<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:46.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sketching paris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-116734303410025473</id><published>2006-12-28T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T16:57:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/336389110/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/336389110_3d5bffc128_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/336389110/"&gt;kaleidoscope&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*above photo by damian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been forever since an update, i know.  2006 is almost over and it will soon be time to start fresh all over again.  i really do get that feeling every year, that feeling that i can make the new year a better one, a more productive one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a sexy new &lt;a href="http://www.canon.ca/english/index-products.asp?lng=en&amp;prodid=1088&amp;sgid=23&amp;gid=2&amp;ovr=1" target="_new"&gt; camera&lt;/a&gt; for christmas which i hope will help me on my path to doing my own thing along with my painting and greeting cards that people seem to be loving (and saying i should sell).  this year i have to drop my fears and intimidations and start taking chances.  i have to get out of my current job that's for sure, the stress is not good and is taking it's toll on my body (i was sick over christmas and have been losing weight from not eating), my marriage, my mental health.  i have this entire week off until Jan.2nd and it feels so good to be relaxing, doing things at a normal pace, i'm afraid to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm playing with name ideas for a new website which will feature my art and photography and hopefully also my journal (i still like having a journal even though i haven't updated).  i'm thinking of just using my name...amandadevuono.ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to re-arrange the spare bedroom, i've got the itch to re-arrange rooms and paint them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-116734303410025473?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116734303410025473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116734303410025473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/12/coming-to-ends.html' title='coming to ends'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/336389110_3d5bffc128_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-116075816521089805</id><published>2006-10-13T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:49:25.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which he kissed the bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134317942/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/134317942_881da67752_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134317942/"&gt;me&amp;amp;d&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary damian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago to the day. we had a lot of people concerned that we chose to get married on a friday the 13th but we didn't care. we really wanted to get married on halloween but it was a wednesday that year, so, we took halloween backwards instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cozy night tonight on this freezing day. a fire in our fireplace, a yummy dinner of i don't know what yet, and a decadent bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.perrier-jouet.com/" target="_blank"&gt; champagne&lt;/a&gt;. maybe a chocolate fondue for dessert, yeah, i think that's mandatory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-116075816521089805?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116075816521089805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116075816521089805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-which-he-kissed-bride_13.html' title='in which he kissed the bride'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-116068631073530962</id><published>2006-10-12T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:51:50.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which the iceman cometh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70717430/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70717430_6be2b63af7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70717430/"&gt;snow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from across my office i heard "it's snowing!"  sure enough when i looked out the window december caught my eye in a blizzard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's done now but it was a mighty gust of flurry action.  now the sun is shining as if nothing had happened, like the cover up of a horrible mistake.  mark it, first official snow fall (even though it didn't stick to the ground), October 11th....gotta love canada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-116068631073530962?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116068631073530962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/116068631073530962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-which-iceman-cometh.html' title='in which the iceman cometh'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115984134543615588</id><published>2006-10-02T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:11:31.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which time escapes me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/259274528/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/114/259274528_48484e1466_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/259274528/"&gt;yard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we're into our new place and the film fest is long over.  i was film logged after all those movies, for a couple days everything i did felt like a movie.  i kind of liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy lately with the move and my new position at work starting.  i'm in my last few days of training and i'm not too sure about it.  my hours are 9-5 yet i can never seem to get out of there until AFTER 5:00.  this is not good as damian &amp; i come in together therefore he is waiting for me after work too.  not to mention the office politics i'm immersed in now that i'm inside the doors rather than sitting alone at reception.  i'm really not sure if i can handle it, i really hate office environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving our new house though, the commute i could do without but i knew it would be a part of my life when we bought this place.  the leaves are gorgeous and last night was such a clear night i was re-introduced to stars.  i was also re-introduced to spiders.  not many spiders happen in condos but on my first day here, as i occupied the washroom "powdering my nose", a spider loomed near watching my every move (perv).  poe also ate a giant, fat, juicy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091064/" target="_blank"&gt; jeff goldblum&lt;/a&gt; type creature that had taken up residence in one of our windows.  the loud thump thum buzz ceased suddenly, i looked over at poe who sat still on the ledge, mouth clenched tight.  the tiny evidence of a kill hung out of her mouth in the form of a wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't got my studio in order but i think i may have managed to talk damian into stealing one of the bigger bedrooms to house my arts (huzzah!).  my reasoning...why let the bigger of the 2 leftover bedrooms just sit there waiting to be used, begging for company in the form of a sleepover guest?  why waste all of that space?  so the little one (which is going to look super cozy when i'm done with it) is waiting for you to curl up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed, the commute happens again tomorrow morning and i'm not used to having to get up at 5:30 (le sigh).  maybe a chapter of my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Diane-Arbus-Patricia-Bosworth/dp/0393326616/sr=1-7/qid=1159840888/ref=sr_1_7/701-4456934-6016306?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books" target="_blank"&gt; book&lt;/a&gt; to send me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115984134543615588?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115984134543615588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115984134543615588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-which-time-escapes-me.html' title='in which time escapes me'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115794078968944239</id><published>2006-09-10T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:13:10.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>film fest day 3: in which i fall for Norway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/239971431/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/239971431_4930dc7f62_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/239971431/"&gt;burb kids&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention in the last post, ("film fest day 2") that damian &amp; i were nearly run down while crossing the street on friday night (saturday morning) by dustin hoffman, close call dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a FANTASTIC film on day 3 (saturday), a Norwegian film &lt;a href="http://www.bothersomeman.com/" target="_blank"&gt; 'the bothersome man&lt;/a&gt;.  so far my favourite film of the fest, the reason i do the festival is for films like this.  films that make me curious, make me think, make me feel.  i felt a strong connection to this one, to the themes.  that's all i'll say though because i wouldn't do it justice describing what i thought it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the only film i had on saturday so damian &amp; i headed over to the vegetarian food fair where i ate a lot of mini tofu shish kabobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unexciting end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115794078968944239?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115794078968944239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115794078968944239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/09/film-fest-day-3-in-which-i-fall-for.html' title='film fest day 3: in which i fall for Norway'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115783108921796229</id><published>2006-09-09T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:44:50.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>film fest day 2: in which we finally travel to (celluloid) kazakhstan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/238568768/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/238568768_0d281c47f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/238568768/"&gt;jagshemash&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 1/2 a day at work i was free, free to go to the box office to see what to do about the tickets we still had for the botched screening of Borat the night before.  turns out we just used the same ticket, nothing too difficult there really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to slowly stroll home, stop at &lt;a href="http://www.commensal.ca/"&gt; le commensal&lt;/a&gt; for lunch where the woman at the cash register was a bitch to me when i said "i think i have 21 cents too.....nope, sorry, i don't".  she gave me "well anything ma'am, a quarter whatever i don't want to hold up the line".  what the hell is that attitude?  i'm pissed that there never seems to be time, we're always being rushed through everything, rushed to start, rushed to finish.  there was ONE person behind me.  she handed me my change, never once even taking a moment of precious fleeting time to look at me, "thank you, next"  i looked at her and said "gee, thanks" as i tried to gather my wallet and change in one hand while trying to pick up my tray in the other, don't want to hold up the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, then i felt my asthma kicking in (for teh past 3 weeks i've had this constant cough that makes me feel like i could die from it since i'm not getting enough air, fun times).  i managed to get to the eaton center when i realized, this isn't good.  called up my doctor to see if i could get an appointment. he was booked solid but i got one with a nurse.  long story short the nurse saw me and said "you WILL be seeing a doctor", my doc saw me and said it was severe, that next time this happens (which it hopefully won't) he doesn't care what time of day it is....get to the hospital.  okay, so i had an asthma attack and didn't really take it seriously, good to know.  it's like breathing through the tiny straw of a drinking box.  i walked out of there with 3 puffers and steroid pills that i have to take for 7 days.  i'm on steroids.  i can kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we headed over to the Elgin theater to wait in line for Borat (again) and the skies opened up on us.  hundreds of people making love to the wall to try and stay dry.  once we got in the theater it was freezing, we're talking air conditioning to the max and we were all wet to boot.  the film was hilarious, the seats were comfy (which is generally not the case at the elgin but maybe that's just when you're seeing a film that sucks), the air conditioning seemed to take a powder, and i could breath.  it was "vray niceh!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115783108921796229?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115783108921796229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115783108921796229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/09/film-fest-day-2-in-which-we-finally.html' title='film fest day 2: in which we finally travel to (celluloid) kazakhstan'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115774876437494663</id><published>2006-09-08T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:02:10.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>film fest day 1: in which Michael Moore attempts salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/237591684/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/92/237591684_baa1c35282_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/237591684/"&gt;the tiny Borat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop laughing, no one could, for a solid 10-15 minutes of &lt;a href="http://www.borat.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;Borat&lt;/a&gt; entertainment.  then the projector broke.  this is never good but it's especially never good when it happens to a midnight madness crowd (they tend to be more on the vocal side).  the house lights came up and hundreds of faces plastered with looks of death turned toward the projection booth, a series of boos were uttered and then michael moore appeared behind us.  it was a bit surreal, why was michael moore headiing to the projection booth.  let me just say for the record i had some booze on board from a girls night at work before i came to the theater so things were extra odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many cheers for michael when he exited the booth and walked past us so i yelled "but did he fix it?"  a few fellow audience members agreed with my questioning as they turned to look at me laughing with a "so true".  he didn't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we knew it michael was on stage with Borat director &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0153078/" target="_blank"&gt; Larry Charles&lt;/a&gt;.  why michael moore was on stage instead of Borat was a mystery but for the next 45 minutes or so it was a free for all Q&amp;A, any topic was open to discussion.  finally they brought Borat back when they realized the projector situation was not going to be fixed any time soon.  so we started with what's normally saved to the end, the Q&amp;A.  all and all it was pretty entertaining but we never did get to see the film.  it has been rescheduled for tonight at midnight at teh Elgin theater...much closer to home for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a nap so i can make it to midnight, didn't get much sleep last night and was up early for work this morning but now, now i'm on vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for another ridiculously bad photo taken from a distance with no flash, see &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/237591685/" target="_blank"&gt; mike &amp; lar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115774876437494663?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115774876437494663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115774876437494663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/09/film-fest-day-1-in-which-michael-moore.html' title='film fest day 1: in which Michael Moore attempts salvation'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115749157168512296</id><published>2006-09-05T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:26:11.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which she's close on my heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/233816534/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/233816534_47ae69b76c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/233816534/"&gt;ka-trink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my little sisters birthday today (you never ask a lady her age) and she's catching up to me.  we had a family celebration on saturday in which mom brought out her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/233808687/" target="_blank"&gt; $150 tequila&lt;/a&gt;.  smooth but still, it tasted like tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we scored every one of our film picks for the &lt;a href="http://www.e.bell.ca/filmfest/2006/home/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt; fest&lt;/a&gt; this year (which is a sweet thing) so now we're readying ourselves for line-ups.  My first film is this thursday at midnight......&lt;a href="http://www.borat.tv/" target="_blank"&gt; Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan &lt;/a&gt; and i have to go to work the next day, oh well, only 1/2 the day and then i'm on vacation!!!!!!  i can't even remember all of my other films...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happiest of birthday shout outs once again to katie (she hates that name) ka-trink.  hope your day ends on a sweeter note than the sour one it started on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115749157168512296?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115749157168512296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115749157168512296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-which-shes-close-on-my-heels.html' title='in which she&apos;s close on my heels'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115688727405178672</id><published>2006-08-29T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:18:36.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i think winter thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/79536922/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/79536922_66682f41f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/79536922/"&gt;cold&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i completely nuts to be sort of wanting the scene above?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move into our new house on sept. 22nd and i can't wait!  i can't wait for the peace and quiet, i can't wait for the crispy air, for halloween in an old house (i'm going to decorate the shit out of that place).  i REALLY can't wait for christmas in the house, it's a great christmas house.  i can see a snow storm outside, big soft flakes, going for a walk just so we can come home to light a (wood burning) fire in our &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181518414/in/set-72157594187055040/" target="_blank"&gt; fireplace&lt;/a&gt; and drink hot chocolate with little marshmallows in it...or spiced wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality, i start my new position in a couple of weeks.  i'll be training the new receptionist for a couple days next week then i'm off on vacation for a week.  nothing too fancy or all inclusive unfortunately, just taking in the film fest good and proper.  i'm sure drinks will be involved but they won't be inclusive...dammit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115688727405178672?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115688727405178672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115688727405178672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-which-i-think-winter-thoughts.html' title='in which i think winter thoughts'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115585032783822365</id><published>2006-08-17T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:35:44.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which summer creeps to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/212466489/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/74/212466489_1f33e7b682_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/212466489/"&gt;serenity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could really go for a thunderstorm of immense proportions tonight, i love t-storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the &lt;a href="http://www.theex.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt; CNE&lt;/a&gt; opens tomorrow, that pretty much means the end of summer.  it also means deep fried chocolate bars, pierogies, and the soft seductive call of the carnie,  "hey sweetness why not shake that over here and win yerself a panda".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CNE was way better when i was a kid, when the arts &amp; crafts in the arts &amp; crafts pavilion actually were arts &amp; crafts and not flea market kitch and large packs of socks at bargain prices.  i still go though, i go for the $0.99 spaghetti and stay for the sweet smell of hot barf on the midway.  truth is, i'm not sure why i still go.  i think it has something to do with tradition (and the polar bear express).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?  &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt; myspace&lt;/a&gt; is good for more than just wasting time while bored at work.  my long lost best friend from high school found me on there, it's been over 10 years since i saw her last, it's fantastic!  check out her "space" coz she's an artist and her paintings are kick ass....i can't wait to hang a piece in my new house, shazaam!!!!  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/robinthepainter" target="_blank"&gt; Robin Luoma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115585032783822365?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115585032783822365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115585032783822365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-which-summer-creeps-to-end.html' title='in which summer creeps to an end'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115559139738331707</id><published>2006-08-14T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:36:37.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i'm bitten and farted at</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/214995655/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/71/214995655_a15f12d25c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/214995655/"&gt;nina &amp;amp; adrian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sign in front of the church read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"we're not the dairy queen but we have great sundays"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought about how i would need hot fudge and peanuts with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day at a cottage yesterday visiting damian's sister who's here from england for a bit.  had fun playing with the niece &amp; nephew who are ADORABLE and made me want to get knocked up STAT. *seriously though, i can wait*.  a fire ant took a chunk out of my foot when we first got there, that's a stink i don't want to feel a second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today at lunch i'm sitting in a quiet little stretch of hall along Cumberland where they've set up tables and fabric chairs *fabric chairs in a public place disqust me, imagine all the stuff that's clinging to each fiber).  anyways, i'm quasi enjoying my salad wishing it were french fries when out of nowhere comes this thunderous earth shattering fart from the ass of the man walking past me.  it was a beautiful little aromatic garnish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115559139738331707?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115559139738331707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115559139738331707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-which-im-bitten-and-farted-at.html' title='in which i&apos;m bitten and farted at'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115507173593264347</id><published>2006-08-08T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:15:36.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>self portrait challenge- enclosed spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/209628038/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/80/209628038_c2acca3079_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/209628038/"&gt;self portrait - enclosed spaces&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fantastic and relaxing long weekend that was.  escaped the madness of the city and went to my own personal resort....mom &amp; dad's.  lounged by the pool, did a little photo shoot with kate, drank, played with the dogs.  we had a great night on sunday night, it was gorgeous outside so damian, mom, dad, kate, kevin &amp; i sat on the lounge chairs under the stars illuminated by the glow of the pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday night we sold our condo (conditionally upon the status certificate which is standard proceedure) so we're quite happy to be able to leave dishes in the sink again and not have to make our bed every morning.  no more strangers wandering through our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i did it, i finally did it.  after many years and already letting it expire once, this 29 year old got her learners permit!  there's been no need for me to get my license since i've been living in the city for so long but now that we're moving to the country (end of september) i'm going to need it.  plus it's going to be great to not have to bring my passport to the bar for ID, not very pocket friendly that document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my company's summer party which should be fun, we're going on a  boat cruise and the theme is 'the love boat'.  should be good times, this company sure likes to party.  on thursday i was filmed (twice) for a little project they were working on to promote the party at our all staff meeting tomorrow morning.  along with a few other people who were also filmed, i plan on being embarassed to see my face blowing kisses to the camera on the big screen.  our all staff meetings are held at the &lt;a href="http://localsearch.toronto.com/sp?aff=4&amp;theaterId=6492" target="_blank"&gt; varsity theater&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115507173593264347?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115507173593264347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115507173593264347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/08/self-portrait-challenge-enclosed.html' title='self portrait challenge- enclosed spaces'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115469613214050829</id><published>2006-08-04T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:58:20.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which it's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70718587/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70718587_73cb8ddc41_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70718587/"&gt;pigeon island&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long weekend time, 4 days off and i'm feeling fantastic about that.  my company gives us an extra day every long weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work, turns out i accepted an offer of promotion at there and as of late september i will no longer be on reception.  it'll be nice to try  my hand at something else and not have to deal with dinks on the phone and the courier who's always drunk on fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something promising happening with the sale of our condo, and i'm doing something today, my day off, that i should have done long ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115469613214050829?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115469613214050829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115469613214050829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-which-its-about-time.html' title='in which it&apos;s about time'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115403489504127969</id><published>2006-07-27T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:14:55.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which one person (and $50) can make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/194703300/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/194703300_13cf952fc2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/194703300/"&gt;gerbera&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning started with the cats smashing a candle holder on a rug which splintered like crazy, tiny glass shards embedded in the loops and twirls of fibre.  without a vacuum i madly tried to get up as many bits as i could in case of any showings (nothing like a piece of glass in the foot to help talk someone into buying the place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i found myself behind a man and his boxer on the way to the subway.  the boxer wanted to do dog things like sniff the ground and look around at all the action around him, the man had other plans.  as he tugged violently on the very short leash the dog coward and would not move which only made the man pull harder.  i decided to follow behind him rather than take my usual route.  once the dog started moving everything seemed fine except that the dog did not look very happy and hung his head as he hesitantly walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a path in front of the man and his boxer came another man, he stared at the dog as he got closer.  upon his approach he dramatically fell off the sidewalk and into the flowers beside him as if her were afraid the dog was going to attack him, this sad, sweet, sullen dog.  as he passed me i heard him whisper under his breath "asshole".  now granted the guy did come across as an asshole to me but that was because of the way he was tugging his dog NOT because he had a "mean" looking dog that should be muzzled because it could be mistaken for a pit bull.  to me a boxer looks nothing like a pit bull but i guess if it's not the size of a poo or a lab it's potentially dangerous.  here ends my rant about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked across the park thinking "i hate people and the faster i get of the city, the better".  luckily all of that changed on the subway.  an older lady sat beside me and out of the corner of my eye i could see her watching me draw in my &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/eng/default.htm" target="_blank"&gt; book&lt;/a&gt;.  just before we got to her stop she asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady: "did you draw all of those?"  &lt;br /&gt;me: "i did"&lt;br /&gt;lady: "how very clever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she was gone.  it was so sweet, just that little moment.  then when i got to work i found out i had won an award at our town hall for my enthusiasm.  that fattened my wallet by $50, pretty sweet little moment right there too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115403489504127969?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115403489504127969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115403489504127969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-one-person-and-50-can-make.html' title='in which one person (and $50) can make a difference'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115392469876399558</id><published>2006-07-26T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:42:05.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which congratulations are in order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70717424/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70717424_fc0849776c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70717424/"&gt;fallshoot2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big gigantic skyscraping squishy love bubble congratulations to my little sister, kate, and her love of loves, kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY'RE ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115392469876399558?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115392469876399558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115392469876399558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-congratulations-are-in-order.html' title='in which congratulations are in order'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115386129257507098</id><published>2006-07-25T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:01:32.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i mix booze and pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134328039/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/134328039_c651893bcd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134328039/"&gt;pianobar1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for breakfast i had midol, for lunch i had red wine, when i got back to work.....i was loopy.  i like to think i did a pretty good job at hiding it but who can say for sure.  it's wearing off now but i have to admit my afternoon flew by in a wave of easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to point out a sad but great story in today's &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20060725.BEAR25/TPStory/Front" target="_blank"&gt; globe and mail&lt;/a&gt;.  this whole pit  bull ban pisses me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115386129257507098?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115386129257507098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115386129257507098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-i-mix-booze-and-pills.html' title='in which i mix booze and pills'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115377497125526221</id><published>2006-07-24T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:07:05.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which 2 flies sexing it up landed on my leg after i nearly stepped on 2 ladybugs shagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/197049251/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/58/197049251_127103cd4c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/197049251/"&gt;la toilette&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a horny insect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped out &lt;a href="http://www.allianceatlantis.com/" target="_blank"&gt;  alliance atlantis&lt;/a&gt; yesterday (client at work) by handing out rubber snakes and tattoos for the movie 'snakes on a plane'.  we were at the baseball game and man is baseball ever boring.  we were just hoping for outs, the more outs the faster the innings went by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of movies there's FINALLY a few i'm very anxious to see (in order of anxiousness). i'm not giving the titles though, you'll have to watch them to see what they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMYTwKASeRU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMYTwKASeRU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SpIK6eqop18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SpIK6eqop18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fkf-7Z3EdG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fkf-7Z3EdG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IP_Rjx4wVY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IP_Rjx4wVY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i've looked forward to a movie.  i love the turn-of-the-century period and magic so those first two better not fail me.  all four of those films seem like crack for the eyes (especially the second two).  getting reved up for the film fest in a couple months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115377497125526221?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115377497125526221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115377497125526221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-2-flies-sexing-it-up-landed.html' title='in which 2 flies sexing it up landed on my leg after i nearly stepped on 2 ladybugs shagging'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115342817806095549</id><published>2006-07-20T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:42:58.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i'm in a state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70711648/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/70711648_d2a808de08_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70711648/"&gt;hands&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finding a lot getting on my nerves lately.  why are people so angry and negative all the time?  why do they have to impart their anger, bitterness, and what have you onto others?  i never thought i'd want to leave the city, i love(d) the city.  it's getting more swollen by the day or so it feels) more crowds, more lines, more construction, more horns honking, more people yelling at each other, more congestion, more sewage smell, more violence, more more more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost it on a woman yesterday at work, i don't normally stand up for myself (which is the saddest thing in the world) but i guess she hit my boiling point, pressed that button that was just dying to be pressed.  she came to drop off an envelope which i couldn't accept due to the fact that it was addressed to a name that doesn not work here.  she was one of those bitter nasty people i mentioned above.  she took the tone of what i said in a negative way and commented with "that's all i needed to know, god.  for a receptionist you're not very cheerful".  now i have to say i BRING the cheer, i smile when in a bad mood, i don't treat people like crap, people ask how i can be so happy all the time (i don't tell them this but it's a mask, i just put on a fake face, easy peazy lemon squeezy).  anyways, i remarked back to her about how impolite she was and she wouldn't stop, she was picking a fight.  she even slagged me while i was on the phone with a client "oh now she's the nice receptionist".  when i got off i looked at her and said "listen, i take enough shit as it is and i don't need it from you too".  she mentioned something about me having to get the last word and just before "fuck right off ditch pig" came out i bit my tongue and changed it to "just get on the elevator and get out of my face".  not a shining moment for me, not very professional, alas i did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get into our house, into our little village, into the country.  now i just have to figure out a way to quit my corporate job and still afford the place.  the dream would be to work from home of course, working on art.  sigh.  life is so damn expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115342817806095549?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115342817806095549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115342817806095549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-im-in-state.html' title='in which i&apos;m in a state'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115289692899384439</id><published>2006-07-14T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:49:55.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which we minimize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70719296/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/70719296_d94ecd7dbc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70719296/"&gt;mexico&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fun filled weekend is going to be filled with fun filled packing.  we're not moving yet, far(ish) from it, our place isn't even on the market yet.  in fact we'll be taking apart furniture and packing up things that make the place appear smaller, this includes my mobile art unit, a fantastic drawered storage space on wheels.  so i guess if i want to do any painting i'll have to do it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna cute our shoebox up like nobody's business, it's going to look like a &lt;a href="http://www.torontoneighbourhoods.net/regions/northyork/97.html" target="_blank"&gt; bridle path&lt;/a&gt; mansion by the time we're through with it (a mansion furnished by ikea that is).  we need as much cash as we can legally ask for, we're going to have to furnish this new place and i want to at least have dining room chairs by christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so much that i want.  i want to go on vacation, not just take a week off and hang around the city (this is a thought for during the film fest).  i want to go back to england or even more amazing would be to visit my fam in australia.  i would need more than just a week for those 2 dreams, maybe just a week at a beach resort then, i could sit at the swim up bar and drink cocktails until i turn into a prune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115289692899384439?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115289692899384439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115289692899384439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-we-minimize.html' title='in which we minimize'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115265338911372674</id><published>2006-07-11T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:29:49.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which strangers will snoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181518409/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/181518409_933878bcd6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181518409/"&gt;cookstown 12&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ours!  they accepted the offer and now we have to put our shoebox up for sale.  anyone looking for a condo in the city?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115265338911372674?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115265338911372674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115265338911372674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-strangers-will-snoop.html' title='in which strangers will snoop'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115256754862550079</id><published>2006-07-10T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:39:08.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i'm closer to owning ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/186704314/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/186704314_46a4bf9d18_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/186704314/"&gt;ghost&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many attempts at trying to buy online and via phone i finally remembered how close i was to the box office.  so i headed across the street to purchase my package, technical difficulties, they were frozen.  no wonder i couldn't get online.  i had to go back to work empty handed and hope that they didn't sell out.  back i went at lunch, waited in a not too bad line-up (the nasty ones are still to come) with rained on soggy people and walked away a winner, a 30 ticket pass to this years &lt;a href="http://www.e.bell.ca/filmfest/2006/home/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt; film fest&lt;/a&gt;.  it's possible this might be my last fest, the prices keep going up and if this years hike is any indication of what the price will be like next year, ouch!  i'll have to see, if this years fest is kick ass and i have mucho fun...perhaps i will return.  i love the fest despite the long lines and film snobs, i love seeing films that i (sadly) may never get to see again.  the festival group is building a new complex with condos in it (surprise surprise, it's all toronto is now...cranes and dust, power tools and road closures) and i think that's why the prices are going up, i'm not positive but it's a theory.  if that is the case i won't go next year on principle alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we put an offer on the (maybe haunted) house, they counter offered, we accepted but changed the closing date, now we're waiting to hear if they've accepted that.  we should know by tonight if a deposit will be exchanged and a home inspection arranged and if all goes well we will be HOME owners.  it's all a bit scary really, we've done nothing but own the places we've lived in but those were condos, a house is different.  we'll have property to maintain, we'll need to buy a lawnmower and shovels, furniture to fill more than one room, we'll have to fix our own plumbing and electrical.  not to mention we'll be moving to a village, from a population of 2,481,494 (plus) to a population of 1400, from a newly built condominium to a farm house built in 1865.  we might be crazy but moving there might in fact make me more sane.  i'll paint more and i'm happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my banner and "about me" photo vanished when kate and i decided to get rid of our sibling rivalry account, they'll be back soon so ignore the blank space with the lonely "x"in it*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115256754862550079?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115256754862550079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115256754862550079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-im-closer-to-owning-ghosts.html' title='in which i&apos;m closer to owning ghosts'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115221928038395927</id><published>2006-07-06T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:54:40.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which we peek a second time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181518410/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/181518410_cef60fab78_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181518410/"&gt;cookstown 10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to visit &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/sets/72157594187055040/" target="_blank"&gt; the house&lt;/a&gt; again last night and brought our super fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.heatherhartthomes.com/" target="_blank"&gt; real estate goddess&lt;/a&gt; with us.  we also brought a few more sets of eyes (&lt;a href="http://cityofneonandchrome.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; daren&lt;/a&gt;, damian's step-mom and his dad who showed up later).  my dad was supposed to come too but couldn't make it so he went on his own during the day to inspect the stuff we know nothing about....pipes, wiring, foundation, etc.  with a house that's 100 + years old we want to make sure it's not going to fall into the ground as we sleep one night.  i took more pics, this time of the upstairs and the haunted basement (which i forgot last time).  if you have any interest in seeing them they're &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/sets/72157594187055040/" target="_blank"&gt; with the other ones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my bank card and it's driving me nuts, no access to money except through damian who's kind of like my sugar daddy right now.  i feel like i'm on an allowance.  at least it keeps me from buying junk food when i hit that 3:00 munchie wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115221928038395927?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115221928038395927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115221928038395927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-we-peek-second-time.html' title='in which we peek a second time'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115204424538595343</id><published>2006-07-04T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:29:23.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i think small town thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181522853/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/181522853_83ab708347_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/181522853/"&gt;cookstown 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a gorgeous long weekend, a bit of (heavy) rain on saturday night as we sat under a tent in the world cafe at harbourfront, but otherwise gorgeous.  actually, it was hot as hell and i have the burn to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were up early on saturday morning to make the drive to &lt;a href="http://www.cookstown.ca" target="_blank"&gt; cookstown&lt;/a&gt; for a 10:00am house viewing.  turned out we really liked the house, it was pretty much everything we're looking for.  it has a workshop (for damian's tools), 3 bedrooms (one of which would become my studio), 2 bathrooms (one with a clawfoot tub), it's old (built in 1865) so it has character, and it's not in the city.  it is however on highway 89 which could prove to be annoying, though it can't be as loud as what we're used to living downtown.  the front of the house (pictured above) faces the highway but "our" driveway and the door we will use most frequently is on a little dirt road.  i guess we'll never know the extent of the loudness until we live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basement, which isn't really meant for anything but the furnace etc. (and storage) is scary.  it's all rock foundation and low ceilings, dank and musty, perfect setting for a ghost or two.  i've convinced myself that the owners are motivated to sell due to the severity of the haunting.  see more photos of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/sets/72157594187055040/" target=_"blank"&gt; the house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115204424538595343?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115204424538595343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115204424538595343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-which-i-think-small-town-thoughts.html' title='in which i think small town thoughts'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115135092415635200</id><published>2006-06-26T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:42:04.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which my head is 4 times its regualr size</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/175657102/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/175657102_fe17ed9ba9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/175657102/"&gt;snot&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick, a summer cold has me pinned to the couch with my attention on the t.v.  damian &amp; i don't have cable, we have 6 channels (one of which is a t.v. guide), so it's movie after movie.  this is fine by me as there are no commercials to interupt the flow of the story or make me crave things i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my neck was getting a bit stiff and i thought i'd stuff some kleenex corks up my nose and check out what's going on on the internet......not much really, my head feels too heavy to think or stay focused on anything for too long.  therefore, this post ends.  happy day to all you healthy people, my nose is burning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115135092415635200?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115135092415635200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115135092415635200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-which-my-head-is-4-times-its.html' title='in which my head is 4 times its regualr size'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115083425155825166</id><published>2006-06-20T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:18:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i purr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/171241238/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/171241238_4cb86accbd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/171241238/"&gt;fridge poe, again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often when the alarm wakes me up in the morning and i lie there while the cats have their morning play on the bed, i wish i had it that easy.  wake up whenever i want, terrorize the house but only be in trouble for breaking something for a short while because who can stay mad at such an adorable face, have a nap on the clean laundry pile, sit on the fridge and keep an eye on everything from above, meow when i need attention (and get what i meowed for).  no blow drying of the hair so i look decent to the general public, no wondering what to wear, no dealing with rush hour, no going to work for 8 hours and only having 4 1/2 to 5 hours to do the things you have to do (like enjoy life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*le sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115083425155825166?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115083425155825166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115083425155825166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-which-i-purr.html' title='in which i purr'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-115049008272539440</id><published>2006-06-16T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:34:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i return (to the sounds of Goldfrapp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/166415812/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/166415812_832eafd602_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/166415812/"&gt;bloom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know, it's been forever.  i've been super busy at work and when i come home i don't even want to see a computer.  on monday i go back to the job i was hired for, reception hell, and it is going to be harder than a 13 year old boy watching 9 1/2 weeks.  i got used to all the running around, the pee freedom (which means going whenever i needed to without having to tell someone), the wearing of jeans on friday....but that is all gone now.  come monday i am stuck at a desk, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's been going on?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ currently enjoying the summer weather (when it's here on weekends which is rare).  damian, &lt;a href="http://www.cityofneonandchrome.blogspot.com/" target=_blank"&gt; daren&lt;/a&gt;, and i spent the day on the island a couple weeks back (when it was a scorcher of a saturday) riding bikes and rollerblading.  not being used to nice weather i failed to put sunscreen on, it completely skipped my mind and i'm usually very good with the "screen".  my nose was burned to a crisp, so red i lit up dark rooms, my arms got very burned as well (especially my hands where they were grasping handle bars).  while on the island we saw a perve jerking off while spying on people through the brush at Hanlan's (clothing optional beach), fun times. * above photo from the island 'big burn' day *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/" target="_blank"&gt; natalie portman&lt;/a&gt; at the movies the other week (just as cute as you'd imagine she is in real life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i volunteered at work (and recruited kate and &lt;a href="http://www.cityofneonandchrome.blogspot.com/" target=_blank"&gt; daren&lt;/a&gt; as well) to be "smart asses" at a benefit one of our clients, &lt;a href=" http://www.ccsif.ca/" target="_blank"&gt; CCSIF&lt;/a&gt; was having.  the 3 of us, along with 14 of my co-workers, stood out front of the venue in boxer shorts (white and VERY see-through...knickers were worn underneath to be safe, no one needs to see the silhouette of bum crack) and tees.  each of us had one word on our rear ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE-IN-SEVENTEEN-CANADIANS-WILL-BE-DIAGNOSED-WITH-COLON-CANCER-IN-THEIR-LIFETIME-BE-SMART-GET-SCREENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was "one", kate was "be", and daren was "in".  it was a great night for a great cause, nothing like standing along the lakeshore in your undies for all passing cars and tour buses to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really not too much going on except for being busy.  right now it looks like it's summer snowing outside.  there's so much fluff floating around, dandelion fuzz everywhere, it looks like flurries.  the cats like to watch it breeze pass the window.  my parents opened their pool a couple weeks ago and i think we might have to take them up on their offer of a swim toomorrow, she's gonna be a hot one (in the 40's (celcius) with the humidity).  i love lazing in their background oasis in the summer with the always stocked giant cooler resting on the deck.  nothing like a  poolside cocktail with a splash of chlorine in it from the cannonball competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of booze, try the pomtini coolers at the liquor store...delish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-115049008272539440?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115049008272539440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/115049008272539440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-which-i-return-to-sounds-of.html' title='in which i return (to the sounds of Goldfrapp)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114772486431988786</id><published>2006-05-15T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:27:44.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/97717204/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/97717204_5c7ffad6e6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/97717204/"&gt;split&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, 'This is the real me,' and when you have found that attitude, follow it.&lt;br /&gt;--  James Truslow Adams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114772486431988786?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114772486431988786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114772486431988786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-which-i-quote.html' title='in which i quote'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114738074548970313</id><published>2006-05-11T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:52:25.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i go beyond the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/143207156/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/143207156_8d0c51227e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/143207156/"&gt;IMG_2016&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been super busy for the past while plus i haven't had a home computer, it made bad noises then died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to restore it to it's old self but it just wouldn't have any part in that, the thing was about 5 years old and i suppose its time was up.  we splurged and bought one of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/imac/" target="_blank"&gt; these&lt;/a&gt;.  see me &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/142430118/" target="_blank"&gt; loving it up&lt;/a&gt;.  we've always been PC people and it's taking some time learning the new toy.  i haven't had much time to play yet as i've been mad crazy busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have been moved off of reception and inside the office (for 1 1/2 - 2 months anyway) to help out a girl who is currently swamped.  i'm not used to the freedom, the freedom to pee when i want (and not have to call someone first to watch the phones), the freedom to get up and get a snack, the freedom to walk around....*i like it*.  on the other hand, as i said, i'm mad crazy busy!  the other day was a long one baby, 8-6:30 with no breaks, not even lunch (okay, i did eat a bagel that was left over from a morning meeting, it was a little on the hard side but the cream cheese softened 'er up a bit).  the advertising world is a busy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*superhero darren pictured above.  taken at kate's ultimate frisbee game the other night...the sky was an incredible glow*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114738074548970313?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114738074548970313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114738074548970313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-which-i-go-beyond-door.html' title='in which i go beyond the door'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114625739261471130</id><published>2006-04-28T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:00:32.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which the lemmings wear belts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/136547745/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/136547745_e2c20e622e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/136547745/"&gt;leroy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many frustrating attempts to find some new clothes for work (and a dress for a party last night) i have come to the realization that i should just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every store i have set foot in has the exact same clothing in it that i saw in 4 other stores, and each with a belt to jazz it up.  i really don't want a belt on my dress, a belt around my waist (aside from pants 'cause generally that's more on my hips) creates the illusion of a race between my boobs to see which one can cross over said belt first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next area of concern would have to be the footless tights under skirts, the look i wore in the late 80's early 90's while flipping through my Teen Beat mag, dreaming of &lt;a href="http://www.legacyrecordings.com/nkotb/" target="_blank"&gt; jordan knight&lt;/a&gt; asking me to marry him.  or how about the long, just a whisper from the knee, tube-like shorts?  i also wore those back in the Teen Beat days only i painted all over them with awesome neon and puff paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder if some fashion fads are created just to see how much like sheep, like lemmings we all are.  they dress a celebrity or 2 up in a ridiculous outfit, it catches on, every store starts carrying it (or versions of it), and the fashion world sits in the wings laughing all the way to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my little rant, to each his own.  i really need some new clothes for work but the variety is seriously lacking out there and i can't afford couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leroy: made by kate*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114625739261471130?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114625739261471130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114625739261471130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-which-lemmings-wear-belts.html' title='in which the lemmings wear belts'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114609720117924818</id><published>2006-04-26T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:20:01.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134304875/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/134304875_48234df8b4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/134304875/"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the most amazing bed i have ever slept in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to philly set located &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/sets/72057594116081413/" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114609720117924818?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114609720117924818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114609720117924818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-which-i-photograph.html' title='in which i photograph'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114487685902723616</id><published>2006-04-12T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:25:05.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i need repose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/125715500/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/125715500_06b40ae1f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/125715500/"&gt;afterbeer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm finally getting away from the familiar, 4 days off and i'm hitting the road with them.  damian and i decided last week to take a mini road trip to philadelphia since this might be the only vacation time we get together for the next while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went a couple years ago for a hockey game and loved the city, being a huge Rocky fan he would though wouldn't he?  he said me and my camera would love the architecture so that's where we're heading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get away from the city, sure we're just going straight into another city but it'll be a different atmosphere, somewhere i've never been.  i certainly didn't want to waste my long weekend away stuck inside bored OR roaming the same tired streets of toronto i always roam.  i've just been feeling very stale lately, and exhausted....my god, i have no energy.  i'm hoping this tiny getaway will help re-charge my batteries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just say i'm a little bit concerned that &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000E8CQKU/ref=pd_sbs_a_4/103-8585109-6745456?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;n=1036592" target="_blank"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; look is making its comeback?  i wore that outfit to an &lt;a href="http://www.nkotbmansion.com/" target="_blank"&gt; NKOTB&lt;/a&gt; concert...my legs were THAT skinny too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114487685902723616?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114487685902723616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114487685902723616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-which-i-need-repose.html' title='in which i need repose'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114358436648249972</id><published>2006-03-28T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:19:26.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which the classics are re-born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/116147957/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/116147957_928efbfccd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/116147957/"&gt;imogen (side)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate informed me that 'welcome back kotter' is being turned into a film (no big surprise there really) and that the role of mr. kotter will be played by no other than, should be oscar winner, ice cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in honour of that ground breaking news, we took it upon ourselves to cast a few classic films we are sure will fall into remake territory in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Gone With the wind' starring - Jessica Alba &amp; Justin Timberlake (the screen will surely sizzle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Casablanca' starring - Snoop Dog &amp; Paris Hilton (park that shit where it's hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'The Breakfast Club' starring - The Backstreet Boys (no need for actresses for the female roles, these guys can handle it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 'A Streetcar Named Desire' starring - Clay Aiken &amp; Keira Knightly (STELLA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 'The Ten Commandments' starring - JLO, as Moses (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' starring - Keanu Reeves, Ashley Olsen, and Carrot Top as Boo Radley (Ashley might be a little old for the role but she's good for the "tween" draw at the box office.  they can tape her boobs down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 'Chinatown' starring - 50 Cent (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' starring - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon to a theater near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. painting above is available at &lt;a href="http://www.wonderlust.etsy.com" target="_blank"&gt; wonderlust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114358436648249972?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114358436648249972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114358436648249972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-classics-are-re-born.html' title='in which the classics are re-born'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114246156795374343</id><published>2006-03-15T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:28:34.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i have performance anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/112210843/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/112210843_7aa0f6cb77_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/112210843/"&gt;birthday canvas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is, the truth.  i can not pee if there is someone else in the washroom.  there, i've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this only happens in public washrooms as i tend not to have people milling about in there with me while at home.  am i alone in this?  i don't understand.  i could be doing a killer pee dance, dying to go, but as soon as someone else walks in (or if someone else is in there first)...nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. not too sure i like kiwi anymore.  i just bit into a slice and really found myself hating the crunch of the wee seeds, kiwi bones.  i think i need a vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114246156795374343?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114246156795374343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114246156795374343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-i-have-performance-anxiety.html' title='in which i have performance anxiety'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114194339933356456</id><published>2006-03-09T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:29:59.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i dream of paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/110120944/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/110120944_9ca8da0eb2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/110120944/"&gt;rockin' it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click photo for explanation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my peaceful slumber was invaded by a horrific, very real feeling dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up (as i do in real life) and climbed out of bed to get ready for work.  i went into the living room and found paris hilton just waking up from a comfy snooze on my couch.  she sauntered past me, all paris hilton like, and jumped in the shower.  i ran after her and screamed "what the fuck girl, some of us have to work you know!"  i was furious, i stormed over to damian who was still sleeping and whispered loudly "what the shit is paris hilton doing here damian?' to which he replied "she needed a place to stay, it was raining out".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if it couldn't get more annoying, she ended up joing a group of us in a bubble bath hot tub party and didn't bring drinks.  bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114194339933356456?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114194339933356456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114194339933356456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-i-dream-of-paris.html' title='in which i dream of paris'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114185645449423256</id><published>2006-03-08T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:20:54.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i question my sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/109475490/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/109475490_a495f5b816_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/109475490/"&gt;weaknesses&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minding my own business, working away, i look up from my desk as i hear the "ding" of the elevator chime.  someone gets off.  i look down again.  something catches the corner of my eye, so i look up again just as the elevator doors are sliding shut.  i see a panda bear looking at me.  the doors close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i've opened up a wee store over at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com" target="_blank"&gt; etsy&lt;/a&gt; until kate &amp; i get &lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca" target="_blank"&gt; our store&lt;/a&gt; up and running again (in a month or so).  so my wee store will have art and jewellery for sale, so stop on by &lt;a href="http://www.wonderlust.etsy.com" target="_blank"&gt; wonderlust&lt;/a&gt; and have a boo.  *piece in photo above, sold*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114185645449423256?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114185645449423256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114185645449423256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-i-question-my-sanity.html' title='in which i question my sanity'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114141944138662040</id><published>2006-03-03T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:01:08.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which it was my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/107162030/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/107162030_74d2eec0bc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/107162030/"&gt;birthday dessert&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my birthday (29) and it was also bon jovi's birthday.  i ate the above pictured raspberry dessert and drank australian wine.  i do not know what bon jovi did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was elbowed in the tit this morning.  the stop i get off at is a very busy one, a connector stop, so smashing into people is an easy thing to do.  this woman was walking with force, with conviction, through the station and smashed into the guy in front of me twirling him slightly to the left.  he looked back at her as if to say "what's the deal bitch?"  then she decided to fix the hood on her baby poo green coat and in what seemed like slow motion, her elbows came up into the air just as i was walking by...SMASH!  an elbow to the boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instinctively i yelled "ow, fuck!" as i looked back...she kept walking, not one glance.  of course everyone else was looking at the freak girl swearing her head off at 8:20 in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114141944138662040?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114141944138662040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114141944138662040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-which-it-was-my-birthday.html' title='in which it was my birthday'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114107133654054946</id><published>2006-02-27T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:28:04.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i think out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70718585/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70718585_91dcc28dab_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70718585/"&gt;sparklers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was eating a bagel from tim horton's this morning and found a hair on it.  what's the deal with hair being in my food?  this one was worse than the krispie square one though, it had a split end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel off today.  i feel like maybe my life doesn't have balance in it.  i don't like feeling like this.  i want to go home.  i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cats woke us up around 2:30 this morning by knocking things over while chasing each other around the apartment.  the littlest one, Poe, took a chunk out of damian's hand when he tried to pick her up (she was scared from the noise, she's not a man-eater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a good cry in a while, maybe that's it. or maybe it's the february blahs combined with a monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hair in my shirt (my own hair...i hope) and it's tickling my boob.  i can't get it out because i'm at reception and no one needs a gander at my ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 29 on thursday.  i'm toggling between doing nothing and gathering up a few people and heading out to some loungy bar somewhere.  either friday or saturday but kate &amp; kevin wouldn't be able to come on saturday.  maybe i'll throw caution to the wind and do it on thursday, my actual day, and not worry if i'm slightly hung at work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, maybe &lt;a href="http://www.cestwhat.com/" target="_blank"&gt; c'est what?&lt;/a&gt; for a loungy round of drinks on my b-day.  sit by the fire on the couches and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nacholibre.com/" target="_blank"&gt; this movie&lt;/a&gt; looks pee pants funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should buy flowers on the way home.  i can already see them knocked over by the kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work on the collage idea tonight or the jewellery idea?  jewellery i think, don't feel like cleaning kitty paint paw prints off the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=amanda+devuono" target="_blank"&gt; johari me&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting my eyebrows done tonight, probably a great time to do it since i feel so numb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114107133654054946?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114107133654054946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114107133654054946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-i-think-out-loud.html' title='in which i think out loud'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114089655931436213</id><published>2006-02-25T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:42:39.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which my nose tumbles down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/104271676/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/104271676_d74c010336_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/104271676/"&gt;abigail&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;am i getting a cold?  is it allergies?  whatever it is it's causing my nose to be raw with a constant drip.  i look rather beautiful right now as i type this with kleenex corks jammed up each nostril...prrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Couple of Things I......&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;want to eat/drink&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;~ a pint of raspberries&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://choitime.com/" target="_blank"&gt; this beautiful tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ a cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;want to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/devilanddaniel/" target= "_blank"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; documentary&lt;br /&gt;~ leaves, green ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114089655931436213?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114089655931436213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114089655931436213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-my-nose-tumbles-down_25.html' title='in which my nose tumbles down'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114074538954654066</id><published>2006-02-23T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:43:09.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i eat a strangers hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/102348534/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/102348534_bb1e8a0bed_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/102348534/"&gt;time limit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, sitting at my desk snacking on a rice krispie square from starbucks, commenting to myself on how oily it was leaving my fingers.  upon my next bite i felt something odd in my mouth, something tugging at my tongue, wrapping around it.  i knew what it was in an instant and spit the piece out.  a hair, mixed right in there all comfy cozy with the marshmallow and crisps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above piece was featured in a gallery at work the other day along with another piece of mine...weee, hoorah, my first exhibit! ha ha*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114074538954654066?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114074538954654066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114074538954654066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-i-eat-strangers-hair.html' title='in which i eat a strangers hair'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114047366748807918</id><published>2006-02-20T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:14:30.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i set adrift on memory bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/99483877/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/99483877_08d767654c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/99483877/"&gt;IMG_0672&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was over at my parents house this weekend madly looking for my portfolio, which was put away somewhere during their big renovation, and i came across a box filled to the tits with old tapes.  we're talking 'candi and the backbeat', 'debbie gibson' ("...electric youth!  It’s true you can’t fight it live by it the next generation...it’s electric", powerful lyrics man.), 'vanilla ice', 'roxette', cassette singles of 'tommy page', 'm.c. hammer', 'glenn medeiros' (i know, who?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also came across some rather boss mixes i made, unfortunately the best one was tapeless...only the case remained.  this one had such songs as 'informer' by Snow (i can't believe i just admitted that), 'people everyday' by arrested development, 'rump shaker' (i don't think it was the Wreckx-N-Effect one though, some other song with the same name), and many more that i can't remember but am positive are just as timeless and classic as the others they shared tape with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, on a p.s. note, while i was at the folks AMAZINGLY reno'd house (pics coming soon, possibly later tonight), kate and i sat down at the computer (we were looking for any of my photography that might be on there as i couldn't find my portfolio anywhere...grrr) and re-did this here site.  thanks so much kate for making it look wonderlicious, you're the best!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114047366748807918?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114047366748807918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114047366748807918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-i-set-adrift-on-memory-bliss.html' title='in which i set adrift on memory bliss'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114020569538560661</id><published>2006-02-17T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:48:15.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i drink a candle and imagine grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/100646085/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/100646085_9454f21416_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/100646085/"&gt;clrfresco&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never fails, i stray from the usual and make a cup of fruity flavoured tea (in this case 'passion' tea from starbucks) and it tastes like i'm drinking melted fruit scented candle wax...or what i imagine melted fruit scented candle wax would taste like as i haven't actually had the pleasure of drinking it(or eating it, whatever).  lesson learned: stick to the frigin green tea amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridays, how i adore them so.  it's supposed to be a cold weekend and i was looking forward to hitting the outdoors with camera in hand.  the winter blahs are settling in and i long for days of dry pavement, non winter boot footwear, cool breezes (not cold breezes), sweaters (or sassy light leather jackets that scream "grrr i'm sexy") instead of parkas, hair blowing in the wind rather than trapped under a hat, that wet earthy smell that fortells grass....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114020569538560661?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114020569538560661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114020569538560661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-i-drink-candle-and-imagine.html' title='in which i drink a candle and imagine grass'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-114004260510123072</id><published>2006-02-15T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:30:05.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which things turned out differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/99920622/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/99920622_ee4b6cb500_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/99920622/"&gt;victoria sunshine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't end up at yoga last night, damian's friend kevin came over and we watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0209144/" taregt="_blank"&gt; 'memento'&lt;/a&gt; instead.  actually, i painted while they watched.  i've seen that movie so many times i don't have to pay attention to follow what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more time.  when i get home (6-ish) i should head upstairs to do some cardio etc. yet the motivation just isn't there, i'd rather paint.  i haven't even been eating properly, i just hit the art stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-114004260510123072?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114004260510123072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/114004260510123072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-things-turned-out-differently.html' title='in which things turned out differently'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113995484237662802</id><published>2006-02-14T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:17:23.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which we love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70711652/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70711652_02886e8f0d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70711652/"&gt;fingerpaint&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy v-day everyone!  i hope you all indulge in expensive chocolates and roll around naked on $40 rose petals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, i'll be going to yoga with my lover and together we will twist and stretch and sweat in all sorts of directions and feel really good about ourselves for doing something healthy.  then we will most likely get something unhealthy to eat for dinner (the Hero burgers across from the yoga studio always tempt him) and curl up in front of a movie.  maybe we'll have wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read an article in the paper today about a couple who celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary yesterday.  she said the sweetest thing about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"he's my hero, my antidote for everything.  i mean look at him.  who would want anything  more?  he's straight and well muscled.  but i'd love him if he looked like a tramp.  he's just my man."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's more adorable than a basket of kittens.....it comes close anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113995484237662802?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113995484237662802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113995484237662802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-which-we-love.html' title='in which we love'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113874479114410906</id><published>2006-01-31T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:59:51.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which he remains a soprano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72453023/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72453023_dde1efc2f4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72453023/"&gt;closeup&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor little beastie is going under the knife today to have his personals removed.  i feel so mean but if we don't do it we'll have to deal with his royal horny-ness spraying all over the apartment (not a pretty image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damian is actually picking him up at 4:30 so as i type this the ordeal has already ended, by now he is officially a unich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesn't change his lovable attitude, i hope he doesn't turn into a grumpy old bitter cat who sits on the couch and gives cut-eye to anyone who dares to look in his general direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113874479114410906?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113874479114410906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113874479114410906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-he-remains-soprano.html' title='in which he remains a soprano'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113865732051679485</id><published>2006-01-30T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:42:00.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i listen to the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/86444346/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/86444346_ddd2d5320a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/86444346/"&gt;paris&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's thought in the horoscope section of the paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today is Day 2 of the new moon phase, so make a note in your diary about your ideas, conversations and plans. Watch them take root through the new moon, first quarter, full moon and last quarter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit i believe in horoscopes, especially when they're good!  if it says "pisces: you will have the worst day of your life when an anvil smishes your baby toe" then i tend to just pass it off as fluff.  if however it were to say "pisces: glorious things await you.  an unexpected visitor brings good news of riches" then hey, i'm all over it waiting for that stranger to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the thought of the day.  i believe in this, writing things (dreams, goals, etc.) down to make them happen.  it has worked for me in the past and for some reason i've only ever done it that once.  today's thought has inspired me to do it again...in my sketchbook/journal (so i can make it arty, therefore making it that much more powerful....hopefully!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113865732051679485?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113865732051679485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113865732051679485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-listen-to-stars.html' title='in which i listen to the stars'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113858178368958901</id><published>2006-01-29T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:43:03.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which my boobs reject calvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/92312165/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/92312165_f3c3b29747_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/92312165/"&gt;after yoga&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Klein,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I went shopping for work clothes and the bras to go underneath them.  I am not a fan of bra shopping, it's just not fun and the cutest ones are always for the girls who could quite comfortably go sans bra.  Anyway, I am straying from my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on one of your "perfect fit" bras and let me tell you, it was not the perfect fit sir.  I suppose the potential was there but in all honesty, us girls don't need our boobies to be encased in what would appear to be a bullet proof foam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to be fair I did end up buying another one of your bras with no foam what-so-ever (a rare find) and it's quite lovely.  If you could please spread the word to any bra makers you know, less foam!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you kindly,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113858178368958901?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113858178368958901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113858178368958901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-my-boobs-reject-calvin.html' title='in which my boobs reject calvin'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113840118780697606</id><published>2006-01-27T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:33:07.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which my toes scream uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/91615641/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/91615641_ec52dd8856_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/91615641/"&gt;la&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are not used to these blasted high heels! they're begging to be slid into their familiar resting place which is located in my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me pose this question unto you, &lt;br /&gt;why is it so difficult to find a nice pair of chocolate brown shoes?  seriously, i've been to way too many shoe stores in the past week or so and i hate shoe shopping more than i hate onions...no wait, there's no way that can be true.  anyway, everything brown i've seen is like a poo shade (and not a healthy balanced diet full of fibre poo shade either, i think i could deal with that shade if chocolate is not available).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113840118780697606?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113840118780697606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113840118780697606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-my-toes-scream-uncle.html' title='in which my toes scream uncle'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113810845730910086</id><published>2006-01-24T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:14:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i finish my first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/90447723/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/90447723_7d21dc6d2b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/90447723/"&gt;awwww&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walked out of the elevator after my first day at the new job, i looked across the lobby and saw damian sitting on a bench.  it was the sweetest thing, in his hand were 2 roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to end my day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113810845730910086?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113810845730910086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113810845730910086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-finish-my-first-day.html' title='in which i finish my first day'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113780194217708133</id><published>2006-01-20T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:17:03.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which geddy and i are beautified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/89071504/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/89071504_6e147cfaa6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/89071503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/16/89071503_27d94b149b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it, i went and got myself a job.  on monday i will be entering the 9-5 world...wait, actually, it's 9:30-5:30 so it's a completely different world.  finally i will NOT have a long streetcar/subway/bus commute, instead i have a quick zip up a few stations on the subway and i'm there.  i'll be doing what i always do, reception work, but this time i think the company will be a lot of fun (i hope it will anyway).  i am now employed by an advertising agency.  as i was doing the above mentioned "zip" on the subway towards my second interview i decided to write down thoughts that were going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thoughts on the subway&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* that lady has mcdonald's, i could go for an egg mcmuffin&lt;br /&gt;* this drink tastes hideous with the remnants of toothpaste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;* starting to get more nervous. 4 stops to go&lt;br /&gt;* i should pick up damian's pants at harry rosen&lt;br /&gt;* the lady beside me (not the mcd's lady) should learn to chew with her mouth closed.  i'm seriously getting repulsed my the chewy, smacking, saliva sound&lt;br /&gt;* i hope i don't fart in the interview&lt;br /&gt;* i hope these shoes aren't to casual&lt;br /&gt;* 2 more stops....butterflies are swarming&lt;br /&gt;* CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;* i think i might need to buy makeup, i don't wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;* next stop is mine.   i'm pretty early&lt;br /&gt;* (upon seeing a movie poster) mmmmm, harrison ford.  i love han solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;in the interview (waiting for next person to see me)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i think this job is mine and i'm getting scared.  what if i screw up? what if they hate me?  what if it's all too much, too big?&lt;br /&gt;* relax, it's a reception position and they'll love you like you love han solo.&lt;br /&gt;* i'm going shopping after this if i get the gig.  WORK CLOTHES....gotta look snazzy&lt;br /&gt;* one more person to meet&lt;br /&gt;* hope they tell me if it's mine today because i have an interview at &lt;a href="http://www.allianceatlantis.com/" target="_blank"&gt; alliance atlantis&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  if i can skip the whole interview process then i'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;* i'm getting hungry&lt;br /&gt;* yoga on tuesday has made me stiffer than a 13 year old boy watching Porky's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;back on the subway&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i liked that last guy, he was funny&lt;br /&gt;* they'll let me know today for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those are the rambles of me, how riveting.  oh yeah, i went and got my &lt;a href="http://www.johnsteinberghair.com/h/index.html" target="_blank"&gt; hair all chopped&lt;/a&gt; for the new job and 2 chairs over from me was hard rockin' bassist &lt;a href="http://www.rush.com/php/set_flash.php?flash=1" target="_blank"&gt; geddy lee&lt;/a&gt;.  he was getting highlights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113780194217708133?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113780194217708133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113780194217708133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-geddy-and-i-are-beautified.html' title='in which geddy and i are beautified'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113752974282824323</id><published>2006-01-17T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:29:02.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>self portrait tuesday - personal history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/87917202/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/87917202_423f3507b5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/87917202/"&gt;self portrait tuesday - personal history&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and say it to my face, i will totally take you down in my strawberry shortcake tee.  grrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113752974282824323?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113752974282824323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113752974282824323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-portrait-tuesday-personal-history.html' title='self portrait tuesday - personal history'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113751753130862106</id><published>2006-01-17T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:05:31.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/87834288/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/87834288_275c94172d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/87834288/"&gt;redpaint&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrary to popular belief, painting behind a toilet is NOT fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting a bachelor apartment with a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/87834286/"&gt; kitten on the premises&lt;/a&gt; is not an easy task.  there's nowhere to put him so he won't get paint all over him.  currently he has red whiskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight damian and i are heading to yoga with daren and matthew.  i haven't been to yoga in ages, i'm going to be a sad site as i try to bend over to get near my toes.  i'm looking forward to hurting tomorrow and the next day and however long my muscles decide to take to get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113751753130862106?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113751753130862106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113751753130862106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-rouge.html' title='in which i rouge'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113725905805877083</id><published>2006-01-14T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:17:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which a plastic bag creates a superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/86443605/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/86443605_13920729c8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/86443605/"&gt;superhero&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever there is injustice, he will be there.  whenever there is tyranny in the world, he will be there.  wherever a shiny object casts a reflection he will sure as shit be THERE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113725905805877083?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113725905805877083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113725905805877083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-plastic-bag-creates-superhero.html' title='in which a plastic bag creates a superhero'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113711159540074487</id><published>2006-01-12T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:50:48.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i am humped by a female dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85793034/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/6/85793034_4225a6510a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85793034/"&gt;berries&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damian got word today that he nailed a job interview he went to a couple weeks ago, he starts monday.  so i put aside the paints and we went for a drive to look at houses OUT of the city.  we had a few in mind that we had seen on the MLS website so we printed the maps and headed out into the spring-like weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop was Bolton where we found a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85789523/" &gt; glorious house&lt;/a&gt; i fell in love with.  it was right beside the one that was for sale, the one we made the trip for.  unfortunately the glorious one was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; for sale.  we decided to visit a friend of damian's who lives in Bolton in a bloody &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85791922/"&gt; mansion&lt;/a&gt;.  his wife dogsits on the side and a wee curly black dog named "molly" was currently in residence.  molly took a liking to me, she followed me around everywhere and if i stopped petting her for even a second she would climb up my leg and hump it.  yes, SHE would hump it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told she did this to get attention, she's a sucky dog who likes to be held.  i picked her up and ended up carrying her around as we toured the house.  i know i didn't need to but i'm a sucker for animals and i spoil the shit out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the houses.  we picked up a real estate brochure and flipped through it when we got home....that's when we found it.  staring back at us was it, the dream, the ultimate, the too far away we just can't do it so i'm going to cry myself to sleep tonight house. the master bedroom has a fireplace and an open turret for crying out loud, it's even in our price range.  it would be a 2 hour commute for damian to work and there's no way he wants to do that (which i understand).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i let someone else buy &lt;a href="http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?PropertyID=3994838"&gt; my house&lt;/a&gt;?????  sure, i haven't seen the inside in person but i have seen interior shots on the realtors site (can't link to it directly though so i "borrowed" a couple images):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/materbdrm.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/materbdrm.html','popup','width=325,height=461,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;master bedroom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/staircase.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/staircase.html','popup','width=325,height=467,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;staircase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little on the dark side but that can be changed with a coat of paint and the removal of the current owners stuff.  why the hell am i so excited about it?  it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i weep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113711159540074487?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113711159540074487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113711159540074487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-am-humped-by-female-dog.html' title='in which i am humped by a female dog'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113704467964795111</id><published>2006-01-12T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:44:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which curiosity didn't kill the cat but could give him the runs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85512369/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/85512369_88b6a45be6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/85512369/"&gt;facepaint&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing in paint all day and managed to finish a piece for kate (you'll be getting it next time i see you dearest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toulouse drinks my paint water.  even though his very own water bowl sits no more than 3-5 feet away, he chooses mine.  i really don't mind as long as it's fresh and there's no paint wash in it.  hard to keep him out of it really, he's EXTREMELY curious and cares not about getting damp in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, i swear i had something to write about but as soon as my fingers dusted the keys.....all thoughts vanished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113704467964795111?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113704467964795111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113704467964795111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-curiosity-didnt-kill-cat-but.html' title='in which curiosity didn&apos;t kill the cat but could give him the runs'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113691272990012320</id><published>2006-01-10T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:05:29.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i say ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/84863115/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/84863115_de7fb57f6b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/84863115/"&gt;matimix&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i decided not to take that second inhale whilst passing by the row of sticky garbage cans on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i just got back from a "kinda" interview at a placement agency.  i'm not all over those places due to the fact that you have to do testing.  i'm horrid in test situations.  not that these are intense tests, it's just that, well, i drift off if i don't care about it.  i've always been like that too, no matter how much i try to concentrate i end up drifting off and thinking about art ideas or stupid things like what clouds taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm not cut out for the 9-5 world of office imprisonment.  while doing it in the past (and it's all i've ever done) i would be on the internet any sneaky chance i got researching art and photography techniques.  anyway...la dee da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* art above is for a CD i made for &lt;a href="http://matirose.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Mati&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113691272990012320?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113691272990012320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113691272990012320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-say-ewww.html' title='in which i say ewww'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113682748563875441</id><published>2006-01-09T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:24:45.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i build an addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/84401843/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/84401843_e91d040ef4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/84401843/"&gt;emilymoon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished this one last night, not the greatest but they'll get better.  i'm addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i hope to find a few things i have yet to find to help my addiction along, to help it become stronger.  this will require a trip to the hardware store, maybe i should bring damian along....boys so love hardware stores.  i'm sure he would have no problems browsing the tools while i gather my goodies up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113682748563875441?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113682748563875441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113682748563875441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-build-addiction.html' title='in which i build an addiction'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113656989838550070</id><published>2006-01-06T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:53:25.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which we act like idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/83015664/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/83015664_1f5f23918e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/83015664/"&gt;scarfhat2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i went out to dinner with the fam to say cheerio to my grandparents who are heading back to florida today.  we went to a restaurant at the end of the street my parents live on and had some booze for dinner.  ok, there was food too but it didn't have the same effect on us as the booze did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin decided to show us a trick to find out how you'll look when you're old (pictures are in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/"&gt; flickr album&lt;/a&gt;), we drank some more, kevin ordered a dish called the "farmers sausage" and many lude comments went back and forth (you have to know my family...EVERYONE gets in on it.  i get my best dirty jokes from my grandpa), we drank some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate, kevin, and i walked home as the folks and grandparents drove and took more silly photos.  digital cameras and booze are a wonderfully frightening duo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113656989838550070?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113656989838550070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113656989838550070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-we-act-like-idiots.html' title='in which we act like idiots'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113633917926112778</id><published>2006-01-03T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:54:36.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i curse the aptly named vaccum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81779670/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/81779670_6ffbd6c522_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81779670/"&gt;dirtDEVIL&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not i drew the red bits onto the photo, no really, i know it looks like it came like that but no, my photoshop skills are THAT good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm tempted to send this vacuum back to whatever pit of hell it came from.  ones feet become the target for whatever pieces of crumb it sucks up and fires right back out again out the back.  how can this even be possible?  was it not tested before being put on the market?  maybe it was a case of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: "ladies like to vacuum right?  they get a charge from it, a sense of accomplishment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2: "they sure do, where are you going with this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: "this is what i'm thinking right.  what if, now i'm just throwing this out there, what IF, the vacuum throws out the dust and particles it just vacuumed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2: "you mean, once it's sucked up it comes back out and has to be vacuumed up again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: "YES, that's exactly what i'm saying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 2: "that is the most brilliant idea this company has ever heard of.  guy 1, tomorrow when you come to work look for your name under the title of Vice President."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113633917926112778?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113633917926112778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113633917926112778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-curse-aptly-named-vaccum.html' title='in which i curse the aptly named vaccum'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113631443748314011</id><published>2006-01-03T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:49:49.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which we do groceries (we hate doing groceries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81606495/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/81606289_620fb5e31e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81606289/"&gt;peppers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were out of everything.  i like my orange juice with loads of pulp but i had to settle for pulpless.....crimony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all stocked up with healthy eats now though, i think i'm lacking in veggies....i'm actually craving them.  my body is used to chocolate, cookies, and candy right now and it might not like the absence of it.  i'll have to lock myself in a room for a few days while i go through the DT's.  i'm ready for the sweats, the hallucinations, the denial of my bodies strong desire for all things sugar.  i can kick this habit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113631443748314011?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113631443748314011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113631443748314011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-we-do-groceries-we-hate-doing.html' title='in which we do groceries (we hate doing groceries)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113625137538512388</id><published>2006-01-02T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:22:55.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in which i provide moral support</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81226115/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/81226115_bde667c7c8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/81226115/"&gt;inkfairy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damian had a job interview today and i went with him for moral support.  i waited in the car with chilly hands, my sketchbook, and a pen, this is what came of the wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113625137538512388?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113625137538512388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113625137538512388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-which-i-provide-moral-support.html' title='in which i provide moral support'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113598749517466705</id><published>2005-12-30T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:04:55.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brand spanking new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/79536924/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/79536924_6d3927dd67_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/79536924/"&gt;encased&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damian and i pooled our christmas money together and (finally) bought a new digital camera!  this thing is small and light and actually fits in my pocket.  our old one is about 6 years old and is a clunker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're thinking of moving out of the city, we want some quiet.  i adore the city but living directly across from, yet another, condo being constructed and all of the rest of the unavoidable LOUD construction everywhere you go makes us want to leave.  besides, maybe i'll appreciate it more if i use it as a destination to visit every so often rather than live in.  sure everything is convenient but there's a lot to be said for relaxed shoulders and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we took a nice drive and looked at dream houses.  our main destination was &lt;a href="http://www.flesherton.ca" target="_blank"&gt; Flesherton&lt;/a&gt; where i saw a photo of a house i fell in love with posted outside of the royal lepage offices.  of course there was no adress info, no MLS#, nothing!  so we grabbed the real estate paper, went to Aggie's Cafe for a bite, and flipped through it.  i circled SO many homes yet none of them were the one i saw hanging behind glass oustide the offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must find this house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113598749517466705?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113598749517466705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113598749517466705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/brand-spanking-new.html' title='brand spanking new'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113580223693001539</id><published>2005-12-28T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:37:16.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>t'was a merry christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/78598969/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/39/78598969_f583e6379d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/78598969/"&gt;sabprint&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;santa has given up on the sleigh, he now drives a white perv van with tinted windows.  i know this because he almost ran me down with it when i tried to cross the street.  maybe it was his evil twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so christmas this year was pretty good,  i find myself the owner of a &lt;a href="http://sabrinawardharrison.com" target="_blank"&gt; sabrina ward harrison&lt;/a&gt; print (i cried when i opened it....thank you SO much damian!!!!!), a &lt;a href="http://direct.motorola.com/ENS/web_producthome.asp?Country=CND&amp;language=ENS&amp;productid=30365" target="_blank"&gt; razr&lt;/a&gt; (in silver), a gorgeous green box which held a bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.perrier-jouet.com/" target="_blank"&gt; perrier jouet&lt;/a&gt; and 2 glasses (mom and dad know me too well, art nouveau and champers!), a whole whack load of &lt;a href="http://www.penguinputnam.com/static/packages/us/yreaders/madlibs/" target="_blank"&gt; mad libs&lt;/a&gt; from kate and kevin (kate and i might have a slight addiction to them, it started in childhood and we can't seem to stop), fun and funky (and damn comfy to boot) &lt;a href="http://thecandifactory.com/" target="_blank"&gt; knickers&lt;/a&gt; from my mom-in-law.........the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so into my sabrina print, i want more.  she inspires me so much and now (once it's hung in the perfect place) all i have to do is look at the wall if i'm feeling un-creative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113580223693001539?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113580223693001539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113580223693001539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/twas-merry-christmas.html' title='t&apos;was a merry christmas'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113513712662926219</id><published>2005-12-20T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:52:06.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>self portrait tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/75790205/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/75790205_91d92e5c78_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/75790205/"&gt;self portrait tuesday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113513712662926219?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113513712662926219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113513712662926219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/self-portrait-tuesday_20.html' title='self portrait tuesday'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113450343345029381</id><published>2005-12-13T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:50:33.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>self portrait tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/73262559/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73262559_89ae9ddcfa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/73262559/"&gt;self portrait tuesday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113450343345029381?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113450343345029381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113450343345029381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/self-portrait-tuesday.html' title='self portrait tuesday'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113449969289334246</id><published>2005-12-13T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:48:12.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="snowrevenge.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/snowrevenge.jpg" width="412" height="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd create something to send to kate at work to make her laugh.  now i'm off to hit the chilly air with mittened hands and my &lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/corporate/do?action=viewhome" target="_blank"&gt; H&amp;M&lt;/a&gt; parka-type coat that leaves feathers all over me.  christmas is next saturday, holy crap!  i'm almost done with the goodies but there's always more to spoil people with.  i love spoiling people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113449969289334246?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113449969289334246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113449969289334246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-with-photoshop.html' title='fun with photoshop'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113434771542744472</id><published>2005-12-11T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:35:15.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>make mine a kir royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72589066/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72589066_8d26cf89c4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72589066/"&gt;kir royale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday damian &amp; i went over to visit his parents and i ended up with a kir royale in my hands (and then i ended up with another one after that).  i love these drinks, in fact i'm having one right now.  we have left over champers in the fridge from daren's birthday and we have some cassis as well....why the hell not make a cocktail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in France visiting my dad, stepmom &amp; brother so many years ago, i went on what we later dubbed, "the kir crawl", with my stepmom.  i think i was about 17 or 18 at the time and we had a blast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were living on a house boat for a week, floating along rivers and mooring in different towns and villages.  one particular night after we had tied up the boat, we headed out for a dinner of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galette" target="_blank"&gt; galettes&lt;/a&gt; and discovered many pubs and cafes along the riverbank.  we decided a pub crawl was in order.  even though iain was in his single digits he was allowed into the pubs where he hustled the locals in games of pool.  we drank.  kate and our dad drank various different beers and edna &amp; i hit the kir.  we weren't full on snooty drinking kir royales....we just had plain old kir.  we ended up stealing a glass per pub for memories sake and stumbling back to the boat along a stone road singing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is why i'm so fond of the drink (in it's royale form or not), it brings back gorgeous memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113434771542744472?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113434771542744472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113434771542744472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/make-mine-kir-royale.html' title='make mine a kir royale'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113432817070049937</id><published>2005-12-11T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:12:06.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a long ago quote</title><content type='html'>about a month ago i saw a question and answer type of short that was played between shows on the documentary channel.  i just found the piece of paper i scribbled a quote on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a series of questions are asked to a writer and the one i caught was with &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/mccallsmith/" target="_blank"&gt; alexander mccall smith&lt;/a&gt;.  one of the questions asked him where his ideal place to live would be.  he described a beautiful village and went into all sorts of delicious description, this was in no means a quick answer, a lot of thought had gone into it.  with a smile he said "...and angels crossing over the sky occasionally, just occasionally".  i love that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113432817070049937?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113432817070049937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113432817070049937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-ago-quote.html' title='a long ago quote'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113432500296822641</id><published>2005-12-11T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:16:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72444383/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/72444383_157196e8b8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/72444383/"&gt;lights&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we put our tree up!  we picked it up at the market and it smells glorious!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113432500296822641?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113432500296822641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113432500296822641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/lights.html' title='lights'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113383830521568882</id><published>2005-12-05T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:05:05.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70704815/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70704815_03712b544e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/70704815/"&gt;typical&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/"&gt;sequin faery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear this place is haunted.  i keep hearing noises INSIDE the apartment and toulouse does too.  he does that creepy thing where he all of a sudden wakes up and just stares in one direction with huge eyes....freak me right out kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this post was more to test uploading a photo from Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113383830521568882?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113383830521568882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113383830521568882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/typical.html' title='typical'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113383677087139537</id><published>2005-12-05T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:39:30.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113383677087139537?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113383677087139537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113383677087139537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113382666325442961</id><published>2005-12-05T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:51:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tug tug, grow damn it!</title><content type='html'>i want my hair to be longer, this whole waiting process is getting out of hand.  i figure the more i pull on it, the faster it will grow.....no?  i've always hated the way i look with long hair but that's because i never really had it cut/styled to look good, it always just hung there.  i don't think i've ever had it past shoulder length.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reason for wanting longer hair is slightly silly, i just think it looks so much better when wearing cute wooly hats in the winter.  currently just a bit sticks out.  i also want to be able to toss it up in some form of ponytail/bun thing when the idea of washing it becomes too strenuous.  i really just want it longer for a new look, the hat thing is very minor, i swear.  should i do extensions???  will they destroy my hair?  anyone know anything about extensions (like where a good place to go in toronto would be)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ass is beyond numb as i sit on the edge of this chair due to the fact that Toulouse is slowly pushing me off.  this is HIS chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113382666325442961?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113382666325442961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113382666325442961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/tug-tug-grow-damn-it.html' title='tug tug, grow damn it!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113381570532021733</id><published>2005-12-05T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:11:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flicked</title><content type='html'>i finally made an &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sequinfaery/" target="_blank"&gt; account on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.  i got the old digital camera up and running again.  this thing is about 5 or 6 years old and it's huge compared to what's out there now.  i'd like a new (smaller) one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took it out on saturday night to Daren's birthday dinner at 'hair of the dog' (go there, it was so quaint, and yummy, and all things good....425 church st. north of carlton.  get off the subway at college and walk east)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="hairofthedog.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/hairofthedog.jpg" width="400" height="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; see more pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sequinfaery/" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113381570532021733?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113381570532021733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113381570532021733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/flicked.html' title='flicked'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113341420241075387</id><published>2005-12-01T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:19:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>befitting of his name</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="toulousesketch.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/toulousesketch.jpg" width="400" height="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my sketchbook out to play with an idea and Toulouse was on it in no time.  i put it on the floor (where i like to draw etc., i love laying on the floor) and faster than i could say boobies, he was sitting on it.  he got more involved when the pencils came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan on doing a bunch of paintings with what i used tonight, i really like how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="sketchbook2.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/sketchbook2.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quick and fun.  i'm just glad i put pen &amp; such to paper, who cares what comes out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="sketchbook1.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/sketchbook1.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; something i did a few weeks ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113341420241075387?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113341420241075387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113341420241075387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/12/befitting-of-his-name.html' title='befitting of his name'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113294508486379932</id><published>2005-11-25T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:58:04.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yum city</title><content type='html'>i found a delicious iced green tea the other day that actually tastes like (cold) green tea.  i got the honey jasmine flavour.  best part, it's a &lt;a href="http://urbanzentea.com/" target="_blank"&gt; canadian company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113294508486379932?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113294508486379932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113294508486379932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/yum-city.html' title='yum city'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113276272221852130</id><published>2005-11-23T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:31:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cat lady</title><content type='html'>here we go again, more cat pictures.  but before i do that i have to squeak with excitement at the prospect of torontos first winter storm.  they say it'll hit tonight dumping 5-15cm on us.........do it!  make it 15!  it's been teasing us lately, snow flurries here and there but tonight, tonight is the sugar on top.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan on doing christmas shopping tomorrow, snow always puts me in the festive spirit.  today i'm going to hit the &lt;a href="http://www.signatures.ca/winter/toronto_show.htm" target="_blank"&gt; signatures show&lt;/a&gt; which i love, i always find at least one gift there.  something gross though is the delicious food booths, allow me to explain.  there are some wonderful foods at the show, dips, jams, hot chocolate, etc.  anyway, they always have samples out and there is always hoards of people standing around them pigging out.  it's a turn-off.  i actually saw one lady grab a handful of pretzel sticks (used for tasting the dips) and walk away munching on them.  people get so disgusting around "free" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cat time....Toulouse is his official name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i have a glass of wine he stares at me as if to say "i'll shit on your pillow if you don't give me some" and he sniffs damian's beer bottle (and licks the top of it).  so i think Toulouse is a pretty fitting name, i mean look at his &lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/absinthe.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/absinthe.html','popup','width=450,height=338,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt; absinthe eyes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's getting better with the use of his claws, he seems to know when he's on skin and doesn't sink those daggers in as much, still pretty &lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/attack.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/attack.html','popup','width=450,height=338,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt; vicious&lt;/a&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the computer is in use he's generally sitting on the table.  he's discovered movement on the screen and attacks the cursor as it trails along the page.  he's becoming a &lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/compnerd.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/compnerd.html','popup','width=450,height=338,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt; computer geek&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/model1.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/model1.html','popup','width=450,height=338,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;strike a pose&lt;/a&gt;.  show me &lt;a href="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/model2.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/model2.html','popup','width=450,height=338,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt; sexy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113276272221852130?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113276272221852130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113276272221852130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/cat-lady.html' title='cat lady'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113256988696480911</id><published>2005-11-21T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T05:54:02.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obnoxious vampires</title><content type='html'>fleas, damn hell ass fleas!  the poor little guy (who almost has a name....i'm leaning towards Toulouse) is being eaten alive by the thirsty blood suckers.  hopefully i can set up a &lt;a href="http://www.queenwestvets.com/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt; vet&lt;/a&gt; appointment for TODAY (we don't have a vet yet as we've only had the guy for a few days) because i can't sleep!  this is why i've been up since about 4:30.  little Toulouse(?)likes to sleep all curled up beside me (awwww) and tends to wake me in the middle of the night with bouts of lovable purring.  he bashes his head into my face and jumps all over me wanting attention, which i can't ignore (or resist) so i give in.  this time though, all i could think of with each head bash, "fleas in my mouth, fleas in my ears". *shudder*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a tip that fleas don't like salt and one could put salt on any carpets or rugs in the house to kill the bastards.  so i did that.  now there's salt everywhere which i have to leave for a day or so and then vacuum up.  when the questionably named, Toulouse, was in his lovable mood my hand touched the area where he had been sleeping most of the night (i tried to keep him off the bed but it was no use) and all i could feel was little crumb-like bits.  "oh dear god!" i thought "flea poo everywhere...ewwwww".  so i jumped out of bed and took him to the bathroom to brush him again which is where i realized the majority of the crumb-like bits was probably salt off of his paws.  anyway, i'm still up and i'm sure i will be for the rest of the night, morning, whatever. pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="comfy.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/local/images/comfy.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where he likes to lie when the computer is in use (this is where he is sleeping right at this very moment as i type this).  is that my visa behind him?  dammit, he better not be charging his internet porn subscriptions to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="braplay.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/local/images/braplay.jpg" width="300" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of his favourite toys, my bra.  it's old, i gave it to him....for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="chairplay.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/local/images/chairplay.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he attacks the computer chair (it had it coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="infridge.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/local/images/infridge.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the fridge to get something to drink, i turned my head for a second, and found this upon my return.  i think he's wondering where all the food is, why the hell this thing is so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="exitfridge.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/local/images/exitfridge.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, seems like there was nothing of interest to him.  sure there's a plethora of macintosh apples but come on, boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113256988696480911?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113256988696480911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113256988696480911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/obnoxious-vampires.html' title='obnoxious vampires'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113226093812185540</id><published>2005-11-17T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:14:18.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the nameless feline</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="noname1.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/noname1.jpg" width="400" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a kitty!!!!  he's the same kitty as the one in the dishwasher below but now he's mine.  he's about 4 month old and has gone that long sans nomenclature.  the poor little guy needs a name, why is this so hard?  kate seems to think he should be called Lord Manfred of the Casbah but i have a feeling that will prove to be quite the challenge when he starts to learn how to write his name in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have scratches all over me, my hands are shredded.  he tried climbing me this morning, managed to get to my left hip when his dagger of a toenail sunk into my skin and i shrieked in pain.  he climbed down then just sat there looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: photo was taken after he had just woken up, he's not really as pissed off as he looks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113226093812185540?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113226093812185540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113226093812185540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/nameless-feline.html' title='the nameless feline'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113202968891009586</id><published>2005-11-14T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:41:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they get into the strangest places</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="dishcat.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/dishcat.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kitten in a dishwasher.  the door was down, the kitten was curious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113202968891009586?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/shakin.jpg" width="310" height="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me &amp; kate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this on &lt;a href="http://feliciasullivan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;felicia's&lt;/a&gt; site and thought i'd see if i could answer the questions.  i'm a sucker for these types of things for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 random things about me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i was a klepto in my single digit years (stole my friends fruit roll-up once)&lt;br /&gt;2. i still think there's a possibility of monsters under my bed&lt;br /&gt;3. i like olives&lt;br /&gt;4. i squirt a hot pepper in my sisters eye when we were kids&lt;br /&gt;5. i was a bossy little bitch when i was little&lt;br /&gt;6. i believe in fairies&lt;br /&gt;7. my grandma says i'm a witch just like her (the broomstick kind, not the term used for mean women kind)&lt;br /&gt;8. i talk to animals like i expect them to reciprocate verbally&lt;br /&gt;9. i tried to catch a tiny jelly-fish with half an empty passionfruit shell during my first trip to australia (i was 10) &lt;br /&gt;10. i love getting ink &amp; paint on me when being arty&lt;br /&gt;11. i used to put soap on my sisters toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;12. i still sleep with a teddy bear (had it since i was 8 months old)&lt;br /&gt;13. i crave salad&lt;br /&gt;14. i want to liberate all animals from pet stores&lt;br /&gt;15. i eat raspberries off my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;16. i hate price tags on things &amp; have to take them off as soon as i buy something (like a bottle of water for eg.) i feel like it's not mine or something&lt;br /&gt;17. i like the taste of bruised strawberries&lt;br /&gt;18. i hate shoe shopping, shopping in general&lt;br /&gt;19. my middle name is Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;20. i want a studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 things to do before I die:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get my license&lt;br /&gt;2. go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. make myself TRULY happy&lt;br /&gt;4. do a cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;5. create a studio for all of my artsy hobbies&lt;br /&gt;6. save someone&lt;br /&gt;7. make a lasting impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 things I cannot do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. say "no" to someone i love&lt;br /&gt;2. take a beer cap off with  my teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. sing&lt;br /&gt;4. ignore an animal on the street (be they stray or not, i have to try to pet them)&lt;br /&gt;5. draw hands&lt;br /&gt;6. play a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;7. be deliberately mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sense of humour (i need to laugh more than i need to breath)&lt;br /&gt;2. talent&lt;br /&gt;3. eyes&lt;br /&gt;4. kindness&lt;br /&gt;5. intelligence&lt;br /&gt;6. height (i like 'em taller than me)&lt;br /&gt;7. nice chest (yeah, i'm like a guy on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 things I say most often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;2. i wish...&lt;br /&gt;3. G (yes, i actually call people "G"...i'm quasi ashamed)&lt;br /&gt;4. ?&lt;br /&gt;5. ?&lt;br /&gt;6. ?&lt;br /&gt;7. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 Celebrity Crushes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ewan McGregor&lt;br /&gt;2. Zach Braff&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;4. Adrien Brody&lt;br /&gt;5. Christian Bale&lt;br /&gt;6. Alessandro Nivola&lt;br /&gt;7. Sam Rockwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113190386955421202?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113190386955421202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113190386955421202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-myself-i.html' title='me, myself, i'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113155370990005613</id><published>2005-11-09T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:35:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>put something good in your ears</title><content type='html'>i recently did a trade with a &lt;a href="http://laurabrino.com/" target="_blank"&gt; beautiful girl&lt;/a&gt; in Maryland, a pair of earrings for her CD.  i just got it in the mail this morning and it's gorgeous!  her voice is delicate yet powerful, she feels what she's singing and her lyrics are wonderful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her through &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com" target="_blank"&gt; my space&lt;/a&gt;, she has 4 songs you can listen to up on &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=28919495&amp;Mytoken=8FAA004A-1302-A11E-2C75C39F323D411C16963379" target="_blank"&gt; her space&lt;/a&gt; and i really think you should go and check them out.  go now, leave my boring old site and give her a listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113155370990005613?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113155370990005613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113155370990005613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-something-good-in-your-ears.html' title='put something good in your ears'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113140298658309801</id><published>2005-11-07T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:36:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="shark.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/shark.jpg" width="420" height="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came across this picture today and said to myself "if this is the case, if they can really do that....no more boats for amanda".  sharks are one of my biggest fears and i'm not sure why.  yeah they're scary because they have lots of teeth and all that but my fear keeps me from swimming over the drain in the deep end of swimming pools, just in case.  when we were kids i told kate that they were in there, sharks mulling around in pool drains waiting for her to swim over top so they could eat her.  it backfired, sure she never swam over them and when jumping/diving/canonballing off the diving board she'd always veer to the extreme right or left, but crap, i started to believe my lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our honeymoon (St. Lucia) we took a catamaran tour for the day.  the afternoon consisted of a bit of sorkling off the boat, lounging in the sun on the deck, drinking, whatever.  damian decided he was going to try snorkling but i said "no way, there's sharks somewhere in there", so i stayed on board and watched him.  somehow, and it is still beyond me how he did it, he convinced me to give it a try.  i squeezed into some flippers, pulled a mask over my face and stood on the edge of the boat looking at the crystal blue water beneath me.  i could see to the bottom, you'd think that would calm me a bit.  i guess it did for a split second because i jumped in.  my little legs hung there, suspended in 60 feet of water with god knows what circling around me.  i started to panic.  damian said "look down, look in the water, don't be scared" which i did. i pushed my face into the salt and saw rock formations under me and other peoples legs. i freaked again.  i started to cry and made my way back to the ladder where i discovered it was in use.  i had to swim over to the other side of the boat the whole time thinking a shark was going to grab my leg and pull me down.  i have never climbed so fast in my life.  i got back on, shaking, and poured myself a cup of punch (ingredients: 3 teaspoons of tropical fruit juice, 4 cups of rum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my imagination gets the best of me, way to vivid.  it's a good thing most of the time but when encountering vast bodies of water, narrow alley ways at night, sharp objects, spiders, onions, abandoned buildings, math textbooks, heights, rickety elevators that smell moldy, and the like......i think the most dreadful things.  i convince myself of the worst possible situation and imagine it as the casue of my demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do like boats though, they're kind of nice to relax on.  so if anyone can confirm the jumping shark thing, i'd be eternally grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113140298658309801?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113140298658309801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113140298658309801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113124115537801396</id><published>2005-11-05T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:39:15.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the 5 foot illuminated flute</title><content type='html'>i don't think i'd be very good at meditation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a bottle of champagne this evening and poured myself a glass just as my bath was near full.  i lit one candle, in a red glass votive holder, and rested it on the edge of the tub.  beside it i placed my bubbling flute.  i turned on some music, shut off the lights and stepped into my &lt;a href="http://ca.lush.com/cgi-bin/lushdb/742?expand=00003:upd=y" target="_blank"&gt; blue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i floated there to the sounds of &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=51639" target="_blank"&gt; "being in love"&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.songsohia.com/" target="_blank"&gt; songs: ohia&lt;/a&gt; with my mind going a mile a minute.  it changes topics in a matter of seconds and i can never seem to put any of the ideas that swim by onto paper.  i get story plots, paintings, creative ideas of all sorts yet they all seem to whiz by with such speed that i can't grab hold of them.  i wonder if my mind is ever at rest?  i'm constantly thinking thinking thinking.  somewhere i'm unfulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113124115537801396?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113124115537801396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113124115537801396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-foot-illuminated-flute.html' title='the 5 foot illuminated flute'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113077353246279986</id><published>2005-10-31T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:15:26.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a blood curdling shriek from within the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="pimpin.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/pimpin.jpg" width="390" height="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animals in costumes make me laugh, i couldn't resist making a little banner when i found this guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113077353246279986?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113077353246279986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113077353246279986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/blood-curdling-shriek-from-within.html' title='a blood curdling shriek from within the walls'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113069051605100384</id><published>2005-10-30T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:41:56.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faery</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="darkfae.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/darkfae.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wings didn't stay on all night due to the fact that they were taking people out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more reasons to wear this costume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113069051605100384?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113069051605100384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113069051605100384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/faery.html' title='faery'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113065673407866395</id><published>2005-10-30T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:20:38.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hey?</title><content type='html'>since i'm in need of a new digital camera all i have to offer right now is sad sad, poor quality photos from my cell phone.  unfortunately even THAT is being a bitch....well actually it's the telus website but whatever, same thing.  so until i can upload what I looked like this very evening (all dolled up for a halloween party), you will have to enjoy the stunning vision which is damian (sans shirt, vest, facial hair, tight white jeans and fake vintage tattoo....yeah, just the hair pretty much changes him into nasty damn quick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="WTdamian.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/WTdamian.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"who's a pretty boy?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm either pregnant or drunk coz i've got a mad craving for dill pickles (and olives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween should be like christmas, celebrated over a course of 2 months.  by the end of august you start seeing ghosts and happy little jack-o-lanterns popping up in your local greeting card store, families fight over who gets to spend more time with who, orange &amp; black lights are left strung on roof tops until mid-june, offices have parties in the second week of october where the receptionist gets high on candy corn and photocopies her boobies, kids write letters to the great pumpkin asking for "a small bag of plain chips that's more air than product and miniture 'eatmores' that they i can pass on to the dog".  i just LOVE halloween, we should dress in costumes more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113065673407866395?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113065673407866395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113065673407866395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-hey.html' title='what the hey?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113035286631468980</id><published>2005-10-26T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:54:26.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a Z...(pretty please)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="sleep.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/sleep.jpg" width="300" height="481" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i haven't been able to sleep through the night.  it takes me a while to fall and once i do i'm not out long before i wake up again.  it's not like one of those wake ups where you realize you're changing positions and fall right back asleep, no, i'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i've also been having vivid, crazy, odd dreams in those moments of sleep.  i like them, i look forward to them.  it seems dreaming is my most creative state recently, my most inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started making &lt;a href="http://www.artist-trading-cards.ch/" target="_blank"&gt; artist trading cards&lt;/a&gt; (haven't started trading yet though, not enough made).  i have to get my scanner working so i can make an ATC page and post mine as well as the ones i get in trades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why, maybe it's because halloween is approaching, but i'm in horror movie mode.  i prefer psychological thrillers over guts and gore, movies about ghosts....the paranormal, rather than slasher flicks.  can anyone help me find a good psych thriller?  i haven't seen a movie that has truly freaked me out in a long time.  if the movie includes any of these, it's sure to make my spine quiver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;things that creep amanda out&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* people on stilts&lt;br /&gt;* ventriloquist dummies&lt;br /&gt;* elongated limbs (like people on stilts...but it goes for all limbs)&lt;br /&gt;* old asylums&lt;br /&gt;* burned out buildings&lt;br /&gt;* large sinking ships (being swallowed by a vast deep ocean.....shudder) &lt;br /&gt;* old abandoned houses in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;* TRUE ghost stories/hauntings (like movies based on actual events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an idea for a book, maybe i should attempt &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank"&gt; nanowrimo&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113035286631468980?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113035286631468980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113035286631468980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/give-me-zpretty-please.html' title='give me a Z...(pretty please)'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-113018082371009139</id><published>2005-10-24T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:07:03.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like a weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="weedhair.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/weedhair.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get to this point, the point of realization that i don't look &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; idiotic with pigtails, the point where i carry 2 elastics in my back pocket wherever i go in case of bad hair due to rain......it's the point that tells me i need a haircut.  it's the point i try to talk myself out of because when i get that cut it will cost me $50 (i don't go to anyone but Nikki), so, the pigtails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night i saw a band i hadn't seen in years, &lt;a href="http://www.widemouthmason.com" target="_blank"&gt; wide mouth mason&lt;/a&gt;.  it was fun to see them again.  i didn't stand right up front as i used to but rather a few rows back.  afterwards i said a hello to Shaun (lead singer) who came at me with hug arms, wrapped them around me and rocked me side to side saying "it's so good to see you again, it's been too long".  it was like a little walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigtails were &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; worn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-113018082371009139?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113018082371009139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/113018082371009139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-weed.html' title='like a weed'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112974182425676295</id><published>2005-10-19T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:10:24.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap to entertain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="teeth1.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/teeth1.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how sad i am, i'm in desperate need of some fun in that passenger seat.  it really doesn't take much to entertain me, i'm like a cat or a baby that way.  buy me an expensive toy and i'll have more fun with the box it came in.  take, for example, the $1 that was spent in a vending machine to give me a false case of gingivitis (see below) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="teeth2.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/teeth2.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who's a pretty girl?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or don't even spend a cent, just take me to Homesense and walk down a curious aisle with me to discover navy collectibles.  ask me "have you ever been to sea Manda?" where i will answer "no, not really" then say "well you're there now".  find a rather large (and heavy) old diving mask and tell me to put it on my head as if it were a hat.  remind me that my head is so small that there's a good chance it will fit in said "hat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="homesense.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/homesense.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it didn't fit ALL the way down but that might have been due to the screws and bolts sticking out of it in what would be the neck region.  yes, i managed to scratch my forehead on one of those screws.  it was all worth it, a good laugh it always worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. wow, in that diving photo i look like i'm sporting some double D action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112974182425676295?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112974182425676295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112974182425676295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheap-to-entertain.html' title='cheap to entertain'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112957213705697370</id><published>2005-10-17T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:03:36.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i may be 28 but i can still laugh like i'm 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="bread.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/bread.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you are seeing is an actual piece of bread found on the bread table of the ritzy buffet at &lt;a href="http://toronto.lemeridien.com/" target="_blank"&gt; the king eddie&lt;/a&gt;. yes, upon seeing it, robin and i both cracked up and to her "does that look....." i cut her off with a response of "yes, very much so".  it wasn't in a basket for the taking, it seemed like it was more there for decoration (along with many other pieces shaped in the same form).  we decided we needed to bring it back to the table.  we had to share the glorious find and get opinions on whether or not the baker &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; what he was doing or whether the breads were simply formed and baked to golden perfection without question or notice of the phallic state of the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we laughed like children do upon hearing a good fart joke, i placed the fallacy on my plate where i hoped it would stay so i could bring it home to shellac it and turn it into a magnet of ultimate beauty and hilarity.  it was not meant to be, for as i was coming back to the table with a bowl of fruit salad i saw our waiter lift my plate and whisk my penis bread away.  was that a glint in his eye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112957213705697370?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112957213705697370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112957213705697370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-may-be-28-but-i-can-still-laugh-like.html' title='i may be 28 but i can still laugh like i&apos;m 8'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112853165089041119</id><published>2005-10-05T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:01:12.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i marry V V</title><content type='html'>kate got me into a hit movie &lt;a href="http://www.weddingcrashersmovie.com/crashthistrailer/index.htm?id=194472" target="_blank"&gt; check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112853165089041119?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112853165089041119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112853165089041119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-marry-v-v.html' title='i marry V V'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112805009589287195</id><published>2005-09-29T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:14:55.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kringer pants</title><content type='html'>bless the people with time on their hands, for if they hadn't the time (or the hands for that matter), we would not have &lt;a href="http://www.whoomp.com/articles/163/1/He-Man-does-4-non-blondes" taregt="_blank"&gt; the following&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112805009589287195?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112805009589287195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112805009589287195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/09/kringer-pants.html' title='kringer pants'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112793284019761175</id><published>2005-09-28T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:47:44.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>going through my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="lunch.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/lunch.jpg" width="330" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything more disgustingly yummy than alpha-getti (or any of its counterparts in different shapes)?  i know it's the can in the cupboard that should be reserved for serious hangovers but man, it was there, i needed lunch, you see how the pieces fell together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was stirring the pot, keeping the tender noodles from burning to the bottom, i looked for the letters i would need to take the above photo*.  i found all but the "t" and just as my mouth opened to curse Heinz to the bowels of hell for skimping on "t", the letter popped up through the murky tomato sauce (i don't think it's tomato sauce really, more like sugar, oil, and red dye #42). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a couple of weeks i'm going to jet off to the east coast for a few days.  first it was looking like Cape Breton but now the lean is towards Newfoundland.  I've never seen the east but have always wanted to.  why not vacation in my own country for crying out loud....no exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this joint needs a face lift.  i'm going to try to post photos and/or artwork before each post.  i love the visual aspect of online journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yes, as sad as it is i took the time to play with my food in order to take a photo for my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112793284019761175?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112793284019761175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112793284019761175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-through-my-head.html' title='going through my head'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112749314535625702</id><published>2005-09-23T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:58:13.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kitten mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="kitten.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/kitten.jpg" width="330" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="comfykitten.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/comfykitten.jpg" width="330" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was visiting Rob's kittens again last night.  they're about 8 weeks old now and all they wanted to do was play.  well one of them (the shy one) sat in the closet and stared at me.  as you can see from the second photo my shoes became the central play area...is there anything more fun than shoelaces?  please note that, despite how it may looks in that second photo, my jeans are NOT tight fitahs.  they actually have a pretty standard leg width, sort of a boot cut i guess you could say.  i don't want you thinking i've gone tapered, heaven forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that little guy in the first photo reminds me of my cat Oliver (RIP) and the kitty on my legs in the other one was a permanent fixture.  always jumping on me, claws out, crawling all over my shoes as if conqeuring the mightiest mountain.  i have so many scratches on me, i felt them all when the hot water hit me in the shower this morning.  they're on my legs, my arms, hands, back, and neck (they like to climb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fall by the way.  last night it rained and it really felt like a cozy autumn night, i was loving it.  today is still a bit warm but the breeze is a little cooler.  i can't wait to wear sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must apologize for the boringness of these posts as of late.  i've been feeling really creative lately (i love when i get like this) BUT nothing much seems to be coming out.  how is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112749314535625702?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112749314535625702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112749314535625702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/09/kitten-mountain.html' title='kitten mountain'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112655340193272491</id><published>2005-09-12T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:30:01.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"maybe we'll change the title"</title><content type='html'>so far so good with this years film fest.  i've seen 4 films (10 more to go) and i've enjoyed 3 out of the 4 VERY much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first film was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418004/" target="_blank"&gt; 'neverwas'&lt;/a&gt; which had a great premise, awesome acting by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005212/" target="_blank"&gt; ian mckellen&lt;/a&gt; (of course) yet it lacked something.  there was a love story that didn't need to be there.  it was okay but the other 3 i saw were much more yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second film: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379725/" target="_blank"&gt; 'capote'&lt;/a&gt; in which &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/" target="_blank"&gt; PSH&lt;/a&gt; blew me away with his portrayal of truman capote.  the film was excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third film: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411195/" target="_blank"&gt; 'breakfast on pluto'&lt;/a&gt; which i LOVED to bits!  i'm now in love (it's true and real) with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614165/" target="_blank"&gt; cillian murphy&lt;/a&gt;.  i share the true and real love with kate who had a little moment with him (celeb spottings will be mentioned in the next post).  he played a fantastic transvestite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth film: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454792/" target="_blank"&gt; 'bubble'&lt;/a&gt; which might be my favourite so far.  there were no professional actors in it and it was done so simply.  a simple story about a love triangle in a small town amongst 3 factory workers.  i know it doesn't sound like much but it's films like these that make me love the fest.  it was directed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001752/" target="_blank"&gt; steven soderbergh&lt;/a&gt; and it was him who said my title quote when asked "where did the title of the film come from" and he had trouble answering it.  it was a funny moment, you really had to be there i guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have at least one film a day until the end of the fest (thursday sees me at 4 films...yikes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112655340193272491?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112655340193272491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112655340193272491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/09/maybe-well-change-title.html' title='&quot;maybe we&apos;ll change the title&quot;'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112600914635285318</id><published>2005-09-06T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:20:41.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="newview.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/newview.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the view from damian's new apartment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cold which means a cough that keeps me from a good nights beauty sleep which means i am reduced to the region of hell known as BUCKLEY'S!  the first night i took it i almost lost it by gagging over the sink (who's a pretty girl?).  that stuff is ass, it actually has liquid trees in it....no wonder it tastes like a forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the &lt;a href="http://www.bell.ca/filmfest" target="_blank"&gt; film fest&lt;/a&gt; box office again today to deal with the tickets i still need films for (didn't get all my picks this year....bastards.  we've been SO lucky every year to get all the films we wanted, it was bound to happen.)  it's hell on earth trying to do this as most of the films are sold out, oh well, we got some of our picks which is good!  bright side bright side bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112600914635285318?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112600914635285318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112600914635285318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/09/summer-sickly.html' title='summer sickly'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112475853026799024</id><published>2005-08-22T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:55:30.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoopin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="hoopjacks.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/hoopjacks.jpg" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a hula hoop at the &lt;a href="http://mmi.theex.com/" target="_blank"&gt; CNE&lt;/a&gt; but it looks as though it no longer belongs to me.  he quite enjoys it so who am i to take it away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112475853026799024?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112475853026799024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112475853026799024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/08/hoopin.html' title='hoopin&apos;'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112424291208057603</id><published>2005-08-16T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:41:52.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"promise me tomorrow starts with you"</title><content type='html'>i had a happy stumbling today.  by complete luck i came across a new musical love, meet &lt;a href="http://www.jamesblunt.com/" target="_blank"&gt; James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;.  the song &lt;a href="http://www.jamesblunt.co.uk/music_lyrics.html" target="_blank"&gt; "you're beautiful"&lt;/a&gt; is one of those songs i would love to have written about me.  i'm such a girl, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just find there's something to be said about lyrics that touch you, especially nowadays when the majority of songs are so bubblegum and forced.  i guess i like to be touched....keep the dirty thoughts to a maximum please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112424291208057603?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112424291208057603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112424291208057603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/08/promise-me-tomorrow-starts-with-you.html' title='&quot;promise me tomorrow starts with you&quot;'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112364897402099016</id><published>2005-08-10T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:42:54.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quando lei ama qualcuno ma va sprecare</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="crashed.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/crashed.jpg" width="330" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't posted in a while this entry is going to be all over the place in terms of context.  besides, that's the way my mind is recently anyways....confused, erratic, lost in a limbo, i'd much rather be living in my thoughts and imaginings than in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that above photo is from one of the most haunting things i've seen in a while.  i know it doesn't look like much but yesterday it was.  an older lady had a heart attack while driving and hit that tree going 90.  the top of the tree came off.  my mom &amp; i drove by just after it happened, there were police cars everywhere and the tree was imprisoned behind police tape along with the car.  she hit head on and split the car in the center almost to the back seat.  word was that her chances of survival were slim and that the impact severed her legs.  today the top of the tree was cleaned up but as i walked passed it on the way to the post office i could smell gasoline and pieces of the car remained on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sweeter note............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="sweetie.jpg" src="http://www.sibling-rivalry.ca/images/journal/sweetie.jpg" width="330" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob's cat had kittens and i got to go see them!  that photo was taken last week and the kitties were 10 days old, just learning to walk, dragging their little legs behind them as they pulled themselves across the floor.  7 in total, i want them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0318462/" target="_blank"&gt; 'the motorcycle diaries'&lt;/a&gt; and it was the most beautiful film i've seen in a long time.  i also saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0344510/" target="_blank"&gt; 'a very long engagement'&lt;/a&gt; which was the second most beautiful film i've seen in a long time....okay, maybe it ties.  the only problem with that one was the subtitles, they were incomplete.  i had to do some guesswork at what they were saying but the visuals were so stunning i forgave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another beautiful thing i can't get enough of is the song "fix you" by coldplay.  do you ever hear a song and a certain lyric hits you, i mean really hits you?  well there's 2 in this one for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you love someone but it goes to waste"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you're too in love to let it go, but, if you never try you'll never know just what you're worth"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112364897402099016?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112364897402099016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112364897402099016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/08/quando-lei-ama-qualcuno-ma-va-sprecare.html' title='quando lei ama qualcuno ma va sprecare'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112244103311961745</id><published>2005-07-27T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:13:40.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the loving night</title><content type='html'>we never made it to african lion safari today, kevin had family things to do.  oh well, another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm relaxing, listening to some downtempo, and enjoying the smell of the  Kyphi incense i bought at &lt;a href="http://wiccashoppe.com/" target="_blank"&gt; the wicca shoppe&lt;/a&gt; (good for developing the more visual aspects of the psychic.  enlightens the night.  dreams, meditation, astral projection).  speaking of astral projection, do you need a passport for that sort of thing?  i'm pretty sure mine is good until october but what if it's not?  what if i astral project tonight and i'm not let into the spiritual plain because i've let my passport expire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to recommend the incense from the wicca shoppe, it's so delicious.  i bought 3 kinds and all of them are beautiful.  i have the kyphi ("the loving night"), jasmine ("hearts fortune".....jasmine is one of my favourite scents), and pagan party (for sexiness, passion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a more spiritual side of me trying to push its way out.  i don't know why it has to push its way out, i should just let it happen.  after a very long period of heavy emotions (which has still not ended but seems to have become the norm for me) i'm taking time for myself, exploring myself.  so much has changed in me since the timeline which is approaching a year now.  it's a very strange feeling to realize a change, changing who you've always been is not an easy thing to do.  the pain and hurt were and are not a pleasant thing by any means but they have definitely helped me to grow....and i don't think i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i would love to be lying in/on A) an open field  B) the deck of a sailboat looking up at the stars.  complete silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112244103311961745?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112244103311961745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112244103311961745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/07/loving-night.html' title='the loving night'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628667.post-112232485798356069</id><published>2005-07-25T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:54:17.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you kelsey*</title><content type='html'>imagine the serenity of a cool crystal blue pool, tiny ripples sliding along the surface with each gentle breeze.  a lush oasis of trees and flowers surrounding you, the sounds of birds and cicadas in the trees.  the heat is intense and beads of sweat slowly glide down your body tickling your skin and leaving a glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself walking into that pool, each inch refreshes you more and more.  the beads of sweat halt and drops of water take their place.  you lie back and relax, you allow the water to hold you up.  you close your eyes and lazily float to the sounds of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine a dog walking towards the back fence and laying the biggest turd you could imagine.  the intense heat cooks it as it lies in the grass and those gentle breezes carry the poo smell over to your nose.  you can't escape it, there's no where to go.  the dog has gone inside because it can no longer handle the heat and you are stuck with the stench of cooking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my parents golden lab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6628667-112232485798356069?l=sketchingparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112232485798356069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6628667/posts/default/112232485798356069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-you-kelsey.html' title='thank you kelsey*'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08565038654660362699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/amandadevuono/sketch.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
