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[14 Jul 2008|08:35am] |
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So, I get a letter in the mail the other day from OCC, which basically has all of the instructions on it for what I need to get done (background check, medical stuff, etc.) in order to stay in my classes next semester.
Let it be known, that this letter -- half of its text is in angry red letters, pretty much screaming "DO NOT LOSE THIS. FOR IT IS IMPORTANT." So, I wake up yesterday, ready to start getting all the stuff I need, when I realize that I can't find the stupid thing anywhere. My dad is sitting on the couch. "Oh, he probably just moved it somewhere," is the first thought that comes to mind.
I ask him if he's seen the paper that I got from school. His reply? "Oh, I think I threw that away." Then he goes back to stuffing his face and watching TV, totally nonchalant about it. I hate it when he does stuff like that. I mean, I could see if it was something like a sales receipt, or you know, heaven forbid .... an actual piece of garbage. But no, he has to go and throw away a letter that has instructions, that have a very strict time limit on them.
Great. Luckily, I called the health office and they're going to email me a new one. At least he won't be able to throw that one away. *sigh*
In other news, I wrote down my schedule on Friday (for that is the day when our schedule comes out for the week), and I was scheduled off Monday and Tuesday. I kind of need the hours, but it was a good thing, since my car needs new tires, I need to take my dog to the vet, and registration for my classes begins on Monday. I figured, over the course of those two days, I could get all that stuff finished.
Keep in mind, that I was scheduled at another store this weekend, so I wasn't at my usual store after I initially wrote down my schedule. So ... I get a call. 9:00. Sunday night. It's my supervisor. "Hey, you know you're working Monday and Tuesday right?" Thanks. Wait until the last minute to tell me guys. It's okay, I don't have a life. I don't have things I need to do. Don't get all considerate on me or anything, and call me a day in advance. I wouldn't want you to put yourselves out.
Bah. I hate VONS. I'm so glad I'm almost finished. It's shit like this that makes me hate this company. They really don't expect you to have a life, outside of VONS. Although, I should make note that I called my boss, and simply refused to work on Monday. I told her that she changed my schedule way too short of notice, and that I've got a lot of stuff to do today. She sounded annoyed. But you know what? I've done way too many favors for them, and been taken advantage of too many times to really give a shit at this point.
Plus, I'm pretty sure it's against union rules to change the schedule like that, and wait to tell the person. I think there is a deadline for that sort of thing. Regardless, I'm determined not to let them push me around anymore. I'm sick of doing stuff I don't like, and no one else will do, just so they can do this kind of thing to me.
They're gonna have to find someone else.
Bitches.
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[11 Jul 2008|08:39pm] |
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Of course, all the labs I want for the Dental Assisting course are already full. Last year, after I finished signing up for everything, I registered and picked my classes in early August. At that point, even in August, all of the classes were open and I was free to pick and select my schedule as I so chose. Then, as I've already mentioned, I got screwed out of that.
Now, here we are. Again. It's still July, and all of the morning and early afternoon labs are already closed. What really stinks about this situation is, these labs, unlike most normal college classes are only allowed to have a very specific number of students.
Which means ....
....guess what? I can't petition my way in. Sooo, basically it means I'm stuck in class T-TH from 9-6. When I could have been out of school by 3. Really, it does me absolutely no good to moan and groan about it now, since there is very little chance that any of the students will drop out of the program this late in the game, but I'm going to whine anyway because it makes me feel a bit better.
Ugh. Combined with my Monday and Friday classes, work, interning (they throw me into a dental office just two months into the program yipe!) and all the after school studying I'm going to be needing, it almost seems like I'll never get any time to go out or see anybody. *sigh* The small consolation of all this is that it's only a few months. Hopefully, I'll have my act together and come Spring semester I'll be able to pick some classes that are held at times which are more convenient.
I /really/ wish I could quit my job. I keep thinking to myself, these eight months would go so much smoother if I didn't have to stress out about VONS. I'm so mad at myself for messing up in college like I have, and squandering the opportunities I've had to finish school without having to worry about holding a job at the same time. I was such a doofus. Granted, I had fun, and I finally discovered what I *think* I want to do for a career. Still ... it took me an awfully long time to do it.
Now I'm left pondering, if only I had started this straight out of high school! Think how far ahead I'd be! Instead, I'm just getting started. That's not such a bad thing I guess. I'm starting a new and better future for myself, where I won't be doomed to forever be stuck behind a cash register. Thank goodness. I think it's already starting to drive me a little crazy.
Hmm. Oh! Also, once I'm finished with the program, I think I'm going to go back and get an Associate's Degree in Science. I've got some classes finished, and the dental assisting program covers a big chunk of it too. After that? Who knows?
I do know, I need to take some more art classes when I get some more free time. I'd still like to illustrate children's books someday. I also need to draw some character sheets up for a comic strip Mike and I have been collaborating on for quite some time. I'm bad though, I've been terrible lazy and haven't drawn a thing in months. I'm going to change that though! Soon!
First....I need to clean my room.
I can't see the floor again.
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[08 Jul 2008|09:59am] |
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Well, it seems things aren't quite so dramatic on the home front these days. Perhaps I speak too soon, but in my situation I'd prefer to be optimistic about things, rather than dwell on the negative.
As for the room that showed the most promise, that one is of course unavailable at this time. That's okay though. The lady called me and told me she would let me know if it opens up. She said the guy that's living there has spoken about moving out, but apparently he seems very indecisive about it. I don't blame him. He'd be crazy to give up a place where rent is that cheap, if he didn't have someplace better to go. Who knows? I still might get lucky. At any rate, she has my phone number and I've still got plenty of time.
The way I figure it is, even if I don't get to move out before I'm finished with school, that might be the better option in the long run, even if I don't necessarily see it that way now. Once school starts I'll be taking a full load of classes, still working at VONS part time, and in a few months I should be interning at dental offices a few days a week. When I take time to think about it, I doubt I'll be home long enough during the week to really run into any problems.
If I *do* get into a stressful situation, I still have my car and there are plenty of libraries around and other places to go if I just need an escape for a while. Not to mention I'm sure I'll have plenty of homework and studying to do, so getting out and running off to a library might not be such a bad idea. No video games or WoW to distract me there. ;)
So, yeah. Until further notice, I'm just going to rough it at home, unless that lady calls me back with some good news. I'm not going to count on it though. In a way, that might be just as well. It will make the day I finally get to throw open that door and never look back, that much sweeter.
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[04 Jul 2008|09:54am] |
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Boy, it is *not* easy to find a room for rent in Orange County that is: affordable, close to my own house/work/college, not filled with strangers(or scary people), and a bunch of other criteria that I am clinging to, because despite the loathing I feel for my current situation, I don't want to make a stupid mistake impulsively that I may regret later.
Really, my main barrier is price. Even though I've settled for just a room, instead of a studio apartment (which I would much rather have) most of the ones that I like, are out of my reach by a hundred dollars or more. After calculating my income, I've come to my maximum mount I can spare for rent $550.00.
To some people that might sound like a decent sum, but to live anywhere around here, that leaves me scraping the bottom of the barrel for choices on where to move. Unfortunately, as much as I need my own space and privacy, and as sick as I am of the constant drama that goes on around here, I won't take for granted that I get to live here for free, just so long as I cover my own expenditures and buy the things I need. Sooo, if I do move .... I want to make sure it's somewhere, that is a vast improvement, so I can get more for my buck.
I've spent the last two weeks talking to everyone I know, who I thought might have a spare room, or might know someone who does. I've followed a few hopeful trails, only to be met by disappointing dead ends. That's okay. Even though I'm not a believer in fate, or anything of that nature per say, I just tell myself "Well, that just gives me a chance for something even better to come along."
Despite my rather fruitless efforts thus far, and my increasing number of heartbreaking letdowns, I think I might have found *something* to consider. I was searching on the Internet for rooms this morning, as this has become my routine the second I get out of bed, and I stumbled upon an ad that looks promising.
Not only is the room affordable, it's quiet and being rented out by an elderly couple, who seem interested in renting to serious students only. Even though it's a bummer, that their stipulation is not to bring over any company, that's actually more of a good thing than anything else. I want some privacy, and a chance to have some time to myself, and rules like these will ensure I'm not going to unknowingly trap myself with a bunch of people who party and bring over a bunch of friends all the time.
Which is awesome, because that will give me a chance to be free from this house, unwind from all the stress ... and most importantly of all ... concentrate on my schoolwork.
Of course, there is a big "if". Naturally, I thought "This sounds too good to be true.' But I figured, it couldn't hurt to call and ask about the room. Currently, it's unavailable. Why am I not surprised? Still, the lady I spoke with sounded very nice, and she said it might open up sometime soon. She promised to call me in the next couple of days, and let me know what's going on. That's fine with me. I'll just keep myself busy, and keep my eyes open. Otherwise, this sounds like the most promising avenue for relief I've found thus far, in my seemingly endless search.
The only other alternative I've got right now, is to keep focused on work, and concentrate on avoiding my entire family to the best of my ability. A week or so has passed since the last "family meltdown" and this technique has been producing the desired results. I'm not talking to them, they are for the most part, not engaging me into any conversations. A little bit depressing sure, I even find the strategy particularly detaching and lonesome on my part, but I'll deal with all of that if it keeps things at my house bubbling at a level that doesn't boil over.
So for right now, all I can do is wait, keep doing my own thing, and hope that I hear back from that lady. Otherwise, I've got eight months of avoiding everyone in my house to look forward to.
Oh, and leveling my Priest -- because she is so much fun! I enjoy tailoring way too much. In fact, I think I enjoy all of the professions too much. My favorite thing in the game is collecting materials in order to make newer and better items. It rocks.
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[27 Jun 2008|05:41pm] |
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So, there isn't really much purpose of this post, other than to relieve some stress and rant until I'm satisfied. Nevertheless, this will probably be a short post, simply because at this point in the game I like to call "Family Drama" I'm pretty much about finished with it completely.
To explain what I mean, really only requires one sentence. My brother has gone from being a selfish sociopath to being a fucking psychotic. There's no other way to put it.
Long story short, after coming home from work, I find the house is pretty much a disaster zone. Dishes are in the sink, blankets and assorted clothes are all over the floor, and the house is in general disarray. This is a problem, because my dad freaks out (and what I mean by that is he goes freaking ballistic) if the trash isn't thrown away. As such, I immediately begin washing dishes, and ask my brother for a little assistance. Really, if he would have just gotten off his lazy ass, we could have had everything done in like half an hour. Let's not forget, that hardly any of the mess is mine. I eat take out and frozen food so I don't have to do dishes. Terrible logic I know, but I'll admit it.
After watching him ignore me for a good twenty minutes, I politely ask him if he would please not leave me to do all the housework before dad gets home. That did it for him. Immediately, he throws down the hose in the backyard, and starts screaming and yelling and cursing and throwing one of the worst temper tantrums I've ever seen. Ever. Storming into the house, he tells me to get the fuck out of the kitchen, and proceeds to order me to clean up two shelves of books in the room that he knocked over. His logic as to why this should be my job, is because he says I stacked them so that they would fall over. Riiiiiight.
The second I start to argue with him about it, he just loses it. I mean completely loses it. To be perfectly honest, he looked like he'd gone crazy. Out of all the wild and heated fits I've witnessed out of him, this one has got to be the worst, and the most irrational. I mean, all I asked for was a little help straightening up, it's not like I asked him to do anything more than the most basic of tasks for crying out loud. His reaction to all of this is, he immediately rushes into the bathroom and slams the door repeatedly, screaming like a banshee (I swear to God he scared the shit out of me) that he "Doesn't give a fuck" he said that like twenty times. I don't know what the hell was wrong with him.
Finally, he left.
He also came clean to me, and admitted that he hates me. Apparently, I'm one among many whom he blames for "stealing his childhood" whatever the Hell that means. To be quite frank, at this point -- I just don't give a shit. I thought something like that would hurt my feelings, but after having to deal with such a bad, sour attitude from my own brother for years on end, I guess I'm just over it. I'm sick of dealing with a twenty-year-old who constantly acts like he's five, has a permanent chip on his shoulder, and believes that everybody but himself is the cause of all his problems.
Admittedly, the stress of the fight must have taken its toll though, because I cried for an hour afterward and its been a long time since I've cried. I just don't do it very often. Apparently, I've been so stressed and about living in the same house with him and my dad, that this argument was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or so to speak. I feel better now though. I think I'll be counting the days on my calendar until I can move into my aunt's house even more carefully now. I'm even considering community college in San Diego. I believe one of them that is close to my aunt's house has the Dental Assistant program too.
But yeah. I think I'm washing my hands of him now. I simply don't have the energy or the willpower for that matter, to do what it takes to save this relationship with my brother. That's not to say I'm done with him forever, but I'm certainly finished trying to be a good sibling, until he's at least willing to do the same.
That, could take a while. Until then, I'm done wasting my effort and my sanity. It's just not worth it.
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| Well, there goes that ... |
[31 May 2008|11:47pm] |
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What I really want to do tomorrow is go to Mitsuwa ... have some lunch, buy lots of goodies and restock on my favorite Japanese candy. Last time I got to go there was a few months ago, and all I bought was one box of Pocky, and one small bag of candy. I've only been eating a piece or two at a time, and so I was able to make them last a lot longer than usual. Typically, I can eat that amount of exotic junk food in a matter of days if I don't hold the reins on my gargantuan appetite.
Those chewy candies are so delicious!
Only problem is, I spent a lot of money for Califur, and currently I've been spending it like it's been going out of style. In addition to this, my car decided it wanted to overheat completely without warning yesterday. I thought it might be a simple fix, so I tried putting water and oil into it, in an attempt to dodge any costly repairs. Unfortunately, while my oil gauge registered as low, and there appeared to be no water to speak of, after I had my car examined it was determined that I needed a new thermostat.
Even though I'm now aware that is a fairly cheap car part, the bill still totaled $150.00 because the labor fee was so horrendous.
Soooooo, even though technically it probably wouldn't be the end of the world to go buy some candy, I've decided it would be in my best interest to refrain from such unnecessary expenditures at this time. School is coming in a couple of months, my car still needs new tires, and I'd like to have some money stashed away just in case something else unexpected like this happens in the future.
Still, I say poo. I was really looking forward to making the trip, because I'm actually feeling confident enough in my driving skills, that I would be willing to drive there by myself if I needed to. Oh, well. Another time. Luckily, I've got lots to sew to keep me busy! ^.^
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[29 May 2008|11:33pm] |
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Woof!
First off, I went to the movies to see the next Narnia movie. I went there with a mostly curious attitude aside from anything else, but I didn't get my hopes up, because I was very much expecting this installment to flop around with all the intensity of a Magikarp performing its ever famous ... but rather useless Splash attack.
To my surprise (while it still didn't hold a candle to the first movie IMO) it was actually quite entertaining. I've always been fond of the tale of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and this story has found a place in my heart as well. Although I didn't find it to be nearly as captivating, or charming as the former which I mentioned. That's okay though, since that's exactly what I was expecting.
Still ... they did have lots of talking animals, (big bias, and also a big plus for me) and a wide assortment of other mystical beasties which made me very happy. Maybe I'm just out of the loop, but aside from the Lord of the Rings movies, very few films actually focus on these kinds of characters. I've seen dragons and unicorns sure, even dwarves on occasion, but very rarely do I see Minotaurs and Griffins and those types of creatures. Especially for any period of time.
So, of course when the war scenes were taking place, Mike actually could see how intently I was focused on the movie! Apparently I was gripping his hand and leaning forward in my seat, as if I was trying to will the odds in Narnia's favor! Hah. I didn't even realize I was doing that. It was kind of funny when he pointed it out to me though.
Also, I must announce that I've made it my mission to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua. You heard me. If it's at all possible, I would love to make a midnight showing. Seriously. If I have the time, I'm totally going to make a set of ears to wear! It's going to be great. I'd like to go with a big group if I can get enough people, if anyone is interested, everyone is welcome to come!
Might even do a late dinner at Denny's afterward or something. It'd be fun to get a group of furries to go see, but I'm not sure if I'm feeling quite *that* dedicated. We'll see. I just might try.
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| *sighs* So close ..... can't reach.....almost.....there.... |
[26 May 2008|07:12pm] |
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Bah, once again I've foolishly been entertaining thoughts of moving out of my house. By moving out, I don't mean just renting a room .... but actually getting a studio apartment of my own. And... as much as I love my mom, and although my tolerance and patience for my brother's bipolar behavior has increased over the years, (although I do love him when he's not being a complete emo douche) as long as I continue to live here I have zero privacy; and zero space to call my own.
No matter what time of the day it is, there is always someone in this room besides myself. Usually my mom. She means the world to me, but sometimes what I want more than anything is just an hour or two to be alone. Just sit in front of computer, watch TV, draw or whatever ... and relax with my own thoughts. I'm introverted like that I guess.
On top of that .... regardless of the hour .... with three people in the house .... sometimes the wait for use of the bathroom is literally ridiculous. My brother showers on average three times a day (folks I shit you not) but with one bathroom and three people .... that's a rather inconsiderate habit. Not to mention that these showers usually last about 30-45 minutes. It's aggravating, when I get home and I'd just like to sit and take a bath and read, but nooooooo ..... not going to happen ... because even when it's my turn there are people knocking every ten minutes. *sigh*
Damnit. I guess it's too much to ask to want a place of my own, while I live out here in Orange County. The prices of housing in any area that I would like to live, are way too expensive. I found *one* studio apartment in Costa Mesa that costs $840.00. That's the cheapest I've been able to locate, and it's still just too much. It was cheap enough to tease myself with for a little while, but in the end....keeping in mind gas, utilities, living expenses, and everything else ... it'd be a dangerous gamble to go for at this point. Not to mention I'd have to work 30+hours a week (which is usually just fine) but I'm unsure of my ability to do that and take on my full semester school load and internship hours, without utterly failing all of my classes.
Oh, well. Once I'm finished with school, I actually have a lot more options in regards to finally moving my ass out of this place. I can't wait. I just wish I could get the Hell out of here sooner.
In other news -- I need to get my ass back in shape. One round of DDR had me and Weston wheezing as if we'd just run a cross country marathon.
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| Fun times! |
[24 May 2008|12:43pm] |
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Tee hee! Yay! I love hanging out with Zac and Weston! We always have so much fun! <3
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So, I broke down and bought it.
For my DVD collection was naked and incomplete without my favorite movie of all time.
That's right people.
I just bought Cable Guy.
Be afraid, because I will now be quoting it for the rest of my life.
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| Oh hell yes. |
[18 May 2008|10:11pm] |
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In light of having recently attended Califur, my passion has been reinvigorated to attend other furmeets, aside from just one convention a year. Now don't get me wrong --- I love Califur -- but I would really enjoy getting to meet even more fursuiters, make some new friends, and just have a good time.
It seems as though luck is on my side, because there is a furry BBQ scheduled later in the month of June. In Irvine. Somewhere besides Garden Grove and Riverside. Somewhere that I can actually drive to without being afraid of getting lost, or in an accident. Yay! Pluuuuuuus, what I like about it even more is that the furmeet is in a park. How much fun is that! It makes me glad I have outdoor soles though. They held up very well at the convention. And I have faith that they will survive a couple of romps and lots of frolicking outdoors. I'll probably have to clean them carefully afterwards though.
Anyway. Trying to get all of my furry friends (and non furry too!) to come. I'm so excited, it's almost like waiting for Califur all over again. It's just that great. Wooohoooooo. Also, I do have plans to attend a PS Party in Garden Grove though before I start school next semester, because once that happens I probably won't have anytime to go running off into the distance in search of random furry adventures.
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[17 May 2008|09:35pm] |
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Whew!
I'm tired. Today has been a busy ... but nevertheless amazing day! I think I will list the events of Califur. Yes.
So, I woke up early to call in sick from work (I know I'm bad, but I justify this because I *never* call in sick), then I went back to sleep for a few more hours. Which I'm surprised I was able to do because I was so friggen excited, I was practically hyperventilating.
Finally, we all woke up (in "we all" I mean me Mike and our friend who is also named Mike), and got ourselves ready to go. Thinking myself ultra prepared this time around, I went crazy with hair gel and snapped in tons of barrettes, so that my hair wouldn't go crazy underneath my mask. In the long run that was a big FAIL, but luckily it worked out okay in the end, even though my hair did end up exploding about an hour into the convention.
When we got inside the hotel, I got myself changed and was immediately mobbed! That in itself was a lot of fun though, because there was lots of entertaining picture taking, plenty of hugs to go around, plus I got to interact with other fursuiters too!
Shortly afterwards, once we were through registering, I was given another change to mingle with fursuiters -- at the fursuit Show-and-Tell. And by "given another chance" I mean that I was essentially dragged backstage because they needed every suiter they could get. Which didn't bother me at first, because I made some assumptions which didn't involve me getting up on stage for very long .... or by myself. I have an extreme fear of being on stage, that I would go so far as to say it's a phobia, but I did manage to jump up and down for a spell, while the other fursuiters danced and did their thang.
That was okay, but it was about that time, that my eyesight pretty much took a crap. I don't know why, but for some reason, after I wear my head for more than half an hour, my vision gets blurry and fogged up. I don't know why, (since I'd removed my glasses) but while I was on stage I was rendered almost completely blind. Frankly, it's a miracle I didn't crash into anyone, or simply fall off the stage, dragging down all the lights and equipment with me. A miracle. Sooooo, stumbling around like an idiot, I managed to make it to the edge of the stage, and a nice furry (I can never remember his name but he's the only one with a suit entirely made of leather) helped me down.
It was about this time, that my hair was also freaking out, and I asked this one girl suiter if she had a clip. She did ..... and to retrieve it we quickly made our escape. We also quickly got to talking, and we got along very well! We exchanged email addresses, and so at the con I was able to make a new furry friend! She was very nice, although I was slightly disappointed to hear she was only sixteen. That's not to say I don't enjoy having friends younger than myself, for in fact it's those people that make up the majority of those whom I hang out with, but it would have been nice to make a buddy closer to my own age. Oh, well.
Once the show and tell finished up, I participated in the Fursuit Parade. That's always a lot of fun. I have no problems performing in my suit or interacting with other people, but it's just being on stage that intimidates me. Perhaps, if I go to enough conventions, I will get over this fear. Maybe not. It doesn't matter, I enjoyed myself regardless. Admittedly, I'm glad the parade wasn't too time consuming this year, because let me tell you. It was hot as FUCK out there. With my mask, I was dripping sweat from head to toe. I always like the parade though, because I love seeing all the suits that there are.
Again, there were some wonderful suits this year! I'm pressed to pick a favorite. I saw two standard hyenas which I loved, a striped hyena that looked fantastic I wanted to take him home!, and a Sabertooth Tiger that must have been a Mixed Candy. There were plenty of others I really liked, but I can't name them all! (Unless it's the Pokerap ;) )
When the parade of suiters and people dispersed a bit, we chilled for a while in a lounge area, had some Otter Pops and made our way to the Dealer's Den. There was a lot of stuff to buy! I didn't end up getting a shirt, or a bumper sticker. The people that sold those last year, weren't at the convention this time around. However, Balaa once again one me over with one of her fabulous originals. I was spellbound by one Snow Leopard picture in particular, but I couldn't get her to part with it. ;_; I very nearly wept! It was so awesome. Still... I did purchase an original of an absolutely gorgeous panther.
I'm becoming very fond of her pencil work!
I also got to meet *in person* my favorite artist Dark Natasha. It was awe-inspiring. Seriously, I don't think I was mentally prepared. What really blows me away, is how down to earth all the artists were. After I bought my picture, I hugged Balaa and said thank you, and she hugged me back and was genuinely sweet about it. As for Dark Natasha, she could probably tell I was about to have an emotional meltdown just standing next to her, and she just laughed and smiled and helped me pick out a picture for a friend who couldn't attend.
Seriously, what I like about Furcons best, is getting to know everyone. All the people that I've met and shared conversations with, have been nothing but kind, and funny and willing to just talk and have a good time.
Lastly, Kudos to my boyfriend and his friend for coming with me. It made my day that Mike was able to experience and be a part of something that really means a lot to me. That he was there, to hold my hand and smile, (even though he's not into the furry fandom at all) and ask me "Are you having fun?" Really, considering his lack of interest in the fandom, and being there for the first time, I think he and his friend both, took everything in good stride. I say this wholeheartedly, because in my opinion, furry conventions can be a little hectic. Especially, if you're unsure of what to expect.
OH! I also got a free conbadge, drawn by my friend Amber. He did a fantastic job. The picture is gorgeous, and I love it. I will probably use it for next year as well. While we were there, I also had Mike & Mike taking pictures on a disposable camera, and I'm going to get those developed tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be able to post them soon.
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That's right. I need to draw a conbadge. Shit. *pulls out some paper.*
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[14 May 2008|08:59pm] |
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Urge to freak out and do a happy dance rising!
Aye! It is official -- in just two days I will be attending Califur! I'm so excited it's almost hard for me to breathe.
The rest of my fursuit (partial) came in the mail a few days ago, and I've been having a lot of fun trying it on in my room. I swear to God, I am in love with my suit now! The paws are absolutely huge and fluffy, but what I really like about them is that I still retain a reasonable amount of dexterity.
Now, this isn't to say I should expect to do anything requiring too much of my motor skills, but I don't think I'll have to worry about dropping every single thing I try to pick up, like I did with my paws last year. With my old paws, I might as well have had all my fingers tied together. I was rendered almost completely helpless.
Needless to say, these new hand paws are an excellent improvement. Did I mention they're adorable? The feet paws are ...... to put it very simply ..... fantastic! They're extremely comfortable, they have outdoor soles which I'm so glad to have!, and for some reason ..... I'm thrilled with the toes! I love their shape. Keyoki is a marvelous sculptor!
All in all, I'm more than estatic with how my suit looks. On top of that, my tail ....
It's just gigantic. It's almost as big as my head. My fursuit head. Plus, it's curly.
You know what that all spells?
YAY. In all capital letters.
I can't wait to go! I'm only going to be attending the convention for one day (that makes me a sad panda!) but that's okay. I'm not sure what panels I'm going to check out, or what activities I'm going to participate in, but I'm will be a voluntary participant of the Fursuit Parade this time around! I hope I will get to see as many awesome fursuits as I did last year!
I'm also going to make an effort to socialize with some furs more than I did last year, and with any luck, meet some new furry friends! That was my biggest disappointment last year. I've always complained about not knowing any furs in my area, and then when I get to a convention where there are more than two hundred of them, I clam up and hardly talk to anybody.
Granted ..... most people don't talk while in suit .... but that's not the point.
Anyway, I digress. I'm also keeping my fingers crossed that Thornwolf will be there again this year. I'm going to pray that she has some originals available this time. She only had prints, and while I'm a huge fan of her work, I'm only interested in collecting originals right now. However, I did get an awesome wolf pic from Balaa last year! Either way, there is lots I want to buy!
I know I'd like a shirt or two. I saw more than a couple that had amusing furry slogans, last time I went. Maybe even a bumper sticker! What I'd really like ....is an original from one of the three artists : Goldenwolf (who doesn't want her artwork, seriously?) Kyoht (she's been one of my favorite artists for as long as I can remember) and Dark Natasha.
Unfortunately, while all three of these artists sell original artwork --- most of the time .... those pictures are very expensive. I think last time at Califur I saw a *tiny* picture, I'm talking the size of a normal photograph by Dark Natasha, in an auction ... and the bids were over $100.00. Goldenwolf .... realistically, is probably out of my price range. Her pictures tend to average $500.00 and much higher. Last time I checked anyway. My best bet is Kyoht. Her artwork is very good, and occasionally her pencil sketches fall into my price range. Occasionally.
I guess we'll see when I get there!
Whew. I want a lot of stuff.
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[14 May 2008|12:03pm] |
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Blar, todaaaaay, I will go outside! Adventure calls! And perhaps... the mall! *flails*
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[12 May 2008|09:08pm] |
So, here it is :
I don't know why, but for some reason I have an unhealthy obsession with pajamas. In my drawers and in my closet, I have close to four or five pairs of pajamas, more than ten nightshirts, a nice collection of negligee, and an outrageous assortment of mismatched clothes that ranging from boxer shorts to tank tops that have joined the ranks of my sleep-wear.
What's worse is .... whenever I'm in a clothes store and I pass by the sleeping clothes section, I can't help but stop and stare longingly at all the cute little nighties that there are!
Granted, I haven't actually purchased a pair of pajamas in a long time .... still .... I think it's rather silly that I have so many things to sleep in, and it's always just a measure of willpower that keeps me from buying more. If I had more money, I know I would buy some more pajamas.
However, I'm really getting into sewing, and I'm contemplating getting some fabric and making some more for myself.
I'm not sure what pattern of fabric I would get, or what type either.
I may have to shop around.
But first .... there are other projects to finish!
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[06 May 2008|04:31pm] |
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Hrmmmm ....
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I wonder if it's bizarre that I'm listening to crazy techno music while I'm sewing.
It's sad .... because .... I can't seem to stop from poking the needle into the fabric in time with the beat.
*freaks out to music and continues sewing.*
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[02 May 2008|09:07pm] |
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Why is it that I'm now afraid of the seemingly harmless word "weft"
I may have need of it in the near future, and the fact that I don't know much about the term makes me frightened.
Aw, well.
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Holy shit. YAY for Iron Man. That movie fucking rocked! I'm already thinking about seeing it again. ;)
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