The Crow and the Powderpuff is giving away some pretty great stuff- two Wet N'Wild palettes, a full-sized Sugarpill shadow, and some other goodies that are way awesome!
Check it out here: http://ladycrowx.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-giveaway-just-because-i-love.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheCrowAndThePowderpuff+%28The+Crow+and+the+powderpuff%29
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Long time, no posting.
I've been in a weird mood lately. I'm so easily depressed at the moment... I have no idea if it's some sort of hormonal imbalance, or a side effect of my birth control, or what.
It feels like I cry all the time. Just tonight, I was on the phone with my mom, telling her I found these two prints I had ordered for her a few years ago for Christmas that had ended up with my stuff... and I've had them for a long time. They've been in my room for AT LEAST two years, and I've always known my stepdad didn't want them in the living room or the kitchen because they "didn't match", which is laughable because that is the most schizophrenic design scheme I've ever seen- beach stuff, wine stuff, Italy stuff, classical statues, vintage things... Yeah. Some motif he's got going on in there.
But tonight, it seemed so much worse... Yeah, it's always hurt that my present for my mom wasn't good enough and I ended up with it, but this is the first time I've mentioned it. Somehow I just couldn't keep from saying something... My mom didn't even remember, she had to think about it for a minute because it had been so long since she'd seen either picture. It's a small thing, not really important, but it kind of hurts to think that a gift bought out of love wouldn't be good enough to be displayed with stuff bought at a yard sale.
Anyway... End rant.
It feels like I cry all the time. Just tonight, I was on the phone with my mom, telling her I found these two prints I had ordered for her a few years ago for Christmas that had ended up with my stuff... and I've had them for a long time. They've been in my room for AT LEAST two years, and I've always known my stepdad didn't want them in the living room or the kitchen because they "didn't match", which is laughable because that is the most schizophrenic design scheme I've ever seen- beach stuff, wine stuff, Italy stuff, classical statues, vintage things... Yeah. Some motif he's got going on in there.
But tonight, it seemed so much worse... Yeah, it's always hurt that my present for my mom wasn't good enough and I ended up with it, but this is the first time I've mentioned it. Somehow I just couldn't keep from saying something... My mom didn't even remember, she had to think about it for a minute because it had been so long since she'd seen either picture. It's a small thing, not really important, but it kind of hurts to think that a gift bought out of love wouldn't be good enough to be displayed with stuff bought at a yard sale.
Anyway... End rant.
Monday, August 1, 2011
People suck.
Okay, so I must have missed a memo or something because when did it become alright to make fun of people in public?
Today was a pretty quiet day. I got up early, hung out for a few hours, saw a movie, and went to the store to pick up a couple of things. I chose to wear a black and white lace dress, black leggings, my everyday shoes. My makeup was pretty simple- sheer, white eyeshadow with multicolored sparkles, black eyeliner, and shimmery blue lipgloss. I didn't choose a blue lippie to "be different", attract attention, scare children, or anything. I simply wanted to wear this really cool color that I'd never worn in public; I'd only ever played with it at home.
I got some stares. That's okay, blue lips aren't something you see every day. A little girl freaked out when she saw me, that's okay too. It was cute so I let it slide.
What got to me was this grown woman pointing me out to her friend and quietly laughing at me. While I was looking right at her and could plainly see what she was doing. Now, I realize that I had something weird on my face, but that doesn't give her license to make fun of me. I didn't point and laugh at her because she was wearing pyjamas in public. I wouldn't stoop that low.
I'd been totally fine up until that moment. But the second I realized someone was ridiculing me, I couldn't help but feel a bit low.
Maybe I'm just tired. I do have to get up and go to school tomorrow.
If I have something else to say, I'll post it. Until then...
Today was a pretty quiet day. I got up early, hung out for a few hours, saw a movie, and went to the store to pick up a couple of things. I chose to wear a black and white lace dress, black leggings, my everyday shoes. My makeup was pretty simple- sheer, white eyeshadow with multicolored sparkles, black eyeliner, and shimmery blue lipgloss. I didn't choose a blue lippie to "be different", attract attention, scare children, or anything. I simply wanted to wear this really cool color that I'd never worn in public; I'd only ever played with it at home.
I got some stares. That's okay, blue lips aren't something you see every day. A little girl freaked out when she saw me, that's okay too. It was cute so I let it slide.
What got to me was this grown woman pointing me out to her friend and quietly laughing at me. While I was looking right at her and could plainly see what she was doing. Now, I realize that I had something weird on my face, but that doesn't give her license to make fun of me. I didn't point and laugh at her because she was wearing pyjamas in public. I wouldn't stoop that low.
I'd been totally fine up until that moment. But the second I realized someone was ridiculing me, I couldn't help but feel a bit low.
Maybe I'm just tired. I do have to get up and go to school tomorrow.
If I have something else to say, I'll post it. Until then...
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
(Nearly) Everything is WRONG.
The last week has been... very trying, to say the least.
I've moved into my new house, I started at my new school today, and my fucking A/C unit is dead so I have to get that replaced... I would've appreciated knowing that before I sat there in a 95-degree house waiting for the repair guy to show up (I was told 2-6 PM, he showed up at 8:30 PM) all Goddamned day on Monday.
I've barely been eating. Just enough to keep me going. I don't do well in this heat and when it's oppressively hot no matter where you go or what you do, it's hard to even think about food without wanting to barf. I haven't slept more than 3-5 hours a night since my birthday. So for about a week I've been surviving on air and stress and less than I ate when I was five years old. Imagine how fun that's been.
Aside from all that... I think I'll like my new school. It's a tightly-run ship. The owner is very well-respected in the industry- she's helped design equipment and skincare lines all over the world. It's well worth the $7500 I'm paying to go there. Much more professional than my old school, and it's so clean and nice-looking.
I'm getting cable and internet installed on Saturday so I'll be able to post when I have something else to say. Until then.
I've moved into my new house, I started at my new school today, and my fucking A/C unit is dead so I have to get that replaced... I would've appreciated knowing that before I sat there in a 95-degree house waiting for the repair guy to show up (I was told 2-6 PM, he showed up at 8:30 PM) all Goddamned day on Monday.
I've barely been eating. Just enough to keep me going. I don't do well in this heat and when it's oppressively hot no matter where you go or what you do, it's hard to even think about food without wanting to barf. I haven't slept more than 3-5 hours a night since my birthday. So for about a week I've been surviving on air and stress and less than I ate when I was five years old. Imagine how fun that's been.
Aside from all that... I think I'll like my new school. It's a tightly-run ship. The owner is very well-respected in the industry- she's helped design equipment and skincare lines all over the world. It's well worth the $7500 I'm paying to go there. Much more professional than my old school, and it's so clean and nice-looking.
I'm getting cable and internet installed on Saturday so I'll be able to post when I have something else to say. Until then.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Glitter is My Crack is having a giveaway!
Check it out here- Blix has got two full collections of eyeshadows (Shifty-Eyed and Murder Mystery) and a full collection of lipsticks (1920's), as well as some really cool jewelry she made herself.
http://themoonmaiden-blix.blogspot.com/2011/07/morgana-cryptoria-makeup-and-moon.html
http://themoonmaiden-blix.blogspot.com/2011/07/morgana-cryptoria-makeup-and-moon.html
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
So I'm getting a house.
We're supposed to go up on Thursday to sign the paperwork.
I'm so stressed out right now it's not even funny- I have so much shit to pack up and organize. So it'll be quiet over here for a few days, not that I'm assuming anyone cares.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go throw some books into a box.
I'm so stressed out right now it's not even funny- I have so much shit to pack up and organize. So it'll be quiet over here for a few days, not that I'm assuming anyone cares.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go throw some books into a box.
Monday, June 13, 2011
What a disappointment.
Last night, I decided to give a movie another try. Several months ago, I saw that a movie called The Pledge was playing on TV. Having heard that it was really great from a few online friends, or at least parts of it, I turned it on to see what they were talking about.
The scene I'd come in on was the interrogation of Toby Jay Wadenah (played by the always-brilliant Benicio Del Toro, who was wearing some truly heinous extensions), a mentally handicapped Native American suspected of raping and brutally murdering a seven-year-old girl. The scene was intense, engaging, and a little sad, because Stan Krolak (Aaron Eckhart), the detective who was interviewing him, was clearly suggesting and leading to get a confession because he knew that Toby would be an easy target. The first time I watched it, I turned the channel after Stan's little victory dance when Toby confessed. It made me so angry; if you have any passing knowledge of how to deal with mentally handicapped people, you know that everything about the way Detective Krolak handled the interrogation was wrong. Toby had nothing to do with the girl's murder, and he was so guilt-ridden (because he'd been convinced that he'd committed the crime) that he took an officer's gun and shot himself in the station. I cried both times I watched it.
That was the best scene, but the second best came a while later, when former detective Jerry Black (a very understated performance by Jack Nicholson) was continuing the investigation, even though the case had been closed because of Toby's confession. Black went to visit Jim Olsted (Mickey Rourke), whose daughter had disappeared a few years before, to get information out of him. Now, I know Mickey Rourke was kind of a joke for a long time, but he is an amazing actor. He made me absolutely believe that he'd lost this little girl, that he was still holding out hope that she would be found, because that was all he had left. It was heartbreaking.
After that, the movie pretty much completely derails. It might as well be a different story, because the original premise is only referred to in passing. It was ridiculous. And the ending was so disappointing- the killer is never caught, even though you know who it is. You know how he was reeling these little girls in, what kind of car he drives, that they all call him "the Wizard"... But he dies in a car accident before he arrives to claim his last victim, where Jerry Black and Stan Krolak were staked out to catch him.
The worst thing was that it was so great for the first half of the movie. It was almost as if they wrote it in succession and just gave up towards the end. Half an hour could've just been left out, and then with that cop-out of an ending... Ugh. So much wasted potential.
EDIT: I thought I would add some pictures of those extensions... They don't look as bad in these screenshots but I can tell you right now, to the trained eye, they are PAINFUL to look at.
Also, I want to shave that ridiculous pornstache off Aaron Eckhart's face. Bad. It does NOT suit him at all.
The scene I'd come in on was the interrogation of Toby Jay Wadenah (played by the always-brilliant Benicio Del Toro, who was wearing some truly heinous extensions), a mentally handicapped Native American suspected of raping and brutally murdering a seven-year-old girl. The scene was intense, engaging, and a little sad, because Stan Krolak (Aaron Eckhart), the detective who was interviewing him, was clearly suggesting and leading to get a confession because he knew that Toby would be an easy target. The first time I watched it, I turned the channel after Stan's little victory dance when Toby confessed. It made me so angry; if you have any passing knowledge of how to deal with mentally handicapped people, you know that everything about the way Detective Krolak handled the interrogation was wrong. Toby had nothing to do with the girl's murder, and he was so guilt-ridden (because he'd been convinced that he'd committed the crime) that he took an officer's gun and shot himself in the station. I cried both times I watched it.
That was the best scene, but the second best came a while later, when former detective Jerry Black (a very understated performance by Jack Nicholson) was continuing the investigation, even though the case had been closed because of Toby's confession. Black went to visit Jim Olsted (Mickey Rourke), whose daughter had disappeared a few years before, to get information out of him. Now, I know Mickey Rourke was kind of a joke for a long time, but he is an amazing actor. He made me absolutely believe that he'd lost this little girl, that he was still holding out hope that she would be found, because that was all he had left. It was heartbreaking.
After that, the movie pretty much completely derails. It might as well be a different story, because the original premise is only referred to in passing. It was ridiculous. And the ending was so disappointing- the killer is never caught, even though you know who it is. You know how he was reeling these little girls in, what kind of car he drives, that they all call him "the Wizard"... But he dies in a car accident before he arrives to claim his last victim, where Jerry Black and Stan Krolak were staked out to catch him.
The worst thing was that it was so great for the first half of the movie. It was almost as if they wrote it in succession and just gave up towards the end. Half an hour could've just been left out, and then with that cop-out of an ending... Ugh. So much wasted potential.
EDIT: I thought I would add some pictures of those extensions... They don't look as bad in these screenshots but I can tell you right now, to the trained eye, they are PAINFUL to look at.
Note how close Stan's getting here. It gets weirder.
See!? What the fuck is up with this interrogation?
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
People on the Internet suck.
Okay, so I belong to this conspiracy theory board (cos I'm a nut case like that), and I'm honestly getting a little frustrated.
See, we also talk a lot about religion, which is fine if everyone can post without making an ass out of themselves. But everyone is so disrespectful, it's insane.
I once brought up the "Paul is Dead" theory and was promptly told I was crazy. Sure, it's okay to speculate that Lady Gaga is the Devil and that Rihanna is an Illuminati puppet, but something rooted in actual forensic science (according to an Italian scientific journal) and reality? THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY. *eyeroll*
Tonight, I've gotten into it with another poster for the second time. See, this kid (I'm assuming it's a kid because the avatar is a picture of Hilary Duff and the English is terrible) keeps reporting people to the mods over nothing and accusing everyone of derailing topics if their post mentions anything other than the OP's subject matter. I called her out on this, and then she said I "keep shoving my opinions down people's throats" and that I'm a hypocrite. And that I shouldn't "preach morality in pantyhose", whatever that means.
The first time I had it out with this person, it was over something I'd written that was pretty badly misinformed, and when I admitted fault, apologized, and tried to make a joke, I was accused of trolling and "sucking up".
I'm tempted to report this person and her dickish behaviour. Give her a taste of her own dick medicine. And yes, that WAS a bad Flight of the Conchords reference.
It's just a little tiring to read every other thread on the message board and see that the same person has been reporting people left and right for the smallest things, when I've never reported anyone once. Ever. And I've been personally attacked before, several times. But I handled it like a fucking adult and addressed the other poster directly rather than involve the mods because they have their hands full as it is.
I really like that message board. I have a lot of fun reading and posting there. But some of the other members make it SO DIFFICULT.
EDIT: Bitch just got reported. She responded to a gay member's post calling her a poe (a troll who constantly preaches about religion and/or morality) that read "Looks like we've got a poe!" And then it had a picture of a poe from Ocarina of Time. Her response? "Looks like we have a fagget picture." Her typo, not mine. So I reported the post and explained to the mods that I tried to address her directly without involving them but this was going too far. Hopefully it won't come back on me, because I did derail the thread a little, but I had a quote from her in every post I made and I was addressing her and only her. Maybe by the time I sign back on there'll be one less troll on that message board.
See, we also talk a lot about religion, which is fine if everyone can post without making an ass out of themselves. But everyone is so disrespectful, it's insane.
I once brought up the "Paul is Dead" theory and was promptly told I was crazy. Sure, it's okay to speculate that Lady Gaga is the Devil and that Rihanna is an Illuminati puppet, but something rooted in actual forensic science (according to an Italian scientific journal) and reality? THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY. *eyeroll*
Tonight, I've gotten into it with another poster for the second time. See, this kid (I'm assuming it's a kid because the avatar is a picture of Hilary Duff and the English is terrible) keeps reporting people to the mods over nothing and accusing everyone of derailing topics if their post mentions anything other than the OP's subject matter. I called her out on this, and then she said I "keep shoving my opinions down people's throats" and that I'm a hypocrite. And that I shouldn't "preach morality in pantyhose", whatever that means.
The first time I had it out with this person, it was over something I'd written that was pretty badly misinformed, and when I admitted fault, apologized, and tried to make a joke, I was accused of trolling and "sucking up".
I'm tempted to report this person and her dickish behaviour. Give her a taste of her own dick medicine. And yes, that WAS a bad Flight of the Conchords reference.
It's just a little tiring to read every other thread on the message board and see that the same person has been reporting people left and right for the smallest things, when I've never reported anyone once. Ever. And I've been personally attacked before, several times. But I handled it like a fucking adult and addressed the other poster directly rather than involve the mods because they have their hands full as it is.
I really like that message board. I have a lot of fun reading and posting there. But some of the other members make it SO DIFFICULT.
EDIT: Bitch just got reported. She responded to a gay member's post calling her a poe (a troll who constantly preaches about religion and/or morality) that read "Looks like we've got a poe!" And then it had a picture of a poe from Ocarina of Time. Her response? "Looks like we have a fagget picture." Her typo, not mine. So I reported the post and explained to the mods that I tried to address her directly without involving them but this was going too far. Hopefully it won't come back on me, because I did derail the thread a little, but I had a quote from her in every post I made and I was addressing her and only her. Maybe by the time I sign back on there'll be one less troll on that message board.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Goddamn thieves, the lot of them!
I swear to God, I'm so ready to get out of this town.
This afternoon, I went out to my car, just going on a little drive to get out and clear my head a bit. I noticed that my CD insert (it used to be attached to my visor but that fell off) was no longer in the passenger seat, and my phone charger was out. I panicked, checked everywhere, and my fucking GPS is gone. That's all, but it's a big fucking deal- it's $300 I don't have to spend right now and I need it because I'm moving to an area I'm unfamiliar with. I've only ever been to Austell to go to Six Flags.
I screamed, I cried, I considered running down some tourists in my car. I think we should all be very glad I don't have access to a gun, because you can be sure I'd be out there interrogating people on the beach until I found someone who knew something. Hell, with everything that's been going on and my level of anger at just having to live here, it wouldn't take much to push me over an edge right now. Crazy runs DEEP down my mom's side of the family and I could snap at any moment.
I feel like I'm pretty mellow most of the time, but there's the few occasions, like today, where I have this bottomless pit of rage inside me and I can't figure out how to get rid of it. I honestly believe that if I'd been given the chance I'd have snapped someone's neck. And I don't like that. I don't like feeling pure, black, thick hatred like boiling tar inside my head and my heart.
I know I need therapy. Really. But I can't afford it, and I can't take another touchy-feely New Age hippie that constantly reminds me I'm in a safe place. I FUCKING GET IT. Phobias and neuroses and psychosis don't have to make sense, they're mental illness. Like, I know intellectually that not everyone is judging me silently (and sometimes not silently), but I feel that way. I can't fucking help that.
But, anyway... I've got to get back to packing my shit up. Later.
This afternoon, I went out to my car, just going on a little drive to get out and clear my head a bit. I noticed that my CD insert (it used to be attached to my visor but that fell off) was no longer in the passenger seat, and my phone charger was out. I panicked, checked everywhere, and my fucking GPS is gone. That's all, but it's a big fucking deal- it's $300 I don't have to spend right now and I need it because I'm moving to an area I'm unfamiliar with. I've only ever been to Austell to go to Six Flags.
I screamed, I cried, I considered running down some tourists in my car. I think we should all be very glad I don't have access to a gun, because you can be sure I'd be out there interrogating people on the beach until I found someone who knew something. Hell, with everything that's been going on and my level of anger at just having to live here, it wouldn't take much to push me over an edge right now. Crazy runs DEEP down my mom's side of the family and I could snap at any moment.
I feel like I'm pretty mellow most of the time, but there's the few occasions, like today, where I have this bottomless pit of rage inside me and I can't figure out how to get rid of it. I honestly believe that if I'd been given the chance I'd have snapped someone's neck. And I don't like that. I don't like feeling pure, black, thick hatred like boiling tar inside my head and my heart.
I know I need therapy. Really. But I can't afford it, and I can't take another touchy-feely New Age hippie that constantly reminds me I'm in a safe place. I FUCKING GET IT. Phobias and neuroses and psychosis don't have to make sense, they're mental illness. Like, I know intellectually that not everyone is judging me silently (and sometimes not silently), but I feel that way. I can't fucking help that.
But, anyway... I've got to get back to packing my shit up. Later.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Just a quick update! But some big news!
So, I've got something exciting to tell you all...
I'm moving! Into a house! My very own house!
It's about 15 minutes away from Six Flags, and it's in a nice, quiet neighbourhood that should be really safe. We've got to replace the carpets and paint the walls, but it'll be my own place.
All I have to do once I get moved in is find a roommate, which should be easier once I start school, and I'm only asking $250 plus bills in rent to cover the house payments. I'll find someone in no time.
Anyway, that's all for now. Will post more if I think of something!
I'm moving! Into a house! My very own house!
It's about 15 minutes away from Six Flags, and it's in a nice, quiet neighbourhood that should be really safe. We've got to replace the carpets and paint the walls, but it'll be my own place.
All I have to do once I get moved in is find a roommate, which should be easier once I start school, and I'm only asking $250 plus bills in rent to cover the house payments. I'll find someone in no time.
Anyway, that's all for now. Will post more if I think of something!
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