Just sitting here trying to think of something to draw.. and wondering just how close those fires are to me. Seeing half a mountain engulfed in flame is pretty intimidating. Hanging out at MWFF seems like a much better time than watching ash fall from the sky.
In an effort to increase my mii population, it would be cool to have your wii number. yes, you!
1139 0877 5168 3909
Besides that? not a whole lot. I've been working almost constantly for five months. oh, and last weekend I tried to camp in the freezing rain on top of a mountain. Even though it was pouring the rangers still wouldn't let us attempt to light a fire. being cold and wet tends to suck the fun out of people, so we called it early.
I've been looking for this movie for most of my life. I had vague memories of parts of this film, and no one that I decribed it to had seen it. I even started to think that I had just dreamt it all... A rather disturbing animation really. After more than two decades of shadowy images in my head I was surprised at how familiar it seemed as I watched it again.
- 12 hour road trip! woo! seriously! They're fun. - Laugh and point at sea lions. Give cutest ones names. - Watch some egg/chicken jugglers. - 007 - Awesome hang out time with friends. - 12 hour drive home. less fun.
so I'm finally all moved into my new place. It's a really good feeling knowing I'm back on my own. I've got a shiney new bank account and a bed. now all I need is a job... There are tons of local business around here so I'm sure I'll find something. The top choices at the moment are a comic book store and an art supplies store, both of which are within walking distance. I was going to babble on some more about stuff but I think it'd be boring. quite unlike this documentary! Tetris - From Russia With Love
I was getting everything packed for yet another cross-country move, which seems to be what I do now, and everything was going swell. I’ve been renting a storage unit just down the road from where I’ve been staying and I went over there tonight to pack a couple more things into my car before I leave tomorrow. The idea being that I’ll ship my huge stuff (washer/dryer etc..) later.
It was probably a little late to drop the F-bomb as loud as I did when I saw that someone had cut the lock off my storage unit and rifled through all my shit. So yeah. I was robbed. But the strange thing about this robbery is the lack of actual theft… the only thing that I could think of that was missing was my tv. And it was kind of a shitty tv so I don’t really care too much about that… the fuckhead(s) sure did take their time looking though every single box I had in there though. I’m sure weeks from now I’ll realize other things that were taken.
With my total lack of crime scene investigation knowledge, this strikes me as a little odd that a shitty TV was apparently the only thing stolen. I mean, my huge computer monitor was in there too. As well as lots of software, comic books, some CDs, my bike. C’mon thieves LOVE swiping bikes. It’s like candy to them. Why would someone spend so much time searching through my stuff if they only end up taking my tv? Maybe they were looking for personal info or something… Or maybe they were planning on coming back… *shrug*
Funny thing, they seemed more than a little interested in the box of furry art that I had in there. They looked through my sketchbook, rearranging the loose pages, flipped through my folder with Bob Drake’s work in it, and when they were done they set them nice and neat on a table in there without taking or ruining a single drawing. So now all I can think about is some jerk masturbating to furry porn in my storage unit…
Today was a mixed bag. Started out pretty crappy with me having to buy two near rear tires on my car. Somehow in the process they managed to lose the spare tire I had on there, so in the end I got three tires for the price of two. I’ll call that breaking even I guess…
They took their sweet time swapping out the tires though, which caused me to be late for my eye exam. I walked in and immediately noticed that the doctor was pissed. Now, I generally don’t mind people getting upset at me for things beyond my control, I just shrug and move on, but having someone mad at me who’ll be poking at my eyeballs makes me a tad nervous. So after apologizing several times and explaining why I was late he chilled out enough for me to get in the chair. He hurried through the exam, squirted yellow crap in my eyes that made it look like I got hit in the face with a paintball, said I needed new contacts, and sent me on my way. I know that eye exams aren’t really the most risky or emotionally taxing procedure in the field of medicine, but dude needed a little more practice with his bedside manner. The whole experience put me in a rather foul mood.
Then I headed out to meet some local furs. Nice group of guys. I did have to bail a little early to hook up with a buddy of mine though. Hopefully I can get to know some of them a little better sometime. Going to the Zoo was mentioned, which would be cool since I’ve been meaning to go there to sketch some animals. (I like drawing animals!)
I was in a good mood at this point. Then my friend called when I was halfway back and said he had to spend the evening convincing his girlfriend that he still liked her... now I’m back to being angry. And apparently driving too fast for Sergeant Greg. He pulls me over and gives me a ticket.
So you know what hurts? Having your toothbrush break while you're brushing your molars and jamming the splintered plastic spear into you uvula. It cuts it up pretty good. And the toothpaste adds that little something extra that makes the experience truly memorable. I've been coughing and trying to clear my throat for an hour now.
Lucky for me I have Dead Rising to ease my pain. Because nothing helps take your mind off open wounds in your mouth more than smashing zombies in the head with car batteries.
I'm finally getting all my stuff packed for a trip back up north. I think I've pretty much gotten used to the heat in texas, but it's something I won't be missing. Lugging around couches and heavy boxes is not fun when its 105 out. Thankfully today it has cooled off to a brisk 97. Making it just slightly colder than satan's asscrack.
Recently I noticed that there were quite a few furs in the area here. I kinda wish I would have checked sooner. We could have hung out and had awesome parties with beer and cheeseburgers. BUT there seem to be several around my home town as well. so it works out. Yeah. I think I'll make a little bit more of an effort to be a member of this crazy world of anthropomorphic animal people fans.
I'll be heading out to some fur cons this year finally. FC for certain. And I might have some extra space in my room for a couple people... not sure though. The other cons will depend on where I finally end up living. I'm looking forward to meeting some of you fine folks. :)
WELL. back to packing. I think I'll do the kitchen next. woo!
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sdawgy's journal
intimidated
sore
aggravated
cheerful
