I had my first class back at the dojo. I'm doing karate again! Wheee! Had I known tournament training was going on till the 14th I would have waited to take classes on the 15th. But oh well. I'll deal.

I am going to start jogging with Jonathan in the mornings. First run is today. Oh boy! It doesn't actually seem like a chore since nothing is boring while I'm with my Prince Charming!

Naruto is starting to get a bit more entertaining. That is a relief. For some reason, when I picture my life, a good chunck of it I envision being spent in front of the TV watching anime and sci-fi. I can't wait till I have kids, then I can blame them. "Oh these darn ragamuffins, always in front of that there flickerbox!" Haha. I kid. I'm only cool with the profuse watching of the telly cuz I know I'm going to be the annoying mom who makes my kids learn musical instruments, dance and martial arts, and go camping / hiking a lot.

I better get to work. Journaling makes me reflect on my current state. And when I reflect on 'jobless, moneyless and holidays are coming fast' I get depressed. *wonders how I'm going to afford karate next month* I need a job. *sigh* I'm gonna go clean something to cheer up...

The balcony is finished! (I think.) I just need to take pictures for Jonathan's mum now. I think I am a fairly decent decorator / gardener. I am actually craving constructive criticism on that field, so I hope the pics I post generate some interest / feedback.

I would like to visit the Kings Art Gallery sometime today. There is an old lady-esque quilt exhibit going on, but there is something in my local Hanford heart that says I should support the arts in the community.. even if the art is ugly and made by old people who use quilting to fill in the void of relatives that don't visit. Depending on how much they are charging to view the tattered shards of empty life, I may or may not view the exhibit between unpacking Jonathan's things.

I'm going back to karate tonight. I will be a black belt soon. Frickin' cool, huh? Okay, I'm hungry. I'm going on the prowl for some life Cereal.... ^_^

Yesterday was Halloween. While I missed carving pumpkins and going to Hobbs Grove and baking mass amounts of things that will make me fat, we did get to play dress up and have a costume party at the house. I fell asleep with mascara on and now my eyes feel like crap. I am excited that we've begun the November march to the Christmas season. Jonathan and I are heading to Anaheim today to shop at Ikea, watch Fantasmic at Disneyland and then begin the packing for the big move to Hanford. I love my boyfriend so much. His giving up Southern California to be close to me means more than I could ever express. I am so blessed to have the love that I have from such an amazing, handsome, charming man. ^_^

Well, I really have nothing to type on about. If I just wrote out what is in my head it would be pages upon pages of me whining about my sinuses hurting and death to nasals and whatnot. I'm getting a cold and I turn into a miserable ball of pessimism whenever that happens. So I think it's best that I just conclude this little blog entry.

Wish us luck in furniture shopping for Jonathan at Ikea!! In astro-babble having a full moon in Taurrus means you should keep a sharp watch on your money, and all purchases should go towards tangible and practical investments that (and I quote) "make you feel content and secure". My starry fortune cookies always make me smile whenever they lend everyday advice that aligns with my plans. I just ignore them the other 79% of the time when they don't. Hehe! ^_^

I quit Starbucks yesterday. After my work times were changed without any notice THREE TIMES, and after my rate of pay was changed without noticed THREE TIMES, and after my paycheck was delayed without notice THREE TIMES it just seemed like the third time was the charm. The charm being not working at Starbucks anymore. When I realized that the guys ringing bells outside of supermarkets for The Salvation Army make just as much per hour as the baristas getting shreiked at while sweating over a veritable never-ending conveyor belt of lattes... well, it just seemed like a no-duh situation in throwing in the apron.

I'm really crossing my fingers on the Bartending job I interviewed for at The Palace. Oh man, what an awesome job that would be. *pray for me!*

My boyfriend and I finished gardening up the balcony on White Street. We thoughtfully picked out each plant and even gave names and back stories to each one! Ahem... There is:

Terry, the gay fern from Boston who is currently feeling a little under the weather.

Bouganivoullia the Bouganvilla, the incestuous French aristocrat, along with her four sons Jauque, Louise, Pierre and Gusto.

Krasus, the male concubine Red Dragon Japanese Maple tree.

Then we have Mondo, son of Momey, King of the Mome Raths.

Right next to him is his distant cousin Sir Kalb of the Black Court to the North.

In the corner of the balcony we have some ornamental grass, but his story is unknown.

My handsome boyfriend caught a cockatoo in my parents front yard the other day. We were going to list it in the 'Found' section of The Hanford Sentinel, but decided to wait till the owner came to us... partially because we didn't want some con artist to come weaseling after a homeless $1500 bird, and partially because we kind of wanted to keep it.

While buying toilet paper and bird seed we saw the "Lost - grey and pink parrot. REWARD" ad. Jonathan called the number and a very emotional, very grateful middle aged woman was reunited with her baby. Now we have our $100 reward. And lots of parrot poop on my bedroom floor.

I am going to poke and prod and bother Jonathan into using the reward money to buy some wicker patio conversational chairs for the balcony at his apartment. That will be my French Quarter meets City Garden meets Nerds with a Balcony living space I've decided. I could get it set up before the holidays and we can sit out there in the fog, bundled up in sweaters and scarves drinking hot chocolate and eating gingerbread while listening to Christmas music. Oooooo! That sounds so fantastic!!!

Anyway. I'm really getting into this whole dreaming about my patio and garden. Or rather, Jonathans patio and garden that I'm stealing. hehe! I am going to get a refill on the coffee and shower my boy in kisses. Mmmm. Nummy. ^_^

I tried to go to Artworks in downtown Hanford the other day, but they are still closed. "For Remodeling" it says on the door, but the word on the street is that they got shut down by the Food and Drug and Health and Blah Blah City People for letting dogs and cats run all around the place and poop and stuff near the kitchen. I always thought it was weird that they let people just wander into the kitchen area on the way to the bathroom. But they had a bunch of books all nailed to the wall for a toilet paper dispenser, so that was cool.

I thought about going to the Kings Art Center today to view the Pins and Needles Quilt Art exhibit, but they close at 2pm and it's like... that right now. But quilts are gay anyway, so it's ok. The only really "real" art gallery around these parts is the Clark Center for Japanese Art, and the samurai exhibit is going till January of 2010. So I'm kind of SOL on the whole being cultured and crap.

My boyfriend is the handsomest, most wonderfullest, most perfectest man in the whole wide world. Him and my dad. Jonathan has eyes and eyebrows that make me want to make a baby. He is laughing at me right now. He is such a lucky guy to have such a silly, witty, word-making-upper girl like me.

I'm having cramps. Now the online blogging world knows. Send me chocolate. It's my lady-time. I'm going to go read another chapter of The Leighton Homestead and then go watch Naruto with my baby-cakes. Mmmmmm, baby-cakes. That would be really nice with some chocolate right about now.....

I recently learned that an old crazy man with a tiny penis complex and a thing for young hot girls that can dance intellectual circles around befuddled old guys like himself is stalking my private LiveJournal account. I imagine he wakes up to his empty day, muttering about me to his cat, sorrowfully downing lattes and feverishly clicking through his saved links till he can read my words and thoughts and rue the day that little Miss Gingi broke his heart.

It's flattering, in a creepy kind of way.

That said, I love my boyfriend! It's great having a young, hot, non-wrinkley, strong man who is secure in his masculinity and will someday give me one hell of a meat puppet show. ;-)

It's a lovely day today. It's overcast, my window is open to let the cool rain scented breeze in, my room is clean, I'm listening to some Glenn Miller big band swing and I'm about to read a book before I hop into the shower and get all squeaky clean for my love who is coming to visit me in just hours! I find myself increasingly existing just to elicit smiles from this handsome man who has stolen my heart. I'm such a happy girl!

I can feel it in the air. Today is a good day. I feel like dancing. ^_^

Last night, as I was talking on the phone with Jonathan, I saw an explosion outside of my window. I thought at first someone was shining a flashlight into my room, but then when the whole southern sky erupted into flames, I thought maybe it was the Rapture. It turns out that it was not Jesus Christ come to get me, but only a transformer that exploded seven houses down the street from me. (A telephone pole transformer, not the alien robotic kind.)

Once I realized I was not going to heaven, it was actually quite a lot of fun to plop my boots on and trudge down the dark, electrically deprived street in the pouring rain to chase down the firetrucks and police cars and watch the telephone pole burning and sparking. I even got to stand around in the downpour, with my hoodie pulled up over my head and my hands shoved deep in my pockets, huddled up with the neighbors sharing our individual accounts of how we heard / saw the explosion. I think my account was by far the most exciting. Well, except for maybe the poor blokes who lived directly behind the exploded telephone wires. But still.

Anyway, THIS is the exact reason why I cannot work a job that requires my getting up at 3am. The fates have destined me to be a creature of the night.

We had no electricity all night / this morning and it only just now came back on about ten minutes ago. It sucked. I kept trying to turn things on, even while conciously thinking, "Gee, it sucks that the electricity is out!" Having no electric juice in the house reduced us to unspeakable horrors. We had to make coffee like cavemen! (Well, first I made a coffee run at McDonalds. But then we resorted to boiling water over our gas stove and then pouring it over some coffee grounds. Freaking primitive I tell you. I'm emotionally scarred.)

So after all the excitement, I'm nursing a headache today. It's going to be one of those dull aching ones that won't go away, I can tell. I intend to drown the pain in lots of coffee (brewed in a civilized manner with a paper filter and coffee machine and lots of electricity) and I'm going to read a whole heck of a lot. Oh! And get that new article out on my opinion website. Since no one has been donating to me, I feel fully justified in making this article as offensive and shocking as possible. Stay tuned!! ^_^

I got out of bed at an ungodly hour this morning for training at my new job as a barista at Starbucks. When I left the house at 5:30am to head to work it was still pitch black out, and the constellations were looking frosty clear in the sky. We got to catch glimpses of Mars shining red along the horizon, which actually made my morning trek worthwhile. (Mars is red due to the high amounts of iron oxide on it's surface. The more you know.) Anyway, I'd intended to wake up early some morning this month to catch it, but now I don't have to! Hehe.

The month of October has me craving scary movies. I'm slowly getting energized to DO things. This is my season, after all. IT'S AUTUMNY HARVEST TIIIIIIIME!! ^_^

Oh, and as for how work went.. our Starbucks is the least friendly of all Starbucks in Hanford. I'm sure this is true.

Now what should I have for lunch? A nap? Or thai food?

Dan'l came over last night and cut my hair. Then I went into the bathroom and dyed it black. Now I have short(er) black hair. I intend to start using a straightening iron again and start regularly using foundation. Then I will look all ghostly and pale and awesome for my favorite time of year. This is fun!

I'm so excited for fall, and getting slightly irate that the tempurature isn't dropping. BE AUTUMN DAMMIT!!! And, ya know, eventually winter too.

I exhausted myself running through yellow belt basics yesterday. Just simple kicks, strikes, blocks, etc. And my muscles feel like crap today.

OH! And everyone pooped on me! Long story. But my text message inbox was flooded with random texts of poop bombs. *sigh* My brother is so freaking weird. I need to start plotting my revenge. ^_^

I'm going to Fresno today! And for some reason, it feels like an exciting adventure. *is inexplicably giddy*

I'm doing martial arts again. I am well aware that about 80% of what transpires in my brain is projected onto my reality, so I don't know if I've already become a sexy martial arts seductress, or if it's just my percieved reality. But man, I'm not even through Yellow Belt techniques, forms, and basics and I feel frikkin' fantastic.

I rather like the prospect of giving myself a solid week of working on each belt, though I think that pace is far too slow for Buckley. But seriously. If I give myself a week for each belt.. and I mean REALLY study thoroughly each concept, move, and formula.. then according to my calculations I should be back to my Third Brown self in just two months. THAT'S NOT THAT BAD.

I like my slow but steady approach. Buckley can just suck it.

Mmmmm, my boyfriend just came and kissed me on the lips. I'm so ditching this blog post now. Seeya!!! ^_^

Jonathan and I lugged my telescope downstairs to stare at the sky the other night because Jupiter is at it's brightest this month. It was windy as heck, so it was quite the pain trying to hold the eyepiece steady. But I got to see Jonathan crouched over my scope with his leather duster flapping in the wind, so it was worth the eyestrain. *swoon* Okay, so here's some random info!

When viewed from Earth, Jupiter can reach an apparent magnitude of −2.8, making it on average the third-brightest object in the night sky after the Moon and Venus.

Jupiter has 63 moons, although my telescope could only see the four large moons called the Galilean moons that were first discovered by Galileo Galilei in 1610. Ganymede, the largest of these moons, has a diameter greater than that of the planet Mercury.

Jupiter's 12-year orbital period corresponds to the dozen astrological signs of the zodiac, and may have been the historical origin of the signs. That is, each time Jupiter reaches opposition it has advanced eastward by about 30°, the width of a zodiac sign.

In historical astrological terms Jupiter was seen to rule our potential for growth and expansion on physical, intellectual, spiritual and cultural levels. It was also seen to act favorably when traveling through an individuals sign as working towards the accumulation of material assets, power and status. It also rules optimism and aspirations.

What does this supposedly mean for me, with Jupiter currently in Capricorn? I don't know. I'm too lazy to look that up. But it's rather fascinating, no?

Back to work with meeeeee! I'm going to poke som feminazis with a stick!! ^_^

I am on the cusp of getting sick. This happens to me every year around October. I'm already craving hot teas that have far too much of lemon flavor about them and drugs that induce a state of drowsiness. This, in turn, makes me excited for the coming season. Odd, I know. But October does usher in a kind of back to back excitement in my life, prefaced almost certainly by my seasonal sickness - but oh the joys! Ren. Faire followed by Halloween (dress up time!) followed by Thanksgiving (meh) which is really only an excuse for Black Friday (BRING IT!!!) followed by decorating for Christmas, which means an orgasmically delicious mixture of caroling, wearing fuzzy scarves, humming Christmassy tunes, watching Muppet Christmas carol on a continuous loop, drinking far too many seasonal Starbucks drinks, and PRESENTS!!!

Anyway. I get ahead of myself. Here I am, only partially sore in the throat. *taps foot impatiently for the full-blown misery* I was already a quarter of the way to being bed-ridden yesterday. I totally disrespect illnesses that don't have the balls to just come on out and be a full-fledged sickness. The ones that just flirt around the edges of 'getting sick' tend to make me irrate. Sissies.

I'm going to be driving over to Visalia soon to visit some pro-lifers taking the campus by storm. Oh. And I really hope it becomes overcast today. Random thought FTW.

I got back in touch with my dear friend Erik and now life has an energy boost of happiness. Kind of like a video game. Now I am all charged and ready to commit some kind of combo attack of awesome.

I think part of my happy is that Erik likes things, and he knows things. And stuff. And he always reads the drivel that I feel inclined to tap out into the void of the Internet. So whenever I say stupid crap, I have the breathless anticipation of hearing how he inevitably manages to find the correlation in something obscure and random and brings up something something else obscure and random. It's like, the arsenal of Erik. It validates me as a person when Gingi random meets Erik random. Usually it's in the form of music videos, webcomics or news articles. And that, in turn, makes me feel all kinds of clever.

I felt inclined to cover my body in some Bodycology moisterizer after getting out of a nearly two hour steaming hot shower yesterday. It felt delicious. But when I started sweating later in the day, the moisterizer made my skin feel slippery and muggy. And then the animals kept following me around and licking my legs. But man, I felt beautiful.

I've decided that the purpose of spa treatments is not necessarily to enhance your body in any way, but just serves as a temporary psychological boost. Hence, the greasy mass of slime coating my skin brought me that much closer in my head to being a Victoria Secret supermodel.

Man, it's almost time for church. And I really don't feel like wearing pants. What's a girl to do? Huff.

I always update my journal in the mornings, and since my memory operates much like that of a goldfish, I never quite know what to write about when I want to log my experiences. I rarely accomplish anything of importance by 9am.

For instance, this morning I reluctantly woke up to the annoying song I set as the alarm on my phone. I didn't set that particular song so that the annoyance would wake me up. I'm just too lazy to sift through samplings of various annoying songs till I find one not-quite-so annoying.

I then started tidying up my room. I drank some coffee, very carefully. I almost drank a fly in one of my last cups. Yeah. I don't want to talk about it.

I discovered that my dragon elm bonsai is NOT dead after all. After some coaxing, pleading and pouting, I convinced it to bounce back into health. Some lovely bright green leaves are peeking out and I am orgasmicly giddy at the thought of using some tweezers to pick off all the dead leaves. Things like that make me so happy my toes tingle. And I'm not just trying to be funny. Which is kind of... sad.

While staring blankly at my laptop screen trying to conjure up something clever to write, I saw a hawk sweep through my backyard. This makes me fear for Patch, my little tail-less cat that kind of looks more like a rabbit than a cat. I've more than once wondered what my reaction would be if I saw some giant bird of prey carry her off in it's enormous demonic claws. Not that I WANT to see that mind you. I'm just trying to prepare myself. I'm torn between jumping out the window with a Roman short-sword or stumbling downstairs shrieking like a baby for my mom.

Now I'm going to go pick up Lahoci so we can go be pro-life activists during lunch hour. I would send some kind of mushy sweet shout out to my boyfriend, but he does not care to read my writings, thoughts, or accomplishments. Sigh. So, uh, shout out to the people that care?

So the death of pro-life activist Jim Pouillon hit me really hard. Aside from the fact that it is a heartbreaking tragedy, I really don't know why I'm reduced to tears whenever I comtemplate the issue. I don't want a hardened heart, but I don't want to keep feeling this intense sorrow eating at my insides.

I am going to work my hardest to recruit for the protest tomorrow, and get to work on signs and printing out some graphics. I need to contact some local church peoples and such as well. I actually really hate recruiting and organizing. I loathe it in all honesty. I want / wish I had a partner or a helper. I'm great at gathering and writing out info and rallying cries. It's just the delivery.. that's my Achilles Heel. I am SO disorganized. I hate it. *huff*

I have been consumed with a desire to read Gods Word recently. To the point of excluding all else. But this doesn't tally with my 'find a job and stop being a bum'. I can't live off of donations. I really want to go on a roadtrip to South Dakota to see Mount Rushmore and camp in Custer State Park and in the Badlands... but I need money! That wretched green stuff. Bah.

Maybe I can find some pro-life groups there to talk to? Then I might get some travel compensation. Maybe the whole purpose of my ministry isn't to make a living, but to offset the costs of my traveling addiction, all while saving babies? Hmmmm....

My cat is dusty and meows like a bird. Why won't this little one eyed-kitten leave me alone? I hug her.

Okay, I'm off to be productive. Keep me in yours prayers ya'll...

Today is a good day. I slept in. Then I woke up to a deliciously rainy day. I cleaned my room. I'm listening to big band swing. I feel rejuvenated and I cannot fathom why. Plans for today: Be productive. I'm so happy I think I am going to go on a fast. Seriously, it totally makes sense to me.

This is the sweetest bit of astro-nonsense concern I've seen in quite some time:

"Hopefully, last night's Venus-Chiron polarity offered you some peace of mind, healing of old wounds and comfort with dear ones." 
 
See? The universe cares for me!

I just discovered that on the Netflix watch-it-now option, there are little 10 minute work out videos. Why have I not been utilizing them? This kind of fixes my 'Doesn't have money for a gym membership' problem!

I miss my boyfriend. Kisses to him. I'm going to get back to work now... good day everyone!

I'd forgotten just how much I love love LOVE Dave Matthews Band. Wow, last night was a blast. We were pushed up into the nose bleed section of stage left, so we didn't get to join in the group of drunken and high hippies waving their arms and dancing, but it was a blast nonetheless. The new saxophone player in the band is from Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, and that just made my night. And the opening, Jason Mraz, has a voice that makes me wish voices were tangible objects capable of doing naughty things to. Not that I would, mind you. It would just be nice to know that I *could*.

Well, my list of things to do today is so horribly long that I find myself trying to find objects of distraction. For instance, I want to go play DDR. Badly. That will be my reward once my checklist is all finished up. Now I'm off to accomplish the worst part of activism... organization. Blech! Catch ya'll on the flip side! ^_^

"It's crazy just thinking,
Just knowing that the world is round,
And here I'm dancing on the ground,
Am I right side up or upside down?
And is this real or am I dreaming?"