So... yeah. haven't posted here in yonks. Shameful really... went and got myself a blog which I have been just as lax in updating :P working on changing that, though. So if folks wish to see newest ramblings from my brain and so forth that is where they shall be found.

Much loves!
IL

Nothing says "Weirdly emotional mind-fucking day" like having your first utterly uncontrolled panic attack since last AUGUST. Oh yeah. Fun times.

On a somewhat related note, I did not get the shiny job I was hoping or, and so the hunt continues for full-time employment. Hoo-rah.

On a completely UNrelated note, has anyone else found themselves torn between hunting down those responsible and beating them, or, alternately, guiltily grooving when they come across this little gem?
Because, seriously, my mind is torn between two trains of thought every time I hear it. One is simply: "Heh, that's kind of addictively catchy..." the other, "Oh sweet Jesus GOD the fly-by-night, cock-tease, lipstick-lesbians have a fucking THEMESONG now! GAAAHHH!"

So... yeah. There's that :p

Edit: EMI Music dislikes youtube touching their things clearly :p silly monkeys. video replaced with link to working copy.

Eeeeee! Cross you fingers and toes for me, darlings, I've got a job interview at 3 today! For That great glorious thing called a Nine to Five!

Oh what I wouldn't DO to break away from part-time shift work and have steady hours :D As a bonus the position is in the embroidery department of a specialty promotion company; the equivalent of starting in the mail room in the field of graphic design, which would be pretty damn sweet :D

So I am a VERY excited Lady today indeed. Wish me luck you lovely people! :D

Cheers!
IL

For no particular reason other than an odd sense of pride, I'm going to take a moment to show off todays breakfast:



Normally I have a bowl of cereal or whatever I can easily grab in two seconds. But it was gorgeously sunny today and I felt generally awesome so I thew on some tunes and grooved whilst cooking :) I love when that happens.

And now, I shall go do a bit of cleaning followed by taking a nice stroll in the sunshine with happy music in my ears.

It's just a groovy kind of day today :)

Cheers!
IL

Hello darlings, how are we all today? Me? I'm 24 today. Yes I know that's not really a 'how' as much as a 'what' but I can mess with those rules. It's my freakin' birthday. So there. ^_~

Today I have random stories of children at work, arranged under three explanatory titles: "Cute Child The First", "Cute Child The Second", and "Child of Such Amazing Creepy Witchiness Sweet Jesus Fuck He's Got the SHINING." So without further ado...

Cute Child The First

A mom and her little boy come up to cash with an easy-read book of the batman persuasion. Little boy places the book on the counter, he has to reach high to do so.

Me: *doing the friendly cashier thing* Batman hey? Cool. Do you like all the superheros? Or Just Batman?

Little Boy: I like... alla them... Superman!

Me: *chuckles to self and thinks Dawwww* Are you excited about the Iron Man movie?

Little Boy: *looks confused*

Me: Oh, you don't know Iron man, huh?

little Boy: *thinks a second.*I know... Ironing Man, yeah! I like him! Ironing Man! Ironing Man! *continues to chant and kinda sing*

Me: *looks at the mother* Heh...sorry. *jesting a bit as I have sent her son on a odd little boy ramble about "Ironing man"*

So that was silly and cute.

Cute Child The Second

Nothing beats this next kid for cuteness. Why you ask? Because it was a five year old BOY with a HOT PINK cheap knock-off looking Sailor Moon style WAND. Eeeeeeeee! ^_^

Wand Boy: *looks over the cash counter, waves his wand.* I have a Magic Wand!

Me: *beams with glee* You sure do.

Kid's awesome mom: *Smiles* He's been turning people into rocks with it alllll day.

Everybody now: DAWWWWWWWW!!! ^___^

That kid? My hero ^_^ Rock on little Wand Boy. You turn people into rocks with hot pink plastic. You're cooler than more than half the world.

Child of Such Amazing Creepy Witchiness Sweet Jesus Fuck He's Got the SHINING

(It is of note for this story that it is "That Time of Month" for yours truly)

Another mom and her boy. Boy is maybe five... maybe. boy is very excited to hand me the gift card he got to pay for his stuff.

Boy: I'm a big boy!

Mom: *doting* You sure are, sweety.

Boy: *Hands me the gift card and looks at me.* You're bleeding.

Me: ..... o_O!!

Mom: *Flustered and rushed in that "oh shit" kind of way.* Oh you... you say that to everybody, be good now. *Dsperate bid for distraction.* Do you want your game in your own bag?

Boy: *Going from eerie to excited in 0.5 seconds* My OWN bag??

Me: Yep! Here ya go! *You freaky child of doom*

Boy: I'm a big boy!

Yeeeeeeeeesh! That child is gonna rival me for empathic shit when he gets old enough to figure that business out. And I'm the Grand Central Station of Hoogly things when not shielded right. o_O

And so ends my tales for today. *takes bow*

So, as it is spring, the time has come again for a mass of presumptuous jerks to jump upon the Newfie seal-hunt like it's the first wave of the Devil's own dark battle-plan. *rolls eyes* I'm not going to go on a rant about that issue here, but I wanted to share an example of a fun little response to the negativity I heard the other day whilst in the car with my cousin.

Playing on a local radio station, to the tune of  "Signed. Sealed. Delivered." came the following mockery of people with their knickers in a twist:

"Eat it up! Harp Seal, Delicious! Have More!"

We cracked up laughing and were most pleased.

Cheers!
IL

*Waves* Hello! My name is Hayley, and I like to draw things. :)

What manner of things? I'll show you! (Behind the cut is image HEAVY)


Cheers!
IL

Gods Above but I do not post enough here.

I do not post about my daily life. I do not post about me, my personal musings, my art...

I should.

So! I want to get the ball rolling with a bit of open participation and see if that won't kick my ass into being a more active presence upon ye olde net. Ask me any question under the sun about me, my opinion upon -insert topic her-, my favorite things... or hell, tell me to doodle something you request. Go wild. I'll make a separate post for each answer/filled request

Kick me in the pants, people, I think I need a few friendly boots to the bottom :)

Cheers
IL

Alright, so before these all fade from my brain here are a series of weird scenarios that drifted through my dreams last night

First up we have the weird Lecter dream... in which it was like I was watching a movie, and the movie in question was the weirdest incarnation of everyone's favorite mind-fucking cannibal I've ever scene... it at one point involved cross dressing and motorcycle chases o_O WTF Although it made more sense near the end when he sent everyone he'd escaped from (Both Starling and Will-what's-made-of-Kevlar were in this dream) gloating mind-fuck letters just in time for them to realise how truly fucked they were now. So... yay? Yay.

After that I guess my subconscious camera pulled back to show the me that had been watching this crazy movie? I'm not sure... either way it somehow segued into some wacky mix of X-Men and Big Brother in which I was one of said X-men... I can pin the blame for this particular wackyness on a recently viewed episode of Robot Chicken and all those damn commercials for that stupid "Superhero Movie" putting far to much dumb parody into my head. But that's alright because it wasn't very long at all before with shifted gears into the distressing airport dream. It is at this point that my dreams became more visceral and memorable. Hoo. Ray.

So now I'm just plain old me, and I'm in an airport going... somewhere... Chicago I believe. I've no idea why. I make my way to security, happy as a clam but then at security things go kind of odd. The set-up is one I'm not familiar with at all but the staff seem to not really give a shit anyway so after a moment or two of confusion over where I should be going and how, I breeze on through with another group of people and step out into the main terminal proper... where I recignise NONE of the gates and cannot find my own... soon all the twists and turns and wrong signs have me so confused that I can't even remember what flight I'm on or when it leaves or anything, and I don't have a ticket, I never had a ticket, you get your ticket at the gate in this place... or something. So I'm freaking out and I call ladyslittleone . At this point in starting to cry as I try to explain to her what's wrong and where I am and how messed up this is. She does her best to keep me calm but that's really all she can do at the time. All this time I've been walking fast all through the weird maze of this airport that makes NO sense to me. Suddenly I remember that it was mom who booked this flight for me and she'll know what the hell is on the go. I have a vague notion that my flight MIGHT be leaving at six, looking at my watch shows me that it's 5:50. Shit. So I call and get dad first. In a desperate panicking tone I tell him to give mom the phone. I'm lost and I don't know anything about my flight and I'm going to miss it and mom knows, give the phone to mom. His response boils down to "Awww... hang on a sec..." and he seems to go away from the phone but not to do what I wanted. I start screaming and bawling "I'm going to miss my plane!! I don't know what plane it is! I don't have TIME to waste on this BS! GIVE THE PHONE TO MOM!!" I can hear muffled in the background that both dad and mom are nearby, I have no idea what their doing but it sure as hell isn't telling me what I need to know. So I flip out even more and scream and curse and cry because I'm lost, late for my plane, and very fucking upset but they're not helping. Somehow in all my wandering around while freaking out I end up back OUTSIDE security in the airport and that's where they are. My flight has been missed and they've been waiting for me to just come out and meet them so we can all go home. Ugh.

So we go home. Cue oddly visceral dream number 2.


Home in the dream is our old house from a good five years+ ago now, as with proper dream mechanics, this does not seem odd. What is odd is the fact that there's water all over the place to the point that it looks like ocean waves are rolling up our driveway. This makes walking up said driveway tricky as sin. I fall down twice in the attempt and finally make it to the step, damp and pissy, to find an odd little creature sitting near the door bearing it's teeth and snarling. "the hell is that?" I inquire of no one and everyone. "Small northern coyote" My brother (who's there now) replies matter of factly. Oh. Well damn. The weird little coyote thing looks quite angry. it snarls and barks at us. We snarl and bark back in an attempt to intimidate it away because we're bigger. This does not work. Now it's even madder and suddenly has a LOT of very pointy teeth. It starts trying to bite us and we dodge most of it's attempts until it's teeth manage to hook into the arm of my coat near the wrist. It doesn't get flesh, just coat, and it seems to be stuck there, struggling and snarling. My 'logical' reaction to this is to begin swinging it about to beat repeatedly off our fence until it is good and dead. I snap it's back and break it's jaw. Most disturbingly realistic part of the whole dream, it's broken jaw hanging open and tearing from the weight of it's body, one part still tangled in my sleeve that refuses to let go. Eventually I finally get the damn thing off, there's a huge rip in my sleeve and a mangled coyote on the ground. Whee.

Then, just for shits and giggles, my dream brain takes a sudden cue from the realm of online RPGs and the damn thing turns into a scattering of small collectible items. I wake up thinking "WTF?" in a big way.


And that, my friends, has been a peek into my dream world, strange as it is. It is of note that pretty much all of this madness was in full glorious color. Something dreams don't always do apparently. Unles your me? *shrugs*

Browsing through my favorite webcomics whilst having a quick pre-work brekky this morning... this nearly made me spit cheerios at the monitor:



*Gigglefit* Oh, Sinfest, you've done it again. XD

After my cathartic rant today, I received a comment from furrylilfucker that gave me props for letting that nastyness off my chest instead of bottling it in. In responding that I'd been working lately to not keep stuff like that inside where it can be harmful anymore I hit upon a brief thought... Angry thoughts that need voicing are not the only thing I've become more comfortable expressing as of late. My opinions, my beliefs, my thoughts on just plain ol' me... they've become easier to put out into the world. And you know what? I have someone to thank for that...

ladyslittleone. My partner, my darling, my little girl... it's been through our relationship and what it's allowed us both to explore that I've gotten so much more comfortable with myself and my expression OF self. So I'm taking a little corner of this journal to gush about how amazing I really think that is. Her love and support has made it possible for me to learn and grow so MUCH in the past 2 years that it just blows my mind now that I've sat back and actually looked at it.

I have worlds more confidence in myself, I LIKE myself more (not that I ever hated... wait. scratch that, we just won't go there today ;p) I have become, in loving her, a stronger person, a better person, more like the person I long and dream to be, and if it weren't for her I wouldn't have all this.

We've been partners for 2 years, but friends for 5, and meeting her was one of the luckiest things to ever happen to me. My life is enriched beyond measure to have her in it and I cannot express enough... there aren't even WORDS enough, to show how happy I am, how GRATEFUL I am, for everything she's done for me, and still does for me.

My Princess, my love, I adore you. Always.

You Are a Strawberry

You are friendly, outgoing, and well liked by many people. You are popular, but there's nothing ordinary or average about you. You are a very interesting person, and you have many facets to your personality. Sometimes you feel very conflicted. Your different sides of your personality pull at you. You are a very sensual and passionate person. You are fiery... you can't help it. In general, you keep your passionate side under wraps. You are only wild in private.

Well I'll be damned... that's actually impressively accurate.

On the tail end of my little gender rant I present, for your viewing... pleasure? Some pictures of what I can get away with, for the time being, via hair and wardrobe ^_^


Here we see a girly day ^_^ and now...



A boyish day (today in fact) it's a shame you can't see much of my neck-tie... it's burgandy with a black leopard-print type pattern, and thus, pretty fuckin' bitchin' ^_^

not a huge difference in appearance I s'pose, but tis a start. ^_^

Because I don't believe I've ever ranted here before about the gender-split in my own brain, I shall do so now as it's kinda foremost in my thoughts this morning. (Avoid the cut if ranting about, among other things, fake dicks, is not to your liking.)

I has been WAY to long since I've hit the gym, clearly. thirty minutes on the eliptical this evening and my legs are already screaming at me. Boo-urns to that says me.

I don't enjoy being reminded so frankly that I'm not in shape at all, but I really could use to lose some weight in a big way. My legs get really achey quite often, my knees especialy, and I think I can blame that rather easily on the fact that I'm a mere 5'2" MAYBE 5'3" and five pounds away from 200 >_< Ugh.

I'm going to take a bit more care with food henceforth, methinks. I know I don't have the will-power to cold-turckey off junk, but i can cut back and be selective with said junk. which I think is a fine place to start.

Also: a bit more excercise could really go a long long way. I DO enjoy taking walks and such by my onesies... but the winter sidewalks being what they are it's rarely a feasable option during this season... bah. ah well, I can do little things at home, and there's always the gym.

Perhaps it will help motivate me to track progress here... hmm... yes I believe I'll do that. My big goal is to drop at least forty pounds in the long run as that would likely improve my health by leaps and bounds, not to mention the added sexiness of being a mere 155 on the scale... man would THAT ever rock.

With that being said... let the quest begin! Fell free to throw out little hints for cutting back gradual-like on not so healthy foods, or easy "five minutes or les" excercises. that would warm my heart ^_^ Really it would.

Cheers!
IL

Sweet Jesus GOD but I truly do not write enough!

Alright. So. Rambling. It begins now, dammit. *puts foot down.*

Random fact of the day: my debt from college has currently been chipped down to a mere $2,800. boo-fucking-YAH ^_^ soon.. soon it will be gone. (and by soon I mean maybe in another year or so )


I'm working on kicking my ass more when it comes to drawing... and for that purpose I'm preparing to submit a character to the truly neat place that is Void. They're an intense looking place and just the right motivation/practice for me I believe. Reworking my old avatar into a battle-ready citizen of void city is a fun albeit challenging process that has already, in my opinion, been great for the whole "kicking my ass" thing ^_^

In other news: Work has been going well and I have somehow managed, all of a sudden, to find enough time to casually read. This rocks. What also rocks is that the DVD player I got for Christmas can play a bunch of burned off CDs that my computer couldn't. AWESOME. i am now able to enjoy a bunch of shows that friends had burnt off for me in the past! at last! *happy dance*

On that note: Hey Mark! Bleach is awesome! And episode three made me CRY like a SISSY GIRL! you BASTARD.  lol

Annnnnd... that's all for today children. Run along now, Aunty Lady has to go catch some Z's as she picked up a morning shift for tomorrow.

git offa my lawn.

Cheers!
IL

Oh god fucking DAMMIT!!

Fuck this. Fuck it sideways.

I'm going for a walk.

Jesus. H. CHRIST!

The winter switch has most assuredly been thrown. Oh my yes. We had quite the bluster last night, power outages and the whole shebang. Fun times.

The big power outage hit around 9:30 or so. I was at work at the time so THAT was interesting. I had just finished ringing through one lady's purchase as was in the middle of showing her, via her receipt, that YES ma'am, you got ALL of your precious discounts. Then suddenly... the whole store just kind of sputtered and died, and I did a very happy dance on the inside.

We herded all the customers to the front of the store and our MOD called the power guys to see how long they figured it would be out, when the answer came back "until 10:30" we officially dubbed the store closed. Starbucks gave away all the baked goods it had left unsold for the day (woo! free cookies for everybody!) and we sent everyone home for the night.

I was beyond happy to go home early on the first night I SHOULD have been working until eleven-frigging-thirty. Curse our Christmas shopping hours. I do not approve. But thank that soon to be birthday boy in the sky that we're not like crazy-ass Wal-Mart. They've gone 24-hour! LORD! o_O I'd kill something, honestly, if I had to worry about working a graveyard shift in commerce-land. Blegh.

And so begins our winter, which will now surely keep us firmly buried in snow for several months on end. Thus marks the season of my cat staying INSIDE. So little birdies out on our feeder REJOICE! The scrawny killer of all things small to mid-sized will roam no more until things melt! :p lol

Cheers!
IL
xoxo

I've always been a fan of the crisply drawn, ever-wacky, often politically incorrect and proud of it stylings of the webcomic known as Sinfest . It's never failed to please me on some level, and as a bonus, updates daily. My Icon for this post comes from one of it's amusing little jaunts with the Devil, always fun ^_^

Today's comic, for reasons I cannot figure exactly, made me giggle like a lunatic, specifically with the final panel. I don't really know why I love it so, I just do... so now I share:





*Continues to giggle* Seriously, people, go thumb through the archives of this one... you could loose yourself for days in them but it's worth it ^_^

Cheers!
IL
xoxo

We now interrupt your daily browsing for a TMI announcement:

Holy GOD I need to hook permanent anti-period drugs STRAIGHT into my veins! No one should EVER bleed this heavy! I frankly never want to bleed again! I would give substantial reward to anyone willing to tear my uterus out! Jesus. H. CHRIST!

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugggghhhhhhh!

I swear to god I loose an extra pint down there every time I sneeze/cough/think the wrong thing.

I'm going to start eating allesse for BREAKFAST like cereal!

>_<