Chaucerettescs

I'm in the middle of writing an essay on Ira Levin, and am right in the middle of a paragraph discussing that the occult/possession horror genre is considered to be the most feminine of the subgenres due to the obvious metaphor of women being more "enterable" and the fact that the female sexual anatomy does more closely resemble the notion of strange, powerful, but unseen forces going on than the male's does... when I get my period.

Sorry that the first time I've posted in weeks had to be such an over-share, but I do love it when life has a sense of humor.

You know my writer's block is bad when I don't even feel like writing a brief paper on feminism in Ira Levin novels. Well, actually, it's not so much about feminism as it an argument against the argument that Levin's work is becoming obsolete because feminism has come so much farther since 1972. And, ok, #1 the idea that sexism no longer exists is a tad naive, I think; and, #2 the fears in Levin's works which are so often identified as female, aren't just female fears. I don't think anyone likes the thought of body invasion. Or having your fear brushed off as hysteria. Or being heinously betrayed by the person you love. Or losing your individuality. I mean, yeah, The Stepford Wives film is a bit camp. It's a satire (William Goldman wrote the screenplay, for God's sake). But, one with an ending that scared the hell out of me. And everything about Rosemary's Baby as a horror novel is perfect to me and nothing will ever convince me otherwise (I think I chose to write on this topic just so I could discuss what a fucking scumbag Guy Woodhouse is. If I can ever write a character who is as unspokenly and complacently vile as Guy Woodhouse, I will die a happy girl. I mean, how reprehensible does a character have to be to beat out Satan for the title of The Book's Most Despicable Villain?). And I don't know why I'm rambling about this other than I'm procrastinating and don't actually want to work on the essay itself anymore tonight. Which is odd, since under normal circumstances I could write a thesis on this subject. And with the argument of whether or not sexism still exists, a thesis would be what it took to get all my thoughts out. Which is why I'm focusing more on the female fears vs human fears thing since, unfortunately, I really need to stay under 6 pages. Blah.

And now for something completely different!

Yesterday in the car, my mum was talking about some crap, suspicious situation a childhood friend of her and Aunt Candyce's has gotten into, and said... and I quote, "Something stinks in Denver."

I laughed far harder than I can properly express to you. Hamlet, you may not know, took place slap bang in Colorado. Hee, mum and I have been cracking up over her slip for days now. Thankfully, she has a good sense of humor about such things. Seriously, you guys... LOL.

I think I only forgave her because she immediately thereafter told me a story about Aunt Candyce on the phone with her friend Jami (the same childhood friend), who was describing her boyfriend(who proves that sexism still exists by being a misogynistic, emotionally abusive asshole)'s cheating as being like Ulysses and the sirens (...yeah, ok), to which my aunt replied, "Ulysses S. Grant?"

Oh, Aunt Can.

P.S. Gah, I still have to write this fucking essay. And I have an argumentative paper due on Thursday and I haven't even picked a topic. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

So, today I got my ears pierced for the very first time and found out Great Aunt Jean has breast cancer. I'm a bit discombobulated at the moment.

The piercing did not hurt as much as I thought it would, though it did feel like being snapped in the head with rubber bands...which is not terribly pleasant. They also sting quite a bit (I've only had them for about twenty minutes). But I did it! And I didn't flail and fall over when they did it!

I don't really know what to say about Aunt Jean other than I'm very worried. I'm trying to be positive as breast cancer isn't automatically a death sentence (it could be worse -- it might've been pancreatic cancer like it was with grandma). However, she had a mammogram six months ago and there was nothing... and now suddenly there's a mass AND it's spread to her lymphnodes. That's disturbingly fast. She has to go back in next week to schedule a mastectomy (I have the feeling she'll want both removed), so things are going to be miserable for the next few months.

Also, WCC just emailed me to inform me that the state of Michigan won't be paying off any more promise or merit scholarships, so I shouldn't expect that $4000 anytime soon. Fuckers.

Chase is finally home after a no doubt exhausting vacation of yachting, shopping, golf, and inappropriate sexual acts in swimming pools.

He is very, very sunburnt. Or, rather, very very tanned under a fresh layer of sunburn. He wants to move back down there now, but ~only after he finishes school since he's all in lurrrve~

His final words before retreating to his room to sleep: "Get a rich boyfriend. It's fun."

lol, classy. But's it's really good to finally have him home.

Ok, first off, I despise Scream-o death metal. It bores the shit out of me and isn't worth the migraine. However, Chase's best friend plays exactly that. They pretty much swept at Battle of the Bands the other night, winning $500, etc. They had a show tonight in Howell and Chase, his girlfriend (Nikki), mum and I all went since it meant something to Josh (whose parents aren't entirely supportive of the band). Anyway, since I do like Josh, I came along, put in earplugs and just scoped out cute rocker boys (there weren't many, but the ones who were cute were very... very. One looked like the physical incarnation of Shoebox!Remus, only in a knit hat... and the other, like a blond Adrien Brody.)

Anyway, Josh's band came on and we moved super close to where the "stage" was. Behind us a bunch of idiotic fourteen-year-olds started... it wasn't even moshing...it was simply faux fighting and leaping around and flailing and finding excuses to fall in a heap and grope. Anyway, this more moron comes flying into the group standing near the stage and knocks Chase's into mine... and I mean hard, like 'crack!' Then another flies in, knocking Nikki and mom over. Lol, in an instant, mum is on her feet, enraged, and just gets all up in their faces, cursing them out. LOL, and she shrugged her jacket off, like she was about to start heavy, gangster shit. The best part was... the boys were terrified of her. New rumor at Brighton High: "Don't fuck with Chase Elliott... or his mom will fuck you up."

Hee, the manager shook her hand. "You are my new hero."

Anyway, my journals came in the post today! :D


This one is to be used for Gael/night of the murder stuff.


Mah Beauty and the Beast one. Take two guesses which couple this will be used for. >:3


This one speaks for itself. ♥

Once again all my teachers chose to give me an assload of assignments all due on Tuesday.

Dad got a job btw. It's here and only guaranteed for 90 days but some money is certainly better than no money. Plus, dad is driving himself and me crazy by being home all the time.

1. I am prety damn stoked for Tuesday night's inauguration.
2. I am loving my four-day weekend.
3. I am, however, feeling a little discombobulated because someone close to me has begun doing something that sort of...caught me by surprise. *ahem* That's all I'm gonna say. I mean, it's one of those things where you know they're going to do it eventually but... Jesus, just hold on a minute.
4. Speaking of which, I've been trying to write Mel and Adge's first time. Also their time on the motorbike...though ever since mum told me and Katelyn that she and her boyfriend actually had sex on their motorbike... I've developed some selective writer's block. At least Mel and Adge's bike wasn't fucking moving at the time.
5. Writing's actually been going fairly well. I have about a dozen scenes I'm working on/about to start. So that's good. I normally try to stay unsentimental about the whole thing but lately I've been fleshing out Gael and last night it hit me hard in the gut that I'm really heartbroken that he has to die. I mean... I felt devastated. Devastated in a way that is completely ridiculous since he's bloody fictional. Still though...gah. :(
I don't know, I must be hormonal. I actually felt like crying.
6. Several of the scenes I('m/'ve) writ(ten/ing) have featured Ben and Lena and while I am guilty of being fond of them as a couple, they are beginning to give me a brain fissure. Therefore! I am putting my mind back on my other young brunette couple. And the best way to do that is, of course, fanmixes!


Two of them in fact. They're not quite EPs but they're much smaller than my usual mixes. The first is sort of Mel/Adge from age 7 to 14, the second ages 15 to 20.

Patrick Wolf, Beach House, Air, The Cardigans, Sufjan Stevens, Priscilla Ahn, Sigur Ros

( 'Cause you and me, So happily, Make all our dreams of make believe reality )

Liars, Iron & Wine, The Hush Sound, City and Colour, Margot & The Nuclear So & So's Kings of Convenience, The Shins, The Magnetic Fields

( And her dignity shown so bright like a light on a hill. And she burned for me, and no other man came near the flame. And back country songs, the defeaning twang of the rich-white-kid blues You can own the stage, but the lights and glares will not make you real. She whispers to me, I was meant to be free. This life that we've built is deadly.  )

It's embarrassing how excied I was when I found that piano pic. Lol.
Zip of both mixes

Chase and I kept singing this last night:



Also, I just need to add this:


These people have been the main feature of my last four Christmases. >:(

Oh, well, at least the kids well moderately well-behaved last night. Though I may only be feeling charitable, since I was just the tiniest bit drunk.

( Roman Cokes? )

So, it was a moderately quiet Christmas. Honestly, it sort of snuck up on me this year.

But I got everything I wanted and neither the children nor the booze managed to give me a migraine, so huzzah!

It's a good thing there was no Grey Goose at the party, or I have the feeling I would've just kept drinking until I was properly smashed. As a drunk I'm pretty much like this:



I'll let you decide whether that's bad or not.

The next three days will be busy. I have to register to vote (because I feel obligated to cancel out my great aunt's vote for McCain and that bimbo Palin) and Mum's finally having the garage sale... though considering all the people thinking of pulling their money out of banks and burying it in the backyard, I doubt we'll have much business.

Sooooooooooooo...

Dad just got laid off.

Along with eight others.

Including a woman who worked there for eighteen years and has cancer.


.............

Sooooooooooooo....

Dad's very nervous of course, but actually seems in high spirits since this is, apparently, another step at getting us the fuck out of Michigan. Of course, it might also have to do with the fact that his (now former) employer was a lunatic who kept pictures of George Bush and The Virgin Mary above his desk.

The Blessed Mother's response to loyal workers who've contracted terminal illnesses? "Don't let the door hit you in the ass."

We sent about 43 resumes out west yesterday... hopefully somebody will answer. Dad also knows someone in North Carolina looking for managers.

I am not moving to North Carolina (no offense, Skyler). It's more likely that if dad gets a job there he'll be living there by himself for a few months (since, you know, we need money) until we figure out something more permanent.

*sigh* Fucking shit.

I'm trying to keep things in perspective. For example, had the deal on the house up north occured two days later, we would've been dead in the water what with the Washington Mutual situation. We seriously lucked out on that one.

Hopefully, this really is just another step towards something better.

...................... I am NOT moving to North Carolina. I've had enough racism and palmetto bugs for a lifetime, thank you.

My Great-Grandma Liz just shared this story with us.

One time one of her husbands' father got drunk and called her an "Ethiopian whore".

... So she hit him in the head with a fucking bat.

Or, as she put it, "I hit him in da head wit da bat and he started runnin' around shoutin' like I just kilt him." *looks at my Grandpa* "You remember that? It weren't your daddy's daddy. It was Ronnie's daddy's daddy."

Grandpa *sheepishly*- Yeah.

.........................

Ethiopian(???) whore?

You have to hand it to her, my Great-Grandma has the best stories. Like the one about my Grandpa borrowing Great-Grandpa Stanley's Cadillac and getting in trouble for leaving dirty footprints all over the ceiling of the interior.

Lol, Grandpa was a teenaged manwhore.

If I am insane, this is where I get it from.

My cousin Harmony went home today. Lol, I'm so tired. I'd forgotten how exhausting running around can be we haven't done it in so long.
( Thursday & Friday )
Yesterday:
Second day of the yardsale. What's with it with people up here and yard sales? Seriously, this sale was just a pilot run since we don't have any of the good stuff from up north. We just wanted to see what people were willing to pay, etc.

Grand total profit from selling knick knacks and Beatles stuff: $666. Satan totally breaks for garage sales.

It was awesome that we made so much since Chase seriously needed some new stuff for school. We all went to the mall in Novi. I haven't gone shopping in such a long time. It was brilliant. I got a red sweater from Ruehl which I adore, a black peace t-shirt from Hot Topic, loads of new knickers and and some new pyjamas from a company called Jenni which has little bunnies for a logo (and are fucking adorable), and a new swimsuit. I swear to God, trying on swimsuits is the worst. Harmony needed one for her trip to Mexico so it took ages between the two of us. She tried on about twenty different ones and I tried on about five. Blegh. I wanted to lose ten pounds BEFORE trying on those damn things (On that front, I've had zero soda today and I'm quite cranky. Also, the stretchmarks (?) are lightening. I'm still going to the dermotologist to check them out).

Tomorrow, our new real estate agent is coming to see the house. Here's to hoping he can get the job done.

I just finished a very good book. "In the Woods" by Tana French. It's set in a tiny town in Ireland. Three children set out to spend an afternoon in the nearby woods and two of them disappear without a trace. The third child, Adam, is found clinging to a tree, completely terrorized, wearing sneakers full of blood, and unable to remember a thing. Twenty years later, Adam (who has kept his past a secret in order to live a quiet life) has become a detective and he and his partner Cassie have been given a new case: a twelve-year-old girl brutally murdered near the woods of the town where Adam grew up. It was Tana's first novel and extremely well done. Her style is fantastic... simeultaneously darkly transcendental and realistic. It was so good. I've noticed that I've become a little too good at guessing the killer early on... which is disappointing... but she did twist it around enough to make it surprising. It left me feeling revitalized and wanting to write.... but also somewhat disheartened since her style is exactly what I want for Swacit, but I don't know if I can do it as well as she did.

Whatever, now that Harm's gone, it's back to writing.

P.S. Chase makes taking pictures a serious pain in the ass, but the results are always lulzworthy:

Lol, Harmony's half-Argentinian ass makes us look even paler then usual.

I'm feeling a lot better now. Mum and I spent most of the day together talking. Thing'll be alright. Is it bad that I'm not even that disappointed about not getting in? It's more like... nervous because... now what? You know? I knew they weren't going to let me in. Not when I was contesting residency (although I am a resident goddammit) and "cheating" them out of additional thousands by not living on campus. If I had two applicants in my hand, I'd have taken the one paying for room and board.

Mum and I spent about twelve hours talking about loads of stuff. College, the possible move (don't get freaked, we've been looking to move for a year and you've seen how well that's worked), sex, drawing, Chase's course selection for next year (his teacher put him in AP American History. .......he has a D+ in history because he slacks on his homework! He's getting out of there asap), sex, college some more, sex. Well, it was more like sex and a lack there of in my case. Heh, whenever we have a long ass chat, we always end up talking about sex. Which is funny since Chase always pops in at the wrong moment and ends up disgusted. Hee, mum's brain momentarily stopped working and she at one point accidently said "lubrident". Lol, which is...what? Lube for your teeth?

She took me to DQ for ice cream and then I introduced her to my Livejournal for the first time ever. Reading really old entries was amusing. I also introduced her to DeviantArt because she wanted to see some o my drawings (she likes my Marie Antoinette) and the inner workings of Facebook. Much amusement was had.

We pretty much worked ourselves into a giggling tizz and I started going off on how I wasn't interested in the frat scene or adolescent sexual fumblings. I think the exact phrase was "I want more out of life than a finger-bop and a bag of cheese doodles!" That is my new credo, I think. Lol, we laughed pretty hard at that for a while.

Chase went off to his friend's birthday party and, come 10 o'clock, we made cookies for ourselves.

The night ended with us making somewhat obscene phonecalls to Chase's cellphone and then he started cracking up on the other end of the phone and.... yeah... I'm exhausted from laughing all day.

I love my mom.

Heh, ok, today we celebrated Easter and Ryan's birthday at grandpa's house.

Now, first you should know. Ryan specifically asked for the Vet Polly Pocket and we were not able to find it. Another thing he did want was a remote control car that action figures could ride in. So, hee...

So, we're opening presents and we get to ours. Little motorcycle action figure thingy he wanted. A drawing tablet. A dirt bike model. Hee, Bratz car and this guy.

LOL, Cameron.

Ryan loved it and had a blast playing with it. My uncle was......pained, heh, but the car was a white convertible and didn't have glitter or anything, so he tried to cope. Hee, Connor freaking LOVED it. He was obsessed with Cameron the second we got him out of the box, or, more importantly, getting Cameron out of his clothes. He wouldn't shut up about it and at one point snuck off with Cameron so we couldn't see him trying to rip off his pants.

Somehow, we always end up giving those children a sex ed lesson. My aunt and uncle have got them so fucking mixed up.

( Moar of the story )

The best line of the evening, however, goes to my cousin Ryan (age 5):
Ryan: *after listening to my mum's spiel about correct anatomy, he looks at my aunt, seeming totally puzzled* Momma... why do you wear those things?
Aunt Lori: .......what?
Ryan: Those big humps on your chest.
Jackie: *Fucking dies*
Aunt Lori: *makes such a fantastically horrified face that it's cracking me up just remembering it*

That is the most simeultaneously hilarious and twisted thing ever. They stifle these kind of things so severely in their house that he actually doesn't know that's part of a girl's body. Lol, that it's something we wear and hang up in the closet at the end of the day.

Everytime me and mum bump into each other, we grin and ask "Why do wear those?"

We're still looking for that Polly Pocket. And I so freaking want to buy Connor a Hannah Montana doll. Or maybe he would prefer Zac Efron. He and Cameron can hang.

Ugh, I feel so tired lately. What the hells?

( What's Been Gong On )

Lol, ok, so my cousin Ryan's 5th birthday is coming up and we had no idea what to get him (since he has three of everything). Yesterday, my Aunt Lori asked Ryan what he wanted from my mum.

Ryan: *gets pained, awkward look on his face* Well....it's sort of embarrassing...
AL: Why, honey?
Ryan: Well....it's a gwurl toy. (lolz, that's totally how he says girl)
AL: That's alright, sweetie, I used to play with boy toys when I was a kid. What is it?
Ryan: ........................it's Polly Pocket, mom.

At which point, his eyes began to bleed and acid rained from the sky.

Bear in mind tht Ryan still has a bit of a baby lisp and he was so cute when he said this I just about died and huggled the crap out of him.

HEE, we're totally getting him Polly Pocket stuff. All of my Uncle's snide comments about my brother playing dolls with me when we were little and his general homophobic wankery are coming back to bite him in the ass big time. And all I can do is laugh my damn fool head off.

OOH! Here's what cinched the hilarity of it all! Yesterday, Ryan's 7-year-old brother Conner came home from the Book Fair with a Hannah Montana poster. It's now hanging on his wall.

I seriously haven't slept in about 30 hours. o_0 The plan was to just stay up the whole day until about six in the evening (to reset my internal clock, which is stuck on nocturnal at the moment)...except that I forgot we were celebrating Granddad's birthday tonight (his birthday is tomorrow). Plus, there was a mix up as our family finds it prudent to forget to tell us that they switched restaurants at the last moment. You know how sad it is for a family of four to be sitting in a Friday's at a table for ten with balloons tied to one of the chairs whilst staring confusedly out the window? Really damn sad. Plus, they chose to wait bloody forty-five minutes to call us and ask "Where are you guys? lol! We're at Tomato Bros." Asshats. >: (
So, at six twenty-six, already quite hungry, we decide to go to Howell...in the dark...when mom only has half an idea of how to get there (and has the worst night vision EVER). So, of course, we got lost on the black, snowy highway and then got turned around in downtown Howell. We didn't get there until about 7:15. It's funny how a combination of sleep deprivation, hunger, and frazzled nerves makes you just want to start shit with everybody, including your own granddad.

( Rant about dinner )
Guilt and hostility was thick in the air. I have seen better family dinners.

I had quite an uneventful Halloween, lol. I took my wee cousins out trick-or-treating. They were both vampires with teeth that sort of lit up like little strobe lights...which cannot be healthy vampire attire. Unless said vampires like brooding in nightclubs. Maybe Spike and Angel should get some. Anyway, I had to chase them around as they insisted on racing each other to each and every doorbell. Lord... Then I came home and watched a coutdown of the 100 most frightening films, which was enjoyable in a masochistic sort of way. P.S. I don't care what Chase says, I am never watching Hostel. I watched the Saw films for him, I've watched Devil's Rejects, but I'm not watching that gratuitous gorefest.

Also, I did another lovecouple!

Canon Couple #7: Scott & Nicole

Nicole, Alan, and Scott- 1980 by ~swacit on deviantART

Just One Final Second by ~swacit on deviantART
Full view=love.

I did two versions. A happier one and then a much darker one that I did by manipulating a pic of a shattered windshield. I'm inordinately proud of both, though the darker one does have a little bit more snazz, even if it does sort of devastate me.

The Outing - HP by ~lamech77 on deviantART

*chortles pleasantly*

Sorry, had to share this comic I found whilst traipsing through the nets. Aw, Sirius has a little Rosencrantz ponytail ^__^

Us poor R/S shippers. It's sort of embarassing funny how personally offended some people are being about not getting their ship canonized. (LOL, sounds strange, that. St. Dumbledore of the Pink Socks.) Honestly, they're her damn characters and she can make which ever ones she wants gay (the rest of the time, it's our job) and good on her for doing so. Browsing the Grindeldore communities makes me grin. Their joy is contagious. And icons, of course, lol: "GLBLAG: Goat-Loving Brothers of Lesbians and Gays"

In other news, Cedar Point was nice. It was a gorgeous day, all autumnal and warm. ^_^ I am, however sunburnt and... well, let's just say that it's a bad thing to realize that the pair of Converse you were sent to replace a different pair are about a size too small in the middle of a theme park. No joke, I spent the last half of the day gimping around barefoot (when Chase wasn't carrying me). I am completely hobbled. It kills my ankles and calves to walk right now.

We weren't able to get on the Maverick because either a) it was broken down or b) the line after repairs was three hours long. We hit The Millenium, The Wicked Twister (my love ♥ ), The Skyhawk (twice), The Dragster, The Magnum, and Chase and dad did the Mean Streak, but I sat it out because riding that thing always makes me feel like I've punctured a lung.

(Also, while waiting in line for Millenium, I noticed that someone had scratched "R + S= ♥ " onto a post and just about died laughing with glee. Chase thinks I'm a huge idiot, lol.)

At dinner, Chase and I were having one of our mock arguments and it turned into one of the highlights of the evening.

Chase: Yeah, Jack, well, at least I've been a functioning member of society lately.

*silence*

My Cousin Ryan: .........*deadly serious* You know what, Chase...everytime I'm out with you...you just always gotta' say whatever you gotta' say to everyone and it's always like...blah blah blah.

Granddad: *Nearly chokes from laughing so hard*

What made it funny is that Ryan is four years old. My brother got owned by a toddler.

Guess who just became my favorite cousin. ^__^

Me and mom finally had an all-out explosive argument with Chase over his treating mum like shit this past year-and-a-half and all the issues with his girlfriend and he not doing his schoolwork. It started off with screaming and name-calling from all sides, then faded into grudging admittals of what the real problem was (the whole are-we-or-aren't-we-moving-issue) and finally came to a resolution. Chase has promised to stop treating me and mum the way he has and set his grades right and the Emily situation is alright now that he realizes that we do not hate her, we hate the way he treats other people when he dates her. Right now everything looks really promising and Chase looks more relaxed than he has in months.

*sighs*

It felt really good for us to all just yell it out.

In other news, I just ate some blue rasberry FunDip and now my mouth is blue. Yuckers.

P.S. I just used Chase's shampoo and now I smell of pumpkin pie *giggles madly*

P.P.S. Is it odd that after two full years of not seriously fancying anyone... I find myself beginning to fancy Nick Lane?

....................oh shit. *feels confused and also slightly blush-y*