So, my mother (for some reason?) purchased some stuff from my Printfection store, which I actually forgot that I had.

So I started to check up on things, see if they added more products and such.

The end result?

You can buy a Lob-star Stein.

That's right. A stein. For all your lob-star beverages.

(can be applied to any of the designs on assorted drinkware products, but the Lob-star stein was the funniest.)

The power of good pictures of your idol.

Shinya playing drums...

Prettiest. Thing. Ever.

Shut up.
Don't argue with me.

So...

A few days ago someone pointed out to me that they didn't even know I moved to Ohio, which makes me realize just how disconnected I am from just about everyone sometimes.

I've been incredibly occupied by trying my damnedest to move forward and better my future and... whatever the hell... but it's getting really hard to polish something that I can't see yet.

So when some random reminder of the past crops up, naturally it makes me nostalgic. One little LJ feature makes me reel into this:

Holy shit... I was friends with that person... like insanely good friends with that person. And that person and I were a part of this group of friends that, admittingly, may have been some of the most headache-inducing group of people one could ever imagine and the amount of drama that consumed all of us could rival thirty-two seasons of five soap operas, but we were all friends. Insanely close friends. Friends that escaped off to a week of just careless fun, full of hugs and laughter that kept me awake until six in the morning. Probably the first group of real friends I had had for the first time in my entire life... people I was actually open with and was social with and actually had conversations with and dumped me into a kiddie pool of freezing cold water that could have been -50 degrees for all I cared and I still would have laughed about it later, because I ended up in clothes that were four times my size. Friends that we once discussed the fanciful thought of getting a big house for all of us to live happily in, until we realized that most of us would go at each others' throats if we lived together for longer than a week.

And years later, I only vaguely keep in contact with three of them when I can, the last three surviving members of a group that moved on or literally moved on. Most of which I have no idea if they even remember me or care to remember. No longer friends, just people I once knew and had fun with that I would end up relating the wild tales of knowing them for years after they all left, and every so often, make vague lj entries about my time with them whenever I'm feeling thoughtful or just lonely, because save for one person, I haven't been able to make friends like that again.

My unwillingness to let go of how things use to be could end up blinding me. That makes me want to grip onto it harder. And that makes me ever more pathetic.

At least I'm here now, though, in a completely different state, trying to make friends with completely different people, and feeling completely out of place.

In the end, one little reminder of the past just makes me realize just how much I miss home.

Damn.

So.... kinda haven't been updating here. My bad. Here's the deal on my life:

• October 5-10: Did the whole moving thing. Some stuff are still hanging out at my house, but we'll have to go back to that later. I also talked to my new boss at this point.
• October 13: Started at the new Michaels. I've worked two days now and I'm slowly learning where everything is. The store is bigger and has shorter aisles than mine, so everything's more spread out - and in completely different places anyway. It's frustrating to know where something goes but not know where that is, because pretty much everything is in a different spot than my old store - and I knew my old store almost like the back of my hand.
• October 16: Went up to Michigan and got a dog. He's a little Jack Russel Terrier. He's sweet, but he wants to eat our cats, so we don't know if he'll be staying with us or not. I also got a strange message from dad. Apparently someone owes him money and they're going to send it to me and dad's letting me keep it. I just hope I get it soon. I'm getting kinda poor.
• Today: I'm taking care of the dog until I go to work at four. I've got this schedule to adhere to, so I'm setting up my alarm to go off when each part is over.

Being moved has pretty much been me trying to adjust to a new place with new rules, both at the house and work. It's nothing bad, just different. I'm trying though.

Then there's Miyavi, which is being done on a shoestring, but if all goes well, it will be awesome. It's pretty much going to be our last concert in awhile, which I'm kinda disappointed about? But I won't raise hell, because I know I can't afford to see Dir en grey right now (stupid Dir en grey scheduling a tour right after Miyavi, which is right after I've moved! >( ). I'll see them another time. I'm sure they'll come back, so no big deal.

Need a place to live over another concert anyway, right? ^.^

Tickets?

Check.

Hotel?

Check.

Sense of Adventure?

Check.


Octorber 28th. It will be awesome.

I love how you bring out the hypocrites and self-absorbed come out of the woodwork just by existing.

It makes me giggle.

I found a new fashion icon.

I could never pull that off. And I'm jealous. :(

Missing two CDs that I know it. Glass Skin and one of my copies of Uroboros.

Hopefully, I'll find them later.

Got my hair cut.

It's weird.

But it feels nice.