Sloth

So, I've been watching movies. Being downright lazy.

I Netflix everything, so that's sort of my excuse, but seriously, I can multi task with the best of them.

I picked up Elizabeth : The Golden Age. Which I admit was sort of without much storyline. I was just getting into it when I realized it was sort of over. Sir Raleigh was in it for, what, looks? I was confused, but who am I kidding, loved it. Love Elizabeth, loved the costuming, love the whole era. So I watched it again. I'm send it back today, see what comes next.

I'm also dragging my feet on The Holiday. I'm watching it for a specific reason, so I have to get through it, but it's just not holding my attention. I've started and stopped it three times over the weekend. I want to finish it this morning so I can mail it back today. I can't specifically say what's so wrong about it. I mean, Jude Law, hello. But I do not like Cameron Diaz. I don't think she's pretty, I don't like her character, so I have to swallow past my gag reflex to watch her scenes.

In other news, I updated my profile picture. It's actually me. Yes, I realize I should have taken one of me WITH makeup on, I look sort of odd without eyeliner. But get over it.

Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before.
Do you find me dreadful?
What a shame such a sad disgrace,
Such a pretty face,
But she's not regretful.

I'm on fire...

So, lots of people asked about the tattoo. It's sort of a new concept, yeah, not one I've talked about before. But it was sort of a crazy week. My Uncle drown in a flood in Michigan and the anniversary of my Dad's death was coming fast. I was stuck in an endless loop of Sing the Sorrow, which forgive me, was perhaps the best AFI era ever, both vocally and fashion wise. Anyway... the song Death of Seasons was sort of stuck when I accidentally hit the repeat button instead of the shuffle. No big deal, but the lyrics are :

I feel the falling stars encircle me, now as they cry.
I held the falling star and it wept for me, dyin'.
I watch the stars they fall from the sky.

And well, it was fate. I needed to have stars encircling me. I was just listening to This Celluloid Dream again, on loop, I need to fix that. This song is catchy. Cinematic!

Moving on...

I seemed to have gotten a ton of knitting done. It's cold in Cali. Compared to here, at least. So I'm cranking out the fingerless gloves and berets with a quickness.

I'm also back into some other stuff I used to work on. I unearthed a few boxes of supplies trying to organize for this move. I'm excited to be back mainland, but crazy about moving across an ocean. It's not the first time, but I hate waiting for my stuff and my cars. ANGST!

I lost the cord to hook my Crackberry to my laptop, so that's sort of what prompted the cleaning frenzy. It's been suggested I might be OCD, cause I am so overly organized (I own a well used labeling machine) but I couldn't find it. Panic. So now I'm back in business.

Now, back to writing this damn thesis. It's not going to finish itself.

ZOMG I'm excited.

For two reasons.

One - My new Copics came this morning. I ended up getting only nine. A light pink, a coral, a teal, a green, a blender and a few toners. I placed a second order for a sketch set over the weekend, so those should be here on Thursdayish. I'm also anticipating a few packages to arrive today from a few other places I ordered markers from. It's near impossible to get all the colors you want from ONE place.

In similar news, I went a little nuts at Papertrey Ink. Lets just say I wanted it all, so yeah, got it all.

Two - I found the second ball of the Rowan Fusion I was looking for. I KNEW I had two balls of the pink. So I'm casting on for an Urchin today. I should have it done in no time, I need to start knitting for cold weather.

I'm hoping I can get some work done before DxH calls again. He's a HUGE times waster...

Fail

What do you think?
I don't seem to remember to post very often.

Yesterday I got a new tattoo.