This is it!

After the Premiere has been released! With a very shy (at first) me, and then going kinda 'crazy' at the end (there's even an F bomb ><).

I had so much fun :3

Episode 1:
This is an Intro  <--- CLICK!

I'm still working on stuff but I was really, really nervous (haha) but it doesn't sound too terrible, so I take it as a victory ^-^

Make it NC-17 because it's not mainstream.

Later!
Skadi

After the Premiere

I've been busy at work, covering shifts and what not, I'm tiiiireeeedddd! still, I just wanted to announce to the world (Heya, Carl! :3 hehe) I've been working on prep shiz for my podcast. The name is 'After the Premiere' and I'll have another blog thingy for it named the same, because I'm awesome like that.

In other news ~

The war is ON at the Olive Garden: Arnela (busser/hostess) and Skadi (busser/server) VS. Eddie (evil master of evilness/bartender/host/server/to go spec/smurf).

It all started after weeks of being abused and bullied in the funniest ways possible; until we (A&S) decided it was payback time! We locked Eddie out of the bar while he was carrying some shiz in. It was all fun and giggles until a few minutes later, when 2 freshly made snowballs hit us. Coooolllldddd!

Not being happy with already freezing our faces: Coffee sabotage was part of Eddie's revenge as well. Although, I count the coffee one as 1/3 victory since the first one was half successful while the second one worked in my favor. Luckily I was still working on adding sugar to my coffee (so I could have a cup of sugar with coffee and cream) it had 3 packages already but I needed more, more I said! Thanks to that I saw the crazy red color all over, I didn't taste it but I had to get rid of my coffee >:(  hence why I take it as a 50-50. The second one was deliciously sweet, he added vanilla syrup to my coffee, lots! :3 Yum!!! The poor soul didn't know I drink coffee as sweet as possible <3

I love Eddie, he's totally evil and such a smartass! and I mean I love him in a 'he amuses me' kind of way. No love for me, no, no, no! *dance*

Oh! And someone stole Capt. America :( R.I.P. Action figure of awesomeness...

 

May the force be with you! Or... whatever phrase that applies.

I'm tired and I'm still trying to catch up with Breaking Bad so I say, later all! (Carlos... haha).

Ranx2

Passion ~ Reloaded ~

Last entry was sooo helpful to make me think about a bunch of crap.

I know, I know, it was very dramatic. I know I'm dying, we all are. I was scared of being alone, plus the realization of time passing by and having nothing done nor anyone with me, after a very... 'sad' (to say the least) development; it was just bad for me.

But as I might not be, by any means, a talented writer (I wish I could be, for sure, but that's not one of my many, many talents ~ Hehe), writing helps me to put my thoughts together and brings some order to my chaotic, restless mind.

Actually, that day after depicting how I was feeling in this blog, I decided to go back to the many hobbies I had during my happiest times, which was during my Middle and High School years. I'm catching up on tv series, music, books, comics, video games and movies; that's been keeping me busy. I went to a local record store (it is a pretty cool one) and bought 120 bucks on comics and other art books (I'm coming back later for an awesome edition of Sandman too). Anyway, I also decided to do something about my endless ramblings, specially considering I have no friends to talk to, so I'm creating a podcast about movies for regular peeps by a not-so-regular gal. Hopefully it'll be out soon :3

I don't want this space to be all dramatic, that's why I decided to update with better news to share.

Now, I'll leave you with a happier video that goes with the title of this entry. Enjoy!

   

I need to get a 3DS asap... and a digital camera... and frikin' time to do all the stuff I want!

Ok, I'm off for now! I'll talk to you (or write, w/e works) later! :3

Skadi

Passion

I may be the worst philosopher around, I can't never be completely serious, for whatever reason. I find that entertaining but frustrating, specially the later to the other person who is pretending to pay attention.

This might be my most serious entry yet. Just be ready for anything!

Somehow, I feel like I'm running out of time. Life time, that is. Like, it all will be over soon and that thought scares me, a lot. And that is weird because I never felt worried about my own mortality. I always thought that, when you are not happy, not about a single thing, death should feel like a relief; but being myself under that circumstance, I fear it more than I ever did, since I never cared...

I'm not ill, sick, or anything (ok, well, mentally ill I'd say just enough to not be confined in a comfy 4 soft walls asylum), I just feel like it will happen soon, and I won't have time to do and learn everything I wanted. Not that I wanted to live long, I thought living up to my 50s would be more than enough. Now I wish I could be young a little longer, so I could get some extra time. I'm almost 30 now and going through what it could be the second worst period of my life, and I can't help but feel like I'm wasting valuable time here, yet there's nothing I can do but to wait a little longer.

Hold on, hold on to yourself, for this is gonna hurt like hell...

I can be very, very dramatic, in a manner that you'd never see it coming, but be sure of this, it will come. Also, I couldn't care less about most things, to the point where I seem to be very apathetic to everything. I know there's always been a lack of passion in my life, at least in comparison to others who would do anything and everything it takes to achieve what they want. I don't have a specific thing that I might be passionate about. I want many things, I like many, many things; but I do not excel on any field of my interest and wanting is not the same as being passionate.

Right now, I'm trying to be cheerful and positive but nothing is right. My mind is all over the place, my heart is broken, my goals are nonexistent, I'm scared and alone. I know no one will come and try to save me, for I have pushed them all away from me.

I wish somebody would do just that. A specific someone.

I don't want my life to end at this point, but I have nothing to live for either. It is weird. I want to be random, happy, to be the multi-tasker and multi-achiever I was when I was younger. I want my friends. I want to feel understood, and to have 'partners in crime' again.

I keep living because of me, but I have no idea why I'm doing that, I simply can't give up. I wish I had a reason. Sometimes I think I'm one of those persons who are just there to be a 'sidekick'. In all honesty, that doesn't sound too terrible to me. Which it might be my biggest problem, who knows? I'm more like a cheerleader than the college sports star anyway. I'm good to support others and be there for others, as long as they let me, I'm just a 'partner' not a mastermind. I don't need to shine if I can help my loved ones shine, that's all I need. I don't know when that started or if it's any healthy at all.

I've always had a hard time looking for something to keep me interested, to be passionate about. Passion is important, but I have none. I guess, it's others' passion what makes me want to help them, be there for them, and all that jazz; because I can't find my own.

And I'm running out of time...

To end this post, because I'm being all sad and pathetic, I'll post a music video, one of my favorites of all times.

Oldie but goodie, imo.

Laters.

Ranx2

Misery

Was misery the one who loves company? I forget. Like I forget most things, just another day in my life.
Anyway, if it is, then... Idk I just love company, actually, good company. I'm very needy but if I have to choose from being alone or having a bad companion, being alone will be! And I'll have to take that for now.
I'm feeling kinda emo (or a lot) because I hate my birthday, even more this year in particular. I've been waiting for something I'm not going to get, kind of expecting, from someone who is not the kind of person who'll do that... I seriously don't know, I'm a complete mess tonight D:
So... I've slept 2 amazing hours... and I have a looong day at work ahead of me today (Mother's day + Olive Garden + Physical work + Lack of sleep = Rage-cranky-impatient-zombie mode will be on sooner than later).
Plus, I'll be heartbroken today, after not getting what I really want.
This entry is miserable, haha, sorry about that! I needed to share with nobody :3

Ranxz

Spirale.

I've been listening to this song a lot lately. Some things come to your life when you need them, even if it's as silly as a cartoon (anime to be specific). I finished watching Aria and it was so relaxing, specially now that I have many things going on that aren't specifically nice.
This song, the opening of the 3rd season, soothes me. I smile and believe, there is something better, there is a future, it reassures me we'll meet again...
I'm happy and relaxed for a change. I've made mistakes I have yet to fix, but I can do it, I will do it. I don't know, I just felt like sharing! That is all.
:3

Ja mata!
Ranxz

Ideas from the past.

Now there's an actual subject for this post. Yay, me!
When I was young and believed I had several talents, I had this idea for a comic or a sci-fi book, but as I realized later in life and, as it have been shown post by post; I lack structure when it comes to writing. I might be a little (or pretty much) crazy but I accept my shortcomings :3.
After realizing my mind likes to drift away too much for my own good, I gave up on that idea. But I actually worked on a few sketches and characters appearance, motifs, personality and so on. Actually it wasn't a terrible idea and last night I remembered about it, so I feel like starting it over. Since no reads this I can write about those ideas here without worrying someone is gonna come and be mean or try steal my silly ideas, right? right!
Carlos, I know you read this but I trust you and, btw, what happened to the octopus illustrations project? I still have those scans LoL. Give me something to work on! I need to get busy :(
Starting the story, it's obviously in the future, not too near because I want to have space floating cities and subterranean ones too. Oxygen is easier to control underneath the Earth's surface and out in space. Ok, what else? Well, the whole story is about clones. But not in a 'he stole my identity' kind of story, it's the 'what happens when they have children' type.
For the storyline, I had this weird idea on how clones are not, and will never be, 'real' humans. So, I kind of start with Dolly's story, since the sheep developed a lung disease and lived only for half the life expectancy of that breed of sheep, and how scientists had to work on a modified DNA chain to make human clones viable to a point where they could have an existence as close as the person they're being cloned from. This modification made them normal but as a result they couldn't reproduce. So, if someone died and was cloned for the wife/widow and she wanted to have kids, well, she was pretty much effed up. That meant more modifications, and human-clone babies weren't really healthy ones or lived very short lives.
Ok, so basically, clone+clone babies were out of the question, and the human-clone ones that lived longer lives were a bit more special than what their mommas thought they were. They'd not necessarily have laser eyes, but they'd have the combined abilities of their parents. It means, they'd have the strength of their mom, dad (it was twice from the cloned parent because of the modified DNA thing) plus their own, as well as intelligence and other inherited capabilities. Also, any kind of genetic disease would come increased in the same proportions, that's why they didn't live as much or as well.
Regular humans tried to control that 'super population' of human-clone beings, but to make it a little more interesting, some clone-clone babies actually were able to survive and grow-up, they had to live hidden and shiz because they definitely were 'special' and humans wanted to control them too for other purposes, considering their double capabilities from each parent plus their own.
The main character of the story was Valetta (all characters had names of rivers, countries, cities and some other places). She was a clone-clone child but she lived with a group of human-clone peeps so she believed she was one of them, and so did the government :3
And... Yeah, well, that's basically the plot.
I don't know, it actually sounds cool to me but I guess it's because it's my idea, haha.
It felt kind of nice to write about it after so long! I think I was 15-17 when I had this idea.
Well, that's it for now.

Sayonara!
Ranxz

I know you know! right?

I've been on a complete vampire mode lately. I kind of missed it but at the same time I guess I'm just too old to let myself get lured into the night... not! But I'd appreciate to have a more human-like schedule.

I don't have a 'theme' for this entry so bare with me while I figure out why I wanted to write it in the first place :3

So, I was actually checking out the new Ads Preferences thingy from Google, and, like, I was reading a post where it mentioned how it makes a profile according to the sites you visit and stuff and since, you know, they kinda have to 'stereotype' or, as they call it, get Your Demographics. All in good will, to 'improve' the users experience (I call it stalking but now I know how to subtlety name some of my habits: 'How did you know?' 'I was checking out your demographics'). So they actually make this magic thing where they tell you what's your age group, gender, etc. regarding your web searches and use. Well... I don't think Google finds me very interesting to bother with me or it decided I'm weird enough and that by now I should have figured out myself on my own. Who knows? The thing is, I keep getting this:

Of course, I'm too lazy to do it on my own. Damn Google.  :(

Maybe if I visit enough porn sites it'd feel confident enough to say something about me... Yes, Google, I want you to judge me!

In other news.

I lied, it's kinda related.

I just realized I LOVE, like, totally love, to know wtf people thinks about me. And not necessarily because I'm insecure but because I'm insanely curious (Random fact: I ask 'why' as much as any 2 year old :3).

Ok, what else? I'm really bored and I feel like typing, I wish I knew what I want to write about. Actually, I know what I want to type, but I won't do it and it has to be an e-mail more than an actual blog entry; and it will be way too full of myself... and that's not always good news, I mean, if I were a superhero my super ability would be to screw things up, because I'm that awesome at it.
Ah, ok, that was convenient... that made it for me, LoL, at least for now... ^_^
I'm too easy to please...

Well, it's time to pretend to sleep for a couple hours! :3

Ja mata!
RanxZ

Fancy Footwork.

Yes, I could have joined forces to fight that S.O.P.A. thing but I didn't. Wanna fight about it?

For today the specialty of the house is random stuff about food! :3 Ah, that reminds me, before the closed Donnie Mac's here in Boise, I loved their Random Soup... Once it was baked potato soup and it totally tasted like a baked potato, it was awesome.
I don't know very well why I actually felt inspired to write about food while listening to Chromeo's Fancy Footwork, just for the record, I looooove Dave 1; but! the point is, it did get me to write about food, even though I'm not hungry, which is one of the weirdest things ever D: I'm always hungry or talking about what I just ate and then getting hungry again...
Anyway, ever since I was very little food has been mainstream for me. I learned how to cook at age 5 because my mom would be too busy with my other 354524587 siblings so I had to make my own breakfast, and I don't mean getting cereal and milk, I would fry the hell out of eggs and bacon, make empanadas, pancakes and stuff 5 year-olds shouldn't be doing.
At night, and my mom has nooo idea of this, or maybe I told her and I forgot I did, if so, then she knows, but right now I'll assume she has no idea; my dad used to take me to eat tacos or mini-pizzas at 2-3 in the morning, just awesome, and I'd drink coke just to make an statement (ok, no, but coke didn't make me hyper, that I know off... I just really liked it :3 ). And, basically, those were my bonding times with my dad.
I have to say, it was very interesting to see Cancun at night as a 5-6 year-old, I guess it's because we're not supposed to know there's a soul still up at night or that the world keeps going on at all or whatsoever.
Ok, hell, I gave up, now I'm the happy consumer of a giant glass of milk, a FiberOne brownie and a banana; good thing I wasn't hungry... aaaand, back, to business!
So, yeah, that was cool.
By the time I was 8 years old I'd cook for my whole family since my mom had to go to work all day, and I mean ALL DAY, 9am-9pm shifts. It was fun until my mom forced my big sister to learn how to cook for failing at school, then I was out of work. So, the remarkable part there was to go eat at friends' houses and shiz, because they had different rules and cooking methods. Once I went to have lunch with a friend who practiced some random religion and for whatever reason they forced me to eat the whole thing of soup even though I was full, because of some religious rule to not waste food. Well! I wouldn't have to waste it if you didn't serve me a crap load of food, to start with. And for that matter, if you don't want it to get wasted here's a tip: DON'T cook more than what you're gonna eat or add hard-boiled eggs and have it for dinner! but don't stuff the poor 9 year old who happens to be around just because you can't measure. On a happier note, the soup was good, I just got sick from eating so much of it and didn't want to eat soup for a couple years since that happened.
The soup was one of 3 food related traumas I've had in my life. One of them was a self-inflicted wound. I was a 8-9 year old thing and I ate like 3 pounds of ham all at once, no help needed, I loved every little bit of it until I threw up. After that I hated ham for several years, I could not handle the taste of it, no even it's smell. I started eating ham again when I was like 15 and just if it didn't taste like it at all.
The third was a hospital related incident. When I was 12 years old I had my appendix removed and the surgery/pain part was not the most terrible side of it, it was the FOOD. Although, I was lucky enough to only receive solid food the last day I was at the hospital, it was enough for me to get my 3rd food related trauma, it wasn't as bad as the ham one, but still. It was some sort of 'picadillo' but it could have been my recently removed appendix as it was terrible to look at, not to mention it's taste. So if anyone asks me, I ate my own body part in some disgusting form of cannibalism, and that's how I know what an appendix tastes like. After that, I ate picadillo again a couple years later.

I'm bored tbh lol I wish I was more interesting but I guess that's all I have now.
Oh! I guess I have to say: Happy New Year! and just in case, Happy St. Valentine's! (well, I'm not pretending I don't know I'm a slacker! haha).

Ciaooo!

Ranx2