Glacialis Femina

Depression and Wavelengths

2008-01-30T12:05:00.001-08:00

I feel blah. I'm sick. I'm blah. The weather suck. I'm blah.

...seeing a trend.

Anyway, There's a ton of new artwork...

Just thought I should update so.. *flops face first on the floor*

No Mountain's Too High

2007-12-06T13:50:00.000-08:00

I don't even know why I'm posting exactly. I guess because I haven't in a while, and the last one was rather depressing. I don't want anyone to think I've killed myself. Not that anyone besides Z reads this anyway. But not to worry - no suicide here! I would totally screw up my life insurance. :P

So, I'm your angel.

Yep. Apparently.

Let's see... I don't really remember what I had said last post, but I got a job at the Winspear Centre. Nice job, even though it's service industry. It's sort of fun. And I get to sneak in concerts. Apparently I made my mom mad because I've seen John McDermott, and Chick Corea, and I will be seeing Rita McNeil.

Next to that, I'm applying as a lunch time supervisor for my old elementary school. They really need one, and I've done it before. Maybe I can make that experience nicer then the one I had. Mrs. Pallachuk was... evil. O_o;

Besides that though, I'm trying to pick up as much french as I can by myself, but I really ned to find a teacher. Same thing with the voice stuff. I'm never going to be an opera singer if I don't get some lessons. My voice is just too... unused now then it was before. I can still sing, but just not what I consider to be very well. I can still move people to tears though, so I guess that's always a good sign. And, moved to tears in a GOOD way, btw.

I haven't seen bleeding ears yet.

...oh well. I'm not really into saying anything else. I'm anti-social! :P

My Telltale Heart

2007-10-28T17:34:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I really should be starting to work on my book, but I feel like, the more I store up for it, the more will pour out of me when the time comes.

Plus, I really need a computer/laptop so that I can actually, you know, have a program to write in.

Oh, and I mustn't forget. I have competition: Some woman in Russia just released a Leroux sequel herself. Not good, not good, I tell you. This puts a wrench in my plans if her story is at all similar to mine... But I'll get her. I mustn't let anyone get the better of me on this. I need to get my story out even if it makes crazy little Russian girls cry.

So, besides all that though, I'm still sick as a dog. For a week straight now, this is just...draining the life out of me. I can feel myself losing weight because of it. I don't eat much anymore, just because...well, not only am I depressed, but I'm also just kinda' wasting away from the sickness.

I took a nap today, well, more like I actually passed out. I was so weak. About an hour later, I woke up, and here was the strange thing: I woke up because I could heard my heart pulsating loudly in my ears. That's how congested I am. My heart beat actually woke me up.

I'm dreaming about Erik every night it seems. He looks different each time, but oddly, he doesn't wear his mask in my dreams - ever. But he's always there. And I've said it before to my mom, but it's a strange feeling to sit there and think "I wouldn't have been good enough for him. He wouldn't like me, because I'm not elegant and pretty enough."

...Doesn't that defeat the purpose of me being the way I am?

Accepting no matter what the situation?

I don't know. It's all strange. But maybe my self esteem still influences some of my thoughts, and I do believe I have Erik on a pedestal. I worship him.

*sighs* But still, I can't really prove how much I adore him since he isn't alive anymore. Again, I have to wait until Paris. Wait until I get to Paris. Paris, Paris, Paris...
Only seven more months...

Besides that, I ...really... want to go to school. I'm getting sick of this ...stagnant life.

...and just because I want to say it: "Pustule".

He's going to kill me...

2007-10-24T19:20:00.001-07:00

300 F#^%@* Dollars!

2007-10-14T13:28:00.000-07:00

*laughs* ...I may be rather humble lately when it comes to my art, but I happen to be very proud of this one:

Original concept and sketch by Mah Hunny... I re-drew and took over! O_o

Seeds - Grapes - Wine - Vinegar - Air

2007-10-13T12:10:00.000-07:00

I'm fairly exhausted today.

I just really don't want to be trapped in the house, since I'll be working so much starting on monday - which I guess that is news. Good news, I suppose. Now, I've mentioned before already that I want to get a job at the Opera House in Paris. (Which technically, it's a ballet house now, and the Opera Bastille is the new Opera House... but that's besides the point!) Well, even though I've had experience in schola cantorum and acting and money and administrative... and pretty much every aspect of work you could imagine... I figured the good thing to do would be to get in with a theatre here. Looks good on the resume, you see.

I tried at Winspear (Which I was very offended that they hadn't called since I performed at their grand opening gala!) and at the citadel, but hadn't heard anything. Thanks to Nicole, however, she inspired me to drop one off at Jubilations Theatre in the mall. Sure enough the next day they called back for an interview.

The interview went very nicely. I mentioned my plan to go to Paris in the first three seconds, and I thought that that was probably going to doom me, but Georgina got a look of excitement on her face. She had just gotten back from Paris in the spring, and had been craving going back. I was hired on the spot. So I'm working full time at the box office there, and I might end up postponing my trip a little longer just for the experience. I'm not sure yet. I don't want to make any plans since... things keep changing on me. Maybe I'll be awful at the job!

Either way, it also pays to be nice to others in high school, children! One of the girls I knew in High School, Jen, happened to work their already (and is now my supervisor) and said that she remembered me. I was very nice, apparently. Thank goodness! I always thought I was horrible! *laughs*

Maybe I'm not as bad-ass as I think I am. *laughs again* But it's fun to pretend.

....PUNJABBED!....

Erik's waited almost 200 years to meet me in Paris... he can wait a little longer, can he not?
Oh, but why this crazy desire that keeps nagging at me to go now? What do you know, heart, that you're not telling my head?

Anyway, back to being stir crazy. Yes. I'm stir-crazy.

I've been debating on whether or not to start working on my novel. I really don't want to jinx it until I get to Paris. I think if I start writing a story that is inspired by Paris that it won't end up being very good if it's written in Edmonton. Yes, I do think that's just silly.

Either way, I have a secret: I'll be writing two novels while in Paris. The other unmentioned one...that wonderful little farce... That I can start writing now. It will be marvelous I hope.

As for life otherwise, I'm trying to amuse myself, but to no avail it would seem. I think my mind has shriveled a lot as I've gotten older. I read "The Masque of the Red Death" yesterday... and there were certain parts I had to read a second time just to make sure I understood. I even re-read "The Cask of Amantillado" as well, and even that one I had to stop and think a few times. It really baffles me when I read french based stories...just how much I cannot pronounce. Or, for that matter, do not understand.

I used to speak FLUENT french, for crying outloud. What happened to me?! I can't even pronouce "monsieur" correctly anymore. Don't even get me started on spelling.

Random little words are coming back here and there, like 'Aujourd hui" ... which apprently means 'today'? ... or tomorrow... Three years from now... GOD. My brain is awful.

Oh well. Either way, I think I've rambled enough.

Don Juan Triumphant

2007-10-09T12:51:00.000-07:00

I've been finally getting a lot out of my mind which has been building up, it would seem.

Erik is my muse. I didn't realize it until a couple days ago, when suddenly I was having ideas again. I haven't had artistic ideas in so long.

Ironically, the angel of music seems to be dropping by at random. Perhaps, not the unearthly blessings that are usually bestowed, but it's a hell of a lot nicer than the crap I've been turning out over the years.

Finally, I can start expressing myself again. Oh, I can only imagine what sort of words I'll put to paper once I get to Paris. I'm still wondering if Jen will go with me. She never really answered me when I asked her to.

I really hope that I can officially be known as "The artist who does the Phantom of the Opera Artwork all the time." Except, you know... people would know my name.

I really want people to feel something when they look at my art. I want to make people feel again. I still have SO much to learn though.

I know I'll get better. I love this Open Canvas one I did... It's for an Illustrate the Lyrics contest in the Phantom Club on DeviantART. I chose a rather random part in the ALW Musical... Where La Carlotta is making fun of Erik's opera, Don Juan Triumphant.

Now, I just have to break my geekyness, and remember that Artistic license is taken when writing plays, and fan novels. I'm very disappointed with the Kay novel already, and I haven't even read it yet. I hope mine won't put shame to the story. Ah well..

He is always there inside my mind...

He's always there...

2007-10-08T11:34:00.001-07:00

Oh the joy of being trapped in your own mind...

and then suddenly being freed. You literally sit there like a beaten dog, because you don't know what to do. You don't know whether to accept it. You don't know if you should step from your cage and run...

I feel like that.

I'm still going to Paris. I'm still going to look for him. Or what is left, whatever have you. Believe me, I know the soul no longer resides in the body upon death. I'm very aware of this, and exposed to it often. I had to close the lid on her after all.

But I do believe in ghosts. I do believe in reincarnation. I do believe in the power of ones own mind. I believe in it all. Why is it all so hard for me to swallow when it steps into my own world then? I find myself stumbling, and I'm confused, and unsure of ...what to believe in.

It's... so bewildering. I can believe it's true. But I can't seem to keep it down.

Swallow. Don't choke, Chelsey. Take it down. Take a sip of water. You'll be fine. You'll be loved by one and the same.

Souls on Fire

2007-10-03T17:32:00.000-07:00

There are so many things I want to get out of my head, but without being in Paris, I can't put a single word to paper. I might contradict myself when it comes to the story.

Still, my head, my heart, my soul screams of nothing but Paris. There are still a whopping eight months that I have yet to wait until I can go (even though I found a flight for a mere $100...it was so VERY tempting, but I don't even have enough for that yet.) and I'm going stir crazy.

I know that I was not meant for this world, that I should have been born in a different time, so why is it that I feel that way? Why am I convinced that the world was so much better when people could die from chicken pox and the flu? When there were no video games? When there was no female rights? Perhaps because of the respect that everyone demanded of themselves. Women were respected more as objects than they are now as equals. A kiss on the hand was almost mandatory then, but now I find myself completely floored if I stumble across a real gentleman. I'm more curious to see if there are in fact more men like this on the other side of the world. I know I was viewed very highly while in Japan. Respect followed me, and I did have to earn it.

There's so many things I hope to find over there. Perhaps where I belong in this world, since I can't go back in time to where I feel I belong. I've truly forgotten who I am in the last 10 years. I used to be rather sure of myself. I used to know what my personality was, even if I didn't know much about the world around me. I was book smart. Not street smart.

Now it would seem the tables have turned. I definitely do not feel clever or intelligent like I used to. It's strange, I know I'm smart, but boy do I feel stupid. Everything about me right now seems to be a contradiction.

I'm in love with two men. One alive, one gone for over two hundred years now. Or at least, nearly two hundred years, and of course, that in itself doesn't make any sense at all. No, I won't go into details. I don't really feel like sharing really. It's none of your business.

No, this is between me and my brain. The one who continuously seems to betray me.

Eitherway, I will be spending quite a bit of time in Paris. Possibly a year, I'm unsure. But there's so much I plan to do while there. In fact, I hope to find my career there as an Opera singer. Following my child dream... the one that I stifled because I didn't think I was good enough. Or that I could actually make a living off it.

Certainly, I am being smart about it. I'm not going to chase my dreams until I can no longer run, I just need to go for myself to see if I can achieve them at all. My book, my voice, my teacher... all of it can be found in Paris. It's just all these WORDS that I can't seem to hold inside me.

Have you ever gotten to the point where there is SO much inside you that you just want to scream to get it out?

I feel like that every single day now. There's so much I want to give, so much I want to show the world, so much compassion I want to share. So much PASSION.
I guess the real question is whether I can be brave enough to share it all, and perhaps whether the world wants to receive any of it.

...I could keep rambling about this for hours, but really. What good would it do? I have eight months to wait, to fill with words that won't get me closer to where I need to be.

My hands shake when I think I'm not where I'm supposed to be. That I have to wait.

What if whatever is calling me has no patience. What if my special thing that is calling me will not wait for me? What if I don't make it there in time, and the magic disappears.

What do I do then?

Those Burning Eyes...

2007-09-30T11:34:00.000-07:00

Yep. I'm still obsessed.

Maybe not the funniest thing happened, but it was kind of like "Oh..." *hang head*

My mother has been teasing me incessantly about Erik. Even to the point where, if she wants me to smile in a picture, she'll say "Naked Erik!" ...to which she usually receives a shot of me going ---> XO "Mooooommm!!!! SHUT UP!"

It wasn't until I was like, "hey mom, wanna' see what Erik really looks like?"
She took one look at the screen and went "AUUUGH!!!"

.... O_____o;;;;

I was like "Aww, mom... That wasn't very nice." and she replied with a very cute little:

"That man needs to eat some mashed potatoes and gravy."

*laughs* ...alright. So now, I'm convinced that my mom can be a very accepting woman.

Besides that though, I'm back in Canada, at home, hating every piece of music I have. And not so much freaking out about not being in Paris anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm still working to go. And I'll be leaving in June. But there's still the... what, eight months of waiting that's driving me a little snakey in the meantime.

Not only is Ookami convinced I'll find Erik there, but so is my mom and dad too.

What the hell? How many times do I have to repeat the fact that he DIED 200 years ago? I guess everyone believes in reincarnation more than I do.

And I'd like to point out this fact: Even if I were to find him, I'm fairly convinced he would be like O__o; "Freaky chick... leave me alone. AU SECOUR!!!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, the ONLY phrase I remember how to pronounce in French.
I guess it's a good one in some aspects. At least if someone is trying to mug me while I'm in Paris, I won't be screaming "I LOVE YOUUUUUU!"

...that wasn't supposed to be a quote from Eurotrip, but I guess it ended up that way. Since most people only know how to say 'I love you' or 'hello', 'goodbye', etc. in another language.

Well, I've rambled about it quite enough. I need to get to work. I've got 21 commissions to clear up BEFORE Paris.

Gyrating hips can be hypnotic

2007-09-07T06:59:00.000-07:00

I...officially think I'm losing my mind.

I have full free reign here, but it's like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, in a trapped room. I dunno'.

I can't remember if I've said it on here or not, but I'm going to Paris. I'll probably end up going alone though since no one seems willing to go with me. It's scary, but I think I'm ready to be on my own for a while.

I'm doubting my own art, I need to have some real world experience without anyone telling me I'm good or bad in my ear. I'm not even sure if I'm the kind of artist I want to be. I would kill to make a living from opera singing. And it's strange, because I've been trying to force that off for years because ...well, not many people are cultured anymore. I won't have the bling-bling whilst singing Faust.

...God, I want pizza.

That, and I'm pretty convinced I'm getting anorexic. I'm only eating one meal a day on average...just because I literally haven't been feeling hungry. Couldn't be a bad thing, might make me lose some weight.

...I think I have a little obsession with skulls right now. Go figure.

Besides that, just call me Carmina.

I love it.

2007-09-02T21:59:00.001-07:00

STRONG TIGHTER FIRMER SEXIER ...glutes.

2007-08-28T14:28:00.000-07:00

Bowflex commercials are sad.

But I still want one. XD

...Okay, so I'm feeling really shitty today. Like, I literally just...skipped classes today just because I'm feeling so low. Like... uber low. Like, crying every five minutes kind of low.

I'm trying to pretend around friends that I'm doing okay and that I'm happy but I'm really not. Maybe it's just today because every other day I'm sort of on the level. But today, I just can't seem to get a good...mojo or something....going.

Or grammar for that matter.

I'm awful today.

Besides that, I'm sitting here watching "Beauty and the Geek" because all the loan places are already closed, so I can't figure out what I need to do to get home. I think it's generally agreed that I might stay for half a year in Edmonton to work first. But I can always stay for like...four months or five, and then get a job set up in Vancouver before I end up having to go to school again. I should have close to 8000 dollars saved up by then, or at least, that much of my debt paid off. Which will be good. It's just going to get really, really lonely.

We can visit each other at cons, but...I just don't like that idea. I hope he graduates soon so we can just live together again.

woozle wuzzle

2007-08-27T18:55:00.000-07:00

My friend Nicole spent three whole years writing down every single funny thing me and my group (aptly named "the Ring of Circle") had said during high school.

I made her read them out to me in search of a funny phrase I could use for my new website name...And I just HAD to share my favorites:

"I can't feel my hair." (I said it)

"I'm a genius!"
"No you're not, you work at Burger King."

"Oh God! Not Pennies!"

"Why am I always in the middle of what?"

"Move the doors."

"Loser with a capital 'B'."

"For all I give a care." (Also me)

"You already stuck your foot in your mouth, you might as well chew on it."

"I'm prostitution! No, wait... Protestant." (Me again!)

"I think I just coughed up a lung and I wasn't even coughing."

"Phil's not a god, he's an alcoholic!"

"If only I had a pocket!"

"For anyone who wants to know, I'm stripping."

"Phil's not old enough to be married."
"Yeah, but he's old enough to be gay!"

"You shoot someone in the head and you're asking for it, pal."

"Never step into a moving train."

"Remember when I had amnesia?" (Me!)

"I'm drugged."
"I'm not surprised."

And finally,

"Her mother is having a circumcision."
"...a cesarean?"

Although we don't really remember what we were talking about at the time, the phrases are hilarious out of context! And my friends and were totally weird. XD

Rot my Brain

2007-08-22T11:46:00.000-07:00

I'm feeling so weak, and broken down.

I've been having really screwed up dreams lately, and I feel...crappy. I drew this picture off of the creature that has been running around in my head lately...

Honestly, I can't find a co-signer for me to stay in school, I'm just...running out of options. I can't figure out what to do.

I can't really apply for any of the schools back home...They don't offer diplomas, and a lot of them don't offer animation as a program at all. If I leave the Art Institute, 2 years of study goes out the window.

I've been on the phone like crazy with admissions for Emily Carr, but I'd really have to work on my portfolio for admission. They keep saying that they'd help me out, but I really don't want to have to begin from the beginning. It... sucks...

Anyone have any rich relatives that wouldn't mind co-signing for someone's school and future? I'll be indebted to them for the rest of my life - I'll make amazing cartoons about their lives! I'll do free advertisements for whatever business they have... I'll... I'll... Pay them back slowly through my commission work.

...God help me, I don't want to leave.

Throbbing Silky Sheets

2007-08-14T17:59:00.000-07:00

My poor brain - it feels like it's melting.

I'm at school right now, it's just after 9 pm. It seems that everyone in the lounge is making death utters, but I'm not quite sure. I don't really feel like being part of the group tonight. I'm being rather anti-social, mostly because I'm just absolutely exhausted.

I've started putting clay on my sculpture project though. This thing is absolutely terrifying. It's not very nice of me, but I really don't like the person I'm sculpting. It's just one of those situations where there is no particular reason - I just don't like her.

Besides that though, I'm quite proud of myself. I've never done anything to this scale before. It's about 12 inches tall, and 5 or 6 inches deep. about 8 inches wide... The largest sculpture I've ever done has been like... a third of that. I will take pictures at some point in time. Maybe I'll figure out how to show pictures of things I've done easily on here.

I've also been working really hard on two musician's CD covers. The first one was very pleased with it, and should be releasing the CD for sale soon - possibly a couple of days. The second one, I literally just finished it, so I'm waiting for his opinion. I'm not really allowed to release these images until they've put out the CDs.

Besides that though, school is getting rather draining just because there's only three weeks left to this quarter. It's the crunch, and I still haven't paid for this month yet. The school kind of can't do anything about it either though - since they didn't send in a form that the student loan board requires to release funds.

I'm really glad I have a place where I can ramble on for what would be the equivalent of pages and pages of my journal. It's rather freeing to get some of my thoughts out somewhere. Somewhere I know I'm not going to have a stalker effect like livejournal. I think that was the thing that really freaked me out - because I knew I couldn't say certain things about certain people, because there was no telling if they were watching or not. Of course, I seem to be at a point where I will literally just tell people they're sick, pathetic, un-loved losers to their faces...
so it's not necessarily the only reason I hate livejournal.

Anyway...Wow, that's the first word I've heard about the blond bitch (who has lost name over time) in probably... dear lord... several months at least. Odd, I never seem to be the one to bring her up though.

Speaking of nothing on that topic though - should it worry me that my fiance seems to have a male soul mate? *laughs and scratches the back of her head uncomfortably* Or maybe it should bother me more because they'd be prettier together. *LOL*

*flops*

Oh, I depressed myself. *chuckles*

Anyway, I wonder how much nicer this place would be if these kids were taught to use their inside voices at a young age...

I really just want to go home and go to sleep. I have to wake up for my class at 10 am tomorrow morning, and I just really don't get much rest throughout the week since most of the classes go until ten-ish, and then it takes us anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 hours to get home, depending on the people around us. We were supposed to go to a bowling party tonight... but I don't like the idea of being the only persons not wearing a fursuit...

Moaning Cats

2007-08-13T06:05:00.000-07:00

Well, that was a fun and exciting experience trying to hack my way back into this account. They really don't like to give you your new information for when you sign up. That really doesn't help much when you're sitting there going "Google ID? I don't have a Google ID..."

Anyway, I slept funny I think. The last few nights I have been awoken to the feeling of ants crawling on me. I wasn't crazy, I killed them, and disposed of the bodies (ha ha) but it really leaves you with hat creepy crawly feeling when you try to go to sleep. We pulled the entire bed apart to see where they were coming from, and could not find anything for the life of us. We vacuumed, lifted Mika's cage up higher, and tightened the screws on our bed (that's just because it was squeaky) but to no avail. I figured then, that probably the only way these little bugs were getting in the bed were probably because there's an air vent leading right into the attic. They've had problems with bugs falling out of there before - except those ones are the GIGANTIC NASTY COCKROACHES they have around here. *shudders* I'm pretty sure those are the only creatures on earth that literally freak me the hell out. Long story short though, we put up one of those huge magnet covers, so nothing could 'drop in', and now it's really hot in the room, since that was our air conditioning vent.

Georgia makes me laugh for many reasons. I doubt I could name them all off the top of my head, but I always find that even when it's boring, it's a bit of an adventure down here. I do, however, wish I was back in Vancouver.

Now you're probably wondering why this post is entitled the way it is. Well, for starters, I like to name my entries with interesting titles so I don't go mental writing boring things over and over again. Secondly, I really am trying to get my artistic juices flowing again when it comes to words. I think my IQ has been slipping because I haven't been reading and writing as much as I used to; and if any of you happen to know me, you'll know I'm rather arrogant when it comes to my intelligence. Funny for someone who still manages to spell rather simple words wrong. None come to my mind at the moment, but thats alright. It's only 9 AM. I'm sure I'll come up with something. The day is long, so there are many chances for me to screw something up.

Lastly, I woke up and searched for the computer, because I know Ookami finds it rather irritating when I wake him up in the morning just to bitch and rant. i.e. the whole reason for me getting a new blog. So I ventured down stairs to find the laptop which had mysteriously disappeared from the bedroom, and the family cat was sleeping on an ottoman. I sat down, and immediately when she noticed I was there she begins YOWLING. Now, I'm an animal person, but there are just some specific personalities that...you just don't like. And this cat happens to be one of them. I just don't like this cat. X_x; So she's yowling, and yowling and I'm just like "SHHH! Hush up." and she gets a little quieter.

Now, let me stop here, and just say that 'No, I'm not being cruel' to the cat. This cat is queen bee around this house. She literally has everyone wrapped around her pinky claw. She knows that if she yowls loud enough, someone will come running. So she does it ALL the time. EVERY hour of the night. Even just so that you'll come and sit with her...at four o'clock in the morning. I'm not into that, and I don't support that kind of behaviour.

So she keeps yowling, and I get up, and take the computer and go back upstairs. A second later, it goes all quiet again. I think she's starting to get the idea that that doesn't work on me. She keeps testing it, but more often then not, she'll shut up. Now, with Ookami it's a different story all together. She will go ON and ON and ON until you think she's literally had all of her legs ripped off. Ookami will go and look for her, and she'll just be sitting there with an innocent grin thinking "What took you so long, slave?"

So that's why this one is titled this way.

And as far as updates to my life goes, here it is: I'm going to get a new website because Troy is a stalker and a complete loser. I don't even remember the blond's name anymore...Kathy! She's a freak, and god help her new boyfriends who will probably end up waking up with missing kidneys. The other chick with the black curly hair... Um... I don't know anymore... But she's a complete run-o'-the-mill looney, and I know she'll get her come-uppins. Happy things? I love all my friends here, and the ones back home: Heather, Thanh, Nicole, Steven, Grant, Jen, Michelle, Stan, Kim, Miriam, Kristi, Azadeh and anyone else I didn't mention - I miss you guys!

To everyone here in GA: Panda, Dimitri, Donovan, Myoti, Laura, Maggie, Cat, Ed, Becca, Bonk, Jacent, and all the countless others that I would take too long to write down - I can't wait to hang out with ya'll more and go nuts. XD

Hugs and kisses ya'll.

Not enough paper

2007-08-12T17:05:00.000-07:00

There's not enough paper in the world to let me bitch about everything that pisses me off lately, but that's exactly what blogs exist for, right? That and emo kids who think they're important.

Anyway, I really just wanted to complain and complain because I'm in such a god awful mood. But hopefully it's just because I haven't eaten anything.

Apparently dinner is starting so I should go do that and give that a try. Hopefully I'll post more here because it's less irritating then livejournal. I'm so bloody sick of livejournal, that's for sure.

Moving In

2007-08-12T17:00:00.000-07:00

I have to get set up before I can really start to bitch.