Filed under: This Is Pointless | Tags: A Beautiful Mess, Billy Boy On Poison, blogs, bonbons, Clifford, clothes, Dr. Katrina the Hostess, Elsie Flannigan, events, future, Katelin, Lit. Club, music, new boots, On My Way, photography, possibilities, Saybella, school, senior year, squid dress, The Chocolate Ball, vans, work
In no particular order:
1. Kate’s homemade bonbons
My super swell friend Kate (the tree climber, if you happen to look at my photography) made the most delicious chocolate wonders for The Chocolate Ball, a dance we had to support Lit. Club. They had sprinkles. And they were chocolate. Win? YES. Here’s some Chocolate Ball fun:
photo one: Pat and Erin
photo two: Morgan and Kate
2. A Beautiful Mess
As in the art inspiration blog of Elsie Flannigan. Check it out! She’s one of the raddest chicks ever, and if I could have anyone’s life, it’d be hers. As in I’d want to be like her. Not that I would want to take her life as in kill her. That would be terrible D: Anyway, she comes up with all these nifty little crafts alllll the time, finds the cutest things everywhere, the best music, the best art, and is just oozing creativity in every post. Here’s Elsie, from a picture she has on her Flickr:
3. Cliff’s van, Dr. Katrina the Hostess
Who likes cruising? Dacoda with Clifford and Katrina!
4. Cleaning my room
I don’t have any pictures for this, but I do love how clean and homey it’s becoming :3
5. Billy Boy On Poison, Saybella, and The Virgins
I’m sure you’ve heard of The Virgins. So nevermind them (but still <3), Billy Boy On Poison was recently one of the Singles of the Week on iTunes with their song "On My Way" and apparently on Gossip Girl once, but I don't watch that show so I wouldn't know. And Saybella is a recording artist out of Portland, Oregon. Check them both out: Billy Boy On Poison; Saybella
6. Thursdays
Both classes I have end in ‘-ology,’ so of course it’s a good day. Mythology and Psychology? Fuck yeah. I get to sleep in and I go home at lunch and not have to come back. I never work on Thursdays either. Thursdays are my little slice of heaven (:
7. The squid dress I’m designing
Yeah, this sketch is nowhere near completion. Just you wait. And when I become a sewing master, it shall be made (:
8. My new boots
I chose new boots over gas. I totally think it was worth it. I may have to live like I’m poor while my bank account recovers, but at least I’ll be living poor in my new boots.
9. My plan for the last day of my senior year
It’s pretty simple. Creep out a shit ton of people, cos I’ll never see them again!
10. Realizing the widespread possibilities for my future
I could be a forensic psychologist, a coffee shop owner, a coroner, a taxidermist, a photographer, a writer, an interior designer, a small shop owner, or like a doctor. I doubt it. But maybe. But no.
Or I could be a hobo and live in a box. But I bet I’ll be a happy hobo.
Keep it real!
Dacoda.
Filed under: Day To Day Shit | Tags: caffeine, crafts, knitting, life, movies, photography, school, sci-fi, snow, television, work
I’ve been
1. Working
This little oatmeal cookie dude met his untimely death one day ):
2. Knitting
Picture found here. As awesome as little sushi would be to knit, I’m working on iPod cases for a Lit. Club fundraiser. I’m coming up with ideas for Christmas ornaments, and I’m thinking some sugar cookies could roll in some sweet, sweet cash.
3. Going to school
… and watching awesome movies.
And more importantly, learning why being stripped of your citizenship is the worst possible punishment for a crime.
4. Enjoying caramel macchiato on the daily
mmmmmmm :3 source
5. Watching Hostel, or rather, I watched Hostel. I was making the ‘I have been…” sentence structure work.
There was gruesomeness, but I was expecting so much worse. The optic nerve goop was nausea-inducing though, blechhhh.
I’m watching the hangover myth on MythBusters right now, oh lolz
Oh, and I played in the snow today:
photo= mine
AdultSwim in 10 minutes, hurrah!
Dacoda.
Filed under: Day To Day Shit | Tags: fall, Round-Up, school, sims, Spokane, work
I’m getting so future-crazy. I’m improving myself and my situation and needs in order to be able to move after graduation in June. I’m keeping up on homework, sleeping an appropriate amount each night, working and SAVING the money I earn, and I’m applying for scholarships and looking into community colleges in Spokane. Yeah son, I’ve got me a plan.
I’m really excited about fall. Yesterday at work I was taking out the garbage and it was all sunny and cool outside and it made me smile and forget that I was weighed down by several pounds of sandwich waste.
I really don’t have much to say.
I feel like writing a book.
My laptop is falling apart.
Sims is quickly becoming part of my daily routine once again.
My room is almost done.
And I managed to survive Round-Up without brutally murdering anyone.
Success? Indeed.
Stay classy,
Dacoda.
And as much as I hate the management there, I honestly do enjoy working a good amount of the time. It’s basically unanimous that I’m the craziest person there. Most new employees are scared of me for a while and never know how to respond to me. And then once I’ve got you at ease, I’ll do something to put you back at square one in your Dacoda Comfort Zone.
The other day, a coworker of mine, who’s worked there longer than I have and who took about a year to finally warm up to me, was chopping bell peppers and humming to herself. I snuck up behind her, snaked my arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Are you a dirty girl?” in my best old creeper man voice. Every muscle in her body tightened in less than a 1/100th of a second. She whips around and looks at me all wtf-like, and I smile at her. Like this:
And then I walked away, with her looking at me for an explanation. She never got one. I don’t really have one |:
Things like that always seem good at the time. Actually, I’m not even sure I think about it before I do it.
I asked my boss for a raise today. I figured that two years of working there without a hitch should give me justification to ask to make more than minimum wage.
I don’t talk to my boss. Ever. She probably thinks I hate her, I don’t really. She tries to talk to me, but I really am terribly awkward with people. I killed a fly last time we spoke. With my hand. While it was in the air. It was like 8:00 a.m., I’d just rolled out of bed a half hour before, and she was telling me morning stuff that still needed to be done. While she’s talking, a fly is buzzing around our heads. Like an impulse reaction, I reach my arm up and close my hand around the fly, bring it back down, and hold out my palm. With a dead fly in it. I probably couldn’t do it again if I tried. I was proud. Her eyes were huge. And that’s honestly the most one on one interaction I’ve ever had with her.
Anyways, I asked for a raise. I’ve been working the guts up to ask for months now. And I finally did it. She smiled politely and said “Okay” … Not yes. Or no. Just okay. I have no idea what this means /:
Oh, and bytheway, I wish I were Hannibal Lecter :3
