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How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again

[‘Insensitive’ – Jann Arden]
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[Locked]

1. He's going to accidentally run over his dog.

2. She has cancer.

3. They will find her little girl. Too late.

4. He finds a better job.

5. She loses her cell phone for the tenth time.

6. Lotto Winner, ten bucks.

7. Crayons in the dryer. Again.

8. He's gay.

9. She wants a divorce.

10. He's going to go home, eat dinner, put the kids to bed and then kill himself.
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Five Questions from the Irish Tigger:


1. What is your favorite flavor in the Tasty food group?

Mint Chocolate Chip. If we're talking Marble Slab though...gummy bears and fresh pineapple in vanilla bean.

2. Do you have a favorite author or genre of books?

Dean Koontz for the creepy/wacky, Barbara Taylor Bradford for the ridiculously romantic, Margaret Atwood for the intelligent women, J.R.R. Tolkien for the fantastic, Philip K Dick for the fascinating. That said, I'll read almost anything.

3. Conversely, what has been published in recent years that you absolutely loathe?

Twilight. I'll skip over the subject matter and the utterly ridiculous notion that all little girls need to find a creepy stalker of an abusive man to be complete (omg and have babies)--or I won't as evidenced by my little tirade, and just focus on the fact that it is poorly written prose and that the author needs a dictionary, thesaurus and a reality check. No, I will not carry nor will I order her books for anyone. Ever.

4. Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me?

Only about a million.

5. What sort of proposition are you ... proposing?

That we go get something from the Tasty Food Group and catch up since I haven't seen you in a while.

OOC Meme

Dec. 22nd, 2008 11:30 pm
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If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?
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Say hello to my little friend...

She's actually not in there right now, she's chilling out in the bathroom where I am running myself a very hot bath and it's nice and steamy in there. Girl's night in. Hot bath, candles, good music, chilled wine...

All of you are severely jealous. Admit it now and I won't rub it in any longer.
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The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
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AIM, I have it.

noballneeded

Not that I expect anyone to need it, but there you go.


Chantal will respond in character should she be IMed.
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TEN FAVORITES
01. Televison show: I like Lost, but it isn't on until February, I think. Oh, I also love watching Dalziel and Pascoe
02. Flower: Black-eyed Susans
03. Color: Green
04. Sport: Golf
05. Picture of yourself:
Photobucket Notice, I am wearing boots. My sister made me. It was agony. My poor feets.
06. Music: folk
07. Food: vegetables
08. Season: Summer
09. Animal: Snake, ball python. Though I have to say that ferrets are a close second
10. Quote: “Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.”


TEN FACTS
01. Hometown: Santa Barbara
02. Hair color: Brown
03. Hair length:Varies
04. Hair style: Untamed
05. Eye color: Brown
06. Shoe size: 8 1/2
07. Mood: Lonely
08. Orientation: I have one, yes
09. Available?: NO
10. Lefty/righty: Right.

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
01. Have you ever been in love: Yes.
02. Do you believe in love: I do
03. Why did your last relationship fail? Because of me
04. Have you ever been heartbroken?: See above
05. Have you ever broken someone's heart: I think I have
06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend: No.
07. Have you ever loved someone but never told them: Yes
08. Are you afraid of commitment: No.
09. Do you have a secret admirer: That's be hilarious
10. Do you believe in love at first sight: No.

TEN THINGS: THIS OR THAT
01. Love or money: Money is easier
02. Hard liquor or beer: Hard stuff
04. One night stands or relationships: Neither
05. Television or internet: Internet
06. Pepsi or coke: Sprite
07. Wild night out or romantic night in: No.
08. Colored or black and white pictures: Both
09. Phone or in person: In person.
10. AIM or myspace: AIM.

TEN EMOTIONS
01. Are you missing someone right now: Not someone, no.
02. Are you happy: Mellow
03. Are you talking to anyone right now: My snake-girl. I think she's sleeping though.
04. Are you bored: No.
05. Are you German: No.
06. Are you Irish: No.
07. Are you French: In part.
08. Are you Italian: No.
09. Are your parents still married: Never were
10. Do you like someone right now: I like a lot of people.
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Dear Tadhg:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head in your camping car and I saw you drive out my avocado plant. I'm sure you're high enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning your love letters to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about the embarrassing rash .

Your everlasting enemy,
Chan

No, really...it's because your hot chocolate sucks. )
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!. Knitting

@. Walking on Stilts

#. Unicycle riding

$. Rubik's Cube Speed Solving

%. Skiing

^. Doing crosswords in ink

&. Being able to sleep standing up would be neat

*. Making sugar cookie dough

♥. Drawing

♦. Programing my DVD/VCR

I can already juggle, so I guess THAT's my lot, eh?
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It’s safe to say I don’t desire//Everything you push inside my head//And I’ll reject it until I’m dead

Bumping shoulders on a busy street, someone patting her back as they try to maneuver through crowded room, a sudden kiss hello from a friend, handshake from a random stranger, someone stepping on her foot. The brief contact had little to no impact on these people; most of them didn’t even acknowledge it happened, but for Chantal…

By the time she got home Chantal’s jaw was clenched and her head throbbing. Emotionally, she was reeling from the absolute overload the minute contact had subjected her to: the flashes of lives she either knew nothing about or in one case, knew far too much already. Imagery and feelings, voices and sounds, places and events…none of it in any logical, sequential order and none of it wanted. Someone was cheating and going to be caught, another was going to learn they are pregnant; a man is going to win the lottery…but not the jackpot. A young woman is going to end her life over too much financial debt, someone is laughing hysterically while another person weeps inconsolably. Weddings, funerals, found house keys, broken nails, postcards from abroad, stubbed toes, burned cookies…

The important and the frivolous all mixed up and mingled together into something almost unintelligible until she found herself in the relative silence of her living room. It was only then that things began to filter and sort themselves out, making the pictures a bit clearer and easier to interpret. She was able to assign voices to the proper faces and match locations to events and people. Chantal was also able to actually breathe without panic and think without pain. Alone, she was able to separate herself, her mind, her present from the future noise of her clairvoyant gathering.

Alone, she was able to reason away justification for ignoring the information, forcing herself to forget and disregard. Telling herself she had no right to mettle or get involved. That she’d be accused of being crazy or worse should she even try. Reminding herself that this is why she was better off maintaining her solitary lifestyle. She didn’t want this, the responsibility or the power, the temptation to influence the world, lives, the plans the universe has already made.

All she wanted was a bottle of aspirin and a nap. And to forget.

Chantal Weller//OC//381
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So, apparently my iPod can predict the major theme of the current month just by hitting shuffle. This is what it came up with:

Love's Closin' In On Me
Tommy James, Mike Vale, Ritchie Cordell, and Bo Gentry
transcribed by Stephen Laug

Something is happening inside me.
Something is starting to excite me.
Think I'm on the edge of disaster.
I think I feel my heart beating faster
Every time I look at you;
Every time I see you looking, too.

Chorus
Love's closin' in on me and I can feel it.
Love's closin' in on me and I can feel it.
Love's closin' in on, yeah, it's closin' in on
Love is closin' in on me.

Seems as if I'm losin' control of
Feelings inside I'm trying not to show; love
Could be a groovy situation.
I get a new sensation
Every time I look at you;
Every time I see you looking, too.
repeat chorus

Every time I look at you;
Every time I see you looking, too.
Love's closin' in on me and I can feel it.

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This is the "how's my driving?" meme.

So, I don't know anyone who doesn't feel like they aren't getting enough feedback. So... let's give some. What do you like about my pup? What do you think could be improved? What things about them do you not understand that you'd like elaborated on?
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Chantal pulled her car, a boxy little BMW too old to be considered a flashy vehicle, into the driveway of the address Tadhg MacEibhir had given her. It was quarter to ten on Saturday morning and she was more than a little eager to check out the ball python he was willing to place in her care.
Titania. Queen of the Faeries.
Reptilian diva, more likely, she mused as she got out of the car, wiggled her feet back into her flip flops and stood looking at the house before her.

He said ten, she had a few minutes to spare and to compose herself. Meeting new people was something she both enjoyed and dreaded. It was great getting to know someone, fun to make a connection, make a friend...it was also entirely uncomfortable and awkward when it came to basic niceties like shaking hands and making casual contact. She hoped he wouldn't think her rude or some maladjusted introvert if she tried to forgo being hands-on with anyone but the snake.

Chantal smiled again. A pet. Something she could pick up, handle, caress and not have to worry about finding the unexpected. It never worked with animals, only people. People other than herself. There's irony for you. See the future for everyone else but your own is nothing but a black void. Some talent.

She shook herself and made her way to the front door, rang the bell once and then knocked.
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Bold the ones that are true for you. Elaborate if you feel it is necessary.

Appearance:

I am 5'4 or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes.
I have several scars.
I tan easily.

very long, long thing )
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♥ See a man about his snake.
♣ Find a magician to get the spoon out of my garbage disposal, sucker's stuck in there good.
◘ See if anyone needs/wants a bag full of avocados and lemons.
♠ Print up signs stating that I do not and will not carry the Twilight series of books in my shop.
♦ BOGO flip flops!
♥ Teach Sandra how to prepare eggplant that is edible. Slice it and let it sweat, woman.

And um...anyone care to explain what this means?
See my brainscanner results
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Things to know about Chantal:

She’s 35, 5’6” and moderately athletic

Yes, that hair is naturally curly and it irritates her to no end some days

The inventory of her bookstore is ever-changing, as are her interests and obsessions.

Palm reading is only part of what she does, a bit of a cover for just how strong some of her intuition and flashes of insight can be.

She cannot see into her own future, she refers to this as a Cosmic Insurance Policy though she doesn’t know how or why it works this way.

She doesn’t discuss this ‘gift’ very often. Most days she doesn’t even want it.

She considers herself a vegetarian even thought she’ll binge on certain dairy products at times. Basically, she refuses to eat flesh (fowl, seafood and any other animal included)

Loves Santa Barbara, hates L.A. traffic and therefore tends to stay close to home.

Except for her annual trip to Disneyland. And she may be the only person over the age of three to look forward to and enjoy It’s A Small World.

She is a neat freak, a place for everything and everything in its place.

To date, she owns no less that 47 pairs of flip flops. They are the footwear of choice because it’s as close as she can get to going into places of business barefoot. The ‘flops range from dollar store tacky to what she considers upscale and formal.
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