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I think I'm going to be starting over elsewhere with a blank slate. Or maybe I'll just overhaul Honeytown. Regardless, I apologize for leaving this unattended for so long.

Adieu

Fwoosh.

Oh, right. A real update. About stuff.

Let's see...

I've not even hardly begun to move North. I think I'm going to have a garage sale on Wednesday and Saturday next week, and up for sale will probably be a bunch of things that I don't actually want to get rid of but just plain don't have room for at Drac's house.

Sure, some of my stuff is up there. But I'm still carting a duffel bag between home and there every time I go to see him. Spend three days there, come back for four, go spend three more.

It's a little hectic sometimes.

Last week his grandpa passed away- I never really had the chance to know him- not really. I think I met him a grand total of about six times, including about two days before he died. It really kinda threw me. His grandpa had remarried after his dad's mom passed away- so Grandma M is actually his step-grandma... but she's so sweet.

I hope she'll be okay.

It was a beautiful ceremony at Jeff Barracks. We'll both have to go out and visit our grandpas together there, sometime. I miss my grandpa.

The doctor's seeing me every two weeks now, and the Wednesday before last she said "Welcome to your third trimester!". I love my doctor- she's awesome. Really bright smile and always very polite and friendly. The baby's doing well- or as well as can be expected. I apparently have to go out and find iron supplements. (Eh, there are worse things.)

I'm not as nervous as I used to be. I just have to trust that everything's going to be okay. The baby's going to be healthy, I'm going to have health care through the end of the pregnancy, and everything's going to be okay.

Time to mess with my Template again...

Okay, so Jeff, the dude who did the Launchcast "What I'm listening to" thingy in the sidebar apparently sold out to someone. That "Zope.net" or whatever it was that kept popping up every time I went to look at my blog was getting annoying.

Oh, well- I haven't really listened to Yahoo! Music in a good year and a half or so, so I'm not terribly broken up over taking it off my sidebar.

It was nice while it lasted.


Enetation is still not behaving, but I'm not taking it off my template yet. It's hidden because it's down, so that's good enough for me.

*exhale*

Okay, now that I have the rant out of my system...

Life is good.

I made enough that I get a decent amount for unemployment, Medicaid pulled through, and I think everything's going to be okay. We'll have to see what life looks like on the other side of three months from now, but I think everything's going to be okay.

Sucks that it behooves me not to be married while I'm on Medicaid. I know a few of my relatives aren't happy about that... but I have to do what's best for the baby- and I can't get a job that pays more than unemployment without losing medicaid priveliges. And no job- no matter what anyone tells me- gives health care immediately.

So I'm between a rock and a hard place.


But it could be a helluvalot worse.

Birthday for me!

Tomorrow, anyway.

I used to be all grumpy when my birthday would fall on Mother's Day. I guess it's that selfish-"I-dun-wanna-share" mentality that kids can have about birthdays and holidays. But I'm pretty sure that things are probably going to change concerning that, too.


The Youtube contest was supposed to post semi-finalists yesterday, but they haven't put anything up yet. It's painful, it's frustrating, it's...

not like I'm going to win.

But I DO want to see who the semi-finalists are! Especially to find out if this guy's in them.



Because he deserves it.

But there are easily over 300 responses to the original vid, and of them probably about 124 followed the rules for entry. Including mine. That's a MASSIVE amount of vids to go through.

Saying Goodbye~

Last day of work today.

I clock in tonight, work twelve hours, and then come back to pick up my last paycheck on the seventh.

For all intents and purposes, we are closed. We haven't had hardly any calls on the day shift, night shift's a joke. The only reason they didn't transfer us to day shift like everyone else was because it wasn't worth the effort. (Not to mention the fact that Paul would've thrown a hissy fit. He likes to throw hissy fits... I think he's a little too in touch with his inner child sometimes.)

Seven of us have jobs lined up. One of them is a manager.

I think I'm going to sit on unemployment for a while and beg health insurance from Medicaid. Even if I can't stay with my current OB- if I have Medicaid, at least I CAN go to a doctor.

I'll be moving to North County pretty soon. They're clearing a space for me... for us. I don't see it happening until June, probably.


I'm going to miss working for Adam's Mark. But it's good to be off the yo-yo string. It'll be nice to be on level ground again- even if that means being unemployed.

SO Excited...

We get to find out what the baby is on Wednesday!!

And I got my taxes e-filed. TurboTax.com told me that I should be getting the biggest refund I've ever had. With losing my job, that'll be really helpful...

It's strange, knowing that I'm moving out of the Ballwin house in about six or eight weeks. It all depends on when they make room for me at their place. There's a lot of things for me to pack. All my books... again. Everything in my bureau, for the most part. The buffet table will have to be cleared and emptied. And my computer- they still don't know where they're going to put it.

I'm going to get a house key.

It's really kinda scary. But that's only because it's a big step, and I'm skipping that whole "living on my own/in my own apartment" thing that I always imagined would happen to me first. New house, new rules. God, I'm gonna miss this place.

Purple. Totally.

It's the weirdest thing.

Over the past few months, my dreams have been getting strange and vivid. Not that I haven't had strange dreams in the past. I have. And I've had vivid, consuming dreams before, too. But I think this last one has got to be the strangest by far.

The only part that I really remember is...

Huge guy, skin as deep as you can get in brown before being black, bushy black beard and mustache. He had on this crazy purple zoot suit with pimp hat, and this PHENOMENAL pimp cane (Black with a beautiful silver handle- I know it was intricate, but I didn't get a good look).

His head was thrown back in insane laughter.

And then I woke up.

And then- this is the weirdest part... I was already awake, and there was massive thunderclap outside because it had been raining all day.




...WHY THE HELL DID I DREAM ABOUT A CARICATURE OF A CRAZY PIMP?!

Lots to talk about...

Okay... Deep breath...

Here we go.



I'm scared, and excited, and hopeful, and worried, because a lot has happened in the past few weeks.

I- we- My affectionate, loving fiance and I- just recently found out that we're going to have a baby... and everything immediately began moving quickly. News travels fast in my family- and whoever I haven't told will be sure to hear about it soon enough. Everyone's been really supportive so far.

LarLar is worried, because she was put in a similar situation back in High School- she has a lot to say about it. But Brookie and Bethie will have a playmate when they get all grown up.

I went to the OBGYN for the first time last week- turns out I'm much- MUCH farther along than I thought I was... I'm pretty much on the cusp of beginning the second trimester. I have baby pictures, so I can see where the arm is, and the leg is, and everything.

That's not the only thing going on, though. Soon after my visit to the OB, I go in to work, only to find the office completely abuzz. They've been taking groups of five or six to an office meeting in which they get a letter that's pretty much an extended pink slip. That's right, folks... I'm fired- or I will be in seven weeks. The office closes on May 5th, and I might as well start scrambling to get a job.

I'll have to get Cobra to extend my medical insurance while I'm out of work- and I'll have to get a deferral for my college loans for a little bit. But I- We- can do it.

There's little to do in lots of time.


... strike that.

Reverse it.


~Toodles

YES. TubeArts Contest...

It's something I've been waiting for.



I have the poetry entry written out... and recorded with voice. (Vista actually let me use my headset? Wow! And at least it records better than my laptop used to... I'd be too embarrassed to use anything recorded on my lappy. Static and background noise are evil.)

But.

I need video with it.


ALSO!

I can add more than one entry, according to JackDanyells. Of course, how many of the entries they actually watch is entirely at the discretion of the judges... and I don't blame them.

Hitsuzen...

AquaRosewater (4:59:43 AM): Besides, you and Luke are awesome for each other. ^_^
EllaBby (4:59:57 AM): I know. I love him.
EllaBby (5:00:11 AM): We always say we were made for each other.
EllaBby (5:00:28 AM): I saved a text from him.. "If fate exists...baby, this is it."
AquaRosewater (5:01:29 AM): lol
AquaRosewater (5:01:35 AM): That's SO sweet.
EllaBby (5:01:50 AM): /nod I never thought I'd be able to get to his heart. When I crushed on him.
EllaBby (5:01:54 AM): And now look at us

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

No toga party this year for Lupercal, though.

*chants* NextyearNextyearNextyearNextyear...

A Vampire's Wish...

I scrapped this neopets account by accident, but I saved the html documents from the first four pages of the first two successful tries. I pretty much forced Athene to read it back when I first wrote it, but it really has an entirely different meaning to me now. I don't know if there's a place in the literary world for something like Crimson Tears. It exists already- in Anne Rice, I think. Maybe it's just not meant to be written by me.

The second try has the full ceremony. It was rare even after that night to get through the entire thing.

It's just a bunch of silly girls pretending at playing coven- but more than that, it's a bunch of silly girls using their imagination for the hell of it. Myself included.


Try One:
Page one of four
Page two of four
Page three of four
Page four of four

Try Two:
Page one of four
Page two of four
Page three of four
Page four of four

If you check the post-stamps for each of the posts, you'll find that they were all March 2005. Almost three years ago.

I guess I still haven't given up on the dream of making Crimson Tears a reality, although Antinov is dreadfully cliche, the Vicomte doesn't exist in my soul anymore, and Kiringa... has bigger fish to fry.

Kiringa's evolved. And so have I, I guess.

So it's time to move on.

Rargh.

Last night was, by far, the most boring night of work. Ever.

I tore through all four one-shot manga I brought within the first four hours.

I read through most of the magazines that were left behind by the day shift people in another hour and a half.

I made poorly-drawn pixel art with the MSpaint program and saved it to my usb drive.

I think I need to start bringing my exacto blade with me to work again. Because this just will NOT do.



(But on the bright side, Everyone gets a $300+ tax refund this year! And my next Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle volume is due out this month! *dances*)