synnoveaevael: (Kate Winslet - I hate this place)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears

Day 27 – Your favorite placeThe Rest )

I would have easily said Pennsic at one point, but this year was rather sort of rough. I hope to hell next year is different or I'm going to find a new line of vacation.

Aside from that, I don't know if I have a favorite physical place.

Let's see.

There's Q's.



Portugal was kind of amazing.



The rose cooler. This won't make sense to a lot of you. But hey. Whatevs.



My Apartment in Parsippany.





New York City, my favorite city on the planet.



Grand Cayman



Cozumel was pretty damned amazing. All those pix are on my other hard drive though.

*sigh*

Pretty much, where my friends are, I suppose. The scenery is just a bonus.

I am partial to Frederick now.

Firsts...

Oct. 20th, 2010 10:31 pm
synnoveaevael: (Black cherry)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry

Day 25 – A firstThe Rest )

Ooh. A first.

Man. Let's think. *rubs face* I'm having a hard time thinking of something PG. But I'm determined to keep all of these unlocked. Hahah.

OH OH OH!

So. The first time I went to Q's. OMG. I walked in and it was like. I was home.

Now, I know I say Pennsic is home. And it sort of is. But QXTs is first on that list. Always.

My memories of that place, my firsts there, my laughter, my tears, dancing and friends. Relationships!

Man. There's nothing like finding that place you truly belong. And I really do belong amongst my tattooed, pierced, loud music loving, too much dark make up wearing, fell out of a funeral people.

I love them. I love their silly drama. I love their acceptance. I love it.

October 1999. Around Halloween. I'd just turned 20. Christine dragged me. Newark? I'm not going THERE. That place is the ghetto! *laughs*

The first time I walked in there. And I started to dance.

Man. I danced. I'd NEVER danced before... I was always so self conscious. I was too fat, too pale, too uncoordinated, etc.

But. In the fog machines, the swirling lights, the heavy beat of the amps. I was a goddamned goddess. I knew the words to THESE songs. This wasn't like when I was dragged to clubs with my other friends. They played the Cure and the Smiths and Billy Idol and OMG, what artist is that? What song is that? OMFG, I love this song, I NEED IT NOW!!! *kaboom* I was never the same.

And every time I walked in there, I felt more like a goddess. And every time I walked out of those doors, I carried a bit more of that attitude.

It changed my life. It seems trite to say, that a dance club changed my life, but I was very unsure of my place in the world before I found it. Going in there ripped off a skin I didn't even realize I was sporting. Something that wasn't quite myself.

I found myself, by walking through those doors.

Big thanks to Juan and Maria, for dealing with us crazy goth kids, when we're loud, when we're obnoxious, when we bitched that prices went up. Cause without them, I don't know what I would have been. I really honestly have no idea.

ETA Pix of Q's throughout the years :)

Keri & I



Kim, Keri & I



Eric & I



Nomming on Bill with Z :)



Me 'n Z



Always sober.



Me & Savy!



Samm & I



Z & I, dancing and sweating.



Jo & I :D



Skwrl & I!!



Jayme & I :)



Oh god my 21st birthday with Steph :)



Kellie & I :)



Jayme took this of me, I think I was 21? She said I didn't have enough pix online. BUSHY DAMNED EYEBROWS :)



Jayme & I dancing, to Hellraiser. *lol*



Oh man, like, poster children.



Okay, that's enough for now. Especially I have no intention of cutting it. Heh.
synnoveaevael: (Tear)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better

Day 24 – Something that makes you cryThe Rest )

I cry ALL THE TIME.

It's one of those fucking things, man. I hate it. I was just watching "Sister Wives" and I cried when the other sister wives gave the newest one a clauddagh ring to symbolize (symbology, haha) their acceptance of her.

I CRY ALL THE TIME.

(Coincidentally, I'm listening to Nettie by Type O Negative, where they sing about wiping the tear drops from her eyes.)

Anyrate.


Bad tears!
Being disappointed; disappointing someone; not being able to defend myself; when children die; when pets die; when people lose someone important to them; when I lose someone important to me; when I am angry; when I am sad; when I feel out of control; when I need release; sometimes when I get hurt. My empathy is strong. I will usually cry for someone else, before myself.

Good tears!
Weddings; births; during sex; when I laugh too hard; when I'm excitedly nervous; when someone really touches my heart;

Hmm. Yeah. I'm sure there are more. But whatevz.

Sadness.

Oct. 8th, 2010 02:18 am
synnoveaevael: (Tear)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment

Day 22 – Something that upsets youThe Rest )

Something that upsets me. I get upset about a lot of things.

Lately, it's when I look at my bank account.

Or when I think about my bankability.

Such is life.

There are about a million things that upset me. I could go globally or locally or personally.

But I'm not going to.

So tired...

Oct. 6th, 2010 12:32 am
synnoveaevael: (Joey - Yawn)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month

Day 21 – Another momentThe Rest )

What is it with you and the moment thing?? I see there's another on the list.

Life is a series of moments. It's what makes life, life.

Wanna talk moments? I had one around 9:30 this morning. Andrew was cold at some point and his sinuses were bothering him. He has a delicate constitution. It was about 68 in here last night, and even with three blankets on, he was still cold. So he turned on the heat. Which, had been reset at some point for it to be 70 degrees.

Now.

Our house is old. Well, most of it is. The thermostat is outside our bathroom. Which is also outside our walk through closet. Which leads to our bedroom, which is 3 steps up and has vaulted ceilings.

With vents right over the bed.

At 9:30 this lovely morning, I woke up feeling like I couldn't breathe. Like, everything I ever had that was moist in my body was now the Sahara. Except, I was soaked in sweat.

The little temperature gauge I have by the bed (it's really for Pennsic, but it lives there during the year) said 78 degrees. Which it may have very well been. If not hotter. It was about 5 degrees hotter if I raised my arms up.

I couldn't hang, so I went into the guest bedroom. Such lovely coolness. AAAH. Shit. It is bright. *finds sleep mask* AAAH. Darkness.

But of course. There was construction right outside that window. They were building a fence for our neighbors. Isn't that lovely. *bangSAWWWWWWbangSAWWWWbangWEEDWAAACK* Then the cat needed to lay on me. Which required the kittie dance of doom. Then Savannah texted me. Then Andrew brought me my phone. Then he petted the cat and shook the bed for a bit. Then Steve & Erica woke up and started making breakfast and doing the dishes. Then Danni texted me. The Gabe texted me.

I was like, fuck it. Four and a half hours of sleep was all I was meant to get today.

Yes, I went to bed around 5am or so. I don't know what time my body woke up, cause I was sure as shit having some FUCKED UP DREAMS about dying and whatnot. Prolly from dehydration.

So. It is 12:30am. I am going to sleep now. I am surprised I was not a cranky whore all day long. It's one thing to not get sleep, it's another when you COULD have gotten sleep but everything in the world just really doesn't want you to.

Especially if you told your boyfriend to bring up the humidifier before he even THOUGHT about turning the heat on. We have VERY dry heat in here.

So cranky.
synnoveaevael: (OMG ONOZ)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret

Day 20 – This monthThe Rest )

This month has been filled with downers. Mostly about job type things. I've had a LOT of nibbles and even one good hook, but in the end. Nada. There are a lot of places you go in your head when you feel "unworthy" of something. Dark, bad places.

*shakes head*

Anyways.

Also, I saw Chu & Cara for the first time in FOREVER. We met up at Horrorfind in PA. Also got a picture taken with Adrienne Barbeau. :)

SAVANNAH CAME TO VISIT! I missed her. God we got drunk and silly. :D It was good times. I luffs her.

I noticed my hair was getting long. Hey now!

Andrew & I went to the carnival!! It was tons of fun. :D :D

I got to play with Victoria. She is a great lil' bebe. Also fixed a paint job for Steph & Tim. Good times yo :D

Sara gave me a gift certificate to Lush, so I got to get some new stuff. It was awesome :D

Been writing for Inkwells. Good times there too :) Actually making sure I do the prompts. It helps that it's been mostly horror for October. Heh.

Hmm... Yeah.

Clearly the 30 days meme has filled most of this month. I think that is neat. :)

ETA: Also, I abducted Ammre. She was hanging out with us, and well. I sort of stole her back to Frederick for a few days. :D I'm an influence.

And Danni & I car trip like a mo' fo' together.
synnoveaevael: (Kittie - Pet you)
I've had a few. First and foremost, I'd like to mention... YOU.

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday

Day 19 – Something you regretThe Rest )

I can't think of anything I truly regret.

Everything I've done has pretty much made me who I am today.

I've acted poorly, and I have apologized for it when it was warranted. There is one person I should apologize to, for an incident I'm not even sure she'd recall.

But, if I could find her, I would.

I don't know if I regret that though. Doing what I did to her (basically rejecting her as a friend to better my social standing, which, honestly is laughable because that never works, just ask the movies) made me realize quite a few things about myself, so, I can't say I'd change it.

Sometimes I regret not stabbing a certain someone when I had the chance.

Ah. Oh well.
synnoveaevael: (Lexie Nikki lurve)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory

Day 18 – Your favorite birthdayThe Rest )

Odd that this is #18. My birthday is the 18th.

Maybe when I was like, 7 and my mom rented a pony? That was good times. There's a picture somewhere of me on her, smiling. And she's peeing a bright yellow stream while I'm sitting on top her of her back. Ahh. Life.

That was good. But no.

This is gonna sound bizarre, but of course it would, since it's me. But I think my favorite birthday would be the one right after Lexington died.

I mean. It was actually one of the worst birthdays of my life. I'd gone to Grand Cayman with Tami, a vacation I could BARELY afford, but I was like "this is the perfect opportunity to go somewhere for so cheap! MUST GO!", so I went.

I came back and a few days later, my cat died. My Boo.

Died. And I could do nothing for him.

I still cry about him. He was such an amazing cat.

So.

Here I was. About $600 less of savings than I normally would have had.

Which, incidentally, would have about covered my vet expenses.

So I spent everything I had at the vet. Rent in 3 weeks? HAHA. That wasn't happening. Bills? HAHAA! Nope. Not that either.

But.

My birthday was happening. I was having it at Z's place. Cause having a summer birthday in my wee apartment without central air was just cruel, as I'd found out.

That morning, I woke up vomiting. Stress? Something I ate? Whatever. It sucked. (I know now that it was a gall bladder attack. I seemed to always have a different reason to blame it on something else. Stupid life.) I pulled most of the muscles in my abdomen. It sucked. Danny & Sean showed up to come to my party then drive out to Z's. They offered to take me.

Ya know. Once I was done retching.

We drove there, without incident.

I was incredibly unmade up. No make up, they're lucky I showered. I tried to help make food and Z shunned me to the couch where I curled up in a ball and prayed for a release of some sort.

Eventually, my friends fill her townhouse. Central air is the shit. I love it so hard.

And we do cake and all the silly things you do at birthdays. Took some pictures with all the Harry Potter books at my party. (EVERY FUCKING YEAR I had to deal with some fucking HP shit on my bday, or the day before, or whatever. I thought that was over. BUT NO!!! The second half of the last movie comes out around my bday for next year. CURSE YOU ROWLING!!)

Ya know. The norm.

At some point, Leslie and a few others drag me upstairs to Z's room. I remember walking like a zombie up the stairs cause my gut muscles hurt so bad and every step was like, FIRE. Ugh.

There, they handed me a card.

It was one they'd made, and all those fuckers had signed. It was a picture of Lexie and it said some sweet shit in it, from everyone. I cried like.

Well, I cried so hard it took me about a week to read the damned card. I'd tear up so bad I couldn't read. Hell, I tried to read it when I moved and I cried again.

One day I'll get through it all at once. One day.

But. Inside that wonderful card was money. A LOT of money. Mage & Kathy had given me a huge ass donation earlier that week, but now all my little conspirators had done so as well and well.

It totally paid my rent. And bills. And the rest of the vet bill.

So.

I cried some more.


I love my friends. They are the thing that keeps me going in this life.
synnoveaevael: (Sworn to secrecy)
All alone in the moooonliiiiighhht...

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss

Day 17 – Your favorite memoryThe Rest )

I don't know if I have specifically a favorite memory. My first memories are from when I was a year or so old.

I have so many powerfully strong memories, well, I don't know how to take that either.

A favorite memory I suppose was leaving my grandmother's house one day (my mother's mother) and she would SQUEEZE THE AIR out of us when she'd hug us. She was a big lady and she loved us with all of her. heh :)

Anyrate.

As she was squeezing the air out of me in a bear hug, it felt like someone whispered in my ear "Don't struggle. One day she won't be here to squeeze you. And you'll wish she was."

It was the strangest sensation. I was about 11. Maybe.

It's one of the things I miss the most in life. Just thinking of it makes me cry.

She gave the best hugs. And she had the best laugh. I have her laugh. I am grateful for that.
synnoveaevael: (Kisses)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams

Day 16 – Your first kissThe Rest )

Ugh. My first kiss. Well, the one I count. It was with this guy named Andre, who I actually still know, but don't have on my Facebook. He knocked up my cousin's friend and they're together now. The kid is cute.

Anyrate. Andre. He was my neighbor back when I was 14 or 15? I really don't remember. I think I may have been closer to 15.

I was really awkward looking for quite some time. At the age of 13, I started attracting unwanted attention from men, and I mean MEN. Older men (like, 40+. Why? I don't fucking know. I was also mistaken as a TEACHER at my 8th grade dance that year. What the fuck people? I HAD ACNE AND BRACES. SEE???)


My cousin Trish & I on the way to the dance.

Anyrate. Around 15? I was invisible. Which was fine. I might have been invisible since I started wearing *super* baggie stuff. Cause ya know. Yeah. Yay 1994.

So, there's a bunch of us. I lived in an apartment complex, you see. And I had a BUNCH of neighbors who were my friends and around my age. Andre & his siblings were new to the complex, and we were all hanging out on the picnic tables in the back. Andre had been showing interest to me in front of my mom, and it was obvious my mom was like "THANK GOD, A BOY LIKES MY DAUGHTER." I think she thought I was a lesbian. OH WAIT. I know she thought that.

She was only half right.

However, at the time, I was insecure, and confused, and didn't know if I was even remotely attracted to him. He had a brother who was a year and a half younger (but I wasn't about to do anything about that, cause he was like, 13 or so, and that was just TOO young. And I was insecurity personified. Even though ALL those boys looked a lot older than they were. The youngest won a 8 year old body building competition at 5... yeah. They even have those.)

After playing Manhunt (Most of the kids were a few years younger than me, but they were fucking ninjas. I miss those days.), we were chilling on this picnic table (that can't possibly exist there anymore since they built ANOTHER set of buildings on that land. RIGHT NEXT TO THE CREEK RUN OFF BASIN!! IDGI.) and Andre starts like. Rubbing my leg.

Okay? Maybe his hand is cold.

Now he's like, laying on my lap. What? Maybe he's tired.

Now he's turned and is like, rubbing my BARE back UNDER MY SHIRT at the same time. Apparently his hand *isn't* cold.

What is going on here?

My friend/neighbor, Alex, notices this and is like "Man, I'm outta here." And sure enough everyone else starts to go home.

His brothers lag behind a bit. Kinda waiting for Andre, but realizing that he's not coming along.

Sure enough we're alone, and I'm like "I guess I should be going in soon," and he's all "No, no, not yet."

He pulls me between his legs, he's sitting on the table part of it, and resting his feet on the bench part, and so we're almost like, spooning but standing? I don't even know how to explain it.

He starts like, kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts and rubbing my sides and making all these teenage horny boy noises.

And AALLLL the while I'm like, uhh.

Cause what the hell do I do?

Also? My mother's bedroom window is NOT FAR AT ALL, and if she were to look out? She would TOTALLY see what was going on. Not to mention she was dating KING of all racists at the time (did I mention Andre is black as black gets? *scrolls up* No, I didn't. He's black as black gets. As Jared would say "somewhere between Denzel Washington and Nelly".), so I am FREAKED OUT that Rich would see and do something stupid.

Instead of thinking about the first sexual encounter I'm having with someone my own friggin age, I am thinking about this shit. And how I don't feel comfortable.

I let this go on for a bit. Then I was like "No, really, I have a curfew" (true, but it wasn't for another hour) and he sighs and walks me toward my apartment, but says underneath my bedroom window "Don't I even get a kiss?" and as I went to answer him, VOOMP.

Tongue down throat.

The bastard had brushed his teeth at some point. HE KNEW. I didn't.

We kissed for like, 30 seconds and he got Roamin' hand syndrome again and I pulled away and that was that. I scampered to my apartment.

The next day he acted all awkward and weird around me like the rest of the guys in my world. Like they didn't want to be seen with me cause I was the chubby weird looking girl and "oh no she might be interested" look. It was annoying. I wasn't interested in him at all. HE was the one who made the moves on me.

Looking back, he might have been trying to reject me since I clearly didn't have an interest in him. But even back then, I was trying to be mature and was all "no, everything is cool."

Fucker even got me in THE WORST trouble I ever got into with my mom.

I had some of my neighbors over when my mom told me not to have anyone. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but we were all laughing and having fun. Andre was in my room and listening to a CD and I saw my mom pull up out my window. I GOT EVERYONE OUT IN TIME except Andre (since he has ALWAYS moved slow and stop), the worst one to be coming out of my bedroom (the rest of my neighbors were really young, or just playing on my keyboard. But here is this 6'5" BOY coming out of MY BEDROOM.)

That was a fun "I can't trust you anymore" conversation. UGGHHH.

Yeah.

So. First kiss. Was lame.

Second kiss didn't happen till I was like, 20. I was a super late bloomer.
synnoveaevael: (Kittie - passed out)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today

Day 15 – Your dreamsThe Rest )

My dreams? Like, long term goals? Or like, physically I am sleeping and having dreams?

Confusion. I has it.

1. Goal Dreams: I would like to have a job. A family. I would like them to be healthy. I would like to get in better shape and perhaps learn a language better. Those are some goals.

2. Sleepie Dreams: Lately they've been pretty friggin vivid. I don't know what's in the Kool-Aid recently, but it's crazy. So realistic and I wake up kind of confused.

There. Dreams.

Uhm...

Sep. 24th, 2010 02:07 am
synnoveaevael: (Kelly - Shoes)
Didn't I already do this? All nosy. Whatever.


Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week

Day 14 – What you wore today
The Rest )

For lunch, I wore the same tank top I slept in, which was a cranberry color. Along with my black poofie pants and sandals. Jewelry was just my clear nostril plug and chainmail bracelet. Oh and those toe rings. And my standard ring earrings. I never remember to say those.

Then for my interview, I had a barrette in my hair, my red chandelier earrings, my clear nose plug, silvery gray tank top under my long sleeved black quasi-wrap shirt, three of my rings, my chainmail bracelet and my black palazzo pants with my black wedge shoes.

For Inkwells I just kept the silvery gray tank top, and put on the earlier black poofie pants with my sandals. Woo.

So many outfit changes. lol :)
synnoveaevael: (Reality Bites - Winter of our Discontent)
Heh.

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag

Day 13 – This week
The Rest )

I suppose this is fitting as it is now officially Friday.

Monday: I was in New Jersey. I helped Skwrl take care of her cute little bebe. I took the 11:30pm to 4am shift for Acorn. She was completely perfect. If only she was so happy and sleepy all the time. Heh. :) Then I slept for like, 8 hours. Haha... Irony. No one else slept for 8 hours. But that was nice. Then I eventually helped Ammre & Samber paint the guest room. After a little demo action. Had to pull out the shelves to properly paint them. Andrew is even redoing one of the shelves. It was all cracked and twisted. I left there around 12:30am on...

Tuesday: Got home around 3:15am. Went to sleep and woke up. Futzed around and got ready for my job interview. That was nerve wracking. After that, Andrew and I had a date night! We went to the Frederick Fair. It was awesome. He is a great date. It was fun to act like kids.

Wednesday: Did some job applying and the such online. It feels like after all this time it's just NOW paying off with some sort of interest. After that, Andrew & I drove Jay to TNG Baltimore. Got drunk. Made out with Tex. Talked with some guy named Steve who was very funny and nerdy. Came home and talked with Andrew & Jay. Went to sleep around 4am on...

Thursday: Woke up at 11:40 and went out to lunch with Andrew & Jay. TENDOOO Buffet. Good times. Wasn't feeling very awesome, since I was nervous and the alcohol had fucked with my belly. Came home, showered, straightened my hair, and went on a pretty damned decent job interview at a law firm. I really hope I get it. Came home, wrote my Twilight Zone prompt for Inkwells and then we went to the grocery store. We needed cat litter like oMFg. I have to change it cause...

Friday: I am going up to NY for the last weekend of NYRF. *sniffle* I think this is could be the least I've gone to faire in a season since I was 19 or something. That is tragic. I haven't even made it to MDRF yet. *sigh* But. Staying at Bill & Eric's. Good times.

Currently, I am downloading the last episode of True Blood. I am prolonging the inevitable. In another 13 minutes I can watch it.
synnoveaevael: (Sworn to secrecy)
Than never...

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings

Day 12 – What's in your bagThe Rest )

The Purse.



It's wee. But it holds A LOT. It used to hold more. Then I switched to a different bag (as you can see, I've done something like this before), that was super wee. I went back to this one for job interviews, and got lazy and didn't switch back out.

First pocket.



1. 5 pens, in blue, purple, black, red and green. Along with a dual tipped Sharpie, black.

2. Lipstick. Ya never know.

3. Hair barrette, from Julie.

4. 3 tampons. These are my new favorite tampons. Playtex Sport, for the record.

5. Julie's new business card.

6. A business card for a steampunk vendor I liked at Horrorfind.


Inside pouch.



1. 3 Zyrtecs, the only allergy pill that actually fucking works for me.

2. A small pot of Karma Kream from Lush.

3. A hair stick.


Side pockets of next pouch.



1. Birthday gift cards I forgot about. HUZZAH! Michael's, Bed Bath & Bedamned, and Joann's.

2. Pedialyte stripes. "Grape" flavored. If grape Jolly Ranchers were salty. *gag* But I dehydrate at inopportune times.

3. Hot Topic discount card or whatever it is. I can take this out though, cause I have one on my key chain.

4. A wee notebook I used to do my foodblog in before that went terribly slackery.

5. My great aunt's remembrance card.

6. Cottenelle. I am serious about my ass being clean.


Main pouch. Woo doggie.



1. Keys. Usually these hang off from the strap, but they were inside today.

2. Magic Berries. I thought I didn't have these in my purse at all, but YAY! Steph gave them to me. There are two in there, and I will use them most likely to either drink coffee or a Guinness, since that is the only time that their bitterness is not disgusting to me.

3. Scrunchie. The hair is long.

4. I am stuck on Band-Aids...

5. That wallet thing.

6. "Cold Hard Cash". It's a change purse. Precious! Up in the upper right corner is half the change I dumped out of it. I picked it up and I could have killed a drifter with it. So heavy.

7. Two more hair sticks. One is a lethal weapon. *grins*

8. A little wallet type thing that I put travel tampons in, along with a lip gloss and a few other things. I debated emptying 8 & 9 for their own pictures, but I got lazy.

9. A little pouch that Tia made me. I heart it. It carries a pair of tweezers and a ton of jewelry.

10. Visine-A. Feckin' allergies.

11. A business card for the Frederick Giving Project.

12. My rings. I keep them on a carabiner clip because it is just easier. There are 16 on there.

13. Eye drops, but they're gel. They feel weird at first, but are kind of awesome.

14. Burt's Bees, chapstick and lip gloss (lemon flavor)

15. My nose rings. There are a ton in there. Ya never know. My plugs are in there too, and they're my favorite.

16. A hair tie and another barrette.

17. Band-Aid blister preventer. It's not the best, but it's pretty good for your feetsies.

18. Drive & Learn Italian booklette. It's from the CDs I picked up from Barnes & Noble. They're amusing. Pronto, pronto. Heh.

19. Sunglasses. My salvation.


Another inside pouch.



1. Tissues. I actually got these from someone at Jayme & Michelle's viewing. I kind of lost it walking towards the caskets, and a nice lady handed them to me.

2. Pads. Two of them. Kotex ultra thin longs. My favorites.

3. Cinnamon Whisps. These things are amazing at Pennsic.


Another outside pocket.



1. $4.25 in leftover change from doing laundry at Pennsic. Half of that is Janete's.

2. Luggage key.

3. Extra camera battery. My camera is usually in the main pouch of my purse too.

4. Hair smoother. I just straightened it, and I need to keep up on it. Heh.

5. Ticket stub for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.



TADAAA.
synnoveaevael: (Kittie - Rawr kittie)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today

Day 11 – Your siblings
The Rest )

My siblings. This is tricky.

I have heard tell of a half brother I have who is a couple years older than me. I don't know if this is confirmed.

I was under the impression that I had a half sister, Tiffany, and always treated her as such. Her mother was named Darian. My mom didn't believe that Tiffany was my father's since he would have had to knock Darian up RIGHTAWAY. I don't know why she didn't believe this. Maybe it's because he is so dark in coloring and Tiffany came out with blond hair and blue eyes? I don't know. Her mother was very pale. I haven't seen either of them since I was about 12. She was about 7, I think. My dad has her named tattooed near mine on his arm.

I mentioned this in the parent entry, but I don't think my dad ever got over my mother. When she announced her engagement in 1991 (she was due to get married September 11, 1992), my dad announced his engagement to his girlfriend, Ellen.

He had met Ellen at an NA or AA meeting. I don't recall which one. She had a daughter already, Melissa. Melissa was 10 when they got married. I was 15.

On December 21, 1995, Lorenzo Dante was born. I wanted to name him Christian Dante, but eh. Later in life, Lorenzo wanted to change his name to Christian. Funnie.

Here's the lil' man at a month old.



Around 3 months old, he had to have surgery since his esophagus and his stomach didn't *quite* connect. They spun his belly 270 degrees and now he just has to be careful how fast and what he eats, but with no major dietary restrictions. But. He was all better, but he would take these HORRIBLE shits. Used to make our dad throw up. Heh. I changed him a few times because of it. Funnie stories, really. Well, as long as you weren't my dad.

Ellen... Hated me. Which was fine. My dad was clearly hung up on my mom, I looked just like her, whatever. I was used to my parents' significant others not being very fond of me. I wasn't a difficult child, but... My mom picked interesting men, and my dad. Well. Yeah. I am my mother's clone. And I've always been. Hm. Outspoken.

Eventually he had Melissa's name tattooed on his arm with mine, Lorenzo's and Tiffany's.

Lorenzo, age 3.5. This picture is fitting because my dad painted houses.



Things went, well to say sour would be an understatement, with Ellen somewhere when Lorenzo was about 2.5. Some bad shit went down with Melissa and Ellen, and Ellen high tailed it out to Florida, disowning both her children and was committed. My father, due to the blow up, went to jail for reasons I don't feel like discussing in a public forum. For about 8 years, but he ended up getting out in five and a half.

Melissa went into foster care, then to a friend's house, then to her dad's... It was a mess. She was about 14. Her life went to shit. She couldn't stay with my dad due to the shit that went down.

Lorenzo stayed with my dad, and my dad had found another girlfriend (of course) named Jackie, who had two kids, Christopher (who was 18, and kicked out of military school) and Cody (who was 7?) and they were all around when Lorenzo was 3. Jackie took "care" of Lorenzo the first couple years my dad was "gone".

Lorenzo at my dad's "going away dinner".



Jackie is a filthy fucking cunt whore bitch, and if she died by having a million slices cut into her flesh with a rusty blade, and then those wounds pissed in, I think it would be a merciful death for what she allowed to happen to my brother.

After she got tired of taking care of her "fiance's" kid (They got engaged when he was in jail. Fucking seriously? Also, SO MANY QUOTES.), so she dumped him off on my grandmother.

Before this, my Aunt Kathie (Trish's mom, my mother's sister) would take Lorenzo a lot on the weekends, cause Jackie was CLEARLY seeing someone else. And we provided some stability. My aunt gave him a great home, but couldn't invest herself (mostly my uncle too) in raising a small child when their kids were grown. We would take him every other Wednesday to Pioneer Club, a church run kid's program where I taught as well. Did that for 3 years. It was fun.

So. Anyrate. My grandmother, my father's mother, died when Lorenzo was 8. She died on my 25th birthday. He had nowhere to go, so he stayed with their Peruvian neighbors. For about a year. There he worked in their Chinese restaurant, and he still hates wontons because he used to make them.

After a year or two, he moved in with my mother. He stayed with her for a couple years. Eventually, my dad got out of jail, and my mom, my stepfather Charlie & I went to get him. It was an interesting day.

For a while my dad, my mom, her husband and my brother lived in my mom's 2 bedroom apartment with a slew of cats and even more drama. Eventually my dad moved out, and in with his new girlfriend (Cookie) and her weird little dogs.

After a while (and some talking to with me) he moved out of her house and on his own with Lorenzo. He eventually found Sue (after quite possibly his longest out-of-jail time singleness ever) and they now live together. I approve of her.

This is Lorenzo at the age of 14. I was 30.



Somewhere in the mix of all this, Melissa found me on Facebook. She's well adjusted, living in New York City, and working for Red Bull. She had a crazy fucking life, and well, I really like talking to her now.

Due to the crazy past, my dad has a complete shitfit thinking about reintroducing her to Lorenzo. All she wants is to be part of his life, but I don't know how to do this. I don't legally know how to proceed (also, pleased don't offer advice on this one, seeing as I have not given the legal nature of the situation). I figure in a few years when he is 18, all bets are off and they can be reintroduced.

They look so much alike.

This is Melissa, age 25.



We used to call each other sisters because we were both excited not to be only children anymore. But then life changed.

WHOOOO doggie. That was a long one.

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