| You Are Vixen |
 Sexy and sultry, you're the one all the other reindeer dream about. Why You're Naughty: That fur pulling spat you got into with Dancer over Santa. Why You're Nice: Because even when you're nice, you're still delightfully naughty! |
Tuesday, 31 January 2006
Of Course...Sigh.
So this is a bit late, but since my reindeer self has a little down time...
New Year's Procrastinations
So, I'm going for a Chinese New Year's list of Procrastinations (not resolutions, those would be silly, why would anything in my life ever get resolved? *snort*). Ta. Freakin'. Da.
1. Get rid of the clutter that's blocking the creative me.
2. Not play the Sims 2 Nightlife every chance I get.
3. Play the Sims 2 Nightlife every chance I get. What can I say?
4. Learn to NOT type 3 twice in a list. Sheesh.
5. Fill out my quotes page, back up my hard drive, and get my 1500 + mp3s OFF of my iMac in a format READABLE BY ITUNES, which is, apparently impossible, so complicated that only a delicately-trained iTunes surgeon can perform. Or, mayhaps, 5,000,000 monkeys.
6. Finish my painting and start a new one, of people this time. Gasp. And finish chapters I and II of Animated.
7. Make my 3-D animation so unbelievably awesome it knocks the maldito socks off of anyone who sees it.
8. Make a decision. And stick with it.
9. Hang out with Dan el Baile. And Raj.
10. Visit LizAd in NO.
11. Dance at least twice a week.
12. Get into a formal dance class, since I won't do #11 without...my security blanket, S.T.R.U.C.T.U.R.E. *sigh*
13. Figure out what the HEY I did to my rib so I can do crunches and BEND again. Five months later.
14. Fix the poems that are so incredibly, amazingly pathetic that I can't even read them without injuring my neck from all the cringing.
15. Get my medicine info straightened out...and remember to take it. Oh, drat.
16. Redo my room so it's less hectic and more pleasant to be in.
17. Get. Another. Game. To. Play.
18. Learn Flash! come hey or high water.
19. Get the world to stop moving just long enough for me to kick myself out of this shell.
20. Break a few hearts along the way.
Current Soundtrack: "Sinnerman (Felix Da Housecat's Remix)" by Nina Simone, this version off of >Verve 2 Remixed.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "We're all back again!" Kid in my animation class...for joy.
What I Learned Today: How to bevel polygons. Again. AND people NEED to turn off their cell phones in the library or NOT be loud on them.
1. Get rid of the clutter that's blocking the creative me.
2. Not play the Sims 2 Nightlife every chance I get.
3. Play the Sims 2 Nightlife every chance I get. What can I say?
4. Learn to NOT type 3 twice in a list. Sheesh.
5. Fill out my quotes page, back up my hard drive, and get my 1500 + mp3s OFF of my iMac in a format READABLE BY ITUNES, which is, apparently impossible, so complicated that only a delicately-trained iTunes surgeon can perform. Or, mayhaps, 5,000,000 monkeys.
6. Finish my painting and start a new one, of people this time. Gasp. And finish chapters I and II of Animated.
7. Make my 3-D animation so unbelievably awesome it knocks the maldito socks off of anyone who sees it.
8. Make a decision. And stick with it.
9. Hang out with Dan el Baile. And Raj.
10. Visit LizAd in NO.
11. Dance at least twice a week.
12. Get into a formal dance class, since I won't do #11 without...my security blanket, S.T.R.U.C.T.U.R.E. *sigh*
13. Figure out what the HEY I did to my rib so I can do crunches and BEND again. Five months later.
14. Fix the poems that are so incredibly, amazingly pathetic that I can't even read them without injuring my neck from all the cringing.
15. Get my medicine info straightened out...and remember to take it. Oh, drat.
16. Redo my room so it's less hectic and more pleasant to be in.
17. Get. Another. Game. To. Play.
18. Learn Flash! come hey or high water.
19. Get the world to stop moving just long enough for me to kick myself out of this shell.
20. Break a few hearts along the way.
Thursday, 12 January 2006
Amniocentesis
My mother's hands are so warm. And holding her hand this far out to the side, with my wrist on her lap, hurts my shoulder blade where I slept wrong last night. Our eyes bore into the man in front of us, devouring his every word. We hang on every sigh and slight glance. His hands are aged and shaky, stiff so that they can hardly grasp a pen and I think "maybe that's why doctors have such terrible handwriting." The nurse brings in a chair for my father, his stretched out sweater a mass of pine green in the beige office. The doctor punctuates his words with his scribbling, and three pairs of eyes anxiously check every motion of his pen, as if he might be saying one thing but writing another.
"The prognosis is good" but my only thoughts are that there should be no prognosis, that nothing should be wrong with my mother again. My hands itch they are so warm, and I know making my legs jump is just a defense mechanism but I really need something to pick me up right now. We speculate on how the doctor who ran the biopsy got it wrong, how he could mutter delightedly that it was benign only to have this other man call day and night. And of course we told everyone with hugs and raised glasses that it was all ok.
I could kill for something cold to put on my hands, for something to drink, for a way out of the next few minutes. But the doctor stretches his letters across the page, and they fall slowly with his shaky fingers drawing out the ink.
Everything takes forever here, especially the next word to form on paper or in the doctor's mouth. We three are moving fast, jittery, jumping. But he is languid, moving slowly like this cancer that they've found and codified in my mother's chest.
~AEW~
"The prognosis is good" but my only thoughts are that there should be no prognosis, that nothing should be wrong with my mother again. My hands itch they are so warm, and I know making my legs jump is just a defense mechanism but I really need something to pick me up right now. We speculate on how the doctor who ran the biopsy got it wrong, how he could mutter delightedly that it was benign only to have this other man call day and night. And of course we told everyone with hugs and raised glasses that it was all ok.
I could kill for something cold to put on my hands, for something to drink, for a way out of the next few minutes. But the doctor stretches his letters across the page, and they fall slowly with his shaky fingers drawing out the ink.
Everything takes forever here, especially the next word to form on paper or in the doctor's mouth. We three are moving fast, jittery, jumping. But he is languid, moving slowly like this cancer that they've found and codified in my mother's chest.
~AEW~
Wednesday, 11 January 2006
SWIPED!
Mwahahahahahhahaaaa!
I've kissed...
[X] on the lips.
[X] on my hands or fingers.
[X] in my room.
[X] in their room.
[X] of the opposite sex.
[X] of the same sex
[X] a little younger than me.
[X] a little older than me.
[X] with black hair.
[X] with curly hair.
[X] blonde hair and blue eyes.
[ ] with red hair (Oddly enough, no. I wouldn't mind trying, though ;-))
[X] with straight hair.
[X] shorter than me.
[ ] with a lip ring.
[X] who was drunk.
[ ] who was high.
[X] in the morning.
[X] right after waking up
[X] just before bed.
[X] late at night.
[X] who I had just met.
[X] who I really didn't want to kiss.
[X] while I was going out with someone else.
[X] on a bed.
[ ] in a graveyard.
[X] at school.
[X] against a wall.
[X] at a show
[X] at the beach.
[X] in a pool.
[X] who was/is a good friend.
[X] in the rain.
[?!] with an std.
[X] in the shower
[X] in a car/taxi/bus.
[X] on a plane.
[X] in a bathroom.
[X] in the dark.
[X] on a roof top. (I feel like this is a yes. Mountaintop, too.)
[X] under water.
[X] more than one person at once
[X] and cried.
[X] goodbye forever.
[X] when I was drunk.
[X] who didn't speak english (obviously).
[X] with an accent (oh, god, ick).
Insta-Soundtrack: "Leiley" by Dania off of Arabic Groove.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "I wear the same shoes as anyone, I get the same blues as everyone, So try and call me, I’m immobile man, yes I am."
What I Learned Today: Santino es el diablo. Uh-huh, for sure.
I've kissed...
[X] on the lips.
[X] on my hands or fingers.
[X] in my room.
[X] in their room.
[X] of the opposite sex.
[X] of the same sex
[X] a little younger than me.
[X] a little older than me.
[X] with black hair.
[X] with curly hair.
[X] blonde hair and blue eyes.
[ ] with red hair (Oddly enough, no. I wouldn't mind trying, though ;-))
[X] with straight hair.
[X] shorter than me.
[ ] with a lip ring.
[X] who was drunk.
[ ] who was high.
[X] in the morning.
[X] right after waking up
[X] just before bed.
[X] late at night.
[X] who I had just met.
[X] who I really didn't want to kiss.
[X] while I was going out with someone else.
[X] on a bed.
[ ] in a graveyard.
[X] at school.
[X] against a wall.
[X] at a show
[X] at the beach.
[X] in a pool.
[X] who was/is a good friend.
[X] in the rain.
[?!] with an std.
[X] in the shower
[X] in a car/taxi/bus.
[X] on a plane.
[X] in a bathroom.
[X] in the dark.
[X] on a roof top. (I feel like this is a yes. Mountaintop, too.)
[X] under water.
[X] more than one person at once
[X] and cried.
[X] goodbye forever.
[X] when I was drunk.
[X] who didn't speak english (obviously).
[X] with an accent (oh, god, ick).
Der Schnupfen
So, you want to know what I've been up to? Too bad. I'm going to tell you anyway.
Spent my birthday shopping, eating with family, and finally dancing in Nyack. Ended the Old Year with dinner at a Thai place and partying in a bar in Nyack with Salvo and Emblem.
Went to visit my favorite college roommate, R., at her brother's apartment in CT for a brief three-hour period before she took off for her five-year stint at CMU in Pittsburgh. Saw Khoka the dog in all his glory and received a beautiful scarf that everyone covets the instant s/he sees it. And a lovely purple necklace and matching earrings! I drove my mum and I up, and on the way we realized this was our first real road trip together. True, it only took an hour's drive, but it was something!
Had family game night with LizAd's family & the Fire Dog. Hilarity ensued. Cranium is the best game ever.
Contracted a case of the sniffles. Hence the post title. I hate Hate HATE getting a cold, because I despise blowing my nose. It disgusts me and makes me feel queasy. Plus I managed to run a fever, which is difficult for me to do with my normally low body temperature.
Hung out with Christine and Marci in honor of my birthday. They gave me unexpected gifts, including a puzzle book with extremely tough puzzles and magnetic pieces, and a Vera Bradley wristlet in the coolest pattern. Eat your heart out!
MWAH!
*Sniffle*
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
Instant Soundtrack: "Get Myself Arrested" from Gomez's Bring It On.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Woke up it was a Chelsea morning...Oh, won’t you stay, We’ll put on the day, And we’ll talk in present tenses..." - Joni Mitchell, "Chelsea Morning."
What I Learned Today: My alarm clock STILL hates me.
Spent my birthday shopping, eating with family, and finally dancing in Nyack. Ended the Old Year with dinner at a Thai place and partying in a bar in Nyack with Salvo and Emblem.
Went to visit my favorite college roommate, R., at her brother's apartment in CT for a brief three-hour period before she took off for her five-year stint at CMU in Pittsburgh. Saw Khoka the dog in all his glory and received a beautiful scarf that everyone covets the instant s/he sees it. And a lovely purple necklace and matching earrings! I drove my mum and I up, and on the way we realized this was our first real road trip together. True, it only took an hour's drive, but it was something!
Had family game night with LizAd's family & the Fire Dog. Hilarity ensued. Cranium is the best game ever.
Contracted a case of the sniffles. Hence the post title. I hate Hate HATE getting a cold, because I despise blowing my nose. It disgusts me and makes me feel queasy. Plus I managed to run a fever, which is difficult for me to do with my normally low body temperature.
Hung out with Christine and Marci in honor of my birthday. They gave me unexpected gifts, including a puzzle book with extremely tough puzzles and magnetic pieces, and a Vera Bradley wristlet in the coolest pattern. Eat your heart out!
MWAH!
*Sniffle*
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
Tuesday, 3 January 2006
Yppah Yppah!
Happy New Year!
Happy Belated Birthday to me!
Annual list of Birthmas (combined birthday and Christmas) spoils:
Lots of gift cards - I can get an ipod, books, clothes, sheets, a build-a-bear, and more!
Earrings and a cameo necklace.
The coolest bag EVER from L.B.
Lotions and perfume.
Nifty CSI puzzle with special flashlight so I can solve the murder mystery.
A billfold wallet.
A fancy solid "a" keychain.
Q red watch. A duplicate of my favourite watch, as requested.
Oh-so-fantastic Pier 1 tealight star lamps!
Legos to be shared with Emblem.
Photo albums.
A Ferrero Rochet pyramid - oh, rapture!
And much, much more from my beloved family and friends.
Momentary Soundtrack: "A Stor Mo Chrol" from Katie McMahon's After the Morning album.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "And they look at you like they don’t speak your language // And you’re living at the bottom of a well // And you’ve swallowed all the awful bloody secrets // But you can’t tell...." Joan Osborne, "Crazy Baby" off of Relish.
What I Learned Today: What brumal means.
Happy Belated Birthday to me!
Annual list of Birthmas (combined birthday and Christmas) spoils:
Lots of gift cards - I can get an ipod, books, clothes, sheets, a build-a-bear, and more!
Earrings and a cameo necklace.
The coolest bag EVER from L.B.
Lotions and perfume.
Nifty CSI puzzle with special flashlight so I can solve the murder mystery.
A billfold wallet.
A fancy solid "a" keychain.
Q red watch. A duplicate of my favourite watch, as requested.
Oh-so-fantastic Pier 1 tealight star lamps!
Legos to be shared with Emblem.
Photo albums.
A Ferrero Rochet pyramid - oh, rapture!
And much, much more from my beloved family and friends.
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