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No cutsies for your friend page, suckas. [10 Jun 2009|01:11pm] [ mood | whatev ] Whenever I start updating, the plethora of stuff that went on makes me feel like word-vomitting and then I don't want to update anymore. I have lots of pictures, too, but I've grown to hate the process of finding and adding them to journal entries. Luna passed Sunday morning; I went in to check on her right after I picked up the new rattie and she was okay. Not great, struggling to breathe, but not panicked. Mum went in not ten minutes later and she was gone. Went very quickly and we were all a little relieved to let the stress go with her. I can't recall if I've mentioned Molly yet, but she's a monster. I got another call from a dumb military wife who thought having rats on base would be cute and then realised, 'Oh, they have NEEDS. I forgot because I'm stupid, which is probably also why I married into the government.' So Molly is here now, and she fucking bites. Not like scared bites, or food bites, but hard, vicious, "I want to take your finger off, stupid human," bites. My hands are covered in sores in various stages of healing. I'm too stubborn to use gloves with her and she's too stubborn to just... not. Stupid rat. Since Molly is only 6 months and everyone else is 1.5+ years, we decided that finding her a similarly aged friend now would be the best option for the future, because she's clearly not going to get any attention if she continues to bite, so having a cage mate is pretty much the only socialising she'll get. That's where Mochaccino comes in. He was homeless, around the right age and, quite frankly, has the cutest face I've seen since Luke-rat, so I was willing to take on another intact rat with an unknown background without too much complaint. Turns out he's the sweetest thing in the world and sleeps all day. Observe; Now for some quasi-humour. Here's a literal copy of my shopping receipt from last week. - 10 lbs of pork necks - 12 halved pigs feet - 10 lbs of chicken quarters - Chicken livers - Gizzards and hearts - Halved beef livers - Ben and Jerry's Americone Dream - B&J Mission to Marzipan - B&J Cake Batter - Morning Star Spicy Black Bean Burger - Morning Star Tofurkey Dogs - Morning Star Garden Burgers - 2 packages of puff pastry - 1.5 lbs of smoked gouda My response to the cashier's raised eyebrows? "I don't eat meat, but my dog does." We switched the Rone to an all raw diet three weeks ago, which may have been the best thing we've ever done for him. He has a ton of energy and only eats twice a day, versus kibble which he could eat all day and still be hungry because it is all garbage fillers. I'll have to get some photos of him to put up at some point, he looks well fit. The Gathering is in a little over two weeks, and Renfaire begins the week after that. I was planning on making a new skirt/chemise for myself this season in purple tones, but I kept putting it off until I realised that I really didn't want to bother. So I just bought a whole new costume on Etsy for dirt cheap, in earth tones. If I can put enough cash away, I am thinking about buying a brown corsette from Fantasia this summer. I've been eyeing a few things since I bought the black corsette and I think it's time to upgrade. It's been overcast and raining since April, and before that is had been overcast and snowing since October, so I'm kind of wondering where the fuck summer is and when it will decide to make an appearance, because it's fucking cold here and I've about had it. I almost took a cheap apartment with a cool chick outside Nashville a few weeks ago, but I needed confirmation from the Gamestop managers down there that they could transfer me, and I didn't get it before the security deposit was due on the place. I'll admit it, I cried a little. I was so close to getting out of NY. SO CLOSE. I am a definite for travelling to AR for Castle in November, however, so if anyone wants to go with and spend a loud and chaotic week running around an actual castle in refaire garb, on horses, shooting each other with wooden crossbows and swords, gimme a shout. We have to start practicing killing people or we'll be easy targets for the Family of Doom, yo. Feels like I never left work last week. I was there every. single. day. Ugh. It's not that I don't enjoy the people I work with, it's just that they're way more fun when I only see them once or twice a week. Especially since they're all practically living together now, and I'm the only person they can tell about stuff because I was the only one NOT there. We're getting down to the bare essentials with employees right now; my favourite coworker had to leave to stay with her kids, and my least favourite finally got himself transferred to a different store. So that leaves 6, one manager, three ASMs, Destini and myself. Yeah, try calling in sick when one employee can't work during the day because of school, one is on his only day off that week, one has kids getting off the bus at noon, and the other two are already working different shifts that day. Booo. Oh look, it's lunch time... This is more or less what I look like right now (when I bother to curl my hair); 5 wrote a song| for you.

[23 May 2009|11:11pm] [ mood | calm ] I GRADUATED. I didn't actually go to the ceremony because that would have been a big waste of time, but they should eventually send me some form of diploma. I think. I'm not 100% on that bit yet. Either way, it's over. I did a really excellent gig last night, but had a sore jaw when I got home. I chocked it up to sing-yelling with my mouth open too wide (prematurely getting into character for Ross, clearly) then woke up with the God-given knowledge that a wisdom tooth will be attempting to force its way into my mouth in a short while. I can only hope it beats a hasty retreat via surgery and I can get back to gigging, because my musical schedule is filling up fastlike and something big will possibly be happening very soon. I can't say what because I'll look stupid if it doesn't happen, but know that it will probably make me very happy. Speaking of things that make me happy, Practical Magic is on tonight. Best. Movie. Ever. Every time I need motivation to stop eating/run until my butt falls off/do cocaine to get skinny, I watch this movie. Unfortunately, it also tempts me to dye my hair dark brown (which would probably be a terrible idea), and grow it out super long (which is not such a bad idea at all). And move to a huge Victorian style house in New England. And adopt some crazy aunts that stay up late and make alcoholic beverages like they're taking over the world. Check it out. And if you were interested in seeing the whole briliant movie (in shitty quality), click here. It will probably be disabled at some point, but for now it is still up. The soundtrack is phenomenal and, even if the ending is a bit out of control, the entire first half is so worth watching. Luna's still chillin out for now. We also adopted an attack-rat last week from a family that was too dimwitted to care for their pets, so she's been quite the project. Mum named her Molly, and she's evil. She's bit (and drawn blood on) everyone but my brother thus far, so we're handling her with gloves at the moment. She bothers the hell out of Lune so she pretty much lives in her own cage for now, but Remy has taken a shine to her and will defend her from Flake when he gets pushy during playtime. Very cute. I am now off to make the first official spiked drink of the season! I have refrained from drinking the last two months so that I could be sharp for finals but that is so over. The kahlua is calling my name... for you.

[12 May 2009|09:19am] [ mood | chipper ] I HAVE ONE ESSAY LEFT TO FREEDOM! I start picking up a few extra hours at Gamestop as soon as I'm done at the library (next week), which will not bother me in the least, since working there lately has been almost fun and I'll need something to keep me occupied while Michelle is busy. I'm way too excited about going camping and hiking and biking this summer, but since that will likely happen during the week because Miche works weekends, I'm super looking forward to spending all weekend being a bum around the house, talking about inappropriate things with Ross. Which reminds me, I need to hop in the shower because my appointment to apply for a passport is in two hours(!). Professor James Snowflake approves of warm weather and green grass. 4 wrote a song| for you.

[10 May 2009|05:33pm] [ mood | stressed ] Brittany says: JUST READ THE DAMN CARDS. Berlioz says:  OKAY Berlioz says:  OH NO  IT SAYS YOU'RE A FAG Brittany says:  CRAP  PUT THEM AWAY Berlioz says:  OH NO THERES ANOTHER ONE  IT SAYS  YOU'RE A FAG Brittany says:  THAT WAS SEKRIT STUPID CARDS. Berlioz says:  OKAY NEXT CARD  IT SAYS  JOSH IS A FAG  WAIT  SORRY  WRONG READING Brittany says:  MAYBE THEY ARE UPSIDE DOWN Berlioz says:  OH In addition, we just finished yelling at each other in German. I'm pretty sure neither of us knew what we were saying. Gig went well last night. Still have a long final to finish by midnight tonight. Then a paper to write for Soc due by tomorrow night. I'm working at the library all week. The weather has been acceptably nice this week, so I'm going to go ahead and stay in NY for the summer. Saving money is a good thing, I hear. for you.

[10 May 2009|12:12am] [ mood | blah ] I need more survey answers for my Soc project. If you're reading this (and you're from the US, you crackpot Eurowhores), take two minutes to fill this in and comment it back? I'll bake you cookies. Promise! 1. Do you come from a family that is interested in politics? Do you parents vote? Do you know what party(s) they generally vote for? 2. Where are you from? Occupation? What is the extent of your involvement in the government? 3.How do you feel about the outcome of the last election? 4. What is your opinion on abortion/gay marriage/animal research? Why? 3 wrote a song| for you.

[09 May 2009|03:09pm] [ mood | lethargic ] My Tom's shoes finally came in yesterday (YAY), I'll post a photo later. Then Primary Colours came in today. I love getting packages. However, I have so much work to finish by Monday and no time, and everything is falling apart with school, and I have a gig tonight that I do NOT want to play, and and and. And it's raining. It was cute for the first half hour, but now it's dismal and depressing and I really just want to crawl into bed with a book and forget that school and music and jobs exist. I wonder what would happen if I just blew off my finals. Hmm. 10 wrote a song| for you.

[04 May 2009|02:35pm] [ mood | blah ] Job interview with a bar this week. Need it. Horrors on Thursday. Stressful. Finals all due Wednesday-Friday. Triple stressful. It's going to rain for the next two weeks. Kill me. It's sunny outside right now, but I have so much work to do that I can't go out. Ughughugh. My plan is to get signed and start touring before I have to go back to college next fall. PLEASE MAKE ME FAMOUS SO I DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL EVER AGAIN, LORD OF LORDS. I'll bake you cookies every Sunday! and then eat them. Freedom begins Monday. Glorious Monday. Then I start working a bajillion hours a week and making money so Micha and I can go camping everywhere. Texas/Ark plans are still up in the air. With the weather going as it looks like it may, there's a good chance I'll just pack and leave Monday morning. We shall see. We buried Shake, Joe and Bellatrix on Friday. Still looking for the perfect plant to put on top of Lukey, who will be buried in a large pot so that I can take him when I move. I can't bear to shove him into a grave here and then never return again. Which I will not. for you.

[03 May 2009|09:42am] [ mood | angry ] Post office hours were created to become the bane of a working college student's existance. As was the rule that once you are 21, you are suddenly mature and responsible. What the fuck? I'm outraged that most hotels with decent prices will not rent out rooms to people under 21. Do I look like a crazy party girl to you? I have a credit card, I have a car, I've had a job since I was 14, I've been in college for two years, I CAN VOTE AND JOIN THE FUCKING MILITARY, but I'm not well mature enough to rent a hotel room for another 8 months. Unbelieveable. Don't even get me started on the subject of the drinking age in the US. 2 wrote a song| for you.

Jailbait. [27 Apr 2009|11:09pm] [ mood | naughty ] I fucking would. for you.

[23 Apr 2009|09:04am] [ mood | amused ] I went downstairs to nick some muffins from the lobby and some ancient old woman came around the corner to get coffee and greeted me with "Good morning, Little One." It made me laugh out loud in glee. I wanted to give her a hug. for you.

[23 Apr 2009|12:31am] [ mood | Ugh. ] I hate Pennsylvania. I hate Pennsylvania. I hate hate hate Pennsylvania. It's disgusting here. It's cold, it smells, and everything is black. And I miss my rats. 3 wrote a song| for you.

[22 Apr 2009|07:45am] [ mood | anxious ] Oh look, it's one of those holidays that everyone ignores except me. So much work to do, so little time. We're leaving today and Luna is not coming with us like I had planned. I hate the thought of leaving her home while I'm hundreds of miles away, unable to reach her if she needs me. As Bollo would say, I got a bad feeling about this. I seriously need to get off my butt and pack because I signed up to work this afternoon and we'll be leaving literally the moment I get home. I have too many things to get done. My head hurts. Miche and I went to the Dinosaur BBQ to see Turnip Stampede on Monday. Lovely boys, just lovely. Very warm and inviting (there were lots of hugs involved even though we've all just become aquainted), and so talented. Plus, you know, DIno is the best barbeque this side of the Mason Dixon Line, so that's always a delicious adventure. My plans to go to Texas in May are hanging on whether or not I can book some gigs down there. I have no money. Literally, no money. I'm actually about a hundred in debt. One more crisis to deal with when I get back on Saturday. I got a call-back from a bar in Galveston yesterday, which reminds me that I need to get ahold of them. Anyway, the possibility is there, but the reality isn't looking great. Besides the fact that I have to figure out how I'm going to fund my trip to Toronto in two weeks to see the Horrors... and get all of my homework done. Argh. I bought these bright purple, high heeled pirate boots yesterday. Yes I did. I bought them and I intend to find every excuse to wear them as often as possible. Just watch me. Have this; for you.

[20 Apr 2009|11:34am] [ mood | optimistic ] Kooza, museums and warm weather this weekend! for you.

[08 Apr 2009|03:03pm] [ mood | cranky ] The internet, the internet, all my shit plus whatever is left of my kingdom for the internet! Day six without. Death is surely imminant. For my classes, anyway. The funny thing about taking online classes and then not having the internet is that you have to really, really want to do the work to get it done and submitted, and I really, really don't give a fuck. I haven't had the motivation to do my classes for several weeks at this point, let alone the motivation to leave my house for foreign lands in the quest for wifi on a daily basis. And YEAH, I didn't realise how much I adored Ross until I couldn't send her obnoxious, inappropriate and often times sexual messages every day. I also didn't realise how chill it is at Micha's house late at night when everyone is trying to do homework. So relaxing. And there are usually scones and tea. Am currently at the library on campus. I'm going to kill the group of people sitting around me. You are sitting RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, there is NO NEED TO SHOUT, OKAY?! Fuck's sake, this is a library. If I was on shift, I'd kick their asses out. I have to work at Gamestop at 4:30, and I wanted to run earlier, so now I'm in a weird period where I have free time and I'm trying to get things done, but I forgot all of my books, and I can't really pr0n with Rossling cause I'm in a very (very) public place on a computer that is not my own, and just GAH I WANT MY INTERNET BAAAAACK. I pulled into my driveway last night after finishing homework at Michelle's and then I sat there in my car as the lake-effect snow dumped more snow on the six inches we already had. I sat there, and I sat some more, and then I started thinking, How long would it take to pack up the things I would need and get the hell out of here? How much money could it possibly cost me if I just drove off to the southland right this moment? I would empty my clothes into a basket, pack up the tent/sleeping bag/bedding, feed the rats, leave a note about meds for Luna and just go. Ahh, I wanted to. I almost did it. Then I remembered I had snow tires on my car that would melt off before I even hit Kentucky, and I don't get paid until next Thursday, and I have a job until May, and I'd miss the poor ratties I have left, and everything is really just fucked. But all the same, the urge was there and it almost got me. Similarly, several weeks ago, when the weather was starting to get nice again (before the fucking snow came back), I was on my way home from a gig in Alex Bay and I got distracted and forgot which exit I was coming up to on the interstate. I made an agreement with myself right then; If I've already missed my exit, I'll keep driving until I get to New Orleans. I'll buy clothes when I get there and I'll make due with not having what I've left home until I think I can bear to come back to this horrible, cold, wet place. Then my exit came into view and I got off and I went home, fed the rats, and went to bed. Anyway, the urges to leave are getting stupidly strong, so I'm pretty sure something is going to give soon. I hope. I suppose I ought to attempt some homework. Or hate letters to the damned cable company. That sounds much more productive. 2 wrote a song| for you.

[25 Mar 2009|05:42pm] [ mood | grumpy ] You can not live on cloves and iced coffee. You can not live on cloves and iced coffee. You can not live on cloves and iced coffee. You can not live on cloves and iced coffee. Mostly because you're broke, but really now. 7 wrote a song| for you.

[21 Mar 2009|08:25pm] [ mood | lazy ] 1 wrote a song| for you.

[21 Mar 2009|12:52pm] [ mood | okay ] I had to write a two page autobiography for my soc class this week, so I thought we might all benefit from writing and posting one. Therefor, I am TAGGING YOU BAHAHAHAH.  Now run along and write a couple paragraphs about yourself. ( Cutsies to the life stuff. )   4 wrote a song| for you.

[18 Mar 2009|11:03pm] [ mood | restless ] What is currently on my jogging playlist; ( Cause I can't run without music. ) Suggestions? Music you enjoy exercising to? Do you hate music and never want to hear another word about it again? What about your mum? for you.

[17 Mar 2009|11:53pm] [ mood | thoughtful ] Ten things you probably didn't know about me. I love some of the songs I've written. You should too. My room is filthy. Don't ever stay the night in it and don't EVER come in here barefoot. Trust me. What do I have living in the room across the hall? Yeah. Like I said. Wear socks. I hate seeing people I know when I'm out. I will avoid eye contact and make minimal conversation if they insist on speaking to me and under no circumstances will I exchange phone numbers. I've spent an exorbitant amount of money on craft supplies in the last six months. If I don't start selling off some of the crap I've made, I'll be in big trouble. Incidentally, www.myspace.com/gatherweave is where you should send all of your friends. Right now. Do it. Do it now. Send them there. I have realised that coffee actually is an acquired taste; the more you try different kinds, the more you realise it's pretty tasty no matter what form it is in.  Every once in a while, I seriously consider breast implants and spend an hour or so looking at clinics and prices online. I hate my body and feel like I got fucking gypped on that whole hourglass figure thing. I keep thinking Snowflake is Luke when I go into their room at night and I can't see that well. My heart jumps for a split second and then plummets when I realise that I'm crazy and he's never coming back. I hate running. It hurts my lungs and my legs and I'm always disgusting and tired afterwards. I hate dieting. I was raised on high calorie southern cooking and I don't like sacrificing good food for weight loss. I wish diet pills worked. I really honestly feel like I have a higher purpose that keeps me going, or like everything will just work itself out. Maybe it's my own personal self defense mechanism against stress, but I don't worry a whole lot about stuff. I just assume that if I can't work it out, someone else can, and if not, it's not the end of the world. There's always someone somewhere that can give you a leg up, even if you have to beg [and/or suck cock] for it. The number one thing that you (most of you, anyway) do not know about me; I love writing slashy, disgusting, pornographic and often times violent fanfiction. AND I'm bad at it. And I'm posting it here for you in a separate f-locked entry! If you're offended by boylove, my advice to you is to either not click that cut FFS, or spend some time looking at Horrors pictures and  tour diaries. You will be turned to gaydom. In addition, you will most likely not know who the fuck these characters are. Funnily enough, a weird crossover fic is what got me into the Hors in the first place, so maybe you'll start downloading shit and writing slash with me. DO IT. 4 wrote a song| for you.

[14 Mar 2009|04:15pm] [ mood | ecstatic ] HOLY SHIT. It didn't hit me until I was standing outside the venue last night how cool it was that Infected Mushroom was playing in Syracuse. It also didn't hit me until I was driving home that they'd probably never play here while I'm living nearby again. That made me sad since I could have chatted up some guy for the location of the after party and hung out with the band, but I left because I was tired from dancing for six hours and I had shit to get done today. Besides, after shouting "WHO DO I HAVE TO SLEEP WITH TO GET A GUITAR PICK," a little too loudly (due to an earplug malfunction) while they were packing their shit up, I don't think the band really wanted to chill with me anyway. But seriously, UHHHNN SO GOOD. Aside from the fact that I was catching the brunt of everyone's dance-towards-the-front smush, I enjoyed my spot in front of the stage way too much and got lots of delicious eye contact and smiles from the band. They sounded great, the light show was brilliant and I had tons of fun with my show-buddies. Even though half our glowsticks were bunk and my purple one died just two hours in. Also, I'm going to sleep with this tall, sexy, guitar-playin' man. Mmmmm. ( The show. ) 5 wrote a song| for you.

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