It's like lemonade- Sweet, Tangy, and Refreshing!

December 28, 2003

Parties Gone Mild

I'm currently listening to: David, Mel, Jess, and Mallrats

It's the morning after, and I gotta say- Tom and I arrived a Jessi's party late, and we didn't really miss too much. There were some live drunks... Amy, Lauren, and John-boy (Bobert's brother). However, there was enough alcohol to stock a good pirate ship for a two day trip. Tom and I bought sixty dollars worth of Church's Chicken (after which Tom looked like he was about ready to cry). Thing was- if we would have brought it an hour earlier, we would have missed Jessi's Subway run. When we got there- nobody wanted chicken. Well, four people dug into chicken- Tom, myself, Von (french fries), and David.

Roll call for the party was:
Jess and Jimmy
Tom and I
Athene and John (her boyfriend/date)
Laura, JR, baby Brooke, and Connie (JR's sister)
Von, Bobert, and John-boy
Melody, David, Mike (David's friend)
Lauren and Big John
Kristen and EJ (but only long enough to recieve presents)

I got a new henna, but god knows how long that's going to last. I had drawn the design myself back when Jess first got her henna kit, and she's been doing it for me occasionally since. (Hence why half of my comics from skewed shows me with a henna on my arm.) I think the last time I had one was before I had met Tom- it started fading the last week of my second round of college finals. It's pretty funny how much attention gets drawn to it- "Does it hurt? How long does it last? Where can I get one?"

Complete tangent- Actually, I think Jess should sell her henna sources- hmm, that wouldn't be such a bad idea! If you live in the St. Louis area and have an inclination, leave a comment and we'll see where to go from there. I can promise that her prices will be a helluvalot cheaper than most henna stalls at fairs and- well- most places in general. Unless you want to do them yourself. Then you just sorta pay for supplies and have to struggle with the ink yourself.

Aaaanywho, the party was tame for the most part. There was a broken bottle by John-boy, I had a grape soda bottle fizz all over my outfit, Amy wandered around looking for Bob the cat before complaining about getting sober, A game of Axies and Allies was set up by Tom/JR/Mike/David, New Years Eve got one couple smaller, nearly all of the chicken got et (and I had the last biscut for breakfast), and the final group crashed at four in the morning. There was a one round game of low-card dare, and truth or dare Jenga (Athene had to imitate Amy and Amy got to blow a raspberry on JR's tummy), I gave out a third of my bank account in gifts and everyone had a grand 'ol time watching Robin Williams.

It was fun, I guess, but certainly not as wild as it could've been. Still looking foward to the next one. So, um, when is it?

December 27, 2003

Blast from the Past

I'm currently listening to: The scanner humming

Generally, the one day a year... one night a year... that my room gets cleaned is Christmas Eve. It's generally picked up and straightened during the day in hopes that it would be done by the time company comes over. Not so this year, but- oh, well! Anywho, I found this picture and- wow- has my style changed! Here it is- From my days working at the cashier's desk at SEARS- Moueska in SuperScrub style!

(Picture yoinked Oct-6-2004... will hopefully be up somewhere soon)

Ain't she cute, folks! Um, actually she's a little crosseyed, but hey... what're ya gonna do!

(Hmmm, that's pretty catchy.)

December 24, 2003

So it's not early, but it is tomorrow...

I'm currently listening to: "My Christmas List" by Simple Plan

There's very little as harsh on my wallet as Christmas shopping, considering everyone that I buy for. This year I've tried to be a little better with my cash flow, but it didn't really help too much. I was actually going to get it out of the way early this year, but... all the best sales are at the last minute anyway. Besides, World Market is the best place to buy giftables if you can't figure out something from Tarjet or Borders.

Family's coming over tonight, otherwise I'd put off shopping until this evening. Nobody is at the mall Christmas Eve. Nobody short of nobody. Considering that I worked at Sears for about five hours two christamases ago on Christmas Eve- I gotta say. It was dead, people! (Yes, that was all very, very repetitive, but I don't really care.)

My room is almost clean, but I can't find the picture yet. I guess the part about that particular incident waits until after Christmas. Hopefully not too much longer, though. I'll have something up by Jessi's party on Saturday. (Drac and I are bringing Church's Chicken. Woo!)

December 23, 2003

Fool that I am...

I'm currently listening to: "Santa Baby" by Everclear

Long post about holiday shopping with picture as soon as I find the picture. Meanwhile, visions of me being late to work are dancing through my head, so I'd best be off. It's Wolf's Christmas Party today, so we'd best be getting stuffage togeather. I know that I can get dressed in fifteen minutes if I have to, and I guess I will have to this morning. Adieu, Adieu... parting is such sweet sorrow. I will, I will, I will post either early tomorrow or late tonight.

December 19, 2003

Free at last, Free at last...

Finals are over, thank god. Picture eventually, but not today. Maybe not until Monday. With it comes a normal post. For now, though, I am simply reveling in the fact that classes are over and I have at least a week before I start worrying about the next semester. Over the week, I shall eat, drink, and be merry, as well as ride an oversized ferris wheel and play Mrs Claus to all of my friends.

Fun stuff. Happy Holidays, everyone!

December 15, 2003

Dropping Everything

One week left of classes, and I'm counting the days. A class today, A project due tomorrow, another class Wednesday, two finals Thursday, and an essay due friday. May God in his bountiful heavens have mercy on my soul. My life is getting put on hold for this week. Granted, I'm paying for my final grades this semester- completely- so I deserve whatever I get. I just wish I had given myself more time for work-study, or any other number of the small regrets I have.

Chin up, chest out, I face the week with a smile on my face. I'm not going to let this week get to me. After my second final, I'm treating myself to hot chocolate and lunch... or maybe dessert... at Cyrano's. Wednesday I'm going to do work-study for at least four hours. Then maybe pick up chicken strips from Steak'n'Shake on the way home. I'll do whatever necessary to get through the week. Even if it means missing "The Return of the King" with my boyfriend- and consequently not getting to meet his best friends.

My last class calls, and I go to get dressed. No posts this week. Well, maybe one on Friday. Maybe.

December 11, 2003

Just a little change

T's in hate with Tripod, so she's moving to Blog*Spot. Sooooo... in honor of her moving off of Tripod, I did a little revamping of the sidebar, and I'm thinking about putting a little icon near the top. Maybe. Also, no pics until after finals. Then I'll buckle down and get those togeather. I'll try to post, but abso-frickin-lutly no promises.

Tarrith saw the snow outside yesterday and felt a similar little twinge to that of a ten-year old. "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas" was what he was singing as he dragged out the ladder to get the Christmas stuff down from the attic. The ladder is rickety, and doesn't look very stable, but it's carried Dad up and down it, so it still works.

Down came the nativity, down came the boxes of lights, pine branches, and ornaments. Down came the wreath that goes over the mantle, but my question is, where's my favorite soldier? Ah, well, maybe I'll find him later. He was my dancing partner for so many Christmases when I was in single digits (through eleven, probably) that I'm suprised he's gone a-wall.

So count'em with me... how many days until Christmas?

December 09, 2003

Prepare thyself...

I'm currently listening to: "I Want a New Duck" by Weird Al Yankovic

I've a tale to tell...

It's been a while since I had walked home from the bus, and today wasn't going to be any different. Well, not until I saw the shuttle pulling out of the station/loop while I was talking to an acquaintance of mine. We both ran, but I didn't notice something slipping from my bag as I boarded the bus. He had moved a whole four feet and across traffic when I saw that my bookbag seemed much lighter than usual. The driver let me off the first chance he got, so I waited for the light to change, then dashed across the street.

There, on the ground, was my Phantom of the Opera sweatshirt. (Sure, I had bought it at a garage sale, but it still holds a deep meaning to me!) Swearing at it, I realized I had two options at hand. I could:
A) Wait around for an hour or so lacking money, enjoying the fact that I have my sweatshirt back...
B)Bite the bullet and hoof it.

Well, the temperature seemed warm enough. A deep breath in- A deep breath out... no steam clouds. Walking it was.

I readjusted my bag for comfort, tilted my leapoard-print umbrella over my shoulder, and wandered forth. Across the lightly flowing River Des Peres... across a street, next to a cemetary. For some reason, my eyes turned up towards Essex Industries on the opposite side of the street. I could see an executive office inside, blinds half-tilted to keep out the sun. Next to it was a board room- chairs facing away from me at a long table. The windows were tinted, giving the rooms a very monotone, shadowy look.

My chin dropped, my legs stopped, and my mind wandered onward. How many other people, I wondered, have seen that board room besides me. And for that matter, how many of them were from companies outside of Essex. I'm sure that some would have been for consultations- others for simple conversations.

Silly speculations, in retrospect. But am I the only one to have been passing by Essex and seen it like that?

Now I'm back at home. Yes, I did have to remove my coat, and no, I don't have the chills. It's just like last year, really. Only not as cold yet. After all, it is perfect weather for wandering.

December 08, 2003

It is just foolish destruction

I went to see "The Last Samauri" with Drac last night, and I have to say- I don't think I've ever been as disturbed at the thought of war as that movie. It took me a while to get over "Glory" as a kid, probably because I saw the edited one first, and then the unedited one afterwords. But, god, why?

I actually had to turn my head from the screen a couple of times. Why couldn't I watch it? I had very little problem with "Kill Bill", but that was more or less a revenge movie with the heroine kicking tail the whole way. The hero of "Samauri" had angst running much deeper- post-war trauma from battling on the American Forces at Custer's Last Stand. (Anyone else seen the pictures of Custer's Last Stand at Jefferson Barracks? It's in a museum out that way... I would spend ten seconds on each picture and be done before Mom had moved on from her third. Custer's Last Stand was the one that stayed in my mind.) The hero, Nathan Algren, has a transformation, and the movie had a tangible turning point. You could see where he no longer fit into the world outside.

So, yes, there was a plot. Even so, my stomach turned as I watched the massacre at the beginning- was there more to come? I could almost feel the pain as soldiers were stabbed, shot, and sliced. I don't know that I really want to see another movie like that.

Saving Private Ryan? Yes, war was a necessary evil for that plot, too. But- don't ask me why- I just sort of accepted it (or skipped past it) when I watched it. (Netflix + DVD Rental = Good) I'm still feeling the effects of last night's movie, though, and I just don't know why.

I could blame it on being a woman, but that's gender-biased. Maybe I just let myself get too invested in the characters. I go to movies to escape, generally. If and when Drac decides to buy it, he can just watch it when I'm not over.

December 05, 2003

Photoshop Phriday 2.Oh My...

I'm currently listening to: "I Think I'm a Clone Now" by Weird Al Yankovic (Parody of "I Think We're Alone Now."

Here it is! One picture! Did I promise two? Hmm... better get on that ASAP... I just didn't realize this one would take so much doing! For those of you who know me, you'll probably remember the fleece from my senior year of high school onwards. It's not generally very flattering, and it has "Six Flags" embroidered under the little Superman emblem, but it is toasty warm. And I like it. So there.

(Picture yoinked Oct-6-2004... will hopefully be up somewhere soon)

On a completely unrelated note...

Apparently Drac's Dad went to school with my Mom... wonder if they knew each other...

Ice Crystals!

I'm currently listening to: The Microsoft Sound (on another computer powering up)

I'm still debating about whether or not I should have left my umbrella at the house, but not all that much, especially since I have class in just a little bit. Work after class, then working on that pic. It ought to be decent- it's me at my worst in late autumn-early winter. Yup, that's right! Me in my SuperFleece!

Until then, though, check out Sluggy Freelance. It took me two weeks of sporadically avoiding homework for hours on end to finish off the archives- but it was worth it! Start with the first comic or you'll be very confused, and if you go by weekly- well, it's easier for me that way.

Beware of Bun-bun!

December 04, 2003

Sing Me a Song of Summer

... and I'll sing you a dirge of Winter. It's not really Winter to me, as I sit inside at a computer, looking at the fall leaves still clinging to some trees. When's that snow supposed to get here, anyway? Even though I can hear my last-minute homework calling, I know that I can't pull myself away.

I've been toying with a picture that I'll put up... oh... Friday, I think. Maybe I'll get the third comic of Skewed up then, too. I know that I have one that I need to re-scan, but that can wait for a bit.

Old man winter's taken his revenge on me for threatening him earlier- let's see how long I can last before I lose my voice completely. Tenacious as ever (and lacking the necessary driving skills) I shall continue to take the bus until my pass gives up the ghost- um... expires. Until then, keep dry, folks! And look forward to Turkish Delight at Jessi's next party!