Rumer's Journal

"Daffodil" is a "paper-white"- "narcissus"

2008-03-24T16:37:15Z

So I learned something cool today. All of the above words refer to the same flower. Pretty neat huh. We've got a few blooming here and there. I made a rather thoughtful blog post on myspace today. I was reading up on the newest protests in Tibet. The issue isn't a simple one. There are people ready to boycott the Olympics over it. I wonder how many of them have actually looked into the overall events that lead to the protest in the first place. It's hard to point fingers at one group when multiple countries and cultures have some share in the current problem. My main thought on the issue, isn't on the conflict it's self, but rather on the irresponsible persons who will be jumping on the newest bandwagon. It's in the news so it's "cool" never mind that this particular situation has decades of history. Often people look at the news in their own country and take a stance based off of that information. I call it irresponsible. We are living in a globalized "community". We have access to news reports and newspapers from around the world. If you are going to take a stance on an issue make it an informed opinion. It is important to remember that all countries, and their respective new reporting agencies have their own agendas. I have yet to find a completely unbiased news source. Do some digging, if it's an issue you are actually interested in, that you actually care about in the long term, make a commitment and do your homework. Don't condemn one country's actions without having all the information. This is not to say that the Chinese are in the right, in my opinion, however, basing your stance on the concept that "china's evil" or "communist" or any of the other media buzz words is ridiculous, typical, and unfortunately expected of the American people. I don't often comment on current world events for this reason. Often the issues are beyond complicated, with years of events leading up to a conflict. To me a voiced opinion should be based on as much knowledge as possible. Thus I'm not voicing one at this time. My main thought at the moment is on how the world reacts to a tragic event, taking a stance without the information. Is it wrong to kill, is it wrong to oppress a people, to invade their country, to dictate their lives, their form of govenment? Give me the answer, because I don't have one...

gray hair

2008-03-13T18:35:55Z

so it's finally happened. i was looking in the mirror at work and found several silverish hairs on my head. i plucked one to make sure, it's really not blonde. i can't decide how i feel about it. beth said i should blame dave...sounds good to me! i'd post a picture but it probably wouldn't show up anyway.

my finger is on the mend. i have a follow up appointment on the 17th. with any luck, i'll be taken off one handed duty. it's a pain, both literally and figuratively. typing is so much slower, not to mention everything else. mostly though, i'm just glad to not be on the vicodin anymore.

I ate fish

2008-03-03T15:34:42Z

I woke up Saturday morning and decided I wanted to eat fish. Not sure why. But we got some tuna. So last night for dinner we had Chicken/tuna mac. First time in years. I expected to feel sick, but I'm fine. Kinda makes me happy, cause I know dave loves fish, and doesn't get to eat it because of me. So I'm taking small steps toward the world of sea food. May not seem like big news to most people, but my family may die of shock.

Another day...

2008-02-29T14:49:59Z

Well, I'm at work again today. Yesterday ended up being rather productive, we re-arranged the office. Beth was looking up info on our printers and discovered they emit ozone. So, they moved into her office, which has two windows and a door. She moved her desk up next to the front door. The binder moved closer to the window, our shelving moved next to it, our antique cutter moved to the back of the office and stayed on the "moving men" to help with noise reduction. Beth and Missy moved the unused cutter into our oversized bathroom, and in the process cracked the door frame. Our land-lord heard the noise and came over to see if we were ok, we didn't tell him what happened. Don't worry we're going to get it fixed. But we've been keeping the bathroom door shut in case he should stop by. Today Dave and I celebrated Leap Day by going to McDonalds for breakfast. Three cheers for free food! My co-workers disappointed me by not taking part in the festivities. I'm having some trouble with my left wrist (the one I broke back in 3rd grade). Pain after using it for a while. I've started using tiger balm on it and doing some light stretching before, during, and after work. If it doesn't improve, I'll have to go see a doctor. The weather's made it ache sometimes, but this has been different. So we'll see what happens. No numbness so I don't think it's carpel tunnel. Hey I could go check webmd. In fact I'm going to do that now. Bye.

Long, long, time

2008-02-28T15:11:44Z

So I finally logged back on to LJ. It's been over a year. But I'm back.

sisternight16 @ 2006-08-21T15:11:00

2006-08-21T19:11:37Z

Mew! They've got no tails!

2006-08-21T18:54:45Z

We've got kittens! Kinda...technically they're not ours, but they're in our backyard. One of the local strays had a litter. I figured out where her nest was, they're sooo cute! Both of the parents had partial tails, the dad "Bob" has a Manx like stub (although we don't think he actually is Manx) and the mom "Mamma" (formerly "Bob's Friend") has about half a tail. So at least two of the kits have no tail at all, one has either a full tail or a half (hard to tell) and then there's at least one more possibly two in the litter I'm not sure about. Momma let me hold one of them yesterday, one of the tail-less. The websites I've looked at call this type a rumpy. Dave's almost said yes to us keeping a couple as barn cats. I thought I wanted the ones with tabby colors, but I'm starting to think I want the rumpies, they're gray and white like their parents. I haven't got pictures yet but I'll post as soon as I do. By the end of the week, they're gonna be crawling around out in the yard. I can't wait. Then I can name them!

Wedding and Ect.

2006-08-16T22:35:10Z

Ok, so I went shopping with Bekah and Shell for my wedding dress, we found it, but the price still has me bothered. I'm not sure I should go for it. Mom's paying evidently, but I have a problem paying that much for something I'm only going to wear once, that just feels wasteful. I love the dress, but I'm a realist and I like to think I'm practical. I just don't know what to do. Bekah says not to worry about it, but I know mom's not made of money, and doesn't have enough to be throwing around. I'm going to call her and talk about realistic prices and what she had expected. Then I'll go from there, possibly starting over, looking for something else. I don't need my dream wedding, I just need a nice wedding. I don't want us to be paying off our wedding after it's over and done with, that kind of expense isn't necessary.
We're headed to Illinois for Labor Day weekend. We're going to the Bristol ren fest. I'm hoping to have the chance to try on my dress for mom, so she can tell me what she thinks. Of course I can't show Dave the dress, or talk much about it, and it's killing me. I really hope he likes it. He suggested getting something more period, so I can wear it as feast garb after the wedding, but this dress doesn't fit that mold. I understand his point, but I really haven't found much in that style. At least not that I wouldn't have to make myself. I'm already planning on making the kilts, so a dress too, is just a little too much work for 6 months. I just hope he isn't disappointed by my choice.

I'm going to complain for a moment

2006-08-08T21:06:59Z

Well, nothing exceptionally new around my world. Still job hunting, it's still not going too well. I checked the library and a used bookstore today..no dice. I'm starting to run out of options and money. I'm really annoyed, I was getting 30 hours a week before I went to camp, and now I'm getting 15 hours, maybe. I've got rent to pay, and bills, and no where near enough money coming in. I got a job offer for B-burg, but not until mid September, and I have no idea what the hours or pay will be like, it's made me very unsettled. I don't need to be rolling in money, but enough to be self-sufficient would be nice. Bekah's arriving on the 13th, and staying for a week, we're going shopping for the wedding, ok so more of looking, but regardless, I may get some actual decisions made. We're making a trip to see my parents, and G's mom over labor day. We're planning on a trip to the Bristol Ren Faire. But if our money problem doesn't improve we'll have to cancel. Dave and I are counting days til the move, we're looking forward to our own place, nice and quiet. Not having to supply food for 4 other people, or wash dishes for 4 other people, or clean up their messes, or listen to their complaining. I love most of my roommates, but I'm ready to leave them and start my own life, I've discovered that just because you're friends with someone, doesn't mean you should live with them. Of course with us having an extra room, we'll always have space for visitors.

Of course there are also some people I've been in contact with recently that I'll be content being farther from. These certain people, can seem to do no wrong in their own eyes. But conflict makes them lash out at others, fear of being wrong, or being accused careless of others, even in the most subtle of ways, makes them turn on those they call "friend". In my experience those people are called "fair-weather-friends" at best, or perhaps "back-stabbers" is a better term, as it's easier for their small, self righteous minds to wrap around. Telling a friend they have behaved in a poor, dangerous, or inconsiderate manner is no reason to mock them, or otherwise belittle them. That is disrespectful, and makes it hard for others to determine if they would be treated in the same manner. I personally choose not to be friends with "back stabbing" persons. Mostly because it reminds me of the immature games played in school. However that does not mean, I will not treat them with courtesy and respect, I simply do not consider them friends, they are people I know. That being said, the matter, which provoked this entry, is now closed and I will not be referring to it in the future.

("N"-the situation was a poor joke at best, and agree with you regarding the matter, regardless of what others may say, shame on those who let it get out of hand)

Lyrics for "Where I Belong" *see previous entry

2006-07-31T21:07:42Z

Going down to Camp Crooked Creek,
Fun and adventure is what we all seek,
Making friends in the great out-doors,
Until the eagle in all of us soars,
I wanna go back to the place I call home.

Go down to Eco and visit the snakes,
Tie knots at Scoutcraft or swim in the lake,
Making crafts at that 'handy' place,
The Trading Post will put a smile on your face,
I wanna go back to the place I call home.

Up on the Tower you can swing from a rope,
Or get a challanging experiance at C.O.P.E,
Pathfinders will test all of your skill,
Learning to be a Scout up on Dan Boone Hill,
I wanna go back to the place I call home.

Learning to shoot a rifle with care,
Or shoot a clay pidgon out of the air,
Shooting targets at the archery range,
God please don't let this place ever change,
I wanna go back to the place I call home.

Going down to Camp Crooked Creek,
Fun and adventure is what we all seek,
Making friends in the great out-doors,
Until the eagle in all of us soars,
I wanna go back to the place I belong.

Copyright 2006 Ben Senff

I'm still alive!

2006-07-31T20:43:15Z

Well, we got back late Saturday from boy scout camp. I had lots of fun, my legs got bit to hell, I've got a farmers tan, and a really nasty cough because I shared by tent with black mold for the last week. I'm currently baby/pet sitting the Cope/Tower goat, because the guy we borrowed him from didn't show up to get him. We left camp at 8:30 pm on Saturday, after being released at 1pm because on Thursday I hurt Dave's truck. I moved over cause one of the ADA staffers was too far over on the road, and ended up blowing the passenger tires and sheering the "u" bolt on the suspension, when I hit a cement culvert pipe. Good news is I didn't roll the truck, saved by a literal inch. But it took the guys all day to fix. Then on Sunday, we went to Michael's to put the serpentine belt on to my car, it took hours, cause they didn't have the right part, we had to go back four times, and to a different store. It still needs more work to run though, I need a new head gasket, a tire,a new bolt on the steering column, and at some point the exhaust manifold has to be replaced because the left side is cracked. And to think there are still people who roll their eyes when I say I have travel jinx. Fortunately most of the parts can be harvested from Dave's old Celebrity. I spent today looking for a job in Brandenburg. Let me tell you, there are not many choices. Fast food, Kroger, Movie gallery, and one motel...that's it! I'm worried. But if nothing else, Dave suggested I just commute back to E-town for now. But I don't think that'll last long, I'll have to change my hours due to the 45 minute drive to and from work. Which they won't like. So we'll see what happens.
Oh hey! I forgot the bestest part! Dave and Ben and Jason, and Daniel, put together a band at summer camp. They call themselves "The Rocky Ho'ler Boys" I'm not sure they've got it spelled right, it's the Kentucky pronounciation of the word 'hollow' which I think should be more like "ha'ler" but then it's not my band. But they've got a cd! They BSA council paid for them to go to the studio, because Ben wrote a song about Camp Crooked Creek, called "Where I Belong" it's very catchy. And Dave's picked up (learning to play) the uke, mandolin, and banjo. I'm very proud.
Later
Sarah

I've escaped...for now

2006-07-01T21:51:13Z

24ish hours of freedom. That's all we get per week. But it's ok, I'm having lots of fun at camp. I even got to teach class this week. We're going to the Ren Faire again next weekend, yeh for fun! David's playing the mandolin and uke now, in a band at camp, with Ben, Jason our program director and Daniel our camp director. They call themselves 'The Rocky Holler Boys' They've currently got four songs down, one of which is called "Where I Belong" and was written about scout camp, it's very catchy. Also Dave and I are celebrating our 1 year engagement this weekend.Yeh us! Any hoo, I'm outta here. Laters,
Sarah

over the river and into the woods...

2006-06-02T14:55:50Z

Ok, here we are two days from camp. That's Boy Scout Summer camp for those of you who didn't know. We've barely started packing, I've got a cold, and I haven't learned my knots yet. I need new shoes, but I'm broke. What if it's too hot, what if it rains all the time? What if I fall off the climbing tower? ...Ok not really that worried, mostly I'm excited. Dave leaves tonight, and is coming back to get us Sunday. Then I'll be out of touch for a good part of the summer. Except saturdays. We're planning trips to the Kentucky Ren Faire this month, the 17th I believe, will be the first one. We discovered it's a hop and a skip from camp. I don't really have a point for this entry, I was just thinking it might be good to write something before I'm gone for two months. Ok, they're gonna kick me off the computer any minute here, so I better finish this up. Laters people,

Me

Look! A new entry! oooo! or Follow that Fragle! (not that i'm a fragle)

2005-10-07T19:06:43Z

Ok, so it's been a long time since I've written anything here. Told you it'd happen that way. Anyway. Big news I'm getting married. Dave and I are engaged. I've moved to E-town from Lex. We've got a puppy named Serenity. She's half Beagle, half Chow, very cute. My cats and the roommates cats are eyeballing each other with great suspicion. I'm not too worried though, knowing them, they'll get used to each other and then plan a cat uprising, they almost out number us. Puss and Boots spent the morning following Tori Sue around...from a safe distance (it's the small quiet ones you have to worry about, you know.) Lydia on the other hand has completely disappeared. I'm sure she's around, but I'm slightly worried, as she almost suffocated last night, by trying to hide between our bed and the wall. Serenity flips her food dish, while it's full. She also likes to get all tangled up, and cry until we rescue her. She can already fetch. She's currently sleeping in a cardboard box filled with V-Bug fleece, my old furry bathmats, a shoe (for chewing) and a PoundPurry. The PoundPurry has survived so far, but I pointed out that we shouldn't be encouraging her to chew or otherwise attack cat shaped objects. The house is still mostly boxes. I can't wait to get unpacked, mostly because I can't find anything, but also I'm tired of having to crawl over a sea of cardboard to get anywhere. And I've got four roommates, this is going to be interesting. Everyone's got too much stuff, and we all threw stuff away. So more downsizing to be had. I just realized that the girls out number boys overall. This is great! Estrogen rules the house. hee..heehee..hee..We just won't tell the boys yet, we'll wait 'til the perfect time, when the plans are made, and the trap is set, they'll never see it coming...of course, I don't have a plan at all, evil or otherwise...Details! I'll figure that part out later, first I must tell Crystal, and the cats, and the dog. Yes we must stick together. Crystal will have a plan, she's good at plans...I'm good at the evil ramblings and schizophrenia, yes we're good at that...

Trolls, slinkys, and rubber chicken-sharks, ooo!

2005-02-21T16:19:37Z

And so through out the winter of our souls
we wait,
and dawn is never fast approaching,
sadness can consume all.
If you find truth then,
perhaps hope as well,
a river is just a multitude of droplets.
The point is to be singular within an ocean.
People see night as black, but I've seen darker days.

We should be more like troll dolls, wild hair, naked, sexless, and jewels pasted in our navels,
we'd all laugh a bit more. I've been conducting an experiment at work, that has nothing to do with my job. It begins and ends with a slinky. Yes an experiment that involves that shiny metal coil, it bounces down stairs, makes a wonderful zinging noise, and evidently can be used as a weapon. Basically the experiment consists of me setting the slinky down in front of unsuspecting co-workers and waiting. Nine times out of ten, they pick it up. I have found only one person thus far who is immune to the call of the slinky. I'm thinking it's genetic, but I'm not sure. But honestly it's an interesting phenom none the less. You should try it. I'm also seeing no connection between the appeal of slinkys and that of the rubber chicken. For the person who was resistant to the slinky, fell for the rubber chicken as well as a rubber shark. This concludes my findings thus far. Heehee.

interesting...

2005-02-21T15:34:52Z

Alias Pepsi War

2005-02-04T20:02:04Z

I don't really have anything to talk about, but I felt I should write something while I had the opportunity. I'm in Elizabethtown this weekend for Winter War. That particular information is for my family incase they feel the need to try to call me. Call during the day, please. Other than that not much new or exciting. I found a ring that I thought was gone forever, which made me happy. I am currently being challenged by a friend to find the correct meaning behind/reference to his alias "Zinaku". Anyone who wants to help out is welcome to do so, so far it has been discovered that it has nothing to do with The Shadow King. Other than that, the more obscure the better. Of course I turned the tables on him and told him to figure out my Amtgardian name, "Henilai-Rumer Vinca D'Lazorra Blackwing D'Lazorri". I am fairly confident that we'll both be waving white flags before long. Part of the name was a giveaway though, because Blackwing, is the last name of my Amtgardian father, Bakamar. Sadly my court garb will most likely not be finished in time for feast. I worked for four days and suffered an injury from my sewing machine in pursuit of this endeavor. I take comfort in knowing that it will be beautiful when done, and wearable for the next event. I'm bored now with journaling....ooo! look I have pepsi left....

Counting blessings

2005-01-20T04:21:10Z

There can be days when everything starts out wrong, with a bad dream, or you're running late. But if you're lucky enough to have good friends around you, even when things are dark and frightening, somehow everything turns out all right. Not perfect, cause very few things are perfect, but better than you hoped for. A comforting word can be what gets you through. And then realizing that perhaps your fears are unfounded, or an unfair measure of another. To come to the moment when you discover that you aren't alone, that there are those around you who care and even love you. I think it's always better to end the day with a smile, especially those that started with tears. Of course ideally I wouldn't start with tears either, but beggars and choosers, ect. Big hugs to those who stick with me cause you're all troopers, putting up with my insanity, insecurity, and mood-swings. Except for my boyfriend, he gets kisses. Smmooch!

He "hearts" me!

2004-12-22T02:38:21Z

Michelle and I went to E-town last night for a Holiday dinner party. Food was great, company was great, we laughed, I sang with Crystal, and danced with Dave...then we went back to The Casa to exchange gifts. After having opened our gifts, I got the most adorable stuffed animal tiger from Dave, he even has is own do-rag, we watched Boondock Saints, Shell had never seen it. During the movie, Dave traced something out on my collar bone/ shoulder, I was distracted at the time, so I asked him what he'd said. So again he traced it out, "I 'heart-shape' you". I'm pretty sure I made a squeek-like sound and maybe an aww..and I kissed him. Before we left, Dave and I went to his room and talked. He told me that he wanted to say it, but was scared it would run me off. He's probably right. I was conflited, I wanted to hear it, but was afraid to hear it. I cried, if you know anything about my love life you wouldn't think that's over reacting or silly, I assure you. He said "Don't cry, please don't cry." So now I'm a puddle of goo. And no, I haven't said it back, I'm not ready. He is amazing, I'm crazy, and more trouble than I'm worth, and he "hearts" me...and he knows everything that I'm feeling, says he can look in my eyes and read it. I don't care if that sounds cheesey, he can, and it's so much easier, cause that way I'm not trying to explain four different emotions, I choose one and the others are understood, although I do mention them too. Communication is key, if you can't talk about things, you're doomed to disaster...god I miss him...three more days, amazing how that seems like forever, when last week forever was eight days...sigh..he "hearts" me...

And then, everything turns out ok

2004-12-01T02:00:28Z

It's been a while. Haven't written...The ghost from my last entry is finally gone. Chased from my memory by the present, by new attraction, and affection, and new possibilities of happiness. Someone I thought of as a friend has become my lover, my boyfriend. I choose him over the other guys in my life, and I'm still not fully sure why. People have asked us both why we hooked up, and we both came up with the same answer, "It felt right". I never saw it coming, one day he was a friend, the next he was all I wanted. We spent Halloween night in his car talking. I told him about the hauntings, and he told me he knew exactly what that was like. Of course he knew who I was talking about too. I spent that night in his arms, being held tight, and so many nights since then too. And I'm happy. We laugh about silly stuff, and like the same things. And he likes my eyes, he calls them beautiful. I saw my ghost the other day, and we talked briefly, but it was different, when he left, I felt fine. I was still happy, still whole and unscared. Somehow in the last month I've let go and healed when I wasn't looking. I don't see Him everywhere anymore. Ok, metaphor, you may just want to skip this. It's like I was parched for affection, kindness, love, as the ground for water during a drought. He came along like clouds, covering me, and raining upon me the very things a needed in order to heal. *Sigh* Is there a word for the emotion you feel when you think you might be falling in love with someone, but you don't want to say you're in love with them just yet, and it's not just a physical thing, but intellectual and emotional one? Happiness...you can't tell but I'm smiling....

Hauntings or I hate the winter

2004-10-27T02:32:34Z

Have you ever been haunted before? I have, and currently am. I'm not talking about ghosts, you know, people who used to be alive. I'm talking about the living. Haunted by someone you know. Not like they're stalking you, in fact they are usually not there at all, but still you constantly think you see them. Maybe you see someone who dresses in a similar way, or has the same color hair, and you see them out of the corner of your eye and for a second it is them. There is nothing quite as lonely as the moment you realize you're haunted by a memory. And some stupid part of yourself won't let go...no matter how good you've got it with someone else. When you long for just the sound of their voice, or their very presence. Any you wonder if they're ok and you wish you could tell them just how much you miss them. But you can't, cause they've disappeared, or crawled under a rock, or whatever they want to call it this time. The void left by their absence tears you up inside. And you think to yourself, maybe if I saw them I'd be angry enough to hate them, to demand that they get out of your head. So that maybe you don't walk down the street remembering when you walked down it together. And when you stand outside your door you won't remember the last time you saw them, and the things that were said, and felt. And you won't have to wonder anymore how they could be so afraid to trust, to take a chance. Or how they could say the things they said and still walk away, and leave you wondering...And then you think of all the things you never got to do, and say. And for all the world the memory of their eyes burns into your heart, like no eyes you've ever seen. And suddenly you remember that it's over, as much as it can ever be, and that someone else cares. And there's guilt, cause you want to move on, but your heart won't let you. Maybe it's afraid to. So instead it see's them everywhere. And the pain of it throbs inside you, your throat tightens, your chest knots up, and you crave someone to make you feel anything but this hurt. Anyone who can make you forget for a moment what that pain is about and why it's there. In the throws of passion you can forget everything...for a while. There's always that one time of day, or year, that makes the hauntings worse. I you franticly try to stay too busy to notice it, but you do notice. And you dread being alone, the memories are stronger then, with no one to keep them away. You can spend whole days lost in a moment, in a dream. And the more you're alone, the more time you spend in those moments, and it's so tempting to just stay. To crawl under your own rock, and be done with the hurt of living without. Then something happens, the clock moves forward, the seasons change, and the memories slip away a little, like snow melting from grass. And you still remember but it's not as hard to bare. But in the back of your mind you know, the hauntings aren't over. They come back, always. And you if actually see the person causing the hauntings, it's worse. Everything comes back, and you want nothing more to be next to them, to be in their arms, to hear their voice. Even in your joy, you're dieing, they take another bit of you, though they don't mean to. And they always walk away...and you're left remembering. And you're back to thinking you hear their voice outside your door, and hoping it's them on the phone, that you might run into them. But there is never anyone on the otherside of the door, and your roommate is the one calling, and you run into everyone but them. And you smile, so no one knows how much you hurt, and you don't look long into the eyes of anyone out of fear they'll see your pain, and you never talk about it. And all the while you pray no one says their name, and someone always does. So you struggle to hide your feelings as they go on and on. You force yourself not to stand up and leave, or demand that they stop talking. And you see them in everyone who looks anything like them, and your heart will race, then fall into your stomach when you realize it's not them. And you clench your fists, your fingernails bitting into your palms, as the wave of disappointment washes over you. You argue with yourself, to stop seeing them. They're never there, give up, move on. You beg with yourself, and whatever divine power to let it be done and over. And it not over, it's never over and you don't move on. So you walk down the street haunted, and go to work haunted, and sleep and are haunted. But you never let them know.

Don't touch the red button!

2004-10-23T17:40:42Z

Ok, here is a fast forward to current events. The new job is great, but my boss seems to be out to get me. They keep switching me between 1st and 2nd shifts. It's driving me crazy. My car has started working again with the help of a friend from work. This is most happy news as it provides me with transportation and a means of escape from my most mundane life. Still, the floor is soaked from a hole somewhere, and the windshield wipers are crap. But it's my car and I love it. That's pretty much the highlights, although I'm sure I'm forgetting something. Currently, I'm in Illinois, bothering my family. It's great. My sisters and I took my roommate to the Wilderness at Wisconsin Dells for her birthday. It was much fun. We spent three days playing at the waterparks (indoor). The only sad part was that I missed an Amtgard event, K6, which was this weekend. But seeing as it's been raining, I'm not that bummed. I didn't get rained on. Yesterday afternoon, we had a spa day. It was a first for me, I just don't do that kinda thing. We all got our nails and toes done, as well as make-up. Then we went out for dinner. Today is shopping day. We're going to the mall, mostly to hit Torrid and Hot Topic, with a possible stop at Fredrick's. Then movies at the house tonight. Tomorrow Shell and I are on the road again, headed back to Kentucky. We'll drive straight through to E-town, stop for a couple hours to visit with friends there, then home to Lexington. Where work will be waiting for us, and our dull lives will resume...sigh. More happily, Halloween is approaching. The Amtgardian folk are having a party next Saturday, the theme is "The Big O" all costumes must start with "o". I feel like I'm on the adult version of sesame street. It's great! I'd mention Shell and my costumes, but we want to surprise everyone. So it'll have to wait. Hey! I could even post pictures. Sometimes I feel as blond as my sister. Well I'm off to other things, not sure what, but I'm bored now...

There should be a law...

2004-09-22T00:41:09Z

I have discovered the most evil, awful time of day, 5:00am. There should be a law against making law abiding, or mostly abiding citizens get up before the sun. It's my own stupid fault for taking the job opening in my department, but still. When I walk to work in the morning the sun isn't up yet. It's dark outside. Now I don't mind the dark, but being up before sunrise is like seeing the day from the wrong side. Darkness is night, sun went down, sleep time. Very simple concepts that have been turned upside down, I tell you it's not right. I realized that to get 8 hours of sleep I have to go to bed at 9pm. That's just wrong. I'm used to being up until 2 or 3. It is well known that I'm not a morning person, I timed myself this morning, I stopped yawning at 9:30, 4 and a half hours after getting out of bed. On the upside I haven't yelled at anyone or fallen off any ladders...yet. Tomorrow blessedly is my day off, and I'm going to sleep. I assume I will adjust, in the mean time however, everyone gets to hear me yawning and complaining.
In other news, oh wait there is no other news. That is the most exciting thing in my life right now, although I may just be tired. Have trouble remembering things when I'm tired. My co-workers think it's funny. One of them commented, "yeah, she came in the other day and just wandered around looking dazed, and like she was going to fall over at any minute. I appreciate their support...really it's great.

The Glowing Nutella of Death a.k.a. the randomness that is my life

2004-09-03T19:45:28Z

I haven't got the faintest idea, why I'm not hiding in my bed today. I don't have to work, there are no demands on my time, and I'm completely broke, so much so that I'm rolling head over heals down the mountain of brokenness toward the abyss of "I'm in deep shit" broke. But evidently it's ok, cause I'm not stressing. Either that or I've finally gone insane. My co-workers are accusing me of glowing. Which would be fine, but they get a kick out of seeing me blush and thus point it out as often as possible, as well as let everyone else in sight know. I told them they didn't have to worry until I start doing the "snoopy dance". All the same, I'm sure some of them are starting to freak, as I usually don't go wandering around the lab with a stupid grin on my face. My usual philosophy being smiling causes wrinkles; plus I work at walmart what do I have to smile about? Of course being broke has it's advantages, I'm getting creative with my food. I discovered last night that Nutella and blackberry jam are really good on eggless pancakes (technically that makes them flat waffles, but who's keeping track?). My darling roommate didn't want any, said she wasn't hungry, which was probably true, she doesn't eat much these days. She's kinda on a forced diet. She's on painkillers and anti-depressants, side-effect is not being hungry. I figure she's ok, so long as she's eating something, not hallucinating, and hasn't fainted. But I'm putting my foot down if she starts to look like a zombie. So after I finish this and doing my laundry, the event of the day will be clean the garbage heap I call a room. I put this off as long as I can, because, the minute I clean, I can't find anything. I even put stuff in places that seem to make sense, but I guess not, cause I still end up spending 15 minutes looking for it. I've got a lot of artwork to re-hang, like folders full. I might not be an art student at the moment but I look like it. Which I am very proud of, thank you. I even discovered paint on a pair of my jeans, that I hadn't purposely put paint on! It was exciting...in the oh dear god that was the most interesting thing that happened to me to day, type way. Which makes me feel slightly pathetic. But it's ok. It's not what happens during the day that makes me interesting anyway (if you get that, i'm sadly disappointed in you, and drop me a line). I was talking the other night with Quartermane about my most favoritest of comic books, Sandman. If you've heard of it great, otherwise get with the program and check it out. It was discovered that he is one of the later, so when next I see him, property is being exchanged. For those who don't see what the big deal is, this comic is the only comic to ever receive a literary award. Neil Gaiman is a god, and the artist...they're my heroes. The image I have posted is a sketch I did of Death, one of the characters. Spunky goth chick. The comics have lots of little details, kinda "i spy" type things. It's more intellectual then your run of the mill, hero comic. Plus there are no well defined "bad guys", there are characters who do bad things, but no ultimate villains, which is unique and more true to life. And now the laundry needs me more than you, so I'm leaving. Bye.

Random stuff

2004-08-28T06:17:25Z

So my sisters and I wrote this song. I told a friend about it and now I've been told I must preform said song, tomorrow night. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, but still first performance of new material, and I haven't ever sung for them before. Double eek. After I get some feedback, hopefully the constructive type, I may post it here for the enjoyment of all. But as it's supposed to be a surprise, I'm not posting lyrics yet. Other than that, I got my birthday present early. My parents are suckers when it comes to me begging. It was a book, which for me is always a welcome gift. Llewellyn's 2004 Magical Almanac. It's got lots of neat stuff in it. That and a $25 gift card for Pier 1. Happiness abounds. I've spent the last 9 days off on vacation, paid vacation. God, I'm almost on cloud 9. I would actually qualify as giddy right now...although part of that could be the caffeine, I lost track after 3 cans of Cherry Coke. But that was this morning. God I should be sleeping, I've got a whole list of stuff to put in the car for my trip back to Kentucky tomorrow. I know I'm gonna forget something.
Mom said the other day that she was really proud of me, being off and living on my own. At the time it didn't seem like a big deal, but looking back, it makes me feel really good. I mean how often do people tell you they're proud of you? Me personally not so often, and it's not cause I'm not doing praiseworthy stuff. It's just easy to over look little things like saying how much you appreciate someone else.
I can't wait to get home and develop all my film. I've got wedding pictures, and Renaissance festival pictures, and maybe some random stuff too. I feel kinda sorry for my co-workers, having to process all 7 rolls tomorrow night. Oh well, I'm still on vacation. Hahahaha.
Coffee and Chicken, evil bunnies, and the thrill of knowing you can do that for a living.