A Confession

I know I've not been posting very much in here. Very little. Nothing at all. I admit I am guilty of joining another site (waaaaaa). Myspace.com has taken over...no!!!

I will probably eventually come back here, or just post here from time to time, but I can't guarantee it. I'm sorry all!!!

Or, if I can get the flash on my camera working again, this may become my photo blog. Will get right on it!

A list

So.

• My dad is an asshole.
• I am starving because I can't afford to go out and get food.
• My room is looking perky because Brenna is running out of room to keep the flowers that one of the guys that she is dating is constantly bringing her.
• My computer is back. (Hallelujah!)
• The Dateless One came to the conclusion that she's not into this going-out-meeting-strangers-and-dating-them thing.
• The Dateless One is now scrambling for nice ways to turn down dates.
• My room is now clean. (Cleanish. I need to take the garbage out and finish with my closet and organize my books. And vacuum.)
• Job hunting.
• Apartment hunting will soon follow (see bullet #1).
• College hunting will follow at some point (I'm liking the idea of going away again).
• No kitchen. No sewing room. Nowhere to bring people to sit down if they visit my house other than the beds of my sister and me.
• Eleven sugar-free months.
• I will be twenty-one in exactly one month and I have no idea what I'll do the day of.
• And I'm writing a novel in one month. Don't ask, it's too painful.

And that's some of my life right now. It's a lot more complicated than that, as there are a number of things I can't post on the net and/or just can't remember right now 'cause I'm floating in a weird haze. But I'm back. And I might post every now and then.

Nnnnn...kill me now.

UPDATE: Huzzah for frozen Mexican pot roast! All better...

UPDATE: Not all better. I have chased all my readers away through not posting. May the fires of a thousand hells fall on my head and burn off my eyelashes and disfigure my better features. Also, I am having a cup of milk for dinner. 'Cause I ate the pot roast. Maybe I could have coffee for dinner? Too expensive.

UPDATE: Alternative solution. I could just go out on one of these date things and get the guy to pay for my food.

UPDATE: No. Dating is mercenary. This goes against the very grain of my personality. I cannot do it! My integrity will make me die someday.

EDIT: The word "integrity" in the previous sentence should be replaced with "stubbornness." I have a false sense of self-righteousness in this matter. Which shall now be dropped. As shall this post.

Lately

So bad about updating...

OK, my computer is not turning on. Again. Grr. But that really doesn't excuse me from not writing in here, does it?

What's happened? My sister broke up with her boyfriend and was weeping constantly, but now she's okay and is back to being twitterpated with this other guy (I'm SO glad she got that whole mess straightened out mostly now) and had a blood blister on her eardrum that burst. I'm crazy/busy with school (20 hours plus tutoring this guy who has only been in the U.S. for a couple of weeks now, originally from Vietnam; it's really special explaining psychology to him, but he's got a pretty good English lexicon going for him) and am going to help my sister house-sit for her boss, which includes making the house look lived-in and checking the mail. Of course, this is the mailbox from hell. It absolutely will not open. Nnnn...

That was a terrible paragraph.

Bonnie and Courtney and I have a production company now. I'm not sure I want to publish our name for it just yet, as somebody might (!!!) STEAL it. But it's pretty awesome. Now we just need to make movies. Yeah.

Bellydancing is a lot of fun. Shimmy shimmy shimmy twist circle figure-eight oh crap my hip scarf fell off.

Bonnie and I stayed up late last night watching the second half of the extended edition of The Two Towers. It was really great. We took almost every single bloody line and twisted it into sexual innuendo. For the lines that that didn't work, orgasmic screaming sufficed. Erick left early; we think he got scared. What took the cake was this:

How much time do you
need?
However much you can give
me!

And of course lots of things about blowing horns and showing your quality and fun times. What else do people talk about when it gets late? :)

In other news, I'm eating more vegetables.

And there's a rat in my dad's bedroom.

And my co-worker gave me the cutest little gnome-creature. It's sitting with its chin on its crossed arms on its knees. I named him Ralph.

OK, Bonnie you just exited your dressing parlor and I'm going to go read more of my Stephen King novel.

Have a good day everyone!

Procrastinating

I don't want to write about anything serious this morning, so here's a little clue-in to my thought processes:

• I was looking at the costume I made for this skit tomorrow and was thinking of how much I like costuming.
• Next I thought of how I would design clothes for my paper dolls as a child, sometimes copying from pictures in magazines and doll catalogues.
• I am really glad that my parents never bought me an American Girl Doll (much as I sighed for one at the time) because it would surely have gotten broken or something.
• A lot of my dolls had things happen to them. I would cut their hair and dress them in weird things (like rubber bands) and bits of their bodies would come off. Or they would get glue on them.
• I had Aladdin and Jasmine barbie dolls once. Aladdin's head wasn't manufactured very well, so it would keep coming off. I would try to take Jasmine's head off so that they would match.
• I'm really glad (and other people probably are, too) that I'm not queen of a country somewhere. "Off with his head! Wait, he was married? Bring his wife! Aw, they'll look so cute..."
• In the Mikado, if a married man is beheaded, his wife must be buried alive.
• I really really really don't want to be buried alive.
• Neither did the Victorians.
• I learned that from Michael Crichton. His book "State of Fear" isn't nearly as good as most of his others.
• I'm not a very good writer.
• I need to write more in order to become better.
• Dude! I'm sitting at my computer typing. Maybe I should write a story.
• Maybe later.

Just one example of how everything I do leads to procrastinating about something.

Happy Easter!

This morning Dad and I drove forty minutes to attend the church of some family friends (as in, the husband is the pastor). He's so joyful when he preaches! And he preaches the Word of God, not some sappy email forward ;p. It was very encouraging to see them.

My mom and sister went to separate services in Oregon yesterday evening. Mom went to visit a long-time friend of hers, and my sister went to visit one of her college roommates. We were all split up this Easter, but it was okay. Dad gave them chocolate, but I got a Starbucks gift card: mwahaha!

I also went to visit my grandparents this afternoon. My grandma has been recovering from a surgery she had just last week; she had a stent (stents?) put in at the back of her head. We were so worried about her. Grandpa has been an angel waiting on her hand and foot. He left the house for the first time since it this morning. I think they really like seeing me. We just chatted about what I've been up to and watched the Virginia vs. Michigan State game. Two overtimes! I don't follow sports at all, but that call that they made on that 3-pointer...whoa. I think it was correct, but I wouldn't want to have to decide anything like that ;p.

I spent the evening eating tacos and visiting with Mom when she dropped by (when she wasn't criticizing the state of the house...it's not like anybody in the family knows how to clean anything...oi oi oi), followed up by reading the books of Amos and Obadiah. An image that stuck with me is:

"Behold, the days are coming," declares the Lord,
"when the plowman shall overtake the reaper
and the treader of grapes him who sows the seed;
the mountains shall drip sweet wine,
and all the hills shall flow with it.
Amos 9:13 ESV

I see this little old movie thing playing in my head featuring a plowman moving at appropriately fast old movie speed tripping over this guy trying to harvest grain and them getting in an argument and shoving each other back and forth. And some guy sowing seed that really really quickly sprouts into grape vines that Lucille Ball, rushing around like a madwoman, is trying to stomp.

I got some serious things out of my Bible study! Really! Okay: check these out with the crucifixion in mind:

The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob:
"Surely I will never forget any of their deeds.
Shall not the land tremble on this account,
and everyone mourn who dwells in it,
and all of it rise like the Nile,
and be tossed about and sink again,
like the Nile of Egypt?"
"And on that day," declares the Lord God,
"I will make the sun go down at noon
and darken the earth in broad daylight.
Amos 8:7-9 ESV


Earthquakes, darkness, check. And here are a couple of verses that we tend to forget about (in context, mentioned right after the temple curtain is torn in twain at Christ's death):

The tombs were also opened. And many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many.
Matthew 27:52-53 RSV


I don't know about you, but I'd be pretty freaked ;p.

"Guitar!"

Alright, I didn't go see Nobody Knows yesterday. And today...what did I do today? Hmm. Nothing. Unless you count mopping up something very nasty and green and yellow in the kitchen. And doing math puzzles. Wow I'm bored.

Apparently I was forced to use this laptop at some point in the past, as I found a collection of music on it (back in those good old Audiogalaxy days, my my). I really don't remember going through that much of a doo wop phase, but there's plenty here. That and Alan Sherman, Frank Sinatra, Lea Salonga, and--oh yeah--Salt n Pepa. You know I'm tired when I tell you that Shoop is the most brilliant song ever.

Went out and bought a pattern for my bellydancing costume. Bonnie, I need to consult with you about that. Weee! Belly rolls!

Del Vikings, Come Go With Me...Rrrrr...

When I was out in my car endangering the general populace a song came on that made me giddy: The Darkness, I Believe in a Thing Called Love. There's nothing like squealing "Guitar!" like that guy and scaring my cat. Bouncy bouncy bouncy la la la!

Nnnn

Wow! I'm actually posting! I'm on my dad's dial-up, however. I should be celebrating my computer Ellis' homecoming any day now...I miss her so much.

What's new? I'm on spring break and am incredibly bored. I find that I am unable to sleep when it's light out, so I wake up around 5 frequently. I tried staying up really late to see if that would help me sleep in, and it really didn't. Meh.

It's really nice to be able to just lie around doing nothing, but there are some letters that I have to send out at work that require me to go in at least a little every day. I think I'm going to take the supplies home to change that. I looked at my school's schedule, and my classes don't start until April 4. Two reactions: YESSSS!!! and What am I going to do for another week?

I'm going to go see Nobody Knows this afternoon, as it has finally come to town. I hate how so many of the movies I want to see are in so few locations...Grr.