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Friday, January 2: Went to Kat's house and immediately freaked out over a program her dad was watching in the living room because Peter Lorre (!!!) was featured in said program. I prattled off geeky classic film knowledge, and later, Kat, her parents and I watched The X-Files: I Want to Believe. It's enjoyable. Nothing stands out about it, but... it's enjoyable. Creepy scientific labs for the win. Aaaand Kat got me a very sweet Christmas card! <333

Saturday, January 3: Took Kat on a "road trip" to my old home in Weimar. Stopped at Weimar Hills School so Kat could get some photos of the Sierras, then, like a complete idiot, drove right over some parking blocks in the parking lot. At my old address, we saw a gorgeous Swiss mountain dog who began following the van around as I was turning it around (the Voyager is SO CLUNKY compared to the Buick... and I am amused at which cars I call by make, and which cars I call by model). Drove into Colfax, stopped by Sierra Market, and picked up a pomegranate to share with Kat - as she'd never had a pomegranate before. With the pomegranate in tow, we stopped by the one-lane bridge over Bear River and traveled over the shore a bit.

Sunday, January 4: Alex and Kile visited for a few hours, which was grand fun. Alex got me a bitchin' Rorschach poster as a Christmas/birthday present; it is now hanging up where my The Fellowship of the Ring poster had been. We watched a bunch of YouTube videos before deciding to head to Ben Franklin Crafts. I picked up a poster frame and a new Itoya Art Portfolio for my watercolor paintings, which I charged on my gift card from Mom. Afterward, we hit Jamba Juice for delicious smoothies. I'm happy you two got to visit! <333

Monday, January 5: Had a dentist appointment with Dr. Molina. After my teeth had been cleaned, Dr. Molina confirmed that my sensitive tooth is nothing to worry about: the gumline has simply receded. I have no new cavities, no decay. Dr. Molina and his assistant (I forget her name, argh) kept complimenting my teeth. Hurray, something to feel good about!

I will eventually need all four of my wisdom teeth extracted, but it's not an emergency. Dr. Molina explained that, if allowed to grow past the gums, they would cause problems. I may have them removed in about six months, though I could have the teeth extracted within four to five years.

Dad and I stopped by Longs for his prescriptions, and I was pleased to spot Lauren inside. It was nice saying hi to you, Lauren! :)

Around 9:30, shortly after Dad and I had begun watching Hellboy II, we got a call from Grandpa Jeff. Grandma Jo had called earlier that morning to confirm that Dad had gotten home safely (Dad called on Sunday to tell us that the Suburban had stalled in Sacramento - he had taken Cammy back to UC Davis) and to inform us that she was to be prescribed a stronger medication for her pain.

Grandpa's call? - he had taken Grandma Jo to the hospital for the emergency room.

Tuesday, January 6: Dad learned that Grandma Jo has pneumonia. It's common for those who have had major surgeries to get sick easily, and it's just what happened to Grandma. The good news is that she's in much better condition and is receiving good care.

Now, if they hadn't made Grandma and Grandpa wait for TWO GODDAMN HOURS in the waiting room as Grandma sat in excruciating pain, I'd feel better about Cedar-Sinai's care.

Grandma is in good hands, but... fuck. Grandpa has had only two hours of sleep since Sunday.

I am relieved, no doubt, that Grandma is feeling better.

Elsa called very shortly after I got up, and I talked with her for nearly forty minutes before getting some breakfast, walking down to the creek, and cleaning my room.

Kat came over this day, and we had fun being our usual dorky selves. We watched WALL-E with Mom and Dad, the Blackadder episode, "A Blackadder Christmas Carol" (Blackadder is FOR THE WIN - hurray Hugh Laurie and Rowan Atkinson!), a program on the Hubble Space Telescope, part of Red Dragon, and then finally went to my room for some Internet-bum time.

And we're STILL being Internet-bums!
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I discussed my withdrawal at length with Aunt Pam Monday night. I felt much better after talking about it with her. We watched a bunch of funny dog videos together on her computer and laughing with her was awesome.

Earlier that day, after Creative Writing, Aurora and I hung out again (which is always epic). I waited for her while she met with her financial adviser and talked with David in the halls of the second floor. At one point, we broke off and looked at the artwork of fellow students; before we talked again, David bounced over to me. It was so cute. XD

Once Aurora was done with her appointment, we said goodbye to David, then headed for Powell's, and later, Pioneer Courthouse Square. I got a strawberry creme frappuccino at Starbucks (OH NOES). We fed pigeons outside and had a blast cooing at them and just being general spazz-o-trons.

Thanksgiving was nice. Aunt Pam had to work, but Michael got to visit for the day. He got a fourth speeding ticket recently and his insurance company has suspended his license for a month; Uncle Larry had picked him up earlier in the morning. Uncle Larry didn't care to bother with a turkey, so we had steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. :) Michael prepared a fantastic mulled cider from spiced cider packets and some of Aunt Pam's mulling spices. Once cooled, it proved absolutely delightful. We watched Tropic Thunder after dinner and it was pretty funny. Mom, Dad, and Cammy liked it more than I did. Also watched The Incredibles on TV. DAMN COMMERCIALS. I think I'll watch my DVD once I'm home.

Oh, and the heater stopped working yesterday. I've got a small space heater in my room to keep it comfortable, and to make sure Draco doesn't get too cold. Poor little guy's head is propped against his rock cave, but he's still got his eyes closed. Aunt Pam and Uncle Larry had wanted to go to the beach house this weekend, but they might stay here. :( They deserve a fun weekend, damn it.

This morning, I actually got up early enough (5:00) to head to Fred Meyer's Black Friday sale with Aunt Pam. I ended up buying sixteen pairs of socks, a new pair of slippers, a 25-pack of plastic sheet protectors for my Creative Writing chapbook, three Lemon Zest Luna bars (these things are DAMN good), and two long-lasting batteries for my camera.

Sunday is going to rock: Aurora is hosting a Thanksgiving After Thanksgiving at her apartment; Grace will be there, too, but Hannah might have to work, unfortunately. I might bring my laptop or just my external hard drive for sharing music and pictures and such. I'll need something to transfer the photos from Grace's flash drive, anyway.

OH! Wednesday after class, one of Grace's former classmates, Ryan, got us to partake in a free photo shoot. Grace saved the photos to her flash drive. They're all really goofy: we made dramatic points at each other, funny faces, the good friend stuff. Grace and I want to get with Ryan again for more photos, but with our entire group of Character & Object Design friends. THAT will be kickass.

Mmmyup, just a jumbled li'l update. Adding to a scene that happens later in Brainsick; I freak myself out whenever I add to it. Three words: Finch and Anne.

No, it's not explicit. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER.

...Then again, to Finch, shoulder massages ARE explicit. Poor guy.

I had wanted to come up with a nice piece of writing explaining what I am grateful for, but I'll wrap this post up by saying I am grateful for each and every one of my family and friends - past, present, future, and who have passed from this life.

And there is good news regarding Grandma Jo: her doctor is confident that he can safely remove the cancer from her liver. Its location makes it difficult to get to, but he is nonetheless certain the surgery will go well. Grandma Jo and Grandpa Jeff feel very comfortable around this doctor. I talked with them a few days ago, and Grandma mentioned her Christmas gift idea she had planned for Mom, Dad, Cammy and me: a two-day trip to Disneyland, California Adventure, or Universal Studios. I haven't been to Disneyland since I was eight (Aunt Pam was shocked at this fact). :D I so look forward to visiting Grandma and Grandpa for Christmas.
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I learned last Thursday that cancer has been confirmed in Grandma Jo's liver. She's opted for chemotherapy.

I'd been so excited about Halloween and being with my friends I'd forgot to mention it.... I need to send my thank you card to Grandma and Grandpa soon. Mom, Dad, Cammy and I are going to drive down south to visit them during my upcoming break.

Hung out with Aurora after class again today. We discussed our stories and characters, made fun of Twilight, and traveled several blocks up and down the Pearl District trying to decide where to have lunch before settling with Baja Fresh again. We delighted over various classic films outside in the chilly air.

And... this is too hilarious NOT to read. I'm certain the author of this article is secretly one of Stephanie Meyer's rabid fangirls (or fanboys?) in disguise.

The article is titled Stephanie Meyer: A New J.K. Rowling?,9171,1734838,00.html

...Just... WOW.

Wait, check THIS out:

But it is the rare vampire novel that isn't about sex on some level, and the Twilight books are no exception. What makes Meyer's books so distinctive is that they're about the erotics of abstinence. [...what?!] Their tension comes from prolonged, superhuman acts of self-restraint. There's a scene midway through Twilight in which, for the first time, Edward leans in close and sniffs the aroma of Bella's exposed neck. "Just because I'm resisting the wine doesn't mean I can't appreciate the bouquet," he says. "You have a very floral smell, like lavender ... or freesia." [Christ, Edward might as well be a vampiric HUMMINGBIRD. ...FUCK, NOW I NEED TO DRAW THIS.] He barely touches her, but there's more sex in that one paragraph than in all the snogging in Harry Potter.

[Okay, um.... This is railing on the article's author, but did you catch how the above paragraph begins, and how it ends? Whether the sex actually happens or whether it's implied, IT IS STILL ABOUT SEX "AT SOME LEVEL."

...I'm having fun. Sue me.]

It's never quite clear whether Edward wants to sleep with Bella or rip her throat out or both, but he wants something, and he wants it bad, and you feel it all the more because he never gets it. That's the power of the Twilight books: they're squeaky, geeky clean on the surface, but right below it, they are absolutely, deliciously filthy.


No, I have not read Twilight, but I've heard plenty about Meyer's horrendous writing and her sparkly vampires (or crystal golems-masquerading-as-vampires) and her priss-ass protagonist to know that I practically DID read the novel by reading this article. Oh, how I LOLed!

Here's what I figure I just MIGHT do: I just MIGHT read the first chapter. I really am terribly curious about Meyer's writing. It's supposed to be like reading a twelve-year-old's fan fiction, or at least that's what several artists on dA have said (even if dA is full of ~drama, these comics are vastly entertaining).

Here's one of the most highly respected / reviled parody comics of the series:

Aurora and Skull got into a mild argument with Didi about Twilight today in Creative Writing, which was kind of amusing.

Also, we finally got our second assignments back, graded. Got an A-. It doesn't disappoint me, but I think my first assignment (which got an A) is by far the weaker piece of writing. Granted, we're given only one full day to complete these writings, but... still. It was really an exercise - for me - in trying to create a voice for the superintelligent chimeras in the story.

Most of my group - except Aurora - were confused as to what a chimera is. Ah well. =P

That is not meant to sound condescending. I guess they hadn't known about the traditional Greek chimera....

My hands are very cold. Aunt Pam and Uncle Larry lowered the thermostat to save on energy.

Hell, I'm wearing a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, long pants, socks, and my slippers... and my feet are cold, too.

I hope Grandma Jo isn't in pain.... That's what I can pray for, for the time being.
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Just got off the phone with Mom and Dad. I'd called them to let them know that my Maya package arrived today and is up and running perfectly on the XPS.

("Mayalujah" = "Hallelujah, I've got Maya!")

(Oh.... And the delivery guy, this one from UPS, left the box hanging on the gate. GOOD GOD, you morons! Take my shit all the way to the house! The wireless card had arrived via DHL.)

They let me know that Grandma Jo may possibly have liver cancer; they'll know later tonight or tomorrow. Her cancer count is very high. It's unfair, to say the least. Grandma Jo needs a hip replacement, and she already survived colon cancer.... But Dad told me that, like Grandma Ruthie had been before she passed away, Grandma Jo is very at peace: if it's her time to go, or will soon be her time, it's her time. That's how she's looking at it.

It was really painful seeing Grandma Jo limping like she was, when she and Grandpa came up for Jessi and Mitch's wedding. I pray she's not in pain right now.

Today was pretty nice. I finished my Creative Writing assignment in the two and a half hours I had before I needed to get to class, sitting at a table in Powell's. I got up at 8:00 this morning, which is SO MUCH BETTER than waking up at 6:00. I heard my watch alarm go off at 7:00, dozed off, checked my clock at 7:35, and dozed off again. I began dreaming about various oddness and near the end of the dream, a fire alarm began going off. After the alarm had rung about three times - my clock alarm went off. Ha!

I typed up the rest of my assignment into my flash drive copy, printed six copies, and got them into Julia's box outside 212.

Hung out briefly with Melissa, Laryssa, and Ben before heading to class. Grace is in my Anatomy & Movement class, hurray! Aurora in Creative Writing, Grace in Anatomy & Movement, and - if I'm not mistaken - Aurora, Grace, Laryssa, Jacob, and Nick are all in Character & Object Design with Za tomorrow. That is going to be a FUN class.

Amy Zollinger, my A&M teacher (she was also my Drawing teacher summer 2007), had us share our pet peeves and a favorite quote as an ice breaker today in class. ...I shared Rorschach's lovely first page, third panel quote from Watchmen (some of you will know it well):

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their wastes and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"...

...And I'll look down, and whisper "No."

Eh heh heh, I'm an odd one. <3 I did get some approving nods from across the room, though.

OH, OH, and who doesn't love THIS one?

Hurm, never disposed of sewage with toilet before. Obvious, really.

Two-nothing. Your move.


...Okay, so, I was reading the forums at, and there was a discussion of what might have happened had [ MILD SPOILER ] )

I've got my Maya file of Hades Laboratories up on the XPS. I've said it before, I say it again: working on this assignment from home is going to be so much less of a hassle than driving to AIPD to work on it.

Grandma Jo will be in my prayers.

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