I feel like I'm going insane! For the past 3 hours I've been trying to get iTunes to recognize my phone (after I bricked it again and somehow fanagled it into DFU mode) . So, I un-installed iTunes and then when I tried to re-install it I got an error about the file being corrupted. Tried again, same thing. I finally downloaded an older version of iTunes and it STILL WON'T RECOGNIZE MY PHONE. It also won't upgrade.

Hopefully, as soon as this (almost)newer version of iTunes installs it will fix the problem ...

This morning I woke up, got a glass of water, and then went back to my bed to lay down. I'd almost drifted off to sleep again when I felt someone lay down next to me. In my groggy state I thought perhaps it was James, but then I realized that he wasn't at my house. This person started telling me they needed to lay down for a little bit because they don't feel well and started running their hands down my arm. The entire time I was just laying on my side staring at my desk wondering if I should turn around...

...at which point Amanda and Matt started banging on my bedroom door and I bolted up to find, (un)surprisingly, that no one was in my bed with me.

OoooOOOOOoooooOOOOO creepy.

As soon as I get my phone working again I'm going to the bookstore and avoiding being home for the rest of the day, because that really frightened me.

I am even sitting in the living room right now.

I'd like to start this post off by saying that over the weekend I second-hand witnessed two girls getting gang-banged in a pool, followed by the mother of one of the girls running outside screaming something at/about her daughter. It was really strange, guys would just come up behind these two girls (who were having sex with each other, in the front yard of one of their parents' house, surrounded by 80 people) and attempt to get busy; sometimes the girls would swim away...but sometimes they wouldn't. For some reason they didn't get out of the pool. MIND = BLOWN.

I was about 10 feet away from all of this, by Jenny's car, and just heard a lot of yelling, splashing, and then something along the lines of "GET YOUR DICKS OUT OF MY DAUGHTER!!" (possible exaggeration).

I told Chloe about it and she said she hooked up with one of those girls a long time ago. Small world, eh?

The rest of the time spent in Pennsylvania was unremarkable, imagine that.

O_o



I finished Bastien's (that's his name) preliminary blushing last night. Guess what? Even with the windows open my room isn't ventilated enough for the sealant spray. It was a tough battle and there were many casualties as far as my brain cells were concerned. After I take a short nap say goodbye to the rest of 'em. I want to finish his face-up tonight and then start on the body blushing...AT WHICH POINT WE SHALL COMMENCE THE TRADING OF THE N00DZ.

GOOD: When I walked into my room after work today I found Babybear Jr. tucked snugly under the blankets on my bed. James is so sweet.

BAD: When I walked into my room after work today I managed to knock all of my chalk pastels onto the carpet. . . HALLO RAINBOW FIBERS. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME OR SWEET.

"LOL I CAN'T SEE"


I don't think I'm lactose intolerant anymore, now nothing agrees with my stomach. Okay, maybe I just shouldn't have eaten leftover KFC. I'm in Marlene's basement right now, watching Squidbillies and clutching my poor, poor tummy.

Earlier my Dad and I tried to find some Testors Dull Coat so I could get started on Bastien's (that's what I'm calling him) face-up instead of waiting until next week when my order from Junkyspot is scheduled to arrive. Of course, we failed.
 
Dad: There's a Dairy Queen over there, do you want some ice cream?
Me: ...I can't have dairy, remember?
Dad: LOL @ YOU

I like having a supportive parent. Dad's all about this Dollfie thing, he thinks it's "cool". He is "hip" and "with it".

James came over last night and had some kind of manly music-related-pow-wow with Aaron and Chris while Jenny and I sat on the couch and talked about ghosts/lamented having boyfriends in bands.  Or rather, boyfriends in the same band.

Today, we went swimming, and I realized that 5ft. is the deepest the pool in my apartment complex gets. There's a sign that says no diving, it implies that if you are 8 feet tall and you dive into the pool you'll electrocute your head (and possibly birth a goddess idk).

 
IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN PENNSYLVANIA THIS WEEKEND:



I'll be here with Jenny and the boys.

& look at what my baby brought home with him:




What could all of those mysterious items be!?

Dear Junkyspot order: plz arrive.

James came home from Ocean City all tanned and wearing glasses (without real lenses in them). He looks like he did when he came back from Belize, when we first started hanging out. Long blonde eyelashes. He's too beautiful.

Seriously, IMO he's the most attractive person on Earth. Look how cute he is, taking pictures for me while he's in Ocean City. Come back, already! My doll-parts are at your house I miss you terribly!

I BRICKED MY IPHONE.

LOL I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME FROM WORK TO FIX IT.

I made my photobucket public, nao you can lurk moar.

Goodbye, pictures from the last couple of years I never want to see again: you're in the abyss where you belong. Looking back on all of them, though, I used to do so much! It seems like I was always partying, usually out-of-state. Now, I hardly see anyone that isn't James or his friends (none of which I'm entirely comfortable around). Ugh, I don't want to be one of those girlfriends. I miss having my own life. Even with both of my best friends out of the country (Meagan's gone until December!!), there are still people I can call...

I just choose not to.

What, now I don't even have the energy to invest in maintaining friendships anymore? I'm going to make a conscious effort to have a social life again...

However, I would not be opposed to just Geppetto-ing it up all summer.


I want James to come home, to my home. I miss him and I have a headache and I feel uneasy.

WTB: 1 BBYBEAR.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A. Yes, and I hope I am for years to come.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A. I wanted to be an alien.

3) What talent do you wish you had?
A. CONCERT VIOLINIST.

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A. A water, hah.

5) Favorite vegetable?
A. Peas.

6) What was the last book you read?
A. If manga counts, Vol 2 of "Bride of the Water God". If not, "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk

7) What zodiac sign are you?
A. Aries

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A. Septum, ear cartilage ("jerb piercing"), and my lip used to be pierced but I took out the ring.

9) Worst Habit?
A. Procrastination, whining

11) What is your favorite sport?
A. Procrastination, whining.

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Optimistic,  for the most part.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A.  A slug got in between my foot and my sandal once.

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A. I feel bad if any of my stuffed animals fall off of my bed, I'm afraid they'll feel neglected/unloved.

16) Do you have any pets?
A. A Papillon named Link.

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A. Terrifying, especially if Tim Curry's underneath all of that make-up.

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A. Cuter nose/bigger tits.

22) What color eyes do you have?
A. BROWN.

23) Ever been arrested?
A. Negative.

24) Bottle or can soda?
A. Can.

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A. Put a down payment on a condo. JK! I'd buy tons of lolita clothing, duh. I'm irresponsible.

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A. My room.

28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A. Yeah, and I'm terrified of them. IDK WHY, THEY ARE DEAD.

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. Obsess.

30) Do you swear a lot?
A. No.

31) Biggest pet peeve?
A. People that say fuck every other fucking word it annoys the fuck out of me and makes YOU sound fucking ignorant.

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Special.

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A. Naturally.

35) Do you believe in God?
A. Naturally.



I need this bathing suit.

Okay, I know I said Dollfies were creepy as fuck, but I've really wanted to try my hand at doll-making for a little while and ball-jointed dolls seem like a good starting point as there are a number of resources available for the amateur hobbyist (and some of the dudes are kind of hot). So, I ordered supplies for my first foray into the  "ABJD" lifestyle...

...With a 23 cm not technically ball-jointed doll.

& I bought
If this experiment turns out well then I'll purchase this 55cm body/head set:



SEXY, AMIRITE?

I found an incredibly comprehensive tutorial on body blushing/face-ups, so I think that with my added experience of performing hideous experiments "makeovers" on Barbie dolls I may have a moderate chance for success.

Those misshapen lumps of rice and nori are my first attempt at making Onigiri. I dumped some kind of fish-flavored furikake on top of them, not sure what it's called. The only reason I  knew it was fish flavored  before I purchased it  was because of the fish on the label. Super H Mart rules! I bought a little Hello Kitty bento box and some hair clips, too.




NOM NOM.

In an attempt to curb unnecessary spending it was decided that I would stop going out everyday for lunch and instead start making my own. This plan has yet to come to fruition because, let's face it, making lunch is boring. Sandwich, meet bag. Boo. However, my boyfriend's Dad gave me a book about Bento lunches the other day after discovering that I was into lolita (which he is oddly knowledgeable about, and tried to helpfully point me in the direction of Gothic&Lolita photobooks I happened to have already owned). Oh, also, James's Mom knows what Dollfies are and thinks we should start making resin ball-joint dolls and selling them. I DIGRESS!

I'm going to buy some bento making supplies so I can put octopus-shaped weiners/rabbit-shaped apples in a Totoro box or something.





Actually, my obsession with bento lunches started when I was younger and used to watch Sailor Moon. I thought, "WOW! Japanese lunches are populated by mini-octopi with adorably vacant expressions?!  WHAT A MAGICAL PLACE!!"

Now I know that I, too, can possess this fantastical food-product.

So, I'll save money/be healthy/get to live out all of my weeaboo fantasties.

I'm off to Super H Mart!




Oh, I want that.

First of all, my worst fear came true today: I STEPPED ON A SLUG WITH MY BARE FEET. KIND OF. Somehow, when I was walking back from the mailbox a slug ended up inbetween my sandal and the bottom of my foot. IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO GROSS. Seriously, if you know me, you know how much I detest slugs. All I want to do is live in a slug free world! SALT THEM ALL!
It's easier to write about what I've been doing as opposed to what I've been thinking. I'm only working 2-3 days a week now, so I have lots of time left for leisure activities. Such as 1) cleaning my apartment in preparation for my move at the end of the month, 2) shadowing James, or 3) having dinner and shopping with my Dad. He and I have been out hunting for furniture for the last couple of days that we've been together, I've already picked out a new living room and bedroom set from Z Gallerie. I found an amazing apartment in Alexandria for $850/m!

Three words: Hard. Wood. Floors.

Also, 666 sq. feet. How cute.

I'm so excited about moving out and in! I love the idea of playing house with James and having cute dishware :3

So, in the next few days I need to go through all of my belongings and throw out what I don't need/bag up old clothing to donate to Goodwill.

...Joy!
 

One year for James and I was the 27th; I hope I'll have him for at least another one ...plus, you know, every subsequent year after that. We have the cutest little baby! Don't worry, though, he's stuffed. I've been hidden away at Matthews(-Suitts) Manor for most of last week, we were "experimenting" and wandering around Croom. At some point, I tried to do a puzzle, but all of the pieces looked the same to me and there were too many of them. Eventually it will be a unicorn.

Now I'm back home and attempting to re-join the land of the living. I saw my Dad and his girlfriend yesterday, we had dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant in Burke.

Now, I don't know if I've told you all this, but I've developed a really bad lactose intolerance.

(See also: Dyslexia and vision problems)

...I probably shouldn't have ordered creme sauce with my Gnocchi. When will I learn! And why does everything I like to eat have dairy in it?

He's letting me order some things from Angelic Pretty on his dime, as a sort of "Thanks for not being a retard" gift. I'll take it!

I'LL FINISH THIS LATER! BAI GUYZ!

Alright, I'm not going out anymore. I think I've developed a lactose intolerance 'cause man, that alfredo sauce really did me in. I wish James didn't have to work in the morning, he could come over and kiss my stomach and listen to me moan/groan etc. etc.

I had something to say, but I lost it 30 minutes ago.

Ah, well. I'm going to sew.

DeadWolfBones: racism:

The nice thing about working at Bella Pierre on a slow day is that I can go shopping while "on the clock". For example, I just hit up the boot sale at Bakers and got paid for it.

I read "Push" yesterday while I was here. It was one of those real feel-good stories:

"Precious Jones, an illiterate sixteen-year-old, has up until now been invisible: invisible to the father who rapes her and the mother who batters her and to the authorities who dismiss her as just one more of Harlem's casualties. But when Precious, pregnant with a second child by her father, meets a determined and highly radical teacher, we follow her on a journey of education and enlightenment as Precious learns not only how to write about her life, but how to make it on her own for the first time."

...then she finds out her Dad gave her AIDS!

LOL!

Srsly, the only remotely funny part of that accursed story was that her first child had Down Syndrome so she named him L'il Mongo[loid].

I highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to either a) feel really good about their life or b) use it to destroy a small child's innocence.

Surprising someone you love with this book is a sin unforgivable.

Amanda, I will never forgive you.

PS. I wrote this whole post on my iPhone and it took 45 minutes. Also, iPhone automatically capitolizes its own name.

QUIT. FUCKING. WITH. THE. THERMOSTAT.

When I turn on the heat, leave it. Don't move the dial all of the way down to 50, it's cold enough in the corners you hang out in. I realize that you're dead, but that's your problem. I don't enjoy feeling like there's a "ghostly presence" permeating throughout my entire living room. Operating word being "living". Myself and the other inhabitants of this apartment (Link, Chibi, etc.) are very much alive and we fear the unseen and unknown (especially when the aforementioned insist on making themselves known).

 So, unless you cease and desist immediately I will be forced to take drastic action and bottle you up like the stupid Poe you are. Then, you will be sold at a bazaar for 50 rupees or whatever the going rate for shitty spectres is these days.

I've seen you lurking around my bathroom like some kind of shadowy pervert (trying to catch a glimpse of me pooping or my boobs or whatever) and I don't like it.

You're on thin ice, buddy.

Yours truly,

Ivy.

I am obsessed, I know, but I can't wait to see this movie. ILU JONAS BROTHERS!

Man, I worked for 12 hours yesterday! Then as soon as I got off I hopped on a bus to the metro and met up with James at Branch Avenue. Still no respite, we went to Holden's afterwards and tried not to fall asleep while waiting for someone, Justin, and Christian to show  up...we left before that happened, though. Sweet, beautiful sleep.

Yet, I still couldn't sleep past 11 today. Wtf? Why does it always come down to job vs. social life?

Now, I'm alone in James's house waiting for him to get off of work...

and watching music videos on Youtube.

PS. This Salmon bot thing is actually kind of cool. 

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it!) and to read your blog for instructions. You can't tag a person who has tagged you. Since you can't re-tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can read the answers!

1. I would like to have a baby sometime in the near future. One could say that I have "baby fever".
2. I'm obsessed with places that have been abandoned. Whenever I see boarded up windows I have an almost irresistible urge to pry them open.
3. I hope to open my own business soon (in the next few years), be it a franchise of some sort or my own boutique.
4. I've always wished to have a close-knit group of Lolita friends, but I don't really make any efforts towards it.
5. Disney/Nickelodeon shows geared for younger teens are my guilty pleasure.
6. Joe Jonas/Zac Efron/Cillian Murphy are tied as my "celebrity crushes".
7. I find back hair/chest hair on men kind of sexy. CAT'S OUT OF THE BAG.
8. I think full-sleeves and neck/throat tattoos are kind of trashy, and not in a cute way.
9. I really, really believe in God/Jesus & that Holy Ghost jazz.
10. The real reason I've been putting off getting my license is because I despise the thought of sitting in traffic. There, I said it. (un)Fortunately, I'll be getting it by the end of next month/beginning of June.

I tag:

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eveninbaddays
carnet_atelier  
urkeljerk  
heroinkills  
smokebreak
tian_shi 
homo_callidus  
abbichicken 
tropigalia 


Well, I deleted my Myspace and made a new one. Why? I'm not sure, really. Ostensibly because I got tired of all of those damned PC4PC bulletins I'd see 100 times a day posted by weird looking scene girls. NEWS FLASH! You're ugly! That's why no one wants to comment your stupid pictures!

So here's the new one: /babyxhead

If you promise not to post any W(einer)4W(einer) bulletins I will add you.

Tomorrow I'm going to King's Dominion with James and XJustinX.

:D