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!!!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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
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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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