| The token once-in-a-blue-moon post. Woohoo! |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|03:33 am] |
Well, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blackheisei and I have finally finished settling into our new apartment. We live together. Dear god. The world is doomed.
Or at least Mason, OH is. I've already traumatized the power guy. :P
As of yet... nothing too exciting.
My computer is heavily infected with a virus (Didn't I just go through this, wtf?) and even after a reset to factory settings is only good for looking at jpegs and watching old animes burned to disk. Which is a marked improvement from what it HAD been doing, so there you go. ~_~
I'm getting really sick of having to replace my computer every three or four years, therefore I've finally broken down and decided that I will be buying a damn Mac.
Dear god I can hear Meredeth laughing at me from here.
Although I haven't done it yet since I made an oath that I would only buy it after I made an equal amount at my new job. Especially since I am the bank of this operation at the moment due to Jenny's weird job withholding her first paycheck until the end. O.o;;
It won't be long, but still. I'm dying, man. I'm dying.
Hmm... rent, computer, rent, computer.
Heh.
Kitana would like to learn "poop!" Kitana can only learn 4 moves. Discard an old move?
Anyway, one of my friends gave me her old Gamecube and as a result, absolutely nothing of consequence is being accomplished in this apartment. ^___^;;;
Jenny has been gaming with me by proxy; spending a surprisingly large amount of the time I spend gaming seated beside me, computer on lap, being players' guide slash peanut gallery and moral support as I nerd my way through Eternal Darkness, Resident Evil 4, and Resident Evil. Mmmm yes zombies yessss. :)
Things are finally settling down, in any case.
As soon as I get that new computer I will be back online with a vengeance for the first time in years.
Seriously, you guys will be sick of me. XD
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| Back from Bermuda and the twenteth century. One big modern mess. |
[Aug. 23rd, 2009|03:21 am] |
Haha! Back from our trip (which was a whopping success, might I say. More on that later.)
Anyways, this is just a quick post since I am clearing out the junk in my room in preparation for moving and in the process ran across some of my old sketchbooks; one of which is chalk full of ancient GW art and junk. Old stuff, from back when I was still in high school, a newbie to the fandom, and apparently had nothing better to do with my time than to draw half naked Duos and Heeros with entirely too pronounced clavicles and abs.
Stuff even I'D forgotten I'd drawn and, dear god, I kinda wish it had stayed that way.
Anyway, after the initial cringe and nostalgic chuckle, I was going to trash it and felt a conscience-stricken twinge at the blasé chucking of what had to have been the byproduct of 75% of my time in Algebra class, and the reason why I consistanly scored Cs and below, was consequently imprisoned in Sylvan for a summer, and why dad went prematurely salt and pepper around the temples.
So I figured I'd first offer it here on the off-chance someone may want it before it goes to the great landfill in the sky.
That is to say, SHITTY OLD SKETCHBOOK UP FOR GRABS.
If you want it, comment and it's yours. XP
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| So this is the post I've been avoiding since April. |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|12:24 am] |
The one where I commit to a plan of action involving, yes, the infamous LA thing.
Mainly because many factors involved kept fluctuating and the line between "a calculated risk" and "eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die" was very fine indeed.
Up until about two days ago our plan was to rent a moving truck, tow one car, drive the other, and KOA (don't ask me what that stands for - Jenny has explained it to me on several occasions and not only have I failed to remember, but also still continue to mis-pronounce it KIA half the time. It's got to do with camping.) it out to an expensive sardine can apartment in the Los Feliz area of LA, land amazing jobs within a month, get rich quick, move to our mansion, and within the year have the results of our respective careers be nominated for the Golden Globes and the Special Olympics... or whatever it is kindergarteners move on to doing with their lives. XD ::Is wounded by Jenny::
Now, I know what you're thinking: "That's not realistic at ALL, you'd NEVER be able to pull that off, are you NUTS?!"
I know. I know. That's why Jenny's parents and our friend Ariel were coming with us so we could rotate driving shifts.
See?
We had it covered.
Anyways, ideally none of this would involve us not finding high-paying enough jobs in the poor economy, running out of money, being committed to a lease for our expensive-ass breadbox for an entire year, becoming crystal meth-heads, and having to cannibalize Jenny in order to survive.
Nah, I'm just kidding, I'd never do that.
The groceries I could buy from the money I'd make pimping her out would by far exceed the amount of Jenny-jerky I could subsist on in the same period of time.
Anyways, that's about the time when a few important things fell through and we realized that forcing ourselves (and by ourselves I mean mainly me) to postpone the move for a year for her to get job experience (not to mention allow her teacher's license to get processed), me to rebuild my portfolio in a stronger way geared more towards what my recent interviews tells me they are looking for, and us to earn money and attempt to acquire jobs BEFORE making the leap... MIGHT not be a bad idea.
Which is what we are going to do. But still living together. I'm done with being on the "milk train" as dad calls it. Not for a year at age 24, nuh-uh, no way, none of that. Nope. That's a nugatory Captain.
Though that still leaves all the KIAs we've already paid for, plus the week Ariel already asked off from work, as well as the plane tickets for the return trip FROM Cali.
So did we cancel them?
Nooooooooooooo. We decided to rent a car and drive cross-country anyway.
Why?
For the hell of it.
...Because we're stupid.
Also because it's actually relatively (ha ha) cheap and idle curiosity demands to know what happens when you trap three girls on a sugar high (cinnabons) in close quarters (mid-size, quote endquote) with the world's best audiobook ever (Jenny reading Sunshine by Robin McKinley aloud; hence the cinnabons -- if you've read it, you'll know it) over the distance of half a continent (1899 miles) spiced with grandparents, St. Louis Arch, Grand Canyon, and camping in Las Vegas (to taste) shake well and upend in my aunt's lap in Los Angeles (she'll never know what hit her) to pile them all on a plane and send 'em right back to the start. (Do not pass go, definitely do not collect $200 dollars.)
HAHAHAHA!
Haha!
Ha.
haaaa...
No, seriously.
I'm not kidding.
We leave on the 17th.
(Make that really REALLY stupid. XP)
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| Well crap. Hold that thought. |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|09:31 pm] |
Still trying to find my camera cord in my plethora of moving boxes so that I can upload those pictures.
As for what I've been up to... ah, where to start.
Well, there's no way I'm going to fit it all in one post, and I guess the best way to go is sequentially, so:
THE MOVE FROM SAVANNAH.
Hahaha! Because road trips always go so well when I'm involved. Also moving. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson from back with Jenny.
At least I was properly dressed this time.
Well, when mom heard I was moving back to Ohio (temporarily, waiting for my best friend to graduate because then we can move out to LA together.) she insisted on driving up in The Beast (the nickname for our giant Econoline van from high-school years) rather then allowing me to save her the trouble and money by just renting a U-haul.
Oh no.
lkdfjlasj
God, for some reason making the post is like pulling teeth. I have no attention span recently. This is so much easier to tell in person.
Type... erase... type... erase.... (After 50th interruption by brother: ::eyetwitch::)
And then we drove home, happily ever after, the end! ::Goes to watch Naked Gun with sibling to circumvent danger of jail time due to impending fratricide::
End daydream.
Sigh.
::stares idly at the computer screen for another half hour::
I'm going to go look for that cord again.
I'll be back. |
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| Cal, I'm in one of these boxes. Find me. |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|12:03 am] |
This is like a travel game! Guess which state I'm in now? WHO KNOWS! HAHAHAHA!
...Btw... uh, hi. Does anyone here remember who I am? No? Okay that's nice. Guess I kinda dropped the ball on that one, huh? ahahahaa..... Was sorta afraid to make this post 'cuz I think I'll get beaten up by at least three people. ^.^;;
Well, this last year has been hectic so what can ya do?
Since I made my last post... ah, geez. Everything has happened. I've triangulated the coastal US: Savannah, San Fransisco (twice), Sonoma, LA, Michigan, Indiana, and am currently in Ohio cleaning out my childhood stuff from my parents house in preperation for the move out to LOS ANGELES! next month.
Damn I have a lot of crap.
God, what was wrong with me? In what world is collecting animal-shaped candles a legitimate hobby? Because you can't burn em. Well, technically you can, I guess, but there's not really much that's more depressing than lighting a unicorn's head on fire and watching it bleed into a puddle of purple nothingness with the occational unmelted ear poking out. Great.
Uh. Sidetracked, sorry. Uhm, yes, cleaning, crabs, moving, cleaning again, wine, wine, more wine, Venice beach, clubbing, Alcatraz, racecars, anime.... Jenny... uh...... RENFEST! This weekend. First one I've been to in like four years, I'm psyched!
I'm sorta blabbering now. Delaying the inevitable.
Okay.
I'm ready.
Stone me. ::cringes and posts::
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| Whuh. |
[Apr. 16th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
Well, this is fun.
Not slacking off; for once, this is not my fault. ^_^;;; Things are very hectic right now. I'm on a time limit here, so I'll tell you later.
...When I can. ::facepalm::
My stupid pc got a virus and died (again) so I am computerless at the moment (sob) and will be for a few weeks more, since this is just about the most amazing timing ever for that to happen, thank you computer god. Thank you very much.
Otherwise, things are going well, thanks for your replies to my last chaotic hippy post. Promise I'll explain later.
Shoot I only have three minutes left.
Kisskiss yall. |
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| My life just came to a turning point... and I think it gave me whiplash. |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
Today was the strangest day I've ever had. Lol
Well, ok, maybe not the strangest - this is ME after all - but one that feels strangely fated.
It's impossible to describe what occurred but a series of unfortunate events (lol) caused me to come to an epiphany, with the end result that - two weeks from now - there is a strong possibility I will have left Georgia behind me for good and be living in...
Los Angeles, California!
Two weeks!!
...woah.
I'm not a hundred percent decided yet, but the odds are very (very) good that this move will occur.
I'm out of college, I'm saving some money where I am, but not much (certainly not enough to say that sitting here on my bum is truly worth it,) the bosses for my stable job are cheap and just reduced our pay so now I'm making even LESS, and the jobs for the field I specialize in are out there and definitely not here, and two of my three roommates are abruptly splitting up so I'd either have to roommate hunt or move anyway. Among other things.
I've been saying I intend to move out there for years and haven't done it because the odds were stacked against me and the idea of jumping blind scares the CRAP outta me.
I feel like Fate is giving me a push out of Georgia. It's time. I think if I sit here waiting for things to be absolutely perfect before I make a move, I will end up waiting forever.
Time to take charge of my life.
BRING IT.
But oh god, is it scary. ^_^;
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| Back off, I say! ::spritzes anything with a Y chromosome:: |
[Mar. 13th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
I think I must be getting around the age where men really get desperate. I've never had so many guys after me in my life.
.... Guys not hobos, I mean.
But hobos too, of course, since I am the Hobo Queen.
Speaking of which, hobo story time!
So it was after dark and my roommie had to go to the store. She asked me to accompany her and I agreed; the store was in an area that was not the safest after dark. She followed my lead on the way there as I took a detour around Forsyth Park, explaining that after hours it wasn't the best idea to walk through there. Hobos sleep there. Punks meet up there. I have a friend that was mugged there. God knows what else goes on, it is a big park and only the perimeter is lighted.
But that park is a mile around and, laden with groceries on the way back, does she listen to me? Noooooooooooooo.
Nicken was determined. "I'll just scream," was her solution.
::sighhh::
So she went and I had to go too because, short of carrying her, there was no way I was going to talk her out of cutting across that park.
Two is better than one, right? I figured, hey, worse comes to worst I could always use the five million pounds of tofu she was making me carry as a bludgeoning tool.
Two blocks later it suddenly turned into a B-movie scene that was so cliche it was almost comical.
Now, Savannah's "winter" is basically a perpetual autumn. The dead leaves drop off only when the new spring buds push them out and, as March more or less begins Savannah spring, the ground is currently a brown carpet that crackles when you step on it.
( Which is why she knew the instant someone started following us. )
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| ...Guh. x_x |
[Feb. 23rd, 2009|11:40 pm] |
Well, turns out it's not the computer that has the virus... It's ME! Haha! Ha ha ha!
....haaa. Ha.
::is shot::
Woke up this morning fevered, with a throat that felt like I'd spent the night snorting wasabe powder or something.
It burrrnss us, yes it does precious. D:
So I did the logical thing.
I rolled out of bed, dressed up, stopped by the store and bought some wine, then went to a party and spent half the night screaming ki attacks at Wii Tenkaichi Budokai. Heck yea!
Of course, now I actually sound like Gollum, too.
WHO WANTS TO KISS ME! XDDDD
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| This is what withdrawal feels like, I just know it. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2009|04:37 am] |
This is all kinds of not good. In removing my old version of Photoshop from my computer, I think I may have deleted some files that my new(er) version of Photoshop needed. Now it won't open.
::sobs and thumps feebly on the computer screen:: Why are you doing this to me, computer? Why! Bring it back, I'm sorry bring it back....
I want to draw.... T_T
::curls up underneath her desk clutching the Wacom pen and shivering::
Edit: Please oh please let it be that and not that my computer has a virus. I will just end myself. I really will.
RETURN OF THE EDIT: Crisis averted! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou Hawk!!! |
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| I am all technified and pretty |
[Feb. 18th, 2009|04:14 pm] |
I haz digital camera!!
And I'm feeling the noob-photographer's urge to take pictures of dumb shit.
What to shoot, what to shoot.
...HA!
I'm sitting in the middle of Historic Savannah with all it's gorgeous architecture and beautiful landscape and I can't figure out what to take pictures of.
I guess it's time to go on an adventure. Where's Gon?! Gon's coming with me. |
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| Man, I've got the art bug again. |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|10:00 am] |
Well, it's official.
I've had so many people tell me I should serialize my occasional day-to-day comics that I've decided to give it a go, starting over from the title page, which I will post here. The rest (as they come) are going up in The BS.
This is going to be fun. XD
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| Sooo I got this new bra... |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|09:05 pm] |
I call it my Torpedo Bra. My coworkers think it's funny and have attempted to ninja it off me on three different occasions . All have failed, which is why it doubles as The Chastity Bra.
I was delighted when I found it. It's the first I've ever had that successfully manages corral the girls. The band alone is about 4 inches thick. The shoulder straps are like an inch and a half wide each and are made of the cloth equivalent of damascus. The cups are deep, there's no chance for escape. When I wear it, oh my god, you can actually see my waist. I have a waist.
It's like Iron Man; I practically need Jarvis to get me out of it. I'd wear this bra forever.
...Or so I thought.
Half a year later, I am seriously becoming concerned that my tahs are going to snap my collarbone in thirds. I have horrible visions of my body collapsing like an oversized coat on a weak hanger.
Suddenly the fact that if I do not wear proper support now, in forty years time I'll be able to draw a line between my nipples and get my navel seems a whole lot less pressing to me.
And people think I get these shoulders from swimming. Seriously, ow.
This is ridiculous. Why do I have to cart this stupid blubber around if I'm never even going to need them. Give it to someone who wants it. Geez.
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| HA! HA! |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|04:21 pm] |
I WIN. ::smirk:: Yeha, that's right. Mess with Kitana and she'll give you deep kisses with concrete.
::does a stupid little victory dance::
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
THAT'S IT!!! I'M PISSED OFF! THIS MEANS WAR!
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[Jan. 26th, 2009|12:51 pm] |
Ok.
Okay!
ok.
This is a test this is a test. Obviously Fate is testing my perseverance and ability to stand under fire.
I'm ok. I got it.
I'm gonna go do something arbitrary. Shake it off. Yeah.
....
Where the hell is my bathing suit?
I'm going jogging on the beach until I collapse and then I'm going for a dunk in the ocean afterwards.
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| Shiiiit. |
[Jan. 26th, 2009|12:11 pm] |
Digital cameras are expensive. Hide costs on you. Memory cards. Chargers. BAH. This better be one freaking amazing camera.
Where were the days when they included all that shit in the price upfront? I just spent WAAAY more than I was expecting.
::kinda grouchy about this::
No, screw grouchy. I'm pissed off.
I wish I'd known. I coulda lived without it.
Also, I just realized that I drank my entire gallon of milk in less than a day and now I have to go buy more. >.<;;
I am a black hole for money. T_T
AAARGGHHH! Why are things SUCKING so hard today?! ::screams into pillow::
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| Artists' High |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|06:41 pm] |
I am a woman possessed!
I'm actually working on this sweet completely fucked up traditional piece that I'm gonna give to my grandma for her birthday and see what happens. ::grins:: Between that and working on the comic Heisei and I have started, I'm having a lot of fun. Too much fun. I don't want to stop.
The last time I ate was an avocado with lime yesterday at noon - I can't be bothered with trivial things like food - and I give up my waking hours very grudgingly. Lol I think this piece is turning me into a stage one narcoleptic.
I have successfully culled out any interferring logical function from the left side of my brain and now that it has shut the heck up there is only ART.
I'm also toying with the idea of breaking out the four foot canvas and starting that as well. Since I'm here. :D OMG THIS IS LIKE CRACK!
wOOT i heart being an artist. :3
Srsly, I wouldn't give this up for the world.
But after this, I'm mentally skint. No one's allowed to have ANY birthdays for at least three months. >.<;
PS - Jenny, I'm grabbing a nap or I will pass out at the computer, but if I sleep through my alarm again and am not back online by nine, you call me and wake my ass up.
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| I'm miserably southernized. |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|09:30 am] |
It's 28 degrees outside (70 according to my thermostat... what the heck, is it in celsius or something? O.o;) and I'm cold.
I'm doing a wash so that I can have some winter clothes to wear and, let me tell you, I'm THIS close to climbing into the dryer with them.
This bloody fluctuating temperature... I can't acclimate.
I miss the days in Ohio when I'd think nothing of walking to the neighbor's house down the street in ankle-high snow wearing shorts and a t-shirt and no shoes.
O sweet days of warmth, where have you gone?
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And I don't mean Savannah 100 degree humid summer "warmth", either.
On a different note, I'm starting up a new blog. Feel free to visit; I'm still working on it, but it'll be my day-to-day blog with updates about all the stupid shit I get myself into, as well as art, and digital pictures of random crap I find interesting because I can. If you're just interested in fandom stuff (that is, what's left of it. XP) stick with this one.
Pleez to be not mentioning boixboi butseks in my new blog.
I'd like to give out that blog to my RL friends and family as well and, while I don't intend to hide anything, there are just some lines you don't cross with people you encounter face-to-face on a daily basis.
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