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:: Saturday, August 18, 2001 ::

I'm not a really girly-girl. I'm kind of...tomboy-femme? Long, loooong hair, and I like makeup sometimes, but only for the colours, not for it's reputed masking qualities.

That's why I was so happy to get the Sephora catalogue in the post today. Sure, the model on the cover has great skin (and I envy her, in my hour of acne) but she's also got on three different colours of eye makeup, none of them the sedate browns and blacks that people seem to insist are the only things you should wear. Sephora sells some of the best hypo-allergenic makeup around, and for the professional quality of their products they are shockingly -cheap-. Cruelty-free to boot, and you've -gotta- love those colours.
:: Reesa 8/18/2001 02:05:54 PM [+] ::

:: Friday, August 17, 2001 ::
All in all, I'm wishing every day that I'd never upgraded my ICQ. Granted, when the great Crash of '01 hit me, I didn't really have a CHOICE, but it still irks me that no matter what settings I change, idiots look me up in the ICQ directory looking for cybersex and I can no longer send files to older versions of ICQ. I don't remember setting that preference.
:: Reesa 8/17/2001 03:05:05 PM [+] ::
Things heat up at Avalon! Schweeeeeet! *snicker* I'm so hopelessly addicted to this comic that it isn't even funny.
:: Reesa 8/17/2001 12:32:53 PM [+] ::
Not much bloggitty going on yesterday- I was working on a dress sketch or two for Guppy (And you know, looking at it now...I apologize for the massive breasts, Gup! *snickers* Told you I couldn't draw.) and writing comic scripts. We shall see. Hmmph. Now...the aforementioned problem come to bite me in the ass here.

How do you do a comic if you can't draw? Hee...whoops...

:: Reesa 8/17/2001 11:57:08 AM [+] ::

Yaaaay! Undine is back! And posting a couple articles of great interest to me, since I recently got back on my YA novel kick.
:: Reesa 8/17/2001 11:54:57 AM [+] ::
:: Thursday, August 16, 2001 ::
I've wondered to myself before- "Does Brooke Shields really need to peer in at me through a high rise building window?"

The answer my friends, is indubitably NO.
:: Reesa 8/16/2001 01:16:28 AM [+] ::

:: Wednesday, August 15, 2001 ::
3 Finger Salute

Damn you Canadians and your...your...FUNNY!


You realize that if I like just ONE more Canadian band, show, movie, comic or author, they really will have to take me?
:: Reesa 8/15/2001 01:22:07 PM [+] ::

I was awoken this morning by the dulcet tones of my new cordless phone. (All told, it cost me $5, so I figured I could go for it.) As it finally penetrated my brain that yes, that was -my- phone ringing, I flung back the covers and hobbled into the living room, where the ringing promptly stopped and began to fill my voicemail.

Some minutes later, after conferring with Mari and checking my messages, something became clear-

All non-teaching positions within the Fairfax County Public School system close -today-. This means that I have my first interview tomorrow at 10 in the morning, and hopefully many more to follow. I applied for just about everything they had, so... It also means that in the course of a day, I should get callbacks from about 15 schools.

In the words of Benton Fraser-

Oh dear.
:: Reesa 8/15/2001 10:18:36 AM [+] ::

Now, nobody panic here, but I think I might turn my computer -off- and go to bed.

I'm frightened too.
:: Reesa 8/15/2001 03:21:19 AM [+] ::

Oh dear, sweet gods.

I've done it. I've opened The Trunk.

I've had this thing for years- bought it for my 13th birthday, along with my copy of "Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner". It was the first place I kept all my stuff, my herbs and books and rocks and feathers. The key stayed in my pocket constantly, because my sister was a huge hairy snoop.

After that, when the books and everything else were actually out on the shelves in my room, it became my first garb chest. It held my very first t-tunic made of unbleached muslin and a blue braided trim at the neckline, and after that my blue plaid dress, and eventually I had so much garb that we graduated to a huge freestanding wardrobe.

Now it's the Art Box. Anything I think might use for a project one day wound up in there, and I haven't opened it but once since I moved into the cottage.

It's open now. Damn there's a lot of shit in here! I'm sorting it into boxes to put on my little white craft cart. In the living room. Out in the open.

I don't know what the hell will wind up in the trunk next. Maybe I'll start collecting sex toys.
:: Reesa 8/15/2001 12:49:40 AM [+] ::

:: Tuesday, August 14, 2001 ::
It's official. I'm studiously avoiding my hall closet.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 11:14:50 PM [+] ::
It has never been explained to my satisfaction as to WHY David Usher was in the video for "Building a Mystery". It's still one of my favourite videos, but everytime I see it there's a second where I go "Wait a minute..."

:: Reesa 8/14/2001 03:19:36 PM [+] ::
Seriously cool.

The Canadian version of the "Creature" CD has a different face on the CD itself, and a better lyrics booklet.

Sometimes, briefly, I still regret not getting to move to Ottawa.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 03:13:58 PM [+] ::

The -real- Gundam Wing theme song is so damn addictive. Augh. Not the TV-size version, btw. And NOTnotNOT that horrible, bastardized, Muzak thing they play at the end of the episodes on Cartoon Network.

Course, this comes from the girl who used to play the opening to EVA to wake herself up in the morning.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 02:50:11 PM [+] ::

I have here in my hands, an Imation MC3000XL tape for a tape backup system.

Anyone want it? It's totally unopened, and it's still got the sticker on it. Apparently, I paid $24.90 for it. Um...if anyone wants it, let me know. I don't have a tape system anymore!
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 02:43:59 PM [+] ::

I don't remember downloading half of this stuff.

POME? I've never even heard of them.

Kansas? Dust In the Wind? Augh! *grin* Maybe I got it from a Highlander page. I cry and think of Tessa dying everytime I hear this.

Well, that, and my sister having a cat named Tessa.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 02:09:43 PM [+] ::


What a -wonderful- word!
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 01:54:30 PM [+] ::

Some days, when it's sunny and I've just talked to my best friend and the music is really LOUD and GOOD and you're in love and you have friends...well...life is easy to love.

Hmmm...off the top of my head, 5 things I'm happy about that I didn't have, know or do last year.

1. I'm happy I'm Stanley's electronics shopping buddy. It's cool. Then again, Stanley himself is pretty cool. Just don't tell him I said that.

2. I have a pet with personality. Hee. He's a toe-chomper, my Tamsin. But it's nice to come home to someone that's -always- happy to see me, even if he's only happy until I let him out of his cage and he can remind me of how mean it is to leave him alone all day.

3. Comfort in my surroundings. I can walk into a mall or a restaraunt and not feel like all eyes swivel to me and think "Ooo...lookit the fat chick." Thank you, Pat. Apparently therapy was good for something.

4. The beginnings of balance. It doesn't always have to be one extreme or the other. I feel like I'm floating- and that's a good thing.

5. My loved ones are healthy and safe. And that...that's best of all.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 01:27:12 PM [+] ::

Right. And from there to Vast's "Touched" and Filter's "Hey Man, Nice Shot".

Good gods.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 01:03:07 PM [+] ::

So, on a whim, I set WinAmp to play my MP3 directory. It's an odd thing, to go from Basement Jaxx's Bingo Bango to the Arrogant Worms "Gaelic Song".

Heh. Never let it be said I'm not eclectic.

And I still think it sounds like they're peeing at the end.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 01:01:41 PM [+] ::

"So, Hillary entertained my buried sense-associations and we ate at Pagoda and i choked back some tears. It was raining, anyhow."


I want to be able to write like this.

I need to go buy Nick Hornby's new book.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 12:31:06 PM [+] ::

Talking to old friends is GOOD.

You come up with things like "My girlfriend's husband kissed a guy, and here's the photo to prove it!"

The t-shirts will be forthcoming.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 11:49:46 AM [+] ::

I will be home for winter holiday. Not -my- winter holiday, but close enough. Dec. 22-29, I will be back in Arizona. If anyone nearby is interested in meeting up, let me know. You've got 4 months, so we should be able to set -something- up. Also, there is possibility of a Disney/Knott's Berry Farm trip to LA, so there's that, too.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 10:50:09 AM [+] ::
After a close examination of Hollywood Squares, I can say this with relative assurance that I'm right.

Dyan Cannon is drunk. Or high. Or perhaps drunkenly high.

Or maybe just really, -really- exceptionally stupid.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 10:31:06 AM [+] ::

By the way Tom, no, I'm not getting much of what you send...that is, if you've sent anything except that message in the past week or so.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 12:46:26 AM [+] ::
I need a cordless phone with a beltclip and a headphone/mic set. I hate having to sit in one place and have one hand occupied while I'm talking. I got -way- too addicted to my headset when I worked tech support.
:: Reesa 8/14/2001 12:13:34 AM [+] ::
:: Monday, August 13, 2001 ::
Bought Fiona's The Golden Sword tonight, and I'm looking forward to reading it when I don't have a migraine. For one thing, learning twenty new characters and names within the first chapter is a bit daunting for me right now!

And yes, I admit it...I'll be scanning for a few things.

1) Puberty- including acne, because we discussed how teenage characters -never- have acne in books.
2) My name...hee...I can't help it. That would tickle me to death. Lori's name would be cool too.
3) Mention of cramps. Because dammit, girls in books get their period once, and then magically, it never troubles them again. Again, something we discussed.

And even if I don't find any of them, I'll still have a good book to read.

Go. Buy!
:: Reesa 8/13/2001 11:38:17 PM [+] ::

I just want to buy things for everyone. I know it's not expected or needed, but I like buying presents for people, and everyone has just made me remember that I have awesome friends lately. So maybe not buy. Hmmm...maybe make.

Though nothing will ever top Gwen's faery. She's hanging over my desk, watching over me right now.
:: Reesa 8/13/2001 11:16:17 PM [+] ::

X rocks. She truly is the only person I've ever known (however tenuous a relationship that might be) who could get away with calling herself, well...X. *grin*

She sent me Creature and Tea Party's "Heaven Coming Down" single!

Definately. I'm having a party and anyone who sent me a CD is invited. Come down, stay in the cottage and see DC. Anytime y'want, any of you.

I feel all warm and bubbly inside.

Heehee...I'll have to find something not-so-heavy as your first housewarming present as a thank you.

Paint samples?
:: Reesa 8/13/2001 09:41:33 PM [+] ::

Went and talked to the principal. Position closes Wed. She did say very clearly, several times, that she'd call me back for an interview after that, and ask me for a writing sample. After that, it goes to a panel of her, a teacher and the school counselor.

I want this job. I don't want to talk about it too much because I'm tiredtiredtired of building myself up only to remain unemployed.
:: Reesa 8/13/2001 02:52:16 PM [+] ::

:: Sunday, August 12, 2001 ::
Wish me luck. You don't have to know why, just cross all available parts please.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 04:48:27 PM [+] ::
A question:

If it's a stainless steel sink, why are there rust rings on it?
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 03:18:43 PM [+] ::

Also, it is nearly 3 in the afternoon, and while I AM dressed enough to walk to my car out by the curb and back, I am not showered and have not finished the laundry I started two days ago. Whoopsee.

I am also NOT in clothing I would consider fit for public consumption. It's the whole fat-chick-spandex pledge again. Oi.

Now, in happy news, I'm listening to Age of Electric's "Make a Pest a Pet", after only looking for it for 4 years. Whoo! HMV is the website of the gods, and this CD cost me all of $6 US.

I also ordered Matthew Good Band- "Loser Anthems: B-sides and Rareties", Travis- "Invisible Band", and David Usher's "Morning Orbit". I am a happy little music freak.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 02:56:48 PM [+] ::

Just in case anyone has had this burning wonder, let me define.

An-sceal means "The story" in Gaelic.

If my translation skills held up at all, Beothail means "Continues", also in Gaelic. So you've got the story continues. There y'go.

See touch feel or whatever else I think to put up there is generally a song lyric of some sort, in this case, Moist.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 02:37:05 PM [+] ::

I was really thinking about going to the hospital but I don't want to create family tension. Of those who think they know, very few are okay with the situation as it stands. Yet another of those odd happenings when you're the spare spouse-like-thing.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 01:09:11 PM [+] ::
Wa. Lost post. Bad Blogger.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 12:44:23 PM [+] ::
I just love music. There's so much in it. Voice and guitar and piano and whatever other instrument the person uses, and even if it's -bad- there's still the notes, the pure, clean, beautiful notes.

I want to make music. This year, before my 23rd birthday, I will actually learn to play my guitar. I will.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 02:02:03 AM [+] ::

Also, I have the newest David Usher album, and it is of the good.

So sollemn. And so, so lovely in tone. David Usher would write the music to my life, if I had to choose a composer. And he would sing it in that same sweet whisper that makes me crinkle at the edges everytime I hear it. So, so pretty, and so seductively evil and shivery.

Go. Buy.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 01:28:55 AM [+] ::

Tom? You know how things happen to us in threes? I'd like to put in a bid to cancel that third for this round.

So. Middle of July-ish, my car gets broken into and my CD;s get ripped off. I'm sure you're all familiar with the whining and grousing, so I'll spare you.

Thursday? Something like that. Someone breaks into the home of my mother and sister in Arizona, steals my sister's laptop (The only computer they have, mind you), a 150 year old bible, a bunch of my Mom's jewelry (oddly, they leave a lot of the expensive stuff and take things that my grandmother gave her, and things she wears a lot...) and nothing else. Not the TV, not the VCR's. Not the thousands of dollars worth of videos, or my sister's CD collection.

My sister has 3 dogs. None of them is particularly mean, but they don't like strangers. Lo! My sister's friend says to her "Hey, I saw Hoku out on the street this afternoon! I knew for sure it was her because she came when I called her, but then she ran off again before I could catch her." Note also that Hoku is a very distinctive looking dog.

Note that Hoku was back inside the house when they got home that night- meaning that whomeever got in, came in through a locked door, and let the dog back in before they left.

Meaning...they had a key. Meaning, the dogs -knew- them. Meaning that they took things that they knew were of great personal value, while ignoring things of a much higher -saleable- value.

Meaning, my sister's ex-boyfriend is a punk-ass little bitch who should be hung by his withered little sack in the village square. Sadly, his scrotum is far too small, and Mesa doesn't have a village square anymore. This would also be the ex who apparently hit her several times and pressured her into having sex. Sweet guy. (Also please note that sexual relations with a 14 year old aside, if I -ever- run into this boy again while I'm in Arizona, it will be a literal moment. I will fucking mow him flat with whatever automobile I happen to be in at the time. -Nobody- hits my sister.)

So yeah. I'd like to say that this equal three really rotten things dealing with theft. My stuff is gone, my sister's stuff is gone, and my Mom's stuff is gone. That's it. All pau. No more.
:: Reesa 8/12/2001 01:07:46 AM [+] ::

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