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July 25th, 2007
08:31 pm - Crawling out of my hovel
After moving again and again, basically having no time for fun, and otherwise being a dull girl, I think it's time to get back on the wagon. I miss being involved with everything--even if it is through lurking and I definitely miss the people.
I can't remember who said it (maybe Kez?) but I'm definitely like a fandom zombie--every time I think I'm dead and gone, I surface in search of brains, er, fic :0)
So, here's hoping life doesn't take another unexpected twist and I can stay for awhile.
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October 27th, 2006
04:29 pm
In a random turn of events, our roommate(s) have decided to move with exactly two week notice. With nowhere to live on such sort notice, I'll be trekking back to Massachusetts early.
I think I'm ready, it was nice living out here and I very well might come back, but I miss the little things.
Last night, I was gobsmacked beyond belief when I found out that a good number of people around here actively dismiss science. As in "Dinosaurs didn't exist and it's all a trick by scientists and/or the devil." Now, I know not every thinks that, but to hear a guy studying chemistry say that he doesn't believe it's true and he's just doing it for the money, was a bit mind-breaking. He doesn't believe in neutrons and protons and elements...a *chemist*. I must have had my mouth hanging open for ten minutes. I...I... I'm still trying to reconcile the idea.
It made me realize that the people in our country are truly coming from very different places and I am in no way surprised that there are such divisions, political or otherwise.
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July 4th, 2006
12:21 pm - What's a fourth of July without fireworks?
Well,I had some potentially deadly fun in honor of our nation's happy day. Fireworks are legal to buy in outrageous quantities here and I figured: 'Hey, when else am I going to be able to buy an airborn missile-like object from a shack on the side of the road?' So we bought a bag of small ones. The big ones could cost up to a hundred dollars and had hilarious names like "Grave Digger" or, my favorite, "The Sexy Beast".
So we show up at the farm for a cookout/fireworks lighting extraveganza. Let's just say our bag of fireworks was mere child's play compared to what was going on. There were grown men, slightly drunk mind you, lighting off these great big fireworks (Grave Diggers and Sexy Beasts were only part of the selection) with blow torches . This is the point where I started laughing nervously.
So, I was quite pleased with myself for lighting my little firework and surviving when all of a sudden I hear screaming. I turned my head and all I saw was colorful flaming balls of death coming at me. I don't even remember running, I was standing up one minute and then I was twenty feet away on the ground. I was picturing the news soundbit as I crashed through a lawn chair "Tragedy strikes as a family cookout turns deadly, early reports indicate 'The Sexy Beast' is to blame."
This was one of the big ones and it didn't launch, so basically it continued to go off in all of it's glory while everyone ducked for cover. I had always morbidly wondered what would happen if that happened, and well, yeah. It was only in the car ride home that I noticed my hair was burned on one side! Scary stuff. But everyone was OK. There was a truly a movie-esque moment went the sparks from that one shot into the pile of other fireworks and set a few off.
In summary: Fireworks are very fun. Fireworks could maim you.
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June 25th, 2006
02:21 am
I think I need to get a job. Money would be a plus, but I think i'm just starting to drift into non-productiveness. It's my theory that if I have less time, I might use it better (?) Okay, maybe it's more of a hypothesis. Anyhoo, I'm giving myself til the end of the month to get my butt in gear.
I'm thinking it might be a nice change to work with people again. I spend so much time working alone that I've been naming my paintbrushes and having conversations. 'Larry' has been having problems with 'Big Bristle', aka 'B.B.', because B.B. has moving in on 'Carol', Larry's ex. Larry spends alot of time out of the water dish ( which is entirely my fault because he's my favorite brush) so there is furtile grounds for suspicion. So far, there had been only significant glances and silent accusations, but any day now I'm expecting big developements.
I came home to crazy people in my living room, in assorted phases of drunkeness and had crazy flashbacks to college. I think I freaked out a bit inside, just becacause I'm really trying to move past all that and don't want my "fortress of productivity" to turn into a booze cruise. That, and the clerk at CVS told me I looked sixteen today, so my last shred of percieved maturity has been trampled. I'm an adult, damn it.
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June 11th, 2006
02:21 am
Spent a girls night out barhopping. We wound up in a club and for some reason I was the skeezy guy magnet. Seriously, do people say hello anymore or do they just ram their crotch at you? Maybe I missed the memo. Besides the militant crotches, it was a rather fun evening.
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June 8th, 2006
12:38 am
Geez. There's so much going on, I don't even know where to start. In Oklahoma, safe and sound. Saw my first armadillo (alas, roadkill). Successfully relaxing. No tornadoes. Went to my first huge Powow. Met some really nice people. No exciting romantic prospects. Attempted evangelizations: 1 (It was a very close call, luckily I got away with only a pamphet.)
I bought a car today. It's used and pretty old, but the mechanic said it was in good shape. I'm crossing my fingers he wasn't on the take. He seemed on the up and up, though I don't know how trustworthy guys with no front teeth and a mullet are. I think I'm feeling good about it. I'm making myself feel good about it. I'm not letting myself think about how much of a crap shoot it probably is. I think the scary part is that I'm kind of an adult now. I'm renting my own place, have my own car for the first time. Scary stuff.
Poker tournament tonight was baaaaaaaaaaaad. I really only just learned to play and my brother's like "Hey, join our weekly game. It'll be fun." And I'm tenatively thinking I could possible do ok...yeah, big mistake. Apparently, half the people attending were semi-professional and compete yearly at the World Poker Championship in Vegas and are math geniuses and probably have cured world hunger in their spare time. Combine that with the fact I had extactly two playable hands in two hours = me losing BAD. It was intimidating that these guys could play drunk and still have a better grasp of what was going on. I mean, I was entertained while losing, but I think I'll pass next time.
I haven't painted yet. I've been laying out a new book, so I guess that counts as working...eh, not really. I could be doing much more and I know it. I really need to kick it up and maximize my time. Note to me: Work, damn you.
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June 1st, 2006
05:01 pm - Egg!
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May 11th, 2006
12:00 am
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear God.
I was dreading dinner tonight. But it was just great. Honestly, it was like I was Ms. Charisma and I was totally holding my own with the bigwigs. And to top it all off, I got the first copy of the book (Squeeeeeeeeeee!) It was seriously a culmination of so much work and ambition that actually holding it in my hands was overwhelming. Some of the colors were off (the blues didn't print so well) and the way they cropped some things was wonky, but overall I was happy with the reproductions. And, if that wasn't enough, they handed me the fall catalogue and there was my illustration on the cover. I was floored. I seriously kept mumbling "Oh, my GOD" over and over.
I'm just giggly.
I really want to do another one, because I know I could do better. I learned so much the first time and it was really like being thrown in the deep end to do a children's book right out of school with no expereince. I was thrashing around, and some of the art suffered, I know it did. If I had it again to do right now, i would have done so many things differently. But whatever, I'm giddy. Positively giddy.
And when Mom read it and she saw it was dedicated to her, she got all misty-eyed.
Squeeeee! Just flat out Squeeeee!
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May 1st, 2006
11:27 pm
Wow. Johnny Damon sure had class. Even with all those people booing him, he just smiled and waved. I really wish they wouldn't have been so mean to him. I can see maybe booing once and then let the thing go, but geez. They were throwing things at him and everything. That just makes all the fans look bad. I mean, he did a lot of great things for the community and he is, by all accounts, a genuinely nice guy.
I kinda felt bad for him. Then I remembered he's got all those millions of dollars to roll in :0)
I'm happy that Mirabelli came back. They said he flew cross country, hopped off a plane, jumped into a police car and changed in the backseat then ran through the backdoor of the stadium ten mintues before the start. The newscaster is like "We have a convoy coming to the park, it is very likey Mirabelli is on one of those cars- Wait, no. It's just the Govenor. We'll let you know if anyone who matters shows up." And it's funny, because it's true that the back-up catcher is way more important to millions of people than Mitt Romney will ever be.
Also happy that we beat the Yankees...never thought that would happen, with the way they've been playing. Hopefully this will be a turn around.
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April 26th, 2006
10:48 am
Am presently crippled because I didn't stretch well enough before exercise. Currently shuffling around like an old man. Finally booked flight for Oklahoma. Am nervous for dinner with publisher, have nothing new to show. Crawling to finish line on being ready for the design show. Need to paint more. Want to be in Oklahoma.
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April 25th, 2006
01:19 pm
Cape was wonderful. Relaxing. Made me realize how completely stupid and hectic day-to day-life is. I think it made it that much worse to come back. Within five minutes of getting in the door, I was bombarded by everything I had left.
Venting ahoy:
CB has been going out of his way to prove that he doesn't care about me. To the point of being rude and mean. I have cried exactly twice this year and both instances were because of him. I could deal with our friendship ending, I could learn to live with the hurt feelings etc, if only he didn't have to call me every week and be a jerk. Everytime I get over him, he has to call and open up all the wounds again.
We do not hang out. Period. It went from twice a week no matter how busy we were to "I'm going to be busy for the next month...I'll call you, maybe." Today I called him back after a weekend of miscommunications (I was away, he forgot. His big show was this weekend, etc) I proceeded to ask him about his show, it went great, I was happy for him. We talked for a bit, he never asked about how I was doing or anything. We haven't talked in weeks. He knows what kind of stuff I've been going through and he still didn't ask. I know it's not a big deal, but for him, that said alot to me. Usually its the first thing out of his mouth. In fact, after he was done talking about himself, he said abruptly, 'We'll I'm going to go buy coffee now.' and that was it. I literally stared at the phone in my hand for a good minute after he hung up.
I don't want to talk to him. I don't return his calls immediately anymore, I haven't asked if he wants to hang out. But I'm still pretending that I don't see his behavior. I'm all chipper and sunshine when I talk to him because I don't want to give him a reason to act the way he does. It's all on him as far as I'm concerned. I think he wants me to be mad at him so it will be easier for him to break it off emotionally. It's almost like he's goading me. I also think it's because I'm moving soon.
That makes it the most sad for me in a way. The last chapter for us is hurt feelings and miscommunications. I almost can't let it go. He was the first person I ever really felt understood me and accepted me. He's the first person I told things I haven't told even my best friends. He was my best friend.
The friendship is gone. I know that now. And it's gone because he wants it gone. I have tried very hard to treat him the same and be just as friendly as I was before. I haven't said anything negative to him.
Why does he have to make it nasty like this?
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April 21st, 2006
10:47 am
Going to the Cape for the weekend. Wooooooooohoooooooooo!!!! And I repeat: Woohoo! We're going to a sort of Murder Mystery themed weekend at a bed and breakfast. It should be interesting if nothing else and *hilarious* if all goes how I think it will. That and the beach, food and general getting-away will be wonderful. Ah. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. Yay!
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April 20th, 2006
12:10 am
Buona Pasqua! Oy, thank God Lent is over. I know it's supposed to be a time of deep meditative thought and all, but I was having serious withdrawl from chocolate and could think of little else ( shallow, I know :0) )
I think I've been officially disowned by my family this year by proclaiming I don't like pasta in any of its forms. My mother is in a sort of denial. She keeps repeating "But you're Italian, you can't mean that!" or, "I'll call Uncle Vido on you" or, my personal favorite, "*Gasp* Not so loud! Oh, if anyone finds out about this, they'll think I'm a bad mother." I've been hinting at it for years, saying it rather nicely, but it's cheerfully ignored and they insist I *love* it. So, this year at easter dinner, I yelled across the room that no, I would not like a double helping of stuffed ravioli because I don't like it. "What?" My aunts looked at me quite puzzled. I. Don't. Like. Pasta. There was a sort of silence. My mother put her head in her hands and I could swear she said "you're not my child". I felt like I might have actually made some headway, but five mintues later they were saying how I just wanted to save room for dessert. I failed to mention that I've never liked cannolis either.
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April 10th, 2006
11:01 pm
Day six of the roofing saga: Intrigue, bribes and brazen theivery.
It turns out there is a roofing turf war going on and an epic battle is playing out on my front lawn:
Not twenty four hours after the job was completed, two guys showed up and took all the advertising the company had put up. They said that they were "taking it back to the store because they were running low on signs." We're like, "Sure, go for it."
The next day, the company drove by and asked where their sign was. We told them that one of their guys took it. They looked at us strangely. None of them had taken it.
It turns out all the competition has been trying to sabatoge them and goes around to their job sites and steals their stuff. The two guys we talked to were imposters. I got SO angry. These idiots came in our yard, had the audacity to lie to our faces, have a conversation with us, steal something right in front of us and then drive off. I mean it wasn't a diamond ring, it was a stupid plastic sign, but I still felt violated in a way. That someone would do that in broad daylight without thinking twice.
I seriously could be heard muttering "Brazen Miscreants!" for the rest of the day. The only thing that made it worse was that they company was offering a nice reward for the liscense plate of the theives and we were so close but we didn't think to look. Arg!
Confession: I've taken to ducking down in the front window, hoping they'll strike twice so I can get that reward :0)
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April 6th, 2006
12:46 pm
So, the inevitable pounding was only delayed. The roofing guys showed up a half hour early and yours truly was still in bed. I heard a van door slam and had an "oh shit" moment as I flew out of bed and somehow managed to put on a pair of jeans and one contact lens in about thirty seconds. So I'm standing with one eye closed, in bare feet, and half dressed, trying to show the guys where to go ( still half alseep mind you).
The dog is freaking out because she has an absolutely wussy fear of noises. (Like any noise. Like a truck driving by.) When I went to take her for a walk, I opened the door to find a two-foot tall pile of debris blocking the whole door. This was the case in front of every door. So I had to climb over it, carrying the dog and trying not to trip over electric wires and such.
The only good thing is, I think they're making up for yesterday because their working super fast and might be done in one day *crosses fingers*
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April 5th, 2006
05:02 pm
Snow Day!
Ok...so not really, but it felt like one. I was up at the crack of dawn to wait for the roofing guys to come. Then it started snowing and I was crossing my fingers they would have to cancel. And after hours of waiting, they finally called and said they couldn't come. So I basically had the day off with no loud pounding. I got right my pajamas and jumped into my nice warm bed with a mug of tea...It. Was. Heaven. I think most of the joy comes from the fact it was supposed to be a crappy day and it suddenly became the best day ever.
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March 27th, 2006
04:42 pm
I had the most humorous conversation with my mother about the definition of being "gay". Now, generally, she's quite opposed to discussing anything like that, partly because we have differing views of the acceptabilty of being gay. But I actually got her to admit that there was nothing wrong with someone being sexually attracted to the member of the same sex, and even expressing that attraction the same way a heterosexual couple would (kissing, making out, etc) This was a big win in the on-going discussion and was not funny so much for the content as the look on her face and the ensuing question that followed:
She turned to me, very seriously, and said "I have to ask, honey, because you're my daughter...Is there something I should know?"
And I replied, with the same seriousness. "Mom, I'm a gay man."
She looked somewhat sheepish.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) amused
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March 24th, 2006
11:01 pm
So, in a random turn of events, I shall be moving to Oklahoma in about a month to live with my brother and his friends. We talked about it this winter, and I didn't think it was actually going to happen, but it did and I'm pretty excited. I've been needing a change for awhile, really ever since the summer. I'm not working effeciently where I am, where other people's needs generally take precedence. I want to be able to be carefree, even for a little while before things become more complicated than they already are.
Of course, my happiness/excitement is tempered by the worst possible situation. Rumor has it, my dear father is living within an hour of where I'll be living. I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that yet. Apparently, he visits my brother bi-weekly. Considering I've only seen him once in the past ten years and have not even known where he was most of my life, I'm anticipating major akwardness. I'm not too happy. My mother says I have unresolved anger. I say that's an understatement. My brother says he'll lie and say I'm not there, but it'll only be a matter of time before he finds out. Sigh.
But hopefully the good will outweigh the bad and it will be a good life-expereince, and I'll get some time to paint.
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March 15th, 2006
01:01 am
I'm having issues with:
1)( World Baseball Classic )
2)( My Web of Lies )
Congrats to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dreadpiratedope for getting a job, I knew those shamrocks I bought you would be good luck.
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February 22nd, 2006
04:45 pm
So, on a whim, I decided to watch the movie Newsies. I haven't seen in over a year, so I figured I might be forgeting something.
( Anyhoo...yeah, bad idea )
On an unrelated note: Curling is my new favorite non-sport.
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