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[13 Apr 2012|08:16pm] |
People of Providence!
Guess who’s back in town?
Yes, that’s right folks, I’m back. Seattle sends its love, in its own melancholy, grey way. I feel like I should have a million interesting things to talk about but…I don’t. Seattle is way less interesting if you live there, especially if you’ve lived in the neighbourhood I came from. My main activities while I was back in my beautiful hometown included trying not to get jumped and following the soap opera that is the lives of my mom’s neighbors being broadcast through the wall of the room I used to sleep in as a teenager. It was weird. Before I left Seattle I used to visit my mom all the time, but actually sleeping in my old room felt different. Especially after being here. It was like a step backward into a darker place. It was a reminder of why I left that town altogether – even though I’m always gonna wind up still dashing back to mom’s rescue from time to time, I need to live my own life, away from there, for my own good. So here I am, Providence… Now what did I miss while I was away?
( Private )
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| Ouch. Ouch Ouch Sitting up Ouch. XD |
[14 Mar 2012|08:47pm] |
SO.
This is so ridiculously belated but since I spent the whole of yesterday lying on my back, I'm doing it now.
COACHELLA HOLY CRAP OMFG I CAN'T CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT. SERIOUSLY. I WOULD HAVE DONE A LITTLE DANCE IF I HADN'T BEEN BEING SUCH A BABY.
Toby, if you keep reminding me in these solid ways how much I love you, I'm going to just go ahead and marry you.
AND IN OTHER NEWS PAIGE IS IN MY APARTMENT LIKE SHE DAMN WELL SHOULD BE AND IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, WOMAN. <3 I think I might have to marry you, too. AND CALLI. It's like a 4 way that's mostly made of girls. Sorry Alex. I love you, as well, but I have to stop marrying everyone at some point and I think three wives is a good amount.
Now I've got that out of my system, I need to share with you people my obsession with this TV show about Australian border patrol (and also my terror of those dogs...they can smell EVERYTHING). Also, Thank you JAKE for making my abdomen look so darned pretty these days.
Now. Who wants to sex me up all over this weekend?
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| Quarter life crisis anyone? |
[01 Mar 2012|11:11pm] |
So, lately I just feel plain weird about stuff. (I spent a while trying to think of a good way to start this entry and then I figured, fuck it.) I don't know what's up with me; usually I really don't care that much about things but I've been...I don't know, reflecting on everything. My life, mostly. I'm 24 years old. I've had one 'serious' relationship. It lasted just over 2 months. I may never again meet someone willing to spend even that long with me. I have no idea what kind of signal I give off to guys but sometimes I feel as though I have 'friendzone' tattooed on my forehead. I live alone with my dog. I work in a record store and I love it, but sometimes I feel bad about loving it. I'm the only person I know who didn't even attempt to attend a college. I barely graduated High School. These are all things that until recently were insignificant. Lately, I'm feeling like it might be time to at least think about growing up. Maybe.
Or maybe I should just start a band. Any takers?
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| Blah blah. |
[16 Feb 2012|10:36pm] |
So I'm stuck at work, and it's fairly quiet, and I just...I don't know, would rather be anywhere else?
So entertain me people.
I'm online (THEsaintruby). Or, you know. Here is good.
What are you guys up to tonight? And if whatever you're doing sucks, where would you rather be?
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| Shoot me through the heart already. |
[14 Feb 2012|09:05pm] |
So. That magical day is here again. You know, the one where everyone loses their minds and suddenly it matters whether or not you're with someone. I find it a little ridiculous - I mean, doesn't it mean more to perform some sweeping, surprise romantic gesture on a random day throughout the year, rather than when capitalism tells you to?
I don't know...it makes sense to me. Maybe not to most of the rest of the world so...happy VDay to all of you, attached and happy, single and glad, or single and effing miserable. Remember guys, it's just another day <3
So why am I so fucking stuck on it?
Me? I'm spending it with the one I love.
My dog.
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| Saturday Night |
[04 Feb 2012|01:57pm] |
Hey.
So...it's Saturday night tonight and I need to know if there is anything happening to which I can gatecrash and get wasted like a boss.
Alternatively, if anyone wants to get stupid with me just Holla.
I'm not staying home tonight, people. Don't make Ruby drink alone.
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| Control? Yep, I'm completely out of that... |
[30 Jan 2012|02:46pm] |
Do you ever wonder what the Hell you're actually doing?
I left Seattle for a few reasons. I moved to Providence at random. I thought that away from everything I was leaving behind, somehow I would be different - which is silly I know. You can run away from a lot of things, but yourself is never one of them. So I shouldn't really be surprised that it only took me this long to get back to my old self-destructive ways.
Living alone is my new excuse. I always have one. This weekend I went home with someone whose name I still don't know because, so I tell myself, I didn't want to go home to my empty apartment. I know it's not true though, really. I didn't live alone in Seattle. I have my dog here for company. (Before you wonder, I was home by 7am to feed him, and I would never leave him for longer than the 10 or so unplanned hours overnight that I was gone this time around. Please don't judge me, I'm already judging myself. Poor doggy.) Still. I was on a ferocious mission to oblivion and it's scary how little control I have over myself sometimes. I can't belive some of the things we did. I pretty much am turning into my mother and I'm not sure how not to. I'm afraid of myself sometimes.
So. This is my Monday morning question to you, Providence.
Has there ever been a period in your life when you've been completely off the rails? Did you find your way back to the kind of life you wanted?
( Private to Toby )
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| The Other Team. |
[27 Jan 2012|03:15pm] |
So, Monica's paintball team is going to need a team to do ferocious battle with.
I decided to start one.
This might be the worst idea I've ever had. I suck at sports. I'm small and unimposing and I probably can't run very fast or shoot straight. I will probably also be hungover on the day of any and all matches.
If you care about winning, join the other team! If you don't, you can be on my team.
Also, any rivalry is supposed to be strictly friendly. It's all meant to be fun, right? So if anyone is even interested in making an ass of themselves with me ineptly captaining them, I honestly wish Monica's team the very best of luck in swiftly defeating us. =)
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| Application for a date. |
[26 Jan 2012|09:56pm] |
I saw this and found it kind of novel, and, because I'm secretly a sucker for these nerdy, quirky sorts of things, I also found it very cute.
So, Providence. What's the cutest or most novel way you've ever asked someone out on a date or let them know that you like them? Have you ever been tempted to do something like that but chickened out at the last moment? I'm having a slow day and I'm curious now about how common this sort of thing is... :)
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| I'm a mommy! |
[23 Jan 2012|10:00pm] |
World; I would like to formally introduce you to Lestrange.
He seems to be making himself at home just fine. I'm already in love with him, and he already knows which face he needs to make to render me incapable of not scratching his tummy.
I'm even still entertained by the way his pudgy face makes him splash water everywhere when he drinks.
Yep. I'm smitten. <3
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| Monumental life-changing decision. |
[22 Jan 2012|11:59am] |
At the moment I live alone. I left the best roommate ever in Seattle and until she sees sense and moves to Providence to resume the good times, I'm not gonna try and fill her shoes. I'm awkward about who I live with, a total pain in the ass, and she was one of he few people on this planet with the patience not to try and smother me in my sleep or something.
However. It has recently come to my attention that I'm lonely this is what is missing from my life.
I'm serious. I understand the gravity of this responsibility. A doggy is for life. Don't think I haven't considered the fact that I'm taking responsibility for an entire life. I get it.
Who wants to come to the shelter tomorrow and help unite me with my future life partner?
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| Early Morning Distortion = Win! |
[17 Jan 2012|02:32pm] |
Seriously. It's stupid am on a Tuesday morning, and nobody needs CDs at this hour. This is made evident by the fact that I have seen one customer in the past half hour and he was pretty much just scouting out the place for porn DVDs. Gross. I sent him on his way as nicely as I could manage despite being more affronted by his silliness than his objective. I mean - we don't even look like the kind of 'record store' that sells porno, and really, pal, that's what the internet is for.
SO. All that's keeping me alive right now is a strong cup of coffee and a playlist consisting of lots of L7, Bikini Kill and The Distillers on random.
I'm bored as Hell.
People - help me fix this?
Edit: I'm signed on. THEsaintruby. Have at it if your day is going slowly like mine.
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| OOC |
[06 Jan 2012|10:32am] |
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Plot/brainstorm/ooc contact here!
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| BAD IN THE BLOOD (I'M TELLING YOU 'CAUSE I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW ME...) |
[20 Apr 2011|10:37pm] |
(Please try to)
REACH ME HERE:
Voicemail - SMS - Email - IM
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| TROUBLE IN (MY) TOWN |
[20 Apr 2011|09:30pm] |
The winding tale of Ruby Saint;
There are few things more challenging to overcome than having to live down someone else’s reputation. If that reputation happens to be your mother’s, and the scandal that caused it related to the circumstances of your birth – well, it’s even harder to escape from. That brush had tarred you before you were even born. That’s what Ruby Saint has always been up against.
Her conception and birth caused a scandal in her part of town; it even made the local paper (Her grandmother showed her the clippings on more than one occasion as a warning against where sinful actions could lead..). Her mother was a 14 year old Catholic girl, her father a teacher at Holy Names Academy. Ruby was raised by her grandmother – a strict Catholic woman determined that her granddaughter would grow up with better values than her delinquent mother. Of course, this was the narrow view of a woman ruled by her short-sighted faith, and if Ruby’s mother hadn’t been the troublemaker she was painted as before she gave birth to Ruby, she certainly became so afterward. Ruby’s earliest memories of her mother are of the smell of cigarette smoke and her leather jacket, whiskey breath and slurred speech in the early mornings. Of a figure who would eat breakfast with her, let her watch TV, then sleep all day, and vanish someplace in the evenings. She remembers staring out of her bedroom window watching the fascinating woman who was more like a half absentee older sister than a mother get into varying vehicles with varying groups of people.
This went on until Ruby started High School, also at Holy Names Academy. Until then she had been relatively well-protected from her mother’s reputation; she had never seen anything she did as bad, just interesting and exciting – the red lipstick, pouches of tobacco. When her mother had finally been evicted from their home, Ruby had missed her terribly, and balked at the rule of her grandmother, so much firmer than the indulgent ideas her mother had about raising a child. Still, despite the years in between, it was during her time at the same High School that had failed her mother that Ruby really began to lash out at the chains that insisted on binding her. A lot of the other kids knew of her mother, and Ruby found out the hard way that through their eyes she was the daughter of a ‘whore’, a ‘drunk’, a ‘skank’. The day some kid called her mother those words, was the day Ruby got into her first fight. It was certainly a turning point.
From then on, school was a battleground, lines drawn in the sand. Nobody was allowed to get away with slights on Ruby Saint’s mother, and criticising the woman Ruby still idealised was a byword for requesting a fight. It wasn’t long before she had earned her own reputation. Ruby the tough girl. Ruby the girl who skipped classes to smoke with her friends and get drunk. Ruby the girl who was just like her mother.
Only it wasn’t quite true. Ruby’s mother had been pushed over the edge by people who assumed she had already jumped. Ruby was pre-empting the world by jumping before they could push her. When her grandmother gave up on raising her ‘right’, Ruby moved in with her mother and enjoyed a lifestyle with no restrictions. Her mother was too far gone to lay down the law to her wayward daughter. The fact that Ruby graduated high school at all was down to the fact that she wanted to, and so heeded her final warnings, and showed up to enough classes to pass. She could have made excellent grades; she was smart enough, but she scraped a diploma, figuring it was the same difference all said and done. She had never planned on college.
Nowadays, Ruby works at a small indie record store buried in a distant corner of the mall downtown. They specialise in punk, hardcore and metal music, and have a section entirely dedicated to local acts. There is a small, tight knit staff, and the job suits Ruby down to the ground. Sitting around for eight hours a day, five days a week playing her favourite bands full blast and talking music with likeminded kids? Yes please!
She currently co-occupies an apartment with her best friend, the lovely (and very tolerant/easily entertained by her antics) Paige, and lists experimenting with feedback and guitar distortion among her hobbies. Fortunately, Paige enjoys these experiments enough to consent to partaking in the Great Band Experiment – a process by which the two girls and whomever they choose to invite that weekend jam together in the search for the ultimate bandmates. So far? The search continues…
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