Boring layout that will never be finished by:
Monself

Citaat:
"Course eventually I left, with my friends, we rode the taxi back, some guy tried to fight Jon and I passed out watching Lady Snowblood and awoke to Terrible Feelings. I got on a train, then another train, then a bus, then eventually got out and walked back to my room as the sleet continued to fall. Straight down like pinstripes and I walking through it: Indifferent, but real." -Riaz

Within an a few hours of holding a conversation with Blayne about the fact that I hadn't heard back from TCC yet, I got two letters from them, congratulating me on my enrollment.

This is it, people.

AA, here I come.

-Kchano

--EDIT--

Ahum. I'm really pleased with the outcome of the poem.

Since I'm not going to Biloxi after all, I didn't have to wait for Rob to see Batman Begins. I went tonight with Megan, Robert, and Melissa.
Dude.
Just...dude.
We're going to go again and see it with L'Orange. ::dance::
Just so you know, L'Orange is the name I came up with for Loran. It's caught on quite nicely, and he doesn't seem to mind.

My elbow hurts.

Life is good because:

H and Russ have given me some delicious music recently, and delicious music always improves things.

McKinley told me he loves me, and he did it unprompted. Now, he's done this before, but...it just gets to me.

Kim's pool boy, who's name is Rodolfo, and who was a boxer in France for three years, found my cell phone in Kim's yard. Since I lost it in her yard, we'd had four inches of rain...and it still works. At first it was foggy inside the screen, but we left it on the counter for a couple of days, and plugged it in. It was fine. So we had the service turned back on, and Megan called it, and it was fine.

Hoowa.

Can't think of anything else to say.

-K

LIEK, OMG!!1 I bet you all thought my art had died or something, eh? SYKE!

Uh. Sike? Psych it is.

...How the Chex Mix do you spell that, anyway?

Now I want Chex. Not the mix, though. I never really liked it.

I also made a new dA ID, using one of the CD covers in this batch. I think The Painted Lady is the best of them, but I am quite pleased with Ashleigh's as well.

-K

P.S.: H, the mix is really good!

WoW, you guys. WoW.

Jin-Rô AKA Jin Roh: The Wolf Brigade was rented by J-D and myself last week, and didn't get watched until tonight (it's overdue, actually).

Pros:
It had some of the best dubbing I've ever seen.
The animation was, if not completely top notch, very good.
The music stayed in the background like movie music usually should.
The voice acting wasn't obnoxious.
Holy crap, that armor would be one of the best cosplays ever and I would be willing to cosplay if I could wear it.
It didn't have a stereo-typical happy ending, so you don't lose respect for it having one.
The story was very good (I thought).

Cons: (SPOILER WARNING)
It was depressing.
Some of it was rather like an art film, with odd scenes randomly tossed in.
The main male character pulled a Final Fantasy and didn't talk much.
The version of Little Red Riding Hood in it was disturbing.
Debbie and Dustin kept coming in to talk to me.... Which isn't really related to it, but it did dampen things down for me.
At first I thought he shot her, but then it showed the other guy, and now I'm just not sure. It could have been either of them, and I don't like being left with any questions at the end of story.
And. Well. It didn't have a stereo-typical happy ending. One does get to expect them, or at least to have some sort of resolution.

All in all, it was very good. And I have no idea if I liked it or not. The fact that I've been trained to want to come away from something feeling happy sort of makes me biased against movies that turn out to be downers, but I really cant' fault this one.

So, Reservoir Dogs? I finally saw it, and it felt a lot shorter than I thought it was. It went fast, and I liked it a great deal. Q. T. seems to be like that, though. And funny-looking. He's that, too.
I would have liked it even better if Mr. Pink had his own sequence. Go Steve!

Hey Blayne. I have your money. We need to hang out and eat smoothies, and plan things.

I've lost my cell phone. I had a bunch of dates and numbers in it, and the task of reprogramming another phone seems daunting.

Bacon and I are meeting L'Orange for lunch this afternoon. I should go to sleep.

-Kchano

I am sans braces.

I am round abouts 1/4 asleep.

I am full of Chinese food.

I am so stoked.

I am in need of inspiration and hugs.

I am sad about not getting to see Iron & Wine.

I am looking forward to seeing Kristen.

I am apprehensive about not having enough sleep and mom needing me to help her with the kids tomorrow, because Ian and Helena will be here, as well as McKinley and Wyatt.

I am starting to worry about this cough I've got.

I am disappointed in you.

I am disillusioned as well, which is sad, but will most likely come in handy later on.

I am itchy.

I am worried about my missing cell phone, because it's in silent mode so I can't call it or anything.

I am annoyed.

I am ignoring this headache.

I am going to bed.

-Kchano

Try to subtract the whiney bits, please: I want good Chinese food (the usual times two, of course) and bad movies and to laugh so hard I can't breathe, and to wake up at an unholy hour when the alarm goes off and muck the stables out with you, and to groggily make breakfast. I want to sit in that uncomfortable chair at mum's computer and come up with ideas for stories. I want to take walks down the dirt road, and talk about pointless things. I want to listen to good music really loud, and drive with the windows down to Borders and check out the manga. I wouldn't even mind getting us lost, so long as a lyric appropriate to the moment happened to be sung when it happened. I would rather learn to drive with you than anyone else. I would rather go to college and move out with you than anyone else. I would rather grow up and still act like an idiot with you than anyone else.
And because it's true that I'm always too wordy and usually too vague, and very often too emotional and sentimental...in short, I miss you too, Hchano.

Wyatt has RSV, whatever that is. Rhotovirus or something. I'm most likely not spelling that right. Anyhow, it's just like a cold for anyone over two. For some one two months old, it can mean a stay in hospital. However, he's been doing much better, and while he has been having to use a nebulizer, he's been able to stay at home. I'm not as worried as I was, but it still makes me nervous.

Whatever happened to Andrew McCartney? Did he, against all logic and probability, drop off of the planet? Was he eaten by a shark? Lassie, is it not Timmy, but Andrew who is stuck down the well? Is there a secret murder in Beatle P's past? Or maybe he just got married and had kids or something. You never know with 1980's heart-throbs until they end up on VH1.
I'm just wondering, see, because Pretty In Pink is on.

I "napped" yesterday, from around 5-6PM to 1AM. Cats got nothin on me, dahlin, I am the Queen of Sleep.

Writing about my mother is a lot harder than I thought it would be...but I'm not surprised.

Ashleigh, you may as well give me your address, because I have no idea when I'll be getting to see you, unless I can bribe Luna and Rob with gas money and food to take me with them on their next J-Ville run. There were some vague plans for another visit for Rob's birthday, but it's not been mentioned more than four or five times, let alone been planned conclusively.

I think it is awesome that The Lord of the Rings is required reading in English schools. Highfives to you, m'lady Britannia.

-Kchano <((_-)>

And that's why my mom is awesome.

The End.

My gig has been ordered. 5-6 business days.

I've taken over Russ' WoW account.

Plans for doing stuff with Kim this week, and the FMS study has started. I'm going back in on Wednesday. Debbie's got an appointment with Dr. Morse today, so I'm having her take in the consent forms. I plan to go to TCC in person, as the issue I'm having with the e-mail is still as it was before.

Tim has made the space behind that ugly orange chair in my room his lair. It's fine by me, except he's in here sometimes and I don't know it until I'm trying to go to sleep, and the light is turned out and then there are sounds. You know the kind. The wet kind. The kind that are insanely ominous when I first hear them, but then Tim snorts because he's the loudest-breathing cat on the planet, and I know it's just him, bathing himself on the floor at the foot of my bed.

Need to call Petrea about another driving lesson.

Need to call Petrea and see how she's doing.

Need to get over my phobia and just drive mom's yacht Buick.

Need to do a lot of things.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Well that was nice of them. Even doing the Molly Ringwald dance, I look good.

June sixth, I get my braces taken off. Just in time to give Kristen a big, dorky - but braceless - grin on her birthday.

I feel like I've inhaled pool water. You know, it's got the hot sting of chlorine (and quite possibly the taint of urine) in it, way back in your nose, and it makes your eyes water and your head ache.

To comfort myself, I think I will buy that gig of memory. Seems like a good time for it.

I can't decide whether or not it's a good thing that I don't have The Sims 2. The graphics and the cheats and the interactions are better. It would keep me occupied while J-D is playing WoW. It would keep me distracted while I should be doing other, more essential things. Like sleeping. Not that I seem to be getting much of it anyhow, but you never know.

The FMS study is a go, so I need to get off my tail and get to TCC. The website doesn't seem to like me anymore, as it keeps telling me that I don't know my password, and that I don't know the answer to the security question.
And I ask you this: Why don't they just have an e-mail confirmation instead? I have no idea if it would be less secure or not, so that could be the reason, but at least it would be easier for me. Because, you know, everything is about me.

Anyhow. My elbow hurts.

-Kchano <((_-)>

That's the only good thing I got out of Closer, and that's fairly...well, melodramatic.

Marcus goes home today. It was nice to have him here, even though I didn't see much of him.

You know that feeling when your ears are all ticklish way down inside where you can't do anything about it? Yeah, I've got that. It happens a lot in the summer, because of the A/C duct being pointed right at me while I sleep. It also happens when I sleep with the ceiling fan on, which is why I despise sleeping with the ceiling fan on, and take away brownie points from anyone who does it when the room is perfectly cool and doesn't need it to be on, drying out my sinuses, throat, and eyes.
So today, after years of suffering and complaining, my mom suggested the most obvious course of action, which never occured to me because I thought it wasn't possible: turn the vent around so it points at the wall.
See, I was under the impression that the vents were stuck on where they were, and that was that. I'm not a tall person, and I am also not in the habit of waltzing around on the ceiling (and I seldom bother to look up when I'm inside), so I didn't know that it wasn't little bolts or something holding the vents in, but little screws.
I got a big chunk of dust or something in my eye while flipping it around, but oh well.

Watched Audition (creepy, confusing, and "very Japanese") and Sideways (if I ever meet a guy like whatshisface I will punch him in the crotch if he asks me to do anything that retarded for him, because there are some things that even best friends should never ask of each other) at Megan and Robert's place. They, and Melissa and Marcus were there. Dinner was good, but we forgot to eat the watermelon. I am very sad about that, as I've been craving it for months.

Hopefully, mom isn't mad at me for going to Megan's and staying over so late (got home around two). Been out late several nights lately, and I know she worries. Also, I was feeling sick because of that stupid A/C vent, and wasn't a great deal of help today.
I did tidy up the family room when I got home, though. Not much, but it's somethnig. McKinley left a monstrous jumble of toys and books in there yesterday.

Hmm.

I feel like writing, but at the same time I don't, because I am so tired.

Hmm indeed.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Birthday: Semi-Detailed List

Mom came in and wished me a happy birthday, and I told her I loved her and went back to sleep.

Took a shower and came out for breakfast (lunch).

Helena showed a positive reaction to my being there = rock on.

Ian (unprompted) wished me a happy birthday = rock on part deux.

There was no mayo or mustard so I ate my sandwhich roll dry and it was good anyway.

Helena gave me her strawberries (delicious, even without sugar).

Drank some water (also delicious).

Helena and Ian both asked me to take them outside.

Blew bubbles for Helena with Loran.

Laughed a lot.

Sat on the picnic table in the front yard and ate popsicles in the shade.

Laughed some more as Helena ate most of Liane's, Loran's, and mine, and went after Ian's (attempt: failed).

Ran through the sprinkler with Ian (to get the popsicle syrup off of him).

Helena didn't like that as much as Ian did = sigh.

Went inside because Helena's arms were getting pink (didn't get sunblock on her fast enough).

Changed into dry clothes:
Ian> Hey Aunt Kyrstan, where ya goin'?
Me> Nowhere.
Ian> You look cool in that.
Awesome.

Shopping for alcohol and ugly 80's clothes with Megan and Melissa.

Went into ABC Liquor and didn't buy anything, but you have to show your ID anyhow, so Megan had the lady at the register look at mine first. She congratulated me, and scanned it for me, even though she only needed to scan Megan's...or something. I'm not sure how it works.

Ugly purple pants and a purple shirt with a pink-and-green rocking horse with "HORSES ROCK!" on it. Haha! I also got a fitted sheet that matches our old rainbow sheet (we had the set, but they're old and the fitted wore out, so we just had the flat sheet...UNTIL NOW).

Hot pink nail polish and a veggie tray.

Ate cheese pizza and burned a Doves CD for Melissa; Ian helped decorate it. Helena stuffed entire strawberries into her mouth.

Got to the party an hour early to get ready. Make-up and music and jelly bracelets and mascara that won't come off now.

Megan made a heart-shaped cake.

Always laughing.

Rocking out with Petrea. She has to work tomorrow (today, rather), so she didn't drink too much and went home early.

I had Russ, Leslie, and Dustin (and Wyatt, unofficially) on my team for the trivia game and we totally pwn Debbie, Marcus, Loran, and J-D. Megan played Alex and Melissa played Vanna and Robert played anti-social.

Leslie and I are the only adults that didn't drink (Leslie is still nursing Wyatt).

Awesome time with the game, but I am devastated that I got the Smurf question wrong. It isn't that I didn't know the answer, it's that I got too enthusiastic and confident.

Lots of talking and joking around and drinking.

Frangelico (sp?) comes in a neat bottle (headless Benedictine monk), and smells like rubbing alcohol + chocolate. I stuck with Dr Pepper.

May 14th, 11:58PM I look at the clock and see that my birthday is almost over, and Megan says I have to do something in the time I have left. I somersault into Megan's arms, and it is ridiculously fun, so I do it again. 11:59PM she somersaults over the ottoman and into mine. The last moments of May 14 2005 are spent laughing. I think that's a good sign.

Changed back into my khaki pants and stayed until Melissa was ready to go.

Robert got the Hitchhiker's Guide mini-series, which we have here on VHS (recorded many years ago when it came on PBS). I got to see the first 1.5 episodes, and then Melissa was sober enough to drive.

The party is probaly still going on, since Loran hadn't left yet and didn't show any inclination towards leaving. Last I knew, he was waiting on the ice maker to make more ice for another drink.

Doves on the way home. Melissa likes them, so I'm glad I made her the CD.

I didn't have my keys...I have no idea where they are. Luckily, we took Megan's car, and she still has a key to the house.

One of the prizes for the trivia game was a dolphin keychain. I can't decide if I want to keep it, or give it to Luna.

Ham keeps coming in here and yowling at me until I pick her up and pet her.

I smell like incense.

Took me about an hour to write all this, because I'm doing other things at the same time.... I have to get up and get ready for church in eight hours.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Oh, Joey. You crazy Canadian.

This lo mein is not oily, it is sticky. This makes it far more edible than most of the lo mein I've had, as it won't make you feel sickly later on.

Speaking of sickly, mom is having a...whossname. Colonoscopy? Seems like too many O's there, but it seems to be spelled correctly. Hmm. Either way, I am completely certain that you are all very concerned about the state of my mother's colon, and I just wanted to let you know she's got an appointment tomorrow. So, let us all cross our fingers (or legs?) and hope it goes well.

Marcus arrived safely. The party is so on now. On now, like Willam Dafoe in drag.

I had a rather long entry ready the other night, but the interweb has been touchy lately.

There was a dramatic chase scene a few nights ago. I chased a kitten around the house, so I could put him into a cat carrier. The gouge he gave me is no longer infected...but if my hand falls off, I am making Debbie and Dustin buy me a new, positronic hand. Yes. You read me. Positronic. CYBORG POWER!
Let me jump back a bit and explain: we're taking care of Debbie and Dustin's cat (Ham) until they can afford a place that will let them have pets. BUT. Cheddar, the kitten in question, had to be given to the shelter, which is the reason I was chasing him around. We all clear? Good.
During the chase, there was also a showdown between the other three cats (Tim, Ana, and Ham). I could hear the theme song from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly start to play as they hissed and growled at each other, and then at me whenever I walked/ran past.
Eh, I suddenly don't feel much like talking about it.

I just had the most random conversation ever with some one on AIM...and I have only the most vague of ideas as to who it could be. I honestly do not know. But I do know that when they corrected my spelling of apocalypse, they were wrong; "aPACOlypse" indeed.

Been posting on DA--excuse me, I meant dA--again. It's not so bad, because I sometimes actually get DUN DUN DUN feedback and constructive criticism. Nor is it particularly fantastical. Ah well.

Don't let me forget:
Mercy and Guns
From the Machine
Blayne is my friend, but he is not rice.
I'm with Aryan.
And...I think that's it.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Talked with mom. About, you know, the party. The one Megan is throwing for me, because I'm turing twenty-one. I told Megan I wouldn't be drinking. This fact was established last year, when Marcus (my cousin) said he would come back to Florida for my birthday. And still I assured mom that I wouldn't be drinking. She'd given Megan more than one talking-to about it, see? She also acted a lot calmer about it than I think she really is.

Oi.

Sleepy and uninspired, is me.

-Kchano <((_-)>

...went to the orthodontist and scheduled an appointment for next month, to have my braces taken off.

...had a second appointment scheduled to make my temporary retainer.

...had a third appointment scheduled to make my permanent one made. I have to wear it at night when I sleep for the rest of my life, assuming I don't lose any teeth and have to wear dentures or am just lazy and don't wear it.

...hoped that I didn't ever have to wear dentures.

...finally printed out the registration form for TCC and discovered that colleges are nosey.

...learned that the picture on my dad's license makes him look like some kind of robot in an amusing/disturbing way.

...looked online at the Drivers' Ed thing like mom wanted, and was unable to find the link she was talking about, which lets you take the written part online. It seems like a bad idea to me anyhow, since a person could just look at the book for the answers.

...had waffles for dinner. The strawberry kind.

...got on the computer to write, and ended up not writing what I planned to write.

...failed to have any inspiration on Meigu's mix.

...wrote this to avoid my writers' block.

-Kchano <((_-)>

I love David Bowie.

Petrea gave me a driving lesson today. We were both excited and enthusiastic about it, and she is very encouraging and patient.
Driving stick is hard, but good for coordination. Our lesson ended in a heart-to-heart, which was nice. It was completely random and unexpected, too, which is even nicer. We sat in the car with the sun beating directly onto me, and the windows open. I am not a delicate girl, so I got a bit sweaty because the lovely cool breeze was blowing the opposite way, but with my awesome new haircut, my neck stayed cool.

On that note, my hair is short now, and parted on the side instead of the middle. I like it a great deal.
Kind of funny though...I already look a lot like my Aunt Sue (my mom's sister, who is also the baby of the family), and when mom saw my hair last night, she said it looked a lot like Sue's new cut. I'm sure there's an adjective to describe the situation, but I'm too lazy right now to decide on it.

Went with Megan and Melissa to get mom from the airport yesterday. It's good to have her home again. I don't like being in charge of the house. Being in charge of the house involves a lot more cleaning and general doing of things at a level I just don't want right now. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some help, but I was here with J-D and dad. So that's that.

Megan likes her CD, which makes me very happy. I'm making one for Meigu now, and am almost certain that the long over-due mix for Josh is done. Now I just need to get to Jacksonville when I'm not there to pick some one up from the airport, and I can get Ashleigh's to her.

Speaking of Megs, I saw Meg Fulford yesterday, coming back from the bank. I think she was going to her dad's house, if he still lives in the same place. Either that or she was on the way to TCC. I wanted to wave, but we were already past her by the time I was completely sure it was, indeed, Meg Fulford. Oh well. I'm not sure we'd have anything other than highschool in common now, unless she's going to TCC, in which case we'll have highschool and college in common, come the Fall Semester. Capital letters makes it look as important as it feels. Is there a difference between capital and capitol, other than just spelling?

Not to make Ashleigh's comment look insensitive and poorly timed, but dad really is getting stranger as time goes on. I worry about him. I know it was the strokes he had that did it, but other people don't know that. He's just...he's not the same, and I miss the way he was. He doesn't know when to stop anymore, and he doesn't always know when he should just keep things to himself. It is socially awkward and emotionally trying.

I do love you, Debbie. I just think you're being really stupid right now, and I think you should talk to some one. You will never get past what happened if you refuse to face it, and it will haunt you until you do something about it.

I hate to end on such a depressing and (for most of you) vague subject.

You guys, seriously, my hair is way cute now. Also, I am going to scan a ridiculous and poorly-drawn comic that Hchano and I made a couple of years ago.

There, that'll have to do for now.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Bless you, Babelfish. Bless you and your questionable translations.

Vegetarian burritos, you say? An excellent idea! Second only to fruit plates, my friend.

Doing laundry is boring. Also, one of dad's white work shirts is now pink, thanks to my inexperienced. But I think I should still get an E for Effort.

Making mixed CD's. Yep.

Failing at thinking up anything interesting to say? Yes!

-Kchano <((_-)>

The last part of today was unspeakable. You are so lucky that it was, or I'd rant about it.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Mmnffm. Got things to do today, so of course I couldn't sleep.

Posted some arts that I meant to post earlier and did not.

Apparently it takes my phone all of thirty seconds to charge completely? I'm going to leave it there for a while though, out of cautious electronic ignorance.
Okay nevermind, that outlet is just broken.

I yelled at dad last night. He made the mistake of caring about me, and asking what was wrong. So I told him, in a loud, angry voice, with a lot of frustrated hand gestures and a little bit of stomping around. Another way to describe it would be flailing. At last, I actually had a reason to flail around. Go me!
Finally, I just got too upset to even go on ranting, and retreated to my room so I could have some privacy while I tried to keep from crying, and to calm down enough to be able to function properly. I wanted to say I was sorry, but I just couldn't find the words for a long time, and I think he understood anyhow. I sort of mumbled it out later when he asked me again if I was alright.

Times like this, I get scared of my temper. I worry about it, you know? When McKinley does something he shouldn't, or when he comes close to being seriously hurt...you know how it is: parent figure gets so terrified at first, then hugs the now-safe child close out of relief, and then proceeds to scold said child for doing something so reckless. Regardless of the fact that he's only three and in some cases he honestly does not know any better.
I think the anger in those situations is something I misplace, like I'm actually mad at myself for not having kept an eagle-sharp eye on him every single second...so I get mad at him instead, for being a kid and doing things that kids do.

But seriously, I had no energy today and I not only discovered that one of the cats had thrown up and no one had done anything about it so it was all gross and crusty on the carpet, but Anastasia had gotten poop stuck to herself and dragged her fluffy gray butt all over the carpet in the storage room, where the litterbox is, and to keep her from getting even more of it on anything else, I had to clean her off. And as I am sure all of you know, cats don't generally like water all that much.
Now, Ana is not my cat. She is J-D's. But J-D will not do anything around the house if he can avoid it (including unclogging the toilet after he clogs it up), unless we nag him. So I knew that I'd have to clean it all up. And I had to make dinner, and clean the bathrooms because no one did them while I was gone for an entire week. And I could. not. find. the. sugar. The sugar tub is empty, and I have no idea where mom put the 50lb. bag she allegedly bought for the refilling of the sugar tub.
So here am I, tearing the back of the family room apart, and then throwing everything back where it belongs in an angry fashion, and here is dad, watching television, and asking me if I am alright.
And by then I had just had enough.
And of course, when I was still in the middle of getting myself under control in my room, the telephone rings. It is Shelley, asking if she and Pocahontas (yes this is her real name and not something she changed it to) can come over tomorrow. And the house is still not entirely clean, and Debbie did not start the dishwasher, and mom is across the country....

So anyway.

TCC sent me an invitation to attend the GED graduation thing they are having...and they spelled my name wrong (my name is not Krystan or Christ-Ann or Kerstin or Krystal, why is that so hard for people to understand?), and I don't really feel like paying for a cap and gown. So I don't think I'll go to this one, either. Not much point without Hchano anyhow.

Is it already Thursday? This week is going a lot faster than I thought it would. Next week, I get my hair cut again. Huzzah!

Sometime this week, I will go to the store with the money I am supposed to use for groceries and I will buy a new toilet brush and a bucket of some kind to keep the new brush and the plunger in, because the one we have now leaks. It leaks, and I am the one who has to clean the bathroom floors, which get plunged toilet water on them every time J-D and dad clog the toilets, and I am the one who has to clean all of that up.

Where did all of this surplus anger come from suddenly?
Perhaps now would be a good time to consider some kind of therapy. I don't like all the angst I seem to have now that I am back in Tallahassee.
An outlet. I need an outlet. Next purchase after a haircut: yoga and Tai Chi tapes.

That was so full of run-on sentences. I am so sorry.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Yeah, I don't feel like bothering to explain that, because none of you were there. :D

Home from Luna and Teh Rob's. I miss the three of us sitting on our butts in front of the television, eating food I made for us and talking about unimportant things in a relaxed way. I miss walking around unfamiliar places with Luna and bantering with Teh Rob. I miss the pirate ship, the deformed dinosaur, his best friend Buddha, and their pet miniature rhino. I miss the giant shark head and the evil lobster.

Bourbon Street is grimy, and doesn't always smell all that great. There are, indeed, vomitous patches of ground, as well as some rather suspicious-looking puddles. You have to hop over them, and around the drunken masses, and duck into the clubs so they won't see you aren't really the person on the I.D. you're using if you happen to be under twenty-one. Shameless nudity and jaywalking abound. You run into amused skepticism if you aren't there to drink. The music is loud, the people are loud, the colors are loud. I hope to go back someday.

Got a cellphone. Celebration insues. The party won't really get started though, until I can remember the number for it without having to look at the phone to see.

Dustin is making grilled cheese sandwhiches. Score!

-INTERMISSION-

So, the pianist from Keane? He rocks that piano so. hard. You do not even know how hard he rocks that thing. It was amazing. And funny.

<3 Beck.

Dear Kristen,
Grats on the keytar! I hope you can rock it even harder than the guy from Keane.
Love and highfives,
Kyrstan

I am out of clean laundry, and I have to do the dishes since mom is gone and no one else here will clean anything ever. Ever. Except that one time dad vacuumed the front room. Of course, that could have been a hallucination that Loran and I shared, or something.

Four in the A.M.'s = sleep.

-Kchano <((_-)>

And also, happy birthday to Kallie. <3;D
I was not aware that it was Earth Day. I was aware that it is Going to New Orleans For the First Time Ever, But We're Waiting For T&A to Call Us First Day. Which is, I dare say, the longest-named day there is. So far.

Just so you know, this is coming to you from Luna and The Rob's place in Biloxi. They have a pirate ship and an open pipe going into the fake beach here. I say fake because the city brought all the lovely white sand in itself, as a special treat for the tourists, so they can swim in the contaminated water and then lounge on the beach in style. Something to that effect, I suppose. Wasn't that nice of them?
I've had a good time, and I miss my family rather less than I thought...but I also keep forgetting how far away they are, and when I remember that, I miss them. It makes me realize just how much my life revolves around my mother. She is the binding agent of our family. I don't like to think what it would be like for all of us without her.
It also makes me realize that it will be really nice to move out. But I will most likely stick around during college, or at least for part of it. Until McKinley is in school, anyhow. Two years only sounds like a long time when I think about pushing back a moving out date. Living it is another matter entirely.

I still have no idea what to do for this layout. But I refuse to abandon this site. Any suggestions?

I feel sort of bad because yesterday was Luna and The Rob's second anniversary, and I was. You know. Here. And they didn't really get to celebrate much. The Rob had to work late, and he didn't want to see the movie we went to see. But it had Evil Van Helsing in it, so that's alright.

My teeth hurt. I hope my braces won't be with me much longer. May was the original date they gave to me, and I've been wearing these stupid rubber bands, so horgpully hopefully it will be next month or there-abouts.

Just one more skill point, and Miklos can read that recipe. So close! Some one send me some wool! And then, ten more points after that, I can start using all that silk I have. So, some one send me lots of wool!

-Kchano <((_-)>

Trying to make a new layout because no one else is doing it. I'll figure the picture out eventually.

Megan had a birthday today.

The tickets have been purchased. We leave in December return in January. Rock on, frozen-style.

I'm going to sign up for the Fall Semester at TCC.

-Kchano <((_-)>

There are cards and creams for every occasion, apparently.

So, while Liane was getting ready for church last week, Ian was playing cat on the window sill. Basically, sitting on the sill and looking out. And well. The window was open, with just the screen. Can you guess what's coming?
He fell out of the window. The second-storey window.
And escaped with only a scratch on his foot.
Landed in a huge pile of pinestraw, see?

He was already on his feet and walking away when Liane ran outside in utter, horrified panic. His first and only comment on the matter (as far as I know) was, "I'm not leaving the house that way again, mommy."
Behold, Ian Schrader: Indestructable Boy Wonder.
This, coming so few days after Liane kicked Loran out...I just bet Loran has a great deal to say on the matter. And I hope he's keeping it all to himself.

I need to go lie down for a while.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Sinus infection + Mormon class tonight + derm' appointment tomorrow + visiting with Luna and Rob soon = inarticulate groanings x much feeling sorry for one's self.
Illnesses that are not directly linked to dental matters should not be allowed to make one's teeth hurt. I am perfectly content to sound childish when I whine about how unfair it all is.
Also, blowing one's nose, sneezing, or coughing, should not cause one's head to ache when it already hurts enough without any help from outside influences.
Pressing on your sinuses is supposed to help these sorts of situations, but I just feel like I'm poking myself in a place that has a bruise.

Okay, I think I'm done. I could go on about the lack of flavor my food-stuffs have, but eh.

So...I'm guessing Trish is gone now/going soon and I didn't see/haven't seen her?
Catch you later, then. Or something.

I might possibly be getting a cell phone. Haven't heard back from mom on that one.

Debbie and Dustin are moving to Tallahassee. I'm hazy on the details, but basically, his mom is all crazygonuts all sudden-like, and they have been told to vacate, but not in such polite terms. They're making money enough for a decent place, but with the payments on the truck...which I felt was a stupid move to make in ther first place...oh well.
Funny thing, though: more than one of us has tried living someplace other than Tallahassee, and they have all failed. It's like the town has some sort of (possibly evil) Schrader magnet or something.

Finally saw The Incredibles last night. Yes, Matt, I enjoyed it a great deal.
Also watched Saw.... I like bad movies. I enjoy making fun of them. But that was a bad movie. I mean, I knew it would be bad. But it was just. Bad.

I will continue to make pleas for a new layout until some one bothers to do it for me. I am far too sick right now to learn enough of the inner workings of HTML to do it myself.
So here you go: please?

-Kchano <((_-)>

Shöpein Destinåtiön Lyst:
Islanda?
Paris
Brossels
Amsterdam
Hamburg
Oslo
Trøndheim
Hammerfest
Stockholm
Berlin
Warsaw
Vienna
Paris
The End

Hey. Some one make me a layout. 'Cause this one is finally dead and I needs me a new one.

I have decided that I don't care if I can't tell what a singer is actually singing, and that it shouldn't matter what language it is. I mean, is Icelandic (or Hopelandic, actually) really more creditable/respectable than Japanese? Yes, a lot of the youth culture is saturated with all things Japanese, but that doesn't mean all of it is automatically bad.
That's like saying the guys in Mogwai are sell-outs because they let their music be used in commercials. That isn't selling out, that's business and exposure. Sure, no one but a Mogwai fan would actually recognize the style as Mogwai's. But they got paid for it, so if they're comfortable with it, why complain and stop listening to good music?
I realize, of course, that Mogwai songs seldom (to my experience) have lyrics. But you know what I mean, yeah?

I have also decided that waking up at four and not being able to get back to sleep is really obnoxious.

Hoping I'm over all this sinus junk by next Sunday. I got plans, yo.

Lately, swearing has come to me seldom and strangely. I'll say it out of what was once habit, and afterwards I hesitate slightly because it just plain sounds weird. You guys can all cuss as much as you want, and good on yer. But it just doesn't really ring true with me anymore. I'm sure if I got really angry, there would be a high probability that it'd flow like a river. 'Til then, though, I will continue to try not to do it anymore, and still get bothered when people spell it "till" instead of "'til"...it's an abbreviation of "until" so where's your punctuation and why'd you add an l, genius? I don't care if it's spelled that way in the Bible or that it's an option in the dictionary. I stand by my obstinate opinion. Till is what you do to the ground and is another word for cash register. Fatty.

Thanks for the music, Blayne! I am rocking out like what.

Hmm. If I get brave enough, I might just try a layout myself...or at least change the colors.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Feels like the skin on my nose has been peeled away, and then the parts underneath are being stabbed with burning needles. I don't care if the tissues have anti-bacterial bits in them. I want them to have lotion. Basically, I don't care if I'm spreading germs, so long as I'm comfortable when I do it.
Seriously, I'm ready to scream and punch something.

This is Kent. Secretly.

Aw, com'on. You know it is.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Where does one draw the line between "artistic" and "pornographic"? I must admit that this, like many other things, is all a matter of opinion. But still, it would make art a lot easier (if that is at all possible for those that really mean it...and that is yet another thing that is a matter of personal judgement).

New RP is starting soon. I am definately up for it.

I wish I could explain it, and share it with you, but it's so personal, and you just wouldn't understand. You weren't raised with it, and wouldn't know how important this was to me; how big a step it was for me to take. And I took it on my own. So, I guess, just be glad for me and we'll all wish each other well. And maybe someday I can find the words to explain because you'd understand.

My right ear keeps plugging up when I sneeze. It's very uncomfortable. Still congested and sneezy and coughing. My nose is going to be raw soon, which is a decidedly unpleasant prospect.
I worry about Wyatt coming over with me like this, but I doubt I'd be able to pass anything on by that time, and I'll just have to resist the adorable temptation.

On Friday, I'm planning to meet up with Blayne at FSU for a lecture called, "How Far Did Nora Go in Chinese Theater: From Womens' Liberation to Madam Mao's Plays". I think it sounds interesting. And then: smoothies!

Whispers of Orlando on Saturday, but I don't think so. Maybe next time.

I said woot today. To my mom. Weird.

Snot is gross.

Tweaking the welcome back mix for Luna. There is a possibility of hanging out with them soon, and I want it to be right.

Speaking of mixes. Ashleigh? Art supplies?

Kim gave me a really great card and this pretty flowering plant. I was half asleep when mom showed it to me, so I don't remember what kind it was. I will take good care of it so it doesn't die.
I wonder if she came by and was going to talk with me, but I was asleep in mom and dad's room. Mom said I was "deathly pale" when she got home and that she didn't mind letting me stay asleep a bit longer, so it's just as well.
Funny though, some one else commented on how creamy my skin is today. And when Megan and Melissa helped me with my pirate make-ups, they also commented on it. The judgement seems to be (when I'm not sick) that I am creamy and don't need to tan because it's alright when you've got the whole "strawberries and cream" thing going for you.
I still plan to go to the beach, though. No need to blind people just because my skin is dessert-like.

School in Norway? Serious consideration ensues.

"At the proper time" isn't very specific, but it implies that it will happen, and this is heartening. Still...one does get tired of waiting.

The ability to bend over without getting a splitting headache so I can get the house clean would be a nice thing to have.

Talking with you again is nice. I missed it.

Hmm. I'm pretty sure that's it for now.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Can't keep my brain where it needs to be, but most likely that's because I'm sick.

Bought make-up and remover with Megan (we dragged Robert with us, poor man). Pretty colors, very subtle, and they look good on me. I bought mascara, too. It's a really dark green, which is supposed to bring out green eyes. This remains to be seen.

Kim and I went to the studio after class tonight, with Laurianna and Kyer(?) I dunno how to spell it, but they are a cute couple anyway. He likes Orgy, apparently, which gives him cool points. I used to be best friends with Laurianna, and I'm not sure I am spelling her name correctly, either...
The guy who has a studio across from Kim's was on a date with a girl (named Kirsten! Gasp!), and it's the first time I've seen him of all the times I've gone with Kim to the studio. It was nice because I got to tell him that I admire his work, and which one of the pieces I look at a lot, and then. Drum roll. He gave it to me. Booya! Cool arts for Kyrie!
Kim and I seem to have artists' block. I did an okay sketch in class (based on Kyer, oddly enough), and that palm tree looked cool, but...eh. I'm just not on it tonight I guess. Too much on my mind.
On the way home I got paint on my favorite jeans while holding a can of brushes for Kim, but it's just a tiny spot and I scrubbed it right away, so I think it will be alright. This, too, remains to be seen, as they are in the washer getting the soap rinsed out.

On a related note: don't let me keep forgetting to mend the pockets on my khaki pants. I only have one pair, and I need to mix it up a little with my jeans.

Feel Good, Inc. (Gorillaz) and Ordinary World (Duran Duran) have alternately been stuck in my head lately. The video thing for Feel Good, Inc. is awesome, as are most of the Gorillaz videos. Here's the link I got on Machall. If it works, rock on. If not, sorry.

Bleh...headache.

I feel like talking, but not in IM's, I want to talk to some one. I don't care if my throat hurts and my voice wanders in and out of varying levels of huskiness. I'm tired of being the only night owl in this neck of the woods.

I commented in the class tonight, and started to shake. My voice threatened to fail me, not from the sickness, though. My heart was beating so hard and fast. Why is it that I only have problems speaking in public when I'm in that class?

-Kchano <((_-)>

It's poems like this one that make me think I could maybe publish a book of poems one day.

I seriously need to be asleep right now.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Miklos in all his sculpey robotic (and slightly blurry) glory.

-Kchano <((_-)>

It is not easy to type around Ian. He's in the seat with me, listening to Bicycle Race by Queen, and I am trying to type at a weird angle.

Went to a pirate party last night. I dance a lot, and much fun was had by all. We got there too late for the costume contest, which is the main reason we had for going...we should have won. Ian is trying to type with me. "You spelled my name! Yeah, you did, you did spell my name!" he says to me just now. Oi.
Yeah, so, pirates. Kim, Kalo, Leslie, Liz, David, Mike, and myself. We all went in search of things for costumes on Thursday, and then we made them. David won, mostly because of his shor'boots. I'm getting a cramp in my hip from being at this weird angle while I type.
After the dancing was done with, a bunch of us went to Steak'n'Shake. A guy with us was from Wallahoochie or something like that, which was amusing because he kept slipping in and out of a thick country accent whenever he got really involved in a conversation, or in a story he was telling.
Got home after two in the morning. It took some scrubbing to get all the eye make-up off, and then I had a hard time sleeping. Kept thinking about things, you know? You're physically exhausted, but your mind won't shut up?

I learned last night that, apparently, a single date constitutes a relationship. If this is true, then Rob (not THE Rob, a different one who lives in Tallahassee) is in a lot of trouble with a lot of girls, myself included. If this truly is the case, then perhaps he can use his 1337 bagpipe skills to get out of such a sticky situation.

Seriously Julie, check and answer your messages.

Hoping my fake tattoo takes its time in fading. I like it.

Supposedly, the Gorilla Girls are putting on a show at FSU and I'm going with Kim tonight. I can never get ahold of Kim though, so if she doesn't call me I've got nothing to do tonight.

I need to get a good picture of the meremaid necklace I made. I'm really pleased with it.

Sometimes I wonder about all the things I write here. Sometimes I wonder what the point is in saying more than, "Hey I'm still alright." for the benefit of the friends I have who don't live here anymore.

Gonna see if Loran still wants to attempt WoW on my comp. It's been giving me lots of critical error crap lately because I still only have one memory card.
So yeah, if anyone wants to buy me a gig of memory. That would be awesome.

Meh.

Shame on you, James Taylor. Shame. Even though my mom had no idea until she asked me what I was doing with her music while she had some one from church over and I told her about it. Shaaammmmme. And then she was all, "Oh. Well. Thanks."

Somehow I go to sleep with no idea what's ahead of me in the coming day, and I wake up with the idea that I don't have to do anything at all, including house-type things. I'm not sure how it happens, but it happens. And then I have to stop getting frustrated with mom for coming in and politely demanding that I clean things. Is it really my fault that Anastasia decided to freak out and get big balls of fur all over the floor just a few hours after I vacuumed it? And does vacuum really need to be spelled in such a way that I always forget how to spell it?

Went out to eat with a bunch of people after class. It was fun. I spotted Kim some monies for dinner, which was nice. I will be glad when I have a job, so that I can afford to pay for people and then not need them to pay me back. I think that's part of J-D's problem. Neither of us minds either footing the bill or helping with it if we can afford it.

Caramel Hershey kisses, you say? Intriguing!

I'm thinking about Errol Flynn, as far as costumes go. But a little more feminine and a little more flamboyant.

Please keep in mind that potato salad is no good if the potatoes aren't tender. Doubleyoo-tee-eff, Debbie? Doubleyoo-tee-eff?
Also keep in mind that it does not matter how southern you think you are. There are still no words to describe how utterly disgusting mostly raw bacon is. Things like this only make being a vegetarian look even better than before. A great big doubleyoo-tee-eff dedicated to you, Dustin.
P.S.: Mixing all your food together so that it's just a big plate of messy-gross-all-the-same-flavor-mush also doesn't make you more southern.
Okay, I'm done.

-Kchano <((_-)>

Hoowa! Wyatt has been taking up a great deal of my attention lately. He was having trouble keeping warm and was turning blue, and his white blood cell count was nearly twice what it should be. He's alright now. Just angry, because he was "circ'd" last night. Poor boy.
According to mom, his eyes are brown, and they looked brown to me the only time I saw them open, but everyone else agrees that they are slate grey. Hmm. I hope they turn brown, though. We need more brown eyes in the family. Or green. I'm partial to green for obvious reasons.

Watched Garden State with Megan, Melissa, Debbie (not my sister, though, the other Debbie), and for part of the time Robert was there. I've discovered that I don't always agree with Hchano about movies.

I'm going to bug J-D into taking me to Cosmic Cat tomorrow. I was going to try for tonight, but I just realized I have something to do on Tuesdays now. xD;

I should start with the e-mails to Anthony again. We used to send each other these long, rambling e-mails, and it was nice.

But yeah, Julie. Need to talk to her about when she can get together with me, and Blayne and the rest of the Europe group. I think Keath and Forrest? I wouldn't bother to type it all out so much, but it helps me remember.

Got some painting done with Kim. And I need a pirate costume. Hmm.

-Kchano <((_-)>

03/24/05 12:46pm
8 pounds, 6.4 ounces
21.5 inches long
His eyes are already turning brown. He's got a dimple in his chin. And he is beautiful.

-Aunt Kyrstan <((_-)>

Lars should just. Like. Send all of his music to me. Because that would rock.

Mom is making pancakes. Score!

Debbie and Dustin randomly showed up a while ago, and I was the only one up. They knocked on my window. I was hoping it was Kim come to snatch me off in the night (or doomearly morning) to do something because she's the only person I could think of who'd randomly come a-knockin' at my window, but obviously was not. Debbie'd forgotten her house key. So I guess it's a good thing that I couldn't sleep. Something keeps nagging at me whenever I try. It was Batalha that eventually got me up, and the Garden State soundtrack that kept me up.

I watched McKinley for a long time yesterday. For the most part it was nice. We went to see the trucks, but it was starting to get rainy and I decided it was a good time to head back before we got to see any of the trucks. McKinley made his I'm-really-bad-at-fake-crying sniffly sounds, and I did my best to ignore them and keep on with finding answers to his near-constant string of why's.

My jaw aches.

I can go long periods of time without thinking about what happened. +blocking things out points!

Too bad we don't have any bacon. Pancakes and bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. I think I will go make some cocoa.

EDIT: Designed a shirt for McKinley to wear tomorrow, on Leslie's request.

-Kchano <((_-)>

People in WoW need to friggin' stop hitting on me. Just because I'm willing to party up with some one for the sake of staying alive doesn't mean I'm automatically obligated to fall in love with them after half an hour of killing monsters in a game.

Speaking of WoW, it made me happy when "Celeborn has defeated Drizzturden in a duel" was announced for all Iron Forge to see. Booyah! Tolkien beats Wizards of the Coast any day of the week, and don't you forget it! Of course, they're both idiots for choosing those names, but still.

Completely forgot that the twentieth of March was Hchano's birthday. I thought it was the twenty-first of...something. Some month early in the year. I think maybe I thought it was February? In which case...I forgot it anyway. I do have a present for her, which I started before her actual birthday and have yet to finish.

Painted with Kim last night. I'm really happy with the results. Since I still have Debbie's camera, I need to get to the studio again and take pictures, both for Kim and for myself.

Well! J-D now has a truck. We bought it from Whitmyer Biomechanics, the company Russ works for, and that J-D used to work for...and that he might work at again, but I'm not sure what's going on with that. Anyway, he has a mode of transportation. +mobility points.

I'm going to swallow my fear and learn to drive. We still have Debbie's car, so...+mobility points again! Highfives!

I can't decide if I like Pink Floyd or not. This CD has some really awesome parts in it, but I don't like all of it and can't really remember much of the music in The Wall, so I'll have to expose myself to more Pink Floyd before I make a definitive choice about it.

EDIT: Wrote this the other day and submitted it to deviant art, and completely forgot to post it in my GJ until now. I wrote it after finishing The Winter of Our Discontent, which mentions the Hans Christian Anderson story about a king who whispers his secrets into a well.

-Kchano <((_-)>

<3 The Dark Crystal. I randomly went through a great deal of the m usic on my computer and found Trip Like I Do by Crystal Method, and in case you don't know, it has clips from the beginning of afore-said movie. +happy nostalgia points, hoowa!

My robot is falling apart, and this makes me very sad. However, my dinosaur is coming along nicely. I've decided that the robot shall be named Miklos, and the dinosaur will be named Lars. Sorry 'bout the switch, but I figured since I'm permanently borrowing Lars' name for a sculpture, I may as well ask him what his preference is. Unfortunately, I have a hard time telling his sincerity and sarcasm apart. But oh well. Lars the dinosaur, I solemly swear to give you arms and a head!

Wow, two paragraphs ending in exclaimation points in one entry while I'm in the middle of a depression spike? What is this journal coming to?

Slept for an inhuman amount of time yesterday, and was still tired today. Church was kind of boring until the very end. Kim gave one of the lessons, and while I admit that it wasn't quite as good as the other one she gave, it still gave me a kick in the right direction and that is what matters.

Because I am not too handy with HTML and cannot make myself a new layout, I tweak what I can, and have changed the little texts that pop up when a link is hovered over (just on journal links, though), and added a link to Ashleigh's journal. I'm thinking of taking the quotes down. Not sure, though.

Four days, people. Four days, and I will have another nephew. Wyatt Jackson Schrader. Exciting stuff, raising some inner conflicts over whether I should get my act together and stay home with mom to help her out while going to school, or if I should get my act together and move out while going to school. Personally, I think that the only reason to move out would be to earn whatever respect I would get for not living at home. But TCC is within a very short distance of this house, and my parents would probably charge a lot less in rent than anyone else would. And my mom needs me. I find that much more important than social status, but I also want to try my wings. Mayhap the trip this ennd-of-summer/beginning-of-fall will help.

Painting at some point with Kim tonight, maybe. Good stuff. We've been planning it for several weeks but things always come up. Hopefully tonight, though.

-Kchano <((_-)>

I'm not giving up on Tolstoy, I'm just taking a break from him for a while. I have until the twenty-eighth to finish the books I checked out, and he's holding up the proceedings. I can finish the ones I have left, turn them in, and then check him out again. See, I've already renewed them once, and I hate to keep renewing all of them just for one [800+ page] book. Incidentally: Steinbeck is good stuff.

Feel low and sick lately. I've even been hard on McKinley, and I always hate myself for that, even though he forgives me right away. Wouldn't it be great to fet over things as quickly as three-year-olds do? I can only hope that I'll have mellowed out a lot by the time he's old enough to resent me for things like that.

ATENÇÃO J-VILLE (but mostly Ashleigh): My mom is going on a trip to the north-westerly regions, and this will involve a trip to the Jacksonville airport x2.
She's leaving on April 26th and getting back on May 2. I can stow away in the vehicle, and will thus be in Jacksonville. So if, say, Ashleigh were to be at the airport. We could make our exchange. Or something. If either of those days would work, let me know and I'll get times.

Oh, Batalha. When I'm brave enough I'll start from scratch and make you so much better. Soon. I promise.

I'm writing to you. All the things I've tried to say and couldn't because you talked back and changed the subject. All the things you were too busy to listen to. I'm writing them down, and I'm not sure if I'm doing it for you or for myself. I'm not even sure I'll write just to you. But I know it will be vague and over everyone's head but mine (and sometimes over mine, too), but that's alright. That's how I am. And I'm getting used to it.

-Kchano <((_e)>

McKinley's birthday party was today. At the last minute (seriously, I was making it in the car on the way there) I made him a card shaped like a volcano. I was really pleased with it, but it wasn't an actual toy, so McKinley's attention wasn't held for more than a moment. Still, I know now that I can make volcano-shaped cards. And ladybug ones. I made one of those for Helena on her birthday. I also discovered that they are spelling her nickname not Lanie, but Leni. I know too many people with L names.

Kristen's mix has arrived safely, so that's a definate rock on.

I've started to submit my work on DA again. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's all older work, some of which has gotten touched up a bit. I'm wondering if I should post it all with the 100x100 icons like I do on my GJ, just to force full-views. It is evil, but really...some of my pictures will look craptastic in the smaller views and I know that, with the few people who actually bother to look at my work, well. No one bothers with full-views. Maybe like, a dozen deviants out there actually bother, and one of them is me. And I only do it when I like a submission enough to look closer.

I made a reference to Rock the Casbah today. Highfives, anyone who loves The Clash.

Need to call Kim and see if she's busy tonight.

Also need to go to Cosmic Cat and see if Julie is there, and ask her to come to Germany with us. The more I think about it, the more I want her to go. It'd be very good to have some one that speaks German, and I don't want to be the only girl in the group.

Batalha calls.

-Kchano <((_c)>

Dear Diary,
Today I learned that boys keep garbage in their pants.
P.S.: I love Questionable Content. Sometimes it makes fun of indie kids.

I had to renew my books, because Tolstoy takes a long time to read. I like the book, but...800+ pages? Woahnelly.

I've been trying not to swear anymore. It works quite well, so long as Hchano isn't around. You'd be amazed at how vehemently I can dang elite aggros.

We had the new water-heater put in today, so now the laundry room won't flood every time we use the hot water, so that's good. We also had the kitchen sink fixed, but there's a worn-out part in it someplace, so it will break again eventually. Apparently we can afford to fix it, but not to replace it...?

McKinley and I hitched a ride with mom down to Kim's house today. From there he and I went to the pits and watched the trucks. Well, we went to the pits with the intention of watching the trucks. What we ended up doing was getting mud all over our shoes, and then trudging back home to make cookies.

McKinley is turning three on the tenth of this month, and Wyatt will be born on the twenty-fourth. Crazy.

I remember when I was a kid, I thought that I could somehow catch up with my older siblings, age-wise. My birthday comes before all but Megan's and Debbie's birthdays, and I got the idea that the earlier in the year your birthday was, the older you were. Something like that. I don't want to bother going into it. Just being rambly, because I always get nostalgic in this kind of weather.

Spring Break here, so nothing's going on. Kind of nice; kind of empty.

I'm going to get a new door. I'm tired of this one. It's got too much stuff on it, and when Wyatt's here and old enough to peel things.... Well, it was hard enough with the other grandkids. I don't want to btoher defending it anymore. There are a couple of things I'd like to keep, but they're removable so it's okay.

My robot's arm fell off, and his dinosaur friend has a body, and two whole legs. Now he needs arms (I have the wire there, waiting), a head, and a tail. And to be able to stand up straight. Maybe I just can't make things out of sculpey that can stand upright? Or maybe he'll be able to balance better once he has, you know, a tail. Which is something they hypothetically used for balance. Ahem.

Because I cleaned out my closet, Megan and Melissa took me shopping last Saturday. They tried on and bought a few things, but mostly we were shopping for me. Because I have nothing better to do, like say...sleep. I will make you a list:

1 pair of shorts
1 pair of pants
2 shirts (1 dress, 1 casual-dress)
3 skirts
And before that, yummy Greek food from IHOF (yes, with an eff).
The pants are comfortable and look very good, and are the most expensive pair of pants I've ever had. I rolled the legs up an inch or so when McKinley and I found the mud today.
Next items to be shopped for: shoes and more shirts.

And now that I've bored you with the details of my life, I can rest easy.

-Kchano <((_e)>

Strawberries. I've been craving strawberries lately. Mom got some, and I feasted ravenously upon them. I think I'll have some more. Maybe I'm low on folic acid? Like people who are depressed craving chocolate. Or people with anaemia craving red meats. Strawberries also have A, C, and E vitamins, I think?

My robot's arm fell off. I've decided to go back on the naming, and wait until the other one is built. Then I shall decide. I know the names will be Lars and Miklos. I just don't know which is which. Also, should the dinosaur also be a robot? Heavy questions, indeed...

-Kchano <((_c)>

Ian likes Ben Folds Five and Queen. His future is definately looking bright.

If I were a guy, I would do my hair like Gackt's.

A trip to J-Ville needs to be scheduled, 'cause I have an important transaction to make with Ashleigh (hey, I figure if she hates being called Ashu, why call her that?). She has some rather specific musical tastes, so I'm still adding and subtracting from her mix, but I'm fairly happy with the line-up now. The first draft was given to Kim, because it has a Muse song on it, and...Ashleigh hates Muse. Good thing I read her journal, oah?

A girl passing my mom and I in the car on, mm...Ocala? was listening to The Dandy Warhols, and it made me happy.

Girl Scout Cookies are horribly addictive and bad for you. A long weekend needs to hurry up and get here, so Luna and Rob can help me eat these before they're gone.

You know, I've had the urge to write lately, but it's always when I'm too exhausted to do it, or when I have to do something else first. Very annoying.

On a night schedule again, and I miss seeing the sun. Well, I do get to see it...it's just that I get to see a whole lot more of the moon now. Not that that's a bad thing. Ech, you know what I mean. Let's just call me a pale wraith and get it over with.

Always feeling sick, especially when I wake up. This makes it distinctly hard to drag myself out of bed, seeing as how no one wants to get out of bed when they feel like they have a cold.

Nick Cave is ominous and good in this song. But mostly ominous. This next one is fun...in an ominous way. Of course, the name of the album is Murder Ballads so it's not much of a surprise.

J-D is still on the computer I think, which means I can't play WoW yet. G'narg.

-Kchano <((_e)>

J-D was in a car accident last night, with his friends. His car is le total'd, but he and his friends all seem to be okay: sore necks and airbag burns, so they got off lucky.

I'm supposed to go to church at one, but I haven't been to sleep yet (I woke up at five yesterday evening), and I can't keep forcing myself to stay awake anymore. It isn't healthy, and I don't like to do it.

I speak at great length, with much animation. I didn't realize how bad it was until I lost a smoothie, which sucked because it was a really good smoothie and I had every intention of drinking all of it. My date was amused by it though, so I guess it's alright.
Yes, I said date.
No, I'm not kidding.
To avoid getting teased endlessly by my family, I only told my mom, because I wasn't sure when I'd be home that night. Turned out I was home before she was. Even though it wasn't by much, how weird is that?

I finished my robot. He's ready for his close-up, but I don't know how to turn the flash off of Debbie's camera, so when I try to take pictures, there's a lot of glare. I used some silver paint, see?
I also have no idea how to go about getting her camera properly hooked up to Fiver. I tried to, but no dice.

I wonder if it's still raining. Call me a hippie, but I love listening to rain while I fall asleep.

-Kchano <((_z)>

Just wondering. And posting this everywhere.

-Kchano <((__x)>

I need pants. Next time I get a cat, I'm calling him Mr. Pants, and I love you if you know why. And I love you more if you can get me the song.

--EDIT--

For some reason, I never got around to posting this until now.

-Kchano <((_e)>

Played WoW for a wicked long time today. Hopefully it's out of my system for a bit, but I doubt it. I was supposed to do laundry for mom today, until she got home and would take over. I did a couple of loads, but got distracted by WoW. :l But then, I got to play with The Rob on Horde, and then with Lunalovie (sort of) and the other Chanos on Alliance before J-D reminded me that it's his account I'm playing on, and he'd kind of like to play on it now.

I realized with mild horror that I haven't posted any art for a long time. This isn't to say I haven't produced any. It's just that...it's nothing I can put on my GJ just now. So I scribbled something.

I have no idea what to give Lanie at her birthday party tomorrow. Mom got her the cutest clothes ever. I didn't get to go shopping. For once I have money, and plenty of it, but I didn't get the chance to go shopping because I can't drive myself. Petrea is back from Haiti. I'll call her and ask when she has time to teach me to drive as soon as I can, becuase it's enough to drive me to mental blasphemy. I hate to do that even in my head.
I guess I'll just have to be, like, creative or something and like, make her a present.

Yarr.

Has it already been six weeks? I can't remember, and it bothers me that time can slip past me like that with so little distinction.

Can't tell if it's really cold in here, or if I have a fever. Most likely a little of both, judging from the feel of my headache. There are all kinds of headaches, see? And this headache is a sickish one. Ugh.

Anyone know where I can learn Icelandic? Because something in my psyche demands that I learn a language I will have very few opportunities to use unless I'm actually in the country the language comes from.

I feel like you aren't going anywhere, and it pisses me off. I put a lot into this, and now it turns out that you're wasting everything you've got. Maybe you think that it won't run out, and maybe you're right. But I don't think you are. I think that you're wrong, because the thing you're wasting most is time, and you can't ever have that back.
You aren't progressing. You're trying some new things, but that's different, isn't it? It's different, because the new things you're trying are just variations of what you already know. You're adding to it, and it feels like progress, but you're just piling it up, one thing on top of another.
It's like saying I'm making progress with cleaning my room because I'm putting everything in a pile, and the pile is getting taller. Yeah, there's more space everywhere else and I can see more of the carpet now, but that pile is not progress. That pile is nothing to be proud of.
And the other thing with piles is they get over-balanced and topple; they fall and make an even bigger, more confused mess.
The fact that you aren't going anywhere, and are still somehow doing better than I am makes me feel desperate and trapped and crazy.

Now all I have to do is say it to your face.

-Kchano <((_e)>

Mom and Helena have a birthday today. Mom is sixty and Helena is one. It's weird but cool.

I've got sketches and partial drawings, and paintings that need to be finished, or taken home from the studio, or framed.... Lots of stuff to do, art-wise. And I still have to name that robot and then paint him.

A great deal of the stuff in my closet is no longer in my closet. A great deal of it is in a big plastic bag, waiting to be taken to the Refuge House or some other such place. It feels good.

Figured it was about time to archive. I keep meaning to change the link, so it's just the most recent one. Not much point in keeping the oldest stuff up, because I like to think that I'm older and (somewhat) more mature now.

Haven't slept in a long time. One of these days, I'll get around to going over the links.

Got Miklos up to level ten. I still wonder if I should have made her a he, seeing as how I used the name Miklos...but it's ten levels too late now. Eh.

McKinley and I went for a walk down to see the trucks again, sans stroller. Don't worry, I wouldn't make him walk all that way. I carried him whenever he got tired, and checked on him a lot. He's still driving me insane by asking, "Why :D?" constantly, even after I've given him fifty different answers, but I'm trying to get more creative. Sometimes, if it's interesting enough, or if it's a word he doesn't know, he'll leave the subject alone. Which is good, seeing as how I'm not explaining the digestive system to him just because he wants to know why mom is in the bathroom instead of paying attention to him.

Almost twenty-four hours, and I have to make dinner tonight. I must away.

-Kchano <((__-)>