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That's about as far as I expect her to get if she even bothers to read this, so onto the news that she would find painful!

I don't have a full time job yet, but the position I had while interning mutated into a "permanent temp" spot. Basically, they're always going to have work they need me to do, and they can't afford to hire someone full time to do it. I'm only getting screwed because I have to drive an hour each way to work, that's counting traffic though if I stay late or go early the driving is less than 45 minutes and not bad at all. The pay will go up if the company meets its financial goal this year which we are almost at, and since it's now November, that almost will hopefully slowly become reached. I wants more monies!!!

On that note, I will be posting a picture of the blanket I made my boyfriend for his birthday shortly and I would like honest opinions, do you think I could sell those or similarly crafted items on Etsy? I can get fleece wholesale for $3 a yard and that would put each full-mattress sized blanket at a manufacturing cost of $18. So I could sell them for $25 and make a bit of a profit, I am doing the research right now. If no one would buy them, which I request your opinion on, then I won't do it! I'm making three more for christmas, one for each of my brothers and one for my friend Butters. With those four I hope to start generating interest on Facebook and here. So please, be honest. I love making these cause I feel accomplished after I finish each one, but being able to make them and make a bit of money on the side would be nice. Obviously if people wanted a custom job I'd charge more. Logistics really, more to come on that if it can happen.

As that brings me to my next topic, yes. I have a boyfriend again. This one's name is Matt and he's a total and complete comic book nerd. We get along well. Downside? He lives far away so I drive up there on weekends to spend time with him, which you'd think severely hampers my time to hang out with friends. Not so! I don't stay with him the whole weekend lol. But friends that I had in the area are drifting away anyway, differences in opinion, stages in life, all kinds of reasons why.

I have also taken seriously to Aerial Yoga. It's a lot of fun, if you've ever seen the silk performers from Cirque de Soleil, you know what I'm talking about. I'm learning to do that! Slowly but surely, and it's a wonderful full body work out.

That's about all I have for now, I'm going to post those pictures.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/26788571/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/26788571/ Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:03:12 PDT
~Black Eyed Peas

Okay, so it's not so much a night that was good, it was the past two weeks.

Let me begin with the beginning, as all logical things start there. At the beginning of the summer I started an internship, well they kept me on as temporary help until December 31st so my job search has slowed down. It has not stopped though, and the weekend before last I took a roadtrip with my friend Matt to Minneapolis where I attended a Publishing Conference. I learned a lot and made several very useful connections. I already have my first novel to edit as a freelance editor. I've been a bit slow on it, taking my time and whatnot making sure that I get it just right.

I am also working from home for a publicist as a virtual assistant. It's a way for small potatoes authors to become big potatoes by us marketing the hell out of them. I start Wednesday of this week.

So for those at home, yes, that is three jobs. Two of which are directly related to, indeed ARE, what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to be a fiction editor, and I am well on my way to doing just that.

Ideally, I'd like to become part of a big-name publisher just cause that way I'd have job security and health care. I can't troll the underworld whoring myself out for health care, that would be too close to what Obama's supporters are doing with the conservatives. Don't get me wrong, I want nationalized health care cause it would make my life a hell of a lot easier, but I have to take into consideration that it might not happen and plan accordingly.

In other news!
1 I am still in my parent's basement. Yeah, it's not as glamorous as it even sounds like it might be.
2 Apparently a boy likes me, which was news to me. Good news, but still quite a surprise. That pretty much was this last weekend's event.
3 I walk/run my shepherd a little over a mile every other morning and he still begs me to throw the tennis ball for him when we get back. God to have that much enthusiasm about anything would be fantastic.
4 I saw Ponyo on Saturday night, it was adorable. And not what I expected at all, it was a kid's movie not an adventurous anime. It had all the elements of a good action adventure but it went cutesy instead. It was still good, I'm going to make my children watch it.
5 I have a fat lip.

I didn't really think anyone cared about that last one but I like lists to be in multiples of five.

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~Chuck Prophet "Just to see you smile"

I've been trolling Pandora again. This whole loss of all of my music thanks to the hard-drive's malfunction last september has made me rather cranky. Thankfully, I still have all the iTunes I paid for, I just lost everything I got from friends etc. And that was about 99% of my iTunes. *Sigh* At least all my really important documents were in flash drives or internet locations right?

In other news!

22 came and went. I don't feel any older or more mature, my most recent purchase was a two pound bag of jelly beans. Hehe.

I graduate in less than a week. What now? College is done. At least undergrad is. I feel like a big fake about Graduate School though. I really want to go, to keep learning. But I don't want to be a professor. Not really. And there isn't much else to do with a Doctorate of any Liberal Art. While I'm working at my internship I'm going to be canvassing the business world for a job outside of Michigan that looks interesting. With this economy, we'll see what I can turn up.

In the meantime, I have a job here that I will be late for if I don't get ready.
~Renegade

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Sigh. In other news, I've been being a typical girl again. One of my room mates is getting married so all of us are doing that hypothetical "when I get married" thing. I'm walking down the aisle to Peter Gabriel's The Book of Love" and really want some sort of literature and unconventional wedding, with a white top hat. Preferably Mark Twain on a river boat, but we can't have everything we want. And first things first, I need a groom! hehe

In my life, right now, I am not interested in anyone that I know. In a relationship or otherwise, I'm just not into anyone. I think it's a healthy place to be what with my plans of moving away from Michigan by October and my summer of living with my parents. I have some standards, and right now nobody meets them. I've got plenty of time, and in the end, I've always got Danielle!

Yup. Now go to Pandora and turn on Romantic Piano. It's quite soothing.

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Currently, I'm writing a paper on The Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner from 1883. It's really interesting how different the word colonial is in the contexts it can be used in. As an American, I think of colonial as anything having to do with pre war for independence (it wasn't a revolution, we just changed leadership) America. But it means something totally different to the colonizers of South Africa or of Australia or anywhere else where there were colonies. It's been a real eye opening experience, reading this book. And in writing the paper I realize how much bullshit I am capable of cramming into a teeny tiny space. My ego's pretty huge about it right now, and I look forward to a blissful summer of only reading for fun and job hunting for something beyond the internship.

I'm still planning on going to Grad School, but I don't know where and I don't know what to study. Hopefully I'll have a major break through and write not the Great American Novel, but the Adequate American Mealticket!

More on life later,
Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21935805/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21935805/ Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:49:04 PST
Tonight I am going to meander in my thoughts and let it out here. I kinda always thought that I would have it figured out by now. As I get older I realize that I have no chance in hell of "figuring" anything out. It's going to just keep going and I had better make the best of it. So I am. I'm finishing my degree, working at an internship all summer and HOPEFULLY moving to Seattle, Washington by this time next year. I have a goal in life, and it is to get out of Michigan.

I always thought that by now I would be in a committed relationship, the fact that I'm not is a double edged sword in that I am not influenced by another person in my decision making, but I don't have anything at all to pull me in any direction. Seattle isn't quite arbitrary, but in some ways it makes no sense whatsoever. The most logical decision for the publishing world would be Chicago, Boston or New York and then to launch anywhere else from there. Seattle is a big enough city that I am confident that I'll find something though, and I've found several jobs listed there already. I'm going to save and earn all this summer here in Michigan so that I can leap out there next September. It always rains in Seattle, it would suit my atmospheric needs nicely.

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Anyway. Everyone LOVED the food and we got compliments all night. In addition, people knew that I was the one who made the tarts cause while we were setting up El put up a sign next to them saying who made them. It was kinda nice to have that kind of recognition.

The theme was Vaudeville and Burlesque with Circus thrown in by the less imaginative. We had none too few lions and their tamers, I think couples were just looking for an excuse to whip their boyfriends. Cause none of the tamers were male...

Since it was Vaudeville, it expanded to general 1920's Americana and we pretended it was prohibition and that we were drinking moonshine and stuff. At least we did when we were sober, once we were drunk the only thing 1920's was the dance-floor. All the music was live jazz or 1920's movie style by the DJs. I danced the Charleston, or what I could remember of it anyway, with a gentleman who did not come in costume and therefore felt awkward around the rest of us. He was fun, came around with a pipe later that myself and others of the house partook in. ^.~ Yay friends!

My costume was my standard Goth Club attire; the dragon side out of my steel boned corset, a black short skirt, pashmina, heeled mary jane's and black and silver striped knee high stockings. I was pleasantly drunk by the time my date and I came home. Where I changed into jeans and we got pizza before going to sleep. Just sleep. It was a fantastic night.

After how amazing last night was, Karma decided that today would be a good day to have me casually exit my room and lock the door behind myself completely ignorant of the fact that I do not have my keys on me. Luckily, I had my cell phone and called my friend with a lock picking set (there's currently no spare to my room, I tried all of the ones in the house) to see if he could come open it. He was hung over so had trouble with it to the point of we decided to brave the 12 foot drop outside my window to just climb in through there.

Butters is awesome, he got into my room without getting dirt on anything and opened the door for me to get in. He tried to be all suave and throw me my keys from the window cause he could reach them through it without going into it and dirtying up the room. But he threw my car keys... my room keys were next to the door. It was still a suave move. And he didn't get dirt anywhere, I don't know where he stepped through. ^_^

Even when Karma is mean to me, I've not done anything bad enough to warrant no escape hatch from its clutches.

Night all!
~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21278300/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21278300/ Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:21:21 PST
Our house party was a complete blow out. I had a blast the first three hours and hid in my room for the last two. I got up at 8 the next morning and until 10:30, when I jumped into the shower for work, I scrubbed the living room. I baking sodaed the carpets and vaccuumed everything possible. It is damn skippy now. Cleanest room in the house, excepting my own of course which was never sullied to begin with.

I don't want 400+ people on my property ever again. So we're gonna be more selective come our St. Patty's Day party. We're having little parties between now and then, but no other HOUSE parties like Halloween was.

I spent last night at the library working on a research paper and my class screen play. I've also begun working conceptually on a screenplay I'd enjoy doing. It'd be a series of Vignettes about college life and how effing ridiculous it has been for me and my friends. Every time I tell someone a story from my college experience, they either tilt their head from the irony and confusion or they pee their pants laughing. That leads me to believe that my college experience has not been entirely normal and therefore needs to be shared. Even if its just with you kids on here. ^_^

I'll start posting it in sequence once I've written a few of them. In the meantime, I'm writing about Nazi Propaganda geared towards children!

Woooooo

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21198329/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/21198329/ Tue, 28 Oct 2008 07:50:28 PDT
I have successfully made the black chemise to wear underneath, and I have the bulk of the red corset done; boning included! I am nervous now though cause it has no "womanly" shape yet, I have to put in darts in the front to pull the bottom together and accentuate the fact that I do indeed have boobs. I used snaps with ribbon over the top as the fasteners because I was unable to locate hook and eye tape in a local venue and ordering it online is just out of the question this late in the game.

I have not done the skirt yet, that is tonight's project along with the darts and shaping. I didn't want to shape it last night cause my society of women in the living room was joined by two of our male housemates. One of whom I have a history with, so I opted to shape it alone tonight when they won't be around. Not that I'm embarrassed to wear it in front of them, I just know their penchant for ridicule. AND ONE OF THEM IS PROBABLY READING THIS RIGHT NOW!!! Sneak.

Other than those three pieces that I am crafting myself, my costume includes a white snood for my hair with a teeny silver tiara (one that prom kids usually put at the base of a bun or top-knot), a pair of adult mary janes with 2.5 inch heels THAT ARE COMFORTABLE TO WEAR NO LESS!!, I also have a pair of black and white striped socks with the suits of cards in a line up the sides.

I'm making raspberry tarts on thursday night with my room mate and they will complete the costume of The Queen of Hearts.

Pictures will be posted ^_^

Wish me luck on the shaping and skirt!

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The Red Queen from Through the Looking Glass. I'll let you know how that goes, I'm sewing the bustier right now. I've never done anything like this before, it'll be fun.

In other news, I made curtains from the same fabric for my bathroom. So for our halloween party, we're gonna get some Garden State shots of me in front of the curtains lol

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20744773/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20744773/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 15:59:22 PDT Season of the Body recently for class. It's inspired me to start up some nonfiction.

If you're not interested, don't read it. I don't need whining about how I haven't posted poetry or comedy in awhile. Every time I tell someone IRL about my life, they burst out laughing, so apparently the nonfiction might be funny. It seems to be cosmically entertaining to everyone I've talked to this week. I'm a bit bitter about it.

That being said, please let me know if you enjoy this artery my ink has taken. It's fabulous for my bloodletting tendency without actually spilling any blood. Need to work on that fear of razors. My legs is HAIRY.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20699283/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20699283/ Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:49:00 PDT [link]6-4irHfExI&feature=related I can do it. It'll just take lots of fabric and imagination. And I should probably get my sewing machine up here.

That is all. Ren Faire for the third time. Off I go!

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20018482/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/20018482/ Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:28:54 PDT
The biggest reason was simply that oil prices are too high and I was costing myself more in gas and sanity by driving straight through rush hour every day two ways and using a quarter of a tank of gas a day. Filling up your tank three times a week and twice a weekend gets expensive. If I had begun hoboing earlier I might have avoided that horrible expense. I must've spent $500 on gas alone over the first month and a half that I had the internship.

That being said, the remainder of my summer (mid-June through now) was spent with a suitcase, tent, and non-perishable foods in the back of my car just in case I couldn't find someplace to stay. Thankfully, I did not have to pull out the tent this time around. Though the food and suitcase came in mighty handy.

I stayed at my grandparent's for the bulk of my internship, it was the central Michigan time that proved more of a hassle. I came up to my college town on friday afternoons literally having no idea of where I would sleep the following three days. I slept at five houses of people I had not known until that day, snuck into my aunt's house to use their shower while they were on vacation, broke into my empty co-op, I called in all kinds of favors, and I showered at the college sports facility on more than one occasion.

I didn't have to do any of that. I came back here in order to work during the day, and at the beginning of the summer I had a guy up here that I was staying with. When he and I broke up, he told me that I was more than welcome to continue staying at his place on weekends as it had been my original plan, but of course my pride wouldn't let me do that any more times than was absolutely necessary. I stayed with Jeff twice since we broke up. And only because I had been hanging out with him during the day leading up to those nights.

The hoboing has gone well, I'm currently at my last stop until my house opens up. I was fortunate enough to gain a room with my friend Max until my house reopens on friday. He'd asked me if I wanted to live with him at the beginning of the summer and sublease from his room mate, but my internship's location prevented that.

I think that my internship this summer taught me a lot about business and the industry I want to join when I graduate. But the social aspect of staying with complete strangers for a weekend, finding out what kinds of things my friends do on their own time when they're not being watched in public, party hopping in an effort to find a place to stay, all of that has put me in good stead for life after college. While I have no intention of becoming a real hobo and sleeping on the streets, I now am not too proud to beg a favor from someone when I am truly up shit creek. Even if it was my own pride that put me there. I can't think of a single friend I asked who told me that I couldn't stay with them, but I can think of plenty that I asked and I ended up not needing to stay there because something with more room, or someone who could be present offered up their place instead.

I made some pretty awful decisions over the summer, but none of them ended disasterously, just awkwardly. I went home with a guy who had a girlfriend and slept on his couch. She was not too pleased at finding me in the house and almost didn't believe that I had slept on the couch. Another time I drank so much beer (alcohol schmoozing smoothed the housing process) that the next morning I ran out of things to throw up. I have since learned a valuable lesson about drinking things I am allergic to. Fermented hops = death to Ren. And now I know.

I'm in a reflective mood right now as I work on my resume for my year-long job search. I've narrowed my resume to three focuses. Business Experiences, Academic Experiences and Life Experiences. And this summer has been one hell of a life experience.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19677590/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19677590/ Wed, 30 Jul 2008 09:48:38 PDT
So lunch was dedicated to fixing the damn thing. Now, I picked a mood that I'm usually in just in case it does that whole "I don't want to work for YOU!" thing it's been doing all summer.

Nyeah to DA's browser preferences. I shall have my way!

In other news. Vacation with Trina coming up, and in the middle of it I'm coming back to campus to play some 4th Ed D&D with some more geeky than me friends. (Brandyn may boycott me out of gleeful spite, but who honestly would be sad by that arrangment? He'll find me when he's bored enough lol. It's masochism that makes us hang out together anyway.)

The university pulled a fast one on me and cancelled one of the classes I need to graduate. Luckily, I made good with a professor last semester and he gave me an override into HIS class instead so that I can graduate on time. I haven't taken the prerequisete class for it but he knows my skills and writing ability so he said I'm in. It's a screen writing class so I'll probably finally post something. This summer has been dedicated to catching up and getting ahead of myself in my reading. As well as embroidery. Betcha didn't know I did that eh?

And hanging out with Jeff. We broke up, but we're still friends. He's the one who invited me to D&D in the first place and HIS friends liked me so much they insist I come again. I'm getting the hang of the books, having the White Wolf experience isn't nearly as beneficial as I thought it would be, the systems are too dissimilar. The character creation process is a lot more structured with D&D. Jeff's room mate has been complaining about my character "the ranger who refuses to range!" for the past few games so I'm making adjustments this week while he's gone. When he gets back, he'll be pleased.

Not that I care to impress him... *blush* Maybe a little. But only because Jeff put it in my head! I wouldn't have come to it on my own.

Stupid boys trying to play match maker. They're usually better at it than girls cause girls are too obvious.

The thing about DA that I love the most is that most people don't read this. And the people that I'm mentioning here definitely don't so there is no secret mongering. Not to mention that the few people who DO read this are either so far removed from the situtations not to care, or already know about the silly little things I get myself into.

I'm hoping to get my D&D friends to accompany me to the Ren Fest this year. I think it'd be fun until they abandon me for the beer tent. Perhaps I can get a drunken scotsman out of the deal ^.~

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19287379/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19287379/ Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:24:24 PDT
A friend of mine filled up his myspace blog with a big long salute to his family and I thought that the sentiment was so nice that I had to follow suit.

But then as I started writing, I realized a lot of it was manufactured feeling left over from reading about HIS family.

My family doesn't follow the same pattern his does. I love my family fiercely, but that doesn't mean I enjoy family gatherings. In fact, I like to avoid them whenever possible with one side of the family because they're so critical of eachother. While the otherside is notoriously difficult to plan things with.

Criticism seems to be the cornerstone of my mom's family; criticism and then asking for forgiveness for the criticism in church the next confessional day. Ridiculous isn't it? We tend to spend each Christmas and every major birthday together for celebrations, then hear about what so and so was wearing, how so and so's marriage is breaking apart, why so and so's children are monsters etc etc. I dunno, it seems to me that this sort of sentiment diminishes the bond of family. I mean, my grandma's a right bitch but I love her to death anyway. She once told me that I was smart, but I wasn't Jeopardy smart and I was so angry with her that I set out to make the honor roll and did so every year except the year I purposely failed. That's another story and has to do with a willpower struggle with my father lol.

My dad's family on the otherhand is always loving and supportive and honest to a fault. If you're being an idiot, no one is afraid to tell you so. But they won't kick you when you're down or behind your back the way that my mom's family will. We have more difficulty getting together though because we're so far flung. Virginia, Toronto, Prince Edward Island, Florida, New Zeeland, Tarvis (county in Scotland) and various cities in Michigan. There's a family reunion in Maryland next year and I can't garuntee my presence though I'd like to. My parents are getting a big enough hotel room that my brothers and I can stay even if we can't make it. That's what we do.

So this coming weekend is my cousin on my mother's side's wedding. She's got two kids by the guy she's marrying so none of us were really surprised when they announced their wedding! Thrilled though, any excuse to dance and celebrate something really happy is good. Christmas is an obligation, weddings are just good drunken revelry.

At least it would be if my grandmother weren't convinced that anyone who drinks more than two hard drinks in the course of an evening is bound down the road for alcoholism.

Jeff's driving, automatically preventing him from having more than two drinks. I asked him to drive for his own protection, not because I think he drinks too much, but because it's easier to do it this way than to explain to him my grandmother's psychosis about alcohol. If he and I wind up sticking together then I'll explain it, but right now we're lightly attached and he doesn't need to know everything.

I'll buzz and then let it go. I know my limits and I know there's a threshold that I cross where I tell everyone exactly what I think. It's been amusing thus far with my friends, but I have a feeling it could get more meanspirited with grandma there.

I'm sure that it'll be a grand old time, I cleared my outfit with my aunts so I know that no one will be be talking about what I'm wearing. I let the color drain out of my bangs so my hair is brown with blond streaks instead of its customary purple. I also got it cut so that it's nice for the wedding. They've heard only good things about Jeff so he'll be pestered with questions about his grad school and job etc. I wouldn't go through nearly so many preparations for the other side of the family, but the other side of the family isn't old enough to get married yet lol.

Think I've babbled enough. My immediate family rocks. Dad and I patched up our differences over this whole college experience and my brothers and I have reached a generalized truce as far as who can be the most evilly ingenious at startling or scaring the bejesus out of eachother. David is the overall winner right now for the dedication shown when he fell asleep between my bed and the wall trying to spook me when I got home from a party.

Mom = teh awesome. Always.

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But wait Ren, that's six out of eight that are in your ears.

Yup. That it is. ^.~

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19165279/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/19165279/ Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:29:45 PDT
1) A german shepard dog. To keep me physically fit, I need a partner in crime. Walking/running a dog is an excellent way to keep fit AND not to be alone. Which I'm convinced I will be once I graduate.

2) Books. Lots and lots of books. All shapes, genres, lengths etc. Whatever comes to hand.

3) A hobby. Seriously you guys, it's getting really old that I have nothing to do with my spare time except read. My eyes are bad enough as it is, I need to find something that I can work towards as a hobby that will not facilitate the deterioration of my eyesight.

4) A job... yeah... I'll get to that one myself, no assistance is begged from any of you. I'm confident that I'll find SOMETHING. Just no idea what...

5) Destinations. I want to travel. But I'm well aware of how expensive it can be to go ANYWHERE. So if you have any suggestions of cheap vacations(or couches to sleep on!) please let me know. I really want to wind up in London, but expenses may bar that from my realm of possibilities until I am much older. On the plus side, I can apply for citizenship after five years of ILR residency. So... in the next twenty years, I could feasibly become a British Citizen. Perhaps. Perhaps not. I might fall in love with an American city.

Or an American person.

Who knows. Right now I'm happy with my single but exclusively dating one person status. I don't think he's happy with it, but that's an update for a different and more exclusive audience. Needless to say, if anything changes in that department, I'll be uploading another journal entry.

And now, I've successfully killed about five minutes. Crap. Still bored...

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18989211/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18989211/ Sun, 22 Jun 2008 19:16:42 PDT
Life at the moment has reached a happy plateau. One where I have a certainty in where I am going and assurance that I will make it there eventually. I think that I have a real shot at being the happiest if I follow through with my current plans and see where the dice lead me. I am going to graduate in the spring with a degree in English with specialization in History and American Studies (comic books, movie and pop culture). What I plan on doing with that I have no idea, but I have experience in a publishing house now (not trade books, but a publishing house all the same) that will be valuable if I can make it into publishing in the trade industry like I hope. My friend showed me the channels to go through to get into DC and Marvel. DC is apparently owned by Time Warner, but what isn't these days?

I am dating a really great guy who is the ultimate master of anti-pressure. I don't know where I'll be in a year, and neither does he. So we're just enjoying each other's company while we can. Of course, as is to be expected, I hope for more. But I cannot make plans the way I used to because I've already seen them blow up in my face three times now. It's not worth the heartache to build the castle in the sky. I'm finally beginning to understand that. I'm content to dwell in my co-op and plan for a triathlon next summer.

Did I mention that yet? I've got a goal now. I'm going to participate in a mini-triathlon in Maryland with my mom next summer. She's doing a few things this summer, and I have until next June to get my butt in gear and ready to do this. It's a teeny thing, but it would mean so much to me if I could get back some of my athletic prowess from high school. Not a lot, just a little. I don't have Olympic dreams anymore, those faded with my shoulder pains. But I do want to be healthy. Dating a marathon runner and budding triathlete doesn't help any, but so far he doesn't expect me to do his sorts of activities. Some time next spring I'll surprise him by going running and surviving a short run with him. I have to work up to it though... really work...

Such is life, as it is. I am suburban and do not have any underwritten subversive goals. I want to go to England and become a British citizen, but I have to save up enough money to get over there first. I'd like to practice my French back to the point of fluency, I can follow conversation and even communicate enough to be understood, but I sound to them like a six year old who is partially deaf. What the last people I spoke with failed to realize is I grasped enough of the conversation to catch that.

I took no offense, they were helping me practice and I wasn't particularly kind about their english so que sera sera.

I have been sending out messages to Brian trying to get a conversation and salvage some sort of friendship out of the disaster that was my temper tantrum at the end of our relationship. And of course about now, when I give up, he decides to respond. It feels good to know that he doesn't bear any grudge and perhaps we can be cordial from here on out. Not friends per say, but at least we won't be awkward at parties anymore.

And then there's Marvin. Dear sweet lord, that boy is going to be the death of me. I've made so many ill informed decisions mostly in pissing contests with him. Usually he wins too cause he's been doing it longer than me. For those of you who haven't spoken to me in person recently, Marvin and I worked on a film together for our last semester's English/Telecom class. If I cannot manage the camera equipment like he can, he can't structure a sentence like I can. And neither one of us is understood by someone who doesn't speak our lingo, so in the end we both look like idiots. We've become good friends over this, even if I do screw Marvin over regarding rides to and from EL. It's his own fault he doesn't have a car.

I think I've babbled enough. But that's my story for now, and I'll be uploading some poetry later this summer cause I've begun writing it again.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18373710/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18373710/ Sat, 17 May 2008 21:20:14 PDT
And just in case you started to worry with that first statement there, if I didn't want you around, you wouldn't be around.

Not to threaten you or anything.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18131717/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18131717/ Fri, 02 May 2008 11:21:54 PDT
1: I like having a lot of people around me available to hang out with. Communal living is the way I want to go. Or at least being close with my neighbors to the point where it might as well be communal living.

2: I loooove to cook. I am not good at it yet, but I'm getting there and enjoying the adventure nicely.

3: I must name my house. I like being able to say "I live at Hedrick House" instead of a boring address. So I'm going to go the British Route and name my houses. I'll discuss this briefly with my parents before I tell them our house's new name. I think Respawning Point 1 is an appropriate name, but they may not enjoy it. I wonder if there's a process to go through with officially naming your house. I dunno yet. We'll find out.

Those are my three points of interest on Hedrick House for now. I'm gonna get dressed now and perhaps finish moving all my shit out into my car.

Love to all!!!

And I'm 21 now bitch. I had one kick ass drunken revelry all freaking week. It was amazing. My favorite nights are the ones where I stay up so late afterward that I go to bed sober. I really enjoy those nights.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18065603/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/18065603/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:55:03 PDT Inked is going to be published in the 2009 issue of The Offbeat!

I am SO excited! And SO glad that I never submitted the poem to DA cause then there'd be some copyright issues. Anyway, I am thrilled beyond belief and will be able to tote around a magazine with MY words in it. I have no idea how I could possibly share the poem with you guys. I'll have to read the copyright fine print. If you see me in real life, you've probably already read the poem lol.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17955700/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17955700/ Mon, 21 Apr 2008 08:25:41 PDT
My love life is going smoothly, my friends are wonderful and entertaining, my house mates are easy going, and I'm happy in general. This is a feeling I want to hold on to. Even though I only seem to do well in my poetry class if I write a depressing poem, I guess I had too much experience writing it from my angsty high school days! Either that or my professer is emo...

Equally possible events.

I start my internship on the 5th of May. I'll be working here in EL during the weekends so that I can see my friends who're up here and so that I can continue seeing Mr. Jeff. He's worried about this coming summer for some strange reason, it's not like we see eachother that often right now anyway so the summer will be a smooth transistion. Well it will be for me, I'm the one who's gonna be busy all the time. I will be counting down the summer because I can afford a MacBook after a month of my internship, but I'll need to keep my will power in check to get it at Christmas time when they're having sales up the wazoo and I get gift cards from my family members.

And in a week and two days, I'll be 21. Hurray!

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17790628/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17790628/ Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:36:43 PDT
Here's the trailer. We have one more day of filming to do some pick-ups and will hopefully be done in time for the end of the semester. We already missed the student film festival.

[link]

Tell me what you think; it's a comedy but since that's the trailer you can't tell. lol

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17457016/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17457016/ Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:03:51 PDT
I include that preface to lead into this next teeny blurb from our conversations. You guys don't need to hear extra details, though, if you make the mistake of asking, I'll go on at length.

So Jeff's telling me about his family, and tells me how his dad was drafted for Vietnam but since he had computer experience he was stationed in a computer programing base in Saskatchewan, Canada. Anyone who remembers the stories about Vietnam draft dodgers going to Canada will chuckle to themselves at that anecdote.

Not Ren. She didn't get it.

Jeff waited for a few seconds to see if I would, then changed the topic of conversation seemingly quite confused. It wasn't until I shared it with my brother a few days later, who laughed uproariously immediately, that I realized how ironic the situation was.

Next time I talked to Jeff after talking to Alex, I told him I got the Saskatchewan joke and he laughed. He found it twice as amusing that I eventually got the joke than he would have if I'd never gotten it.

*sigh* My brain is too full of college stuff to get irony anymore. I look forward to this summer when I can delete all the unnecessary stuff I've been forced to memorize.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17109486/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17109486/ Thu, 28 Feb 2008 20:39:40 PST
To whom am I referring might you ask? Well, I'll tell you. It's this guy: [link] and he's teh uber cool. He'd come all the way from across the Atlantic in order to attend a convention stateside and meet some of his internet peeps in person. I'm told they had a blast at the convention, I myself did not attend.

Anyrate, I bring it up because recently I've gone through some personal upheavals and am coming to terms with my life's direction: forward. And I've been thinking of interesting people I've been introduced to along the way.

Hehe no seriously though. I love this kid. This guy calls me every once in awhile just to let me know he's thinking of me, and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy and loved. Even if I never get to see him in person again, which is possible with the expense of international flight and the very strong probability of me living above a coffee shop for the rest of my life, I know that I can count on the ability to make him smile and of him to make me smile.

Wolfy-J, I appreciate your calls, they make my day. And when I'm having a horrible night, I can just call you up and knowing that you know I care about you is enough to make me feel better.

/end smooshinss

That probably came across as creepy, but hey, that's what the internet is full of. And guess what? You're online!!!!

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17054534/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/17054534/ Mon, 25 Feb 2008 09:06:21 PST
]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16821098/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16821098/ Sun, 10 Feb 2008 17:06:29 PST
i can't help myself, i'm nice to EVERYONE. my sarcasm doesn't go into effect until you've known me for at least an hour. less if we find something in common. but i cannot be mean to a stranger. i'm incapable of it.

i had a fun weekend, went to a party with several members of my house and met a really nice guy. but i was too shy to give him any means of contacting me so i can pretty safely say the only chance i have of seeing him again is another party at the same house.

after that i went home to cheer on my mother at her swim meet; where i hid from the only cute guy there and was chatted up by a disturbing little old man who decided that i was just "so nice" and he had to talk to me.

*gag*

i got my monthly dose of creepy old man on friday when an old man bumped his meijer electric scooter into me and asked me to "reach into my basket for my scarf" for him.

he then proceeded to explain to me how i could strangle myself if my own scarf were too long. it was awkward.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16435894/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16435894/ Wed, 16 Jan 2008 17:28:46 PST
just as a fun FYI, i've got my back to the screen right now and am typing on my wireless keyboard across the room. fun note...

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16246820/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16246820/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 20:54:22 PST
God I'm terrible about emotions. When I'm having a melt-down, I'm laughing more often than I'm crying. Laughing to try and stop crying I hope, though more often just laughing at the situation. I am afraid of how people are going to react when I laugh at funerals. I already can't cry at them. Something amiss in the great granddaughter when they had been close. Of course, there's also the fact that I cannot stand dead bodies, they look like giant dolls and it creeps me right the fuck out. The coffin is just like a hermetically sealed toybox on some collectors shelves and it's creepy.

But I digress. Hope you and yours are having a lovely year thus far, I really can't complain yet. Give me another week and I'll be able to. ^_^

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16148874/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/16148874/ Sat, 29 Dec 2007 07:08:28 PST Older by Colbie Caillat

Waited all my life for this day to come
I feel like letting go, life goes on
Wasting no more time
So much to be done
Everything works out
So they say
Over my shoulder, it's tough getting older
Yeah, yeah.......

Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

Here before my eyes, many roads ahead
Time for me to choose one way now
If I take a chance
What lies down the road
Feeling so confused, turned round
On and on, on and on
yeah yeah.....

Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

Waited all my life for this day to come
I feel like letting go, life goes on
Over my shoulder (on and on)
It's tough getting older (on and on, on)
Yeah, yeah.....

Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd want to go
Now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

Seems like nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of grey and I feel a weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15955932/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15955932/ Sun, 16 Dec 2007 08:28:55 PST
My friend Sassy always loves to be introspective and say things like that, I think he's a goon. But for once, I find myself using his turn of phrase in a serious way. I honestly think I've hit the reset button in my life and it's going to be okay.

I've been quite depressed of late, it's something that comes on with the holidays and thus is only partially related to my recent break-up with Brian. I'm content to let that one go. We're going to be friends if he can stand to be around me again, and that's enough for now. If something comes up again, then it will come up. If not, then I won't lose one of my best friends.

As for the rest of life, well, it really has been reset. I left the mentorship position and finished moving into a Co-op on friday. I haven't stayed one night in it yet, but that's cause mom wanted me home for the weekend so here I am. I got a promotion at my job so I've started new responsibilities. It's not much of a promotion, a few cents on the dollar, but it's a start. And it shows that they think I'm responsible enough for it. Especially since they gave me the promotion three months after I started working there, ahead of at least five people who were hired before me. I thought that was pretty kick ass.

The Co-op is going to take some massive getting used to, I don't know any of the house rules yet since the girl who is supposed to instruct me in them was gone while I moved in and the boys present were not particularly helpful as they had their own stuff to be doing while I was coming in.

I'm going through all of those things that I'd left behind in my room here at my parents' house and I am throwing most of it away or giving it to goodwill. I don't remember why I saved some of it and that is the basis for the trash. If I can remember why I saved it, then it's important enough to continue being saved. For now.

That's all life is really, a series of memories important enough to save. Over time, they slowly are deleted until all we have left are the momentos of why they were important to begin with. That's what DA is to me. I went through a phase of outrage at DA and was going to delete everything off of here, but in the end, I have realized that the damage is done and I will never delete it. I have a record of my life since high school on here, that's about four years in print on-screen. I haven't ever been a part of anything this meaningful for that long before. If I decide to publish something, then it won't ever find it's way onto this site while it's completed, but that's just a precaution that I am going to have to take.

It snowed so much last night that the entire ground is covered and we can't leave the house. I haven't seen this much snow since I was much younger, and I love it. It's so pretty. It covers up all of the imperfections in the ground so that it can repair itself and for spring, be whole.

I think I should go eat some bacon now. Love you all.
~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15835759/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15835759/ Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:38:00 PST
As is, I am severely disappointed in the end of the movie as they ended about a scene too early. That's right, Asreal does not open the portal. That is left for the second movie, presuming they make one.

Other thoughts on the movie, it was visually stunning. And it followed the book for the most part, just in permanant fast forward. You completely skip over minor chracters and backstories; but the basic points of the movie are the same as the book. Also, there are far too many montages. I know I know, they're trying to show the passage of time in a quick way without boring the audience, but seriously, montages are getting old.

I will be quite upset if they cut out the scene in which this movie was supposed to end and instead make Lord Asreal too good to be true. He's supposed to have that massive flaw, but I'm not sure they'll follow through with it. The American Public certainly might not stomach it.

We'll see... we'll see...

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15745919/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15745919/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 08:03:50 PST
Except my boys. The only drama there is related to who stole whose beer and got punched for it. I don't have many up here, but I intend to start building relations and chilling out with more guys. I move into a house in two weeks where out of 12 people half are guys, and at least three are straight guys. Hopefully that will blossom into some sort of friendships. I dun wanna date anyone right now, I just wanna hang out with some nice guys.

I miss my Patty O'Brian. When I come out to B-town over Winter Break I'm looking you up sir.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15629237/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15629237/ Fri, 23 Nov 2007 00:30:24 PST
I have a new project; I want to write the Icarii Tales as a complete set. It will take some time, I'll have to delve into very old poems to collect the emotions necessary to capture those experiences exactly the way they happened.

I like what happened with the latest piece, the ballad. I am gonna toy with that some for awhile.

I am doing well. My life is certainly not over, my emotions are haywire but this is when I write the most poignant literature.

My favorite part about life right now is this; my family is doing wonderfully. My father and I get along now and my brothers are close to me. Mom and I have never been far apart, so it stands to reason we're just as close now.

My friends are amazing, Christian, Danielle, Emma, Jeff, Trina; DA includes many who send wishes but cannot attend in person like these people can, you're all amazing too.

If you'll all excuse me, I'm gonna go to bed now, I've been up for awhile and the black friday sales start in half an hour. Not that I'm going. Just that I need to sleep.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15600232/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15600232/ Wed, 21 Nov 2007 05:33:04 PST
i'm really hopeful that it's only something i'm interested in because it's completely out of the question. the normans wrote courtly love epics because they were not allowed to go after the people they mentioned in them. i am beginning to see the appeal of far-off admiration. nobody actually gets hurt. except the writer.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15577584/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15577584/ Mon, 19 Nov 2007 14:06:49 PST
so the whole relationship i was confused about and unhappy with ended. and i'm feeling worse about it than ever.

unfortunately for me i just recently came to terms with the fact that i still love anthony a little bit and probably always will. if i realized this three years later then what the hell am i supposed to do with the fact that i know i will always love brian at least a little.

i kinda hope that i find someone else pronto to go gaga over and smother my feelings for brian in an angry sea of alcohol and cheap hook-up. then again, that would just be another phil situation. no offense sir i know you read these.

*sigh* i need to learn how to have self-confidence without being in a relationship. intellectually i know i'm a good person, a smart one and even beautiful under the right occasion. (i have to be in a good mood, i'm not a lucky enough girl to be cute when i'm angry. i'm scary when i'm really and truly angry.)

i'm glad that thanksgiving weekend is coming up. i'm going to necto wednesday night and that will be amazingly relieving. and i get to cuddle with my puppy rascal while watching sappy movies with my mom cause i'll want to cry anyway and watching a sappy movie will give me an excuse.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15519156/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15519156/ Thu, 15 Nov 2007 10:44:50 PST
i've joined with a group that is a rag-tag bunch of english majors and enthusiasts who meet up once a week to discuss submissions of fiction and short story for a state-wide publication. it's non-profit and all of the work is volunteer, i'm doing it because i want to see if i could be willing to do something like this for the rest of my life. at the moment, i am willing to. we'll see if i can actually get in. it's difficult when you don't have a journalism minor to pull in the experience necessary.

the other group i joined is a computer animation club. as a writer and voice-actor, not as an artist. as i'm sure you who view my artwork know, i don't have "them mad skillz" for designing the characters on the computer and stuff of the like.

in other news, i move into my new house in about a month. i'm going to a party there on friday to meet more of the residents and to have a good time. i discovered last weekend that yes, i can enjoy myself at a party where i don't know anyone and therefore i need to get out more often and do so.

as for brian and i, well, we're together without being together. we don't have time to be dating but are unwilling to break off even what little we find to spend together. we'll see what comes of that, i'm not happy with the arrangement, but i'd be even less happy with the alternative. and i really don't want to start dating, nor do i want to lose the protective barrier of self-confidence that comes with a relationship. i'm happy when single, but i get tongue tied around attractive people when i'm single too; i like being able to speak if it's all the same to the rest of the world.

that's about all. i'm working on crocheting a nice fuzzy hat and knitting an old lady scarf with hood attachment.

more on life later.

~REN

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]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15415774/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15415774/ Thu, 08 Nov 2007 05:01:33 PST
i'm really upset right now, but i can't take a day off. i have shit to do.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15383493/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15383493/ Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:13:45 PST i thought maybe by writing them it would be like sharing them
and i would feel less guilty for keeping them
but it didn't work
and i still don't want to share
~

there was a poem here, but i liked it so much i decided to submit it as a deviation. enjoy

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15037701/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/15037701/ Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:12:48 PDT
i don't think its fair to despise another student who happens to have a perceived, though not actual, authority over you for that reason alone. come up with something original.

those few girls on my floor that i know well, like and know they genuinely like me as a person and not cause they think i'll do them favors, are not enough and not around enough to make this job worthwhile anymore.

i came back mostly for the money. and now i'm leaving, because that adage about getting what you want and not doing things for money finally bit my ass.

i'm sitting on the news for a month, meaning i am not encouraged to tell my coworkers i'm leaving, but at the end of this semester, i'm moving into a student housing cooperative. out of the dorms, out of my mentorship contract scot-free (leaving mid-semester means paying back what the university paid for you to live here) and into an actual decision i've made entirely by myself, for myself. my parents strongly councilled me into college and the mentorship, my professors strongly councilled me into English and later History degrees, my friends have always been supportive, even though it now means i'll pretty much be abandoning em to whoever takes my spot as her suitemate.

all i have left to do for the co-op is to pay the deposit and sign the official contract. i'll be doing that in the next two weeks, for this next two weeks i'm going to follow my supervisor's advice and dive headfirst into my positive mentor activities. if by the end of this period, they still don't outweigh the negetive mentor activities, then i'm out.

as i've been pondering this for the past three months or so, i'm out.

fyi, if you'll be visiting my dorm anytime soon, don't say anything about this to a resident or any staff member. i don't want to be scrutinized by rumors, i'd rather tell them myself once it's officially documented.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14975893/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14975893/ Mon, 08 Oct 2007 18:38:49 PDT
that is all.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14922483/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14922483/ Fri, 05 Oct 2007 05:39:39 PDT
i just like to whine.

well yesterday was one of those days, but out of that day came a vaguely formed decision that i honestly feel i should look at more closely.

i don't want to be an RA anymore. and it has nothing to do with my floor. my floor is fabulous, they talk, they laugh, they hang-out, and they invite me. i just don't have time to be there for them the way they deserve. and if that were the only problem with being an RA, i would talk to my girls and they would totally understand and i'd be left to my own devices when i needed to be.

but that's not my only problem. i have a problem with all of the bureaucratic bullshit that's being thrown around this year. i have to do five "educational inititives" per semester, we can do them with eachother (other RA's that is) and we can even take people to events offsite that campus is running and call it a program. unfortunately, i don't have the time to put up flyers ahead of events and i missed out on a completely valid program last tuesday cause i forgot about it. so i have a program this coming thursday and i cannot miss it. this will make three for me, i need two more. i have one idea fleshed out with another RA, but we need an eensy bit of funding in order to pull it off. which we can't get unless we just soak the cost or go see government, but i don't have the time on wednesday meetings nights to go see them and my partner in crime is being quite unhelpful in this realm. not to mention you have to submit something in writing to them and i don't know how to go about that, nor do i know how much i would need.

*sigh* i'm just flustered with programming. and i don't like being "on duty." and brian and i had a very disheartening talk and the vague idea that we'd break up at graduation is more solid now and reasons behind it have come out to play. i'm just a bit depressed about the whole thing cause it puts a deadline on our relationship and i know he doesn't like it any more than i do, we just don't want the other person to give something up in order to be with us while simultaniously are willing to give something up personally to be with the other one.

bit messy really. i'll be straightening that out once we get closer to the event. so in a year and a half or so. our first year anniversary is two weeks from sunday, it doesn't seem right to put a damper on it.

what it comes down to, is that i want to move off campus so that i can sort out the rest of my life. i want to do it at the semester break so that they can find someone else to take my place and i need to find a place to go in order to do this at all. i'd be leaving my suitemate emma in a lurch, and i'd feel bad for a little while, but i need to get the fuck out of here.

i'm off to work now, more on life later.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14806972/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14806972/ Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:46:26 PDT
I work about 23 hours a week at a textbook store across the street from campus. I work an additional 13 hours or so at that bookstore every other weekend and 3 hours "night receping" over in a different complex than the one I live in those nights. I also am carrying 16 credits and a spot as a Resident Advisor/Mentor.

My brother calls me an overacheiver, my mentor friend calls me the university's golden child and my parents don't call me at all for fear of disrupting my schedule.

All in all, I have a decent arrangment. Yeah, it gets stressful. But I do regularly have weekends off.

As for friends, I managed to finangle my schedule so that I have friday afternoons off. Totally off. And that means I'm free until I go to work at 11:30PM for night receping. That's only every other weekend, so those weekends I'm not? Yeah. I see my boy.

It'll be a year on October 21st. I'm still surprised it's been this long. Not that we made it, but that much time has passed. Jeez. I'm gonna be 21 in less than a year and I'm completely zoned out for the count-down. He's just as busy as me though; we have to pencil each other in because otherwise we would ONLY see each other those friday nights. He stays here on tuesdays, we meet for twenty minutes on thursdays and I stay there the occasional wednesday. Tonight I'm on duty, so no Brian visit until tomorrow.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to draft a letter to the Government of Montreal in hopes that they have a marriage lisence issued in the 1920's for me to use as a primary source in my research paper on immigration, citizenship and why women had to come to the US through Canada.

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14777100/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14777100/ Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:18:53 PDT
Just wanted y'all to know I'm alive.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14573837/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14573837/ Mon, 10 Sep 2007 10:55:29 PDT
ANYwho, I was at the Wheatland Music Festival up in Remus MI this weekend. I went with Brian, who was working the event in exchange for a ticket, and we met up with some friends of his there.

I don't know how many of you are familiar with the Wheatland Music Festival, but it is essentially a weekend long camp-out with music performances from all over the world centering on folk music and "off the beaten path" type stuff. We heard everything from Gospel to Celtic to Bluegrass and Swing. My particular favorite was a band of sisters from Edinbourough called Giveway. I missed their CD at the vender so I have to find it online now.

There were so many different people there, it was surprisingly big. Brian told me that thousands of people show up, but that didn't really quantify anything for me. I'm bad with abstract numbers. There were all ages as well, they had activities for ages 2+. I had the great fortune of staying in "MiddleGround" which is a site unofficially designated for college students and the like. Unfortunately, a woman our age decided that since she was our age she got to camp next to us; even though her 2 and 4 year old sons dictated that she should have camped in the kid-friendly zones FAR AWAY FROM ME.

I have nothing against kids in general, but kids that are running around screaming at 7AM having no supervision while mommy dearest recovers from a hang-over; they do not make me happy. There were a few humorous occurences, but they did not make up for the kids being present.

Brian's friends that were there were the girls he hung out with all through high school and their respective beaus. Man am I surprised he decided to hang out with us in college! They are SO different from our current group. Nice for the most part, but somewhat unwilling to allow anyone else into their circle. I felt so left out that Brian decided we wouldn't chill with them anyway and we really ended up doing our own thing. The guys were really cool though; it seems that they've been left out the way that I was and could relate, the girls don't seem concious of the fact that they are doing it at all.

Course, it doesn't help that I don't do pot. That seemed to be a lot of their discussion and subsequent interaction. I did try it this weekend, and it was amusing; but I personally don't think I'll ever pay for it. If it's available and free, sure why not? But if not, it's totally not even worth the money. I am trying new things and coming to the exact same conclusions I had before I tried them.

Lessee lessee... I tried "Breakfast on a Stick" which is a sausage on a stick wrapped corn-dog style in a blueberry pancake. It was good, you couldn't taste the blueberry at all. Which is excellent in my book as I cannot stand blueberry pancakes in general. Brian has converted me.

There were a LOT of kids playing with "Devil's Stix" around as well. Only they weren't called Devil's Stix, they were called something else. Must just mean a different vender; the product and end result was the same though. I tried to use them, failed, and decided not to buy any lol. I did learn to juggle though. I have to practice majorly to get any good at it, but now I know.

I also started to learn how to do the crystal ball manipulation employed by the Goblin King (David Bowie) in Labrynth. Alas, I didn't have much of a knack for it, or the desire to practice it when there were tie-dying booths I could do for free. It sure was awesome to see people do it in real life though. ^_^

Brian has come out and told me a horrible truth; he hates dancing. I am saddened by this turn, because I love to dance, even if I don't know the steps, rythm, or songs. If he goes Richard Gere on me, I may just have to kick his ass. *Reference to Shall We Dance?*

I cannot think of anything else to put in here. If you're curious about the child anecdotes, those will be mentioned in their own journal later today cause there were many of them. And now, I must do some reading for the class I am off to next.

more on life later,

~Renegade

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14567926/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14567926/ Sun, 09 Sep 2007 20:50:24 PDT
sex, drugs, rock and roll?

yeah. it had that. well... folk music anyway. and a LOT of drunken hippies.

if you'll be in Michigan, this time next year, i recommend checking it out. but look for it online, cause tickets are NOT available at the gate except from scalpers.

More on it when I'm not exhausted.


~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14430696/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14430696/ Fri, 31 Aug 2007 19:00:08 PDT
I started working at a local textbook store for the "book rush" and got to meet all kinds of unsavory people. I must say, my lack of desire to attend frat parties has redoubled thanks to the stories passed around by coworkers in front of me. Not with me, in front of me. There are three guys that I am supposed to work closely with who have yet to make eye-contact with me. Instead zeroing in on a blond, petite, sorority-girl coworker who is also in our department. At first I was insulted, after listening to their "Greek" life babble, I decided I'm better off not even talking to them and have managed to distinguish myself much better with the permanant staff, increasing my chances of being hired on for the year.

Anyway, those four are not my concern. I've made many friends there aside from them, people from other departments and a few girls from my department who just happen to not be like the first four. Well, there's one of them who wants to BE one of those first four. She's rushing this year and is "like so excited about it." I tolerate her enthusiasm about it because other than that, she's a very educated and interesting person to talk to. Much like the other sorority girls I knew pre-bookstore. I dunno, I just had good luck with sororities and fraturnities until I started here.

Yeah, so this girl and I were shelving books and chit-chatting about anything and nothing. I put a Noam Chomsky book on the shelf and she commented how much she hated him. Now, I'm used to declarations of passionate adoration for Chomsky from a certain room mate I had this summer; so I was curious as to why. I laughed to defuse the moment, indicated my lack of knowledge about Chomsky having never read any of his work, and she patiently explained to me that she's anti-Chomsky because he's Pro-Palestine.

Okay, I can handle that. Differing political views. Totally makes sense. She's Jewish and very Pro-Isreal, so it didn't surprise me much. What surprised me was what came afterward.

Seeking to further my knowledge on the subject, I asked if she was for a seperate nation for the Palestinians as well as for the Isrealies; being the naive person that I am I assumed she was just against them having Isreal. But no. She told me that they "don't deserve" their own homeland. That the jews do for centuries of persecution.

I pointed out that the Palestinians are persecuted in the Middle East, they were before the conflict and are even more so now. But apparently, it's not as important that they are also a persecuted group because they "sided with Hitler." And apparently, all Palestinians alive today had a direct hand in the execution of the Holocaust. So she would have me believe.

Now, this disgusted me enough. I mean, yes maybe the Palestinian goverment did side with Hitler, but they didn't do it for the destruction of Judaism! I may not have been a fly on the wall of their discussions, but it makes sense to me as such: They did it for a bid for power as historically, Germany's Prussian background had done very well for itself militarily. And Hilter was a very charismatic stateman. It's not as though they joined him for his anti-semitic beliefs, they just didn't leave when they found out about them. Yes, this was terrible. And I can believe that they killed Jewish people in their country, but I cannot believe that a five year old child born in the '90s could have had a direct hand in the death of a 30-something woman in 1943. Or anything else to a similar effect.

That last statement is something that this girl believes. She told me that she would love the conflict to end tomorrow by the Palestinians just picking up and going away. I asked if she wanted them to die in the way that she felt they had killed other Jews. She never answered me verbally, but her conduct for the rest of the conversation struck me as an affirmative. She then went on to tell me that all Jewish people consider Isreal the homeland and many aspire to live there. I didn't know this; what it means to me is that because of religion, Isreal's population can quadruple in size overnight if enough people decide to "go home" at once. And all of those people will just further aggrivate the surrounding Islamic countries.

I'm terrified of religion. It makes people kill in the name of something that is unprovable, and ultimately, alien. It makes people who have no ethnic background aspire to live in a country that they would only further stir up and cause conflict in. I'm all for pilgrammage, but living there permanantly? That's just cruel to the current inhabitants.

Each person is responsible for... ]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14312089/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14312089/ Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:11:24 PDT [link]

I love ya babe. I really do. ^_^ And now you are immortalized on my wall courtesy of Emma. *snickers*

EDIT: The Technologic Video's baby robot freaks me right the fuck out. I just had to put that out there.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14231429/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14231429/ Sat, 18 Aug 2007 20:28:20 PDT
Or "Mommy Ren" if we got back far enough ^.~

So today at the Ren Fest, Danielle and I wandered into a corset shop. I was wearing my corset, but its knots were in disarray and horrible condition as it's been so long since anyone could properly tie it. The woman made a disparaging comment about the state of the knots, and I requested her assistance to fix it. Whilst tugging and pulling out the knots, she complained that she needed a set of tweezers to get them out. Laughing, I offered her my manicure set which has a set of tweezers in it. A few minutes later, Danielle was about to leave to get something to drink, so I handed her my water bottle. I was then declared The Ren Fest Boy Scout.

Woot. ^_^

Other than the Ren Fest today, I've been really busy with mentor training. I'll post a picture of the project I took on for that. I'll give you a hint, Lava is HOT! hehehe

More on life later,

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14218871/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14218871/ Fri, 17 Aug 2007 22:58:21 PDT
life is fair. i just don't have to like it very much. i had seven books for this class ordered and delivered from the internet, and now i need a totally new set of nine in time for a week from monday. plus a course-packet.

fucking bastards.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14086443/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14086443/ Thu, 09 Aug 2007 07:32:19 PDT
lo and behold, 25 responses to e-mails sent from MY account detailing the price and address of various nokia phones that whoever was using my e-mail and e-bay wanted to buy. all using british pounds and not american dollars.

immediately i checked to make sure that all of my paypal was in order. yup, zip. nada. nothing in it but a denied bill and no record of activity in the last five months. meaning whoever got into my e-mail and e-bay hadn't gotten into my paypal, but had tried to use it, where there wasn't any account information but still i was pissed. i deleted paypal and the confirmation e-mail that went to the compromised e-mail. then i systematically changed my passwords to extremely long characters with no words. meaning anyone hacking in now must have a lot of time on their hands and a damn good randomizer cause i had to write the fucking things down. i also changed my security questions. then i deleted both accounts. no more e-bay and no more MSN. considering i've had that e-mail since i was 13, i never put in anything financial and am very glad i never did. i also never kept anything financial on e-bay, having used paypal to make payments etc.

i reported the fraud to the security desk on e-bay, but god forbid they can actually do shit about it. as i said, i deleted the accounts after changing the passwords and securities so whoever it is has two weeks to hack back in. if they manage to do it then, fuck 'em. i already took out all of my information. which wasn't even my personal information anyway cause i'm a good little girl who tries to protect herself from things like this.

man am i thankful that i never put my financial details online. and i am also thankful i don't put detailed personal information online. i got a stalker that way once, and now i've had my old e-mail address stolen.

needless to say, everything else i do online is being closely monitored to make sure that this does NOT happen again.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14054686/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/14054686/ Tue, 07 Aug 2007 05:38:03 PDT
I hate long distance things, they haven't worked for me in the past, but Brian is really making it work and making me want to try harder at it. I've learned to ignore what seems callous online because he has no internet ettiquete and instead to savor the phone calls where I can hear his voice and tell the emotion behind things. I've been counting down the days til he moves back and I've got about 18 more. And I get to see him Saturday. Only for the afternoon and evening cause my boss is making me work, but at least I get to see him at all.

For those of you unfortunate enough never to have heard the lyrics to "Hey There Delilah" here they are:

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a rainy window to stare out of and be emo until my stomach settles from the butterflies.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13997101/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13997101/ Fri, 03 Aug 2007 06:25:07 PDT
Rode hard and put up wet, I ain't down but I can't get up yet
It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel
Sun down across the plain, I've been sore before I'll be sore again
No place to hide to keep from runnin'
Laid down in the cottonwood hollow though I left a trail no man could follow,
Is it safe to rest my head again till morning
Cracked throat and my canteen's dry and
Rain don't fall from an empty sky, so I'll whisper Hail Marys till the sun comes up

Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love
When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above
When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around
You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground

Rode hard come down tired, stripped from the saddle when the rifle fired,
Deep in dreams of women and clean water
Well I did before what I'll do again
So forgive me Father if I have sinned, but the old wood cracks before it bends

Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love
When he traded in his pistol and his saddle and the stars above
When the candle's burnin' down, when midnight comes around
You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit

Yeah the candle's burnin' down, now midnight comes around
You know the best that we can hope for is to be laughin' when we finally hit the ground

The candle's burnin' down, and when midnight comes around

I think I have an addiction to '90s music. I should've been born seven years earlier... I'll be scrounging through CD stores to find this band's CDs now. Lord knows I've downloaded enough to have it, but it will not appear.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13977435/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13977435/ Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:44:33 PDT
So just how far down do you want to go
And we can talk it out over a cup of joe
And you can look deep into my eyes
Like I was a super-model

Uh huh

Well it’s you and me baby
No one else we can trust
We’ll say nuthin to no one
No how or we’ll bust
And never crack a smile or flinch or cry
For nobody

Uh huh

Well give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you're Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I'll keep the pesos

Yeah and that seems fair

So put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff’s car
And slash the deputy’s tires
So they won’t get very far
When they finally get the word that there’s been a hold-up

Uh huh

And give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you're Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there
And everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I'll keep the pesos
Yeah that seems fair
That seems fair
And that seems fair
Well that seems fair

Well give your ID card to the border guard
Now your alias says you're Captain Jon Luke Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
Cause he won’t speak english anyway

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there
And everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol
So I'll keep the pesos
Yeah that seems fair ....

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13892549/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13892549/ Thu, 26 Jul 2007 19:34:30 PDT
with that said, i'm actually in quite a pleasent mood. things are going swimmingly; for living in a dorm room with fruit flies that i cannot get rid of.

i think it was the bananas i got...

yes... quite sure.

where's a venus fly trap when you need one?

back to the original entry.

work is dull for the most part, compounded by the fact that i have a class that i dislike. the prof occasionally presents us with something interesting, but always seems to make it tiresome by some way or another. this will be the last time i take a class in the summer though, i've seen how much i could be making if i worked 40 hours a week, unfortunately, i cannot work 40 hours while taking a 4 credit class that cuts out 20 hours. yeah. suckage. but then again, i didn't get this job for the money, i got it for the free room and continuity for my resume. keep your fingers crossed for me keeping my part-time bookstore job for the rest of the semester. and not spending money between now and next summer.

i miss my boy like crazy. it wasn't so bad in the midst of the summer when i didn't know the next time i would see him, but as soon as he comes out to stay for a week i remember every little thing i let myself put away and it's harder than ever knowing that i have two weeks before i see him again.

i'd be a wreck in a more permanant long distance relationship, i trust him, i just can't stand not seeing him. or smelling him hehe, he smells nice...

thinking of other nice smelling things, i have decided to rid myself of the bananas, they are ruining my bug-free atmosphere.

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13745064/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13745064/ Sun, 15 Jul 2007 13:54:54 PDT
i was watching the pool, chaperoning for a camp i'm helping with, and i dozed off. for about forty five minutes.

bad thing about the way i sleep, is i do not shift position once i'm out. meaning i have a nice and crispy burn along the back of my thighs to where my shorts rode up. a nice strip across my lower back where a tattoo would go and a deep tan along the backs of my upper arms. my legs are all that burned, everywhere else had seen sunlight already so they just tanned.

i'm really glad i didn't fall asleep facing up. that would have ended worse. and at least i was wearing shorts, i can sit now, where i may not have been able to if i'd've taken them off as i originally intended.

ah youth. may i not get cancer. pictures of the difference in tan to follow to scraps if you want a good laugh.

~Ren

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13699391/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13699391/ Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:49:23 PDT
I was looking forward to going to see the critically acclaimed Wicked! with my parents today. I was looking forward to it so much, I dressed up and I made sure not to read the book because I didn't want to make comparisons. Well, that backfired. But even without the book, it's a terrible play.


I hated Wicked with a special passion that I reserve only for those things that truly ruin my day. And I don't mean headaches, rain or people who are annoying and won't leave; I mean something that ruins my happy disposition to the point where I want to maim and kill anyone who says differently.

The maiming of a perfectly wonderful book aside, the jokes are transparent, the costumes (minus ONE scene in which the BACKGROUND chrous was well dressed) are hideously gaudy even for theatre, the music is overblown, the lyrics are lost in the volume and what little you DO hear of them are seussian in a not so cute kind of way.

Now, if I were to start detailing what they got wrong out of the book we'd be here all night; and I only saw half the bloody thing! What I will point out, is that key elements of the plot are completely ignored; substituted for them is a "genuine friendship" (that wasn't there) growing out of loathing; a love interest that was purely sexual between two outsiders, being overplayed as a long lost love affair between two people where one is an outsider and the other is the most popular guy ever; the matrilineal transfer of governer's seat is passed over; and the Animals are referenced twice, even though they are in the book AND in the play, the driving force behind the character's transformation!

Seriously Broadway, WHAT THE FUCK?! And the American public is just lapping it up.

The play has a wonderful cast, they were getting into their roles and had beautiful voices, it's not their fault that the play has no substance and the music is terrible. The special effects were dazzling, but that's why I go to movies. Not plays. Plays are supposed to be for substance, for character! Not for bells and whistles!


Now, I know that many of my friends at MSU are going to be horrified at this attitude I have towards the play, and they are welcome to their own love of the play, but I will not sit through it ever again.

/rant

What's worse? The seats my parents got us cost $65 a piece! FOR THE BACK ROW!

//rant

]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13612447/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13612447/ Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:21:49 PDT
"hey remember that month when i only ate boxes of tangerines
so cheap and JUICY!"

hehe ^_^

but seriously, i like Regina Spektor, even if it is a bit delayed.

~love love love

pancakes ]]> ~DemonicRedemtion http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13589342/ http://DemonicRedemtion.deviantart.com/journal/13589342/ Tue, 03 Jul 2007 07:34:42 PDT
that is my summer. work is repetative, necto is fun (until i'm dragged away by seven other people's bad taste in music ) denny's sucks ass but the company was alright, aaand yeah. i started a class yesterday.

on the agenda for the rest of the summer:

assisting emma with a guitar hero tourny july 14th
brian visit + ann arbor art fair july 17th-19th
silver leaf ren fest (HINT christian HINT) july 21st/22nd

class
work
lather
rinse
repeat

ttyl ]]> ~DemonicRedemtion