Entry the Tenth: There is no room for comfort in high fashion

I see this complaint again and again: 'They're cute but they're really uncomfortable :(' It's fashion - specifically it's high fashion - what do you want?

But there's my two-sentence rant for the day.

Also, I have too many ideas. And I need to learn to work with felt. And paint. And things that aren't duct tape or yarn or words.

Let's break this down:

Things I want to do:
- Lose weight
- Learn to make perfume
- Learn to make nail polish
- Learn to work with felt/paint/other artistic things
- Start dancing
- Start pole dancing
- Get back into martial arts
- Learn another musical instrument
- Finish a book

Things I am doing:
- Blogging
- Being a Simple Bee

So... yeah.

Also, I'm getting fed up with people either being stupid, yelling at strangers on the internet about societal problems that no one will ever care enough about to fix, or being someone who just sucks the fun out of it for everyone else.

One person went on this spiel in the reviews for a software called 'Grammarly' that ''Grammarly' isn't a word.' No, it isn't. They're being cute. Shut up about it.

Wow. People.

Also, ow, my boobs. ('Girl stuff' but it's really annoying this time. They feel bigger. They don't need to feel bigger - they're stupidly big as is!)

*sigh*

I'm tired. I might just finish this thing tomorrow... later today... whatever. If I do I'll let you know with a scene break kind of thing.

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See that? ^^^ That's scene break kind of thing.

I went out driving but now I'm in for the day with a metric buttload of work to do. And I'm just full of all this give-a-damn.

Like, books and things. And blogs and projects and artistic things.

So yeah. I just have a lot of feelings. And it's getting dark outside and a storm is coming and I'm really happy about that because it's so desert out here. Really, my skin is dry and I'm breaking out again and I'm stupidly thirsty and just... ick.

So. I'm going to go back to work. And I hope you all have a wonderful day. I'm thinking of changing my NaNo Project Blog over to just a Project Blog. Like I can have a tags page on tumblr that lets people narrow the posts down to just one project and it would also let me filter inspiration and keep track of more than one project on a single blog. So, you know, I don't have to make a new blog for each new project I have. Yay.

Okay, I'm going back to work since I actually have things on my desktop calendar now and I shoudl probably get them done.

Bye for now guys. I'll try to have something more interesting to talk about tomorrow.

*rolls away*

The Update Hub

Yes, it's that time of day again.

A lot has happened in the last couple of days.

First and foremost, I have cute shoes. Two pairs, actually. The first are black, they come to about my ankles and they have a wedge heel with silver writing across the back. The other ones come up to about my knee and they look kind of like black tennis shoes with white laces. Both of these make me happy.

Here are the first ones:

(The back says 'bebe')

And the higher ones:

I think these might be my favourite ^^ (Yes, these are my legs.)

There's a small asphalt path that leads from the hotel we're staying at up to Wal-Mart. We walked it twice. The first time we walked there, walked around Wal-Mart and looked at stuff, then walked back through the car park and along the riverside walkway for a little while before we went back to the hotel. Even then we didn't really go back. We got to the car park there and then figured 'Why not go shoe shopping?' So we did.

We went to Payless (the boots), walked to a local drug store then walked to Ross (the smaller boots). Then got in the car and drove back to collapse because we were very tired by then.

We then walked back to Wal-Mart later that day for peanut butter, jelly, bread and frozen fruit bars.

So that explains the leg pain.

Mum and I got veggie fried rice for dinner and I had to stop eating because I was getting sad. ... Only a Tiger and Bunny geek like me would get sad about fried rice but I don't care. It was a sweet, unguarded moment from Barnaby (admitting he had been learning to make fried rice for Wild Tiger (the other half of the first Hero team)) and it got me emotionally. I will freely admit this. (It doesn't help that I saw a commercial for Pepsi Next yesterday.)

And I really need to go and work now. I think I'll have to throw in an awkward conversation during a long car ride... and then figure out what I'm going to do with my website because my brain is kind of running a mile a minute with it right now.

(And I have some trip pictures up on dA, if you're curious. Lots of clouds.)

See ya~!

Seventeen Days Before

And 100th post.

Wow. Time goes fast 0.o

You know what I want once I get settled? I mean, in terms of food? Salad, fresh fruit, good cheese, nuts, tea, German chocolate and basically anything along those lines. Health food cravings, I has them.

And I have a sudden urge to make hair things. Like yarn falls but more than that too. Like, use the yarn but layer different colours or braid it in layers and interesting things like that. And cyberlox. And maybe even working with false hair. I think that just feeds into every other creative impulse I have but still...

I blog a lot. I'm like just now realising this. As of this post, I have 100 entries on here. Wow. Just... wow.

I think I'm going to spend a little while watching sewing things now... I have so many clothing ideas ;_; (Maybe if I get good enough I can jump in with that little writer/artist circle that produced the anthology as like, their costume designer or official cosplay designer or something. I mean, they already have perfume and tea for their projects. That would be so fun ;A; )

Guess that should be enough of a kick in the tail, huh? Once we're some degree of settled, I do want to do a little more of that. Or any at all. Any would be a good start - WHY AM I SO LAZY!? *headdesk*

It's okay... things are slowly coming together and that's a good thing. I don't think it's so much 'I don't wanna do this' stress as 'I wanna get going' stress. I think that's more like what I'm feeling now.

Why is it that sometimes the scariest things in life wind up being the most fun?

Twenty-One Days Before

Point 1 - My roommate has brought it to my attention that I am an idiot and all of my makeup is, in fact, well within my reach. Derp.

Point 2 - When talking about sex makes you think about the structural integrity of the human body you're probably a geek. Just thought you should know.

Point 3 - I'm just really glad to have the internet back.

It's finally fixed. And I can finally stop wanting to complain to people about not being able to complain to them. I mean, what? Aside from that, I hate headaches. Like, loathe them with a burning passion.

There's so much stuff I want to do but here just doesn't seem like the place to do them. Where I'm at right now isn't exactly the fashion/makeup/art capital of... anywhere, really.

In not-my news, the site for the anthology and related material went live today and it looks awesome. I hope there isn't a time limit on the paperback version, because then I'd have to work some kind of payment method out. (To be fair, I still kind of want the hardcover book, I'm just trying to be responsible. Better to learn when you're young though, right?) They're basically doing what I'd like to do, I think is a large part of it.

In fact, you know what I want? I want a group of close real friends - artists, animators, musicians, crafty individuals of all types - who would be willing to help me with my vision (and I would help them with theirs, as much as I could) for a percentage. That just... sounds like something I would do. Be the leader of a close knit band of artists living in an apartment in a city somewhere, producing quality work, direct to the public. No corporate filters, no censorship - just honest, quality, affordable art.

I would love that kind of life.

And I know I could do it. It's just a matter of chipping away at it, finding the right people not just some people, making things the best they can be. And that's going to be an ordeal - I know it is.

But it would be a grand adventure.


That's a fair way off though. I think school and general life would help me get things squared away. In the meantime, enjoy this random pretty thing:
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Later, Lovelies~!

Thirty-One Days Before

Wondering how sensitive to pain the intestines are. Like pain or pressure from being pressed on, like during surgery.

Anyway...

I went out and got new nail polish (L.A. Colors 'Festive' and 'Lollipop' and Wet 'n' Wild 'Grey's Anatomy') and a bottle of Carnivale perfume. I am happy now. I also wound up with some sliced almonds for my headaches and some walnuts, just because.

Little trip to the ER earlier today but everything's fine. Nobody's hurt or sick or anything, just an easily fixable problem. Still kinda scary though.

As a result, I've been in my room for a while, listening to songs on YouTube and trying to tell myself I'm being productive. Unfortunately, that isn't working so well.

I'm also stupidly hungry and that's just... annoying. I think it's because I can smell things baking. Chocolate things. *drool*

Then I start writing again and lose my appetite... Oh, well ^^

[Later on]

Mum went off to get me something to make my head stop hurting. Yay~ for that. I don't take medication unless I think I really need it and... this is kind of making me feel sick, so I think I probably need it. Ick.

As you can probably tell, this entry was written over the course of a day and so she and grandpa are now back with Advil and jelly beans. And I'm kind of happy about the jelly beans. ^.^

I'm going to go hope my head gets better and maybe work a little bit before I collapse and start drooling into my pillow.

See ya~