Finally.
Okay, so I have, like, two teeny itchy red bumps in the middle of my new tattoo. I mean, they’re not even really visible, but they itch, and they hurt, and I can’t mess with them because I don’t want to fuck up the tat. So I just rub some more lotion in and pretend that stops them itching. It’s the closest I can get to scratching. Whatever.
Anyway, they’re not going away, and I was starting to worry about them because what if they’re keloids, or weird acne or some shit, and what if them just being there – never mind what if I mess with them – but what if them just being there fucks up my tattoo?
So I finally figured out what’s going on: they’re razor rash or ingrown hairs or whatever, because the artist shaved my arm first. And I didn’t think there was that much hair there, and there’s not, but that’s what they are. Now I can rest easy, I guess.
Go read Princess Melissa’s raccoon story.
I sent it to Greg since he made so much fun of me for freaking out the time I thought there was a raccoon in the roof at an old house – and there was, too, damn. For one thing, squirrels and mice do not make those sounds. And for another thing, squirrels and mice most certainly do not make those sounds when a damn cat (Daoine) is sitting on top of the bookshelf growling at them through the ceiling and smacking the ceiling trying to get at them. And this thing was hearing that shit, cussing her out in Raccoon-ese, and scrabbling around in the ceiling like it was trying to dig through and get AT her to start a fight – don’t tell me that was a squirrel or mouse, they’re sissies. An opossum, maybe, or a raccoon! It was fucking crazy. And raccoons carry rabies. Damn.
I had the worst dream last night. I dreamt my friend, Julie, had all these impossibly teeny kittens that had been abandoned by their mother, and was getting people to help take care of the kittens. And I managed to convince Greg to let me take one of the kittens. Seriously, they were like *just born* kittens. So I got a wee black one, and we named it Morgo (which in the dream was this hilarious comic character who was HUGE, so it was funny because the kitten was so tiny, see). And we kept feeding the kitten with a syringe, because he was that young, and he kept growing like crazy over the course of a day. But in the evening he reverted back to his impossibly tiny size. And I was sleeping (in my dream!), and he was in bed with me, and I rolled over and SQUISHED HIM! Oh! It was horrible. And goo came out. And for the rest of the dream I carried him around in my palm and tried to get him to respond to petting or food, and he would, a little, but not enough for me to tell if he was just dazed or if he was actually dying.
It was so sad. And of course, when I told him about my dream, Greg thought it was funny.
Christ. I woke up at 5 am, and couldn’t get back to sleep. I tried, but eventually I gave up and got up and baked cookies. Yay for cookies! And now I get to slog through work and a workout at lunch – but I get cookies for breakfast, and hopefully staying up today will mean I sleep soundly tonight, right?
Since I haven’t posted it yet, here’s a (somewhat blurry) picture I took this morning of my hair – a little bit in the front is black, the rest is red, so when it’s pulled back it looks like this. I need to touch it up, though, my roots are pretty obvious, and that crap in the ponytail would be the overbleached ends that steadfastly refuse to hold the red for any decent amount of time. And that green bit near the back my neck, that would be part of my dress, in case you were wondering.
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FUCK A BUNCH OF LENTIL LOAF.
Goddamn. Lentils are fucking out to get me. So we have this New Farm Vegetarian Cookbook, and there’s a recipe for lentil loaf in it (like meatloaf, only meatless). And Greg loves it. So about a month ago, I said I’d make it – only we got caught up in something, so I let the lentils soak overnight instead of for two hours, and they went moldy on me. And then tonight I thought I’d try again, and right as the lentils were just about ready, I made a bowl fall from the cabinet over the stove, breaking the fuck out of that bowl – which I didn’t really like, so no real loss there. Yet somehow, even though the bowl appears to have broken on the floor, there were bits of broken ceramic in that motherfucking pot of goddamned lentils. So I had to throw that shit out. FUCK SOME LENTILS. I’m so fucking pissed. AND! I was going to cook some cookies to send to some friends who might need a little pick-me-up, and of course now I can’t fucking stand to be in the kitchen, having already invested about two hours in some damn lentil loaf that’s not going to happen. Fuck. Seething hate.
I’m going to write this night off, and not plan on getting anything done. Fuck it. I will, however, post a picture of my newest tattoo.
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If you were wondering, yes, that *is* the Seal of Rassilon. And, yes, I *am* that big a dork. Whatever – I fucking love it. And now, as is fitting, I am going to go pout in bed about the damn lentils while I watch the Key to Time episodes.
I did in fact get tattooed Friday, but all I managed to get are some blurry shots – it’s hard to photograph a wrist. It’s also hard to center a tattoo there – after the tattoo artist (Aaron at Dogstar) placed the guide, I had him wash it off and re-position it because it looked off-center to me. And after he replaced it, it looked centered, but now I think maybe it was in the exact spot he’d put it the first time, and I hadn’t been looking at it from the right angle. Hm. Anyway, here’s the image I took in:
It turned out pretty damn sweet.
After the tattoo, I made dinner for Greg. All the recipes came from The Complete Vegan Cookbook, by Geiskopf-Hadler and Toomay. We had: rice, red bell pepper, and bean sprout salad with ginger peanut dressing; snow peas with sesame miso sauce; linguine with artichoke-pistachio pesto; and lemon poppyseed cake.
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It was all very, very delicious. Although the herb in the pesto was parsley – and I thought pesto used basil. Greg loved it, but there was a smidge too much parsley (1 cup chopped) in it for me – next time I make it I might use half a cup of parsley and half a cup of basil.
After dinner, we hung out with Josh, who’s just moved to Durham. We went to some Irish pub, and had a round of drinks, and then went to the Federal, and had three rounds of drinks. (In other words, I got shitfaced.) Then we went to Waffle House for food – and Josh got some of the most artery clogging hash browns I’ve ever seen in my life.
Saturday, we went to the Avinger-Blanton houses for Mary’s and Hunter’s birthday celebration. Which was awesome, as usual! This year, I played Scene It, Snorta!, and Zombies! And I think Zombies! is my new favorite game, followed closely by Snorta! (which I won, yay!).
Today, we went to Jordan Lake for Jay Day, and managed to grill our food before it started raining. After it started raining, there was an attempt to cover the grill with aluminum foil – which seemed to work out well enough. I got to see several friends, and catch up on chatting and shit, and started crocheting a kerchief out of impossibly small yarn. (Maybe I should call it thread, really.)
So, a weekend full of celebration and revelry. Awesome.
I just read the spoiler for Lady in the Water at The Movie Spoiler. Ugh.
It’s just so, so, so lame. And it’s really self-absorbed – and by that, I mean, it’s basically Shyamalan thinking he’s so cool he can make a movie out of a REALLY LAME bedtime story he made up to tell his daughters, and he can also be one of the main characters (he sucks), and it’ll work. It really, really doesn’t. It sounds fucking awful.
I mean, some critics are lauding it as this semi-decent fantasy movie a la E.T. or some shit – and saying that although they had problems with some of it, their inner 5-year-old loved it – but even if I’m going to give him that much credit, it still seems like a rip off of Neverending Story – in that you have this stoopid mystical otherworldy Lady who’s really a queen (the Empress), a Beast that’s after her (the Nothing), and a whole host of real-life people who get dragged into the fantasy world but mainly Giamatti’s character (who would be Bastien). It’s just sad. Go rent Neverending Story instead, would be my recommendation. (And also, I CANNOT BELIEVE they’re comparing this garbage to E.T.)
Honestly, I’m kind of mad I just wasted fifteen minutes reading the damn spoiler. I’m so disappointed. Shyamalan has some talent, but he really needs to put forth an effort, and WORK at it, and revise, and listen to constructive criticism. Apparently the producers of his last couple films (Disney, I want to say) passed on this after he refused to take their advice on shaping the story up, and he went elsewhere. Big mistake. He’s not God, like he obviously thinks he is. Believe or not, some of the stuff he comes up with is tripe, and he needs to admit that to himself, and start honing his craft. Not everything he produces is gold – and that’s pretty much it, as far as I’m concerned. Ugh.
Tomorrow’s Friday! Yay!
My sister is doing much better – I don’t want to jinx it so I won’t go into details, but things are definitely starting to look up.
This week, I decided to start working out on my lunch break with Greg, and so far I’ve kept to it pretty well. Today I was even looking forward to it beforehand. Honestly, I think it’s because I get to take a cold shower in the middle of the day – and it’s hot as hell lately, so that’s nice. I’m sure I’ll be less enthusiastic when cold weather hits.
I’m going to see about getting a tattoo tomorrow night. We’ll see how that goes.
I got Supercrafty today, at the Bull’s Head:
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I’ve only flipped through it briefly so far, but it looks good!
And while I was out running errands tonight, I ran by AC Moore to pick up some stuff for secret projects I’ve been working on this week – and of course got some stuff for myself. I picked up some more yarn for the bedspread project since it was on sale, and some of this lovely stuff I’ve never seen before that reminded me of Monet’s gardens. It’s James C. Brett Marble, shade MT6:
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I love it. I can’t wait to start a sweater with it. And then I may have to go back for some of the other colorways, too.
