where have all the flowers gone?

Okay, so, you should all go do this.




It's a site akin to Paypal. I was wary at first, but I did find a USA Today article on it. Through tomorrow, April 15th, you get a $25 sign-up bonus for registering an account, which you can transfer to your bank account for no charge, or request that they mail you a check (that costs $2.50).

Plus, for everyone I refer, I get an extra $10. bluesilverkdg has done this and has received the referral money on top of her initial $25, and has made something like $85 off of it. If you do it, though, please click on the button above, so that I can take credit as the referral :D.

I'm not sure if anyone on my friends list is actually a California resident (whistle_kestrel, I know you're going to school there, so this may interest you), but I'm sure some of you have friends who are, so please pass this on as soon as you get the opportunity.

It's also kind of old news, but I recently found out about it, so there.

In October of 2005, the California state legislature passed bill SB 861, which requires all owners of pit bulls in the state to have their animals spayed or neutered. Which is good in a way, because it does help prevent animal overpopulation, but it is also a kick in the gut to legitimate breeders and completely unfair to the breed itself, since the law does not encompass any other breeds. It's simply a form of breed discrimation, buying into the hype that certain breeds are always more dangerous than others, which is absolute bullshit. I've known many pit bulls who are the sweetest dogs in the world.

Anyway, I don't think there's actually anything you can do unless you're a Californian citizen, but if you are, you can go to www.defeat861.com. It's too late, I think, to do the petition thing -- the site says they have to be turned in at Sacramento by January 5th, I assume 2006, not 2008 -- but you can probably contact the owners of the site to find out what you can do to help.

Please pass this information on, even if none of your LJ friends live in California. There's a chance that one of their friends or friends' friends do, and a chance that someone just might pass it by.

Major friends list purge. Harass me if I removed you and you want back on.

Also, friends only from now on.

So, fuck the chess set. This attitude came up when I realized that I had miscounted and did not have enough breeds of dogs for the number of pieces I needed, then that I still had fourteen pieces to make by 9am (this was around 11:30pm), and then that even if I did manage to get them all made, there was no way they'd be dry enough tomorrow to fire.

So I went to Wal-Mart and spent the very last few pennies we had (I was actually ten cents short, and the cashier took pity and gave me a dime XD) on a cheap table lamp, some felt, some pipe cleaners, and some feathers. So I'm making a lamp. It will be a dragon. And I will have all weekend to work on it, yay.

The chess set wasn't a total disaster, though. I'll have at least a few neat little dog figurines now to add to my collection, once they're fired and glazed.

No word on kitty owners yet. I went knocking on doors in the complex today. People had seen him around, but had no idea who he belonged to. I made a list of apartments at which I had no answer, and I'll make another round tomorrow to those. If no one claims him at that point, then I guess I'll start making flyers.

I really think that if I do find the owners, I'm going to give them our cat condo. Our cats don't really care for it much at all, and he freaking loves the thing.

So, um. We found a cat. I really don't need this right now. Random cat whose owner we don't know the identity of is not kosher. However. I will not put him back out in the parking lot. It's going to take some haggling with Ben, but it's getting to cold at night for him to be out there by himself, not to mention the fact that we're on the road, and a lot of people live here so the chance of him getting hit by a car is pretty high. I'm gonna go knocking on doors tomorrow. I know he belongs to someone -- he's got a collar. It'd be more useful if it had a tag or something.

Gah. It was like pulling teeth just getting Ben to let him stay a little while. We suspected he was our neighbors', but I asked and he isn't. =groan=

So, Ben and I have been together two years, as of today. Actually, as of sometime during the wee hours of this morning.

It's so crazy to think we've been together that long. So much has happened, but then it seems just yesterday we went and ate 8am McDonald's for our first "date," after staying up pretty much all night.

My life is so different now than it was two years ago, though I couldn't imagine it any other way.

So, for my final project in 3-D Design, I'm making a chess set. The pieces are made of clay. I'm using different breeds of dogs to represent each piece. I need to have them done by Wednesday, I think, to give McBeth time to fire them. Out of 32 pieces, I have eight done. Three labs and two golden retrievers (that don't... really look like labs or retrievers), a Shih-Tzu (which turned out awesomely, I love it), a collie and an Afghan hound (which are acceptable). I also have the board done, which took me a total of about six hours. I'm actually thinking that I may have to trash it though and either find a bigger piece of wood or just paint the top of my card table (which would actually be pretty cool), because my pieces are turning out bigger than I intended and I am not starting over.

We're carving stone in sculpture. Argh. We're even using fairly soft stone, and it's just... ugh. It's really a low priority at this point. He really picked crappy assignments to only give us two weeks to complete them.

But, on the up side, NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL YAY. After that, it's cramming/panicking for finals, and the a WHILE MONTH off for Christmas. I am so glad that this semester is nearly over. And, after next semester, I'll finally have all my gen ed requirements. Which is kind of sad, seeing as I only have three semester left in college period (not counting this one). Oh, well.

And, I might possibly have a job at public safety next semester. So everyone can hate me as I give them tickets for parking where they aren't supposed to. But I went in and talked to them, and she practically hired me on the spot. I'm supposed to go back next week to talk to the interim director and stuff. It should be a great job, other than having to work outside in the cold and heat. I won't work when it's raining or snowing heavily, I never work past 4:30pm, and they work completely around my class schedule. Yee.

Oh, and, I only have six absences in art history, and Dr. Eckert said I'll probably get out with a B. So, big relief on that end. I'm hoping that I'll be a little more on the ball next semester. I blame my crappy performance this semester on not really have a summer break at all, due to Wal-Mart.

It is way, way past my bedtime.

I'm going to guess that the point of the Wii is to get kids up off the couch and actually active a little while still playing video games. I really don't see this appealing to most gamers, though. I could be wrong. But still. I mean, who wants to actually have to box in order to play the boxing game?

I do wonder if you can make the super heroes dance in the Marvel Ultimate Alliance game, though XD.

I just saw a commercial for "Guys Gone Wild." I was in the kitchen cooking when it came on, and thought it was a spoof just listening, but no, it was an actual commercial. I can't describe how amusing that is after seeing years and years of "Girls Gone Wild." XD Though I must say, manboobs are not nearly as exciting as womanboobs.

It's 3:02am. I have class at 9 in the morning, and I really can't afford to miss again. I'm wide awake. I'm thinking tonight might be an all-nighter. Yay for holidays screwing up sleep schedules.

Thanksgiving with my family was great. I came away with lots of meat, as always, plus a crockpot and an electric frying pan. Plus $45, twenty of which went to Jamie for taking us out to eat (though she doesn't know it), twenty more which went into Cheryl's Christmas present (which she opened early tonight, because neither one of us could wait XD), and five of which went to random things like cordial cherries X3. I can't feel bad about accepting money from my parents this go around, because most of it went to other people anyway.

I have fried deer roast. It's pretty good.

I made enchiladas for dinner tonight. They were wonderful.

I made my first post to LJ on August 12, 2001. I was fifteen (and gods was I emo). I'm twenty now. That means this journal has been going five years solid plus a little more. I don't think I've ever been anywhere so long. (Souls is a close second, though my membership there has been in and out a lot.) Go me! I feel old.

So I have a list of graduate schools that I haven't really narrowed down yet. This is going to be a lot of work, deciding where I want to go. At least I've got a while.

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Seems more or less accurate, to me.

So we're having Thanksgiving with Ben's parents tomorrow night, and then leaving out for my parents' house. We'll miss the meal with my family, but it's not a big deal. The people I really want to see I'll see while I'm there anyway, and I can always get leftovers. What's important is that Jamie will still be there and I'll get to hang with her.

AND my dad freaked me out a little. Normally, when Ben and I come to stay, Ben sleeps in my old room on my twin bed and I take up the couch. When Jamie's there, we fold out the couch bed -- when Jamie brings someone, they take the couch bed and I take a recliner. Well, my father suggested the following sleeping arrangement for this weekend: my mom sleeps in her recliner, as always, Daddy takes my old bed, Jamie and Maryann take the couch bed, and Ben and I take his queen bed. This is awesome mainly because I actually get a comfortable bed to sleep on. It's amazing because my father actually suggested Ben and I sleeping in the same bed together. We're talking about the man who, when I was a teenager, would not let me close the door to my bedroom if there was a boy in there.

My apartment took about three days to go from pretty damned clean to an absolute disaster area again. I don't understand why I can't keep this place clean. It's not this hard for other people. It just seems that if I were going to keep it remotely clean, I would have to be constantly cleaning, and that just doesn't seem quite right to me. Bleh.

I am a slacker. We only have two days of class this week. I have three classes on Mondays, two on Tuesdays. I skipped two yesterday and two today. Although skipping art history wasn't entirely my fault. Somehow Ben interpreted, "Wake me up at 8:30 so I can make it to my 9am class," as "Don't get me up until 9:30 because I'm not going to class." So I figured, hell, I might as well skip theatre too. And I was way to sleepy to go to sculpture at 9:30 this morning... and overslept and didn't wake up until 12:30, making it impossible for me to make it to 1pm physics on time, so I said fuck it.

Absences are going to make me fail my classes xX. I don't know what is up with me this semester. Oh, well.

Either way, happy early Thanksgiving!

My twnety-seven year old sister is bringing her nineteen year old girlfriend home for the holiday. She's younger than me. This is going to be an interesting Thanksgiving.

The internet keeps shitting out (but not like, my IM programs or LJ client or anything, just the browser -.-) and Charter is too reatrded to get it the fuck fixed. I'm sick of paying $50 a month for internet I can't get to work half the time.

In light of dead internet, I had to wait until I was on campus this morning to register for classes. They are as follows:

Drawing II (audit - Stout) -- MWF -- 10am-11:50am
Mixed Media (Shaw) -- MW -- 1pm-3:50pm
Women in Art (art history - Eckert) -- MW -- 4pm-5:15pm
Art History 211 (Eckert) -- TR -- 11am-12:15pm
Physics 102 (Erkal) -- TR -- 1pm-2:50pm

Not a very big change, time-wise, from this semester, except I get to sleep in a little more. Maybe, anyway. I'm going to try and get a job as a ticket writer at campus security, and they'll probably have me there at 8am every morning if I do.

I'm excited about auditing Stout's Drawing II class. Despite the fact that he's really intense and assigns a lot of work, I really, really miss having him as a teacher. Besides, he also said that I wouldn't have to follow along exactl with the class syllabus, and that he'd probably come up with some other stuff for me to do since I've already done all the assignments once. And, since I'm auditing, if I get bogged down I don't have to worry about my grades for that class.

Ahahahahaha. I have an art history paper due at nine am. It is 2:03 am. I am not getting much sleep tonight. Either that, or my paper will be late. We shall see.

Opening night for Lysistrata was last night :D. We had an open dress rehearsal Wednesday night, which went well, but the energy last night was insane. We had a huge crowd. They were actually selling balcony seats, which rarely happens for Vanguard productions, from what I understand. There are rumours that we actually sold out, but I have not verified whether those are true or not. The audience was great. We got lots and lots of laughs :3. AND the Old Women's and Men's Chorus (I'm a member of the Women's) got just as much extra applause as the lead character, which made me incredibly happy X3. The play itself went realy well, except for the missed music cue at the end (which was actually, I understand, the technology shitting out), which left the entire cast looking like retards because we were dancing around on stage with no music.

So! Tonight and tomorrow night at 8pm and Sunday at 3pm. If you're able, you should definitely come see it, because it is awesomeness.

My parents are even coming to see it Saturday night. They'll be here around noon so we have time to visit and stuff -- I'm excited. They haven't actually come to see me in Martin since the first semester of my Freshman year, two years ago. Unfortunately, though the play doesn't start until 8 and I'd normally get there at six, I have to be there at four for photos. Ah, well.

OH MY GOD THEY DON'T HAVE SEX THE SAME WAY I DO LET'S MAKE THEIR LIVES MISERABLE.

=mutters darkly=

I remembered tonight why I don't eat eggs :(. It sucks to love a food so much that makes you so sick.

I never thought I could do the whole stick your fingers down your throat to throw up thing.

I discovered at about 1:45am that when your stomach hurts badly enough, you can do things you never thought you could.

(Don't worry, I'm not turning bulemic. My stomach just had things in it that it really hated, and I had to get them out. Trust me, throwing up is one of my least favorite things in the world to do. Blech.)

I promised, and I shall deliver.

Art.

Ugh.


Nothing makes you feel like a true college student like getting a little too drunk and throwing up in the McDonald's parking lot.

Tomorrow, I'm sure this will be hilarious. Happy Halloween.