This entry is post dated for January 1st 2008 because I want it to stay up long enough to ensure that it is seen.

Dear Room Mates, Ruby, Tim & Astrid...

We have a house inspection this month. Twice this week I have uber-cleaned both the kitchen and the living room. I went out into the living room this morning and found that not only was it trashed again, but someone had made hot coca on the stove, spilt it all over the place, and instead of cleaning it up, had wadded paper towels over the mess and left it there. Now the paper towels are stuck to the counter.

It is my belief that ... unless I take initiative and clean it up tonight... those paper towels will likely stay there for several days.

This is what the kitchen looked like two days ago... I was so proud I took pictures. Here is a picture of it this morning.

  
 

I know you guys told us when we first moved in that this was a slob enviroment, but we have inspection this month!

This is stressing me out so very badly, guys...  It actually hurts my feelings a -lot- that I cleaned so well for everyone and the "No computer while watching rented movies" changed to "No computer while watching anything of interest" (as Hellboy is an owned DVD that we can watch any old time)

 That rule started out as a cutracy; you guys asked if I wouldn't mind moving and I always did because I love you guys and didn't want to be a pain... but when it became a demand, it also became an irritation. I feel like a little kid who can't even sit in the living room durring "grown up" time.

Just thought you should know. The mess with inspection so close is my main problem right now. I wanted to tell you guys in person but I can't think of a better way to say it then with pictures, and I'm out of ink.  I'm going to clean it again this weekend, so it will be clean for inspection. Please... please guys... try a little harder?

Just to make it easier:

I will be buying paper/plastic plates and bowls, and putting all other dishes away until after inspection.

So Zy is finally safe and sound at home.

His plane came in around 11:10 in the pee em last night, and he looked horrible! Poor baby had been traveling since around 8 in the morning, and airports are apparently worse about overpriced food then movie theaters: he spent $3 on a cup of fucking yogurt and that's all he had to eat the whole 15 hours he was in transit!

Apparently, in Boston, a security guard warned him right off the back he was going to get hella shit for the way he was dressed... quote "You knew you were coming to an airport today, didn't you, kid?"

He got stopped and searched 4 different times...

Apparently, the reason his flight took so long is the plane he was supposed to get on early this morning was having mechanical issues, so two hours after it was supposed to have left, they switched everyone on that plane to an alternate plane that had to go through Reagan National Airport in Washington DC.

He got a bunch of shit there because of how he was dressed, and  one guard decided to tell him after searching him that they had to be extra careful because former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto was visiting DC, and blah.

From there, he flew to LA, and switched over in San Fran. Now, when he missed his original 6PM arrival, I thought maybe I'd misread the ticket, so I waited until the 8PM. It was THEN that the clerk told me the San Fran flight had trouble, and he'd be on the 11PM *maybe*.

And you guys know the rest of the story:

( Fuck United Airlines In The Ear - They Don't Use the Space Anyway )
So yeah, to all my fellow Arcatians and Eureka dwellers, ect --- DO NOT FLY UNITED! They wouldn't even allow him a courtesy call either time he was stranded because of their negligence, and although there were meals on flight for each plane, the nearly 10 hour delay did not warrant some small complementary meal or anything? I told the clerk I spoke too on the phone that he did not have any money for food, and she gave me a sarcastic "there's peanuts and pretzels on flight". --- Oh good, SHOVE THEM SOMEWHERE, WENCH!

The Arcata Airport also offers Horizon and SkyWest, although they might suck just as bad... I'll have to read some reviews.

God, we're so fucking underdeveloped as a species... everyone thinks we're just so damn advanced, yet we can't keep some fucking airplanes flying smoothly or on time. It would be kind of funny if it weren't so damn annoying.

Okay, today is officially my 12th day (I'm counting the 9th) without my Dwaggins,

Finnlly got him on the phone though. He's doing well, enjoying himself and, although he dreads the flight home because he now seems to hate airplanes (because of the obnoxious people on them?), is looking forward to being home with his kitty. I asked him what he'd like for dinner on Monday. He laughed and said "What kind of question is that? It's Thursday... what do I want for dinner on Monday?" ... "It's a wife-y question!"... "lol!"

He wants to go to Vegas now in early October, as a group of 5 of his wow buddies are apparently doing something over there, and I told him that AFTER I have bought Tim and Rubies wedding gift, if we can afford for both of us to go, we will. So if it happens, I'll be included too! Yay! Mini-Vacation with my honey! <3<3<3

Its on my natural days off: leaving early the 7th, back early the 10th, so I won't miss work. I will miss a day or possibly two of school, but I have missed none so far and 6 days are allowed. There is a slight risk of layover at airports causing me to miss work Wednesday though: Craig, I will call you and give fair warning if this becomes a probability.

Anyway, only four days left until he's back. It's not soon enough. I'm starting to have the lonlies really bad... couldn't sleep last night.

About an hour after I had *tried* to sleep, I wanted to go bug Ruby for a hug or something, but I wasn't sure if she was still awake, and getting up to check would probably have me up for the rest of the night... so I just cuddled the stuffed cat Zy gave me for Christmas last year and eventually dozed off. It was horrible though... one of those "Crap... I'm never going to sleep, and theres still 7 fucking hours left until daylight" kind of things.

Dono what I'm going to do tonight, as its been getting progressively worse. Hope it won't fuck with my energy too bad...



Ps. Oh, Tyler got mad at me... that's never happened before, although people I hang out with tend not to "get mad" in the same sense as most people - there were no really bad feelings and 30 seconds later all animosity had passed: its just that he was showing me this comic strip (which I really like) and since a few of the characters are bi or otherwise (and lets face it... they're furries)

I asked him if the character Able was also "oh so very the gayz" (totally TOTALLY affectionate in asking, I swear!) and he told me quite bluntly that the idea of me even asking just because he wears a pink apron while cooking, actually enjoys cooking, has chest hair markings that look like a ladies corset, and speaks rhetoricly 75% of the time pisses him off - as people often assume he is gay for the same reasons.

I wuff my Tyler, but if somebody asked me if he was bisexual, I would put my guess at "Pretty much". So yeah ^^() I just don't see why people assume this is a bad thing? o.O I mean... the guy is like, one of my top 3 best fucking guy friends.

What's funny, is before that - I had made a comment about how that SAME character so very much reminded me of Zy XD

Here's Why:



The one that started the merfs:




Crap, I'm late for work >< Gotta fly!!

<3

Ugh... I don't want to sleep, but I know I should...

Zy is leaving for his trip to Cambridge at eight thirty this morning.  I am sad because it's our anniversary and I only get to see him for the whee hours of the morning, but it's purely a pleasure trip on his part - he's going to hang out with a friend of his for two weeks. They play WOW together, mostly, so I can just picture them sitting right next to each other on a couch... laptops in their respective laps, talking shit on ventrilo all of 5 feet away from each other.

Hehe... I <3 my nerdy nerd...

Anyway, Zy and I have been together 4 years now. Yup... about 11:40AM this day in 2003 we sat eating lunch together as nothing more then high school buddies (buddies that flirted way to fucking much XD) and got into a wrestling match. Fight ended with "Do you like me?"

Apparently, just about everyone in the student body laughed their asses off when the bubble head and the little goth kid went "official" as we flirted so damn much everyone either thought we were a couple anyway, or thought it was weird that we weren't.

Anyway, I think I'm going to crash... that beds looking damn comfy all of a sudden. Zy just climbed in ;3

Update and background on my search....

Background: Okay... this is my friend Ani (Andrew). He's the one that got me into SCA and boffers.



He's my tutor from when I lived in Ukiah. We were friends in High School, through our mutual friend Nicole. Although he lives over 200 miles away from me now -  and thus, I have had all of 2 lessons - I was hookedthe first time he handed me a boffer sword and started teaching me. Apparently, HIS teacher, Boune is originally from Ukiah, and *started* the SCA thing up here in Humboldt County.  (Which, I am told, has degenerated into "Boffers" since The Barron died?)

I have been looking for Boune, but it's been difficult with work and school.

Update:  I had lost hope on finding Boune until last week, when his room mate just happened to be discussing sword scars in the store where I work, and curiosity got the better of my manners - I asked him.

Apparently, Boune is still here, and both he and his roomie still occasion the boffer wars at Sequoia Park. Luckily, Sunday is one of my days off. *SQUEE*

Then, I found yet another Ren Fan on humboldt here on Live Journal. I am so happy to find that there are more then just a couple fans around here! My current room mates are old members of the SCA from the Barron's days, but discouraged me from getting involved with the recent group, as it's just not the same (?)

I'm totally hopeful now that maybe, just maaaybe, I'll be able to get back into this with a crowd of people who look at it the same way I do, as opposed to a bunch of teens hitting each other with padded sticks. (Not that it's a bad thing... I'm just more interested in the old times, if that's understandable)

More Pics:

Me in costume, 2005 & Ani in Costume.. who knows when?



My hand first boffer sword:

Dear Weiss,

Have you ever heard of Godwin’s Law?

It's a rule of debate that states that in any argument or "battle of whit" the probability of one party using a nazi comparison increases as the argument goes on. Whichever party abandons logical argument for nazi comparisons first automatically looses all credibility in the argument.

This is because nazi comparisons to things that do not actually involve nazi's fall into the category of "memetics"  - which is a mass spread idea regardless of validity... like if idiocy were contagious (although that‘s a whole separate debate on its own). Therefore, by using such a comparison, you are dulling the significance of REAL Nazi victims, and helping to spread the disease of idiocy.

That means You Loose.

Much Love,

The "Nazi" girl at the gas station, who won’ sell you booze because you are a drunk.

I just realized something very cool...

Samhain is the Gaelic word for November. I was born in early November.

Samhain was a significant time for divination, perhaps even more so than May or Midsummer’s Eve, because this was the chief of the three Spirit Nights. Divination customs and games frequently featured apples and nuts from the recent harvest, and candles played an important part in adding atmosphere to the mysteries. In Scotland, a child born at Samhain was said to be gifted with an d� shealladh, “The Two Sights” commonly known as “second sight,” or clairvoyance.

Samhain is celebrated on November Eve (October 31st) and the festival itself lasts November 1st, 2nd, and 3rd.

I was born on November 9th, so I'm only six days off.

This makes me feel special. Now I must look up and read as much as I can about this Celtic festival, as it is coming up and I want to learn.

I didn't have any junkfood... Hell, I wish I had because at least then I would have had something sweet and yummy.

But I was having nightmares all last night.



They weren't really all that scary, just realistic and stressful. What's weird is that I was waking up in between them (which is probably why I slept a total of 12 hours) and usually, broken sleep cycles will stop a stream of bad dreams, but as soon as I fell back asleep, I got another one!

Yet another milestone in the "Life of Me"

I start college today! Whoot, I'm a freshmen again XD

I woke up way to fucking early (5:40) but I was awake, so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep.  I'm actually very curious as to what my hair is going to do with itself today once it dries... I got it cut yesterday, and I swear to god, licensed or not, shopping mall stylists are just... bleh... she was really nice, but for $25 (eighteen plus gratuity)  it was kind of wft to hear right off the bat "Your hair is too long and thick; a crown layer would take FOREVER" ... so what did I get instead? She snipped three locks on each side and called that a layer job. *Sigh*

Anyway, I'm going to leave early to get a parking spot... since it's the first day, that's probably going to be a lifesaver. I'm bringing the laptop, just for the sake of bringing it. I very much doubt any professors will require it's being out on the first day, but it'll be cool to scout out the hot spots on the campus after class.

I'm part timing it this semester, because I still have 6 car payments left and care for my boss and co-workers (well, some of them...) too much to ditch during this busy ass season. Seriously, they've got the first rush of school, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Giftmahanaquanzica to deal with. I'll be going full time student under the VA Dependent program this Spring (Summer at the latest).

Anyway, I'm going to head out now. It's almost 7 and classes start around 8:30. I gotta stop for gas and breakfast.

Wish me Luck <3



Ps.

Yes, I am feeding the wank fire.

Because I am just TOTALLY a racist!

See me DOMINATE my poor, half black brother: (Top Right)
Don't be fooled by the tearful smiles - there's an angry mob in the reception hall! (Top Left)
Willy is just TERRIFIED of me, can't you tell? (Top Middle)
Although, he looks pretty spiffy in a cowboy hat. (Bottom Left)
My uncle, the one with the shades, is just ASHAMED of my racist self (Bottom Middle, second to the right)
My best guy friend and second love, Randen, says my Spanish sounds  more like Japanese. (Bottom Right)






Ah... family. Have fun, Loomis.

< / Sarcasm >

Ps. Willy says this shit is "bonk!"

Went down to Ukiah to visit my dad and get some paperwork done for school.

It's still beautiful, in a very different way from Humboldt, and man is it HOT! I got a sunburn just from going out and about on errands, then walking 5 blocks in the sun. Seriously; I was out there for less then 2 hours and I was burned! But it wasn't bad... doesn't even hurt.

Isn't it pretty?


A row of some of my favorite shops                                                        The Plaza


I got to ride on my dads Harley, and my little sisters horse, Alucard. He's a good horse; I learned to ride on a horse that had been broken wrong... she'd been taught that a light squeeze of the legs meant to speed up, and a firm "Hey!" meant stop. With Alucard (and apparently most standard broke horses) squeezing with your legs is actually "Stop" and  "kiss N kick" is go. So I was sending him mixed signals. He was very patient with me anyway. Good boy, especially since he's a race horse, not a trail horse.

Britt, my little sister, showed me how to ride him properly, but it's too bad I live so far away and can't take lessons from her on a regular basis. That would be something awesome!

Dad took me on the Harley just for fun while we were running some errands. He wanted me to set up a wireless network in his house so my still-under-18 and thus still-living-at-home little brother and sister could do their homeworks in their own rooms and not fight over the internet when school starts.

That took a tiny bit of trial and error, as the first router we got was defective and I waisted 2 hours trying to work with customer support as to why I had my laptop right NEXT to the router and was only getting one bar / it wasn't asking for the password I had just set to it, and was still showing up as "linksys" in my search for wireless networks. He eventually ran out of ideas and told me to return it. The next one we got worked perfectly in less then 5 minuets.

We also went to the Mendocino County Fair. That was kind fun although I don't think I'll go again.... $40 to get in and $75 for 3 ride passes, and they only had three rides worth going on. Five total, they had a zipper, a gravatron, and a faris wheel. The other two were strain-your-neck-and-loose-your-lunch (but still not all that exiting) rides,  another much smaller faris wheel, and there were probably 15 little kiddy rides. It was good to hang out, and dad gets points for the though and effort, but it wasn't worth what he paid for it. I feel bad that he spent so much.

I was a little put out by the amount of racial crap going on in Ukiah. There was actually a booth at the fair selling shirts that said "WE ARE NOT WHITE and WE ARE NOT IMMIGRANTS - WHITE PEOPLE ARE THE INVADERS IN OUR COUNTRY"

When the hell did it become OK to wear racist stuff on t-shirts, no matter who's doing it, much less sell it at family gatherings? I mean, sheesh... it really makes me sick how people think it's okay for someone to be a complete racist as long as it's not coming from whites. What the fuck?! Racism should be wrong no matter what race you are. It's fucking retarded.

If wearing that kind of shirt is okay, I want one that says "No, I'm not a racist... but if you wondered just because I'm white - maybe you are."

Ukiah was much more community based when I was little.  It really bothers me that it's taken such a turn...

Anyway... I gotta go to work. I had lots of fun this weekend, but now it's time to earn my rent money ^_^
Hopefully, Britt will email the pictures we took at the fair soon so I can post those too.

Ja ne!!




 

Dear 8 or 9 year old with the green rocket ship Pj's,

You are a local; your grandmother and mother both come in here constantly - as a matter of fact, your grandmother has that ugly teal green station wagon, so don't act like I haven't told you before "Excuse me! No Heelys!" before. I understand the first three times you may not have heard me, as you were zooming past me in speeds that are just not appropriate indoors...

But I ---know---- I got you this time... I caught you as you were coming out of the bathroom (again, gliding around on those damn things). You almost fell, and I was waiting for you. You looked right at me, and we made eye contact, and i said "Hey there, kid. You can not useyour Heelys here; it's just not safe. Understand? They have to stay in while you're here because theres lots of cars and other people and glass. Okay?"

You looked right at me and said "Okay." ... Then popped those G** **** ******* heels out and glided right past me, out the door, down the handicap ramp, and all the way across the gassing station to your grandmothers car. WTF?!

Oh. My. God, you little F'ing Shit, I HATE YOU!!!

I told my manager about it, and the next time you come in here, we're going to kick your little ass out. That's right, kid, you have officially made the shitlist... you're not allowed in here unless you have a parent with you.  That's called rules, and enforcement. Probably the first time you've ever seen it. I doubt you get much parenting at all, and that might explain why you run around in your little kid pajamas

No Love.

*Confetti, Cake, & Candle Light*

Today was Zy's and my one year wedding anniversary!! Last year, on July Second, 2006 we tied the knot



Today, we celebrated with our room mates and very good friends, Tim and Ruby. I made a cake, Ruby cooked a wonderful dinner, and we all sat down and ate by candle light. Can't talk much now... important bedroom stuff... but here's some pictures:



Mmmhhhh... Yummy chocolate top layer wedding cake... (We didn't keep ours)



Dinner table right before we sat down.



Zy grumping on the couch "Where's my food, womans?!?" XD


I love that silly butt.

It's not a renfair, but it's almost as good...

I made my first, very own boffer sword yesterday. I'm not finished yet; it needs a handguard, a counterweight, and a wrap for the hilt, but it looks pretty nice so far, and works great! (Zy was bopping me with it all day X_X)

Here's a Picture:



I made 2, so if anyone wants to spar with me I have another weapon.  However, the sword its next to in the picture is Tims CLAYMORE... so yeah... I should probably make a few smaller ones...

It's actually really cheap to make these!  12 feet of the PVC pipe only cost me $2.29, the industrial reflective padding was 2.19 / 4' x 1' foot cuts., and it only took 2.5' feet for the padding on both swords. I had to buy a roll of packing tape and some screws, but all in all, the bill came to about $10 for 2 swords. Yay! ^.^

I'm all happy because Zy just said that he'll do this with me! Awesome!! We're gonna go to the park next week and check it out. Hopefully it will be lots of fun!

WTF in Customers Suck


I have just been informed that as a cashier at a gas station, by not picking up the phone every time somebody yells at their kid, or has a dog in the back of their truck with out a leash, or panhandles for change on the sidewalk outside my store, I'm totally contributing to the problem. Really...?

An Example of What Humboldt County CPS Will Ignore. Yeah, me calling in because some lady curses at her grade school aged kids is totally gonna make their lives better. For the record, I had to run away, tell a police officer I did not feel safe at home, and then set her up to go ballistic in front of a cop for CPS to do jack shit.  Then, I was almost as miserable with my foster parents as I was with my mom because Brad and Alex were assholes of the nth degree. They had a problem with women, especially strait women, and I will quote them "The only thing worse then a strait woman is a couple of lesbians"

(Translation: If you had one strait woman and one gay woman, the gay woman would be slightly less repulsive. However, two lesbians in the same space is just a little bit worse then a single strait female. This was actually a common topic of argument. They called us "breeders" more often then not, yet if we retaliated with the F word (and I don't mean fuck) all hell broke loose.)

Needless to say, girls in that house were treated like absolute shit.

Yeah... they really needed to be getting paid to take care of abused youths. I wonder if it's too late to file an official complaint and see if I can get their license yanked...

Fucktards.

I caught Zy doing  something incriminating, and I got a webcam picture XD



Oh my god, he's up on the counter! BAD DRAGON!!!

Ruby, get the spray bottle!!

What a great day off!

I did absolutely nothing, and yet I feel so great!  I'm sitting here in my stolen throne (rocking floor chair that belongs to room mate, Timmeh) listening to U2 and totally rocking in my socks XD

Literally... I'm wearing socks just so I can rock in them.

Vertigo is such a cool song ^.^  Hello Hello!

Hope everyone else is having as great, relaxing, and bouncy day as I am! Love you guys!


My Top 5 Favorite Songs As of Late:

1. Hinder - Better Than Me
2. U2 - Vertigo
3. Within Temptation - Forsaken
4. Carry Underwood - Before He Cheats
5. Nickelback - If Everyone Cared

Remember the drama at work I was complaining about earlier?

Shit Has Hit The Fan:

UPATE: She Quit! Whoot!!

Update #2: She came back and claims she *did not* quit... turns out she FAILED HER DRUG TEST at her replacement job, and thus wants this one back. And the judges say..... *BzZz* FUCK THAT!