Whot Whot!!

Where is that Glanville? Stop worrying those spiders, dear boy, and bring 'round the row boat! I say, that boy, always with his head in the clouds! and at such a time! the gardener's about ready for tea, don't you know! we mustn't keep him waiting, why, he's practically resurected my gladiolas! be careful with that case now, those bottles are glass! now, get us to the motor car, we must collect mr. brown and be off for a taste of the Queen's tonic if you catch my drift!


La lalalalalalalal laaaaaa!
today: it was cold, grey, and chillie (sans carne)

Invented a brand new recipe. well, actually it was a marinade. for chicken. but i'm sure it would work loverly with some nice portobella mushrumps as well:

hand full of thyme, hand full of rosemary, dash of savory, pinch of sage. three glugs olive oil, and a healthy splash of white wine. and then another. and also, just a bit more. let sit as long as patience will allow, but if you wait three days, that's too long! grill over fiery brimstone, or just a regular barbie, if that's all ya gots. or the oven i guess. or, light a fire in the yard, and stab whatever you've marinated with a stick and go to town. see if i care. but try it out. if you don't like it, you can finish off the bottle of wine and still be happy!

mayday!! mayday!! mayday!!

tree.

scented blossom breeze.

SPRING!!!

snap. snap. snap.

(jazz fingers) bop bop.



Feelin' kinda beatnic today. also, feel kinda like a haunted pirate ship adrift upon the open sea.

yooooo-hooooooooo!??

los pirates?

Humdinger!!!

just felt like shouting that one out.

AGM- check
Tan- check
psychology research participant- check
sparkle- check
pay check from burdensome art place at mall- check (actually, cash!)
favourite slurpee treat- check!
Sunshine- check!

A good day, all in all. Cute boy from fake art store was there today when I went to collect my pay from like 5 weeks ago. He remembered me (happy dance) and, FMR and Mr. Brown, i'm sure are dying to know, those were real tattoos, not bic pen drawings as I originally suspected. I think ya gotta respect a guy who gets a carrot tattooed on his fore-arm. it's either gutsy or stupid, that line's always been kinda blurry in my life.

Didn't get my own tat consult, as Doug left early and ditched me! Bastardo! I rescheduled the consult, but also booked an appointment to get the actual tattoo done, since it wont be until October anyway. Oh patience, where art thy?

I think tomorrow I'll go use up that credit at Keith's shop and get some new holes in my head.

Go Team!

i gotta get me one a them phillipinos....

things my grandmother said. she actually said them, those words, put in that order. as though one could simply go out and purchase, or otherwise aquire a person who traces their physical origins to the islands of the phillipines. she also said, and i warn you, this is something no one should have to hear, but she said it, again, with the words that left her mouth, that if she were 60 years younger, she'd give that wife of Bruno's (Bruno being the early 30's handsome-ish handy man hired to paint the house and do some sort of lawn thingie to the...um..lawn) a good run for her money. well good for her. whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

Things I didn't do today include:

* buy lawn mower (electric)
* purchase groceries (i'm planning on adopting an all rice diet, to save future time wasted in this pursuit.)
* work on new t-shirt/grafitti stencils
* work on new tattoo design, so that I have something to go with at my consultation tomorrow, besides my incoherent train of thought.
* fly-by-night tanning (because regular, stable, safe equipment tanning isn't as fun)
* take panels and supplies to studio, in vain hopes of ever painting again, ever.


Things I DID do today include:

* waste a significant amount of time in bed, staring at the textured ceiling, thinking about who invented cooking, and how they figured it would taste better.
* spend 3 hours downloading ringtones for my cell (half of which didn't work)
* spend additional 45 minutes playing with above cell trying to decide what ring tones defines me as an individual, apart from the crowd (went with Fraggle Rock song in the end, Bubble Bobble was starting to get to me....)
* walk in the sunshine
* Laundry- see, I can do something productive too!


Things I may or may not do tomorrow include:

* Fly by night tanning
* Become psychological research guinea pig for a few hours
* AGM (I didn't forget, you can't yell at me FMR! i also did research too! I did!)
* Art openings
* consume adult bevereges until i can no longer function
* be brave, go to Ikea in search of picture frames

blah blah bloop blee mmppfmffm......

my brain has turned to jell-o, and apparently i don't care. wubble wubble.....sorry to Beddington Sparks, who i'm sure is a little fed up with the insanity....and the inability to complete simple mathmatics....

wibble wobble wibble ( my brain in jelly dancing!)

another zinger!

what a day!

Fantastic!


read something interesting today... it took 30 million years for technology to progress from chipped stone tools to the first iron, but only 3000 years from the first iron to the atom bomb. The speed at which progress is...well...progressing...is frightening. think about it. throughout human history, people would live their entire lives, and not see any cultural change, significant or otherwise. not until about 300 years ago could cultural change be measured by an individual within their own lifetime. think about our own lives. my dad has seen progress from horse and buggie through atom bomb, space race, satellites, internet...things are going so fast. I think about the changes within my own short life, the '80's to now...culture itself has morphed. it seems like time is going so fast, that it's beginning to collapse in on itself.

just a little food for thought, before I indulge in some more sparkle cake!

Cha cha cha!
Twizzle~

Top 5 things to do with your new found theme song!

in no particular order:


1. play it really loud on your morning commute, roll down the car windows, and spread the love until the people in the car next to you start groovin' too!

2. Shop for produce, ask where the limes are, and when they are pointed out right beside you, grab a few and electric slide away like it's all good!

3. get your groove on!

4. dance like Jasmine Guy from Fame (and Dead Like Me) as you cross the street

5. strut your stuff, baby!


So came into work today, after dancing my way to work (which is hard, when you drive a stick shift automobile!) and strutted in the door. Clover was working today, we actually went to junior high and high school together, but were only aquaintances then, really. She's really shy seeming, quiet and conservative. you know, no tattoos, poercings, scary stories, questionable memories, she's never woken up in a dirty, torn wedding dress full of cigarette burns. But nice enough girl, none the less. anyway, she said the usual "hi, how are you today" greeting, and I launched into full glitter! I said " I am so Fantastic! I think today might be the best day yet, so far this week. I mean, yesterday was pretty awesome, and today's only starting, but whoa! I can feel the sunshine today girl!'
she seemed a bit shocked by this, as her memories of me from back in the day would include the cripplingly shy, angry angsty girl. anyway, she said it was a shitty day for her, because she lost her wallet, and someone rang up a bunch on her credit card!
and I said "Whoa girl! you gotta pay them bogus charges??" she said no. so I said, "look on the bright side, sugar, you can get whole new ID with great new pictures! you should go today girl! You lookin' hot! you strut yo stuff to the DMV!"

So, I am the crazy one at work once again. feels good to occupy the old position once more, just the opposite end of the spectrum.

just close your eyes and let it dissolve a little....

that barrier between your sparkle and reality, I mean. I am dancing in my chair lirstening to my new theme song (blackfoot roll by Mr. Scruffy, thanks to Yoshimi {aka she-ra}) and loving it! Who would of thought a year ago I was so bitter and jaded! Oh indeed! Who? I'm not even drinking! Fantastic!
you know, something i've just realized. the difference between melancoly and complete unhinged fantastic sparkle, is so very small. It's just a little spit polish, and some tarn-ex for the soul! and some dancing. seriously. put some music on right now, and do a little dance. tell me you don't feel like a whole new person.

had an adventure with atreyu today! i've decided she's unnnervingly similar to my once nemesis, but now pity-pot, Lucy. Attention whore, in other words. and also what i call a clairs/ardene goth (aka get's their anti-fashion at the fashion store...) You know, if you want attention, do something great and earn it. in the mean time, leave me out of your titty-piercing coven, cuz i'm workin my own voodoo here, and don't need your amazon.com version of witchery to trip over. how dare she judge crazy people like she does!

on a crazy side note, the above mentioned Lucy has joined my mom's knitting group. a storm is brewing in the east, let me tell you!

Actually, that side note wasn't crazy at all. but this one is! this mermaid has packed a basket full of glitter and spice, a fine bottle laughter, vintage 1984, and some of the best dreams around, we're going on one humdinger of a picnic to fantastic, and you're all invited!

Cha cha cha !
~Twizzle

ps. it's really hard to type and dance in your chair at the same time! you should try it!

Sparkle cake, all around!

oh my god! today was so fantastic! I washed my sheets in new laundry detergent, it's so good! you don't even know! and monday? OMG I LOVE monday! and also: Coffee, snails, kittens, flowers, sidewalks, rainbows, stars, bubblegum, fuzz, books, hot-cross buns, oboes, sunshine, Kool-Aid, pencils, brand new paint brushes, ice water, biodegradable tangerine dish soap, dandilions, wormies, post cards, bells, shoe laces, sea shells, pickle-pals, ice cream, satellites, buttons, whiskers (on kittens, or otherwise,) Mike & Ikes (original,) lint, Alizeran Crimson, bus tickets, lip gloss, glitter, muffins, feather dusters, nanaimo style saskatchewan bars, record high oil prices, paper satchels, discount refills, pottery, crisps, soggies, socks, sand castles, butterflies, and OMG so much more!


today, Atreyu was trying to be cool and ask about tattoos. I told her to check out Bushido, but she was scared to go by herself, so I said I'd go with her. She was really excited, and offered to "write something" for me in return. i looked her in the eyes and said " like what? obituaries?" she seemed a little concerned, so I added "I don't know anyone who's dead, yet, but I suppose we could write them ahead of time. What do you think?" She doesn't understand sarcasm, or how pretty much nothing i say is serious or intended to make sense, so perhaps she's a little concered, oh well. I have stars in my pocket!


Cha cha cha!

stars in my pockets, stars in my pockets, stars in my pockets....

(ya gotta sing that title, like the "hands in my pockets" bank song dealie....)


Don't worry for me, dear friends and family, i was always more than a little unhinged, i just can't be bothered to teather it up anymore. Plus, as some one very dear to me said, why stop with just one personality? keep going until you have a whole soccer team in your head!


And besides, who's got the time for all this gibber-jabber!?!?! Have Glanville bring round the coach! Where is that lad? always with his head in the clouds! G.W. has sent word from the Dark Continent, there's a war going on don't you know! We must away to see Beddington Sparks, he's drawn up the plans already, clever chap! now, where's my gin!? Glanville!


Sparkle Sparkle, kiddies!

what's with today, today?

I actually threw my alarm clock accross the room today. was frantic and almost late for work, and had zero energy, even after two large coffees and a ginseng guarana juicy juice. I literally slept-walked through work. But then! of course, Mr Brown shows up with some crazy story. Wasn't sure I could handle it all today, but after satay soup and an evening stroll through Kensington, pretending to be colonial era British and yelling about Granville, and seeing Beddington Sparks in his big truck honk at us, and scaring old people, I am alive again!

Oh Granville! what a chap! A bit weak in the knees you know, but all around good guy! Terrible about that whole mess with the prime minister, I must say Mr. Brown, he did look like an Indian, and there's a war in Bengal after all, what else were we to do! There's no acounting for breeding these days. That's the trouble. Now stop with the sour face, Granville, and refresh the gin! I said dry, dammit! Dry!

I'm lovin' it!

okay. it's true. i have become completely unhinged. i'd say i'm manic, except that i've been having the most wonderful sleeps. 8 hours and 17 minutes a night. perfect. i am giddy, energetic, and ridiculous. it's true. ask anyone. i'm no longer so cynical and sarcastric, i'm actually the "bubbly" one at work. granted, i work with the goth, angsty artist, and over worked types, but still. it's like i ate an extra piece of sparkle cake each morning, and can't wait to spread the joy. i do believe we should all be frightened, and keep our eyes open for the other signs of "the end times."


in the mean time, you'll find me leading an inspirational seminar, "you go girl!" on the fly in the food court next week. bring a friend!

I feel like Mariah Carey

and the emancipation of Teens.
i make my life crazy, yes, but there's no way i would get up to all these adventures without those crazy people i am priveleged enough to know.

there's nothing like trying to recap a crazy week over the phone to your mom to make you realize life can be insane! glitter and lollipops, mom. glitter...and...lollipops!

Thanks though to Mr. Brown, for talking me down, and then shaking me up!
And also A.S. for being so eerily reasonable and calm in any situation.

sushi was the perfect end to a crazy week. i almost feel ready to walk through tomorrow's coals!

I can't wait to write my memoirs! I hardly have to make anything up!

shit-burgers for lunch!

and also: That is SO not the milk i ordered!!!


What a day! horrible! so horrible, but then fantastic, in a way that only mr brown can do.....by that i mean crazy chaos.

Firstly, the computer at work comnpletely melted down. It wasn't my fault, and that point was recognized, but still i was the one to press the button. so my luck. they asked me to install a new printer for the work computer, so i did what anyone with any computer sense would do: I unpacked the printer, plugged it all in, then restarted windows before installing the new printer driver. simple. well, apparently not so, because some people leave their computers running 24-7 for 8 months without ever re-booting, not even once, on a machine connected to the internet that performs automatic software updates. so naturally, when i restart windows for the first time in forever, i get "the blue screen of death!" So we have to call Geek Squad to come fix it, but the guy says the hard drive isn't reading the emergency install disk, and the machine is fucked. Not my fault, but still, i'm the one who pressed that freakin' button! Shit!

so i felt like crap on top of feeling like crap for a sideways demotion, and was on the verge of breakdown, and all i could think of after work was going to the dr to get these hives looked at (caused by an allergic reaction to somethin', and exacerbated by the ten million advil i took because of cramps, yes cramps on top of the top of the rest!!!) but stopped to get a slush first because life was that bleak. But who do i seee at the gas station? None other than Mr. Wizard, aaron springer! fantastic! then Mr. Brown has poor li'l Keanu drive him all over and back to find me, and they drag me out to some kinda underground art/crossdressing gala secret party event! in the end, alcohol mixed with anti-histamines, cross dressers and a crazy "i give it all up for fuck's sake" attitude left me feeling so much better, and waking up in a pile of glitter and gold stars helped a bunch too!

What a day!

back to the gods of chaos toying with me....

or maybe it's just me toying with myself....
but before i begin to complain about my latest batch of chaos, let me say this: I did a spread about the issue, and pulled the Tower (unwanted change or trial resulting in a valuable lesson or life experience) in the current situation, and in the outcome, i pulled the Sun (a new beginning, a chance at happiness and fullfilment.)

So here it is: I got sideways demoted at work, wich i honestly can't decide if i'm upset about. it was nothing i did, simply that employee X was offered assistant manager position 2 months ago and declined because persueing other avenues at that time. I was offered the same position, and accepted, but now employee X has come back asking for the same opportunity back. They gave employee X the assistant management role, because she could committ "indefinately" (as opposed to my 2008, which apparently isn't long enough...) and i get "team Leader" role of 1 store, instead of working with all 3 (though it seems that i will be anyway.)

Can't really blame management for going with employee X, because she's been with the store a long time, and would be able to take up the reins a bit faster than I. Really, the thorn that's sticking in my side is the simple fact that i won't get management credits to put on my resume. all this after finally deciding to decide on a decision. shit. i don't think i should be bruised by it, but the ol' pride is a little, let's say, sun burned. or itchy. no, let's stick with sun burned, it's just me that's itchy.

but in the big picture, my real goal is to spend the summer in the studio painting and making/selling art, and this may actually make that goal easier, as i will be working a mere 10 minute walk away from the studio, which i so sorely need to visit more often. so maybe i should stop complaining like a pop diva, and be thankful i'm not a starving orphan child barefoot in the snow.

It just pisses me off a bit, especially after i dismissed yet another offer for employment yesterday, one working with a "high end" art gallery for a lot more money (though, i figured out after jumping a tax bracket, the actual amount of $$$ i would take home was negligable, especially when i consider i'd have to buy a whole wardrobe of for-real grown up clothes.)

But if they change my schedule so that I have to work nights/evenings, i might kick up a bit of a fuss. I'm kinda pissed off, but not really. I think i want to be pissed off, but i'm not, and that's what's frustrating me. Shouldn't i care more! Care damn you! CARE!

eh....like i said before, i can show up with gum in my hair and it wont matter. And (i'm sure future mrs R and Mr. Brown will vouch for this) working for the framing gallery would have sucked ass-popscicles.

So there ya go. no matter how i try, there can't be smooth sailing. at least no one is in the hospital this time....speaking of which! I am a horrible person, who doesn't call her dad enough.

Isn't it amazing how spring just happens? February always makes me go a little (or a lot) crazy, and then march just seems to be this limbo, but then one day i wake up, and the snow is gone, and it's raining! I can go outside, and wear short pants, and not bundle up, and feel air on my skin! It's so fantaastic!


On a side note, Special K asked me to a movie again. I said I don't watch movies, which is a blatant lie, and he must know so because, how many hundred times have we all rented a movie and then gone to sev to get treats? How dare you say I am leading him on! I want to lead him away! Shoooo! Shoooo Special K! Go! Oh well, at least it's not Stanley. Why am I cursed with this special gravity for the strange and deeply troubled? Perhaps, because I am so myself...

on the bright side, gummie snails!

It is the Hunter's Moon!

And I am out for blood!

I am riding through the midnight glades,
chasing down my prey!
I am throwing flaming pumpkins,
and I am taking heads!
There is none that can stope me!