It's been almost two years since my last journal entry here, and I apologize for my absence. A lot of things are to blame, foremost being my mother's canceling our internet connection not long after that entry, and it having been sketchy for most the time since. I have also been busy, and working through a lot of upheaval (good and bad.) There ( Read more... )

Despite my requesting the dates for Badon Hill off more than two months ago, Jo-Ann had me scheduled to work, and since Bev couldn't do anything I had to call Christy this morning and get that settled. She said just write myself off, but when I did that for the last day I called off (which they still had me scheduled for) I got a call asking why I ( Read more... )

If people are going to keep making exorcism movies, then they must be expected to accomplish something new with them, something that adds to the genre. Not that I even watch these movies, but I'm just so tired of this whole girl-on-ceiling-in-nightgown trope that I could gag ( Read more... )

I am nearing the end of Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box.

I'm hugely eager to continue, as I have looked forward to meeting Anton forever, but at the same time I keep putting it off because I have this feeling the ending is going to break my heart.

Keep seeing the Scott Pilgrim trailer everywhere lately. It looks like it could be really good... or totally lame. Why is so much of life like that?

Also, who needs twitter when you can write these mini LJ entries?

Yesterday my brothers and I decided we should have themed movie nights, where we dress, act and eat according to the theme of the movie. (i. e. Tricorns and "ARRRS!" for Pirates of the Carribean) So, tonight we donned suits, fedoras/driving caps and airsoft guns and settled down in the living room to talk in phoney gangster accents and watch ( Read more... )

So far the highlights of this last week include:

Finding a pair of huge pearl drop earrings at Forever 21. I've been wanting a pair forever, inspired by the lovely pearls dangling from the ears of 17th century ladies, and now they are mine!

Going to McDonalds on Wednesday for a quick lunch and being waited on by a rather lovely-looking guy. I'm never ( Read more... )

Well, today I have finally finished the poem I mentioned earlier, the one I hadn't been able to finish, but even incomplete I thought might be my best work. I started it months ago and wrote four stanzas of it before I found that I had run out of steam, and didn't know how to finish (I say finish, but really I didn't know how to begin. I started ( Read more... )

Guess who just got this in their inbox: 
     Dear Olivia Varney,

Thank you for your submission to the Cornfield Review. We enjoyed your poems, "I am Egypt," "Little Star," and "In the Hand of Darkness," and are excited to tell you that they have been chosen for publication in our print edition. In addition, your art "Portrait of a Sunflower"  ( Read more... )

I have been monumentally depressed the last few days. I mean so depressed that the thought of going to work nearly brings me to tears, and even if the prospect is half a week away it will loom like a dark cloud over everything. It was really distressing me. I couldn't shake it, and didn't know why I felt so terrible, or if it would ever go away ( Read more... )