ishyface: (deny me and be doomed)
Every now and again I get the strongest urge to update my LJ. This usually happens when I am at work and have a line of twenty-seven customers, and so all I can do is sigh and hope that I remember it later. Usually by the time I get home I'll have forgotten whatever brilliant thing I was going to say about school or puppies or string cheese or whatever I was thinking about.

You are not really missing much, to be totally honest.

Today I got that urge and realized hey, I am sitting at my laptop! With a Notepad window open, even! And so I started to type a beautiful entry about what I am doing, where I feel my life is going, and what I am looking forward to in the months to come. It was pretty great.

Then I dropped my computer on the floor and had to restart it without getting the chance to save what I'd written. So it goes.*

Here is the shortened version. )
ishyface: (all the possibility and promise)
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote

Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy


This was taken this morning. My hair was cut and dyed the other day (it is blue, not black, although it's kind of hard to tell here). I am still not sure if I like it or not.

(P.S.: I have new icons! They are Skins themed and keyworded with song lyrics, because I am the gayest.)
ishyface: (*beam*)
This weekend, I...

... wore a schoolgirl outfit and claimed I was dressed as a victim of tentacle rape.

... helped someone shop for an anniversary gift.

... went to a house party where I drank delicious purple punch and danced like a mofo to "Living Dead Girl" and "I Love Myself Today." And was slightly molested by a drunk gay boy. (This same boy tried to teach me how to waltz. It did not take.)

... had one of those interesting two-in-the-morning walks that involve Deep Discussions and many lols.

... made cupcakes.

... was a riot grrrl. She's got the hottest trike in town. )

... went trick-or-treating for the first time in years, with a Glinda, a Victorian vampire, a cat-girl, and a Jack Skellington.

... sang "Bohemian Rhapsody" at a bus stop.

... attended another house party that involved psychedelic ceiling projections, Shiva, and being renamed "Flatchest."

... went to the gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar and saw an old friend from Corner Brook in a dinosaur costume.

... tried to keep track of Drunk Gay Boy (yeah, same one) while grooving to the Veronicas.

... saw a guy dressed as Dr. Horrible.

... was smooched by a drag queen.

... was smooched by a lady.

... slowdanced.

... met a boy with a green mohawk dressed as Frank-N-Furter and got angry at him for saying that women can't write. (He argued that since he likes the Slits it's okay that he thinks this and he's not sexist. Which, um, no, dude.)

... slept on someone's floor and snuggled. :)

... celebrated my famjam birthday and requested "Oasis" instead of "Happy Birthday." (They sang it for me, too! At least Little Brother and Sister did- Mum and Dad just kind of stared in horror.)

And now I'm writing a take-home exam. (Theoretically, at least.)

Tomorrow I will be twenty-one. I am trying not to freak out too hard about it, and fully intend on buying Hedwig tickets as a birthday present to ME. And maybe a tattoo as well. \o/
ishyface: (*beam*)
1) [ profile] redheaded_itch is here! She is currently on a beach taking pictures of ~nature. I am currently inside sitting at my kitchen table because I am a fascist who hates the beach.

2) I got a haircut on Friday. It's pretty fab. )

3) Does anyone else on the flist read Tiger Beatdown? Because if you don't you definitely should. It is both hilarious and insightful and, dammit, there aren't enough funny feminist blogs out there. One of my favourite posts: Shut Up, Cunt! The Cultural Logic Of 97th-Wave Feminist Band Millionaires.

4) "What A Catch, Donnie" made me tear up hardcore. ;_______; GET ON THE LIFEBOAT PETER WENTZ YOU ARE NOT EDWARD J. SMITH.

5) I just tried to eat a mini Reese's cup without taking the tinfoil off. Legally I am considered a responsible adult and that scares me more than I can ever say.
ishyface: (oh my god!)

ALSO I JUST BANGED YOUR MOM MY ELBOW REALLY BAD WHILE DANCING AROUND TO "VIZ." Even my injuries are gay! It'd be funny if it didn't hurt. :(
ishyface: (*beam*)
I started my bookstore job on Tuesday.


(Restocking the erotica section is a little weird, though. I never knew how many people wrote sexy books about vampires. And all the titles have words like "velvet" and "forbidden" and "desire" and "seduction" in them. If I wrote a book called Velvet Seduction, Forbidden Desire: The Sensual Adventures of Horatio Ravisham, Vampire Demon-Lover I would make a bundle. A bundle I would not be able to tell my mother about, but a bundle nonetheless.)

Continuing the theme of "Things That Make Ish Ridiculously Happy," Tom Lenk came out! Which means I have an excuse to post a video full of my favourite Andrew moments, which means everybody wins. (Especially Tom Lenk.)

And while I'm at it...

... it's almost Halloween!


This morning I played around with eyeliner. I wanted to get that consumptive look. )

Whenever I list movies that make me cry I forget to put Pleasantville on there. It's Jeff Daniels' character that does me in- when he stares at the art book and says "where am I going to see colours like that?" (Little known fact: there is a town pretty close to St. John's that is named Pleasantville! It makes me laugh and laugh and then kind of want to take the bus there so I can hang out with Joan Allen.)

... This entry has no unifying theme. I mean, other than "DEAR INTERNETS: HERE ARE THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY. ALSO, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY SOON. ALSO, I'M A CAMWHORE."
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Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.


I remember in my last year of high school a friend told me that he couldn't look directly at my face because my eyes were too creepy. It kind of hurt my feelings at the time, but... um... I understand now. Helloooo, creepy stalker eyes. (Of course, this was also the guy who told me that I was "like a fish, if fish were really smart." And he was one of my NON-stoner friends, too. So.)

I have less than twenty-four hours to finish an explication du texte for Protagoras, so if I'm around a lot today it's because I am adamantly refusing to do actual work. FIGHT THE POWER. OR, YOU KNOW, BE LAZY. EITHER OR.

Also, I just found a new favourite song: Marching Band- Travel In Time. I have no idea how it ended up on my computer, but I'm glad it did. Here are the lyrics. )
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Some songs I am currently grooving to:

Paramore- Brighter
Flyleaf- I'm So Sick
Attack In Black- Like Young Leaves
R.E.M.- Electrolite
Planes Mistaken For Stars- Knuckle Hungry

Spent the evening eating banana cream pie and watching Empire Records with my sister. A most premium way to end the weekend, I feel.

And this is what I did this afternoon. )

I also bought Conor Oberst's solo album and it is beautiful like clear summer days and long empty roads.
ishyface: (*beam*)
When I was little I didn't think about being beautiful. I think a lot of kids just let that stuff go by- not so much anymore, maybe. I know when my little sister was eight years old she already hated her body enough that every day she'd run up and down the stairs to try and lose weight. But I didn't. I hoped, vaguely, that I was "pretty," although I didn't know exactly what the word meant, and sometimes my mother told me I was, and I'd smile and go back to watching cartoons and reading The Phantom Tollbooth.

Things changed, of course. )

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