Friday, September 30, 2005

Wake me up...

Annie posted about this video on her blog, and I felt I also needed to share it. It left me in tears, seriously.

Picutes of knitting and the rundown on Pauly Shore will come later today, I don't feel like it at the moment.

Thursday, September 29, 2005


I got my Bruce Campbell essay back today. It's the first real grade I've gotten back this year, and the first big paper I've had to write in two and a half years, and I got an 88%! It's not perfect, but the professor said she gave out very few As, so to get a B+ made my day.

I get to meet Pauly Shore tonight. Well, not sure if I'll get to meet him, but he's appearing on campus and I'm going to go see him, at the very least. I'm not anticipating a huge turnout, most people I've talked to don't care or are busy.

There has been some knitting progress, I finished one sock for my S.E.T buddy, but I'm not posting pictures of that yet (not until she recieves it, anyway). I also started a pair of socks for my boyfriend's mom (for Christmas), but I don't have pictures of that yet.

I should post again later tonight with details about Pauly Shore, and sock photos.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

100 Banned Books

Not really a meme, but I thought it was interesting.

From Christine

Here's a list of 100 of the most banned books. Please note I have made the books I have read RED!

1. Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
2. Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite
3. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
4. The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
6. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
7. Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling (not yet, but my 10y/o has read all of them)
8. Forever by Judy Blume
9. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
10. Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
11. Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
12. My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
13. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
14. The Giver by Lois Lowry
15. It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
16. Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
17. A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck (this was an awful book, btw)
18. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
19. Sex by Madonna
20. Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
21. The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
22. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
23. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
24. Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
25. In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
26. The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
27. The Witches by Roald Dahl
28. The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
29. Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
30. The Goats by Brock Cole
31. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
32. Blubber by Judy Blume
33. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
34. Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
35. We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
36. Final Exit by Derek Humphry
37. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
38. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
39. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
40. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
41. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
42. Beloved by Toni Morrison
43. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton (I used to work with her son, and the movie was filmed in my hometown, OF COURSE I've read it)
44. The Pigman by Paul Zindel
45. Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
46. Deenie by Judy Blume
47. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
48. Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
49. The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
50. Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
51. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
52. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
53. Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (A. Rice)
54. Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
55. Cujo by Stephen King
56. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
57. The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
58. Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
59. Ordinary People by Judith Guest
60. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
61. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
62. Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
63. Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
64. Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
65. Fade by Robert Cormier
66. Guess What? by Mem Fox
67. The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
68. The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
69. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
70. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
71. Native Son by Richard Wright
72. Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
73. Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
74. Jack by A.M. Homes
75. Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
76. Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
77. Carrie by Stephen King
78. Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
79. On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
80. Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
81. Family Secrets by Norma Klein
82. Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole
83. The Dead Zone by Stephen King
84. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
85. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
86. Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
87. Private Parts by Howard Stern
88. Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford
89. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
90. Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
91. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
92. Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
93. Sex Education by Jenny Davis
94. The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
95. Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
96. How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
97. View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
98. The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
99. The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
100.Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

update on the piercings

My piercer was really happy to see me (and with pictures). She took a look at the healing and said they looked REALLY good, she was surprised they weren't red or swollen, and was a little surprised to hear that they had already started to itch (which is a sign of the healing process). She told me to keep doing whatever I was doing, and that they're probably be healed before the actualy four month period was over.

I was glad to hear someone confirm that they were doing as good as we thought they were.

Monday, September 26, 2005


School has finally started to get fairly routine, and I'm getting my ass in gear finally. Work has been awesome, of course. T was telling me that S was asking him how my performance has been (since I work with T the most) because S really wants to promote me, which is awesome. I love my job, I've always enjoyed working at video stores, so this is a really great opportunity for me, especially since I'm considering changing my major to film, or something to do with advertising and/or video editing.

My nipple rings are, or at least seem to be, doing fine. Here in a little bit, I'll be heading down to the studio again to have my piercer look at it just to make sure it's still doing great.

Austin was fun, if I hadn't mentioned that. I have a pet fish now, also. His name is Dorian, I've had him for two and a half weeks, and he's beautiful.

If anyone is interested in seeing the piercings, they can click here. Picture is NOT work safe, seeing how I had my nipples pierced.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

I promised I would post my Bruce Campbell Essay

Recently, I got to meet a personal hero of mine. Most people would consider me silly to claim that an actor who primarily stars in B-movies is someone to look up to; typically, I’d say that they’re correct, however, I consider Bruce Campbell an exception. If you know him at all, then you probably know him as Ash from the Evil Dead movies; what people don’t realize is that he is also an author, director, and producer. When I was ten years old, I watched Evil Dead for the first time, and fell in love with bad horror movies. B-movies are now a passion of mine, and I completely blame Bruce Campbell for that – not that it’s necessarily a bad thing.

The Thursday before classes started, I was walking in The Loop and saw a sign at The Tivoli that Bruce Campbell would be there August 25th promoting his new book, Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way, and also his most recent movie, The Man with the Screaming Brain. Since I had only been living in Saint Louis for about a month, I didn’t really know anyone here, much less anyone who liked Bruce Campbell as much as I do. Knowing that I had to find someone to take with me, I began asking everyone I met if they were fans of Evil Dead. No one was. Then I found Matt. I’m still not sure how I found Matt; all I knew was that he liked Bruce Campbell as well. We made plans to meet around 4pm and head to The Tivoli to buy tickets for the 9 o’clock showing.

The big day finally arrived. It was dreary and gray, and the sky had been threatening to split apart and drench the earth with rain. The weather was perfect for taking pictures in graveyards, which is another bizarre hobby of mine. I asked Matt if he would mind going to the cemetery on South Campus with me so I could take pictures of the nuns’ graves. His look betrayed that he thought I was quite strange, but he agreed. We walked down the road that runs in front of Provincial House, past all the road work and the skeleton of the new dorm, and the road led into a tunnel of trees. Almost out of nowhere, the cemetery appeared on our left, right as the sky started lightly spitting rain onto us. Everything about the graves seemed eerily symmetrical, and I started snapping photographs almost instantly. There was a middle aged woman helping an elderly woman place flowers at a headstone. When Matt pointed out that we were not alone, I stopped taking pictures out of respect for the two other women, and waited until they left. By that time, the light sprinkling of rain had turned into a full blown shower. Determined not to be stopped by a little rain, I continued taking pictures until my digital camera’s memory card was almost filled – I had to leave some room for pictures of Bruce Campbell, after all. We decided to go ahead and drive my car to the Metro station, since I needed to move my car anyway. As soon as we were in the car and out of the rain, we noticed that there was not one single centimeter on our bodies that was not soaked with rainwater.

When we boarded the Metrolink, we soon found out how cold wet clothes can get when exposed to air-conditioning that is set expecting hot August weather. This was an extraordinarily bad thing, considering that I have an allergic reaction when I get cold. We were shivering and uncomfortable, at which point I declared a trip to Rag-O-Rama was in order so that I could purchase dry clothes, taking into consideration that I had a medical need to be warm – not to mention I am a girl, and any excuse to buy clothes is a valid one. Luckily, the trip was a short one, and we were at the Delmar Loop Metro station before I had a very serious allergic reaction. We proceeded down the sidewalk in the direction of The Tivoli and Rag-O-Rama. It was still raining, and I was having issues with seeing out of my glasses, so I grabbed a copy of the good old Riverfront Times, and used it as an umbrella, with it spread over my head like Janet does in the “Over at the Frankenstein Place” scene in Rocky Horror Picture Show.

We stepped into Rag-O-Rama, where central air once again chilled me to the bone. I started by trying to find a pair of pants that would fit me; however, that is a very difficult task. I actually have an hourglass figure, and while that is the “ideal” shape for a woman, most women aren’t shaped that way. As such, most jeans companies don’t make pants to fit women that are shaped like that. I always end up having to compromise and tolerate a pair of jeans that fits in the hip, but are far too big in the waist, which makes shopping for jeans the most frustrating thing I can possibly do with my time. I sent Matt to find a shirt while I looked for some item of clothing to cover my lower half, since they didn’t have one pair of jeans that would come remotely close to fitting me. I wandered over to the clearance rack, then the skirts, and I even considered a dress. Matt quickly found a body piercing shirt that would fit me, and wasn’t expensive at all, while I drifted back to the skirts again, trying to find one that wouldn’t look horrible with a t-shirt and tennis shoes. About that time I realized that I was subconsciously singing to the song that was playing – an older song from one of my favorite groups, Modest Mouse. I had been wondering why everyone was giving me strange looks, and I wondered how long I had been singing. I eventually settled on a fairly plain denim skirt, paid for my purchases, and took the opportunity to change in their dressing rooms. We head back down the sidewalk towards The Tivoli, where we realized it was 5:30 and Bruce Campbell started doing signings at six. We decided to go to the 11pm showing instead, and then realized that Matt was about 75 cents short of the admission. I didn’t have the change, nor did I have enough in my bank account for two tickets, so I went ahead and bought mine, and we headed back to the dorms so Matt could get the change he needed, and I could change into dry underwear and pick up my copy of Bubba Ho-Tep for Bruce Campbell to sign. We did what we needed to do, and once again boarded the Metrolink headed for Delmar.

When we got back to The Tivoli, Matt bought his ticket and we headed inside, where we discovered that I had to buy Bruce Campbell’s new book to have anything signed by him. I went ahead and bought it, even though I couldn’t really afford it at the time, and got my line ticket, which basically said I was the 306th person in line to meet Bruce. Matt and I went into the theatre and sat down, where we quickly discovered that, at 6:45, they were only lining up to line ticket number 75. At this point I started wondering how my cemetery pictures had come out, so I took out my camera and turned it on. Rather, I tried to turn it on. Apparently, the drenching rain had gotten into my camera and shorted something out, so I had no way of getting a picture taken with Bruce. I was devastated, but I decided reading his new book would cheer me up, so I started to read. When I needed to stop to use the restroom, I reached for my line ticket so I could use that as a bookmark, and discovered it was missing. After searching for it for about 20 minutes, I finally got up and asked the guy that gave them out if I could have another one, since I remembered my line number; he didn’t ask any questions and wrote out another one. Excited, I ran back to my seat, realized it was now almost 8pm, and they were still only on number 150 – not even halfway to my number. Matt and I decided to go see what we could find in the way of food, and we also needed to get my car and drive back to The Tivoli, since the Metro stops running around midnight. We got back to the dorms, got my car, and headed to The Nosh, since we had no idea when they stopped serving food. Apparently, it’s sometime before 8:30. We then decided to just skip food, and go straight back to the theatre, and wait patiently for my turn.

It was 9 o’clock when we got back, and they had moved the signings into the lobby so they could show the first showing of the movie in the biggest theatre. We asked someone who looked like they knew what was going on what line number they were on, and they were on number 280. It was almost my turn! That’s when I noticed someone was taking a picture of Bruce with their camera phone. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of that, and took out my phone. Just my luck, the battery was almost dead, so I turned it off to hopefully conserve what was left. I lined up according to my number, and waited, talking excitedly to people around me. When it was my turn, I handed my phone to the guy taking pictures and walked up to Bruce. He complimented me on my boots and we briefly discussed my move from Tulsa to Saint Louis, which he referred to as a “pretty damn big change.” He signed my book and my DVD and shook my hand, and I left to meet up with Matt once again. I opened my cell phone to look at the picture, and it wasn’t there. The moron who was supposed to take it had not saved it. Desperate, I asked his assistant if there was any way we could possibly get another picture with him. She told us to wait until everyone else was done getting their books and various memorabilia signed, and then she’d see if he had time. We waited. For what seemed like hours, we waited. Luckily, there was another rabid fan of Mr. Campbell’s that had the same problem, so we got to talk to him to ease our boredom. I was also exceedingly glad I had thought to bring along my knitting.

After the line was gone, we stood up to see if we could possibly get our pictures. Before any pictures could be taken, however, Bruce had to do an interview with a local TV station. We felt privileged to get to see it being filmed. In it, Bruce revealed that there were no plans for Evil Dead 4, nor plans for a Jason vs. Freddy vs. Ash movie, both of which were sad pieces of news. Following the interview, we finally got a chance to get my picture taken. Bruce was very apologetic about the inept man taking pictures, and too a picture with me. While everyone else that had their picture taken got a fairly generic one where Bruce was signing their book and talking to them while on opposite sides of the table and neither of them were looking at the camera, I got a picture where Bruce came out from behind the table, leaned an arm on my shoulder, and made an Elvis pose. Matt and I went into the theatre to wait for the movie, which is indescribably odd, to begin.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


Last night, I got to do something I've wanted to do for 2 years: I got my nipples pierced. I found the experience quite painful, but it would have been less so had I gone with barbells instead of hoops.

I would have posted last night; however, as soon as I got the pictures up on SuicideGirls, the power went out. There were mad storms here last night, and as a result campus is closed today due to a power outage (which is strage, I live in the dorms and have power).

The tattoo/piercing studio lost power for a bit as well, I was afraid I'd have to go home. But it came back on and we waited for a bit and then Cristina started up again. I feel sorry for the people in the theatre across the street. the power went out there, too, but they were having a special screening of The Corpse Bride (which I heard was awesome, by the way).

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


Lack of updates recently is due to a horrible illness.

Well, not that horrible. I had been feeling crummy for a week and a half or so, and Friday I assumed I had a hangover and that's why I felt bad (Thrusday I was crazy, y'all - CRAZY). However, when I didn't feel much better Saturday and Sunday, and I felt totally awful yesterday and today (I probably slept almost constant since 4:30pm yesterday), I decided to go to Health Services on campus to see if I had some sort of disease. I found out that I was running a fever of 100.9 (which is EXTREMELY high for me, I usually run about 97.2 or so), and that my tonsils were swollen and had pus all over them, which is way gross.

That's right, folks - Tina has strep throat.

The awesome, wonderful nurse practitioner (I have decided that I like NPs WAY better than MDs) loaded me up with drugs - Pennicillin, ibuprofrin, sudafed and claritin (because my nose looked like an "allergy nose"). That whole trip to Health Services(including the drugs) only cost me 23 bucks - AND they put it on my student account. This is really a blessing because I have no insurance.

And after one round of everything but the claritin (which I'm supposed to take in the mornings) I feel MUCH better.

Which is great, because I leave for Austin to visit my sweetie Thursday night, and I was really worried I was going to be sick the whole time I was there. But the NP said I should feel better by the end of the week.

Another thing - I'm FLYING to Austin, guys. I've only been on a plane once before, and I was so small I don't remember it. I am so scared. Can I knit on the plane? I would think so, but these days...I'm not so sure.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The Questionnaire

1. Are you a yarn snob (do you prefer higher quality and/or natural fibers)? Do you avoid Red Heart and Lion Brand? Or is it all the same to you? I'm not really a yarn snob. As long as it doesn't squeak, I don't care.

2. Do you spin? Crochet? Neither, but I would LOVE to learn how to spin.

3. Do you have any allergies? (smoke, pets, fibers, perfume, etc.) Nope

4. How long have you been knitting? About 9 months, I think. Maybe a little longer

5. Do you have an Amazon or other online wish list? Yeah. Also here

6. What's your favorite scent? (for candles, bath products etc.) I like anything that smells like food, or fruit. I do NOT like cucumber melon. (Also, for the record, candles are not allowed in my dorm. It'd be 9 months before I got to burn it.)

7. Do you have a sweet tooth? YES. Dark chocolate is my favorite, but I like anything except white chocolate.

8. What other crafts or Do-It-Yourself things do you like to do? Knitting is the only obsession - so far.

9. What kind of music do you like? Can your computer/stereo play MP3s? (if your buddy wants to make you a CD) I like all kinds of music. My top five are: Ben Folds, They Might Be Giants, Five Iron Frenzy, Bright Eyes, and Ben Kweller. And both my car and my computer play MP3s.

10. What's your favorite color? Or--do you have a color family/season/palette you prefer? Any colors you just can't stand? Pink is my all time favorite color. ANY shade. I really like anything, I'm not a BIG fan of orange, yellow, or brown, though, but they have their moments.

11. What is your family situation? Do you have any pets? Currently, I live 410 miles away from my family in a dorm room at college. I have a cat back home that I miss terribly, and a boyfriend that is 900 miles away.

12. What are your life dreams? (really stretching it here, I know) Really, all I've ever wanted is to be a stay at home mom with 2 or 3 kids. I'm currently in school to be a high school history teacher, but that is honestly not a long term goal.

13. What is/are your favorite yarn/s to knit with? Oh, wow. I love almost anything I've used, but I don't remember what kind my very favorite was. It was merino, but I don't know what brand.

14. What fibers do you absolutely *not* like? squeaky acryllic. I can do something with almost anything else

15. What is/are your current knitting obsession/s? I really want to felt more, but it's hard to do, living in the dorms and all. I'm about to start my first pair of socks, so that'll probably turn into an obsession.

16. What is/are your favorite item/s to knit? Anything I can actually finish. I really loved making hats for myself and my boyfriend

17. What are you knitting right now? a travel blanket set from Hollywood Knits Style

18. What do you think about ponchos? Not a big fan. I don't hate them, but I don't love them, either.

19. Do you prefer straight or circular needles? Either, really. Just depends on the project.

20. Bamboo, aluminum, plastic? Bamboo

21. Are you a sock knitter? Starting my first pair sometime this week. We'll see how it goes.

22. How did you learn to knit? Picked up a book geared towards 12-year old girls. I figured if they can teach kids to knit, they can teach me.

23. How old is your oldest UFO? Hmm...only a couple of weeks, I think.

24. What is your favorite animated character or a favorite animal/bird? I like cats and polar bears.

25. What is your favorite holiday? Halloween!

26. Is there anything that you collect? Not that I can think of.

27. What knitting magazine subscriptions do you have? None, I'm a poor college student.

28. Any books out there you are dying to get your hands on? Hmm... if there are, they're on my wishlist

29. Any patterns you have been coveting, but haven't bought for one reason or another?? Not in particular, but if anyone can find something like this with a hood, I'd be forever grateful.

My dad - an update

Due to some questions being asked, I realized that I hadn't even posted an update! I've been so busy working on this 5 - 7 page paper for freshman comp, plus reading Freud and learning German, that I totally forgot.

My dad is doing so much better. He's back home, they didn't find anything physically wrong with him, so they figured it was either stress, over-exertion, a panic attack, or some combination of the above. They told my mom to keep an eye on him in case it happens again. My mom just speculates that he wanted a few extra days off from work. I'm not sure if I mentioned previously it in my blog or not, but right now I'm about 400 miles away from them (they're in Tulsa, and I just moved to St. Louis about two months ago - first time I've ever not lived in the Tulsa area).

I plan on posting my paper when I'm done with it (it's a personal narrative of when I met Bruce Campbell). It should be pretty good.

Also - it was brought to my attention that some people can't post comments since I changed to Haloscan. Any else having this problem with my blog? Email me ( if you do. Also, does anyone know of any other comment/trackback programs that aren't crap? i really don't like the default blogger one.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

New Orleans

by the Nixons

Here I am again,
Overwhelming feelings
A thousand miles away
From your ocean home
Part of me is near

Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between
We can't separate
Your all I hoped you'd become

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

Fleeting visits pass
Still they satisfy
Reminders of the next
Overshadow goodbye
Our flames burn as one

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

All I am begins with you
Thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true

Here we are again saying goodbye
Still we fall asleep underneath the same sky
You're all I knew you'd become

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

Entwined, you and I
Our souls speak from across the miles
Intertwined, you and I
Our blood flows from the same inside
Half of me, breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true

I see you, I feel you
When I close my eyes
I see walking there...
I see you dancing in my mind

This song came on while I was reading this, and I don't know that I could have said it better myself.

New Orleans has always been the city I want to visit, to live in. I wanted to live in a run-down plantation with my sheep, my cats, and any other animal that needed love.

Is the French Quarter still intact? Does anyone know?

I have no words. There is nothing I can say that someone hasn't already said, and they said it ten times better.

How the FUCK can such tradgedy exsist? Between my dad and how I feel about this , the worst collection of headlines I have read in my life. They're looting the city while property owners take up arms.

I have only been alive 21 years, how is it possible that I have seen such horrible things happen in my lifetime? When I was in fifth grade, we had the OKC bombing (which was all to close to home), and then September 11th, and now this. Also, in my personal life. My grandfather has had far too much work on his heart done for me to be comfortable with. When I was in 7th grade, my mom was hurt pretty badly. We were fairly sure she'd be alive, but we weren't sure if there would be any permanant damage (there wasn't, thank god). A good friend of mine drowned when I was 16. My heart was broken in no less then three places when I was 18. And now my Dad is in the hospital.

I'm glad I know that nothing is permanant. And really, isn't that the meaning of life?