psalm_onethirtyone: (Cascade Pond)

got to start watching the Illbleed Let's Play; finally got my paycheque; am not working until Wednesday; had ice cream and black raspberries; got my toenails painted rainbow by a lady at church; had a nap to-day; had a bicycle ride to-day; am planning to make cupcakes to-morrow with the fresh cherries we didn't can; got to ride in Maria's Miata; have the cutest fishies in the world; DON'T WORK UNTIL WEDNESDAY; found out strawberries can prevent/cure cancer; got a Tom Waits album from Maria's boyfriend; will sleep in to-morrow.

And it wasn't a million degrees outside, either.

Mmm, summer.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Cephalopods Need Heart)
So, a little update on what's going on in Soujin-land!

1. I should be asleep right now, but I'm not; for some reason I am not sleeping very well lately, which has led to me sleeping in too late in an effort to get some sleep at all. Last night I had only had four hours, and I still was awake for an hour after turning off the lights and lying down. That's stupid. Anyway.

2. Still at [ profile] mhari's! Having a good time! We are mostly just being colossal dorks with each other, although yesterday we went to the New England Aquarium and it was good times. There were lovely lovely comb jellies and a petting tank with starfish and urchins and horseshoe crabs and a skate, and ANOTHER petting tank with some really gorgeous rays -- both the round Atlantic type and these adorable cownoses, which are so sweet omg. They come right up and bonk your hands. We weren't supposed to touch their bellies, but they kept swimming over and flapping at our hands! Anyway, they have the most amazing texture -- like slightly slimy velvet. So cool. Unfortunately we had to go home before we could visit the octopus, but they had LION'S MANE JELLIES. OMG. Little tiny ones! I am used to conceiving of Lion's Manes in terms of, you know, these VAST MONSTERS with tentacles that get up to thirty feet long. It somehow never occurred to me that they might start out as wee little babbies. So that was pretty sweet.

We also saw some adorbs frogs, although the surinam toad was hiding. :(

Also, [ profile] mhari bought me a blue whale plushie for my birthday. He is enormous and so soft; his name is Captain Shakespeare.

3. I got a job! I start on the twenty-third. It's caregiver work, which is great -- I basically was going to die if I had to take another horrible depressing retail job, so the fact that I get to work with people but in a useful, helpful capacity is fantastic. I'm really looking forward to starting. I don't even know what my wage is and I DON'T CARE.

4. Still haven't figured out this birthday party stuff. Mama said I could have one, but everybody's weird places at weird times and I'm really not sure if it will actually happen. :/ Not a super big deal, I guess.

5. My awesome Summer Project is coming along surprisingly nicely. I bought more stuff for it here, and I can't wait to get back to work on it.

6. Maria and I are going to rock this world this summer. We're both full-time, forty-hours-a-week employed, but we are going to make a list of all the summer films we HAVE TO SEE (like Thor, and First Class) and then DO IT. Cos we can. In between, of course, we will work our asses off and keep bees, because we're rad like that.

7. I am going to make the time to start bicycling again, gdi. I really miss getting to go on long bike rides, and Maria said she wants to start biking too, so it's going to happen. My hope is also that once I start doing something that at least looks like exercise, Mama will get off my case about being fat. THIS HAD BETTER WORK. I do not have the time to squash real exercise in on top of everything else.

8. Chiiiicks! Keeeeets! They're coming June first. I am so super excite.

9. Mama has a new bunny, I don't think I mentioned. It is dopey and very pretty and scares the hell out of the cats.

10. We might actually get internet at home this summer. This one guy up on Gamby Hill is thinking of building a reception tower because he is crazy as pants and apparently wants to be able to get internet, even though we live out in the sticks and most people are Mennonite. If this happens, the whole valley would have internet potentially, so that might actually happen. It would be pretty sweet, I have to say.

11. I am watching a playthrough on YouTube of Deadly Premonition, which is a really neat video game. Also, the guy doing the playthrough is great -- so deadpan and sarcastic and unfazed by everything that happens in the game. LOVE him.

12. That's really all atm. Basically I am busy and scattered and kind of crazy, so if there is something I should be doing with you/in general, please let me know. I'M WORKING ON IT. There are a lot of caps in my life, is what I'm saying, but I still am trying to beat the dialup into submission every night from 10 to 1, so hit me up, I will probably be around.

Although this may all be irrelevant come Saturday and the rapture. :P

Anyway, in the words of the Pope, ciao.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Nota Bene)
So to-day I:

--lined up a job interview for to-morrow
--cleaned the brooder shed
--papered the brooder shed and set it up for the broody turkey
--made my very first planter!
--fished a dead rat out of the pond
--fished Sam's cribbing collar out of the mire in the back of the barn
--established that there are no dead kittens in the barn, so if they did drown in the mire their mama removed the bodies
--fell out of the haymow, and now have skinned legs
--made my parents watch Eddie Izzard's "Dress to Kill"
--cleaned and decorated my room, unpacked and put away all my school things
--organised my closet
--staked one of the hops.

It's not bad, I don't think, considering I didn't wake up until 1.30 and it's my first day back. >_> Also, [ profile] raanve, I would never have gotten through cleaning the brooder shed without your mix. ALSO, I think I found us a Lanselos/Saigremort song.

Going to [ profile] mhari's house on the twelfth! So excited.

Also, FOR THE RECORD, my fish recognise the sound of my voice. I've been conducting experiments, and it's honestly true. They only surface for me, and they do it when I sing their food song, whether or not I throw down food (although that latter bit is pure Pavlovian stuff). COOL.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Baby Got a Sweet Ride)
GO WATCH THIS. It is Deep Space 9, Alexander Siddig-as-Bashir, "I Wish I Were James Bond" songvid. GO WATCH IT WHY ARE YOU STILL READING MY POAST.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Found Myself!)
Spiritual renewal comes in the fact that my [ profile] mhari is the best [ profile] mhari in the whole world (that's right, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours) and sent me the best box in the whole world.

Also I sold ten of my pieces at the art gallery, which = money, and I was accepted into the India winter break Conflict Resolution study abroad programme, which is a three-week programme monitored by two professors I really like, which makes me feel a lot safer about it.

And I kind of hate my Comm professor but I realised I'm not the only one who feels that way, and I realised that my Sosh professor is really exemplified by this metaquote, which makes me feel a lot better; I really like understanding people's motivations, both from an analytic point of view and because it helps me brain that the issue is not me personally (since I am extremely prone to interalise and personalise everything). My Sosh professor is really really quick to call things racism, but she is also a black woman living in a predominantly white central Pennsylvania neighbourhood, so there's probably been a whole lot of accidental tramping on a broken foot. That said, it was frustrating that she repeatedly accused Southerners of hating Jews and being anti-Semitic (imo, it's more that Jewish folks tend to live in big Northern cities, which are exactly the kind of environment Southern folks tend to distrust, although I grant you that there is probably a religious undercurrent as well for a number of folks), as well as the fact that she pretty much said that her white PhD'd neighbour was scared of her for being a black woman despite the fact that the only interaction she described was them saying hi to each other in the morning on their respective walks, and that this fear was only alleviated when she told the woman that she was also a PhD when they met in the grocery store and woman was all "HI! :D We're neighbours and I've totally never said hi, I'm Dr. So-and-so". From her description there was absolutely no evidence of racism (or any reason why the woman would think she was the maid for some theoretical people who lived in her house, or be scared of her because sometimes she drank a bottle of beer on her front porch), but obviously there may have been stuff she left out because it seemed obvious to her. ANYWAY. My point is, there were a lot of assumptions made in to-day's class, but I feel like I kind of get the context for those assumptions, at least to a degree (Sosh professor is from the Bronx until a few years ago, which probably doesn't help with not being suspicious of white people--o hey, I made an assumption of my own), so that helped me be less frustrated.

And I talk a lot about sociological things, ohai. Just wait until my ramble on the subject of Why Is My Cross Okay But That Dude's Shirt With A Bible Verse Makes You Mad?, coming shortly to a self-indulgent livejournal post near you.

Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good for now, although I really need to edit Maria's logic paper.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Narwhals Narwhals Swimmin' in the Ocean)
So the Expo was amazing, I got SO. MUCH. X-MEN. STUFF. for reals. I also got to meet the people who do Girls with Slingshots, Doctor McNinja, Wondermark, Hark! A Vagrant, and more, and also discovered this comic, which may be the most amazing thing in the whole world.

And I got tonnes of leetle drawings from people, because I am cheap and couldn't afford actual sketches, but that's okay, because Kate Beaton drew me a squid and the Beartato man drew me a piggy. And I got all the buttons in the whole world. For srs.

Also a possible job/table-sharing offer, which is probably the coolest thing ever. :D

And my gorgeous freshman with whom I am in love just showed up and gave me an extremely plausible reason for why she stood me up Friday, so now I am not sad any more. Plus I have another freshman kidnappee who supposedly is meeting me for lunch to-day. And [ profile] isjusterin drew me a picture of Stephane Lambiel as a magical zebra with wings, which I will have to upload for [ profile] perculious, who has been linking me to all the Stephane fic that is awesome, which means she is awesome too.

So despite the 1.00 a.m. fire alarm last night set specifically so the R.D. could yell at the whole two buildings for vandalism done by the third floor of one, and the fact that I have had about no sleep whatsoever in the past few days, I am feelin' pretty good.

Just making this post has jinxed me, though, so expect a crisis situation by 9.00.

[ profile] the_chloroplast, I am coming over to-night for accounting. BEWARE.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Default)
Observations from to-day:

There are few things more fun than sliding in neutral down a long straight hill, especially when you top sixty mph. It helps if your windows are run down, you are blasting The Killers, and your car is on the verge of falling apart.

Capitalist America is a wonderful place, and I can say this with certainty because one of the twenty-five cent vending machines in the market is selling various moustaches under the heading MASTERS OF DISGUISE. I almost bought one for the lolz.

[ profile] periculous is awesome and I wish I had seen her this summer.

One of our pullet is laying already! At three months old! This is highly satisfactory.

Ex-Mennonites who like good beer make the best dinner hosts.

I should have gone to bed an hour ago.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Therefore Be Free)
Well, a great big congratulations to all y'all in California who are now remarried, about to get married, or able to be married in the future.

Well-played, Mr. Judge Guy. Well-played.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Gross Things are Cool!)
When I went down to see how my hermit crabs were this morning, I discovered that Lance had died during the night, so I buried him in the garden with Percy. The Newport pet store has this deal that if your hermit crab dies in under a week from the time you buy him, you can have a new one free. So since I got him last Friday, I'm going to go in to-morrow and see if I can get a replacement.

I kind of knew he was sick, since he didn't move around nearly as much as Mark does, and he was missing his toes; whereas Mark can (and does) climb absolutely everything, Lance was pretty much stuck on the ground making sad faces. So it wasn't a huge surprise, I knew he wasn't very healthy. On the other hand, he and Mark were getting along really well, which is what I wanted from a second hermit crab, and I worry about personality so much. Ah, well, though. I'll probably do what I did when I got Lance, and spend half an hour in there communing with the crabs anyway before I finally pick one.

Anyway, the thing about being the number one person on this farm not to have an aversion to grossness is that I usually get stuck handling the various hazmat activities. Basically I am immune to touching horribly gross things, and reasonably immune to smelling them, and COMPLETELY immune to talking about them during dinner (SORRY) and the result is that every time something dies or goes back or gets horribly mutilated everyone goes SOUJIN COME CLEAN THIS UP.

cut for grossness )

So, that done, Maria and I completely cleaned the turkey/chicken shed, which involved two full truckloads of straw and turkey manure being moved from said shed into the gardens. I think Daddy must just throw more straw in when it gets too disgusting in there, but the result is that the stuff ends up being over a foot thick, which is ridiculous. Anyway, we put in fresh straw and then I deep-cleaned the nest boxes, my perennial Disgusting Task. There were lots and lots of rotten turkey eggs, so I took them out in the woods behind the house and threw them at trees. >:D They exploded into greyish yellow fizz and horrific smells, it was really fun.

Aaaand we also did our first hive inspection on the bees! They are doing super well, they have brood EVERYWHERE and it looks really nice, and we actually got to see some bees being born, SO COOL. Also there was even a frame full of honey. We about died from squee. You have to do hive inspections weekly, and we did ours last Friday, so to-morrow is the next one. Since finding out I am deathly allergic, we had to invest in a bee jumpsuit for me. I look awesome, like some kind of space dude with my smoker and bee brush.

And then Maria got me to weed her peanuts and okra while she weeded the corn, and it was actually really fun. Also, the poults and chicks are SO cute. ALSO, I finally submitted my art to the selling place, fingers crossed that that actually works out. I made a giant paper collage paper nautilus!

So to-morrow is work-at-the-library day and get-a-new-hermit-crab day and inspect-the-hive day and maybe-get-my-bike-fixed day and I am feeling reasonably optimistic. My headaches are getting horrifically worse, but I can live with that if everything else is going okay.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Clock Sheep!)
Aaron linked me to this amazing game, which will suck your soul in hardcore. Luckily, it plays pretty quickly--there are only about sixteen levels. And it's a lot of fun!

The herb shop here is doing Facebook trivia where they post their number and a question about an herb and if you call in first with the right answer you win the plant. I just won an oregano. :D

Finals are over and done with and I go home to-morrow, thank God. It is past time and I am more than ready. This morning Steph and I walked into town and went thrift store shopping, which I really shouldn't have done but she was super stressed out and needed a break, so that was more important. She got four very cute dresses, and I got a skirt and a jean halter dress that I will never wear because I'm not pretty enough. Then we stopped at the organic cafe and got smoothies, because she said she wanted to spend money on me. >_> We went with her service dog, who is a darling.

We re-homed Mabon, because a friend of Mama's has a bigger home for him and it's not close to the road so she can let him be an outdoor cat, which is what he really wants. Meanwhile, I have kittens waiting for me, because a barn cat had them in our barn. So yay! Kittens!

And on Wednesday I got to [ profile] mhari! That is the best of all.

Now I am going to see if anyone will indulge me in watching Mega Shark Vs. Giant Octopus.
psalm_onethirtyone: (HEE!)
Oh lord. Okay. So the drag show was to-night. The one where I went as Hugh Hefner, and Shawn was a Playboy Bunny?

We won third place. We won third place. It was incredible. I can't describe the experience to you.

But here are a few of the photos I currently have: I did my own makeup. Also, check out my amazingly manly arm hair. It didn't actually show in the final product because my sleeves were buttoned, but. And my hair has Reed Richards stripes because that's what Hef has in some of the pictures. And that pipe is my grandfather's. And to-day is Hugh Hefner's birthday. Or yesterday. Anyway, I hope someone else has photos, especially of our act, because it went so beautifully.

Also, Jen is sleeping in my bed. I wonder if I can get her to make room for me.
psalm_onethirtyone: (This is My Way out of This)
Christos anesti!

Good: it is Easter, and I'm so glad. I think Holy Week is my very favourite liturgical holiday. I mean, Christmas is good, and important, but Easter just feels so immediate, and without Easter Christmas wouldn't mean anything. Plus I love everything about it, from Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesdays to the forty-seven days of Lent that just about KILL YOU but bring you so much closer to God because you remember WHY you're dying. And then Palm Sunday, with the procession of palms, and Maundy Thursday when we get together and wash each other's feet and eat a passover kind of meal--bread and lamb and wine--and then go quietly, shrouding the church in black veils and stripping the altar because Jesus has been taken away.

Then on Good Friday we fast and mourn in the empty church, and on Holy Saturday we prepare, we are so full of the anticipation of relief, we fill the church with lillies and white roses and daffodils, and get all the food ready for the Easter feasting, and we know it's only a little while until the sorrow time is over and Jesus comes back to us--

And then we wake up on Easter Sunday and everything is joyful again. In my house, we still hide eggs, and we write clues for each other and hide our Easter baskets, so we have to go hunting all over for them. Then we go to service and the church is stuffed, and I was eucharistic minister to-day, so I wore my long black robe and my little alb and served wine to my elders and all the children (which is difficult, because I can't see their little mouths, and half the time I miss. >_> but they help out a bit). Then we rush home so we can pile all the food into the car and drive to my aunt's. That's not the fun part, because nobody really likes my Dad's side of the family that much, but Maria and I spent two hours on the cookies last night, decorating them in our usual obsessive-compulsive fashion, and Mama made a beautiful lamb cake that I stole the head off for Charlie.

And I borrowed a hymnal, because the Easter hymns are my favourites, and I wanted to be able to hum them and know the lyrics; and also because I am writing a Galahad/Percy fic for Easter and wanted reference materials.

And now I'm back at school with my bounty of food (enough to kill someone, I think), and the fasting is over, and I got to wear my beautiful Easter skirt. We took the Quaker out on Holy Saturday and he didn't even embarrass us in front of the Mennonites, and I learned to cook the rosemary solution for my shampoo by myself. Also we started the incubator with fourteen turkey eggs in it!

Now I have an essay to write, but I feel--reasonably hopeful about it? Less stressed out. It feels doable. I'll start to-morrow when I get the rest of the materials for it. It's due Thursday. I'll manage. I'm skipping Anthro to-morrow so I can be well-rested for my other classes that I like better. I'm back with my friends and I like that.

Bad: Mama's work insurance changed, and my meds are no longer covered.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Narwhals Narwhals Swimmin' in the Ocean)
I have a hermit crab!

...which means, of course, that I have spent the last hour looking at websites obsessively, because I have no idea of what proper hermit crab care is. He has a 10 gallon tank with about two inches of sand, a dish of bottled water and a sponge, a dish with foods (I bought crab food at the store, but I put some peanut butter in too because all the sites I checked said they really super like peanut butter), two extra shells, and a box for him to crawl under, because all the sites say that they like to have a hidey-spot.

I also covered it with cardboard and a wet paper towel to try and make/trap humidity, since all the sites also have humidity in like all caps and glittery text and everything. The problem is I know nothing about how to gauge humidity, so I will probably have to cave and get a gauge or something, as soon as I can find somewhere that sells them. Maybe Dani would consider driving me to State College or somewhere they have fancy pet stores that are open on the weekend.

Any advice would be extremely welcome.

His name is Percivale, because he's a hermit in the desert, and during the day he was really, really active, but he got very quiet at night. He's also more active when he's sitting on me, which I think is because I have a higher body temperature and so that makes him feel more alert. I'm worried about him getting too cold--I made sure our window is closed, because it's been frosting at night, and our dorms aren't that well-heated. I'm not sure whether it would be okay to turn the lamp on at him or not.

He's so beautiful! And so curious, and he loves climbing. He also loves my watch, he finds it really fascinating. Everything says that hermit crabs like to play, so to-morrow I'm going to try to find maybe some things for him to play with, like non-piney wood and stuff. Also, apparently they like grass. So I will bring him some grass.

He's the first thing that's made me feel alive this whole week. Which I realise, and I'm going to try not to pin too many hopes and dreams. But I've been so miserable and sick and my anxiety and depression have been so much worse, but I feel better by just stacks when I'm playing with him.

I really hope he's warm enough. Maybe I'll fiddle with the thermostat, not that it ever does any good.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Snow White)
Two items:

One. I sat up until three last night talking with Shawn (or, more accurately, bumming around on the computer while Shawn talked to me), and I'm not mad at him any more. I just feel sorry for him. Some assholes are mad, not born.

Two. Our college finally cancelled classes for the snow! We have about two feet and it's really ridiculous that they didn't do this earlier, since most of the walkways are badly or not entirely cleared, and there's a thin layer of ice on everything. Connie at Health and Wellness was complaining yesterday about how many people have come in after having slipped and fallen (she also said that she was not coming into work to-day whether or not they cancelled classes, so this is good for her!). Anyway, this means I don't have to do my French exam. And now I'm going back to sleep.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Cephalopods Need Heart)
On a better note, check out this awesome article that [ profile] nowgoesquickly sent to me!
psalm_onethirtyone: (Fangirling Worse)
Saw Sherlock Holmes again. JUST AS GOOD AS LAST TIME. [ profile] gileonnen should write me fic, because it is just her kind of movie and just her kind of pairing. STEAMPUNK DETECTIVES WHO ARE TOTALLY MARRIED. SUBTLE MOCKERY OF THE DA VINCI CODE. MARY WATSON NOT GETTING VILIFIED. DRUNKEN FLY-MANIPULATION USING VIOLINS. HELLS TO THE YES.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Gross Things are Cool!)
This however I do approve of.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Only Time Gold Doesn't Sink)
OH MAN GUYS. This is the CUTEST FROG I HAVE EVER SEEN. Look at its big black eyes. They are so beautiful. Omg. I really wish I could have one.

Also, this is not, in fact, a placenta; it is a Giant Slime Star (Hymenaster).

Other super awesome and subjectively gross links for to-day include:

videos )
psalm_onethirtyone: (Dye My Eyes and Call Me Pretty)
How to Be Disappointed: A Handy Guide.

-->Go to store
Went to store!

-->Do you have a giftcard?

-->Find a store with cute dresses
Wet Seal! Oooh, I've never been in a Wet Seal before. Oooh!

-->Find cute dress
Oooh, it's denim!

-->Find fitting room
Whyyy to employees in clothing stores always make you feel so awkward about using the fitting room, anyway?

-->Is dress one size too small? Dammit. )

How to be Gratified: Guide 2

-->Go to second-hand shop
I love the second-hand shop!

-->Do they have cute denim dress very similar to dress in chain clothing store?

-->Inspect price sticker
...Ten dollars.

-->Run gleefully out of store with new dress

And I'm not really out that much for the other one, it's just. I have never payed twenty-five dollars for a dress before. >_< It seems really kind of awful. But! I got a skirt that looks like origami at the second-hand shop for two dollars, so ha. And I also got, um, some new horror movies that I don't need. >_> Um. And the store also had Black Sheep, which I have been dying for for-ever (IT'S A HORROR MOVIE! WITH SHEEP! It's basically the movie version of what would happen if all my stuffed sheep on my bed ever came alive and decided they hated me! I really, really want it), but it was a new copy instead of used and cost fifteen dollars.

To-morrow I am going to Boston! And on Friday through August 3 I will be with [ profile] mhari. Wheeee!


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