armpit hair

Can you just NOT? Why do you have to grow so fast?

I give up.

No more shaving the pits. F to the U, pits.

In other news, I moved my bedroom from the first floor up to a room on the second floor. I love it because now I can see cars go by the house through the windows while I'm sitting in bed. It's the little things, really.  Another added bonus is that it's warm. The bedroom downstairs was converted from a "davenport" as my Nana used to call it, into a bedroom. Needless to say the contractors that knocked windows and walls out did a piss poor job of insulating it and the boyfriend and I froze. I had pipes added in to get heat in there but for some reason they fail to work. I think it's because that room is so far away from the thermostat it doesn't realize how cold it gets. Whatever.

I'll miss my french doors though. The doors that open to a high porch that my dad built for me. I always wanted a bedroom with french doors leading out to a private porch.

Oh well.  I'll turn that room into my piano/tarot card reading room.



I guess I've decided to just make this blog my vomit ground.


F U armpit hair.

the mind is a terrible thing to.....

the mind.
my mind.


I had better thoughts about this subject last night but couldn't get to my laptop to purge them and send them out into the universe in written form. Then again, I am never without thought so any thought will do I suppose.


my brain.


It's been running for a long time now. Sometimes I wonder if it will burn out. If it does, what would life be like? Would I be able to relax? Be myself, whoever that really is?
In that vein, there are a few things I do know about myself:


*I love animals.
*I like to make people laugh, including myself.
*I think kids are cool.
*I believe that stuffed animals of any sort have feelings and I have a very hard time getting rid of any.
*My day job is rarely rewarding but I keep it because of the money. I'd much rather be home drawing, building websites/applications, or starting my own band.
*I think my house is haunted and I saw a ghost last night (second time in my life) but I haven't told anyone yet.
*Sometimes I can hear people talking who aren't there but I can assure you I'm not a schizophrenic. Once it was someone who died on the Titanic.
*I began having panic attacks when I was 10 years old and I've come to terms with the fact that it will never fully cease, it will only go through periods of dormancy.
*I have a high intelligence but I don't use it for anything productive. See work comment above.
*I realized that the reason I don't lose weight and instead keep weight on is not because of my metabolism but because of things that have happened in my past. It's my body's way of trying to protect me from those things ever happening again. This occurs unconsciously and for some reason the keys to this door were left in plain sight one night. I have no idea how to stop this from happening other than maybe learning Kung Fu.
*I have a lot of gas.

Pool life

I need one of these for the pool. I love Amazon.

Hello me, it's me again

Found a strange jellyfish in my iced tea this morning. Guess I won't be drinking iced tea for a while.

Without wits

Whatever happened to intelligent life? Intelligent conversation? Why is everything laced with noxious, boring vomit?

Do people know where they are going when they leave their house and get into their metal death machines?  Rather, their plastic and fiberglass death machines. 

Amputation

I wonder how many amputated limbs actually make it to the incinerator?

I bet there are fields full of the bones. 

soft core what?

I think a good way to make a few bucks would be to host a soft core porn website where the only videos posted are of broads trying to put fitted sheets on their beds. It harkens back to the days of.................well, who am I kidding, the days of Olympic gymnastics never leave a dudes interests. Do they? All of those hours of coverage in the 80's and all of those homes and apartments teeming with ladies struggling for clean sleeping quarters.

Let that sink in for a few. 

You agree with me, don't you.

Nod your head with me.


Of course, I came up with this idea while making my bed this evening. I'm pretty sick of getting up when it's still dark to go to work for someone else and the feeling has been shrouding me in its ghostly crosshatches of linen for weeks. So much so that I can't see through it any longer. My vision, for the moment, is marred by the blanket of wanting to set my own hours and answer to no one but myself.  I can hardly imagine a life that is office drama free.  A little slice of somewhere else that's just out of reach.

morphing along with myself

As you age, you become more comfortable with yourself and your surroundings. I suppose I have finally settled in with the fact that I am on this planet and I have to stay here until it's over. I have had a problem with being here since I was born.
As the risk of sounding cliche, I've just never felt comfortable here. I've never felt like I belong here. I'm not crazy over it, it's just a part of me.
Accepting it is half the battle I have with myself.
The child and the adult must work together to reap some benefits here.

So now the blog is titled "scarysue" because in fact, I am scary.
boooooooooooooooooooooooo


Or rather I have scary thoughts. Scary=non-formulary.
Whatever.



84 days until Halloween and I have nothing sorted.

Where the mind goes

The body doesn't always follow. 

I guess I'm draw/writing again. 

Animals

Random dog photo. She is such a clown. 

I've finally found purple. My hair is growing out from my "I want Pink's hair but got shaved and skewered" haircut and back into my "I've had long hair my entire life" style. I guess if you have beautiful naturally curly hair, you should thank your stars and leave it alone. 

I can't help my impulsitivity sometimes. I can now say I've had my head shaved and have sported a pixie cut for a time. Now it's just unkempt and wild. It's kinking in odd places, getting knotty, (that's how I knew it was growing, did NOT miss knots) and overall is just angry at itself. 

I have a feeling this purple will get darker and cover my entire head. I am so in love, more so than I have been with my infamous shades of red. 

Oh, and who still gets pimples at this age? Once you break free of your teenage reign of this nonsense you should be rid of them forever. 

overworked and static

Right after Christmas I got sick.  Sinuses. Then I got sick again. Then I started working too many hours on too many things and thus, crickets can be heard here.

Poor, poor blog. 


All I can think about is going to the beach. Point Pleasant, NJ to be exact. I've been frequenting that spot over the last 4 years and it began as one day trip with the beau on a very chilly March day, in search of specimens. It seems eons ago that we first met and thus began our ritual of beachgoing, although one year our plans were thwarted by an evil hurricane. 


My mind is filled with projects and trips that I can't yet put into action. You see, I have a list.  Prioritizing is one tool I learned early on to keep my excited mind from losing track of everything. Notebooks are a necessity, although I pity the poor soul who has to go through it all after I've passed from old age.



First thing is first.  The truck needs an oil change.  So mundane..........pfffftttt!


I'd rather be painting.

the other side

I also post on Tumblr. I have to figure out how to merge these two lovelies (aka blogs).

http://themarcellaeffect.tumblr.com/post/73616230062/another-side-effect-of-this-girls-dont-buy-cartoon


This little bit really strikes chords inside of me. This recent blog entry I'm directing you to is entitled "Another Side Effect of This "Girls don't buy Cartoon Toys" Nonsense" written by gailsimone is enlightening and disheartening. I was never one for Barbie dolls. My Barbie's got mohawks and broken limbs, had stitches (needle and thread), and were otherwise maimed or forced to be lesbians because my mother wouldn't buy me a Ken doll. I was more into playing with my little brothers toys, namely the He-Man collection and wrestling figures.

I own a lot of toys. I watch a lot of cartoons.  I play a shit ton of video games. I read comics. My favorite cartoon right now is Adventure Time, created by Pendleton Ward. Adventure Time

We all like what we like and it doesn't matter who we are.


And now, on to stuffing my face full of the ginormous salad I got for lunch.


Update:
I just went online and found out that Adventure Time footed pajamas are 1/2 off!  Good thing I'm going shopping after work............hellooooo Jake jammies!
 Jake pajamas

absenteeism

So, between being ill and the holiday season, I took quite a hiatus.

When I don't feel all too swift, I like to write. Usually that turns into finding new ways to write my name. I love calligraphy of all sorts. To me, it's like a bit a therapy. 

As you can see below, this letter Z is going to be the death of me. I'm not too keen on how it looks.  Granted, I'm at my day job and have limited supplies since I dumped my bag and chose a new one to use, leaving out my pen case so I had to resort to pencil, pink paper, and a purple highlighter. At least I recycled a sheet of paper.

I wish I had something other than Microsoft Paint on this computer.  UGH.


Another thing, I seem to spend way more time designing things for others and neglecting my own things, like my website.  The gods frown upon me for that. It's a mess.

I'm saving up for one of these suckers though, which will replace me trying to digitally draw and paint on my iPad:

Oh baby. I have two small versions of Wacom tablets but they just don't cut it. This. I need this. :)





No bath

Someone does NOT want a bath. 

I don't get it. She is a large, large dog with a menacing bark and yet she is scared to death about being clean. You guys, she seriously needs a bath. She smells like old man cellar and outside. Of course, I just HAD to adopt a white model canine so she's dirtier than the average bear. She also sheds like a fiend. Short hair = hair everywhere. 

She's an American Bulldog and she is the smartest and sweetest dog ever. She's also really protective. I'm not sure what happened to her in the short 4 months she had without me, but she does not like men she does not know. Girls? No problem. Boys? You are going to get growled at and averted at all costs. 

Honestly, I haven't loved a dog this much  since my pug, Shelby, aka Noonie aka Shel Bo Baggins passed away. 

She's pretty rad. Even though she stinks. 

Look at that face. 

When she gets warm, her skin turns pink. 

Ps. I didn't spell check this as I'm going against my rule and posting from my iPhone and while imbibing on spirits. If it's one thing I've learned, stay away from the internet when you've been drinking. 

Muahahaha I'll probably post again tonight. 

collllddddd and scarrryyyyy

This is what I looked like this morning while I pumped gas into my car.



Soooooooo, this just happened:

the meterological gods have changed their minds and gave me more snow! I think my post yesterday did the trick.
 
My philosophy is, if it has to be cold outside, there had better be snow. I think I'm low on the pole when it comes to getting excited over storms approaching. My uncle once told me "You're not a true 'Fedden' at heart if you hate snow."  Fedden, by the way, is my grandfather's surname. It doesn't look too German, but it is. His family is from Friedrichshafen, Germany, right on Lake Constance. Needless to say, that city is on my list of places to visit.  But that's a whole different story.

I was talking about snow again.

Oh well, at least I have something to post for tomorrow.  I have a great winter photograph of my grandparents that I'll share instead of rabbit drawings. 





Almost forgot.

Happy Friday the 13th!  Muahahahahaha

winter

The static electricity that ensues due to increased indoor heat because it's stupid cold outside drives me a bit insane. My hair, my clothes, my cats, even my socks have static.

You just can't shake it.

I can't seem to stop drawing this rabbit.

It's not officially winter until Dec 21st but it's definitely reared it's frozen head where I live. I love snow. I have 4 wheel drive and I don't mind driving in it. I hate other drivers. They ruin winter for me. Coming to a dead stop on an incline up a mountain is not how you drive in the snow and yet this is what happens EVERY. SINGLE. WINTER. SEASON. One would think that having lived in said mountains for a period of time, one would adjust.  No.  no.  NO. 
But I'm excited nonetheless. Being an eternal child has it's benefits. One is getting ready to bolt outside and bury your dog in the snow. Another is trying to get her to pull your sled, which she won't do, and will leave you face down in the snow for having attempted it. Cheeky girl. Then I walk to my parents house and I throw snowballs at their windows until they acknowledge that I'm outside in the snow. That's about the time I build the snow ramp in their yard since they have a great slope for sledding. Woohoo!
SO. EXCITED.

I'm a little disappointed that I'm not in the 6-12 inch band of snow. For some reason, old man winter has been dumping snow everywhere around me and ignoring me like a little kid.  What gives, you jerk?

sugar+RANDOM POST

I had more sugar than I'm used to today. 

So much that I realized that I was meowing at my desk. I was thinking about my cat, sitting in my dining room window.  He sits on his tail. He's very bushy. His name is Belushi but I call him BOOSH because he's really hairy and poofy.

The sugar is leaving me and I'm thinking about dinner.

I love Italian food. All of it.  I try not to eat too much pasta and cheese. It's going to be hard to not eat a ton of this tonight.




The coffee is still raging on in my system though. I love coffee.  Coffee and sugar do things to me. They make me outgoing and focused. In the right amount, together they make me a tornadic whirlwind of silly loudness. It's almost to tourette's levels.  I feel like Edgar right before he burst out of his Edgar suit.

Oh god.

the pause before i have to board the ride again

Today is just do it without thinking day. After being flashed by the bright light located at the apex of a stress a-bomb, a short reprieve occurs.

I level up

Then back

and ultimately realize that I'm a nude rabbit who loathes raw carrots and just wants some hummus.

Today is just

And......

I swear my teeth have hair. 

Something new. So new that I can't access my computer to scan and color. 

More soon. 

Unless I become consumed with killing things and leveling up in Borderlands 2 again. 

Too Dark Park

This is 5:04 pm, in my back yard, located 

in the Poconos, Pennsylvania. I think I need to hibernate.