat and got himself, by the back of the neck. >.<>.<
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Anyway I spent the weekend at my parents place, Saterday I worked at Rideau, one of my last shifts with Claire's and I tried to have fun, but lets face it. I have been looking to leave that company for a few months now and I'm so happy to peace out, it was so fucking mental, seriously I was at cash for 90% of the day and I ran through 1000$ worth of sales. just myself. just lil ol' me.
I was tired my hip hurt so I bused home to my parents and I feel asleep on the bus, which is only like...a fifteen twenty minute ride. Ugh. I splurged on some butter chicken from Indian Express, and went home to crash out hard on the couch. I watched a couple of movies, oooOOOooo Triple X, The Fifth Element, n Snatch . I gots to play with mah puppeh, and yah. Lazy. It was all a very lazy weekend.
Now I am back in school and its like...ugh.
Last friday I found outh The Fatal Attraction broke up with his girlfriend and since then I haven't seen him, in fact I only heard that from the creepy redhead who works in the mall, so if and when I see him, I have to play dumb. Truthfully, its actually kind of sad news cause from what I gathered in my many slouthy reconisence (I so spelt that wrong) missions they'd been together for 8 years. Holy hell, thats a long time, that likes all my serious relationships all rolled into one. UGH. How they lasted that long is beyond me. Rumor is that they're gonna get back together but I'm like secretly inside 'oh hellz no, not before I get my hands on him' but thats just me being sadistic and wants the things I know I can't have, but wants. :P
Ima bad girl.
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Lawrence spent the night on Friday after getting completely totally fucking wrecked at Phil's house. That was fun. Moment of genius that wasn't genius? You know the donut hole game. you make a ring with your thumb and index and hold it below your waist and if someone looks at it you pound them? HAHAH yah we played that game and I was looking at phil's tank and said he should get n apple snail and went 'prolly this big' and not even thinking made the donut.
Phil totally looked at it, even though I wasn't trying to make the donut and Lawrence caught it and started to laugh. Thats when I realized what I had done. >.<>I do have to thank Izzy for my Pomegrante. It was made of good. :D
-scratches head- thats about it.
Ta Y'all!!!
Eddie Izzard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv5iEK-IEzw
This is EXACTLY why I have to start going to bed earlier, just so I can get these cherry links off Bish while he's suffering at work.
I love you Bisheh!!!!!
-snorgles teh bish-
This is EXACTLY why I have to start going to bed earlier, just so I can get these cherry links off Bish while he's suffering at work.
I love you Bisheh!!!!!
-snorgles teh bish-
Sunday, October 28, 2007
iblog, thefore I am.
-lawlz-
So I found out an assload of my friends blog, on blogspot, like me.
we are all individual little sheep aren't we?
Little Ms. Pixie, or shall I say, the soon to be Little Mrs. Pixie Azzi
The Life and Times of Ren, and then some.
RIO! *humps madly*
Vade
I'm sure here are more and as I go along I will make some new friends with blogs on her, but those are just a handful of my small circle.
I luff you guys!!!
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I found out today Shawna (aka Pixie) has finally set a date with her man to get married. -gaps like a fish- my gods!! YAY! She still hasn't told me who her maid of honour is going to be be, but it'll probably be Kat(istillhateyoulikeherpesbutimbeingcivilcauseiloveshawna), and thats cool. Although I wish...no I don't wish she'd grow some balls and tell me, cause then that would be an all balls family and already four boys scare me, the fifth would just be the end of me. heheheh.
I luff you shawna!!!
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I'm totally contented right now, I have a huge full belleh and it was some good eats but now I'm totally ready to konk. Ugh. Hard.
mmm tv....
-is catatonic-
So I found out an assload of my friends blog, on blogspot, like me.
we are all individual little sheep aren't we?
Little Ms. Pixie, or shall I say, the soon to be Little Mrs. Pixie Azzi
The Life and Times of Ren, and then some.
RIO! *humps madly*
Vade
I'm sure here are more and as I go along I will make some new friends with blogs on her, but those are just a handful of my small circle.
I luff you guys!!!
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I found out today Shawna (aka Pixie) has finally set a date with her man to get married. -gaps like a fish- my gods!! YAY! She still hasn't told me who her maid of honour is going to be be, but it'll probably be Kat(istillhateyoulikeherpesbutimbeingcivilcauseiloveshawna), and thats cool. Although I wish...no I don't wish she'd grow some balls and tell me, cause then that would be an all balls family and already four boys scare me, the fifth would just be the end of me. heheheh.
I luff you shawna!!!
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I'm totally contented right now, I have a huge full belleh and it was some good eats but now I'm totally ready to konk. Ugh. Hard.
mmm tv....
-is catatonic-
Serious Case of the Blahs
fuck I am in such a bad mood today I don't know what wrong I can't seem to find anything thats keeping my interests.
I spent the night at my parents visiting my dog, seems to be a weekendly event happening, n today I was gonna spend the day just vegging. Which is essentially what I've been doing. I watched a couple movies, I chatted online, I drew (sort of) I took Dora out I even got D.S.G to call me, even that didn't fix me.
I dunno what the hell is up but I don't like it.
I'm worrying about money cause the next couple of weeks are going to be tight, I don't want to go home at the end of the day cause my roommate keeps me up smoking and chatting on S.L. I have very little or no food to eat, I feel totally weird all the time. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut and I need to break free.
stupid pre-pms emotional fucktardedness.
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IN other news, I finally heard from my sisters today in Toronto. Everyone is settling in okay and that is good news.
ugh man even this blog isn't helping me. I need find a joint and smoke it.
feh.
I spent the night at my parents visiting my dog, seems to be a weekendly event happening, n today I was gonna spend the day just vegging. Which is essentially what I've been doing. I watched a couple movies, I chatted online, I drew (sort of) I took Dora out I even got D.S.G to call me, even that didn't fix me.
I dunno what the hell is up but I don't like it.
I'm worrying about money cause the next couple of weeks are going to be tight, I don't want to go home at the end of the day cause my roommate keeps me up smoking and chatting on S.L. I have very little or no food to eat, I feel totally weird all the time. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut and I need to break free.
stupid pre-pms emotional fucktardedness.
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IN other news, I finally heard from my sisters today in Toronto. Everyone is settling in okay and that is good news.
ugh man even this blog isn't helping me. I need find a joint and smoke it.
feh.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Samhain
On reflection, unless you're like me, and just know this shit but being so awesomely amazingly fantastically cool...go educate yourself.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain
that shit is for realz.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain
that shit is for realz.
Make Me Unsee It
Srsly.
I saw something today I wish to unsee. The whole half hour adventure with Jebbeh was an unsee event.
This morning whilst wandering the mall I saw a girl wearing a red knit dress/sweater/shirt thing, gold...Metallic gold leggings and shiny metallic gold shoes.
okay I can give her merit for trying to work the whole legging/dress-shirt/flat combo. Its very big right now. Not sure why...but it is.
But here is where she went wrong....OKAY OKAY I know...metallic leggings on whole are wrong but, we're gonna overlook THAT for now...just for now...instead we are going to concentrate on the fact that;
A) they were two or more sizes too small for her, so her her muffin shaped waist/hip/ass region was squeezed into these (albeit already horrid metallic) leggings digging into her waist/hip region giving her whole little clingy knit red dress thing a very dumpling look. Like you know when you put on a pair of last seasons pants and they kind constrict your waist like a rubber band on a balloon full of pudding. YAH. THAT is the mental picture I want you to have right there.
B) they were climbing up her cottage cheese ass like no-ones buisness.
C) they were stained down the front of her thighs like she'd eaten at KFC the night before and used her metallic gold thighs as napkins. And forgot to change when she got up this morning for work.
D) the piece de resistance, (ignoring my HORRIBLE french accent) in the MIDDLE of the food court, she grabbed her waist band (already straining as it is not to roll down like a pair of your little sisters tights you only borrowed cause your last pair had a run in them) CROUCHED like a frog and HIKED them up over her muffin-top roll. Then proceeded to attempt to pick them out of her ass.
In the middle of the food court. At lunch.
You know the crouch I mean, when your new thong has reached unmeasureable heights up your ass, and your wedgie is threatening to merge with your bra clasp and all you can think about is running to the bathroom to readjust in the privacy of your own stall, or for the guys that read this, you rode a bike for far to long and your balls have decided against your better judgment to resemble golfballs and have disappeared like a hole in one.
You know what I mean, try to deny it but you know.
Yah. THAT CROUCH.
MAKE ME UNSEE!!!
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Statement of the day,
'I'm not eating in class, I'm licking the icing off'
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Happy Samhain Y'all!
Go forth and be witchy.
You know you want too... so do it.
-insert cackling laughter here-
7:30 am
Why am I awake?
Mysterious motor-chugging-on-a-oversized-rootbeer-and-choking-and-dying sound woke me up at around 6:30, that curiously dies and then is revitalized to die again.
Also. I know how much it'll bug roommate hearing my clicking away over here while he's trying to sleep. Pay back is a bitch yo.
ehn thats all I have the energy for. I promise they're will be a doozy of a post last today when I have more...awakefulness.
until then. I go die.
Mysterious motor-chugging-on-a-oversized-rootbeer-and-choking-and-dying sound woke me up at around 6:30, that curiously dies and then is revitalized to die again.
Also. I know how much it'll bug roommate hearing my clicking away over here while he's trying to sleep. Pay back is a bitch yo.
ehn thats all I have the energy for. I promise they're will be a doozy of a post last today when I have more...awakefulness.
until then. I go die.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The Sugar...I knew it was a bad idea.
ugh....jumbo noisette, with jooogar an cookies...n coookies....n MORE GOOKIES....
minion is twitchified.
uber!twitchibles
I am twitching!!!!
So we gots our first set of marks back from Enforcements of Judgments. I'm smoking!! Now to keep this up for a whole year.
Chapter 1- I sucked, I have to redo it and resubmit it. :( 12/18
Chapter 2- WOOOO!! 23.5/24
Chapter 3- 22/22
Chapter 4- 15.5/20
Chapter 5- 12/14
Quiz 8/12
YAY! Week One of Enforcements is kicking ass. Go Yve!!!
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I didn't get home until midnight again last night, which is fine, cause I went straight to bed anyway but my roommate was online until 3:30. Again. I had to roll over and tell him to go to bed. Again.
I don't mind so much on weekends, you know when I don't have to go to class and I can be all groggy and guhall day. But when I have to pay attention in class, I needs...I NEEDS the sleep.
Again I want to request moving our beds so I can sleep in the dark quiet corner of the apartment and he can have his bed beside the computer so if he wants to stay up all night he can and I won't be bothered by it. But that would mean, he'd have to move furniture and well...yah...not likely. I've been trying to convince him to move Kaa's tank since I moved in. Its been three months, hasn't happened.
-siiighs- I have to move out. I have to find a roommate and move the mofo out.
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I needz to....I dunno but whatever it is....I needz it....-counts the days- hehehe okay I know what I need... -looks around- Ima in alotta troublez yo...
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So teh Bishb0sh read my blog today. He told me I was crazy....sorry...nuts and to stop over analysising...I told him I wasn't nuts I was artistically inclined to be odd. Which is true so, bisheh loveh -sticks out tongue and squinches up eyes- NYAH!!!
thats right. I totally just nyah'd you. You take it. and you LIKE it.
-insert maniaclly evil laughter here-
but yayz the bloggerino is being read by the peoples and the peoples...well they need to fucking respond yo.
Yah you heard me. respondification is loved. and rewarded by respondification from the yvil.
TEH YVIL WILL RESPOND TO JOO!!!
eez cause I have no life....or very very leeetle of one. very leetle. like...bug leetle. eeety beeeeeteh bug leetle... yah that small joo just think about that one.
OMFG Vade is online....
peace yo.
minion is twitchified.
uber!twitchibles
I am twitching!!!!
So we gots our first set of marks back from Enforcements of Judgments. I'm smoking!! Now to keep this up for a whole year.
Chapter 1- I sucked, I have to redo it and resubmit it. :( 12/18
Chapter 2- WOOOO!! 23.5/24
Chapter 3- 22/22
Chapter 4- 15.5/20
Chapter 5- 12/14
Quiz 8/12
YAY! Week One of Enforcements is kicking ass. Go Yve!!!
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I didn't get home until midnight again last night, which is fine, cause I went straight to bed anyway but my roommate was online until 3:30. Again. I had to roll over and tell him to go to bed. Again.
I don't mind so much on weekends, you know when I don't have to go to class and I can be all groggy and guhall day. But when I have to pay attention in class, I needs...I NEEDS the sleep.
Again I want to request moving our beds so I can sleep in the dark quiet corner of the apartment and he can have his bed beside the computer so if he wants to stay up all night he can and I won't be bothered by it. But that would mean, he'd have to move furniture and well...yah...not likely. I've been trying to convince him to move Kaa's tank since I moved in. Its been three months, hasn't happened.
-siiighs- I have to move out. I have to find a roommate and move the mofo out.
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I needz to....I dunno but whatever it is....I needz it....-counts the days- hehehe okay I know what I need... -looks around- Ima in alotta troublez yo...
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So teh Bishb0sh read my blog today. He told me I was crazy....sorry...nuts and to stop over analysising...I told him I wasn't nuts I was artistically inclined to be odd. Which is true so, bisheh loveh -sticks out tongue and squinches up eyes- NYAH!!!
thats right. I totally just nyah'd you. You take it. and you LIKE it.
-insert maniaclly evil laughter here-
but yayz the bloggerino is being read by the peoples and the peoples...well they need to fucking respond yo.
Yah you heard me. respondification is loved. and rewarded by respondification from the yvil.
TEH YVIL WILL RESPOND TO JOO!!!
eez cause I have no life....or very very leeetle of one. very leetle. like...bug leetle. eeety beeeeeteh bug leetle... yah that small joo just think about that one.
OMFG Vade is online....
peace yo.
I haz a pet, he's a rock, his name is Rocky
oh....to be five again.
early morning reflection with Shawna (-LE GASP- omg a female friend!!) we mused on how we wanted to be kids again, what with being grownup and it being all suck ass and everything. She told me about her eldest son Eric (see I left out the K this time Shawna) and his new pet.
Its a rock.
Named Rocky.
how fucking sweet is that? I mean really, youth and innocence and blah blah blah, but remember when you could do shit like that and legitimately get away with it???
I miss that...
So in honour of Eric and his divine youth, I officially dub today Pet Rock Day, Rocky's of the World. UNITE!!!
early morning reflection with Shawna (-LE GASP- omg a female friend!!) we mused on how we wanted to be kids again, what with being grownup and it being all suck ass and everything. She told me about her eldest son Eric (see I left out the K this time Shawna) and his new pet.
Its a rock.
Named Rocky.
how fucking sweet is that? I mean really, youth and innocence and blah blah blah, but remember when you could do shit like that and legitimately get away with it???
I miss that...
So in honour of Eric and his divine youth, I officially dub today Pet Rock Day, Rocky's of the World. UNITE!!!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Is it Caturday yet??
This is my sisters cat Babushka, she's a tiny little black longhair mix. She's about 12 years old and makes her bed in a rubbermaid container filled with tissue paper.
She's also the biggest bitch ever.
But this face sez it all today.
Thank you to the D.S.G. for captioning it for me.
Why...why isn't it caturday yet!?!?
Vade-ification
...I need a moment to kick start my brain... I was up rather late last night and (despite the abusive amount of fun) I am suffering from it today. Not as bad as I thought so though, so that should tell you the joys of astral projection whilst sleeping. ABSOLUTE TOTAL REST!
okay.okay.okay.
VADE!
I adore you man, you are probably one of the best people in the entire world. Honestly for you, and only you I will frequent Yawhore I!M more often.
Vade. Vade King, is a lord, a mighty bard and probably the inspiration for me to be the dirty hippy pagan I am.
I met Vade years ago through elfquest, we did an art trade, he did my Firemoth and Kyran, I did his Stilltree. We both agree the exchanged pieces are easily some of our most favourite art ever. Vade's style speaks volumes as the type of person he is, dedicated, strong, versatile and humourous. He gives himself as freely as I give myself to people, and when it comes time to smile and laugh, it comes to him like breathing.
Last night, I finally managed to get onto the computer at around 1:30 in the morning after my roommate finally existed SecondLife, Y!M started up on its own, like it always does >.< and I got bombarded with offline messages. then promptly by an online message. From Vade. -squeaks-
Apparently he'd been stalking Y!M waiting for me to show up for days. AWWWW!!! Well crap I can't disappoint the man, I gots to talk with him. So, we chatted, and chatted, and chatted, and exchanged art. Lots of art. Ooodles and oodles of doodles. :P I spent the night on webcam for him, through yawning and giggling and bad gamma he got to watch the yvil in action. Innit he lucky? Its okay, I consider it payback for our last conversation where he was drunk and sent me assloads of sexy pictures of himself. I swear the man likes to dangle himself into front of me like a piece of meat and then snap himself away and go 'YOINK! NO VADE FOR YVE!' sadistic bastard but I loves it.
-sighs- what really made the night cherry for me was the music he sent me. His band, is, well, ye gods, I love them. Amazing celtic rock-folk-stomping the pub floor, spilling pints of guiness over loud laughter, good friends and smokey manky air. And his voice, ye gods his voice! The man can sing. And he does. Droopin Boooms!!! -lawlz-
At the end of it, at 4:30 he told me he really enjoys our chats and I said I did too and if he ever felt the need to gimme a call, I gave him my cell number.
He called.
-bricks-
if It wasn't for the fact that I was dead to the world and ready to fall over, I'd have spent the night with him on the phone. Heheheh my poor cell is getting the best and the worst of international calls. Oklahoma, North Carolina and now Pennsylvania. I'm still waiting for my call from England on it but a girl has to be patient.
Anyway. I feel all re-energized, I love chatting with vade, and I can count on both hands how many chats we've had but I think thats going to change. Something about him is just...hard to ignore.
With that said; Vade darlin' o mine, you mean the world to me, you really do. I can count my true friends on one hand and count yourself as one of them.
okay.okay.okay.
VADE!
I adore you man, you are probably one of the best people in the entire world. Honestly for you, and only you I will frequent Yawhore I!M more often.
Vade. Vade King, is a lord, a mighty bard and probably the inspiration for me to be the dirty hippy pagan I am.
I met Vade years ago through elfquest, we did an art trade, he did my Firemoth and Kyran, I did his Stilltree. We both agree the exchanged pieces are easily some of our most favourite art ever. Vade's style speaks volumes as the type of person he is, dedicated, strong, versatile and humourous. He gives himself as freely as I give myself to people, and when it comes time to smile and laugh, it comes to him like breathing.
Last night, I finally managed to get onto the computer at around 1:30 in the morning after my roommate finally existed SecondLife, Y!M started up on its own, like it always does >.< and I got bombarded with offline messages. then promptly by an online message. From Vade. -squeaks-
Apparently he'd been stalking Y!M waiting for me to show up for days. AWWWW!!! Well crap I can't disappoint the man, I gots to talk with him. So, we chatted, and chatted, and chatted, and exchanged art. Lots of art. Ooodles and oodles of doodles. :P I spent the night on webcam for him, through yawning and giggling and bad gamma he got to watch the yvil in action. Innit he lucky? Its okay, I consider it payback for our last conversation where he was drunk and sent me assloads of sexy pictures of himself. I swear the man likes to dangle himself into front of me like a piece of meat and then snap himself away and go 'YOINK! NO VADE FOR YVE!' sadistic bastard but I loves it.
-sighs- what really made the night cherry for me was the music he sent me. His band, is, well, ye gods, I love them. Amazing celtic rock-folk-stomping the pub floor, spilling pints of guiness over loud laughter, good friends and smokey manky air. And his voice, ye gods his voice! The man can sing. And he does. Droopin Boooms!!! -lawlz-
At the end of it, at 4:30 he told me he really enjoys our chats and I said I did too and if he ever felt the need to gimme a call, I gave him my cell number.
He called.
-bricks-
if It wasn't for the fact that I was dead to the world and ready to fall over, I'd have spent the night with him on the phone. Heheheh my poor cell is getting the best and the worst of international calls. Oklahoma, North Carolina and now Pennsylvania. I'm still waiting for my call from England on it but a girl has to be patient.
Anyway. I feel all re-energized, I love chatting with vade, and I can count on both hands how many chats we've had but I think thats going to change. Something about him is just...hard to ignore.
With that said; Vade darlin' o mine, you mean the world to me, you really do. I can count my true friends on one hand and count yourself as one of them.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I am in your brainz, giving you lulz
http://icanhascheezburger.com
Check out that funneh as fuck shit yo!!!
it is made of good, wholesome lulz!!!
Check out that funneh as fuck shit yo!!!
it is made of good, wholesome lulz!!!
OI! OI! I'm loosing my flippin' mind.
Yah, you heard me, listen you lot.
Frank and honest I'm freaking out. I flit from man to man, lust to love, love to lust, never in like, always searching for the life companion, the best friend to grow old with that sets fire to my loins and warms my heart with thier presence.
I wish, I want I whimper out names, and I don't know what I want, I don't know who I want....okay thats not true, I do know who I want but gods be damned, distance makes the heart grow bitter.
And I'm already bitter, but in that sweet way that Baker's chocolate is both so good but so so bad. Makes you moan in blissful contentment then purse you lips and swallow hard the sour taste of truth.
Bleh.
I love my Dark Sex God, in the year (oh btw D.S.G happy anniversary!) I've meet, gotten to know and fallen ass over end for my lord on high, I've come to the realization I'm a sadist. I am only happy when I am miserable, and I am only miserable when I want what I can't have. Not that I -can't- have, but I can't afford to have.
I am the most happiest at three in the morning laying down on the phone laughing and exchanging snuggles, tearing myself away at the end of the night to hang up cuts me like a dull razor, it tears, leaves jagged edges and I am left bleeding without a clean wound to suture. Yet, ugh, I just worry that unless a hell of alot changes in both our lives I'm going to have to step away and resign myself to just being friends. And that fact chills me to the very marrow of my bones.
And always in the back of my mind, I hear the softest faintest voice, asking 'What about Bish?'
Again.
I don't know.
A part of me wants to slam shut the iron doors on my heart and say, fuck it girl, just stick to the local boys.
But I'm a sadist. I like the pain of wanting what I can't have, the distance keeps it safe, keeps the pain away, keeps all the bad things that could happen further away then they would be if Bish or D.S.G. were close.
If I can't have them in my arms, I won't know what it'll be like to not have them when they are gone. The week I had Bish here, ye gods, nothing could touch me, I was living in my own blissful little world and it was good. And then he left and it was...hard. Empty. Cold. I realized what I want, what I need and with it gone it was...it was like being dumped all over again.
You never know what you appriciate the most until it is gone. Me, I miss being held, being cradled in the arms of a strong warm man and hearing their heart beat against my ear as I am being squeezed. My favourite sound? The sound of a mans deep voice reverberating through thier chest cavity to me. Makes me warm and fuzzeh and all sorts of shiny.
Which brings me to the clear and present fact.
The new guy. The toyboy as Bish calls him. I over-analyse, take apart, do my emotional autopsy, weigh the heart, the liver, the kidneys', measure the organs, drain the blood, donate them if they work, stuff them with sawdust and stick 'em back inside if they don't. Do I see myself with him, will this just be a fling should I just have at it or should I step back and say 'Oh no sir, I'm not letting you in to my heart.'
I like him, oh yes, I do. And its FAR FAR to early to see if there is a potential for more. But I like him, and for a change, thats a bit refreshing. I'm not totally smitten yet, I blush when I think of him.
I should have danced.
HAH. Wait what? Let me explain. On our date, at the end of the movie, there was the end credits, witha great little romantic french piece playing. He asked me to dance and I laughed and told him I don't dance.
But I do. I love to dance, reckless and with great fivolty, I dance. But I blush. And I grow shy and I hate it. I'm not a shy person. I'm not quiet and introverted and meek. I'm Loud, Extroverted and Crazy.
But when I am asked to dance, I shy away into myself and say no.
I should have danced.
Next time. I'll Dance.
Frank and honest I'm freaking out. I flit from man to man, lust to love, love to lust, never in like, always searching for the life companion, the best friend to grow old with that sets fire to my loins and warms my heart with thier presence.
I wish, I want I whimper out names, and I don't know what I want, I don't know who I want....okay thats not true, I do know who I want but gods be damned, distance makes the heart grow bitter.
And I'm already bitter, but in that sweet way that Baker's chocolate is both so good but so so bad. Makes you moan in blissful contentment then purse you lips and swallow hard the sour taste of truth.
Bleh.
I love my Dark Sex God, in the year (oh btw D.S.G happy anniversary!) I've meet, gotten to know and fallen ass over end for my lord on high, I've come to the realization I'm a sadist. I am only happy when I am miserable, and I am only miserable when I want what I can't have. Not that I -can't- have, but I can't afford to have.
I am the most happiest at three in the morning laying down on the phone laughing and exchanging snuggles, tearing myself away at the end of the night to hang up cuts me like a dull razor, it tears, leaves jagged edges and I am left bleeding without a clean wound to suture. Yet, ugh, I just worry that unless a hell of alot changes in both our lives I'm going to have to step away and resign myself to just being friends. And that fact chills me to the very marrow of my bones.
And always in the back of my mind, I hear the softest faintest voice, asking 'What about Bish?'
Again.
I don't know.
A part of me wants to slam shut the iron doors on my heart and say, fuck it girl, just stick to the local boys.
But I'm a sadist. I like the pain of wanting what I can't have, the distance keeps it safe, keeps the pain away, keeps all the bad things that could happen further away then they would be if Bish or D.S.G. were close.
If I can't have them in my arms, I won't know what it'll be like to not have them when they are gone. The week I had Bish here, ye gods, nothing could touch me, I was living in my own blissful little world and it was good. And then he left and it was...hard. Empty. Cold. I realized what I want, what I need and with it gone it was...it was like being dumped all over again.
You never know what you appriciate the most until it is gone. Me, I miss being held, being cradled in the arms of a strong warm man and hearing their heart beat against my ear as I am being squeezed. My favourite sound? The sound of a mans deep voice reverberating through thier chest cavity to me. Makes me warm and fuzzeh and all sorts of shiny.
Which brings me to the clear and present fact.
The new guy. The toyboy as Bish calls him. I over-analyse, take apart, do my emotional autopsy, weigh the heart, the liver, the kidneys', measure the organs, drain the blood, donate them if they work, stuff them with sawdust and stick 'em back inside if they don't. Do I see myself with him, will this just be a fling should I just have at it or should I step back and say 'Oh no sir, I'm not letting you in to my heart.'
I like him, oh yes, I do. And its FAR FAR to early to see if there is a potential for more. But I like him, and for a change, thats a bit refreshing. I'm not totally smitten yet, I blush when I think of him.
I should have danced.
HAH. Wait what? Let me explain. On our date, at the end of the movie, there was the end credits, witha great little romantic french piece playing. He asked me to dance and I laughed and told him I don't dance.
But I do. I love to dance, reckless and with great fivolty, I dance. But I blush. And I grow shy and I hate it. I'm not a shy person. I'm not quiet and introverted and meek. I'm Loud, Extroverted and Crazy.
But when I am asked to dance, I shy away into myself and say no.
I should have danced.
Next time. I'll Dance.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Welcome To My Insanity
Welcome to my blog!!
Now, before you groan and bitch and complain as to the fact that I am on deviantArt, and facebook and I post there frequently I promise you, this blog will be the blog to end all blogs. Well, at least when it comes to my own perverse universe.
I will keep my dA journal for art, and I will keep my facebook relatively note free unless something comes up that I must...MUST share with my facebook flist.
I will not hesitate to be blunt and honest here with myself and my life. No hiding, no wondering who can read what and who's feeling I might hurt, I just need a place to come and be me, yvil 100%.
I will find a new template or be lazy and just keep this one. We'll see how I like it. We'll see how you like it. We'll see.
Now, before you groan and bitch and complain as to the fact that I am on deviantArt, and facebook and I post there frequently I promise you, this blog will be the blog to end all blogs. Well, at least when it comes to my own perverse universe.
I will keep my dA journal for art, and I will keep my facebook relatively note free unless something comes up that I must...MUST share with my facebook flist.
I will not hesitate to be blunt and honest here with myself and my life. No hiding, no wondering who can read what and who's feeling I might hurt, I just need a place to come and be me, yvil 100%.
I will find a new template or be lazy and just keep this one. We'll see how I like it. We'll see how you like it. We'll see.
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So whats happening in the world of yvil today?
Well, I restart my paralegal program at Herzing College today.
Wait did I just say restart the program. Yes I did ladies and gents, because this morning when I checked my email, you know what I found out? My Dean has decided to re-enroll me in 90% of my courses, including, the ones I passed.
Thats right. Another fucking year at Herzing. How nice.
I have to find out if I can reapply for osap so I can live.
Enforcement of Judgment October 22, 2007- November 2, 2007, 2 weeks
Administrative Tribunals 1 November 5, 2007- November 16, 2007 2 weeks
Immigration Law November 26, 2007 -December 7, 2007 2 weeks
Tort Law December 10, 2007- December 17, 2007 1 week
Wills and Estates December 17, 2007 - December 21, 2007 1 week
English and Proofreading I February 18, 2008- February 29, 2008 2 weeks
English and Proofreading II March 3, 2008- March 14, 2008 2 weeks
Administrative Tribunals 2 April 21, 2008- April 25, 2008 1 week
Small Claims July 14, 2008- July 18, 2008 1 week
Landlord / Tenant July 21, 2008- July 25, 2008 1 week
Real Estate July 28, 2008- August 1, 2008 1 week
Highway Traffic August 18, 2008- August 22, 2008 1 week
Business / Paralegal Practice September 1, 2008 September 19, 2008 3 weeks
Internship September 22, 2008- October 17, 2008 4 weeks
-groans- I need a hug.
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Yesterday I went on a date. A real date. Not a one night stand, or a booty call or just a random hook up, but an actual date.
His name is Lawrence.
He's really cute, smart, funny has hell and kisses...oh good gods, the kisses. You know Disney movies, and that surprise kiss where the girls always look a bit startled then melt into the guys arms and they get all entwined in each other? I tell you I suddenly understand why those cheesey scenes exist.
YE GODS!!
I did do my best to behave, but lets face it my nick name is yvil for a reason...behaving just isn't something I do, or do well if I try to do it. But he's so soft. And cuddle-y. And for a change, I actually was myself and I didn't have to worry about what he thought of me. I'm -always- hiding my true insanity because I am worried what people will think but I said 'hellz no he's crazy just like me. I can be myself!' And he likes it! Or at least I hope he does. HA! There is the cynical bitter-natured Yve we all know and love.
Anyway, we decided we're gonna wing it, we're mutually poor we head down to the Rainbow for a cheap-ee move (Ratatouille) and then when that is over, we decide the night is still young and we should head into the market for a walk-about. Twas fun, we messed around the courtyards, then hung out in the shadows of the basillica. -blush- we were bad, Lawrence is decidedly a bad influence when I'm trying vainly to behave.
-shifts in my seat-
We chased and harassed a couple bunnies, laughed and exchanged witty quips and quotes from movies, fave authors, movies, the standard date stuff, and at one point, toppled face first into a rose-bush. I have a feeling the rosebush got more damage that me and Lawrence have but it was funny.
At the end of the night, I walked home and picked up some chow on elgin and txt'd with Ms. Mel down elgin and along the canal, then passed out in bed the second I saw it. It was good, I love my bed.
so for my first blog I totally rambled on endlessly. I hope you enjoy'd it cause there is only more to come. BWAHAHA.
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