Ryan's Blog of Insanity

Birthday came and went, and I had a wonderful time. I had my friends surprise me this year, and we had a lot of fun at the arcade. This weekend I’ve been chilling at my boyfriend’s father’s house, fishing off the docks. Boyfriend likes his life to remain private, so from here on out, he will be Skeletor. Kidding, I’ll call him Boyfriend. Mostly caught a lot of little ones, and one big one (but it got away). Most of them were catfish, and I got finned by half of them, which Boyfriend says means I’m a master angler now (yeah right!).

Caught more tonight than I did earlier today, but yesterday wasn’t bad fishing either. Would like to catch a big one at some point. As much as I love fishing, though, I feel bad every time I catch a fish, because of the hook they have to endure.

Not one of the better times in my life, but forging onward.

From the sound of it, it doesn’t seem like the neutering of the dog has changed him any. Despite the pain it causes him, he still goes out of his way to chase my cat back into my room.

Normally any enterprise I attempt fails. I know it before it starts, even though I try to remain positive and hopeful as to not sabotage myself. Well this time I may have found someone who can take me on as an apprentice to a craft (unfortunately somewhat rare in creation in the states) I’ve been wanting to learn. Wish me luck–I mean it.

Also feel like I’m having a moment of clarity today. Probably because I forced myself to get up at 1pm rather than sleep in ’til night. Life status: Struggling but pushing on.

And if I can’t get out and exercise, maybe I can do it where I am. Eegads, she has hope again!

If I could move, and I desperately want to, I would–but I have nowhere to go.

Holy– On Tom and Jerry, there’s a feline clerk in front of the gates of heaven, checking people (cats) in. One of the cats was flat (roadkill), and in line after him bounced a wet bag that unraveled for three kittens emerge and come trotting happily past, mewing. “Tsk tsk tsk,” he goes. “What some people won’t do.”

Children shows always surprise me.

Now Tom and Jerry are completely smashed after raiding the liquor cabinet.

Disliking this particular vet; I don’t think I can trust them. I think they might kill the rabbit by ‘accident’ just to make an unnecessary point.

Whew, vet called to say the house rabbit should be fine and can even be picked up today.

A good movie is composed of good graphics, audio (optional), and story. The graphics of Avatar were so phenomenal, people were awed. They realized later that the story was subpar, but by then the movie-makers were rich. Making Avatar 2 is looking a gift horse in the mouth.

It’s been a Dick Van Dyke opening-theme kind of night. Pizza arrives around midnight and since everyone but me has gone to bed, there are no lights on outside my room. So I’m stumbling about while the dogs bark, hit the dogs’ water bowl, get slimy water in my shoe, and finally make it to the door. Then the guy tells me he doesn’t have a pen. Afterward the 2-liter explodes on me.

Probably nobody is going to understand (except for Dani) why I’m pulling out the Sculpey to make ball-jointed doll accessories (antlers today, faun legs tomorrow maybe). Will this be another get-rich scheme? No, probably not. But it will be one more step toward doll-making knowledge. ONWARD, RESIN!

Happy Old Year! Because everyone’s too focused on 2011 to recall the good times we were lucky to have in 2010.

Bar, bbq wings, socialization. Now it’s sleepy time.

In early December my family and our relatives celebrate Christmas. And for the last two or three years, my wee second cousin has put together a kids’ play for the adults. As the closest adult in the vicinity this time, I was forced to be the tree. Yes, the tree. To the tune of “I’m a Little Teapot” I sang “I am a tree, decorate me, open some gifts and enjoy some tea” with my arms straight out at my sides. Needless to say, people were VERY amused. Merry Christmas, y’all.