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[Jan. 18th, 2010|11:17 pm] |
So. I'm typing in advance, to send to someone else to post. I'm so ridiculously bored.
(ooh, I'm posting. This gives me unwarranted self importance.)
And FURIOUS. Oh so furious. Hrm. I hate nurses.
Everyone calls me a vampire. So obviously I had to figure out what other people were.
People I'm onto:
Yinghua: A witch. a good happy one. (Threat level: Unknown)
James: A zombie. But a rich zombie, so an unwrapped mummy (Threat level: High- English Zombies are fast.)
Siegfried: A vampire obviously, but infected with werewolf. (Threat level: Don't care.)
Eric: A cait sith. :3 (Threat level: Adorable~)
Momo: Qilin (Threat level: None)
Chibi Violette: a futakuchi-onna. D: (Threat level: Moderate to High.)
(I don't know what Jeannie would be since there aren't any sexy hand mosnters.)
Regardless, I slayed a vampire recently. ...A vampire melon, but a vampire none of the less. It was the most delicious thing I ever had.
Been playing REsident Evil 4 again at home. In the living room since I have no tv. My family nags at me while I play.
About how my guns must suck since I shot that guy in the face five times.
How my character is wearing the wrong outfit for the job. (FUCK YOU ADA)
I shouldn't be shooting monks in the head, and what is that thing coming out of their neck?
My firing patter is horrible for a Thompson and I should be ashamed.
I'm wasting too many bullets and I shouldn't get the idea into my mind that that's correct.
Nevermind the exploding heads and blood and such.
Leon went "SHIT!" once though, and they got offended that children shouldn't be hearing that. It worries me more that they sesem to think headshots are good for children instead. (mmm... plagas...)
Also, unrelatedly, before I resumed playing, we named my faithful slothy companion Wesker. (Yinghua and Jennifer kinda did anyway.) I think Wesker is stealing my medication, which, is veyer appropriate, with that whole pharmeceutical business and whatnot.
However, I need that stuff Wesker. Give it back. >\
So we've considered suing not one, but TWO hospitals. (We're THAT lucky, yes.) The EMS people chose the hospital, and by the time we noticed, it was too late. House would be ashamed of this shit. (Hints: Several incidences,not limited to, but including a cage, blood EVERYWHERE, concussions and a fuckton of drugs.)
Neighbour tried to sue my sister and I for driving out minivan out of the garage and into his truck.
I don't have a minivan.
My garage is occupied.
I was sick, she was asleep all day.
There wasn't a driveable car home, and none of them could have made that dent.
Fuck off, if I said the same thing to you, you wouldn't care.
A tree trimmer who couldn't speak English got his boss to say I or my sister did it, in our black minivan. He couldn't decide WHEN it happened, with a five hour variance, and I DON'T HAVE A MINIVAN. The tree guys MUST have done it themselves, cause they are bent on trying to prove I did it. When they said we pulled out of the garage, we knew it was LIES, and now the neighbour's like HRM.
If it was a black CAR, it would have been me or the phantom SLK. But it wasn't.
Got new fish. Several times. I really need to stop buying shit at petco. It's always contaminated food, or it DIES. And this seems to be a common occurence. ...Well, Cake didn't die, but he's totally a fish they shouldn't have had and was wrongly sold you assholes. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW BIG HE IS. Went to superior petstore and got new babies. and cookies that don't make yanyan and samantha puke everywhere. >\
Currently haaaave:
A rather large Leopard Plecostomus
Cake, the demon sorta-angel
2 medium blushing koi
1 medium half black with a touch of marble
a few groups of inconsequencial fish that I honestly don't care about.
I need to do a full cleaning, but I CAN'T MOVE CAKE. He's that damn huge.
...Also, my plecostomus is past that point that they get terrifying.
And I'm pretty sure the half black one is going to die. Over the last few days, I've noticed, it... plays dead. O__o But if Cake or the plecostomus is coming, it goes AHHHHHHHHHH and swims away. After the attacking fish takes a few nips and leaves, it gets up all cool, and goes back to... swimming and whatnot.
...Or its trying to find love.
I also rated my pets by mental capacity. highest to lowest.
Dachshund
Angelfish
Cocker Spaniel
Marimo
inconsequencial fish
Plecostomus cannot be placed due to its eccentricity. They might be evil and or crazy.
Samantha can hear me coming from the car. My angels can see me and swim towards me when I'm rooms away. YanYan runs away when I feed him, and Paul just isn't more stupuid than the filler fish.
Seriously though. Angels and goldfish are trainable. They can recognise colour and whatnot. If I keep bringing their food in the same coloured cup, and I wave something else that colour in front of them, they swim to the surface for dinner. Since the vaccuum hose is blue, everytime they see something blue, they start splashing and hiding. Inconsequencial fish just don't seem to do that.
While I'm at it, Samantha is ridiculously smart. After she stopped like, stealing my socks and leavng them all over the neighbourhood anyway. I've made ZERO effort training her, and she's consideraly smarter than YanYan. Her only problem is, she's terrified of everything, but she's still very willing to take everything on.
Unfortunately, she isn't smart enough to stop trying to eat every god damned thing, and I don't like reaching down her throat to pull things out. XO
Yinghua and I also joined a cult on accident. (We needed to to graduate you see, its a long story...)
Yeah, that sucked. Hard. We hated every moment of it.
Pros:
I didn't kill anyone
Sitting in on cult meetings was on my life to-do list
I made them all make a stupid face
I beat the cult system
I might have gotten exercise
I got to see lots of thighs touching, oh double lotus.
Cons:
I didn't kill anyone
I joined a fucking cult
Mariko hindered my abilities to make them look stupid with horrible drinks.
I had to sit in on too many cult meetings
I should have chosen a lazier cult
I got to see lots of thighs touching, oh double lotus.
I murdered my spine. I can't sit up anymore.
This cult didn't predict the end of the world. (I think? I don't think they did.) They also didn't directly have a doctrine that tried to kill me, though they did murder my spine.
We were supposed to surrender our entire lives, and it was the only correct way to live. Our deaths would be more pleasant if we submitted. Our idiotic leader was the only person who knew the true path. I was made an example of many times, and the only reason Yinghua and I suck is because we're not good enough. This is the only way to finding truth, and we must give up our own selves to blend with everyone else. It also used another religion as a basis, and tore down other similar methods on the basis that they're 'doing it wrong.' If we quit, we were LOSERS.
Cult life was certainly not for me, as I complain far too much. I was made into an example many times. Eventually we pretended to agree, and they left us alone for the most part, except for talking about how horrible we used to be.
Reasons I can't be in a cult:
I can't take anything seriously.
I have too high an opinion of myself.
I'm not good with authority.
I'm not dedicated enough for strange lifestyle changes.
I can't take the giant whole seriously.
I question every damn thing.
I really like screwing with people.
I can't read things that I'm told to.
I can make up an argument for ANYTHING.
I'm ridiculously sick. It's been a really long time and I'm still coughing blood and every breath feels like I'm breathing underwater. I can barely stand up and such, and I don't like it. >O
If I were still in that cult, it would be because I'm not good enough at cult like business. Also, they'd disprove of medicine.
Which i've taken lots of, and it just makes me pass out. Nnng. I don't need medical care, I need to switch bodies with someone at this point.
I fear I've grown allergic to feathers, which, would suck, being that I live in them and all. |
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| Fanmix fun. |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|05:42 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | music business, utena | ] |
| [ | philosophical revolution |
| | OH GOD STOP BEATING THE DOOR DOWN AHHHHH | ] |
Hmm. I've done nothing lately, except for HORRIBLE TERRIBLE things. So, in this brief moment of internet, here's a fanmix. It has Utena business.
It's so fanmixy. Also, its under this cut right here.
( Thins one. Yeah. ) |
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| Will Eric believe me if I tell him chicken is just the tuna of land? |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|07:30 pm] |
So I've learnt there's no chance in hell I can pass the physical I need because I'm going deaf, and... you just can't train your hearing. D:
Oh well. I don't need people shooting at me anyway. And I still can't afford to hear. Yeeeeah...
I could write about meaningful stuff, but I'm not going to, since I have absolutely lost my mind.
So in the meantime, since my computer hates the internet, I've been reading manga. Oh, the manga.
( A suspiciously diverse selection of comicry. )
Man, I don't wanna think about Christmas right now. I've bought ONE prsent. Nnng. Allegoriest, couldn't you be better using this time to go shopping? No. I have vertigo and no legal car. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2009|12:10 pm] |
Meanwhile, I'm still on the urge of mental breakdown.
(Also, I forced an entire class to make stupid faces. But mariko made me sick from Incarnate Word snacks and I couldn't make my GLORIOUS lion noise. BOO. I've caught paintings on fire too.)
Eric Month has given way for PAUL MONTH, which contains the holiest of all weeks, the true Paul Week. (It also has Christmas!) Paul Week begins on December 21st, and ends at midnight on the 27th, for optimal Paul birthday celebration.
Why are there beans on my floor? That's odd.
I'm very cold. I don't have a heater, so I turned the overachieving a/c off. I'm freezing. Probably because of my glorious wall of windows.
Decency is the virtue of Sarah.
Chain smoking is the virtue of Paul.
Beauty is the Virtue of Siegfried.
There is no virtue of Momo.
Being asymmetrical is the virtue of Leene.
Marionette! Sensei mo petto! KYUN KYUN KYUN
I'm supposed to be writing about Gnostic gospels and I REALLY don't want to cause I'm supposed to talk about writing a new gospel with them, arranging it and explaining why, and, I haven't arranged crap.
I miss design school where I just wanted to fall over dead from the weeks of no sleep. :(
Momo isn't online and Paul is. He distracts me. Alot.
Paul: Nooo don't do it be lazy and pretend you're touching meeee
Momo: GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY BASTARD
Sarah is socially brushing her teeth.
I need to stop writing on paper cause then I need to type it out, but I have a paper fetish I think. I spend far too much on paper. :(
I'm considering hiring someone to sleep in my bed before me to keep it warm, but I have no money. Also, I'm deathly afraid of cooties. RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA
I also drew a picture of myself and Mr. Blue Eyes, but we can never be together, for you are perfectly symmetrical.
OMG CEASAR IS HERE. I feel a horrible urge to catch him on fire, but I still need my living room for the next week. Mr. Blue Eye's pasty black and blue colour combination is uncountably better than your monochrome. (ET TU, LEENE?)
I'm 99% sure Sophia never said Ringo Mogire Beam. Do you think Jesus did? Can I add it anyway? I really just want to go play games now, thankyou. :(
Or see Utena. I still haven't finished the anniversary edition. I NEED TO HEAR THE RIDICULOUS NEW SOUND EFFECTS. The god's name is Abraxas sorta. My favourite is the only straight one. He's very asymmetrical.
I seem to still be doing the rumba. Hmm.
God has become corrupt, wearing that bitter smile. Forcing marionettes to dance as they fall to despair in someone's hands, because slitting paper mache necks is okay on stage. Bloodshot eyes laugh and do the backwards rumba.
But my eyes aren't bloodshot. They're MINTY. It's very very uncomfortable. :(
I have three sentences and one isn't really a sentence. D:
I still have no idea what day it is cause of that time a few months ago when I changed the date to cheat on Dissidia and apparently, I use my psp for that.
The last two fingers on my hand are trying to infect my arm with their stupid and its making my elbow feel REALLY weird and I wanna lay down on itttt. I don't wanna sit up anymore, I'm so lazy. Nnng. Those fingers are LUCKY I need them to wear my rose signet.
...Can I kill of Jesus first? Yinghua says no, but I think its cause I said 'kill off.' I think I will.
This is exceptionally difficult with this mad hatred I have of a creator god and all.
OH GOD ITS TOMORROW AHHHHHHHHHH
WRITE LEENE WRITE
I'M SO COLD
Oh wait, we're still doing the rumba?
RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA RUMBA
Who decided what I'm worth? When tigers and panthers are inside my heart. They have no idea of the beasts lurking within. Liberate us from the thoughtless value we've been given!!
Seriously though. I'm freezing. It's hard to work when you're frozen.
OH GOD ITS NOON AHHHHHHHHHHHH
My own birth! Absolute birth! Apocalypse
Okay. Gonna write about killing Jesus, then error, then how the world sucks, etc etc, then have a short Jesus-y story. Nng. GOTTA WRITE.
I'm gonna post this everywhere, just so I don't have to think there's something else I COULD be doing. Hrm.
DARKNESS OF SODOM
DARKNESS OF LIGHT
DARKNESS OF DISTANCE
ENDLESS DARKNESS
THE ABSOLUTE DESTINY APOCALYPSE
THE ABSOLUTES DESTINY APOCALYPTIC DARKNESS
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
MOKUSHI KUSHIMO SHIMOKU KUMOSHI MOSHIKU SHIKUMO
yeeeeah... I don't think I'm gonna finish. D: |
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|11:58 am] |
Recently, I have lost my mind. I've gone batshit insane.
Further proof is that it's 6:30 in the morning and I'm awake. (But I am miserable.)
I'm actually cooking right now, so shh.
Things that have happened recently:- I completely lost my mind.
- I've caught lots of things on fire.
- I can't see Mexicans. Especially Chibi.
- I'm told I lick James' everything, for the taste.
- I have a dachshund.
- I think I like myself even less.
- I think I like myself even more.
- I have learnt Mexicans have stolen and perverted wienerschnitzel.
I'm awake to make sure the house doesn't catch on fire, and to baste. (You say it is stupid, I say it makes me feel better and fuck you, that thing heated up pretty god damned fast.) Oh, i'm like, trying to make a turkey, cause, I have a free turkey, and my aunt's food is terrible. She buys a premade one from a bbq place, and by the time we get it, its made of LEFTOVERS. Uhh, no. There are some things you just can't buy, cause places are kinda closed the day you need them, and they're icky after the day of. (And you thought it was because of love.)
I was gonna make dressing from turkey guts, but no one else wanted them. So I was gonna make the for the dogs, but the kidneys were REALLY scary. So they got heart and liver. Daw. YanYan especially needs them, because his hobby is watching other animals eat his food.
Also, I've learnt I REALLY hate animal people. People who say I need to only let the best reproduce, and put animals with any issues to sleep. (Protip: Yinghua and I would probably have been culled if we were puppies!) They seem to live in some sci-fi (syfy?) world where we take Darwinesque businesses into our own hands.
If I can do these things to puppies, I also require abortions and pulling the plug on people, as well as killing the miserable. (No, we don't need to kill all old people.)
They all also seem to hate chain petstores, while most all work at them. (Which is ironic, cause they kinda can't work without them HAH i'm poiting everything out cause its EARLY.)
Though Petco is totally a bunch of douchefags for selling me wild fish while claiming otherwise. Cause you know, the one I have kinda demands a really different PH and all, and, I kinda can't get more fish now. Fuck you guys. Not to mention, its EVIL since it like, isn't overbred into STUPID like most farmed fish.
But anyway. You can't just kill something off because its old. I mean, there's a point when it is indeed pointless suffering, but dude, if it were say, your grandma, that's completely different. Don't give me this 'they're like people' and 'they're my family' crap if you won't kill your grandma cause her hip hates her and she's slow. None of this, oh, we're taking the old Buick to the all you can eat! WHOOPS, just kidding grandma! You BASTARDS.
I accidentally bought Soul Calibur for the PSP. (Hey, I was in line 20 minutes, first person in it, and they didn't HAVE the game I was buying. Soul Calibur popped in my head cause I was talking about it the night before, and 20 minutes, I had to get SOMETHING.)
So quick battle has you fighting like if you were in an onilne thing. It has fake opponents fighting with mostly custom characters.
Fake characters are prone to SUDDEN nakedness.
Most female characters, you really won't notice since they're already scantily clad.
Most male characters are apparently in tighty whities underneath their outfit of badass. It's pretty okay, cause, I kinda have it just to beat the living crap out of other computers when I'm bored, but, I wish I could choose the opponent in quick mode and all. That's it! Nothing more. Also, I made stupid custom characters. Yinghua fights like Cervantes! :D
(TURKEY. SMELLS. SO. GOOD.)
I read most of Sailormoon last night.
I have learnt thaaaaat:- It is holy in that it is MADE of plotholes. (holey?)
- Naoko Takeuchi cannot draw.
- She also doesn't know what an eraser is.
- Imagine the main characters having sex. Do it. You CAN'T. Even though they kinda DO in the course of the manga.
- Everyone is gay. They have to be. I mean, its fact Darien is, but that's WAY too many chicks kissing to claim only TWO aren't straight.
- I tottaly prefer English names.
- Reading Sailormoon at any point in your life will stunt your artistic growth by ten years. ...Okay, seven, but NO LOWER.
- I cannot STAND sailormoon's character.
- Dude, seriously, wtf.
She needs to draw these poses naked. Really. I mean, no one else has ever been SO guilty of just making LEGS come out from places. I'm 100% certain she CANNOT draw unless they have clothes to just throw legs under. Also, she seems to have somehow gotten WORSE with time.
The story makes NO god damned sense. (This could SO be translation issues, but I bet its on both sides.) EVERYTHING has an EVERYTHING. And this EVERYTHING will come from NOWHERE or be important then NEVER mentioned again. Also, screen tones have NEVER been so EVERYWHERE. Action scenes are pointless, quick, and EVERYWHERE. Also, no sacrifices are made. EVER.
Oh hey, my food is done. Too bad I'm sleepy as FUCK.
Also, I had the FREAKIEST dream that I was supposed to pretend to slit Jeannie's throat and be just generally creepy so she could get some weird sexy thrill out of it. DDD: |
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[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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[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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| Music Post- J.A. Seazer. |
[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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[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.
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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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