May 30, 2009
This one featured me following white arrows painted on the ground to get to the house I needed to get to in order to save the world, finding the family of the house who oddly enough are people that I really know and haven't seen/talked to since 2004, discovering that something was up with their youngest son, going to a brick building and hiding out there because everyone recognized me by my nose (I'm not making any of this up folks), having dreams while in the brick building of people and the youngest son calling me for help, finding the family and mine and several other importat people all trapped in paintings (in the portrait room of their house which we discovered were portals to alternate realities), saving all of them leaving the son for last and then discovering that we were destined for each other (which so weird because even though he looked nothing like the real person, I knew it was him. Which is weird because I've known this kid since we were like six or seven, broke several friendships over something having to do with this person, and he pushed me off of some rocks we were climbing when we were eight and knocked the wind out of me, and I haven't forgiven him for that yet (I have a scar from where the rock cut me)), marrying this guy (while still in his alternate reality, which we then discovered was not an alternate reality but was, in fact, reality), then some other stuff happened that I shan't talk about, then we discovered that we were destined for each other because it was up to us both to save the world (all becuase of our eye colour and no we do not have the same eye colour) and the key to saving the world was his former financee (who was really in love with his brother) who happened to be a girl I also knew when I was a kid who I hated, who I had to rescue out of her portrait which was her alternate reality in which she continuously packed a bag and played with dolls, and had to break the news that we were married (which none of our family even knew because once they had been rescued from their portraits they disapeared(and and in order for me to rescue them I had to go in and force them to face their most deep secret, or something horrible traumatic that they wouldn't face. Once they had done this they were flng back into reality (the portrait room) and instructed to stay there, but they didn't. I don't know if this was because they were kidnapped or what)).
This is when I woke up. I'm actually kind of curious to see where this thing was heading. I still have no idea what the problem with the world was or why we had to save it. I think I might turn this into my next novel. It was so weird. The whole dream was like a fairytale/scifi/fantasy/80's futuristic movie. It was weird.
I have no idea why I'm having strange dreams, or how to stop them. Most of them have ended with my death, which according to the fortune telling dream book I read last night at Anthro means that soon something I'm worried about will be over and all will be fine. I wonder what the crap this last one's supposed to mean? Where's Freud when I actually need him (I'm not a fan of Freud or English Professors who obsess over him). Does anyone have any suggestions for stopping dreams? I know strange question, but I'm not sleeping well because of them and it's kinda annoying. I've stopped drinking coffee before bed thinking that maybe it's just my brain being over active, I've changed the music I listen to, I've switched the side I sleep on. I've even tried to force myself to think of other things, but no such luck.
May 29, 2009
May 27, 2009
Here is the "Pink Stuff" incident. Mostly it's just me laughing obnoxiously and Bri making funny faces, with Jess giggling in the corner. My laugh (which is actually a giggle) is so horribly obnoxious.
And here is the video from last Thursday. Don't laugh at the fact that my headband is slowly slipping off my head the whole time. Also I'm really bad at talking to people when I'm on stage so just ignore those parts. I played one other song before these, but my mom couldn't figure out how to use the camera.
On a very random note, I made this garlic rub for some steak we had on Monday. My hands still smell like Garlic, and I can't figure out why. I've washed them at least a billion times since then, but they still smell. I love garlic, but this is getting annoying.
May 26, 2009
I had a very busy weekend, and a very busy day, and what looks like its going to be a very busy week. I feel exahusted (which might be partly due to the fact that I've been sleeping horribly). Today we finally got rid of the guy who's on crack (which was actually heroine, methdone, crack, and something else). It took my dad useing some language I've never heard him use before, and telling the head attorney here that it's either us or the crack guy. It's a really sad situation and while I want to be mad and angry and even laugh at the guy, I can't because he is just so sad, and pathetic I can't help put pity him.
It wasn't all bad words and pity today though. It started with me going to The San Bernardino County Recorder's office (which I cannot say oddly enough. I always slur my words when trying to say it), which is behind a Souplantation. Then Bri, Jess and I all headed to the Bankruptcy Court because we had four bk's to file. It takes 20-30 mins to file each, plus they have some new stupid system where you basically have to wait for an hour for each. We got to the court at about 10:30. They left at 12:30 and I got back to the office at one thirty. Ridiculous. Well then, because it sounded good, I made everyone go to Souplantation for lunch. It ended up being just Bri, Jess, and I and there was and "Pink Stuff" incident, and fun, and then the pink stuff turned out to be not so fun. I made a video, but haven't had a chance to upload it.
Anyways. This is kinda a sucky excuse for a post, but oh well. I'm itching to get my hands on a sewing machine and make some new stuff. So hopefully by the end of the week I'll have something to show. Also I'll be playing again this Thursday (I'm 99% sure at least), so come out if you're in the area.
May 22, 2009
May 21, 2009
May 20, 2009
But it was totally worth it!
All I'm saying is if you get a chnace to go see The Decemberists live, DO IT! They are AMAZING! Last night was so utterly brilliant!
The show started at 8 at the Palladium in Los Angeles. Their opening act was a group called Other Lives. I found them a month or something ago and they've been on my list of groups to find their album ever since. They were awesome! I bought their album afterwards, which I've listened to six times already and love. The Palladium is a standing room only concert hall, and we got there at about 7:30 and got a really good spot. My whole family sans Bri went, which in hind sight was not brilliant, but whatever, I'm trying not to be bitter (I'll get to that).
This is Other Lives. They have a myspace if you're interested. Sorry for the horrid quality, the sound system was too much for my poor camera's mic.
There were some very rude people there last night, one of which I told to his face that he was a douche bag, but again, I'm getting over it. The important thing was the music. Other Lives got done playing around nine'o'clock, and then they re-set the stage for The Decemberists, while the crowd bought more beer. The Decemberists started playing at about 9:15. Their newest Album, The Hazards of Love is basically an orchestrated folk-rock opera. The first half of the concert was the band playing the album straight through. The WHOLE album. A. Maze. Ing. They're almost better live! I did nothing but scream all night. For this album they brought in Becky Stark from the band Lavender Diamond and Shara Worden from My Brightest Diamond (both of which I highly reccomend). Shara Worden and I are going to become best friends someday. Holy cow girlfriend can sing! She was so fun to watch. We ended up having to leave before the second set, which was sad, but Grace was tired and begging to go home and Fraser couldn't see over the crowd, so we went to Denny's at about ten thirtyish and ate. When we were leaving Chel and I were walking from our booth in the front to go pay and who was sitting in the very front booth? The lead singer from Other Lives, whom I had decided about seventeen seconds into their show I was going to marry. So I stopped and asked him if he was the lead singer and he smiled and I gushed and made his night. Then Chelsea ran out to the car to grab the album of their's I just bought and had him sign it, which was all sorts of lame, but fun nonetheless. Then Eric came running up and saw the guy and ran back to my parents who came up and started gushing and my dad kept shaking the guy's hand, which was hilarious. Then the other people who had been at the concert realized who the guy was, and started telling them how great they were and it was all because I said hi. So basically I made that guy's night. It really was so much ridiculous fun, even if we had to leave early, plus I've been promised that someday (like over my birthday), I will be allowed to see the full show. I also bought a shirt, which was super cool. So yay!!! Here's some photos and videos, again I'm sorry for the quality.
This lady stood in front of me the whole show and I kept trying to get around her without much success.
The rest of my videos were not so great, so here's some from youtube from someone right up front.
This is Shara Worden singing the role of The Queen. She is so amazing!
Alright that's enough.
May 19, 2009
Do we really have enough rain to justify a rainy day fund?
(earlier this morning, Ashley is in the shower and suddenly the bathroom door opens to reveal a little redheaded twerp)
May 17, 2009
So the other day, during a very funny situation, my dad thanked me for being such a great liar. It's nice to know that my talents can be used for good.
Last night there was an earthquake. The report I found said it was a only 1.8 and was 2miles north of Rancho (San Andreas?), but I heard that it was actually a 5.o and came out of LA (my dad just told me it was a 4.7 out of LA). Bri and Michael and I were all home alone and they both jumped up like nutters and ran towards a door post. I sat and continued to check my facebook and told them to calm down. It lasted all of fifteen seconds, but it gave the house a good shake. We were watching Japanese Television, which is hilarious by the by, then we switched it to some thing about paranormal investigators from Penn State. It was hilarious.
Best I could find of the whole outfit, which is my favourite.
May 16, 2009
May 15, 2009
Excuse the horrible photos.
May 14, 2009
So funny story. Remember when I went to Arizona and got two $300 speeding tickets? Well apparently there was a court date for one of them in Arizona in March, that I didn't go to, and now there's a warrant for my arrest in Arizona. As if I needed another reason to not go back. Awesome.
In other news my computer is still broken. I called Toshiba and made the woman in Pakistan cry. Not really, but I told her in no uncertain terms that I was not happy, and they ARE going to fix this problem whether they like it or not. So they are sending me a box to send the thing to them so that the official Toshiba place can do their job and fix my stupid computer. I am writing on it right now, and it's being fairly co-operative, but after a half an hour it will shut down. I figure I've got about ten more minutes left before it crashes again. This is so frustrating. I've been so mad about it all day that I haven't been that nice of a person, which has actually come in handy. We had an annoying client who is driving everyone nuts and being very demanding when we've told her exactly what we still need from them, and she got a little snippy with me so I got snippy back. Then we got a bill for $404 for some DVD of business listings that I never ordered, and have been meaning to send back. So I called them and told them that I did not order this, I do not want it, and I am not going to pay this and am sending it back today. A customer service representative was going to call me back. I keep telling them I do not want this. So now I'm going to be mean. Oddly enough being mean is exhausting. That's why I don't do it. The CS rep then called and literally had a yelling match with me. I got so mad about all this (cuz now it looks like I screwed up) that I posted a venting status on Facebook and was annoyed when someone, who happens to be my best friend, commented on it and I said I was pregnant (it was funny at the time) and then Jessica read it and we both started laughing and I started crying and then we went and took a walk to get lunch. So now despite my crappy day, I feel a little better. The lady called back with a tape that they had recorded of me saying I authorized them to send us this bill and info, however they didn't record the part where she told me they were just sending me the info and we could cancel if we didn't want it. So yeah.....
Today the guy I always joke about being a crack addict was arrested while in court doing an appearance. He was arrested for being under the influence of drugs. His wife called right before I left trying to find him and the guy who leases the building had to tell her. She's pregnant with their third or fourth child. I had to sit here and listen to Andy tell the guy's wife and try to calm her down. Apparently they had an intervention for him on Sunday and she was freaking out because she didn't think he'd taken anymore drugs since then. As I was listening to this I suddenly began to realize some things. I hate this job because of how sad it is. Every day I hear stories of broken relationships and homes. Of children who don't have a home but drift between their parent's homes. Of adults who act like children fighting over their children. Of people so deep in debt who are barely making it. of bad or desperate people doing bad and desperate things. All day. I've heard that Lawyers have a high depression rate and I think I understand why now. These are the people who are responsible for fixing other people's depressing lives, and sometimes they can't do it. Sometimes there is only so much help you can give someone. I think that's probably why my dad practices Bankruptcy law more than Family. Because at least he's giving people some tangible hope. I know I'm often cynical about all this, because I'm a happy-go-lucky person, but sometimes, especially on bad days, I can't help but feel so sorry for all these people. It's not pity, it's almost empathy. Right now my happy bubble is kinda burst and instead of feeling sad, and depressed, I kinda feel numb. I've always been the type who tries to fix everyone else's problems. I can't fix these. I can't make it all happy again with a joke because it's no joking matter. There's no romance to a life filled with addictions and sorrow. There's no silver lining. Consciously I know that it's all going to be okay and most of these people have created their own problems and in reality aren't willing to fix them themselves
I don't mean to be a downer it was just a bit of a realization, and it's a bit sad...
But the sun will shine tomorrow, and the birds will sing, and we'll laugh. In the mean time here's a better picture of the swimsuit as promised. And yes I realize that I look like a six year old. Ignore my fatty thighs and white-ness.
May 13, 2009
Other things I should mention about this outfit: Best red lipstick ever. It's L'orel's "Target Red" for Target. I love it. Also, and I promise not to get TMI-ish with this, but let me tell you about this bra I'm wearing. It's from the '60's. It is a bullet bra. I want to be buried in this bra. I love it. I hate modern bras and always have, now that I've tried vintage ones, I'll never go back. Not only does it place my boobs where they're supposed to be, but it gives so much support, and is so dang comfortable. TopShop has some reproduction ones that I'm thinking of getting because let me tell you, I've never been this excited over a bra before. I tried on all my dresses and shirts and kept jumping up and down with glee and squealing because of how well things suddenly fit me. If you have not tried a vintage bra, you really should. They are the bee's knees. This one I got from AAArdvarks also on Sunday. It was 8$, so it's even cheaper than modern bras. And last but not least, all week I've been doing these pseudo-victory rolls in my hair. Mostly because it takes me 45 mins to pin curl my hair vs. the two and a half seconds this takes me to do. When I was in the bathroom this morning doing it Grace walked in (she spent the whole morning following me around) and said she really liked my hair because it looked shiny. She kept asking me if I'd put "make it shiny stuff" in my hair, like Non does (she calls Bri, Non). I told her no, and she hurumphed. "well Non puts shiny stuff in her hair. But you look cute too." I think I need to stop taking fashion advice from a three year old. By the by, here's the bra.
I was messing around with the settings on the camera and thought this ended up looking kinda cool.
I made Chel try on and buy this dress. Cutest thing ever.
Grace is obsessed with looking like a model in all her pictures so I've been trying to get candids. Chelsea on the other hand thinks all photos of her need to be ridiculous.
Better pictures to come, but this is the swimsuit I got at AArdvarks. This picture is really horrible.
This is what I wore
Hat: rummage sale a million years ago
Shoes: Buffalo Exchange (Portland, Or.)
Grace, "being like a doggy"
Delaney has an Alice Cullen complex
The dress Chelsea did not buy. It was super cute, but way too big for her.
These are the results of the "Super Secret Mother's Day Project." All seven of us had our pictures taken and painted our own frames and gave them to my mom to hang somewhere. She's always saying that she doesn't have any pictures of us hanging so we solved her problem. We each painted our own frames, which are very telling of our personalities. The only pictures I didn't take are my own and the one of Bri and Michael. Theirs is from the shoot they did for their engagement photos.
Delaney, Age 14
Eric, Age 12 (his was painted to match my parent's bedding and his photo was printed incorrectly, so I have to take them in this week and re-print them)