A Safe Space for Moogles

So, Saturday I went to King's Dominion with my first local friend, her son, and her mom. Which, I think, is about the perfect party for an amusement park. Two thrill-seekers, two people to hang back and keep each other company while they watch the thrill-seekers' stuff. ;) Seriously, I had a lot of fun, even if 'Crypt' kicked my ass. XD As did the heat - I swear to you, I am just now recovering from the heat-sickness - though it was worth it around two when we finally got into the lazy river. Zomg so gooooood.

In other news, my bosses still haven't gotten back to me about full time and-or website work, and Michael's is hiring. Argh. *headdesk*

So, I misspoke yesterday. Turns out the TF kink meme isn't the first of its kind to break the comment limit - the Phoenix Wright one is on its third or fourth post, which knowing the source material actually doesn't surprise me at all. XD But! This in no way takes away from our own accomplishment. Pooooorn! :D (It continues in tfanonkink, by the way. In case you were looking for your sticky fix. Which I am most certainly not, what are you talking about.)

I picked up Transformers: The Veiled Threat at the supermarket yesterday and got about two-thirds through it. It's... well, I've read better fanfics, frankly (*loves on flist*), but it's got some cute moments. Not the least of which is Optimus listening to peppy Japanese girl pop. ^_^

It occurs to me that I've become kind of a hermit even online. I don't stay involved with my friends nearly as much as I want to. I'm just usually so tired and can't concentrate real well during the week, so I let comments slide - especially feedback on fic and such. I apologize to you all. I'll try to do better. *passes out hugs*

dragovianknight!!!!

I got your package today! Eeee! *is nice and warm and wears all three hats at once*

Thank youuuuu! :DDDD

(lj)VANI_NESSA LOVES ME.

Shiny, shiny Rodimus/Galvatron sparkbond fic! And I put those in that order because, regardless of appearances, Rodimus definitely came out on top this time. ^_^

*squeaks and bounces and squees madly, eeeee!*

...after several hours' fighting with my computer, argh. My graphics software kept choking. I cannot wait to upgrade.

ANYWAY. Herein, in rough chronological order (warning, picture heavy):

( Grampy's garden )

( My new backyard )

( Fish! )

( The zoo )

( The Renfest )

Put deepbluesquee on the Greyhound this morning; received a call at around 8-ish saying she'd arrived at the airport in New York just fine. If she does not arrive in Cambridge in one piece, it is officially not my fault anymore. I miss her already.

...not entirely for her parent-deflecting properties. Yes, Mom, I know I'm not allowed to sleep until noon and avoid looking for a job* anymore. Just because I don't quite live up to your standards doesn't mean I don't know them, even after a brief hiatus for much-needed Hugs. I swear to whatever's-out-there if I get one more Motherly Lecture I will scream.

*Which is a whole 'nother barrel of angst, of course. Lately I've been going around in circles of "I don't even want to work in the corporate sector, I want to work on my own projects, but I can't break into the highly competitive world of Best Job Ever yet, so I need a job and will build up my portfolio and/or write on the side, but I just know I'll wind up with a stressful job that will leave me so burned out I can't even look at my own projects anymore, and I will fade to obscurity with my creativity unfulfilled! Woe!" ...Which is a load of shit, because I can't even go to bed without having drawn or written or crocheted, but my brain does not always have a ticket for the Logic Train. ...Of course, none of this may even be an issue, because so far all I've gotten is calls from the Career Services lady going "My records show you are Still Unemployed! I am Concerned! :O" (omgstfu, lady, I highly doubt you're getting a commission) and somebody from AT&T offering me a job as phone monkey, and I would truly rather fling myself in front of a train. Lol misanthrope.

Speaking of creative, I've started on my areyougame and kinkfest prompts. Snarky Tifa is snarky.

Om nom nom, apple with caramel sauce.

It's just that I have a lot of pictures to upload, and my computer tends to make that process more of a pain in the ass than it needs to be. So I'm putting it off. -_-

In the meantime: SHINY. Hmm, costume refs to boot. Though looking at that I think I'm going to have to be verrrrry careful with my right hand, or make the cannon detachable. Otherwise I'm going to knock something over. XD ...Oh, take me, you sexy beast you.

EDIT: Because we were bored, 'Boots and I came up with a cast list for a live-action FF7. ( Here's the fruits of our labor, and I do mean fruits. )

So far, deepbluesquee and I have gone to the zoo and squeed at the animals (pictures later), watched movies, made and eaten chocolate nom, cuddled and tickled and fussed each other silly, skibbled and written stuff and bunnied each other (equally mercilessly), played up to Mt. Nibel in FF7, and 'Boots taught me how to knit garter stitch.

I think we're slowly melding into one amorphous mass of fluff. I'd say 'send halp,' but really, there are worse fates. ^_^

...I has a 'Boots! :D

And she, it must be said, has a moogle. ^_^

Percyplush update: the legs are attached, after some hemming and hawing over what size to make his butt. Still to do: assemble the arms (about halfway done), make the scope, and add the face and other detailing. No further injuries have been sustained at this time.

I may knock off soon, though, 'cause apparently I am about to give birth. To a velociraptor.

Also, for those who were wondering: deepbluesquee has made it safely to New York as of this afternoon.

EDIT: ( Okay, I lied. )

Shockingly enough, after spending eight solid hours at Kings' Island theme park I am not sunburned at all. Considering my skin is so pale I could be perfectly camouflaged in a bowl of vanilla ice cream, this is quite a feat. It probably helped that my dear friend (lj)poptartodoom globbed sunscreen on my head. My hair is disgusting but at least I won't be in pain when I try to brush it tomorrow. ^_^

My feet are killing me, though. x_x Even with sunscreen, eight hours in a crowded theme park is still eight hours in a crowded theme park. Still, Poptart is pretty entertaining when you're waiting in line with her and the rides were worth the pain. Of course, our Beast Warsians had to tag along too, which made things even more fun. We'd decided that Rattrap and Dinobot were trying to one-up each other on the roller coasters all day (culminating with a session of synchronized barfing of oil), Cheetor would be enthusiastically dragging everyone on all the biggest rides, Silverbolt would be petrified of said rides and escape to spend the rest of the day winning plushies at the carnival games to give to Blackarachnia, Waspinator would be a hoopy frood and know where everyone's towel was (because he stole them all), Scorponok would try to take apart the rides to see how they worked, Rhinox and Optimus would chase each other on the bumper cars, and Megatron would just hang out in the Lazy River all day.

...We're weird. Further proof: we kitbashed Polly Pockets as us. Yes, really.

'Boots! 'Bootsbootsbootsbootsboots!

I got your presents today! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! *fangirl* :DDDD

I have to go to the doctors and convince them I'm just crazy enough to need happy pills but not crazy enough to need a hospital, otherwise I would sit and watch them both. Eeeee! ^_^

So, um, Saturday didn't quite go as planned. I was going to do that charity walk with Poptart, but check-in was at eight and we slept 'til almost, um, ten... ^_^;;; This is why I don't like asking people for monies. But Poptart said she'd send the charity peoples a check so all you kind people's donations don't just go into her toy fund. *...ducks!* You know I love you, Poptart. ;)

Anyway, it was a beautiful day and it would've been a waste to spend it inside, so we went to a local putt-putt place. ^_^ We both suck pretty hard at putt-putt, but we had a lot of fun, and, y'know, fresh air and exercise and all that. I got a bit of a sunburn 'cause I was wearing a sleeveless top, but not too bad considering all the sunburns I've gotten. *is paaaaale* And we also spent a little time at the arcade (skeeball ftw) and went around the track in go-karts. ^_^ *has Autobots clamoring for attention now* So, all in all a good day.

Also, I'm now caught up on TF:Ani. Bring on the smut!

EDIT: Why in the world wasn't this available before Botcon? A wrench I can throw at people and not give them a concussion! It would've been perfect! *flails!*

Speaking of Botcon, here's pics of me and Poptart fooling around taken by mommimus_prime.

Moogle + a full day of sitting around watching Mythbusters = evil crossover-type plots are afoot. >D *cackles* *typetypetype*

In other news, Friday night I went out to Shadowbox (dinner-and-live-music-and-sketch-comedy type place) with _kyri and lighttomoyo and agamaed and wildeparis. And, and, and, ZOMG. It was all amazing as usual, of course, but there was this one song called "Strange Face of Love" wherein they had a guy dancing around the lady singer. They never touched and she never looked at him, but it was easily the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. I flail.

Lessee... what have I been up to the last few days?

Friday: participated in the LJ strike. Yes, I'm a whiny little fangirl, get it out of your systems. ( My thoughts on the matter in short rant form, for those who are interested. )

*whew* Okay, I'm done.

Saturday: went out in the evening with _kyri and lighttomoyo. We went bowling (_kyri and I sucked) and roller skating (we all kind of sucked) and to dinner, and much fun and liberties with each others' boobs were had by all. And I was out until 1:30 in the morning, whee. ^_^

Sunday: cleaned up in the basement a little, then poptartodoom called to say she was in the area, would I like to do something? As luck would have it, Mom and I had already been planning to see Horton Hears a Who, so one more person was only of the squee. We did like the movie, for reference; was very cute. Although during the scarier parts I kept thinking, "Horton, you're a damn elephant. You outweigh everyone else in the jungle! Just stampede the hell out of them, for heaven's sake!" But then he wouldn't be Horton anymore, and this wouldn't be a kid's movie anymore. And I wonder if I ought to be worried about myself. ( Horton continued: cut for current events, abortion, and a certain amount of smugness. )

Today: I got much farther on my projects, which is good as the mod ends next week. *eyeroll* Aaaand of course the printer is broken. Argh. Also, I heard a nasty rumor about how few colleges take transfer credits from the school that gets forty thousand dollars a year from me, but I'm trying not to think about that until I graduate. I really, really, really don't need anything else to worry about.

Also, apparently the President is visiting the base on Thursday. He's giving a speech at the Air Force Museum in the morning, and taking over half my dad's office building to give pep talks to the people who lost family in Iraq. (The death toll - just for Americans, mind you - hit the 4000 mark on Easter. Happy resurrection day, Jesus.)

( A Turtles ficlet for kyri, because I promised. )

A friend's post got me thinking, and it occurs to me that the people who I want to know this might not.

I'm not poor, really, but I am stretched pretty thin these days as a result of not working. My emotional reserves are running a bit lean too, for various reasons. (Because of that I've probably been a bit distant toward some of you, and I apologize.) A lot of people have stepped in to help ease the stress, whether through the occasional small toy or candy or whathaveyou or their help with projects or just simple companionship, Inviting Me Out Places. I'm grateful for that, but at the same time part of me feels terribly guilty because in a lot of cases I can't reciprocate.

I know my friends aren't doing these things for me because they expect to be repaid. If they were that kind of person they'd be friends with someone else. ;P But it's a mental construct I have: someone does something for me, I feel like I ought to do something for them. Somehow the picture of equality between friends got translated into a scale. It's not something I'm proud of, but it just hurts when I can't do anything for someone who's been kind to me.

I've kind of decided, though, to look at it this way: right now I'm powerless, but that's a temporary condition. One day I'll be in a position to help someone. One day I'll be able to take someone to the movies, or to a concert, or just brighten their day somehow, and that's what I'll do. I'll give back what I've been given in some form or another. Paying it forward, like.

The thing is, I believe in a kind of karma. Everything you do shapes who you are, and the ripples affect the world around you and become part of what the world gives back. If I just keep all this kindness to myself, it'll just turn sour, and I get a lot of things wrong but I won't let that happen.

Be patient with me a little longer, okay? I'll bear fruit soon, I promise.