10 posts tagged “ryan”
Because we had a rather tight Christmas, Ryan and I decided it might be fun to do really nice Easter baskets. He got me a lot more than I got him for x-mas, so I've decided to go all-out on him. Well, as much as I can with the measly paycheck I got (it was supposed to be more--apparently one of the managers is shaving hours, illegally I might add). We decided on a zombie theme (because, hey, what other day of the year can we celebrate the rising of one of History's most famous of un-dead?) and instead of baskets, we're getting bags or containers for each other. I found the most darling zombie cupcake bookbag on etsy, along with soap made with Guinness (one of his fav. drinks), a novelty CD of really bad covers of Depeche Mode songs (the packaging is delightfully cheap as well--it's all just as horrible as I had hoped it would be), and this shirt. I'm in the process of negotiating a bento box full of sushi soaps as the last gift, as well.
I am an awesome girlfriend. :)
EDIT: And the sushi is MIIIIIINE!!!! *does a little dance* I officially own Easter.
I made a friend. Her name is Emily and we work together. She's adorable and very hyper, which usually gets on my nerves, but she's too awesome to bother me. We've been working together almost five months now, and finally bonded over me showing her how to recover the bead aisles, and her discovering that I'm a Depeche Mode fan.
Her reaction: *gasps and holds a hand to her mouth* You like DEPECHE MODE?! They're my absolute FAVOURITE band!!!!
When Ryan found out about this, he invited her over and we listened to music and had bubble tea and just had a really good time. Ryan is never comfortable with strangers, so the fact that he got on with her before they even met (he insisted on being the one to call her and invite her over) is awesome.
So yes, I'm cleaning the house before she gets here in a few hours. It actually looks really good in here now (except for the bed-area).
We've started scrapbooking in earnest these days. Ryan and I made each other special Valentines that just...wow. Mine came out so much better than expected, and his really blew my mind.
And this is the one I did for him :)
How do you feel about your birthday? Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?
This is really ironic because in 15 minutes, I will be 23 years old.
I don't know how I feel about my birthday. I think on a general level, I dread it. It's never really been a time of celebration for me. Things tend to go wrong in my family around birthdays and holidays.
But now I have a wonderful guy who has spent the last few days making me smile more than I have in years. I think that Ryan has got to be the best (early) birthday present I could ever hope for. I don't want anything else for my birthday but him for the rest of my life.
God I'm so disgustingly cute in love... >.>
Shit, oh my God! This deserves a second post:
Ryan dragged me down the street, my paintings in tow, the other day to show them to the owners of a brand new, edgy local art gallery. They loved them. So, I'm selling four of my paintings (two of which I've done in the last couple of days...I'll post pictures when I get them) for a total take of about $3000.00. I used to hate the idea of selling my artwork, but when I got the offer to show and sell them, I really felt much differently than I thought. I am SO excited.
They also adore Ryan's illustrations and collages and think that his prints will sell really well to their clientèle (hippies, goths, and new-agers). I'm so proud of him, and this whole thing has done a lot to show him that yes, he is good, and there are people out there who will appreciate what he does.
The place is so cool--it's like, supposed to be a hippie head shop, but they've become an art gallery on accident, almost, lol. I might hold community painting classes for them once they get more settled into their place in the city. Me, an art teacher? "Yes, just...toss the paint at the canvas...good...now take that...thingy, yeah, the brush, and make swirls..."
Teehee.
We're here, mostly moved in. We just got back from doing some light grocery shopping, during which we both have decided to move along to soy milk rather than cow milk. I feel accomplished, and though we may not have more than $60 between now and Friday, I really don't care.
We have our own apartment. We're doing really well. This can only get better.
My boyfriend is so cute. He's trying to wake up the kittens, who are very much against any sort of waking. Unfortunately this means that they'll be unholy terrors ALL night while we're trying to sleep. Oh, joy!
I am also very, very sick.
So, school. Yeah. Scared. Petrified. Kinda excited. Normal? Probably. Nice? Not even.
Okay, enough of talking in short, clipped sentences. I don't really have much to stay other than that.
My boyfriend is still cute, by the way. Like, totally.
Before I get on with this post, I just wanted to say that I've posted a bunch of my back photography in my dA gallery, and would everyone go take a look? I'm in need of constructive criticism, but even a simple "that's nice, good job!" is appreciated: afterthestars.deviantart.com
Well, Ryan has convinced me to at least try to do this whole school thing before we just set off to CA. Sure, I'll be a bunch in debt once I'm done, but people manage to get in and out of debt all the time. As long as I'm hard-working and frugal, I can do this bitch.
So, as of right now, the plan is to move to Portland. I'm looking at a couple apartments, and am talking with someone who wants to rent a room in a nice townhouse close to my school. I would love to be close enough to walk (seeing as how my first class is OMG-it's-early in the morning. But, well, I can learn the early-morning bus system. And it is in one of the good parts of town so the bus shouldn't be too bad.
Also, I'm going to soon be in the market for a digital camera. Like, a nice one, if I can swing it. Katy's agreed to help me find a used one for not-so-much if I can come up with monies. I'm thinking about holding a fund-raising event of some sort. Like, forcing Ryan to bake cakes, pies, and cookies and then sell them to peoples. I doubt I'll get much money.
Get a job, you say? Why, brilliant! Because I shall get a job--I'm looking for one in the Portland area as we speak (well, sort of--it's loading in another tab). But I'll need all the monetary help I can get, lemme tell you what. I can afford to go to UP, but just barely. I need all the cash I can get. My parents, it seems, can be coerced into helping if it's dire enough. Maybe I can get them to flip the bill for the camera.
So, I'ma get my hair cut soon. It's not for vanity's sake, it seriously needs it. The hotter it gets, the more miserable I am with longer hair. And the more miserable I am, the more I take it out on people around me. So, really, it's the kindest thing I could do for all concerned.
Also, I've been thinking a lot on what I'm going to do for my thesis, and...I think I might do it on fanfiction, specifically the popularity and social aspects of slash-fic. Uhm. Believe me, this started out as a joke while I was talking to a friend from Copenhagen, but the more we talked about it, the more we actually realised that this could work. As for the validity of it, I am an English major, and fanfic is rapidly turning into one of the most popular genres on the internet. It's an interesting phenomena, and, while I might not be the first to do it, I'll certainly be one of few.
Today Ryan and I went to Portland. Now, it's been...years since I've really been there, and he's never been himself. SO, my mom dropped us off on Burnside right in the middle of the Pearl District and the first thing we did was hit one of those awesome low-key record stores. Being the silly Depeche Mode fan that I am, I managed to find the HUGEST poster (of the "It's No Good" single cover art) possible within a minute of entering the store. I also managed to sniff out an original vinyl of the "Shake the Disease" single and Recoil's Hydrology (also on vinyl).
We checked out Whole Foods, which is an awesome organic grocery store that neither of us would mind working at if we had the chance. From there, it was off to Powell's Book Store, which, I swear, has got to be the biggest book store I've ever been to. It's so huge that the subjects have to be separated by rooms with color-coding. It's seriously cool, though. When mom came to pick us up, we hit the gelatto stand for some awesome Italian nosh.
And now I'm home. And exhausted. Ugh, summer. Why?
God, I just really would rather stay home with my boyfriend.
School's almost out. Am registered for my new classes at UofP, including a course on Chaucer that I'm SO FUCKING EXCITED about. Also am reviving my instruction in French *shudders* Oh God...I was never really any good at it the first time around.
Also am moving back home over Sunday and Monday. Tough choice, but I really need to save me some monies before Uni. You know...so I can eat. And things like that.
Did I also mention that I really don't wanna go to work? Because I don't :(
