I'm sick off candy corn.

I thought it would be fun to put candy corn out in a bowl on my desk for everybody but i'm pretty sure i've been the only one eating it.. and i think i'm getting a cavaty.

So, yay halloween.

I've always been a believer in making your own costume; growing up that's just what we did. That could be why i've had some pretty lame- i mean awesome costumes.. I was once a "Silver Girl". What is a silver girl? um, i have no idea. A girl.. that.. is silver? what a weird kid... and that year i definitely completely ate it while running from one door to the next in an intense effort to fill my sack with sugary treats. what a weird (fat) kid.

This year posed a few dilemmas (blogspot should have spellcheck* cause i can't decide in which order to put the e and the i in that word).. I am working the evening of actual halloween so i'll be getting off pretty late and won't know exactly when.. I'll still want to go to this party, though, that is happening at my old residence. But that meant that if i was going to dress up (and that's not really an "if") it'd have to be cheap enough that i wouldn't feel bad to only spend a little time in it and easy enough that i could get off, change and be at the party asap. So, i thought of what i had and decided to be a pin-up cause i had all i needed. although i did go to the store and buy stocking and eyelashes.. (ps, don't think this story is going to get anymore interesting cause it's not, my head is clouded by lack of sleep and too much candy) I had last night off and i thought i'd do a little pre-halloweening so i began to don my riske disquise and well, i was not feelin it. nope, it wasn't working. I felt fat and slutty- not what i was going for. So i employed one of the other ideas i had come up with and as i began to build the ensemble... magic. Here's the snapshot: hair in a messy top-of-the-head bun thing framed by big white shades, hoop earrings, green stiped tank top exposing a hot pink polka-dot bra, a 6 months pregnant (is not too far along to show off my tramp stamp) belly, cut off short shorts, and just before you get to the 1995 platforms- an ankle monitor. Now, if you think that sounds like a picture you recently saw of Britney Spears, you'd be correct, but the actual identity of the person i was impersonating was revealed on my mug shot sign: LAPD P55472 CYRUS. That's right, it was a costume/future prediction- "Miley Cyrus in 10 years". If nothing else, I thought it was funny.

Now let's move on to discuss some of the goings-on of last night's social scene. Or rather events that have been culminating and came to a bit of a head last night. Ok, here's an interesting scenario that i really shouldn't talk about but since no one reads this thing.. except maybe heather.. maybe.. (Hey Heath!) Here are the characters- Sally, Annie, Billy and Tommy, oh and Buddy. Billy and Tommy are besties. Sally and Annie are besties. Buddy is um, just a wrench. Annie and Billy are very close friends. Tommy really likes Sally and Sally accepts his liking and returns it most of the time. Mostly its a big happy circle of love. Then Sally begins to feel a pull towards Billy but banishes the thought (well, mostly) because she is not one to jump from one bestie to the other. She believes that when it comes to dating within a man-circle, listen to Eminem- "you only get one shot...". She doesn't realize that as she resists thoughts of Billy, Annie stirs the pot of her brewing passion for him and when she can't take it anymore, pours it out in a profession her undying love. Unable to deny their connection but torn by his desire for things to stay as they are, Billy confuses Annie with the juxtaposition of his words and actions. Then Buddy kisses Sally just to add last minute touches to the mess. In the end, the phrase "just friends" echos in all ears as Sally and Tommy finally end the in-between game and Annie lays down the law with Billy, demanding that he make a choice and let his actions reflect it. Sally turns her cheek to Buddy as he leans in, bravely, a second time. And they all live miserably after all.

*I discovered spellcheck later

Sylvia

I'm starting to get worried. But i'm trying not to think about it.
I haven't seen my cat, Sylvia, since i think it was monday afternoon.. maybe even monday morning.. I can't remember exactly when the last time i saw her was but i know she wasn't home monday night and i didn't see her all yesterday, last night, or this morning. There is of course the worst case scerario which i'm not going to think or speak of and then the more likely possibilities, which still aren't great- animal control (do they pick up cats?), somebody took her cause she doen't have a collar (refuses to wear one), or she's just on some crazy adventure and will come back tomorrow without a scratch. My sister/roommate (sismate/roomster) assures me that "cats do things like this" but she's just never been gone for more than like a day and a half.. I shouldn't start getting worried yet though... i'm sure she's fine..

This is her about a year ago.

She's a precious little monkey head. My neighbor and friend found her and i said i would take her. she was tiny! that was i guess about a year and a half ago..? She is solid gray, which is why i named her Sylvia (silver.. get it..), and has stayed very petite. She is very friendly and sweet but don't be fooled she's also quite feisty and sassy... I know i sound like a crazy pet-mom. The kind of people that i make fun of because they dress their pets up for halloween and speak about what they think or feel or like or dislike.. but alas, she's ma baby :) In actuality i'm not a crazy pet owner, i really just let her do her thing, go in and out as she pleases, and be an animal, not a child. which is probly why i am in this situation now..

Il Pleut Bleu en Jeudi

First of all, naming this thing is stressful. How am i supposed to know what to call my blog before i even start writing? It's like a newborn baby, we don't know each other yet, i have no idea what it's personality will be, what it will talk about, and especially not what name it will respond to. And on top of that stress there's the issue of the domain name, which of course has to correspond. Man, that was an ordeal.. After repeatedly settling on names that i deemed deep but light, meaningful but casual, personal but mysterious, only to find that someone had previously enjoyed the ring of the same phrase enough to allow it to umbrella everything they will have to say for the life of their blog and feeling decidedly unoriginal, i flung into the heading a random little french phrase that has been occupying precious memory space in my brain since 7th grade- Il pleut bleu en jeudi- which of course means 'it rains blue on thursday'. (thank you run-on sentence) Anyway, I took off the 'thursday' and now have a probably somewhat dreary little title that may perhaps inaccurately portrays me and this blog but that's fine because my mom told me that it's what's inside that counts and to never judge a blog by its title. I really just wanted to start a blog because i sit here at work all day with NOTHING to do except answering the phone when it rings about once every 30 minutes- "Good morning, how may i help you? ... Can i tell her who's calling? ... One moment." and done. That and, well, damnit i have things to say!
So shall we let the saying begin? alright then.

I had a dream last night that I was getting breast implants and then i was pregnant (apparently, subconsciously, i think those go hand-in-hand..) and then someone killed a shark. It was actually a pretty thrilling night last night in my brain. Perhaps the fact that i have yet to get the gas turned on in my new apartment and therefore am toughing out the temperature drop (which I am otherwise thrilled about) is having something to do with it. I don't know much about this kind of thing but i'm thinking something to do with circulation? bloodflow? to the brain? =whacked out dreams? i don't know..

I just wanna say a quick thank you to blogspot for continually saving this draft. I really appreciate that. I am now positive that i've chosen the correct venue to display my thoughts. It's the little things, you know?

Ok well, before i bring Entry #1 to a close, I'd like to outline a few things that you ("you"?) can expect to read about in upcoming blogs and also express my excitement for this anticipated relationship (even if only anticipated by the author).

(wow, i'm a dork.. please don't take me seriously.. unless i say "seriously.." then, i'm being serious. unless of course it's in a context that is obviously not serious. you will be trusted to use your discretion)

1. My broke-ness and my many creative but rarely implemented plans to lasso my financial situation
2. My new apartment that I am sharing with my sister and my overly ambitious decorating ideas (which include my crafting nearly half of the furniture- wha?)
3. My decorating ideas for other people (friends and "clients", yes that's right, I have a decorating business)
4. My music- I'm starting a new project with my sister- so sqaure one= writing, writing, writing! and naming ourselves (input?), perfecting the live show and then, taking the world by storm.
5. My family family and my friend family.. so many people to love.
6. God- our "wrestling"
7. Ideas and more ideas, plans and more plans- I am my father's daughter
8. Art, fashion, inspiration, expression, poems, books, music, life!
9. And maybe I'll even (reluctantly) say a word or two about romance. (*sigh*/gag me)

So that's what you have to look forward to.
I'll leave you with this: I bought some apples from an apple orchard yesterday and i am eating one of them right now with peanut butter but i'd kinda rather just be taking to the PB jar with a spoon.