Monday, July 21, 2003
A few days ago my Tommy loot arrived, then I ordered the 'Hell Babies' artbook by Junko Mizuno which should arrive in a couple of days.
In other news I've started a ranting journal, 7-2-9-gyaru. It's a livejournal. Gawd forbid I ask anyone to add me. I didn't ask, simply planting innocent little seeds here. Nyahaha.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Well here it is, the new journal layout. As I mentioned before, the main feature in the design is from a Revlon Manicure display. It turned out, actually, much different than I had expected... but none-the-less, great. I didn't put up a cam shot this time because I couldn't get it too look good in this layout, so I scrapped the idea for this one. However, my cam page is still up and accessable through the 'cam' link on the top of the side bar. The girl in the layout is Tommy february6. I tell her this all the time, but Sara reminds me of Tommy... and vice versa. I think it's because they have a similar build and body shape, and have sweet faces that you just want to pinch their cheeks. Hehe.
I have lots to say, but ever since I met Michael last year, I'm on this kick where I don't want to post about things unless I'm 100%, without a shadow of a doubt, that they will happen. It's not because of him that I do this... I just consider this year to be so lucky that any reveling in things that have not yet happened is taboo to me, in a "don't want to jinx it" kind of way.
So I'll go back on my merry little way, sucking down bacardi silver and coding the new punkgirl main and tommy fanlist layouts. Look for those at around midnight (central time) tonight.
[EDIT @ 10:33] : Michael called me just now from Las Vegas to tell me he was in front of the Bonanza Gift shop! I told him to take a picture, but since he didn't have his camera on him I don't know if he will. You might be lifting your eyebrow right about now wondering why on Earth I care about such a thing. Well, the words "Judy and Mary" and "Miracle Diving Album", and the picture below might help you figure it out. Hehe.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
My Tommy february6 (and heavenly6) singles have been shipped! In total, here is my haul:
Tommy february6 - Bloomin'!
Tommy february6 - EVERYDAY AT THE BUS STOP -I'm a dreamer-
Tommy february6 - KISS ONE MORE TIME
Tommy february6 - je t'aime je t'aime
Tommy february6 - Love is forever
Tommy heavenly6 - Wait till I can dream
I spent more money on these than I would like to say. Let's just say... well, let's not say anything, let's just pretend they cost a dollar each so my feelings of guilt won't consume me. Hahaha. As soon as they arrive I'll be the owner of the whole -although basic- Tommy collection, like my *little voice \* bwestest fuend */ little voice* Brian.
Speaking of music, does anyone out there have an mp3 of 'One' by Faith Hill... I need it in a bad way.
I have today, tomorrow, and Saturday off from work... but I'm still not going to Las Vegas with Michael. He's going with his boss and co-workers to tape and record sound for a -speaking of Faith Hill- Tim McGraw concert. If you have seen Tim McGraw's newest video, some of the sound editting was done by my Michael. Aren't you so jealous? You would be... if only it were anyone else but a country star. A big bowl of ice cream, but not quite the right flavor. I'm still ever-so-proud of my Michael.
A new loggie layout is coming up fast, featuring the Revlon French Twist nail laquer display you may have seen at drugstores recently. All limited edition laquers, tips, and sheers for french manicures. My favorite? The display's feature, Blueberry Twist. It makes me want my acryllics back all over again.
Speaking of top cosmetic picks, please go out and try at least one Maybelline roller-color eyeshadow, you will be SO glad you did. They're fairly sheer, so I use them to shimmer up my lids after I put on a solid shadow with my fingers. I love the Fire Fly shade, it's basically JUST a shimmery finishing touch, and Go-Go Rose is a pink pixie-dust heaven. I love these. I'll be raving more later, I smuggled last year's Revlon product guide home, and the one for 2003 arrive just yesterday. Speaking of Revlon, skinlights foundation is... wow. A little thick, but I'll get used to it.
Also, anyone looking for concealers or blemish correctors. If you're going to go the Physician's Formula route take note: Green? WORKS LIKE MAGIC (dab lightly on the reddish blemish, blend lightly with your finger tip and POW. GONE! Yellow? Piece of shit that doesn't work, it doesn't hide dark under-eye circles, just makes it look -quite obviously- that you tried... and failed. Light? Why bother... just get a regular concealer stick for the lower price. I didn't see a green/light combo stick, but if they have one, it might be good to pick that up rather than a whole green stick.
GAWD. I love my job.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
listening to: 'I Should Be So Lucky' by Tommy february6 (J-wave live 2001 only version - remake of the song originally by Kylie Minogue)
Apparantly I'm simply waiting to become the head cosmetician at my store. From the vibes and hints I'm getting they had this in mind for me when I was first hired, but they have to tread carefully because they don't want to hurt the feelings of the other cosmetician who has been there longer than I have. One of my managers told me that right now I should try to do things that I can go back to later and be able to say without question that "I did that." So today, if there isn't stuff to correct I can put some of my ideas into action. Now THIS is something to relate... we may be getting a part time cosmetician, right now she's our front register girl. This girl seems to have the most issues and problems I've ever known, and she brings them all the work. What's more she's immature for her age. She's 18, but acts closer to 15~16 in her mindset. How do I know? Well, yes it's my opinion, but I remember thinking as she seems to be when I was 15, and believe me, I regret it and know now how stupid and obnoxious it was to be so immature.
But of course she doesn't know this yet. She's the classic teen who thinks they know EVERYTHING, and disregards everyone else (even if they are older, and more wise) as being stupid or irrational. It's so annoying how puberty messes people's thoughts up, and this particular girl can't seem to shake it. They are trying to stick her over in our cosmetics part-time slot, and recently I've been having to go back and rush to fix everything she did wrong the first time. I've never encountered someone so lazy and half-assed in my life. Sure, I'm no angel when it comes to being lazy, I AM lazy, but not at work, and not were it counts.
I talked to one of the managers about her, and they basically told me I have to wait and encourage her little by little. This won't work, not in a million years. She's NOT openminded. She's going to do whatever the hell she wants to (or doesn't want) unless you blatantly tell her, or threaten her. This seems harsh? It's NOT. You get paid to WORK, not stomp around, complaining about people, and trying to hide things instead of putting them back correctly. If I can't finish my work because I have to come right behind her and fix her "work" then she's slowing us down, not helping us as a team. When she's around she gives off a nasty vibe, a vibe that says "I'm a little princess, and I'm above this stupid job... sigh, why is everyone so stupid, and why do they have to make stuff hard on me?!" UG! You applied for a job to WORK, not complain about it and try to skip stuff. If you don't like it, QUIT! They let you get away with more than you should you selfish, immature, little... grrrr.
Did I mention that our cosmetics area is the sadest thing I've seen? ANYWAY, if I can't fix it, or they take too long to promote me into the power spot, then I always have college in New York to look forward to, I'm shooting for winter.
Friday, July 11, 2003
I REALLY don't want to work tomorrow (technically, this afternoon). A new store is opening up and they select -what I can only assume to be- the strongest workers from each store in the area. It's sure to be a good, solid, BORING day of organizing and stocking eyeliners and lipsticks along side other cosmeticians (from other stores). Oops, I meant 'beauty advisor'... I still think 'cosmetician' would be more P.C. ... I'm mean honestly... how does it look? To me it feels like, with this name plate, I'm saying "you're not beautiful... you need lipstick and eyeshadow before you can be beautiful"... cosmetician is just right, I'm showing you what I know about stuff you might want to try. But no. The plus is Annie is going to be there. Then maybe I can finally talk to her, she's been lazy and not come to visit out store in a while.
I hate summer. I hate it. It's hot, sticky, humid, yuckie... and worst of all, BUGS. I had to stake out a spot on the edge of my bed and defend my pillow from a GIRNORMOUS wasp. I swat at it... it's hurt, it DIDN'T DIE! I swat some more. Finally it clung to one of my bunnies and I carefully picked it up (the bunny, of course) tippie toed to the bathroom and spent a few minutes trying to detact the disgusting thing with water. Finally it landed with a 'click' into the sink. I turned on the water and it swirled down the drain. Sigh of relief. No wait... what's this? The fucker was clinging to the inside of the drain! FUCK SAKE! I turn the water on full and wait for it to heat up. It does... the wasp is STILL clinging. I squirt some slippery conditioner onto it, I turn the water on full blast and the pipe shakes violently, and bingo, it does the trick and the nasty thing dissapears. I detest pests.
Vanilla coke... caramels with vanilla in the middle... a grouchy ole black cat laying on my back (I'm resting my chest on my desk and leaning forward, she just leaped up on me and is fidgiting trying to get comfortable). I'm tired.
Wednesday, July 9, 2003
My little six year old niece (she'll be seven soon) is already able to read the Harry Potter books all on her own. It's amazing to me that at this age she already has the intelligence and patience to actually sit down with such a high reading level book (for her age), with such an intimidating size! I have never read them, but I've seen them, and these things are like dictionaries in size! My only concern is that she may not be able to get a handle on some of the themes. She's very smart and logical, and understands many complex things about human behavior (for example, she's got a good idea of how to be clever and manipulative when it comes to dealing with other people... she's so adorable!), but regardless, I'm sure these books contain events and situations she has not encountered in her life so far. An example of something she might not get is that... although she understands that little boys and girls can like each other, and that her mom and dad are together and love each other and her, she might not notice any flirtatiousness between characters in the book, or understand that one character has a "crush" on another character. Likewise she might not foresee that one character may try to trick another in the future, from little clues. I might be thinking too much, but I'm interested in what she will take from these books.
I'm interested, so I may pick up the first book just so I can have a little conversation with her about it next time I visit. To see what she thinks of certain chatacters, and situations. I'm sure her gramma (my mother) and her mother (my sister) will do the very same thing. The women in my family have always been highly intelligent, and supportive of that in our other family members. I can remember, when I was in elementary school I wasn't doing well in my reading class. The teacher thought I wasn't good at reading, but as it turned out I was just BORED! So my mother had the school test me in order to bump me up to a higher reading class. Which I did, two, in fact. I was reading "Watership Down" (out of personal interest) in about third or fourth grade. If you know anything about the book, then you know that's right along side my niece's recent reading skills in impressiveness.
Sorry... I just had to gloat, in my family high achievement in academics was the main way to get positive attention, so I'm very fond of these kinds of memories. But above all, I'm so proud of my niece!
Tuesday, July 8, 2003
Michael has been moody lately. One day he's tired and distant (which is natural, he has two jobs, works all day, and has a project due yesterday), then the next he'll be all cuddly and sexy (usually after he's slept off the previous day). Last night he was in a great mood *heee* but this morning he was upset about the twins. He reads Yahoo news things ALL THE TIME... and I think he get's too wrapped up in them than he should. There's so much bad happening all over the world... it's not healthy to take on world troubles as well as your own. I don't like hearing that 'so and so died this morning'... I'm not in denial or lacking feelings, it's just that people die every day. Important people, famous people, interesting people. People die... and it's stressful to have to think about that on a daily basis. It's true that I've never REALLY been up close and personal with a death of someone close to me. Unfortunately, someday, I'll have to face it, I'll have no choice. Until then, peace of mind and acceptance of death is all I can ask for and be grateful for.
It's all anyone can ask for. Things like this should remind you that no matter how hard your life is... there's someone out there sticking it out, or suffering far worse than you can imagine. It should remind you to be greatful for your life, and love the people who care about you as if you may never see them again. It should remind you to be a better person.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
I found the link to this "test" at Sara's journal. At first I thought it was going to turn out strange, based on the questions. But now that I think about it, this test is rather insightful (you'll have to take it yourself to see what I mean). That is why I'm posting it here. If this is your first time reading my journal, I rarely take online quizzes and tests, unless they were interesting, like this one:
Test Results
| You think of yourself as being happy, pretty, sweet, and fun. |
| Others think of you as being clever, quick, focused, and small. |
| Your relationships can be described as deep, ancient, magical, and comforting. |
| When stressed, you feel anxious. |
I just remembered that June 28, as well as having been my first anniversary with Michael, was also my parent's 23rd wedding anniversary. Whoa.
Sunday, July 6, 2003
Woot. I just got back from Exit/In, a bar/club kinda dealie in Nashville. The main course was Fountains of Wayne, with special guest Ben Lee, and a personal, surpise appearance by... you will never believe me (note my previous post)... AL GORE. Al Gore was there... I can't believe it. After the encore we were chilling outside waiting for our roommate Ben to come out, I'm looking around in a daze... half dizzy, half exhausted... and a bit drunk, Michael taps me on the sholder and says in a serious voice "[there's] Al Gore"... I look at Mike and say "pheh..." (he likes to tease, and lie like that, just to be funny), he looks at me as if I'm out of my mind, looks over at someone and says "Al Gore." I glance over and there he is... Al -fucking- Gore. He's moved too far away to say hello, but he's smiling, sweaty, and waving at people. Al Gore. Wow... the first famous person I've been a few feet from since Mobey walked past me in NYC. Neat.
Michael just suprised me with a box of curry... so now is the time for dishes and cooking.
EDIT added @ 3:21 AM : One word people... MIDOL. I will spare you from graphic details... such as "Oh my god, my uterus is churning!"... oh, oops... oh well. Cramps... backache... PMS... I'm so fucking glad I don't work tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 2, 2003
I forgot to announce the most important event of last month! June 28th was my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY with Michael. On the 28th of June, last year (this has been, without a doubt, the shortest year of my life) Michael picked me up from my parents house up in Michigan, and we drove to Chicago for the weekend. It wasn't a straight-there road trip, we stopped halfway and *cough*stayedatahotelandhadhotsex*cough* then drove the rest of the way early the next morning on the 29th. While we were there -when we weren't in the hotel room... heeeee- we TRIED to visit the Navy Pier and the Aquarium (but kept missing the exit), Michael introduced me to Indian food (which is now one of my favorite types), and we walked around aimlessly in the summer heat literally surrounded by thousands of people enjoying a gay-pride parade... trying to figure out which of the dozens of parking places we left his car at. We agreed that Chicago was fantastic... but it was cruel to us. How dare it have a HUGE event on our special weekend and hide our car from us for eight hours. Hehehe.
Between last June 28th, and this June 28th it's been a bumpy ride. Both of our first times living with someone (whom we are in a relationship with) for an extended period of time... getting to actually know each other. Wait, let me back up a bit. I said that one day I would explain how we met... and all that. I kept the early days of our relationship (up until the move) out of public view. Now it's time to tell the story... and my god, it was so wonderful. Not to anyone else but us... but me. I'm the only one calling it a miracle. It was a miracle, and I won't let anyone try to dim the light that turned on when we found each other.
Ok... so! In the spring of 2002, April to be exact (if anyone remembers, this was the time when my posts were at there HIEGHT of being depressing and full of emotion), I recieved your run-of-the-mill "Hey, I found your blog... wanna explain what the whole deal with these online journal is?" email from a guy named Michael. I replied in the standard way about how it's an outlet, yet I have the knowledge that someone out there is reading it too, but not someone who I might hurt with my blatant honest feelings, and how it connects people and creates bonds you would have never found or made otherwise. Then... he emailed me again. Right away this was out of the ordinary. It wasn't the natural reply... it wasn't just a "Thanks for replying, stay cool" email... he continued the conversation, he told me he wanted to write a book, and he told me that he met Al Gore at his college (this is sort of an inside joke that we laugh at now... how silly it was for him to inform of something so far off topic as "having met Al Gore").
After a few more email exchanges he IMed me! At first I was wary of who this was... but soon I figured out that this was the guy who emailed me, and I opened up. We talked about... whatever, and exchanged pictures. One day... for whatever reason I blurted out that I had feelings for him, and he insisted that he call me over the phone. So... he called. What occured afterward were daily hours long phone conversations. This has happened before, having, in the past, had long conversations with someone I liked... these conversations were more deep, and interesting somehow. Doubtlessly so... considering I was talking to someone considerably older and more mature than past crushes and boyfriends.
It didn't take long for us to agree that we should meet, and that we might very well be "perfect for each other"... it was a very miraculous time... for me, and he gave me the impression that I was already very important to him, even though we hadn't met in person yet. He once said that when he talked to me, it felt as if he were talking to someone he had known for a very long time. We arranged to meet for our weekend trip to Chicago, which I have already described. When he arrived at my house... JESUS I was shy... so shy that I couldn't look at him or speak. So shy, by all rights, I should have simply curled into a ball and died. But I didn't die, I was more alive than I've ever felt in my entire life. I was in love. The following months found he and I at my cousin's wedding hosted in Louisville Kentucky (a most ironic destination, for reasons only two other people know), after which I spent a week at his house. The beginning of Autumn 2002 found us making plans for me to move down there. This plan having been driven into reality by your's truly. Included in every phone conversation during August and September had me bringing up reasons why, how, and when. Finally, he agreed. October came... and I lived happily ever after. Sort of... hehee.
As I said... since then and now, we've come through a lot. His over reactions and my jealousy being the main topics of argument. All in all, he says we are the same person. In the beginning, we seemed so similar it was scary. Now, although clearly different... the similarity is what has given us our strongest bonds. All in all, this is a solid relationship. With the natural few kinks, which for the most part... since now and then... have dissolved into minor disturbances.
Well... forgetting to post that we tried to go to IHOP at midnight for our anni, but finding out it closed just as we pulled up, and then having to settle for Taco Bell and quizzing each other with mindless trivia in bed wasn't a problem for anyone... was it? Besides, I can always convince you that October 12th is actually the more important anniversary. What happened on October 12th? I moved down to Nashville... the most exciting day of my entire life.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
YES! The lovely man dressed as a woman in this layout is none other than the beautiful and enigmatic Mana, of Malice Mizer. He's not my new obsession, and I'm not trying to steal him away from anyone. I used him because I'm joining the Malice Mizer cosplay group for MTAC 4.0lb Spring 2004! This will be my first convention and my first time cosplaying! The honour of cosplaying as Mana... this is huge! At first I was dissapointed that I wouldn't be able to attend (as we plan on moving to NYC this winter) but I'm planning a return visit just for MTAC!! If anyone plans on being at the next Middle Tennesse Anime Con, don't plan on having a conversation with me because I just found out... Mana doesn't talk... ever. Hahaha! This will doubtlessly be a challenging role for me in that respect!
The kittens are growing up fast! In a few days Tommy will head next door, and then we need to find a home for Nog. Anyone want a playful all black (which small white chest patch) 8 week old male kitten? Sammy loves me, she's constantly climbing my leg and loves when I pet her. She must know she's my favorite. We also think that Bug is a little slow... mentally, but that just makes her even more adorable.
My new hairstyle is a pain in the butt everymorning, but boy does it look cool when it's all done. We talk about everything on the forum, this is probably the biggest reason I don't post as much as I should. For example, here's what I wrote about my hair from a thread on the forum:
"My hair takes twice as long as my makeup. After I've washed it I spray it with this really great 'volume and shine' spray by Thermasilk. Then it takes a while to blow it dry, lifting the hair so it puffs up etc... Then I have to tame the frizzes with some conditioner rubbed onto my hands (that's a neat little trick), then I use pomade to make it look all piece-y or whatever it's called. That takes a few minutes to get it to look ok. Then I spirtz on this product [Beach Blonde Ocean Waves texturizing spray] I raved to [Bev] about one time that makes it get wavy and wierd and smells like coconut [and beach... if beach had a smell]. Then I toss my hair around and mess it up with my hands. Then I play with it just looking in the mirror so that it looks cool and grundgy rather than just looking like I crawled out of bed." -- The whole post is HERE.