Oceanic artist conversation

The last two days have been rather fun. At the beginning of the week SES came and picked up the kids so I have been trying to do things I can't normally do unless they are asleep. However though I woke up wanting to paint most of yesterday was filled with waiting for Brewski to see if I needed to take him to the train station, it started at 7:30 in the morning when I woke up early to take him but found out right as the time came that it was to be a later train, this happened all day long until the last train. I had wanted to paint all day but kept stopping just after prepping the work area to make sure I wasn't sitting around with extremely dirty hands when I needed to be driving, no way I'm getting acrylic on my steering wheel.

However at some point I got a decent break of time between the last time he said he would need a ride to the train and the next one he might be on and decided to finally paint. I have been working on a painting for some time now, I decided to try and make part of it come out of the canvas. I paper mached a girl onto a canvas and then couldn't decide what to do with it and put it on the back burner. It's been a few months since I've bothered with it and I decided I wanted to try and pick it up again. I started it and then decided it was too plain and needed something:

So I showed the British Twins because we were all on the skype together. The British Echo and I began discussing it and how I said it seemed like there was something missing. He then busted out his laptop and played with paint and scribbled on the jpg and got this:

Which then made me think of something more like this:

And then it turned into this:

Red Ribbon by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

After I was done painting Brewski wanted to head up to Seattle and so I called The Shoulder and asked if he would like to hang out and so we both headed up that way. Brewski dropped me off and borrowed the car. The Shoulder and I spent the evening playing video games. I have to say it is a bit weird that I suck so terribly much at playing Halo, Reach, and yet I was just massacring them in Rainbow Six Vegas. The next morning he played some more and then we watched some Undercover Boss and then The Roommate and I watched some bad videos and made fun of them before we all sat around watching Eureka.

All and all I would say the last couple of days has been pretty good. I miss having the kidlets around but its been a good break.

Merry christermas

So, this year I thought Christmas was going to be rather pathetic and lame.

I haven't had a job, so I couldn't really afford to go and buy many gifts for the

kids and though I don't want them to be greedy, I don't want them to go without. I

needn't have worried because everyone else came through for me.

Two days before Christmas I went out caroling with Brewski's coworkers,

it was fun, I haven't gone before. I hope to go again next year. The kids didn't

come, it was a bit cold and they wanted to play games at home with Marmar.

She was up visiting and we had been baking all day to that point, they were

supposed to come caroling with us but then opted out. No one seems to

remember carols anymore, they were reading from a paper and people still

couldn't recall them. We were walking around a old folks retirement trailer

park and I don't know who picked these songs but we ended up singing

Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer. I'm not sure how anyone would think

that appropriate.

On Christmas Eve we go to my grandmother's house and have dinner and open presents. We don't usually show up till sometime in the early afternoon so I called The Mezikin before and asked if he wanted to meet up. I was a hour late to Bell Square but we still had a lovely time. He bought the kids a new shirt and sweater for Christmas, my kids have some weird things they are terribly fond of and for some reason shirts and sweaters are one of those things. After we met up he took the kids and I to McDonald's for lunch, though he didn't have to, and gave me my present. Forty dollars was an unexpected blessing, I seriously have no money and I was almost out of gas, he filled my tank and it was more then I could do not to cry at how pathetic that feels and yet how happy I was to know I could fill it in the first place. We stayed till almost 2:40 and then we made our way to my grandmothers. She had made some gingerbread houses for the kids to decorate, we spent a good 40 minutes with my cousins playing around with gingerbread houses. When we were finished Bubbaloo asked "can we eat our houses?" to which I answered "No you can't because they are supposed to be for decoration." Bubbaloo looked very sad and said "But I've never eaten a house before." I would hope not, ruin his dinner and all. Anyways, so we finished and ate and opened presents. Since I've had kids I rarely get presents myself, usually just the kids get them or we get a family present, which I am okay with but this time I got one from my grandmother, two fruit spoons. They are spoons with little teeth at the top to help cut in, I have wanted one for awhile to help with many baking and cooking moments.

I remember, as a kid, always waking up early on Christmas morning and having to wait till everyone got up before I got to unwrap anything, and that tradition has now been passed down to the kids. I was prepping some stuff for Christmas dinner so I was up a bit late. I woke at around 10 or so, about two hours after they did but what really ate at them was waiting for Brewski to wake, he didn't till almost 12 and we don't open gifts unless everyone is awake, that's the rule. We finally got all situated, meaning we got the web cam and skype up and running and had CSI, The British Twins and the rest of The English Family on board to watch the kids open their present. They got the kids Despicable Me, which Baby Grr and Bubbaloo have been wanting for awhile so the two of them began jumping around and squealing, which of course started a chorus of laughter. When it came time for me to open my gift I was adamant that I wasn't going to squeal, I did anyways, I couldn't help it, I was floored. They got me a Kinect. I hooked it up and we played, dealing with the menu makes me feel very Sci-Fi-ish, waving my hands in front of myself, calling out commands. It's pretty nifty. I never thought I would have one anytime soon, I thought I was going to get a rolling pin. I could have cried but I was too overjoyed to feel the sentimentality of it all. Heh. After playing with it for a bit I then went on to making dinner. Which turned out well and has made lots of yummy left overs.

Brewski and I then spent the night watching ridiculously stupid movies and making terribly mean commentaries on them. We started with Zombies of Mass Destruction, our cousins husband had said the night before that he was an extra in it and we tried to find him. I think we did but he got like a 5 second moment, not really worth watching the whole horrible movie for, it was comedic even though it wasn't trying to be and there was a ton of not so subtle political commentary in it. (Warning there is lots of violence and fake blood splatter)

We then went onto a movie called Timer, it's about the world as it is now except that there is an invention that has been created that counts down to when you will meet your soul mate. The girl in the movie is obsessed with this thing, every dating experience she does is based around it, its supposed to be a comedy, it was more a dramedy and the premise looked good but the payout was rather lacking. The moral being "Can't fight fate."

We were then going to watch Stone of Destiny but it was far too slow going and we turned it off.

Brewski then opted to watch Hot Chick, which is pretty much a style of comedy I can't even be bothered with so I spent the time talking with The Dutchman, his voice far outweighs a shitty comedy. Smooth and sexy and full of accentness.

I then went to bed. I had thought this Christmas would be so much less, the first one since SES and I split, spent a bit on the lonely and depressing side but surprisingly, even though I missed the Christmases we used to have, I really enjoyed this one. It caught me off guard and I'm happy it did. Though late since this has taken me forever to write out, Merry/Happy Christmas. I hope yours was as fun and uplifting as mine.

I'm on a horse

I stopped going to the chat room I used to visit awhile back so every couple of months I go searching for new people to chat with, just a fresh breath of virtual air to help keep my sanity in check since I'm not a hermit. Omegle, though mostly filled with horny teens and young adults trying to cyber with a total stranger, can be a decent way to find some like minded persons. I skip through conversations like these:

Stranger: i want pussy

You: Uh.. I don't own a cat

Stranger: what are you doing

You: I was thinking of watching the last bit of the lunar eclipse

You: but it's way too cloudy

You: that was sort of a bummer

Stranger: what is the story about?

You: what?

You: oh... lol

You: the lunar eclipse

You: its when the earth passes between the sun and moon and the moon is covered in a shadow

Stranger: wow

You: ...

You: it's not on tv

You: its out in the sky right now

Stranger: looking for female who have msn or skype...male here...;p

You: wow, I am female and I have skype but the wink was a bit off putting

And try to find ones where asl isn't the first or second sentence. I met a now old friend there awhile back and since I went on a couple nights ago have now found some more. There is Community Girl. Which is to say that we bonded over tv shows and a decently lengthened list of older male actors we thought were very good looking because some men just blossom when they age. There was Punk Musician who was a bit toasted and yet still far more polite and gentlemanly then many other people on there, and last but not least The Dutchman. He makes me laugh like crazy. During our first conversation, outside of omegle and on skype, I asked him what he liked about the Netherlands, he wasn't entirely sure what to say so asked me about America. I spoke at some length, since I talk too much, about different topics pertaining to my country. The next part of the conversation went like this:

Me: Why are you so quiet?

The Dutchman: I'm reading.

Me: What are you reading?

The Dutchman: Wiki

Me: Did you just wiki your country?

The Dutchman: Yes

and then much laughter ensued. It was funny but sweet, he went looking for something to tell me, anything, so that I wouldn't be bored with what he had to say. I still never really found out about the Netherlands though.

During our next conversation I laughed even harder. We had been talking about nothing in particular when the topic of the old spice commercials came up. This particular one we agreed was the funniest:

So throughout the conversation, randomly he would say "I'm on a horse" which would throw me into giggles. The next day we were sitting around talking and I asked if he would teach me a little dutch, you know, for s and gs, to which he readily said he would. He taught me Good Morning which is Goedendag, then the word for boy (jongen) and girl (meisje). I finally I just asked him to speak some dutch to me, whatever came to mind, he has an incredible voice and speaking another language in it just seemed right. So after a moment of thought he said "Ik zit op een paard." Of course I wanted to know what it meant and he sat there for a moment and chuckled a bit and said "I'm on a horse". I could not contain my laughter almost the rest of the conversation. I had him read the whole commercial script in Dutch, and then a few other things, he did a dramatic reading of the recipe I was going to use for the tempura I made for dinner. I was crying I was laughing so hard. He sounds amazing both when speaking English and when speaking Dutch, I was beside myself the whole time. Just the dramatic readings and reenactments of the commercial were too much. I haven't laughed so hard in awhile.

In other news I spoke with CSI and The British Man the other day for a short time. It is good to see them together, they looked like they were having fun and I might be able to see The Mezikan on Christmas Eve in the morning before we hit our grandmothers for the festivities.

I've lost a bit more weight, I fluctuate a lot so I hate saying it but I can see that even though I go up I go back down to an even smaller number afterwards.

Making cookies tomorrow, pictures to follow.

Night.

Another hulu comment round

As I've stated before, when I miss shows on their regularly scheduled channels I turn to Hulu and watch the shows on there and when I do, I read the comments. Now most of the time I just find the comments hilarious. I'm not big on really making issue of topics made about T.V. characters, however, this comment stopped me and since I don't have a Hulu account I'll just respond here (with a spoiler alert for anyone who hasn't seen the episode, manly you CSI and the British Twins, you may skip the comment and just read what I have to say):

First let me say this, I’m all for Bones & Booth getting together, I’m fully behind that pair, but….

I got to get this off my chest…Bones is reaping what she sowed by rejecting Booth. Booth has no obligation to entertain Brennan’s feelings after a rejection….

I’m kind of wondering why people keep focusing on Booth moving on when it’s a possibility 2 years may have passed since he confessed to Bones and got shot down. As I said in another post, Bones wanted to have her cake and eat it too…similar to how she was dating the two guys, one for sexual pleasure and one for mental stimulation. Booth maintained the position of Bones’ consistent one-sided loyal monogamous platonic relationship….

Booth had a right to move on; Booth has a right to turn Bones down now because he’s in a relationship.

People need to let this play out as it’s pretty obvious Booth and Hannah are on a doomed road due to Hannah’s own personal goals.

Booth doesn’t need to jump just because Bones now feels like she needs a relationship to complete her since she now realizes that living the way she does is pretty empty. She’s the one who shut down the relationship and she needs to be the one who works to bring it back to that level between them…

COntinued....

Roy Whitaker posted on Dec 12 2010, 16:21:56

Continued...

This erroneous romanticism falsely projected on to males in fictional stories doesn’t help. Why do people think the man needs to chase the woman around no matter what she does…why does he need to do this until the woman feels she is “ready” to accept the guy? Why is it when the guy moves on and does something realistic he’s labeled a bad guy?

Someone asked why he followed her? Had he not followed her she’d be laid out in the street after the car hit her…and plus this is classic Booth. People kill me with their wishy washy nitpicks about their relationship….especially when it comes to Booth.

I feel sorry for Bones, but she’s really reaping what she sowed back in season 5. People should just let this play out and stop being so nitpicky…

Even in that scene, which people want to smack Booth for, one could tell it was really bothering him to have to send her home alone after watching her cry in the car.

Roy Whitaker posted on Dec 12 2010, 16:22:13 [ Reply ]

then later to someone else's comment:

I agree with you and your husband. He's doing the "guy" thing and as a guy it always irked me when I watch a romantic based film or read a movie with females and they project what I like to call the "knight in shining armor" vision onto every guy in a romance situation and it even bothers me further when they project it on to guys in real life.

Booth told her when she rejected him he would move on and as you pointed out she pushed him to move on. However, Bones has always been like a stingy child when it comes to Booth. In one hand she delighted in expressing her sexual freedom to him and seeing his discomfort but on the other hand I always noticed how slightly irritable she got when another woman started competing for Booths attention. It was most notable with Cam from a positional point of view and now with Hannah.

I don't dislike Hannah, but I can tell she's a temporary replacement like so many other relationships in the show...heck I just got finished watching Season 5 and I was wondering about the Female Doctor from the Aquarium? Nevertheless, I feel the writers already wrote a way out of Hannah & Booth...Hannah's going to eventually want to go back to the Middle East...

Roy Whitaker posted on Dec 12 2010, 17:48:39

Two points of what he said really stuck with me. One, that people believe men should have to chase around women and two, that women project a "knight in shinning armor" stereotype on men.

First off, it is true that as humans we believe the opposite sex should put in some effort into the whole romancing schtic. However, if you talk to a man, they often believe women think the man should do it. If you talk to a woman you get the reverse. It's not so much that people truly believe one side or the other to really be at fault but that dealing with someone from the opposite sex is hard, understanding people, no matter the gender, even harder, and all people like things to be easier for them. Of course it's hard to see that the other side might also be feeling the same things, because you aren't playing for that team. We all have our issues with feeling like we are doing all the work. That's why real relationships are partnerships. Doesn't matter who your partner is, the point is that both of you have to work together to make it work. This isn't just once you've agreed to live together or hold hands or tell your friends you are a "thing". This starts from the very beginning, if you aren't willing to compromise a bit here and there (obviously not on big moral issues or deal breaker sort of situations because then you are changing your core beliefs and in the end that only leads to arguments or loss of self) then you are always going to be "finding" that one feels as if they are doing all work, since you end up striving even harder to make the other person see your point of view and become the person you wish them to be instead of the person they are. Sounds cheesy but meeting in the middle holds true in this situation. It's not hard to tell if someone is going to be someone willing to do some of the leg work for you, sure their face might be beautiful but that doesn't mean you always have to catch the bill, doesn't mean you only see them when they have free time even if you have to rearrange things, doesn't mean you should let them slide on forgetting important days like your birthday or your anniversary. People are so overtaken by beauty that they often let others use them just to keep in their good graces but that's really another rant all together which I'm sure I'll touch on again later. If they treat you like that then they probably will whether you are just dating or married. People only change if they want to themselves, no one can truly change you unless you let them.

Onto that second point. He mentioned Knights. I always find that topic a bit ridiculous, for centuries Knights have been regarded as the crowning achievement of male honor and chivalry and yet Knights were mostly just bullies, hired thugs. It's such a false ideal it's almost saddening, people still believe that these men were somehow above the attitudes of "normal" men towards women, when the reality is that they only were to women of certain classes. To many women and men under the knight's particular class they were often barbaric in their terms of treatment. How chivalrous, to be able to choose whom you deem worthy of ones basic human kindness. There wasn't some "treat all women as gems" clause for them to follow, they had rules, to be sure, but these were only for the lucky few, and I say lucky lightly as women were treated more or less like objects to be bartered and sold. What I find most ridiculous about this is that we have kept the idea alive, both male and female, and both find it troublesome when a man falls short of this ideal. Women for most of our history as humans have been considered on the lower end of the spectrum, this still happens today in many parts of the world. I hear someone crying "But they were treated better then other races" and they would be right to some extent, when two societies collide the one that loses out the war ends up dominated by the other, this is just how it has always been, a woman from the winning society would be deemed more worthy than a man from the losing society but less then a man from her same society and a woman from the other society practically inhuman. When you are deemed inferior in your own society, there is something seriously wrong. What I'm getting at, is because they were considered inferior to men they were often not taught what men were, reading and writing among many other things. Meaning it has been mostly men throughout the centuries that have kept the tales of those gallant knights alive. They have been writing the fluff that turns into the garbage people then base their ideals upon. No one likes looking at the ugly side of things because then one has to question and wonder why such things were let to happen, which is why people only try to remember the better side, not just of knights, and what really happened becomes a faded memory. That's not to say it's just a faulty decision on our male counterparts, women are just as equally to blame, though I am far less biased in that direction. Wanting to be treated like a lady, having those special rules apply to oneself, it's no wonder women for centuries have dreamed of such. A man to come in, swoop them up, and make their life easier by elevating their status to one where they are treated, at least partially, with dignity and respect. I can see the appeal of that, most people can. Everyone wants that to some degree, some are just better at realizing thats probably not going to happen so they help themselves. Being a woman, we are taught, even inadvertently that we are weaker beings, that we need someone to protect and help us. Part of that I sort of agree with, not the forefront thought but the subtle message that we connect to people and share our troubles with them and it makes us grow and bond and feel secure. Everyone wants to feel they have someone they can rely on but I sure as hell am not weaker just because I don't have a dangle between my legs. However, that doesn't mean that men should be judged based on a faulty and highly unattainable ideal.

I think we fail at seeing both sides because we are so worried about just our own. It's why so many people fail at relationships in general, there is always the "what about me" syndrome that occurs. We often overlook the other person trying or don't even bother to try ourselves because we feel they should have to do it because we are always the one doing it and feel jilted. When did we become so lazy with relationships? Maybe we have never really been able to work through relationships, maybe we have only really been trying for the last couple of decades, when people stopped marrying for money or status and started marrying for what they believed was love. Maybe thats why we all struggle with relationships so much, we haven't really been trying to marry for a feeling till recently and we haven't truly grasped what that means, so we are really just fledglings in this regard.

Santa presents tron snowflakes

This post is going to be exceedingly short. Brewski has a workplace Christmas part tomorrow evening that he invited the kids and I to go to. Since we are going we are supposed to bring something to share. I then did the only thing that made sense, I made baked goods, as its all I do exceedingly well. Anyways, I've been piping literally all day, except for the two hours I was helping my Poppi with wording for a report he is writing, and my hands are pretty much dead. These are the cookies in question...

Santa Presents Tron Snowflakes by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

When I was designing the snowflakes it ended up looking rather mechanic for whatever reason and reminded me of Tron, which I am excited is coming out soon, so now they are dubbed the Tron cookies. I like the boxes being simple and the Santas came out adorable. I'm not really one for royal icing but they taste pretty good, since the sugar cookie doesn't taste too sweet the sweetness from the royal icing isn't overwhelming, though, the royal icing isn't even that sweet, so they are pretty tasty, definitely a more than one at a time cookie.

My hand is shaking so its time to stop, at my limit it seems. Didn't think squeezing a piping bag would take so much out of me.

Under appreciation

It amazes me, to no end, how being under appreciated can drive some to both severe depression and complete and utter insanity. I have no problem cleaning, I am far from the cleanest woman in the world but I sure as hell wouldn't end up on "How Clean Is Your House?"

However, it's hard to want to clean when you are constantly told how you are doing it wrong, how it isn't enough. So tiring. If I'm going to be told off for doing it and also told off for not doing it, then might as well save myself the hassle of getting up and doing something I'm going to be told off for anyways.

Picking up the pencil

I've been in a big drawing mood today, I don't particularly think they look all that grand but they are a pretty good start from not having drawn in months.

Angel Revisited by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

resting merman by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

Seiya by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

Belly Dancer Sailor Moon take2 by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

I miss having a scanner, I suppose when Brewski comes home I can ask him to scan them in and then they will look a great deal better.

Making my head hurt

I know I'm not perfect. I have bad days where I take my frustration on the wrong people. I make mistakes and let people down. I'm not trying to be that way. I don't like being around people who purposefully are that way. Now I also know it's not my place to judge people, since I'm not above but it sure does bother me when people do certain things. I've ranted about people getting under your skin before and this one is going to be relatively similar but much more defined. Two topics bothering me at the moment, 1. religious ridiculousness and 2. Men, in general.

I was raised in a semi Christian home(only one religious parent) and I still cannot wrap my head around it. As a Christian, they are told, by no less then the person who is the Shepard of the church's flock that they are born into this world with sin, however, it always feels like once they've asked the mysterious all powerful being to forgive them then they get a free jail pass to be a complete creep. Liars, adulterers, racists, basic corruption of the soul, because they were forgiven, because God knows them, because they are his children somehow it doesn't phase them that they are doing wrong, often in his name. Doesn't matter that they praise his name on Sunday because come Monday they are back to their natural behavior. The only part of this that bothers me isn't even that they believe themselves above being decent human beings because somehow God will forgive them their indiscretions but that they do it while condemning other people who can easily be more humane with their general nature but don't profess in either belief or love in God. This is why even though I have a person belief in spiritual things I don't put myself into any category.

Now onto men. I don't get you. I mean, I do, men are far easier to understand then women are. There is far less sneaky deaky behavior that isn't uncommon. I should probably explain that better. Men often think being a "player" is the way to go, as many women as possible in the shortest amount of time. This is a behavior, though a generalization, that tends to be rather true. That's why there is always that sort of shying away from being intimate or committed. Okay but that isn't behavior that seems outside the norm. Generalizations are there for a reason, because it feels as if that is the actual case. Doesn't make them particularly true or right, just a relative feeling people get about a topic. You need to be pretty sneaky to keep more then one woman but women are just ridiculously deceitful, you never know with a woman what she is actually saying, it's rather an amazing trait to be honest, but really men are pretty simple, food, sex, violence of some form, either in sport or t.v. show, and beer. Not all men of course and I'm sure many men are already offended, though I'm not sure many men actually read this thing. On a generalized note they are pretty easy to read and yet I still don't get you. Just don't get you. So much complaining about how women are "bitches", how they use all your money or are completely psycho but I think the real problem is the women you choose to go for. All the complaining could easily be avoided if men looked less for the size of the tits or ass and more for what the girl is actually like. I get it, its nice having your buddies be jealous because they also want to bang your girl but when the boys are gone and she setting your clothes on fire because you didn't buy her a big enough rock and you want to punch her in the face this is the moment I don't get. Why would anyone be with someone just because they looked good if that person is a complete waste.

So tiring, it makes my head ache. Not that I don't have more to say about such things but that it would be far to depressing to keep going right now.

Turning hair white

I'm just about done with dealing with mom and she has only been home for a day or so. There isn't anything she hasn't felt the need to comment on. When she does she always talks down to you, when you mention this she just says you are being argumentative and therefore are wrong. It's driving me up the walls. Every little thing becomes an argument because she thinks you are just saying things to make her look bad

We went to the dollar store the other day and she had a few things in her hands and she was discussing things about Christmas, the conversation sidetracked her enough that she almost walked out the door with the stuff in her hands before paying. I, in a very jovial manner, stated "Mom, careful you might walk out the door with all the stuff in your hand if you don't pay more attention" and she became seriously angry, accused me of making her look like a thief. One lady looked at her like she was crazy, I just shrugged and rolled my eyes.

About the only good thing that came from her being here is she happened to run into someone at the Costco gas station, some things were mentioned and now I have a new texting buddy and potential pen pal. We shall call him The Soldier.

Unrelated to both my frustration rant and my soldier mention, Brewski has been trying to get me into the tv show Weeds. Though I do believe that there are some funny moments here and there, there are a few downfalls to it that bother me and therefore make it rather unfunny to me in general. One, I'm not a pot smoker and never will be, so the whole concept of the show is a bit wasted on me. Second, the whole show is about a single mother who lost her husband. It's unbelievably depressing watching her go through at lot of what I am feeling and dealing with, lots of things pertaining to her kids, I see a lot of the same situations happening with us.

All the lost things

First my mind, now offically my wallet. Like I said I've never lost my wallet before. I called around and looked all over the house and yet it's still no where to be found. It's frustrating and irritating and makes me want to just give up. Everything seems down on me lately. I was discussing it with my Poppi the other day and I told him "I must have done something pretty terrible in a past like, like be Judas." and for the rest of the day I sat around thinking about that and came to a second conclusion so when I spoke with my mom the next day I told her the Judas comment and then said "That or I was Job." Both comments made me crack up, so at least I haven't lost my sense of humor along with my wallet. heh.

The list only grows with each moment though, the lack of job, the wallet, the new cold. I've been feeling really achy and lethargic for the last couple of days, not only that but I've had a splitting headache that just wont go away. I can't sleep because my head hurts but I want to because I'm tired. However even though I feel terrible I'm still trying to keep up my working out and I have to clean. Mom comes home tonight sometime at 6 after having been gone for almost a month. I can just feel the depression already seeping in. She stresses people out beyond all reasonable sense. I love my mother but living together is something we aren't really meant to do. It's barely functional when we are together. One feels as if they are expected to be perfect or at least her interpretation of perfect, which just means being pretty much exactly like her. When one has a difference of opinion it's like battling the demon horde to be heard.

Doesn't help that I feel rather alone down here. All my friends are scattered, again, but this time I'm trudging through it by myself. Last time I had S.E.S and this time I have... Brewski, at best, not really all that comforting at times. Family is there for you because they are family but I miss talking with people I can shoot the breeze with without there being an argument or raised voices. I miss CSI like no other, one of my best friends and my sister, both gone. Not to mention the British Twins. Man, seriously going to get depressed if I keep up this line of thoughts, so on to more mundane and ridiculous things.

A friend did a journal entry on Deviant Art so, in what is probably the first of a very few stupid entries that have no substance, here I go...

So... Rules:

Go to www.urbandictionary.com and look up the definition of the upcoming questions.

Find a definition from the first seven that you like and post it.

1. Name

Listens to great music!

Gets attention from mostly douchebag guys!
Super smart!
Totally talented!
Good kisser!
Great hair!
Nice smile!
Hot bod!
Cute feet!
Knows how to party!
So wierd!
Usually has A.D.D.
An all around amazing person.
You won't regret knowing an Olivia!

2. Nickname

An amazingly stunning person, who is also amazingly gorgeous and amazing at fucking.. causes much pleasure (in many ways including sexually) she is sexy and loved by everyone.......she's great at everything and i love her

3. Birthplace

ONE OF THE BETTER MILITARY BASES FOR THE MOST PART IF IT DID NOT HOUSE MORE FELONS AND CRIMINALS THEN ACTUAL MILITARY PERSONAL.

4. Birth Month

The month where the smartest, hottest girls are born in. If your not born in there, or your girlfriend isn't, your shit out of luck.

5. Age

Is a start to finish blow job usually averaging about 25 minutes! The reference 25 is derived from the key pad of a phone. 2 representing B and 5 representing J. 25 = BJ

6. Favorite Color

1. A color between red and brown

2. A stupid person; a fool

7. Favorite Drink

The only known liquid-state form of crack cocaine.

8. Favorite Food

A male that has an over inflated sense of self worth, compounded by a low level of intelligence, behaving ridiculously in front of society with no sense of how moronic he appears.

Use in a sentence: Hey babe, get a load of this steak's Nike Shox and pink Hollister shirt, what a douchebag...

Key indicators of being a steak:

Constantly wears running shoes, live strong bracelets, pink popped collared shirts that are 2x too small, or affliction shirts. If you are over the age of 25 and rock Hollister or Abercrombie, Chinese lettering or tribal band tattoo on/around bicep, wear Oakleys, use a tanning bed instead of the sun, or in a Frat, you are steak.

9. S.O./Crushes/Ex's name

Usually an alpha male that is frequently loud and brutally honest at all times. An over the top sexually active asshole who always believes he is right with his opinionated persona and obnoxiously loud voice. An out of control male normally needing a stronger female to keep him in line. Otherwise he remains out of control.

10. Last person you spoke to

A very sexually active person that is always smoking marijuana. His dick tends to be larger than most and that is the reason he is sexually active a lot. People look at a Brendan and wish they were him. His looks, courtesy and of course, his sex drive is the reason that women just want to make love with him.