I RP at an X-Men RP called Weapon XVI (http://weaponxvi.proboards.com/index.cgi).

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It smelled like you in my car today.

When are you coming home?

Yesterday, I wore:

Light green skirt with the pale top/cami-thing
falling apart, high-top converses
teal bandana

My legs haven't been shaved in three months!

My knife went into my left shoe


We had all staff intercession yesterday, so everyone saw it. 8D

Here is my prize project that took way too long to do: the Possum Purse.

The idea started when my dad jokingly suggested that we make key pads for his saxophone out of possum instead of buying expensive kangaroo pads. So I jokingly went on eBay and had a look around. I ended up buying a possum pelt, and it arrived the day before I left for college. Huzzah for good timing!

My roommates had to suffer the possum coming out every now and then and get itself sliced and diced and stitched back up into the shape of a bag. I was fortunate to have very tolerant roommates. :D

The bag is 11x8x2". The front piece and flap are made with the possum's back and face, respectively. I had planned on stitching the tail onto the front, too, but popular vote decided that that was a bad idea.

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New skin/layout, for now.

Yay! First week of Watch is almost done (tomorrow)!

There are three people doing the NightWatch internship, me and two guys. I've got the whole basement of my house to myself (big basement). I'm awake from 3pm to 6-6:15am. I eat lunch at 8, dinner at 2. We're in the prayer room from midnight to six.

We've had a couple classes a day, from Foundations class, which covers a number of topics, to Father Heart and Song of Solomon meditation class. I am learning so much!

The six hours in the prayer room are my favorite. It's been hard keeping awake this week, but I've managed to only have catnaps. I'm learning a lot there, too. I'll post more on that later.

Josh did the Watch with us last night, and the youth group did a two hour set. They were very good. Josh and I went shopping today, thanks to the money that his small group gave so I could get groceries. <3

For my mom: Here's a list of weird things that've happened here so far.

Wednesday, Robbie and Katrina, the Nitro interns (basically Watch for couples), were arriving for class at 10 and came across a man lying in the middle of the IHOP parking lot. I'd've been there, too, but the guys forgot that I was at the house and left without me. Anyways, the cops were called, and the guy was driven to the hospital. He had a minor stroke, but was fine.

Diana, one of the Watch staff, went to the hospital for contractions (she's preggers), but they ended up not being....real contractions or something.

I made a 27" string out of yucca fibers from the yucca plant I found in the backyard.

As of a couple days ago, I'm officially doing the Night Watch at <a href="http://ihop-atl.org>IHOP-ATL</a>. I'll be taking classes in the evening and will be in the prayer room from midnight to six. Don't call me until, like, 2 or 3 pm. :P I'll be moving in on the 30th. I am -so- excited for this. I've been working through my older sketchbooks, taking out the prophetic pictures so that I can scan them easier and to compile them into one book. I bought a nice hardback sketchbook that I'm almost finished with. I don't want to shell out another $25 for a new one, so I'll buy a regular sketchbook, take out all the paper in that and switch my old sketches to the new book and reuse the hardback book. I am a Watchman.

Finn found two dead, baby squirrels in our yard today. There were very small and didn't have their fur yet. We had a big storm last night and they must have gotten blown out of the nest, but the only squirrel nest is twenty feet away from the tree where these were found. They're out back where the puppy can't reach them.

My gourd plants have gotten big. They're in the 'crop circle' a barren circle that used to house our pool. I 'accidentally' planted the seeds there when I cleaned out my first gourd to make a canteen. Four seeds sprouted and they would take over the whole yard if we let them. In the crop circle, they've got some healthy competition from the morning glories. I just found that I've got eleven gourds and not the ten that I originally thought I had. Mom thought one of the gourds had disappeared, so I went out to check and I ended up finding an extra one. What's surprising is how big it got before I noticed it. Anyways, on my four vines, I've got five dippers (the first two fruits were dippers and they're white and HUGE; two others are babies and will have straighter necks); four bottle gourds (the youngest is a very dark, solid green -- so pretty); and two dinosaur gourds (the second, and largest, is the one that I found today). Dinosaur gourds are neat in that they've a similar shape to the dippers, except that they develop really thick veins in the shell that look like armored ridges.

It's neat to see the variation in the fruits. My first crop I grew two years ago and produced only three gourds from three seeds, but only one survived. It was really big when it was on the vine, larger than the parent, but it is dwarfed by the 'big dippers' I've got now. The first gen gourd is my canteen. I don't know how much water it holds yet. The big dippers, I think I'll try to make into bowls if I can't sell them next year after they dry. The children gourds grow so quickly. When it's wet and warm, I'm pretty sure they grow over an inch a day.

One thing that I'm having problems with that I didn't have earlier is worms. I check my gourds each day and always end up squishing a few caterpillers that decided that my gourds were tasty. I think I found the source of my problem, and it's like realizing that the sole alien ship that touched down on Earth was just a scout for the 1000000000...... number alien fleet hanging around in orbit. We got sod two weeks ago to fill the bare areas near our treeline and they're writhing with caterpillars. :| I spent a long while catching caterpillars and drowning them in a little cup of water.

After that, me and Finn hung around in the shade near the neighbor's fence. It was nice just watching the clouds go by and seeing the bugs trotting around. I realized that there is a lot of sound that we don't usually hear 'cause I'm so busy-busy when I'm outside. The kids playing in the pool two houses down; the cicadas buzzing and flying around; the birds picking serviceberries out of the tree and the little wrens hanging around the fence. There's a rooster in the neighborhood behind us that likes to crow. The mosquitoes weren't bad, but I could hear the flies tooling around -- I saw a rainbow colored on yesterday. You can hear the wind in the tree branches a good two or three seconds before you can feel it. The sound of cars from the road and a random whistle from the folks on the other side of the fence.

The sky was so bright, and I couldn't help but think again about the farmer who used to own this land before the land was turned into a small, one road neighborhood.

First, notice my new icon I made. Pen sketch on notebook paper, colored in Photoshop with liberal use of *gasp* the burn and dodge tools. I know. Scary, isn't it?

Fishboy is a nice fellow. Likes to wear turtlenecks and argyle sweaters, listens to hard rock when no one else is around, and his best friend is his dog, Spot, an Italian greyhound. They go on walks together.


It's a dark night in the city. Tentacorp., the multi-million dollar cat-chow company, run by the nefarious Hobarth Cephalod, is slowly taking over the city. Crime is running rampant. The pretty widow, Cecilia Squid is being hounded by her late husband's enemies. There is only one fish in this murky sea that can be relied on to bring justice to the city, if he can escape the corruption himself. J.R. Cuttlefish, Private I.


On the far side of the world, in the underbelly of the mysterious East, a golem stalks the sands of the desert. His master, dead. His duty, forgotten. Woe is the one who meets the clay monster, alone and unarmed without the secret word.


Marcelle was the daughter of an English pirate and an Indian prostitute. They were sailing to Singapore when the storm tore their ship asunder. Cast to the seas, it was only the compassion of the dolphin pod that saved the girl and left her on the shores of the strange island. Sagra, a young mosasaur, became her closest friend and they took to the seas as pirates. Together, they slew the dolphin that rescued Marcelle and ate its flesh. They roam as marauders now, terrors of the Dinotopian shores.


Mosasaurs are my favorite reptilian not-dinosaurs. The pic above was drawn on tracing paper. And Sagra's going after a little ichthyosaur in the sketch, not an actual dolphin.

I'd been planning a post for a long while that was going to explain my recent string of tragedies concerning my dead things. It was going to start off with a sorrowful tale of a poor fawn struck down along the walk-path in the park, how it quickly decomposed thanks to my insect pals, was pestered and pulled out from its deathbed by unruly teenagers, and finally, run over by a lawnmower.

I would have then proceeded to explain the next unfortunate happenstance that followed a week and a half later concerning a roadkill coyote that I had hoped to harvest fur from (too far gone by the time I got there and it was very mangy), but in the end, I simply shoveled it onto the grass and off of the asphalt to give it some room to decompose in peace. The poor coyote had a curious string seemingly tied around its neck, but the other end of the cotton cord was tied to nothing. Peculiar. After the incident with the fawn, I had successfully learned how to 'mouth breathe' so as not to smell the reek of decomposing flesh and busted organs. Mom used this trick to avoid the fawn, watching in amusement while I gagged on the scent of it.

A nice fellow had stopped on the side of the road and went through the usual procedure: 'Is that your dog?' 'No? Yes, it looks like a coyote to me.' 'I have a dumpster that I could dump him in. . . ' I politely told him, No, Yes, and Thank you, but you really don't want to be hauling this guy anywhere; it has a busted gut. I forgot to mention that I was planning on coming back to collect its bones. I would have then continued on to describe how I drove past the next day on my way to work and found the coyote to be gone. Not there.

Frustrated, all I could do was assume was that someone had seen me scoop it up and called the ROADKILL COLLECTORS. With nothing to be done after the ROADKILL COLLECTORS had presumably gotten my find, I waited and kept my eyes open for more successful kills. A week passed. Last Friday, I was driving by the same place where I had scooped up the coyote when I see a skull laying on the side of the road. I pulled into the daycare center where I had parked before, scrambled to find some stray plastic bags in my car (we always have stray plastic bags), and trotted down to see if it really, truly was my coyote. Only his skull was there, the skin on the right side of his face mummified on, and the left side of the crania was shattered. But, I still had both sides of the mandible. The string was still around the coyote's head and I pulled it off. I made a quick search of the surrounding area, down into the ditch, and found no trace of the rest of the beast's corpse. Peculiar, but not something I was going to worry about. I double-bagged him, went home, and took pictures of it before dropping him in a bucket of water. It's now sitting under my front porch.

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