In other, less-serious news...

"in three hours we could go to Sal's..."

***wraptboy.


I broke the bunny.


yup.
that's it.



it's allllllll my fault.


mmm-hmm.

~/;P

{eidt}

"dawn said Jumbalaya is the worst puke"

***wraptboy



"I'm all about the large plastic"

***bindrune



"jingle---joongle---sejrhweirgquetguearfgsuyc6tr7965%&%#^%$EUYJ YU^&YT"

***Om windchime




did I mention my bed reminds me of a near-detah experience right now?
Oh, and

WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IS WITH THE SIRENS TONIGHT??!!!!




"I am drunk and don't have contact in...I am intuitive with the pink balls"

"COFFEEE? COFFEEEE!"

***bindrune

{edit V.2.0}

"I am not that limber...I'll pay for it tomorrow..."

***bindrune

ch-ch-ch-changes!

funny


the first time I did this I came out as Franklin
which I didn't expect at all
but found strangley fitting.


this answer, however
was what I did expect....

( crack, second try because I was too lazy to post the original results )

Dream # ___, female

I knew the man, but I didn't know the man. He felt familiar in my everything...my bones reeked of his familiarity, although it wasn't a sexual kind. He fumbled with gadgets and gidgets, remote controls and a large television that played M.A.S.H., or something close to it. I kept remembering and reminding myself, September 22nd is tiktiktok's birthday, but the strange bluish-gray glow from the screen would blind me, and I'd drift away.

"Watch this," the stranger said, and it was like time rewound and the scene played all over again, except he fumbled with wires and explosives instead, trying to hook them to the back of the television, trying to be sneaky. But I saw it all, I saw everything, and in my body I knew...I had to get out.

He stood up, and his identity morphed into nomadoh's roommate, scottydel, and I wondered why I was dreaming about these things, almost decided to go lucid, but the oddity told me to let it all go, so I did.

scottydel held out his hand, "I can take you with me," he said. I looked up at him, feeling like a small, scared child trying to keep her cool in a bad elementary school tragic-comedy situation. It made sense in my brain, my large eyes seeming to grow larger as I glanced at him from down on the couch.

Down on the couch was far away, tunnel-visioned, and drifting farther...

I shook my head no, and somewhere in my psyche, I said, "No thank you," but my lips, overall, never moved.
( cut, for your pleasure )

grr.

effingCrimsonTideoverly-emotional&illogicalshite...


*sigh!*


I think I'll look to see when the sidewalk-chalk festival is now. That will make me feel better.

That damn dream left me feeling really uneasy about a lot of things.

fucknuggets & nuggets o' fun

Well, that didn't help my day at all.


Sidewalk-Chalk Festival Info a la the Cleveland Museum of Art.

I prolly can't make it, considering I'll be fully immersed in Ohio U. by that time, and won't likely be able to come back up for it.~8(

Other people should go though. I've loved this for several years, and even if I can't make it, I can at least live vicariously through you all, right?~;)

Maybe I'll just sidewalk-chalk my front walkway.
I wonder how my landlord, Andy, would take that.
Hmmm....



Optimism, anyone?


Actually, I had a notion to call the City of Cleveland and ask for a permit to do it in the newly-renovated Lincoln Park with some people. Would anyone else want to join me in such an adventure, should I actually get a permit to do so? I wouldn't be able to supply you with the chalk (you'd have to get some yourself), but it'd be fun, methinks.

yeah, the creative juices are flowing.
yay for muses
even if they're really just monsters in disguise...


OH! And speaking of art - the Spencer Tunick unveiling is next weekend. I think wraptboy, bindrune and I are all going to get super-glitzy-dressed-up and take MOCA by storm! YAY! STORMS!!!!

Even better

Gorgeous pic of a storm hidden in this here linky-doo!

~8D

Ok, I'm outtie for now.
really.

Hunger has stricken the Inhabitants of Dawndom, and breakfast shall now commence.

ho-hum...

CBM has been bathed, and is hating me bunches right now. It's kinda funny...she snarled at me when I was brushing her...I'd call her a bitch, but it's just too silly to stoop to that.

I gave a total stranger a hand-massage last night, and got paid for it! LMAO It's only $6, but hey, it's something! That's how I used to get my allowance as a kid, giving my mom massages to lessen her muscle spasms caused by her MS. It was a good deal too...I'll take that to doing dishes ANY day! LOL

Waiting on my new address. Yup, finally got ahold of the housing people at OU...dorm life it shall be, sadly. Thankfully, due to my being a "non-traditional student" ...heh... I will be placed in an upper-classman dormatory, and with any luck, possibly a graduate dorm. At least then I'd have a kitchen. I am not looking forward to microwaved food at all.~8( Thank goodness I like fruits and veggies so much.

It's such a beautiful day, and I am so not motivated. I mean, I've done lots today, and have some really great ideas for some sculptures I want to do. I've never really done a sculpture, have no clue wtf I am doing in that realm, in fact. I was watching the DVD android23 lemme borrow on David Lynch though, and POOF! an idea sprang to life...there may be a literal "Exquisite Corpse" constructed very soon, if I have my own way. Which I will.

~;)

BLARG! OK, I need to find a snack, take a shower and draw for a while. maybe. I mean, maybe I'll draw. *flails* I hate it when I get all these ideas, but they never want to come out and play. I'll figure it out after food and shower. yeah. that'll be the ticket. maybe. gah!