smarmyday's Xanga

It Is Time! (Goodbye, Xanga)

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 20:35:38 GMT

Sigh.

I've finally decided that it's time to stop worrying about making entries here.

I like Xanga for the networking/keeping-in-touch aspect, but that's about it. I've cleaned out my Photobucket account, so that essentially means that every image I've ever posted here has been obliterated. The text will remain, but most anything associated with a picture of some sort will be totally out-of-context and make no sense whatsoever.

I'm not leaving Xanga, and I'll still use it to keep up with the goings-on of those that are still here, but from here on out any updates on my life happenings will be posted at my deviantART gallery or here:

http://geeklish.blogspot.com

Thanks for the memories, mah frens. Well, what few of you remain here, anyway.

Sad Times

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 10:59:38 GMT

So, my parents had some neighbors across the street who were working on an old victorian house. The place was a real wreck when they bought it, so I'm not sure why they just didn't tear the place down and start from scratch. But little by little they were working some miracles with it.

Well, I got an e-mail from my mother this morning. She said she woke up to red light all over her living room, looked out the window, and saw that same victorian with flames shooting clear out the top. To add insult to injury, the owners were never able to get insurance for the house, and had put another $50K into fixing it up. The result? An utter and complete loss. Fortunately, they're vacationing in Florida right now, so nobody was injured in the fire. They have a house down there which has been on the market for the last two years without a sale, so they at least have a place they can live in. It's just too bad they can't be where they really want to be now.

I'm not sure how the fire happened happened yet. I'm waiting to hear back from Mom, but if you have room in your hearts for complete strangers, please keep Greg, Tammy and Toby in your prayers. They're really good people, and it's a damned shame that this had to happen to them. :(

Heh.

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:55:01 GMT

So the birds turned out to be a big, fat scam. Oh well! The fact that my mother was making such a sudden decision was making me nervous, anyway.

Egad!

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 03:14:35 GMT

This has been a stunning night. Damn...

First of all, if you didn't watch the opening ceremonies for the '08 Olympics, you missed one hell of a show. I don't care what your political stance is on the situation over there, you can't deny the fact that these people are stand-out performers. Just look at these stinking gorgeous shots.

On top of that, I got a call from my mom saying that she and Dad are gonna drive out tomorrow to adopt a pair of Hyacinth Macaws. Good lord, I thought she just wanted another bird Charlie's size or smaller. Instead they're getting two enormous ones. Exciting, but holy cow! And I was nervous about the fact that I'd have to inherit one big loudmouth parrot.

BANNED!

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:07:02 GMT

I've decided never to use the term "Sigh." again. Ever.

Because melodrama is totally not-the-win.

Holes

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:50:49 GMT

I feel bad for the poor sucker who opened up this monster on our street last night:

They must've busted an axle on that sumbitch.

Found out how much time is left on my lease, so I can officially make a posting and see about finding a new apartment/new roomies come October. Exciting. Also nerve-wracking.

I need to go see WALL-E again. Sigh.

Out-Going

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:59:08 GMT

Going out seems to be a bigger dilemma lately than it should.

I want to go see a movie, but the thought of being around people just makes my skin crawl anymore. Perhaps I've seen too much "human nature" at my job.

For instance: Some guys came in to shop last night. I couldn't tell if the one was being an asshole just because he was an asshole, or because he saw someone behind the register who obviously seemed like easy pickings.

Fantasy World

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:04:07 GMT

I'm starting to think I've withdrawn too far into my own world. What used to come out so easily through my hands seems to be stuck inside my head now. Life also seems somewhat less satisfying in general, not even because I'm working a sucky job.

Whatever I draw comes out as a wretched bastardization of what I'm thinking. Perhaps it's my subconscious trying to protect "the vision", because it's all I seem to have right now. Or at least it's all I have -right- here.

I don't really even know what I mean by all of this. I'm trying to capture snapshots of my thoughts instead of letting them run away, otherwise I'll never get to the bottom of this.

PS: I can't wait to give my sims apartments. Thank you, EA. I hate you so goddamn much, yet I can't help but love you for this.

WANT.

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:09:02 GMT

I'm a sucker for poetry magnets, especially these poetry magnets.

How r u? Been a while.

Blah.

Sun, 18 May 2008 21:45:09 GMT

I'm having one of those days.

You know, the ones where you wish you could just stop living.

Too many ideas. Too little drive to make them happen.