We got the internet back! Wee! I'm currently in the process of making a new LJ, because this one has these huge gaps and whatnot. It's machinewithin, it's still in progress so there's no entries (there are 15 icons already- that was always my passion.) I still have to make a layout which will require at least a little bit of time for finding what I like and recalling how to put it together exactly. Whenever that's done, my journaling will continue. I'm sure no one reads this anymore, which is totally understandable, but if you do and you're my friend, be sure to add machinewithin. I will end up adding all my friends on this account who are still active anyway.
We didn't have internet for a long time after an ice storm, to explain my absence. Today's Mike's 19th birthday, I went shopping for his Xmas present last night and wouldn't have had enough money for Living Wicca if I had bought him two things so I just bought him a belt and stole a pin that said 69 on it. I should have just paid for it, it was 75 cents, but the kid working the cash register at Spencer's looked like he just his puberty and I wasn't in the mood to be... visualized. There was this couple in the vibrator section, I couldn't tell if it was 2 girls or a girl and a guy but they were acting like buying a vibrator was a visceral experience, like it's just so poetic and beautiful. I'm not sure if they were just trying to look mature by not giggling at the pictures on the package or what, but I think the point of Spencer's is for perverted people like myself to come and laugh at things. If that isn't the case, explain to me the penis-shaped lollipop. Beautify that one, please, I implore you.
Anyway they didn't have Living Wicca, at least not that I saw. I asked this girl at the counter if they had it, since they had it about 5 days ago, and she typed 1 letter on the keyboard and said no. I should've called her on it but I wasn't about to get mad since it's my lazy ass who can't just look for themselves. Plus, I take solace in the fact that she was by far the pregnant-est person I'd ever seen, she probably weighed 80 pounds before her body went all funhouse-mirror. I mean, she didn't have pregnant-lady boobs or anything, just BOOM. I honestly couldn't determine if she was REALLY far along (to be working anyway) or if she was just so little underneath that it was just in comparison that she looked so big. Her stretch marks will be penance for treating me like dirt.
I'm thinking about reading alot like I used to. I got 3 books for Xmas(well, 2, I bought a different one last night with Xmas money) and they were probably my favorite gifts. I got Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis, Brave New Girl by Louisa Luna, and last night I bought Poison by Chris Wooding. I got the first one from Brandi's parents, I asked for The Rules of Attraction by the same author but I guess they didn't have it or something. I was flipping through Lunar Park the first word I read was 'ejaculate'. Brave New Girl came from Mike's mom, I asked for it because I read it once like a year and a half ago and I really liked it but I lent it to Jake and it never reappeared. The one I bought last night looked pretty good, the back of it sounded like Ella Enchanted a little bit. Not the movie, the movie was so bad I only got through a few minutes, the book was amazing though. I'm on the Amazon page for it and one of the recommendations is by Maureen Johnson so I'm looking forward to it.
I graduated from the Ketteler outpatient program yesterday, it was cool, I'm going to miss my therapist though. She was the shizz. She hates children, curses like a sailor, she's just awesome. Usually therapists try to read into every last damn thing, but she just lets things go. I remember the adolescent therapist last year was a huge douche who was horrible at his job and needed to get laid or something because he never smiled or expressed any emotion whatsoever. Apparently he works midnights in the inpatient unit now. Haha, Matt got the graveyard shift because he sucks. Anyway Leah is my hero. I think I'll probably pop in to see her when I go to my follow-up appointment. I'mma go take a shower, I smell like alcohol from spraying so much Cucumber Melon spray on myself and letting it sit.
Thanksgiving sucks as usual, I plan on being a crabbypants all day purely because I feel I have the right to. School sucks more ass than I previously anticipated, some douchebags in 3rd hour were seriously sexually harassing me so I told them I was a lesbian and I'm not looking forward to the results of that lie. If only I could put Mike in my pocket and bring him to school with me and have him kick their ass. On second thought, I wish I could do all that except with me kicking their asses with Mike as backup on the offchance one actually fights back. People really suck. Anyway...
YouTuber; One of my favorite Family Guy scenes. Tomorrow is my other favorite.
So I was looking some stuff up on WebMD because I feel like shit, particularly in my tummy, and apparently excessive stress can cause IBS and stuff like that. I'm pretty sure I've got IBS, I have all the symptoms, but it doesn't flare up until I have a stressful day, like today for example which was my first full day of school. If anyone has any thoughts, I'd love to hear read them, because it is utterly inconvenient to feel sick to my stomach when I'm already emotionally upset. Thanks.
At 3 AM on November 20th, 2006, me and Mike had been together a year. And what an amazing year it's been. I really have nothing to say that he doesn't already know and it's really nobody else's business so, yeah, LOVE.
I ended up getting him a card from Spencer's, a cookie shaped like Stewie from Hot Topic, and I filled a notebook with lyrics from songs that remind me of him. He, from what I could tell, appreciated it all. He didn't even eat the cookie. Silly boy.
I ♥ Neopets, and at least it's better than World of Warcraft in terms of nerdiness. Well, according to Brandi anyway, I've never met anyone that played WoW. But if someone really died playing it, it must be bad.
So I don't feel like looking on YouTube for something to post so, enjoy some lyrics, yes?
In a face A view Through eyes this world collides. I am voiceless in my angst And nothing can take us back To innocence. Short, sharp, bloodlust reality. In despair I reach for night, in water purity reigns to be resolute. As a land we clean our minds, reap our belongings, sow our angers and our strengths. All to obsessed by weakness we have brought ourselves to meaninglessness. So easy to control, bring to harm. A gathering of fools unjustified, on a mountain. I collect my thoughts and I rise above all that despises me. Comprehend the ways of man and under a flag we salute or burn there is blood on both shores. With hardened mind I traveled, with hardened heart I conquered A freedom so ironic, so despicable, so hypocritical.
There is anger resolute. Rears its familiar head on the TV screen. In a dozen bags a life was placed. In a breath he smiled and waved. Five minutes at a time the power held true. Without consternation our laws are lost. Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual. Another tag, another headline. Another smiling face shall stay 10 winters long forever. And where are the angels to guard? Where is the God of men and children? He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls. I know it's right and I know it's time for freedom: to kill another and to kill another child of the flag 'till there are none left... to kill another and to kill another Gaze in horror at what you've become and take a look at what you've done. You'll repent for what you've done; raping my daughter, raping my son.
Now that it's been several hours since that grave injustice happened to me, I do believe I am calm enough to make a pleasant picture post.
Mike gave me some anniversary gifts today, our 1-year is on Monday. Hopefully I find my wallet by then and can get him something. Anyway he got me a hilarious sex-related card, a pretty necklace that says "Love" on it, and one of those cute encouragement books full of animal pictures. Visuals:
I know it's hells of blurry, it's shiny so that's the best I can get it.
This just makes me think, most people want expensive jewelry for their anniversary, but I honestly can't think of anything that could've made me happier than a book of cute animal pictures.
Us last night, my eyes are all puffy from crying all day since I registered for school.
That, right there, is the supposedly-distracting hair color I got kicked out for. Fucking ridiculous.
So I tried to go back to school today and they kicked me out because I have blue hair which is actually black but since they have fluorescent lighting it looks blue. I'm so angry and insulted I don't even know what to say. So this is the end.
Looking back on some stuff, I've known some real bitches in my day. One in particular, whose myspizz comments/messages set off this rant in the first place. I really should thank the Goddess everyday that I haven't seen her in forever. If this person reads this, they should know its them after this sentence: I'm well aware Mike is prettier than me but it's just mean-spirited to make it obvious. That's like walking up to Brandon Flowers and that wife of his and saying loudly "Brandon, you're alot prettier than her". DUHHH, not only is it stating the obvious but it's also probably just intended to make one person feel bad and the other one feel uncomfortable. Congratulations, Captain Obvious! God, some people, I swear.
Tonight's YouTube thinger, a King of the Hill clip:
I've decided to do a YouTube-a-day thing since what I find there is way more interesting than anything I have to say. Today's is the Sean on Acid scene from SLC Punk!.
So I have an interview tomorrow at Walgreens and I'm totally not going. Why, you ask, being that this is my first ever interview? Because I had the misfortune to move beyond any comfortable walking distance since I applied. It figures, of all the places I applied to, the one that's farthest away at this point calls me back. Now that I think about it, though, they're all pretty abnormally far except Subway and my application there has expired. The more I want a job, the more unemployable I become. It just so happens that no matter where I apply it's going to be a long boring walk to get there(It'd be a different story if the entire walk wasn't one straight line down the same blocks all the time, at least from my house there's more than one route to take) but Walgreens is just absurdly far. It probably equals out to about 15 blocks, which is walkable, but not daily, and certainly not without a winter coat. Goodwill and Subway are the only places walkable on a daily basis, and Goodwill isn't hiring under 18 right now. I hate to say it, but I kind of wanted Starbucks to call. I don't really know why, I hate coffee, snobby stereotypical coffee drinkers, and 40-somethings in business suits, which is what I'd be dealing with, but I guess the lazy part of me says "Look! Semi-easy job in a place that smells good!". Employment is a harsh mistress, but unemployment is a downright BITCH.
So I bought a Penthouse Forum yesterday (well, Mike purchased it, being that I'm a minor, but you know) and it's AWESOME. I have one question to the publishers: If I promised to buy every copy I could find, would you please make a gay(male) issue? Yeah, the lesbian issue I bought was the SHIT and a half, but slash-on-the-go would really jolly my roger. Speaking of which, when I'm done with this, I'm totally searching for a BDS(For future reference: Boondock Saints) slash and/or rpg community. (In fey Queer-Eye-esque voice) Obsession!
PS LIEK WHOA New pictures when my camera quits being a douche and accepts mildly used batteries. My camera is no longer my bitch:(
New layout, made in 7 minutes along with Mike's myspace layout, plus some new icons of the Boondock Saints. To celebrate, YouTube will take the place of champagne.
EDIT: I forgot to add that I am doing this because I have a severe lice problem and I have literally no alternatives. Treatments don't work, we always miss a few eggs when we do it manually, it's just im-fucking-possible. When I think they're gone, I'll have someone check my head and I'll have a million eggs and like 7 bugs. It's fucking ridiculous and I refuse to put up with it anymore. So it's either what's in that picture or something with less remaining hair, I have far too much as it is. When I grow up I'm going to build an atomic bomb that will just kill all the lice and nothing else. Except maybe brown recluse spiders. Those suck too, but lice definitely. And so help me God if I find the stupid motherfucker who gave it to me (and STILL has yet to be treated) he better hope I'm not armed. All it took was one hug and I, not to mention my family and friends, was infested. Fucking ridiculous. I have alot of angst because of lice. They're itchy and creepy-looking and they have more children than I can count. Not to mention they're communicable; and altogether USELESS. UGHHHHH. HFJHKJJGFJGF.
Ugh, I hate Carl Budding meat, I just had the worst sandwich ever. Anyway I don't know why I'm up at 9:14 in the morning but I've been up ever since Brandi went to school. I tried to go back to sleep but usually I watch SpongeBob to put me to sleep but it was my favorite episode and I ended up paying attention and then Dora the Explorer came on so I'm fucked. So yeah, enough of that subject, Dora gives me the heebiejeebies. I'm reading a horrible review of my favorite movie (The Boondock Saints) and it's amazing how funny negative things can be.
After that it gets really fucking stupid, when the reviewer begins saying Rocco is in the Russian Mob, which he is NOT, he is in the Italian Mob. The fact that the McManus brothers kill members of both mobs is apparently mind-boggling to some people. Then at the end of the review he says that most fans of this movie are under 25, which, while it may or may not be true, is completely irrelevent because I've met more insightful people that are too young to drink than adult intellectuals. More important than any of that, who takes that much time to write so much blowhard crap about something they don't even like. If I don't like a movie, I usually start to contemplate suicide about 25 minutes in (ala Resident Evil) and if anyone ever recommends that we watch that movie ever again I either fake sick or begin to cry. Not everyone is like me, I know. If I don't like something, I really hate it. But still, if this person hates the movie so much, why'd they watch it twice?! Sometimes reviews are lost on me. I keep hearing that the movie is like Pulp Fiction. Honestly, I've never seen it, simply because I tend not to like movies that are cited as 'genius', plus Quentin Tarantino doesn't really jolly my roger (though I do like the second Kill Bill). Anyway on to my other favorite bunch of movies, I found The Flying Car short from the Clerks DVD on YouTube, so here it is.
Wow, it's been forever. I'm at Brandi's and I figure it's an oppurtunity right? So uh, status report; Me and Mike are trying to get our own place, I'm trying my damnedest to get a job, and in the meantime I like to kill time looking at AMAZINGNESS such as this: Guhhhhhh. Anyway I went trick-or-treating last night dressed as a sexy Mafia gangster type thing with Brandi, Haley, and Aaron(anyone who went to Hot Topic recently and saw the gangster costume, yeah, that's it) and got an okay amount of candy, we got kind of shorted because we went at like 8:30 and by then everyone had turned their light off. Anyway I say you're never to old to trick-or-treat, especially since Aaron is 20. Anyway here's what I looked like a week ago: Friday I dyed my hair dark purpley and it's shorter now because a friend of ours gave me a lice (I should kill the bastard) so yeah, it's basically a darker, more soaked-in version of that color and bottom-of-the-ear length. Fun, eh?
Comments are nice to find in my inbox when I get a chance to check things, hint hint.
So my internet/computer prospects are looking up, my mother wants to get Charter internet/digital cable and Brandi's got a computer for me so it shouldn't be too long. As far as what's been going on lately, there's quite a bit to tell. My great-grandmother, the one I live(d) with, went to a nursing home after her doctor told me to call an ambulance for her because they thought she was having a stroke and they found fluid on her brain. My mother, her boyfriend Eric, and her friend MaryBeth are all moving into my house, and Mike is too after he gets his license. Yay. That's kind of all. Oh yes, and <3 VNV Nation.
So I have no internet, it cut off a couple nights after the storms and it hasn't been back on since. My satellite's been off too, if this were a year ago when I had no life I'd have blown my brains out by now. Anyway I'm at Justin's now, I have no clue when I'm getting any of it back so I guess hiatus again.
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