Processional Painting

So, I did bad and I bought myself something before x-mas but at the size and the price I couldn't do wrong so I bought myself a pair of 40X60 cm canvases.

I then found out that my dad had bought me canvases for x-mas....LOL so when I 'opened' them (they weren't wrapped since I'd found them completely by accident, I mean, come on people, they were in the back porch on the freezer...not well hidden!!) My dad said he'd really liked my orchid macro paintings I'd done, so he wanted me to paint him an orchid painting...this is it...progressional... yes I know the camera makes it yellow tinted...Its in my room and my lamp is vaguely yellowish from all the tobacco in my house. -shrugs- when its finished or during next week I'll get a day time shot of it. okay??




this is it last friday (the 26th) in sketchy form. See? big orchids. I like.



this is it sunday morning (yes I pretty much painted all saterday evening and well into sunday...what??) You will see that I've chosen not to keep the greyish blue and that I've found an awesome magenta to work with. My goal is to really make the white orchids POP off the painting. I hope it works.



this is...as of 9 minutes ago on monday night...drying. I have to wash my brushes and start on the leaves...and stems...while I wait for the bg to dry...its not actually that red, its more pinkish with bright flecks of amber/gold. It'll match my parents room, they're bedding is that colour. and the inside of the orchids will reflect the same colour...

So far, this is probably the most I've -not- worked on a painting in one sitting, big canvases suck, they take foreverz to dry.

UGH..

updates will follow.

Why I hate the holidays

An introspective perspective of Christmas, from a non-retail point of view.

Reason Number Uno;

Family. 'nuff said.

Reason Number Ducimo;

No matter what you asked for, you never get what you want. Exception Art supplies. Always ask for art supplies, cause inevitably you will need what you receive. One day. Even if its a tube of superglue...emergency band-aid people. Look that shit up.

Reason Number Triplica;

all you want to is sleep in. or sleep. or just hang out in bed. Can you? No, you're shuttled around from family members, to friends, to family to home and all you want is to be warm, comfy and half comatose.

Reason Number Quadretta;

The music. Again. 'nuff said.

Reason Number Cincolina;

HAVE YOU BEEN IN A MALL/STORE/MARKET?!? THAT alone is enough to retreat into the hills and take up life as a hermit. -cringes- I learned that Walmart pumps in pure oxygen to keep its customers more alert...I wonder what it does to the people working there... -sees mental image of walmart zombies shuffling around with tanks of pure O2 strapped to their backs-

Reason Number sexysix;

Inevitably, even if you don't celebrate x-mas, you will be wish a merry x-mas. Go fuck yourselves. Pagan. Wish me a happy solstice and MAYBE one year I'll be a little more inclined to celebrate this bastardized psuedo-holy day.

So, because Scrooge truly is the best thing about Christmas (pre the holy spirit halucinations,) Humbug everyon, BAH humbug indeed!!


Also. I am writing this because it is safer for my mentality to lock myself away then it is to be with my family. See Reason Number Uno.

Another Blond Moment, or Unrated Ratings.

Last night, while sitting down to a night of movies and crocheting with Ms. And-Then-Some, we decided to watch Hancock.

I was looking at the case and asked if it would be too violent for her young son to watch with us and she said it was unrated and then took the box from me. I nodded in agreement, it is a 'super hero' movie after all and went back to my crocheting and she goes, after looking at the case quickly.

"Yah, there is no rating on it..."

I laughed and she grimaced, but it was too late. She made one of her finest blond moments ever.

This telling is not as humourous as the moment was, but if you think about it, this conversation happened in a matter of moments...you had to be there...

this is more for me to remember that brilliant moment then anything else.

Go Ms. Ren ATS.

Artist Ideals

I've been thinking about it for a while, and I really want to get into more serious photography.

I've always enjoyed it, I've always had a fair hand and an eye for a shot, but I don't really know the technical side of it, how to properly frame an image, focus, light and shadow play.

You know. Experiment.

I don't know, shooting some models would be nice, I'd love to try doing some profiles, but omfg where to start.

good thing there are tutorials...

-shifty eyes-

just a thought.

The Penis to Thumb Ratio Theory, as discussed by Yve and Ren

This is a conversation I had tonight with Ren-andthensome,
about me finally working up the nerve to ask a supah fine man's name I've come across.

Teh Yve says:
so I was like "so, do you have a name?" and he chuckled and shook my hand.
Teh Yve says:
It was so cute
Teh Yve says:
btw
Teh Yve says:
nice hands,
Teh Yve says:
big fingers.
Teh Yve says:
-nods- yah, thats right I checked out his thumbs
Ren says:
AHHH !
Teh Yve says:
lol
Ren says:
WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THUMBS!@%^%$&^%
Teh Yve says:
HAHAHHAHA
Teh Yve says:
You don't about that theory women have about thumbs and penis's?
Teh Yve says:
There is two different fields of thought
Teh Yve says:
One is, that a man's thumb shape will resemble his penis
Teh Yve says:
if he has thick short thumbs, thick and short cock,
Teh Yve says:
if he's got long and thin, or thick or whatever, his junk is like that
Teh Yve says:
The other theory is that a man's erection is the length of the index finger to the base of the thumb when the hand is in the position for a hand shake.
Teh Yve says:
that would mean I would have a little penis
Teh Yve says:
good for anal
Ren says:
oh god
Teh Yve says:
=squeaky sounds=

Seriously.

Yah.

Tell me you aren't looking at your hands right now.

center stage, spot light on, yve standing in the dead center.

WHAAAAAT!!!

Thats right.

She's back. With a vengeful fury that shall know no bounds or hath no means of finally.

Miss me?

Missed you too blogger, missed you like the winter misses the sun and the crow misses the winds.

Whats news.

I finished college!

I finished co-op!

I GOT A JOB!!

Yes, ladies and gents, I am now working full time in a big, beautiful law office and I love it!!

Well, most parts of it. There are somethings I could do without, but they are so minute that its not worth the bother. Seeing as I do work in a law firm and I am under strict confidentiality rules, I'm just going to say to my ex boyfriend 'NEENER NEENER NEENER, you may work for the government, but I can PROMISE I make more then you! And I'm happier!! NEENER NEENER NEENER!! Still think you're right in dumping me!? WELL THAT JUST SHOWS YOU REALLY ARE THE IDIOT I KNOW YOU ARE!'

-coughs-

With that bit of gleeful delight out of my system now I can tell you exactly what has been going on outside of work, at home.

WEEELLLL you all remember my crazy ass sister, and her alcoholic pathological liar fiance and thier lovechild right? You know, the one sister who chased me with a butcher knife while carrying her baby cause I called her out on her behaviour while I went to T.O to help her and her loser boyfriend out when no one else would? Yah that one...

Well, melodrama after melodrama, pity, crocodile tears, you're life is so fucking bad (because your loser boyfriend can't keep a job and drinks away all your money), you're just as big as a loser as he is, even when you delude yourself you're not, you are...

_refrains from cursing too much_

They've come to live with us in Ottawa, in our tiny little spare bedroom, because after begging and crying with everyone to borrow money to move back to Canmore (omfg as far away from me as we both can afford) they loose thier flight cause the stupid idiot doesn't have a piece of i.d.

HOW DO YOU LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT ID?!?! FAAAAAAWK.

So after spending a couple weeks in a hostel, they called up my mom cried crocodile tears and are now living here.

Guess what I did?

FUCKED RIGHT OFF TO BROCKVILLE.

OKAY let me slow down and tell you what happened from the beginning.

Last Saterday 6 am (awake cause my body sez its time to be up for work, even though its a day off) I go downstairs for a cup of tea, thinking I could just curl up in bed and chill the day away.

My dad is sitting in the kitchen about to light a smoke and looks at me dead serious and tells me to sit down.

Shit, I think its the Big 'C' conversation (which I've been waiting for so I was a bit more tense then I should have been at 6 am) and I sit down and he passed me the smoke and the lighter and tells me to light up.

I look at him like he's not serious but hey in this house when some one passes you something to smoke, you take it and appriciate it cause its generally not going to happen again for a while. SO I do. and then he tells me I'm going to be irrate.

Irrate.

I-fucking-rrate is a god-damn understatement.

He then tells me /they/ are moving in with us.

Me: When?

Dad: Today.

M: Why wasn't I told about this.

D: I'm telling you now.

M: Why?

D: Mom said they could.

M: OH FUCK NO.

D: I know, I'm mad too.

M: I'm not mad, I'm PISSED FUCKING OFF. Does mom not remember getting a call from me at 9 pm, lost in Toronto, after /she/ chased me out of the house with a butcher knife?

D: Apparently not.

Discussion continues about how we're both pissed off, yada yada yada.

I call my best friend and ask for an escape.

BROCKVILLE!!

I get home, go to bed, and Sunday arrives.

Mom leaves before I can even STIR in my sheets. I don't see her all day, nor do I see dad for more then a brief moment.

Then I am left -ALONE- with /them/.

Still waiting for my apology from mom, crazy bitch.

I am pissed.

I know this sounds petty and cruel, but you really have no idea how infuriating these two are. First, wasteful. Horribly disgustingly wasteful. Secondly, loud. Thirdly, proud, spitful people who have superiority complexes. Seriously you want to see someone with the most self-inflated princess complex...come spend a day or two with my sister. BITCH doesn't even begin to describe it.

Monday--> not here TWO DAYS and they're borrowing money of my brother.

Tuesday--> Get into a yelling match because neither of them has any money to get copies of their resumes made.

Wednesday --> boyfriend disappears for 24 hours. OMFG is there hope? Did he really fuck off?

Thursday --> no, he was just in jail. Guess who let him back in the house...mom and crazy bitch.

Friday--> neither of them have a job and they approach me to borrow money. Why? They've been invited out for drinks by old friends. HAHAHAHAHA NO.

Saterday---> I get bitched at becuase I haven't been home to help them clean. COME AGAIN!??

Clean what?
I work 5 days a week, 8.5 hours a day, I am not home all day making messes, and living like thier going to be supported by us.
I gave them my best dead-pan expression before I turn on my heel and walk back to my room where I have been locked all week and am are now here.

SO. YAH. if I appear bitchy and evil in the next few months...THAT IS WHY.

Also...

new tattoo!!!

orchids, pink and purple, very girlie, very painful.

Ouch.

IT'S DONE

Tomorrow is my very last day at Herzing.

I am done.

DONE.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-runs away cackling and screaming-

Wow, its been a long time!

I didn't abandon you blog, I'm still here, thinking of you, planning my next entry, wondering what great video I can show my loyal (-looks at all five of you-) fans.

A lot has happened in the last month. I worked for a week and a day with a educational camp, and earned enough money to pay some rent. The sad part is, I didn't earn enough to pay my net bill, and you guessed it. I lost my internet access at home. -sighs- you never really know how much you're addicted to the net until you don't have it anymore. The first week was rough, but I've been dealing with by reminding myself that the redeeming fact of my last three weeks of college, I will have five hours a day of internet time, behind my professors back of course...SHHHH.

I had my first art show via the Outdoor Art Show - Ottawa and it was a blast! Thank you Ms. Janca and Mr. Macwilliams!! I have pictures...rather A picture before my camera died, and I will have it for you all tomorrow, with my little hippie set up. :D

---> Also, all the art from my show is available for sale! Buy my art, pay my rent!

Kaa went on a field trip and I realized he's an amazing fucking snake.

So yah, my life? Major suckage, and I'm tettering on the bitter edge of another nervous breakdown but all things considering, three weeks left and I've finished my college career at Herzing once and for all. That in itself is keeping me positive.


Oh, DSG, I miss you

Watch and be prepared to giggle and cry.

I swear to the gods, this is the cutest fucking thing ever.

Because Every Good Blog Needs A...

dating quiz!!

Now everyone who doesn't know me will know I'm a woman with loose morals.

Mingle2 - How Sexually Experienced Are You?10


*please note the results of this quiz are condusive with how many people in your area have taken the quiz, and knowing ottawa, not many people have so compared to those people, I'm a big whore. YAY!!!

Art Show!

Girls!!

Okay, no no, everyone, I've gotten the confirmation for the Art Show on the 24th!!

Outdoor Art featuring me!!


and many many others, live music, live art, all local artists from Ottawa, come check up out!!

all the information is on the link I included above.

A Choobert & Janca production, worth the whirllie-jig!

Okay I'm fricking excited! Art show!!!

Phalaenopsis Project

Well...

I'm a little disappointed in myself.. I thought it would take longer...

hm.

Anyway I forgot to take a picture of just the sketch on the canvas, I will for the next one though.









One of Four

You FAIL City of Ottawa

A few months ago the City of Ottawa announced that the south side of Landsdown park would be demolished because of severe structural damage, and the implosion could be viewed by the public.

The implosion would be taking place at 8 am July 20th, and it would for the City of Ottawa be AWESOME because so rarely do we ever have anything that needs to be torn down. *except maybe City Centre which is a crazy and decrepid old building on Scott Street.

Anyway, I spent the night with Ren-and-then-some so we could drive over to her cousins place who has a BEAUTIFUL view of the Sunnyside neighbourhood and almost all of Ottawa west of downtown, including Landsdown.

We got up at 6:30 packed the kiddo in the car, grabbed brekkie at McChoke&Puke's and got settled in on the balcony.

8 am rolls around, we hear a series of loud pops, we get all excited, and a mediocre cloud of smoke, and then...

NADA.

No collapsing stands. No crashing of thousands of tonnes of cement.

EPIC FAIL.

We waited a few minutes longer and then.

NADA.

EPIC FAIL.

So its a moot point to say we were disappointed.

City of Ottawa, you fail. Epically.

-sighs-

teach me for getting excited about something happening in the City of Mediocracy.

___

Moments later, I realized I should check the live broadcast webcam and I see that they indeed demolished part of the stands, so I apologize for calling the city of ottawa a failure, but you suck for making it sound like it was going to be the entire southside.

So you fail. But just at accurate announcements.

Watch the Not-So-Epic Fail

Cyclists vs Drivers

I use to be a neutral party to this age old debate of cyclists vs. drivers, then I leaned towards the drivers side but now that I am a cyclist and I have to share the road with some of the most ignorant fucking cocks in the world, I stand loud and proud on the cyclists side.

Why?

Well, if it isn't being bullied off the road by construction trucks, I'm being cut off by drivers. I was cut of three times today on my way to school and on my way home, one industrious little fuck-stain had the audacity to cut me off going through a fucking intersection. He drove out beside my on the right hand side then sped up to cut me off.

WTF!

So, the drippy discharge ended up at a red light and I caught up with him. I introduced my fist to his window and chewed him out for the entirity of the red light. I was so fucking livid I was shaking, (mostly from fear cause I was actually concerned for my life when he cut me off) but MAN I couldn't believe it!

Then crossing Preston on Carling, I had to merge into the left hand land because of some construction pilons and this silver sedan crept up beside me so I had to swerve into the construction zone, resulting in me getting honked at by the dumptruck trying to pull out. I caught up with the sedan and yelled at them through their open window.

I'd like to make a statement at this point, the Highway Traffic Act defines a bicycle as a vehicle and is required to follow the rules of the road, and be treated as a vehicle on the road, so shown the same amount of courtesy as other drivers.

YAH FUCKING RIGHT.

So to all you ignorant cockstains behind the drivers wheel, WE ARE VEHICLES TOO!! SHARE THE FUCKING ROAD!!!

FUCKING IGNORANT DICK-CHEESE!!

Flight of the Phoenix

Working on a big watercolour,

Its a pano of a flock of phoenix flying, using the basis of a peacock for the size, feather pattern and flight, Yes, peacocks DO fly, and converting the blue/green/black theme of the peafowl into reds/oranges/pinks/purples to obvious resemble fire.

Point of Fact- Bird anatomy is fucking annoying. Reverting to using ass loads of reference pictures again.

Go Me.

Anyway, as soon as I dare I will take a couple pictures for you lot, once completed it will be up for sale during the art show in August.


Anyone know the plural term for multiple phoenix? Phoenii? Phoenixes?

Fucking latin.



So when I started this this morning, I'd only had the base colours down for each of the birds, so I've gone in added primary second colours to the main bird, and then started building the depth, I have a nice little light white acrylic that I'm going to wash over this when I get to the end to build up the highlights, but thus far, over three hours of work, not including drying time, this is my main watercolour for the show.

HU-fucking-ZZAH!!

I should have this done, by early-mid week and then I'm going to work on a 2nd generation cave painting with one of my new canvases, plus a small watercolour I'm inking currently for a framed piece.

In the next coming weeks if you see anything you like, let me know and I'll give you the price for it. :D

____

EDITED JULY 17th

YO BITCHES!!!

I finished it! I actually finished it on Sunday, but my sister Jess came to town so I was a bit distracted by that.

18 hrs + in total of painting hours, not including time debating on the background.

Skinny Jeans

Skinny Jeans.

We all know what they are, we all have seen them on the street worn in various, colours, tightness and styles, some of us, shamefully, even own a pair of skinny jeans.

Are they a boon to our society, or a blight?

Well it depends on a lot of things actually, are you 90 lbs soaking wet? Are you in a band that plays coversongs of Good Charlotte, Fallout Boy, or Hedley? Are you an androginous self-mutilator who sits in the corner, crying about how you have no friends and all your poetry makes you want to kill yourself?

(If you are in the last category, I suggest taking a shower, stop wearing your little sisters hallowe'en make up and try going out in the sunlight once in a while, also, poetry is for fat chicks who can't draw, so give that up too.)

If you aren't in ANY of the those categories, good for you, welcome to the human race. If you aren't and you DO own skinny jeans, burn them. You only look like an idiot... especially if you are over 90 lbs, cause inevitably you have muffin top, or go so far as to have what my mother calls 'a whole loaf of bread'*.

Like leggings, the bane of my existance, skinny jeans are rapidly becoming part of my most hated list with our fashion world, and I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a chick, I love clothes, I may not follow it season to season, but I know what looks good and what doesn't and skinny jeans sure as hell fire and damnation doesn't look good on anyone but a maniquin.

Case in point. Hipster boys who mix skinny jeans with thier punk era of wearing their pants past thier asses so everyone can see thier boxer briefs, tattered and thin, exposed to the whole world.
Look boys, its easy okay? Either wear skinny jeans on your hips like you're suppose too, or wear regular jeans frat-boy style (see above statement about asses in the wind).
No matter how hard you try to make yourself unique with the bullet belts, or the checkered or the studded pleather belts, oft wearing two or more complete with wallet chain, suspenders or band-ana's artfully folded or tied around to you, you're asses are still hanging out and no one, not even your own mother wants to see that. Pull up your pants. Even if you look like you haven't left your basement in several months you'll STILL look better then you do with your ass out.

And boys, for those of you who play alot of video games and aren't rail thin, please for the love of the gods, buy skinny jeans that A) fit your waist, B) aren't tight as second skin C) made of stretchy denim Okay? Muffin top on boys is NOT attractive. Doubly so if you do have your ass in the wind and you're muffin top buts MINE to shame. This is why pants come in many sizes, cause so do you boys. Got it? Kay. Good.

Also? Guys? I want you to know prolonged compactment of your junk will permanently damage it. Not like a painful you can't pee with out crying damage, but like its bent at a weird angle and girls will forever judge you for it damage. Go on, ask your dad about bell-bottoms from the seventies and the first generation of skinny jeans.

Ladies, Don't think you're safe just because I dedicated a paragraph and a bit to boys with thier asses out, you are even worse then they are.
I'll start with Muffin tops. If you flabby love handles fold over the top of your pants. THEY DO NOT FIT. Do not wear them cause you look stupid as fuck. Yah, fuck has a level of stupidity, and its girls who don't wear clothes that fit their body size.

If you are the shape of an ice-cream cone, (you know what I mean) Don't wear skinny jeans, or leggings for that matter. Or anything that clings. You look dumb. Especially if you are top heavy, or busty as our moms like to put it. It isn't flattering and you look cheap. Really cheap, like Britney before she shaved her head cheap. Yah. You really do. Trust me. I'm not saying this to be mean, I'm saying this cause it's true and I'm trying to help you save yourself years of ridicule from your daughters when they find pictures of you when they are your age now. Lets face it, as much as you are a bitch, your daughters will be worse. ( Example My mother is a bitch out of circumstance, I am a bigger bitch out of learned behaviour and her fine example.)

It pains me to admit it, but we really need to start taking the next generation aside and teaching them the all important message of straight leg, or boot-cut jeans. They look good on EVERYONE no matter what.


It sucks, I know I've run my mouth off, but I'm sorry these things need to be said. I know you're trying to be unique. Just like everyone else, but sometimes, you just can't wear skinny jeans.





* 'Whole Loaf of Bread'

I like to think I'm a bitch, I'm really opinionated and that gets on peoples nerves, but I honestly wouldn't run my mouth off if I didn't have justification and as much as it hurts, you know this blog entry is right.

Now, I like to think I'm a bitch, but my mom, she really is. I'm writing this footnote to explain the 'loaf of bread' statement I made earlier.

A couple weeks ago we all went out as a family to see a movie and while we were sitting having a snack before the show started my mom and I people watched, and it was early in the evening, beginning of school so there were alot of teens at the theatre, ALL of the girls were dressed inappropriately, like really if they weren't in clubbing clothes, they weren't dressed and many of these girls OBVIOUSLY didn't know their own shapes cause omfg, wow, just bad, tight, clinging clothes were lumps and jiggling bits and everything were everywhere. I don't want to see you cottage cheesey thighs and back-fat, so put some fucking clothes on. I saw one prime specimen who was wearing TIGHT neon yellow shorts, I mean they were so tight I was actually concerned her legs were going to loose circulation and I motioned over to her and said 'Mom, look, -that- is what muffin top is' cause she had asked me to explain it. She looked at the girl, snorted and said 'Yve, thats not muffin top, thats a whole loaf of bread.'

YAH.

That statement defines EPIC.

Littering Vs. Karma

Littering Vs. Karma

Shut up and watch it.

ASL

I'm learning American Sign Language guys,
and being back at school and working again, I've let this blog slide. I apologize, but hey, look I'm here today.

Well, I have a new job.

I loathe it, but its a job, and a job I need so I tolerate. Barely.

I was in school for a week, that was hard to stay in class around work, but now my schedule is changed and I can stay longer in class, as I have three weeks coming up of just school and work.

UGH.

I'm going through a weird down-slide to my personality recently, and its rather defeatist of me to let it go on so long, but as it is, I know what I need to get me out of this, and its been hard to find it.

Really hard.

Tonight I'm going to see Wintersleep and Fiest with Ms. And-then-some. Bringing the new digital camera with me. Wish me luck.

I've learned a handful of words in sign language, Fire, What, Awkward, Vagina, In, 'I am learning ASL' and my personal fave Sea Turtle. I know a couple others, but I always missign them, Girl, Boy, Mother Father, etc.

Oh.

Art show in August. FUCK YAH!

Also I wrote the letter to Nurse Tickler, I haven't sent it, nor will I likely, but I still wrote it. Go me?

Pletheria of new you tube links coming soon. :D

R.I.P

George Carlin
May 12, 1937,- June 22,2008


A sad day folks, a very sad day

EPIC

Guiness.

Served at the ball park.

Yve done at 9 before the game is over.

She has money.

EPIC.

-crawls into bed, monumentally happy-


Oh. Also? I have pens. You know what that means right?

YAH, you know.

-kiss-

Tasty

Kyran


So fine. So very fine.

I am really proud of this sketch. Retardedly so.

Thunder Storm City

If I ever wanted fodder for a good story today would be the day, two strong little systems rolled through my neighbourhood and a third is barrelling down on us as I type.

My room smells fantastic but is damp and now my back hurts. SUCCESS!!

I have two pieces I'm planning when I get around to it tonight, as way of thanks to a couple of people who are helping me out by L.D.S. for me.

I fucking love you guys.

<3

-mutters incoherently-

Nothing sucks worse then WANTING to say something but knowing its better NOT too.



FUUUUUUUCK.



stupid morals, I don't WHERE the hell I developed them, but ALL SUDDEN LIKE I've got 'em and I hate 'em.

Fuck you morals, fuck you up the ducks butt.

-goes back to stewing-

GAWDS.

M.P.G

Raik By Lolita Art

They do exist.

If only in art.

_SIIIIIGH_

srsly. WANT!!!

-purrs and goes back to day dreaming-

Popper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmUhiCaTm3k

His name is Robert -somthingorother-. This guy was brilliant to watch, when I saw him on the program -I- stood up and applauded at the end.

He's amazing. SRSLY.

Skraelings

This is my friend Vade King, preforming at...pennsic?? ANYWAY its Vade. I have to share this.

skraelings

Apathy

Have you ever noticed this quality in a person?

I have, on a number of occasions.

I guess, because I am more astutely aware of how I feel I see how much other people don't care. Apathy.

Have you ever had something happen to you, and no one around you notices, or seemed to care. You're hurt and yet you're more hurt because the cold shoulder is given to you? Apathy.

What about when someone dies, and you just shrug it off, 'it was there time' 'at least they're at peace now' 'better them then us'.
Apathy.

I honestly think if people cared more, we wouldn't be in the shit hole we're in now. And by We I mean human beings on whole.

We're all fairly narcissistic, we only care about how things, events, action etc. are effecting us directly. If they aren't. We don't care.

Well you know what. Fuck that. I care. I care because I feel.

I hate apathetic people. Apathy is for people who go through life with blinders on. If I walk up and punch you in the face, you'll feel it. And you'll realize even though YOU think you're #1, you are just another sheep in the herd, but not me. I care because I feel and that makes me one of the shepards. Or one of the dogs. I like the idea of being a bitch. I'm okay with considering myself a herding dog because at least I'm telling people where to go and what to think instead of being blind mindless mutton.

To all you apathetic people out there. BaaaAAAAAaaaa

Pity Yve

So I started a new job today, working at Jetform park, it's pretty decent, the management seems a bit overwhelmed and underprepared but all in all everything is chill.

Except for the mode of transportation. Its summer, so I am back on my bike again.

I haven't REALLY ridden it much this year which was stupid cause I knew I'd be riding it to school when classes are up and school is further then the stadium by another two kilometers' so boo on me for being a lazy prat.

Anyway I looked at the map and realize I bike clear through the downtown core in 40 minutes. Considering its two K from Robinson Park on the river to the previously named Lynx Stadium, I bike about 20 K one way, 40 K in one day. WTF!!

If I make it through this week, I'm clear. If not...well...tough titties.

Yellow Pepper

YAY!! All my blossoms are open on my orchid!! I have about a two weeks left with the awesomeness that is my yellow pepper orchid before they start to wither and die. But now that the last one is open, I can start feeding the orchid and have a new flower stem growing!!

The next stem I'm going to take the spike out and just let it grow horizontal like dad does, I find its much prettier, and while I know in the wild the stems grow fucktastically and vertical where they can, it's the cultivators who spike them.

Anyway
Thats my beautiful yellow pepper everyone. Just a quick shot with the cam, but I liked the effect as I had forgotten the flash was on. Oh well it came out looking good. :P

It never lasts.

I say I'm going on art hiatus, and what happens?

three weeks in I crash. and burn up my sketch book.

FUCK.
I am so weak.

I told Vade I hadn't been drawing and he said (as a fellow artist, and I'm sure not as the moderator of my favourite holt, and thus recipient of most of my art) I had three options, quit and talk about how I use to be an artist, quit and start up again in a year or two, with festered skills and frustration, taking months to get back to the skill I'm at now, or force myself.

I forced myself and I am surprised to see I'm not broken.


Bliss, Darkbrume and Thistle

filler.

Darkbrume and Bliss

I love this one, cause 'Brumie lets his hair down, and this is the best pose in the world, I use it alot.


Patter Age 21

This is what started it all, it kick starts my artistic motors doing Age pieces of my character.

Close up!

Fuck she's a cutie.

Roth, Delena and Tilan

Started this without realizing who exactly I was drawing, decide wtf, do draw the OTHER tri-bonding in the holt.

Thank you Stonebranch Holt.

Britain's Got Talent

Srs lulz people.

oh, the lulz must be shared.

A very dear friend of mine is going through a rough time right now, rough as in stressful to the max cause she's fighting with the father of her eldest son for custody, or well, as of tuesday WAS fighting for the custody of her son, and has won. YAY!

I'm a bad friend because I should be more well versed in the situation since I've known Ms. Pixie since my first day at Rideau high, and Mr. douchewater himself since probably my second week at said high school. We've been friends on and off for nearly 10 years, through some pretty stupid rash teenage angst and drama, we've pulled through enough that I love Ms. Pix like my own sisters, in fact, probably more...but we're not getting into that ball of wax, not yet anyway.

So, some time last year, douchewater himself, decides out of the blue he's going to take Pixie to court for joint custody of their son. Now, by all means, this sounds like a practical responsible thing to do as a father right.

WELL He decided to do it five years after the boy was born and has already established a father-son relationship with Pix's fiance. And I know I'm going to come off sounding like the protective bestfriend of the mom, but really, if you knew douchewater, you'd be on Pixies' side too.

Why? Douchewater is a chronic liar, drug use, shlep, worthless lay about. I mean really, he's spent the last five years living on the street. Yah, of his own free will. He doesn't have any conditions that would stop him from working or being a responsible adult other then the fact that he's lazy and couldn't help himself let alone try to take care of his son (as well as the fact that up until last year, douchewater has said on many occasion that he wanted nothing to do with his son, or the mother of one of his many children). This, though sad for the little bear, is probably a good thing, I know if douchewater was my old man, I'd shun him. SHUN!!
Examples of his lies is, Pixie use to beat him up, he was abducted by aliens, ninja's were out to kill him, the bikers were after him, he's gotten implants from the government to monitor his actions, he accused his father of some pretty hienous acts, more recently he has graduated from college, (he didn't even graduate from high school). These are just the lies I can remember, I'm sure if we asked Pixie to speak up, she'd go one for days.

Yah.

-blinks- I shit you not.

So finally the day comes that they're in court again, so he could fight for visitation rights, lying to the judge that he wasn't allowed to see his son since january, etc, etc, etc and when Pix contested his right to visitations, he changed his mind and told the judge he was okay with Shawna having full custody and visitation rights. Why the change of tune? Because he's joining the army. But he also has cancer, and Pixies' fiance put a hit out on him. (Pixies' fiance is easily the nicest most respectful man I've ever met, I can be pretty cynical and hateful when it comes to men, because I've seen alot of really crazy shit, but this guy, he deserves Man of the Year, Man of the Millenium. I've said it to his face, I really respect him, and I can only pray I end with a guy as great as this man is. Honestly girls, he's damn near perfect. And Ms. Pixie REALLY deserves a man like him.)

Yah.

This comes not two or three weeks after his last visit with the little bear where he showed up late, and high on E.

Yah.

I'm telling you when Pixie told me what he did in court, I fucking laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

I laughed because, its really sad and pathetic how this man thinks and acts, I mean really I can't think of ONE time he's ever been honest. And I've tried, I have tried to take douchewater serious, to try to get him help (because obviously something is wrong with his mind) and I've tried to remain neutral to hating him, I really have. But there is only so far a person can go before the empathy is shut off and you become totally apathic to a person of his persuasion.

I am so proud of Pixie for all the crap she's dealt with because of him and her having full rights to dictate what douchewater does around her son (cause lets face it, I've only told you a scant beginnings of this guys inadequacy as a father and a human being) I am really truly impressed with the court system.

YAY PIXIE!!

I love you girl!!

New Look!

What!!

Seriously, what do you guys think? Its' mmm very nice.

Yah I went with a template supplied by blogger. :P

A Look Through Part 5

I had too much fun with the last entry, I went a little crazy so I decided to wrap up the tour of my room instead of waiting a couple more days.

Ready for probably the most boring three pictures ever?? I know I am!!



OKAY right off the bat. I had more pictures I don't where they went, but they were all detailed images of the stuff that slightly out of frame or has great importance to me. Like my Alter, and the Beatles poster you can only see a corner off in the top of this frame.
Here we go.

My buddhist shelf, buddhism opened my eyes to the religions of the world cause when I was in China, well, I saw alot of ancient temples, and shrines to this world known...is he a deity?...okay person of myths and legends...this particular buddha I have on my shelf comes from Tibet, it was gift to an ex from his uncle, who did alot of travelling. I'm not sure how he got into Tibet, or out of it with this buddha, but its hand carved and fucking gorgeous. I love it, I wash it frequently to keep the dust off it and I pray to him when I'm asking for selfless things (like helping a sick friend, or when the world is particularily shitty). Beside him is a little clay incense burner I was given by Nurse Tickler back in our hay-day when she went to Europe to visit family. It comes from holland is a snail shell sitting inside a clam shell. Next to THAT is my candle from Doozy Candles in Chelsea QC. I bought it Bluesfest last year and when I burn it it smells like apples, its also refillable so when I burn all the wick, I can go up to Chelsea and get it refilled (hopefully with more apple scented wax). Behind it are two boxes of Nag Champa, one the blue one, is actually a knock off variety, Agarbatti, which doesn't use real Nag Champa spices to scent the incense by a combination of others that smell like chocolate chip cookies. I learned this when I was OKC at the occult store in the Paseo, when I found (and bought) the REAL Nag Champa from Shanthimalai, and as I learned the proceeds go to training widows in Tamil Nadu, south india, the traditional way of rolling incense sticks. I felt very proud when I bought it, like I was doing something to help the women of India (who suffer obscene abouts of atrocities committed by their families.) I find I actually prefer the real stuff of the Agarbatti variety, its a richer, headier scent and when I smell it, I think of DSG cause we burned it while we were together. I get all nostalgic when I smell it. The blue shelf itself was left behind by my sister Jessica when she moved to T.O. On it hand my leather belts on one hook, my blue pashmina scarf, by purple hippie scarf from Claire's and my white pashmina, (you can't see the black one cause I was washing it and my red one was stolen by my mother. She does that. She's almost as bad with scarves as I am.
Remember how I was telling you about you getting to see more butterflies?! Those are the pride and joy of my collection, three varieties of Papilio's (LOL latin for Butterflies, but the actual genus term for them as well). The top is my Papilio Ulysses Ulysses, my parents gave it to my for my 25th birthday (YAY!) beneath it is my Papilio Palinurus the first of many butterflies I have recieved (this one was from Shawn on my 24th birthday) and beneath it is my Papilio Charaxes Smaragdalis, my birthday present to myself on my 25th. You can't tell by the Palinurus is actually nearly entirely green with yellow eyespots, and the Charaxes is banded blue on both upper and lower wings with white speckles on the tops of the top wings. What you don't see is the Beatles poster, all four Beatles, in a narrow panels over-bossed with the word REVOLUTION. Bought that for ten bucks. Its a fucking steal.



MY DRUM!!!!!
The mirrow, the white shelf and the white cardboard are all stuff that is waiting to be moved to the basement, or used for an art project.
And my drum, in the very first surong I ever owned that I hand-sewn into a drum-bag with a terry cloth towel lining. -is smug- hand sewn people. ( I later reinforced it with a sewing machine)The wires are my network cable for the computer, and my power cord for my fishtank.



Lastly, my Mucha calendar, yes I know we're the tale end of May, and my calendar is of April, but thats when the picture was taken. Shut up. Normally I have my work schedule, events and dates written down on my calendar but being unemployed and unsocial, I got lax with it. As a result, I miscounted my period start date (nearly DIED thinking I was knocked up) what days I fed Kaa on (which is ALWAYS fun when you have to stick your hand in a tank with a snake who hasn't been fed in two weeks). So I can tell you I was on the fucking BALL when May started.

If could find the rest of the close up shots I took I'd show them too you too, but I have NO clue where they are. and For that I apologize. You're aren't missing much.

New additions to my room include a marble goblet for my alter, my yellow orchid, I have put my closet door back on (sans door knob as it was thrown out (why I don't know but it was)) and my bedroom door now has a doorknob complete with locking mechanism!! SUCCESS!! I now hang my chinese good luck charm on the said doorknob and I have a little metal sign from Ren (and then some) that sez 'The Witch Is In'. I fucking love it. Also, a new addition to my window is a champagne glass doubling as a vase for freshly (stolen) picked Lily of the Valley flowers. I'm getting more tonight. :D
My drum is now kept where my garbage bin is, the bin is beside my dresser and the door (so I will empty it as it fills) I have replaced my MONSTROUS monitor with a smaller one and a smaller chair opposed to the equally monstrous black leather one. I am debating switching them again as this one is hard and doesn't allow my to slouch, or rest my elbows on anything. Also. Its ugly and doesn't roll...hm... now I am debating the little chair vs. the large chair, more space vs. comfort.

I hope you liked my room. I know I do!!

A Look Through Part 4

Here it is again folks, an intimate look inside the room of Yve. I've said this before (and if I haven't forgive me I am a burn out) that this room is my apartment within a house, I could so choose to have a hot plate or at least a kettle for soup and tea (really, that and trail mix and I'm frickin' set) but I don't because my parents would have a combined anurism and die bleeding out from their ears if I horded anymore dishes in my room. What can I say, its my home within my home. ANYWAY. I am starting this entry off on a bit of a sad start. Why?



An empty set of frames people. Brown pressed card stare out like unblinding judging eyes at me. Why is it empty? I bought this when I was employed at Stokes with the intention of putting film pictures in it from my trip to OKC. I've yet to recieve ANY images from DSG's end. SO. It sits. Waiting. Empty. Staring at me accusingly. I hate empty frames. I really do. DSG. Get your shit together and send me some damn photos. Please. -smoochies-
The frame beside it is a card I bought MANY moons ago called In Cathedrals of the Forest by Stephanie Puiman Law. Her watercolours are stunning. If you have the time, go look her up and...well here, I'll do you a favour... In Cathedrals of the Forest I blatantly nicked the frame from my mom years ago and had it squirrelled away, and then had said card squirrelled away and one day, sitting down at the kitchen table, I realized, HOLY SHIT! They're perfect for each other. Since then, its been in my room. It has blue butterflies in it. Guess why I love it so much.



My bedroom window. It looks out into the little alley between my house and the neighbours, a cherry tree of some persuasion is the main view and the neighbours asian style garden is most definitely in sight when I'm having a toke, hanging out the window. Most of my bedding is blue, my blanket, my pillow cases and my top sheet are all blue-grey or blue, and I have four pillows of various sizes on my bed, only one of them isn't sewn and stuffed by me. You can see my curtain is actually a bright yellow and orange surong (I hate conventional blinds) it has fish and ying-yang symbols silk screened on it. About a month before I took this series of pictures I bought a BRIGHT yellow bottom sheet for my bed, and I had originally a soft pink, green and blue surong hanging in my window, but it just didn't set the mood right in my room, so when I was at St. Vincents looking for cheap summer threads I found the surong you see for sale for a buck. A fucking quality Alma surong made of rayon, possibly the best material for summer in Ottawa, in the same colour as my bottom sheet. WHAT!! matching window dressing for my bedding?! FUCK YAH! Left to right are my witch-balls, I've been collecting over the last three years, the big red and clear on I bought in Salem MA. when I went with Shawn. We spent the entire trip looking for a witch ball that wasn't over priced and not putrid green or shit brown and I had a choice between this one or a baby pink and yellow one. I picked this one cause the red reminded me of blood. Morbid but true. We drive ALL the way home from the coast to Ottawa and I unpack it to find a little clear sticker on it that said 'Made in Merrickville, Canada.' about an hour away from where I live. I nearly cried. The irony. The next pink and red one, I bought the same time as the little blue one cause they were SUPER fucking cheap at the Art Deco place in St. Laurent. The purple and pink one in the middle I bought from Hallmark for reasons, I can't remember. The tiny pink frosted one on the end I was given from the DSG while I was in OKC. We had gone to see the Chihuly exhibit at the OKC Museum of Art and it was beautiful. I've never seen a frosted one before but its not etched it tiny bubbles and imperfections in the glass. Of all of them its my favourite.
Now its in the shadows, but its a ribbon wind-catcher I bought in the occult store while in the Paseo in OKC. It was like two bucks and fucking cute. If you're sharp you can see my giant KISS fm mug on my window sill. That mornings coffee.



ONWARDS!!! ok, so this is right beside my window, above the outside corner of my bed, and obvious, accounting for my fishtank, beside my bed.
Its a sad angle for the pictures but the three black frames were a birthday gift from my mom. How cute. Keeping the black theme rocking in my room! YAY! The top is the original photo of DSG's Cherry Blossoms, which is my large tattoo on my left shoulder (closest to my heart). Beneath that is a picture of him, out in his favourite park with his new staff (my influence people there people :P he's so pagan but he won't admit it). This was shortly after the ice storm in Oklahoma, that was actually declared a national disaster, in Canada, it would have qualified as a shitty drive to work for a couple days, okay maybe not as they did have power outages for days across the state and couple people died when they were out driving (why you would go driving in an ice storm in oklahoma when you KNOW you can't drive on wet, icy, unsalted roads is beyond me but they did and now...well. yah.) Beneath DSG is a picture he took for me at the Myriad Gardens of a giant mofo koi, people I was there, these things are four feet long. REALLY they are HUGE. Anyway, he knows I love koi, and he got the prettiest colour pateration out there, red on white. <3 fuck I love that man.

Above the fish tank is a birthday gift from my sister Jessica, I had asked for a papillo ulysses ulysses that year and she couldn't find it, but she did find the whip scorpion fighting a taranchula, and when she gave it to me, she said it was in memory of China. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. When we were younger we lived in China and we shared a room for the majority of our time there, not a day would go by that one of us would wake next to some steroid ridden insect of some sort or another. I appriciated the memories and put it beside my bed for just that reason. Thanks Jess. <3

Beneath that is my 5.5 gallon fish thank, as you can see the java moss has taken over. The blur of orange is my fish, Terrance. The blob of brown in the left top corner along the water line is one of my many (and I do mean MANY) snails. That would be D.N. II or III one of two of Dough-nuts offspring, my brazillian ramhorn snail. He died but his many (and I do really mean MANY) offspring continue to thrive on his memory. And the abundance of fucking java moss.

WHAT YOU DON'T SEE-->

In the corner of my window and wall is now a three and a half foot copper wind chime belonging to my parents that they didn't want hanging outside their room anymore. I COULD have hung it outside MY window but as I slept with it open at night, I didn't want to be kept awake by the chimes, so I hang it inside and open my windows very wide during the day. Its beautiful and on the pendulum that hangs down the center, on the very end is a copper pentagram. HENCE why I love it so much.

ALSO. I have recently acquired a little table from ikea where my fishtank now sits beside a little reading lamp and my phone dock for the second phone reciever. This was a piece of furniture that my brother had bought while living here and didn't take out when he moved into his girlfriends parents house. Apparently, when she saw that I was using it (not 8 months after they left) she bitched to my dad about it. He turned to her and said, 'you left it here for 8 months, had you left it in an apartment you actually rent, you'd never see it again. Be glad we didn't throw it and the rest of your shit out when you left it behind.' I have never been so proud to called my dad's daughter.

100th Blog Entry!

Its been weeks in the making, I've been allowing myself to be held back by the fear of posting my 100th blog and not making it interesting enough for you all.
Well I'm not going to disappoint, and in the theme of my blog, being basically about nothing and everything and my opinions and finally accepting that I simply couldn't give a shit if I hurt someones feelings, I am going to post a monumental entry.
I hope.

Alright. Where to start, well my last post was a 100 facts about me, and it hasn't changed. I am still that crazy.

I am also still unemployed and rapidly growing more and more in debt. My stress levels are through the roof and I'm not sleeping at night. Ren, I know you don't care how little I sleep, but I do, and falling asleep half way through the afternoon isn't my ball of wax. I hate naps and I've been taking more and more of them because at night, laying in bed, I just can't sleep, I get to thinking about rent, and dog food, and snake food, and my art supplies, and my school loan, which gets me thinking about my school loan, and how much I hate my college and I hate the career I've choosen and I haven't even started to work as a paralegal but I already hate how dirty and underminded people are in this profession.

When I'm not thinking about that, I start to feel guilty because I'm worried I'm not caring for my pets properly and the guilt builds as I realize all the household bills lay in my moms lap cause me and my dad are unemployed and I slowly start to work myself into being wide awake at 3 am laying in bed wondering wtf I'm going to do.

I know what I want to do, but until I've got my debts in order, I can't do any of it. And the worst is, before all this happened, I went on the greatest trip of my life. I went to probably the most boring place a person could pick to go, but I went for all the wrong reasons, ( a guy ) and everything turned out marvelous. I came home, on an absolute high from my trip and discovering this relationship, I've been lucky enough to use it as a safety blanket when I start feeling low.

Which is another thing, bring home all the time makes a person go crazy. I can literally feel my self image dropping everyday I dont' get a job, because my sense of self-worth is just out the window not working and earning. I get stressed, I get guilty, I get depressed. I hate being depressed, its been building pretty much constantly since I came home from Toronto, and its really frustrating, you know when you KNOW something is happening to you, and yet no matter what you do, nothing can stop it from happening. Its still beating you down? I hate fighting I do, and thats what I'm doing, I'm waging an inner battle with myself and I can feel myself losing.

And then I start complaining and I really hate listening to people whine. Especially about situations they get themselves into without using thier brains in their heads. I mean, seriously how can you pretend to be so blind you don't see the shitty situation you're in? Is it because you're head is so far stuffed up your own ass you're can't see anything but your own petty disillusions? I mean really, you are all smart people, fucking use your heads.

As an example. I'm sharing a toke with my parents and we start talking about gas prices, and then we get stared talking about the economy, and food-wars, and the weather patterns and soon my dad is telling me that by the time I'm his age, we're going to be heading into the real global warming and we'll have no food because everyone thinks corn is going to save our ass, when all corn does is bleach the ground and turn it into desert, so we're going to have no rich soil cause all our farm land is being boughten up by governments to grow corn for ethonal. ETHOFUCKINGAL. CARS RUN ON ALCOHOL better then they run on gas or ethonal. Anyway he goes on his huge rant that starts to make sense in my head and I'm thinking and I realize he has a point and it saddens me because my dad, while being a great man in his own rights is a hermit and won't go out and tell people this, I see a cavalcade of fucking SUV's and Ubertrucks parked on my street.

I learn about a car company in Germaine Quebec that has designed and manufactures smart-electronic cars for under 5000$ canadian, and you AREN"T EVEN ALLOWED TO DRIVE THEM IN CANADA (well except B.C). Which brings me to another point, all of our hydro plants, and power plants are slowly rusting away and we're going to be facing not only a food crisis, but an energy crisis also, and people are shitting bricks about nuke-power. FUCK Yah, it;s dangerous cause all the nuke plants are fifty years old and seventy years out dated by technology, but if we had nuke plants that were updated and to code, at least we won't have worry about energy. Which brings me back to gas, I heard the other day that the major family...erm corporations were approached by a world body about the current price of gas, and that it was too high, and if they could all work to gether to fix out oil crisis, we might last another hundred years if america doesn't pick a fight with a country they can't handle. (Gods please, they aren't the biggest kids on the playground anymore, teach them to keep their fat traps shut!)
Anyway, the oil-mongerers said pretty much too bad, you made this bed, now lie in you fuckers.

In the mean time, American Idol is getting more fan response then the war over in afganistan and iraq. WTF PEOPLE. Does anyone even know whats going on ever there?
OKay, maybe some people do, but I don't and its freakin' me out, the war on terror, Al queda, Osama Bin Crazy-mofo, so what has anyone heard anything about the actual terrorists or are we just running around with our pants down? I think we are.

I try to stay updated but when all the media networks are more concerned that Paris Hilton wants to be knocked up in '09, I tend to ignore the news. Seriously. wtf. The world would be a better place if everyone in hollywood was piled into airtight shipping containers and dropped to the bottom of the deepest pit in the ocean. For one, we wouldn't have to deal with all the tripe coming out of hollywood these days...The Love Guru? You Don't Mess With The Zohan? WTF!! Two, all the money that DOES get spent on these stupid people, and these stupid movies might be spent on oh, I don't know, attempting to resolve the worlds issues by people actually going outside and LOOKING AROUND.

I know its a bit hypocritical of me to say this, as I am sat INDOORS at my computer, but on my defense I do go out, I do see the world, I listen, I watch and I am very very aware of how TRUELY fucked we are.

Also, I've put my sketchbook away, I have ONE picture I MUST finished for a friend, but after that I'm done. I can't do it anymore. I'm not even sure why, but I can't. On the upside. I'm writing, I have a couple dozen little poems I've written and I'm working on a story. Mostly for shits and giggles, but I'm loving it simply cause I just sit down and write and don't plot anything. HAH I hope you guys like it when I post it. :D

I do plan on finishing A Look Through, probably in the next day or two, but for anyone of you who like my blog, check out this thingy I have going, the button for Verveearth, as far as I can see, its google earth for blogs, its pretty cool, I have to start checking out my neighbours and see whats going on outside my bubble.

DSG? I love you!
Bish? When the hell are you getting back from Majorca? We misses you!
Ren? Wake up from your nap.
Rio? You're my lovely lady <3
Beth? You're awesome, make with the watercolours.
Vade? Stop fucking disappearing for days on end, and give us a fucking long post already!
And to everyone else? I know I'm crazy, but thats why you love me and keep coming back.

So was this post long enough for you? I hope so, I just heard the first rumble of thunder for this year, in canada, (I heard LOTS when I was in OKLAHOMA, that would be one reason why I would live in OKC, the fucking weather is REDONKULOUS...oh and DSG -nuzzles-)

OOOOH

And you all know how my dad is the orchid king? I totally outdid him, and got my hands on a yellow pepper phalaenopsis. he's always wanted a yellow orchid and now, I have my very own. Its got FOUR open blossoms and is very very very pretty. I love me some crazy parasite plants!

Also, they look like vagina's. HAHAH!!

100 facts

I stole this from jess, off facebook

100 Random Facts About Me

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
the heart shaped one on my left ankle came from an unfortunate biking accident where I ground my ankle against my gear shift, while rolling my bike into a ditch. Yes. it was painful having my ankle twisted around my frame, no I will not tell you what I was doing at the time of the accident which caused said accident. Thought if you know me, and I do tell you, you won't be surprised.

2. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
small, silver rectangular p.o.s.

3. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?
folk, indie, anything by xavier rudd.

4. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
I was born in the morning, which defies all reason, cause I hate mornings.

5. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
to be back in oklahoma with my dsg.

6. WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
...DSG. and bish, but only cause he's a sexy sexy brit.

7. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?
...oooh thats tough, my dog. Probably. when she's cute and well behaved. When she's not, my silver bell anklet.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?
lily of the valley after a rainshower.

9. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
Yes.

10. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
only late at night when I'm walking up the stairs. For some reason I have an unrational fear of being taken while on stairs. don't know why.

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME TO WEAR?
Amber, by Trilonka, by the Wind Rose Company.

12. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Dreads, long thick, dreads.

13. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?
On the beach, somewhere cold, stoney and old.

14. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Coffee,nectar of the gods, giver of life.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
pralines and dick.

16. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
-snerk- heheheh....uh...breakfast at the Hungry Frog.

17. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Herzing College, more directly Marlene.

18.DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?
several, but only the swear words.

19. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?
Erm. No clue. I can tell you what the LAST gift was...my G.I hat with general star, from the DSG.

20. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
ehn... have, will again probably. Will avoid it if possible.

21. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
to their face, duh


22. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
69

23. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Brunettes

24. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?
DSG's.

25. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST LATELY?
people talking on their cell phones while driving.

26. HAS ANYONE EVER SPIT ON U?
yes, and I promptly kicked thier ass.

27. YOUR WEAKNESSES
Chocolate, DSG, Bish, animals in pain and of course, these meme's.

28. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB?
Dairy Queen

29. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Who hasn't...next

30. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?
talking on the phone with DSG...currently still on the phone with him.

31. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
...prolly lipo, cause my jiggly pisses me off some days...only when I can't find comfy clothes though.

32. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
for teh lulz

33. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
my tits

34. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
rumrunner.

35. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
unlimited plane tickets to anyone where I want...realistically, probably...I dunno my birthday is nine months away...ask me sooner to the end of november.

36. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
three

37. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
My astrological sign, n my grandmother

38. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
all the time

39. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
my right middle finger. I stick it up the most.

40. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
a couple of days ago when I had an emotional conversation with the dsg.

41. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
fuck yes.

42. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Mock Chicken

43. ANY BAD HABITS?
Sloth.

44. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD YOU OWN?
pfft please I'm fucking poor, all my cd's are practical.

45. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Fuck yes, I'm awesome.

46. DO LOOKS MATTER?
only when you don't have a personality. then you're pretty much boned.

47. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
I draw.

48.WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
OKC

49. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Until they fuck it up, yes.

50. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
My imagination

51. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
....really, is this necessary?

52. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
I'm the person that starts them.

53. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
BIG...ugh....hands.

54. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
MINION! Yve, Yvil, Abbie, Vawn,

55. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
.....I use velcro....

56. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
pralines and dick.....

no, srsly cookies and cream

57. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
black, green, cerealean blue purple.

58. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
two...do you want them?

59. WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
D.S.G.....fek

60. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
if they so choose to waste their time...meh

61. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
my D.S.G.

62. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Ren's spaghetti

63. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
before D.S.G....ren...

64. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE PREFERRED SEX?
eyes.

65. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Ottawa!

66. SCARIEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?
...getting lost in T.O. with no money.

67. FAVORITE DRINK?
chocolate milk

68. FAVORITE JOKE?
when someone is singing along with a song, I ask "hey...who sings this song?" -reply- "Lets keep it that way!!"


69. FAVORITE SPORT?
rugby

70. YOUR HAIR COLOR?
brown

71. YOUR EYE COLOR?
grey/blue
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72. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
for fun

73. SIBLINGS?
a couple

74. FAVORITE MONTH?
may

75. YOU LIKE SUSHI?
If its fresh

76. LAST THING YOU WATCHED
Regis & Kelly

77. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR
May 1st

78. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
depends...first dates yes...second or third...no.

79.SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer

80. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
relationships

81. WHO DO YOU SECRETLY LOVE?
...if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret...

82. FAVORITE SONG AT THE MOMENT?
Dark Eyes

83. LAKE OR OCEAN?
ocean

84. BIGGEST TURNOFF?
Clingy people.

85. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND:
about an hour ago

86. LAST KISS:
:( when I left oklahoma.

87. LAST TEXT YOU RECIEVED:
from the D.S.G.

88. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH:
no

89. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW:
YES!

90. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME:
Lily, Morgan and Koad

91. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENTED/ ARE ATTENDING:
Rideau

92. WHERE ARE YOU NOW:
In My ROOM

93. ARE YOU SMILING:
Yessum'

94. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING:
Green bolario's, and a cream tank

95. ARE YOU IN LOVE:
Yes,

96. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE:
Serenity

97. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG
anything by xavier rudd

98.WHEN WAS YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP:
before D.S.G, I was with Lawrence, for better or for worse, it was fun.

99. EVER GONE CRAZY?
Do you know who is filling this out by thunder?

100. PLAN ON HAVING FUN SOON
as soon as...OH I am done, YES! YES I DO!!

A Look Through part 3

Well, here we are, part three. Introducing a couple close ups now, people.



This is my bookshelf, my billy case, I love it, its crammed full. Its about six n a bit feet tall, and wide, I loves it. All black, fits very nice with my black dresser and all the black frames in my room. Its luscious. Filled top to bottom with my stuff, everything on there has a tale to tell. The large box beside the small Djembe? An ex left that behind, Morgan my teddy bunny, in front of my entire collection of graphic novels, obscure novels and my collection of Dresden Files. The second shelf down is my books on Wicca, paganism, myths, occult, dreams and of course my several grimoires, and beneath that, my alter. Well, my symbolic alter, normally while I pray or craft I'm outside so this just keeps a place for the every day homages to my religion. Beneath it is my tool shelf with all the extra parts to my religious paraphernalia. The next two shelves carry various books, some classic novels, my shakespeare collection of individual plays, and text books.



Crammed into the space between my book shelf and my bed is my computer. I have no room for the giant monitor my father gave me, but I LOVE it. What can I say, I like things big.



this is a classic shot right here people, my trash bin, but I wanted to show you the collection of canvas frames I have on the go. Its retarded, plus there is a water colour there, as well as my easle, and what you can't see is my canvas board collection under my dresser safe and sound. THIS is all stuff that doesn't fit into my portfolio under my bed and in the accordian file beside the book shelf. What I'm saying, is I have a lot of art.



This is, my two callithea leprieuri butterflies, one is the outside and one is the inside of the wing, beautiful aren't they? if you want to learn more about these eco-friendly hand-made products check out www.bitsandbugs.com

I have more butterflies coming soon.

Things you may have missed, my hat sitting on the chair by the bookshelf is a G.I. trooper hat with a metal general star pinned to the front. I was gifted this by my dsg and we each own one of these pins. I love my hat.
The wand on my alter is hand made, out of apple, with embroidery thread, a quartz crystal set into its tip and feathers and charms gifted to me by close friends. The feathers are from england, the silver charm is from Beth. <3
The pentagram mirror is my pride and joy and is hung so when I am laying in bed, I can see it reflecting the moon or sun light from outside my window.
And yes, those are -real- cigar boxes that I assimilated into my collection of strange boxes (I have more in my closest you missed). I will use those this year at yule to send gifts in. Be aware people.

A Look Through part 2

And here it is! My room!



This is the art studio portion of my room, my everyday hair products for my mohawk, my phone, my tiny collection of dvds, my paints, some of my stuffed animals (the black bear belonged to my ex, the yellow bear was a gift in high school and the purple moose is a weenie baby I bought as a joke). Beneath the shelves is Kaa's tank on top of my dresser and above the light switch is a picture of DSG, I believe that is the same pic he's using as his dA id currently. Key pieces of interest, my glass pipe is on the far end of the bottom shelf, the books piled up on top are all but two of my sketchbooks from the last five years, and yes, when I can find them I wear those sunglasses.



The sun went behind the clouds for this picture, but its off Kaa's tank, his second light is off because its day light and for about five hours it gets hotter then hell in my room when the sun is shining and his tank lights are on. His tank needs to be cleaned cause he's in a shed cycle. Again.




Panning over you see my closet, see!? the door is off the hinges because I had to move in a storage container that didn't fit with the door on. I left with out returning the door and the screws went missing, so yes, my closet is missing its door. Oh well. I love my ghetto room. you can't see much, cause my closet is tiny and filled with JUNK, but I have Kaa's twisty branch(taken out of his tank because the wire is poking out the end) and my luggage strap/belt. I bought it simply because it was RAINBOW. Bitches. If you look carefully you can find my bottle of absinthe. REAL absinthe. BWAHAHAH is it coming clear to you why I am so crazy yet?



See...there it is...I don't drink it often, so I store it in the only cool, dry place I know its safe.

Next update: my bookself/computer corner of doom and bed, second to none, the best bed in the world.

A Look Through

Well, I figured it's time to let you all in on a little secret of mine, I have a small obsession with my room, I love my room, it is my art studio, my sanctuary, my temple, the place where I sleep, play with my pets, talk on the phone. It is the beating heart of my life, so much is going on and I wanted to capture it one spring day when it was clean(ish) and I had the camera. I plan on doing this in chunks and each picture will have a little story attached.

Have fun.


Yve!

So here I am, standing outside my room, XD great thing about my room is, I don't have a doorknob, the original knob was taken off when my brother temporarily took over the room, and when he moved out, he took both knobs with him? Why,I dunno, so as it stands, I have no knob...ah so true on so many levels.

The Door

A 'asian' good luck charm for you room, suppose to be hanging on my doorknob, but now you know why I'm using a tack. :P

First look

When you first open my door, this is what you see, my bookshelf with most of my worldly possessions, my new computer table with gynormous monitor and my bed.
A couple things that stand out right away, the teddy bunny on the top shelf was my gift from DSG when we went out shooting. The silver silk organza lamp shade which was more then twice is selling price originally. I picked it up for a steal. The photo (yes its crooked in the frame) is an original by Steven Bishop, I believe from 2004. Its one of two prints -is smug-.

What you can't see is my scanner and pile of art waiting to be scanned, it was about two inches thick, behind the chair is my alter. That'll be coming up in the a couple more posts.

Happy April 20th

Well, its April again, its a beautiful, warm sunny day, we're at a high of 23C right now, and it's 4-20!!!

Well, not the time, I was a little busy at 4:20 but, today is the unofficial day of marijuana!!

So...light up, rejoice and enjoy this beautiful spring day.

(in honour of Mj. day, I did yard work. Lots and lots of yardwork.

I'm appriciating my marijuana today...mmhmm

For Ms. Rio

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