11 posts tagged “camera”
So, yesterday after work I went over to Aunt Donna's for a visit, which was freaking awesome. Devin and I went for a long walk, hung out down at the lake, practiced a few magickal things, talked forever, listened to music, and then had a garage party with Aunt Donna and taught her some bellydance. I ended up finally crashing on the couch somewhere around 5am.
I woke up around 1pm and got some breakfast. Then my phone rang. It was Bryan. He got a call last night. His grandfather had a heart attack. So he rushed off to the hospital and was there until morning. When he came home this morning he realized that in his rush to the hospital he left the door unlocked. The place was trashed. My new camera and Bryan's laptop were gone, and everything was thrown around. They tore down a bunch of curtains, and my decorative fan off the wall, threw all the dresser drawers around the room and emptied the bathroom cupboard into the sink, plucked all of my skirts off the hangers, and squirted green paint on a part of the Psychedellic Jesus painting that didn't even mess it up at all. They must have been strung out on something to do such bizarre things. My sewing desk was completely untouched, aside from the little fan above it.
I bought a little acer laptop today, and I'm gonna just get a cheap camera with video to replace my nice one for now. I can't afford to spend a ton while I'm saving for a car. We're gonna ask the neighbors if they saw anything, and maybe check a few pawn shops in the next couple days just in case. Bryan's grandfather's in a coma. I'm trying to ignore the robbery a bit. They're just material things that are replacable. Perhaps whoever took them needed them more than me.
Or they were just fucking crazy.
Three is company tooooooooo!
My camera has arriiiived!
Also. On Saturday, Bryan and I went to a tantra workshop/celebration/raw food feeeast and became friends with some awesome people. We have a new bestie named Shakthi (he's from India and is super cool) who Bryan actually ran into at a festival too. XD He was heading the workshop, along with Iris, who is more free to be herself than anyone I've ever met. Halle (who I'm becoming friends with now, holy shit) described her quite well as being a spirit. When she sang with the singing bowl... god. I can't even describe how incredible it was. Needless to say, I sang with mine the next day, and it was unbelievable. Anyone who has a singing bowl and has never sung with it, it's something you should really experience.
The workshop was incredible. There were tons of exercises to open the chakras, raise energy and play with it, notice how the food affected different chakras, and just generally have everyone open up and become free to be themselves without fear of judgement. By the end we were all hugging and feeding each other (raw vegan) cake. ^-^ It was amazing. It was what kindergarten should be.
I have more to tell, but I'm sleepy, so I'll tell more another time. I still need to write about the drum circle at my last festival. ^-^
I've come up with a more responsible plan. See, six people are quitting where I work now: Lisa baker, Sonny chef, Melissa juice bar/register, Jessica juice bar/register, Cammy juice bar/register, Teresa office (and we're already sooo understaffed), and I reeeally didn't want to be there to pick up the slack (seeing as I already do the work of two to three people as it is), which was my main motivation for g-ing tfo. Buuuut I've decided to suck it up. Once they hire some more people and have them trained well enough for the bizniss to be a bit more stable (ha!) I'll just cut to part time. I decided I really need to keep saving up for a car right now, and because Young Bryan could split and go to an ashram at any time (he's a bit flighty XD), and I'd be screwed with all these bills and no jarb. LOL
Also, I bought this:
YAY!
I made maple cinnamon ice cream. Mmmm. I made it with macadamia nutmilk and eggs. And vanilla, cinnamon, and maple syrup. XD And I came up with the most awesome juice at work the other day. Apple limeade. It's just apple juice and lime juice (fresh pressed, of course) and it's like, the best juice ever, shut up idiots. When I had Little George try it, he said what he always says when I give him a sample. "That's delicious!"
Every time I make something new and awesome and Cammy tries it, she starts raving about how I need to open a restaurant because she'd go there every day. LOL But, that's really not such a crazy idea. ^-^ Especially considering the "I'M GONNA OPEN MY VERY OWN JUICE BAR" dream I've had since before I knew other juice bars existed and thought I'd had a revolutionary idea. XD!!
Since I moved in, me and Young Bryan have been playing with the restaurant idea every now and then, saying what would be good locations and mostly arguing about whether it should be all raw or not (which it should XD). BUT THEN. THEN-NUH-NUH-NUH-NUH! *ahem* Mike said his mom wants to try to start an organic restaurant, and they have like, millionaire neighbors considering investing. KICKASS! Me, Mike, and Bryan would totally all work there at least for some amount of time. XD KUZN! JOIN US!
My wisdom teeth are starting to come in. Which is not fun because I have to have them pulled, or they'll fuck up all the good that my braces did.
I went to a drum circle last night at a cute little CPS shop. Lindy, who owns the shop invited us when we were at the other drum circle we go to. No one was dancing, but I brought my drum this time. It was very different. Smaller, and more like a class. Voodoo Bob taught me how to hit the drum properly. He would start a beat, then everyone would join in, and eventually develop different beats until it was AWESOME.
Lindy's familiar is the most beautiful cat I've ever seen. I've never in my life seen a more mystical looking cat. It's got this stillness and poise that are so powerful and so... beyond intelligence. And at one point, we were locked in a stare, and it was at one of those angles (or maybe it wasn't XD) where its eyes were reflecting light in a way that made them glow. It has the softest looking, long, wispy grey fur that flows and floats like there's some wind about it that we can't feel. Actually, I noticed that same wind when Lindy walked close by me. Like, a tidal wave of energy that follows her around. And she calls me Jenni. How'd she know I miss that? PSYCHICS. GARGOYLES. EVERYTHING'S UNGODLY. Needless to say, coolest witch I've ever met.
I'm going to a wedding reception today. For Erin, my first yoga teacher who owns the place where Bryan teaches. She's also my bellydance teacher's sister. He got them some absinthe and I'm helping paint the bottle. I think I'm just gonna put different names for it all over, and maybe try to paint a green fairy. Whatever I put on there, I better do it now so it has time to dry.
Also. I still can't fucking believe deo and Mandy are atheists now.
And I got my card from my mom's, so I can start buying things online again now. Camera, dehydrator for awesome raw foods, new shower filter, makeup, silver wire, kickass stones, etc.
This weekend, me and Bryan are giving the apartment like, a full scrubdown. Every time one of us wants to do something, there's always something else to do first. Laundry, organizing this or that, blah blah blah. So, we're just gonna do it all now so we can jump into whatever projects we want to whenever. I MUST MAKE MY MANNEQUINN!
Anyway, TO THE BOTTLE!
I really have a lot going on. I need to make a list of shit I need to do.
- Mail Niki's box.
- Make a mannequin.
Call my mom to get my card.Buy a new shower filter.Soak some nuts for tomorrow.Fast.Put away my laundry.Buy a camera.Buy a dehydrator.- Look into video editing programs.
Expand wardrobe in a sexy way.- Buy makeup.
GO TO BED.Have sex.Study.- STOP EATING SUGAR.
- Buy kickass silver wire.
Practice bellydancing before class Wednesday.
Let's see how many I can knock off the list by tomorrow. XD
She's jealous.
Her husband is TERRIFYING.
Did she not know he wanted a change?
But she's already made something of herself.
She's made her funky.
Her funky hardcore bob.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Purr for the camera again.
And it's the sluttiest thing ever.
I don't get why she STILL cares.
It's useless to her by now.
Because it's her whole fucking life, IT'S ALL SHE HAS.
It's her funky.
Funky hardcore bob.
She swishes it around for the cameras now.
And it's the sluttiest thing ever.
IT'S HER HARDCORE BOB
HER FUNKY HARDCORE BOB!
BUT SHE DRESSES LIKE EVERY
FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD GOTH KID
Now, let me make this clear.
I have no qualms with her interests or style.
What annoys me.
Is that she's just like everyone else!
What annoys me.
Is her FUNKY
Her funky hardcore bob
That she fluffs in front of the camera again
And it's the sluttiest thing ever
IT'S HER HARDCORE BOB
HER FUNKY HARDCORE BOB
BOY TRIPP PANTS
BAND/MOVIE T-SHIRTS
AND CONVERSE
OH LAAAAAAAWD.
Aaaaah, fantasy.
ABOUT SHOVING GRAMMAR DOWN HER EDUCATED FASE.
Aaaah, fantasy.
Do you?
OH LAAAAWD.
OH LAAAAWD.
FANTASY!
ABOUT HER FUNKY!
FUNKY HARDCORE BOB!
BURSTING INTO FLAME
BURSTING INTO FLAME
AGAIN KITTY KITTY
AGAIN
AGAAAAIN
WITH THE COLORS
SO
UNIQUE
FUCKED UP INSANE STUPID GIRLS
AND IT'S THE SLUTTIEST THING
EVER!
I LOVE DAPHNE!!!! Best band ever, shut up idiots. NORTH EAST!!!!
Friday
1:30pm
While it is a day meant to celebrate our "freedom" from a much better country, I must try to remind myself that I should be happy about it, because if my ancestors had not come to this land and "mingled" with the natives, I would not be here to type this. Shame they won the war though, eh? Thanks anyway, guys.
Sorry it's been so long. First I spend like an entire week at Niki's, and was simply having too much fun (AND WALKING TOO MUCH. HOLY SHIT.) to type. Then after I got back home, my mom decided I don't do enough chores to deserve internet access. Fine, mother. I won't use the computer. But don't come complaining to me when you're sad because you pay all this money out every month for absolutely no reason.
Anyway, I managed to get it back two days ago (after spending the entire day pulling weeds and mowing the lawn) but I just couldn't be bothered to type until now.
So, during my week at Niki's (more or less) I experienced many things. There was walking. And some more walking. Lots of penises and drunk girls. (Aunt Sandy's bachelorette party.) Dancing ALL night (ending around 6am when I went for a walk). Getting invited to an Autumnal Equinox bonfire at my aunt's. A metric shit-ton of Pokemon. Pizza. Crisis. Parents sucking at being parents. Rain. Sun. Waiting four hours for Wendy's to open and then deciding not to take Devin's money. Sitting awkwardly while Devin and Chris ate. Walking. Getting invited to the bridal shower at 10pm. Tv shows about fat people. Being Aunt Sandy's "amateur nutritionist" until the wedding. About six more shit-tons of pokemon. Spending ten years trying to get a ride to the store. Flat tire. Walking in the rain. At night. Imagining being pulled over for weaving on the sidewalk. Hiding my cards for fear of them being stolen. Along with everything else I brought over. The Espeon-Charmeleon incident. Niki, the fairest bitch of them all. XD Amazing water from Iceland. Strawberries. Blueberries. Making the best blueberry pancakes ever with Niki. Poo that looked like charcoal from eating so many blueberries... and that's probably a good place to stop.
I felt a bit slow for not realizing it earlier, but I've figured out what I want to do with my life... as far as a first career goes. I'm going to be a nutritionist. I've been interested in how food affects the body since like sixth grade when my mom took interest in Somersizing (Suzanne Somers' weight loss eating plan), and over the last year or so I've become completely obsessed with natural health. And people are always asking me, you know, "Is this healthy? What about this?" And I'm always trying to push my views about food on other people, so what better job would the be for me than telling people what to eat?! XD!!! I just can't believe it took me so long to figure out. It wasn't until I started planning stuff with Aunt Sandy that it really clicked.
The problem was, though, that my college didn't have a program for that. So, I started researching and in just a few hours I found my dream school. It's an online school, so I wont have a schedule to work around when I try to get a job (SOON). It's almost the same price as Land O'Lakes. EVERY class is directly related to the career. There are no pointless unrelated requirements. You can work at your own pace, so as long as I can afford it, I can finish up faster. Anyway, it's called Clayton College of Natural Health. It's accredited by a credible-looking source, though the accreditor is not on the U.S. Department of Education's list. That doesn't mean that the material and degrees are not legitimate, though. It ony means that graduates of the college won't be able to participate in certain federally sponsored events that require the title (Ph.D., etc.) they earned there. I looked through the list and there isn't even an accreditor there that's for nutrition in any way shape or form. Fuck you, Department of Education. You and your love o'drugs. I may become an herbalist too.
I also met a lovely dragonfly when I was weeding the front flowerbed. I really wish I'd never sat on my camera. I still can't afford to get a new one yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to afford my books for school. My mom offered to help me with my books a few weeks back if I couldn't afford it. I may have to use the $150 that Cameron gave me for graduation to use for an emergency. The tuition is quite literally all of my savings. I'll have thirty-five dollars left. So now I can't even get a laptop yet. Gimme dat jarb.
I've started doing yoga again. I've finally managed to get myself on a... not quite NORMAL, but rather, an EARLIER sleeping schedule. I've been waking up in time to do this yoga program that's on at 6am on the Oxygen network, called Inhale. I discovered it after staying up all night watching infomercials one new years eve (or rather, day) a few years back. I would stop for different reasons. Either I'd have to go to school half way through, or they would replace it for a while with Xena, or I just couldn't bother to get up that early, etc., etc. For the last year though, my main reason was that my wrist has grown this big crazy bump, and it would hurt when I did poses that require you to put your hands on the floor put weight on them. But, I'm managing to do it without much discomfort, and I'm convinced that it's going to go away. I thought so for a long time, just because it would fluctuate in size, sometimes shrinking. But when Niki's mom mentioned yoga when we were talking about stress last week, I showed her and she said she had the exact same thing and it went away (after some years, but still).
Also, I walked to the library last week (which took about an hour) and picked up a couple books.
Tuesday, June 19th
2am
Currently $265.00 on ebay.
One of two (or possibly three) types of Hello Kitty cell phones that work in the U.S.
Works with AT&T, Cingular, and T-Mobile.
PDA.
Slidey coolness.
Camera.
Sim card.
Mp3 player.
Tons of kick-ass accessories.
I have no choice...
I WILL own this.
Monday, June 16th
5:30pm
You know things are rough when MY mother shows sympathy. She told me that she's sending Niki's graduation card early so that she can get her money now. How is this sympathetic? Well, Niki's mom is throwing her a graduation party. Right after her mother's wedding. When no one will have any money left to give to her. What. The. Hell?! If no one realizes there will be a party a thousand years from now (the wedding's not for a month, and who KNOWS how many times this will be rescheduled after seeing what happened to her birthday party), maybe they'll just send her money in the mail too.
Me and my mom were talking about how much Aunt Sandy (Niki's mom) has changed since getting divorced and finding a new bo. It's like she's reverted back into her teenage years and forgotten everything about her present life and responsibilities. Especially her children. She doesn't seem to care about anyone but herself and Brandon anymore. Sometimes her friends. Occasionally Chris. Since Niki moved in with her dad to get away from that attitude and Chris's torture, her mom seems to have completely forgotten that she has a daughter except when Niki contacts her. And even then she doesn't seem to care. It really pisses me off. Niki's been going through some tough shit for YEARS and now her mom has decided to just stop being a mom? NOT OKAY. SHE NEEDS YOUR FUCKING SUPPORT RIGHT NOW. I think I may just have a talk with her about this.
I told my mom the teenage bit, and apparently Aunt Sandy was a "selfish little snot" when she was a teenager. So, perhaps that could be the reason for her recent selfish behavior. Who knows? I'm just glad Niki's getting some money now. Maybe now she can get a camera and do funny vlogs. XD
5pm
It's the moment you've all been waiting for! Sort of.
. . .
You see, I've managed to find this tiny, shitty little camera that was like fifteen dollars new (like four years ago), and managed to get some decent pictures with it in a mirror. ^-^ Anyway, here you go. XD
Adorable, don't you agree? ^-^
These are honestly the best pictures manageable with the tiny camera, so please forgive me. XD
I loooooooove my dress! I feel like I'm cosplaying when I put it on, just because I'm not used to seeing clothes this cute outside of manga and anime. ^-^
Sooooooooooooo cuuuuuute!
You know you love it.
