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[06 Jul 2009|06:36pm] |
First thing's first! My birthday is in 20 days (July 26th, Baby!) and I actually have things I want this year:
1. Violin.
2. This Blanket
3. Sketchbook(s) (the ones with the coils, preferably) and art pens (the packages of them; 0.8/0.5/0.3/0.1
4. These Tablet Stylus Nibs
5. Money
TAH DAH. I can't remember the last time I actually wanted something for my Birthday. Last year is excluded because I've wanted to go somewhere for my 21st since I was, like, Nine.
BUT OTHER THAN THAT! This has been my life:
1. Work
2. Work - Was forced into training to be on "Executive Support" team. Was furious.
3. Work - Found out this means they give me POWER. Evil feeling commenced.
4. Work - I decided that it was a bad thing to give me Power. They think I'm wrong about that.
5. Work - Training for "Executive Support" Ended Today. Mwahaha.
6. Friends - Need to spend more time with them =/
7. Cam - See "Friends"
8. Family - Immediate Family; Mama's very ill (Hospital/Doctor visits and all) I'm worried about her.
9. Family - Amelia's a Brat. Dad's a goon, the dogs are bitchy/old.
10. Family - Petty shit with extended family. Got so bad there was an actual family meeting. Was hoping for something of SUBSTANCE to argue. Was disappointed.
11. Family - Addition starts in a week or two, FINALLY. Enough pushing back, already!
12. Art - Been drawing a Journal Comic lately! One a day.
13. Protesting - I'm making a campaign to eliminate tooth brushes. More information to follow, website should be up soon.
That's...pretty much it! YAY CONDENSED THINGS.
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[03 Jul 2009|07:44pm] |
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MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP!
I want a violin. =) That's aaaaall I want this year. Well, aside from money. But everyone wants money.
No, I want a violin!
EDIT from July 6th/09: I lied, there are more things I want.
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| Wheee! |
[11 Jun 2009|03:08pm] |
Okay, so...The addition had been put on a brief hold to deal with Family things on our end, as well as a death in the family on our Contractor's end.
BUT IT HAS BEEN SIGNED FOR (I'm pretty sure anyway, I've been working 2:30-11pm so I have no idea, other than the fact that they've been taking things down outside)!
Which means that we need to move an entire half of our house into the other half, while painting my current room and taking apart our patio and shed.
SO WHO WANTS TO HELP TEAR DOWN A SHED ON SATURDAY?! IT'LL BE FUUUUUN
I work at 2:30 that day, so chances are, around 1-ish, you get to bugger off back home. So it'll only be a morning thing, I'm pretty sure. WHO WANTS TO HELP? YOU MIGHT GET TO USE POINTY THINGS! =D
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| The hard part is over |
[20 May 2009|03:20pm] |
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Gramma's Funeral was yesterday.
Mushy stuff behind a cut because I'm sure you're sick of me being a baby.
( General thoughts on burial and death here )
I felt like a stranger in my own family!
Isn't that fun? We're pretty much estranged from Mom's side of the family too, apparently. Woe. We all used to be so close! I remember yesterday, standing with two of my Aunts and most of my cousins while they talked amongst themselves, and I just remember thinking "Wow, I don't know any of you anymore." Which I can't blame anyone for, I could call them just as easily as they could call me, so all of us and none of us are at fault for that, it just felt so strange. It didn't really matter though, I joked around with them, still had fun in the end.
APPARENTLY that premixed "Rockstar + Vodka" drinks you can get at the LCBO make you forget that your feet hurt! Do I speak from experience? Yes. Also from experience: the sugar crash afterwords is HORRIBLE. BUT YAY ALCOHOL IN ENERGY DRINKS. My cousin Trevor told me I need to drink more, or at least get a more interesting life so I can tell HIM stories like he tells me stories.
Granted, those stories usually begin with "So this one time, I was smashed off my face...". And, uhm, to be honest, I don't really have an interest in drinking more. I generally only drink socially, which is mostly few and far between, but I really don't see the point of constantly wasting money on alcohol just to have fun that I might not remember the next day. But each to their own, right?
BUT YEAH. I feel better, mostly.
Now I just have to lend Mama my strength for when she tells her sisters about Papa living with us! THAT is a whole new ballgame. Family? What's that? I only have my direct blood relations, a Grandfather and one Uncle on my Dad's side! 8D That's all I need, right? RIGHT.
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| Uh, Wow, Heartbreaking. |
[17 May 2009|08:16pm] |
It's official, Gramma is being buried on Tuesday, May 19th.
Mom and Dad were hugging really tightly last time I went downstairs; Dad trying to calm her down and Mom trying to not cry, but Dad was twisting a ring around one of his fingers, a ring he had recently gotten made in memory of Pa.
I was okay with this, until I saw that.
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| Hahaha, oh Dad. |
[16 May 2009|10:22am] |
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My morning is off to a great start! We're going to Pa's property to set off fire works, have dinner and wander the bushes, so it'll be a LONG day, but barring any family drama it should turn out to be amazing.
But yeah, my Morning is off to a wonderful start with my favourite games: Make fun of Dad, and Mess with Amelia.
Make fun of Dad:
Dad farted, really loud. I told him "Whoa, you kinda got some lift with that one", he laughs. I keep going "And they say human's can't fly." Dad laughs harder, but is busy texting.
"I sure showed them."
Oh Dad. ILU.
Fart Jokes are way better when they're short. Or at least retelling a story that involves farts.
Mess with Amelia:
Amelia stayed in Hamilton last night, and we never got a clear answer from her as to whether or not she was going or whether or not she was bringing friends with her. So this morning, Dad texts her with "Are you still coming?"
To which she replies "Tonight? Is it still on?"
Huh. I'm sitting on the stairs, watching Dad, and he looks at me with an expression that screams "...Well, duh." He explains what Amelia is really bad at not giving straight answers; she'll dance around it and take forever to respond.
This is where the game starts.
He sends her TWO texts: "Who is coming?" and "What time?"
They start sending texts back and forth, Amelia telling him how he knew two of the three people she's bringing, but doesn't even give the name of the third until Dad asks for it, and after a bit of banter back and forth, Amelia asks "Can he come with us?" My Dad, in his infinite wisdom, responds with:
"I'm fine, how are you?"
After asking me the various short form ways of swearing in chat speak. He's already laughing, but she responds back with "IDK. Just asking if he can come. I'm fine, anyway"...and my Dad bursts out laughing and starts texting; see, my Dad is an awesome guy, but his laugh, when you REALLY get him laughing, is amazingly hilarious. Its kind of pitched and giggly and his face goes red and his head tilts back and...well, its funny, if you ever see it.
He goes "I just asked her when she works next!" And wandered out of the house to pack the truck, laughing the entire way.
My Dad is a special man. I love him so much, ahaha.
By the way, Amelia never did reply to "What Time?". We assume she either didn't get it, or is being cryptic.
So yeah. Good day already! =D
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| I shit you not! |
[04 May 2009|10:02pm] |
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So remember my last journal, where I said my Aunt left my Uncle?
GUESS WHO THEY BOTH BLAME?
My Dad.
Its hilarious. It is really, really fucking hilarious. We all (meaning us four) had SUCH a laugh over it tonight. Man, what a riot! I really am laughing about it, I'm not being sarcastic!
A little while back, maybe last weekend or something, my Dad was at their house and they were getting dirt for a garden. Dad said that he's just use his truck since he can pack a yard's worth of dirt in there. My Aunt suggested that he uses my Uncle's trailer, since they could get more dirt in one shot. But then she looked down at my Dad's truck and says "Oh, but you don't have a trailer hitch."
My Uncle called tonight, so drunk you could practically smell it through the phone, and admitted to my Dad that it was that last phrase that set him off. It was that last phrase that made him so angry and so hateful that they got into a nasty fight, and then broke up.
"Oh, but you don't have a trailer hitch."
My Dad's truck not having a trailer hitch caused a divorce.
I shit you not.
So funny, oh my god. So very funny. My Dad's a home wrecker! He was standing in the kitchen when I came home with Amelia, and he's like "Hey girls! I'm in bed right now! See all the sleep I'm losing over this?" and then laughs his ass off. Apparently he told my Uncle that he was going to bed, and that was the ONLY WAY he could get him off of the phone. A little later, to prove how immature/amused we all were with it, Dad stops on the stairs and holds his stomach, saying: "Oh man, I feel really bad about this" then he farts, really loudly. Twice. Then goes "...Or it was just that." then howled with laughter and wandered upstairs.
I love my Dad.
But Seriously.
My Dad's Trailer Hitch.
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| Interesting Week was Interesting |
[04 May 2009|10:20am] |
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I'm Sick! Just saying that, to get it out of the way. Dizzy, sniffly, chipmunked voice and everything. Sick Sick Sick.
So Cam, Josh, Pat and I went out Saturday with every intention on going to Mississauga for Free Comic Book Day. I wanted to meet the guys from No Reason, which is a comic I read, and what was supposed to be me just geeking ended up as a rather fun trip.
We didn't make it to Mississauga. The Highway was closed before the Ford Plant and the traffic was horrible, and I wasn't up to waiting for hours. I'd get my chance to meet them eventually! So we turn around, and we pass by a Go station. Cam yells out "LETS GO TO TORONTO"
Guess where we ended up going! I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
But in case you're too lazy to guess, we went to Toronto. Where there was a Baseball Game, some form of Weed smoking march thing in front of city hall, and some form of religious rally. Busy day in Toronto was busy, and we happened to go that day.
We went to Anime Extreme, where I had a stubborn fight with Cam and LOST HORRIBLY, then we went to 88 for lunch and then to the Chinatown Mall...then back home. It was a lot of fun, we're retarded. But I was sick, and before we even got to Anime Extreme, Pat gave me allergy medication because my cold was close enough to an allergy cold and that was really the only type of drug we had on us (AND I TOOK IT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION ON DUNDAS ST), but by the time we got to 88 I was shaking so badly I couldn't hold chopsticks, and everything was so surreal and I was so loopy it was funny.
I honestly couldn't tell you if I was high from the medication or from hunger or from being sick, but it was amusing. I was reading my Vitamin Water bottle later, and it said not to take any sort of medication for at least two hours before or after drinking it. Well, damn. I used the Vitamin water to down those allergy pills! Oops.
So yeah, Saturday was a long day, but a fun day. We got derailed so badly!
In keeping with my luck lately, my good day came crashing down when I come home to discover that my Aunt Aileen had called Mom, in tears, asking if she could stay at our house for the night. Of course Mom said yes, and maybe an hour after I got home she showed up, and she cried to Mom outside for what seemed like forever until it got too dark and cold to stay outside.
I tried to stay away, because its none of my business and I didn't want to ruin my day, but I went downstairs once and they were talking about Gramma, and both of them were in tears...well, I wanted to hug them. But I knew if I did I'd be down there forever, so I just went back to my room. I'm weak though...and within five minutes I was down there, hugging them and trying to cheer them up.
I imparted some of my awesome wisdom upon them, since despite being there as well, I am an outsider for the things THEY were feeling; its totally different watching a Parent pass away than it is a Grandparent, so my thoughts on the matter were from a different perspective. They seemed really glad that I butted into their conversation, especially my Aunt, whose dream I interpreted using my totally awesome Psychology skills.
Its really, really hard to keep disliking someone when they're staring at you slack-jawed in wide eyed awe, and when they come up to hug you tightly and honestly thank you over and over from the bottom of their heart. Despite what a bitch she's been lately, I can't bring myself to dislike her anymore. I just can't. I'm too forgiving and emotional!
So yeah. She left my Uncle, Again, and she's trying to disappear, apparently. But in the process, I found out yesterday, she really truly hurt my Papa. She was supposed to go to his house yesterday, and he told Mom that he waited at home all day for her, but nothing. Not a word, but a phone call, nothing. He said "I'm done with it, I want to get out of here. I'm ready to move now.", and, well, my Mom is now triple stressed. She's terrified that this will come back to bite her in the ass, and I talked to her all night last night about it.
But I still can't bring myself to be mad at my Aunt again. Fuck.
We're a remarkably resilient family, we've been estranged from the people we love for stupid and petty reasons on their end, not ours, and all we can do right now is roll with the punches. We have to take care of Papa now, he's too old to change his ways and if we leave him alone he won't last for much longer. Whatever happens after that, we'll deal with it after that. We are remarkably strong, and if they come back to snap at Mom, she'll have Dad, my Sister, and Myself behind her, snapping back.
So yeah, lots of worries flying around my house right now, lots of stupid shit, lots of stress. I feel really sorry for my Mom, she looks so worn out and so...out of it. I'm afraid that when everything dies down she'll just lose it...but like I said, I can't focus on that right now, because it hasn't happened yet. I'll just be there for her when I can, the end!
I TRIED CLEANING MY ROOM YESTERDAY. WHAT THE HELL. I clean my room EVERY. SINGLE. WEEKEND. And I'm barely home, and yet it still manages to be so dirty that I need to clean it! AHHH. Mess Pixies! The more subtle cousins of the Cut Fairies. Buggers! Oh well, it was still amusing on Sunday, to clean my room and wonder how in the hell I managed to make such a mess.
Man, I wish I could do one long post without going into something depressing. Oh well! At least I'm sharing?
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| So yeah. |
[25 Apr 2009|12:21am] |
I read a lot of Journal Comics.
For those of you who don't know, Journal Comics are...well, they're pretty much what you think they are. They're a journal, in comic form, and usually updated daily. I read a LOT of them, from the famous "American Elf" by James Kochalka to "The Daily Odyssey" by Brett Muller to "Allan" by Allan Wood...and those are just three. My "Comics" Bookmark folder is huge.
Admittedly, some of the updates are boring, some are gross and some are downright amusing.
This one made me laugh my ass off, from "Dear Diary: Today Nothing Happened" by Shazzbaa.
I just thought I'd share it with all you lovely people. =)
"Why read Journal Comics, though?" I honestly couldn't tell you why I like them so much. I think its just remembering that there are millions of other people out there that do things day to day, which isn't something you think about while you putter along with your own life. With me, anyway. Its great to sit back and take a curious peek into someone else's daily life.
Shazzbaa's comic is great fun, I definitely suggest reading it from the beginning. Here are a few others in case you're curious:
The Daily Odyssey, Allan, American Elf, Ink Dick, are some of the ones I read. Don't be put off though; two out of four linked here have a kind of...gross current comic. At least, current as to when I put this journal up.
P.S. Most of the journal comics I read are from people who go to SCAD in Savannah, Georgia. Coincidence? I really think not.
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