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The Indomitable Harmonster
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| Events! |
[29 Sep 2012|11:49pm] |
November 14th: Karatemania! Karate tournament at Whiteville High School. I'm entering the point sparring division, adults advanced.
January: (Coming soon)
February 27th: Cage match at Club Kryptonite!
Watch this space for updates.
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| Yes, I'm alive. |
[29 Nov 2009|10:35pm] |
For those of you not in the know: My laptop exploded. I steal Grandma's where I can, but I really don't have time right now to worry about the internets. I miss everyone, and will hopefully be back sometime after the holidays.
MOVING ON.
Carolina Fight Promotions recently contacted my coaches, searching for an opponant for a female fighter with an 0-0 record, fighting at 185lbs. Holy shit. My MMA debut is going to take place Saturday, January 23rd, at Bash at the Beach. The fights are taking place at the Myrtle Beach Convention Center, and tickets are on sale at etix.com
The next fifty-something days are going to be insane getting me ready. My life is going to be a living hell, but I'm going to be at my best when I step into the cage to fight this girl. She's a kickboxer. An out of shape kickboxer. This should be fun.
Did I mention that this is the very first women's MMA match to take place in the state of South Carolina? The sport was only very recently legalized here. I'm fucking honored, man.
Check out CFP's webstie, CarolinaFightPromotions.com, for more info about Bash at the Beach and any other upcoming events those guys have lined up. This whole situation is almost surreal, you guys. In less than two months, I'm going to step into the cage and start living my dream. I'm going to start my fighting career. Holy crap.
I love you guys. Everyone stay safe. <3
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| Tonight's about me and an old memory. |
[20 Oct 2009|12:26am] |
So, I'm fresh out of an issue that's forced me to think about things, and through the panic attack and the crying and sitting half naked on his couch while he apologized over and over for triggering me, I started laughing. Bitter laughter, the sort of laugh I haven't heard leave me since early highschool.
I'm twenty goddamn years old. Twenty. And while I can act like an eleven year old little boy a good portion of the time, I have witnessed, been through, and done more horrible shit than most people ever experience in a lifetime. It's left me with anxiety issues, mental hangups, and an inability to pursue many things I would love to. I'm a social cripple, 90 percent of the time, unable to function in large groups of people I don't know due to the constant, nagging, "What If?" in the back of my mind.
It has, however, instilled something within me that nothing else could have: It's made me a fighter. My entire life, I've fought for what I wanted, fought to keep myself and my loved ones safe, sometimes fought just to stay alive. I learned early on to never run, to never back down, and for that I'm thankful.
But seriously?
One I can forgive. The verbal abuse only served to make me a mean, boisterous cunt of a human being, given to agressive posturing and a guarded nature.
The others?
I want my fucking life back.
Fuck.
Every time I take a bitch to the mat and ground n' pound her, every time a hammerfist hits home, every time someone submits, every time someone gets knocked the fuck out, every time someone catches bruised ribs off a roundkick, every time I leave the cage in victory, I just wish They could know this:
When I fight, I don't see my opponant. When I fight, I see THEM, and I fight for the little girl who couldn't.
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| Shitty webcam pics! |
[24 Sep 2009|09:52pm] |
Sorry for the shit quality. I had this monster spiked earlier, but killed the liberty spikes to go train. Expect better pics soon.
Honestly, no one thought I would do this.
FIRST, THE BEFORES. Fresh out of the shower:
Back
Upper part of the front
One side
And the other. S'up, Thundercracker picture on the fridge.
AND NOW, THE AFTERS. FUCK YO FRIEND PAGES, I'M LAZY.
Back!
Look at that smug little bitch.
All the remaining hair chillaxing on one side.
Fuzzy headfuzz!
THE END, BITCHES. THERE, SAM, YOU IMPATIENT WHORE. NOW I HAVE TO PREPARE A COUCH TO GTFO MY LIVING ROOM IN THE MORNING BEFORE I GO TO WORK.
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| Well, that was interesting. |
[24 Sep 2009|11:27am] |
Been busy with training and work, and haven't been around much as a result. Apologies to those who miss me, or who I owe RP posts to.
Tuesday, I was reminded of a hard fact of this sport.
Kit-- third degree black belt, my age, started in it same time I did when we were both six but never took the breaks that I did-- came up to the dojo to train with us, and after class he hung around for a couple rounds of sparring with me. It's great, sparring with someone who can match me blow for blow, who has kicks as powerful as mine, and who's FAST. He's a better fighter, a more experienced fighter, and I learn a lot every time we step in the ring with each other. I digress.
After, we're sitting around talking with Mister Tony, discussing fights and upcoming events and an exhibition fight Kit had recently participated in that essentially left him thrown to the wolves. I admire Kit's heart for the sport, always will, but he leans towards a journeyman outlook on things, even though he wants to go professional, whereas I'm more like Mister Tony in that everything I do, I approach with a serious consideration for how it will effect my record, my reputation, and my career as a fighter. After a while, Kit got frustrated because Tony and I obviously agreed with each other, and he was having a hard time getting us to understand where he was coming from.
Long story short, Kit got pissed, snapped at Tony and then ignored him, disrespected him, voices were raised, heated words exchanged, I left the room, shouting increased, and ten minutes later Kit comes outside, looking like he'd been crying.
...We're fighters. We love what we do, but what we do is dangerous. As a result, there's a lot of heavily charged emotions floating around. The gyms we train in are often our safe place, our second home, and when things get intense, they get super intense super fast. I know Kit will be fine, and I expect to see him in class tonight, but... Wow. It's humbling, being reminded of what we lay down for the sport we love so much.
Two hours later, Mister Tony called me on my cell, apologizing for the unpleasant scene I was forced to exit rather suddenly from, and asking me if I'd like to come out the next day after work to train with one of his Monday/Wednesday kickboxing classes. Well, of course I wanted to!
Worked eight to four thirty yesterday, had the meeting about Starbucks VIA Ready Brew until six, popped into the shop, found out everyone was going out, went to train for an hour, and then drove to the County Fair with Troy, Steph, Melena, Greg, the boys, and Alexis and her husband. It was an awesome time, I got home before it was super late, and immediately went to bed and crashed. Oi vey.
Off to get my hair done, then go train all afternoon. Expect wonderful before and after pictures when I get in tonight.
<3 Love you guys.
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| jhasgshajgdhasjgdafffffuck. |
[15 Sep 2009|10:57pm] |
Turns out, our set schedules at the petshop changed today.
Guess who got up at six to be at work at eight, and didn't have to work?
You guess it. Wound up going out for breakfast with grandma, helped her around the other house with some stuff (STILL SICK OF MOVING FURNITURE, GODDAMMIT) and briefly napped before a quick business meeting about some of the property and onto training.
Andy bailed on me. I was only slightly furious, and am considering dumping him for Amos, who could do just as much for me with my boxing. And way more for my ground game. Ugh. Mister Tony is amazing. We ran BJJ drills tonight in class, and after he talked to me about my situation with my fight training. And by talked, I mean he listened to me vent, and said so much without saying anything. I love that man. He's my hero. <3333
OH GOD. Training tomorrow at noon before I go to work at 3:30. I'm sore.
Sleeeeeeeep.
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| -groan- |
[15 Sep 2009|07:13am] |
I love feeling like this. No, really, I do. It's satisfying.
Trained with Mister Tony for almost two hours yesterday before going to close Starbucks. Mostly kickboxing, though we worked on some armbars and basic joint locks for a bit as well. I can tell he doesn't really understand my drive to go out there and fill my precious little free time with as much training as possible, especially when I wind up juggling different schools to do so, but he fully supports me in whatever I want to do, so yay. :> My open-palm bag gloves finally came in, too! Neon green and white and oh my Gods I love them so much. They set me back 35 bucks, but I needed them, so I really can't complain. I usually favor Everlast gear, and these are made by Century, but they're still really, really nice. The stitching is good and tight, the padding is great, the interior super soft--except for where the knuckle on the pinky on both gloves rubs a little awkwardly. Wore them without wraps yesterday, since I wasn't hitting any of the heavy bags or anything, and now I have two little sore red spots in my pinkies to show for it. D:
Today is: Training with coach (I can haz mitt work, plzkthx?), the kid's Karate class, and my group Karate class with Tony. But not before I swing by Long Bay and figure out my BJJ situation. Hopefully.
Also, gonna' call my old stylist. My hair is the longest it's been since I was like in third grade, and I hate it. It gets in the way in training and sparring, even in a ponytail. I miss my old mohawk, so I'mma try and see if Roger has the time to hook me up with an appropriately badass 'hawk again. :3
<3 Offfffff to work now, my lovelies. Leave me some love.
(ps--Sick of moving furniture. Need roomies. Arg.)
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| Blarg, I'm dead. |
[13 Sep 2009|09:30am] |
So, we're looking at getting me on the card for a fight in February. Yeehaw. In the meantime, there's two events coming up that I should most definitely be hanging out at: One in October, and one some time in November. When my coach hands me details and dates and shit, I'll be sure to post info here, so if it's close to anyone out there reading this, they can come out and support the school and our fighters and the sport in general. <3
We're upping my training, so my weeks are about to look something like this:
Three days a week, I work with my coach with a heavy focus on my boxing and standup in general.
Two days a week, I have karate classes with my old Sensei. I also help assistant-instruct a younger kid's class right before ours.
We're throwing two days of BJJ into the regime as of... Tomorrow?
Also, Wade's brother apparently just signed on as our new Muay Thai instructor, so... Lmao. Looks like Trevor's going to be instructing me in Muay Thai at least one day a week to start.
I love everything. *____*
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| Mmm, life. |
[14 Aug 2009|03:30am] |
So. In the past week or so, a few things have transpired, many of them related to my MMA.
First of all, Andy Hall has picked me up as one of his students, a marvelous turn of events that my grandmother is actually footing the bulk of the bill for. We've already laid out the groundwork for a training regime, which begins in earnest this coming week. I'm meeting with a nutritionist on the 20th and we're going to lay out a diet specifically tailored around my likes/dislikes and how much weight I need to drop--A subject we're going to sit down and figure out in the next few days.
In the meantime, I've been instructed to keep a diet journal--something I had planned on doing anyhow--and to watch what I eat. Salads and oatmeal have been keeping me alive.
For my group classes, our Instructor's assistant is s'possed to be moving to New York for college in the next month or so. I helped with one of the younger classes, and, to be honest, I loved it. The little kids make me think of myself at the same age, and it's cute. It's also adorable to see some of the girls who are like just about to hit their teens staring at me in awe when I'm introduced as "Miss Harmony. She's training to be a professional fighter". It makes me love everything.
My grappling and BJJ needs work. Badly. I'm going to be working with my group instructor one on one a bit in the near future, and I'm hoping I can work out a way to train with Amos, one of the owners of the gym and a fighter-come-instructor who Andy trains, on my BJJ and groundwork in general. I used to be so good at it, but oh, the things you forget!
Also, I was sparring with the aforementioned assistant the other day and caught a jab to the eye. Fucking christ, my eye didn't want to stop watering, and all parties involved are frankly quite surprised I'm not rocking a shiner right now.
Oh, my life.
By next week, I hope to have stats posted--Weight, reach, height, all that fun stuff. Watch this space for updates. For now, I'm going to sleep for four hours to work a 12-hour day.
FML.
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[05 Aug 2009|01:10am] |
You're all a bunch of goddamn spineless cowards.
In other news!:
It's one o'clock and I plan on getting up in like four hours to go running. FML.
Starting a diet journal, too, because at this rate I'm never going to manage to drop a weight class or two. Going to try to meet with Andy to talk about setting up an intense personal training regime, and I really need to go ahead and get that membership at the gym he runs next door to the dojo. Mister Tony wants to work with me one on one some now that I'm finally all paid up on classes (lol, monies. :< ) to see where I rank out at after being out of the sport for so long.
In a perfect world, I'll be fighting in Florida within a year.
<3
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| Dear Fandom: |
[02 Aug 2009|12:54am] |
Stop it.
Summer break is over soon, so go ahead and start getting the sand out of your vaginas right now.
Do you REALLY care what a bunch of people you're never going to see face-to-face (unless you happen upon each other at Botcon, goddamn) have to say?
Quit it, this shit's annoying. At least stop doing it all sneaky-like and let the ENTIRE fandom see how ugly you all really are on the inside.
Me, I have real shit to worry about, since I can't be bothered with college. Like Starbucks trying to steal my soul. Or the Petshop being close to folding and our hours getting cut. Or my Hasbro job. Or running this ranch. Or fight training.
Seriously, find something else to do, holy fuck.
No love,
Harmonster.
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| Oh Gods. Kon was right. WTF, MAN?! |
[01 Aug 2009|12:42am] |
Having been caught up on everything that's going down in the fandom:
I totally agree with Konora's last post in her LJ.
SERIOUSLY, Transformers Fandom? SERIOUSLY?
The overwhelming majority of us are goddamn adults. Learn to use your words, and stop letting petty bullshit make shit explode. If you can't act like a fucking adult, gtfo the fandom, the internet, and life, because we don't need you around.
IN SHORT: You're not a goddamn SPESHUL SNOWFLAEK1!!!!!!1111oneoneoneleventeen if you're an aspie, stop hiding behind it and using shit like that as a cover for your douchebaggery. I've said it once, I'll say it again--If you're a fucking douchenozzle, just own up to it. No one's stalking you, 'cause guess what? You're not special OR unique and no one really gives a fuck. Stop fishing for drama. You don't have a goddamn degree in motherfucking everything and you never will, no one cares who your mom is, and you'll never own that sparkly unicorn that shits candy and pisses rainbows, sorry. Your fic and your art is nothing new, you aren't pretty, and as a matter of fact, no, no one actually cares who/what you did at Botcon 2009. Or ever, for that matter. If you have a problem with someone, here's a goddamn novel idea: Man (or woman, as the case may be) up and TALK to somebody instead of bawwwwwwing to your e-friends about how dreadful someone is because they happen to be fond of someone you hate!
Life's a motherfuck as it is, grow up and get over yourselves.
And people wonder why the fuck I'm turning fighting into a career. >:/
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| Mreh. |
[24 Jul 2009|12:50am] |
Fuck you.
You know who you are.
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| TF Meme! |
[13 Jun 2009|06:30pm] |
Stolen from Miraging, who stole it from Kon, who stole it from... *etc*
1.) What is your favorite Transformers universe?
G1, by far.
2.) Which side [Autobots l Decepticons] do you favor/prefer?
Decepticons ftmfw. <3
3.) Who is your favorite Autobot?
Ironhide or Hound. <3333
4.) Who is your favorite Decepticon?
Starscream or Blitzwing. <333333333333333
5.) If any, who is your favorite human?
LOL. Um. Spike, because he's lulzy.
6.) What Transformers episode (from any/all universes) is your favorite?
Heavy Metal War and Triple Takeover tie for number one spot.
7.) From your favorite universe, what's one thing you would change, if you could?
Transformers: The Movie would have never happened. ROCKS FALL, EVERYONE DIES. ;_; Okay, well, it would have happened, but with, you know... Less... Dying.
Except for Prowl, that douche can die any day.
8.) Do you have a favorite pairing?
Oh God. Too many.
9.) If you were a Transformer...
· Which side would you be on?
Decepticons. I'm too mean for the Autobots. >:
· What would you Transform into? Why?
Jeep Wrangler. It fits my personality.
· What would your Designation (name) be? Why?
Harmonster. Because that's my default. <3
· What would be your expertise?
Alien fauna. Here's looking at you, humans.
· Who would you get along with? Why?
Blitzwing, because we're both rude, crude, and socially unacceptable with a fucked up sense of humor. <3
· Who would you NOT get along with? Why?
Cliffjumper. D:< No one like that little fagbot.
10.) If you were transported into your favorite TF-universe, who would you want to partner-up with and why?
Um... Blitzwing. Because he'll use his mad football skillz to bodyslam you into submission. Harharhar.
11.) Who is the better leader, Optimus or Megatron (or neither)?
Ole' Buckethead, by a mile.
12.) Is there such a thing as gender and/or orientation for Cybertronians? Elaborate...
Gender, yes, in the sense of there being 'Bots like Chromia and the like who obviously fill certain cultural positions within Cybertronian society. Orientation? Not so much.
13.) Following #12, is there such a thing, then, as "gay robots"?
No, not technically.
14.) What is your opinion on Femmes?
I think Dreamwave was taking Chromia and her lot somewhere interesting when they tanked. >:/ In-Canon, they need some tweaking to really work. Most RPers fail HARD when they create femmes.
15.) Which Transformers-comic series is the best (Marvel, Dreamwave, etc...)?
IDW.
Oh wait, series? All Hail Megatron. (Also keeping this answer, because... Yeah.)
16.) Besides Marvel (it's already been done), what crossover with Transformers would you like to see?
...SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.
(Imagine it. YOU CANNOT UNIMAGINE IT. HAH.)
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[12 Jun 2009|08:57pm] |
Sunstorm: ... =D -follows Starscream around- So, what're we going to do tonight, Starscream?
Screamer: The same thing we do every night, Sunstorm.
Sunstorm: ...Purge the world of the unclean?
Screamer: No, you idiot. TRY TO OVERTHROW LORD MEGATRON.
(This short-n-sweet entry brought to you by the AU RP with Cyr, the introduction of Sunstorm to said RP, and the most amazing OOC Sidebar ever.)
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| "Light Our Darkest Hour..." |
[07 Jun 2009|11:43pm] |
So. After a couple pictureless posts to ihearttattoos about finding a decent studio in LA, I'm back from California with mostly-healed work to show for it!
Sorry about the lighting in these, my house if funky and I'm taking pics off a Dell Mini. Pics beneath the cut are fairly SFW, unless bare thigh offends you.
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For those of you out there who aren't sure, or who are straight up scratching your head: Yes. Yes, that is the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. On the top of my left thigh. Yes, I know it's an odd piece, and yes, I have a story.
I went to LA, on my first ever solo trip, clear across the country, for Botcon, the annual Transformers convention. I knew I wanted to get something done while I was out there to serve as a lifelong reminder of what wound up being the best week of my life. I've also been in a... Really dark place in my life the past couple years, and, at least for the week I was gone, it was like all of that just... Vanished. I learned that there really is a light, however small it might be, in every situation, no matter how dark. I wanted to get the Matrix done because of what it symbolizes in the Transformers mythos, and I wanted the quote because, well, it's possibly my favorite Autobot-centric quote ever, and it's deep in its own way. And it's about the Matrix, so it all goes together.
I'm beyond pleased with how it came out, as I was going for a more... Aged, not-quite-steampunkish look with it, and I feel that came across rather well. Done by Connor Garrity of Timeless Tattoo in Los Angeles, California. I'd recommend him, except for a couple small things: He's an EXTREMELY heavy-handed artist, and this piece was the most painful session I've ever sat through. I'm slightly concerned about a couple spots on this, around the outline and I'm still slightly bruised, but it's nothing my usual artist can't fix.
(Okay, I couldn't walk the next day, I called Phil and he was furious, and Connor wasn't much help when I made Jen brave Hollywood traffic to go back to the studio the following day. Urg.)
Oh yeah, I'm also the girl with the Decepticon leg sleeve in the works. Last time I posted pics, all I had done of my second big session on it was Skywarp's outline. Well, we finished him up a while back...
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All work there done by the amazing Phil Chambers of Hardwire Tattoo in Wilmington, North Carolina. I have another appointment with him in a couple weeks, to get Megatron done, and then Thundercracker on my birthday next month. Mmm, Transformers. <3
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| Posting from a NC airport--Yay layovers. |
[01 Jun 2009|09:41pm] |
Botcon 2009.
As I write what will eventually be a fucking huge blog entry from my seat by the window at LAX, I almost feel like crying. I’ve come to the end of an absolutely amazing week, and I’m sad to see that it’s over. My trip home begins… Well, fairly soon, leaving me with a couple hours to just sit and think about everything that’s happened since last Tuesday.
Fuck, where do I start?
Jen, you are incredible, and I appreciate your hospitality so, so much! I found myself in a bind and you stepped up to help me out and give me a place to crash for a night, and that was appreciated more than written word can really managed to convey. Also, our little adventure back into Hollywood was epic, despite my bitching and moaning and pissing myself over an over-bruised tattoo. Yee. A thousand thanks for you, ma’am!
Bekka! We finally got to meet and hang out and oh my Gods. I love you so hard. Thank you so much for the shirt, lady! <3 It was great hanging out with you and finally meeting and I know Sam is going to freaking DIE when she gets her present. ;D Hopefully I’ll be in Hawaii soon to visit the family and we’ll have a chance to hang out then.
TITS! Oh God. If anything about this trip makes me really, truly, want to cry, it’s having to part ways with you guys. Kon, Juu, amidoh, you guys are all absolutely fantastic, amazing, beautiful people and I’m gonna’ miss you like crazy. We have to do this again for 2010. I couldn’t have asked for better roomies for this fucking adventure, and I’m honored to have been chosen to fill the empty spot in room 818 with y’all. <333
NERDS! If you guys are out there anywhere reading this, I want you to know that you guys made my goddamn LIFE. Justin and Spaz, you were both incredibly awesome people, and despite still being a little gone when I woke up this morning to head out, I don’t think I could have come up with a better way to end the trip if I’d had all year to try. Street Fighter drinking games are the motherfucking win. Justin, I wish you and your wife all the best, and will be in touch so I can get pictures of your beautiful baby girl when she finally arrives. Good luck keeping Spaz in line! Vance and Dave, it was great to finally get to meet you guys after Zoe told me all about you from last year. Between the two of you, me, and Justin, there was so much great TF ink at that fucking convention, and I love it. So, so hard. Pictures next year, for sure!
Zoeeeeeee. <3 I’m glad I got to meet you finally! Next year you need to stay longer, because you missed an amazing last day. <333
Oh God. So much awesome that I will drop into a massive pic dump or its own community or SOMETHING sometime soon, along with my fellow TITs members.
Tracks invaded my personal space. I may have come all in my pants when he did.
Long Haul got on the phone with Cyr and made her life.
I got so many autographs. Ffffff.
Also, Peter Cullen is possibly the most amazing, incredible, outstanding person on the planet. Like an epic cross between your grandpa and motherfucking JESUS.
Everyone from the IDW team was just so chill, it was great. Big thank yous for Alex Milne for the Starscream sketch that I might have to keep now, despite originally getting it for Chad, and for Joanna, who is adorable beyond words and put up with a gaggle of girls raising hell in Jen’s apartment Friday night when she was ready to sleep.
Trolling idiot assholes is the best thing ever, and making dumbass kids cry is even better. <3
Last night’s Jager isn’t sitting so well on my stomach, and there’s an airport Starbucks calling my name from about thirty feet to the right. Someone with a crotchfruit just parked next to my uncomfortable airport lobby seat, so I’ll take it as my cue to end this entry. The next one will come from back on the east coast, where we say y’all without people looking at us funny. <3
That’s it from LA and Botcon 2009, folks.
Pictures come soon. <3
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| Crunch time! |
[21 May 2009|12:07pm] |
With less than a week remaining until my departure for sunny Pasadena, California for BOTCON 2009 (ZOMFG!), I'm frantically trying to clean, pack, prepare my animals for Troy and Steph to babysit...
Holy shit. Hopefully I can get my shift at Starbucks covered on Saturday so I can finish up everything I have to do. -dies-
So, as of right now, the plan is:
Finish packing by Saturday.
Feed the snakes, buy veggies for the Uromastyx and the Sulcata, check all lights and temps on reptile cages, move my boxer and her crate downstairs, etc by Sunday.
Monday is an early night, because...
Tuesday: DEPARTURE! Wake up at three, do the horses, tell all the animals goodbye, shower, get dressed, grab breakfast on the way to the airport. Arrive at like 5:30. Flight leaves at 7:15. Arrive in Charlotte 8:09am. Depart Charlotte bound for LA at 9:45. Touch down in LA around 12:00.
From here, I'm still trying to figure out my game plan. I'm waiting on confirmation for a tattoo appointment at Timeless Tattoo for the day I get into town, so, what I may do is immediately leave the airport, go, get inked, and then get a cab or something to sonofwolf's place. Which is where I'm crashing that first night due to a schedule mixup. <3
Tuesday? amidoh, Juu, Kon, and Bekka are all getting in. I think I'm just going to meet them at the Hilton. Cabs are pricey! (BEKKA, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I NEED YOU TO CALL ME.)
AND UM. From there, it is a long weekend of nothing but straight BADASS before I go home on Monday.
Oh GOD. I AM SO EXCITED.
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| LET THERE BE LIGHT! |
[15 May 2009|07:59pm] |
So, some of you, specifically those I talk to on AIM on a regular basis, may recal a couple weeks ago, how I was bitching about the lights in my upstairs apartment's overhead fixtures going out?
Yes, I have, finally, fixed this, and replaced all four bulbs with those energy-saving coil bulbs. Freaking BRIGHT, man.
Those of you wondering why the hell it took me two weeks to do this, why I opted to sit around in the (esentially) DARK for two weeks instead?
Movie!Bumblebee could stand up in my living room and his head would just barely brush the ceiling. I don't trust ladders, not even the not-very-tall kind. Nor do I trust myself to awkwardly position myself beneath the ceiling fans, unscrew the VERY BREAKABLE VERY HEAVY stained glass fixture cover, hold it with one hand, not lose the hardware to it, etc...
Note to self: Fixture covers are, in fact, transparent. Very transparent, in fact. Not opaque AT ALL, now that you have dusted and washed them.
Yes, I realized that no one has EVER, EVER bothered with dusting the goddamn things. Since grandma's relocated herself almost exclusively downstairs, I guess it falls on me to do these things.
SPEAKING OF FIRSTS:
I pressure-washed and windexed the windows on the front porch today. You know, the ones that... Aren't precariously positioned two stories up in the air over a sharply sloping slick metal roof?
It was then that I realized that no one has ever done that, either.
We built this house when I was eleven.
I am almost twenty.
D:
I am not at the Lamb of God concert right now, and this makes for an extremely sad Harmonster. I did, however, pick up my Decepticon wall plaque, and hung it in the corner of the living room, by my Comfy Reading Chair And Comic Storage Cubby. Seeeeeexy.
I owe myself 60 dollar, back towards the Botcon money, for said plaque and gas money. Ffff.
I leave in eleven days. Eleven. Days.
Holy shit, I have never been so excited for something in my LIFE, except maybe as a little girl before my first trip to Disney World with my best friend when we were in the first grade.
Fuuuuck.
So much cleaning to do before I go!
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| Open Letters: Angry, whining, and lots of venting... |
[11 May 2009|10:56pm] |
Dear Grandmother:
Fuck you.
No, seriously. Fuck you, you goddamn bitch. I am constantly stunned by how you can go from so fucking awesome ("Ohai, made you brownies, but not the good kind since you ditched the hash and there's no stash to raid...") to such an insane goddamn cunt in .00000001 seconds. Real mature, taking the car keys from me. Whatever, you'll give them back in the morning, so no biggie there.
Maybe if you weren't such a goddamn hoarder, you wouldn't be so worried about bills. Seriously, bitch. You hoard everything, and spend so much fucking money on shit you don't need. How much food is sitting in the kitchen to my left that will never, ever get eaten? Ditto the bath products that will never get used. God forbid I try and toss anything that's gone bad out with the trash--You'll tear my fucking throat out if I do. I'M A MINIMALIST BY NATURE. I can't even begin to clean up, because it always ends the same--Me, sitting on the couch, crying to Steph or Kat on the phone, frustrated and unable to do anything about it.
You'd die without me here to take care of you and you fucking know it. You'd lose the goddamn animals, and who the fuck would be around to love you then? I've stayed when your children have called you out as the crazy, drug-addled bitch that you are, and I don't even get a motherwhoring thank you for it, for standing up for you, for telling my mother to go to hell when she badmouths you.
Whatever, bitch. Keep telling yourself that you're in the right. But we fucking need each other, and you goddamn know it.
--Your eldest grandchild, and the only thing you raised with a good head on its shoulders.
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