Saturday, November 25, 2006

Thanksgiving is over. Thank goodness. Thus begins what I look forward to all year:
Oh Trans-Siberian Orchestra, I have missed you!!

And so the Christmas Season begins. Today I ventured upstairs and lugged down the Christmas Box O'Doom. The contents of which are currently scattered about my room. I was decorating until I ran into a small problem: I'm out of space and I still have two nativity sets to display. Hmmmmm. . . .
I love Nativity sets. I collects them. Unfortunetly, this year I seem to have a table-top shortage. Ah well, I'll think of something.

Happy Christmas everyone!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Pavor Nocturnus

Last night I had a Night Terror.
This is all sorts of frustrating because 1) I haven't had one in months 2) I still don't know why I'm having them and 3) I'm not even a teenager anymore, I should not be having them at all. grrr.
Anyway. It was a pretty mild one and except for the feeling of impending death and the desperately wanting to resort to old habits, it was fine. This morning I awoke and much to my surprise found that the feeling was not gone. I think the feeling is generally characterized as "anxiety," but it seems like much more than that while your experiencing it. It's more like knowing that any moment a cataclysmic disaster is going to happen. You want to dig your nails into something, anything. You want to hide in a dark cave and be be swallowed up forever. It's not fun.
Anyway, the feeling most of the day. Luckily, little girl was feeling especially cling-y today so I got to hold on to her for most of the day.
Afterward I went over to Krisling's apartment. Because she is a saint, she let me wash her dishes and organize her pots and pans. I'm sure she wanted me out of her kitchen and to stop touching her things, but she didn't say anything. It helped tremendously. We watched "Invader Zim" and sometime between Grr becoming the house and Zim writing a note to his past self the feeling went away. Thank goodness.
Also, Thanks to Krisling I now have Halloween pictures that I actually took, rather than stealing them of QUARK. That blog post has been updated.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Christmas List

Growing up I always thought that being an adult meant that you wanted boring things for Christmas. "I just want you to have a clean room." or "for you girls not to fight." I thought being an adult meant that all you wanted for Christmas was world peace.
According to that definition, this is the first Christmas I am officially an "adult". It is a very sad realization, only making the impending doom of my next birthday more terrifying than it was before, but it's true.
So here, for your entertainment, my Christmas List for 2006.

And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

And it's someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And that's faith and trust and peace while we're alive
And the one poor child that saved this world
And there's 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them

I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again

-Better Days, Goo Goo Dolls-

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Writers at Work

As I'm sure you all know, November is National Novel Writing Month. Somehow, it was decided that this year a bunch of us participating in NaNoWriMo should get together and write all night.
Friday night we all showed up with laptops and candy, ready for a night writing genius.


Hard at work. Stories (and homework) are all progressing nicely. Note the Latin Dictionary. No writer should be without one.

Drek: I don't know about you, but at 3:00 in the morning my writing becomes amazing! Everything I write is genius!
Jakeson: After I read what I've just written a little tear rolls down my cheek. It's just so beautiful!

Aneeka contemplates her character, Rissy works hard on her tablet

Jakeson and Gmilla

The next Great American Novel coming right up

Can Rissy really type that fast?

The whole gang

Friday, November 10, 2006

Fortune Cookies and The Killers

Yesterday was a wonderful day.
It was the first time in three weeks I was not terribly depressed, therefore, it was a simply fantastic day.
I've decided I love my job. The morning was spent reading books with Little Girl, discovering what a tree is (trunk, branches, leaves, and bingy-bongas) to be followed by making a tree. It was a lot of fun and Little Girl was so delighted with it that she wanted to lie down under it and take a nap.
After work I drove around to run some errands and three Killers songs came on in a row. This, I took as a sign.
I got hang out with Bradley for a little bit and he listened to me while I talked my head off.
I also got to talk with my cousin for a while. He's newly married (less than a month) and it's fun to hear him talk about his life.
Best of all I got to see Drek. He took me out to dinner and my fortune cookie said: Any trouble you have will pass very shortly." Which I'm taking to mean that my depression spell is finally over.
We then went over to a friend's house to watch "The Great Race" which is always hilarious.


Friday, November 03, 2006


I am NOT an object.

I cannot be owned.
I cannot be bought
I cannot be borrowed.
I cannot be stolen.
To borrow a phrase from Princess Jasmine, "I am not a prize to be won."
I do not belong to anyone. I am not the property of anyone. I am not a doll to be shown off, or a territory to mark. I am not to be claimed, I am not to be controlled.

Right now, I am making, as I have in the past, a conscious decision. It's my decision to make and I am perfectly capable of making it.


So, late as usual, here are some Halloween pictures:

Halloween Twister. Announced by the Dreaded (and handsome) Potato Hunter

The Dreaded Potato Hunter.

Me and Krisling. "I'm pulling fuzz out of my eye! My eyeBALL!!"


One Alien thought a SuperNate might be tasty.

Krisling in the back-up costme: a Fuzzball.

Sakura and Real Chainmail-Man

Creepy in the light, creepy in the dark. Almost enough to give me the Jibblies

Personally, I love the paper bag costume. Pure brilliance. And can it get much cuter than the basketball hoop? I submit that it cannot!

Aneeka with Drek's potato launcher. In case you can't tell from this picture, her costume was AMAZING. And, she did it all herself. It is now my goal to one day be that good.

Clue. What more can I say?

And the epic battle begins.

Another amazing costume. The Joker has returned!!!


And to end, a crappy picture.