You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:42:50 GMT

I haven't posted in my personal journal for a million years. Anyway, this is the first Thanksgiving in my entire life where I haven't woken up with my family, watched the stupid parade, and then sat around bored for the rest of the day. Instead, I woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon in my own apartment next to the man I love and will be (ostensibly. We'll see.) working on homework for most of the day. It feels a little...strange? Not bad, just....different. Anticlimactic? Tomorrow we *may* go look at shopping stuff, and then I have an MRI (yay). In the afternoon we're going to my mom's house for a belated Thanksgiving dinner.

I think I found my dress! I think I found my dress!

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 06:30:41 GMT

Okay, first of all, we *did* end up changing our venue. It will not longer be at the gardens and it won't be at the church, either. Both the ceremony and reception are going to be held at Wildlife Prairie State Park. I still get my outdoor ceremony (HOOOORAY), but if it rains or is stupidly hot outside we can move the ceremony indoors to our reception site. We've put a deposit down, so NO MOAR CHANGING OF VENUES.

Anyway, Britnar came for a visit this past weekend and we had fun going to every bridal shop in town to look for bridesmaid dresses. Brittany tried on some pretty princess dresses and looked fabulous. At the first shop we went to, she suggested I try on some wedding dresses (just for fun, since at that point I was pretty decided on the one from David's). I agreed and she picked out a few that she wanted me to try. I liked all of them (Brittany has good taste in foofy dresses) but one of them was so awesomely amazing I have decided that its *~*~The Dress~*~*.

The lighting in the room wasn't great, so the pictures are not high quality. The sample was also way too big. BUT BUT BUT

You can't see the detail in the pictures, so here is a link to the dress on the designer's website. I lurve it and I couldn't stop smiling when I was in it. I showed my mother and got her approval; she wants me to wait until September before we order it. I can wait. Impatiently, but still.

Cham-pag-en.

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 07:04:21 GMT

Yesterday I read a story about a puppy who was FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET.

www.nj.com/parenting/index.ssf/2009/06/4_year_old_flushes_puppy_down.html

Just thought I would share.

THE END.

The Search for The Dress: Part One

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 01:41:08 GMT

So, we have tentatively set a date (July 17, 2010) and have started to look at venues for the ceremony and reception. We are not procrastinators, yay (well, on this at any rate. The further we work ahead, the less stress we'll have during school.) And today I went with my mom and youngest sister to try on some fancy things. It was fun and little scary, mostly because I was terrified I would STEP ON THE EIGHTY YARDS OF FABRIC and inadvertently rip it and then the sale's lady would yell at me and nobody would have any fun.

But that crisis was averted. Pictures are below the cut (so my love can't peek). I need opinions! My mom was very careful to not influence my opinions. Too careful. HALP.

(Also: there might be a significant amount of wedding talk on here for the next few months. I know many of you are fandom friends, so if you find this irksome and want to defriend me I understand completely. Not everyone enjoys being subjected to foofy dresses and whatnot every few days.)

This was the very first one I tried on.I like the back, but it took forever to lace up and the dress was *heavy.*
Back:
The front was cute too, with the little bow.
Front (Ignore the look on my face. Erin took the pictures too quickly):

The second dress had lace along the bottom (which I loved) but again, it was so darn heavy. It was also a bit too big (hence the clothespins).
Back:

I liked the haltar top on this one as well. It helped the dress to stay up since I'm not very blessed in the chest department.
Front:

Dress Number Three was twice my size (I'm a six; it was a twelve), so it was clothespinned to bejeezus and back.
Back:

Front:

Dress Four was one of the two that I really loved. It originally had cap sleeves on it, but I had the salesperson take them off because they were huge and looked ridiculous on me. I loved, loved, LOVED, the beading on this gown. It was romantic but not overbearing.
Front:

The train was still long, but it wasn't nearly as heavy as the other ones.
Back:

Since I liked this dress so much, the salesperson brought out a headpiece and veil to try on with it.

Around that time, the store manager came out and suggested I try on some gowns out of their catalouge. This was one of them:

Front:

The front wasn't bad, but the back seemed strange to me. I wasn't a huge fan.

Back:

The final dress I tried was one the salesperson who was helping me brought out because I liked dress number four so much. Its a bit similar, but the embroidery is more flowery and the fabric sparkled in the light. I can't decide if I like this one or the fourth dress more:
Front:

Back:

And more with the veil and a different headpiece:

And there we have it. I'm supposed to go back on Wednesday to discuss how much alterations could potentially cost, because any of the dresses would have to be taken in at the waist and bust. It'll probably have to be hemmed as well, because even in heels I had to lift the front to walk.

And this had better post, because uploading these pictures took far longer than it should have.

I are older.

Sat, 16 May 2009 21:08:44 GMT

Today is my 23rd birthday. For some reason, I feel like 23 is MUCH MUCH OLDER than 22. I have no idea why. Plans for the evening include grocery shopping. Then Doug is making me dinner because he is shiny and wonderful.

We're all moved in to our new apartment. It is very...well, empty at the moment. We don't have much furniture other than the bed, the dresser, a love seat, and my parents old kitchen table. There is a huge pile of boxes in the dining room that I am pretending don't exist at the moment.

I am really enjoying my new job. I love working with the little ones during the first half of my shift. They're exhausting, but a lot of fun to work with. Baby smiles make me happy.

Also, YOU GUYS I SAW STAR TREK. I knew just enough about it to get some of the little in jokes (lol, guy in the red suit), there were EXPLOSIONS and also some time travel stuff that wasn't COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS and some awesome characters and really, that's all I want in my summer movies.

This...has just been a sad day.

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 05:18:43 GMT

Today my parents had to put my family's 17 year old tabby cat to sleep. Not only was she ridiculously old, but she was partially paralyzed, suffering from a bad infection, and hardly eating. She literally could not walk or clean herself anymore. They'd put off making the appointment for a while, mostly to appease my younger sisters (one of which is younger than that cat) but they finally decided that it wasn't fair to let her suffer anymore. My mom told me that she wasn't scared at the vet's and that she was even purring while my mom was petting her.

I know a lot of people will think I'm crazy because she was 'just a cat', but I've been crying off and on all evening. I left Japanese class early because I kept having to fight back tears and it was becoming embarrassing. I knew that the cat was sick and that this day was approaching quickly but some silly, childish part of me kept hoping that she'd make some miraculous recovery and be okay again.

A few weeks ago I took a bunch of pictures of Percy with my youngest sister. They're really sweet photos; I need to upload them.

No more school, please.

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 02:45:32 GMT

I am beyond burned out on school at the moment. It's a little bit discouraging. The classes themselves are fine, for the most part, but I'm stressing about my paper for linguistics. Our proposal is due next Wednesday and while I have a general idea of what I want to do (communicative language between men and women) it is far too broad for a 15 page paper. I'm considering limiting it to how men and women communicate on the internet (through blogs, chat, etc) or changing it to the way couples in relationships speak differently to one another than they do towards others. I just...don't know. There has to be a fieldwork aspect to it, and both of the aformentioned topics are fairly easy for me to do considering I only have 23 days from the proposal to when the final paper is due.

I cannot believe that it is almost April. Just thinking about that puts a big smile on my face. I love seeing the tulips popping up everywhere and being able to go to my night classes while its STILL LIGHT OUT. It's been very warm in my room, but that just means I can have the window open without worrying about it becoming freezing.

The entry in which I talk about absolutely nothing of importance

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 22:19:30 GMT

I want pizza. Like, ridiculously badly. And not the nasty crap they have at the dining center. GOOD pizza. Conceivably, I could do this but I don't want to because I still have NO DAMN JOB despite applying for literally every place I could think of. I'm already dipping into my savings to pay for school stuff and I can't justify spending fifteen bucks on pizza. Even though it would be delicious. And last me about a week. And really: it would be DELICIOUS. (No, self, no!)

The deadline to apply for housing next year has passed and I was incredibly tempted to write the housing department a letter saying HAHAHA, BITCHES, I'M NEVER COMING BACK. Every damn day this place gives me another reason to hate it. From the signs in the bathroom that say 'please do not vomit in sinks' (why do they need to even say that? WHY? WHY?) to the overflowing nasty ass showers to the fact that my room is either far too hot or freezing due to the shitastic heating system.

WHY AM I LOOKING AT PIZZA PLACES. NO. BAD.

I've been kind of halfheartedly watching Heroes this season. It is still made of fail and continuity problems and I hate the kid that is tagging around with Sylar SO GODDAMN MUCH. I don't even remember what his name is. I just remember that he has a very annoying voice and a very annoying purpose and very annoying dialouge and ugh. It's gotten to the point where I can't even watch the first season because it is tainted by the UTTER CRAP I know its going to become and that makes me very, very sad. That is *exactly* what happend to me with Lost. All that squandered potential and all those interesting characters destroyed and the damn show doesn't even manage to be NOT BORING anymore. Unless it has and I've missed it. Oy.

I can't stop laughing at this

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:57:34 GMT

We watched it in Japanese class. That class is...very, very odd.

THE CATS. First I was like D: and then I was like :DDDDD.

I want to do the dance.

Blah, the blues..

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 04:03:49 GMT

I really hate the first few days of a new ring because that seems to be when I'm at my most emotional. I'll be completely fine and then out of nowhere something will set me off and I'll want to curl up in bed and not come out. I don't even know for sure what it was this time, but I just feel kind of bleh. I'm just fed up with my living situation, I think. I don't know.

This is a stupid entry.

I should be in bed

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 08:31:08 GMT

But before I go I just have to say:

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?

It looks so, so shitty. The original was one of the most unnerving, sad movies I've seen. I just rewatched it today, in fact, and I'd completely forgotten that they'd remade it and it comes out Friday and WHHHHY?

Boo.

ETA: Watch this instead.

School! Cold! Exclaimations! And so forth...

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 03:46:43 GMT

Classes started yesterday (well, for ISU, anyway) and from what I've experienced so far this is looking to be an...interesting year.

Mondays: Japanese Culture and Society. This class is one of two three-hour classes that I have this semester (woo.). It apparently does *not* count as one of my 'cultural anthropology' electives though I could not possibly tell you why. The professor for this class was in Brazil so her husband (who I've had as a teacher before) lead the class. We learned some truncated history and then watched THE WEIRDEST FUCKING SHOW I've ever seen. Seriously. I have this problem where if I see somebody acting stupid/awkward/embarrassing then I feel EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE LIKE I WANT TO RUN AWAY. The sitcom we watched was NOTHING BUT forty five minutes of these really, really geeky/nerdy guys being really awkward and nerdy and making sexual comments and then there was a drunk on the train and I kept thinking DO NOT WANT TO WATCH WITH CLASSMATES. Also, the beginning was hysterical and I was trying so hard not to laugh and this guy behind me kept laughing extremely loudly and kicking my chair and it was very, very odd.

ETA: HO'SHIT I FOUND IT.

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Tuesdays and Thursdays: Creative Writing. I had an odd reaction to this class. Half the time I'm excited about it, the other half of the time I'm wondering if I should drop it because it is going to be a ton of work and it is going to force me to share my writing with a large group of people. The short stories I'm not too worried about; its the poetry. I am...not terribly good at the poetry. I always feel like I'm overdoing things and need to write something with a ~message~ instead of the weird nonsense crap I tend to write. Our first exercise was to come up with a List of ten things that poetry is frequently about and ten things that poetry is never about. Which....doesn't work, really. I'm sure you can find a poem about ANYTHING EVER. So I just made up a bunch of gibberish words because clearly one cannot write about things if they *do not exist.* (I am going to fail.)

Also on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Native American Archeology. All we did today was go over the syllabus, however, so I can't say much about that.

Wednesday: Linguistics. Dr. Adachi (the professor for my Japanese Culture class) is the professor for this class as well. I am a little afraid.

So that's my school week; WHAT IS YOURS, LJ?

Eeeegggh...

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:25:15 GMT

All of a sudden I feel anxious Like I'm worried about something but I don't know what. So I thought I'd go to sleep, only I can't . So I make a pointless entry on LJ. I don't know. Maybe I'll play the shit out of Guitar Hero or something until it goes away.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEROES.

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 03:03:46 GMT

DUDE. WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE OBAMA AT THE END? BECAUSE I CANNOT STOP FLAILING AND LAUGHING.

If Sylar is really dead I will forgive this show everything. EVERYTHING.

You have won me as a viewer for next volume, show. Don't disappoint me.

Aw....

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 03:16:28 GMT

I was so close, SO CLOSE to genuinely enjoying Heroes tonight....

And then it went to crap. The end almost made up for it. ALMOST.

I loved Hiro's storyline tonight and I actually enjoyed Claire's (leaving aside the HUGE GLARING PARADOXES their storyline should have created). I was so excited that Hiro's mother gave him the *~catalyst~* and actually dared to hope that maybe JUST MAYBE he would finally have a decent storyline that was relevent to the rest of the plot.

BUT NO.

Arthur Petrelli, the most BLAND AND BORING CHARACTER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, magically swoops in, ruins everything, and shuttles Hiro off to an unattached plot line AGAIN. For gods' sake, WHY WON'T THE WRITERS LEARN THAT HIRO SUCKS WHEN HE IS OFF BY HIMSELF? I feel like they don't know what to do to keep him from being a deus ex machina (though really, they've given him a huge myriad of reasons to not want to time travel anymore and THAT IS FINE) which, whatever, but then they set it up so ANOTHER deus ex machina has to be created in order to bring him back to the current timeline at all.(However, I did enjoy Ando being all excited at the prospect of possibly being able to save Hiro for a change.)

I love that silly, murderous, mustache twilrling, serial killing Sylar is back because he is more fun that way. I am still annoyed at how most of the season is now irrelevant. I almost danced when Arthur was killed. That was almost enough to make up for the previous fail (almost. Not quite).

Its that time of year again....

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 20:30:58 GMT

Finals time. Usually I minimally stress about finals because by this time I'm either doing well enough to not be super freaking out concerned or I'm doing poorly enough that I just want the semester to be over. Usually, however, I do not have FOUR FINALS IN ONE DAY.

::headdesk::

It starts at 10 o'clock tomorrow with Archeology. At one I have my 100 level class (which shouldn't be too bad because the professor is awesome and curves like woah). At 3:10 I have Paleo (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) and at 5:10 I have my African Religions class. We're given two hours for each exam. This means I'll have little to no time in between to study or eat.

Now, I could have put in a request form to move at least one of those exams. I did not know this, however, until my professor informed us LAST WEEK. The deadline to turn the form in was Friday so I decided to say the hell with it and just have one awful day instead of a few icky days. In retrospect, this was probably not a good idea but its too late to do anything about it now.

So I'm taking a wee break. I've studied for Archeology and my 100 level class so far. I'm not *done* studying (still have more than half the study guide to do for both) but still. Paleo is really going to be what kicks my ass, mostly because I missed a few classes and totally missed a lecture on genetics which is making NO SENSE as I look at the notes I borrowed. Luckily, that area is only going to be covered in an optional essay so I can completely avoid it if necessary.

I will be done soon I will be done soon I will be done soon I will be done soon.

I need to move around and DO SOMETHING

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 06:23:44 GMT

...or I will quite possibly go mad. No, seriously. My right leg has apparently decided that since my left leg has stopped aching constantly it (the right leg, I mean) can go ahead and start FREAKING OUT WITH PINPRICKY STABBITY GOODNESS. It is entirely possible that this is the result of sitting in bed nearly all day because I am LAZY and it is COLD. I feel like a hamster in a wheel with no space and TOMORROW IS SATURDAY HUZZAH.

Anyway, a meme:

The 'Be Pete Wentz' poetry meme
01. put your music player on shuffle
02. the first lines of twenty songs = a poem
03. the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

Its Oh So Quiet...
Please--
First the fat boys break up
I feel sick all day long
Your love is huge and I'm embarrassingly immature
Spider Pig, Spider Pig
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
Well I, thought I knew you
Stop! Fallin' in love with me again
Don't hide from me
Without truth
How does she know you love her?
As you cut my black hair straight
One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small
I lost my mind on the Sea of Japan
Cherry blossom girl
I closed my eyes
Love, love, love
Centre on the wide horizon
Burn down all your idols
Another hero, another mindless crime

I WANNA DO ANOTHER ONE. Only this time, I'm going to do the *last* line.

You'll understand, my Michelle
Come together right now, over me
That's how they made me
And afterglow, and afterglow
The show must go on
Magic, magic
Shaley koot-tum
I know he will return
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Everyday, everyday
Let your imagination runaway
And whispered in the sounds of silence
That September in the rain
Your Eden
California dreaming on such a winter's day
The windows down when this is guiding you home
Care for each other
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris
Four more souls to the call won't be all and you know it
She's my priestess, I'm your priest

So much headdesking....

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:04:55 GMT

Not that I'm not tickled pink that the whole Sylar Petrelli thing was a con but DID WE SERIOUSLY FUCKING JUST WASTE THE ENTIRE GODDAMN SEASON ON BULLSHIT THAT ULTIMATELY WENT NOWHERE? SERIOUSLY?

Honestly, what was the point of the last eleven episodes? What was the point of the MAGIC ECLIPSE? What was the point of fucking up continuity and characterization for a plot line that ended up RIGHT BACK WHERE IT STARTED?

GODDAMMIT SHOW.

Oh, family.

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 19:35:03 GMT

I have a lot of homework I have to make up. I cannot do it now, however, because my father has decided to turn the television up as LOUD AS POSSIBLE so that it can be perfectly heard from anywhere in the house.

Oh well. Its only Saturday, I suppose.

You know what an excellent way to keep the dwindling viewers a show has is?

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:44:47 GMT

Making the show less shittacular would be a good start, and I'm fairly certain that calling your fans saps and dipshits is the LEAST EXCELLENT WAY to do it.

L O FUCKING L.

Yes, Kring. Clearly Heroes is losing viewers because its ~*~too difficult~*~ to follow a serialized show with the DVRs and the online downloading and etc, etc.

What a tool.

I did not go to class today...

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 22:49:06 GMT

...which in retrospect was probably not a brilliant idea but I've been feeling...icky. I got up at seven thirty in the morning to go to the hospital and have blood work done, which wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't taken AT LEAST TEN VIALS OF BLOOD. The lab tech lady was like 'lol, they sure ordered a lot' which...yes, I suppose they did. I hate getting blood drawn simply because I have to do it every damn month (and I have to do it *again* tomorrow); it leaves me feeling dizzy and headachey.

Anyway, after that I went to my MRI appointment. I don't know if I mentioned having to get one before, but I was greatly displeased because an MRI and bloodwork was *exactly* what I did not want to have done. It wasn't too bad since I kept my eyes closed the entire time, but now I have to wait for the results and that is driving me crazy. They gave me a nifty little C.D. that SUPPOSEDLY has all my images on them but I can't access them and that means I can't scrutinize them and freak myself out even more. This is probably a good thing but still.

Heroes actually offended me on a few different levels last night. Worse, I was completely bored and when Doug called I promply forgot all about it and so missed a good chunk in the middle. I could watch it online but....meh. I'm so disinterested that I feel almost sad about it. The show is just so....AWFUL now. I still have the tiniest sliver of hope that the next volume will be better due to the firings but with my favorite characters dead or stuck in Meaningless Plot of the Week and fandom all but gone I have very little reason to stick with it.

Nuuuuuuuuuu

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:41:46 GMT

So, just mere days after Doug and I talked about how much it would totally suck to have to use crutches in the dead of winter around campus....I have crutches. ::face palm:: Thus far I have refused to use them around the building and I'm contemplating using just one to get to class and back. It isn't that I can't walk, its that my left leg gets weaker, more tired, and angrily sore the more I walk on it. I don't know if not walking on it will make it worse in the long run or not, but the doctor seemed to think staying off it was a good idea.

I don't know where my roommate is but she left her television on and I HATE THAT. The last time I turned it off, though, she was all 'DID YOU TURN MY TV OFF' and it was weird.

I don't know if I'm tired or just bored. I should not be bored; I have a paper I want to finish by tomorrow.

I was terribly, terribly bored....

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 08:11:32 GMT

And so I did this during class. That is how cool I am.

Oh, Heroes.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 03:12:25 GMT

I love how this show has apparently decided to not only completely disregard continuity but to ALSO go back and ret-con things in order for it to make EVEN LESS SENSE. What a complete waste of time.

Bleh. In other news, I went to the doctor today for what I thought was at worst a pulled muscle and ended up with an appointment with a neurologist. I don't really want to get into it as it scares me a little bit and annoys me a lot more. I'm finally so happy and OF COURSE another bullshit medical thing comes up. Fail, self. Fail hard.

Last night was beautiful

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 18:17:43 GMT

It was really a historic moment, watching Obama be declared the next president of the United States and then, later, watching him give his acceptance speech. It brought tears to my eyes and I'm so glad I was with my family and Doug to share it. Its something I'll remember for the rest of my life. It gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, this country isn't as screwed as I thought it was.

BUT.

Then I woke up to this.

To all the people that voted yes on proposition 8 I can only say a heartfelt FUCK YOU. I am so, so disappointed. I don't care what anybody else says; they've effectively made same sex couples second class citizens and opened the door for more discrimination. Make progress in one area, get set back in another. It actually makes me feel sick with rage and its tainting what should otherwise be a celebrated moment in history.