Ok, here's the deal. I'm going to post real life stuff publicly, but all Harry Potter and other obsession-type stuff will go in the fandom filter.

If you would like to be added to my fandom filter, comment here.
I must be able to tell you're a fandom person or else no dice. Sorry. It's nothing bad, I just don't like to announce my insanity to the world, and you probably don't want to read it, anyways.

Ok, tomorrow in the AM I am leaving for the Chicago. I will try to jump in maybe once or twice to tell people I'm still alive and making people laugh, but mostly I will be gone off the face of the internet. Scary indeed.

I urge you guys to just comment with links to any lj posts or news you think I should see, as my catching up will be a long process which will involve skipping large amounts of journals I usually read.

I'ma go rock Chicago and San Fran. Well, first I need to finish sewing on a patch to my nondescript black suitcase, then spend some time with Mr.Ian, then sleep a few hours before my flight and pre-flight bout of checking to see if I left anything unpacked that I really need.

I love yous guys! See some of you in two weeks!

I've been so productive since Mr.Ian's moved in. He mostly seems to play video games, I've noticed. Most video games make little noises and sound effects, and I believe they are tuned perfectly to some sort of tone that triggers a reaction in my brain causing me to work my butt off even if I'm tired after work. This is a handy note to have around because it makes me do what I need to do.

I was thinking of doing laundry today and as soon as Mr. Ian  started playing his game, I went and collected my filthy garments for cleansing. I made him help me carry them to the laundry room, which was actually just an excuse to not have to walk past the pool alone, as it is human stew filled with a writhing mass of bodies closely packed together, and sometimes people in the stew will try to talk to me. Well, they sort of demand to talk to me, but I don't think they have much to say so much as they want to attempt to seduce me. Give it up, stew guys, give it up.

So, off I go to transfer wet clothes into a dryer.

I was a fairy today.


No really, I was a fairy for a few hours today. Friends were participating in a 48 hour film festival her in Atlanta. They were given a genre, a character an object, a job, and a line. Everyone got the same everything except for genre.  I'm not going to spoil the film, though, so I'll just leave it at this. I'll post a link when it gets onto youtubs, so you can all laugh and leave stupid youtube comments about weird facial expressions at so and so seconds in. I am going to see some of the films on Tuesday night. Ian was ok with skipping the screening because he'd get to see it at work, but as that doesn't help me much, I opted to buy his ticket for him as well as mine.


I enjoy being a fairy because it's really funny if a fairy accidentally curses or says "penis". Makes me snicker, at least.

Oh hey, what's up, my trip is next week! I have been a slacker as far as planning costumes for Azkatraz. Boo me, I am lazy. Actually, I've just been working on Dragon con costumes. I'm cutting the fabric for Jack and have started decorating fabric for Sally. I need to send Christie a message about that, actually. I'm commissioning a bodice from her because she makes the awesome and I don't really have time or patience to make a bodice right now. I just need to make sure our stylization matches up.

Random tick list!

• The Napoleon hat makes me happy, even though Mr.Ian refuses to even hug me while I'm wearing it.
• I don't like thankless people. No need for a big show, just an acknowledgment is nice.
• I hate when thankless individuals expect a big show from me instead of just a heartfelt thank you.
• Yes, I am thinking of one person in particular. No, I'm not going to tell you whom.
• Yes, some people do still say whom and afar and vestibule.
  
• Be forewarned, I can be a harsh loan shark.
• ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
• I'm going to try to go to Jareth's Labyrinth Ball next year
• I want people to send me some sort of mail while I'm out of town
• I love fake eyelashes, they're so much fun!
• I'm going to dress up every day of my trip if I can help it. I'll look someone facially spiffy while wearing comfy clothes in class, but have a cool change of clothes for out-on-the-town-ing
  

We made a Jewdapede (which is a  Jewish centipede ) in improv this past week. It's a truly majestic creature. I cannot wait for my trip! Second City will be awesome, as will Azkatraz, and I get to bum around Chicago and San Fran! Woot!

Now, lets play a game! Choose a character (any character) and find the worst possible costume of it. Post a shot of the character and of the horrible costume in the comments!

I started my Neapolitan Bonaparte* costume last week and am very happy that I'm finishing it up today. I know, I usually groan at puns, but I hold a special place in my heart for Neapolitan ice cream, as well as the man whose complex I share.
 If I can keep churning out costumes this fast, I'll be set. Next will be Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Xmas, but a pirate version of them. I'm going to go get fabric and supplies today. There's a huge Disney good guys pirate group happening at Dragon*Con, and it should be really kick-ass and fun.

Besides, what other paired costume is height and size appropriate for me and Ian?

I'm making a flapper costume, but that won't be hard. I might get overly fancy with it if I get the time, but I still have a lot of stuff left to do, and I'll be out of town for three weeks, plus I get post trip depression, so I probably won't hit the ground running as I should.

I love Dragon*Con season *happy sigh*
Oh, and I know I totally claimed I wouldn't be making Ian and costumes this year, but it's pretty much the only way to make him dress up. Also, I can make him do all the stuff I don't want to, like cutting fabric and sewing on buttons.

I'm finally liking work. After all this time, it's nice to finally not have it be a royal pain in my middle back*. My boss invented a whole new position in the store just for me. I am basically a receptionist and do not have to do any of the work that I hated before. This is awesome. I get the same pay and less duties, and the ability to sit down, doodle**, and help people on a one on one basis.

Other cool stuff:

• not needed for jury duty tomorrow
• have been working on commissions (Pokeystar's is coming along nicely!)
• costume plans are solidifying
  
• trip in a few weeks!

*I say middle back because that's where everyone else's butt seems to come up to when standing back to back with me.

** doodles will be scanned soon.

Things I've recently discovered I love:

1. Couscous. It is so fucking easy to make, and the flavored mixes that you can get in boxes at the grocery store are awesome. Mmm, five minute meal.

2. The "beaches" theme on Gmail. It looked unimpressive at first, and I didn't like that the star for marking emails is a starfish that doesn't really stand out all that much. But after using it, I was won over by the colors changing in accordance with the time of day. The little sunrises and sunsets make me happy. It also changes the entire color theme to match the background.

3. Airports. I realized I love airports. So many interesting people, so many possible places to go! It feels like you have endless possibilities at an airport, you just have to be brave enough, foolish enough, or rich enough.

I might have to do a hate post soon, but it will lack explanation because my hate has no reason.

Firstly, I would like to thank and hug every last one of you that sent me condolences. It was very much appreciated and every last one of them made me feel better.

Secondly, funeral update.
So, I get to the airport right after faire. We fly to NY with my mom being unbelievably bitchy at me the entire way. And this time I know it was not just me, I had multiple other passengers of the flight give me a look when she'd be a bitch. Yay other passengers. We get to NY, get picked up by Adam, who is the son of my grandma's sister. We spent the night over in the middle of nowhere Long Island. In the morning, my mom gets up around 6am and just starts quietly* pacing. I ask her to please stop so I am awake for the funeral. Sleep a little more, then give up because everyone else is up. I am given a bagel for breakfast and listen to Uncle Dave** tell stories for a while until it's time to go. Penny, Adam's sister, shows up to drive us and we all head down.
highlights for the next part:

• busy graveyard
• Penny wanted to kill my mom, too
  
• disorderly staff and late gravedigger guys
• they almost drop the casket and my Uncle Perry was about to kill them
• some ass hats walking by the funeral talking loudly. Perry told them to shut the fuck up and have some fucking respect.
• big fat sleezy lawyer was at the funeral, all he was missing were money symbol shaped pupils
• afterwards, bagels and lox for lunch and for dinner, and was sent home with them
• got a Nathan's hotdog in the airport and still don't like them, but it was not a bagel
• I miss NY
• I now own a lot of rather large and gaudy clip on earrings
  

I love old Jewish New Yorkers, and it's one of the things we don't really have in Atlanta that I do feel the absence. It was nice to be back with my family, but hopefully next time the circumstances will be improved.


*extremely loudly, because when slowly shifting your weight on old wooden floors, it makes even more noise than if you just walked across quickly.
**We call him uncle, but I suppose he's my grandfather-in-law or something.

Not a photo post

( Grandma )

If this roommate does not start visibly moving out by Friday, I'm going to let her know that the locks are being changed on the 1st of June. Seeing as I believe she's made a copy of the key for the guys she's dated in these three or so months, plus other post roommates, I think it is time for a change of locks.

In other news, I am most unfortunately sick today. Horrible stomach pains. And on top of that, I've lost my voice. Boo. Being sick makes me exhausted, I feel like it's 5am.


Anyways, enough complaining. It's time for a ( pic spam! )

Man, I've been really sucking at updating, huh? Just figured I'd let people know I'm still alive and happy. Hopefully I'll update about actual life stuff tomorrow, but for right now I'm tired and covered in hair clippings from Misty. But at least her hair looks good. I'm going to try something different next time I cut it. But hey, at least I got fruit out of the deal!
Yes, I do Kimba's hair in exchange for cookie dough and I do Misty's hair for whatever she'll give me. I enjoy barter.

Stupid roommates. It's like pulling teeth to get rent, and they're bitchy to me even though I'm overlooking the quite obvious fact that her boyfriend is LIVING HERE.
Yesterday I walk out of my room to discover that my kitchen floor is covered in soda. So I send Siha a text asking her to clean up the mess. I get a bitchy text back about how I shouldn't assume it was her. Well, she's the only one that's supposed to be living here, so I don't think it's such a horrible assumption. I told her to have the guy clean it, then.
I get home and the guy says "I cleaned your floor" as if I should be thanking him. He apparently used most of my liquid dish soap to "clean" the floor. It was unbelievably sticky.
I gave in and cleaned it with floor cleaner this morning. If he messes it up again, he's getting told off. I should probably try to get him to clean my toaster oven that is currently swimming in chicken grease.
Oh, and on the rent check she made sure to write "FINAL" in all caps. No shit, Sherlock. I fear what she's done to the room since she keeps the door shut all the time.

I can't wait to have Ian as a roommate. I had no idea how stupid people are until I started living with them.

I have pretty much officially decided to go to Azkatraz. Fuck yeah!

I am going to be even more poor this year than I was last year. But these past few years have been the best of my life. Phoenix Rising, Portus, Terminus, Dragon Con, Texasgiving, Tybee; all of it has been amazing and I don't regret a single one of them. The fun I've had was worth the money spent. And that's part of the reason I'm going to Azkatraz even though it's probably not a good financial desicion. I never regret spending money if I have a blast.

Speaking of money, I had the filthiest tip this past weekend. While working at the Pirate Ship I am dressed somewhat skimpily most of the time.
This guy is looking at my corset and asks if I can breath while wearing it.
I tell him it's not tight, since it's an older one that's too big for me now.
He doesn't believe me, so I prove it by sticking my arm down the side of my corset.
He tosses the wad of moneyhe's holding on the counter, says "That's worth a tip!", and slips his hand down the side of my corset quickly, then leaves.
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...WTFOMGBBQTURTLEPOWER?!?!
Seriously? I was just sort of shocked still, then I counted the money he'd thrown down. $27. Not bad for completely random violation of space. Besides, unless he likes sweaty side, he didn't get much out of it.

Spent some filty tip money on dinner.

Yay, my H2 check came! Not only do I get to be (hopefully) visible in a movie, I get money for it as well. This will go into the fun stuff fund. I still don't think I'll be able to swing going to Azkatraz, but who knows, maybe some other money will fall into my lap. Besides, me and Mr. Ian are committed to going to Disney for Halloween this year. It will be amazing.

Well, I hope Jeanne has fun at her first LARP this weekend! I'm out until Sunday night. Ttyl, internets.


A better post will come soon.

Oh, what's up?

So, I am officially working at the Pirate Ship at GA Ren Fest.  It is pretty much awesome getting to work with Foe and Christine and Bill.  I'm stuck over in the $10 shop, but it suits me just fine. It's fun trying to get people into the shop and trying to make them buy things. Despite my hatred of my weekday store, I really do like selling. And I get to be a pirate.

Other cool stuff is starting to happen, but I'm not going to jinx them until they happen for reals. The s makes it serious.

I'm being ignored right now by Mr. Ian, but I'm trying not to let that bother me. I don't think he is consciously doing it on purpose.