My Pigeon

So this is my girlfriend, Jill. She is my Pigeon.


New Years Eve 2012

We very recently celebrated our three year anniversary. Shit's cray, man. I love her so much. She even surprised me by coming up from Illinois for it. She made me cry and everyone involved in getting her here felt victorious over my tears of sheer joy. I bet they tasted sweet, didn't they, guys. DIDN'T THEY?!?
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Jill has helped me through so much over the years. She's dealt with more than anyone should and stayed by me through the worst, I couldn't survive without her. And believe it or not, for most of our relationship, she's been in Illinois whilst I remain in Wisconsin. That's right ladies and gents, long distance relationships CAN work, but there's A LOT of effort to be put into it. The effort is so worth it, though, because I coudn't love her or anyone else more. Now, back in January of 2012, we met in Chicago for our first face-to-face date. We went to go see Beauty and the Beast 3D because it's our favorite Disney movie and we only wanted to see it a lot. We had dinner at Heaven on 7th after that, and let me tell you, being with her for the first time was Heaven.



After dinner, we walked around Michigan Avenue and the malls until it was time for me to return to the train station to bring me back to Wisconsin, but not before we shared our first kiss riding down an escalator. As first kisses go, it was pretty amazing, I was so nervous but it was still cute and it made my lips tingle. It was the kiss that sparked many more to come, and only made me more desperate to see her again. Jill went to college down in southern Illinois, and I happened to have been hired at my local Boys & Girls Club just as her school year started. I was able to bring her up for fall break where I took her to the Milwaukee Public Museum.


Oh yeah, that's a sonic screwdriver in my hand, and I was definitely happy to see her -wink-

And I also took her to Book Worm Gardens, an awesome place near UW-Sheboygan where people of all ages can enjoy interactive book gardens with different book themes.

Big blue chair of The Three Bears.

I was also able to bring her back to share our first Thanksgiving together!

My hair magically turned blue between visits, it grew on her though, thankfully!

Unfortunately, I lost my job in the beginning of December, but Jill was there for me. She didn't let me feel sorry for myself, and was there to give me moral support from miles and miles away. I was able to bring her back with my last pay check, for a second Christmas and to bring in the new year together!


She also tried to steal my cat, but that's okay, they're cute together.

She came up again for her spring break.... She literally went somewhere colder for spring break so she could be with me. If that's not love, I don't know what is.



And also my brother's wedding!



And then, as you all know. She surprised me this summer by sneaking her way up here for a late birthday surprise, and to celebrate our three year anniversary! I was very lucky and blessed to have had her here for over a month! Every time she comes here I feel our relationship grows stronger, and our love for each other grows. We had many great adventures over the summer: Door County, Greek Fest, Milwaukee zoo, Fourth of July, Renaissance Faire... I can't wait to see her again, maybe I'll go down to meet her for a change!

I'm not dead yet!

So I've been neglecting this poor blog for a while. A long while. But I've decided recently that I need to get back into it, I think it'll be really good for me. I want to catch you all up on what's been happening in my life, and this... Well, might have to be several posts. I'll try to keep from rambling too much, and try to keep it down to the important things.

Here we go, cue music!

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!

So it's been about two years since my last post. Wow. I really dropped the ball, huh? Lets see how well my memory recalls the last two years, shall we?

WARNING! MAY NOT BE IN SEQUENTIAL ORDER!

So after my summer classes, for which this blog was created, I tried to continue my college experience in the fall. I was confident, since I finally had the ADHD diagnosis and had medication that worked. But, I was a tad over confident. I made some stupid mistakes like taking night classes, and taking math. Now my logic for taking night classes was: "I'm very active at night, I'm also an insomniac, night classes will be great!" What I didn't realize at that time was, my medication doesn't really work at night, and my brain might be more active at night, but it's active on a creative level, not a learning level.

So I basically set myself up to fail from the get go. Needless to say, I didn't do that well in my classes. And I failed college. Again. Sigh.

There's a bunch of sadness after that, like a year of it. Self doubt and depression. I was suspended from college for a whole year, and I failed again to find a job. I'm really kind of damned on that. I don't really have much job experience, and I need that for a job. I can't pay for my education (thus sending me deeper into debt) because I don't have a job, and I need an education for a job. You see my problem? Factor in that I do not have a driver's license, thereby cutting down the places I can apply to to being within walking distance or on a bus line, I'm still screwed.

But in the fall of 2012, I was blessed with a job at my local Boys & Girls Club, running the art room. I got a job y'all! Now I more or less enjoy working with kids. I've always been really good with them for some reason, very few times have I found a kid who was apathetic or hated me. And getting to do what I love, art, and sharing it with these kids was awesome. I had okay hours, about 3.5 hours a day for the weekday. Things were going great until I was unfairly let go.

It was another major blow to my ego. I failed at school. I failed at finding a job, until I actually got one. But then I failed at my job too. Back into depression I go!



Now I haven't really gotten out of the depression hole, but I do have the occasional surfacing, like a majestic humpback whale before I plummet back to into the dark depths to eat my feels with krill.

One such occasion was for my brother's wedding, of which I was a bridesmaid. That's right, my big brother got married and I even put on a dress for it! (I was given the option to wear pants, but my girlfriend talked me into a dress, and I'm sure the bride appreciated it.)


She told me to harness my inner Goddess. I told her my inner Goddess likes pants.

And if you're wondering about my girlfriend, don't worry, there's a whole post for her coming up next!

OMFG Freckles!

So yesterday I went over to my cousin's house to go swimming, we had an awesome time. Amazing how we always seem to forget we're adults when we get together. Apart from our vocabulary reverting to that of an eleven year old, and being waaaaaay too entertained by the most idiotic things, and exhausting lines from the movie Nemo, we have a lot of inside jokes from when we actually were elven that are still hilarious to us.

We were just acting really stupid. When we're not having a serious conversation it's like we become two completely different people. So yeah, swimming... for two hours straight... with no sunscreen... Why do you never feel yourself getting burned? I didn't think it was even this bad until I saw it and it started hurting like a mother frakker.

Speaking of seeing it... Oh my gods the freckles! D: I hate my freckles. This is why I hide from the sun. It was like a break out/infestation of gorram freckles. Cheeks, nose, forehead (nose and forehead, really freckles? Really? -__-), and all along my shoulders/upper arms. I can't say much for my back because I can't see it, and my chest is pretty much freckle free, but my face.... -_____-

It's so painful. clothes hurt. And my backpack doesn't help that at all. And it's painful to sleep because I can't turn or anything or I'll rub by burn (which feels like someone's rubbing my skin with a cheese grater). I don't remember ever being this burnt except for once before when I was maybe nine or ten. So painful! Okay, I'm done complaining now.

Like a Boss

So I'm sitting in Paradigm, a local coffee spot, sort of new age-y and just an awesome place to hang out. For my final essay I have to write about an experience. Not one that I've already had since that's basically a narrative and we've already done those, but we go have an experience and write about it. My experience? Gender bending. For those of you who may not know, gender bending is where you dress, act, and portray yourself as the opposite sex.

I do this on a fairly regular basis actually, but not to the extreme I am now. I bind my chest, wear mens clothes, but answer to Emily, use female terms (her, she, etc.) and use the women's rest room. But now, EVERYTHING is male. Only answering to Devin, using male terms, and the mens bathroom. And I'm pretty damn successful, I've seen four people I know so far that haven't even recognized me. I feel accomplished.

I have recently come to describe myself as an gender androgynous female. Tomboy doesn't cut it for me. I like being male, I like being female... sometimes. And I'm not transgender. So first blog from Devin. *grins* I might make this a regular thing too. So fair warning to readers.

This is not a paragraph. I am not on my ADHD meds. I need to get home to feed the cats. Three sentences is a paragraph, technically..... TEA!

That is all.

How roleplaying can help you write an essay

Okay, so I'm going to try and sound coherent but I don't know how well that'll work since it's a Friday and I didn't take my meds... and I'm going to be writing three blogs back to back, but I'll do my best.

So my English professor had commented on this way at the beginning of the class after he assigned the first essay, a personal narrative. I was complimented on my excellent use of descriptive words. When asked about our writing process, I had said that the essay was pretty easy for me to write because I love to write and I roleplay.

I explained that when you roleplay online, you're typing out everything your character does, everything they're wearing, their appearance (hair color, eye color, etc.), and also what they're seeing, thinking, and saying. It's an excellent way to keep your mind productive during the summer when you don't have school. It's certainly helped me with my grammar and spelling, and I believe I've become a better writer because of it as well. Roleplaying almost forces you to be as creative as possible to give anyone else you're RPing with the best response, essentially writing a story. The more descriptive you are, the better the RP experience.

Basically what I had done was treat my paper like a really long RP post. I described all the "characters", the setting, gave some background, and described thoughts and interpretations. Not only did it make it an interesting paper to read, again, almost like a story, it got an A. And my professor said that I should get together with an English professor who roleplays and we could write an article on how using roleplay can help write an essay.

So until I find an English professor who RP's, this blog post will have to do.

Late for a very important date

Heyo, (gotta let go) No. I hate that song. Anywho. I didn't post anything last week like I should've. I was busy with essays and speeches and what not, I just didn't have the time. Now I do. And I will be random.

I wonder if they call Italian bread, us bread in Italy... "What bread would you like your sammich on sir?" "Us bread." That would be weird... Same goes for Canadian bacon. Us bacon? Or just regular bacon and they call our regular bacon American bacon... Mmmm, bacon. My sandwich was turkey on Italian bread, wish it was bacon instead. Bacon is delicious.

The best, most godly bacon ever, is at Miesfeld's. *drool*

I'm not drinking Mountain Dew, got some crystal lite stuff in water. Blue UV and Mountain Dew is frakking delicious. I need a Twitter. I ate my sammich too early and I'm still hungry. I'll go get chips after this. Google translate is entertaining. It talks to you. I make it sing songs in different languages.

I think that's it for this post. Pretty much useless jargon. *le sigh* If you made it this far you get a cookie. Go buy one lol Thanks for reading.

Also, my girlfriend is amazing <3
And I have to harvest my crops. Stupid Farmville.

Off the Pill- Look at my cat, my cat is amazing...

He thinks he's a dog and he likes to take showers...

Seriously, I think my cat's going through an identity crisis. For like a month or so now, he's been very adamant about going outside every day, just to walk around the house and roll in the dirt, stuff like that. Then he started growling, yes, growling, like a dog. And just recently, he's started to actually go outside. Like he's a housebroken dog. And the other day, he was outside, a pit bull walks by and my cat tries to charge it. O___O I caught him, but still. This ten pound fluffy kitty tried to intimidate a sixty pound pit bull. Kitty, you're NOT A DOG!

And what's with your fascination with the shower all of a sudden? You're jumping INTO the shower and getting wet. You sat under the water and got soaked the last time. And you're jumping into the fridge. What? Why? Are you reliving your second kittenhood? Is this your bucket list? You're nineteen but you're gonna live forever, you don't need a bucket list.

Also, I disowned my mom for a day yesterday. She failed in the knowledge of Harry Potter. Here's how it went down. We're in the car coming home from her doctor's appointment, she mentions my wand and asks which character it's supposed to belong to, I had gotten it at the Renaissance Faire a few years ago so it was just my wand. Then I said it had a triple core.
"What's a core?"
"How are you my mother?"
She laughs, I'm serious for like 2 minutes before I start laughing too. Then I explain the wand cores, phoenix feather, unicorn hair, and dragon heart string. And a little later she notices the Dark Mark I drew on my right arm.
"How'd you get that thingy on your arm?"
"I drew- THINGY?!?!"
"I don't know what it's called..."
*facepalm* "The Dark Mark..."
But that's not all. We go to the theater to see Harry Potter, 3D is so worth the extra money by the way. And we're playing hangman on her phone while we wait for the movie to start. She didn't know what Death Eaters were, or that Buckbeak was the name of the Hippogryph in the third movie... She's redeemed herself from that movie by remembering that the "black floaty things" are called Dementors. And now, we're watching the movie and she asks.
"Where's that big guy?"
"...."
"The gianty dude..."
-________-".....Hagrid?"
"Yeah him."
I am disappointed.

And later, after the movie she's like.
"I'm glad I didn't ask you where they were when they were at Hogwarts. You probably would've yelled at me."
"I would've stood up and told you to 'GTFO, you don't belong here'."
She laughs because she knows I was serious.
Did I mention that she's only read the first book? She's gone to see all the movies, but hasn't read the books... That made me cry. And and and and I had to spend a good hour or so after the movie to explain some things. Die Bücher gelesen MUTTER!