And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb

I'm going... going... GONE!

2009-07-29T17:47:08Z

I am leaving in 20 minutes for the airport and on my way to TEXAS!

I have so many shows to see, some great girls to meet and I cannot wait to start the partying!

I'll miss you all. And to the girls I'll be seeing soon, big hugs for you coming!

HAH!

2009-06-22T02:10:29Z

Tell me this isn't funny! Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs. Edward Cullen! lmfao

Wow, what a summer coming up...

2009-06-21T05:22:58Z

So I will post a real, actual update soon. I know I always say that but then I never actually sit down and take the time to do it. I just throw some show information up and then flee.

This is another one of those posts.

I'm so freakin' excited about this. Marcus Foster is going to blow me away next month, I just know it. What an amazing musician.

Anyways, more to come, I promise!

Bobby Long's coming to St. Louis finally! That's going to kick some ass. Totally dragging some friends to that show.

Tigers and Raccoons.

2009-06-15T11:18:35Z

So, here's a video I took at the Zoo yesterday during my Epic St. Louis tour with Tara and her husband.

We had tons of fun, took a bunch of silly pictures that had us cracking up and the people around us concerned.

And here is a video of the tiger pit at the St. Louis Zoo where there was some sibling rivalry going on. The video is a couple of minutes long and sometimes impossible to see. But worth it!

Support Peter Facinelli!

2009-06-13T16:48:57Z

Watch the video for details:

Hair cut

2009-06-13T04:46:38Z

I tried something a bit more daring with my hair. Hard to tell with the webcam shots and stuff. But ah well, I love the colour of my hair in those pics! Here's a ton of shots

The Lost Boys of Summer!

2009-06-01T23:26:52Z

This Wednesday we are having some very special guests on Vamp Radio.

We are having some of The Lost Boys cast on our show! Including a couple of the vamps(Paul and Dwayne), Laddie and the singer of the infamous song that practically made The Lost Boys... G Tom Mac. Now if you haven't heard some of G's songs, you really need to check it out. He's an incredible musician.

There is a possibility of other actors calling in as well, so tune in and learn some behind the scenes info from the Boys themselves!

Picture made by: Sarah

Link: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/VampRadio/2009/06/04/The-Lost-Boys-Of-Summer

Okay kids, today is the big day!

2009-05-30T16:22:20Z

I am one of three hosts for Dreamers Radio, a Land of Dreamers radio show on Vamp Radio, Saturday afternoons.

We are having our first show today and because they are such awesome sports... Sam Bradley, Bobby Long and Phil Taylor have agreed to be on the show, starting at 1:15 pm central time! The show itself starts at 1:00 pm where Lizzy, Lacey and I discuss what Dreamers Radio is and what we will be doing for our shows.

Then at 4:00 pm central the big moment for me arrives.. my host status is "Team Marcus" and as a birthday gift to me, I get to be the person to interview Marcus Foster, who has yet to be interviewed for anything by us.

So of course I'm two seconds away from throwing up over here. ;)

But everyone on my list, please join us! We're extremely excited about this show and know a lot of members are too. So if you've ever been at all interested, check it out. :)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/vampradio

Just realized I haven't posted in a while...

2009-05-15T17:00:39Z

Things are good here. Overtime projects are over with (though I have been offered the opportunity to work Saturday if I want.. pfft), school is out for the summer, and many of my nights are taken up with great opportunities!

I have officially passed MS250, so no more concerns about that. I have not been able to meet with my advisor to sign up for classes in the Fall yet, though.

At the end of the month I will be interviewing Marcus Foster! Since I try not to bore you guys too much with this stuff, I'll just say this is a huge deal to me and I am extremely excited for this opportunity.

Tonight is the back to back four hour long celebration of one year of Vamp Radio, and I have been informed that some rather interesting clips of a couple of the shows I have been on have been taken.

For example, Lacey got Mark Hole onto VampRadio on Wednesday and he put on quite the show for us! He entertained us the entire two hours he was on with barely a minute to suck in a mouthful of air. On top of that the man made out with me on air while I sat stunned and in shock!

So if anyone needs a laugh, seriously check out Vamp Radio on Itunes and download Mark Hole's interview. The man has a comedic gift, I swear.

Anyways, the trip to Austin/Dallas is in full preparation mode. I have my flight booked and the time off of work, so I am coming, ladies!

This month is full of great times both come and gone and I am excited for it. Hope everything is going okay with everyone.

jen and shanda, my thoughts are with you both and I hope things start looking up soon.

A quick post while I'm at lunch.

2009-04-30T17:01:58Z

I've been listening to the Vamp Radio/LoD podcasts while at work and my co-workers were like "You need to stop listening to those! We keep hearing/seeing you cracking up laughing and then we can't help but laugh at you."

So I thought I'd share that even at work you guys are making me laugh, keeping me company and making my day so much more fun and interesting.

We seriously need to do that more often, if even just for a way for all of us to talk on the phone together!

Loved it. Love you guys!

I just have to put this out there...

2009-04-30T03:34:39Z

That my father turned Vamp Radio right during the Pickle-Masturbate clip we were talking about making!

He goes "So. The pickle is the official vegetable of the LoD?"

I was like OMG! NO! lmfao.

Of all the times to clue in that is so not right!

The Kin

2009-04-29T02:54:51Z

So here is my video of The Kin performing in the parking lot of the 3rd and Lindsley Bar and Grill where Sam Bradley and Bobby Long played.

The quality dropped when I put it on YouTube, it's so much clearer on my computer, but you can still see the blurry shapes of them. lol

It was exciting and this performance made me a total fan. Doesn't hurt that the code they gave me for some free music yielded even more songs that I ended up enjoying.

Thank you, The Kin! Awesome to meet someone from down under.

I really need to get the next two days pictures processed but there are so many of them it's so damned tedious. Argh.

I shall try. And I shall also get my full story on the events up too, since the story is ten times more exciting than the pictures.

Land of Dreamers Nashvegas Trip - Night One.

2009-04-26T15:55:01Z

This is only night one's pictures, so bask in the glory that is how many there are! Good god. lol.

Anyways, I won't caption most of them, there's just too many. But I'll start by saying, for those on my friend's list who don't know, Sam Bradley is the one with the curly hair, Bobby Long is the one with the longer hair always covering his face, and the two blond men are The Kin. Be amazed at how awesome it was to party with so many great girls and guys.

Me in Cyn's room trying to figure my camera out. Ended up liking the shot. Hah

Me getting the first fan picture with The Kin. w00t!

Bobby's first entrance into the 3rd and Lindsley

Bobby making his after-show escape

Sam keeps looking demonic in his pictures!

Sam pulling Lizzy up

Sam came out to meet The Kin himself.

"You're listening to Blog Talk Raddiiooo!"

Me getting yet another shot with The Kin. Hah!

Partying at The Big Bang bar with the Kin and later with the guys!

We coerced them into singing for us. The regular band singers said they weren't allowed to be better than them. After The Kin performed "When Doves Cry" the regulars went "We told you you weren't allowed to be better!" lol

Here The Kin made their exit, we all went on the balcony where we would later spot the guys!

Sam having a long conversation with Lizzy's husband

Me with Phil "Sweet Lips" Taylor

My first pic with Bobby. I look wide eyed and he looks stoned off his ass. Thank god Lizzy got another one for me the next night. lol

So that is just night one. There were more pictures, but I tried to omit some that were too similar to others and whatnot.

I will start working on days two and three for you guys as well!

Contest Entry - Story.

2009-03-01T10:06:30Z

My story for the contest.

It is based on Sam Bradley's Paradise

Lillith‘s fingers slipped over the telephone, dancing over the buttons with a swiftness that gave away just how familiar her hand had become to pressing the particular sequence for his number.

“You have reached Jeremy’s voice mail. If you would like to leave a message, please wait f--”

The dull thud of the receiver as it dropped into its cradle resonated throughout the otherwise silent room. Barren of more than the necessities of furniture, the room resembled a home deserted in troubled times. The same emptiness turned her eyes dull as she shifted her attention from the now hated phone and back to the landscape outside the hotel she had been begrudgingly calling home for the past several months. Almost four, to be exact, since she had taken her company’s offer on a job that would push her career to new heights and ensure her survival in an otherwise tumultuous career field. She had felt hope, encouragement, a bright outlook for a future that had almost seemed unattainable. And with her fiancée by her side it had seemed everything was falling into place.

She had had her doubts, of course. There would be an ocean between them, phone calls few and far between and only their words to keep their bond intact. Yet instead of looking at it as an obstacle, they instead chose to think of their separation as a test, as a way of proving their love and the strength of their devotion. Only time proved to be a conspirator against them and the distance was felt more than she could have dreamed possible.

Her hand found the glass of whiskey at her side, an automatic limb movement developed over the past two weeks. A heavy gulp of the fiery liquor was taken but barely a flicker of movement on her face marked its burning path down her throat. The irony of the idea of drinking the burning liquid to numb her mind was not lost on her, but was not enough to twitch her frozen lips into even the vaguest of smiles.

Lillith turned her head toward the framed photo sitting on the desk. It was a picture of the two of them holding each other with ease, smiling and with the radiance of hope and love, making their faces glow from the sheer joy of being with each other. It was enough to make emotion finally break out on her face. Her eyes glossed over, a sheen of tears forming before several fell down her face. She made no sound, just let wetness glide down her face. A silent testament of the pain wracking her body.

Her head fell back against the chair, eyes closing and fingers clenching tightly around the now nearly empty glass of whiskey. The lights of the city outside, so alive, swam around the room and played upon the dampness of her cheeks. She noticed none of it, so lost in her memories that she could not focus on anything but the fuzzy picture of what seemed so long ago. With a delicate sigh she slipped into the memory that often haunted her thoughts

~*~*~*~

A boyish grin played upon his face, his small lips pulled back to reveal slightly crooked teeth that only seemed to endear her even more. His dark eyes were lit up from within, though there was a slight shadow of worry.

“Go, reach for what they’re offering. We’re strong, we can handle this. Nothing can make me stop loving you. When you get back we’ll stay locked in our room for days and reminisce about how much we were reminded of why we’re together.”

His fingers slipped under her chin, lifting her face up so that their eyes met steadily. Her gaze was filled with concern, his now with encouragement.

“You’ll spend too much time on wondering ‘what if?’ if you don’t take this chance now. It won’t come by again, but I’ll be here waiting for you. I’ll always wait for you. So you go and I’ll stay here, watering your cactus, even though we both know it’s probably already dead.”

They both grinned at that, the jibe making her feel warm inside rather than irritated. Immediately her arms encircled him, pulling his body against hers and nuzzling her face into his neck.
“I’ll miss you every day,” she whispered against his skin, rough against her own from his stubble.

“I miss you already,” he responded before planting a soft kiss upon her head.

~*~*~*~

Her eyes snapped open, fresh tears already falling down her face. It had been more than three weeks since he had stopped picking up the phone when she called. Three weeks since he had bothered to call her. Only once had he answered, and only to say in a breathless voice that he was late for work and would call her later. The promised communication would never end up coming. There was no proof that he was avoiding her, but she could not help but feel a sense of foreboding, as though they were in the same room and he was frowning but would not look at her or speak of what was on his mind. A tightening of her chest followed the thought and she quickly downed the remaining contents of her glass. She stood on slightly unsteady legs to fill the glass again, hoping it would be enough to get her a dreamless night, a slight reprieve from the nightmare of being awake.

Two weeks later…

The roar of the plane was almost enough to drown out her thoughts. For once she was thankful about being in the back of the plane, whereas the others around her were beginning to look irritated with being trapped in such an uncomfortable spot for such an extended period of time. Yet despite the ever present noise assaulting her ears, she could not stop the flitters of fear throughout her mind. The fist gripping her heart became more and more vengeful as the flight had gone on as it tightened more, more, more… until she could scarcely draw in a breath. She was excited, scared, nervous and hopeful all wrapped in one jittery bundle trapped in a small seat. It was a wonder she hadn’t been up pacing the tiny aisles since the Seat Belt sign had gone dim.

But now it was almost all over. They were preparing to land and within the next two hours she would be home again. Reunited with Jeremy, they could put the distance of the past several months behind them and have things as they once were. In time she would forget what it felt like to need alcohol just to catch some rest, what it was like to have every waking thought invaded by what may be happening that she could do nothing about. With the relief would return the hope she had felt before she had left.

And it was these thoughts that sustained her as she impatiently sat as the plane landed, pulled up and released them from their confinement.

Her movements became mechanical, carrying her through the airport on autopilot as her brain became a whirlwind of thoughts. She set up the delivery of her bags, since they were on a different flight, hailed a cab and slipped tiredly into the backseat. As the distance between herself and home lessened the tightness in her chest returned. She forced her breathing to slow, reining it back into soft little gasps in order to stop the sudden desire to hyperventilate. The dark sense of foreboding was creeping into her body, darkening the sunlight around her and painting her world in toneless shades of gray.

But she was being silly, wasn’t she? Finally home… finally home… why couldn’t she shake the sense of unease threatening to overwhelm all sensibilities?

The taxi suddenly stopped, she found herself looking out the car window and at the place she wanted to both run to and away from. It looked as non-threatening as ever with the gray brick and black shutters, but there was something off that she couldn’t pinpoint. It only seemed to suit the general confused state Lillith appeared to be trapped in.

With one final glance around in an attempt to find the source of her discontent, she climbed from the taxi, paid and took the only suitcase she had from the seat and walked slowly up the driveway. She paused at the door, staring at the knocker, key tugged from her purse and poised in the air. It took one last fortifying breath before she was able to quietly insert the key, turn it and open the door.

He was inside, bent over and scribbling. Immediately tension filled the room, his body jerked once then stiffened until he was completely immobile. As for her, she had frozen in place long before he had. Black surrounded the outside of her sight until only tunnel vision was left and focused entirely on him. The box he was scribbling on was large, taped shut and now bore his handwriting. Words that summed up all the dread she had felt, all the fears she had tried to swallow and every tear she had shed while gone.

Computer room.

A moving box. Several blinks finally cleared her sight and she fretfully looked around the room to discover many more stacked one on top of the other around the hallway. Her hand gripping the key tightened. She felt the pain, welcomed it, allowed the soothing blanket of the physical torment to override the mental as she drank in all that surrounded her. Movement caught her eye and she looked back to him as he straightened, the click of the cap being pressed back onto the marker echoing in the silence. She wanted to believe he caught her eye, but her forehead burned from the intensity of his gaze upon it.

Lillith also wanted sharp words to come, but none would. Nor would anything that could help save herself from the inevitable. Leaving, her worst fears realized. All those weeks of nothing, of laying awake at night and hoping he was okay, that nothing had happened. Every minute that she had stared at the phone and willed it to ring. Every idea that had nibbled its way into her mind that she had tried to quell now stared her blaringly in the face.

The pain in her hand sharpened even more. She felt a slight wetness on her palm but didn’t bother to look downward.

“I had hoped to be gone before you got here,” he said. His attempt at soothing only sharpening the agony burning within her heart. “I thought it would be easier that way.”

She slipped her tongue between her lips, trying to part what felt like a glued mouth so that she could speak.

“Why?” Was all she managed to croak out. Her throat was constricting, her eyes becoming more and more useless as tears threatened. But with dignity being all she had to stop her from running to him, she held on to that little shred of pride and stood still.

“I realized…” he began, pausing slightly before a resolute expression settled upon his face “I realized while you were gone that maybe we had rushed things. I had a lot of time to do some thinking and maybe things weren’t as stable as we wanted to believe.”

A moment passed before her brows furrowed in confusion. What had brought this on? Another woman? Was an attraction to someone else what was creating this turmoil?

“No one else,” he replied as though her mind was as open to him as his was closed to hers. Even worse was the sensation of wanting to kiss the worried, uncomfortable wrinkles from his forehead. Stroke her fingers through his tousled hair and plead with him to stop the charade. How easily her mind and body could betray her when she needed strength now.

“I just thought it would be best if I was gone before you came home,” she winced at the word immediately after he spoke it. Home? Impossible, there was no comfort to be had here anymore…

“Maybe it will still work. Maybe it won’t, but I can’t be here anymore when I’m no longer sure. Just give me one more hour and I’ll be gone.”

With a nod she turned away, walking to the kitchen and setting down her purse and the suitcase that was still gripped tightly in her hand. It was only when she went to drop the keys on the counter that she noticed the blood smeared along her hand and now long the polished white of the counter. She stared at it mutely, unaffected by her life’s essence streaked in a sharp contrast against the white.

Mutely she watched as him and a friend loaded the truck that had pulled up minutes after her return. True to his word, within the hour he was gone. Silence reigned once again.

And it was there, staring out the window as the truck turned the corner, that she finally let the enormity of what had just transpired hit her. It began with the shaking of her hands, one still darkened by blood. Next she felt the slight wobble in her knees, her only warning before her entire body lost all rigidity and strength and she slumped to the floor. Her body fell forward until her forehead was touching the ground, her hands flat against the floor near her shoulders and her legs curled up. The discomfort was not felt. All she focused on was the moisture seeping steadily down her face and to the floor, the heavy breaths that turned into sobs that wracked her body, shook it deep from her core. Unlike any other time where her mind had been numb from drink and she had still felt the tiniest hope, now her tears were followed by cries wrenched from deep within. Agonized sounds that she would have been surprised came from her if anything but her pain was noticed.

It was in that spot that she remained until long after her limbs had fallen asleep and the sky had turned into a glittering heaven of navy blue. Only then did she slowly climb to her feet. Skin crawled and needles stabbed at suddenly having circulation returned. By some feat she managed to stay upright and unsteadily make her way to the couch. Without care she fell upon it and let exhaustion take her away from life, from consciousness, from him…

~*~*~*~*~

A few more weeks went on in the unfailing way that time does. She hardly noticed it’s passing, so consumed in herself that she could hardly function. It was only by the third week that she managed to come out of herself enough to realize how much deterioration was occurring around her. The mirror suddenly beckoned to her, calling to her notice the bedraggled hair, darkness around her eyes and the way her clothes fit just that little bit more loosely.

It was also then that the blinking of the answering machine finally caught her attention enough to be played. And so with a swift stab of her finger to the button she let life back in via calls from concerned family, friends. None from him, not yet. Somehow she let herself wonder what she may actually do should he call. Could it be that easy to work it out? Was her love truly that strong? Was he right to question their path together?

“.. Come on, sweetie. Answer me. Come with me to Fritz’s. You know you’re craving some of that sweet, sweet pop.”

Her eyes flicked to the answering machine, immediately recognizing Emiline’s voice. With a sudden burst of determination she picked up the phone and called, managing by some twist of fate to catch her friend and make the plans she so desperately needed. An hour later she was tugging her sneakers on and heading out the door to one of her favourite restaurants that made pop in front of you. It reminded her of childhood, of days where the worst pain to be felt was a rejection of a plea for a treat. As she came up to the blue sided building her friend waved excitedly from the doorway and they embraced. She held Emiline tightly, showing her friend the vulnerability she still didn’t want to speak of out loud, before giving herself into the strength that only her friend could provide. It was time to piece herself back together.

And just as she had hoped, bits of herself came back as they talked. She found her lips curving into a wide grin often and the appetite that had been so suppressed before now ached for sustenance. They ate everything they desired, daring their bodies to further capacity before finally leaning back.

“Will you try again?” Her friend asked, hope in her eyes, compassion written all over her features. “There’s so much out there, so many people. Nothing is ever the end of the world, we’ve always said that. And look, someone is already making eyes at you.”

Lillith looked over, spotting the man who had just entered the room and was sneaking a glance at her. Another soft smile twisted her lips, but she noticed that immediately her mind went to compare him to Jeremy. From the tilt of his lips to how strong his hands looked. With a quick shake of her head she looked back to Emiline.

“Not yet,” she replied, though her chest no longer felt heavy and her future not so bleak. “Not until I can know for sure that we’re over. I still love him, but I want to be sure we’re both ready to commit the way we need to before I can consider a relationship with him again. And if the time comes that we decide we’re not right for one another anymore, I want to be able to look at another man and not see him. It’s not fair to either of us. Right now isn’t the time. But someday I will. I’ll find my paradise again.”

With one final grin she let the truth of her statement give her the hope that had seemed an impossibility just a few hours ago.

Icons for Land of Dreamers Contest

2009-02-01T10:39:13Z

Marcus Foster:

Bobby Long:

Sam Bradley:

Goodbye.

2008-12-18T16:19:10Z

My grandmother has succumbed to her Alzheimer's and passed away. I just found out at work this morning, but I have to trudge through the day so that I can use my days off to make it to Canada for the wake and the funeral.

I feel so horrible for my mother, who doesn't even know yet. Terrible for my grandfather, who used to walk the entire way from his house to the nursing home to visit her even when she was too far gone to even form words or know he was there.

I'll miss her so much, remembering the way she was when I was little and hating the way her body failed her.

I'll always remember her as the perfect grandmother and hope now her pain is gone and she is whole again.

RIP Mary (Connolly) Kennedy.

There. A chapter closed.

2008-07-04T20:22:54Z

Being tired of waiting for her to get the balls to just get it over with, I commented, waiting to see if she would respond.

Three days later, I removed Sarah from my friend's lists and phone.

If you can't get up the nerve to even tell me how you feel, don't you dare get high and mighty on me for not taking your advice on guys.

I should have known. I spent how many nights hearing you complain about some minuscule thing someone did that pissed you off to ridiculous levels, I should have known you'd get mad at me for some stupid thing and drop me like trash just like you did two years ago.

Stupid me for thinking you actually considered me a friend and not a way to waste a few hours before you found something more interesting to do.

It's no wonder you never have friends from more than a few years ago.

Uh.. wow.

2008-06-25T04:27:36Z

It's not necessarily that I feel old, but that I'm just... wow.

I remember going through IMDB and the castlists had people who were older than me.

Now one movie in particular I'm looking at, I keep clicking and the people are all younger than me. One of the older ones is 7 days older than me.

Ack. When did I grow up? lol.

Okay, seriously going to bed now. Time escapes me.

lying_solitude @ 2008-06-22T16:07:00

2008-06-22T21:14:57Z

I find myself rather bored today. Have spent the past several days, when not at work, at home. I cleaned my room yesterday, which will soon be earning me a tv stand, a big tv and cable in my room. No more exhaustingly annoying episodes of King of Queens and Everybody Loves Raymond. Real movies in my room again. I can't wait. Super excited.

This comes from my dad moving back. He has a section of his company in Indiana now, so he's moving there. But I think for now he's at home, so I get all of his electronics and stuff until he needs them again.

Anyways, the day is half gone and I'm bored of reading, bored of watching tv, but have nothing to do. Gargh.

I guess I've lost a friend again. It seems I'll always fail in being perky. At least I'm pretty good at faking it at work.

There'll only be two typists, myself included, this week. So hopefully I can prove myself there. Three more people were let go, so I have to show my worth.

Back to the tv.

Niagara Falls, part one.

2008-06-16T04:07:19Z

I got the majority of the Niagara Falls pictures(that I want to share) fixed, but I am going to spare people one section of the pictures if they don't want to see them.

Contained under this cut are most of the pictures from our two day stay at Niagara. The Criminal Wax Museum will be under it's own cut, as I know there are some who would be horrified at it. So you can view it or not with no hard feelings.

Enjoy!

A weird hotel across the street from the one we stayed at. Just looking at it had me imagining a hurricane and that thing going toppling!

me in Robert Wadlow's chair at the Guiness World Record Museum. He is actually from a town a very short distance from where I live. So it's always neat to see his international popularity.

My dad next to a reproduction of a scene based on an actual photo taken of Robert Wadlow.

Niagara Falls at night. This is the Canadian falls.

Canadian Falls

American Falls

American

Both!

American

American

The Skylon Tower that has a rotating dining room. The room above it is where my parents took me for my birthday dinner.

A shot of the city

Day two: my birthday!

Movieland wax museum!

my father always reminded me of Tom Hanks a little bit. Their mouths move the exact same way when they talk, and I grew up on Tom Hanks movies. So to have a picture of them side by side amused me, especially since my father LOVED that movie.

This thing was actually moving. It's neck ruffled up and it hissed and snapped at me. Heh heh

They also had a Harry Potter wax figure, but it was kinda crappy and I look like a doofus in the shots. Sorry! :-p

Here's Freddy!

This one was mostly taken for my sister. We love ourselves some Tales from the Crypt

I could not resist this. It is actually a huge thing sitting on top of the Burger King!

Shots of the Falls from the top of the Skylon Tower. It was amazing up there! Amazing and windy as hell.

That's enough for tonight. I'm tired and if I have to resize any more pictures I may toss the keyboard across the room. =)

Coming up whenever I find the motivating again... The Criminal Wax Museum, Doon's Heritage Village, pictures of things from my childhood and lastly, some shots from the zoo last Sunday! I got some incredible pictures, so stay tuned. ;-)

A few trip pictures.

2008-06-16T02:46:27Z

So I borrowed seasong 6 of Buffy from my guy friend Jason (who is thoroughly obsessed with the show, I must say) because I had never actually gotten to see the musical episode. Shock, I know, but I had fallen out of Buffy due to being highly disinterested in some of the changes made.

Anyways, I started watching some episodes after and found that even though I wanted to know what happened, the show isn't enough to keep me entertained. So, I finally got the motivation to fix my Canada trip pictures!

Here is the first set, the smallest set. These took place in Owen's Sound and Wasaga Beach.

Here's a preview of Owen's Sound:

The rest behind the cut:

Owen's Sound pictures. These were taken at the house my Uncle Peter and Aunt Rae are staying at while he finishes building some very gorgeous houses.

This is actually their backyard. The view from the kitchen, no less! So jealous.

This is Madison, my Uncle Mark's dog. He has been suffering several illnesses lately that they haven't managed to diagnose. He had just had a tumor removed from his kidney before we visited, so my Uncle Peter took the dog in while he recovered.

I loved the blurry tree effect against the contrast of the clear, vivid pictures of the bay. Mmm!

A cute little convenience store that had the BEST butter tart variety I have ever eaten. With walnuts or raisins, or both! Cherry tarts and other tasty desserts. They were delicious.

Wasaga Beach pictures. These were taken at my Aunt and Uncle's beach cottage that they've had for as long as I can remember. We had had tentative plans to fish, but the weather was too icky for that. The wind would have blown our boat over for sure!

To the left is my Uncle Bob, Michael(cousin), Aunt Dianne, and you can see the back of my other cousin Steven's head. Those two I grew up with along with my Aunt Laura's kids. But I haven't seen Amanda and Kenny in years, only a few pictures of them and Alisha and Zachary to see how they've grown. It's hard to believe it's been at least 8 years since I've seen them...

My grandpa. I found out on the trip that he is a misogynistic male, definitely grew up in the 40's, holy crap. Apparently my grandmother bought a pair of blue jeans ONCE and a "comment" he made to her made her never buy them again. Poor woman.

I was also tired of my background and my lack of icons. I bought a paid account a few weeks ago, but also wanted a new layout. Someone posted a neat little Twilight one, so I snatched that up until something else comes along. It's so much easier to read on than my old one and the background actually fits the size of my widescreen monitor, whereas the old one repeated half on the right side, which was annoying. So I like this one a lot more.

I'll start working on my Niagara Falls pictures next, as they are about 40% of my pictures. The other 40% is the Doon Heritage Village, which I can't wait to show! But since it was one of the last places I visited, I'll try to stay in order. =)

My hair.

2008-06-08T00:12:53Z

So, having gotten sick of hearing how my haircuts were always the same, no matter how dramatic the difference was to myself, I have finally gone and done it.

Check behind the cut for what I've done to my hair this time.

I'm torn between liking it and being scared of it. But I guess we'll see how people at work react to it. Heh. And you know, there are people who keep putting down my red hair too, which is aggravating me. What does it matter how long I've had red hair if I love it? I rarely go out without getting huge compliments on it. Today at the salon I heard the woman next to me and hair stylist talking about how much they loved my hair. I had no idea it was me they were talking about until a third stylist said she loved my hair and then they piped right back up again to start asking me what colour it was, what shade, etc. So frankly, I'm sticking with my red hair. I may love dark browns/blacks on other people but it's just not the colour I want right now. So nyah.

Kayla and her mother also said the haircut made me look older. The pictures make me look more childish though. Hmm.

I keep telling myself to just sit down and sift through my Canada pictures, but it's so intimidating. There's 220 of them just waiting for me to wade through it and resizing 220 pictures just scares me. lol.

I'll try to do it bits at a time.. day by day.

Wiiiiii!

2008-06-02T02:21:39Z

I just have to put it out there.. that I am now the proud owner of Mario Kart for the Wii as well as Wii Fit!

I am having so much fun with both! My Mii bloated up so badly when it did my BMI and stuff, but luckily I am no longer obese! When I did a BMI for myself before I started losing weight I was classified as obese, now I am just overweight. w00t!

I think I can really stick with the Wii fit though. I'm at home with my own privacy and can change up my workout for whatever I'm in the mood for at the time. So excited!

Time to go back to socializing! My dad was using it when I came downstairs and his Mii bloated up even more than mine. But hey, his Wii Age is 37! 14 years less than his actual age. Go dad. :D Mine was 23, so I'm apparently a year older. lol.

Time for myself, sometimes not always so great.

2008-05-31T06:23:05Z

I'm stuck in a contemplative mood. I came home and both my mother and father are in bed. My mom in bed before 1 am shocked me. Now I'm stuck thinking.

To distract myself I went to research the Twilight movie coming out in December.

You know, I know my bitching won't change a thing, but I really, really wonder about the people who cast these movies.

The girl playing Isabella Swan is just.. no. All I can think is her craptastic role in The Messengers and I want to weep.

Edward Cullen is played by the guy who was Cedric Diggory in the Harry Potter movies. Don't mind that so much, though I envisioned Edward differently somehow.

Ah well. I just thought it was funny how I looked at a picture of the vampire "family" before reading the cast list and I successfully named each character just by looking at them. Go me. Hee.

Ugh, I feel trapped inside my own head right now. Six hours ago I was aching for sleep, now I can't force myself to do it just to shut out my own voice. So many decisions I have to make that I don't want to. Not enough strength in myself to put my foot down to it either. I feel like a mess.

Sarah and I saw Sex and the City tonight. The movie was great, the theatre was 100% full. Twice people tried to sit on the stairs next to me(apparently that was the only area anyone tried to sit on the floor, I must have a magic scent or something) and aside from the annoying wench sitting on the other side of the aisle that felt the need to make a noise or comment to every single picture flickering on the screen, I enjoyed the movie immensely. It's been a while since I got to just see an outright girl movie at the theatre. My sister only invites me to movies that involve bloodshed and Sarah and I sadly rarely see movies together. Hm. Must drag her around more often.

Anyways, I laughed so hard at some points in the movie it just felt like such a release. It was grand.

But now, I can't bring myself to read because I feel too lonely for that. I can't think of a movie or tv show that sounds appealing. My wii doesn't even beckon me right now, which is just blasphemy.

Must think of something to do!

I have a ton of pictures from Canada but no desire to resize them. There's 220 photos and I would literally have to resize every single one to make it viewable. I just don't have the drive to do that right now. I'll try to soon, I swear. I may take the memory card to walgreens tomorrow to get some printed off too. I want some of the pictures for a book.

You know, as much as scrapbooking sounds hokey, I think I might try it. I am such a pack rat and I have everything from 10 year old movie tickets, my prom tickets, brochures from past vacations, everything and I should really find something to actually do with them. It feels like a waste keeping them locked in a box.

I should look into this...

OMG OMG OMG!

2008-05-22T15:40:47Z

I have to say this because I am just.. OMG!

I PASSED MICROECONOMICS! I have no idea how, why, whatever... but I did! I had needed like a 95% on both my paper and my final to pass, and I have no idea how it is possible that I managed those, but somehow my grade is a C. I'm like twitching over here. I ram-tackled my mom and my dad for a hug when I found out.

The only negative to this is I had been 95% positive I had failed the class and hadn't signed up for summer school because I had needed four classes(including the one I had assumed I failed) and so I thought it would be stupid to take one class for two semesters and then two classes one semester(due to confusing prerequisite requirements that wouldn't let me take them all at once).

So when I get back home I'll have to rush to see if I can get into any of the classes I need. But from what I remember I couldn't take MS250 because of timing. So I may be able to take accounting, but I'll still only be able to take two classes one semester and one in the spring. So in the end, I may take a summer class, but I'll end up only taking one class per semester because I can't take them together. Stupid SIUE.

Anyways, thanks to those for the birthday wishes! Pokay, the computer I'm on won't let me view your entry, so I'll have to wait until I'm home next week to view it.

Sarah and Shanda, I also cannot get on MySpace on this computer because it won't load the page, so I'll have to check comments later.

Likewise, Sarah I can't listen to your voicemail because we're in Canada and my parents are freaking out about the costs of phone calls. I'll have to check the voicemail once I get back in the States next week.

Jesse.. I can't answer your calls! lol. For the same reason above.. my parents are forbidding phone calls. I'll have to check your message next week as well.

Unfortunately I'm out of time, so anyone else who may have wished, I'll definitely get it next week. Sorry for the delay! It's frustrating knowing I have all this stuff out there but can't see/hear it. Believe me! Every time I see the voicemail symbol on my phone I twitch.

I PASSED MICROECONOMICS! *Still awed*

See you guys soon. Miss you!