Yay for being drunk, bored, and house sitting. This is my life people. Isn't it great? But hey, at least I'm updating. 

There are no clubs in Sedona. No one to share my drunkeness with but the dog and cat (I'm house-sitting for my dad and Christine). So instead I run around the house, looking through 3D glasses at the christmas lights (totally, like, tubular dude), and post to by woebegone livejournal because I am B-O-R-E-D.

I'm moving up to Delaware with Lynn for a short time. Maybe a year before I'm back in Cali. Working as a banker (I think I've got the job, at least. If they call and say "we need to talk about hours, that means I got the job, right? Right?) Much fun all around. But hopefully I'll be able to keep saving and get the f*ck out of boonsville, VA. I love my friends, but I hate Hollins and I hate Roanoke. I will miss my friends there though. I guess I'll just have to visit. And Delaware is closer than CA, right? 

Yay graduation! At least, as long as I can get my thesis done. But if I can finish my intro, then the rest is easy. Plowing through 400+ pages of research? Not so much so. But I will do it, and prevail! And I will brain wash little rats all the while to follow my every command (don't ask...it's for psych and I don't think I could explain with my addled mind right now anyways. I'm having a hard enough time typing as it is.). And then? Freedom! And no idea what to do with it. Yay. 

This is my life. I'm going away now, to be drunk and bored by myself. Bleh.

You Belong in San Diego

Laid back and friendly, you were meant to live most of your life on the beach. You usually think everything is "all good"... except when the weather dips under 60F. You stay classy - especially when you're in Tijuana!

In other news, 12 hour work days suck. But at least the money's good.

ETA: Interesting. If you have LJ set to the rich text mode, HTML won't go through. Hmmm...

So I scribble an' I scribble but nothing comes out.
So I scribble an' I scribblescribble - shit pops out.
"Well, that's better'n nothin'" I says to myself,
as I prod it with a stick,
watch it squeal an' flip
(nothin' but a cheap bag o' tricks)
"But I can do better, I betcha I can,"
an' with a jot an' a flourish...
junk comes forthwith.
"Well, not quite what I was hopin'," says I, all deadpan,
pickin' trash out my hair
"I want something with flair!
"with panache, with style, aw hell, I don't care
"I just want somethin' that'll boost my sales."
"So this is it," as I crack my thumbs
my neck, back, an' elbows an' settle me in.
Set my pen to the paper, back bent like a bum
an' out pops this...this...
elephantine
bizarre thing that don't rhyme
or even keep time
and I looks at it an' says -
"I think I like it."

Who are you taking adv. creative writing with? Because I'm considering possibly taking one of them, but I don't know the teachers and I'd like to take it with at least a few people I know (if I can even get in this late...gulp!) Please answer and tell me what teachers are like! The options are:

Anderson
Beller
Hankla
Miller
Moeckel
Tretheway

Yesterday you had wings what
happened?

Jealousy. One question:
Can I have
yours?

…

You may have one.

 

And what good
will that be? One winged
we both will tumble

Then we shall hug and in one
have two
and on count of three

Blast off.

 

/random

Edit: No wait, I lie. More randomness.

Dash glanced out the window. The rain was coming down in force now and his eyebrows rose. Not ten minutes before it had been 75 degrees out and sunny. “Fucking figures,” he muttered darkly as he ran rapid hands through brown hair. “Only in Virginia can the sun be smiling down while God fucking takes a piss.”

Dash, it must now be noted, was not the epitome of class and breeding. If one somehow managed to ignore his crude language, they would be hard pressed not to notice his clothes.

Haha. what a sentence to leave off. Not even a description of said clothes. Sucky, but I like Dash, even if this is as far as he went in terms of being written.

I have a lot more to do than I thought. Time for my cosplay list.

Fael:
pants (thought I had some, but forgot I got rid of them. Damn!)
Finish the wig
boots if I can
studded belt
arm bands and other various accessories
dog collar
Wings?

Deathnote:
black hair stuff

Kagerou:
finish shirt
socks
something for feet

I think that's it? I have this horrible feeling I'm missing a costume. Do I really only have three? Wow. And all easy ones.

P.S. My car is dead again. This...may be a problem. *sweatdrop*

Does anyone happen to have a blue wig that I can mutilate/cut off the ends of? Because I need a black/brown wig with blue highlights and because I am a doof and waited until it's probably too late to buy one off ebay and have it actually get here (all the good ones are out of this country), I am contemplating just making my own. Le gulp. If you do, please please please let me know, because I am broke and don't want to have to buy two wigs just to make one.

So. I was literally sent home from work today, because my stomach hurt so bad i was crying. Much fun. Spent 6 hours in the urgent care center, to be told I have developed an ulcer.

This is not surprising to me. In fact, most of me is just wondering why it took so long. I've always been a nervous kid, and it always effected my stomach foremost. The bad news (other than the ouchies) is no more of pretty much every food I have ever loved. At least for a little while. The good news?

Vicoden. ^_^


P.S. I have a kitty! When I manage to find a camera, I will take pictures, but for now, her name is Ashes (Ash), she's around 8-10 weeks old, gray, and absolutely adorable. And I'm not supposed to have her, but I do. Nyah, Hollins, nyah. *prays not to get caught*

P.P.S. Like my newest icon? I finally figured out how to make moving ones. Go me. Images from Soccer is full of cheese.

Ha ha, just read a funny line:

Pardon my chat-speak, but WTF!?

I may have to use that at some point.


In other news, my car hates me. The end.

Train info:

Passenger 1: Kendall Schmierer (Adult)
Passenger 2: Katherine Sumpter (Adult)



ITINERARY
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Atlanta, GA (ATL) to Lynchburg, VA (LYH)
03-JUN-06; 8:08 pm - 04-JUN-06; 5:50 am

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Service: 20 Crescent
Duration: 9h 42m

   <Departs>
   Atlanta, GA (ATL)
   03-JUN-06; 8:08 pm

   <Arrives>
   Lynchburg, VA (LYH)
   04-JUN-06; 5:50 am

   <Seat(s)/Room(s)>
   2 Reserved Coach Seats
    

Amenities:  Checked baggage, Dining car, Lounge

Oh. My. God.

Sasuke.

*Faints*

( Pictures )*Click on 'em for bigger size

All I gots ta say is: ABOUT FREAKING TIME! 

But sooo worth the wait

I'm done being a dorky little fangirl now. I swear. Now I will be a geeky little school girl and study for finals.

I just totally wrote fluff for my angsty Mcangst story 'bout Sekka and Jinx. 101 pages in. They needed it and so did I. I'd post it here, except there's much in it that you guys totally wouldn't understand, because, well, I'm pretty sure the majority (if not all) of you haven't read it, and certainly haven't read that far. Oh well. Nyah.

I shall go roll in the sugary cuteness now.


(this post was pointless to everyone except me. But at least I posted at all!)

My master is not a poor, downtrodden youth with a heart of gold and a quicksilver mind. Nope, not all of us are lucky enough to get an Aladdin, and besides I watched that movie once and let me tell ya, it’s full of bunk. Genies can kill people, can raise the dead, (though I agree with Big Blue that it’s rarely very pretty: no one ever thinks to wish for the decomposition to stop) and we can make someone fall in love.

Sorry, Disney fans.

My master has none of those preferable attributes needed to complete your perfect, story-book hero. He’s old. He’s fat. He’s not too pretty. He’s perverted, and *so* not in the way I can subtly appreciate. He does have a quicksilver mind, but did you know quicksilver is just another word for mercury, which is oh so poisonous? Yeah. Think on that a moment. And he’s rich as hell but a complete miser. Hence the reason I have been stuck in this lovely little world called earth for three hundred, forty-two days, twenty hours, fifty-one minutes and fifty-five…fifty-six, fifty-seven…

Can you tell I’m bored? Besides, it’s fun counting up when everyone around you is counting down. New Years really lacks that panache it’s famous for when there’s only three seconds left and you’re the only one in the room who appears to be under the age of forty.

…Okay, so technically I’m older than all of them put together, but I’ve only been out of the bottle for a total of maybe 23 years max, and therefore, way too young for all these geezers. And now would probably be a good time to skedaddle. Yeah. Skedaddle.

“No thanks, old man. Not into wrinkly balls.” I shove the offending puckered lips far from my countenance and slide through the crowd, dodging old age overtures with a deftness and speed befitting someone of my nature. I know I’m hot, exotic, and above all, young looking but really. I mean, no. Really. Times like this make me wish I could actually ‘poof’ like Big Blue in Aladdin. Alas, much as it pains me, I am just not that cool. I make up for it in other ways.


***
No idea where this is going. Only that its name is Talasi, Tal for short. The genie has no gender, but appears as either male or female depending on the master's wishes (the current master changes his mind frequently). I think Tal prefers the male form, but as it has no choice in what gender it takes, it doesn't really matter. Besides, male or female, it remains more or less androgynous. And though it currently dresses in the traditional genie garb due to its master, it can change its clothes and bindings at will. For instance, instead of gold bands around the neck and wrists, they can become a pretty diamond necklace and tennis bracelets. Or punk rock wrist bands and a dog collar. Tal appreciates the aesthetics of both.

sick, sick, so fucking sick, and I just want to sleep but people on my hall are fucking loud. *hates on them* third night in a row I have been kept up by them and i'm stressed and not sleeping and just...argh!

/whiny emo rant.

Well isn't this ironic...

For those of you who don't go to my school, Hollins uses a lottery to allow people to choose their living space for the next year. Seniors have the numbers 1 through 299. I am number 10. 10! Alas, because I will be bunking up with juniors next year, I will not be able to use this awesomely low number. Anyone rooming with lowerclassmen has to wait until everyone in their class has gone before picking. ()*!@(*$*&!!!!!!11 Ah well. I'm putting this up hesitantly because we may already have it figured out, but if anyone wants to live in the apartments with me and ErinPirate (and most of all is willing to share a double), let me know. Everyone seems to want singles, but we really need a pair of roomies or we won't be able to get in.

In other news, working 45-55(usually closer to the 55) hours a week on top of schoolwork sucks. I really must do my taxes. And the school has yet again screwed me over money wise. But I have a job literally waiting for me (the guy actually told me, "we don't really have to interview...you know you have a job here any time you want it) that will pay between $8 and $10 an hour. So this summer I will be splitting my time between there, the cafe, and screwing with people's heads (yay research!). Much money will hopefully be had. Maybe it won't all go towards paying off my ridiculous credit card bills *grumbles about stupid cars costing beaucoup bucks* Speaking of said car, s/he is now fixed. So, in spite of the fact that Sammy has determined him/herself to be transgendered, s/he is officially straight!

...

WOE IS ME, MY BABY'S STRAIGHT! Ahahaha...ha. Wow I'm tired. But my pants are pretty now, or at least getting there (me an' Trix colored 'em good).

I have new userpics. Behold their beauty in the next few weeks, if I ever update. Mwah, ma peeps. *conks out*

I think these are both awesome, so I thought I'd share.

First, for those of you who are artists (or writers, really, because I can see it relating to fanfiction as well):
http://purrvert.net/afraidofadream/


And second, for all you Japanophiles out there, especially those who want to/are going to teach over there:
http://www.outpostnine.com/editorials/teacher.html

This guy is hilarious. My favorites so far are the 'Kids say the darndest things' ones.


And in other news, I just spent $120 on clothes that I really shouldn't have, but they are awesome. First up, a women's US army Air Corps uniform jacket, hat, and shirt from World War 2. Finding a women's uniform is fairly rare, just because there weren't many in the army. And it's in good shape, aside from a tiny bit of wear and tear, and what Kathy terms as "someone's been nibblin'". The second is a men's navy shirt from the same era. I actually would probably not have got it, but as I took it off after "playing dress up", I happened to see a flash of color. Turned it inside out, and stitched into the inner lining so it's completely invisible to the outside, is thise beautiful design in rainbow threads of a stylized ship and waves. I'd heard about people doing that sort of thing (but it was a different time period). I had to get it. Also thrown in for free by the lovely man? A pair of white women's gloves with very pretty stitching on them. Needless to say, I am estatic. And no, I'm not just going to hang them up and revere them or something, I'm going to damn well wear them because I think they do no good otherwise.

Anyways, pictures of that (and of the lovely Kathy, who was the esteemed photographer):
http://photobucket.com/albums/y206/K_Rayne/Senior_Year/

They start with the black and white ones. I hope it's okay Kathy, that I'm posting these *makes hopeful puppy face*. Please ignore the silly girl in the coats. She was satisfying her inner child. (and had a damn good time with it.)

Or, Lifetime Channel eats my brains.

I just watched the father from 7th Heaven make out (in the extremely involved, on the bed sort of way) with Felicity. From Felicity. It's like some horrible, horrible WB fanfiction gone grotesquely wrong.

Thank you, Lifetime, for this perversion of one phase of my adolescence.


PS. Don't ask why I'm watching Lifetime in the first place. Work eats my brains too. Let's just say that it involves laziness, lack of a remote control, and a morbid facination for the twisted and disturbing.


Edited to add: GAAAAAAAH! AND THE MOTHER FROM THE COSBY SHOW IS IN IT TOO! WHAT THE BLEEDING FUCK!?!?!?

Edited again: AND THE 7TH HEAVEN FATHER JUST BLEW UP THE COSBY SHOW MOTHER!!!

Edited once more: AND NOW HE'S TRYING TO RAPE FELICITY!

Oh my fucking god. Just. No. *turns off tv*

Okay, who do I pay for the Katsucon hotel, how, and how much? Because I have not heard anything about it aside from a brief conversation with Kathy and I'm getting antsy.

In other news, first day of school! Ugh, I have work the next four days too though. Sigh. Let the rat race begin, folks!

Oh, Christ on a cracker. From Narutofan.com

"The year 2006 is shaping up to be the year of Naruto as far as the anime scene in North America is concerned. And why should Halloween be any different? Along with the ghosts and goblins prouncing about your neighborhoods holding out their pillowcases for candy come this October 31st, you just may be seeing quite a few Naruto's and Sasuke's to go along with them too! This comes as no surprise really, but it has been announced that VIZ Media has teamed up with Disguise Inc (based in San Diego California) to deliver Halloween costumes to the masses in the USA and Canada this year. Of course it's not just about Halloween, as these costumes will surely be a fixture at many anime conventions to come as they are now. On a somewhat related Naruto merchandise sidenote, it has been just announced that the first Naruto game for the PS2 (Naruto: Narutimate Hero) will be coming to us completely translated this Summer, a few months after the much anticipated release of the Nintendo Gamecube and GBA Naruto games from D3Publishers of America and Bandai. Look for Naruto to become a staple in stores as VIZ still looks for licensees for: Back-to school, sporting goods, footwear, accessories (watches, eyewear), confections, health and beauty aids, and stationery."

I think I might cry if I ever walk into a walmart or something and find a Naruto tackle box or football. Or worse, Naruto lipstick. Eye shadow. Ramen scented bubble bath and perfume...gyuuuh... 0_o (that odd sound you hear would be the mass exodus of my brain from my skull)

Okay, so I have a question for you guys. You know how they have both an art auction and artist alley at Katsucon? Well, I'm thinking about doing the auction as well as artist alley. The kinko's here can make photo blankets, and they are a really nice quality. What I'd like to do is print one with one of my pictures and put it up in the auction. I would probably do the kyou picture since that one seems to be the most popular and besides, who wouldn't want to snuggle with a sleeping Kyou? The catch is that it costs about $80 dollars to make the blanket. Plus $10 to put it in auction.

So the question is, do you think I could feasibly sell a blanket for $100 or more? Would people be willing to pay that much? And my dad suggested making two, one for auction and one for display at the table so people could order a blanket if they wanted (this was before we knew how much they were though...). It takes 2 weeks to have it made, so I'd have to make a decision fairly soon. Besides, if I do do this, now would be the best time because I actually have some money. So what do you guys think? Worth it? Don't bother? Am I crazy? Tohma, I don't suppose there's anyway you could swing a discount? ;p

Speaking of which, TOHMA! Are you still offering to print stuff for us? Your mom (is it you mom that works there?) wouldn't get in trouble, would she? If you are, then when should I have them sent to you by?