we'll all float on

Money sucks.

2012-03-29T16:43:21Z

Why can't we all be like Lilliputians and just share, man?

Anyway, I had this sweet gig doing clerical work for an old couple once a week. It got me an extra $300 a month. This morning I got an email saying something to the effect of, "My wife is going on a trip to Indonesia. We no longer require your services." They might contact me if they have work for me in the future. Chyeah.

I mean, I knew the job would be temporary, but I didn't think it would be this temporary. That was, what, five weeks? I guess I made enough money to pay for my plane ride to Chicago in August, but not much else. My mom will occasionally make a mom-like comment about me moving out of the house. Yeah, I'd love to, Mom. Just as soon as I can manage a stable income for more than a month.

At least my other job is starting to pick up again. I'll ask my boss about maybe working an extra five hours. If I'm good, I should also be able to fish up $80 in commissions next month, which should help cover what my job doesn't. So I'll be able to kick things back up, it'll just be... kind of a pain and all that. I long for the day I'll be able to work and know that my hours aren't going to mysteriously disappear overnight.

And on the bright side, I have pink in my hair now. So that's a thing.

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Awkward return, get.

2012-03-24T15:18:48Z

Whoa, haven't updated this thing in a while!

For now I need to try and describe this sculpture that was in my dream. It was really cool. The concept started out as one of those traditional statues that cut off just under the hips, except it was upside-down. The reason it was upside-down is because the figure in question was all thin and lanky and crawling on its arms like some sort of wall-climbing monster. It had thin fingers with little claws on the end of them. I can't remember what the face looked like, but I'm pretty sure it was a monster face. Most impressive was the shape it's spine/shoulders managed to put it in, like some gently twisting S-shape. Also impressive (but significantly more weird) was how my brain gave it a texture like chicken skin. The uncooked, goosebumpy kind.

For some reason, when I went back to think of it again while I was still half-asleep, my brain just produced the image of one of those kneeling chairs. I can't imagine why. Maybe something to do with the shape.

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♪ tv taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal

2012-02-26T03:58:54Z

Sorry for the deviation from your usual public broadcast, but this week has been a hell of a thing. I haven't been this exhausted since That One Finals Week a couple years back. It doesn't rank as badly as that one week I almost got sued, but it's definitely up there.

On Tuesday, I had to skip work to go to the dentist. I've got a cavity and a crown that needs to be fixed up, but no hideousness besides. Getting referred to an orthodontist soon. Braces, fuckin' whoooo.

Wednesday was the pretty bad turning point. My ancient dog had to be brought into the vet on account of her breathing getting frighteningly bad overnight. My mom ended up having to put her down because... there was nothing that could be done. It was either that or just bringing her home, drugging her up, essentially waiting for a more painful version of the same thing. That was the day I had to slog through cleaning the house and an art commission, now on top of tackling the weird feelings associated with the death of a pet. I spent most of the day going between being kind of weepy and just wanting to sleep.

Things had sort of settled the next day, but I had to go to work and when I was at work, I was looking around at all the middle-aged people in my office building and all the co-workers that I don't actually like or want to get to know, and I felt really alone and kind of sunken. My workload that day was crazy; I ended up working two hours overtime and then had to drag more work home with me. I got home and ate 3/4ths of a bag of M&Ms myself in one sitting. Mom had popcorn and M&Ms for dinner, though, so I felt like junk binge was kind of acceptable.

Yesterday, I got up super-early to go to this little tourist town up north with my dad. I can't tell if he suggested it to cheer me up, or to cheer himself up... but we got there and ended up looking through shops full of really cool stuff that no one actually needs. I ended up getting a sweet hat and an ammonite fossil. We ate a pretty good seafood lunch, too. My friend dragged me out of the house to cheer me up after that. We browsed through a thrift store and went to go see This Means War (which was a stupid romantic comedy with a lot of really good looking actors that I liked more than I should have). Then we got locked out of the car, ate shitty Chinese buffet food really fast, and then waited in the rain for the AAA guys to show up.

Ended up going for a drink in our favorite bar, Ulysses, but the cute waitress wasn't there today and the bartender was distracted by his girlfriend or something. Put way too much alcohol in our drinks. A stranger across from us was already smashed and kept trying to talk to me. We ended up leaving earlier than we usually would since it was getting rowdy. Weirdly, the whole night helped cheer me up--I was in a much better mood when I got home--but man, was I exhausted this morning.

I've got laundry to do, a room to clean, commissions to work on, some serious RP backlog to tackle, and I haven't even bothered touching any of my personal projects all week. Today was supposed to be my "get shit done" day, but it's been hard to do anything. I'm really just exhausted. I haven't had a chance to rest all week, and being bummed out takes a lot out of you. Today I'll probably just give up and watch a movie, get a few more tags done, and then collapse.

At least there's some good news: I have a... job interview? Meet-and-greet? Some sort of introduction to some potential employers tomorrow afternoon. They make it sound an awful lot like I've already got the job, which makes me wonder just what kind of word my co-worker put in for me. I hope it goes as well and as easy as I imagine it might. I could use a few more hours a week, and these guys sound like they'd fit perfectly into my schedule. More hours means more money, more money means less stressing about bills and loans and that gargantuan trip to New York I'll be taking in a few months. Wish me luck, dudes and dudettes.

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I am (mostly) completely serious.

2012-02-21T03:30:28Z

Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

Deal with The Strangers in my house. I mean, seriously. This movie is pretty much my worst nightmare. I would suck at fending off creepy psychopaths who want to murder me for no particular reason.

Zombies, though. Those I could probably take.

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Two today (I was gone all of yesterday)

2012-02-20T04:56:48Z

Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.

I should probably forgive that time my little brother drew all over the back of my homework, causing my dad to mistakenly think it was scratch paper. After that it was torn up and used as kindling to start up our fireplace, and my fourth-grade teacher didn't believe me. The one time something terrible actually does happen to my homework, and it's too over-dramatic for anyone to believe. I may still be bitter about it.

Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.

I hope to be financially independent. I also hope that someday I'll be living in a little apartment, forcing as little impact on the environment as possible, and making a living creating things that I love. Simple hopes, but right now they seem pretty far away. :<

See the whole list!

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You will be sick of me by the end of these thirty days.

2012-02-17T23:55:40Z

Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.

My childhood. I'm pretty harsh on my kid self. I was that weird kid would hang out with the teacher during field trips because I had no friends. I was super-shy and didn't have anything in common with anyone. I sucked at school, I sucked at sports, I failed to understand the basics of social interaction. I was just kind of lonely and slow and didn't feel talented or cool at all.

I think the reason I give my younger self such a hard time is because I find all of that stuff really easy now. Well, okay, not sports. Sports and I are just not destined to be together. But I always have to wonder if I was some kind of a late bloomer into intelligent thought, or if I just warped my experiences into being worse than they really are. Either way, I was just a kid. No one should be expected to be amazing as a kid. It's definitely something I'm still working on cutting myself some slack for.

Full list of days is here!

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Thinking like a robot may cause optimism.

2012-02-17T09:48:18Z

So it's 1am, but I'm still counting this as day two. I haven't gone to sleep yet.

Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.

Um, I love a lot of things about myself! I'm kind of an egotist, actually. I'm surprised more people haven't gotten annoyed by how highly I think of myself. Hrm.

But a particular thing I like about myself is that I think very analytically about things. I kind of get the feeling I don't think with, well, my feelings as much as other people do. Either that, or I somehow grew up immune to whatever makes most girls kind of crazy. It means it's really easy for me to step back, assess situations, and figure out how to react. I think it's the reason I don't get into conflicts or fights with people. It's also how I manage to keep such a ridiculously positive outlook on things; I stop and think, "Well. Maybe it's not like that. What are the other ways to think about it?" And I usually settle on the positive one.

It also made me a freaky-good college student, but being a good college student doesn't really transfer over into the real world very well, so there we go.

The full list is here.

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Challenge accepted.

2012-02-15T20:15:06Z

Man, hearing that Kingdom Hearts is almost a decade old kind of makes my heart hurt. That was the game that started everything for me. My first video game, my first fandom, my introduction to the internet, my meeting my best friend... there is a ton tied to that game for me. It's ridiculous. Happy upcoming birthday, you bizarre mutated franchise, you.

Also, in the attempt to get into the habit of blogging more, I'm gonna try one of them thirty-day blogging challenges. Full list in the cut down belooooow.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

Wow, that's. A harsh one. To start out with.

I guess if I hate anything about myself, it's my acne. It's not really all that bad, I just have super-dry skin and get whiteheads all the time and my skin gets all flaky and it's not sexy at all. There are days I wish I could just steamroller my face to get all the gunk out of it, it really bothers me.

And, well, combined with how I touch my face a lot and have a habit of picking at things... It doesn't matter what. Scabs, bumps, flaky bits of skin--if it's on my face, I'll compulsively try to get it off, usually without even realizing I'm doing it until I'm picking something out from under my fingernails. Gross, right? I keep my nails short so that I do it less, and I'm doing more these days to keep myself hydrated and my face clean.

On a side-note, I used to hate my teeth because they are all kinds of crowded and crooked, but then I spent half a decade training myself not to hate my teeth and give open smiles more. Now I don't mind my teeth at all. Ironically, a few months ago my mom suggested that I should go get braces while I'm still on her insurance, and when I told my friends about how I really don't want to get them, most of them said that I'd gain so much more confidence and feel better afterwards when my teeth are all straight. Which kind of. Yeah, no, I finally like my teeth, and now I'm basically being told I shouldn't. That's no one's fault, just weird timing and social constructs. Harumph.

( the full list of themes. )

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Favorite colors.

2012-02-10T06:33:33Z

I was getting something out of the fridge a few months back when I suddenly remembered the time I picked my favorite color. I must have been in the first grade, because I was waiting for my friend to be let out of her class for recess. I was looking and concrete and debating color, because all of the other kids seemed to know what their favorite color was, but I didn't have one. People would ask me what my favorite color was, and I'd have to say that I didn't know. My childhood was kind of full of social incompetence mixed with a misguided desire to fit in, but that's a whole other can of worms.

I went through the four colors (because when I was six, I knew four colors pretty well but the rest were kind of mysterious). Everyone else already liked red, blue, and green. Yellow was kind of the outcast, but that's because it's harder to like yellow. You don't see it much. I was determined not to like a color that other people had claimed. I wanted to be different. Another weird part of my childhood, another can of worms.

And that's when it hit me--there are other colors besides the basic four that come in school paint sets. The first one that occurred to me was pink, and I'd never heard of anyone else liking pink. So I claimed it right then and there, and the first thing I told my friend when she came out of her classroom was that I'd picked my favorite color. I was awfully proud of myself. It felt like I'd figured out some big, important part of my identity that had been missing until then. But again, that's probably because I was six.

That "claiming" thing I did with colors happened at other times, too. I used to have this thing in my head where everyone in my family had to have a different favorite color. My dad's was red, my mom's was blue, my brother's was green. I got so angry when my brother started saying his favorite color was red--that was dad's color. I assumed he was just trying to imitate him or something. My brother has since then switched back to green... which I think I'm still silently happy for.

I've added blood red and black to my list... but pink is still my favorite, especially bright, loud pinks. It's bizarre that it worked out like that. Do other people pick their favorite colors like I did? I was kind of under the impression that a preference just developed over time for most people. But hey, I dunno.

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No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

2012-02-07T08:17:59Z

I put off journaling for a week and suddenly I feel like a social landslide.

Last Saturday I got to hang out with my fellow, blatantly socially awkward friend from my old work. We just sort of wandered around the neighborhood, checked out lizards in a pet store, poked around some vintage clothing stores and lamented our tiny paychecks, momentarily existed as the only girls in a comic book store packed with TCG tournament dudes, and drank delicious alcoholic beverages. I ¢ belt that reminded me of Slytherin (even though I am more Ravenclaw, what up¢ Batman coloring book. Best purchase or best purchase?

Last Sunday was the first day of my new Changeling game. I'm really raising my nerd status here, but I really missed playing in table-top games. I'm really loving my group, too. Full of people who are excited to be there and actually know how to play a character. My Sluagh has already helped take down a frost giant, found a friend she can dupe into doing pretty much anything she asks him to do, and there's a ghost around that has a crush on her. High school is hard for the fae, man.

The Monday after that, I got to see John Green (one of my favorite authors) and his super-talented brother, Hank (known together as the Vlogbrothers, who are made of pure awesome) at the Fault In Our Stars book signing. There were sock puppets and songs about particle physics and so many people just being happy and nerdy and having a great time. My book got signed with John's J-squiggle signature and a Hanklerfish. The best part is... that on my way to the restroom, there was some time error or I went the wrong way or something, and I accidentally... almost... ran right into both John and Hank. As soon as I realized it was them, I could only find it in myself to sound confused and go, "Am I... supposed to be back here...?" John Green says, "No. But you're trying to use the restroom, so that's a legitimate excuse." I think I apologized and hurried off from there, but everything after that was a blur of "OH MY GOD I BREATHED THE SAME AIR AS JOHN GREEN". It made my week, man.

This last week has been pretty chill aside from that. I went and watched the movie Chronicle, which really deserves it's own post. I'll tell you up-front that it was really good. The second half of the movie made me feel emotionally unwell, but in that good kind of way that made me think about morals and character and perspective and things like that. Signs of an effective narrative, I think. Also, it took place in my city, so it gets extra points for busting up buildings that I recognize.

I also finally started playing Arkham City! Though some of the gameplay and characterization choices have me a little concernicus and I've found myself thinking, "Really? They're doing this...?" more than once, but that doesn't change the fact that this game has been devouring my life. I'm on some kind of a crazy Batman binge right now. It's so hard to play for just an hour. This is being combined with the fact that my friend convinced me to log back into my ancient Neopets account from six years ago just... because... of how silly the whole thing was, and then... she got me to start playing... and... now I've got my dumb bug habitarium open in another tab to help me accumulate NP so that I can buy a faerie themed background for my Shoyru. It's so shameful but so addictive. I can't even.

So that's... the latest news from my I Have Too Much Time On My Hands life. I think I've been having a lot of dreams lately, but I can't seem to remember any of them. So that's a bummer.

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Points for coherent plot, I guess.

2012-02-01T01:50:12Z

Last night I had a dream that I was in a horror movie, but the dumb, early part of the horror movie where they're introducing all of the characters. There was the douchebag guy, the dumb girl, the minority character who was actually a cool person, the minority character established for laughs, and some other people that were floating around. I was the creepy Alice in Wonderland character, since I had the dress and all and people kind of avoided me. I spent some of the time going around and getting to know the characters--I think we were all in a beach house or a vacation home or something--and quickly built up a strong dislike for the douchebag guy. After a while, I went on this... little trip through Wonderland (though it was more like Wonderland Lite for how short it was) and was helpfully reminded of my destiny. They gave me the Vorpal Blade (shaped like the knife version from the Alice games) that folded up all cool so that people wouldn't see me toting it around. It folded up into a little throwing-knife or a square that I could tuck up my sleeve. Basically, I was told that I had to go kill the douchebag character.

So I went back to go mingle and try that. But my knife unfolded weird and started curling in on itself, so I never got around to killing anyone (which is good, because I'm not sure how I'd feel if that started happening). At some point, the smart minority character broke the fourth wall and told me, "Look, what you need to do is stab that guy, and then go around to the rest of the characters." I guess I was the killer in the horror movie and no one bothered to tell me until then. That's the thought I woke up with. Thanks for that, brain.

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And no one ate dinner that night.

2012-01-28T20:00:45Z

Yo, Skyrim. I'm really happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but Arkham Asylum is basically the best video game of all time. Of all time. Gah, I'm supposed to be playing through Silent Hill 3, but I'm having trouble getting over my hatred of the controls. I picked up Arkham Asylum again on a whim. Aside from repetitive boss battles and making me push a button to run? There's nothing I don't love about that game. Plus, it's the one game my brother will actually admit I play better than he does. It's sucking my life back up, and I'll probably have to finally play Arkham City once I'm done. Sorry, Heather... I've got Gotham City to save.

I also made another silly comic about why I can't have nice things. It is more of a true story than I am sometimes willing to admit.

Last night was full of poor choices. Let me give them to you in bullet points.

Friend and I went to check out a bar; turns out it was reeeally skeezy. Could not suck down my drink fast enough to get out of there.
Went to our better, cozy bar and I had perhaps more to drink than was a good idea. Mixed vodka drinks, my weakness.
Showed up for 20 minutes of a Harry Potter marathon... basically watched the end the fifth movie, which was my least favorite. ):
Ate at Denny's. The food is still terrible.
Got out to the parking lot and the car's battery was dead. Had to call roadside service at 3:30am. Took them an hour to get there.
Got home at 5am, freezing and tired and pretty much just collapsed.

And here I am, up and nursing a slight hangover on five hours of sleep. Let my tale be a cautionary one. I think I'm going to let my poor liver have a rest after this little adventure... and my wallet, jeez. Drinks are expensive. I have to go put myself together enough to fool the outside world into thinking I'm functional, so I'll just go suck down some more water and take a shower and mrrrhhrmm today's going to be weird.

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Catching up on dreams.

2012-01-26T19:36:52Z

Normally I can attribute being exhausted to the internet or poor diet or something, but today I get full rights to blame it on my subconscious barreling me over with dreams all of last night. Unfortunately, I can't remember most of them.

The only one I can remember is that I guess I was over at an old friend's house, on her couch, watching TV with her and her mom. My parents were on TV in a special about animal rescues, talking about our (long-deceased irl) dog Max and how they saved him when he was a little puppy--otherwise he would have died of various health complications caused by being left out in the snow. Not true, of course; none of it happened like that in real life. My dream didn't even give me the right kind of puppy. But it made sense to my brain at the time.

My dad says I'm dreaming because there's something on my mind, but I don't know what my brain is trying to sort out with synthetic animal rescue stories.

I went to my very first bar last Sunday, which was fun... but that night I had a dream that we were back in the bar. The dream was basically me watching the night go from okay to "Guys, guys. Seriously. This is embarrassing." We'd start out hanging out like normal, being all cool, and then... my friends would start doing things like being obnoxiously loud, hitting on the cute waitress, making stupid jokes... It hit maximum dumb capacity when, after a discussion about animating characters' faces onto other characters' bodies in Aladdin for the lols, someone goes, "Wait. What if we animated their faces... and put them... on their same bodies! 8D"

I think I ragequit the dream at that part sjdfklsd. I just woke up thinking, "This is stupid. B(" and got up and chugged a glass of water. Can I go back to dreaming about surreal adventures and ghost women trying to kill me?

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Cabin fever strikes again.

2012-01-21T08:44:25Z

I've done a few smaller art bits since the last time I mentioned anything. [1] a derpy fishbowl saying, [2] the human and fae portraits for my Changeling: The Lost character (three guesses which Kith she is, the creep), [3] another swirly bookmark; these things are a one-way ticket to carpal tunnel, and [4] the start of a very large picture full of very tiny details. Honorable mention goes to the little five-color palette doodle [5!] that I only sort of like because drawing male anatomy is really hard for some reason. They're full of all these angles and muscles and stuff. What's up with that.

My job has really been bothering me lately. I work in a marketing agency. A couple months ago, we were super-busy and I could count on working twenty-five hours a week, easy. I started at 10am, got off around 3pm, had plenty of time for art projects and made pretty good money for working part-time. The backlog of projects has really declined, though, and our biggest source of projects has formed their own internal marketing team and even snagged our super-productive workaholic to do it. Now I'm only working two days (ten hours) a week, and it's pretty much scraping the bottom of the barrel. I like having time every once in a while to just do whatever I want, but having this much free time has led me to feel stagnant. I'm starting to worry about bills I have to pay off and whether or not my job is actually going to last at the rate it's been declining. I want to stay optimistic and hope things pick up, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't starting to consider my options, here.

Priority #1 is quickly becoming me getting an Etsy store up or something where I can sell prints and t-shirts and things like that. I'm just not sure how to do that without paying an arm and a leg to get them made in the first place. I will have to do some research. Priority #2 is saving money whenever I can, since I'm working with half my budget now. Priority #3... Debate quitting everything and becoming a backup dancer for Lady Gaga or 2NE1 or something, because that is a completely rational and achievable goal and I JUST REALLY LIKE DANCING AND LOOKING CUTE, OKAY.

On that note, here's some music I've been digging lately (alternately titled, "Stick has questionable taste in music, but does what she wants"):

• 2NE1 - I Am The Best. Contains spiky bras and good god, the choreography.
• Flo Rida - Good Feeling. No, I mean, I actually like this song unironically and stuff.
• CTFO - Bluesummers Death. A mashup, the best creepy thing I've found in a while.

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What I did today:

2012-01-18T21:43:44Z

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Failure inevitably comes before success. Or carpal tunnel.

2012-01-18T03:00:34Z

Welp, I spent the last four days on a writing retreat. I was basically packed in a house on an island in the middle of nowhere with eight other women, all of them nerds. We spent half of the time writing (or trying to write, at least), and the other half was spent chatting or playing word games. Playing Scrabble with a bunch of professional writers is about as intense as you could imagine, but Quiddler and Once Upon A Time are also excellent.

I am not at all a professional writer. I sure didn't go to school for writing. I don't have anything published or even practice writing in any capacity besides "every once in a while". But I do enjoy it when I do it, so I got a few little things done. My big project was trying to tackle my Skeleton City script, which is basically this year's NaNo leftovers that I intend to turn into a webcomic. I started the trip with way too many ideas and a plot that only barely made sense... mostly because I was trying to string together a LOTR-style novel and cram the whole damn world in there. It took a frustrated walk on the beach to get me to realize that doing that was dumb because I didn't want to devote half my life to the thing, and what I really wanted to do was a series of short stories. They don't have to have a cohesive, overarching plot, they don't need a big bad villain, and I don't have to explain every little thing about the world. I can just sort of dabble in the bits that I think are really interesting. So that's a super exciting thing. It feels like my story isn't such an impossibly monolith of a challenge anymore.

( in other news, an icon meme! )

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Thoughts on The Artist.

2012-01-10T03:55:10Z

Rubbing alcohol can clean permanent marker and peel paint. However, it does not work to remove nail polish. My question becomes this: what the hell did I put on my nails? Besides poison, I know that part.

Remember that rainbowsplosion of a peacock drawing I shared a few days ago? I made a new colored version that wound up looking much better. It's not perfect, but I think I'm happy with it to the point where I can ~~let it die~~ call it done. Next, I'll move onto a pattern grid, aaaah. *A*

I went to go see The Artist at a little indie theater downtown yesterday. It's a modern film done in the traditional style of a silent movie--for the most part. I cannot get over how well made it is. They didn't do the whole silent movie shtick to be pretentious or "different", it's actually a really vital part of the story. It's a motif that connects with the characters' stories, and the few places where sound is placed make those moments so much more meaningful. My being endlessly impressed at the silent film style aside, it was also very clever. The acting was wonderful, the story hit everything from hilarious to "oh nooo ;___;". The plot was a little predictable and kind of simple, but it didn't need to be a second Inception or anything--the characters and their journeys through the film are what really carried it. If you're looking for a popcorny action flick, this isn't going to be your choice (go see Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol instead--that was good), but if you like a little quality art and characterization with your movies, go go go see this while it's still around. Just make sure you eat before you do. It figures that my stomach would only start growling when I go to see the silent movie.

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I maybe need another drink.

2012-01-08T06:19:07Z

I painted my nails this morning, which is only worth noting because it's one of those things I do maybe once or twice a year, and only after a spike in estrogen and about a hour's worth of Korean girl band videos on YouTube. I painted them this color, which is pretty... but too dark for me, I think. Next time I'll go for silver or shiny, light pink. Lesson learned.

Went out to dinner today with my mom and younger brother. We talked about my brother going off to boot camp to train for the Marines, and about stuff we want to do in the new year. At some point my brother started planning out how to ask out the cute waitress. My mother was half applying sound logic, and half making it worse. On the other side of the table, I busied myself with a mimosa and tried not to look as horrified as I felt.

But then I got tipsy, came home, and ate Pez out of a Legolas Pez dispenser. The experience was both hilarious and subtly terrifying. My friend gave me the whole set as a late Christmas present. Probably both one of the best and weirdest things I have ever gotten.

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Sometimes being social is cool.

2012-01-05T08:03:42Z

( my current art project is an abstract peacock, yep. )

My friends and I went bowling today. I kind of want to make a joke about how gorgeous, self-confident, independent women in "the best years of their lives" should be spending their time living it up instead of bowling, but hey. Fuck social constructs. I like bowling.

It's best with my group of friends, because we all suck at it really badly and spend the whole time cheering on elegant gutter balls and comparing our happy dances. I managed to win, but considering none of us even broke a hundred points... What is winning, really?

We went to Red Robin after and ordered a bunch of starters. I got a chocolate milkshake because that's always a responsible, adult decision. It was delicious. And now here I sit, stuffed with carbohydrates and about to call it a night. No regrets.

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Today was weird.

2012-01-03T03:27:04Z

So today, after realizing I'd misplaced my bus card (that was fun), I got to work only to be greeted with an empty office building and all the lights off. It was quiet, except when a door would mysteriously slam shut in some other part of the building. There was also a dead pigeon right outside the front door. Now, I eventually figured out that it was because today was a holiday, but I've seen too many movies to not be suspicious and theorize that it might be a trap.

Like I told Plurk, it'd be the big movie of 2012--the girl is stuck in an office building, all the exits are blocked, and something has eaten all of her co-workers. And now it's trying to eat her. I could be played by Noomi Rapace, Cillian Murphy could be the love interest, and the villain could take the form of Christopher Walken.

And then I went home and RP'd a sad thread and now here I am, uneaten and kind of still bummed that I lost another bus card. ):

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Squeeze in a post before 2012, yep.

2011-12-31T22:56:16Z

I was supposed to go out partying tonight, but my parents are out of town for the weekend, we have a small zoo to look after, and my brother can't be trusted to take care of anything that isn't a Zombie Nazi swarm. So, I'm stuck making sure the dogs don't rip the house apart in a firework-induced frenzy tonight. I was sad, but then I stopped being sad and decided to be awesome instead. Actually, I drew a little comic that sums up my feelings.

I'm just going to have my own party. I've got booze, donettes, cheetos, skype, and a couple of party crackers. What else do you need, right? Not a bad way to kick off 2012. I'll probably end up tagging and watching Sherlock until I collapse out of exhaustion around 1am. I live such a hardcore life, I know.

Yesterday I finally finished Persona 3 and cried all of the tears. Nyx was probably the most excruciating boss battle I have ever gone through, because he charmed my characters and made them heal him back to full health from almost nothing. Twice. D': It was so brutal. But I finished, and it was so worth it. A proper reflection on the game will come soon. Next up on my list is Silent Hill 3, followed by the Alice games.

Speaking of which, I used some Christmas money to buy the Alice: Madness Returns art book. And it is really gorgeous.

( I mean, look at this thing. )

It's huge. And so much color... Even if the games kind of suck, some really fantastic art came out of it. If you're looking for concept art and spooky things and the occasional moment of, "You know what would make this better? Eyeless doll heads." then this is definitely not a disappointment in that department. The flavor text is pretty neat from what I've read of it, with a lot of talk about what went into development as far as the visual aspects of the game.

As a last note, I've started making icons again... It's so weird to think back through my brain and realize that all of my favorite icon styles aren't cool anymore (what do you mean, glow spots were never cool? D8), but I really like focusing on just 100x100 pixels at a time again. That, and I have an excuse to use all my pretty textures. Hnng, textures...

Happy New Year, everyone! Stay safe and all that jazz.

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NANOWRIMO 2011: The Best Bits

2011-12-03T20:36:46Z

Here is a collection of some of the stuff I wrote up over NaNo that I actually like. This is completely unedited, so there.

( fly me to the moon where we can gaze among the stars... )

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Test Post

2011-08-13T07:01:50Z

This is mostly just to see what things look like.

And for my reference, a link to my previous dream entries.

Also, plurk dreams.
- one.
- two.

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