Darned Nickolai...

So, I finally got roped into joining Twitter thanks to Nick. There is really no point keeping the account if I can't set up my phone to do it, but they are apparently working on issues they were having with the SMS service. I'll be patient until they figure that out. The less bugs I have to work through, the better. Thus I made my very first Twitter today. And my second Blogger. It's a new technological beginning for Christine. haha

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day! I always get really excited about it. I dressed in my greenery, wore a Celtic knot shamrock tattoo on my wrist, shamrock earrings, green pendent necklace Drake bought me years ago, green eyeshadow... oh yeah. I am nothing, if not festive. With my skin and red hair, I was a picture of Irish miscellany. ...fun word, "miscellany"...

I spent the ENTIRE day in classes. A morning JavaScript class which is pretty much review for me (I had it my last semester of college) so far, and afternoon PhotoShop class. That class is much more fun. We learn to edit pictures and touch things up. I changed a girl into Queen Elizabeth. And she looked rockin'.

Of course, the highlight of my day came about because of those in my life who make everything worth living. Drake took me to lunch at Jackson's in Soho. I had a BLT and we split cookie dough eggrolls. OMG...delish. Then, after work, I set off to visit my Ames at her place where we got to chill, talk, laugh, watch ANTM, and she made St. Patty's dinner for me. Potatoes to be festive and some biscuit pizza thing which was friggin' awesome! She's a fabulous cook (*note to self: get recipe and attempt to make it somewhat edible*). Definitely shouldn't have eaten the banana cream pie and drank chocolate cream drink after, tho. I was so full.

Afterwards, I went to Drake's where we finished off the evening watching The Guild.

:)

Pilot

Other than being an obvious stab at my complexion, "Beyond the pale," was an expression used to describe outrageous behavior which originated in Ireland in the 14th century. The Pale was the area of Ireland under heavy British control. People living in areas outside it were considered wild and outlandish. So, being pale and of Irish decent, I felt the title to be appropriate.
http://www.ireland-fun-facts.com/ireland-facts-irish-words-and-meanings.html

"Change of a season" has to do with lyrics from Fly By Night by Rush. The song is dear to me, coming to me in a time when I needed something to direct me forward, ahead, and with hope towards the future. Even now, upon hearing this song, I feel revived, hopeful, and strong. Sure, I sound really sappy talking about it, but that's alright. I'm not a sappy person, but I know what this song means to me and that makes it alright to expose this side of my personality. Here's a snippet:

Why try? I know why
The feeling inside me says its time I was gone
Clear head, new life ahead
I want to be king now not just one more pawn

Fly by night, away from here
Change my life again
Fly by night goodbye my dear
My ship isnt coming and I just cant pretend

Moon rise, thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside

So, this is now my brand new baby blog. I still have my LiveJournal, but mostly to keep up with friends who are much more dedicated to the endeavor than am I. I try to post to my LiveJournal biannually to update friends on what has ensued, haha. I'll try and do better with this blog, but I make no promises. Trying to let Amy's new one inspire me, too.