Big changes coming my way...

So this past quarter was brutally overwhelming.  Somehow, miraculously, I passed everything with good grades all considering (full time work + full time college = one busy girl).  My lowest mark was 75% character modeling.

So now I've just started my fourth of seven quarters and so far, it will be much less stressful.  Woot!

I have also reduced my work load in the paint department to three 8 hour shifts a week, which was a transition made much easier by a lovely little raise courtesy of my awesome manager (who has sadly left us for the seasonal department).

This week I have completed an unexpected move to another apartment.  My original landlords have a niece who is getting married this summer, and wanted to offer her a place to live with her newlywed.  Thus, I needed to find a new place to live and found one within 24hours amazingly enough.  It is a beautiful little one bedroom suite for much less than my old place and is much closer to my school.  AND my landlady will be entrusting my adorable pup to me when she goes on her many travels.

On lesser frontiers, my hair color will be changing once again.  My parents have been visiting and, being the way they are, have begged me to try and get closer to my natural blond hair.  Therefore, tonight I have a hair appointment to dye my currently red hair to some bleach/gold blond colour...  stripping hair color and re-adding it is freaking expensive, so I'm glad my parents have offered to pay for the procedure for me.  XD

So that's what is new these days.  Hope everyone is having a great summer!  Toodles!


Ironman was awesome. The pepper spra afterwards, not so much...

So just got home from seeing Ironman. Don't think I need to tell anyone it was fantastic. It's the part after the movie I'm about to rant about.

Why the f* do people find it necessary to spray pepper spray into crowds of people?!

Seriously, what did we do to deserve being painfully blinded?

Here's what happened: I was with a group of 12 other people. We leave the theater and are standing outside, some waiting for a ride, the rest of us discussing what to do now and about the movie. Suddenly a large group of what appeared to be high school kids in gang garb run past us, and we here one yelling "GET THE F BACK HERE YOU %#$%&$!!!"

We stood there for a second wondering what was going on, then some guy walk past us and a couple other random groups of people and just spray friggin pepper spray at us.


Luckily, none of us got it dead on. A few of us, myself included, got a little in our eyes and had to be guided to the closest open building (Starbucks...)to rinse our eyes out.

Eventually the police made it down and asked us to give descriptions of the kids and exactly what happened.

I'm seriously thankful I was with the friends I was with. My buddy Nathan helped guide me around while I was blinded and my friend Cody arranged with one of his friends to get me a ride home after the chaos as opposed to taking a bus on my own.

So now I'm at home fuming to myself about this... My eyes are fine, thank god... the burning stopped after only an hour, but it seems no matter how much water I drink and salt water I gargle I can't get the burning in my mouth, nose and throat from inhaling the spray to stop.

Arrrg... What pisses me off more is these kids will more than likely just get a slap on the wrist... But now if I was to sleep tonight I'd better stop ranting... night all, hope you never have to experience this.


Life, The Musical

This is a little random, but have you ever been in a situation where everything around you turns into a musical?

By this I mean everyone in the general area breaking into spontaneous song and dance that almost seems choreographed, like something you would see in a movie.

Well, I did experience this today at work. I work in a Home Depot and today we had a big barbecue for all the staff. Everyone is eating, chatting and having a pretty good lunch when suddenly Bohemian Rhapsody comes on the radio.

All of a sudden, all the lot staff jump up and start singing and acting the song out. Then everyone else joined in while my department manager and myself stand there laughing hysterically. It was amazingly entertaining.

And just for the sake of musicals, here's a video Iron Apollo sent me:

And here's one of my favorite scenes from a film where everyone broke into spontaneous choreographed song and dance.


Strangest movie I've seen... ever.

A friend recommended this movie to me, and it is the weirdest thing I have watched in my life. I admit, it has some good humour... but the concept is just bizzar. The movie is called Zerophilia, and is about a young guy who finds out that he can switch genders pretty much at will.

As I've said, good humour, good scripting, good actors... just a really strange concept. I'd recommend watching it if the concept doesn't freak you out too much. Because otherwise it is a pretty good film about finding the true you, and that what you think is supposed to be, may not really be what you want.

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2 quarters down, 5 to go

My second 3 month interval is quickly coming to an end. This means a couple of things; final projects (bleh...), cramming (bummer), and a two week break swiftly approaching (whoot!).

So what shall I do over my break? Well, if i get this job I've applied for it will be working, sleeping, relaxing, hanging out with the gang and showing a long time friend of mine from back home the city. It should a pretty good time.

Later peoples.


Ouch... my head...

Ever loose track of what you were doing and have it end painfully? I had that happen last night.

Decided to head over to my college late last night to hang out with some friends while I worked on my homework. We had a bunch of pizza and energy drinks to get us through the night...

Now, when I focus on something, I tend to block everything else out... I guess I was so focused that I didn't realize how many energy drink I had rank until I started feeling dizzy and nauseous. As it turns out, I drank 5 of those things, when a daily limit is 2... I was shaking uncontrollably for 4 hours.

I had a horrible headache all day from this... but I guess now I've gotta pay better attention.


A Rant

As promised, here is my explanation to my last entry...

So I've been hanging out with this guy quite a bit. I really like him and do want to be more than friends with him. My problem is that I can't seem to just come out and tell him how I feel. Now, this isn't such a bad problem on it's own... but there's more.

There's this girl who used to be a friend of mine. She's stopped talking to me since I've started hanging out with this guy because, as I found out after I started seeing him, she had/has a major thing for him. So now not only is she not talking to me, but she' trying to intervene every time she knows we're out (calling, tracking us down, etc...). I wish she would at least just talk to me so that we could get things sorted out because I honestly did not mean to hurt her... but I'm not going to just stop hanging out with a guy I really like just because she likes him... To me, this just seems like really immature High School drama which I hoped I wouldn't have to deal with at college...

On a lighter note, apparently I make cool things when I'm frustrated with my personal life...

Oh, and if you're as bored as I am, check this out


Gotta love quizzes

ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You?
Your Result: Silver and Red Wolf

*howl* You're a very strong person. You tend to be naive most of the time, but when in love boy do you know how to get around! You prefer to be quite around adults. Your soul mate is the gold falcon. You're in conflict with the maroon panda.

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Red Jaguar
Teal Cat
Gold Falcon
Ocre and Gray Dolphin
Tan Giraffe
Yellow Trout
ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You?
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He grew up living a mundane life in suburbia with a normal everyday family. No one, including himself, new he was different from anyone else. You see, an angel incarnate will appear human in every way, that is, until some sort of horrific trauma hits that individual.

Merric's teenage years were wild. He often partied with his friends, drank and smoked. Anything to rebel against his brutally boring life. He never took anything seriously and nearly everything was just a big game to him.

His whole life, he felt something heavy inside. This may be one of the reasons to why he acted like such an animal. When he was around people, he had to be the center of attention. The class clown, the goof, the one that always drank too much and passed out within the first few hours of a party. It was the only way he could forget about the weight inside him. The only person that he ever really spoke to was hid 6 year old sister. In her innocence she could neither judge nor condemn him for his deepest secrets and for the most part, she barely understood what he had to say anyways.

When he was alone, he felt sad. It was as if he could feel the burdens and the secret pains of all of those around him. A deep empathetic pain. So to avoid it he surrounded himself by loud, rowdy people. You know the type. The partiers. No house, campsite or yard was safe from their chaos. If it wasn't policed, the settings were often destroyed.

One night (morning might actually be more correct); Merric arrived home at an ungodly hour. His parents already in bed, he supposed, as they no longer bothered to wait up for him. They had given up trying to make him behave more humanly. He stumbled into his house and staggered up the stairs to his room, knocking over a lamp on the way making a loud crashing sound. He was severely intoxicated and collapsed on his bedroom floor.

When he awoke, there was no noise in the house, which he was thankful for, as his head throbbed and his limbs ached. He pulled himself up onto his double bed and glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. 3:14pm. His little sister should have arrived home from school 10 minutes ago... his mother should be making a ruckus in the kitchen making a snack for her... shouldn't the TV or at least the radio be on just loud enough for him to here the hum of voices?

Curious, he dragged himself to his feet and glanced out into the hallway of the second floor. No one. So Merric went down stairs, no one in the kitchen and nobody in the living room. In fact, the whole house was completely empty. "What's going on?" Where is everyone?

A knock on the front door startled him. He answered it, to find two officers at the door.

They told him that the bodies of his parents had been found in the woods, they had been brutally tortured and murdered and that his sister had yet to be found.

The news hit Merric with an immensely hard blow and his knees gave out. The police offered their condolences and asked Merric if he would join the search party looking for his little sister. He agreed.

So the search began, and for the first 6 days there was no luck. Volunteers were beginning to lose hope and whisper about giving up the search. But Merric pursued. He may have ignored and resented his family, but his little sister was barely 6 years old and being all he had left he was not about to let her go.

After 17 days the search party was calling it quits and were going to let the police search on their own time, which they didn't have. Merric began to search for the girl on his own. And on the 26th day after she had gone missing, he found her and the culprits that murdered his parents. They were a couple of drug addicts hiding out in the woods who probably attacked the defenseless family looking for something to steal and trade for their drug.

When Merric saw his sister, something in his mind snapped. The 6 year old was brutally beaten and looked sickly and skeletal. She had several cuts, many of which were infected, bruises, and her eyes were dull and pupils dilated. One of the criminals revealed a switch blade and held it to the girl’s throat. Merric froze, petrified in place. The man with the knife simply grinned and pressed the blade tighter to the girl’s neck. Hard enough that crimson beads began to roll down the girl’s neck. Merric's sister did not move and did not react. The child was high.

Merric simply stood in horror unable to move, knowing he should make a move but afraid that if he did his sister would surely die. The second culprit stood and pulled a revolver from his coat pocket, aimed at Merric and pulled the trigger. He reacted by making a dive, which startled the man with the knife, causing him the slit the little girls throat. The last thing Merric remembered was seeing his 6 year old sister’s lifeless body hit the ground.

He blacked out, or so he thought. When he awoke, the scene around him would have been appropriate for a horror flick. The addicts were both dead, blood smeared everywhere as if it were a preparation for some satanic ritual. He felt that he might vomit, but held the sick back. He needed to see his sister. He crawled over to her still corpse and pulled her into his lap. He cried as he held her in his arms, running his fingers through her long blonde hair and trying to wipe the dirt from her face, which only smudged it more.

The weight inside him suddenly felt heavier and excruciatingly painful. It moved from the pit of his stomach to his heart and then slowly through his arteries and veins. An enormous pressure hit his back around his shoulder blades and he suddenly cried out in pain. His sisters body fell from his lap as he keeled over, screaming in agony. He felt his bones moving as if the were reorganizing themselves and his skin stretched apart. He began to vomit, but it was blood that came out, and lots of it. His vision blurred, his nerves trembled and his joints threatened to give out. And then suddenly, it was gone. The pain, the pressure, the throbbing; it was all gone.

Merric tried to stand but found he couldn't. Something was keeping him off balance. He tried again and this time succeeded. He looked around to try and find some answer for what happened, but couldn't. Then he saw something he would never forget. An apparition rose from the child’s body. A ghostly image of his little sister.

He stumbled towards it, trying to touch it, to feel that it was real, but he only collapsed in a vain attempt. The apparition smiled lightly, approached him and glided a hand across his brow. Her touch was like a cool breeze and nothing more. He reached to touch her but his hand only passed through a cold spot in the air. His eyes welled with tears that he could hold no more and he again started to cry. The girl extended her ghostly arms and lifted his chin with a gentle force and wiped the tears from his eyes with her transparent thumb; she took a step closer, kneeled, and then wrapped her cold arms around his neck. Merric cried harder, and the girl pulled away, and tried to smile again. She did not speak, as for ghosts, speaking takes a great deal of energy, as does moving objects. The ghost simply kissed him on the forehead and then vanished in a bright flash that could be compared to a strike of lightening.

Merric collapsed and cried for a long time. When the tears ran out and he could no longer cry he tried to stand again, and again had a great difficulty doing so.

He felt different. Not the emotionally and mentally different which was caused by the great deal of despair, but physically different. He staggered to the edge of a small creek not far away and found a still spot. What he saw astounded him. Erected from his back was a pair of deep grey, feathered wings.

A character of mine. I'm planning on eventually turning his story into a comic.

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