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Monday, October 13th, 2008

sanguincarn

3:36p So today is hilarious My sister and I are parent-less until the 22nd as they left for a 10 day vacation on the 12th, and so in the mean time we have resorted to entertaining ourselves. Yesterday I spent most of my day at Gramma and Papa's, so yeah. But the last half of my day was making CAKE CONES. Its like ice cream, but instead of ice cream its cake. It was yummy and SO MUCH FUN. I got really excited when my first batch started rising above the cones and my sister thought I was either on crack or lame. Today, my sister tried to cut my bangs. This failed horribly and thus I will be wearing a headband for the next two weeks. I'm not mad though, I found it HILARIOUS. I couldn't stop laughing when she tried to fix it and it was wonderful. Here is a computer rendition of what my bangs looked like prior to fixing: __/---\___ Only not as slanted because I can't do that on my computer. But oh my crap was it very funny! She fixed it and now they're just really short. By the way, she knows I wrote about this and is telling me I suck a lot. =D So now we're sitting here, waiting until 4 rolls around so my sister decided to figure out if I smelled anything like her fish, which haven't been cleaned in weeks because she's trying to kill them...which is funny because she's in school to be a nurse and keep people healthy, but she's trying to kill fish. Anyway she comes back with a piece of paper that said the following: "My Essay: Does Kirstin smell like my fish? Well, is you subtract the 7 and then sub it until the equation of E=MC2, you will find 2 possibilities, the first derives from the word tsactux, meaning yes, and the next derives from the word BPSHIGY meaning maybe. Meaning that the answer can be either YES or MAYBE. -Amelia. 100% GOOD JOB!" So therefore, we are both dorks and this is only day 2. We have 8 days left together and we're already this loony. GOD HELP US ALL. P.S. She drew a stick figure to help her study the 9 regions of the torso and made it me. Awkward bangs and all. current mood: weird current music: "So What" by Pink...sung my Amelia.

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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

sanguincarn

2:56p HOLY UNFAIR BATMAN! So my Grandma's been really sick lately. She's lost a lot of weight (she's currently 96 pounds and is 5'5) and she's generally horrible health wise all around. Well it was her and Papa's 50th anniversary yesterday, and for the days prior I was telling Mom I was gonna go after work, and she kept telling me to call Dad to double check before going up because the party was from 2-4 and I wouldn't get up there until 7:30-8pm. Yesterday after work (6:30pm) I called Dad. Left a message telling him to call me back. I then called home. No answer. I left a message and left it because Dad is always quick to reply to voice mail. So I start driving up to Gramma and Papa's anyway just in case. Half way up I text Amelia, who is ALWAYS checkng her phone. So Its like, 7:30 and I'm almost at Grandma's and I get a text from Amelia saying that she and Dad were home and they didn't know if Mom was still up there or not. So I start panicking; When Pa died, Dad went up and stayed at Pa's without us. Mom wouldn't tell me if something happened to anyone until I got home or until we saw her next, and Dad and Mel are the same. I pull into Gramma's driveway. Their van is there so I go to the door and knock. No answer. I try to open it. Locked. I start to panic farther. Tears start welling up and I got those "I'M THREATENING TO CRY" hiccups. I get to the car and find a text from Amelia saying Mom was home. I promptly burst into tears. I was so scared of bad news at this point; nobody was home at Gramma's and Mom went home. Without telling me anything. I head home. I get a call from Dad saying he just got my voicemail (by this point its 8:00), and that they just went out and came back from checking on Pa's house. I proceed to spazz. They made me worry for NOTHING. I was so upset I couldn't stop crying, and then Pat calls me laughing at me because she only heard part of it fom Amelia when she called to ask if I was home or not. I did NOT want to be laughed at and was probably very snarky with her. Sorry about that, Pat. When I got home I told them to NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN. All I'd been hearing about for the past how long was how sick Gramma was, and they KNEW I was going to call after work and nobody thought to check ANYTHING. The one time Dad and Amelia didn't check their phones happened to be on the same day and the same time for the same reason, and then getting the message about Mom still being up in Dunnville didn't help. I couldn't stop crying and Mom kept apologizing to me because they didn't mean to worry me. How can I help it? I'm an emotional person and yesterday was, literally, the one month mark since Pa died. That was NOT FAIR. Not fair. Dirty Pool. Totally unfair. Yesterday afternoon sucked. Until I started playing Guild Wars. Then it was fun.

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Thursday, October 9th, 2008

sanguincarn

9:02p Saaaad day So today started off great; I got my order from CosWorx, which really brightens my outlook on the company after my horrible last experience with them. But then I took the first call of the day. It was a gentleman calling in because he had purchased two tickets to see Tina Turner with his best friend, because it was his turn to take them out...but he did not have the heart to go anymore. His best friend, the one he had known since he was a small boy, had passed away. He cried as he talked to me, and I tried not to cry as I gave my condolences and tried to get his tickets cancelled. I couldn't, but I did find a protection benefit that he had that could. He thanked me so much I almost started crying too. Luckily I got him transferred before he could actually make me cry. Then later on I had a woman call me, furious because at the time we purchased tickets we didn't mention parking passes. She was told if she didn't buy a parking pass ahead of time and she was furious with us...well with me, because I happened to be the one to answer the phone. So I looked into it; Ticketmaster wasn't offering prepaid parking for the event she was going to, and the prepaid parking passes had sold out, but you can purchase parking right at the venue. But that didn't make her feel better. She was still SO MAD over the parking...but the person who had helped her purchased the tickets wouldn't have known about the prepaid parking unless they did some digging, or unless they knew about the venue. So it was not our fault and I couldn't figure out why she was so mad. So I make it through a day where the highlight of it was talking to DJ, a snake-loving girl who usually sits beside me. We talked about Marilyn Manson's cover of "This is Halloween" and how Gary (a fellow, VERY annoying coworker), will never find a woman and he should stop trying. Then I start watching the Season Premiere of CSI because where it ended off last season drove me crazy and I wanted to watch the premiere. Well, it was a funeral. Of someone very important. I tried not to cry throughout the entire thing. God damnit, today is trying to break me. current mood: distressed

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killcore_child

11:30a You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots I occasionally feel like my life is a dam. The support is at its prime for awhile, keeping the water at bay. After a bit of time, a few cracks appear in the foundation and some trickles of water get through; it's something to deal with, but it's not an overpowering job. Eventually these cracks give way, the whole dam collapses and pretty soon the river lets loose on my life. Right now, I'm starting to see a few cracks - assignments, work, impending auditions of doom, the last bits of costume commissions that I'm trying to get I done. By the end of October the concrete will explode and I'll be struggling through an epic river of Stuff and Junk and Responsibility. Not that it's necessarily bad, I'm just trying to enjoy the fact now that I only have a few cracks. Plus, I know in the end that the workmen will show up and construct the dam again, so it's okay (I always picture them as Lemmings. Does anyone else remember Lemmings?  Mid-termy type stuff is starting to happen. Yesterday I had a test for my film class, but it didn't seem to bad. The prof is a classics guy, so the questions were actually leaning more towards the historical aspect, but that's okay. I've had one of his classes before so I had an idea going into it of what he wanted. Today, Emily and I are performing our scene study. For three weeks we've been working on it, and we're both glad to get it done. It's been interesting, I'll admit - Peter, our prof, wrote up three really short, boring-ass scenes (as in, extremely vague dialogue with no determined sex or background to the characters). Each scene is getting performed about 3 times by different groups, so each script is going to have a bunch of different interpretations. It's been annoying having to rehearse the same 10 lines over and over, but it's been fun trying to come up with a scenario that fits into the dialogue, and can support our backstory. Things like finding words that don't quite fit and finding a way to say it so that it does fit. After this, the students in the fourth year director's class are redoing the scene again, so that'll be another interpretation. I only wish I wasn't PMS'ing on performance day *grumblegrumble* Although I suppose it's a plus that my character is just waking up and is slightly less than intelligent - I won't have to act that too hard today lol. The apartment is still uber-fun and I enjoy the freedom, but now that both D'Arcy and I are starting to get burdened by school we're not so on top of things. We're still not slobs, thank god, but we'll wait until the next day to wash dishes, or we'll have to desginate a "you're actually here that day, so you do this" sort of attitude. I just feel bad because my schedule is more full class and work wise, so D'Arcy always feels obligated to do apartment stuff, even though he doesn't always have to. He has more schoolwork anyways, so he should concentrate on that. Gotta say, though, that the nicest thing of all of this is waking up an hour before I have to leave and only needing to leave the house half an hour before my class starts. I used to wake up at least 2 and a half hours before class started, and nearly half of that was travel time. I am in non-travel bliss :) I'm probably going to get something to eat - my 11:30 class was cancelled, so I now have a 3 hour break. After the obligatory chilling out and doing nothing time, I'll probably finish one of my novels and start my Classics essay. I'm actually kind of excited for it. He gave us a pretty broad topic: find 10 historical differences between the movie 300 and what actually was recorded to have happened. Now, I can't just do that, my thesis needs to justify or denounce these changes somehow, right? So I'm going to see if I can justify the changes by saying that 300 is based off a comic book, not so much historical fact. So I'll need to find particular "comic book" elements (a.k.a the Persians being, like, 10 feet tall and having an army of trolls) and argue for them. And yes, I AM a geek and that's why I'm doing this topic ^_^ Plus the fact that Frank Miller was the artist makes it easy....because everything he creates is somehow freakish. I love that man. And now, my friends, I must be off. Sushi calls. current mood: PMS-y

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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

sanguincarn

11:06a Weeeeeeellllll Japanese class is as fun as ever. Nishizumi-sensei is still obnoxiously cute and its hilarious how she'll talk to us in Japanese and only a select few of us (*coughthenerdscough*) would understand her little phrases (like... daijobu (probably spelt wrong), and 'ano' and a couple of other tiny little phrases for thinking and understanding), which I think is wonderful. Cutest thing ever, the end! There are only two people in the class who will try to read from out hiragana/katakana only textbook while the rest of the class reads from romanized printouts of said textbook. ONE OF THEM IS ME =D Which is rather frustrating because everyone else just reads it quickly because they see the translation, and we've got to take our time because we're trying to remember the kana. But oh well, we'll walk out of the class with a better grasp of things, yes we will! Also, telling time in Japanese is stupid. At one point in class I forgot how to tell time in english and that didn't help me trying to say it in Japanese. 8D Monday the rest of the class was learning the hiragana for "ma, mi, mu, me, mo", and the symbol for "mi" sort of looks like "21" ( み ), so Nishizumi-sensei, in order to make a little phrase that would help them remember, she said "Yay me, I am 21!" To which I went "Yay me!" to Roy-san. He laughed. Then a minute later he went "Wait, does that mean you're 21?" I laughed. >> Apparently I'm a youngin. I'm always a youngin T__T I'm a youngin at work and in both my classes. I'S A BABY IN BOTH OF THEM D= And I was so happy when I turned 21. Oh well. =3

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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008

sanguincarn

12:02a Wooo FREE DAY OFF TOMORROW YAY! -Dances about- So that means I get to do stuff! Like figure out what to do for Dani's present! I have an idea, I just dunno if I can pull if off...BUT I SHALL TRY. Also, I found out there was a Persona 3 Manga. I am a very, very happy girl. Guess who is gonna put her new and still limited knowledge of Japanese to work! You get three guesses and the first two don't count! -Dances off-

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