In Coffee Spoons

As Kairi pointed out, the longer you put off making your big "This is what's been going on" journal update, the harder it gets. Rambling ho!

School is going...well, it's going. Just a few more weeks left and then I can start worrying about fall semester, which I have to cram a lot of credits into. At least I will no longer be laboring under a flaky teacher whose typos skew the entire course, or a flaky teacher who signs all her correspondence "Peace, love and laughter".

Redoing the outside of the house is pretty much finished. I believe. I hope. I sincerely hope. Looks good. Pics forthcoming.

Went to Mackinac with Mom and Erin, pics also forthcoming. Three guys sitting behind us on the ferry were doing the boat song, so that was stuck in my head all day. We went for the Lilac Festival, but the problem with planning a festival around nature is that nature does not always get the memo. It's been a terrible year for lilacs everywhere. Good times were had anyway. Horses, sunshine, seaside, ice cream, ridiculously expensive gift shops, good times.

Ashley and I both celebrated 25 years without fatal accidents!

( tastypics )

My fancy-ass camera makes me look like a much better photographer than I am sometimes.

Holly and I are planning a kickass party for the 4th and if you're reading this, chances are pretty damn good you're invited. As kickass as this party is going to be (it is going to be kickass), I'm really just excited to be celebrating Independence Day for the first time since I was a kid. I actually feel patriotic. Not ironically or post 9-11 bandwagony, but genuinely thrilled to see an amazing president turning our country around and making it into something to be proud of again. (President Obama, you are so invited to our party.)

Ummmmmmmm um um. That might be it. For now. I've been reading a lot but I'll save that list for its own entry. I have a lot of random pictures to post. And some memes. Later. Woo.

</rambling>

Had me a fine weekend.

Annie and Ryan were up, and they came over Friday night. We took turns sucking ass at Cooking Mama, went out for pizza, sat on the curb outside Radio Shack and passed around a bag of marshmallows (while talking about how sad it was to be doing that) and then decided Erin was due to get drunk for the first time ever. And she did indeed! It was very adorable.

Erin: *weaving back and forth across room* Hahaha! I thought that whole balance thing was made up!

Annie: Can you hand me that?
Erin: No. Well, I could, but I'm lazy and I've got a drink in my hand.
Megan: See, NOW you're in college.

We were drinking rum and coke, UV Blue, and Jager bombs. Erin found out she likes all three, which I think increases the number of drinks she likes to...three. We got her to do a few shots as well, which she had said she would not do. (I think the shots were of the leftover pomegranate vodka? From when Holly came over?) Annie and I got "where did my pants go" bombed. Ryan killed half a bottle of Jager. On his own. In one drink. And was completely sober within a few hours. Good times. Good times.

P.S. Tattoo Dark Spiced Rum? Yummy yummy.

Saturday Annie and Ryan and I mini-road-tripped it on over to TC. Really, going anywhere from my house is a 2 hour drive. It's the shameless singing along to bad pop music that makes the mini-road-trip difference. We did a bit of aimless meandering in Hocus Pocus, which is really all one does in Hocus Pocus. The guy there did a couple tricks for Annie-- the one with the cups and the ball, the one with the little jewel stick-- and she was delighted, either because she possesses an innocent childlike joy or because she'd accidentally taken two Klonopin. We went to Borders, where I used up something like fifty bucks worth of credit card reward coupons-- got a book on the beginnings of modern surgery, a humongous H.P. Lovecraft collection, and a complete Arthur Rimbaud collection with a hideous blue and orange cover. (I say hideous, but I love it dearly.)

We also went to dinner at at one of those janky strip-mall Chinese buffets with Jake, a friend of Ryan's, and Jake's girlfriend Egg. Egg is not actually named Egg. But I cannot remember her real name. Because she is Egg. The food was awful. Annie and I were sitting together at one end of the table, exchanging pathetic expressions every time we tried something. The fried rice was bad. The fried rice. I'm not even sure how you do that. We were also sitting together at the end of the table ignoring Jake's chatter about dagohir and ignoring Egg. I think Jake's serious interest in dagohir pretty much sums up Jake.

The food was, in fact, so bad that Ryan treated us to ice cream afterwards. Which was awesome, because it was Cold Stone. And which sucked, because somebody fucking tipped.

Sunday I mainly spent going "blaaaaaaaaaaaargh" from an overdose of alcohol and human contact.

Good times. Good times.

This video? Kairi's fault. Entirely. Kairi's. Fault.

Me: Man, I oughta clean this ashtray out one of these days.

Holly: Yeah, it's starting to need it. Some of these look old enough to be from our last party.

Me: Yeah, I think they are.

Erin: WHAT?

Me: Huh?

Erin: You haven't cleaned that ashtray out since NEW YEAR'S?

Me: Uh, no...

Erin: @!$#! I thought you were cleaning it regularly like a normal person! I thought that was like two weeks worth of butts and thought you were in total denial about being addicted! I was WORRIED about you!

Me: Oh! Oh no, no. That's four months worth right there.

Erin: @$#@!#@$@!%!@!%@#%!

Holly: Lulz.

Holly came over for a couple of days. It is really ridiculous how close we live to each other versus how often we see each other.

We drank a good amount of gin and a good amount of pomegranate vodka and did a couple cement mixers. This makes the second time I have voluntarily done a cement mixer, and I believe the third time for Holly. We are unique and stupid snowflakes.

We watched Repo! and Newsies. Holly hadn't seen Newsies before, but had the appropriate reaction: "My god, those two are totally in love with each other. How did Disney get away with this?"

Aaaand we had ourselves a little art project. We've both been mediating between friends lately, and dealing with passive-aggressive people. Thus did we hit on two important points:

1. One of the reasons we are friends is because we're both okay saying and/or hearing "You're being fucking ridiculous, and you need to cut this shit out."

2. If we ever do end up fighting, we need to be properly prepared to deal with it.

And that is how we ended up spending an afternoon making anger management sock puppets.





( crafternoon. )

And a good time was had by all. Except the puppets.

[22:49] bigorangeperson: i am saving some of this gin that i am drinking for when i come over
[22:49] Seiran79: Is it good gin?
[22:49] bigorangeperson: no
[22:49] Seiran79: Fair enough.

[02:36] palina27: would you call him a sociopath? i'm not sure...
[02:37] Seiran79: No, because he is a cat.

[02:45] palina27: i don't want to do heroin!
[02:46] Seiran79: Yeah, that wasn't my best advice ever.

[15:33] Seiran79: I can't paint by holding a brush in my teeth OR using my arm.
[15:33] palina27: yes you can.
[15:34] palina27: i saw you paint a door.

[22:16] literatehyaena: ...why are you scat singing?
[22:16] Seiran79: That is a rhetorical question even when it is not intended as one.

There are a lot of people coming to Christian Bale's defense regarding his on-set rant, and I agree with them completely. There's a lot of talk regarding the pressures of acting and method acting in particular, the power of an emotional scene, the amount that he actually said versus the amount that his character said, etc. Pretty much every theatre person I've talked to has agreed that the DP was at fault.

But no one seems to be touching on the most important reason why this rant is defensible:

It was hot as all hell. Holy fuck. Hot as hell.


[01:46] Seiran79: I don't think I would mind being assaulted by Christian Bale. I mean, assuming he didn't go for my throat.
[01:47] Shinaichica: Assuming he didn't go for the throat I would imagine it would be somewhat pleasurable.
[01:48] Seiran79: It's so nice when my friends agree with me instead of suggesting I seek professional help.

[01:26] Shinaichica: I'm freezing my ass off
[01:27] Seiran79: Shut the window.
[01:27] Shinaichica: It is shut. I even turned off the humidifier
[01:27] Seiran79: Turn off your...face.
[01:28] Shinaichica: YOU TURN OFF YOUR FACE
[01:29] Seiran79: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID
[01:29] Seiran79: WAIT
[01:29] Seiran79: NO

Seiran: Oh, what would I give to be wrong about human nature.
Seiran: I think that was the title of my thesis.
ccchuck: i only wore panrties casue they made me
Seiran: No, wait, *that* was the title of my thesis.


Llwyd: fuck YOU all
Llwyd: fuckers
Seiran: Lwyd, I think we should talk about your issues. Let's form a circle. Feel free to cry.
Llwyd: seiran, i will slap you to death with my moobs
Seiran: That is the best threat I have ever received.


jayegoodman@verizon.net: whats up
Seiran: My meds quit working and David Lynch says I'm a dream! How are you?


findingxhope: smart is fucking great.
seiran_o19o: It is.
findingxhope: it is, sometimes, our only isle of solace
findingxhope: in a sea of mediocrity, cruelty, and other humans.
seiran_o19o: This is what teaching will do to you.

I think it's a good indication of how much I love a friend when I allow her to call me "Princess Kitty Purr-Pants".

"To allow ourselves to sink to less than what we are capable of becoming, physically or mentally, is a sin against ourselves. We don’t have to live up to anyone’s standards but our own, but to set our standards low is a sign of lack of self respect."

"What to do when you're hungry enough to eat a pregnant candy horse and then chew your way through its neck and chest cavity to reach the delectable fetal horsies inside its stomach (that are each about the size of your own stomach but also made of sugar and nougat and chocolate and skittles)..."

Magical backtracking in time: I had a great birthday. Thank you and <3 <3 <3 to everyone who sent me greetings, even Dap who sent me this what the fuck thank you but what the fuck.

Erin and Mom came for cake (yay) and presents (yay) and Thai food (yay) and shopping (yay).

World's cutest birthday cake.

Kitcheny goodness from my family. Along with a bunch of groceries. So set to cook now. Lot of new recipes I've been wanting to try.

Erin wrangled me a really great DS emulator and downloaded me a bunch of ROMs. I'm failing hardcore at the DS version of Cooking Mama because it requires the mic. Don't stare at me with those flaming fire eyes, Mama! I'm trying my best!

Erin stayed over for a long weekend, which was also great. We watched a ton of movies. A ton. Good movies. Bad movies. Hilariously bad movies. Eraserhead freaked her out more than I was epxecting, but I consider that fair trade for the shit like Felidae and Skywhales that she keeps bringing when she visits.

I just realized how often my celebrations are a blend of cute, fun, and horrific. Awesome.

Liberty, overworked and underslept and believing it to be the 12th, sent me my birthday internet goodness today:





~



and

A kitty video (of a kitty)


Thank you, sweetie! GO GET SOME SLEEP.

Spent nearly a solid week in human company *and* survived/enjoyed it? Damn, my medication really is working.

I saw Annie in person for the first time since I was a kid, and it was great.

Erin made a good point- "No wonder we were friends. We've got all the same neuroses. We grew up together thinking we were all normal."

I rode back to Mt. P. with Annie and her husband Ryan (who also seems pretty cool), and met Momo The Famous Internet Cat. He would not give me an autograph, but did leave a lot of cat hair on my shirt. I'm plucking them off to sell on eBay.

The plan was to spend a night at their place, have a pizza and watch some DVDs, play Cooking Mama. We got partway through that plan when an evil death sickness swooped down on Annie like a vulture. A really sick vulture. So I ended up at Taylor's a night early.

YES, I finally got to go see Taylor, and it only took us a COUPLE MOTHERFUCKING YEARS to get around to it. We suck.

It was so great to see him, though. So much catching up about weird shit and reminiscing about weird shit at Alma to do. So much talking, so much smoking, my poor throat.

It came up at least three or four times how much he's calmed the fuck down, and how he pretty much needed to, to still be alive now. No more eating glass.

It was also good to meet Kristin, and I definitely approve of her. Which is good, because otherwise we would have had to fight with knives. Even if I hadn't approved of her, she brought me pie, and that'll pretty much win my loyalty to anyone.

Watched a bunch of movies, of course. Deathwatch, Marebito, Save the Green Planet, I Stand Alone. Gaspar Noe is fucking brilliant, but I'm not sure I could ever subject myself to one of his masterpieces a second time. FeiFei undoubtedly could. Watched Santa's Slay, but I'm not going to talk about that movie. It has eaten too much of my precious lifetime already.

Taylor taught me the basics of speed chess aka blitz chess aka crazy person ADD chess (the last title being mine), and I was surprised to find myself really enjoying it. Patience and foresight are pretty much nonexistent in my personality, so I've never liked regular chess, but this was really different. Well, except in one respect.

Me: Neigh! Neigh!

Taylor: Why does this always happen? Why is everyone who's not into chess feel drawn right to the knights, every time?

Me: In a sea of strange and unfamiliar pieces, the pony is comfortingly recognizable.

Taylor: ...probably.

Me: Neeeeigh!

Ummm, what else. Sat in one of those all-night diners while Taylor listed famous philosophers and what they smelled like. Rubbed dongs and cried. Bunch of other stuff. Yeah. But that's what comes to mind right now.