I thought I could quit you. Get you out of my system, purge and be done with you. But you always leave that sinking feeling in my stomach that I can’t quell when I see something you’ve posted that isn’t for me.
…Come back online, Tumblr. ♥
Also, if you aren’t following me on Tumblr and want to (Why wouldn’t you?) My blog is right here! –> http://www.tumblr.com/blog/necrok1tt3n
Today I managed to scrub the bathroom, clean this room, make progress on a Franz Kafka commission I got, painted and finished my parental unit MOM’s Christmas present since I’m going up this weekend there for an early holiday thing, since everyone is away and busy on actual Christmas. I hope she likes it. I’m really happy with how it turned out, but damn I’m rusty at painting. And I managed after that to draw a pretty lady creature for a few hours.
Feels really good to get into it again, my back and hands both agree and disagree though. Sweet, sweet art pains.
Went to the doctor earlier this week, got blood taken, had another ECG done to check this ticking machine of mine out again since I’ve been having harsh heart pains and palpitations a lot and such again, very not fun. She thinks it might be a blood clot or a pulmonary embolism or something, ugh.
Hopefully it isn’t anything bad and I’ll feel better sooner than later! I have optimism! Onward to better and awesome things!
Should be able to just click that nifty little photo up there and viola! At my Etsy shop! As it says, it’s 20% off everything including custom orders, which is definitely neat and a good deal depending on what fancy thing you want.
But enough of my shameless self promotion, how are YOU fellow followers?
I now present to you, a whole bunch of photos. I apologize for any exploded computers:
This is a very accurate portrayal of my current state:
I was talking with a friend last night while being high on Midol, on commercials that are all about periods and how awesome it is. Uncomfortably skinny white jeans, going out dancing all night with a smile on your face? Fuck yes. That’s exactly how I feel.
No, I’m joking. This entire post is going to be sarcasm, there is no ending it. I always found it ridiculous how this incredible time of the month is portrayed. I mean, I understand why they have to. It’s a much more appealing commercial to see that than to see that same woman with no makeup, wearing jogging pants, curled up into the fetal position on the couch surrounded by empty chocolate wrappers with the TV remote in her hand watching movies.
That’s also an accurate portrayal of me right now. Minus the chocolate wrappers and I’m wearing real pants now. But, I digress here.
It isn’t so elaborate when you haven’t showered yet, you move from the bedroom to the couch, lethargic and feeling sick and pained, trying to eat enough chocolate so that it will somehow appease the ovarian gods to ease up on the cramps and nausea.
In all seriousness, I feel like I want to punch a baby, eat enough chocolate to gain diabetes, throw up and cry. All at the same time. Very conflicting. And of course, explaining any of this to anyone that isn’t a woman, or even to another woman who doesn’t have any sort of bad months…It’s hard. They think that you’re exaggerating or that you can help yourself out and just be stable and normal. Well, for a week, I simply can’t. I’m sure I could, but why fight it.
I’m going to go watch The Lion King now and be more curled up into these blankets, wishing death upon everyone who isn’t me.
…Does that make me a Dalek?
We went to the CCEE this year, and we very luckily got in. A few moments after we got our passes and got in, the fire marshall was shutting out people and if you left, you weren’t allowed back in. A few friends I know came down here for it, and half of them couldn’t get in, which is a bummer but I did get to see a few of them. Which is nice. I saw two very pretty Doctors, I squealed at them both and made comments about bow ties.
Caught a glimpse of James Marsters, I geeked out very hard at that. And I got to see James and Oliver Phelps, which I ALSO geeked out very hard at. Seen lots of nifty things, like daleks, the Batmobile, the Back to the Future DeLorean, nifty cosplays, got a book from Sam Logan and got him to sign it and he drew me a little picture inside andddd…more geekery. My friend Cory got me a sonic screwdriver as a belated birthday present and it’s most damned awesome. I haven’t really put it down yet. I keep twirling it and I expect the batteries to die sooner than later.
For the people who have no idea what the title means, it’s the title from a metal band that’s blacker than the blackest black times infinity.
And I just really had to put this one here too, because it goes with it. Aww, so funny. Then they race old historical cars in a brutal derby race.
Anyways, I had a most excellent spawning day. It was on the 18th, and i’m just getting to this post now. Because of reasons. I will smother you with some photos, dear reader. It was a quiet birthday, it was really nice. I got musical happiness, I have a piano keyboard now, hnnng. My fingers are slothy, learning songs is taking awhile. My memory is terrible, haha. But it’s a lot of fun and i’ve wanted a keyboard for a very long time. Ever since I had one of those…little…tiny ones you get when you’re about five years old. The one that has about 10 keys on it? Yeah. That.
The one I have, most definitely has more than 10 keys and it lights up. Sweet zombie jesus. This post is written terribly, I apologize again. I’m sick…again. So my brain function is somewhere between, “Hey lookit that shiny thing.” and “Fuck I love honey.”
We had tons of sushi for my birthday supper, because I really, really wanted some. Noms. I had a cherry blossom…sake…martini…thing. And I actually drank it all, go me! This lady and her daughter were sitting next to us and it was her birthday too. Which is always neat. My parental unit is coming down on Saturday to get me a Dairy Queen ice cream cake because those are delightfully delicious.
OTHER exciting news, is that my cousin and his girlfriend had their second baby boy on the 18th too. I’m incredibly excited by this because it means that i’m not the only one born in April in the family anymore, AND he was born on the same day as me. Except, you know…23 years apart. Other April news, David Tennant has my birthday too, so I was convinced i’m a time lord. Maybe…maybe when I hit 25 I can have my very own TARDIS. Does it work like that?