Saturday, August 29, 2009

Growing Ripples

Haha! Ripples, not nipples. Perv. I'm super psyched at how the room is coming along. I think I'm getting close to the end of the clothes. . . . depending on what's under and at the end of the bed. I'm kind of scared of that particular area. Mad props to Aaron who took his own initiative in picking up another tub and putting his figures into it to keep 'em safe. Also for fixing the air conditioner! Yay!! I was getting kind of worried that removing the stuff was just creating more space for the a/c to cool and overtaxing it . . . turned out it just needed a really good deep-down cleaning with a toothbrush. lol Now it's actually cool in here. Also probably helps that it's cooler outside at the moment, but there have been times where it's nice outside and still super hot in here. Not now, though. Now it's getting downright chilly. Hurray!

I think it's kind of interesting that as the layers of junk are being peeled away, not only are we finding stuff that's been long thought lost (like the cap to the flash drive), but people from the past are showing up unexpectedly as well. With any luck the clock is turning back, in a way, and things around here will return to normal soon. That would be nice.

Everyone wish Aaron good luck. He put in an application for the Spirit Store. *fingers crossed* We caught 'em early this year, and it's a fantastic opportunity.

It seems like a fair share of the people I talk to are having. . . interesting dreams, to say the least. Disturbing might be more accurate. If anybody else is experiencing this phenomenon and would like to share, please do. I'm curious as to how far this is spreading.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Killer Dream?

Even as I sit here, five minutes removed from waking, the details are getting a little fuzzy, but I'll be damned. I've had psychotic dreams before but this one . . . heh. Staring at the computer screen it seems a bit silly almost but I was only asleep for 3 hours so I want to try and get this out before I lay back down.

We lived here. Only the surrounding area was like it was when there were trees. It was a little different, but I'll get to that. My dad was here, but Clint was also here. I don't know if he was living here or just staying or what, but him, Aaron and I were goofing around in the middle of the night. . . . we were looking for something, picking something up . . . before the last exiting turn of the driveway (where the old dead tree in my "other" pics used to be) if you kept going straight there was, in the dream, almost a path and there was something there we were going to take care of before going to bed or whatever. Aaron was off to the left (towards the mailbox) and Clint was dead ahead as I was coming down the driveway. He called to me, said there was something I had to see. So I come up to him and whatever we were gathering was laying about but that's not what was important. There was kind of a drop-off (which there isn't, there's a junk yard in that direction) and if we were really quiet we could hear almost a girl-child's sing-song voice. The more I listened the clearer it became. I caught "Lana's _something_ _something_" with that many syllables (I'm convinced it was "gonna get you") and down at the bottom of the drop-off we could see a floating white light-ball dancing back and forth like a child at play. At this point we hauled ass back to the house, all three of us, giggling like crazy. We almost run into a car or something coming down the driveway, but it was coming from the direction where there used to be only trees. Hrm. My dad was in the living room sitting on the floor watching tv. I leaned over this bar stool to tell him what happened and he cut me off saying "It doesn't matter, your mother put us on the list and we're moving to Clear Creek". Huh? I don't think I ever got the whole story out. I decide it's no big deal and lay down to go to bed. I start hearing this . . . noise in my ears. It started as almost a buzz-hum then it sounded almost like someone pounding the venetian blinds against the window. I try to ignore it and fall back asleep (at this point I'm not sure I realized I was still dreaming) and it loudens to almost deafening and sounds like someone striking a stack of shelves with a branch or something. All of a sudden there is a flash of a little girl's face in front of my eyes, only slightly warped and the huge mouth is filled with razor sharp teeth. I feel my heart start up! and feel like maybe I almost didn't wake up.

I decide "Fine, I'll get up, let Elvis out and then blog this dream out and go back to bed." So I pick up Elvis and he's fine . . . until I open the front door. It's still dark out and when I go to put him down he starts freaking out! So I shut the door and bring him back into the room. I still intend to blog but there's no way I'm doing it in the dark! I turn on the light but it won't turn on. The computer is still on but the brand new lighbulb is burnt out. Odd, but whatever. I won't be rattled. I'll just get the old bulb from the kitchen. No sweat. I try to turn on lights as I go and none of them are coming on. Whatever, I just need one. There's no way it's the fuse cuz other stuff is on, just the lights won't come on. I keep physically trying to yell at the ghost-girl to go away and she is not welcome here. I can sense her flitting around the outside of the house trying to get in. I can feel my voice-box moving in my throat, but no sound comes out. Pure nightmare fashion. I grab the bulb from on top of the fridge and just for good measure check the bathroom light on my way back. Sure enough, won't come on. Yet I hold onto my old-new lightbulb like some sort of talisman, secure in the fact that it will work. I open up my door wondering which overhead socket to put it in and when I walk in somehow Elvis has gotten himself wedged between the computer and the tv! Upside-down! That's it, he's definitely going outside whether he wants to or not.

The scene that greets me when I open the front door is nothing short of insanity. The door bumps someone standing on the ramp, I see my mom in the yard with a flashlight on, Jet's off by the fence, someone yells "Gracie!" (my neighbor's dog) and Kujo (Sandy's dog) leaps up out of nowhere to nose my face.

I guess that was enough because I finally woke up for real. Through those last two paragraphs I was vaguely aware of myself trying to wake up but my eyes would not stay open. Only 3 hours sleep, remember? Anyway, I feel better having got that out and am sufficiently sure that I'm awake enough to where I won't go back to it.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Shithole: Part 4b?

It's not exactly part of my cleaning agenda but is an organic part of the process I suppose. Cleaning is now opening up to organizing. We picked up a tub to contain all of our ps2 games. It's 36-37 . . . gallons or quarts. lol It's maybe 1/2 the size of the "standard" ones you can find in any color anywhere. And . . . well . . . it's about full. They did all fit and I'm glad for that. We're also keeping the old still-works-but-only-plays-certain-games ps2 in there . . . just in case something bad happens to the new one. Just sucks that for all the replacement ps2s we've picked up we could've gotten a ps3 by now! AH!

Anyway, I passed on laundry last night. I woke up early to drive my dad to the lot (and we took 3 bags of trash up to their dumpster hehehehe) and was just too tired. Does this mean I'm going to double up and do 4 loads tonight? No. Oh, sure, it would help, but then I wouldn't want to do any laundry tomorrow. If I get started at 8:30pm, though, then I shouldn't be up all night waiting for the stupid dryer.

I hope they put that Final Fantasy Dissidia on ps2 . . . . that would be nice. And since it's still not working, we just watching 'Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story'

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sim Video!

Thanks Sandy! Popped over last night to help her assemble a bed (we kicked that bed's ass!) and she kindly let me use her internet to upload my video. Yay! It's in my myspace videos in case it won't load here, but hopefully it will. *fingers crossed* Enjoy your peak into Sims 3:

sim workout

Friday, August 21, 2009

Part 4: The Cleaning Continues

Did I mention the huge mess? Anyway, part 4 has come to me and since I don't have much else to share (unless you want to see more Hello Kitty pictures? Anybody?) here goes. Clothes. There are two big, obvious piles of clothes, plus what is layed out in a thin layer on the floor. Plus whatever's hidden, but I'll get to that when I get to it. A couple of days ago my 1 bag of trash started consisting mainly of chair parts. That big poofy chair? Did I mention that, or just in e-mails? Anyway, the top cushion and one arm are out of here. I'll need to find the handsaw for hardcore dismantling, but in the meantime cushion removal is a good start. But that's trash, not clothes. I'm doing 2 loads a day ( . . . . night). No more. So far this has ended up in a good mix of clothes to wear and clothes to bag up and take into the shed. Yay! I'm starting with the pile behind the door and doing so revealed another cushion . . . possibly an old pillow, so that helped fill the trash bag. So, hurray for clean clothes and the secrets they reveal!

Also, I got a "new" phone today. Yay! No more randomly shutting off mid-text. No more breaking my thumb to push 1/2 the buttons. Yay! Those of you who have my #, it's the same. lol

Well . . . . time to start the 2nd load in the washer and see if I have to re-start the dryer. ^_^ And since it's not working again, for those of you who are interested, we watched 'The Full Monty' last night.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Oh Yes, I Am

Hehe. I mentioned twice that HEB had a Hello Kitty coloring book for $1 so yesterday while we were there Aaron went and grabbed that and a 20 cent pack of crayons for me. Yay! lol Last night I colored in three whole pictures. Oooh, wanna see? Lemme see if I can get a good picture with the camera . . . . . Oooh yeah, here we go:

That's the first one I did. I also colored in one where she's writing a (Japanese, of course) caligraphy note to her pen pal and a Carmen Miranda looking one. Guess what else! The back cover is a cut-out Hello Kitty paper doll! Sweet. I know. You're totally jealous. ^_^ Only $1 at HEB. lol

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Oh thank you SO much!!

As if the days weren't miserable enough with bitch-jinx trolling around the house. As if 100 degrees wasn't hot enough. As if there weren't enough day-to-day frustrations with the stupid construction people working from 7am-6pm. As if. Now we are forbidden to go down our own driveway. Remember the back way we had to go when they screwed up the drain pipe? We're having to go that way for the next two days . . . at least. Luckily my dad got the message to use before we got back to the house. Luckily nutty got the message to him before we got back to the house. Luckily the landlord got the message to nutty before we got back to the house!! *ugh* As if I didn't have a hard enough time getting out of the driveway in the first place, it took us almost 1/2 an hour to re-find the back road to get back in. They have curbs back there now. Which makes me wonder even more if our address is going to change? Are we still going to take our trash clear out to the main road? I wonder if those neighbors in that first house can get out at all? Hell, I wonder how we're supposed to get the trash to the curb tomorrow night! WTF are we supposed to do and why the hell did those bastards end up busting through four whole water pipes today?! Isn't that the sort of thing you're supposed to check out before you go digging around in the dirt? *feh*

On top of all that I video captured a super hilarious video from sims 3 I want so badly to share with all of you . . . . but it's 2.5MB and I can't get it to upload! *cries* Sandy? Honey? Oh super friend of mine? Hehehehehe. I need help.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Dear Friends

Sometimes, for no logical reason at all, I feel lonely. Not a lonliness of isolation, but one of distance. As if every one you care about is standing in a circle around you with their faces outward. Heh. I know this isn't quite the case, but that's the best way to explain it. Lonliness is not a feeling I, as a scorpio especially, am accustomed to. Being alone can be quite satisfying (and I am terrific company to myself), but lonely? Bah.

Perhaps it is something to do with last night's dream. It took place in a school which seemed like a college/high school hybrid. It was one building like a high school, but the classrooms were huge with theatre style seating. Sandy was there, Jarly was there. John was there. Not the John some of you know, John from Germany. Our friendship was often strained by our parents who were also friends but were somehow convinced we would one day marry. Anyway, I think I spent more time in the dream with him than anybody else. I know we were younger because we were about the same height. He was dressed sort of punk-gothy . . . a style I've never seen him in and can barely imagine now that I'm awake. We talked, we laughed, we snuck into a class we had no business in. Then he was gone. There was someone else in the dream . . . he worked in the cafeteria and I'm surprised I don't remember because it was someone who had no business working in the cafeteria. Whoever he was he hooked me up with a pink-frosting cupcake. I don't remember if I've ever eaten in a dream before . . . . maybe I have. If I go to bed kind of hungry. *shrugs*

Heh, maybe between my cleaning out this craphole and my mom going through the POD boxes it's symbolically lifting away layers. Maybe it's just one of those things. Like when you start laughing even though nothing is particularly funny. Maybe it's just that some things never change . . . . . heh. Anyway. I'm gonna go finish up neopets so I can be done with the net before my dad comes home. Y'all take care. *hugs*

Heh. Would ya look at that. Some scientists are finally conceding that, gee, perhaps maybe life could exist in places we thought previously unlivable by adapting to those particular circumstances. Uh . . . duh? Just because we on Earth need water and oxygen doesn't mean those things are universally constant as necessary. Stupid scientists.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Freak Gene

Yes, more sims. I made my green chick a while back and she philandered with one of her co-workers to get pregnant. The only physical trait her son shares with her is her crazy blue eyes. Somehow he didn't end up getting any of her good looks. As a refresher, here is the woman:

Looking bored, but still pretty. Here is her teenage son:

That's actually a decent angle for him because his eyes normally kind of roll up into his head. He was freaking me out trying to get these shots because I'd pause the game and everything would stop, but his head would keep moving for a few more seconds. *shudders* Creepy.
My blue guy had a son that looks just like him. I was waiting outside the school for this creepy bastard to come out and got confused because they're practically carbon copies (blue father and blue son). At least one of the other blue children looks just like her mother. She's the girlfriend of this redheaded stepchild. lol Hrm. For those of you that are confused, no it's not incest. Different family lines.

In other news, we took the crane prize net out. Part of the cleaning expedition. Oh! I signed up for a daily newsletter that one of OWR's former mods used to share every now and then and here's yesterday's:

""The best teachers have shown me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly - we only think it does."
--Joseph Bruchac, ABENAKI"

Nothing is coincidental. I hope to start work on dismantling the big poofy chair today as well. We can't get it out of here in one piece. I'm still not sure how we got it in here in one piece. Well . . . I kinda do, but it's not going out the same way it came in that's for sure.
We tried helping my dad work on the Cougar last night. That was highly unfruitful. We just could not get that stupid fan belt back in place. I think he's going to leave it for the Midas folks when they do the alternator. At least once those two pain in the ass things are taken care of it'll free him up to work on less frustrating parts. ^_^

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Friends With Benefits

Haha. Totally made ya look. Just because I'm super bored with nothing else to talk about, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. Mr. Tweezers. Normally I'm a pretty regular plucker (for good reason) but I lost the good tweezers a while back and haven't yet located them. I picked up another pair and went to town. Wanna see something scary and also kind of hilarious? You do?! Fantastic!

OMFG! *cackles* Just awful. I did end up getting the left to match the right. That's the hardest part, I think, is getting them to match. Otherwise you just look silly, right? I need a stencil or something.

The cleaning is coming along nicely. Today Aaron and I are going to tackle "Dog Food Can Mountain". It's almost like a landmark. A big tacky smelly landmark that I can hardly wait to see disappear. But wait I must because that would surely wake him up and that would kind of defeat one of the main purposes of going slow in the first place. Don't anger the natives!! After that's gone I should be able to get some of these movies back in the stack without breaking my neck in the process. *fingers crossed*

Also picked up a tub of that Shocking Blue manic panic last night. Didn't end up doing my hair yet. I was sleepy. Probably do that tonight.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Perseids a'comin'

So last night was supposed to be the peak of the Perseid meteor shower. Aaron, Sandy and I went out to the lake to get a better view of them. I'm glad we did cuz we only saw about 10 (a couple really good ones, though) and I think we would've missed out completely if we stayed in Killeen. There were clouds and the moon was bright, so that probably had a lot to do with it.
Sandy and I took our bathing suits so we could do a little night swimming. Eventually we also got Aaron into the lake for a bit. ^_^

That's Sandy and I helping each other into the lake. It was very rocky and very slippery. I think everybody slipped at least once. It was nice floating around in nasty fish water again. lol It's been so long. We spent a lot of time just laying on the blankets looking up at the sky and waiting. It really wasn't as spectacular as they had said it would be. We had fun anyway.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Hair Obsession

Okay, so I've been spectacularly bored these past couple of days. Yes, even with the cleaning. The dishwasher takes a while. :-p I'm almost all caught up on the dishes though! Yay!! ^_^ Anyway, the other day I tried making a picture of my different hairs that morphed from one into the other. I think if i had more where I was facing at least mostly forward that would have worked out better. It was just freaky watching my nose leap from one side of the picture to the other. Really wasn't sexy. I endd up doing it with the regular transition and it came out okay (minus one of the pictures only stayed 1/2 as long as the rest so it still ended up funny lookin') but it was 3MB!! Which I know isn't a problem for you hi-speeders. Piss off. lol So yesterday I ended up spending hours at at first figuring out which of their colors I needed to refresh my blue (since I don't need bleach yet so I'm not gonna pay for bleach, also the consistency when I redid Sandy's hair was alot better than the Splat) and ended up going through all the pictures of all the people who sent in their cool hair pictures. So, anyway, I made two collages yesterday. The first one I made with my own hair pictures:

The second one is my favorites from the manicpanic site:

Yeah, I had to include papa smurf there. lol Welcome to my boredom.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Tides of Change

The mark of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Also, a person must cultivate the types of energy they want manifested around them. Through a combination of actions and perceptions we create our own realities. A penny saved is a penny earned. . . . . wait, that last one doesn't fit, but good advice anyway. ^_^

So where does a person start to create positive change? I mean, you could wait around waiting for good things to happen, but that usually results in the Fates giving you a swift kick in your ass forcing you to make tough decisions. Best to be pro-active. Very few people can keep up with radical steps for long-term change. Sometimes it does work out, but old habits die hard. In some cases very hard. We are, after all, creatures of habit. So we start start slow.

I guess in my case slow is relative. Changing my hair was a sort of catalyst. Instant can't-miss results showing that "things are different". A constant reminder of the journey. Which brings me to part 2, I suppose. The journey. I mentioned re-reading Duma Key. As far as creating change it seems pretty insignificant I suppose. But here's the thing, the only time I've ever tried to re-read fiction is when I forget what the book's about. By page 20 I remember everything and stop the 2nd read-through. In the case of Duma Key, I remember the book. Not every cover-to-cover detail, but close. I enjoyed the story, sure, but it's certainly not in my Top 5 King Favorites. I think it's more symbolic. A big theme within the book is change. And since I already know what happens I don't have to rush through it to find out. I can take my time and enjoy the journey. Yeah. Definitely symbolic.

Part 3 is more productive long-term. Our room . . . . is a mess. A horrid mess. Possibly years of piled up garbage and crap and who-knows what else? This has to change. If it were just me, myself and I, I could have it cleaned up in 4 hours no sweat. But it's not. There is a pile that supports Elvis' food dish so he can reach it. There is stuff in here that doesn't belong to me, personally. Things, like our movies, are staying and need to be accounted for. I used to have a fun little system I'd use to clean my room. I'd take a blank piece of paper and my handful of multi-colored pens. I'd draw my room and all the furniture, then make a grid on the floor of the picture. I'd survey the room, seeing where the most crap is and deciding what needs to be gotten to for most effective cleaning; then I'd number the grid and furniture on the picture. I'd move around the room moving from square 1 (in front of the door) all the way up to the last (usually about 30 in all) and Xing off the picture as I went along. It was fun. I haven't gotten it to quite work lately. What I'm doing instead (so as not to anger the natives) is limiting myself to taking out 1 big bag of trash a day. I mean, that has to be more than we bring in, even on a big spend day. So progress will be made. Dishes will be taken out as I come across them and if things need to be taken to the shed then that will also be done as I come to it.

Elements of change. Haven't even thought of Part 4 yet, what it could possibly be. I'll know it when it comes up, though.

Friday, August 7, 2009

It's a Small World

And the gods enjoy fucking with me, I think. How weird is it that I run into someone that knows David? (Not the cool one, the other one) Apparently he's been talking about me. A lot. That's . . . both disturbing and sad. I'm sure none of it's good, and that's a shame. See, the truly awe inspiring strangeness is that not too long ago I was thinking about him. Thinking, it really wasn't all bad, so maybe I should cut him some slack. Even entertained the idea of blogging about the good times we did have. Heh. Here's the thing. I was good to him. Damn good. Until he started getting on my case about cheating on him. Which I wasn't at the time. If he would have just taken my word for it and freakin' trusted me then we could have moved on. But he was too insecure for that. I put up with it for a bit (cuz I'm a tenderheart) but after about the 20th grand inquisition I'd had enough. I did start cheating on him. With his friends, my friends, out in public, with him in the house. We broke up 3 or 4 times and I kept taking him back. Which is why we must all thank Sandy cuz if she hadn't pushed so hard for Aaron and I to get together then the cycle may have continued. Maybe not cuz by then I was pretty fed up, but it's scary to think about. I tell ya, it's not so weird to be asked "How long have you lived in Killeen", even when it seems like the person might recognize you. But when he said "Do you happen to know a guy named David ____?" I seriously think my heart stopped. Like, damn, we were getting along so well and now he's going to hate me; but as in the past that was not the case. I'm glad for that. Not because I don't want him to have friends or even someone in his corner, but it really would have put a damper on the night. lol And this guy's cool, so . . . . yeah. For those of you who do (did) know him, heh, it would seem he hasn't changed. Which is sad in a way, but I guess kinda good. Right? Hypothetically? Hrm. Heh, back when I was feeling . . . . generous, I guess, I had to ask myself 'Do I hate him?' I know I did, quite fiercely. I don't think I have for a while, though. 'Do I feel bad?' Kinda. Yeah. It would have been best for everyone if we had just stayed broken up the first time, really. I should have (and probably did) known that but . . . *shrugs* . . . I try to see the best in people? Or, maybe, after a while there was a part of me that got off on hurting him? I think, yes, for a little while. Mostly I just wanted him to man up. Either break up with me or give me a reason not to cheat. Cuz he knew! I know he knew. Everyone knew. And I'm pretty sure he cheated on me, and I'm pretty sure I know who with. Heh. At least, I know who he seriously wanted to. Would I have broken up with him over it if I had proof? Would I have just held it over his head? I honestly don't know. In either case, I'll be honest enough to say that, yes, at times I was cruel but . . . . what can I say? Stupid high school bullshit. If he hates me over something he started then that's his right. I just really hope that whatever shit he's saying behind my back is true. I could live with that. But at least I'm man enough to admit that there were good times, too. So there you have it, for whatever it's worth.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

More Sims 3

Are you tired of hearing about it yet? Hehehe. Tough! Okay, I tried to say yesterday (and ended up getting kicked off the computer) that I finally uploaded some pictures of my blue skinned Romeo, along with a picture of my new chick. Flora. She's green skinned with purple hair and ice-blue eyes. I figured out how to de-mongoloid the heads in CAS so she's much prettier than my first chick. She is an interesting Sim. She's a vegetarian, handy, green thumb, loner . . . and something else. I put her house out in the middle of nowhere so she gets the "isolation" moodlet which helps. She wants to be a creature-robot cross-breader so she's in the science career. She freaks out every day at work cuz of all the people around her. lol But she pushes through and hasn't had a nervous breakdown yet . . . I don't know if that's a feature, but it could be. Every day at work she "Assists boss with research" and so far her boss is her only friend. Cuz she's a loner and she likes it that way.
One really cool feature I think I've mentioned in passing is the bookshelves. She does a lot of reading (she's not a technophobe, but she avoids TV and radio cuz the news is depressing) to keep her happiness up and it comes up a lot at work. Ya know, read this book to help with your job skills and it doesn't really, but the title of the book is relevant and it increases your relationship with your boss so it kinda does. So now she has two bookcases.

I mentioned that the books are actually in the cases and here it is. She has one bookcase for job and skill building books and one case for her fiction novels that she's read. I love that! Also note that it's the same book shelf but that one is more full looking than the other, because it is! Okay, so she's a vegetarian, right? She buys the same hot dogs and burger patties as everyone else, but when she prepares them they're tofu dogs and veggie burgers. ^_^ Sweet. Also in CAS when picking her favorite food they only had vegetarian options available to pick. Much better than pretending and making a conscious decision to feed your sim only veggie options.
Which brings me to the update we just downloaded. I've told a couple of you, but now here it is for the rest of y'all: They're working on the first expansion pack! It's called "World Adventure" and your sim will be able to travel to China, Egypt and France. I don't know how it's going to work with the no loading time and the way the neighborhoods are set up, though. I guess I'm still stuck in Sims 2 mindset. We will see. Sims will be able to explore the pyramids and learn martial arts. Other than that I don't know. I checked the site and it was the same information as in the update. Also, I kinda wish they had done like they did for Bon Voyage and make up places (names at least) instead of using real world places, but whatever. Maybe they'll rename 'em before release. Which does not yet have a date. Could be months, could be weeks. Which means, Sandy, if it works like 2 then you can use our Sims 3 when we get the EP. I still need to go over there and get my discs back. :-p And, ya know, fix your hair.
Just a quick little tidbit about the pictures I uploaded, since I don't know if the whole captions show up or not. The oldest one is of my mom and her parents when she was . . . maybe 2? I just love the authenticity in that one. Then there's one of my mom, her freshman class photo. She was picked on a lot in HS for being "ugly" and I really don't understand why. Maybe I'm biased? I mean, I don't really look like her so it's not self-defence or anything. *shrugs* There's the government housing we lived in in Colorado with, I assume, the Rocky Mountains behind. I was only 2ish at the time so I coudn't really appreciate the view. One of me that's kind of blurry, but it's also in Colorado at the Will Rogers Shrine of the Sun . . . whatever that is. Oh! Here we are:

Cool. I have some more pictures of that if anyone really cares. Then there's one of me on my grandparents porch in New Jersey (remember that Sim house I laboured over?) from my NJ kindergarten days. Apparently my grandma hung on to a lot of pictures. Which is good. There's a bunch of family and my mom's the only person who knows who they are any more so I told her she needs to write on the back of 'em before she forgets cuz 90% of 'em I really have no clue. That way they don't get lost completely. Anyway, there's one picture I want to upload from Colorado but I'm kinda totally naked in it. I was always naked back then and my hippy-ass parents let me be. lmao Anyway, the funny thing about that picture is that I'm 100% naturally blonde! EEEEP! Maybe I'll upload it anyway, or crop my head or something. Oh, there we go. I drew a nice little sundress on myself. XD Aren't I spiffy?

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Oh Romeo!

Did I mention that's the name of my blue-skinned playboy? Romeo Libertine. lmao I could go to City Hall and change it (yes, you can do that in 3) but I don't wanna. I still think it fits. I did find another option available in 3 that's really freakin' awesome. Okay, when I was using my female novel-writing sim she had a friend who was old. They met in the park to chat and the old lady up and died. Well, when she died her tombstone just vanished! Well, I was at the graveyard with Romeo and there was an option on the Crypt to "Manage The Dead". . . . . huh? So I clicked on that and there was the old lady's headstone! So I took it out and put it in a nice corner of the graveyard so her family can mourn properly. Should they choose to do so.

Anyway, this started about Romeo and I got a little sidetracked there. Remember the chick that's married to the cop? Well, I went on over to visit her in the middle of the day and the cop was out at work. Finally got her pregnant! Finally! Then Mr. Cop came home and I chatted him up 'til midnight when the chick kicked him out cuz it was late. I thought that was pretty funny. I was about to send him home anyways cuz he was getting tired.

Okay, so I'm about to throw on some makeup and update my picture there. I kinda look starey eyed in that one . . . .