http://www.lizzard.net/SuperS/downloads/index.html
The infamous live-action American Sailormoon trailer.
Words do not do it's horrific nature justice.
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Ahem...
Damn cow.
::hits the mirror::
Damn cow.
::hits the mirror::
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This entire week has been off. I've been losing all self control (and not in the "my girlfriend has a pierced tongue sort of way" a la Willow) (except... ew, a girlfriend?) and half of that nice peach-tart in the fridge was consumed by me.
Over eating's a bitch. Now I feel sleepy again.
So the counters are finally installed, but the kitchen still smells slightly of that adhesive they used. Yesterday we had a plumber come over to install the water works on the new sink... and holy hell the man was hot. He looked like a cuter version of Mr. Born from school. Damn.
I haven't been on AIM in the longest time. I need to talk to people online because I need someone to talk to and stuff... yes.
But I can't get in touch with anyone today since I'll be out in the effing sun for FIVE FRIGGIN' HOURS with sis waiting for the Good Charlotte concert to start. Man... there's gonna be so many annoying people there ever since the band got bigger. Grrr.
We're packing fans, sun block, a deck of cards, and a cd player. Yeppers.
Today will definitely be bad.
Over eating's a bitch. Now I feel sleepy again.
So the counters are finally installed, but the kitchen still smells slightly of that adhesive they used. Yesterday we had a plumber come over to install the water works on the new sink... and holy hell the man was hot. He looked like a cuter version of Mr. Born from school. Damn.
I haven't been on AIM in the longest time. I need to talk to people online because I need someone to talk to and stuff... yes.
But I can't get in touch with anyone today since I'll be out in the effing sun for FIVE FRIGGIN' HOURS with sis waiting for the Good Charlotte concert to start. Man... there's gonna be so many annoying people there ever since the band got bigger. Grrr.
We're packing fans, sun block, a deck of cards, and a cd player. Yeppers.
Today will definitely be bad.
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This is so typical. I try to write a nice, sympathetic and non-biting letter and essay...
and everyone decides to become very irritating
So now I have to put off writing the letter (again) since I don't want it to sound the least bit offensive.
Right now my CD player is turned up to maximum volume because I can't stand listening to my grandma go on about fats and cholesterols and my dad getting a heart attack because he golfs to keep off the weight.
Let's not forget sister who, by asking question after rhetorical question, has reverted herself back to a nice 2nd grader.
This is burning my nerves raw. I wanted to be all nice and elated today since Liz (once again) visited the campus. She's so awesome, but Casey's an idiot for getting her sent away like that. Idiot.
... Maybe this bad mood started when I made a serious attempt to strangle myself during the ride back home. I had my nice confederate shirt (that I made for history since I was playing the part of Woodrow Wilson) wrapped tightly around my neck as my face quickly turned several shades.
Why was I strangling myself? Dad was singing "It's getting hot in here" in one of the most annoying accents... Scratch that, in multiple annoying accents.
I prefer suffocation/unconsciousness to listening to that noise.
and everyone decides to become very irritating
So now I have to put off writing the letter (again) since I don't want it to sound the least bit offensive.
Right now my CD player is turned up to maximum volume because I can't stand listening to my grandma go on about fats and cholesterols and my dad getting a heart attack because he golfs to keep off the weight.
Let's not forget sister who, by asking question after rhetorical question, has reverted herself back to a nice 2nd grader.
This is burning my nerves raw. I wanted to be all nice and elated today since Liz (once again) visited the campus. She's so awesome, but Casey's an idiot for getting her sent away like that. Idiot.
... Maybe this bad mood started when I made a serious attempt to strangle myself during the ride back home. I had my nice confederate shirt (that I made for history since I was playing the part of Woodrow Wilson) wrapped tightly around my neck as my face quickly turned several shades.
Why was I strangling myself? Dad was singing "It's getting hot in here" in one of the most annoying accents... Scratch that, in multiple annoying accents.
I prefer suffocation/unconsciousness to listening to that noise.
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Ahem.
Merovingian:And all this coming from a man modeled to resemble the Merovingian lineage. Joy.
I love French wine. Like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favourite. Fantastic languge. Especially to curse with.
Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de conard d'enculé de ta mère.
It's like wiping your ass with silk.
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I'M 82.5% X-rated. HOW HORNY ARE YOU?
Jesus Christ... oh cruel fate.
(and now, because I thrive on instability and I know I have a gift for utterly jinxing/fucking myself over...)
I haven't been this peaceful/ stable/ effing NORMAL (emotionally, anyways) in at least a decade. Pre-kindergarten and all. It's scary, especially since my slight tendency to procrastinate has been growing exponentially into a full-blown slacker syndrome.
cannot. focus. must. get. work. done...
h-iiiiiiiiiii~
Jesus Christ... oh cruel fate.
(and now, because I thrive on instability and I know I have a gift for utterly jinxing/fucking myself over...)
I haven't been this peaceful/ stable/ effing NORMAL (emotionally, anyways) in at least a decade. Pre-kindergarten and all. It's scary, especially since my slight tendency to procrastinate has been growing exponentially into a full-blown slacker syndrome.
cannot. focus. must. get. work. done...
h-iiiiiiiiiii~
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So yeah, good bye video-game celibacy. Seriously, I haven't gotten a new game since Silent Hill 2, and that was 2 years ago.
Want proof that I needed new distractions? I've been playing FFX so much that I've accumulated over 200 hours of gameplay and I've max-out and discovered all secrets and stats.
Which is why (rejoice, rejoice) I got two new games that I've been lusting after for a bit: Guilty Gear X2 and Enter the Matrix.
Guilty Gear X2 is potentially more insane than the first game, and that's saying a lot. Still, gorgeous.
Enter the Matrix is surprisingly good, considering that it's a rushed game. Seriously, some of the cut scenes (the non-live-action ones) look like they belong to an early 90's music video. But yeah, I already finished half of the game, and I know all these nifty side-stories about the movie. Uber-coolness.
And c'mon, you know it's awesome when you can kick Trinity's ass in a pseudo-Japanese rock garden.
The summer is definitely needed.
Want proof that I needed new distractions? I've been playing FFX so much that I've accumulated over 200 hours of gameplay and I've max-out and discovered all secrets and stats.
Which is why (rejoice, rejoice) I got two new games that I've been lusting after for a bit: Guilty Gear X2 and Enter the Matrix.
Guilty Gear X2 is potentially more insane than the first game, and that's saying a lot. Still, gorgeous.
Enter the Matrix is surprisingly good, considering that it's a rushed game. Seriously, some of the cut scenes (the non-live-action ones) look like they belong to an early 90's music video. But yeah, I already finished half of the game, and I know all these nifty side-stories about the movie. Uber-coolness.
And c'mon, you know it's awesome when you can kick Trinity's ass in a pseudo-Japanese rock garden.
The summer is definitely needed.
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Two rather odd dreams today (both dreamt sometime between 12:00pm and 7:00pm). On the plus side, both were near-lucid.
#1: I'm in the middle of cleaning my room when I get a phone call, so I reach over to my phone and answer it. (note: no phone line in room, so I already knew I wasn't awake) It's him. We chat for a bit before he goes completely silent. Meanwhile, I'm still rearranging items in my room... when I start hearing soft moans. They're just barely audible, but I raised the volume of the phone just to hear. Silence. Then, he says: "There. We're even now." Click.
#2: (This is after I finish actually cleaning my room in real life) For some reason, I'm in a room with a bunch of friends and we're all perched at various high-altitudes. Underneath us is this relatively-bare tree with equally bare people on it. The people are performing this bizarre girating/dance and song number (a la "Dirrty" or that one scene from Celine Dion's new show) while my friends and I look on. I spot one of the dancers and, smirking, I say to myself: "Oh, big boy..!" At the end of their little dance number, we (descend?) to the ground where I chat with Flavey for a bit about the performance. Then, the dancer that I was looking at comes over to us, grabs me by the hand, and drags me into a miscellanous corner...
Then sis woke me up because she wanted to use some of my turpentine.
Still haven't finished all of my homework, but at least I'll be more or less unburdened this final week of school.
#1: I'm in the middle of cleaning my room when I get a phone call, so I reach over to my phone and answer it. (note: no phone line in room, so I already knew I wasn't awake) It's him. We chat for a bit before he goes completely silent. Meanwhile, I'm still rearranging items in my room... when I start hearing soft moans. They're just barely audible, but I raised the volume of the phone just to hear. Silence. Then, he says: "There. We're even now." Click.
#2: (This is after I finish actually cleaning my room in real life) For some reason, I'm in a room with a bunch of friends and we're all perched at various high-altitudes. Underneath us is this relatively-bare tree with equally bare people on it. The people are performing this bizarre girating/dance and song number (a la "Dirrty" or that one scene from Celine Dion's new show) while my friends and I look on. I spot one of the dancers and, smirking, I say to myself: "Oh, big boy..!" At the end of their little dance number, we (descend?) to the ground where I chat with Flavey for a bit about the performance. Then, the dancer that I was looking at comes over to us, grabs me by the hand, and drags me into a miscellanous corner...
Then sis woke me up because she wanted to use some of my turpentine.
Still haven't finished all of my homework, but at least I'll be more or less unburdened this final week of school.
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To show that yes, I have been doing my work this four-day weekend:
Karen with extra-volumized hair.
Mike with enlarged features (curse you digital camera!).
Half of the other portraits are dry, so I'll soon be going over those with colored oil paints. But first, I have to survive the stress of finals week (urgh).
Karen with extra-volumized hair.
Mike with enlarged features (curse you digital camera!).
Half of the other portraits are dry, so I'll soon be going over those with colored oil paints. But first, I have to survive the stress of finals week (urgh).
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"Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs."
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Yesterday I went out with Haley again. We walked around the "lake" trying to entice the ducks to come closer with promises of food and subtle quacking. There were these two white ducks that followed us 'round the edge of the water, and one was definitely a male duck defending his mate. He was even scaring away several ducks that came too close. I thought it was sweet.
We walked up to the mini-pier/ramp and noticed that there was something nice and big underneath the water just shy of the pier. Then I noticed that it was a former section of the floating ramp thingy, so we decided to get off of it and back onto dry land.
Drank a bit at Starbucks while I attempted to draw him (but he couldn't keep still for too long) and he licked the caramel and brown sugar from my hand.
Went to Borders (just next door) where he showed me his favorite surrealist artist and we oogled over graphic design books and hand-held computers from the 80's.
Afterwards... well...
Dammit, I still smell like him.
And I doubt I'll be able to get out of the house today. Need to get a hold of Nico so I can tell him that I won't be able to make it to the party.
We walked up to the mini-pier/ramp and noticed that there was something nice and big underneath the water just shy of the pier. Then I noticed that it was a former section of the floating ramp thingy, so we decided to get off of it and back onto dry land.
Drank a bit at Starbucks while I attempted to draw him (but he couldn't keep still for too long) and he licked the caramel and brown sugar from my hand.
Went to Borders (just next door) where he showed me his favorite surrealist artist and we oogled over graphic design books and hand-held computers from the 80's.
Afterwards... well...
Dammit, I still smell like him.
And I doubt I'll be able to get out of the house today. Need to get a hold of Nico so I can tell him that I won't be able to make it to the party.
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last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake. last night was a mistake.
(Maybe if I say it often enough, I'll forget that it happened.)
Yes, my confidence level has dropped down significantly. I should have never walked out of the house when I did.
(Maybe if I say it often enough, I'll forget that it happened.)
Yes, my confidence level has dropped down significantly. I should have never walked out of the house when I did.
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I didn't get the scholarship for this summer.
Stuck in this desert with all its (now developing) bad memories.
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Tyler, you should be here with Halley and I.
Halley, you should stay in Vegas a little bit longer.
Stuck in this desert with all its (now developing) bad memories.
...
Tyler, you should be here with Halley and I.
Halley, you should stay in Vegas a little bit longer.
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So... Buffy is now over. Yeah, I think Buffy went complete Gensou Suikoden; the series should have ended with season 5. Season 6 tried too hard to bring Buffy into the real world, and season 7 just tried to do too much in one season.
Hopefully Angel's new season will be much better (especially since it's been better than its predecessor lately).
I'll give Joss one thing: he knows how to keep the fans happy. In other words: the series ends with a very open finale. Thus, fanfic writers can carry the series farther and beyond where it ended.
Erm... yeah, ate too much again tonight.
Hopefully Angel's new season will be much better (especially since it's been better than its predecessor lately).
I'll give Joss one thing: he knows how to keep the fans happy. In other words: the series ends with a very open finale. Thus, fanfic writers can carry the series farther and beyond where it ended.
Erm... yeah, ate too much again tonight.
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Your Existing Situation
Active, but feels that insufficient progress or reward is being made for the effort exerted.
Your Stress Sources
Unfulfilled hopes have led to uncertainty and apprehension. Needs to feel secure and to avoid any further disappointment, and fears being passed over or losing standings and prestige. Doubts that things will be any better in the future and this negative attitude leads him to make exaggerated demands and to refuse to make reasonable compromises.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Feels he is receiving less than his share, but that he will have to conform and make the best of his situation.
Circumstances are forcing him to compromise, to restrain his demands and hopes, and to forgo for the time being some of the things he wants.
Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.
Your Desired Objective
Longs for tenderness and for a sensitivity of feeling into which he can blend. Responsive to anything esthetic and tasteful.
Your Actual Problem
Disappointment at the non-fulfillment of his hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety. He is trying to escape from this into a peaceful and harmonious relationship, protecting him from dissatisfaction and lack of appreciation.
Active, but feels that insufficient progress or reward is being made for the effort exerted.
Your Stress Sources
Unfulfilled hopes have led to uncertainty and apprehension. Needs to feel secure and to avoid any further disappointment, and fears being passed over or losing standings and prestige. Doubts that things will be any better in the future and this negative attitude leads him to make exaggerated demands and to refuse to make reasonable compromises.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Feels he is receiving less than his share, but that he will have to conform and make the best of his situation.
Circumstances are forcing him to compromise, to restrain his demands and hopes, and to forgo for the time being some of the things he wants.
Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.
Your Desired Objective
Longs for tenderness and for a sensitivity of feeling into which he can blend. Responsive to anything esthetic and tasteful.
Your Actual Problem
Disappointment at the non-fulfillment of his hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety. He is trying to escape from this into a peaceful and harmonious relationship, protecting him from dissatisfaction and lack of appreciation.
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starseiya: Dumples?
HikariHerrsek: dumples *nods*
starseiya: erm... BM!
starseiya: and Fighter!
starseiya: (go 8-bit Theatre)
HikariHerrsek: jesus carpenter christ, dude, you're perfect
HikariHerrsek: you know... everything!
HikariHerrsek: dumples *nods*
starseiya: erm... BM!
starseiya: and Fighter!
starseiya: (go 8-bit Theatre)
HikariHerrsek: jesus carpenter christ, dude, you're perfect
HikariHerrsek: you know... everything!
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starseiya: beefcake is good...
HikariHerrsek: never had beefcake, myself
starseiya: yeah, me neither
starseiya: but it's nice to watch
HikariHerrsek: I don't suppose it does very much...
starseiya: naw
starseiya: it's just pretty
HikariHerrsek: really now? How so? decorative frosting?
HikariHerrsek: I suppose the frosting would have to be some sort of condiment...
starseiya: whip cream?
HikariHerrsek: Whip cream with beef?
HikariHerrsek: it's crazy enough to work!
HikariHerrsek: Sweet and savory...
starseiya: ... oh, actual beef
starseiya: I was thinking male-stripper beefcakes
starseiya: but... you do have a point
HikariHerrsek: Well now...
HikariHerrsek: in that case
starseiya: whip dream still?
starseiya: erm, cream?
HikariHerrsek: but of course
HikariHerrsek: ...or an edible pink thong.
HikariHerrsek: never had beefcake, myself
starseiya: yeah, me neither
starseiya: but it's nice to watch
HikariHerrsek: I don't suppose it does very much...
starseiya: naw
starseiya: it's just pretty
HikariHerrsek: really now? How so? decorative frosting?
HikariHerrsek: I suppose the frosting would have to be some sort of condiment...
starseiya: whip cream?
HikariHerrsek: Whip cream with beef?
HikariHerrsek: it's crazy enough to work!
HikariHerrsek: Sweet and savory...
starseiya: ... oh, actual beef
starseiya: I was thinking male-stripper beefcakes
starseiya: but... you do have a point
HikariHerrsek: Well now...
HikariHerrsek: in that case
starseiya: whip dream still?
starseiya: erm, cream?
HikariHerrsek: but of course
HikariHerrsek: ...or an edible pink thong.
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"Secretly" - Skunk Anasie
I've been biding my time, been so subtly kind,
I've got to think so selfishly,
'coz you're the face inside of me.
I've been biding my days,
you see, evidently it pays,
I've been a friend, with unbiased views,
and then secretly lust after you
So now you feel lusty, you're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
Trying hard to think pure, bloody hard when I'm raw,
you're talking out so sexually,
About boys and girls and your freakin' dreams.
So now you feel lusty, you're hot and confused.
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
So now you've been busted,
you're caught feeling used.
You had to do someone else,
you should have been by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly.
. . . . .
Sometimes, life should be like Cruel Intentions. All for pleasure and stimulation, and emotion can be the spicy condiment.
Expectations are not for the cynical.
As the mind-f*ck continues...
Didn't think that it could be possible, but I'm even more confused than before. Huh?
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Prom last night was great. Except that Haley's homophobic parents didn't appreciate the red lipstick I was wearing.
Half of the people there thought I was pretty. The other half wondered why the hell I wasn't working at La Cage.
And the dance floor was so small that everyone was crowded upon everyone else. Fun.
Haley and I took breathers by the pool while she complained about her long dress and I about boys who call at inconvenient times and another boy with her name.
I've been biding my time, been so subtly kind,
I've got to think so selfishly,
'coz you're the face inside of me.
I've been biding my days,
you see, evidently it pays,
I've been a friend, with unbiased views,
and then secretly lust after you
So now you feel lusty, you're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
Trying hard to think pure, bloody hard when I'm raw,
you're talking out so sexually,
About boys and girls and your freakin' dreams.
So now you feel lusty, you're hot and confused.
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
So now you've been busted,
you're caught feeling used.
You had to do someone else,
you should have been by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly.
. . . . .
Sometimes, life should be like Cruel Intentions. All for pleasure and stimulation, and emotion can be the spicy condiment.
Expectations are not for the cynical.
As the mind-f*ck continues...
Didn't think that it could be possible, but I'm even more confused than before. Huh?
. . . . .
Prom last night was great. Except that Haley's homophobic parents didn't appreciate the red lipstick I was wearing.
Half of the people there thought I was pretty. The other half wondered why the hell I wasn't working at La Cage.
And the dance floor was so small that everyone was crowded upon everyone else. Fun.
Haley and I took breathers by the pool while she complained about her long dress and I about boys who call at inconvenient times and another boy with her name.
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Tonight was... wow.
Well, I haven't done that in the longest time. Especially in the car...
But I had to stop before it got really serious; beyond heavy petting.
Greek boy Halley is so sweet. We found a slate of dry ice, and he put it into his pants so he wouldn't jump me.
Which is insane because I don't think I'm cute. Or hot. Or anything besides a facade. But he thought so, and that was amazing.
Still... it had to stop. He still had a boyfriend who he loves very much. It's just that his libido frequently takes over.
And I won't be the home-wrecker this time.
Tonight was amazing.
We started from hugging underneath the stars at the park, and he was desperate for human contact. So was I. Then it started with simple caresses and him caressing my neck with his warm breath. I trailed his own throat with my lips.
Then, pulling back, foreheads resting on eachother, I asked him if he was about to do something that he'll regret.
He shook his head.
I asked him if this was what he wanted.
He nodded.
And that's when our lips met.
When I got home, I thanked my dad for letting me go out tonight (even though I fabricated what I did a bit) and he said one of the best things he could ever say to me:
"I trust you. You're practically an adult anyways, and I know that I raised you not to do anything stupid."
. . . . .
Is it so wrong that we met because we were both lonely?
Or is it wrong that I fell for my own urges, possibly at the expense of his relationship with his boyfriend.
This is all so damned confusing.
Desire is fucking me over, and Fate is filming the entire scene.
Well, I haven't done that in the longest time. Especially in the car...
But I had to stop before it got really serious; beyond heavy petting.
Greek boy Halley is so sweet. We found a slate of dry ice, and he put it into his pants so he wouldn't jump me.
Which is insane because I don't think I'm cute. Or hot. Or anything besides a facade. But he thought so, and that was amazing.
Still... it had to stop. He still had a boyfriend who he loves very much. It's just that his libido frequently takes over.
And I won't be the home-wrecker this time.
Tonight was amazing.
We started from hugging underneath the stars at the park, and he was desperate for human contact. So was I. Then it started with simple caresses and him caressing my neck with his warm breath. I trailed his own throat with my lips.
Then, pulling back, foreheads resting on eachother, I asked him if he was about to do something that he'll regret.
He shook his head.
I asked him if this was what he wanted.
He nodded.
And that's when our lips met.
When I got home, I thanked my dad for letting me go out tonight (even though I fabricated what I did a bit) and he said one of the best things he could ever say to me:
"I trust you. You're practically an adult anyways, and I know that I raised you not to do anything stupid."
. . . . .
Is it so wrong that we met because we were both lonely?
Or is it wrong that I fell for my own urges, possibly at the expense of his relationship with his boyfriend.
This is all so damned confusing.
Desire is fucking me over, and Fate is filming the entire scene.
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VashTStampd: you know my theory on tuxedo mask right?
Star Seiya: nope
VashTStampd: ok so theres this guy, he goes out and gets drunk
VashTStampd: gets the idea hey, I should fight crime!
VashTStampd: with flowers!
VashTStampd: so he gets a costume, tuxedo and a mask, and goes out and fights crime with his flower of choice
VashTStampd: well he was drunk, so he blacks out
VashTStampd: forgets all aobut it
VashTStampd: but still has the idea in his ehad
VashTStampd: so every night he gets wastd and fights crime
VashTStampd: and thats why he can never remember the night before or why he's so tired
Star Seiya: makes sense
Star Seiya: nope
VashTStampd: ok so theres this guy, he goes out and gets drunk
VashTStampd: gets the idea hey, I should fight crime!
VashTStampd: with flowers!
VashTStampd: so he gets a costume, tuxedo and a mask, and goes out and fights crime with his flower of choice
VashTStampd: well he was drunk, so he blacks out
VashTStampd: forgets all aobut it
VashTStampd: but still has the idea in his ehad
VashTStampd: so every night he gets wastd and fights crime
VashTStampd: and thats why he can never remember the night before or why he's so tired
Star Seiya: makes sense
. . . . . posted:||6:45 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
starseiya: we don't have those here
starseiya: but! we do have Jitters
starseiya: and they give me extra shots of expresso because they like me!
HikariHerrsek: well, ya see
HikariHerrsek: at our cabin in Soda Springs, near tahoe...
starseiya: ... cabin?
HikariHerrsek: there's this tiny place, called Java Summit Sports
HikariHerrsek: yeah
HikariHerrsek: which is a combination sport shop / coffee shop
HikariHerrsek: and we're good friends with the owner, and get discounts and stuff
starseiya: ::seething, tumultuous rage a la Sauron's Eye::
HikariHerrsek: and he makes the best damned White Chocolate Mocha with two shots of chocolate
starseiya: again, lucky!
starseiya: mmmm....
starseiya: dammit, I'm hungry again!
starseiya: but! we do have Jitters
starseiya: and they give me extra shots of expresso because they like me!
HikariHerrsek: well, ya see
HikariHerrsek: at our cabin in Soda Springs, near tahoe...
starseiya: ... cabin?
HikariHerrsek: there's this tiny place, called Java Summit Sports
HikariHerrsek: yeah
HikariHerrsek: which is a combination sport shop / coffee shop
HikariHerrsek: and we're good friends with the owner, and get discounts and stuff
starseiya: ::seething, tumultuous rage a la Sauron's Eye::
HikariHerrsek: and he makes the best damned White Chocolate Mocha with two shots of chocolate
starseiya: again, lucky!
starseiya: mmmm....
starseiya: dammit, I'm hungry again!
. . . . . posted:||6:42 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Here's a summary of the week:
The Matrix was awesome. Coincidently, in the same theater was Christy and family, but sis and I were sitting at the opposite side of the room, so we didn't know they were there until after the fact.
Saw it again on Thursday afterschool with Em and Mike. The only time I'm ever really friends with him is during movies, and that's costing me $5 a time.
The guest speaker didn't show up for Pride Alliance this week. Typical, since we actually had a lot of people show up. Rather aggravating.
Next year I won't be the president of APC. I'm so glad that all of that stress is over and done with.
Cute greek boy and I were talking online when he initiated some cyber sex... but it was more like cyber foreplay. Not even that, I was just being a complete tease. Refreshing.
On the other IM, Tyler wants to lick me even more now that he knows that I'm an art major.
I hate desire. Everytime I begin expecting things to happen, or I become very hopeful, things just completely go to shite. Hate it.
Hardly any patience this week. So, if I seemed snappish, forgive me.
Sis was equally bitchy, so we didn't mesh well this week. Volatile situation, folks.
The portrait series isn't all peachy. I've been unhappy with some of the compositions, so I've had to restart several paintings already and postpone others until better references can be taken.
Ducks have, literally, been bathing in the sprinklers recently. I don't think the lake water is satisfying them.
"I don't love you, but I'll screw you until I find someone better."
The end of the year should be here already. And I think that I'll be taking summerschool at CCSN this year: Intro. to the Human Body and Psychology. Hopefully, I'll be able to use those credits for the honors science class I need to get the Principal's award.
At least I'm not crazy like Christine: she's taking some classes during the fall as well. Freak. But we love her.
I blame the lunar eclipse on all this weirdness.
The Matrix was awesome. Coincidently, in the same theater was Christy and family, but sis and I were sitting at the opposite side of the room, so we didn't know they were there until after the fact.
Saw it again on Thursday afterschool with Em and Mike. The only time I'm ever really friends with him is during movies, and that's costing me $5 a time.
The guest speaker didn't show up for Pride Alliance this week. Typical, since we actually had a lot of people show up. Rather aggravating.
Next year I won't be the president of APC. I'm so glad that all of that stress is over and done with.
Cute greek boy and I were talking online when he initiated some cyber sex... but it was more like cyber foreplay. Not even that, I was just being a complete tease. Refreshing.
On the other IM, Tyler wants to lick me even more now that he knows that I'm an art major.
I hate desire. Everytime I begin expecting things to happen, or I become very hopeful, things just completely go to shite. Hate it.
Hardly any patience this week. So, if I seemed snappish, forgive me.
Sis was equally bitchy, so we didn't mesh well this week. Volatile situation, folks.
The portrait series isn't all peachy. I've been unhappy with some of the compositions, so I've had to restart several paintings already and postpone others until better references can be taken.
Ducks have, literally, been bathing in the sprinklers recently. I don't think the lake water is satisfying them.
"I don't love you, but I'll screw you until I find someone better."
The end of the year should be here already. And I think that I'll be taking summerschool at CCSN this year: Intro. to the Human Body and Psychology. Hopefully, I'll be able to use those credits for the honors science class I need to get the Principal's award.
At least I'm not crazy like Christine: she's taking some classes during the fall as well. Freak. But we love her.
I blame the lunar eclipse on all this weirdness.
. . . . . posted:||6:38 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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I need eye drops badly.
So, these workers are coming tomorrow to tear up the counters because we're getting new ones put in (which means we get a new, steel sink instead of the porcelain one, and a dishwasher that works!) so all the cupboards are bare.
Tupperware and spices are all strewn about the dinning room, and the only thing on the counter that's left is the microwave.
At least there's a plus: grandma can't cook for two weeks while they're putting the counter on.
Tomorrow I get to see the Matrix: Reloaded at 10pm! Whoo! People should come to the Village Square theaters and watch it with me!
I'm tired and I need to take out my eyes and wash them since they're so damned dry.
Need coffee.
So, these workers are coming tomorrow to tear up the counters because we're getting new ones put in (which means we get a new, steel sink instead of the porcelain one, and a dishwasher that works!) so all the cupboards are bare.
Tupperware and spices are all strewn about the dinning room, and the only thing on the counter that's left is the microwave.
At least there's a plus: grandma can't cook for two weeks while they're putting the counter on.
Tomorrow I get to see the Matrix: Reloaded at 10pm! Whoo! People should come to the Village Square theaters and watch it with me!
I'm tired and I need to take out my eyes and wash them since they're so damned dry.
Need coffee.
. . . . . posted:||11:20 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
starseiya: try this: give me a word and I can relate it back to sex
ultra0384: hmm
ultra0384: cum
ultra0384: is that one too hard?
starseiya: hm... Cum is part of Alan Cumming's name, who had a tail in X-2, which is an appendage of several animals, which leads us to: bestiality
ultra0384: hehehe
starseiya: or just the slang for semen/ejaculation
ultra0384: try....
ultra0384: sex
starseiya: sex... is part of sextant, a unit measuring angles, and measurements are taken of the penis when erect, which leads to two boys measuring eachother's throbbing cocks
ultra0384: hehehe
ultra0384: yummy
ultra0384: :-D
ultra0384: try....
ultra0384: yummy asian boy
ultra0384: hehe
starseiya: that's easy
ultra0384: hehe\
starseiya: yummy asian boy is a remark made by Halley to me, and I'm into the occasional bondage and stuffing dead bodies severed into a luggage case, which is an indication of necrophillia
ultra0384: LOL
starseiya: thanks to Psychology class, I have a grasp of every single fetish on record
ultra0384: so ur a kinky boi too huh?
ultra0384: hehehe
ultra0384: hmm
ultra0384: cum
ultra0384: is that one too hard?
starseiya: hm... Cum is part of Alan Cumming's name, who had a tail in X-2, which is an appendage of several animals, which leads us to: bestiality
ultra0384: hehehe
starseiya: or just the slang for semen/ejaculation
ultra0384: try....
ultra0384: sex
starseiya: sex... is part of sextant, a unit measuring angles, and measurements are taken of the penis when erect, which leads to two boys measuring eachother's throbbing cocks
ultra0384: hehehe
ultra0384: yummy
ultra0384: :-D
ultra0384: try....
ultra0384: yummy asian boy
ultra0384: hehe
starseiya: that's easy
ultra0384: hehe\
starseiya: yummy asian boy is a remark made by Halley to me, and I'm into the occasional bondage and stuffing dead bodies severed into a luggage case, which is an indication of necrophillia
ultra0384: LOL
starseiya: thanks to Psychology class, I have a grasp of every single fetish on record
ultra0384: so ur a kinky boi too huh?
ultra0384: hehehe
. . . . . posted:||4:56 AM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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... with all these faces floating around, I have a feeling that they're freaking out the rest of the family. I've just reached that point where everything's laid out... and it all looks wrong. Damn.
. . . . . posted:||10:45 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
... I swear, I should be able to flirt this frequently and this well with guys in real life.
Currently talking to Halley (we'd do eachother sideways till saturday) and Tyler from CA (he wants to lick my shoulderblades).
But not a chance with either, so not even trying.
Currently talking to Halley (we'd do eachother sideways till saturday) and Tyler from CA (he wants to lick my shoulderblades).
But not a chance with either, so not even trying.
. . . . . posted:||10:33 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Something Corporate
1. Are you male or female?: "Babies of the 80's"
2. Describe yourself: "Walking By"
3. How do some people feel about you? "I'd Bomb Your Graduation"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Punk Rock Prince(ss)"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Hurricane"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Cavanaugh Park"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Anything Anything"
8. Describe how you live: "You Just Want to Waste My Time"
9. Describe how you love: "I Kissed a Drunk Girl"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "The Formal Weather Report"
John Mayer
1. Are you male or female?: "Man on the Side"
2. Describe yourself: "Not Myself"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Something's Missing"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "City Love"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Covered in Rain"
6. Where would you rather be? : "The Great Indoors"
7. Describe what you want to be: "St. Patrick's Day"
8. Describe how you live: "Why Did You Mess With Forever"
9. Describe how you love: "Love Song For No One"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "I'm Calling it Love Soon"
Fiona Apple
1. Are you male or female?: "I Know"
2. Describe yourself: "Slow Like Honey"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Mistake"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Love Ridden"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Fast As You Can"
6. Where would you rather be? : "On The Bound"
7. Describe what you want to be: "The First Taste"
8. Describe how you live: "The Way Things Are"
9. Describe how you love: "Please Send Me Someone To Love"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Never is a Promise"
Holcombe Waller
1. Are you male or female?: "Allen Baby"
2. Describe yourself: "In All Ways Your Casanova"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Monster"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Clean"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Twist"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Jerusalem"
7. Describe what you want to be: "To Be Beautiful"
8. Describe how you live: "Hands That Bathe"
9. Describe how you love: "Am I Not Your Hero?"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "These Younger Years"
1. Are you male or female?: "Babies of the 80's"
2. Describe yourself: "Walking By"
3. How do some people feel about you? "I'd Bomb Your Graduation"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Punk Rock Prince(ss)"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Hurricane"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Cavanaugh Park"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Anything Anything"
8. Describe how you live: "You Just Want to Waste My Time"
9. Describe how you love: "I Kissed a Drunk Girl"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "The Formal Weather Report"
John Mayer
1. Are you male or female?: "Man on the Side"
2. Describe yourself: "Not Myself"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Something's Missing"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "City Love"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Covered in Rain"
6. Where would you rather be? : "The Great Indoors"
7. Describe what you want to be: "St. Patrick's Day"
8. Describe how you live: "Why Did You Mess With Forever"
9. Describe how you love: "Love Song For No One"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "I'm Calling it Love Soon"
Fiona Apple
1. Are you male or female?: "I Know"
2. Describe yourself: "Slow Like Honey"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Mistake"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Love Ridden"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Fast As You Can"
6. Where would you rather be? : "On The Bound"
7. Describe what you want to be: "The First Taste"
8. Describe how you live: "The Way Things Are"
9. Describe how you love: "Please Send Me Someone To Love"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Never is a Promise"
Holcombe Waller
1. Are you male or female?: "Allen Baby"
2. Describe yourself: "In All Ways Your Casanova"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Monster"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Clean"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Twist"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Jerusalem"
7. Describe what you want to be: "To Be Beautiful"
8. Describe how you live: "Hands That Bathe"
9. Describe how you love: "Am I Not Your Hero?"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "These Younger Years"
. . . . . posted:||4:07 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
(again, taken from Steven)
Pick a band and answer only using that band's song titles:
ASH
1. Are you male or female?: "Sometimes"
2. Describe yourself: "A Life Less Ordinary"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Shark"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Submission"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Lose Control"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Dancing on the Moon"
7. Describe what you want to be: "World Domination"
8. Describe how you live: "Burn Baby Burn"
9. Describe how you love: "Lost in You"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "There's a Star"
While I was typing this, a baby spide cast down its thread and decided to present itself directly infront of my face. Right now it's hovering just before my right eye.
Yay.
Pick a band and answer only using that band's song titles:
ASH
1. Are you male or female?: "Sometimes"
2. Describe yourself: "A Life Less Ordinary"
3. How do some people feel about you? "Shark"
4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Submission"
5. How do you feel about yourself?: "Lose Control"
6. Where would you rather be? : "Dancing on the Moon"
7. Describe what you want to be: "World Domination"
8. Describe how you live: "Burn Baby Burn"
9. Describe how you love: "Lost in You"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "There's a Star"
While I was typing this, a baby spide cast down its thread and decided to present itself directly infront of my face. Right now it's hovering just before my right eye.
Yay.
. . . . . posted:||8:39 AM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Well, before I have to get ready and head to church (to sing for the stick-up-me-bum 10am crowd) he're the portraits thus far:
Cassandra in semi-pout...
Flavey looking rather sarcastic...
... and Christine looking very smug.
Cassandra in semi-pout...
Flavey looking rather sarcastic...
... and Christine looking very smug.
. . . . . posted:||8:30 AM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Should I be like all the other Prom hopefuls and maintain a "water and soda crackers" diet till next saturday's dance? Naw.
I've been packing on the pounds since school started. Damned stress and increased hunger drive.
Ech... I think I burnt my tongue while eating some nice hot vegetables. Now I can't taste anything on the front-left side of my mouth. Bizarre.
Contrary to what everyone (including myself) says, I care. You'll see, I still care. I really do.
Have to get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow to get ready in time to sing at (oh irony of ironies) the Mother's Day Mass.
Drew Cassandra's and Nick's portraits onto the canvas today. Cassandra pulled her "magnum" look a la Zoolander and didn't even realize it. Nick just looks pissed (as my sister oh so eloquently observed).
Karen's picture isn't good enough, so I'll have to obtain another one. Adam's not getting his portrait done because I spend enough of my time staring at his face. Nikki's getting her's done.
Who needs rational thought when it's someone's personality you're trying to capture?
I've been packing on the pounds since school started. Damned stress and increased hunger drive.
Ech... I think I burnt my tongue while eating some nice hot vegetables. Now I can't taste anything on the front-left side of my mouth. Bizarre.
Contrary to what everyone (including myself) says, I care. You'll see, I still care. I really do.
Have to get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow to get ready in time to sing at (oh irony of ironies) the Mother's Day Mass.
Drew Cassandra's and Nick's portraits onto the canvas today. Cassandra pulled her "magnum" look a la Zoolander and didn't even realize it. Nick just looks pissed (as my sister oh so eloquently observed).
Karen's picture isn't good enough, so I'll have to obtain another one. Adam's not getting his portrait done because I spend enough of my time staring at his face. Nikki's getting her's done.
Who needs rational thought when it's someone's personality you're trying to capture?
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Today just seems like one of those days where you don't really want to do anything. And it's a weekend, so there's some validity to that sentiment.
I feel like changing my bedsheets. The floral pattern that grandma insists on isn't quite working for me.
I'm currently tripping between Fiona Apple and the Pansy Division.
I let a couple of people listen to the Pansy Division, and now I'm regarded as the lovable-perv. Great.
Had my slide presentation about my artwork yesterday... and I think I went for 20 minutes instead of 10. Crap. Then again, it was the same day of the AP test (which completely floored me) so my brain was practically mush.
Afterwards went to Karen's confirmation mass. Byzantine artwork in a Catholic Church? After her dad pointed that out to me, I couldn't get over the fact.
There were many boys there that were far too pretty to be catholic.
Gabo was there, as well as half of my father's side of the family residing in Vegas. He was getting confirmed too. I didn't know Karen knew him, and she didn't know that he's a cousin.
Then everyone went into Jon's car and we drove to Karen's, then to Justin's. Jon made the mistake of trying to fake-makeout with me, so I grabbed him and started nibbling on his cheek. Honestly, cheap cologne tastes disgusting. And stubble hurts.
Justin's dogs love attention, but Sam had a tendency to lick everyone's crotch.
Sir Floppy (Randy) was there playing on Justin's computer, being all Randy like again.
I need to get cracking on those portraits. Yep.
I feel like changing my bedsheets. The floral pattern that grandma insists on isn't quite working for me.
I'm currently tripping between Fiona Apple and the Pansy Division.
I let a couple of people listen to the Pansy Division, and now I'm regarded as the lovable-perv. Great.
Had my slide presentation about my artwork yesterday... and I think I went for 20 minutes instead of 10. Crap. Then again, it was the same day of the AP test (which completely floored me) so my brain was practically mush.
Afterwards went to Karen's confirmation mass. Byzantine artwork in a Catholic Church? After her dad pointed that out to me, I couldn't get over the fact.
There were many boys there that were far too pretty to be catholic.
Gabo was there, as well as half of my father's side of the family residing in Vegas. He was getting confirmed too. I didn't know Karen knew him, and she didn't know that he's a cousin.
Then everyone went into Jon's car and we drove to Karen's, then to Justin's. Jon made the mistake of trying to fake-makeout with me, so I grabbed him and started nibbling on his cheek. Honestly, cheap cologne tastes disgusting. And stubble hurts.
Justin's dogs love attention, but Sam had a tendency to lick everyone's crotch.
Sir Floppy (Randy) was there playing on Justin's computer, being all Randy like again.
I need to get cracking on those portraits. Yep.
. . . . . posted:||1:28 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Yeah... so I regret the nice, Naturalism-inspired walk I made on Saturday. Today my knees buckled under me four times. Twice in Physics, once at the end of Art, and once more after I (just barely) cleared the nice flight of stairs to the upper level of the house. Eep.
I'm doing a large painting/batik on a mandarin-orange bedsheet. The subject matter may probably be the most personal thing I've ever divulged onto any visual media... NO, I am NOT going to be naked in this one! -_-;;
But it's about time that some issues be addressed. Issues stemming from early childhood.
In other news, talked to Halley from ATech online (he recognized my s/n from my XY.com profile; hey, those things really do work!) and we had a nice chat about the severe amount of disrespect in the world, Zoloft dosages, anger management, and his boyfriend in Long Beach. It's refreshing talking to someone that I'm completely unfamiliar with.
Currently assembling slides for my presentation of artwork for Art tomorrow. Today I sat up near the front and got to rest a leg on Mike's lap while he zipped and unzipped my "fly" (really, the zipper on my shoes). Yeah, this new interest may not be gone for a while. But at least I'm being cautious.
I'm doing a large painting/batik on a mandarin-orange bedsheet. The subject matter may probably be the most personal thing I've ever divulged onto any visual media... NO, I am NOT going to be naked in this one! -_-;;
But it's about time that some issues be addressed. Issues stemming from early childhood.
In other news, talked to Halley from ATech online (he recognized my s/n from my XY.com profile; hey, those things really do work!) and we had a nice chat about the severe amount of disrespect in the world, Zoloft dosages, anger management, and his boyfriend in Long Beach. It's refreshing talking to someone that I'm completely unfamiliar with.
Currently assembling slides for my presentation of artwork for Art tomorrow. Today I sat up near the front and got to rest a leg on Mike's lap while he zipped and unzipped my "fly" (really, the zipper on my shoes). Yeah, this new interest may not be gone for a while. But at least I'm being cautious.
. . . . . posted:||4:57 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Em is displaying all the symptoms of someone who is suicidal. Today she was working on her will, and she said that she'll give me a goat's heart, two-pence, and her th-need.
I want to help her, so I'll keep her occupied by making her read Perks of Being a Wallflower again, and I hope that she'll feel infinite enough to buckle down and survive.
I really do. And... shit...
I want to help her, so I'll keep her occupied by making her read Perks of Being a Wallflower again, and I hope that she'll feel infinite enough to buckle down and survive.
I really do. And... shit...
. . . . . posted:||9:40 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I think I'm cursed.
Every time I become really happy (as in genuinely happy) I get bitch-slapped by fate. Today was a perfect example:
History and Japanese were the same old song today, but Physics was more enjoyable than usual. I sat with Lauren K., Cassandra, and Jaron; we talked about getting drunk, boys from Thunder From Downunder and their bikini lines, Sean being more like an "Ashley," and general goodness that left me cracking up on the desktop. All while trying to work on homework.
All day I had been taking pictures of people so I could paint their portraits for my AP Studio concentration segment.
Lunch was crap when our table was taken over by the Yu-gi-oh freaks. Idiots.
In art... well, I got the brush-off from Mike, and that severely brought down my mood. As in me completely collapsed into my chair attempting to assume the fetal position without tipping over my seat. Yeah, my ban on bi-guys isn't doing shit.
Came home feeling rather shite. Especially after finding out that my slides won't be in until Thursday, so I don't get to prepare as well for my slide-presentation on that day. Hopefully we'll be behind a day or two so I could incorporate the new slides into my presentation. I fell asleep, and missed half of Buffy.
I came downstairs and noticed that my grandma was being rather quite. Then she told me: "Your mom's dad died."
It's rather shite to be alive.
Every time I become really happy (as in genuinely happy) I get bitch-slapped by fate. Today was a perfect example:
History and Japanese were the same old song today, but Physics was more enjoyable than usual. I sat with Lauren K., Cassandra, and Jaron; we talked about getting drunk, boys from Thunder From Downunder and their bikini lines, Sean being more like an "Ashley," and general goodness that left me cracking up on the desktop. All while trying to work on homework.
All day I had been taking pictures of people so I could paint their portraits for my AP Studio concentration segment.
Lunch was crap when our table was taken over by the Yu-gi-oh freaks. Idiots.
In art... well, I got the brush-off from Mike, and that severely brought down my mood. As in me completely collapsed into my chair attempting to assume the fetal position without tipping over my seat. Yeah, my ban on bi-guys isn't doing shit.
Came home feeling rather shite. Especially after finding out that my slides won't be in until Thursday, so I don't get to prepare as well for my slide-presentation on that day. Hopefully we'll be behind a day or two so I could incorporate the new slides into my presentation. I fell asleep, and missed half of Buffy.
I came downstairs and noticed that my grandma was being rather quite. Then she told me: "Your mom's dad died."
It's rather shite to be alive.
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
Take the test!
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"The Story So Far" - the Pansy Division
I met a cute guy in a gallery
I looked at him he smiled at me
We started talking and I was impressed
He was smart and sweet and confident
Just as I was thanking my good luck
That was the moment reality struck
He bid me goodbye and quickly fled
Back to the safety of his girlfriend
And that's the story so far
That's the story so far
Well I was hangin` out at that old queer bar
The only in my home town
Looking around, didn't find much to choose
Feeling the I-can't-get-laid blues
But as I was leaving the doorman smiled
He was a honey so I stopped for a while
We hit it off, but oh, cruel fate
He was the only guy in the place that was straight
And that's the story so far
That's the story so far
This is the part that I can't stand
Falling for an attractive man
Who's great but often straight
This is the part I hate
But one I ten still means a lot of them
But so many are wrapped up in silly trends
That I despise and make me roll my eyes
That I despise and make me roll my eyes
Is this my community?Sometimes I want to mutiny
Walking down the street
So many guys I want to meet
And it makes me smile
But it might take a long while
To find that cutie
With both brains and beauty
So I'll keep the faith
But for now I wait
And that the story, that's the story,
that's the story of my life
That's the story, that's the story,
that's the story of my life
That's the story, that's the story,
that's the story...So far...
I met a cute guy in a gallery
I looked at him he smiled at me
We started talking and I was impressed
He was smart and sweet and confident
Just as I was thanking my good luck
That was the moment reality struck
He bid me goodbye and quickly fled
Back to the safety of his girlfriend
And that's the story so far
That's the story so far
Well I was hangin` out at that old queer bar
The only in my home town
Looking around, didn't find much to choose
Feeling the I-can't-get-laid blues
But as I was leaving the doorman smiled
He was a honey so I stopped for a while
We hit it off, but oh, cruel fate
He was the only guy in the place that was straight
And that's the story so far
That's the story so far
This is the part that I can't stand
Falling for an attractive man
Who's great but often straight
This is the part I hate
But one I ten still means a lot of them
But so many are wrapped up in silly trends
That I despise and make me roll my eyes
That I despise and make me roll my eyes
Is this my community?Sometimes I want to mutiny
Walking down the street
So many guys I want to meet
And it makes me smile
But it might take a long while
To find that cutie
With both brains and beauty
So I'll keep the faith
But for now I wait
And that the story, that's the story,
that's the story of my life
That's the story, that's the story,
that's the story of my life
That's the story, that's the story,
that's the story...So far...
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At least it hasn't been the weekend from hell.
Went out walking yesterday, and I ended up walking for a good three hours. Went about three miles or so 'round the neighborhood and into Summerlin as well. The weather was quite nice and it wasn't too hot so I had an excuse to wear my new red hoodie.
Naturally, my feet hurt, but I felt so much better afterwards. I won't preach the good of walking around and exploring your surroundings (but it definitely beats sitting around the house) so you can start reading again.
Got some great pictures of the surrounding area. I think I'll paint a few.
I'm beginning to think that Matt's grounded again. Either that, or now he's avoiding me. Huh.
My ban on bi-guys is still withstanding.
Although, I did see a lot of eye-candy on my walkabout. It seems that almost-rainy weather brings everyone outside. Yum.
I've been preparing canvases all day. Grabbed some of the old canvases and attempted to salvaged them, but I ended up gessoing the underside (like Francis Bacon did) since the old paintings tended to have obscene amounts of texture on them.
Still need to do loads of homework. But really, it's the end of the year, and I want it to be done and over with already. The schoolwork, I mean.
Went out walking yesterday, and I ended up walking for a good three hours. Went about three miles or so 'round the neighborhood and into Summerlin as well. The weather was quite nice and it wasn't too hot so I had an excuse to wear my new red hoodie.
Naturally, my feet hurt, but I felt so much better afterwards. I won't preach the good of walking around and exploring your surroundings (but it definitely beats sitting around the house) so you can start reading again.
Got some great pictures of the surrounding area. I think I'll paint a few.
I'm beginning to think that Matt's grounded again. Either that, or now he's avoiding me. Huh.
My ban on bi-guys is still withstanding.
Although, I did see a lot of eye-candy on my walkabout. It seems that almost-rainy weather brings everyone outside. Yum.
I've been preparing canvases all day. Grabbed some of the old canvases and attempted to salvaged them, but I ended up gessoing the underside (like Francis Bacon did) since the old paintings tended to have obscene amounts of texture on them.
Still need to do loads of homework. But really, it's the end of the year, and I want it to be done and over with already. The schoolwork, I mean.
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JESUS CHRIST THIS WEEK HAS BEEN HELL!
And I've been plagued with odd physical ailments this entire week. Namely (after the whole nose-bleed on the pillow thing): half of my head becoming numb during history (not asleep, just genuinely numb) and me waking up this morning with odd cuts on my left arm and (I think it's) blood underneath the fingernails of my right arm. I'll have to wear shirts with ample sleeves (just enough to cover the shoulder)...
Damn, right when it's getting hot.
So, my luck has been nailed down into the ground. Went with Emily, Athenas, and (current infatuation) Mike to see X2 at the theater nearby the school. I think I just said too many weird things that no one else caught, and I realized how picky the boy is. Seriously.
The movie was great though. There were some extremely great subtext (namely Bobby/Iceman's coming out scene) and then the ending will have all those Cyclops/Wolverine shippers happy.
Hugh Jackman is wonderful. And Wolverine killing all those guys in the mansion was great (since you never see death like that in the Saturday cartoon version), along with Iceman and his whole sexiness. Mmph.
Dammit... I hate falling for the bi-guys. Most of the ones that I know have relatively high standards. Yeah, I guess intellect is only a nice side-dish/condiment when it comes to dating anyone.
It's that moment of the year again. The time when I really don't feel all artistic or anything. That's rather bad, since I have a slide presentation this upcoming Thursday about my work thus far and about why I consider myself an artist. Uh oh.
I can tell it'll be one of those weekends. Okay, I give all of you consent to kidnap me and take me away from the house for (at least) the weekend.
And I've been plagued with odd physical ailments this entire week. Namely (after the whole nose-bleed on the pillow thing): half of my head becoming numb during history (not asleep, just genuinely numb) and me waking up this morning with odd cuts on my left arm and (I think it's) blood underneath the fingernails of my right arm. I'll have to wear shirts with ample sleeves (just enough to cover the shoulder)...
Damn, right when it's getting hot.
So, my luck has been nailed down into the ground. Went with Emily, Athenas, and (current infatuation) Mike to see X2 at the theater nearby the school. I think I just said too many weird things that no one else caught, and I realized how picky the boy is. Seriously.
The movie was great though. There were some extremely great subtext (namely Bobby/Iceman's coming out scene) and then the ending will have all those Cyclops/Wolverine shippers happy.
Hugh Jackman is wonderful. And Wolverine killing all those guys in the mansion was great (since you never see death like that in the Saturday cartoon version), along with Iceman and his whole sexiness. Mmph.
Dammit... I hate falling for the bi-guys. Most of the ones that I know have relatively high standards. Yeah, I guess intellect is only a nice side-dish/condiment when it comes to dating anyone.
It's that moment of the year again. The time when I really don't feel all artistic or anything. That's rather bad, since I have a slide presentation this upcoming Thursday about my work thus far and about why I consider myself an artist. Uh oh.
I can tell it'll be one of those weekends. Okay, I give all of you consent to kidnap me and take me away from the house for (at least) the weekend.
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