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| Eric likes to think the E in E. coli stands for him. |
[Oct. 23rd, 2009|11:09 pm] |
But I don't have Eric coli. Imagine, all the little chibi kittens, swimming in my blood. DAW.
Wanted: Gay mariachis in love, willing to be married.
Okay. So we're looking at wedding stuff. (Don't ask. Also, WTF SELLING YOUR PERSONALIZED HONEYMOON THONG ONLINE.)
But you know what's completely cool to sell afterwards? Your tux. I mean, by the time you wear it again, it'll probably be a different size. Plus, they all look the same anyway. (Something about only a gay dude would be sentimental enough to keep his tux.)
This bothers Yinghua apparently. She wants a tuxedo for embellished sleeves. One that's worth keeping. She was thinking with glitter. I was thinking rhinestones. (yeeeah...)
Then it hit us. THOSE LITTLE METAL THINGS ON MARIACHI UNIFORMS. (Botanaduras? This site is in Spanish.) Anyway. Yeah. Those little metal things mariachis have on their pants and crap. They're clearly the only ridiculous thing fancy enough to embellish something so... fancy. But how would a mariachi wedding work? Do you need to play too? Do you invite rival mariachis to play?
But mariachis are hilarious. Seriously.
Not because of their ridiculously multifaceted repertoire of songs, and those strange strange noises they make. (Fact: Mariachis have played every song EVER. I'm certain that somewhere once, a mariachi group has played that HEY HEY YOU YOU I DONT LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND song. I remember a point in time where there was this one place I'd go and they'd always be like MICHAEL JACKSON? No. I do not want Mariachi Michael Jackson. Eventually, I got it anyway.)
Mariachis don't go sleepies and go goodnight. They go good morning. 4 in the afternoon is an early party. That's awesome. (Well, unless you're one of the ones working downtown. Those are like, 24/7 mariachis. The VERY IDEA of 24/7 mariachi is RIDICULOUS though.) Right now, there are mariachis playing.
Mariachis are everywhere. They appear in the strangest places. I've run into them in parking garages, in elevators, hallways, bathrooms, even my own backyard. They're like ninjas. But loud. And shiny.
Mariachis come in many flavours. There's the shiny ones. Then the old less shiny ones. Then the evil hippies who think they're mariachis. There are suspiciously young mariachis. People you would never expect might really be mariachis. I've known so many people that have turned out to be full on mariachis at night. (Fact: I can't afford any of these mariachis.)
Mariachis can sneak up on you in the dark. Their uniforms are camouflage for stars in the night sky. But SUDDENLY, they unleash their cry of MARIACHI and everything is bright and loud and guitars and trumpets and dancing from NOWHERE. THIS CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. It's happened to me. D: (I am seriously not kidding when I say they can appear in your own back yard. Screw you, neighbours.)
How do mariachis party though? Do they have parties? Do they celebrate with the mundane? (They act German?) Do they play at their own weddings? Do rival mariachis play and mess everything up? Are all mariachis friends? Do they HAVE time to celebrate and find love?
I don't trust mariachis.
In other news, I like, have E. coli. Where did I get that? I have no idea. I've apparently had it for years, and I've had obvious and rather bad symptoms, but we thought it was something else. I don't have a sissy strand, but I don't have a bad one, or I'd like, be dead.
Possible things that gave it to me:
Cookies?
Steak?
Eric's daddy's mouth? (don't ask why I was there.)
Playing with strange animals?
Any god damned thing?
Regardless, I've learnt that antibiotics make me trip balls. And sleepy.
I have an A in painting. Apparently, I need to bring this A up. (I have 54 out of 55 or so possible points.) We're graded with number grades. How do you do that? Moreso, how do you get a hundred? Why do I deserve a better grade than other people? But really, how do I raise an A?
Also, I've acquired two new plushie bats this weekend. As you know, it is halloween time, and halloween means bats, monsters and kitties. All things I adore in plushie form. Also candy is on sale YAY. For halloween, Eric is gonna be pyramid head. Or a bird. He's not sure yet. Mya~ |
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| Even so, the circus will come for you. |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|03:50 pm] |
It came.
So uhh, this week wasn't too bad. The one before sucked HARD though.
I'm going to block out the sun someday. Just you wait. That bastard's trying to kill me.
My apparent greatest accomplishment is still following me. I guess that's kinda cool.
...It was cutting a hole in a paper. Yeeeeah.... Apparently, it was BEYOND EPIC and no one had ever done anything so epic before or after. No idea.
I'd also like to tell you that Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei and Dissidia are AWESOME. Also, I found a kitty. It shall be ERIK THE THIRD, or Eryk for short. (ERIK THE SECOND is Eric.) Eryk would be adorable and looks like Erik, with yellow eyes, a cute face, and white fluff. DAW.
The rest of this post is ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS.
( Ethnic TV, ooh la la )
( Then came Disney deaths )
( Final Fantasy questions I found online! )
( Other questions I found online! )
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| Oh fuck you. |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|02:37 pm] |
Unlike Yinghua, I am in RAGE. (She's making me post.)
We have a FANTASTIC yoga class. Oh so fantastic. (Uhh... I had to write a paper on talking to the voice in my head for this class. Remember that.)
Today, I went to the doctor. Multiple times. Oh god no more. I've been naked then clothed then naked then clothed... You get the idea.
Pros:
Only a few more required months of medication.
My teeth are fabulous.
YEARS of infection may end soon.
No more piggie flu
Cons:
Lots of unecessary naked.
Insane doses of pills.
Might be developing cancer.
Piggie flu screwed up my stomach
So I got insane massive doses of medicine to KILL those that have decided living within me is fun. (I have to take several times what the average person has to...) And soon after, I started TRIPPING BALLS.
So we went to eat dinner, but it smelt like SILENT HILL so we kinda just sat there. Then we went to class.
Yinghua is kinda gimpy, and I'm an overtightened mass of muscle on WAY too many drugs. She also has no contacts and can't see shit. So she dragged me to yoga class, and we went along with out MISERY.
She goes through each pose for like, a MINUTE. Seriously. And if we lag any, we're lacking in preformance. I do talk in class, but its usually if Yinghua is just like WUT cause the teacher can't do that whole... teaching thing. Yeah. She just kinda assumes pose and is like WHY ARENT YOU DOING IT.
So rewind. Last class. The class I returned from the dreaded PIGGIE FLU. Yinghua was struggling to touch her toes, and I went OMG NOOOO. (I'm here to make sure she doesn't do stupid things.) Noone told me until it was way too late, but, you're like, not supposed to do that. Especially if your back hates you. Every therapist I've ever met agrees on this and reacts do the sight with basically OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT. So yeah.
She saw me speaking, and got all pissy at me. I explained that she and I CAN'T DO THAT. And we went on with our lives.
This week, we went on, with as minimal confusion possible, which is still alot, and I stopped to try and explain alot of stuff to her. We also broke alot of poses early because she ALWAYS GETS TO US LAST. And really. There's only so long you can balance like Superman doing ballet.
So we had to break into groups, assumedly cause she had nothing left to teach. She then walks over to us and (While smiling all LALALA) proceeds to get on our asses about our subpar preformance. (Excuse me, my head touched the floor ALOT.) We used the 'not feeling well' card last week.
No we didn't. I made a comment to Sarah about JESUS CHRIST NO and she made me share with the class. We're just NEVER SUPPOSED TO DO THAT. It makes standing poses REALLY HARD. I can't help that MEDICAL SCIENCE disagrees with you.
So a sentence or two in, she realizes, for some reason, she isn't yelling at me. Instead, she decides to yell at Yinghua for both of us. Apparently she has a bad attitude and makes ZERO effort. (If either of us does, its me.) Yinghua proceeds to basically say 'dude, my back is royally fucked up. It's going into my fucking legs and I kinda CAN'T HELP IT.'
THEN she retorted with 'I've had people with back problems get better thanks to my class.' BASICALLY going 'you're fucked up cause you're not doing well enough.'
After that, she got into a WHY DID YOU TAKE THIS CLASS, and honestly, we went, uhh, we need it to graduate. We cacn't take anything else. She's gimpy and I'm allergic to the fucking SUN. A class where you do your own thing, INSIDE, is kinda a better choice for a required PE class.
THEEEEN, because she kinda did this IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLASS, DURING CLASS, another girl chimed in all 'I have a herniated disc and it got better!' Yeah, uhh, hers are kinda hereditary and will probably never go away. Thanks for getting into a conversation not involving you and fucking someone else over, you whore.
So we basically had to sit with that whore the rest of the class, and afterwards, she came up to Yinghua all 'Yeah, I hope that didn't make you mad, you need to get you attitude in shape.' Not an I'm sorry or a friendly reminder, just a nice fuck you wth a big smile.
Which then leads other places.
Yinghua does too much for effort and understanding. She takes everything into consideration. She's speent all damn evening for whatever silly reason trying to find meaning in the crap that bitch yelled at her. (She didn't btw.) She's in like, ultimate frustration over it.
I'm in frustration over not doing anything. But then, she stopped yelling at me and just started getting after her, in plural, occasionally refering to me, but she would NOT look at me. Seriously you bitch, if you're gonna yell at me, YELL AT ME. Don't yell at Yinghua.
Like Yinghua said though, its probably REALLY GOOD that she didn't. I NEED to finish this class to graduate, and we have NO IDEA what I would do if she provoked me, while already generally pissy AND drugged to hell AFTER she got mad at her right in front of me.
But what the fuck. You go on talking about how only we can know what to do, and we have to go at our own pace and then bitch us out for it. And if you're going to yell at me, DO IT. Don't tell us how important it is to do what we feel, and you can't even get after me to my face.
But you know what, the voice in my head can kick the voice in your head's nonmaterial ass. And you know what, mine would remember to bring a baseball bat. (It's very good at remembering things. Unlike me.)
Don't you DARE lecture me on how I don't pay attention to the voices in my head. (Seriously, that makes NO FUCKING SENSE.) I also don't approve of this only positive thing, and CLEARLY its not working for her.
Ironically, she banished us from class and made us write a paper. Mine was on THE VOICE IN MY HEAD and hers was on why she took yoga. CLEARLY, she didn't read these. Thus, I better get an A, as its CLEARLY a completion grade. God forbid i'm not EXACTLY like you in body or mind. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|03:30 pm] |
"All of you who have yelled at my IM messaging people can go fuck yourselves. I don't even know who you are, but they do, and they're whiny bitches and will tell me if you IM me again all 'oh hai' don't you fucking come back."
--The only actual text in this entry from allegoriest.
AND WE WILL. DON'T DOUBT OUR TATTLING ABILITIES.
Okay. We're really going to post. All of us. ...Most of us. One of us is missing, and is assumedly having sexy time with Leene. We don't know if that's true or not, but we all believe it to be true. And you should too, or we'll all be on different pages, and, that's never good.
Apparently Leene passed out one evening, and woke up to everything turning back on after a power surge, where computers were then found to be dead.
Somewhere around here, we found everyone in a FUCK YOU mood, and only people with blue eyed DARED speak to our beloved allegoriest, presumably because blue eyes make you stupid. Only one of us has dared see Leene in person, and is currently still missing in action. (We assume the sexy time did our missing one in.) ((edit: our missing one has returned during the months it has taken to write this post.))
We've also heard allegoriest is on a death path, crushing all those that come near those horrendously high heels. We're TERRIFIED.
(Late note: We think allegoriest has a computer again but no internet.)
Fun things about this summer:
- Allegoriest hasn't killed anybody. This is honestly surprising, but we think it might have something to do with the drugged solitude thing.
- James saved kittens. James is an asshole and hates kittens. He gave them to what we imagine is a crazy cat lady.
- Siegfried barely went on any dates. He seems to be playing along with solitude. Or he could just be in miserable pain from the weather.
- ...I don't think the ladies did anything noteable.
Late eventful notes:
- allegoriest and siegfried both fell in love. But we think siegfried is lying.
- allegoriest really might end up killing a bitch. Maybe it'll be you!
- there's an okapi and an elephant outside allegoriest's window. how does that work?
- something about puppies.
I also think that for a week or so, allegoriest and this person with blue eyes were actually a couple. Clearly, this didn't last. We think they actually have been for seven years though, but certainly not right now.
Allegoriest is in training to be a ninja. (It's something real, we promise, we just can't tell you. It's probably a lifelong thing.) I estimate hiatus until at least the end of the year. The rest of you guys are probably gonna get told to suck it. Heh.
Also, we're supposed to tell this hisui yui person that allegoriest saw your doppleganger and they were hyper. I'm assuming you aren't hyper. This is a very old message. I'm assuming you won't have to suck it, but really, I couldn't blame you if you wanted to anyway, because we're told our allegoriest is very delicious and we secretly want to as well.
So the rest of you can suck it. Heh.
Btw hisui yui person, if you want refreshments other than virgin blood and toaster streudels, you're gonna have to bring in your own, cause we weren't anticipating other guests, and we kinda already ordered. So sorry.
We've also heard that allegoriest is in loooooove. (for seriously realz this time. it's terrifying.)
I wonder how that works with being asexual.
I think I know who from spying on allegoriest, but i'm not sure since no one has been named. If it is who i think it is, this will be hilarious.
One of us has also always been online as allegoriest, and almost always showing as online. Whoops. Well, a few more months won't hurt. |
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| How is a rabbit like a storage chest? |
[Aug. 9th, 2009|12:43 am] |
In a mood so meek and fear-y, in a fortnight bleak and dreary
Many a bunny and book I pick up and more
While I taped up, neatly packing, a long eared one came mapping
Mapping the image of my floor
"Tis my bunny I glomped and smothered, who should be napping on my floor
Tis my bunny, mi amore."
Oh how gleefully high and shrill, my cries of giddiness in april
And just as any bunny will, to my breasteses he drew close
Eagerly I began the huggling and into me he began snugging
While at my shirt a-tugging my precious little bunny Kratos
A dearest tiny purple angel, my precious little bunny Kratos
In his little bunny clothes
And he jumped from my lap, dragging each long purple ear
Illing, milling about the work set out upon my floor
So that now, to see the things set out, he bequeathed me
"These things are beneath me, laid out on your floor
But you take them to replace me, as you go out the door
What a strange peculiar chore."
As my current box grew full, filled with plushies soft as wool
"In which of these boxes, inside shall me you store
Even though I am too great, And directly shall I state
That yet as of this date, I absolutely here abhor
And in these boxes you shall not have mine own self stored.
In that box, I'll be ignored."
Deep into his eyes I peered, the purple one I always feared
I halted, while packing things no one ever dared to pack before
But this rabbit was outspoken and many things would end broken
The box I then had taped so nothing will have escaped
But his fears had soon reshaped that in this way, "I will implore
For at least two weeks and perhaps even more
in a box I won't be stored."
I return to my work toiling as my bunny's fluff is boiling
I heard a squeaky voice much louder than before
Surely I thought, he cannot be oh so serious
His thinking is so mysterious while he sits there on my floor
He twitches his nose and he speaks once more
"Surely in that box, I won't be stored"
And with that I lifted him high and gently sat him upon my thigh
He wiggled his nose, and right there he then swore
That not now ever will he or he'd might surely hurt me
And that bunnies need keep free, into my very soul he bore
Someday someday he would certainly settle the score
If inside that box he would be stored
After a moment that silence waited I then quietly silently stated
To my precious bunny that I so greatly adore
To the box he would not succumb for with me he would not come
Seeing what he had become, as if his very soul I tore
He leapt from my lap and let out a great roar
Screeched my bunny, "NEVERMORE!!"
With these words I became silent, I fear for his moods most violent
Even though he will not have that which he so greatly feared for
With these thoughts he was immersed, certainly nothing could now be worse
Than these things my bunny cursed even though he won't be stored
Jumped onto each of his legs, all four
Trembling and thrashing the very lion shirt he wore
Again he screamed, "NEVERMORE!!"
And then my little bunny gave at me a gaze so funny
As I lifted him up and placed him in my sock drawer
All the while did he fume as he was stricken ill with gloom
Considering what kind of doom would befall the things that I search for
As I silently continued my packing chore
Muttered my bunny, "nevermore."
"You really do not want to go, for you cannot ever really know
The countless horrors, which for me are in store
People are so very rude with manners oh so very crude
And certainly not with their food and a certain eskimo whore
This is what great suffering awaits me out that door"
Again said my bunny, "nevermore."
"And as you're there all the while, they stare at you through a fake smile
And decidedly then, it shall be you that they ignore
There under the pretense of learning, as you sit in your chair turning
Deep inside you is yearning, yearning for something so much more
The need for learning that you can never ignore"
Pouting, my bunny, "nevermore."
"And then when they awake from sleeping, out of be they come a-creeping
Becoming ready to do that which I most greatly abhor
Several times a day repeating, that time my body gets a beating
When must begin our eating, eating that rotten filth of lore
Such vile cafeteria food is what I have in store"
Squeaked my bunbun, "nevermore."
He turned his face to me, his fear inside him could I see
Nothing could compare to this, horror or gore
"Then why will you take the kitten, is with him that you're so smitten
It is your heart that he has bitten that you now so adore
You still take him even with all these terrors galore
So I must then say nevermore."
I lifted him out from my socks, carried him over the half filled box
And sat him down next to me on my carpeted floor
"Please do not become hysteric, his tastes are really quite generic
And one who doesn't eat much is Eric, content to hide among our decor
And this I really truly must now upon you implore
Worry about that nevermore."
"But I really want to go with you, when you're not here what will I do
Cried my bunny as he flailed and pouted sleepily on my floor"
"You don't need to cry or weep. for here they must surely keep
A darling bunny fluffy as sheep in their hearts whom they adore
Right down into the little bunnie shoes that he wore
They'd forget about you nevermore."
I then soon halted my preparation and gave into my bunny's desperation
And went to get clothes for sleep out from inside my drawer
"It's finally time for bed," to my bunny I gently said
As grew heavy his long eared head, drifting to sleep upon my floor
Do not fall asleep so angry as you often have before
You'll be in a box nevermore
I then lifted him up to my chest where sleepily onto me he pressed
No longer needing to cry and pout anymore
And then into my sheets so white my bunny I did hold to me tight
As I prepared to sleep that night as he let out a soft bunny snore
I turned off my light and curled with my bunny whom I so adore
Worry about it nevermore~ |
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[Aug. 6th, 2009|03:58 am] |
Hmm. We've been supposed to be updating for allegoriest, but we have been very bad. We've tried to get several people to update, even Eric, but he won't listen to his father. (its because he has blue eyes. disgusting. I don't listen to him either.)
Instead we all did surveys as allegoriest.
they're really accurate.
we like to think they are at least.
We also did the love calculator, with names we think allegoriest might choose
and an utena quiz.
YOUR PETS WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN, WHEN YOU WILL BANISH ALL BUT US.
( glorious allegorical surveys )
I'm driven to tears.
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[Jul. 14th, 2009|04:48 am] |
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Oh look, I stole a computer. By which, I mean borrowed. (Please don't hurt me FBI, I'm giving it back as soon as I finish typing. Also, if you come over, the guest bathroom sounds demonic. I warned you!!)
I'm going deaf! Ironically, high and low tones are just fine, its the middle that is mesed up, once again proving that violists are indeed tonedeaf.
Unfortunately, I can't afford to not go deaf. Dammit.
Or to see what the hell is with my vertigo problem.
I also need an MRI (I BRAMAGED MY DRAIN, FUCK.)
I apparently also have the like, higest ratio of nightmares to other dreams quota. (It's at like, 100%. Seriously.)
...That's jst a fun extra on top of all the symptoms of brain damage YAY. (I guess I DID have a concussion.)
Actually, this would also count as an ear test, since I'm too old to be screwing around in my head anymore.
I'm still babysitting my family. (Dear god they can NOT be trusted alone.) They can make drama out of anything. ANYTHING. Seriously, today, one of them threw away a used foam cup AND ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
My house is also haunted and/or a bitch. STOP BREAKING THINGS AND SETTING ALARMS OFF FOR NO REASON. We all swear we keep seeing things.
I'm also a chibi nurse now! Hooray!
(No.)
My grandfather is sick as hell, on top of blind and near deaf, and also has decided he no longer speaks das englisch. (ich spreche deutsch nicht gut. D: )
Unfotunately, German is his first language and he's reverting to it, and can't even remember to eat and all kinds of stuff. We have nurses, and they like eachother, (They're black, enjoy Africa, and he spent alot of time there when he was younger. THEY DONT FIGHT, A MIRACLE.) except, they have to leave in a week or two, because they only had time recently since their main patient needed surgery.
It's basically like I have a child now, minus the happiness of every being NEAR a significant other, the rewarding part, the learning nurturing and the cuteness thing.
(I'm never having kids.)
(Don't worry, I dont think I can have kids. I'm so diseased.)
He also has other children. We call them, asking for tiny tiny bits of help, even what should we do things, and no answer. Cause, partying is more important. (Yes, they're partying, while we're in mental breakdown land.)
And of course, my cousin was murdered. (It made like, above the fold news.) Innocent people were also taken with her for no good reason, and the guy who did it is in the hospital apparently near dead. She has a young son, and my family is obviously devastated. (The official crime people, whoever they are, said it was probably the worst they'd ever seen.) In theory anyway, she's happy now though.
Unfortunately, my dad's entire family is very poor. While not directly related, we also probably have to provide a funeral, on top of care for my grandfather, school, doctor bills and my father is still in an INSANELY long interview process. Which, is probably impossible. But, we can't just let that one go. (I mean, the last funeral the had, they had LOST the body and we had to wait for hours until the priest had time to show up. We don't want that again, especially right now.)
But they need us right now. There are other people who could help with the other problems, but don't, its too hard.
And everyone needs me. I'm the one that thinks everything out, and doesn't cry and let things get in the way. But, there isn't enough of me to go around. Trying to keep things peaceful without outside things happening is hard enough. Managing to do it while chronically ill is nearly impossible. Of course, I have no choice, and it will end well anyway, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm le miserable.
Currently, I have a handful of untreated infections attempting on my life. (Actually, I am PERPETUALLY infected in one way or another.) I obviously can't see a doctor right now, and its painful as FUCK. I also can't take ANY painkillers, because I'm on a different, horrendously expensive medication that makes me explode with them. My parents don't know I'm on medicine since they would freak out, and the pharmacy is a very expensive place. (I hope HEB is cheapest, since I can't ninja to Walgreens or anywhere.)
I'd seriously probably be having a mental breakdown if I wasn't SO indifferent.
For fun, I've been sewing. So much sewing. (Sew much soing?)
The curtains. Dear christ the curtains.
Fixing clothes. Haven't shopped in years.
Plushie friends. Examples inlcude a plushie of Eric's daddy for him to cuddle, and Vogel, my in progress baby. He's part brass!
I've also done lots of community service, which I only enjoy because I get to see my redheaded princess.
I'm also making a whole kitchen, and trying to furnish my soon to be kitchen of myself. (I was considering making my frying pan of mud to save money, but there's no water for my dirt. YOU JUST NEED TO LEARN TO COOPERATE, WORLD.)
Cherish this post, internet, for I will be the biggest asshole when I return.
Also, don't bother commenting cause, seriously, I'm not gonna check it. And, seriously, I probably don't care. |
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[May. 17th, 2009|04:21 am] |
( sim crap )
...I lost my muscle relaxers. They're what give me sleepies. Unfortunately, now I wake up every five minutes and have INSANE dreams.
I've created a place creepier than silent hill, and I sleep there.
They have a zoo! It's terrifying! I danced with an alligator there, after I gave it a bath.
Then I had to move, while I was in a play, while a friend gave me mud and a bug as props to help. Then Jae, who was AKIO, wanted to foil MIKAGE'S plans by winning his beauty contest. So we had to buy cake in case we lost, cause it was christmas. But then, all the cakes had LUNCHMEAT. So we got weird wine. And then, I kept ending up at MALL HELL.
Then, Yinghua and I needed to get back to our apartment before the pizza man, but we were in dream downtown, across from the invisible alamo. So we started walking back, and we were in the middle of fucking nowhere, but we followed the racetracks and the dead rotting swordfish.
But then, we went to the dream KFC instead, which was inside a sandwhich place. We waited for fucking ever-
Wait, that was AFTER the freaky underwater adventure. We went though machinerey like gross things, and ended up at some futuristic underwater house or something. And Tim Allen was there with his TV wife, and there were freaky bugs and people kept trying to lure me into the bugs, And then we found the body, and I swam out to get a look above the water, past all the horrible ocean obstacales, and was in the arctic or something.
THEN we went to KFC, where they said they had biscuits AND gravy, AND they could combine them. (I should have known better, since KFC has VILE Gravy.) They made them HORRIBLE and wanted to charge me $70. And they only had church's chicken. No thanks. Then we did something BAD, and had to run away in our plastic cars cause they called the cops. But then, the plastic car was too slow, so we took Akio, but he was invisible. Then we ended up at the EVIL FAIR, which was suspiciously like the EVIL MALL. Siegfried and his plastic convertible were there too. We saw a cheap plushie shop, and found $50. Then we ended up at EVIL DOWNTOWN.
...I have no idea if we ever got our pizza.
Then, we were back at the hotel like place near the EVIL DOWNTOWN, and judy was there with a cart of file folders, screaming how I designed the place without BUBBLE DIAGRAMS and it was of UTMOST IMPORTANCE I did bubbles for her, even though it was already complete and built.
After that, we saw the world's oldest ostrich, in a pit next to skunks and HELL. Then something about Ziggy Stardust.
...that was basically my week.
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[May. 5th, 2009|04:55 am] |
Today a falcon tried to eat me. D:
I saved your ass, evil squirrel.
I think you should be good from now on, evil squirrel.
It flew into my hand and HAH, IT WAS ALREADY BANDAGED.
It flew into a tree, trying to look all like it didn't happen.
Still not as epic as when a Blue Angel almost ran over me.
In accordance with many a NIN fan that are after my life, I'm required to inform you that I believe (KNOW) that J.A. Seazer is better than Trent Reznor. I STAND BY THIS. Look, I even listen to a NIN song as I post, because I am a good sport. Daw. It's live. The audience be singing. How cute.
( Info, tracklist and music under the cut. )
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[May. 1st, 2009|02:49 pm] |
TV: The first thing you need to make chile rellenos is-
Me: MEXICANS.
Yinghua: That's racist!
Me: No it isn't, I don't think I've ever eaten anything cooked by anybody BUT mexicans. Even Chinese.
Yinghua: OMG, you're right
Me: Everything I've had by white people has sucked. Like goulash.
-Us, on Bobby Flay's TV show he always loses in.
All white people can make is dessert. Really. D:
Augh. I've been sick to the point that Judy wants to hold me back a semester. She wouldn't though if I was graduating, just only cause she wants to make sure I got it all. Still, I don't want to. I need to cram my ass off to make sure I get everything in so she'll let me go. Hrm.
And MOVING. OH GOD I DO NOT WANT TO MOVE.
I mean, I do, but I do NOT want to pack. D:
While I'm very sick at the moment, I don't think I have piggie flu. (YAY.)
Current medication business:
I MISS YOU PAINKILLERS. OH GOD HOW I MISS YOU.
While anti depressants do make me feel slightly better, I still feel far from great. I'm just as slow and MREH as usual. I'm getting alot better at obsessing though. ...Still procrastinating, yes.
Getting more used to muscle medication. Not NEARLY as sleepy anymore. (That week of nothing but sleep SUCKED.) Of course, if I need to work, I can't take it. Also, I've noticed if I don't take them, I wake up in ouchies, and also have weird dreams.
Stomach business HATES ME. Of course, I have been unnaturally cruel to it, but I blame the cafeteria and my lack of money. Also, I think those pills give me a weird taste in my mouth.
I keep forgetting my headache ones and THAT ENDS BADLY. AUGH.
Still cant go in the sun. Nice try though. :(
Still infected. Waiting for this to go away.
Yinghua is DEATHLY afraid of the piggie flu. It doesn't help that its being SHOVED down our throats, and that there was that whole ambulance and people carted away via stretcher thing across the street.
Really, I still don't see what's so bad about it. I mean, it sounds just like the flu. I still don't want it though, cause, dude, flu.
Pro of getting piggie flu: Can say I had the flu three damned times in one year, and to shut it.
Con of getting the piggie flu: Dude, you'd get the fucking piggie flu. D:
I hate school food. I've basically been living off grilled cheese sandwhiches and diet coke. (With fries and mayonaise.) I'm VERY SICK of eating this, and none of their drinks are drinkable. They can't mix them to save their lives, and only have soda. Diet coke is apparently INVINCIBLE and really damned hard to fuck up.
I ate a soggy Chickfila sandwhich yesterday. It was sitting in chickfila so long, the bun was soggy and white. Eww. The chicken flavour was like, ten times stronger though. It was weird and horrifying.
I had a weird dream that I found a bouncing (yes, bouncing) grey and white kitten that I named sponge. I convinced my mom to let me keep him, but I somehow also got his daddy? Okay. So I took sponge andhis daddy home, where I apparently live with James, and we were chilling in our hot tub with kitties. (Suddenly, there were MORE. And in weird colours. One was GREEN.)
This is weird in that I HATE water, and James HATES kittens. Also, James would NEVER get in a situation that involved outside and no pants. ...I don't think I would either, no.
We also had a family that WASN'T OURS. But they lived with us, and were chillin with our hot tub and kittens too. It was weird. I remember us taking their kids to school, and eventually it all went into some kind of dream hell and started getting trippy.
Good things:
I have all my furniture picked! This is usually the LAST thing I do.
Plan: Make schedules this weekend. Need to install Excel and illustrator. Make layout for notebook. Do approximately FIVE MILLION purchase orders for furniture and friends. I dunno where I'm gonna get OIL PAINTINGS from. Can I supply those myself? ...Actually, that's worse than scedules, isn't it. D: Especially since I've never DONE an invoice before. D:
I need to make a MATRIX. Which is just fancy talk for a chart. (Took me four years to get that, yes.) Also, stupid illustrations for things I already know. Hrm.
I also need to make design concepts. (Yes, I have already designed it all. Whoops.) And then make in progress sketches. Whoops. D:
I need to hunt down Eric and demand work from him. Too bad I'll probably find a wild Celebi in my back yard before I find him. I don't think there's anyone more elusive.
I also apparently did WAY too many elevations for my cyber cafe. (See: I did THIRTY TWO. I apparently needed about NINE. Augh.) I also need to write out demolition notes. How much can you say about 'tear out and dispose of this fucking wall'? Apparently alot more than I'd say. You don't mention fixing the wall, or adding in new parts, cause that's something else. So what the hell do I say? Also, I don't speak fancy demolition talk very well. I also bet the people demolishing don't either.
Need to post the flower close ups I've taken. That might have to wait a week or two.
If ANYTHING disrupts me from my mission, I will cry. And maybe kill. Siegfried and I have spent so little quality time together. I'm sorry baby. I'll make it up to you. Maybe you need a new imaging program. Or tablet. Maybe camera. Hmm. Or FRIEND. I'm thinking I'm gonna buy a new computer since I'm working full time all summer.
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| bzzt. |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|02:27 am] |
Impartial hand surgical business.
They can't really work on my hands right now cause my arms and shoulders are way too screwed up.
I spent the day covered in wires and electrodes and general FUN.
I need more vibration therapy on my back. Hrm.
My arms and neck are REALLY sore. Wah.
I've been so sicklies these past few weeks, and horrendously over worked. (I made a cyber lounge, ceiling to door hinges in twelve hours. I cry only cry dust now.)
And then Judy drastically changed the order everything must be done in, and its confusing the fuck out of me. Augh.
I'm exhausted from this being electrified business, and now sleepies.
Uneventfully, but stressfully moving in a couple weeks. AUUUGH DO NOT WANT |
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[Apr. 19th, 2009|03:17 am] |
All kittens need mittens.
Eric needs mittens, for he is a kitten.
I should make eric bunny mittens.
Examined bunny pelt.
Bunnies are too difficult to sew through while lazy.
Decided Eric should have other acessories.
I have a hat.
Eric needs a hat.
Decided to get him a beret.
Went to Build A Bear online.
They had no berets.
They DID have lederhosen.
Made mental note to buy lederhosen for other plushies.
Looked for plushie umbrella.
No plushie umbrella.
Decided to knit Eric a beret.
I only have one hand.
Knitting requires two hands.
Decided to crochet beret.
I don't know now to crochet.
Decided a scarf would be easier.
Decided to crochet Eric a scarf.
Realised I cannot crochet past one row.
Looked online for crocheting help.
Became even more confused.
Ran to my mommy for help.
My mommy couldn't even figure out I was trying to crochet.
Was questioned on why I was making the cat a scarf.
My mommy cannot teach me to crochet for she's left handed.
Was told crocheting also requires two working hands.
Dammit.
Crochetted a triangle.
...A triangle?
How the fuck did I do that?
Decided maybe I should try to make more triangles and sew together.
Hands cramped.
Went to Build A Bear for James's kitty shades.
Met gigantic bunny.
Gigantic bunny convinced me I needed a bunny.
Bought a bunny.
Refused to rub his heart all over me.
He's possibly bitter at me.
Got him boxers.
Possibly more bitter at me.
Nearly passed out at La Cantera waiting for Robin.
Went to Target.
BOUGHT SOCKS AND UNDERWEAR YEAH.
Started drawing stuff.
Was accused of being the cause of everything bad ever.
This is because I'm apaprently a vampire.
Had delicious steak.
Did laundry.
Oh shit, that new tea I've been drinking is FUNGUS?
...It's surprisingly delicious.
Chilled with naked-bunny.
Called Yinghua.
She didn't answer. :(
Have horrible headache.
Played sims.
Killed some NPCs.
Very sleepy.
Too sleepy to reply to stuff.
Need sleepies. D:
Going sleepies. |
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| daww. |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|03:03 am] |
( My digifamily and an Utena digifamily. )
Noteable things of the week:
Kenshin pinata wut
hoooly crap sleep sicklies.
NOT LUPUS WHOO
Epic closet cleaning
Jennifer wake up calls
THE FRONT DOOR IS CRYING.
Yinghua ate pizza.
Holy crap I slept ALOT.
We FINALLY gave Eric a bath. He still smells funky, but alot less so now.
(He smelt lik microwave. X_x No, we didn't put the cat in the microwave, he was nestled against something that smelt like it. Poor baby.
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| Something about us... |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|03:40 am] |
( Two music-y memes )
Tomorrow (today?) Is gonna suck. Auuugh. People trying to make my life miserable.
I hate holidays enough already, but I have to drag angry blind people around, and, that's not fun for anybody. It always involves seeing people I don't know, sitting for a long time on someone's couch while people who don't really like me attempt to make small talk. While I'm a babysitter and German translator.
I can't babysit. I've lost Eric in the car. The car has two seats. D: I still don't know how I did that.
I might add, my German is terrible. D: My name is so very misleading.
I'm developing SERIOUS replacement issues. It's getting ALOT worse than my rejection complex from hell. Which uhh, is pretty serious business. D:
I dunno what the hell I'm gonna do with that.
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[Apr. 9th, 2009|02:53 pm] |
AUUUGH. I've been so sick lately. D:
Today on the way to Judy's class, I could not only feel, but HEAR my intestines shifting, while I was outside. D:
She wasn't there, so I left a question and went back to lay down. Oh, my insides. X_x
I've apparently been pretty depressed for several years, but haven't cared enough to take things for it. However, that mixed with my inherent RAGE is making my body do fabulous things, like not digest. So I apparently need to take anti depressants so I can digest again. (Seriously, it takes me like, an hour sometimes to finish digestion.)
While I haven't had OH GOD WHYYY cramps, I HAVE been feeling insanely BLEH feeling and missed the last week or so of my life.
They're trying to save the remainder of my left side, cause, uhh, I'd kinda like having that. I can't have shoulder surgery, cause one, I don't want someone cutting in me, and two, it apparently isn't very well developed. Apparently, I could lose the two fingers I still have. D: (I'm currently missing three and a half or so- I can't move the end of one of them.) I'd end up with two thumbs and two and a half fingers. D:
Eric is stinky as HELL.
He's SO GROSS he needs a baaath augh.
I got a DSi! He's so cute.
The camera and music stuff are surprisingly fun. My dad bought me Pokemon Platinum~ (I'm very surprised.) I chose Piplup and he's at level 59 now. He kicks poke ass for only being a few hours old.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rei_kun I'd imagine you more as a PS3. More big and powerful, as opposed to my chibi chibi DSi.
I think I'm secretly in like with Zac Efron. Whoever the hell he is.
Need car insurance gyaaaargh
Also, have a picture, gift for someone.
( daww. )
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| Me, on being white. |
[Mar. 28th, 2009|05:21 am] |
"Would you love me if I had ordered porn?"
-James, on love
Dude, I'm like, white.
I apaprently managed to get a weird disease that people from around England, France and Germany get.
I'm enjoying my whiteness, and at least it justifies my lack of scholarships. (You know, considering I'm always 'randomly' searched at airports and my name confuses the living hell out of people, you'd THINK I was ethnic enough to get one. I'm registered as being German though, and nobody likes German people.)
They also found a probable cause for my lack of digestion, and gave me some medicine to try.
Hopeful side effects:
yay digestion!
make me happies!
make me less distracted and stuff!
make me not floaties!
Rare hoping-to-not-happen side effects:
A maddening desire to kill EVERYTHING, myself included.
I also can't take pain killers with it, which kinda really sucks since I wasn't taking those for my intestines trying to kill me. :\
Things I've done this week:
Hm. I can't really remember. D:
That's probably not a good thing.
Had my construction and codes midterm thursday evening. I felt pretty horrible, and it was getting INCREASINGLY worse as I went through. I was feeling like eyes burning, feverish want to vomit, and then, I heard the puppy whimpering behind me. Then me and the teacher were all WTF and he let me move. Then, THE DOG FOLLOWED ME. He tried to chase it away, but I just gave up and went home to pass out.
For this, I say fuck you Liz. You aren't even IN that class, why did you bestow that THING to us?
I need a cat. Erik, why did you die?
I need to just like, take a surprisingly docile kitty to carry around. Like Erik. He didn't want foodor freedom. He just wanted a free ride. And he'd bitch and whine if it was any other way. How I miss my kitty that DEMANDED I drag him everywhere. ;__;
Also, my weakness is dachshunds. They jump on me and smother me with love, and I'm so happy- Until I realize i'm going into an allergy attack. D:
Weird Russian Utena comics...
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|10:07 am] |
| [ | garden of paradise |
| | APARTMENT HELL | ] |
| [ | dread curiosity |
| | AUUUGH | ] |
| [ | philosophical revolution |
| | something from another damned room | ] |
Augh. Another busy week. Had work due tomorrow to finish up, but that actually wasn't that hard.
Had to write an essay on my personal philosophy and stuff. It was more a reflection on traits that make me myself, unless I HORRIBLY screwed up on the prompt.
I wrote about being focused (i.e., my self control of principle and such), being princely (Doing things for other people), being judgmental (Hating everybody and deciding on things an hour in), and working well under pressure (writing it the night before and not screaming).
I also pulled a playground out of my ass. I've never personally used one myself, due to lack of friends and everyone being terrified of me, not to mention that 'sun makes me die' thing.
I've felt horrible the last few weeks, and hopefully the doctor can help some of that, so I can try to ignore my body trying to kill me in my sleep. (God I miss sleep.)
( Ouch. )
Oh, fuck you everyone. I got ONE hour of sleep today because someone was ironing in their fucking sleep.
I also got in trouble by the non English speaking powers that be that I was evacuating incorrectly because I stopped too close to the building. One, I was still moving, just very very badly since my legs abandoned me sometime in that ONE hour of sleep I was able to get. Two, I couldn't even HEAR your damned alarms, Yinghua woke me up. Last time, Violette did. WTF guys.
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