do i make your teeth sweat???

Okay, my top 10 list of good and not so good Lumos moments!

Goodies

1. I met several of the girl's LJ buds. Faces for names...that is good.
2. I got to go to Vegas.
3. The Casino!
4. The Irish PUB!
5. 24 hour STARBUCKS!
6. Sweet hotel room.
7. I was on vacation!!! I needed that.
8. Went to the strip for the first time ever!
9. I love to gamble!
10. Oh and the HP part was cool, I like HP.

Baddies

1. Several of the girl's LJ buds met me. Now I am no longer mysterious...damn.
2. The flight to and from Vegas...totally blew.
3. The CASINO was evil.
4. Getting carded everytime I went into the Casino.
5. 24 hour STARBUCKS! My addiction to Caramel Macchiato is much worse now, thank you Wendy.
6. Expensive super-sweet hotel room.
7. I was on vacation and I want to be on vacation forever, but I am not!
8. Went to the strip and walked for miles!
9. Gambled all of my money away and then some. Stupid lights and pretty bells!
10. I am broke now...did I mention that the Casino is evil?

So I finally took a look at my LJ and realized that I had several people friend me and I did not friend them back. I hope I didn't make anyone feel like I was being anti-social by not friending them back, but I honestly haven't had the chance to play on LJ in quite some time! Seriously, I am not making excuses, it is totally true...well sort of. Anywho, where was I? Right so I am updating and all that good stuff cuz I find it harder to ignore people once I have put a face with the name and after LUMOS I would hate to make anyone feel bad cuz you were all super cool. And upon reading through this rambling blob of blah I realize that without meeting me a few times and getting to know my personality a bit one might find this post to be rude. But I swear it is not...just transpose my voice over the words and you too will find it funny. Well, maybe not funny because this really isn't funny, but it won't sound snobby and rude...I hope, cuz in the end I am really just trying to be friendly or something. I also don't believe in proper use of grammar when writing in LJ because my sentences are going on for miles and I just really don't give a damn. Right, and um, last night I watched the funniest internet movie ever..."Unflinching Triumph!" It is about professional staredown. I think I am going to become a professional staredown athlete. Wanna play? Okay, on "Stare!"

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Oh, you suck, you blinked! I win!!!!!!!

Well, the grrl, anael, is drunk as a skunk. As a matter of fact in the three or so years that we have been together this is the most screwed up that I have seen her. So I thought I was drunk, but managed to drive us home then realized she was super drunk and fixed up some leftover chinese food...not always a wise choice to mix chinese and liquor, but it was all we had. So she almost managed to crush the dog (I am using the backspace entirely too much which makes me think that I am really crundk right now.) Okay where was I...I am eatingin her levtover rice ksrispy treat which eis extra yummy...ok, wait, what, oh yeah, so she is drunk and we had fun and its almost her fbidya oh dear, bday...I am getting drunker...we are dgonnna tgogo sm oke, shit . I was sdoingso well before and h=ow...now i am getting drunerker. I acantl wait to eread this tomorrow when i am sober. ok good night...go\tta go smoke.!

Why must it hurt to look cool?

Okay, maybe not quite dying, but I wish someone would chop my head off so that I didn't have to feel like I am walking around with a fish bowl full of water on my shoulders. Why is it that every time I get a cold it turns into a hellacious sinus infection, can't hear out of my ears, coughing up a lung, possibly both nasty radioactive sickness? Ugh. I wish I had insurance so that I could go to a doctor and get fancy drugs instead of relying on little red pills, aka sudafed. Oh and so much for that coldeze crap...didn't really help except put a nasty metal laced with artificial cherry taste in my mouth. End bitch session. Commence fetal position.

I bought t.p. and I hate my job.


Is nothing sacred?

It's about girlfriends rubbing girlfriends. Fin.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO archingback!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leave her happy notes or porn or stick art or something. Please??!?!?!?

I am teaching a class at the university and I have 12 students enrolled. Last night I only had 9 students show up for class. So today I checked my email and two of the MIA students emailed me. One has the symptoms of strep throat. Self-diagnosis of course! The other has an upper respiratory infection, or at least that is what I think it is cuz she said she had an upper respitory infection, whatever that is! Last week I had a sicky and she has shown up to class since...hacking of course! *pause to refill coffee* So I am beginning to think that it will be a miracle if I actually make it through the semester unharmed and out of the emergency room! Isn't that exciting. *much sarcasm in tone of voice* I realize now that as a teacher we enter into harm's way entirely too often. If you teach small children, you get chicken pox and lice...yummy! If you teach teens you get cooties! If you teach college level students you get mono! I am beginning to think that the government should offer extra medical insurance to educators due to the extreme hazards we face from day to day! Oh and free psychiatric counseling as well! Just in case.

I got nothin'...
wait I got somethin'...
nope...scratch that...I got nothin' to post

My dog has narcolepsy. I have officially nicknamed him, "Narc." That or his front half is heavier than his back half, which would explain why I find him standing with all of his weight pivoting on the top of his head. This image really requires a visual diagram to fully understand it, so maybe I will draw something up later and post it along side this. Yes.

I am posting because I was politely nagged by the girl to post. I was unaware until today that you could send an email via lj to push lj friends to post. I would have thought that it would have been easier to just tell me personally since we do live together and you see me on a daily basis, but I am beginning to think that you really are addicted to your computer and the internet. So on that note, I shall post...hmmmmm, what to post. Last night I had the girl in an uproar of giggly laughter fits! It seems that she found my computer chair air swimming to be quite humorous. It worked quite well, I did the breast stroke across the room to slowly guide the chair over to the computer. I did receive a push from behind to really get me going and had to quickly switch to a side stroke in order to avoid crashing into the wall. This would be a wonderful time to have the means to do video posting because I find that writing down my antics just doesn't seem to have the same luster. Lately I have been in my own little world, even around others, so much that my most frequent line is, "Sometimes I forget that you are here." Stated of course, just as I realize that the girl is staring at me and listening to the strange little tunes that I am singing or changing the words to. The other night after we pulled up to the house from a late night Denny's run I got out of the car and stretched while she did her usual shutdown of the vehicle and for some reason I busted into the chorus line, "Freak OUT!" I don't know why, maybe there was a full moon or something. Okay, gotta get ready for work, so I am signing off!

So it turns out that I have this strange infatuation with giving the dog a voice. I have a tendency to come up with silly little quips that with the right timing seem to make him the most nauseatingly adorable pooch in the world. Today, I stood with De and watched him for a few minutes trying to get a piece of his food out of his water bowl. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. "Bobbing for Kibbles!" He kept getting water up his nose so I finally dug the sponge-like kibble out of the bowl for him because it was becoming painful to watch. And this time, I finally followed the girl's advice and I am posting about "bobbing for kibbles!" Only cuz she told me to. Fin.

On the way home from Denny's (craptastic 24 hour diner with somewhat edible food that I frequent at least once a day) I was informed that I could get kicked out of fandom!!! I was unaware that deliciantasy was paying my dues up until now. Which would explain why I don't know the secret handshake or the password to get into the fandom clubhouse. I have even missed several secret meetings over the past several months. She tells me that all I have to do is post a bit more regularly. Of course I have to say that I am not much of a writer and I have been so busy that being creative is nearly impossible for me right now. So she says just talk about RL stuff and that will be fine, then she proceeds to complain that she has taken on too many challenges and she has tons to write. My advice...just pay the monthly dues like me and quit volunteering your precious time. But of course, that takes the fun out of it and she declined my advice. She also declined my begging her to teach me the secret handshake. So as I ramble on and on here, I realize that I must post something in order to get into the fandom clubhouse meetings because deliciantasy is tired of briefing me every night.

So here goes nothing:

At this point in time you would normally expect to go to some clicky link (similar to a portkey) that zooms you over to a fantastic little page on LJ that has a whole drabble about some smokin' hot engagement between *fill in characters of choice*, but instead you are stuck with just reading on and on in one very lengthy post by myself because I am LJ ignorant or html ignorant. I have no clue when it comes to splicing in fancy html talk to make my post seem a bit sleeker and have that bit of magic to it. But I digress, I must stay focused here and tell you all about some interesting, entertaining, or downright crappy moment in RL to gain access to "Club Fandom!" So let's see...what to say what to say...suddenly I am at a loss, which is surprising because usually I have some witty (snotty) thing to say at a moment's notice. I actually realize that what I really need is to get a paid account so that I have the option to phone post because I am more of a talker than a typer. I could have rambled through all of this in a mere 20 seconds on the phone but instead we are stuck with a whole lotta words and the typing slows down my train of thought. I am losing the steam on the train and the "woo woo" is sounding pathetic right now. I also have a tendency to jump from fragment to fragment and with enough time and bouncing around I eventually end up with a rather conclusive statement reverting back to my original thoughts and commentary. It is an amazing thing to witness and also quite annoying at times. If you are still reading this I applaud you because by now I would have thought you would lose interest and unfriend me. Okay where was I? Right, RL moments of hilarity worthy of being posted on LJ. ***It's a shame I don't have a webcam setup right now cuz you would see me sitting at the computer, fingers poised and ready at the keyboard and drawing a complete blank.*** Well I guess I will tell you about my evening at work last night, it is a bit sick and twisted...and could be considered humorous at some level, well maybe not. So last night I was sitting in the lobby with the front desk guy and we were watching the learning channel. TLC kept airing a promo for the next show, "Born without a face" which sounded quite intriguing to the two of us, but we had another hour before it would be on. So during commercial breaks I convinced him that I was born without a face and that the doctors took skin from my butt and grafted it onto my skull to create my face. Needless to say lots of rude and crude remarks came from our mouths as we joked about it. In the end I had finally crossed a line of disgusting and out of character humor (if you can call it that) and I thoroughly grossed myself out. But if this were true...it would explain why my face is as smooth as a baby's butt. One without diaper rash or anything nasty like that. And so this concludes this evening's masterpiece theater compliments of myself and I hope you enjoyed yourself and that you might come back next week for "Shark Attack: Killer Salsa Shark" I think we need a bigger boat!

anasuede has taken over this journal, once again.

My girlfriend is being wishywashy about posting art... so I'm doing it for her.

This first pic goes oh so well with Perhaps, which I can't believe I'm linking... b/c I don't really think she wants to read it, but eh. The first one's possibly not work safe, but the second one's fine.

( Draco sketch )

The second pic she drew at Denny's while I was writing, and it goes nicely at the end of part 2 of my fic for meredyth_13, Done Wrong - Sleep To Dream chapter. I was a ball of squee at Denny's.

( Lookie here )

It's amazing how a 30 second encounter with a group of arrogant, ignorant asshole teenagers can ruin a person's day...my day, as a matter of fact. Just when you think everything is normal and good, you are reminded that maybe there really is no place in this world for the alternative person, me. I can't believe that simply walking around the block with my dog only twenty feet from my home, I find myself feeling the least at home and more like an unwelcome stranger. The only hope I have is that there is a place in this world where people just don't give a damn about the way others look and that for once I might be able to walk down the street and not get gawked at and shouted at. And maybe, just maybe, I might be able to live in that dream place one day and finally be allowed to live freely with worries about what I will eat for lunch that day, instead of where I can go for lunch in the quickest most unnoticed way to avoid interactions with my fellow man/woman. It bothers me even more that when a single person walks past me, I am safe, but when a group of people are together, they feel the need to bully. Why do they have the courage to be outspoken only when they are in groups? That cowardice drives me insane...do I have to travel in large groups just in order to feel safe? It's crap.

Apparently I have been told that my journal has remained dormant for far too long. At this point in time I would like to give a list of excuses...1. I work a lot! Two jobs, one full time, one part time, the part time one being quite stressful (never been a gallery director before, so everything is new and stressful) 2. Had to catch up on all those day to day things that sat for a month, i.e. laundry, oil change on truck, paying bills, depositing money into bank to cover said bills, calling people back and keeping up on emails, talking to my mom so that she doesn't get too upset that I am not coming home for Thanksgiving, cleaning up my apartment...we still had halloween stuff sitting around...I found some fake horns, wings and a few scars strewn about the house! 3. I just haven't had much to say lately regarding HP and fanfic and all that other good stuff, cuz I haven't had the chance to keep up with it! But now, excuses aside, I have one thing to say...LUMOS!!! For those of you that were at the midnight showing of GOF on Thursday, well actually it would have been Friday technically, you can appreciate this comment...for the rest of you, well, now you feel the way I felt when I heard some random guy yell, "LUMOS" at the theater when the movie ended and the lights were about to go up!

anasuede has taken over. I'm forcing archingback to post the art she drew for my story. So there.

( Two hours and four cups of tea later, he remained seated at the small table, eyes as glassy as the window. )

I think there is something very wrong with me. Not in that medical way where I am missing a limb or anything. Don't worry no extra limbs or appendages either. I think the problem, well if you can call it a problem...is that I am in two very opposing moods today...feeling a bit cynical and throwing giddy schoolgirl into the mix. I don't know, I was thinking about general crap and all that good stuff, then I got up to fix some coffee for myself and I was dancing around talking to the dog. Of course he really didn't get it and just wanted to sit in my lap for a nap. I thought it was strange that I was bouncing off the walls one second and then right back into normal cynical, ass mode. My highlight of the afternoon was seeing that the dog made his second bowel movement of the day...that my friends is disheartening. Its great that we have a well trained pooch, but seriously, a normal, rational human being does not take such delight in other's shit. So I had a short group therapy session with myself...I let everyone put in their two cents and I feel really good that its all out there in the open.

***I just read through this post and realized that I am nuts. But that is why some people find me amusing I guess. I think the humor is lost since you can't see my facial expressions and watch my gestures...I tend to talk with my hands. But I shall leave it and post it and revel in the fact that I may get strange comments in return.

( She's Under Here )