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?

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!!!

Enforcements Exam

-keels over and dies- I'm fucked.

wish me luck!

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