Something Alan whipped up to show our support for those in Iran

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I'm tempted to use this as a first dance song, but Alan and I don't play much Mario Kart. Onion THIS IS YOURS and you KNOW IT.

Good News: I've been really kicking ass lately with the whole exercise bit. I'm doing 30 minutes of hard cardio kickboxing followed by 30 minutes of a bellydance workout (OMGmyabsandarms).

Bad News: I totally over did it yesterday. In addition to my hour work out, I took Sketch on a long walk, and then did some working out with Alan too - so now I have the plauge because my body was so drained.

Goddamnit why do I have to BALANCE this shit *whiiinnneeee*

So I've been out of commission since Wednesday because of this crappy thing. Runny nose. Fever. Headache. Coughing up chunks of my esophagus (seriously that's what it looks like). Every time I blow my nose Sketch looks up with his ears all perked up and this expression of "Oh my god. . .seriously - that doesn't sound right at all!"

At least he doesn't bark at me when I blow my nose.

It's Friday. I wanna go do something. I want to get out of the house and I want this sick to get OVER with.

Save the Date BS has been made. Actually Alan made them - and he did quite a good job. Now we just gotta wait for them to be printed and shipped to us so we can throw a stamp on em.

Alan's poor mom keeps calling to see how we are because I'm a total douche and keep forgetting to call her.

Dog is barking "STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!!" must go shut him up.

I'm in LOVE with my new template background for mah journal. It's so bright and cheery and Eye Bleedingly awesome~! Yay for COLORS!!

huh. . .ever look at a word you've written and think, "That doesn't look right. . ." and then you check it and it IS right and then you're just staring at it in a kind of bizarre wonder? Hippopotamus does that to me the most. . .though it's a cool word for the most part.

Okay anyway - updates!

Got back from Maine recently. I was up there on my own working on wedding stuff with Alan's family - but no Alan. I was a sad, sad Carrie for a good while, but my Maine Mom did a good job keeping me busy and on task.  Got a lot done for the wedding and I'm really looking forward to sending out our 'save the date' cards, as well as just calling Alan my husband. That's going to astronomically weird and wonderful all at the same time. We've started a blog for the wedding that'll help people figure out where the hell they can stay, and how they can save money on travel costs, what activities and stuff is going to be going on that weekend aside from our wedding. You can see pictures of the people that are going to work our wedding, food/photographer/officiants etc so that people know who the hell these people are and a bit about them before they get to the place. Once the STD's, er. . .save the dates. . .Sorry I like calling them STD's because it makes me giggle maniacly - anyway, once they're sent out I'll post the link to our blog here.


Alan and I went to go see Coraline last night. First off, I LOVE that name. it's unusal but classic at the same time - so I've added it to my collection of names. (Yes I have a collection of names. It's spreadsheet file that has my collection of names entered into it, because I'm a freak like that and hey, names are always useful for naming kids and pets, but much more useful for creating characters). Anyway, I've been pretty excited about this movie and OMG it was AMAZINGLY awesome and creepy and cool. Extreamly well done and the story was fucking sweet. So PLEASE go see this movie if you get the chance!

Okay going to check my e-mail, call the photographer again, and try to relax some afterwards.

So, Alan and I have had it up to our eyeballs in apartment living - so we're looking for a house to rent.

I've spent most of the day brousing house listings looking for the right one and oh man. . i never realized how much apartment complex's really fuck you over. Right now Alan and I are paying over 1000 a month because we're out of lease. Why are we out of lease? Because we've yet to renew it - we're not entirely sure when we're going to have to move and paying 1000 a month is better than singing up for a 6 month lease having to move suddenly and being forced to fork over 6000+ because we broke lease. Otherwise we'd be paying some where close to 875 a month for our tiny little apartment with the cost only rising with each new lease renewal. The main reason we were staying was because of the emmities the place has. An indoor pool, work out room, etc. Problem is most of these eminities aren't open to residents because they're ALWAYS under construction. The indoor pool has been closed for almost a year now, workout areas aren't open except for hours the main office is open and you can't go in without a proof of residence and ID.

Soo. . .fuck that shit.

Alan and I have found several places we really like for UNDER what we're paying now. We found a 2 bedroom, with an office and large yard for $700 bucks. We also found another 2 bedroom for $500, though it's much smaller. Both houses are nice, close to work and in good nieghborhoods.

The holidays were fun, spent Christmas with my family and enjoyed that. Went dress shopping, which isn't all it's cracked up to be, and met up with friends. We're both glad to be home though.

Warning: Rant of a Spiritual Nature

Alan and I were driving back home from running a few errands this morning, and we passed by a church we normally do. It's a fairly large compound but nothing close to the crazy size of the huge mega churches that litter the entire city, even moreso, the south. To digress, it's a large church by many peoples standards.

Generally the presence of churches don't bother me. In fact I find them rather endearing. I grew up around churches, and I find the buildings with their tall spires to be a comfortable presence. I especially admire the architecture and art that goes into these houses of worship - even if I don't necissarily worship that religion. It's an appriciation for the building and a respect for the fundamentals of the religion it houses.

But there's something about Halloween that just. . .brings out the worst in many of the Christians in my home town, family, and sadly places around here.

As we passed the church, Alan and I found they'd errected a large black sign with orange lettering advertising their Hallelujah House wich would be errected October 2nd or 3rd. Pizza, live DJ - It's a PARTY! The sign sports a cheerful pumpkin below it all - just to make sure everyone knows it's Halloween themed (as if the black and orange didn't get this idea across in the frist place).

In my experiences a "Hallelujah House" is the same thing the mainstream evangelical crowd calls a "Hell House". I have experienced one of these "Hallelujah House"s first hand as an 8th Grader and it made me physically sick.

Well what is this thing? You may ask. Get to the damn point, Carrie.

Fine. These perversions of Haunted Houses, are houses of  fear mongering, hate spewing, underhanded tactics, used to scare people into converting to the Christian religion.

Here's the run down on the one I went to:

 You stand in line, and there you listen to people spouting fire and brimstone preaching, tellign you you're going to see first hand what the wrath of God looks like. Screams fill the air, and the random sounds of what comes from most haunted houses are heard. You think you're just going into a normal haunted house. Generally I stick away from Haunted Houses because I hate having shit jump out at me, besides I'd rather be the actor than the audience in these cases. However I was cocky when it came to this one, because a church had put it on. I figured the worse we'd see is a lame hell recreation. How wrong I was.

This wasn't a haunted house at all. We saw the evils of drinking because you'll die in a drunken driving accident. We witnessed the evils of homosexuality (which really bothered me), because you'd die of Aids as Gods just punishment. We learned that premarital sex was a horrible thing wich caused horrible diseases, and pregnacy. The whole pregnacy thing naturally led us into the 'abortion room', where we witnessed a mock abortion happen, and were led past hundreds of pictures of aborted babies. Then came the inevidable Hell room, where all participants were tortured and forced to suffer extreame agony for their sins, that the loving Lord of Lords just couldn't find in his loving heart to forgive.

Then came the real surprise. We were finally led into a room where we were sat down with individual people and told to accept Jesus or suffer the same fate as all the characters within our tour.

The entire purpose for the attraction was to scare people (most of us tweens and teens) into being baptised. The following weekend my friend reported that her church had baptised a huge number of kids around our age, including herself. The scare tactic had worked.

I admit that I had accepted 'Jesus into my heart' that night too. It wasn't because I felt moved by the holy spirit though. I did it mainly because of the pressure to do so by literally every grown adult in that room. I was expected to and if I didn't, I wasn't sure what would have happened, but in my little 13 year old mind I thought the most plausible outcome would be I'd get in trouble. I'd be yelled at and I'd be told that God would send me to hell, and I certainly didn't want to do that after seeing those people get tortured.

I didn't go through the acceptance of Christianity because I felt the need to - I did it because I was scared into it. I accepted because I wanted the adults approval, and I accepted because I felt like I didn't have a choice. However, I never followed through with the baptism because it wasn't my church.

My relationship with the christian church has been embittered over the years, and it wasn't until I really sat down and thought about it, that I came to the conclusion I started getting jaded pretty damn early. I was told in sunday school that pets and animals were not allowed in heaven because they didn't have souls. I told the teacher she was stupid because anyone could look at a dog or cat and tell that they have a soul, so of course they go to heaven even if it's not our own. It was the first of several sundays where I actually started questioning what my teacher was asking. By the end of it I was deemed a touble maker by her, and stupid by my peers. So no one at the church cared to hang out with the fat, ugly, brunette, non believer who throught animals had souls and was going to hell. I started pretending I was sick so I could miss church. I think mom eventually got the hint.

So, I think it's safe to say I'm rather annoyed with the evangelical community as a whole, but I respect that people have their beliefs and as long as I grin and bare it, any people who shove it down my throat will eventually go away.

People talk about the spirit of God and how it will move you when you accept him, but when people are subjected to the horrors of  these "Hallelujah/Hell Houses" the spirit of God is ripped from the equation. There is NOTHING spiritual about scaring people into a religion. It's fear based brainwashing.

I also find it really really disgusting that Christianity has taken a religious holiday of a spiritual minority and turned mass opinion around to make it into a day of "Devil Worship" or "Satan's Day".

For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm talking about Samhain. Samhain is a pagan holiday from the celtic calandar. it was eventually turned into All Hallows Eve and then, into Halloween. Samhain was, and still is, a holiday celebrating the last harvest, or blood harvest. It was when farmers would cut the herds, choosing which animals would die to sustain the people over the heavy winter. The goddess would revert into her last state, that of the crone or old woman (three stages of the mother goddes: Maiden, Mother, Crone), and the God would symboliclly sacrifice himself only to be reborn later at Candlemas (sound framiliar? It should). To many pagans, the holiday is also a day of remberance of those passed on - as the viel between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest. The spirits of those passed in the year are remembered by preperations of their favoriet dishes and practicing of a 'dumb supper'.

Christians borrowed heavily from the pagan religions, especially when it came to their holidays. They placed their own holidays over the pagan holidays to win over new converts - then they proceeded to villifiy and stamp out those who continued to practice thier own beliefs. What remains of the pagan traditions are what have been passed down orally through generations and only as recent as the late 1970's have these traditions been written down and published.

I remember learning about how Christians were persocuted for their beliefs, but it seems as though they've learned nothing from that - and still today religious intolerance, and intolerance in general, is a normal and encouraged practice among Christian followers.

The Irony is all of this is that Halloween night, is sometimes celebrated at churches under a different name. "The Harvest Festival", kids dress up, get candy, have fun, play games all within the safe enviornment of their own church. They've reverted right back to the most base meaning of the pagan holiday they continue to villify.

I also am most annoyed at the thought that the church is safer than your own neighborhood. It supports the notion that getting to know your neighbors isn't as important as the church, encourages mistrust of those that you live around, and support the opion that the only community you can trust is those of like minded people at a church you attend (because after all there aren't any child preditors at church, right? Right?).  Stories of children being poisened by candy, or apples with razors, and heroin laced halloween treats have made the news, and scared parents from allowing their children to trick or treat in their neighborhoods, but upon further investigation these stories have proven to be false, or told in a way that was incredibly misleading (for example: Kid goes trick or treating. Kid eats candy. Kid gets sick. Kid dies of poisen laced candy. Kids Dad took out $20,000 life insurance policy on kid before he died = Dad poisened candy).

So what am I getting at? Honestly I guess I'm just outraged. Christians, if October 31st is so fucking terrible for you to deal with please stay the hell home and read a book or something.

GTFO of my Halloween.

Last night was a really clear night. A nearly full moon was shimmering on the surface of the ocean as the warm waves crashed down over my feet. The wind was light, and played with my hair like most of my friends and family generally do. The tide had reached it's hight and had begun to recede. Stars. Moon. Sand. Surf. Everything bathed in a silvery blue glow.

I rushed out to the waves, enamored by them as I guess I always have been. Water is my element even if I am a fire sign. I love water, and I love the ocean and I can't really think of a time I've honestly hated the sea. I feel at home there. So I watch the waves roll in, and the moon's glow dancing over the waves. I'm amazed, and I'm totally focused on the sand between my toes, the sea foam splashing over my feet and ankles, the heavy salty smell in the air - so concentrated you can taste it. I enjoy the breeze and how it blows in my face like the soft breathing of a wonderfully fantastic sleeping beast, and the stars, a mess of glitter spilled over dark velvet and sparkling. 

That's when Alan said my name.

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Alan and I had left Friday for a weekend of sand and sun. The city, as much as we loved it, was making us clostrphobic, and the ocean was calling. Some people might think I'm crazy but those of us who have been to the ocean and connected with it know what I'm talking about. It's a feeling, almost primal, that just draws you to it. It's a longing you can't really explain - but Alan and I were both feeling it. We missed the ocean. So we made a point to go see it as soon as we could. A weekend trip. A short visit. A quick fix to our sand and salt addiction.

We'd planned to go to the beach the weekend before last but had opted out because some things popped up and got in the way. So when Alan and I came upon thursday of this week and still hadn't made much headway on plans I was to the point of just giving up. We went to bed thrusday night with nothing but a decision in mind to get out and go. Friday Alan made some plans and that evening we were off. The dog was at the dog hotel, booked for a weekend of fetch, fun, and food. The cat had her water and food set out, and all we had to do was pack and rush off once we were off of work.

Friday went by painfully slow. By 10am I was aching to get out. Alan and I carpool to work so Alan picked me up about 30 minutes early and we headed off to a destination unkown (or at least unknown to me).

It was well past midnight when we arrived at Hilton Head and our hotel. Alan pulled all the stops. Nice big room, ocean view, our own patio and the waves were just 10 yards away. Monarchs were everywhere, and the trees covered in spanish moss vibrated the air with the cicadas that sang there in. 

We slept, and the next morning woke up to a beautiful sunny day. We had breakfast, and decided to walk around and check out the scene, we browsed through some funky shops, talked to the locals and headed off for the pool as the beaches were full of a lot of others. Alan and I got some nice sun while we swam. Then dinner, we went to a small shop, and Alan picked up a board game. We then came home after picking up some beers and a few snacks as our dinner had been a bit light.

By this time my stomach was actuing up something feirce, and I wasn't feeling too hot. As we attempted to play the board game I smashed my toes under my chair as I sat down and JEEZ that hurt! By the time we were half way to figiuring out the board game I was exguasted and tired and was wanting to go see my ocean.

Alan suggested we go for a walk to wake up a bit and I agreed donning a thin sarong to wear around my shoulders in case I got cold. Alan picked up a short sleeve shirt and we went out barefoot across the sand dune and towards the pounding ocean waves.

I was in a short sleave black shirt, a pair of brown pants, no shoes, throbbing toes, my hair though brushed was not behaving. I had a fever blister on my upper lip. I had achne. I was sun burnt to the point I looked like a reverse raccoon. Fat. Awkward. Ugly.

"Carrie."

And I turned around.

He was on one knee in the sand, seaweed discarded behind him by the ocean waves. The loose over shirt he wore waved lightly behind him. It was green, like his eyes. The wind ran it's fingers through the hair that hung into his face. A box was in one hand. It was dark and all I could see within it was something brilliantly reflective winking moonlight back at me.

"Will you marry me?"

Recently I was pokeing around on ontd_political. I ran across a posting about the recent 'forum debate' that took place yesterday between Republican Nominee McCain and Democratic Nominee Obama. Apparently several members were annoyed with the answers provided from both party sides based around gay marriage.

McCain, when asked about the issue, spouted out the deffinition of marriage as a union between 'a man and a woman'. Obama simply said, and totally paraphrasing here, the GBTL's deserve the same rights as any married couple but through civil unions instead.

I got to thinking on both answers. McCain answered simply by giving a deffinition of marriage. . .and maybe that's the problem with the issue of gay marriage. It's the deffinition of marriage.

To many people marriage means a 'union between two people' and generally of the opposite sex. What gets everyone in a tizzy is the same sex part. Why?

 My first thought goes to religion. In every major religion marriage is a celebration of a couples union in the light of their god. Sort of like. . .a presentation of  "HAY we love each other! Can we have your blessing to stay committed to eachother forever oh omnipotent being!?"

To which said omnipotent being goes : "Sweet. Rock on you crazy love birds" - of course this is through the mouth of a priest. So the act of getting married is generally a religious ceremony.

So. . .if you think about it, marriage, the actual word, constitutes as a union between two people based on their religion.

Alright so heading off with that deffinition of marriage lets go with most major religions views of homosexual unions, which is a very general - OMG WTF! ARE YOU JOKING? EW! etc.

Why? Why does religion look so down on such things?

Well lets look to history. If I remember correctly many of the major religions of today at one time were repressed by many of the major polytheistic empires. In a great majority of these nations armies, some historians tells us, that having a lover of the same sex (ie. male) was a good thing and promoted by the general population because it made the soldier fight harder with a lover at his side. Mainly you'll fight harder for one another if you're both in a fight. It makes sense if you think about it. But again I could be totally wrong on this because I'm just assuming here. . .but perhaps the reasons so many of these major religions look down upon gays themseleves could stem from a general annoyance of those past and now fallen empires.

Anyway to make a long post short I was thinking that perhaps marriage is the wrong word to use when we talk about people getting hitched. Perhaps the best word for it is commitment, because that's pretty much what marriage boils down to - a commitment of two people to each other.

Perhaps the best way to get around the issue is to just completely change the government deffition of marriage to a civil union for EVERYONE. If you want to get 'married' you go through a church and in order to get the rights that your union brings, you have a civil union. A compromise perhaps. . .but it only seems to be the fair thing to do, espcially with the whole seperation of church and state. Marriage is based around religion - the rights it brings however are NOT.

A couple should be able to have the same rights despite what sexual orientation they happen to have.

The sad thing is, is that once we get past this. . .it'll be a small victory. It'll be trumpeted as a large victory but TBGL's will continue to be discriminated, abused and generally treated shitlly by many of the more close minded people of the world. . . .I guess I just want it to hurry up and happen so we can finally get to the real issues of acceptance within the TBGL community.

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I started my job on Monday. We make flash games and Imma their in house animator. For the most part I've been doing non-animation things, mainly because the final character design details had yet to be finished (we needed the character turnarounds and stuff). I finally got around to animating on Thrusday and Friday. I made some character builds and got my first check yesterday. It's nice to finally have a pay check. I went out grab some clothes because I have a horrible habit of killing the ones I own within a few months. Holes, tears, stains. No fun - but ah well.

It's been kind of a busy week. I hate how your body thinks its drained when you're only mentally drained - still I haven't slept so good in a long time. I think it's just the stress ebbing away for the most part, but I can't let my gaurd down. I have to work super hard. My contract dries up on September 30th after that it's open season. I don't know if they're going to keep me or send me packing, but either way it'll be something on my resume.

I work for two brothers. The oldest of them, I'll call him G, is the owner. His brother K, is the main programmer. So far they, and myself are the only full time employees. They have three interns, A, R, and N, who are all pleasant enough. I truly like R, and N, the most though because they're actually talkative, inquisitive and fun. A doesn't talk much and has a habit of eating only meat, bread, and cheese, that has become an office joke some how. I like A enough, it's just he's quiet, and that makes it harder to get to know him. I know he's a big christian, listens to conservative talk radio and rap, and he's been dating a chick that went to his highschool but they never met until college. That's a damn big high school. I told him about my school and how small it was. He was shocked to hear that my graduation class was only 50 students strong. His was over 800.

In the middle of this week I come into the office in the morning, and I help G carry in this. . .monstrosity of some kind of tech stand. I go to put it on his desk but he tells me it goes on mine. Then he goes back out to his car after dropping off some stuff and comes back with a Cintiq Tablet! He puts it on my desk and tells me to hook it up. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, a Cintiq is a kind of like a digital drawing pad. You draw on the tablet and whatever you draw comes up on the screen - but the Cintiq is special because it's drawing area is actually your monitor. So it's literally like you're drawing on a sheet of paper. The stand can adjust to varying angles and it's just fucking awesome. And it's on my DESK. AND I USED IT!! The entire day I felt like I'd been kissed by Sean Connery when he wasn't so wrinkly. *heart flutter and dies* I've never been so geeked out. I think I thanked G about a thousand times.

R, is a cool guy. Red hair, freckles, pale skin, tall and well built, and in possession of an awesome sense of humor. He also has a virgin taste pallet. The kid had never had a bagel for gods sake! I brought some in on my second day of work, and he fell in love with cranberry bagels. I've created a monster apparently. He loves tuna salad and has a habit of eating a crap ton of food with no repercussions.

N, is pretty damn cool too. He's thin, almost noodlely in his lanky appearance, and sandy blond. He's got two copper earrings in his ears, and has a habit of wearing shirts with interesting graphics on them. He's a total comedian, and has me and R, laughing as we work. He's mainly a programmer, but he can draw too, and he's pretty damn good to boot. N also has this. . .hair. I honestly think he puts more time into his hair in the morning then I do - but that's not saying much for me. I brush mine, maybe mouse it up a bit on the rare occasion. This kids hair defies logic. If it were on anyone else I think I'd want to kick that hairs ass, but on him it some how works.

My boss G, is a nice enough guy. He's generally pretty stressed though. Also tall, fit but not overly so, with brown hair, and a pale olive skin. He's married and his wife of eight years has a special kind of loathing for Brandon Frasier (so no Mummy 3 for him). He's patient, and I'm really happy about that, because I'm retarded and air headed. . .quite often. I miss counted my hours this week and put in two hours more. I warned him ahead of time that I was a special kind of retard when it came to numbers. I don't think he realized that my skills were that bad. I had checked over the damn time sheet twice and still made mistakes. Ugh. Good thing he's got a sense of humor. He's also quite accomidating, as he ran out to get us all lunch, on Tuesday. We threw some tables together and ate around it like a big family. It was awesome.

Wednesday I brought in some Sunflowers. When I came in on Monday, they'd put a cool little vase on my desk - which elated me for some reason. So I made it a mission to bring some nature into the office - of the large and yellow variety. They looked good, and my boss was kind of surprised how nice they looked and told me so. I had a few extras so I made up another vase on K's desk, and then a small one in a glass for whoever wanted it. G took the small one, because his desk was so cluttered. K wasn't there when I made up the flowers, and was kind of surprised to find them on his desk the following morning. I think they made him happy. It's kind of hard to think negatively with sunflowers around.

Speaking of K, he's G's brother. I would have never guessed. Where G is tall, K is shorter, and huskier. If they were plants G would be bamboo, and K an oak. He's just sturdy and strong looking. Dark olive skin he looks like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. He's got a much thicker accent than G. A good old southern twang thick and almost. . .syrupy. Black hair, but shaved close to his head. He and G, work out everyday after work together. They also have an interesting taste in music - mostly easy listening, which only puts me to sleep in the middle of the day. It's about then that I don on my headphones and blast Junkie XL or something with a nice energizing beat. Wakes me up gets me going and it's nice to have a second wind. Interesting how music does that. Apparently I have a habit of rocking out to my music as I work. N, does to so we make fun of each other.

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Alan took his car into the dealership today for a recall on some part in his transmission. I think he's getting the regular work done on it too, oil changes and stuff. We got a rental, in my name under his insurance, because he forgot his license at the house. After that we went out to lunch, home to pick up his license and then to the outlets. They were PACKED, but we got there just as things were starting to die off. So once I was done it was over with. Got some new shirts, and pants. Happy to have them too.

I have clothes to wear, a boyfriend that loves me, money to pay my bills and a corgi puppy curled up at the end of the couch looking really cute. For now, life is good.

Alan and I are back from Maine tonight. We got in early this afternoon and I pretty much conked out as soon as we came home. Poor Alan had to pick up Sketch from the boarding place by himself because I was just so tired. Apparently Sketch pouted as they were pulling out from the place. We take this as a good sign. He gets excited when we head to his boarding and seems a little put out when he has to leave. So at least we know he enjoys himself there.

We had a really great time in Maine. It was so nice just to get out of the city air. Summers in Maine are well known around the world for the quaint rural atmosphere, and intoxicating natural splendor. Most people just go up to Maine in the summers to enjoy it, but honestly I think Maine is beautiful year round (even in the gross wet and cold springs: there's just something about watching green buds peek out from under a light blanket of snow).

Alan had missed home so much and he was so glad to be there, despite the fact his parents had moved into their new house. The new house is built out of collected old boards, and various other old parts which were expertly put together into a new 'old' house. It even has those claw foot tubs. I didn't get the chance to try one out as showers were much quicker.

Swimming, picnicking, Thai food, puttering about the harbor, sailing, and grilling out pretty much every night. It was just so nice to just let time pass us by and to not CARE. Because of Al's birthday (he's 23 now ZOMG), his mom and I had a good time shopping for his presents. We ended up heading to his sisters place for the party. She made him a cake and inadvertently showered him with powdered sugar. He looked a bit like a reverse dalmatian, but he enjoyed the cake none the less. His birthday was small as it was strictly his mom, dad, sister, her boyfriend and me, but he felt spoiled anyway.

Before we left for Maine, last Friday, I had an interview that evening. I thought the turnaround time for the job would be like all the others and take a week (assumptions made an ass of me). Well I get a message in my in box on Monday saying: ZOMG You're hired! Come in Tomorrow! :D

It obviously got really awkward, really quick.

Me: REALLY?! YAY! I'd LOVE to! But I'm in Maine. D:>
My Boss: You're in Maine? Wtf are you doing there?
Me: Boyfriends Family. I Didn't expect you guys to pounce so quickly, but I can work on stuff here if you need me to! <:D
My Boss: Word. Here's some stuff to key out! Have fun and see ya Monday!
Me. Dude, I need the character designs!
My Boss: Oh yeah, About that - we need you to color them so they can be approved by the picky committiee people. Forget about that first thing and do this. HERE!
Me: No WAY this is movie stuff!! *geek out and color* :DDDD

Of course this is really paraphrased and a grammatical massacre.

Anyway I have to be in the office by 9am tomorrow and I'm so excited! Alan and I are going to car pool so we can be all environmentally responsible and stuff.

I've been pouring through a book called "The Wheel of Darkness" and it's not as satisfying as I'd hoped. The main character is this old inspector type and he's ZOMG GOOD AT EVERYTHING, and in general makes peoples lives a living hell to get the bad guy (which so far he's utterly failing at). This book has also made me decide that if I ever cross the ocean it will not be on a cruise ship or ocean liner not because of the stuff that happens on the ship but just how the life is described on board (to which is apparently very accurate according to some reviews). Some how, getting smashed at sea, gambling, and wandering glorified shops spending shit tons for money aren't my idea of fun - but then again I've been told I'm a rather boring person because apparently reading isn't fun or fulfilling in anyway shape or from.

Something I over heard on the Plane coming home: There were these two very blond, very athletic and obviously very well off college girls sitting near by. As I tried to tone out the chick throwing up in front of me, I locked onto them for a moment.

Girl 1: Why is everyone on this plane Reading?
Girl 2: I know! Why read when you could just watch the movie? Reading is so boring!
Girl 1: You'd think they could listen to their ipods, or watch movies on their laptops instead of reading. I just don't understand it. It's a brick of paper with words on it.
Girl 2: What movies are on your laptop?
Girl 1: Oh my gosh! Lots! Wanna watch that Justin Timberlake movie?!

Out of spite I went back to my book, and decided that the sound of the woman throwing up in the bag in front of me was just dandy compared to the tosh these girls were up chucking.

I can't tell you how many times I've overheard this conversation. It's deeply disturbing to me that some portion of our population cannot mentally handle the amount of focus it takes to read a damn book but they're okay watching a 3 1/2 hour movie which botches the original literary work into shredded pieces of it's original form. I just want to chuck a library at them while screaming titles of books and their authors. I'm fairly confident they would think I was speaking in tongues.

"QUICK ERADICATE THE DEMON INSIDE OF HER! She must be SAVED!" to which they would tackle me to the floor as I attempt to shove a copy of Jane Eyre up their noses.

End rant.

Anyway I must shove off to bed and try to get some sleep because I have work in the morning. Wish me luck!

I've been keeping it under wraps for the past three days in hopes that if I don't say anything I won't jinx it, but now I'm in the clear and. . .


I GOT A JOB DOING WHAT I MAJORED IN! :D

Mission: Obtain my first job

Mission Status: COMPLETE