My Little Nest

So, unsurprisingly, my doppelganger has been wanting to spend 'quality twin time' with me because of it being our birthday.

(Read: She'll leave us alone for another six months after this)

So, after having a brilliant day at the company picnic, including winning a telly and cursing at bingo, we head into Reading to see the sister. Can you tell how thrilled I was?

While we stopped at Wal-Mart and got a card I plucked up some courage (from Circe knows where) and asked Da if he was giving her the same amount of money he spends on me for my birthday, and I told him why I felt it was unfair. Apparently, he realises this, but has always given her the same and doesn't want her family to think he's slighting her.

Oh. Now I feel stupid. Of course it has something to do with how we're viewed and people's standards of us, even if the people in question are regurgitated pond scum--and that's being charitable.

When we got to the party everyone insisted on hugging me, while I tried valiantly to look pleasant and not vomit on them. Even Becky's mum hugged me and kissed my cheek, the bitch, even though she's been avoiding me since the email incident a few years ago.

After socialising a bit, Becky decided to pull me away for a walk and a smoke. Honestly, I wonder how we could be more different sometimes. She doesn't like noise and quiet is a deadly weapon to me.

So during this walk she gabbed on about how she couldn't ever believe her parents would ever give up one of their kids for adoption.

Right. And any logical person is supposed to believe the Lifetime Movie of the Week story they fed us? Stolen from a hospital my arse.

After suffering through another hour of party crap, we left, but Becky made sure to monopolise some time the next day. Great, just what i wanted...more time with my beloved twin sister.

Sunday was up and down. After church Granny and I tried to use the Manic Panic Virgin Snow on my bleached hair and it didn't work, so quite sadly, I'm still blond.

After that we met up with the doppelganger again and went to the mall. Again with the major differences: she can't stand chocolate or coffee. Now I know I'm insane, but they need to look this chick up in the funny farm.

I spent a few more hours with Becky and da and then, thankfully, went home to the Covenstead, quite sad that I had missed most of Breakfast at Tiffany's after watching the beginning after church.

Good news about the mall trip? I got a new collar! ^.^ It had a stupid cherry charm on it, but I took that off quite quickly. This one is black velvet, like my pyramid-studded ones, but has a little silver triangle bracket which holds a ring that drops onto my throat. It's pretty, and comfy too, which is good, considering I always sleep with a collar on, it gives me more ooptions for night-time.

Oh and my sister can't stand jewellery that isn't bracelets. Hmmm...barmy bint.

I think I just had one of the best birthdays ever.

April came down to visit me on Tuesday and then came up with the brilliant idea to kidnap me for a few days to get me the hell out of Dodge. I was so grateful. So I ran downstairs, threw some clothes into an overnight bag, and we got out of there.

April's family is wicked. I had a great time. April and I went and played pool the first night, and we're both about just as bad as each other. Wed. we went to the mall and I met her friend/ex-roomie Sam and we went to a mall. It was so much fun ven though my wallet had fallen out of my bag and I didn't have any $ with me at the mall... April was good enough to budge me up enouhg to get a blouse and a yummy frozen coffee. Then we went back to Sam's and then to April's where we ate Domino's (yet another thing I had never had that I apparently had too) and watched Saw II. Thurs. morning I spent with her mum and dad talking about books and guns until her dad had to go to a meeting. It was fun and they gave me some more books. Books make me happy. ^.^

Then April's mum and I went to the thrift store which was nifty. It was huge it was like three thrift shops in one.

It was fun. April and I headed back after she got a shower and the family fun time at the Covenstead was well...family fun time. Buzz's mystery present was hidden in her room...v. obviously I might add, and was a snake goddess statue.

I think Granny thought it was ugly. I on the other hand was like *squee* snake goddess!

Yeah...I'm weird.

And I am going to go now...because I'm amusing myself by teasing Fayth

I'm such a bitch

And I think Fayth would agreee at this point

Well, my use of the Covenstead's computer is a lot less possible than it used to be, mainly because Buzz is addicted to her Celtic mahjongg game. I swear, if you stick Celtic music & symbols on anything my family will jump at it.

I got a new cross-stitch that I've been working on, but it doesn't look like that'll take as long as I'd thought it would, it's 12" in diameter. I really need to just buy some plain handkerchiefs and monogram and embroider them. All my old ones are lost &/or unusable (or in whatever black hole my good folding fans are hiding in).

Well, a pack of CD pressies have come including: Ani Difranco's Knuckle Down Auf der Maur's self-titled LP, and t.A.T.u's Dangerous & Moving & I still have to wait 10 days until the birthday to listen to them. *le sigh*

Also, for those of you who tell me how silly corsets are to use as waist-trainers, check out what's being called 'permanent corsets' 'back-tying' or 'the next generation of tight-lacing':
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/backtie.html
Now aside from the obvious pain this would involve, one of the downsides is that there is no way you can lace yourself up. Corsets: classic & still best for waist-training. Frankly though, this new version looks really hot & effective, but I'll stick to the old way.

Well, Da's birthday went well and he liked his present, so that's good. Not much going on in life right now, though I did get to the mall for a bit to get stuff from GNC and we stopped in FYE and Da bought me My Summer of Love (even though he has no idea what it's about) for my birthday. Now I just have to wait the three weeks until my birthday.

And no matter what kill_macewan says I am not that bloody hard to shop for! (Especially he gets me the same thing every year!) That aside, though,the days seem to be passing rather slow.

But, the main reason for posting this entry was to thank missafaery13 for giving me one of the best movie recs I've gotten in a long time and rave about said movie.
Imagine You and Me is a great movie. It centres around Piper Perabo (Coyote Ugly) who catches sight of the florist for her wedding while walking down the aisle, and the two click instantly in a love-at-first-sight type of way. (Did I mention the florist was a girl? No? Well she is.) There's no way I'm going to give away the rest of it, but I have to mention one other thing. Anthony Head (Giles from BtVS) is Piper's dad, and he gives a great performance--even down to the silly, drunken, wedding reception dancing. This was a fantastic movie. (Yay for the dyke flicks) [Or bi chick flicks] as
fir_tree_baby is bound to comment angrily if I don't stick that in...
Okay, I'm done raving.

Okay, so I can't usually draw at all but one thing I've been doing is taking art lessons with a v. good teacher and as a pressie (even though it's Da's birthday) I got new drawing pencils.

Now lately I've been involved in an RPG and my character is portrayed by Emilie de Ravin, from LOST (Which I still blame completely on princessstarr for getting me into in the first place) and so, with boredom, new pencils and RPG on the brain, out came this sketch (after 9 hrs and 6 drafts)


And the basis for said sketch is here:
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h68/calypsoserpentine/emilie-de-ravin-1024x768-18529.jpg

I'm still not completely happy with it...the eyes, hair , right hand and lips are a bit off,t he ring isn't shaded right, but comparatively it's okay. If I feel like whittling away a few more hours I may work on a better version.

Sad thing is, I still can't draw flowers or fruit, and I can't draw anything without a picture or something in front of me.

I'm heading for one of those spectacular burnouts I have about every 3 yrs or so. All the signs are creeping up on me and I'm dreading it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain it. A burnout is a complete loss of motivation, energy, and (horror of horrors) ambition. It's like becoming dead in the water. Usually burnouts help me in the long run, they help me restore some energy and refocus myself, but I still hate how they feel.
Major signs of a burnout include:
*Loss of apetitte (Not a bad thing)
*Loss of focus and ambition (V. v. bad thing)
*Loss of energy (V. bad thing)
*Health sinks lower (V. v. bad thing)
*Huge amounts of sleep
*Loss of patience (Like I had any to begin with?)
*Withdrawl of friends due to moodiness (Which really doesn't help moodiness)
*Dependence on self-destructive behaviours
*Buzzing thoughts, which lead to
*Using louder music than usual to drown out buzzing thoughts
*Feeling lethargic and/or numb
*Loss of emotion or conscience (What conscience? I don't think I have one of those. If I did it died a long time ago.)
*Lack of creativity (yet another v. bad thing)

And of course, this is when Da decides, yet again, that Calypso must learn to drive! I swear, I get my bad timing from my father.

Oh, and my delightful (read: psychotic bitch) sister has decided that I have to come to her birthday party. Not ours, oh no, the fact that we're twins doesn't enter here at all, (That would involve common sense on her part.) I really don't want to go, at all. AT ALL. The only reason she wants me to come is because she knows my father will give her money. WTF? Step off, psycho, doppleganger, BITCH. He's my father You have your beloved pot smoking, coke snorting, crack-whore parents. Get shite from them. (But, of course, they don't have anything to give you for your birthday, d'they?) </rant>
Growl, okay, I'm done.

I love my diet pills *huggles diet pills* Why this affection, you wonder? Because thanks to my grandmother's insistance on a restricitve diet, the diet pills, and staunchly refusing to touch Buzz's birthday cake I am now wearing my NY Liberty jersey that I haven't been able to wear for six years

*Does ridiculous happy dance*

Now I just have to manage to lose some more and get a few new corsets. Correction: Lose a lot more.

And Da's birthday present came today. *squee*

Good place to start though. So...yes...happiness.

Bad news? My laptop gets to be sent off back to TX to be fixed again, but I'm hyper and slightly manic and my mood is no where near crashing, even though my laptop's being a prat.

My collar has almost completely broken and I don't know when I'll get to go shopping for a new one. Da and I are probably going up to Shippensburg to fix things for Aunt Mary on Sat, so no shopping trip there... and Sun. is Laundry Day! *le sigh*

I've got 3 different plot bunnies jostling for my attention

And Buzz's birthday came and went and she was thrilled with her new deck, so that's good.

Oh...and my one old leabhar that I filled seems to have disappeared... I'm not sure whether or not to be worried, or whether I just put it away somewhere so it didn't get lost, or if I'm just not looking in the right places or whether someone took it. I'm not particularly worried, there was nothing too old in it that I can't replicate, and the darkest iut goes is grey so, no worries about that. Now if it were the one before or after it I'd be flipping out, but this one isn't that important. Still, not a good idea to lose your leabhars...

...Maybe it's off hiding with my folding fans that I "put away for the winter" two years ago and now can't find for the life of me. This is why I don't try to organise my things and "put them in their proper place" because I can never bloody remember where the proper place is!

But, weight lost! Clothing fitting! All in all, life is good!