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I have two different Halloween costumes planned out.  Well, three really.

1) I'm making a dirndl out of some kitschy halloween prints for work, that I will wear with a mini witches hat.

2) I've got either a bearded woman costume, OR I need to make/find a good outfit to be a trainer for Anomellie for the Ghouls Gone Wild Parade.  She's gonna be a monkey, and I'd need a hurdygurdy or something simular with like a boom box in it and a jacket with tails, etc.

I will have to figure out what I'm doing for the second one.  I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to do the bearded lady, BUT someone else already has signed up to be the bearded lady.  I should go to the message board and beg.  Or call her.  I should call her, but all this modern texting technology where I don't have to actually deal with people has me spoiled.

Either way, I'll have the first one finished by the end of this week and the second one I hope to have a decision by the end of this week.

I also got to get this stupid christmas design display done.  Lace tatting takes FOREVER for the fully automatted super fast comercial machine to do. ;)  Ya know, like 45 minutes an ornament-ish.  You might say I'm cheating cause I'm not doing it by hand.  However, I never say I made it **AND** if I had to do it by hand, it would never happen.  So consider yourself rasberried!

My freakin leg is still bothering me. :(

I'm going to have to start swimming at the gym I guess.  I don't like having to bring a bag and shower there.  It's a hassle.  You can't leave things in lockers over night either.  Poo.  Atleast I know where my speedo is.

My goal at work today is to sew out the reindeer.  I haven't found the reindeer...  I don't know which collection they are even on, but I need to get this dumb display done!  argh! 

Meanwhile, my booth is also getting moved.  I hate the complete and utter lack of communication in the Hancock's management latter.  Seriously.  We are moving the booth (carpet, electricity, and all) the week of the 13th.  Hancock's has not contacted the owner/manager of my store.  This is baloney!

Discusting fake lunch meat I tell you!

All of it!

And I was going to spell check this entre but my computer desided that it is using type over instead of insert.  UGH!

I made a revolution hat.  I'm pretty stoked about it.

Next one will be a hair bigger and I'll actually do the hand sewing so it's all jazzy and professional like.


In other news - 

Big "debate" on TV tonight!  w00t!  It's a shame they don't score them like they sore debates in, I dunno... Debate class.

I'm thinking about asking if I can go to ref. training at this rollerderby boot camp.  I love to play, but my nerves in my left leg haven't settle down yet.  If I can ref. some games and play others, I'm doing it. 

I did go to the gym yesterday and as soon as I get a few more things done at the house and breakfast has settled away in my digestive track I'm going again today.  Doing cardio on the bike or swimming helps alot.

Now comes the time to choose. Should I go to two Harry Potter conventions next year, or do one convention and one [other trip] that is To Be Announced... It's getting to be the first price hike for Leaky Con, and that would be the one I'd substitute.

In other news, I will be having a job interview at [major airline] soon. It's better pay than I make now, does not involve flying, and will give me and family free plane rides. That will be pretty much awesome. So here's hoping I get it and can complete this semester without scheduling conflict.


In other news, the hobo community user on computer number 1 smells heavily of mothballs and cologne. Or maybe it's some sort of mothball-scented cologne... Do they make that? What am I saying, of course they make that! Cologne, as far as I can tell, is intended to have an overpowering stench, so as to make women pass out. Thus immobilized, these ladies are easy to drag back to one's cave by their hair.
When I was very young I used to wonder why anyone would want to crush moths into a ball. Now I wonder why that's not how mothballs are made.

Last night's party was really fun. I am amazed at the turn out! I'll post pictures soon. Rosie won the costume contest as Wii Girl. Sketch was Ronald McDonald Joker, Lina came as me, there were some fancy people, plain clothed people, Snidely Whiplash and victim, a pirate, Satan, and various others.
There was lots of alcohol and a lot of talking and mingling the entire time, and everyone seemed to be having fun. The Necronomicake was overly sweet, but everyone loved it. Some random guys from my apartments tried to get in and my brother played bouncer and got them to leave. Someone in the building called the cops on us, so we had to keep it down and I had to spend the last hour and a half shushing people and keeping their volume down. We played some Werewolf because it can be quiet. Then eventually people left around 3:30am. Thanks to everyone who came out and made my night! Pictures soon as I clear space on my computer.


I had so much fun, which is why it sucks that I'm depressed today. I'm depressed about my apartments and the fact that they seem to be trying to kick me out. I believe they really like the money that comes from a broken lease. They gave me a notice of "lease violation" due to "unsanitary conditions" in my apartment. What? Anyone who's seen my apartment can tell you that it's bare and pretty damn clean. Especially when they "inspected". How stupid. They're inspecting on October 3rd, so I guess I'll clean up my room and make Emmy clean her room. That one might be the reason for the "unsanitary conditions" rating. But every problem has a solution, so I'll clean my room Monday.

I'll post pictures soon of Josh and Jessica's wedding. I only have a few pics, as usual, but they're pretty good ones. Also, eventually, I'll get the rest of my Dragon con post up.

Piratepalooza was a blast. I love me some pirates. Everyone that wasn't there was apparently told the tale of the legendary red wig. Bob was in love with it, as was everyone else. I guess I just don't see it. I always just look like me to me. I think my favorite part of the palooza was the party in the ladies room. Funny stuff.


Right now I'm getting things ready for my birthday party. It's Heroes Vs. Villains themed. My cake is the Necronomicon and my costume is The Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight. Boom, baby, boom! I'm excited to see if anyone dresses up. I have a feeling few will, but I'd like to be pleasantly surprised.

Ian got me Dr. Steel's first and second albums, so I'll be enjoying that for a while. Emmy got me a creepy man mask and bacon salt. Mmmm, creepy men and bacon.

Time to machine tat a ton of x-mas ornaments to be prepared for Christmas decorating. 

I think I'm going to make a Hanukkah as well.


I don't really know enough about other holidays/traditions during the winter season to attempt making decorations.  I'm gonna stick to what I know, and not be a poser.


Whenever Mr. Fry shows up the store is going to buy supplies for Halloween and Thanksgiving as well.


Yay kitsch!

I really feel like I should get rid of a lot of things and I feel like I should change a lot of things. I don't want to be left with that "Now what?" feeling that always seems to accompany major changes that are more lateral moves than anything. "Hey, I cleaned the house and got rid of all the stuff I needed to get rid of. I'm still the same person, going to the same job, with the same pay, with the same people, with the same faults and inadequacies, with the same situation." Then I change jobs and then I'm stuck at the bottom of the latter with no experience in the situation I'm in. You have to start somewhere. You have to pick yourself up and kick yourself in the tail to make yourself go outside in to the world even if only into familar surroundings that you go out into everyday. Funny how depression causes a person to avoid all of the things that make themselves feel better. Sunlight, moving, good food, talking to friends, and even normal hygiene practices seem to not feel worth taking a part in. Just wake up and think, "Hey. I have to do laundry again. I have to eat again. I have to shower again. I have to brush my teeth again. I have to watch the news again." You might end up watching the news, but that's really it. Just sitting in a cess of uncomfortable stew waiting for something. No one can come take it away from you. You just have to wait until you are so uncomfortable you pop out of it like some sort of tart in the toaster. Setting goals for yourself simply means rebelling against yourself, which is much the same as cheating on a diet. You only hurt yourself, but even that thought is so cliche that it doesn't even cross your mind, which is not sick or broken so much as frozen. Stuck in a neutral gear unable to even move into first. Maybe the fork is broken or maybe the stick was installed incorrectly. We don't even know. Then the worst part begins to set in. The fear. Fear of changing your situation to something unknown. Even dogs don't want to have to go outside when they've been inside all day sometimes. Even though they know they can't use the corner of the recliner as their urinal, they don't want to go out into the familiar surroundings of the back yard they've been to so many times. They know you aren't going with them. I guess a problem I have is that I can't seem to go out into the world and sell myself to possible employers without feeling like I'm confessing my feelings of unrequited love. I realize that the two are only related in the feeling of sheer nakedness. The feeling that I have nothing to give and everything to loose sitting in that chair across from the person that I can't shake the feeling of being judged by because quite frankly that is their job that they are getting paid to do right then and probably something they do every day for hours. I don't think I could get passed all those papers on my desk being people. That's how I feel about all the warranty slips for sewing machines. If I don't get them to the post, I'm failing them. If I don't call all the ladies and let the know about the new cool thing, then they aren't going to get to have a fun Saturday with friends playing with it. That's really what life is about. Having a fun day with your friends completely oblivious to all those feelings that arise Wednesday morning of your life.