http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Krysannia521&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Krysannia521 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:32:06 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/27557636/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/27557636/ Sat, 03 Oct 2009 11:53:45 PDT
Brian and I split. For good. We're still stuck together, since he can't afford food and I can't cook much... but then I met my roommates. I thought I was stuck in a room with three horribly loud girls who would get on my last nerve within days of my moving in, (which is why the agreement that I would buy food and Brian would cook even came about,) but alas, Ngoc (pronounced "na") and Ashley are awesome, and Lashae is pretty cool for a teenager. So now I'm trying to figure out how to balance Brian's whiny-ness with my desire to spend time with my awesome roommates... closest I can come is to have dinner downstairs with the girls and Brian. I get that Brian doesn't have tons of friends around now that his buds are all moving to the four corners of the Earth (state, technically, but might as well) yet he's been on me since I got here to go make friends, and now that I've got people besides him I wanna hang out with and he's the one whining. It's frustrating and not endearing him to me in the slightest.

I skipped things... Brian and I had to spend break together because his friends are moving. The impression I got from that situation is that the guys kept giving the money to one roommate dude so that he would pay the bills, which he didn't, and the money somehow disappeared... which is suspect because this dude just hooked up with a spoiled bitch. Personally, I'm of the opinion that this girl is just with him because she's feeling old (mid-twenties and dumb as a rock) and therefore desperate to get married, and since this is his first real relationship there's no telling him as much. Anyway, my point was that I expected break to be horrible since it was a month long, but it worked out pretty well up until that last week and a half. At that point, somehow "yea, sure I'll help" got twisted in his brain to "yea, I'll do everything you assume I will because you don't feel like it, and I'll take your orders, just don't forget to say them as if you were talking to a dog or I won't understand" ... rawr... fer srs... and then the whining crybaby bullshit started and I wanted to smother him with a pillow.

Enough of Brian. I'm gonna not spend so much time with him for a while and see if he's chilled out afterward. Back to my roommates. I share a room with Ngoc, she and I are like the parents of the room. She's the good girl to my slightly naughty, so we work well when 'Shae starts getting hyped up. Ashley's like... the lunatic cousin that everyone likes, I guess... she gets into a zone when she gets online (like I do), but then she gets off and does her crafts and her drawings and other manners of awesomeness. Shae is the youngest of us, and has some habits that I could see getting on my nerves in the worst way, but I'm trying to control that. She is still essentially a good person.

My teachers are great, too. Last term I had a crazy, awesome Algebra teacher, so because he isn't teaching the next Algebra class this term I'm waiting for that for next term (winter) and taking Composition 2 with his wife, who is equally crazy and awesome. My HR Management teacher is a bit boring, but she's nice enough to give us options rather than forcing us shy peoples to stand up and do oral presentations. Intro to Business is the class I think I'm going to enjoy most. The teacher is nuts, full of stories, (kinda looks like this guy), and reminds me a bit of my mom. Fun times.

OH! And I'm writing again... sort of... it's okay so far, but I've only got about three pages just now, so it's a little early to tell. If I ever get enough scraped together that doesn't suck ogre ass I'll post it.

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/24814738/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/24814738/ Sun, 17 May 2009 23:56:16 PDT
Um... I've been a college student since January! That's... kinda news... my roommate's pretty awesome... I'm taking a speech class this term and that's going great. Made the Dean's list and get a free dinner about a week after my birthday... probably helped that I got an A in math last term.

OH! Yes, my birthday's Thursday. I'll be 24 and not doing as well as I'd planned in algebra... there's something fucked up about being 24 and shit at algebra (not even "algebra"; PRE-algebra), but hey, I'm a librarian seedling; I'm never gonna use math that calls making a problem into a smaller problem a solution anyway. Mostly I'll be dealing with money, and since I'm pretty good with decimals, I think I'll be fine. I just gotta get through this class or I'll have to have it payed for again.

But BOYS... jeez-oh-petes, boys... what am I ever going to do with "mine". I broke up with him the end of January - because I felt like a Gold-Plated Blowup Doll and couldn't take it anymore, - but it's okay 'cause we got back together the day before Valentine's. The big talk was documented, but I think we're slipping back into bad habits anyway. Doesn't help that I keep having dreams about Justin, and stuff keeps popping up to remind me of Blackwell (songs, food, stuff... people... yea, weird) but I'm working with it.

I'm trying to do the healthy healthy thing, but it's hard to do when you're a college kid on a $90 per month allowance. I'm doing what I can.

So yea... that'd be my life right now... I still screw around on the computer all night sometimes, and I'm playing video games again, but outside of all this... yea, I have nothing.

Hope you're all having more fun,
K

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/20751744/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/20751744/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:01:40 PDT Then one day, a beautiful faerie came down and said;
"Little bunny foo foo, I don't want to see you, scooping up the idiot computers and bopping 'em on the head...

flamethrowers work so much better."

I hate my internet connection... but at least this computer has an N key.

There's really not much good about being home again. I get room to toss and turn in my bed without worrying about elbowing Brian in the head or something, the laundry room's right downstairs, my shower doesn't try to drill holes in me (and if it did I could fix it), I don't have to worry about anyone getting booted out on the street if I get seen, and I got mead at the renny fair when I got back...

But, I'm away from my boyfriend, I hardly have a phone, my internet's restricted 'cause everything awesome is beyond my connection's capabilities, and my college attempts are being slowed by the IRS.

:sigh: December is far too far away... and that's the soonest we're going to have full phone and wireless internet back... at least I get to see Brian in November, I guess I can focus on that.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/19729378/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/19729378/ Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:32:26 PDT
In other news; I spent June in Grand Rapids. In the beginning I was just gonna spend the weekend with a friend who was graduating college... but then there were those HUGE storms...

So we've been dating for about a month now, and he's stealing me next week for the last week he's spending in his apartment. I had been trying to find work out there - which is different and bad without internet, - but he's moving to the dorms of his new school and without him having a place of his own it'd be a BIG commute... particularly without a car of my own.

Since I've been back it's back to business as normal. I've been on Stickam a lot 'cause dAmn has been so fucking dead. I've been on youtube a bit, too... mostly I've been just bored. Trying to fix that by going back to a couple old habits, like writing while watching TV, or painting when I'm listening to music, but inspiration has been... elusive.

See? I can't even end a journal entry properly. I gotta find something.

Great YouTubers;
AngryAussie
Blunty3000
boh3m3
DiGiTaLsOuL
FLuffeeTalks
Stickam Brilliance;
Azrienoch
CitizenWorm
DrObswolovitch
GoldenGun85
Jumblebox
Katatawnic
TheCarruths
TheoreticalBullshit
VeritasEtLibertas82

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/17699149/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/17699149/ Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:49:19 PDT
I have come to the conclusion that while dAmn has the right idea with the privclasses and the title/topic bars, stickam still kicks butt just for the fact that you can see and hear people and choose to remove assholes from your screen. The only real thing that bugs me is that our room rules are unwritten. Meh, ya make do... ensures the "warn the n00b" policy gets enforced.

So yea... my life hasn't got exciting. I got my cam, so a couple videos are on my channel on youtube, and our house is once again crammed full of junk we should probably toss, but nothing monumental comes to mind... oh, and I'm learning Italian. Seems like a good idea if shit hits the fan... how often do you hear of Italy in the news (excluding the Catholic church crap)? Kait's learning German, though, so we'd be well covered if we ever actually left the continent.

I'm out of stuff to talk about... you can tell when you spend five minutes just kinda staring at the screen. Have links instead (and these are just the people I talk to that I can remember offhand...).

GoldenGun85
bcarruth
azrienoch
citizenworm
TheoreticalBullshit
Kat
jumblebox
pavoreax
TheChurchofDave

How I'm learning Italian:
Babbel.com

Later people.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/17306260/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/17306260/ Wed, 12 Mar 2008 18:24:26 PDT
I also renewed my driver's permit and visited the SS office... those people really need chocolate, and procedure that makes sense. They are not nice, and their system is convoluted... at least here.

I can't remember the word for "a person who likes pain", but whatever the word, I fed my inner whatever when I got my eyebrows threaded. I suppose it could've been worse, but still, ow. Made it better with a henna tattoo... I'll get around to uploading it to scraps later.

Other things I've been doing; stickam chat. I am a bit ticked off with dAmn right now, hopefully for obvious reasons, so I won't be around till they pull their shit together... I think I've mentioned this in a previous journal, but I don't remember. Monday I was on stickam 'til about 9:30AM, and had nothing to do all day, so I slept 'til about 11PM (where I got back on stickam after checking email and crap)... Yea... I didn't sleep again until 5AM Wednesday morning. Which means I took my permit test on no sleep... which probably means a trained chimp could've passed it without a problem, but meh. My point was originally that I haven't left dA, but I'm not using the chats until I get my custom emotes back.

I'm off to get all sudzy clean. Later all.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16995076/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16995076/ Thu, 21 Feb 2008 15:04:20 PST
I spent Friday playing with that folder system I never had before. I'm really liking this Collection system, even if its advent did cause thumbs - and therefore my beloved custom emotes - to crash and burn for about a month. This is nothing I know for certain, I'm just guessing because of the time line regarding the two changes. I am rather concerned that we haven't heard anything else about it since they oh-so graciously told us they're working on it.

Anyway, I spent the evening arranging my favorites... I never realized before that I have nearly 30 pages of favorites. Now I've just gotta figure out what's causing stuff to move around in the folder once I've organized it and I'll be set.

{Edit ->}In more recent news; Kaena Hope-Jean is here. She was born February 16th, at 7lbs. 9.5 oz. 18.5" long, and cute as a button. (Faith and Jarod have been too busy with Kaena to call me sooner), but my best friend has had her baby. There are pictures up on Faithy's MySpace page, so if you're really that interested in seeing my goddaughter, PM me and I'll link you.

Mom's got another D&D thing this weekend which she leaves for Tuesday (2/26)... which means I get to rely on my own two feet for food and sugary goodness. Maybe I'll beg an extra couple of bucks to go down and grab a six pack since there's a liquor store right next to the gas station on the corner... probably not, though. I opened up my mouth and got my six pack. Sam Adams,

So yea, that's been my week. Joy of joys, but at least I've got a less-pathetic emote up.

I am still trying to clean up my typing in chat... "trying" being the operative word.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16666232/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16666232/ Thu, 31 Jan 2008 21:26:55 PST → Pick your birth month.
→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
→ Bold or underline the best that apply to you.
→ Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months
→ Tag 5 people from your friends list.

JANUARY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teachand be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy.Quiet unless excited or tensed.Rather reserved.Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY:
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy.Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH:
Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL:
Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic. Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.

JUNE:
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY:
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood (I think sometimes). Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings.Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt . Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.Guides others physically and mentally.Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally.Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked.Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST:
Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and de... ]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16593956/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16593956/ Sun, 27 Jan 2008 09:18:19 PST
Just thought it was time to put something else up. I've been working on and off on some new digital painting thingies, but I've been distracted with reading.

Nothing much is goin' on over here... Feb' 8 - 10th mom and Kait are going out of town for a convention (I mistakenly put out 10 - 14th before, but I have an excuse; I was half asleep when given this information). Unfortunately, this does not effect my daily life in any way... 'cept maybe getting grouchier 'cause I'm all alone and everyone else has lives, so no one's online, but I get that now. Think I'm even doing a damn fine job of keeping it under wraps, too.

Faith is on bedrest until the kiddo is born, also... which just happens to be expected on the same weekend mom's going out of town. Joy of joys. I'm just going to have to get out there as soon as I can after Kaena's born and make apologies later.

Justin had an evaluation yesterday. He had been promoted at work (line leader), and policy apparently dictates that an evaluation is necessary before actually getting the raise. He aced it, I know he did. He's one of the most responsible, dedicated, and competent people in our little circle of friends when it comes to our jobs - top three definitely. Things between us, though, are still confusing the living hell out of me. My brain has exploded and part seems to be missing, so hopefully I can get that sorted out when I talk to him next... 'course, this is conditional on me not melting like jell-o on a hot day when I hear him pick up the phone... one does what one can do.

Oh, the reason you're hearing about my family and friends here is because the most exciting thing that's happened to me recently is that I bought new light bulbs. Only means that I may be able to get a halfway decent picture taken now, but meh, it happened.

Two last things before I go shove pictures away;
1.) I'm trying to tidy up my typing in chats. I have no reason not to capitalize the beginning of sentences and use mostly-proper punctuation (I'm addicted to "..."s, whatever they're called, I know).

2.) Do people even read all this? If it's too long I could just bullet point it, I'll just do the full version in notepad first... I just don't really see much of a point in writing it if no one's interested.

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16311168/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16311168/ Tue, 08 Jan 2008 05:17:10 PST
I missed Faithy's baby shower. Even though baby showers are not my thing, this pisses me off to no end. I could've dealt with it had it just been sudden car problems, but no, it wasn't just car problems - even though I did find out Thursday night that Billy needs his power steering flushed and his two front tires are bald. Essentially, it's because both my mom and sister work in retail and their money is not only what keeps this house running, but what is also financing this trip for the most part. I accept that I have no right to tell them what to do (or in this case, what not to do) with their money, but damn is it frustrating... even more so when they go out and blow half a paycheck and then whine later on that they can't do something else. Feels like they're actually asking to be slapped.

Grarg! Anyway.

I'm digging out my old cd cases for inspiration to do more fucking around in ArtRage (I'm not entirely convinced you can call what I do "digital painting" per-se). Why for dig out old cd cases, you ask? I had a lot of time on my hands when I was a teen, and a lot of empty cd cases lying around, and occasionally I'd buy nail polish. I came to realize that if I kept nail polish for too long it became thick and too hard to paint my nails with, and so one day just sitting around (and that little tidbit of information the farthest thing from my mind), I grabbed a bottle of my black and drew a triangle. What came out reminded me of a bunch of color splotches and a big red strawberry in one corner .... other people saw a demon .... and they say I'm the one with homicidal/arsonist insane tendencies. I'm not the one making a demon out of a strawberry. That one was lost in Wisconsin in '04, unfortunately... it was my favorite.

If anyone has any ideas for getting an image on a plastic cd case scanned into a computer (I have a problem with glare in photos, if anyone can help fix that) please share with the class? Pretty please? Jar of maraschino cherries in it for you .

I still have "Try the Priest" in my head, among other songs from Sweeny Todd... definitely want that on DVD.

I am off to wash my hair in my clogged shower (good thing it's not a stand shower thingy... my tub makes everything better). I hope everyone has at least one filthy, dirty hilarious thought that makes you laugh out loud at random today. Smiles all around .

Later.




Btw, what I'm watching; big lists of it HERE (and no, there's nothing of mine till I get a cam).

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16042522/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/16042522/ Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:54:09 PST
In other news; everyone should go see Sweeny Todd and laugh their butts off. My mom calls it "a strange movie"... but it contains my new favorite song, so yea.

And I am back. Since monday I've been embracing my geekish obsessions and voting like mad in the FUSE 2007 best band poll and the band I was voting for won yesterday by over two million votes. So ha... and I'm back to my normal thing, but with an extra dose of geekish till levels return to normal.

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15969647/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15969647/ Mon, 17 Dec 2007 07:19:03 PST you better fucking love it" (I am seriously not that disciplined), but it's things I think people will like. I'm posting 'em here (and sending 'em to the emails I have) on the 20th so that no one misses 'em or anything.

I do believe I am gonna spend the majority of my Christmas cash splitting the cost of the Lemony Snicket Series of Unfortunate Events boxed set with my sister... and probably getting the 30 Seconds to Mars cds (which, I didn't even really realize I wanted until a couple days ago. Oh, the joys of a new fandom).

Yea, other than all that crap... winter, being so dreadfully.... winter... has started to get me down - as if I don't have enough to ignore in order to be "happy". My mood will be fluxuating until about April, hitting a particular low around Valentines (which I will, once again, be spending alone... dammit). I will try my best not to take it out on anyone in the chatrooms.

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15856421/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15856421/ Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:09:15 PST
~ Each person posts ONE 1 word at a time. Yes, you can come back and post another word later, but that requires remembering that the game exists.
~ It doesn't even have to make sense! No topic, no plot, just whatever word you happen to want to post...
~ Add in punctuation where it seems necessary. If it seems like a sentence to you, it's a sentence. Can always be changed later

How, you ask? Copy & paste the words so far into a new post, and please bold your word (and only your word) seems to help people keep track... don't ask me how, I never figured it out either.

The goal? To have fun and see how far this can go.

To start:

The

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15629864/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15629864/ Fri, 23 Nov 2007 02:58:17 PST
I swear I posted that feature... coded right and everything... Mon/Tues...

So I'll do it again... just not as elaborate.

Dammit.

Anyway; these peoples rock 'cause they won the MLC Birthday Bash contests.

=La-Dolly-Vita
*Druology
~MindFreakII
=shadowed-light-waves
*StArBrItE2NiTe
=de-Mote
=2passions1love
=ahollowvoice
=stomachlinedinlace
=InvaderMar

And big thanks to our always lovely hostess,
=miseryunknown


Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15500518/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15500518/ Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:15:29 PST
There's something FUN going on this weekend...

#miseryLC Birthday Bash

Participation greatly encouraged; stop by and have a blast



(This has been an example of my crappy marketing... but at least I tried.)

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15358666/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/15358666/ Sun, 04 Nov 2007 08:52:56 PST
However, fortunately my sister brought a scanner/copier home from work, so while we're yelling at people for giving us a non-working disk I can scan the pictures I've been promising to post. Joy of joys.

Off I go.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14983232/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14983232/ Tue, 09 Oct 2007 09:59:41 PDT

Colored contacts coming soon... I'm leaning towards a shade of grey they call Moonlight...

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14878382/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14878382/ Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:15:54 PDT
I'll explain the process for the other couple of things here in reverse.

I cannot get irritated when being criticized. People act shocked as if I'm supposed to appreciate their snotty attitude and not retaliate with one of my own. This happens particularly when;
I cannot offer to be helpful. I offer quick, simple solutions to the immediate problem, which is apparently not good enough, as it leads to the criticism I mentioned above. Often if I do come up with a permanent convenient solution to an issue my ideas are dismissed... and then an hour later after people get through talking over all options they "come up" with my idea "all on their own"... and I get irritated.

I think my irritation is justified. Aside from the fact that I'm trying to shove aside my own personal problems to make their lives more convenient, I get criticized or ignored depending on the situation in which I'm trying to be helpful... and then when I need help I'm stuck with nothing.

My stuff is bad enough - what with my boyfriend leaving me 'cause he thinks I'm too good for him. and there being no way to convince him that he's just being a dumbass... and being stuck here when my friends (the ones I actually miss) are all in Wisconsin and Minnesota(sp?), - without having to deal with a family that doesn't want to embrace the concept of help, or that wants me to help them, but can't be bothered to find a way to help me.

Dammit.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14727940/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14727940/ Fri, 21 Sep 2007 12:14:12 PDT
Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14660754/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14660754/ Sun, 16 Sep 2007 14:01:09 PDT
I miss people... and being able to do what I want online...

And now personal shit is goin' on and I don't have a chatroom to sulk in...

Later,
Kristi

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14290922/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/14290922/ Wed, 22 Aug 2007 15:54:15 PDT
The wheel fell off the car. Not the hubcap, no flat tire for me, no, those would be too simple, no... we have to get the $800 OMFG THE WHEEL JUST FELL OFF problems. If it's interesting to anyone else, the front driver's side ball joint broke, causing damage to the axle, and the front passenger's side ball joint was bad, too. This is why I couldn't get to the library... and right after I'd started my friend's MessageBoard, too...

My life sucks... but at least I may be working at family video soon... that's sorta a good thing.

Bah, gotta go do the dead/live journal thing...

Later,
Kristi

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13766935/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13766935/ Tue, 17 Jul 2007 07:32:08 PDT
I shall return when I get the chance.

Later,
Kristi

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13479870/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13479870/ Mon, 25 Jun 2007 02:27:18 PDT :::glares evilly at MySpace:::.

Anyway, cheerful things since I'm still getting idiotic messages from ignorant people (I may shut off my anonymous comments tomorrow... depends on the poll results).

Let's see... Faithy's preggers! Which is a good thing 'cause she decided to be happy about it. Apparently I get to be its Godmother 'cause I'm responsible... what fun . See; this is why you create your family rather than putting up with whatever idiots genetics decide to stick you with.

Fixed Sweetheart's MySpace, too... now he's got a pretty car instead of nothing. Kinda proud of myself for finding the damn thing, but mostly I'm pretty sure he'll like it.

Talked to Josh recently... and then my long distance died. Figures, right? Meh, I'm gonna be emailing phone numbers soon enough. Happy thing is that he's doin' okay. Biggest topic of convo was that he has too many places to go and not enough gas in the car... wish I had that problem...

But yea I'm gonna sleep now... 'cause my eyes are arguing.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13426649/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13426649/ Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:42:29 PDT here if interested.

On, to more pointless wasting of Journal space!

I think my hair has officially become not-blonde naturally. Chances are people wouldn't be able to tell from a pic since there's still that light effect so that my roots look blonde sometimes, but when there's no light glare on it it just looks brown... I suspect I'll have my dad's hair by the time I'm 30, which is why I want to dye it but my boyfriend will throw a fit. My Evil Backup Plan is to just let it grow out till it decides which color it wants to be, but the Master Plan would be to just dye it black like I'm pretty sure it's going to turn out to be... which reminds me, I should find a good picture of my dad someplace for my scraps...

I've got too many projects goin' on and not enough life.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13363879/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13363879/ Sat, 16 Jun 2007 02:15:37 PDT
What prompted this? Long story, I hope you have time. It all started in when Cassie emailed me and told me that she was making her journal Friends only - and that we (who were on her Friends List) should do the same because Kathy had been reading the journals and complaining to her about what was written. I refused to make my journal unavailable to the public because - simply put - I do not write my journals exclusively for anyone else or their mindsets. (I write for my own gratification because those who read my journals are doing so by choice.) In response to the "hide your journals; the bitch is coming" email (which was put far more politely), I posted a response on my journal stating perhaps a bit rudely {I don't remember anymore, you can look for yourselves here} that what she reads is her choice and I have no obligation to change what I say or how I say it just because one nosy bitch doesn't like it. I expanded on this point in a few days later when my mother made a passing comment that she was being harassed about my journal as well.

I received "orders" in late '06 to play nice until after the wedding. So I did (mostly, I think I slipped up a few times). By the wedding I wanted so badly for this woman to cease to exist, I wrote a critique of the entire thing that night rather than waiting a week or so (let it be pointed out that I wrote the critique because I saw serious errors in the entire planning process, not just to piss this bitch off) - which she cried about endlessly, sparking a reaction from me of "boo-fucking-hoo". Honestly she should've just handed over the decision-making to my sister, but she's too controlling for that, so in response to her whining I banged out a brief "I don't like you, my prerogative, I'm even allowed to say so, go away" reply, since I was no longer under orders to remain friendly. I think most people would've taken the hint and stopped reading my journals (other things tended to irritate her, too), but then, that would've made sense.

Which brings us to right about now. I wrote a detailed reason on why I would not attend the baby shower Kathy is throwing my sister on a site my sister did not even have direct access to (she had no handy link & it wasn't bookmarked) and probably no knowledge of. (You get the easy route.)Kathy, apparently, took the time and effort to track this site down and proceed to throw a fit. <---- This is where I get royally FED UP, and here we are.

Cassie wants to take her ball-less husband and his family into consideration before the family she was born with? Fine. She can be their family; not mine. I have no sister who will bitch at me for holding an opinion before she would tell her husband's family that it's none of her business - or if that doesn't work to just shut up and deal. My sister was not spineless.

Mike will eventually choose his mother over his wife (and quite possibly his daughter) with or without me around. He's proven incapable of even trying to recapture his balls from his mother's purse already, why Cassie ever got serious with a guy so obviously born to live with his mother, under her thumb forever is completely beyond me.

Kathy, though... what can I say that hasn't already been said? She's a control freak who more than likely sees Cassie as the pathetic little piece of white trash that's now hers to control 'cause she came in and diverted the attentions of one her her precious mindless drones. She wants to whine that I don't like her for being a manipulative two-faced piece of shit, that's her business, say whatever she wants I'm not gonna change my opinion just 'cause she delivers a threat. She's been too cowardly to simply email me and try discussing my thoughts with me from the start (a method which I call "The Intelligent Approach"), so why should I bother taking the bitch seriously? She can fuck off and die like the rest of 'em.

My sister deserves better than both of them, and I pity the child she's about to have.

For now, as far as I'm concerned; Good riddance to bad rubbish.


Previously:
"My great uncle Ignorant Judgmental Wretch started... ]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13348604/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13348604/ Thu, 14 Jun 2007 21:32:26 PDT his religion). So I started playing a burned Marilyn Manson CD comprised mostly of songs from "Anti-Christ Superstar" and my mom started listening to Green Day's "American Idiot" and I went to sleep. When I woke up I started thinking about how nice it would be if I had a CD full of songs like Irresponsible Hate Anthem to piss off people like my jackass of an uncle.

So your mission, should you choose to accept it: find me songs to fit an Anti-Zealot based CD. I'll take anti-Christian, anti-Authority, freak nation anthems, whatever. Only thing I won't take is rap, hip hop, or r&b unless ya wanna be beat with the disk it came off of. I like my rock in all its forms.

I have Manson's "Irresponsible Hate Anthem" and "Anti-Christ Superstar" (probably among others, but that's all I can think of for now).

Also; please help me name the stupid thing... I'm thinking of going with Irreverent/Irreverence, but if I get no suggestions I'll just hit the dictionary.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13324726/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13324726/ Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:23:04 PDT Prior Bad Acts. I'm gonna try to type this as calmly as possible.

My sister is having a little girl who is due at the end of July or early August. Her mother-in-law (Kathy) is choosing now to throw her a baby shower. Seem suspicious to anyone else? Not me. I found out about the shower when my sister called for our mailing address and to gripe that Kathy had gone and bought everything on the baby registry, leaving nothing for anyone else to buy for the baby.

Therefore; I will not be going. "But it's your first niece! Your sister will miss you if you don't go to the baby shower! You're a horrible sister for not going!" Says you? Nope, says I, and ya wanna know why? Because all this is to me is an attempt to rub in our faces the fact that she has money to burn and we don't. "Attempt" as in failed because 1.) she doesn't have money to burn, she's just blowing cash on crap instead of doing things she needs to do, like buying a car or paying bills, and 2.) we don't care how much money she has because money doesn't make a better person. She's a horrible human being, (two-faced bitch is more like it, but I don't wanna go off on that again.) I don't want to sit around and waste an afternoon watching people go "oooh, look how much stuff Kathy bought for the baby", its the same thing she did with the wedding shower... not to mention the wedding (oh, gods, don't make me recap the wedding again). A baby shower is supposed to be about the Mommy-to-Be and the Baby, not the gifts, not who's buying the gifts, and Kathy just doesn't get this concept. She's throwing the shower, so I'm not going. If it were one of (my sister) Cassie's buddies throwing the thing I'd go just 'cause.

If they pester me... why would they want me there anyway? I'd be all pissy and "I don't wanna be here" the entire time. I'm not exactly a friendly ray of sunshine to begin with - and I hate crowds of annoying people as well as party games (which annoying people seem magnetized to). I've been led to believe that parties are supposed to be occasions to enjoy... of course, I've also been led to believe people concentrate the event on whatever inspired the celebration and that, in Kathy's family, is evidently wrong... but either way, I don't see a reason to go and sit there annoyed the entire time. That's bad vibes... as well as bad manners.

Okay, that got a bit repetitive and yammery. I'm trying to say that I'm not going to give this brainless wonder any more opportunity to poof up her self-esteem by going places after being invited simply so that she can look down on someone for a reason which is completely errant.

Bah... more insights into my weird mind later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13221449/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13221449/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 21:51:39 PDT
We just got a new shower head 'cause we couldn't get the old one clean, and supposedly the water filter's coming tomorrow. I really, really, really really really really miss clean water. It'll be a nice change to shower in water that's not grayish brown.

I say this money thing is bad because so far this month I've got:
$30 in clothes, "Son of a Witch" by Greg Maguire, seen PotC3 (which was totally worth it - although we did find a cheap-ass theater), ate out at least 3 times... it doesn't sound like a lot, but considering what life had been like for the year before this, it's enough.

Blech... I wanna go home now...

Later,
K

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13184179/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/13184179/ Sat, 02 Jun 2007 01:52:05 PDT
My birthday was... uneventful, really. I got pork roast and cake with black candles... a picture of which will be up soon (probably scraps). Few days later I got my teensy-tiny birthday check and a pair of cheapo earrings - which are still pretty and black & silver. Today I got my pretty bracelet, 'tis something silvery with clear-ish and red stones... me likey 'cause it's sparkly with a bit of red.

Other than that... I'm in Michigan still, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, melting, with scuzzy filthy water so that I can't even shower to cool down (till the filter gets here, hopefully that'll be Monday at latest).

::::wanders off to murder more mosquitoes::::

Later

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12833568/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12833568/ Thu, 03 May 2007 21:20:12 PDT is what he said last time. So, 'cause I'm so fucking frustrated I told my mommy and she's gonna see what she can do about getting the damn apartment herself.

Waiting is not my thing... so thank the gods for alcohol.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12725666/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12725666/ Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:29:53 PDT
Saturday we moved to Oscoda. I hate Oscoda. Talk about the middle of freakin' nowhere being bad enough, but then ya throw in the Ancient Ultra-Religious Pain who thinks Meat is unnatural and the Book of Mormon is true and it's pure hell... I should go outside, take a picture and label it "My Own Personal Hell".

But then I got breakfast and a haircut - a trim, really, - and the city wasn't so bad anymore. It's still the middle of nowhere, and my Great Uncle still bothers me, but I can deal.

Three weeks after 4/16 means the first weekend in May... so whatever date that is, that's the current assumption for when I'm going back to Wisconsin.... and Gods help Justin if I have to stay here through my birthday. Last year was bad enough (spending it alone, trying to find Justin... failing till it was almost over,) I don't need it exaggerated (having him in another state for my birthday, surrounded by people I don't really wanna be around).

So to all the sucky things in my life right now I say this with a smile: Fuck you.

Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12600240/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12600240/ Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:08:52 PDT
Then comes the fun part. Mom comes to me and tells me we're outta here by May 'cause Great Aunt Sandie can't afford to have us here. Reason she comes to me is 'cause I'm the one supposed to come up with solutions, which has always been... as if I don't have my own shit to get straight :rolleyes:. So I came up with a plan where as a last resort she and Katie come with me and we live together until she gets on her feet... I also do a few searches for low-rent housing. Fortunately, the low-rent housing turns up a few slots, and Sweetheart isn't going to gripe about having my mom and sister with us for a while.

The reason I keep telling you people who barely know me and probably don't wanna hear all this crap goin' on in my life is because;
It's goin' on in my life and I gotta get it out somehow.
This is a relatively public forum, so one must figure that if more people see your situation (good or bad) in detail, you're more likely to get a response or advice than if you just sat at home and bitched at your mom (or whoever). The fact that this logic has not panned out in the past doesn't mean much. Just that I'm insane.

I'm going to go stare at my ceiling now... pretend to fall asleep, maybe get up and play on PS1... who knows. One of these days I might just take a page outta deathtosanity's book and put all the weird people I have made friends with on display... but there's always tomorrow.

Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12395687/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12395687/ Fri, 30 Mar 2007 23:09:26 PDT
My boyfriend's buying a car rather than an apartment. Means I'll probably be home sometime in June instead of next week. I get to sulk 'cause not only does this mean I got to spend Valentine's alone (which I could deal with), but I get to spend our first anniversery alone, too... which pisses me off to no end only because I went and got my stupid useless hopes up that I'd be back at least sometime this month. Seems like I'll never learn not to do that.

My little newlywed sister is having a girl... which I think I already knew, but she just told my mom today. Her husband still does not have custody of his balls, though, as evidinced by the fact that his mom (who could afford her own car) has not given him back his car, and they're still running my mom's into the dirt.

There's complaining/ranting/whatever over on my deadjournal for further details.

Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12357489/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12357489/ Wed, 28 Mar 2007 00:51:30 PDT ::::goes to look for a raspberry-blowing smilie::::

Anyway.... the thing I'm waiting on is my boyfriend (still). I call him sometime two weeks ago and he tells me that I might be home within the next two weeks, and that it isn't that much of a stretch 'cause all he's gotta do is get hold of this one babe who just took over the apartment building. Simple enough till we discover she was never taught the days of the week (seems she told my Sweetheart that she'd be around Thurs., and then decided she ment Sat. instead). Gggrrrrrrrr... I wanna go home!

So, there shall be no new images for a while... I think... unless I wind up stuck here until the fourteenth. Then I'll get pissed off and make something, but I'm mostly hoping that doesn't happen 'cause I miss my Sweetheart.

Later,
Krys'


(I don't make it, I just look and go "oooo, sparkly", just to be clear.)

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12227006/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12227006/ Sun, 18 Mar 2007 01:37:13 PDT
In my head that knife looks so much better.... now, to get that to translate over to paint - possibly the worst art programmy thingy ever. As it stands, I'm happy with the hilt... and the bottom part of the blade... it's the rest of it I'm not entirely satisfied with; I was going for a flame look... don't know what I got.

Anyway... That was pretty much my entire point. I'm happy with myself that I finished something more than 100x100 pixels.

I'll go back to being bored now.

Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12200701/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12200701/ Thu, 15 Mar 2007 23:34:24 PDT
"Okay. So. Got that idiotic thing straigtened out with my sister's fiancee's mother. Go me... even pretty sure I won. Bah, doesn't matter. My sister's not being pestered because of things I said whenever... way back when... (and was well within my rights to say to begin with,) anymore and the entire deal has been filed away under "irrelivant situations". Only reason I say I think I won is because I think I might've gotten the message across that I don't care what the morons of the world think of the things I say, they've still got no right to yell about it to people I care about that can't do anything for 'em. Yea, the First Amendment rocks. That's why I feel the need to essay, (I don't think I've essay-ed or ranted on this subject before... I should check).

People who know me know me as notoriously, chronically shy, so the concept of me posting a journal online - where people could be reading every word I type and developing their own opinions and somehow using me as an example based on how I seem to act without my knowing what it is they're thinking and doing and saying - without wigging out every three seconds might seem a bit strange... propably seems down right unlikely, actually. Fact of the matter is, no one has a say in what I choose to post here because if you choose to poke your nose around here you are probably intelligent enough to understand that the things you read here ("here" being online journals in general, not just mine,) are people's private thoughts. Well, that or you just don't care that much and don't take half of this seriously anyway. Therefore the concept of not being bothered by what people think or say about your private thoughts must appeal to those who choose to make their thoughts and writings availible for public consumption. Of course, I would be bothered by that concept, except it returns to the point of no one can do anything about what I say here because no one can do anything about what and how I think. My thoughts and opinions are my own, if you don't like 'em; tough, don't read 'em. Problems occur when nosey people mistakenly take things too seriously or personally and attempt to correct the thinker. I don't particularly like people who feel the need to tell me constantly that a situation isn't that bad, or that my opinion is wrong. My opinions and perception are both relitive, and while I might be willing to sit and listen to your own relitive opinion reguarding mine, it rarely makes any difference to what I think.

It's as simple as that, really, and the only reason this situation occurred at all is because I was given the idea (correct or not, its irrelivant now,) that my family was being punished for things they can't do anything about and never had a hand in to begin with. Yes, my mother raised me, but I disagree with her opinions as often as I agree with her. Same goes for my sisters. Complaining to someone else about what one person says is, to me, morally repulsive (falls under the catagories of "gossip" and "slander" in my mind), not to mention pointless. What, exactly, is it that my mother, father, sisters, brothers, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, or whoever else people complain to about me are supposed to do about my thoughts, anyway? My friends and family and I have already discussed my opinions, thoughts, and feelings thoroughly countless times in the past and - though they may not agree with me, - people have come to terms with the fact that my mother has succeeded in doing what probably 96% of the parents in the United States have completely and utterly failed to do: raise a child with an actual, functional, unique BRAIN - and she didn't just do it once, but THREE times! No wonder I get the urge to beat someone every time they call my mother a "bad mother" or critisize the way my sisters or I act based on what we were taught! Granted, I'm not the most peaceful person, sometimes not the most intelligent person in the room, either (depends on the room), but at least I'm my own person capable of doing whatever I please - and developing whatever opinion I choose to.

My entire philosophy is based on the thought that if you have a reason to disagree with me, good for you. You might actually be an individual worth my time arguing with. If you have a problem with how I express my opinion, however, you better have a really good reason for it. If there had been any reason - logical or otherwise - for my sister's fiancee's mother to complain about how I... ]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12112270/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12112270/ Thu, 08 Mar 2007 22:24:40 PST
My Sweetheart has been looking at apartments... which means I might be able to go home by April... WHOO HOO, what an anniversary present that would be! Guess he's getting as impatient as I am... though that's not always a good thing... it was my impatience alone that Screwed Us Over Royally in November. Oh well, live and hope that this time goes better...

Oh, and I hate my sister's in-laws. They now have their panties in a bunch just 'cause I don't like Kathy :rolleyes:.

For those of you not familiar with our little Dramady here, lemme fill you in on my part: I decided when I was eightteen to go do something productive, so I went and met this guy in another state I'd been chatting with on the internet and turned out to get along better with his Gothic Roommates than with him (bright move, right? I know.) Then about three months later I was accepted into a Boarding School for Failures which offered Trade Education and an opportunity to get a GED/HS Diploma (oh, yea, I was homeschooled for four years). This was a Special kind of hell called Job Corps that ended rather badly (the Center Director decided to exit me early, so about two months after that my complaining had got to her superiors who asked for her resignation). During this program I had met a very nice guy who I started dating, that unfortunately soon after we got exited decided to go into the Army. A few months after that, I was in the same "I gotta start making some effort in my life" place I had been a year ago, so when I was asked to go back into Job Corps I agreed only if I could go to another center out of state. I went to Blackwell Job Corps (which is in Wisconsin. I had been in Grand Rapids Michigan before). There I broke up with my previous boyfriend (whom I had been calling Darling Boyfriend... 'cause I could), and met my Current Sweetheart... but they had nothing for me to do Trade-wise there, so I discovered a new career path when they decided that I'd been doodling on Paint for long enough and sent me to the local library to help out (I LOVED that), but the residential situation started to wear on me around September, so by November I had thrown a fit and called my Darling, Forever Beloved, Bestest Mommy in the Whole Multiverse to come get me and my boyfriend and take us to his dad's house. That would've been all well and good, except for the fact that Sweetheart didn't officially complete the program on paper due to the fact that there's no carpentry work in the middle of November and all he needed was proof of employment to get the $1200 we were counting on.... and all I could do is go "oops". For two months we lived in his dad's house, did most of the chores (seriously, all this guy had to do most of the time was his laundry - and there were horses to consider,) until I got up one day and Sweetheart tells me "my dad kicked us out, I'm sending you to your mom". Which opens another can of worms when you consider my mom's been out of work unintentionally for about three years now and that "Minutely Better" entry was the point where she now has a possibility of keeping a roof over hers and my sister's heads.

So there, you're caught up... and that's just the short version. It just felt weird posting the story from the middle... I used to be a writer.

Later.

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12060420/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/12060420/ Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:24:57 PST not to do for my wedding, so I decided to publish it on my journals... Just in case anyone else is thinking of using these things or doing something simular to my sister.

::::::::::

(My sister dictated terms of the Bachelor Party; "No Strippers".)
He can do whatever the hell he wants at his Bachelor Party. It is his, and if anything really bad comes of it, that just tells me I shouldn't be marrying him. Limit is that of the law. Drugs, prostitutes, murder, that sort of thing, all out of the question. Notice how "watching naked girls" and "getting drunk off your ass" with friends isn't included? That's for a reason. The man I plan to marry I trust unequivically... though it should be noted that by the same logic I can also do whatever I want for my Bachelorette Party.

(My sister included shawls as an accessory with the bridesmaids dresses.)
Accessories should be useful. Get purses, a nice clutch, maybe... not a useless piece of fabric which only exists to get stained, left behind, or ruined another way.

(My sister was unprepared after subtle indication of their existance to return "surprises" which disturbed her.)
No plans will be made without my consent. If something gets planned and paid for as a surprise for one or the other, as soon as said "surprise" has arrived, if not formerly approved as an idea (i.e. "what if I got you guys a fountain" or "what if we got some form of entertainment other than the D.J.") it will be sent back with or without a full refund available. Person, item, whatever... I don't care. If it involves the way my Ceremony/Reception proceeds, and hasn't been given previous approval, it is unacceptable. You want to get me a gift; check the registry like a normal, acceptable presence in my life.

(My sister decided to pick a more pointless topic to make a fuss about, rather than taking all factors involving travel into account when choosing her locations.)
My locations will be conveniant for my wedding party first and foremost. There will be none of this hour to get my mother to the chapel, hour and fifteen to get his father to the reception hall. All locations will be hand picked for their physical location and travel time in relation to the actual Wedding Party... not the guests.

(My sister had a little boy who could not bear to be parted from his mother for the length of ten minutes as her ring bearer.)
There will be no little kids in my wedding party. The only exception will be Jordan and that's only because he's Justin's little brother. Cousins, cousin's children, or random children of people we work with will have to display an ability to listen to direction and stay on task without getting exceptionally emotional. Crying is one thing, a brain freeze is one thing.... running to mommy wailing is another. Any kid under 10 will need to audition first only to see if they can actually perform the task without freaking.

(My sister decided that she and her husband couldn't possibly decide something even as simple as whether or not they wanted to hold hands - that's how scripted, - so they dealt with the chapel coordinator.)
Coordinators are evil. Rules are simple; torpedo (walk fast without pauses for photo ops) down my aisle and you will be demoted to the kiddie table. You cause me unnecessary stress and you will be demoted to the kiddie table. There is no law that says my Wedding Party is final, and since my future husband has control over every other important aspect of our lives from there on out I get the wedding.

(Two words; Unity Candle.)
No fire. No good can come of it while we're under that much stress. Plus it's corny.

(My sister let her mother-in-law help plan... unfortunately, her mother-in-law has no taste whatsoever.)
You wanna help me plan? Fine. Here's what I'm planning. I will hear suggestions, and if they have any merit by my method of thinking they may be accepted, but most likely they will be dismissed. This is not because I do not like you. You may be my friend... hell, you may be my fiancee... but I know how I would like my wedding to go, and I want it as close as possible with alterations to suit the groom within reason. Already married people trying to interfere in my wedding plans are welcome to make their own plans and renew their vows instead, otherwise are encouraged to make plans for their own weddings for the future.

**********

I'm sure this will be edited t... ]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11955943/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11955943/ Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:40:35 PST
Gotta call my boyfriend today.. gotta hide from my great aunt's kid's birthday party... Today's gonna suck... and my sister gets married Saturday.. so umm "whoo"?

::::sits in her dark corner and dreads her sister's wedding reception::::

Later,
Krys'

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11955626/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11955626/ Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:52:34 PST
1.) I'm not putting up with a lot of obsinities flying around like paper airplanes (although the paper airplanes are okay). If I get fed up with your foul language; you are out.

2.) Sex chat is not going to be tolerated. You wanna cyber or find someone to cyber with? Do it elsewhere. Attempts at Solicitation will result in an immediate ban.

3.) I'm operating on a simple Three Strike Rule. I Warn you Three times, then you're Kicked. I'll Kick you Three times, then you're Banned for 1 - 5 hours. I Ban you Three times, you're gone for good.

4.) Last, and most importantly... until I get some reliable mods; things go by what I deem reasonable. Bummer, ain't it?

Okay, so the rules are fairly simple... although not all the explinations are. Stay tuned for updates and have fun.

Later,
Krys'

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11927790/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11927790/ Thu, 22 Feb 2007 21:13:14 PST
Anyway, I'm getting slightly happy around here. I haven't been a member for a full week and already I've gotten more pageviews than my messageboard for my site in something like three years. I'm working on more little bitty picture symbol thingies.. thinking of maybe just blowing the ones I have up so that they're big enough to be used as, like, wallpapers, or something.

Oh, not sure, but I thought it's worth mentioning that my Avatars are meant for, like, Live/DeadJournal, Messageboard use... making 'em all half the size isn't nearly as fun... or time consuming.

Perhaps later I'll download something better than friggin' Paint...

Later,
Krys'

]]> ~Krysannia521 http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11888993/ http://Krysannia521.deviantart.com/journal/11888993/ Mon, 19 Feb 2007 23:18:28 PST here.

So here's tonight:

I am so sick and tired of complaining to other people... I am exausted with whining... and I am fed up with being unable to do a single thing to improve my life. I try to make plans so that I can improve my situation, and they fail. I make repeated efforts to improve my life, and they fail.

I don't know what to do anymore!! I tried making things happen for myself. I tried sitting back and waiting, being positive. I cannot do a damn thing without a car, I cannot get a car without a sizable amount of cash, and I cannot get a sizeable amount of cash without a job... which requires reliable transportation that I don't have... and soon I may not even have a fucking roof over my head. I hate my life... I feel like I've been bashing my head against a brick wall. My boyfriend's the only good thing that's happened to me in the past year or so, the only thing that hasn't been a complete waste of my time, and now I can't have him... I can't even leave to where I might actually have help.

I don't even know why I bother telling anyone what I think... how I feel... it's not like anyone can do anything about it... can help me...

Fuck it. Tomorrow I'll probably look back and get annoyed with myself for even posting...

Later,
Krys'

P.S.; it's pronounced kris... no getting twitchy on me, no emo jokes.

]]> ~Krysannia521