Slow Evolution into Bag Lady-dom

[bluejeans07]

I've turned into one of those women who carry all sorts of crap in their bags. XD My bag isn't HUGE... at least not yet, although I may swap it out for a bigger one eventually, it's still small enough that it qualifies as a purse but it's starting to get heavy! It's a bag I made myself too so I made it decently sized to be able to keep lots of stuff in it, but it's starting to get borderline ridiculous.

The stuff can be divided into various categories:
Basics: Keys, Chococat wallet, Snow Fairy Sugar bottle filled with Advil, 'lady things', brocade tissue packet with mirror from Japan (gift from Daddy!), Bath and Body sweet pea scented hand lotion

Electronics: iPod with ear buds, cellphone (with cute danglies!), 1GB flash drive

Art Supplies: Small sketchbook, one ball point pen, one ink pen, one red drawing pen, one blue pencil, one 3B lead pencil

Food: One strawberry granola bar, one oats and honey granola bar, Ghiridelli dark chocolate square, and a tin of chocolate covered peanuts (sometimes there are boxes of pocky or gummies!)

Occasional things: 'Whose Body' by Dorothy Sayers, notebook for work, 'Macromedia Flash for Dummies', bento box

I bring these things to work with me daily. Along with my bento box and occasionally, my work laptop and hard drive because I'm going back and forth between studios. @_@

On a side note, there's Super Mario 3 music coming from my boss's lappy. AWESOME!

Comments

[maryssa.livejournal.com]

I think buying a huge purse made me start carrying around random crap in it. Damn trends.

DID YOU SEE ENCHANTED YET? LETS SEE IT.

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

I DID BUT I WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!

Is the purse at least cute? XD

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

OH OH OH are you busy this Saturday?? Jenn wanted to get together and do stuff! :D

[maryssa.livejournal.com]

this saturday i'm not positive. i have gym in the morning and a scheduled warcraft thing at noon, and theres a possibility i'm going to see beowulf with some people in the evening but that might get moved to a matinee some other day. so i'll let you know.

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll call you!

[akavertigo.livejournal.com]

This has nothing to do with your glorious hobo future, but, hey, thought of your "kids" today. Sammy and I were doing our standard "if we had an Ashworth RPG" type of brain scribbling, when the idea of a "higher education" academy started getting batted about. Which of course led to wonderful ideas:

1) The academy would also serve as a polite "house arrest" facility for those youngsters that joined the DEs before being old enough to grow a beard. (We're branching off NP history here, with a post-Voldy era and distinct lack of Mr. Potter). And, hey, you know who'd definitely be serving house arrest there? Jelly.

2) Along with being a research facility, the academy would also have an adjacent training facility for "security specialists". Because Aurors are fine and dandy but how many of them ever get taught to throw a decent punch? (Plus it's my personal theory that a post-Voldy environment would be even more paranoid than it predecessor, and thus plenty of people would be wanting security that could handle magic and Muggles.) And, gee, who would the Ashworths get to train these loveable scamps? Oh, hey, I know, how about they ask their nice Oniyama pals? Because Sasha is all for getting his boyfriend, Aki-chan, a well paying gig.

(The training camp would also serve as a backup guard/police force for the house arrest factor.)

Jelly: So, um, no hard feeling about exploiting your son's emotions and principles, threatening your wife, and aiming to expose the rest of your family to a magical danger against which they'd be highly unlikely to defend?
Aki:...run. Run, fast. Run, far. Now.
Jelly: Fair enough. ::runs::


And this is what Lena thinks when @ work instead, y'know, working.

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU. Seriously. Lately, all I've been doing with Amaury are IMRPs full of crack. Mostly it's because I don't have time for much more but I don't want to forget the other Oniyamas as well.

If you do this, let me know and we can work out a delightful arrangement. *holds back Victoria*

[akavertigo.livejournal.com]

Sammy and I are thinking that before we try open a whole community (ouch, the modding) we'd try a nice leisurely "prelude" period. The original idea was to mostly use this as a way for us to indulge our Ashworth story building compulsions. But I fail to see why it shouldn't be expanded to see who else would be interested in the setting. A nice casual setting. Like a nicer sort of crackRP.

Plus, having Jelly meet Aki is one of my pet fantasy joys. Because, oh yeah, it wouldn't be awkward at all.

PS: Furthermore, Jelly is under house arrest because she was the first Ashworth to ever be taken to trial. Wouldn't Amaury make a great character witness?

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

I'm always up for crack RPs. Always always always. XD

Oh god. Aki meeting Jelly. o_o *mind blows*

He's a protective daddy.

[akavertigo.livejournal.com]

~X~
But it was the look on Sasha’s face that cemented Aki’s attention. Nothing in the girl seemed to merit such…alarm. Fear, even. It made Aki sharpen his focus, to scrutinize the child (and she was little more than that, really) in search of what could inspire panic in a man who he had always thought unshakeable.

She was a pretty thing, Aki supposed, with her blond hair and height. White daisies bloomed on her jacket’s collar. Sixteen at the oldest; there was a marked lightness in her step, an open vigor, that seldom thrived in anybody too old, too used to the world.

Yet something about that face made him think of a Noh mask. There was something unsettled about the features, as if a slight tilt would change her expression completely, as if she’d look entirely different if only seen from another angle. It made him remember one mask in particular, what was it now…

But, really, overall there was nothing remarkable about her at all, except for how white and tight Sasha’s fingers wrapped around her sleeve. She seemed completely unperturbed by the rough handling. When Sasha snapped off a short string of grave, angry Russian (and how often had he heard Sasha be angry, be anything except calm and efficient and dimly accented with melancholy) the girl only shrugged, the movement made gawky by the unrelenting hold on her arm. Her smile never faltered. But after another burst of Russian, it sharpened into an archness that made Aki revaluate her age. Still ignoring the grip, she answered Sasha; her Russian lacked both Sasha’s grimness and inherent ease. Not a native speaker, obviously, but a well practiced one. Was she family then? True, he’d never heard Sasha mention any siblings or offspring, but Aki better than anyone knew the importance of keeping precious things secret. And there was a definite intimacy between the two, despite the man’s anxiety and the girl’s edge…

It was then that she turned to look at him.

Green eyes. Green like Victoria’s…only not. Victoria’s eyes made him think of leaves and solace, of spring. This girl’s eyes made him think of vines and, inexplicably, of smoke, of ash. She smiled suddenly, the angles of her face rearranging and he knew which mask she resembled.

Kitsune.

Her smile trembled, curving to show small white teeth and to wrap around words. Not Russian and not Japanese, and too far away from Aki to be heard clearly, but he read her lips nonetheless.

“He looks like you.”
~X~

[bluejeans07.livejournal.com]

:O

Now I see. XD I LUFF YOU. XD

[jelly-ashworth.livejournal.com]

BECAUSE, um, VICTORIA TOTALLY WEARS COLORED CONTACTS SOMETIMES!

[babysnowleopard.livejournal.com]

:O Even a sketchbook in your PURSE?
This is getting serious!

XD; this huge bag trend needs to stop or the next generation of old ladies will all be hunchbacks!