Today was shopping and Halley and wtf Exit for DS I wanted buttanz and not my not-ds stylus oh fuck me.
AND NOW I GIVE YOU
But, shit. Shiiiiiit. COME ON HAZEL, YOU CAN DO IT RAAAAAAAH
- track:Can't Get It Up If The Girl's Breathing - Repo! The Genetic Opera
Ah, ah. Can't shake this feeling of having fucked up. Can't even talk about it 'cause I know I'll go digging for symphathy and I don't want to do that. YE GADS I'm being such a pussy about this. (I do believe there was fair warning; not on this, but on the nature of this-- but nobody would take such a confession at face value, would they? I'd like to see it to believe it.) It's cool, I guess. This is what drove me into those papery arms of words and doll joints. It's cool.
Ah, well. Ah. Ahhhhhhh. I had a filling on Friday. Filly filled for Friday, for failing forensic findings. Fuck, fwhat?
- track:Walking On Leaves - Masafumi Takada
WOW I AM IN A BAD MOOD. It's not even a bad bad mood, either. It's one of those moods that's kind of rare to identify because it's so... only... slightly off-kilter. Well, fuck it. sooooo ggghhhheeeeeettoblastah. I feeeeel good, I feeeeeel soft ahhhh msi, they's comin' here in a month, yeah. and I'm wimping out of going due to lack of cha-ching and a feeling of uneasiness toward the matter. should go for christina, though.
GAAALALALALALAGALAGALA I need a JOB and I need some TIME and I keep slacking off even when it doesn't feel like it and it seems that every conversation I get into face-to-face only ends up making me feel like I'm just wasting wasting the time-time shit, shit, and it feels like all I'm getting to see is the uglier side of these people and there's so much fucking... rraaaage rage rage, yeah. Like, the people who are all LOOK AT ME I'M SOOOoooOOOooOO ROMANTIC Y
fgsfds can I slap a few people first? oh, no, but then that'd mean I'd care... and yet I have little faith in the possibility of such a subtlety being recognized. AND HEY LOOK AT ME WITH ALL MY RISE ABOVE SHIT. I'M SUCH A FUCKING ELITIST HUH.
oh, yeah, and, uh, fuck. In all of this, I'm so motherfucking bored, fuck. I have all this shit to do and I'm still finding the time to wallow in self-pity and annoyance at how dead-end the days feel? I MAKE MYSELF SICK. FUCK ME, MOTHERFUCKER. kgljajglakglajkgljak
k I'm done. today. hur dur lowercase I'm such a rebelllsafksafupaosjfpasOKAY I'M DONE, DONE DONE DONE. DONE.
- track:Super Mario Brothers Rap - BENEFIT
Fuck your doublespeak; try some face value for once. It'll only make things worse, but I'll respect you for that. are ee es pee ee see tee. It's not like you're in excess, darling. D-d-darl'.
Hey, what's with the lack of thought in this today? It seems like I have to reach so far, and once I've gotten my fingers clenched around a prospect, it turns out to be brand name only-- the same old thing in a prettier package. What's with the focus on profit, profit? Where's the heart, men? Inside your chest? Do a little ripping, come on, get a little bloody. It's the classiest kind of murder.
Oh, fooey, I'm tired of zero. I break even at the end of every day. Or maybe I'm a little plus one, plus two? C'est possible. Plus three when the sun shines. It's home base, though, and I wanna rocket-ocket out, chaps. Rocket-ocket go go fly. Ah, what a mess.
Gears are gunked up. Is this the price I pay? I'd rather be a thief! I'll burgle you away, sweetshins. It's on.
- track:Summer Rain - Etro Anime
FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKAFK FORCAST IS TORRENTS OF TEARS YOOOOUUUUUUU
... you talented bastard
- track:Pianissimo Epilogue - Akira Yamaoka
OKAY OKAY OKAY so. sososo. Ahmet's sweet sixteen was pretty damned cool, yeah? lulzy brawl tourneys, lulzy derrick comedy revisitans, lulzy rockband sessiones, yeah yeah yeah. Mowen's a pretty cool guy, doesn't afraid of losing with his SKILLZ (I had a pass in the first round only to fight him in the second and LOL HE TRIED TO SAVE ME WHEN I FELL OF M
LOL AT THE MICHEAL KID WITH HIS MS K TAL
SO ON THE WAY HOME (this is the highlight part in a day of highlights) my Ate commented on the velocity at which the car in front of us was driving (ten below limit, g). So she was like, "I want to switch lanes but we're already close to the turn..." soooo five minutes later it turns out slowbuddy is turning the same way :D! so we follow them on downward and she's like PLEASE don't be turning right at this street so of course the dude/tte turns right. WONDERFUL! BETTER THAN MAMA!
They end up going straight past the next four way, same as us. We take around fifteen minutes down a five minute street, and at the home stretch, there's another turn-- so I cheer them on for left, but they pause at the stop sign without a hitch-- and then the left blinker blinks jubilantly as I lol and Ate groans.
Five minutes later, we need to turn right, so the lovely people in front of us turn right as well, of course. Loverlies. I'm thinking it's Wervin maybe, since he lives on the left side of our backlane turn-- we're on the right. So, as we roll ever so calmly toward the backlane, waiting for them to get out of the way, they turn into our backlane! DAHAHHAHAHaklhfsalkfas
And THEN they slow to a stop just after our garage, and people walk out of it towards maybebrian'shouse. GG GUISE :D
- track:the updater - tsutchie/fat jon
ANYWAY we spaghetti factoried and that was a quiet riot with it's soupor salad and reverse centaur weddings and fuck year ice cream and shit. After was some perusal of the downtown heart we were occupying, and then the sorting of teams for hide-and-seek-- which was mostly fruitless save the purpose of designating hiders and seekers. Hiders won in the first fifteen minutes; Jenny and Ahmet first because shopping at the candy store was the best place to hide and then Ahmet got a free pass for buying me rock
Ray called saying he had seen three hiders on the stairs but didn't know what to do next; the hiders and I mosey'd around town, racing the elevator and laughing and candyshopping and LOOK THERE'S JONATHAN he bolts we split up and run and TOTALLY MISS HIM LOL. He won, straight up. Everyone gave up, hahaha.
Toward the end, Jenny was generous enough to let us go to her house for mobies so the remainder of the party piled into the stalling van and we made it to her house eventually (/jeff). There was Little Big FUCK YEAH Planet, Saw V lulz, Jeff screaming like a banshee and that whole sofa of nocreepymovieskthx-ers, and and creampuffs. Then I was obliged to leave and said goodnight, my sister driving Ray, Marty, Romel, and Jay Em home to the tune of Pokemon innuendo and Marty what the fuck is wrong with your neighbourhood it's been creepy like that since my Ate was a kid you motherfucker I was so creeped. Bahahhaa.I'm all creeped now, thanks.
It was a good night with good people and cakes and stuff. Also JENNY GREAT TEACHER ONIZUKA IS FUCKING L
Exam week... spent about an hour in the jazz room studying and making noise and stuff, that was cool beans. Gonna miss the teachers/classes of this sem, if not the coursework. Fucking chem, blahahaha. Choir tomorrow, uuuaaaa.. possible movies after, though, so that's cool beans, too.
Okay, that's all for now, sweetcheeks. I gotta let you go.
- track:Sincerely - Nujabes
HEY LIVEJOURNAL WHAT THE FUCK IS UP? Fuc
Today was nice, dig? In the S3 vs S4 girls dodgeball game I was the last one of my team and I won that shit. Lots of lucky fumbles on the S4's part, but I won. That's like, fourth out of four althletic achievements of my life. (We lost the next two games.) Duck-duck-goose, Ollie-Ollie Octopus, and "upset the fruit basket" followed. And thus ended my second-last year of phys ed.
Chem was oh shit I have to finish the review and chatty. I was ON TIME for once but of course we had a sub and I couldn't show Mr T my appointment-making prowess. Ah, well. Lunch was singing and I fucked about that already. TA was preggo-Kelly and oh bananas in pajamas I wanted to see the drama production, cheer on Angel, but english plus chem plus lol extracurricular. Siiighyaiyaiduck. FUCK YEAR ANGEL YOU DRAMA GO!
aroundtheworldaroundtheworldaroundthewor
Graphics was nice and productive and I wish I had taken the papers home. English was more graphics-productivity. Deeana/deanna/dee-ah-nah complimented my done an arts i^i so kind~ and and... yes. right. Yes. I will miss this semester at the same time of being fuckglad it's past, but, shit. Three left and LOL BAI GUISE. That's fucked up to me. Also I missed saying fuck. Fuck you you motheforgetter. Mom saw that on an email to myself and gave me the e___e face and I was like awesomeplz.jpg
SO FUCKPISSED THOUGH. Day went downhill spiral when dad was like you've got mail and I was like FOR MEEEE? and 30/50 1* 0 0 1. 0 0. 0 0. I didn't get the job I didn't didn't didn't fffffffffffffffuck. ffffuuuhhhhhhhh uhk. fuckle dee dee preeteehee. fuck me. fuck me sideways with a grotty brick of glass and rusted eyeronz. Fuck fuck! Fuck. Fucknipple hammeranus. What? Fuck? Fuck. dees gorgeeeeous blues.
Tiiiiime. Stop that. B IS STILL ZERO WHERE THE COCKPENIS ARE T
on an unrelated note Brina bought me a shamwow val u pak for my birthday lol lol looooooool fuck year made in germany. YEH-HAAAH.
- track:Nosebleed - Deftones
There was, however, a window that always, always took precedent over the impending blue screen. No matter how many windows were open, this one would stay, because it was useless to close, in the first place; it felt like we were always talking, talking.
I miss that.
- track:What You Meant - Franz Ferdinand
The best days are the normal ones where I'm your routine and you're mine and that's a club it feels worthy to be in-- but if on the special days where we break routine and leave eachother in the dust what were we but crutches to the other anyway? Limp along life with me, dazzle the moon with your chosen orbit. We're just reaching for stars, anyway. You're a star to me. That art project in grade nine is just salting itself; I'm glad I don't know where it is. I don't need a reminder. It's all too obvious when I sit down and think, and distraction is a dish poisoned by this bitter aftertaste. That's the best way I can explain it, and it sounds so trite. Tainted? No, that's for bodice-rippers. Poison is iffy in itself because it's so fairytale and that is what this is not. It's just the same shade of grey through and through.
You just don't get it and here I am walking in circles around the heart of the matter. I like walking in circles, you know, because there's the moment where I forget I'm even walking and I guess it's my meditation. What does it matter what you do so long as your mind is clear? Hey, look, another revolution. I fucking rock.
What sucks the most is that no matter what I say, no matter how I say it, it doesn't ring true until experience rears its glorious head. Even if you're listening. Who's listening anyway? And
and holy shit bbl
editedit: So right when I'm bawing over the day it becomes fantastic. WELL IT'S TECHNICALLY THE NEXT DAY NOW, SO SUCK ON THAT. ... thank you
You make your magic. Why is it that we're so afraid when we realize this? And, well, it's okay to be disappointed by people sometimes. If it's all the time, you've gotta tell them. If it's any time, you've gotta tell them-- if they're important enough. That's Giving Chances. Red didn't get to her grandma's without going through the forest first. She also made it through all on her lonesome. That was a spell called Cunning and she did it on her own.
You can do it on your own, but you also have a choice. Always. Please remember that.
- track:Mach 13 Elephat Explosion - Masafumi Takada
 Dear Santa...Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In June I put money in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dreamphobia's expired parking meter (14 points). In November I stole metablack's purse (-30 points). In January I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). In October I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In February I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-466 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal! Sincerely, |
WOOO.
School was cool, right? I went through the whole day thinking, damn, it's a pretty nice day, hopefully there's not something evil lurking later on in the after hours. I get home, spot my little cousin, and turns out he and his brother are to be driven by my sister to their piano lessons. Cool, right? I eat the last lumpia when I get home and crave it hardcore, there's no rice left and I'm too lazy to cook more, so I figure I can tag along with my sister and maybe procure some fast food-- which I'd been also craving all day. Like preggers or something.
ANYWAY, we pile into the van and la di da di da, get to the place, tl;dr tire blew out. Like, BAUM. No screeching or skidding or spinning, just a weird scraping as my sister manuevres into the parking lot and extinguishes the ignition. The tire's all sad and flat as a teeny bopper so we're all like, oh shi--
She calls her boyfriend, who suggests calling John, who is called, and then dad is called, then calls, then mom calls, then Ray calls, then I dunno, stuff happens. This was like, around four-fifteen. Around a half hour later, a man and his son mosey on up to us, and we're all lolwut and they're all Good Samaritan and offer to change our tire! Rockin', right? Yes, I was iffy about it-- stranger danger and the like. But then Ahmet's all HAY I SEE YOU IN MUSIC PLACE SOMETIMES they nice guys, for serious, so we go hey that's cool of you and stuff goes under way. They pop the hood and pull out... a crank and a jack? From the engine. Or next to the engine. '94 Caravan, lived with it my whole life and I never knew it had something like that. So the man gets to work on loosening the donut WHICH I LEARNED WAS A SPARE TIRE LAWL but it's being very stubborn.
An hour later it's being very stubborn. Ahmet, Ariel, and Tita Nene show up around five-thirty, and it's all dark like night already, and stuff. I get sent to find a hacksaw to cut the damn thing off, and find the only one in an eight-piece set at Canadian Tire so I'm like baaawww and they're like we just buy new real tire and I'm like 'kay. By the time I walk back, John calls again and he's l'arrivé, and gets to work with his toolkit of proffessional. professional. processional. And the van's jacked up and the crippled tire's yanked off and then dear old sister goes with Ahmet and his mom to procure a new one. And also Adam arrived sometime after Ray. wat
MOTHER ARRIVES, and it's like lawl hey mom and she's like k guys what's the dilly-oh and she is briefed and then she ninjas off home 'cause daddums is feeling quite under the weather. The man and his son leave with hearty hugs and a nice meetin' ya, our pleasure; they were cool, lol. Personable and I totally saw where the guy was coming from-- he said he needed something to do to kill time during his son's lesson, and this was a challenge and that's totally pimpin' yo.
They get back with the tire and JJ works his magic and voila and then the cousins head home and the remaining head to Boston Pizza which is, like, right there, and chow down while lulzing and following the election. And then Obama won. Which is cool, yo. So it was an interesting day-- I LOVE ADVENTURES~
SLEEPY HAZEL TALKS ABOUT
9:00 departure
9:35 greyhound, luggage
10:15 wind mère
11:20 uni magic
12:26 escalator meeting
12:45 burger king
1:30 burger king
2:00 school
5:30 departure
?:?? granted parking
?:?? corn maze
?:?? I feel like a ghost
?:?? mud
?:?? GUESS WHO
?:?? lulz
22:00 logan
24:00 wind mère
24:30 lakers
24:40 home
... well, that was fun :'D
THIS IS THE FUCKING LEMON DROPS, YO. THEEEEE SHIT. WOOO.
So so I wrote an essay using one short story from the course for a source, and then Silent Hill 2 for another, and No More Heroes for the last and and annnnnd I got a 91 on it~ I've been pulling 70s in this course, this is way fuckin' fantasticoes! Haaah. She said I would've gotten a better mark with two short stories, since that was the requirement, but BOOYEAH
and and also I rushed to the graphics room when school let out to hand in my late assignment-- I had stayed up 'til one last night trying to at least finish inking, and the colouring was so rushed-- but Mr H was so cool about it, and said it was fantastic but awkward kinda and I was like lol ya and he was like Panopticon? That used to be one of my favourite words and I was like OMH REALLY and he was like yeah I wanted to do a graffiti of it using its concept and I was like dude I want to write a story on it and he was like I'll draw the cover~ and it was cool, yo. Raaaad.
FUCKING RAD. WOO. Good Friday, good, good Friday.
I am SO spazzing out over this right now-- No More Heroes 2 is... REAL OH GOD YES <3
props to edgar for linking me, unprops to all the people TRYIN' TA BRING ME DOWN. Ain't no down from this high, baby, it's all airborne.
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WAY2BBITTERSWEET, HAZEL :lawl:
- track:Pleather For Breakfast - No More Heroes OST
^From a license plate.
and now, CHRONICLE
I got up at, like, 08:45 to get ready, since I had to be ready for my ride by 09:30, because I was going to my sister's class that started at 10:30. Philosophy, yo-- I was pumped for all that mindblowing epiphanatical etcetera that she had been talking about; she even, like, prepped me yesterday with... uh... Descartes? And lol God and innate and holy snap he exists HAHAHA crazy stuff.
So we leave around, like, 10:00. Ate left her cell on the ironing board so I was like oh shi-- and we arrived at about 10:30 and she wasn't there but then she hijacked a stranger's phone to say that she was there and she was barred from class because she was late and I felt all bad because she even asked her teacher if I could come and lol bad impressions and I was looking forward to it and she was looking forward to it and we all fall down. So me, her, Jonalee, and Jenny go on a Uni adventure and tralala up stairs and down skywalks and through shelves and shit and photo ops and it was cool.
We found the Chapel and mulled around for quite a while, killing time (SKIPPING CLASS) and looking for orbs and creeping ourselves out with lols and stuff and it was cool. Cool, cool. Thennnn people come in so we leave, and, like kill a bit more clocks 'til Kuya Jon finds himself liberated and 2012 and college and laptops and chairs and blocks and HAY GUYS WE HUNGRY so we trip over to the ENVOOOYYYYYY and head to Polo. Because this is our downtown adventure, of course.
SO WHILST THERE we partake in cold sushi and colder frozen yogurt youguurot yoghurt and window shop galore because no job = LOL NO MONIES and there is much lulz to be had browsing back shelves and much vomitting when concerning that which is about strange fools who call themselves vegetarian when they so obviously are abusing a simple similie liek wtfs. Then AN EDGAR APPEARED and stuff was happened and pictures were taken (including an especially bitchin' one involving an around-the-corner mirror, I mean, I don't even care that I look like a camwhore with the cellphone in the shot, I love it to bits and pieces) and in the end, there was only loneliness we headed to the parking of cars lot.
On the way home, there was a drunk guy in a mohawk (at 16:00, wtf), a silly license plate, a sleeping sister, and a windy day. Which was nice. I do wish I had been able to attend Ate's class, though.
- track:IOU - Metric
