www.somafm.com is good. Go there and get yourself some e-m webradio goodness. It's stuff you won't hear on the regularly scheduled programming of local radio stations and it inspires me to create Black Sheep Goodness for my new web presence.

Currently, I'm listening to Groove Salad.

The Friday Five

1. What makes you homesick? Thinking about my dog and the water. Thinking about my own bed. Thinking about how cheap and plentiful is the sushi.



2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom & Dad's house, particular state/city)? Canada... the west coast... Vancouver.



3. What makes it home for you? People? Things? The air, the water the apartment, the sushi.



4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise? Jamaica in the Carribean.



5. What are your plans for this weekend? Not too much In fact, as little as possible.



I'm going to start on that... right now.


Goodnight!

I suddenly feel like I'm getting sick again... that would suck, especially since I'm still not totally over my previous cold. I think I'll get a ride home with the kindly Karl and perhaps wander up and get a "Best Defense" smoothie. Lots of vitamin C, ecchinacea, Goldenseal and yummy fruit. It always makes me feel like I'm doing something for myself. Then I'll snuggle up with my dog on the couch and give her tummy rubs and ear scritches and other puppy-lovin'. I'm still inspired to work on my website some more and to find a good flash memory mp3 player (no hard drives, please!) so I can take my music with me anywhere. If anyone has any good suggestions, I'd love to hear from you! Please email me epona @ qgirlz . com.

It's snowing again, today. Mid-sized, light, fluffy flakes that drift up almost as much as they drift slowly down. I wonder if it will cover the ground tonight... Very unusual for this time of year in Vancouver, but pretty and peaceful, nonetheless.

Time to go home! Whee!

'course... sleeping in for me might be all of 7:00AM... Luxury! A whole two and a half more hours of sleep than usual! Honstly, I know I'll be up by 8:00am at the latest. Feh. I don't really want to stay up late tonight, because I have to work at 6AM on Monday, too.... and that'll just mess me up.

Saturday will be a sleeping in kind of day. Oh yes. Oh yes, indeed.

Here's to Friday. I don't have time for the Friday Five... too much work to do. :-/

C'est la vie.

Tonight found me grooving to some sweet soft house music and doing more work on The Black Sheep Journal. It's coming along as a concept... and making it a reality is bringing the joy of the creative process back into my life. Now how do I make an optional mp3 play in the background? WHEE!

I like DJ Q - Glasgow's Jazz. Good web design music for me... and reminds me of what Joshua was playing while I was getting tattoo'd. Music that puts me in a yummy mood. I like feeling yummy. I hope my books come soon so I can discover more yummy things about myself.


Sleep is calling me. Dreamland. Otherworldly.

Meantime, go get yourself some Delicious. Juice.

I want to go home. My shift ended 45 minutes ago. Bastards.

Slipping into unhealthy. Unaware of the outside world. Living happily without conflict in a world created on the inside. Causing disharmony in reality.

My back itches. It's also flaking off black flakey bits without my help. *pat* *pat* *slap* *spank* *ahhhhhhhhhhh*

After posting last night, feeling all depressed and down, I read Gretchen's journal. She made me smile again. Thank-you, Gretchen. *hug*

All in all, I think we make way too big a deal out of birthdays. The years are just a number, it's experiences that really count. But, be it consiously or subconsiously we all want our day to be special. However, there is such a thing as not making a big ENOUGH deal out of birthdays. I didn't realize it yesterday, but today it's as clear as bottled water... George didn't do enough for my birthday. I could care less about what everyone else does, but a little touch like a card, flowers, dinner made for me... something... ANYTHING out of the ordinary and special would have been nice. He did pay for my sushi. Which I suggested. Which I ordered. Which we get all the time. But what I really wanted was a little pampering on the day. It is more difficult when we're both working, and especially so when I work at 6AM and have to go to sleep really early... but showing someone you love that you really do care about them, that you really do value them, that you remembered them, and took the time to do something for them... that can be done at any time during the day or night. Leave a gift, a flower, a card, a note... just do it.

I guess it's partly my fault for not letting him know what a big deal it is to me, but for most people it's an unwritten rule. Especially the birthday of your lover. I think I'll have a talk with him tonight and let him know that next year will be different, and that this weekend had better rock my world to make up for this year!

RTCW fun. RTCW frustrating when you only get to play 3 on 2. Meh.

Birthday over. Down in the dumps feeling setting in. Why is that? I feel like I need a good cry... and I don't even know what for. I saw many people that I care about, today, at work and at home, and I got unexpected gifts, which is wonderful... but now that the day is over, I feel kind of ... well... "meh".

I'll go escape in some fiction and deal with it tomorrow. Apparently that's what Nine's of the enneagram do.

Happy Birthday to me. =D

Work commenced this evening on a new and glorious design for epona.com. I'm debating, somewhat, whether or not to use that domain for my new site. The only reason I'm debating it because my parents' know that URL and they may be shocked by what they see if they happen to go there... but then again... I am working hard on being the best Official Black Sheep of the Farrell Family that I possibly can be. If I don't just get brave and stand up for myself, how will I ever find out who I really am?

...I can always wait for the Mother-Gaining-Knowledge-of-the-Massive-Tattoo-I've-Just-Put-on-my-Body-Surprise-Lawn-Bowling-Party-and-Bat-Mitzvah and see what happens.

Black Sheep? More like Lily-livered Chicken.

Wish my mom could be as supportive and enlightened as Ali's Mom... much love to the Gretchen.

I'm on the 6AM shift, so it's time for bed.

Can anyone tell me why, every day around this time, a huge murder of crows flies by heading towards the east? Where are they going? What do they do when they get there? Am I the only one who notices? I see them from my apartment in Yaletown, I used to see them from my apartment in Mount Pleasant, and I've seen them near my work in Richmond. What gives?

This requires further investigation.

Tattoo status: itchy but not scratchy *pat pat pat*
Weather: Sunny and cool
Personality Type: Nine

Joshua at NeXT both decorated and inspired me, yesterday. I was told that I'm remarkably good at sitting for a tattoo. The first three hours were a relative piece of cake, and then my threshold for pain just suddenly... ended. The last hour was excruciating, but I sat as still as I could and just lived for the fact that as soon as the gun wasn't touching my skin any more, it stopped hurting.

During the first few hours, Joshua and I discussed such things as the way the media and not the government controls the world, the ramifications of September 11th, The Enneagram and the nine personality types (he's a four, I'm a nine), and he let me read two wonderful books by Shel Silverstein called "The Missing Piece" and "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O". I was enthralled and engaged, both my mind and my body being altered. I've already ordered the "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O" from Chapters.ca, and also placed an order for the book Personality Types, of which I was only able to read the basics about my personality type.

It was frightening and exhilarating. Reading about the Nine personality type was like reading a book about the ups and downs of my life. I want to be the best Nine that I can be, because I've never been there... it will take spiritual growth, more ups and downs, and really making myself be INVOLVED in life, rather than hiding out in my own dream world. I'm fascinated. I'm amazed. I'm willing to start working on that right NOW.

Tattoo linework.

I'm beat. About four hours under the gun.... and I am going to rest, now. I completely love what we've got so far, and shading to come in two weeks. Rockin'. Good night. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

More details later.

The weekend is going wonderfully and today is tattoo day. =)

I went yesterday to see the design that Joshua had come up with for me, and it was more wonderful than I had imagined it could be. I'm absolutely thrilled with the design and I'm ready to undergo the needles at 11:00 today. I also get to meet Devon, again, cuz she's coming down to hook up with Dee and see the "first timer" experience that I have.

I just hope my cough doesn't interfere... seems good so far! Wh00t!

Too excited to post more, but pictures and experience will be posted later.

This cold has hit me harder than I realized. I got home, took the dog out, came back upstairs and passed out on the couch.... after mulling over something very odd that I saw on the way home.

I was driving down Cambie Street and sitting at the light on 12th. I saw a touring cyclist pull up to city hall, light a cigarette, pull out a Canadian flag and the proceed to try to light it on fire! I swear I was already out of it at that point, because I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. I have no idea what his agenda was... maybe he's just really sick of seeing Canadian flags after the Gold Medal celebration that was our country on Sunday afternoon. Who knows? Still perplexes me.

I'm still so tired, but thougt I'd update... for whatever it's worth.

I'm really looking forward to Ali, Christy and Kimli are coming up/over on Thursday! A whole weekend of love. Just us girls. ;-) We'll take pictures, I promise. We probably won't share the really good ones, but I promise we'll take some! What are we going to do? Granville Island, Tattoo Parlour, Truthe or Dare, Strip Joint? Whatever we end up doing, I'm sure we'll have fun. I want to take the girls to late night improv at Granville Island. I think we can arrange it... wh00t!

Canada is the First Nation of Hockey once more. Fifty years after our last Olympic Gold Medal in Men's Ice Hockey, Team Canada finally did it again. This victory was sweet, but the women's victory was sweetest to me... they just had so much more invested in that game. After all, they don't get to go back to professional hockey teams and making millions of dollars on Monday... I'm so very proud of our Canadian Women's team.

Still, we had some mad scenes in Vancouver... check out a pic that a friend of mine took of Robson Street just after the game, today. It was still like that hours later. In fact, it's probably still like that, judging from the intermittent honking I can hear outside. People in cars honking and screaming. People on the street screaming and yelling. Everyone waving, wearing or inventing Canadian flags. DieharD, Rainy and I all joined in the fun when we went to try and get smoothies. Smoothie place was closed, but Robson Street beckoned... So much noise and yelling with absolutely everyone happy. Still makes me smile. Hope nobody got hurt in the wild abandon.

GO CANADA GO!

I think I'll bring my little flag to work with me tomorrow!