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Quatsch!

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:36:34 GMT

1. Who would you want with you in the event of a zombie apocalypse? (Sorry, I love that question)

*screams like Ashley* LEONNNNNNNNN! HELLLLLLLLP!

2. If Gumsh-Gumsh, Prof Prof Layt, and Linebeck were trapped in a burning building and you could only save one of them, who would you save (and subsequently marry and sexually torture if you so choose, not necessarily in that order)?

Nyaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I'd say.... Professor Layton. Just because he seems like a lover, not a fighter.

3. What does the crocodile have for dinner?

I think, today, I'll begin with the elephant's child.

4. Nobody pays attention to me. Eeeven the bacteeeria ignore me. Why does nobody pay attention to me?

It all started when you were a wee one, playing down by the murky waters of the Hackensack River. You noticed that cradled in the muddy bank was a small metal box. Toddling over, you plucked it from the muck and turned it over and over, carefully scrutinizing the dull metal sides. Just as you curled your fingers under the lid to fling it off, a raindrop plummeted down from the low, rolling clouds overhead. As it started to rain, you quickly dashed home along the dark road, box in tow. You arrived home, legs splattered with mud and cold box clutched in your trembling fingers. Approaching your parents where they sad hunched in the dark at the kitchen table, you held your prize out proudly. They didn't look up. A tiny noise escaped your mouth, a pipsqueak of a question mark. Their dull eyes rolled lazily towards you, hardly acknowledging your presence. The blank stares deeply frightened you, and you slowly backed away before skittering up to your room. The dark room was lit only by the glow of the setting sun behind the thick billowing clouds outside. You flicked the lightswitch; the bulb shivered with light for a second like your youthful hope, but then fizzled out. Suddenly, you heard stomping up the stairs. You dropped the box and it fell with a heavy clatter as you dove under the bed. You saw your parents' feet moving slowly across the floor.

"Is this the...?" your father's voice called, almost dead in tone.
"Yes," whispered your mother. "Yes it is." Her hands picked up the box.

You could hear her prying open the lid. It came off with a pop.A cold tingling began at the base of your skull, spreading through your head. A crackling, popping noise filled your brain. The pain radiated down your spine like you were struck by lightening. Black slowly spread across your vision, until only a numb oblivion remained.

So yeah basically you're dead lulz.

5. Do you loooooove meeeeeeee? (Do I WHAAAAAAAAAAAT.)

Do I looooooove himmmmmmm? For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes, cooked your meals, cleaned your house,
given you children, milked the cow, after twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?

Fucking freshman

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:45:46 GMT

So I guess now I'm a victim of verbal sexual harassment. Yaaaaay! In 3D Art, there's this fucking weirdass freshman who randomly decided to sit at my table one day. He says weird shit but for the most part we all ignore him. Today, however, my friend Katie was absent and maybe he felt this was his chance to do something without getting the shit slapped out of him.

So basically he said some stuff. Weird stuff. Sexually explicit stuff. I dont really remember everything, but here's a sample of a few things:

-Referring to me as his "lover"
-A rendition of "Its Raining Men" involving female sexual organs
-References to masturbation.

All. Period. Long. Jesus, talk about immature. Eventually I slammed down my glue gun and growled, "Stop it. Seriously, you're going to get kicked out if you keep it up. Just. Stop." So he sort of slowed down a bit but still continued, so I warned him once again.

After class I told my teacher about it, and she took it really seriously. She made me write down what he said so she could report it, and assured me multiple times that it would be anonymous. As I was writing, I realized I wasn't really upset by it, more like annoyed and disgusted at his immaturity.

So later on, I was called down to the VP's office (or whoever the fuck he is). At first I thought it was cuz I was making fun of his haircut and said he looked like a barber from the 50's, but then I realized that it was about that kid. So I wander into the room and since the kid was in his actual office, and he wanted to talk to me out of the ears of the secretaries (which made me realize again how little I was bothered by the whole situation). So basically he ushered me into a fucking supply closet and I gave him the lowdown on everything. He told me the kid basically admitted to everything, although his version of the story was a little off: he said I didn't say anything in response to his idiocy. Of course, I said this was untrue and I was believed because I am a girl and a victim, boo hoo.

I dunno what happened to the kid, but he's definitely getting punished. Whoop-dee-doo, the world continues going round.

On an unrelated note, I just discovered Fiona Apple thanks to a friend. Yay, Fiona Apple!

Yuck

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 22:19:22 GMT

Ew I just ranted on my DA journal and I feel dirty. Once again I brought up how people will look at one picture of yours (pretty much always the result of some search), comment and fave it, but not even bother to look at the rest of your things despite the fact that you might have more stuff they like.

I have a strong feeling that my stupid little rant will go unnoticed, with the exception of a few odd denials every so often, and then a small but sudden jump in the views for each of my pictures.

Is it even worth it? I was thinking of leaving the site, but in the end I probably won't because there are people who actually like looking at my pictures, whether out of obligation or of their own volition. Also its kind of like a crackwhore and her pimp- you just can't leave. Or maybe you can and I'm just being an idiot. I dunno.

Sooooo whatever. If you want to see the journal entry you can go here: http://dorkyluzrreject.deviantart.com/journal/ Hah and maybe look at the rest of my gallery too.

Its not like it'll change anything anyway, but maybe it'll grab the attention of somebody, right?

....Right?

Ugh I shouldn't even be getting annoyed because of this dumbass site for tweens to post their bullshit. I mean, I thought it was deviant ART, not deviant SHITTY EMO POEMS.

Pewps

Sat, 31 May 2008 02:42:34 GMT

Roo pooped out blue. And then she pooped out aquamarine.

A glimpse into my childhood.

Wed, 28 May 2008 03:19:50 GMT

A song from an old tape we listened to in the car:
El gallo Pinto no pinta,
el que pinta es el pintor;
que el gallo Pinto, las pintas,
Pinta por pinta, pintó.

This song talks about a poor Mexican family who are on their last few reserves. All their chickens have died, and now they must resort to eating their beloved family horse- Ol' Pinto McClipClop.

Nippers!!!

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:52:24 GMT

Nipper the Dog

Nipper the Ouch.

And of course, our favorites.

Also, the babies were born. They're twins, the product of rape. Yay!

Stupid Fangirls

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 02:06:20 GMT

A few days ago I posted a picture of Linebeck on Deviant Art. Within an hour I had 7 comments and a fave. These girls said things like "ooh I love this drawing! Its great!" and shit like that. I like how despite the fact that they love the way I drew that, they didn't even bother to take five minutes to look at the rest of my gallery. Like, the pictures I actually care about and not some grotesque fanart of a fictional middle-aged man who is obsessed with money and not teenage girls who lurk on shitty art sites for pictures of him because they ran out of masturbation material.

And why the hell is my computer so slow!

Errowr!

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 23:02:33 GMT

I want to watch this! Somebody get it for me!!!

I'm officially part of the newspaper club, as the comic... maker... thing. I'm also making a comic for my friends, and everyone seems amused with it. I've been told by a certain somebody [HACKmiichanHACK] to make it into a web comic. I've been pondering the idea, and it'd be cool to have a sea of fanwhores, but that's a pretty idealized situation. In reality the thing is drawn sloppily on notebook paper, with certain themes that would give the pope an aneurysm. My parents too, maybe. My mom didnt like my hilarious desktop, of the one cat on top of a passed-out cat glaring at the camera, captioned with "I will rape you like I raped this bitch." I dont think she'd like the whole "Wow, my mom sure is hot!" thing. But anyway, I digress.

I have a lot a lot of fun doing this comic and make new pages every day. If it didnt require effort to be neat, I might almost do it for a living.

Edit: My mom read the comic. She likes it, surprisingly. She said it was funny and cute or something.

Looks like being able to draw useless shit has finally come in handy!

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 23:28:14 GMT

...Cuz my friend nominated me (without my knowing) to do a comic for the school paper. The lady in charge of it doesnt even know who I am, but despite that she was like "okay yeah whatever". So now I'm doing that. I'm gonna give a rough draft to them tomorrow and see if they like it, if not, screw them. The lady basically told my friend exactly what she wanted me to do, leaving me really no room at all. I just draw the people, saying what she wants them to say, arranged how she wants them arranged. Meh, oh well, they'll be bowing down to me in no time.

Blarghen!

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 02:44:52 GMT

Today I was having the worst cramps I ever experienced, and when I went to the nurse they outright refused me before I could even finish what I was saying. I just wanted to go home, they didnt even have to deal with me at all. But no, I could sit in class with my uterus tearing itself in half for the rest of the day. Well thanks to them I almost passed out after school (for reals). Incompetant douches.
On a lighter note, doing the goog thing of "[your name] needs..."

Jessie needs expert legal and investigative assistance outside the State of Missouri to ...
Jessie needs help
Jessie needs to get her life back on track
Jessie needs a home
Jessie needs a loving home
Jessie needs the help of the powerful and secretive unicorns to save both our world and the Realm
Jessie needs at least a one-hour walk each day
Jessie needs a sign price
Jessie needs to get Alex involved in the process of hiring and training his ...
Jessie needs to; -CATCH SOMETHING! [Jeez, since Cascoon evolved, her team's been the same. She needs a Combee or Bronzor or something of that sort. ...]

There was a lot of "adopt a pet shit", I guess I'm so awesome people are naming their dogs after me. Also there was a "We need a Jessie's law!" which was about some guy having sex with his girlfriend's daughter. Who was 18 months old.

Yay I drove today!

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 01:36:24 GMT

Today my mom wanted to take my sister and go to some store that doesnt matter, but my dad's car was blocking hers. She told my dad to move it and even though he said "I'll do it" he didnt move. My mom said, jokingly, that I would go move it, so i took the keys and went out to the car. I turned it on and waited for my dad to come out so he could take my place in the driver's seat. He came out but instead of coming over to the driver's seat, he went into the passenger's seat and guided me out of the driveway and onto the curb. I have to say, my driving was superb and far more superior to any of you guys' first time driving. Hmm hmmm!

Also, I got up to Snowpeak in Zelda. And visit my DA page because its lonely. I get no pageviews and barely any comments, and when I do its always from the same people. *yawwwn* Blech school starts on wednesday and I have to finish this worthless book by then. Oh well.

Blah!

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 21:21:40 GMT

Yeah I cannot wait to get the hell home. Saturday!

Last night my roommate decided to hang out with some girls on a different floor for a night so I was all alone in the room, and when I went to sleep I decided to sleep with the door closed (I'm scared to be alone in the dark), cuz there was enough light from the streetlights and stuff. Well I went to sleep and had horrible nightmares though the whole night. I kept waking up in a cold sweat, and when I tried to tell my friend about one today I couldnt even get through half of it, cuz just remembering is awful. I dunno if I'll ever be able to go in complete darkness ever again.

Also, today one of my pictures was in this cheapass art show, but it took place in a real art gallery thing (but they stuck us in like a cold basement way out of the way). It was my eyes, all shaded and stuff, and I thought it was really dumb but everyone was complimenting me and said it was really good and that it looked just like me. :3

I wrote a really really emo poem. About my fucking blankie.

Blech we gotta be totally packed by seven so I gotta go finish now. I prolly wont be online at all tomorrow, but I'll be home by like noon on saturday. Yay, home!

Miichan dont go camping.

I went to the bronx zoo yesterday!

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 19:41:46 GMT

Jesus man I gotta talk about this. So we're on the bus right, and all that morning I had a stomach ache and after driving for fifteen minutes I realize its my period. So I've got like an hour and a half to go of driving and I gotta sit there perioding. in the end it turned out it was all okay, just a drop or two, and I put on a pad in the first BR I came to at the zoo. That's not the worst part though.

I will ALWAYS remember this... when I think of the trip. So when I'm on a bus or whatever I'll look out the window at the scenery, sometimes into other cars and make faces at people. I'm staring out the window and see this one car come up, and the guy sort of looks like George Cloony. So I'm like grinning madly at him and he's like staring at me, and staring at the road then back at me over and over all suspicious-like, and I'm kind of wondering, until I realize... he's not wearing pants. I think, "ohhh Jesus, he's not gonna do what I think he's gonna do." He sort of slows down and we go ahead. Next time he speeds up I can see he only has one hand on the wheel. He slows down again, then comes back up. Two hands on the wheel this time. Next time I see him he's beating away like mad. I didnt see anything though, cuz the door was blocking the way. Here's a message for all you wanking drivers, especially Jeffrey (that's what I named him): Save it for the shower. And if you get so incredibly horny you cant keep your hands on the wheel, then pull over. People complain about deer and pedestrians and all that stuff being distractions and causing accidents, but orgasms should be high up on that list too.

I loved the zoo, but it really is dumbfounding how disrespectful people are to the animals and to the basic zoo RULES posted up on signs. "No flash photography, dont make lound noise, dont tap the glass, the animals are sensitive." I yelled at people cuz they were rapping and banging on the glass. Friggin poisonous snake tank, guy's bashing his hand against it. I say "Dont bang on the glass." Poor sand cat, agitated with all the noise in the World of Darkness (the signs said to shut up), two guys are banging on the glass. I tell one, i says, "dont bang on the glass, they're sensitive!" He looks at me and goes "Yeah?" all conforntational-like, and I'm like "Yeah" in the sort of way you'd go "yeah muthafucka, I'm having my period right now and I am gonna make you swallow your balls if you mess with me." I felt like a stuck-up brat telling people this, but it really annoys me. Honestly, people, if a sign says "this is a snake that kills fifty people with one drop of venom" you're not gonna be knocking on teh glass. Anyway, most of teh time it was quiet and empty(ish) cuz we went earlier in the morning and left at the crowded time.

W00t coming home on saturday! I have to go now though so bye!

w00t w00t!!!

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:35:10 GMT

I totally rock at life. Totally! I did my laundry yesterday and it didn't shrink or fade! Amazing! Classic! Took over two hours though.... People kept leaving their shit in the washers/dryers, so I remembered that when roo and I went to do laundry she took their things out and put her own stuff in so I told people to do that. When it came my turn to put my clothes in the dryer it was broken or something, so i got robbed of like a buck and a half (the bastard!) so I looked around for a finished dryer. There were wet clothes in one, and in the forty minutes I was waiting for the washing machine to finish up nobody came, so I took them out and put my own stuff in. Then I took out my GBA and hid in the little nook with the air conditioning blowing straight on me. A while in I hear somebody go, "ohmygod are these your clothes?" and I look up and they're looking at the pile I just dumped on a washer, and teh girl angrily goes "yeah they are! somebody took them out!" and I sorta shrink further into the corner and pretend to be completely fascinated in the pink poofball murdering the sun and moon. They find another dryer and abandon the clothes AGAIN. Christ, people!

Today I got a package with six cookies and two muffins in it, and a panda bear. Good thing too, cuz we just ran out of snacks (all four of us in the suite ate away at the snacks my mom gave me), and I was in the mood for panda meat.

Speaking of food, ugh. There's no milk that exists for drinking, so i haven't had any milk and by the time I get picked up in a week and a half my bones will shatter. The "bagels" they have are rolls, too soft. The only other bagels have seeds and I hate seeds. Plus the cream cheese just sits out in a bowl so its gross. The only things I can/will eat for lunch is pasta (which I have pretty much every day, ugh) and grilled cheese (sometimes) which i had today. Oooh today they also had mozzerella sticks but they tasted like pasta.

Anyway also the main problem with check-in which I didnt get to last entry was that if I'm reading or drawing I cant get into it cuz I'm so paranoid I'll miss check in. But I managed to finish A Clockwork Orange (and I'm sort of thinking in their slang which is weird, like "I viddied that old veck, his platties were real horrorshow"). I dont want to read the other two books I have, I want an actual story and not some guy blathering away about the universe or what his history teacher got wrong, no matter how funny they are.

Waaaah I wanna watch the Simpsons movie!!!!! And also, roo, who is Brittany Rosenburg? Mom mentioned her in the letter that came with the package today and said i said she was "a nice girl" but I dont know who she is! -__-;;;;

I'll try to come on daily to check email and stuff but its hard to come every day, being that the comp lab is usually packed with idiots checking facebook.

Ngh.

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 20:23:27 GMT

Ugh so right now I'm in the computer lab. For the most part, its boring here. Whatever the hell they force you to pay to get into this place, its really not worth it at all. It really sucks. My wrist and arm really hurt so excuse any typos, its hard to type.

Whoever first thought of wearing flip flops in the shower, they are a genius. The shower floor looks like it has a spot of poop or something on it, and in general is horribly dirty. I cant go to the bathroom properly, cuz the toilet is in a stall and the shower is a stall, so people can be trying to shit, shower, and congregating at the sinks at the same time. I cant use the bathroom with people outside the door, let alone in the same room.

They like to pretend like they give you a lot of freedom, too. They set out a boundary and its like "yeah you can go like ANYWHERE, except for here, and here, and here and this place and this whole side of the street cuz they OBVIOUSLY do drugs there.", and they have check-in like three times a day, and if you are LITERALLY late a single minute, you will get punished. Two minutes for every minute you're late. Plus, if you happen to arrive with other people, the minutes are multiplied by however many people it was. So if three people were two minutes late, they'd have to stay twelve minutes behind, instead of just four if it were a single person, which is honestly the stupidest thing I've ever heard. They lock the gates at specific hours and you get in a lot of trouble if they lock you out. Plus you're not allowed to keep any meds at all with you, not even vitamins. My mom had to fax them a paper of some kind so i could keep my inhaler with me.

The classes are okay but sometimes really boring, I take a drawing class which takes place out of bounds (GASP! [the only time you can go out of bounds is if you have a class there]), and if the teacher feels you are doing something wrong she'll tell you what she WANTS you to do, but pose it as a suggestion. Today she "suggested" that I make the leaves on my tree more detailed. I guess she's nice. My creative writing teacher is nice and the class is interesting. We have to write a story for it, but mine's really stupid, but its due typed up and all that tomorrow so whatever. The ghost story class is kinda okay and the teacher's nice too, and today we watched The Others a little so that was awedome. Acoustics in that room, though, sucked, but I already know what happens so it doesnt matter anyway.

There are two types of weather here: Blindingly bright sun and sweltering heat, and pouring with a dash of thunder. Twice (including yesterday), we had the rain and stuffs, and every other day is the heat and all that. There's no point in straightening my hair anymore cuz by the end of the day its frizzy and poofy all over again cuz its always so hot and humid. I'm constantly tired and thirsty, and I've spent most of my money on water bottles. I cant refill them because all the water (water fountains, even regular sinks) is so awful.

I dont like doing activities and being with people so mostly I just draw and read. In this one week I've finished two novels (My Sisters Keeper and The Time Traveler's Wife, both very good), and I'm 2/3 done with A Clockwork Orange.

Saturday I saw Wicked which was awedome and yesterday I went to the Guggenheim. I liked Wicked a lot and the Goog was okay but there was too much extra time.

There's too much more to talk about but I'm too tie-tie to continue and I have to do work.. I hate being forced to socialize. I hate it here. I wanna go home. Obviously, I cant, though. And if anybody says "eh, that's college life for you" I swear to god I'm gonna burst out crying.

New games!

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:12:03 GMT

So we got some games for DS for Nikki today, and we decided that while we were there, we'd get Wario Ware: Smooth Moves. Lemme tell ya, that game is fucking sweet! Its so fun and addicting! Eeeek! EEEEEEEK!!!! Each level has its own mini-story, like when Jimmy T. finds a kitten in the rain, he gives it his umbrella and it winds up following him. Next thing he knows, a horde of kittens is following him, and they go inside the Disco and you play the microgames. When you're done, its morning and the kittens all leave, and the first kitten gives back the umbrella.

In another level, a kid named 9-Volt gets a Game & Watch and his friend 18-Volt accidentally breaks it. To make it up to 9-Volt, 18-Volt goes to the toy store to get a new one. When you're waiting on line, you play the Microgames, which are all based off of real Nintendo games! In one, you're this fatass bug that has to roll over and squash a bunch of Pikmin. In another, you're Link from Windwaker flying on the Deku Leaf outside of Forest Haven (complete with cel shading), and you have to safely land him on the platform. There's also an Animal Crossing microgame where you're fishing, and you have to pull the fish out of the water. You also have to get a high-five from an adorable Nintendog. And there's also this one where you're young Link and you have to pull the Master Sword out of the Pedestal of Time, and then turn into adult Link. Its cool!

The games are really really fun, and really random. In a lot random stuff happens after you finish the task, sometimes something weird will happen like a guy will sprout hair from his scalp and nose after successfully drinking a glass of water, and sometimes the people will make a really freaky face that reminds me of Gyagumanga Biyori.

Anyway, I'm pretty satisfied overall. I drew twenty pictures over the weekend, watched 10 episodes of Lucky Star, and found lots of neat music, and I have a really cool game now. Plus my birthday is next week!

Oh nooooes! I got turrrrg'd

Fri, 18 May 2007 00:11:38 GMT

I are tagged.

1. Every time I get up from my chair, or leave my room, I have to put my chair in a specific position. If I forget its okay, but I absolutely cant forget when I go to bed.
2. I believe that the government has set up cameras in our smoke detectors (among other things) to observe the humans to find acceptable test subjects to kidnap and send to their laboratory where they will attempt to create a supersoldier. Probably.
3. I'm afraid of the dark. Lately it's gotten worse. I have to block my door at night to prevent it from closing, just in case.
4. I check behind the shower curtain before I use the bathroom, and if its open I close it.
5. I was able to trick many people into thinking I am a college graduate only known as I am God (online of course). When I wanted to take a break from it, I told them he fell out the window of his 6th story apartment while trying to escape a second attempt at rape from his ex-girfriend, and went into a coma. They still believe he's lying in a hospital bed hooked up to one of 'em breathy machines.
6. I collect magazine clippings, or rather, steal them from the magazines in the art room, to stick in a giant notebook. The papers keep piling up, and yet I keep forgetting to actually put them in the book.
7. I wanna start playing violin/piano again, but I'm way too lazy. I just wanna skip to the part where I play in a giant concert hall and everyone in the audience dies from dehydration because they've cried out all the water in their body because I am just so fucking amazing.
8. I dont have eight people to tag. Besides, all the people I CAN tag most likely have already been tagged by Roo.

Mehhhh a project is due tomorrow and my group members ditched me at the liberry. Too bad my teacher hates me, or else he'd cut me some slack. I'ma send angry emails now as I wonder if I'm being taken advantage of by a lying selfish fool who probably couldnt care less if I fell out of a 6th story window and went into a coma as long as they could have my stuff. BY THE WAY MY STUFF IS GETTING BURIED ALONG WITH ME, OR BURNED IF ITS MONEY-TYPES. MINE!

Yes.

Roo did it so I gotta... dammit.

Sun, 13 May 2007 16:37:53 GMT

Leave your name and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that associates with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you [uhh i has a bad memory so you'll have to cut me some slack on this one]
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you

Bleh!

GAHHHHDAEMONS!!!!!

Tue, 01 May 2007 22:02:35 GMT

The question I've been wondering since I've read The Golden Compass&l: "What does my Daemon look like?" Finally has been answered. Yet I'm not very satisfied with the answer. I mean, Zyrxey is cool and all but I dont think the description is that great. So maybe you guys can do it for me.

Golden Compass Daemon Thingy

:3

(Danke to Miichan for helping me!)

Edit: leave a comment after you tooken the test, Its changed like three times and I have no idea who did it, aside from Miichan.

Double Edit: Okay no more. It doesnt change the actual description of my "personality", just the goddamn animal. The personality and the animals have nothing to do with each other like they do in the book, so its not worth it. So dont take the quiz.

Roo made me do it!

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 02:12:33 GMT

Ein hundert Jahren zurückliegend, einer Junge war lebendig. Er sieht sehr häßlich aus, denn wann er war geboren, er hat keine Gesicht und war tot. Aber Gott sagt, "Lass Lippen da sein!" und dann er war nicht tot. Seine Mutter sagt, "Ach! Gott! Du scheiße! Ich hasse dich! Hier ist mein Sonn! Nehm ihn!" Und so der Junge [wer war jetzt "Schlappschwanz" heißen] in Himmel leben. Er hat Blut getrunken und mit junge Fraue mitschlafen, denn er war so horny. Jetzt er ist tot. Look behind you!

Some of these words might be off because I had to look them up in ein Worterbuch. Schlappschwanz is my new favorite word.

Edit: Ughhhh! Dont bother looking this up in a translator, everything becomes even more fucked up than what it actually translates to. It translates "er" as "it" and Mutter as "nut/mother". And apparantly it doesnt understand the fact that "KEINE" means NONE.

Yay!

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 22:06:49 GMT

ROO'S COMIN HOME ON UHHHH THAT TIME THAT'S TODAY! TONIGHT! And I beat the Water Temple in Master Quest so you dont have to bother me with that. Turns out you DO have to raise the water level all the way up! Cuz there's ANOTHER block that floats around and normally the water wouldnt reach but if you go on the block you can just barely make it. And I'm scared of the Shadow Temple so I just skipped straight to getting my Gerudo Membership card. It'd be cool to be a member of the Gerudo tribe. They're like the fucking mafia of Hyrule, almost. Except Mexican. Is there a Mexican mafia? Oh shit tangent. So Roo comes home on... duhhh.... tonight! And just in time to beat the Twilit palace for me or w/e the fuck its called. I have trouble with the floaty hand, okay?

And Miichan comes too, ich denke! And tomorrow my friend from Rhode Island is SUPPOSED to come and I dont think he's gonna cancel at the last minute like last time! And if he does, I told him I'd send an assassin to kill him in every way possible in such a way that all the ways of killing will cause his death at the exact same moment. So I think its all good.

I cant wait to play SSBM with Roo! Its been a long time! She only had hot college guys to look at, no hot video games! (Yeah, its true, there are a lot of hot guys at JHU!) And also I explaind once again to Miichan what :3 means! Pshht! He's do dilly! And for some freaky reason I've had an intense urge to play Fatal Frame 2, for a while now, except I'm to ascared ;__;

And a warning to everyone: I dont think you were gonna anyway, but DO NOT watch the Grudge 2. The only good part was the horrible bitchgirl peed herself when she was in a towel in the locker room. But it looked fake. The movie was gross, and it was so gross! This one incredibly unessecary part was so gross! Everyone knows I love milk a lot, and if you dont, now you know. So one of the sane girls goes to her friend's, and to show the grudge had spread to her and made her crazy, she answered the door with a sleepless, showerless face and rest-of. She's holding a half-gallon of milk. She starts to drink, and chugs the whole thing down. She turns back to her sane friend at the door, container still at her mouth. Suddenly, she starts to vomit up the milk into the container again. Once she finishes, she starts to drink it again. I was off milk for a few days, which was a strain on our relationship. But now I'm back to drinking five glasses a day, so its all good.

Uwaaah... I wanna see Paprika!

"No! You're wrong! You like to sing songs about tobogganing!"

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 05:34:44 GMT

Prreoww! Its Ugly Baby! I drawed him. He's more of an It but its easier to say him because... I said so. He has a lot of problems.

He makes me sad when I look at him.

And me friend from Rhode teh Island is coming on... Thurstag! And I drew Donkey the Giraffe! He's purple with orange eyes.

Dream Time w00t!

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 02:54:35 GMT

Okay well like Tuesday or something last week I had the most awesomest dream ever! It was like a movie but cooler because it was a private showing just for me! And it was so awesome there is no possible way to describe it completely!

Okay well it started out where there was this secret organization, I guess they worked for the government or something, or maybe they WERE the government, and they carried out various secret tasks. These tasks, along with the acutal existence of the agency, were unknown by the public. My dad was the head of the orginization. I desperately wanted to help out with the missions, I think it was because I just wanted to help and also longed for a more interesting life. But my dad wouldn't let me because I was too young. Now that I think of it, it might have been because I was a girl too (as far as I know there were no female agents).

The new assignment was to find this special "thing" (I cant remember what it was called) before the evil people did. I didnt know what it did though or what it looked like (and I dont think they did either), just that the organization had to find it. So naturally, I went looking for it myself, with my trusty friend, who I believe was Helena but I cant really remember so we'll just say it was her.

The rest of the dream is hard to remember which makes baby Jesus cry.

So in the beginning, there was an elevator shaft in a fancy building with marble and stuff (might have been a hotel, might have been hour HQ, I dont know). There was a repairman (who had a cool ass hat like a delivery boy, and suspenders) trying to fix the empty shaft so that the elevator would... be inside it, although I dont know how he planned to accomlish that. There were cables coming down from unpenetrable darkness above to one floor below the main floor, attached to a carpeted floor (the carpet was green and sort of worn and not fluffy anymore, but it had no stains or tears). The golden doors below (which would have normally opened up when the elevator arrived) would be opened as a regular door. Eventually I had to investigate the bottom of the shaft, and slid down, while the repairman and Helena stayed above. I looked around in the yellowish light and saw no clues that would lead me to the discovery of the thing. In order to get back up to the level above where Helena and the repairman awaited (the fact that there was a door never crossed my mind), I attempted to climb the cable, but unfortunately I am a terrible climber even in my dreams. The repairman pointed out that the wall was actually stairs. I looked over and saw that the wall wasn't a flat surface but in fact was made up of extremely long, stairs jutting out no more than two inches. Luckily for me, there was a banister. I gripped the banister and climbed up the stairs, half hanging from the banister with my toes on the stairs. The last ones were really hard; even though I was only a few feet from my destination, I was gripped by an inexplicable fear. My heart felt like it was in a free fall. The repairman said, "Yeah, the last few are the worst." and helped me up.

Then we decided to check out a cafe, which was the most awesome cafe and you have to build it. The overall shape of the cafe was round, with dark wood paneling and large windows where dim, grey light from the cloudy morning came through. To my left were the booths, the tops of them looked like things that I dunno what they're called. Kinda looked like these things, how they're all curly and stuff http://www.1001fonts.com/font_preview_ttf.php?font_id=1332&text=d+l
(the picture wont work so I had to put in a link to it, sorry) And to my right were small round tables with chairs that pulled out. The tables on both sides were made of dark, unpolished wood, but most of them were covered with dirty dishes from the customers. We walked between the tables, and I suddenly recognized one of the people from the bad guys' team, to my right. It actually was Road Kamelot from D.Gray-Man (I had finished vol. 3 that day, so I guess that explains it.)

She was just pleasantly sitting in the cafe. There was a chocolate near the edge of the table, sitting in its wrapping (that resembled pink paper for a cupcake). I suddenly realize that this-THE CHOCOLATE-was the very thing we were looking for! The dark coloring, with the swirls of light pink drizzled on top! And the bad guys had it! I had to snatch it away! I didnt make a sound, I didnt make a movement, I did nothing to take it. We left the cafe empty-handed.

We were in the lobby of the place with the elevator. Everything was golden: the light was a golden color, and the floor was golden and really shiny, the reception desk was golden, etc. Me and Helena were sitting on the golden ground, sadly picking round, red thumbtacks off the wall, knowing that in the end we couldnt help after all. She was trying to console me, I think, but I wasnt really listening to what she was saying. I plucked another thumbtack out and looked at it. It was the chocolate! I jumped up and cried out, and we ran to my dad's office (he always seemed to be in there). I handed it to him and said, "I found it!"

And that's all I can remember :-P

I think it says I started this entry at seven or whatever but I ended it at a quarter to ten. That's how intense it was writing this! Well most of the time was taken up looking for a picture of Road. But this dream is the most amazing dream I've ever had, ever! Its really up there on the dream list, along with the one with the toy clown and once you're through you cant get through! I was even contemplating on making it a story (but obviously less weird and not as contrived [i found the thing i was looking for as a thumbtack on the wall, for god's sake]) simply because of the fact that the visual part of it was just so incredible. Its like it had a style of its own that cant be conveyed through words. Its just indescribable! And If you bothered to read this, I hope you dont think I'm crazy and dont make fun of me.

Yay, tomorrow's the last day of midterms!

Bored?

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:07:26 GMT

Then go here http://www.sloganizer.net/en/

It comes up with slogans for you, all you have to do is insert a product name (or any word, really).

I had fun with seeing the slogans when "incest" was inserted.

La la la BABY!

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 02:55:46 GMT

So instead of doing Geometry I shall write this. I havent checked LJ for a very long time -__-

Anyway, we watched a lot of videos of when we were real real real young. Like I saw me as a freepin baby. I was all tiny and kicky. And then I was older, and then I was older, and then I was really annoying and stuck my face in the camera a lot and said, "Take pictures of meeeeeeee!!!!" a lot. We didnt really watch the videos in chronological order, but you get the idea. But after watching me as a baby, I wanted to see all everyone else when they were babies too. Its interesting to see how you look like yourself, but you're cute, and when things come out of your mouth its cute, even if its drool (in one clip of when I was a baby, and I had a big wet stain all down my front like those sweat stains that fat people get when they go running. I asked my mom what the wet stain all down my front was, and she said it was drool).

So whoever wants to come is welcome, and you gotta bring a video of when you were 10 months to three years. I think I'll have it this saturday. If you come but forget your video, I'm gonna dress you up like a baby, and I'm even gonna provide Depends. We'll even put breastmilk in bottles for you. I'm not really QUITE sure where I'm gonna get breastmilk though...

Oh, Shiruka-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!

Next project in art class is a bust of somebody we know, and I think I shall sculpt Nikki. Our current project is painting. Stupid me chose to make stupid mermaids the subject. I fucking hate mermaids. I've spent the last three class periods (approximately 2 1/2 hours, give or take a couple of minutes) on the face of one. And in comps in art I'm designing an album cover for Vienna Teng. And its gonna be a pain in the goddamn ass. Awesomeness.

I'm kind of upset though. I've finished the parody of Sound of Waves I've been working on for a month or two a while ago, and I've sent it to many people, and yet nobody's even making an effort to finish it. At first I decided it shouldnt bother me, "They'll get to it eventually." But after a long time passed, nobody moved forward in the story. I eventually mentioned it to a few people, and they promised they'll finish it soon, but they dont. The closest to the end is roo, on page 29 or so. Next is Erin in the 20's. Then is Amanda who is on page 7. I asked some people WHY they arent even bothering to finish it. I got a few "I forgot"s, somebody cant view it because they dont have Word. The worst response I've heard was from somebody who liked the original Sound of Waves. She said she "didnt agree with my opinion" so she stopped reading it after the first page, which happens to have nothing to do with the actual storyline, the first half of the page is honorifics, second half is describing the damn island. And it turns out she didnt even bother to pay attention to what she was reading. And then she changed her reason for why she wasnt reading it from the fact that she didnt agree with my opinion, to how she didnt agree with the reasons WHY I didnt like the book (she thinks they arent good enough or something). And apparantly that allows her to stop reading any story she pleases. Another reason I wrote the book was to piss her off. But one of the main reasons I wrote the damn parody was for everyone to read it, and laugh at something that caused us so much anguish last year, so it sort of upset me that nobody was reading it. It kind of makes me feel like none of my friends really care that I spent a month and a half working on it for everyone, even if it was just a big joke project. If they actually gave a damn about the story, I think they'd sit down and read it for the fucking fifteen minutes it takes to read. Its not like its some school assignment written by some boring old guy. Its me! Maybe I'll mention it to them again.

Oh yeah, and roo doesnt have to read it cuz she's my sister.

And Roo, film club is on thursday, I thinks. w00t! Donohue!

Edit on the rant: I managed to get somebody to at least get started on reading it. Of course, she just had surgery, so she cant stay sitting for long, so it might take a while. But at least its a start!