So my friend's birthday party was last night. We were supposed to "dress to the nines" We were specifically told to wear black and white, and if it wasn't black and white, you weren't going.
So I got all done up. I got my hair done, eyebrows done - I went all out. I was stressing all day cause I hadn't done anything. No present, nothing. I had taken a nap Thursday night about 8, woke up at about 10:30 pm and didn't get to sleep till 930am Friday morning. Woke up at noon, and had been running around like a headless chicken the whole day.

Here's the itinerary as it was on the invite:
6pm - meet at her place
7pm - dinner
9pm - karaoke bar
12:30 - club

So i show up (late -  which I was totally stressing out about) and the bitch isn't even ready. she was still in her pj's. So everyone's there waiting on her. I get to her place at about 6:45 and I'm the only one that was done up. 2 of the girls were in jeans (which we were specifically told we couldn't wear.) Anyway - we wait and wait and wait. One girl and her friend left to the restaurant then a few minutes late i left with another co-worker that was there... and so the 4 of us are there about 45 minutes before the bday girl and her crew show up. It takes another 45 minutes to be seated, another 30 to eat. We don't end up leaving the restaurant until about 10:30pm. But the bday girl wasn't even drinking at dinner. And our other coworker kept talking shit to me all night. I have no idea what I did to piss her off but she called me a whore to my face, and just kept being a bitch.
While we were eating - our other co-worker asked how my "boy" was. I didn't know who the fuck he was talking about. But come to find out apparenly "everyone" knows that I'm dating this guy we all used to work with. Well damn, I wish someone would have told me!! And also - things that were told in confidence to these two friends (we all work together) apparently everyone knows about. So by now I'm pretty upset, AND tired, but still haven't said anything. I don't want to ruin anyone's night.
So we leave there - and head to the next place (the karaoke bar) I walked in, peed and left. I had my other friend (the friend who apparently I'm dating) come get me cause I didn't want to be there. And the rest of the night I get hateful texts about bailing on the party.

I'm done making (real life, at least) friends with females. I was just so mad that I had gone out of my way for a friend's birthday, and ended up getting burned.

Anyway. There was something else I was going to write about and then forgot. I'll update if I remember

and they ask "what's up?"

and you say "nothing"

they would either say:

a) "then why'd you call?"

or

b) "oh ok"

now you see, i tend to dislike those who goes with answer (a) because if you really consider yourself close to a person, you don't need a reason to call right? that's why i like answer (b) for at least, they would then continue on the conversation because they care about you, and cuz they just plain like you.

My friends, all of them, go for answer (b).

So I wanna take this chance to say thanks for that. I also want to take this chance to rant about how ONE person who I care about VERY MUCH went for answer (a).

To said person, don't worry I won't bother calling you to check up on you. You obviously think I'm being annoying. Fine. Do what you like.

so here i am currently still at my university, waiting to take this forsaken long test in NSTP. might as well flex my shutterbug fingers while i'm at it. T_T

Oh, days off make me lazy and sleepy. I don't know how I did it before. Sitting around watching cartoons is something I used to take for granted.

Journal: aellia (friends Only. comment to be added)
Website: Penny's Flickr
Other links to her writing are posted on her profile.

Penny is one of the most beautiful women I've seen. The truth is that Penny is ageless.

I've known Penny for all the time I have been here on LJ. What is absolutely wonderful and touching is that I have left LJ a few times on hiatus and then I come back, and no matter what, Penny has always been there for me. She has supported all my endeavors and she always has a word of love and peace for me.

Penny's journal is a treasure box. It's a beautiful combination of day-to-day stories with happy photographs and whimsical findings. Do not be surprised if in one day Penny posts three or four different things. Do read them all, I say, because you will be smiling widely after you do.

Think of an idyllic life in Great Britain, in a gorgeous home with a magickal garden, that's Penny's world. Add to the equation a handsome and kind husband, grown children, and...yes...three gorgeous grandchildren which are the love of Penny's life--and it shows!

This is a woman who is a writer and an artist and a photographer. If you believe in the concept of Earth Angels (reincarnated souls which have come to earth with a distinctive mission), Penny is most definitely one of those. My beautiful friend has the charm and elegance of a lady and the playfulness and wisdom of a sorceress.

Wanna know more? Penny has over 250 friends and in all the four years I've met her, she has kept her friends list almost intact--or so it seems to me. Why? Because Penny is not the kind of person you wish to miss.

Open your heart and let Penny in, for once you do, you know you had found a friend for life!

I don't know if I've mentioned this at all lately, but I am a great fan of pink lemonade. It's been a bit of a recent realization.... well not really a realization because I think I've always known I like it, but I think you may know what I mean here.

and getting somewhat to the point.... today I've been pretty much as unproductive as I could possibly be.
Went for breakfast with mum and nana and poppa.
Logged onto my lovely little laptop named Hob who has decided to behave today.
Found Dee's new house phone so I can call her and hopefully make plans for tonight.the rest of this afternoon.
Thought very hard about buying a lovely pendant or  two from inthebranches
Kicked myself a few times that I didn't get a macbook when I decided that I wanted a laptop. Even though I'm not crazy about the keys or the way some of the programs work, I still really like them. And there's another seller on etsy who makes gorgeous covers and socks for ipods and macbooks and such. And then I have the massive idea that if I wanted a cover/sock for my laptop why don't I just go and buy the stuff and make it myself. I'll have to do a bit of research into how exactly and what materials..... but I've a decent mastery of... my nan's sewing machine and I think I could do it with relatively no problem.


and yes, i think a somewhat longer update may be forthcoming... but I haven't quite decided on that quite yet. It may or may not happen. >_<

Also - went to the used bookstore yesterday and picked up a few books I've been wanting to get for a while.
The Queen's Bastard by C.E. Murphy
 - Ive been humming and hawing over this, but I figure I've loved the rest of her books, so why the heck not, it's not like I was paying full price from a regular priced bookshop or anything so even if I don't like it I'm not losing much. But I did read a few pages into it last night and I really like it so far, so as soon as I finish the other book on my side table I'll be sinking my teeth into this one. It should be a great read.

The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
I've seen this one a few times at other bookstores, but I saw it and again, though it worth the risk. After all, I've read one of her other books and liked it very much so I'm hoping this one will fit into the same category of awesome. :P



cheers!

Let your arms enfold us
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light

Hush, lay down your troubled mind
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind, whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe, so close your weary eyes

Let your arms enfold us
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light

Sleep, angels will watch over you
And soon beautiful dreams will come true
Can you feel spirits embracing your soul
So dream while secrets of darkness unfold

~Secret Garden, "Prayer"

I would like to wish phantomsgyrl a very happy birthday today! *does happy dance* *sings happy birthday* *makes toast with my tea* *throws confetti*

I hope you have a wonderful day and get all you wish!

Peace, Love, and Giggles,
Deanna

All icons can be found at my photobucket account. All I did was lighten them so that the details can be seen when they were shrinked.

( another cut )

Back to work.

I'm pretty sure I've recommended Selina Fenech before. She has a Freebie page that for a change had the artwork I wanted to use on it. YAY!!!!

Nicole Cadet also has free stuff.

Jessica Galbreth has some pretty wallpapers

Now for the reason I'm writing. Victoria Frances. Here site is a bit of a pain, so I recommend joining Victoria Frances Fan. Here books are available in English at Heavy Metal Favole I, Favole II, Favole III. They are each $14.95 and make great presents.

Beneath the cut are several of my favorite drawings of hers. Click on the small one, to go to a larger one.

( I haven't done a cut in a while )

Acabo de ver con mi prima (en vías de enfrikización) 8 horas seguidas de The OC, del 1x01 hasta el 1x13. He dormido sólo dos horas y media y no he sido capaz de despegarme de la tele.

( desvarío de shippers con spoilers de toda la S1 por aquí )

Naruto manga 410
Bleach manga 319

Por otro lado, ayer salí, ligué, y... digamos que le di un uso distinto al normal al baño de un bar. La tapa estaba bajada, antes de que preguntéis.

PD: Debo comentarios. Todos serán respondidos.
PD2: *hugs flist*
PD3: El tío cogió mi móvil, pero hubo un rato un poco tenso que ya contaré porque es colega de un ex-rollo que sigue queriendo conmigo (el chaval se preocupo mogollon cuando lo supo, en plan no quería hacer daño a su amigo. Un solete, ya os digo)
PD4: Debía medir como 1'90. ¿Qué me ha dado a mí con los altos? Estaba buenísimo, btw.
PD5: Me robaron la cartera y el movil T_______T

Yup! And then I'll end up missing it! LMAO It happens every year. I wait for the end because of all the traveling and boom, when it's over I'm lost and will sometimes just drive through the park to look at the fields! *giggles*

I've got a meme I've gotta do...although I can't right now. Must shower or ediot will be pissed if I'm late when he decides he's ready to leave. *rolls eyes* Such a wonderful man.

I hope y'all have a wonderful weekend! *waves* Take care, have fun, and stay safe!

Peace, Love, and Giggles,
Deanna

since you're checking, just wanted to say what just came to mind.

it's not your fault.

and i believe it's not mine either.

maybe we're just not compatible after all.

Yeah, that's all.

Good night.

(excuse me for this way of... 'talking', but I would tell you this thru something better like msn, but my msn is having pms so i cant get on. but eh its ok i guess, its nothing much)

I could tell you all the details you want. Like what happened, who it's meant for and why I decided to put it up.

But we're on this silent agreement of avoiding eye contact -actually, any sort of contact for that matter.

So I'll put it short for you:

No, it wasn't about you. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I do know a few more people than just the ones from college or highschool. I may have (in)direct messages to them, be it they visit my page or not.

Even so, it's a sort of, pleasant surprise. You actually don't try to avoid ALL contact after all.

Progress?

:)

(p/s: and to think that right before I read your reply, I was just browsing through some old photos of yesteryear. I wonder what you did with those with me in them. deleted? FYI, on my side, i didn't.)

Me: doing good. nothing new to report. Writing will commence shortly. Not today, but soon. I'm going to my mother's this week and if she bitches about my writing, I'll just go in another room. I'm going back to writing every day.

I saw this link to a Wall Street Journal article saying the credit to Dark Knight belongs to GW Bush and how it is a veiled metaphor for the Bush policies. I can't believe the Wall Street Journal actually published this. Can Murdoch just go the fuck away, please?

If you want to see John Barrowman: The Making of Me, join barrowmanfans. I'm downloading it right now.

Obama's speech in Berlin was amazing. Here is the link for it at his site (both vid and transcript). My favorite moment is when the audience chants "yes we can!" What is McCain going to say next "I double dog dare you to become President"?

Back to making icons. Hopefully, I'll have a post or two full of them later today.

"What is best in life?"

"To crush your enemies see them driven before you and to hear the lamentations of women... shit I fucked it, ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"To hear birds in the morning, or you wake up and it's raining and the rain on the window going pitter-patter, when it's cloudy and dark and your head's like a brick and you don't wanna move, so you wait so you pull up the covers not.... this sounds way too gay, I gotta start over. I hate my voice, ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"To be at the movies at the East-Towne 5 and you're holding her hand and you feel her blood going through her hand up into your body and the planets are crashing, the world is dying , but none of it matters. The sound of her body it's humming, the ions in the weird darkness, her beauty could turn you to stone and you know without knowing that you are alive and what it means to be dead. And you wanna go way out further than you've ever gone before, but everything's gone or slipping away and holding on to love is like hugging fog.... I'm falling to pieces, ask me again."

"What is best in life?"

"A bright white moon hovering over the swamp and the fireflies at the window all spelling your name and lighting the way to... no,  fuck,  wait."

"What is best in life?"

"The longing. The waiting. The mystery. The silence."


~ Bryan Charles, "Grab onto me tightly as if I knew the way"


banner courtesy of tralala_icons 

No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island, and he was wrong.
If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each others' tragedies.
We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories.
The shape does not change: there was a human being who was born, lived, and then, by some means or another, died.
There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life.

Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection), but still unique.
Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, "casualties may rise to a million."
With individual stories, the statistics become people - but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless.

Look, see the child's swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corner of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears?
To see him from the inside?
And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child?
And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies' own myriad squirming children?

We draw our lines around these moments of pain, and remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us.
They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous later to let them slip, pearlike, from our souls without real pain.
Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes.
And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.
A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

~ Neil Gaiman, "American Gods"


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