Tuesday, March 27, 2018

This has been a stream of consciousness rant.

I have been an absent friend. And an over-committed, yet underachieving student. I have been a fairly shitty daughter/sibling.

I forget to stay in contact with people, and I wallow in the stresses of life and school.

I make excuses, but sometimes I don't even bother with that.

I don't know why I do these things, but I suspect that at least a portion of it is because I don't excel at being an adult - I am folding under the pressure.

I left behind friends and family when I moved across the country, but I also left behind most of a life that wasn't making me happy. Is life perfect now? No, I am a pulsating lump of human-shaped stress. But, I am in a better (for me) area, I definitely have a better job, and I have someone who makes me incredibly happy to share it with me. Day-to-day life-things still suck for us, but I think they'll get better.

Today's post brought to you by the letter G.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

I'm not a post. I'm a terribly photoshopped picture

But I'm a picture that Angie made for her Shakespeare course. A boon if you can guess which play it is for.

The boon is nothing though. Sorry.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Time waits for no man...Or lady.

How has it been 2 months already?!

I will be 30-something in a few days. I've been in Portland for like a year and a half. And school is sucking my will to live. 

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I don't know if it cuts, but it certainly does suck.

This mothafuckah won't format right, and I just don't care anymore.

I am currently slogging my way through Intro to Web Design, News Writing, Fundamentals of Stage Makeup, and yet another Exploratory Prose course. There is a literal metric fuckload of homework to accompany those courses, which I am currently trying desperately to ignore. And it's only week two--I think this is indicative of smooth sailing from here on. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Throughout it all, I have made time for some light reading--namely I FINALLY got around to reading Anne Bishop's The Other series; at least what there is of it. I read five books in the 2 week break I had from school, and let. me. tell. you: I have not enjoyed five books quite that much in a long time. And here I had been hesitant because I'm just a little tired of kissy books (ahaha, that's topical, you'll see if you read them!). Well, they were not kissy books at all, let me tell you. Surprisingly light on the kissing. And here I thought all Urban Fantasy was all kissing all the time--an assumption I base entirely on my limited knowledge of the genre via Laurell K. Hamilton (bless you Holy Urban-Fan-Mother of Vampire Hunters and Sidhe, I love you, I just didn't want all the kissing and orgy-ing and whatnot this time around).

So, yeah, good times. I liked them, and I'm counting down the days to #6.

That's all you get for now, folks. I have to start my weekly trip through a week's pay in textbooks now.

But before I go, know this: I am currently reading Henry Rollins' Before the Chop LA Weekly Articles 2011-2012 (signed by St. Hank, thankyouverymuch), and his shiny brilliance has inspired me, so I will be expanding off a topic he inspired in the very near future--amazing frontmen/women and totally not disappointing sophmore albums. And then maybe we can trad band recommendations. Us, I mean. Not me and Henry Rollins. Unless he wants to do that, then totally. Quick, someone direct that man to my blog!

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Thanks, Google. And Henry, I <3 U. #noshame

Friday, August 11, 2017

IKEA is Horrorstör

I will preface with the following disclaimer:

I have not read Grady Hendrix's Horrorstör - yet. But I know someone who has, and as it was explained to me, it seems pretty damned right-the-fuck-on. We went to IKEA like 2 weeks ago, and I still feel vaguely panicky. Why must it be a giant hedge maze? Why do they pipe in those fuccccccckkkked up smells? (I am not 100% sure this is true - it might just be the legion foul smells of my fellow meat-sacks)

I think this quote from the book nicely sums up my experience:
“There’s nothing waiting inside but retail slavery, endless exploitation, and personal subjugation to the whims of our corporate overlords.”

But, all is well that ends in me not falling to the floor in a mewling, twitching pile. We bought some very adult furniture.
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Like this, but not. Google "adult furniture if you're in the mood to be equal parts bored and...whatever the combination of titilated and confused is - titfused?

We got the Vallentuna sofa (which I can't stop calling Valiant Tuna - so now we have a courageous fish couch), and a headboard/bedframe whose name escapes me because it was way less amusing. But they are both pretty cool because they have lots of storage (like, the couch is MADE OF STORAGE - ALL THE SEATS HAVE STORAGE UNDER THE CUSHIONS - WHY AM I YELLING?!!!)

I don't know why I'm blogging about this except that we have been in the PNW for over a year, and I still don't have any local friends to talk to. Also, between work and school, I don't really talk to anyone anyway.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

This Week in College

This week I found a grammar error in my grammar text book. I kind of wish I was joking - I am paying somewhere in the neighborhood of an incredible amount of money for this course, and the writer of the textbook I am expected to take as gospel doesn't realize that when used in its proper noun form, Earth should be capitalized. I'm not salty, but...I'm a little salty. That is an $80 textbook for an $800 grammar class, and they can't even capitalize names properly.

I also drew a cat with large ears. Let's discuss.

I am a mother-fuckin' artiste!

Notice the fine line work, the incredible depth and dimension... Notice how quickly I decided that since this was for a Grammar class assignment, the quality of my drawing was unimportant. Lastly, notice how the couch just disappears into the wall like it is a wall-shaped fucking Stargate. In this story, I think that makes the cat.... James Spader, maybe? 

Now, on a completely (un)related note -- I just picked up Billy Idol's Charmed Life on CD from the Goodwill (you may know it as the 1990 album containing "Cradle of Love"). You probably don't know this about me, but I love-love Billy. I think he is a glorious. craggy man-god. I tell you about buying the CD because on the inside cover rests this little gem that I've taken a bullshit picture of: 

So now I feel like I have to write to Billy Idol. It's just become a Bucket List item. Logic dictates that since this address was valid for this purpose in 1990, it must still be so today, so... I'll let you all know how that goes. 

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Wow. It's been 1 year, 5 months since the last time I remembered I had a blog!

In my defense, I... have no defense. I want to use moving as an excuse, but, it would be just that. Please forgive me.

Lets pretend this is a picture of Paul Bettany self-flagellating like in The Da Vinci Code, rather than Paul Bettany being generally brooding and handsome - Google wasn't playing ball today.

So, as I was previously hinting, moving has kind of been a thing. There has been stress, depressions, anxieties, and lots of concerts. The PNW is pretty cool, but the people have taken some getting used to. I think this is largely in part due to my working in the suburbs, but.. it's not overly amazing. I feel like Uber-Goth Teen Me all over again. Except I'm in my 30's and relatively conventional in appearance. But you'd never know it to see the assy looks I seem to be forever getting. Occasionally accompanied by mutterings or snarky comments. It's pretty silly.

But, onto a new topic -- that one annoys me.

I am back in school -- this time I am working toward an English/Writing degree, and I am hoping to segway that into a career in a field related to one of those two things. I feel like a kid again. Like I have abso-posi-fucking-lutely no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Starting over is hard. It is also stupid, exciting, and hopefully rewarding in the end.


#YOLO! (I kid. Can you even punctuate hashtags?? Semi-serious question.)

Clearly I have a solid understanding of how hashtags work. #employable

Angie Out. 

I'll try to do this again in less than 1 year, 5 months. >_<

Friday, February 19, 2016

Sometimes things are meaningful

I'm sorry, it's been forever - again.

Things have been hectic and stuff now that plans are being made to vacate our current domicile - but more on that later - that isn't just my story to tell, you know.

Now, for the things that have meaning....

Those of you who know me probably also know that I am a huge Supernatural fan, and in particular a fan of the philanthropic leanings of those involved in the show. For that reason, I have decided to commit some of my money and also some of my time to the #SPNFamily Crisis Support Network - which you can read about here: #SPNFamily Crisis Support Network if you are interested in learning more. It's pretty compelling stuff, and it tugged at my little heartstrings, so now I want to help.

They also have these fab t-shirts:

Which can be found here in a variety of styles - Fab t-shirts, variety of styles.

That's all for now, but I promise to try to have something new to report soon (as in not 6 months or a year from now).