I went garage sailing, looking for more supplies to make jewelry with I found a massive multi-stranded black necklace made with these faceted black acrylic beads and tons of black glass seed beads. All in all, I cut apart about 30 strands of beads and seperated the seed beads from the acrylics using a strainer (yes seriously!). I think I now have enough black seed beads to last me the rest of my life  I also got a bag that contained about seven different sea shell necklaces. I took all of them apart and sorted them by the different types and sizes of sheels. After about two hours of work.... this is what I got.

I've been wanting to work with modavite for the longest time, since it's such a cool stone. But it's wildly expensive. I have a good weekend selling jewelry so I thought as a treat to myself, Id finally go and buy and buy a piece of it. I went to the local crystal shop, because they always have 'the good shit' (aka all their crystals are all AA+ quality and genuine... but expensive).

 They had the moldavite behind a glass counter so I had to ask for it and I akwardly put out all of the piece of moldavite on the counter, examining all of them. I think the shop lady thought I was out of my mind but I found the perfect piece. This piece is about 3/4" which can tell you how much of a challenge it was for me to wire wrap it, but I did it. I'm so proud of this little baby. 

http://demonmilk.storenvy.com/products/14331762-moldavite-pendant

Jeff goes to Salem

In the spirit of summer time, Jeff has chronicled his adventures in Salem, MA.

Jeff starts his visit to Slwme with a nice lunch of sandiwches and deliberates over the various attractions featured in Salem's map. 

First Jeff checks out the Count Orlok's Nightmare museam. Outside of the place, he finds a skeleton friend who clearly was on the losing side of last year's skeleton war. 

Then jeff takes a quick trip to the very old cemetery found in downtown Salem. 

After some shopping and touring around various psychic and witch shops, Jeff heads over to the Salem witch museam to find out wha all of this witch craft stuff is really about. 

After visiting lots of attraction and stores, Jeff chilld out with smoothie before the four hours drive back home. 

country

After visiting Manhattan, it was clearly time to visit the opposite kind of place in new york, up in the adirondacks. I prefer cities, I quite dislike being someplace where nothing happens. But the photos I took were quite fabulous.

trip to new york city

Went for a trip to new york city. I really like that the megabus takes a stop around here, since the only other option is the ethan allen express which is unbelievably expensive. Megabus is 30$ round trip. The only thing I don't like is that while the megabus will drop you off in the thick of the action, the actual pick up stop is way over by the Javits center where nothing good happens, which means a long walk through boringsville. Still worth saving a hundred dollars though. I met up with a good friend of mine and I'm so happy that I did because I don't think this trip would have been as good as it was without her. And without her skills to guide my country bumpkin self through Manhattan.

Belvedere castle, the first stop which I truly wanted to visit. It was awesome but the castle is smaller once you see it in person. Looks big in photos, though!

The skyline as I was leaving, the storms from upnorth were headed south which made the sky on the way home look totally weird and ominous.

          Of course, I can't go anywhere with a wee bit of shopping. I saw a lovely little stand where a farm from long island was selling fresh lavender and lavender. It's my weakness. I picked up a big bag of culinary lavender and a bottle of lavender essential oil... it's def. better than the other essential oil I have. Then I saw a lovely store that sold beads and jewelry supply, and well, had to go in there. I bought a bone crucifix, a mary connector, some crystal beads, two vials of some very beautiful tiny glass beads to add to my tatting, and sequins... because I have ye to find a nice clear sequin.... until then. So excited. I also got some black ones for purposes I don't know but hey, you can never have too much sparkle.

I will say it a million times, I absolutely hate the college system and the way that local colleges treat students in medical internship programs. They'll treat you like dirt, screw you out of your money, and when you don't like it, the response is "we don't care if you don't like it" and "you are expendable". They treat students badly and get away with it because they're the only option within 50 miles. If you don't like it, fuck you, and fuck your dreams and fuck your money and fuck your dignity, because we don't give a fuck. If it were any other industry, these people would be absolutely out-of-fucking business for these malpractices, but they're not because every student is too scared to say anything because the college has your balls in a vice. Well, I'm taking mine out of the vice and throwing them in the administrator's face because I when I want something, I better damn well get it. I don't command respect, I command. End of the line.

I got tons of new supplies. I am feeling super accomplished. I got some yesterday, got more today, and I still need to get a couple more things that I couldn't find elsewhere to finish a few projects but after that it's not more supplies for me for a long, long time. lol I am not even kidding when I say I have a stock pile to last me ages.

right now I am thinking about the wars and genocide going on in the world and for some people the world to them is blood shed right out of their window. but for me the war is in my veins. and the war is me vs. this disease and right now the situation is one of uncertainty

I've been getting a lot more requests to draw things and lately I just haven't been feeling it. Idk, I guess that I'm really more in the mood to tat something, or take pictures, or write. I used to be the draw person. When I was younger I would draw things. Now I make things and really, I'm getting to the point where I prefer that. For me creating things is just the thing that makes me happy. I made a thing. I am looking at the thing I made. It's like I had all these little pieces and I put them together in order to make a thing. The act of finishing an item and holding it to me is probably one of the bet feelings in the world. For me seeing a finished thing is whats gonna' make me happy. It's always nice to sell something or get comments but for me, just knowing that there a thing out there that I made with my hands is what feels good. If I can hold it in my hands, it feels better. That's why I don't like digital art and sometimes feel more than underwhelmed by my own photography, but even with traditional art there's a huge difference in holding a paper and wearing a necklace.

I've been thinking a lot about moths lately. I finally watched silence of the lambs. I've been a huge fan of the books for years now, they are one of my favorites. And I absolutely love the Hannibal TV series... but I had never seen Silence of the Lambs. For years I had been putting it off. It's just another one of those movies that everyone has seen except me, save for this time it's a movie that I would actually enjoy, as opposed to most movies which I dislike. Last night I decided to finally play on my laptop while making jewelry for my shop. The scene where Clarice is in the museum with the that are identifying the moth pupa found in the girls mouth as a deaths head moth and the scientist just says, "somebody loved him" under his breath about the moth as he was looking at in awe just inspired me a lot.  For whatever reason, that one scene just stuck in my mind as I was drawing some sketches of designs I want to make.

So I've decided that I want to publish a series of photo books, one or more for each season. The problem? I have maybe less than 50 publishable winter photographs and literal thousands of spring, summer and fall ones.

Oh well, I suppose the winter book will just have to be disproportionately smaller than the rest.

I am a very isolated person. I think a lot of my problems with being socially retarded come from my early childhood and living with my grandmother and not having any social interaction outside of school. When I was in elementary school I was always living way out in the boon docks, we had no neighbors. All the other kids at school were living in the housing developments or in town so they all knew each other. They went to preschool together, they rode the bus together, their parents were friends, they lived in the same neighborhood. Not me. I was the outsider.  And then I remained the outsider to every friend I ever had after that. I guess I have never been on the 'inside' of a group, only on the outside. For awhile it was really hard to deal with, I was pretty miserable when I was younger. But once I hit 15-16, I guess I finally broke or something because the isolation that made me feel so alone started to become empowering. I embraced my loneliness. It went from being my tormentor to being my best friend.

I had a lot of fantasies about being a hermit in the mountains. For a long time thats what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to go up, up north, live in a cabin and never come back down. And people would tell me, wouldn't you feel lonely? People are social beings. Not me. Well, I don't why it would make me feel lonely. I've been isolated from everyone my entire life, if anything, the idea of a being a hermit is very comforting to me.  For me, being alone just feels good. Someone once told me they were afraid of the dark and I told them to think of the darkness as if it were a big, black blanket that was wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe.  In some ways, I think the fear of loneliness is just as 'normal' as a fear of the dark, a lot of people are afraid of being a alone. But for me, I think being alone the same way as I think about being the dark, it's like a warm blanket. It's nice. I like it. It's become a preference for me, actually. I have a feeling when I move to Seattle I am going to be in for a big culture shock.

It's getting around that time to think about gardening. There are still high snow banks around here but that just means that I still have time to prepare. I have quite a few perennials and bulbs but I like growing things and most of the perennials I plant die after the first year anyways because our soil is basically plant poison. This year I want to plant lots of cosmos and baby's breath. I also want to plant some:
-nemophila
-foxgloves
-linium
-lupin
-sweet peas
-pansies

I also want to get some new roses, all we have here are some bright pink ones. :C They're two huge bushes full of roses that bloom from May to November but they are just the ugliest color. The color is very upsetting to me. I do applaud the roses for staying alive and being such reliable flowers but their hideous Malibu Barbie pink color is just... upsetting to me. I want some white, red and maybe *pale pink* roses.

Some where I was reading about musicians and the challenges that alternative and indie acts face when it comes to piracy, and one of the comments said something along the lines of, "It's not piracy that kills acts, it's obscurity." I feel like this describes my exact problems when it comes to being a jewelry and fashion designer. I have no idea how to shoot myself out of obscurity. I might as well be sewing handmade invisibility cloaks at this rate. So far my ideas of how to get more page views are:
+submit everything I make on deviantart
+post my stuff to lots of DA clubs and on the forums
+try to use my facebook page. link to facebook page frequently.
+make one item for my shop every day.
+get 200 free project wonderful adspaces every other day

I have no idea how to get notoriety. Like, literally none at all. I actually did host one giveaway and I received a grand total of like, 15 likes on facebook, half of which were from my friends who probably feel bad for me. But hey, I think it worked well because one person got some jewelry they liked so I guess things turned out well. But I see people who aren't nearly as good at artwork as I am making hella bank and getting lots of pageviews, and I just don't get it. What do they have that I don't? It certainly isn't skills, but what else it could be is entirely beyond me.

i am better at baking than making graphics about baking

Like on one hand, I think it's pretty rad that I people I talk to on forums can click a link in my signature and come over here and learn stuff about my crafting hobbies and other thing,s but on the other hand, it does invite people who really dislike me and enjoy singling me out and silencing my contrary opinions to come over here and hate-follow me.. I'm also pretty sure this same person is the one leaving mean comments on this one story I'm updating on ff.net but have no proof of that, it just seem like something they would do. Which is fine with me. I can delete whatever they say just like how they delete everything I say that they happen to disagree with. It goes both ways. :) Oh well, maybe I should just be glad that nobody from den of angels found my posts about owning recast bjds.

I wonder if they feel good about hate following me. I feel like hate following me would be really boring. I don't even get their motivation. I mean I get hate-following since I hate follow a lot of people, (Here's looking at you, Lime Crime) Like what is the point of hate following me? I don't even do anything wrong or even mildly interesting. I'm not even fun to gossip about, there's no scandal in my life to gossip about. I'm just kind of a blunt, arrogant hipster. I post art and craft stuff but my stuff is pretty damn good so it's not like people are looking at it to laugh at. I'd imagine my artwork would just look totally uninteresting to anyone who doesn't like the aesthetic. The only thing I put up public online that gets me a lot of pageviews is my fanfiction and I don't care if people insult my writing. Oh man someone called me a hipster and a troll I better delete this fic I've worked for months on because someone called me a HIPSTER. Oh god. The shaaame. It's like, I really don't have a lot of sore spots that people can really make fun of. I think the only thing that really upsets me in my life is my dead father and thyroid disease. And those are very hard things to make jokes out of.  Maybe I should blog more about my thyroid disease to give this person something fun to look at lol.

plagiarized to death, critically acclaimed

New Angelspit album!!!!! I can say that the high quality production of Angelspit is the main reason why they are my favorite band. They go above and beyond with each release. I really respect that as a fan because I know every time I preorder an album, it's going to be high quality. When Zoog says's he's going to make a lullaby for the antichrist, he makes a lullaby for the antichrist. I feel like Angelspit is probably the best of industrial bands out there, not only for the consistently high production values but also for being really respectful and awesome to their fanbase. Listening to Angelspit always takes my creative ambitions and amps them all the way to 11,000. It is the perfect soundtrack to creative mayhem.


Favorite lines from "The Product":
-You are not a-list, you are craigslist. (the best burn I have ever heard)
-I will leave a crater where you used to stand.
-Plagiarized to death, critically acclaimed.
-"Because God!" (click this link)
-She went out to play with the devil but never came back.
-I love you means so much more when you're gagged. (I saw this line posted on angelspit's facebook as a status a while back. Awesome to see it again!) 
-The queen don't want a king, she wants a nemesis she can fuck.

I hate the disgusting attitudes that so many colleges have. I really dislike how they act like I should be honored with their presence, or acting like them returning my phone calls or emails is some kind of luxury brand treat they are so graciously bestowing upon me. As if this whole college thing is them doing me a favor. How about no? I am a paying customer. If I pay to have my transcripts sent- they better fucking be sent on time. I don't order food at a restaurant and hope that the waiter brings me my fucking food. This is no different. No colleges, you're not doing students "a favor". You are the service, we are the customers. If I was treated in any other place of business with the same rude, dismissive, and condescending treatment I've received at various colleges, I'd be entitled to some free vouchers.

Today I went to tj maxx and got one of those shower organizers to hang my necklaces on. I was going to make a fancy one but I got lazy. This was 8$ and it performs the basic function of storing and displaying all my necklaces so I can find them quickly for shipping.  Half of these are for my store, the other 20 or so are all my personal collection. I don't need any necklaces. I think I'll just buy ring from now on... replace one addiction for the other. Tackling my store of rings will be my next big challenge. lol.

My other sweet grabs from tj's includes a nice big bottle of food grade lavender buds from their spice collection. Don't judge me they have cheap and tasty tea and spices. Plus I now have tons of lavender, I have so much lavender I'm not sure quite what I'll do with it, but I've already got lavender tea cake on my mind.

Chronic illness is so not punk rock. I feel like a lot of music is all about the enemy from the outside. Fuck the system. Bring down 'the man'! Smash the patriarchy. Blow up the corporate buildings. But there's no songs about turmoil from the inside. Sure, we have 'punktorian' (that is neither punk rock nor victorian) like Emilie Autumn who sings about mental illness, but really most of her songs are about how much she hates the medical system (and here we're back to fuck the system), Billy Corgan, doctors, lithium, misogyny, etc. It's always about what "the system" or whatever enemy you put to introduce... is doing to fuck up your life. It's about taking the blame and throwing it at someone else and screaming, "look at what you fucked up!" Even in the case of mental illness, it's all about "the illness", the imbalance is destroying you. It's all about you vs. "the system". But if what if there is no system that destroys you? What if the destruction is truly from within?

Sometimes, I feel like theres no music that I can really relate to how I feel right now. I feel like this is more of an HP Lovecraft scenario, what chronic illness is to me anyways. It's some cosmic, unfathomable thing that comes in without rhyme or reason to chew up your life and spit you back from it's broken glass jaw as nothing more than a pile of broken bones and dreams. It has no reasons. It's not your douchey exlover who chided you for cutting yourself. It's not the greed of corporations that corrupts our government into taking from the poor and giving to the the rich. It's not some outside "force". It's cosmic. There is no reason or rhyme why this happened to me.

 I'm not special. I'm not different. My choices didn't land me here. I didn't smoke one pack a day into lung cancer, I didn't eat myself into diabetes. It happened. It happened just because it could happen. There is no rationale. There is no blaming this on someone else. I can't even blame myself for it. It's this destructive force that is without motive, without reason, so inhuman and unstoppable. It has nothing that it wants, it has no motive to be there, it is an unstoppable cosmic force that doesn't have a will to act of it's own. It is an insperable parasite that is attached ot every cell in my body. It can be understood as something that can't be destroyed and that's it. It's terror for terror's sake.

In essence, chronic illness is so not punk rock. It is quite eldritch, though.