I want to marry Felicia Day.
That is all.

I just wanted to let anyone who is a fan of shopping at the Friendly Stranger know the following. Cory got me a rather pretty stone-pipe for my birthday (i really adore pipe tobacco on occasion and I may have had LARP in mind a wee bit). It has different sized bowls which screw in to the stem, I went to change the bowl to a smaller one as I wanted to try it out and lo and behold my shock, when after a few small, careful twists, the part of the pipe holding the thread snapped off.

Understandably, I called the store immediately, asking about their return policy for clearly unused items - tobacco has not even touched the thing. So I called, and was rather rudely informed in a voice which insisted that is MUST BE MY FAULT, that they have a no returns policy. Never mind it was purchased less than twenty for hours ago. The most they will do, is give a twenty five percent discount on a future purchase.

Understandably, I am miffed, and now ask to speak to the manager. Who continues this tone of 'clearly it is your fault, all of our merchandise is absolutely perfect when it leaves the store.' To this I say, bullshit madame. Either way, after a few rather non-professional attempts at justification on her part, logic and understandable customer dissatisfaction seem to honestly dumbfound this woman, she hung up on me.

Cory and I have been going there because it was right by his work, despite knowing there were less douchey-places in the city to go, it was just easy. Fail place is fail. There's no shortage of similarly themed stores in Toronto, take your money elsewhere.

Maybe I worked in really good stores in the past, since anyplace I've *Ever* worked, fragile or not, expensive or not, policy or no, if the item was clearly not manhandled/abused/used/etc. when it decided to FAIL, we took it back, and at the very least gave full store credit. No matter what though, we NEVER thought it was appropriate to *hang up* on a customer, and we definitely never called them 'fucking liars.'

Emiry: My dad said he downloaded Obama's agenda from the White House website. I'm skeptical 'cos I don't see any links to download.
one neon day: It's secret.
one neon day: Like the homosexual agenda.
Emiry: :(
Emiry: Because we're bisexual we only get to know bits and pieces.
Emiry: Secretive homosexuals.

"I love you so much that sometimes when I am loving you it makes me almost explode with love. True story. Some guy once came and said to me, "Hey buddy, I heard how much you love Gina ... and that's a total lie." So I hit him in the face with a chainsaw. Needless to say, my love has not been doubted since."

-Cory, in a fantastical email. In which he also told the story of how he averted an apocalypse by becoming a rabbit and dealing with the Rabbit Queen (further details I'm afraid, are confidential).

We are cute in strange. strange. ways. Don't ever watch Happy Feet with us, you might get cancer from the adorableawecity.

Yes, we can heal this nation. Yes, we can seize our future. And as we leave this great state with a new wind at our backs and we take this journey across this great country, a country we love, with the message we carry from the plains of Iowa to the hills of New Hampshire, from the Nevada desert to the South Carolina coast, the same message we had when we were up and when we were down, that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we will hope.

And where we are met with cynicism and doubt and fear and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of the American people in three simple words -- yes, we can.
President Elect of the United States of America - Barack Obama

As a little girl, I'm sure like many people on my friends list, I wanted to be President of the United States when I grew up.

When I was ten years old, my mother needed to move us to a town called Le Roy, NY, an intensely conservative town in Upstate New York. In the seven years I went to school there, not a single one of my teachers (which the exception of ONE Spanish teacher) bothered to learn to pronounce my last name.

By seventh grade I knew what "spic," "wetback," and a whole other slew of racial slurs meant. I was white if you looked at my skin, I mean, no one *ever* guesses my Puerto Rican origins to look at me. I wasn't white enough though, they knew my last name and for quite a few years I was ashamed of my father's lineage. It made me separate, different, in a world of blonde hair and blues eyes - and it was like no matter how hard I tried for a lot of people - I was never really good enough. By Eighth grade I stopped thinking I could be a somebody that people respected, let alone in the world of politics, or that my voice even really mattered. Clearly, I just wasn't good enough - and if my peers couldn't accept my thick thighs, Spanish surname, and bilingual nature how could a large crowd?

Throw on the fact that by High School I was fully aware of the fact that I was bisexual, and I couldn't have felt like anymore of a freak if I tried. Cue the alternative hair, angry faces, and loud music.

Now, for the first time in years, I feel like that little girl again, the deeply tanned, rice and beans loving (okay that part NEVER changed), Puerto Rican and Polish (PoliRican), who really believes in the American Dream. Proposition 8 passed, but, I have faith. I have faith it will be over turned because look at the world, It's time for change.

Yes. We. Can.

Barack Obama is the man for the job. I'm hoping now, harder than I have dared too in years and it feels like free falling. The wind is in my face, and I can hear those who doubt but for now I refuse to listen because after so many years of doubt, shame, and frustration with my country, I am PROUD.

I believe in my President Elect, I believe that maybe, just maybe things will get better.
January 20th 2009, here we come baby.

Step 1: Put your iPod on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 10 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

( Lyrics behind cut )


(I skipped 6 because it was Ramones Rock 'n Roll High School and that would just be too easy!)

So....
I'm in Puerto Rico, and it's as fantastical as I remember, which is nice. There has been beaching, and familying and OMG THE FOOD.

And a random yet funny tidbit?

I don't get hit on a lot in Canada/New York, however, I have lost track of how many times I have been hit on since getting off the plane.

It is weird. Now I have to go call ariana and make plans for the wedding we're going to tomorrow...woo.

I'll report more at a later date.

Hey now,
So, after fighting with the idea for over a year - I've decided to work on a serialized web "novel." It will be updating three times a week and is of the Modern Fantasy persuasion, told from the point of view of a precognitive twenty something who is unlucky in love, and clumsy to boot.

Take a look, read the first chapter, tell me what you think!
Don't be afraid to give me grammatical tips if you notice something weird, but don't be a douchenozzle about it.

If you like it, spread it around, if you don't...well, at least it's not like I'm fifteen and still subjecting you all to my bad poetry.

Anyhow, here's the link, just give it a try, and if you like it - for cripes sake leave a comment!

The Seer Blues.

Brought to you (sort of) by inspiration from Ray Bradbury's [u]Something Wicked This Way Comes[/u] (more people need to read this book, and everything ever by Mr. Bradbury,so good).

Here's possibly one of my favorite book quotes ever, from that book.

"Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that's burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It's a long way back to sunset, a far way to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead -- And wasn't it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time ... ?"

I can't find my copy to save my life, and I want one now damn it. I need more money just for book buying.

( beginnings of a story I'm writing )


That's all I have right now. The story has been marinating in my head for years so I might actually put out more, maybe, someday.

For now I leave you with another quote by a REAL writer.
"Evil has only the power that we give it."

/Random Musings.
This has nothing to do with anything save for the fact that 1997 was apparently the year where *almost* all of my musical guilty pleasures were on the Top 100. Before you lose respect, please keep in mind that a good number of these are guilty pleasures because they make me el-oh-el.

Guilty Pleasures List:
*Donna Lewis - Always Forever
*Aqua - Barbie Girl
*Let Me Clear My Throat - DJ Kool
*Tubthumping - Chumbawamba
*Everyday is a Winding Road - Sheryl Crow
*Ooh Ahh Just a Little Bit - Gina G (the comedy in this is evident )
*Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin
*Da Dip - Freak Nasty (lollercoppters of epic proportions).
*Hypnotize - Notorious B.I.G
*No Diggity - Blackstreet Featuring Dr. Dre
*I Want You - Savage Garden
*All for You - Sister Hazel (this is not a shame song, but instead an AWESOME one)
*Semicharmed Life - TEB (also not shame)
---...You know, i COULD list all my guilty pleasures or I could just man up and admit I like a lot of 90's music, and some of it is admittedly effing awful

1997 was also the year I lived in an interesting neighborhood. This was the year I learned to do some interesting dance moves from my babysitter. Nothing pervy! Most ten year old girls just don't know how to up "drop it," as it were.

I honestly admit I frequently wish we'd never moved away from that apartment complex/neighborhood. It was an awesome place, our apartment complex was a pretty safe place in spite of the badness in the rest of the surrounding area, and because of this we kids ran wild like hoodlums as small children well should.

LeRoy was decidedly NOT as awesome (where we moved after that). Kids liked crappy music, did not know how to properly braid hair, play hop scotch or know how to properly jump rope to save their lives. (Sorry Jen, Aimee, it's true!). Anyhow, that apartment complex and school was the last time I ever felt I fit in with any crowd until I started hanging out with the guys in late Jr. High and getting in to gaming.

I had my first 'boyfriend' at that school. Luis Figuroa. He was Puerto Rican like me, only his family was from Carolina. We took the bus to school together, he held my hand and walked me to class (he was a year older than me! O_O) and we hung out on the play ground and spoke Spanish while being y'know, kids. It was less a y'know 'romance' and much more kids with something in common enjoying each others company. Though, it's not like there was exactly a shortage of Puerto Rican kids in my area -cough, shifty eyes.-
He also taught me, albeit unsuccessfully to play Basketball.

As a completely random side note my other gradeschool "boyfriends" were:

Glen Krueger (RIP Glen, he died when we were in 8th grade. It'll be seven years come April 18th, or 19th. I forget the exact date.)

DeAlmond Robinson...I think he must be about 7 or 8 feet tall now. >_>
He was almost 6 feet tall when we were only in 6th grade.

and Jordan...something or other. I'm fairly certain he was at least partially albino.

/End Random Musics.

No matter how hard you try.
You will never be as cool or amusing as Robert Downey Jr. and Val Kilmer in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.

You don't get it, do you? This isn't good cop, bad cop. This is fag and New Yorker..

...
Or Val Kilmer as Doc Holiday for that matter.

You ain't no daisy.

or, alternately

. . .

Josh Hartnett and Bruce Willis in Lucking Number Slevin? Also > you.

I have too much snark to write a book review about a religious woman who was FUCKING CRAZY

Marie de l'Incarnation
look her up.
BITCH WAS NUTS.
...
i hasnt slept yet.

Virginia Woolf
Please come back from the dead
so I can set you on fire.

Worst Wishes,
Gina.

It is October 8th, 2007 at 4:33 pm.
It is currently 31 degrees outside (aka 87.8 degrees farenheight).

Dear weather
It's fall kthnxbai.

LARPing has trained me well.
At 4:30 this morning, we had to get up and run around campus.
In our PJ's.
. . .

I was able to outrun people who LOOK to be in better shape, and who are much younger than me.
And that's WITH my smokers lungs.

It needs to be lunch time now plz.

Anyone want to buy a cherry red electric/acoustic guitar - like brand new?

I don't want to sell Lulu...but I really, really need book money for school.

I was outside cleaning my car.
And then the sky exploded.
It was trying to help.

Friends cut.
It's nothing personal, either I have forgotten who you are or you don't update.