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my, my, baby blue

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:02:36 GMT

Fuck yeah, Hana-Kimi was the shit. HIIIIROOOOOOO! Ah, and I read all of Akaku Saku Koe today, too, didn't know it was that short... I've been spoiled by entertainment today, so cool. Tomorrow I work five hours and then PARTY-PARTY HO HO HO.

Week was a blur, Choralfest went awesome, then walk walk walkin', Christmas shoppin'... man I'm such a failure at gift wrapping. And money saving. And walking, apparently, wtf is up with you, left foot? Be cool, dude, it's a'ight, you don't need to act all arte about things. ANNND what the fuck's up with my rockband drums, I haven't touched them in months and suddenly the yellow one refuses to trigger. C'mon, dude! Yellow makes up, like, ALL THE SONGS.

I get to see Charlene tomorrow, eeee! I MISS YOU CHARLEEEEENE

and on tuesday I'm going to try to talk to mister big blue (who has nothing to do with the title of this post, fuck year aerosmith) and I feel like well I'll talk about something totally neutral like hey man how's school goin' for ya or do you have a job because you've been running through my mind allll day baby and wait no I can't pick up guys LOOOOL lines are fun though

AHHH if only I knew how he'd react. we should totally be bffs or something. I'd love to see him outside of school, though, even if it's like I'm at work and he comes by and turns out he's on a date with his giiiiiiirlfriiiiiiend and I'd be like HEY MAN HAVE A GRAND OL' TIME then when he left I'd be all BAAAAWWWWW HATERS WHY YOU GOTTA HAAATE but at least I'd know he exists out of the school hallways and is a person HO. ... .... dude I know like nothing about him... crushes are so fickle

IKENAI TAIYOOOOU

well, time to attempt some mario again, peace out bruddas

with the door wide open no-one can leave

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:55:45 GMT

Sometimes

(not all the time, mind you, but I won't grant you the grace of saying not even all the time because that is a lie)

Sometimes,

I want to hit you.

(But first comes yelling and screaming and get it through your head!)

(Well... maybe that's not first. Maybe that's after. Dramatic effect.)

It's like my logic is a code undecipherable by your mind, and (as always) vice-versa. I know I'm trying. I know, then, to doubt you.

(It's gotta go somewhere, right?)

I can see myself getting tired of feeling like I'm in the wrong place at the right time almost all the time. These boxes where we learn the world are so confining. I know, they're only boxes, after all.

belle of the brawl

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 04:43:04 GMT

FUUUUCK YEEAAAHHHHH! I'll see you in December, sweethearts!

Also, HELL YEAH PUPIL CONCERT WAS CAPTIVATING AS ALL HELL. WENDEL YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME LOL. Ely you are magnificent. ARGH AND THE GUITARISTS AND BASSIST AND OH JUST EVERYTHING.

YOU SUCK

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 03:20:00 GMT

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FUUUUUUUUUUCK

DREAM BABY DREAM

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 02:37:54 GMT

I don't know how to stand in front of you.

I don't know how to stand in front of you.

I don't know how to stand in front of you.

I don't know how to stand in front of you.

I don't know how to stand in front of you...

I'll write you harmony in C

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 05:54:29 GMT

I want to ask you for the things friends do for friends but I'm afraid you'll say no because I'm afraid I don't deserve them, so I don't ask. In my planning I realized that I had included you without actually knowing if you wanted to, and isn't that just the most selfish thing? I don't know what you want. I never know what you want. I only think, conclude, and hope that if it doesn't hit that tiny chance that it's what you want, it at the very least makes you happy. I never want to make you feel you need to put on a show for politeness' sake... but that's asking too much already, because I know it'd be asking a lot of me.

I want you to take the first step in showing me that I can have faith, because it's so easy to expect things of others (but not of you), so easy to know up 'til what time in the middle of the night I'll wake up for you in an emergency (7:59am, since anything after that is morning), but I'll never know about you and, in my world of breaking even, it's all about reciprocation. (Except that I'm learning that sometimes it's not. Sometimes the positive you take in is proportionate only to the negative you put out or vise-versa. Sometimes you'll turn off your phone on me and I'll keep it plugged in and turned on and near my bed throughout the night. Only paranoia, though.) I've only just recently realized that maybe this tenuous grasp on belief I suffer may be a mutual struggle. I'll keep tugging if you will. (But I won't know that, and neither will you.)

This started out as an apology (wherein you was vous and not tu) but now I'm just tired of missing people and not knowing if they miss me back, even just a little bit. The littlest bit. Just drop me a line, okay? No, drop anyone a line. Really.

damn it, jim, I'm a doctor!

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 06:52:42 GMT

SO YESTERDAY we went to see Star Trek. And it was soooo worth watching, in my glorious, rhinestone-studded opinion. Then there was McD's with McLaughter and McImitation by McJayEm and McMaurine McCoughing and McSteph's McAmelia toy and GOD DAMN JENNY'S CAR IS SO FUN. SUCH A FUN CAR. EVEN CUTTING KUYA JON OFF IN FUN. FUNNNN CARRRR /frothatthemouth

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

Facebook note turned OC MEME~ feck I miss my people

Rules: 10 ~~friends out of random~~ [WITHOUT] looking at the questions!

1. Marisol Hye
2. Zero Yong-Sun
3. Alec Asade
4. Joss Smith
5. Chale Mancini
6. Takeo Lyon
7. Elysia Lamore
8. Loren Zane
9. E.J. Dai
10. Irving Jaffa

1) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at their house. What happens?
Joss invites Alec and Loren to dinner at her house. She and Loren proceed to tear the house apart and Alec slips quietly into the bar for a drink.

2) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a night club.
EJ tries to get Chale to go to a night club. And he is successful and they both go clubbing and they both end up going home with a one-night stand for the lulz.

3) You need to stay at a friend's house for the night. Do you choose 1 or 6?
Do you choose Marisol or Takeo? Heheh... heheheh... fiiine I choose Marisol

4) 2 and 7 are making out. 10 walks in...Their reaction?
Zero and Elysia are making out. Irving walks in... their reaction? Irving quietly and quickly walks out, mentally damning Zero because he always gets the girl.

5) 3 falls in love with 6. 8 is jealous. What happens?
Alec falls in love with Takeo. Loren is jealous. What happens? Loren kills Alec. And then it was all a dream~

6) 4 jumps you in a dark alleyway. Who comes to your rescue? 10, 2 or 7?
Joss jumps me in a dark alleyway. Who comes to my rescue, Irving, Zero, or Elysia? At first I was gonna say Elysia but LOL she'd be helping Joss! Irving's the next best bet, but... that's by a long shot. tl;dr I don't get rescued. .__.

7) 1 decides to start a cooking show. 15 minutes later what is happening?
Marisol decides to start a cooking show. Fifteen minutes later it is going fine but she has a lot of injuries and something's burning.

8) 5 is in a car crash and is critically injured. What does 9 do?
Chale, EJ - EJ does nothing UNLESS this is after the nightclub thing. Then he visits.

9) 3 has to marry either 8, 4 or 9. Who do they chose?
Alec has to marry either Loren, Joss, or EJ. He picks Joss. Then becomes very lonely as he treats her well, so the Ollis Inners don't kill him, but they don't have to like him. Except they do in the end, 'cause he's Alec.

10) 4 kidnaps 8 and demands something from 5 for 8's release. What is it?
Joss kidnaps Loren and demands something from Chale for Loren's release. I love how this is totally something that might happen. She'd probably demand a karaoke performance and then win due to a) Loren hating Chale and playing along to spite him and b) Chale not wanting Loren to hate him any more than he already does. OH, U

11) You get to meet either 1 or 6. Who do you chose?
TAKEO. I picked Marisol for the other one, anyway. ... You know what, I wanna pick Takeo for that one, too, damn it.

12) 10 challenges 4 to a chariot race. Why?
Irving challenges Joss to a chariot race. Because they can.

13) Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?
Nope. Alec is the Krillin of thse worlds. LOLOL NO but just say the Pocket Changers are totally, totally like Saiyans... to him.

14) Everyone is invited to 2 and 10's wedding except for 8. How do they react?
Loren doesn't care. Zero marrying Irving? Maybe he does care because THIS IS HILARIOUS

15) Why is 6 afraid of 7?
Takeo is afraid of Elysia because of dat ass

16) 10 gathers everyone around to tell them a fairy tale. How does it go?
Irving: "Once upon a time, there was a wonderful Knight in the employ of a lauded but evil Prince. This Knight was much more befitting of the Prince's title, Charming and all, and lived a life of second place. One day, the Prince got himself a Princess. They killed each other, and the Knight became the Prince and everyone was happier. The end."

17) 1 arrives late for 2 and 10's wedding. What happens? And why are they late?
Marisol arrives late for Zero and Irving's wedding. Zero is miffed, Irving is also miffed, and Marisol is sobbing because it's just too much and her cheeks hurt because she's smiling so hard.

18) 5 and 9 get roaring drunk and end up at your house. What happens?
Chale and EJ get roaring drunk and end up at your house. Chale and EJ are obviously terrible influences on each other.

19) 3, 8, 6 and 4 all go to the zoo for 8's brithday party. How does it go? What presents do they get 8?
Alec, Loren, Takeo, and Joss all go to the zoo for Loren's birthday party. Alec, who had given Loren a polite smile, leaves slightly traumatized. Joss forces Loren to have fun, and Takeo doesn't take pictures.

20) Everyone gets together and start protesting something outside of your house. What are they protesting? What do you do?
They're protesting LACK OF WRITING and I'm staring in awe at the manifestation of my paperchildren.

21) 9 murders 2's best friend, What does 2 do to get back at them?
EJ murders Zero's best friend. Then EJ dies. Good game, Zero.

22) 6 and 1 are in mortal danger. Only one of them can survive. Does 6 save themself or 1?
Takeo leaves Marisol to die. Nobody's gonna call him on it.

23) Which one of them is most likely to fail at life?
Irving, 'cause of his fairy tale.

24) 5 is trapped in a cave. 10 comes to rescue 5. What happens?
Irving rescues Chale but then leaves him there when it becomes apparent that Chale has no money with which to recompensate Irving for his efforts.

25) 3 starts a day camp. What happens?
He enlists the help of Marisol and EJ, so Zero and the whole of his town get into the mix, and the camp is a smashing success but the kids are kinda brainwashed. Good game, Zero.

26) 4, 6, and 7 are doing the Hokey-Pokey. 8 walks in. What happens?
Joss, Takeo, and Elysia are doing the Hokey-Pokey. Loren walks in. He is forced to participate.

27) 1 starts to write a fan-fiction where 9 and 10 are going out. What is 2's reaction?
Marisol starts to write a fanfiction where EJ and Irving are going out. Zero asks her, in no uncertain terms, "What the fuck," and she's able to rationalize it somewhere as a coping mechanism, and so he shows the story to everyone at work and Irving kills himself. Maybe.

28) 7 makes an apple pie. Is it any good?
No, Elysia's not into the baking. But she's into aprons. And dressing up. And oh-my.

29) 8 and 3 go camping. For some reason they forget to bring any food. What do they do?
Loren leaves Alec for dead and hunts quite efficiently for himself. Alec boyscouts his way to the highway and gets picked up and dropped off at a gas station.

30) While they are camping, they run into The Blair Witch. What do they do? (If you haven't seen that movie pretend they ran into the Boogyman or something like that instead)
Loren moves on. Alec boyscouts his way into helping her cross the street to his now-defunct day-camp.

31) The quiz is over. What does everyone go to do now?
SLEEP, GODDAMN

pretty as a car crash

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 21:44:50 GMT

kwaieht (4:34:02 PM): HOLY

kwaieht (4:34:04 PM): HOLY PENIS

kwaieht (4:34:11 PM): GUYS GUYS

kwaieht (4:34:16 PM): k so I answered the phone

kwaieht (4:34:33 PM): and it was a telemarketer but I don't like just go stfu bro I don't swing that way right

kwaieht (4:34:38 PM): so I'm like, may I ask who's calling

kwaieht (4:34:47 PM): and the girl's like, this is hazel from telecomblahblah

kwaieht (4:34:51 PM): and I'm like wait what

kwaieht (4:34:53 PM): I'm hazel

kwaieht (4:35:02 PM): and she's like what! are you from the philippines

kwaieht (4:35:10 PM): and I'm like YEAH but no just my parents BUT DUDE

kwaieht (4:35:26 PM): then she starts talking to me in tagalog and I'm like loool and she's like where are are parents from and stuff

kwaieht (4:35:30 PM): then she's like, how old are you

kwaieht (4:35:34 PM): and I'm like seventeen

kwaieht (4:35:38 PM): she's like WHAT SAME AS ME

kwaieht (4:35:42 PM): and I'm like O___O

shaggdog3 (4:35:43 PM): What

kwaieht (4:35:44 PM): then I walked into the door

kwaieht (4:35:51 PM): and my sister laughed at me

kwaieht (4:35:58 PM): so now telemarketerhazel has my email

LATER, to Jesse the Great:

kwaieht (4:56:10 PM): BUT OH MY GOD JESSE

kwaieht (4:56:18 PM): my sister and I were talking about jobs

kwaieht (4:56:31 PM): and being a telemarketer; like, why she didn't like it and why I wanted

WE TOTALLY WERE HAHAHA WUUUT.

chase the morning

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 05:26:46 GMT

Repo!, you are getting me through pre-cal. It's hilarious. Fuck did I burn myself out, though. I WAS TRYING REALLY HARD... yesterday and today... ahhh, ah. At least I can be confident in those last three sections.

But, shit. Shiiiiiit. COME ON HAZEL, YOU CAN DO IT RAAAAAAAH

play the bruise piano

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 02:23:30 GMT

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?

whipstickagostop

Fri, 27 Feb 2009 03:46:23 GMT

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 YEAH THAT'S HOW THEY TALK with their little lyrics in their screennames and shit and then there's the LOOK AT ME I'M SO PROFOUND and the I'M SUCH A NICE PERSON or I'M SUCH A BUSY PERSON or I'M SO WANTED or I'M SO UNIQUE. If you're any of these things, like, truly, you wouldn't say of that shit at all, right? I'm so siiiick sick sick of attentionwhoring, and moreso of the people who do it and then are all LOOK AT ME I DON'T. The mother fucking hypocrites. Fuck this train, I'm jumping off.

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.

remember when the boys were all electric?

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:23:35 GMT

I'M STOOOOOKED. and yet idle here, killin' ticks and tocks with a tap-tap-tappin', a-tap-tap-tappin'~ So, here's some things to say.

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.

the weight of a scream

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:53:56 GMT

FUCK THIS MANGA, FUCK. FUCK YOU, MOHIRO KITOH.

FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKAFK FORCAST IS TORRENTS OF TEARS YOOOOUUUUUUU

... you talented bastard

stop hanging DJs

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 05:16:32 GMT

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 MY OWN FAILURE except it was more like a kick toward death dahahah) and Gerwin is Timmy lord of the underworld and Mr Pimped DS and Agron won the mayreeoh case thing ffffffff well at least he tried singing some songs and my ate sang whatever song lol and Jeff OH NO, OH NOOOOO why didn't you help me LOL I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING OH NO HAHHAA and uh... lots of food and a short game of basement tag lol best basement for impromptu tag and rockband was fuuunnnnnn gg on sixteen omlette du fromage.

LOL AT THE MICHEAL KID WITH HIS MS K TALK AND COMPARING WIISPEAK TO XBOX LIVE "hurdur my house is better than your house faggot"

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

RAIL TRACER

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 07:35:29 GMT

Hey, motherfuckers, I didn't tell you about my birthday, did I? It was magnifico despite all the unexpected little things. Like the people I enjoyed the most, the people I didn't miss... the people I did. You know, you know. Anyway, it was cool and worth all the shitstains that took place before or during. Fuck yeah, sautéed mushroom starter you are the shiiiiiit. Good company, too. Christina's bitchin' chocolates, Angel's zombiecard, Ale's MARRRGGE, Brina's shamwowing (except that was on my birthdayday); Jeff, Keeno, and Richard showed up with a gift, too, this tissue cover thing that's like fucking awesome and meant for toilet paper but I'm using it for change lol. Jeff was saying he wanted to pick this thing that was red lips and the tissue came from between them-- what awesome store is this? Must ask Jeeves.

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 ~~lobster~~ candy. Then Richard was like lol I fell on the icy sidewalk and that was endearing, as was the way the majority of hiders all ran off in one direction. Also was how all the hiders shoved Jeff out of homefree and let him get tagged by the RomelJayEmNorman combo. Also was how Norman was like I was on the balcony and wanted to pull some eagle eye shit lol. Also was the whole motherfucking game.

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 LOLS I KEEP FORGETTING TO TELL YOU.

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.

keep your love for the world

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 00:06:59 GMT

HEY LIVEJOURNAL WHAT THE FUCK IS UP? Fuck fuck fuck. That was choir today. Something-and-with, not not NOT something-and-two-and-with. Fuck me. I kept messing it up. You used to captivate me. B is 0/15 and ahhhh I wish it was at least 1/15. And updates updates I'm kind of sick of updates.

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!

aroundtheworldaroundtheworldaroundtheworldaroundtheworldaroundtheworldaroundtheworld

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 THE B UUUUAAAAAAA

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.

can you do me a party favor?

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 05:23:05 GMT

My old computer was the half-succeeder of the first one we ever had. It had three gigs and if you had enough windows open to shrink their tabs, it wouldn't be long before it crashed. With a consequence like this, it was always imperative to have the least amount of windows open possible-- that was, closing slow conversations, bookmarking "to-read" pages, stuff like that.

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.

one hand loves the other

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 07:19:50 GMT

don't tell me about today don't tell me about well, fuck thanks for telling me about today that's so damned rad of you, fuckerend. I guess it's disappointment all around, huh? And let's be vague just so you can be vain and think this song is about you, don't you, don't you, don't you. Here's the mask but the moment it crumples I will do my best to make it so it's like there was never a face to begin with. Who deserves a face? All of us worms.

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

hey you, big star

Thu, 18 Dec 2008 03:01:48 GMT

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.

ice cream soup

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 23:23:51 GMT

jacked from maaannnndddyyyyyyyyy.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In June I put money in 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,
noise-e

WOOO.

bleed it out

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 22:15:24 GMT

I want to be thought about... but not this at your leisure shit. I'm worth more than that, damn it.

another minute, feelin' so fine

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:18:20 GMT

hey guise have I got the story for you. no. so here's what I do got:

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~

EMPTY96

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:11:01 GMT

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

hell with lemon drops

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 21:45:58 GMT

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.

TRAVIS STRIKES AGAIN

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:31:26 GMT

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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(~~So how was your day? So how are you feeling? So what do you think?~~ Oh wait, nevermind. Bookwalk today was delicious.)

WAY2BBITTERSWEET, HAZEL :lawl: