Merging lyrics. That's right, I did it.

So I had my art thing on Tuesday, and I was immediately irritated because I saw that I had mounted my photos wrong. I thought it was an inch from the top...I guess I had to go a couple inches from the top, oh well. They were "freakishly" mounted, but they were also really good shots. Everyone kept marveling about how creepy one of the photos were. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll scan them.

After mom dropped me off at home, I packed a little bit of stuff in a flurry and met Twitch over at Wright State University. We wandered around a bit and had some Taco Bell, eventually catching a ride from his dad back to their house. We watched Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant, and I was actually impressed with it. I had never read the books, but knew of them and I was not cringing the entire time nor was I disappointed and hey, Patrick Fugit was in it!

I fell asleep while he was making Abby feel ashamed of herself via Nine Inch Nails lyrics. She pretty much insulted his intelligence, and I got bored and fell asleep. It did feel incredibly nice waking up with his arms around me.

The next day I went with him to work and I mainly sat around taking photos and getting stoned. Chinn and Megan picked us up and dropped us off back at Twitch's house. From there we decided to go on a walking adventure and ended up at Arrow Queen for ice cream. In the park, I took more photos and we smoked and eventually made it back to his house, but then decided to go to the park. On the way there, we ran into the old roommates and friends. Andrew, his girlfriend, Ritter, Beau, Greiner and Shawn. They were on their way to go play airsoft and invited Twitch. It was where we were heading anyway.

It was getting pretty late, so they didn't get to play too long. Twitch got shot in the forehead and a pretty mean welt marked the area. He shot Greiner in the throat and was the last man standing. We left because Beau and Ritter were getting into a fight and it was becoming nearly impossible to see.

We walked the trail back, smoking here and there. What I love most about New Carlisle is the night sky. There are no city lights to hinder the stars. He put on his mp3 player and we listened to:

on repeat. It was such an interestingly perfect moment.

We doubled back over to Chinn's place to see what he and Megan were up to. No one was home so we ended back to his place and decided I should go home tomorrow. He actually begged me to stay...it was sweet...it was strange. I loved it.

We fell asleep pretty early after walking around all day. We woke up and ponced around a bit before he had to head to work and I had to take my final. I got dropped off at WSU and took two buses home. I showered, did a small amount of studying and headed back downtown to get to the campus.

I think I did decent on the test, at least I think I did just barely enough to pass. I hope anyway. I bought my bus pass and some Subway and came home. Tomorrow I have my comp final and then I'll be spending most of next week in New Carlisle.

Just sayin'....I do really like it though.

Anyway, the building is an old mall that they are currently trying to renovate. The picture is from a week or two ago. It's so pretty down there even if it is mostly abandoned. Here's the restoration group

I guess this is what it used to look like on the inside. I'd love to get in there now x.x

So I was supposed to go see Cody today, but a few friends from high school wanted to hang out and reminisce, so I got bumped to tomorrow around noon until Sunday morning. I was a little irritated at first, but I'm not so bothered anymore. I'm actually just generally frustrated about finals and other not so important things.

Today I went in early to use the photo cutter in the lab, and then I wandered off to my composition class where I took the first half the final and turned in my essay on the PMRC. I had to run down to the library because I had forgotten to print off my works cited page and the grading rubric.

I walked down third street trying to get to the bus hub, when one of the tenants from the Biltmore surprised me by attempting to give me a hug....from the back. I had no idea who was behind me...at first, I thought it was Cody but the sleeves didn't match and I started going into panic mode. When I was able to turn around, I found it was the guy from 604. He was drunk, and he leaned in and gave me the biggest most disgusting kiss on my cheek. I could smell his alcohol...I hate him because I had to call the cops on him so many times for beating the shit out of his whores.

My cheek still feels unclean.

I rode the bus to the liquor store and picked up some Yukon Jack for our adventurous weekend. (Well, I'm not sure how full of adventure it will be.) I headed home and found out the slight change of plans, got pissy for a while and went to mount my photos. That was an interesting adventure as I am just using a regular clothing iron. I gave up because it wasn't adhering, but then I switched irons and now it is working....so yay.

Everyone also needs to check out my friend Raven's new podcast Freedom of Fetish It's her first one, so be kind. But she's going to start doing it once a week, and it's mainly a sexual advice column. The first episode, In which Raven gives a brief introduction to herself, talks to a woman who’s having a hard time being monogamous, and gives some tips to budding dominatrices who don’t have that natural killer instinct. (which was actually pretty helpful for me as I cannot seem to take control without freaking out.) Her advice is great, and if you don't care about that particular advice, her voice is pretty too...so enjoy.

My nerves are still shot. At least, that's what I think is going on. Lately I haven't been able to eat too much before I get incredibly full. I think that's a good thing since I'm eating less, but it's just not like me. For some strange reason I was shaking earlier. I attributed it to having diet Coke, but that stuff used to run through my veins, so I can't understand why it would make me shake. Maybe I am/was heading for a breakdown?

I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I think everything is resolved. I feel so bad that Cody has to learn his lessons in the incredibly difficult manner, but then again he sets his own path? I guess the girl (Abby) made plans to spend the end of March with her former lover "Best friend" and naturally, Cody is pissed. He never sang for her, there was never penetration. I breathe a sigh of relief, but what does that mean?

I still wholly intend to be his friend. Relationship? Probably not right now. Another situation like that and I may as well end it. Fool me once....

So I normally don't go recommending music like crazy because most of my music is very dated and a lot of it sucks. Here's two songs I can't get enough of though.

Once again, I am sorry.

Yes, I received my laptop and since then we have been in a lovely honeymoon. I can really get used to that whole laying in bed and being online scene. It's quite comfortable. Now I feel even more lazy. Oh well.

Nothing has really been going on, which is kind of a lie. I'm getting very nervous about finals. Three of my classes will be fine, it's mainly photography I'm worried about. I few a few more prints to make and then I start mounting.

I'm currently waiting for something, some sort of assurance. Sadly I cannot get it from anyone on here. I have to sit and wait for it from a technology impaired person. Having this information will shape quite a bit in my current life. I'll get into it later. The anxiousness of this has been making me sick to my stomach. I think it's all in my head but it keeps producing physical side effects. I keep saying everything is going to be fine only to turn around and argue with that positive side.

IT'S HERE!

I'VE BEEN SUCH A GOOD PATIENT GIRL.
AND FINALLY IT'S HERE ZOMFG

IT IS ONE SEXY MACHINE. PHOTOS TO COME SOOOOOON

OMFG IT EVEN HAS AN SD PORT!

Yesterday was pretty fun. I sat waiting for Leslie to contact me til about 3 when I decided I would just go to the mall myself and my sister would do my hair. I wasn't sure how she thought it was next Sunday when I sent her a message Saturday night that I was so excited it was hair doin' day...but oh well.

The bus ride was long and uneventful other than the bus driver coming off shift as I got on the bus was asking me what my nationality was and then told me I had bushy eyebrows. I did manage to get through a couple stories from the Mammoth book of Vampire Romance. So far I've liked most of them.

When I walked into the mall, I started walking and staring as you are to do and then I heard someone announce my full name. I looked around desperately to see a short woman wearing a pinstriped blazer walking toward me. It was Sarah! I hadn't seen her in a little over three years and we hugged and talked about going sledding and how she had to get back to work. She said she would give me a ride home when she got off, which was nice.

I wandered around Spencers for a while but it was too crowded (as was the rest of the mall.) I couldn't seem to find their hair dye stock either. I managed to slodge past the stylish teens dragging a parent with them into Hot Topic where the new Alice in Wonderland merchandise set up was clogging traffic. I found they didn't have my preferred funky hair dye, but I picked up Punk Colour. I bought purple. That's all it was called: purple. I ended up wandering around the mall stopping into a few stores that really held no appeal. I bought some bourbon chicken and ate it outside of Guitar Center.

I sat in Sarah's car for the duration of her shift reading my book. A few more good stories passed and I had a strange time attempting to unlock her side. She drove me home and we talked about what we had been up to. She had been engaged, but once again jilted the guy. She said she'd get in contact with me at some point. During this car ride Helma called saying Leslie wasn't going to show up, and talked about misunderstandings regarding me not receiving her texts. (Probably because I have something that's the lesser equivalent of a tracphone.)

Once I got home my sister started to ready the bleaching process. My dad came over and played with Elizabeth until she had fallen asleep. I cut my hair a little too short and we still didn't have enough bleach. Within fifteen minutes it started burning a particular spot on my head quite ferociously. It felt as if I was about to spontaneously combust! I tore the clips out and hopped in the shower. I dried, and we started to paste on the purple dye.

It's blue now. Well, purple in some lights but it's mostly this crazy electric blue.

Earlier today I walked a few blocks away from the house going down alleys and shooting half a roll of film. In the park behind the Elementary school, I shot two self portraits that I might actually use. The digital version came out nice. I came home due to extremely wet feet. When I entered my house, the trashcan and it's contents were in a complete disarray from the dogs, who are now looking like they aren't feeling well. It did have an old ice cream carton and all the bleach and dye products in it. So far, so good. No dead dogs just looking very ashamed of themselves.

I heard Twitch has a new girlfriend already.

Sparta will have all his shots and operation on Friday. Tonight is photoshop.

Today was a pretty amazingly good day.

I woke up and checked in on the status of my school. It opened at noon, which was cool because I actually got to wake up two a few bowls before I headed outside. I called and banged on my dad's door, but he never answered and so I decided to rough it through the alley to get to the bus stop.

Walking stoned in the snow is probably the most exciting thing ever. By the time I got to the bus stop I noticed that my ears were stinging. Once again, I had forgotten my scarf. Once on the bus I just started taking random pictures everything. I hadn't done that in a while. When we reached the downtown hub I made a quick beeline for Honeybee (cwatIdidthar?) TnT Fashions and Honeybee are clothing stores right outside the main bus station downtown. They mostly cater to ethnic fashions so when I opened the door to scrounge up a scarf, I had an older Asian woman and a few black teens staring me down. (Well, not really the Asian woman, she was pretty nice, but then again she is the owner. Behind the register, there was a wall of scarves and I just pointed to the closest one. Five dollars for a pastel pink fluffy number. The guy behind the register gave me a high five, I'm not sure why they were so excited about me purchasing the scarf, but it was pretty nice.

With my face and ears warm, I booked it to photography and started working on my enlargement exercise and my burning/dodging. Burning and dodging was surprisingly easy, and I finished the small size of enlargement exercise and I was done. I think being somewhat under the influence of herb helped me think a little more easily about what I was supposed to be doing, I sure did feel productive. Out of prints and paper, I called it a day in the lab and walked around looking for something decent to eat.

I ended up buying a cheeseburger, some pretzels and a mountain dew. Not at all healthy but I settled down in my little nook and looked over my homework. The last few days I had been building a new story idea in my head, and I mapped it out after I finished the math. I'll start actually working on it when I get my netbook.

Math flew by pretty quickly. We were reviewing for the test that's next Thursday and I'm still not very confident about it. I hate fractions, and sometimes I feel like I'm doing them completely wrong. Reducing fractions? Yeah..I think I know what I'm supposed to do but I'm never really sure, even after I ask for help.

We got out a little later than usual, but I still made it to the bus station with eight minutes before the next bus and I tromped down the alley. I stopped in to see my mom and let her know that I needed to go to Click tomorrow because I found out my photo paper is much cheaper there than it is in the college bookstore. If the rest of my money clears, I'll be inquiring about my netbook. I might have to order it online and have it delivered to the store, or to my house, I don't know what's going on yet.

I WON MY FIRST EBAY BID!
I'm pretty excited about this. It's a Living Dead Doll, and the first male in my collection. He's not terribly special, but I'll love him just as much as the others that I own. The price was right as well, I bid 6.00 and shipping is 5.95. The doll was pretty much a steal.

Happy, happy day.