This one time, at band camp...
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: men are harder to draw
Okay, so I've gotten back into drawing my anime characters again. I've forgotten how difficult it is to draw anime guys...if not done properly, they tend to look more like girls--but without boobs. It's rather frustrating, and I'm going through erasers like crazy!

Weather update: I wanted to mow the lawn today, but it's supposed to rain any minute. Lately it's been pretty nice out, a little windy, and a bit chilly, but not frigidly cold. Yay! It's tornado season!! Okay, well, that's not a good thing, but if you've ever watched a tornado rip through a neighboring town, you'd know what I mean.

A Tornado story:
The year was about 1962, my dad was 14 at the time. He was at a friend's house with some other guys, no parents, just hangin out. It was a bright, sunny, warm day, then all of a sudden, it got dark and cloudy. Mist and fog quickly blanketed the area, while a torrent of rain and hail pounded the little town. The boys run outside, on to the porch, to experience the weather, then they see it. A massive twister headed right for the small town--right for them. The boys quickly run around, unplugging appliances, and throwing open the windows, they then take shelter in the basement under the stairwell. Ten minutes pass with relative quiet, until the entire foundation begins to shake, the four boys huddle closer together. As quickly as the shaking began it stopped. All was silent for a few moments, and they thought all was now well, so they stood up and prepared to depart the stairwell. Then the foundation began the shake more violently than before, and they dropped to dirt floor and holding on to one another.
"What the hell is going on?!" screamed Tom, but no one answered. Jack, however, did smack him upside the head for being an idiot and asking stupid questions at stupid times. Tom never did have good timing. Once the shaking stopped again, the boys waited a good twenty minutes, until they were certain the danger had passed. The boys cautiously climbed the stairs, opened the door that led to the rest of the house, and walked through it. All the boys stopped, their mouths hanging open in disbelief, as they looked around the house.
"My house!" cried Pete, "It's gone...it's fuckin gone!" He was correct, not unlike Dorothy, the house was completely gone. It had been picked up by the tornado, and smashed through the neighbor's now completely demolished barn. The only thing left of the house was the floor, including the trap door leading to the basement, and the large, iron bath tub.


The story you just read is true. The house was gone. The tornado ripped apart the small town of Mequon. Pete had a panic attack--he thought his mother was going to kill him. Tom fainted. Jack ran home to check on his family. And the other young man, who's not really mentioned (Bill), sat down in the dirt and proceeded to throw up when he noticed the demolished barn where he knew his dog had been sleeping.

"Look, if we don't get caught...then we won't get caught..."
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: The Great American Novel...Manga...Manvel...Novga...Whatever.
New title, new manga obsession! FullMetal Alchemist!!! Words cannot describe...
I think my next manga obsession will be DN Angel...I've heard grand things about it, and I've seen for myself the impressive & expressive art work it contains...I think I'd buy a copy solely for the artwork.
Tried Cowboy Bebop, didn't like it...I can't say why...
Finished Z-Boys. Erotic boy on boy, not to mention extremely romantic...why don't straight guys say things like that???!!! Damn you, straight guys, for not being romantic!!

Job Front: Going to job fair on south side tomorry...hoping it goes super-well. (Super-well translation: it ends up with me getting a friggen job!)

Question: What is the Great American Novel? Is it an actual novel, or is it a concept? Discuss.

Yep...
Mood:  mischievious
Uhmmm...yeah...as many of you already know, I'm dyslexic. Ergo, reading is not my strongsuit. I think my profs subconsiously know this and therefore give these horrifically large reading assignments. Grrrr. I have to finish reading/skimming 113 pages by 6pm Monday, and another 231 by Tuesday. I also have a light "discussion questions" assignment. I only have to answer 3 questions, but they're all so damned-ass complicated. They have no right friggen answer--so wrong!

Anywho. I broke my "I vow to go a full 6 months before dying my hair again" vow. However, place the personal failure aside, you will find that my hair is no longer the blondish-brownish-greenish-bluish thing I had happening there, but it is now a lovely dark brown. I hope it doesn't fade too much, I like it this color. BTW, dark brown/brown black is my natural color (*scratches head* "to the best of my recollection"), and I've forgotten just how hot my natural color looks on me...damn...I am gorgeous!

Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: New Mousie, New Mousie!!
Today, while I was at Wal*Mart(tm) to pick up a box of 3.5" floppy disks, I noticed a mouse. It was soooooo cute, and new, and it didn't have one of those gawd-awful trackerballs, + it was cheap (can I get a woot, woot! for the cheapness of it all?!). So, I bought the mouse, took it home and installed it. Oh, what a beautiful thing it is to have a mouse that actually works the way it's supposed to! The buttons work, every single time I click them. The wheel works, every single time I turn it. The cursor moves, but only when I move the mouse! It's one of those optical things...and ooooooh! I love it sooooooo much!!! Why do I love this inanimate object? Because it works the way it is supposed to, unlike Microsoft IE...but I refuse to get into that right now.

My new mouse is a Logitech Mini Optical Mouse, and she's plugged into my USB port right now!
Oh, yeah, it also lights up when I move it...SCORE!!

And it is once again the start of a new term!
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Comments from the good ppl @ Gaia Online...
I went to Gaia online today, I just wanted to see who actually reviewed my site. The reviews were so-so. I can live with that. They all, however, thought I was funny. I had no intention of being humorous when I started GoodFeathers Thoughts back on Yahoo!, or when I moved it to tripod. However, over time, it just sort of came about that way. As for the Good Typing page, that is NOT a joke. I like typewriters, love them. There's something tangibly nostalgic about a typewriter. They sing the melody of a writer deep in thought, or a loved one far from home, depending on what is being written, and by whom.

Moving on.

Job hunt. Not so good. I'm thinking of going out to Pewaukee for work, or perhaps Sussex. (these are townships well outside of the big city where I live, not nearly close enough to be considered suburbs) I'd prefer to stay where I'm at, but I dunno. I dislike this particular situation...I have no plan, I had a plan before, but now...Dammit, I had a fricken plan! PLAN!!!!!!! *deep breaths, deep calming breaths* Need job.

Once again, I now type fifty wpm, I have basic knowledge of blueprints, I can do rough carpentry, I have a positive outlook, I'm good with computers & I try to be good with people too, I can be a self-starter when I want to, and I have the ability to be well organized. Please hire me, I work like an intern & for less money!!!! Please, I need a job!

Place to live. Don't you find it funny that when there's no work to be found, there are apartments in your target price range all over the place?! GGGRRRRRRRRRR...

Colonel Sanders Haunted My Dreams Last Night!
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: A Tale of Two Scares
let me begin by saying that I am very near-sighted. For those of you who doen't know, that means I can't see things more than ten feet away with any kind of clarity without my glasses.

Late last night, around 1a.m., I get up from bed to go get my inhaler out of the kitchen, where I thought I'd left it. Being as I still live in the same house I grew up in, and the floor plan hasn't changed ever, I know the house pretty damn well. Therefore, I didn't think anything of wandering about in the dead of night with all the lights off and without my glasses. I round the corner from bedroom and walked into the hall. From here, I saw something that was kind of fuzzy and light colored near/in the living room at the end and to the right of the hall. I figured someone put something on the clock that's just around that corner, and it was just sort of hanging off the edge of the clock. (The clock is exactly 5.5 feet tall.) Anyway, I get half-way down the hall, and I glance at the thing that I think is resting on top of the clock. "Hey, that, what-ever-it-is-probably-a-bag looks kinda like a face," I thought as I took another step. I get about three feet away from it and, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed, I screamed like one of those girls in a slasher flick--woke up the neighbors, but not my son or my mother. While I scream bloody murder, I reach for the broom that is leaning on the wall next to the kitchen light switch, but I can't seem to get arms to listen to my higher brain functions, or my voice apparently, as I was still screaming. Now, why was I screaming like a virgin cheerleader in a slasher movie? Because, I saw, what for the life of me, I could have sworn, was the floating disembodied head of my beloved Daddy. The head moved to the left a bit and lowered, and suddenly the light came on, and shortly thereafter I stopped screaming. I looked down, and noticed that it wasn't the "floating disembodied head of my beloved Daddy", but the very much attached head of my asshole Dad, who stood there laughing at me! Jerk.
After all the fun, I returned to my search for my inhaler, it was still in my room...I couldn't find it because I had tossed my bandana over it and didn't think to look underneath.

He laughed at me! I screamed bloody murder and no one came to help! Gee, can you feel the love?


Anyway, everytime I fell asleep for the rest of the night, I had strange nightmares about the floating disembodied head of Colonel Sanders, and according to him, "Everything I know is wrong," or so the song goes. Thank you Weird Al!!

Brand Spankin' New Day...Oy Vey...
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Recent News and whatnot.
Okay, so I think I may have failed my marketing class...or at least gotten a really bad grade. I'm not very good at it, but I tried. Moving on. My knee no longer hurts, but I have a blister on my foot. And the boil is nearly gone. I think I may have started falling apart at the seams due to stress...I have been under an awful lot of stress as of late...

I finally met up with Bobbo at Webb's. It was great. We found out that our lives are pretty pathetic, we spent most of our time talking about Super Mario World, the old Super NES game for you youngsters out there. We had alsmost completely resconstructed the first island and the a good amount of the cave system on the back of a placemat. Go us!

This Saturday I will be leaving my baby boy (he's 4--but he'll always be my baby) with a sitter. I haven't had to leave him wth anyone except my parents since he was 5 mo. I know the sitters, they're my best friend's parents, and I know they'll do a good job, but I can't help worrying. I mean, you get awfully attached to your kidlets. Anyway, Jen's mama is really nice, and I like her a lot, besides she raised Jen...and Jen turned out better than alright. Who knows? Maybe my munchkin will pick up a few good habits while he's there. There's just one problem, I have to get up and out the door by 6:30 in the morning to get my boy there by 7:15, then I have to drive all the way across town again, to get to school. This means I'll have to wake up on Saturday morning at like 5:15! I don't think I can do it...

All New Stuff
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: I haven't had any damn coffee in over 24 damned-ass hours!
First off, I'd like to apologize for my inconsistant blogging style. I can't help it, it's just who I am; a tad inconsistant, a little flakey, but always there when you really need me.

Anywho. I haven't had any coffee since yesterday because we're out of creamer, and I simply refuse to drink coffee (or at least not that tar that comes out of my coffee pot) without creamer. I've been known to drink it black, but not often...usually if I'm nursing a hang-over (which hasn't happened in years) or when I feel like a good strong cup of black, unfooled around with, coffee (which doesn't happen often). I have yet another sinus infection, the Catholics have a new Pope, Benedict (though I think he should have called himself "Pope Joe" on principle), and I have a boil. Yes that's right, another sinus infection and a friggen boil. For those of you who don't know what a boil is, it's like a really nasty pimple, just bigger and a tad more difficult to live with. But, hey, at least it's easily covered by an article of clothing...I won't tell you exactly where it is, cuz I don't want you to laugh. I wriggled my way of antibiotics today from my doc, yay me. Once again, ladies, you know what I mean.
Today, when I heard about the new Pope in town, I tought about a particular miracle described in the Bible. (Before we go on, no I am not Christian...Yes, I am a real witch.) The miracle in question is the one of Elijah (? or is it Elisha, I can never remember?) Anyway, he doesn't die, but rather is taken up to heaven in a fiery chariot by some flaming horses, or so the story goes...the question I ask is this: If that happens to a Pope, what is the church's stance on electing a new Pope? Do they elect one? Or not because he didn't exactly die so much as he got whisked away? Seriously, I want to know, it's bothering me.

Pimpzilla update: Still haven't found the Pimpzilla browser for firefox...obsession is growing...

To Jeremy (if you're out there) how the hell come did you stop playing golf? You love golf, you have what it takes to go pro! (And, now don't tell anyone this, it gives me a reason to watch golf on tv.) I personally don't get the sport, but you do and what's more, you love it. Jem, "today is a great day for golf". Well, maybe not today, per se, probably Thursday, it's supposed to rain today, and tomorrow, but Thursday is supposed to be clear and sunny. Go play some damned golf.

Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: My Knee Really Hurts
Friday afternoon, I was putting the carseat in the car. No problem. I then tightened it down. No problem. Then, I tried to get out of the car. Problem. My foot slipped and my knee landed on "door jam" area. Hit my kneecap. Hurt like algebra class. I ended up limping around for the rest of the evening, thinking, "it'll be fine. I'll put my leg up when I go to sleep and it'll be fine in the morning." Saturday morning rolls around, I have class at 9 a.m.. I get up at 8:55 a.m., my school is a half an hour away. I jump out of bed and promptly fall on my ass on a pair of shoes. (So then my butt hurt too, but this blog isn't about my tushie.) My knee had briefly gone out, my leg collapse under me. When I stood up, my knee seemed to be on fire with a searing pain that I can only describe as "Owwie, owwie, owwie!" So I ended up being gimpy all of that day too, I didn't go to class either, because it was my right knee that was all screwed up and I therefore couldn't drive. Sunday, it still hurt, but not as bad. Monday, it didn't really hurt too much, but every time I straightened it out, it would hyperextend beyond all reason, and it only hurt a little when I put weight on it. It kept cracking as well, for no apparent reason, cracking and hyperextending. The hyperextending hurts. Oddly, though, the bruising didn't show up until Monday. I'm starting to think that maybe I should see a doctor, but you know me, I'm stubborn. I don't like doctors, it's not personal, I just don't like them. They smell like generic antibacterial soap and alcohol. White trench coats are not flattering, no matter how many cute damned button you put on them. I digress. Knowing me, I probably won't see the doctor until it's too late to do anything about the problem. Did I mention that I don't like doctor offices either? They smell like saline solution. Once again, I digress. In conclusion, my knee really hurts.

I know, it's not the best blog, but at least I posted something.

Never a dull moment...

NEWS BULLETIN: Icarus applies to the Academy of Good Listeners...
Mood:  blue
Now Playing: On Daddys and Daughters
I'm holding back the tears right now...but bear with me. My Daddy has a pretty serious heart condition. He's had 2 heart attacks, and has 3 stents (<- sp?), now he also has high blood pressure and he's been having chest pains for the past month. He just told me a couple minutes ago about the chest pains. His doctor gave him some meds to help the bp, just 5mg a day. For the first week of taking it he'll be pretty sick; dizzy, vertigo, nausia, light vomiting, no depth perception. He won't take it. Here's his reasoning: "there's too much work to do, especially outside. I need to work on the cars, and rebuild the lawnmower." He also thinks that first one of these new meds he takes will be his last, cuz he's afraid they'll kill him.
He doesn't seem to realize the fact that he'll only be sick for a few days, and the odds of the new med killing are far better for him than the odds of me killing him at this point! I can't help it--as an "adult" (and I use the term loosely) I'm pretty damned pissed at him for being so stubborn, selfish, and childish...but as his daughter, I'm just a little freckle-faced girl who's scared she's going to loose her Daddy.
Okay, crying now.
I mean, dammit! I know if he dies all becuase he won't take a stupid pill, I probably won't ever forgive him for it & I know I won't forgive myself for not forgiving a dead man...(I have a whole subscription of issues pertaining to the forgiveness of the dead.)

BTW: A phlebotomist is a person who draws blood. Thank you, Jenny.

i'm gonna go and have a good cry, then finish my homework.