Flip That Switch

So, I know I complain a lot on here. And it does bother me somewhat that y'all might think I'm not a sunny side up person. I'm actually pretty upbeat. I just use this blog as a way to let myself be able to feel unhappy and not have to deal with the emotional repercussions my family makes me feel ashamed of. It's a nice release.

I named this blog after Noelle, aka Ninja Kitty, because she is the light of my life. Seriously, when the rest of the world can go suck it, she gives me the chance to enjoy the sunbeams. She curls up with me while I sleep. Takes my pillows before I go to sleep. Generally is never far enough away that she can't tell every step I take. She doesn't like being held, but will tolerate it for about 30 seconds before starting to squall. But it's a nice warm, cozy feeling.

And, here's the thing that really, really gets me: she needs me. I have a maternal streak a couple oceans wide. It's a natural thing, and most of my friends end up at some point saying, "I don't need a second mother." And like a mother, I totally ignore them. Hey, I'm not changing my personality. Take it or leave it. I take care of my own. It's a natural thing that I don't try to force on people, but it's a given with me.

She doesn't care that I can't parse a sentence, that inequality graphs and notations are the bane of my existence, that I have some serious road rage, or that I'm not always the brightest bulb in the lot. She just loves me. That's an amazing feeling, and one I'm not really acquainted with. Usually people only like me for as long as they can use me up. I know, and I still let them. That's all right, though. Not that they do it, but if I'm aware, then it's on me. But having that kind of love at my fingertips has actually kept me from going off on a lot of people.

As for the upbeat thing. Man, sometimes I can make Pollyanna look like a downer. It's that whole "hey, I've lived through hell so the rest of life must be a cakewalk." I never said I was bright, did I? But it makes it easier for me to handle the bad spots. I find the oddest situations funny. Like I can start laughing over something totally stupid and I'll keep laughing until I can't breathe. Like when I tickle my godmom's feet and she wiggles around like a 4-year-old, or I'm on the phone with one of my best friends and we'll start discussing how damn stupid some fans are, like making My Little Pony characters of characters (note: I have, in fact, seen Stargate ones, along with hearing about Dr. Who) and how the sanity train musta never left those stations. Or I'll get tickled over the dumbest knock-knock joke, especially when my baby brother was younger and would tell them.

I'm not totally upbeat, as you've noticed, but I do try and keep some perspective. Hence the fairly twisted attitude. I might wanna choke a bitch, but I'll do it with a small on my face.

So what are you, the flying nun?

Now I'm a child of the 80s. I remember the last half better than the first, but I was born in 81, so that's 9 years. I love learning 80s trivia, the outcome of the stars, rewatching the movies and listening to the music. Oh, yes. As cracked out as the 80s were, at least they weren't the 90s, which brought the lumberjack look into mainstream.

So, of course I'm interested in A&E's show, The Two Coreys. I mean, come on. Everyone knew about the Coreys, especially their dumbass moves. Haim, for the win! Ahem. Anyway, I did some looking and bless Wiki for the information that it brings.

You see, it linked me to his official page. Oh, yes. He has one. And a thrilling one it is! The news looks like it was cobbled together by a writer for Bop or Tiger Beat. And clearly all his fans must be in drug-induced hazes. Now, doing some looking around, I noticed a section called "Artwork." Oh, you know where this is going, don't you? It seems he's got some art in museums over in Europe (what they did to deserve that, I'll never know). They say he's got a Picasso feel. Now, I'm not fan of Picasso, but you know, I somehow doubt that Haim's in the same category as movement's founder and all. But I digress.

From his website, the entire blurby thing.
When COREY isn't busy filming, one of the things that he enjoys most is painting! Already an accomplished artist, COREY currently has seven pieces of his artwork displayed in museums in Sweden, Switzerland, and Germany. In fact, he recently sold one of his paintings in Bruges, Belgium, for $7,400!

Much like COREY's favorite painter, Pablo Picasso, his style is very unique. Using a thick texturing of acrylic paints on canvas and his gift for intuition, COREY can create an abstract visual that is very pleasing to the eye!

COREY is now offering the opportunity to own one of his paintings -- an original work of art created just for you! He will need to know what size painting you want and a little bit about your personality. Let him know:
1. Three (3) of your favorite colors (in order of importance or preference)
2. What a few of your hobbies are -- or a few keywords to the feeling or mood of the painting you want, and
3. Whether you prefer black or white!

Now, the prices. For a 16"x20" painting, it'll be $788. For a 18"x24", it's $988. Now my question is how much coke did he snort that he's willing to offer his painting talents to anyone that'll pay nearly a grand for them? Seriously. What is it with child stars? Do they like not pay attention to many generations before them and not get an accountant while wildly successful?

Sorry, that's my useless post for the week. I was just amazed that you can spend nearly a grand for a famous person's artwork, and it reads like ordering fanart requests. I'd prefer to buy the fanart, honestly. After all, I know what to expect there, don't I?

Burn, Baby, Burn!

Vick was told he can't go to pre-season training camp. I wish he wouldn't get paid, but I'll take what I can get.

Do you know how much this makes me giddy?

Oh, my god. If I could, I'd invite everyone over and have some serious alcoholic drinks. Cause hot damn, there's a little justice. Especially added with the Commissioner's statements. *boogies*

Day of Nothing

So, I'm not really sure what to write about at the moment. A lot's flying through my mind, but you know, that doesn't mean it's substancey. Though, it's getting close to my birthday, and being a quarter of a century then, I've started examining my life. Or rather how little I've accomplished in it, by society standards anyway. I'm nowhere near where I want to be. (I have a sinking feeling that I'll be 40 before I get anywhere near my PhD in Psychology.) And mentally speaking? Well, I'm in a better place than I was five years ago, but I'd like to be a little more together. Drifting is for the freaking birds. After Labor Day, I'll be doing some serious job searching. I need a) an income but mostly b) a schedule and purpose. I flounder without b and that's just no damn fun.

Also, I need more friends, like the kind I actually want to be around and can call and them show up. I understand my former on/off best friend is a newlywed, but she's the one that wanted us to be in contact after two years of not, so why does it land on me to do everything? I really need to get out and socialize. Maybe working at the zoo, even just a quick volunteer a couple hours a month, will help with that. Plus? The ZOO. The freaking zoo. Animals. Lions, Tigers, and Gorillas (though, they freak me the hell out) oh my!

It doesn't help that I'm feeling disconnected with my city. Now for most people, probably not a problem. But for me? Big freaking problem. I'm Southern, damn proud of it too, but it doesn't feel like home anymore. Like I'm waiting until I'm where I need to be. Bah, see! This is why I hate birthdays. They make you dredge up crap you wish you could keep buried deep.

Phooey, this is depressing. Well, okay. Now I'm going to go to bed since I've a) made a fool of myself at DH's blog and b) babbled on about stuff I don't even put up in my actual jouranl. Bah. Bed time for sure.

Why I Named My Blog

I'm so, so bad about updating this account. Usually I just put everything my LJ, but then this is supposed to be separate, too. I need to remember that there’s more I can talk about.

Like my kitty gone nuts. Seriously, I love the crack addict to death, but when it’s 4 AM and she talks to the walls, not so much. And she does talk to the walls. Sits and faces it in order to chat up a storm at whatever spirit is hovering around, which I do ask to leave but they never listen to me since you know...they're in the middle of a conversation and all. But then she wakes me up with a face cleaning in the morning and all is right. I really adore her. No other pet could make me this happy. Yesterday, mama and I were so scared because we couldn’t find her. Looked under the beds, in the clothes, under the other furniture…so scared, and where was she? Behind the chaise, just sound asleep and unwilling to wake up. Sounds about like Noelle, but the thing I love the most about her is that sticks by me like glue, like she’s afraid I’m going to abandon her. I would never do that because she’s mine (and I don't give up on what I claim for me) now. However I got her, I wouldn’t trade the little shit for an entire kingdom. No matter my moods, she makes me happy and when my depression sets in, that’s a plus, too. Also, "Ninja Kitty" is a nod to her stealthy modes of attacking from her chair. Just be walking by and "Bam!" you're caught.

I really don’t have a lot to write, to be honest. My life is pretty boring, when it’s not about my fandoms or life that I don’t always feel comfortable writing about. Changed my email though. Now it’s jessedup@aol.com since it’s my new account that it’s easier to access at times.

Back to your regularly less-boring-schedule. Oh, and the Pepto pink will be gone...eventually. *grumbles* Give me LJ's layouts any day of the week, and they're a major pain in the ass is it is.

Ah, and even though I said I was gonna keep myself separate (and yeah, plus, no one visits this place anyway), here's a really cool movie, A Dog's Breakfast, that I'd want to see if I wasn't already in fandom where the actors usually play. It still looks cool and quirky, and honestly, what else could you ask for in a film?