In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night

We just got the linework done today, there just wasn't enough time for color. That and it hurt like a bitch. But this tattoo is going to look so kickass when it is done.


Sorry for my blindingly pasty cullen white flesh.

SO I got into a car accident monday and totaled my car. I was going home to pick it up so I would have a car for work and ont eh expressway back, I skidded on snow and slid off into the center and rammed the median. Luckily for me, the median was there, because I would have either gone intot he other lane and gotten hit, or just flipped over.

But I'm alright, but my trusty taurus is now gone. The lights and front were all broken, along with the radiator and the suspension.

So alas, I am carless, again.

But Fall Out Boy is coming to milwaukee and that just made my day!

So apparently one of my medications has hella bad withdrawal side effects. I discovered this fun fact because I missed one dose and then had one sleepless night consisting of headache, fever, cold sweats, and uncontrollable shaking. Coupled with me being nauseus, and there being a gigantic snowstorm going on, means that my boss gave me off work today.

So good ends do come to bad times, apparently.

My family = massive amounts of drama. I don't know how to make my sister happy without moving her here, and I can't make her understand that despite a fight with our parents, they still love her and are there for her.

Gosh, I hate it so much that she's in Philidelphia and so unhappy. I just wish that I could help her out more, but I'm doing all I can do.

I'm seriously scared, you guys. She sounds like I did before I ended up in the hospital, and we don't need another crazy, bipolar, suicidal person in this family (although, kinda too late for that).

I wish to God that I could do more for her.

So I just killed this fucking massive spider that was in my room, but I accidentaly brought down the blinds with it. Hopefully, I can get it repaired before I leave and not lose my security deposit. I need some white paint too, now that I think about it.


Also, who is going to the Empires show at AK45 tomorrow? I'd love to meet up with some of you all, although I have no idea about parking. Any ideas?

Most people I know would hesitate to call me an angry person, and normally this would be true. I am one of those wholesome, midwestern people that still call others ma'am and sir, won't swear in front of my family, and holds the door open for just about everyone.

However, there is one thing that gets me mind-blowingly angry, and that is the misdiagnos and treatment of mental illness, specifically those on the bipolar spectrum.

( Does that make me crazy? Probably. )

This is my mission, this is what makes me feel, this is what makes my life more the just living. My name is Gail Eichenberger, and I want to save your life.

I HAVE A JOB! FINALLY! I start Monday, and it's at a travel and leather good store in a mall. I just hope that I can make enough. Bust something is sure a hell of a lot better then nothing.

This weekend is turning out awesome.

I'm heading to the bank to change my bajillion pennies, nickels, and dimes into quarters for the tolls down to illinios. The bag of change is kinda heavy.

Am finally caught up on TAITV. Took forever.

Had the neatest thing happen to me yesterday. I was at Macy's, wandering the makeup counters, when I ended up chatting with the two employees at the Benefit counter. I ended up getting some advice on products, and while talking, my search for a more interesting job came up. The girl suggested that I work at a makeup counter, since you get a huge discount on product, but then mentioned that she was the sales coordinator for the state, and that she wished that they were hiring, because then she'd hire me. But she did take me down as a freelancer and offered to hire me out for special events and stuff where they need more temporary employees. Sucks that I'm not living in Chicago, cause I was offered a job down there, but the commute isn't worth it.

My mom, my cousin, and my aunt and I are all going to see Wicked in Chicago in three or so weeks. I'm pretty interested, since I'm a musical dork.

I'm thinking of making a soundtrack of my summer, I'm just not sure what to put on it. Probably a lot of power pop, since that's what I've been listening to for the last month.

Okay, drunk. Alone. Does this make me an alcoholic? Also, dana_shulps where are you? I want to spam you with my Jon/Spencer trauma surgeon AU!

Jezus, I have waaaay too many fic ideas running around in my head right now. Also, I cannot spell to save my life.

ENTERTAIN ME! PLOTBUNNIES, PICS, RANTS, WHY I AM A BAD PERSON FOR LOVING CINNAMON TOOTHPASTE AND VIVA LA BAM, LIFE STORIES, ANYTHING.

I LOVE EVERYONE ON MY FLIST, EVEN THOSE THAT I DON'T TALK TO MUCH ANYMORE. azrielen, hergerbabe, bynx89, faded_memories, annella, fictionalfemme, poezel, hermaphrodite, hookernails, illgiveupinyou (OR ALLIE, AS I LIKE TO CALL YOU. WE SHOULD GET TOGETHER. I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE TOO COOL FOR ME IN HIGH SCHOOL), pez_gurl, strangelyshaded, coricomile, JESUS, MY WHOLE FUCKING FLIST OF AWESOME PEOPLE, CAUSE I HAVE BEEN SHIT AT BEING ACTIVE LATELY. I'M AMAZED THAT YA'LL HAVEN'T DEFRIENDED ME YET. I KNOW I'M NOT A BNF IN ANYTHING, BUT I FEEL SO HONORED TO HAVE EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON MY FLIST AS FRIENDS. OH MY GOD, YOU ALL ROCK SO HARD.

YOU ALL MAKE ME SO HAPPY. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR MAKING MY LIFE BEARABLE AT TIMES, AND BEING MY ONLY BRIGHT SPOT IN THE DARK.

So my new meds have some interesting side effects, like mostly making me manic as all hell. I've been getting worse over the last few years, but I can barely concentrate on anything, I'm doing like 5 things at once, I can't shut my brain up, I can't sit still, and I have that freaking elated emotions despite the fact that I need to sit down and WORK ON MY FREAKING FINAL.

Man, this is why you don't give antidepressants to a bipolar person. But hey, at least I'm not depressed anymore. Hopefully going up on my other stuff in a week will help balance things out.

And my Bob story is becoming kinda cracky. It's sorta Dark Angel influenced, with super enhanced clones made by shadowy quasi-governmental groups, and genetic bullshitting, and Bob being totally awesomely psychic and genetically enhanced, and I'm still working on the whole plot, cause I'm not sure how I want this to all work out, except for a happy ending. I can't write angst for shit, and I'm too much of a softie to do too much bad stuff to the guys.

Oh, and I now really, really want to write a PATD and American Gods crossover, where Jon Walker is some kind of mythological creature/god, which would explain his awesomeness. So now I need to go through my bajillion mythology books and find someone that will work. They need to be related to the road/travel, music, mischief, and taking things as they come. I'm vaguely thinking something around the lines of Dionysus, although I'm not really sure who I want at this point. I'm really inspired by lyra_wing's story "Dust in the Wind" though.