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[Oct. 8th, 2005|04:07 pm] |
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Been a while.
Uh, to recap:
Mom is still crazy.
Sister is still all over the place with her life.
Chris is still a pyschopath.
Dad is still a douchenozzle.
I am still working, schooling, and non-driving it up.
Because my father refuses to buy me a fucking car.
However, it is my birthday on the 17th, so that's fun.
And... I'm looking to go to a seven month course in Toronto, ON next fall for some Animation stuff. It seems AMAZING.
And I think two friends might be joining me...
And I take back all previous "I hate love" comments.
How the might have fallen.
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[Aug. 22nd, 2005|11:41 pm] |
Due to popular demand (read: Whitney haggling me), I shall now tell the story of the day I was almost kicked out of the house. From this point on, there will be grammar and spelling errors out my rear that I shall not bother to fix. Suck it up.
Ok, so, i wake up one lovely sunday morning, fully expecting my father to come pick me up for our usual sunday morning brunch. lo and behold, daddy dearest calls and says he cannot make it because little baby aidan has a fever and needs to go to the hospital. cue me being the loving sister and not giving a shit.
so, my mom informs me that she called two of her relatives that live in florida that morning, since we'llbe moving there next year. two relatives that she's never met. that she's never even talked to. and she calls them. then, she finds out that one of them is dead. and she cries about it.
what the fuck?
so, i said something along the lines of "you didn't KNOW them!" and she got all pissy.
so, then, she informs me we're going to the beach. big surprise - we go every sunday. and i sit in the car. and i roast to death and try to sleep.
THEN she informs me, ever so nicely "you WILL get out of the car today."
this ensued a kind of a "no i wont" "yes you will" tennis match. finally she breaks down and is all "you know! i've had a really rough morning! you could be nicer to me!!"
"but you didn't KNOW them!"
so, yeah, she snapped a bit. then we started arguing about every little god damn thing. well, by argue, i mean, her throwing things at me and me trying to defend myself.
and she even had the balls to say "i'm moving to florida for YOU - i'm uprooting my whole life for YOU!"
ok, WOW - who the FUCK asked you to move WITH me, number one. and number two - YOU'VE BEEN BEGGING ME TO GO TO FLORIDA SINCE I WAS A FUCKING FETUS.
then, she did what she always does when we get in a bad arguement: she runs out the door.
however - she did not leave before SCREECHING "I HATE YOU! I hate you more than i hate your sister and that's a LOT! i NEVER thought I'd say that about you because you were always my FAVORITE but i HATE you!" and then she slammed the door.
so, because she was so fucking pissed, i actually went out after her this one time, because i was afraid she'd get into an accident.
i'm standing at the car, trying to get the door open, and she SPEEDS away, about a centimeter from running over my foot, literally.
so i was like "ok, fuck you" and went back inside.
she came back about an hour later and i was sitting on the couch read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. woo, go me.
all right - then, shes all quiet and what not and goes "pack your bags - you're father's on his way for you"
so i was a little sputtery and like "what?!" and she starts fighting with me again, and in all god damn honesty, i aint fighting back. i was talking all calm like and trying to get her to chill out, but she fucking FLIPPED. she was on her way to the bathroom, when she WHIPS around, sticks up her middle finger and SCREAMS "FUCK YOU!!!!" louder than I've ever heard her go.
that was when i gave up. so, i took two big black garbage bags and started to fill them up. i packed EVERYTHING i had except for the big/unessential stuff.
now, when i was younger, my mom used to do this to my sister and i all the time. seems like every other week she was whipping out the suitcases and was shipping us off to dad. but we would scream and cry and plead and beg, and she gave it. thats all she wanted - was for us to promise that we would change.
well, i'm sure you can imagine how it burned her ass that i was packing willingly at this point.
so, im downstairs packing up the last of my shoes, when she comes up to me. and she gives me the ultimatum of going with dad or swearing to change my ways.
i replied with "i don't like either option" and kept packing.
then she fucking CRACKED me over the back of my head and i was two inches away from fwacking my forehead on the clothing bar. thank god i wasn't talking, because my jaw cracked, and had i been talking i would have literally chomped off my tongue.
i was shocked stiff, to say the least. she hasn't hit me since i was a little kid when she used to bend me over her knee and whack me good with her belt.
so after gaping at her for a long minute i turned away, and dragged a bag upstairs to get the last of my things.
she grabbed at the seat of my pants HARD and YANKED me back down the stairs, nearly killing me and was all "what's WRONG with you?" me?! ME?!
so i brushed her off, and went up stairs. she chased me up and started fighting again. and then we went back DOWN and she told me that dad WASN'T coming because she couldnt get through to him. lying sack of shit.
then she starts putting all my stuff BACK. apparently she realized that i wasn't going to beg for her to let me stay and realized that she was about to watch me non-chalantly walk out the door.
but then we started arguing again, so i willingly began packing again and she nearly wrenched my arm off of me. and then we fought. and then we unpacked.
and finally the bitch gave the fuck up and ended it with "well, now it's too late to go to the beach."
and that was that.
fucking ass whole. hate hate hate.
oh, and then she had the balls to wake me up the next day by cooing "pooooooky! wake up! come out to breakfast with mommy!"
FUCKING MULTIPLE PERSONALITIED SCHIZOPHRENIC MANIC FREAK.
and that's the story, boy and girls.
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[Jul. 24th, 2005|01:25 pm] |
Long story INCREDIBLY short:
I got kicked out of the house.
Edit: Ok, not kicked out. But very much grounded.
Details when I'm -not- very much grounded. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2005|10:24 pm] |
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Well, now that the secret's out, I can vent here properly about what's to come next weekend. I've had to hold it in from here because I knew Kat would be reading this, but now she knows, so it's ok.
Kat's coming from Alabama to visit New York next week. Her plane comes in on Thursday, I do believe she told me, and she'll be seeing Wicked on Broadway for her birthday that Friday night. Having caught wind of this many weeks prior, I had been scheming some way to meet up with her and spend time with her.
So, since it's her birthday weekend, I figure what better way to say "Welcome to New York, bythewayIloveyou" then by buying us tickets to see Phantom? After all, I owe my obsession to her.
So, I was hounding my mother for over a month. It went something like this:
"Let me buy tickets to see Phantom."
"I don't want to see Phantom again."
"Not for you. For me and Kat."
"But then I have to go with you. I don't want to see Phantom again."
"You're not coming."
"You're not going alone."
"You're not coming."
"I don't want to see Phantom again."
"YOU'RE NOT COMING."
And then went on and on for many a week. Eventually I broke her down and convinced her to let me see it with just Kat, but then there was the pressing issue of, "Okay, then, I'll just take the train in, and--" her cutting me off with "NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION FOR J00!"
Which then led to more bickering. And said bickering led to my mother calling my father and asking him to drive me to the city, pick Alabamian up, and then drive to the theatre. I thought "Okay, this is incredibly asinine and hoighty-toighty, but if it'll work, it'll work."
And then my father talked to me and was like ".... who is this girl?"
"Kathryn. From Alabama."
"Have you met her before?"
"... No."
"How old is she?"
"She'll be seventeen."
"And you haven't met her before?"
"... No."
"So you don't know if she's seventeen. Or even a girl."
"... We've known eachother for almost two years and I've been talking on the phone with her for a damn long time. And I've seen pictures. I've even talked to her grandmother, I think."
"... oh. Okay."
That obstacle out of the way, I finally was able to buy the tickets. And this was two days ago. Needless-to-say, on such short notice there were only two sets of two-seats left. So, I had to get crappy mezzanine seats. GUH. But, at least there WERE two seats. So, crisis-adverted.
Now, when I thought that everything was undercontrol, I finall chillaxed. The only thing left now was to find out where Kat was staying.
So, I pumped myself for my next mission. Over the next few days I planned to thoroughly grill HER (subtle-like) into telling me what hotel she would be staying at. Then, with my father (guh, I say), I would drive there, and surprise her at her room. I planned on knocking on the door, and pretending to be room service. Then, when she opened she would see me and be like "shock!" and I would hopefully get a hug. Then, I would hand her a long box, which she would open. And inside would be a nice little rose with a black ribbon tied around it. And underneath said rose would be the two tickets to Phantom.
Dilemma 1: My father would probably not let me into the hotel without him. This would kill all possibilty of romantics.
Dilemma 2: Kat's mom might answer the door and realize that I am not room-service material. Foiled.
Dilemma 3: Kat's mom might not answer the door, but she might come to the door after a moment and wonder why this strange New Yorkian is giving her daughter a rose. A little lesbionic, I feel.
BIG DILEMMA: Mother ordered the tickets and they will be waiting AT THE DOOR OF THE THEATRE. No tickets in rose box, that means! No Kat picking up the rose and squealing with delight when she sees the little stubs all ready for our day out. GUH.
However, this was merely just another scratch on the surface. What mattered is that Kat was coming, I would get to see her, and I had the tickets ordered. I would merely just have to tell her to her face that I was taking her to see it. Or, better yet, take her to the car and tell her that I had a surprise for her and drive her to the theatre. It still had romantic possibilities. Even if my dad was going to be in the car.
Ok, so, cue today. Kat calls me on my cell. Cut to me grinning when I see her name on the screen. We chat and she informs me that she bought her plane tickets and reserved her hotel room today. This makes me all levels of relieved, knowing that there's really no more room for setbacks now. I ask her where she's saying and she informs me she'll be at "the Hospel by Central Park." I, being hard of hearing, thinks she says "hospital" and clearly know I must be hearing wrongly. So, I get her to spell it to me. I figured I'd ask for the room number at at a less suspicious time. Instead, I cut the conversation to something more amiable along the lines of "Oh, Central Park - that's great."
We keep talking and she informs me that her mom was still looking at buying tickets for a show. Then there's the catch. There's always a catch.
The shows that they want to see they can't get tickets for. So (she said with a cute little sarcastic sigh) "I guess we'll have to see Phantom."
That then leads to my brain forming a sound something along the lines of "DHASJDUSNSFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKDSDJSODOAMODSSDHKAD"
I, trying to remain calm and composed, ask with only a 5.2 on the Richter scale of trepidation in my voice "Oh, did your mom buy the tickets yet?"
Apparently, there is a still some semblance of a god left in this world that loves me, because, thankfully, no, her mother did not by the tickets yet. Thank Merlin I didn't miss her call then, otherwise she would have bought them without my knowing and I would have been screwed.
Needlesstosay, I was now facing a new crisis. If I didn't tell Kat that I bought the tickets she would not know I bought them, granted. This, then, would lead to her buying her own tickets to Phantom, and that would be all levels of craptastic.
As such, I did the only thing I could do: I told her.
"Oh, well, uh, I guess I'm going to have to, uh, ruin your surprise, but, uh, I got us, you know, us two tickets, to, uh, see Phantom."
Yes, that's about as retarded as I sounded at the moment. I'm suave, I know. Girls dig me.
I do believe the next thirty-seconds went by inredibly, painfully slow - but I was too adrenaline-rushed and frazzled to realize it. Looking back though, I'm like ".... wow."
She was totally silent. It was rather priceless. Wish I could have seen her face. And then, after a sufficient amount of slack-jaw time, she went "reeeaaaaalllly?!" all girly and high-pitched. It was quite endearing.
Me, however, being the dork I am, was still all studder-y and stupid and very bland. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." Ah, quick to the point - way to go, me.
She was all gushy and damn adorable and I feel like a turd. I didn't quite know how to handle the strings of "Oh my gosh, I love you! Thank you! Oh my gosh! Really?! I love you!" so I did the only thing I could do: talked like an idiot.
I blabbered on an on about how I had to get her mezzanine tickets, and I hoped that was okay, and blah blah blah, and Isuckalotatthissopleasedontthinkimatotalretardeventhoughiam.
She continued to gush for a bit, and it seemed as if she really couldn't form a coherent thought. It was nice to know I had that effect on her.
Then she had to go, but not without adding lots of "Oh my -- I gotta -- My friends -- Oh man -- I love you -- Gotta go -- Call you -- Love You -- Oh gosh."
Well, I handled it like a spectacular moron. But, all's well that end's well, I suppose. She seemed quite pleased. Which, in turn, makes me a happy little bunny.
Sorry Kat - no popping up at your hotel door. No rose. No fancy presentation of tickets. No covering your eyes as I lead you to the theatre. No romantic, amorous words.
Just me. On the phone. Mumbling and studdering like a jerk. And making some inane hand motions that were probably just a bunch of incomprehensible flailing I'm glad you couldn't see.
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[May. 30th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
Lots to cover. Decided to put it in an outline.
A.) Friends
B.) Parents
C.) Siblings
D.) Apathy
E.) Current State of Mind
F.) Being Different
G.) A Message to the World
H.) Conclusion
A.) Friends - fucking hate em.
Is that one statement enough to merit a whole section?
Yes, yes it is.
And fuck you if you think other wise.
B.) Parents - mom and David broke up for real this time. Or at least that's what they say. Seems pretty fin to me, but, eh, they're hopeless. She wants to get married, he doesn't, she yells, he cries. Same fucking thing over and over again. And she's always all "fine, i don't need him" and then she talks about him in every fucking conversation. Jesus, get over it already.
And then she tells me she doesn't need a man, and blah blah blah - meanwhile she was on one of those dating websites for two hours this morning. She lives on those fucking things.
C.) Siblings - Aidan had a circumcision, which makes me all shades of pleased, because his little penis was scaring me. Not that any of you wanted to know about that. But, hey, fuck off then.
Sandee and Chris are in a "tiff", as my father likes to put it. Chris is out of his fucking mind, and Sandee's a wreck, and people are wondering why I seem totally unfazed by this. But, honestly, why the fuck should I care?
D.) Apathy - People around me are always getting themselves into shit, and then come to me and complain, or at least come within the earshot vicinity of me, and then whine that I don't care. I don't want to care. You're not me, which means it's not my problem, so sod off. I don't need your shit, too.
I don't give a flying fuck if you boyfriend is beating you. It does not faze me if you're going to die alone. I don't give two shits that your addicted to drugs. Deal with it. I'm not helping
E.) Current State of Mind - I can't go one day without being depressed. Can't go one day without every little appendage of mine aching. Can't go one day without wanting to throw-up. Can go TEN MINUTES without getting in a fight with my mother.
I hate, hate, hate, hate life. What the fuck is up with everyone? Why can't people be happy and normal.
I want to peel off all my skin, vomit profusely, and just lay down and die - that's how shitty I feel.
Fuck, I don't even have the drive/energy/desire to look at porn anymore, ok. That's how bad I am.
F.) Being Different - my father thinks I'm a lesbian. At least he doesn't really care, what with a gay brother and all. My mother thinks I'm a lesbian and cares a whole shit load. And she thinks I'm a freak.
And you know I'm not really female when literally every single article of clothing I'm wearing is meant for men, including the silk, smiley faced boxers.
Fuck being different. I wish I was someone's clone. Then I could be that person, and not get any shit for it because it's their fault, and I won't have to worry about discrimination, or thinking for myself. It would be a wonderfully mechanic way to live.
G.) A Message to the World - SHUT THE FUCK UP. I HATE YOU.
H.) Conclusion - If anyone says something retarded, like how I'm over exaggerating, or my life could be worse, or any such shit, I will go fucking ape-shit on you and probably eat your trachea.
If anyone tries to cheer me up (which I severly doubt anyway), I will merely roll my eyes and scoff at you.
This entry is merely for me to fucking vent, because I really need it.
So don't fucking comment if you're gonna be a retard about it.
I'm going to go throw up, now. |
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[May. 28th, 2005|08:42 pm] |
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Uh oh, guys. It's quiz time:
Smartass
You are 71% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant. | |
You are the Smartass! You are rational, extroverted, brutal, and
arrogant. You probably consider people who are emotional and gentle to
be big pussies who are obviously in lesser stature than you. You have
many flaws, despite your seeming intelligence and cool-headedness. For
instance, you aren't very nice. In fact, you're probably an asshole.
And you are conceited and self-centered. Not only that, but you are
very loud and vocal about all this, seeing as how you are extroverted.
There is no better way to describe you than as a "smartass", I'm
afraid. Perhaps just "ass" would do, too. But that's a little less
literary and descriptive. At any rate, your main personality defect is
the fact that you are self-centered, mean, uncaring, and brutally
logical.
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Emo Kid.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Braggart, and the Sociopath.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you
could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42%
Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is
close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.
Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can
determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored
near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |  |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 57% on Rationality | | You scored higher than 73% on Extroversion | | You scored higher than 70% on Brutality | | You scored higher than 82% on Arrogance |
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Genius Fucker
You scored 21 relevance and 23 creativity! | |
You are a connoiseur of bad language. Congratulations, Fuckball! Not
only do you swear when appropriate (and inappropriate), you are
colorful with your cocksucking concoctions. Bravo! Now go out there and
continue to make the world your bitch by peppering those stuckup
motherfuckers with words and phrases that make the hair on their asses
curl up. And if they don't like it...well, fuck'em. | | |
My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 32% on relevance | | You scored higher than 91% on creativity |
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Congratulations! You scored 79%! | |
Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual. You're in the
grey. However, you are pretty much gay, and its unlikely that you'd get
yourself involved with anyone but the same sex. There are always those
instances where you may just click with someone, or, if enough alcohol
is invovled, ANYTHING can happen. Chances are slim though, enjoy your
partner! | | |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 97% on PrefPoints |
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Now, the question on that one is: Are we talking about female!Bunny, or mantrappedinwoman'sbody!Bunny? Because then that TOTALLY changes the interpretation.
English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 80% Advanced, and 86% Expert! | | You did so extremely well, even I
can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon
intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You
have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly!
Way to go!
Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!
For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. | | |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 71% on Beginner | | You scored higher than 62% on Intermediate | | You scored higher than 8% on Advanced | | You scored higher than 86% on Expert |
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ENTP - The Inventor
You scored 90% I to E, 21% N to S, 71% F to T, and 73% J to P! |
The single word that describes your type is "inventor", and you belong
to the larger group called rationals. You love to tinker with things
and come up with new ideas. You are outgoing and curious with an
insatiable appetite for knowledge. You have no real desire to lead,
only doing so if there is no other way. 2% of the population share your
personality type.
You are a flirtateous and energetic romantic partner, fun and engaging,
always looking for something unusual to try. In your enthusiam, you may
make promises you can't keep. Your competitive nature and need to be
perceived as an expert can be daunting to a romantic partner at times.
You so enjoy the tug of a good debate that sometimes you act as if you
don't take anything seriously. You are usually very supportive and
helpful to your mate, but somewhat scattered and unable to devote your
full attention there. You feel most appreciated for your great ideas,
unusual perceptiveness, and ability to understand and communicate with
people. You feel most appreciated when your partner understands your
need for lots of social contact and your need to live life as
spontaneously as possible.
Your group summary: rationals (NT)
Your type summary: ENTP
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 93% on I to E | | You scored higher than 15% on N to S | | You scored higher than 81% on F to T | | You scored higher than 82% on J to P |
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[May. 10th, 2005|09:02 pm] |
FUCK YOU EVERCLEAR FOR SINGING MY LIFE
AND FUCK YOU DEPRESSION
Edit: WHY AM I NEVER UNDEPRESSED?! JESUS CHRIST!! |
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[Apr. 30th, 2005|05:51 pm] |
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So, I'm sitting upstairs in my room, carefully balancing my extremely hot plate of left-over ziti on the corner of my computer desk. I have been kicked out of the bottom floor of the house, because my lovely mother and David are downstairs with one of their screaming fests. I think they feel that if I'm not in the room, then there's no way I can possibly hear them fighting.
It's actually rather amusing, in a sadistic sense of the word. They're so hot and cold. Ten years ago they were getting married. Two years ago they divorced. Four months later and they were seeing eachother again. Then, five months ago, they broke it off "for good." Two weeks ago they were thinking of getting engaged again. Now he's screaming "I'M THROUGH!"
Ah, gods. I wish they'd get their act together.
Though, personally, I don't know what they see in eachother. I ESPECIALLY don't see how he says he's in love with her. In love with WHAT?! Jesus.
Though, I suppose this fight could have been avoided if mom hadn't woken up with a fucking treetrunk stuck up her ass this morning. Which led me to a new conclusion: when she's in a mood, don't speak unless it's absolutely necessary.
Whenever she's in a mood, I get in a mood. She says something incredibly bitchy, and then I say something normal back, but with a completely snotty tone to it, and she fucking FLIPS.
So, today, I just kept my fucking mouth shut. She just bitched and bitched and bitched, following me around the house complaining and screaming. And I just walked around, completely ignoring her, doing this and that. I don't even think she noticed.
If you don't have anything nice to say... and all that, right?
I don't know if it's going to work on any other day. I'm extremely tired today, so I think that's how I was able to keep myself from exploding. I just don't have the energy.
Though, I am getting more and more lethargic everyday.
But, hey, I'm not clinically depressed. I don't need medication.
Thanks, mom.
Hey, David? I'm totally siding with you. Get out while you can.
I acually feel sorry for the poor guy. A few weeks ago they woke me up from fighting and he was getting really upset. And he goes "I go home everynight, and I feel like a fucking wallet to you!!"
And it's true.
She said to me "I need to get married. I need security. I need him to share his bank account with me." And I swear that's all it is to her. All she talks about when it comes to him is money. And that's why he's always fighting with her, because he's such a tightwad. I don't blame him, though. I would be, too, if some person was trying to suck my account dry.
She swears up and down it's more than the money, too, which I have to laugh at. I don't think she could make a list of things she loves about him aside from his salary.
But, she's been in one of these moods for two days now. Just yesterday, out of no where, she goes on some bitchy tangent about how I'm worthless and don't care what happens to me and to her, and blah blah blah. Oh, shut the fuck up already. Jesus Christ. I want to fucking stab her sometimes.
I swear, it takes every little restraint in my body not to strangle her. And that's on the good days.
Everything little fucking thing she does annoys the piss out of me.
She'll be driving and flip out at a little mistake someone made infront of her, and then she'll be like "oh, the driver's probably Asian." And yet she would swear a blood oath that she isn't racist.
Everytime she tells a story about someone that isn't a heterosexual caucasian, she needs to point it out. "So, I was talking to JP the other day - he's a black guy - and he was helping me with Excel at the office...." And I'm thinking "was pointing out that he's black relevant at ALL?"
Or when she goes "I saw Kathryn, the lesbian, in the cafeteria." What does her sexuality have to do with anything?! Where does Remy's ethnicity pertain to x-rays?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?!
And I swear to God, she's sexist against females, too. She has this whole cult of domesticity thing going on in her head. She thinks it's horrible that females are forced to do push-ups in gym. She thinks it's horrible that females are allowed to work on the set crew for the plays. She thinks it's horrible when females aren't home taking care of her family. Uh, does she take care of HER family? NO! Practice what you preach, you fuck.
Just today Sandee calls her and my mom fucking went batshit crazy on her. And she was all "You're such an ass! I want nothing to do with you! You and your sister are fucking crazy! I'm moving to Florida to get away from you! Go cry to your father, you ungrateful bitch!"
HJDHKHGKJENKNFDANMLKWJJIOEUIEPOQWKPNFGWNMGNMWMYHRUYPO WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU?!
And she complains she has to take care of us. Complains that her life has changed since she had children. Complains that she has to pay money for groceries that I use. Complains that she doesn't have as much time to herself as she used to.
What the fuck did she think motherhood was about when she got knocked up the first time? The second time? What kind of fucking warped perceptions of the world does this woman have?! I want to fucking MURDER her.I swear, if I had a knife at my side everytime she annoyed me, she would be dead a million times over by now.
I can't WAIT till I fucking get away from her. She drives me positively out of my mind.
Is a child supposed to grow up in a family like this and come out normal? Seriously. I don't see how it's possible.
Though, I guess I could be a worse wreck than I am.
OH. And then the bitch fucking yells at me after she comes home from grocery shopping, because she bought GASP Ivory soap! And it hurts her hands! Makes them all dry!
Well, I'm sorry if the fucking Berry Blast Foam Soap you bought makes me want to vomit. The smell of it reminds me of throwing my head over the toilet and/or sink everytime her good for nothing ex-boyfriend used to feed me shit he posioned. Those aren't exactly the warm and fuzzy memories I like to rehash often. Maybe I should fucking posion her food, let her KNOW I posioned it, but then make sure she can do nothing about it, and then see how she feels as she's gagging up her life vitae everymorning once I leave for school.
Why was my childhood so fucked up? Why did she have to date a psychopathic guy who posioned me and beat me? Why did my grandfather throw me through a glass door? Why did my father try to suffocate my sister with a pillow? Why did I have to be a naive little shit and try to impress the boys I liked? What the fuck is my problem?
And why the FUCK am I listening to Billy Joel as I write this?
Ugh.
Can someone please, please, please tell me what the fuck the point of life is?
And if any one of you tell me something about love, I think I just might slit my throat. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|10:36 am] |
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So, FF.Net has a new(?) policy where you can't "copy and paste song lyrics" that do not belong to you. AKA no songfics.
AKA YOUR SONG AND YOUR TANGO ARE FUCKING DOOMED.
I think those two stories go so indredibly BEYOND copy and pasting song lyrics I don't own.... Guh.
I'm honestly surprised I haven't been found yet. And when I AM found, it's gonna suck, because then I have to upload those two stories on gurabiteshiyon.net, and I SUCK at formatting on their site. And those stories are all ABOUT formatting. DHJAHJGNKNMGHKJLJKLURDANKJTHUEWHJRLKAERLKAJTIOWENLG.
And then, to make matters even WORSE, I'm sure when they find Your Song, they will then find Your Tango, and THEN, just to be sure, they're going to look through the rest of my stories.
And they'll find Phantom Pleasures and Something Inside Me, which I also was not allowed to post, but did it anyway.
I am DOOMED. DOOMED, I tell you.
Four of my stories are going to be torn off in the matter of seconds, and I'm going to be banned for AT LEAST a month. I might be banned forever...
Guh. Imagine if I got exiled from FF.Net? That's where my fanbase is! UGH
Ok.
I'm done.
Pray to whatever god/action figure you believe in for me. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|05:20 pm] |
Guh. The Interpreter was such a good movie!
*dies* |
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[Apr. 16th, 2005|08:10 pm] |
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My mother is over protective. She always has been, she always will be. Up until this year, I was never allowed out of the house. I was never allowed to go over to a friends house to hang out. I was never allowed to walk to town.
At the age of sixteen, I had never once spent a night away from home.
Finally, FINALLY, I talk her into letting me sleep over somewhere. And it's the worst fucking night of my life.
The friggen senior prom was last night, and I was looking SO forward to it. I was going to wear my nice little tuxedo, and dance my idiotic-ass off, and I was going to spend my first night away from home with all of my friends. It was going to be the last time our whole group could hang out together again, since their all graduating. It was going to rock.
First thing to go wrong was an overheard conversation of my prom date (this gay kid) and a friend of his. He said he would feel uncomfortable with me in a tuxedo (he's not out of the closet, and very self-concious about it). So I decided to be A NICE FUCKING PERSON FOR ONCE, and I actually bought a mother fucking dress, and fancy bra, and pantyhose, and heels, and eye makeup, and blush, and concealer, and a shawl, and heels. ALL THINGS I WILL NEVER AGAIN USE IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE.
So I fucking show up to the pre-prom-picture-taking-mother-fucking-thing and I just get railed on my all my guy friends the whole entire time. I was beyond uncomfortable to begin with, and the fact that they were making fun of me did not help any.
And I swear to god, if one of my fucking guy friends reads this (MATT) and tells me to stop being a fucking pansy and that I'm "acting like a girl", I WILL FUCKING FLIP OUT. I don't GIVE A SHIT if that makes me effeminate. I am NOT comfortable with a SINGLE aspect of myself. I never will be. I have NEGATIVE amounts of self-confidence. Don't FUCKING START WITH ME.
Then, they finally say they'll stop making fun of me, and we leave for the "Promenade" (the mandatory pre-prom picture thing at the school). And I get a WHOLE OTHER set of people commenting on my outfit. SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU. I'M NEVER DOING A NICE THING FOR SOMEONE AGAIN.
Then, THEN, when all of that fucking suicide-inducing MADNESS is over, we get on the bus. All of my friends were going to sit together... except there were two seats less than we needed to all squeeze together. And those were the seats for me and my date. OF COURSE.
So, he and I sit in the VERY FUCKING FRONT OF THE BUS WITH THE GODDAMN CHAPERONES.
Then, he was worried about my having an allergic reaction or something like that. So, I kindly inform him that NOTHING will happen to me and GOD FORBID should something happen, that I self-medicate, and then all will be well with the world. So he has NOTHING to worry about.
I'm sure you can guess what happened.
We get to the fucking prom and I get a virgin strawberry daquire. And I had yet to be informed that they having fucking albumen in them. Do we all know what albumen is, boys and girls? IT'S FUCKING EGG, THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
So, a half an hour passes, and I am BEYOND all means of nausea. I realize that I must be having an allergic reaction to something, so I take my meds. And the nausea doesn't get better. Twenty minutes later I'm leaning over the toilet in the bathroom. The staff thought I was drunk, so they called a fucking school administrator in.
When that was over, I FINALLY started throwing up. And it came out my fucking mouth AND NOSE. OUT MY FUCKING NOSE.
Then, I leave the bathroom, thinking that I'll feel better again. Usually, after vomiting it up, I feel MUCH better.
Well, lo and behold, the nausea went away. But because the shit I was allergic to came out my NOSE, I got ANOTHER allergic reaction from some of it still being stuck in my sinuses. I guarentee that NO ONE has ever had a stuffy nose like this before. It felt like someone poured fucking CEMENT in my nasal cavity. When I moved to sniffle, it felt like everything in my whole body just stopped and that I was dead. There was NOTHING. My nose was just a useless growth on my face, at that point.
So, TERRIFIED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND THAT SOME OF MY DINNER HAD LODGED ITSELF IN MY FUCKING SINUSES, I do the only thing I can do: I call my mother.
Who promptly picks me up and brings me home.
Then they medicated me severly. And I was FINE. FUCKING CRYSTAL CLEAR, FINE.
And that was the end of my night.
I wore a dress.
I got made fun of.
Relentlessly.
I wanted to die.
I drink something I'm allergic to.
I retch for fourty-five minutes.
I throw up through three different orfices.
I get shit clogged in my nose.
I leave the prom early.
And I miss the after party that we rented two hotel suites for.
I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE.
JUST when I think that I'll have a fucking GOOD TIME FOR ONCE, everything just BLOWS UP in my fucking FACE (quite literally this time, I might add).
SOMEONE hates me, and they're making my life a fucking living HELL.
And, as if all that wasn't bad enough, my mom got grief from my prom date's mother the day prior about how she was annoyed that she had to pay 95 bucks for my ticket, when I wouldn't be eating anything. EAT THIS, YOU FUCKING BITCH.
I should have just worn my fucking tuxedo and at least been COMFORTABLE. But NOOOOO, instead I had to try to be a nice fucking person, and buy a nice fucking dress, so I can kneel the whole fucking night on the nice fucking bathroom floor.
I HATE LIFE. WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT? NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT.
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And before all of that madness even began, during the school day I got in a fight with my bitch of a "friend" Esther. Who smacked me twice on the thigh HARD (we were sitting), and who I kicked in the elbow, and in the kidney. I hope she fucking pissed blood for A MONTH. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2005|10:54 pm] |
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I was cleaning out a stain with my "strawberry-scented" (read: putrid) smelling foam soap my mother bought, and the smell made me gag. It smelt just like the shit Nick used to force feed me over the sink.
Of course, me bent over the bathroom sink cleaning said stain did not help with the unwanted memory/imagery.
And with those thoughts in my head, I shall now attempt sleep. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2005|08:53 am] |
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You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and
advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of
each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.
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Yeah, I did.
Though, I'm surprised I didn't get higher actually... I'm such a grammar nazi.
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[Mar. 11th, 2005|08:59 pm] |
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I know I don't write in here often anymore (out of pure laziness and lacking the energy), but I just needed to rant about this...
So, I've become rather bittorrent happy (and if you don't know what that is, then I'm not explaining it), and I've been downloading a lot of BL/shounen-ai/yaoi series/movies I've been meaning to see (yey for me!).
And I found this on series called "Sukisyo!" for short, because the real title is WAY to fucking long. Like, you know how we say "Hi!" in English, and the Japanese could be so long-winded as to say "Kon'nichi wa!"? Well, since the translated English title is "I like what I like, so whatever!", then I'm sure you can imagine how long the Japanese title is.
ANYWAY - this series is coming out in Japan as we speak. It was originally (and still is) a very popular video game, and all the fans are raging because it's an anime. Only episodes one through eight have been released in Japan so far. I was lucky enough to get my hands on these episodes. If lucky is the word.
The first two minutes seemed very promising: cute teenage boy in the bedroom of a sleeping teenage around the same age. Cute!Kid stradles Sleeping!Kid and the scene becomes rather "Ohhhhh.....". Unfortunately, the sleeping kid wakes up.
And the whole series is ruined from there.
I've watched the first six episodes (seven and eight are currently still downloading), and the only reason why I'm still watching and dowloading, is because of my naive optimism that it might get better. Actually, I'm being rather harsh: in every other episode, there is one, two minute (if even that long) sexy scene. And I use the word "sexy" very loosely. There hasn't been a single kiss yet. Just... the right atmosphere, I suppose.
It has potential to be a GREAT series, if only worked properly. It's about this teenager (the sleeping one - about 17?) by the name of Sora. Little does Sora know, but he has another person by the name of Yoru inside of him.
Multiple personalities - completely unheard of in anime.
The Cute!Kid goes by the name of SuNao (but they call him Nao). He TOO has another person inside of him called Ran.
Ran and Yoru were lovers, but then Yoru got locked away (not explained yet). Now Yoru is back and Ran and he are all lovey-dovey.
However, Sora doesn't KNOW that he has this other person inside of him and when Yoru takes over, Sora never remembers anything that happened afterwards.
Nao, however, knows about Ran and knows what Ran does when he's controlling their body.
To add a bit more... depth and mystery (dun dun DUN), Sora and Nao were child hood friends, but apparently Sora has a bit of amnesia (why?) and Nao won't inform Sora that they used to know eachother (why?).
Now, Sora and Nao share a room in the dorm of their school, headed by the extremely gay (both overly-happy and homosexual) Mifosuhghskhfs, or whatever his name is. He is their childhood friend, too, who Sora DOES remember... Odd.
Then, to add to the zany cast of characters, there is the Math teacher, Shinichiro (who they SAY to be Sora's foster father, but you NEVER see them together outside of school); the school doctor and Shinichiro's lover, Nanami (the foster "mother", sorts); Sora's buddy Something-or-other; Something-or-other's friend, Hano; and Something-or-other's interest, Class(?) President Nagase (who is rather bizarre and definitely has some weird shit going down).
Now, the series itself seemed like "hey, this could either be REALLY good, or REALLY bad."
Apparently, the studio that created it opted for really bad.
They had a wonky plot to work with and could have done SO many great things with it, but NOOOO. They had to go an make it retarded.
Sora, Nao, and GayFriend!Mifosuhghskhfs become the "School Do-It-All" team, where they're basically the school bitches and will do anything for a price. It was a hideous element they added into the show. It could have been used wisely, but no. Just no.
Not only that, but ever single episode is a filler. It's just stupid plots about Valentine's Day, or these two little boys imitating the "School Do-It-All" team, a ghost that wants Sora, or a bunch of other stupid crap. Sure, we get GLIMPSES of the overall plot, but that is rare.
Episodes nine through twelve will be released in Japan shortly, and I'll be sure to get them right away. I want to see if this gets any better and/or what more stupidity they come up with.
And, to make matters worse: I've gone on people's websites, seeing what they though, AND EVERYONE SEEMS TO LOVE IT.
Am I the only sane on here?
Or was I the only one who downloaded this anime hoping for a GOOD plot, as opposed to a bunch of pretty boys cosplaying and hunting down "Bandit Theif 416 and 773" who look uncannily like a drunk Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon?
And, as a final note: this is the only anime I've ever watched that was BL/shounen-ai/yaoi that I HAVEN'T liked.
Let that be a warning to you all if you ever consider watching this show.
Who nows, maybe the games are better.
I sure as hell hope so. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2005|05:18 pm] |
For lack of me NEVER having anything interesting to say:
1. Comment with any subject that you would like me to rant on, with possible swearing involved. any subject - I don't even have to agree with it. (swearing is probable) If you so request, I will take the position opposite to what I actually think and rant about that instead
2. Watch my journal for your rant.
3. Post this in your own journal, so that you may rant for others. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2005|04:36 pm] |
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I'm sure some of you know of my current money problems, and some of you don't. Basically, my father is a dick, won't pay enough child support, and now my mother and I are drowning. I'm not going to be able to continue living here if this keeps up, and I might have to drop school completely to get a full time job. We just don't have enough money with only one income.
Unfortunately, I cannot get a partime job, because of my allergies. I'm limited to working in a place that does not sell any type of food/candy. That only leaves me with a book store, or something akin to that. However, no place will hire me because they need: A.) someone over 18 to close shop, and B.) a fulltimer.
Alas, we are still left broke.
As such, in the much spare time that I have, I am going to be making a comic. It will be a short story (around 50-100 pages) and will be sold on Cafepress.com for as cheap as I can make it without losing money.
If you would be so kind as to buy a copy when it comes out, I would greatly appreciate it.
I need all the support I can get right now.
I love you all.
(Though some at more levels than others.) |
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[Feb. 4th, 2005|09:46 pm] |
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Yamane Ayano and Nitta Youka make me want to cry. Like, seriously, truly cry.
It's people like them who make me feel like a worthless piece of crap who will never amount to anything. I look at their works and I just want to crawl in a corner and die.
How can anyone be so incredibly amazing ALL of the time? I can't even make a picture HALF that good SOME of the time.
Fuck, I can't even make a picture one-thousandth that good EVER.
Life sucks. You live your whole life trying be something, something that you really, honestly want to be, and you'll probably never get it.
I mean, who really gets their dream job?
And gets to keep it?
I would give up anything in the world to be able to draw as fabulously as Nitta and Yamane. I would give up my legs, if I had to.
I wouldn't be needing them, really.
As long as I'd be able to draw my ideas for manga and sell it, I'd be content with being an amputee. I really wouldn't mind having to go everywhere in a wheelchair. I'd be fucking happy if that were the case.
If I met them... I'd probably punch them in the face. The satisfactory snap of a nose breaking beneath your fist has to be one of the coolest things in the world.
I would love to do that to Nitta or Yamane. It would make me feel somewhat better for a few minutes.
Color me bitter.
I had totally planned to draw all night long tonight, but after looking at a bunch of Yamane and Nitta works, I don't think I really want to anymore. They just depress me so much.
How can anyone be that good? Always?
No matter what they draw, it's always fabulous. I haven't seen a single picture from either one of them that I didn't envy. If the tiniest, most insignificant panel on the page seems fucking fantastic.
I'm such a miserable human being.
Whatever. Changing gears.
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I had the most welfare dinner tonight.
I put the tiniest fucking piece of left-over meatloaf you ever did see in the microwave for sixty seconds. After thirty seconds it started to pop and blow up.
So then I whipped it out, doused it in REALLY fucking spicy ketchup (it's just me, isn't it?), and ate it in under a minute. That's how tiny the piece was.
Then I threw ten tater tots on the same, now empty plate, and cooked them for a fucking minute and a half.
And they were STILL cold on the inside.
Now I have an atrocious stomach ache and the fact that I'm not sure whether I want to break something or cry isn't helping.
Not that I would ever do that latter. The former, however... Well, let's just say throwing a dish or five is seeming more and more appealing by the minute.
Fuck. And I still haven't cleaned my room. And there are my mothers footsteps coming up the stairs.
Fuck you, Life.
Fuck you in the face.
(Thank you, Aaron) |
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[Jan. 26th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
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What's this? Two posts in one day? Good GOD man, I must be crazy!
No, actually. Just pissed off.
So, this bitch Margaret Spellings (the Secretary of Education) stated that she did not approve of the episode 'Sugartime!' from the PBS kids show "Postcards from Buster."
Now, I have never watched Buster send his precious postcards, but I have been informed the TV show is one that teaches children about the good ol' melting pot that is America. Basically, the show tries to educate children about tolerance.
'Sugartime!' is an episode about a lesbian couple (with a child, I do believe). Little Miss Margaret Spellings apparently has issues with homosexuality, or maybe just lesbians in particular. But, either way, she does not want the episode to be aired.
So, I sent the bitch a letter.
Dear Margaret Spellings,
I'm writing to express my disappointment at your decision to promote intolerance by denouncing the episode Sugartime! on the show Postcards From Buster.
If you were to ever visit the show's website, then you would clearly see that the show is to promote a "vivid, multicultural portrait of America and the world." It is shows like these that help teach children how to tolerate people of other races, genders, religions, sexualities, ect. In fact, there should be more shows like Postcards from Buster to help destroy whatever prejudice has been instilled in a child before it can fully bloom.
If a child is taught that being different makes them wrong in society's eyes, or worse yet, heretics in the eyes of their religion, then the child will grow up with feelings of insecurity manifesting in them. It is situations like these that cause the insanely high rate of suicides we have in America. Children should not be taught to be afraid of something different.
If we do not want to have tolerance spread throughout the world, then by all means do not air Sugartime!. However, if we do not want another Holocaust or Laramie Project, then would should support whatever acts for teaching tolerance that we can find.
A same-sex couple raising a child should be nothing to get all worked up about. I guarantee that every state in the US has at least one same-sex couple with a child. That family does not deserve to be singled out because of their preferences. They deserve just as much respect as any other family in the whole entire world.
If you are so concerned about a family's inclinations, then you should be more active in trying to decline the number of divorce rates, not trying to decline the number of content families.
I strongly urge you to reconsider your statements about the episode. I look forward to hearing back from you.
I hope she writes me back. That'd be cool.
I wanna cut her. |
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[Jan. 26th, 2005|11:39 am] |
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Uh-oh. I'm in one of those "let's do stupid online quizzes!" modes!
You have been forewarned.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Dude, I am gonna fucking BUUUUURRRRNNNN in hell. XD!!
 | You scored as Visual/Spatial.
You probably feel at home with the visual arts, maps, charts, and
diagrams. You tend to think in images and pictures. You learn best by
looking at pictures and slides, watching videos or movies, and
visualizing. People like you include sculptors, painters, surgeons and
engineers.
Visual/Spatial | | 86% | Musical/Rhythmic | | 82% | Verbal/Linguistic | | 79% | Interpersonal | | 79% | Intrapersonal | | 79% | Logical/Mathematical | | 68% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 46% |
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Your inner soul is calling for help! You always
seem so depressed, lonely, and feel like an
outsider. You may have a cold, sad exterior,
but in all reality you are hurt inside and
bottling up all of your anger. Everyday you
wonder why are you still here when there is
nothing left? You use to once be a happy,
loving soul, but it was damaged by 'them' and
seems like it never can be fixed again.
However, you have yet seemed to realize that
there are people out there that deeply care for
you. They secretly have a thing for you because
they find you to be dark, mysterious, and full
of secrets, not to mention being the prettiest
person in the world! You like to enjoy your
time by yourself expressing your feelings
through forms of art, and enjoy nice quiet
scenaries that just dazzle your mind with awe.
Your bedroom is basically your sanctuary where
you can hide out, hidden from those who gave
you all of the pain. Try to loosen up and have
some fun! Never start frowning because you
never know who's falling in love with your
smile :)
What Is Your Inner Soul Trying To Say? (With Pics)
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Ah, life...
Goo!! You are SALVADORE DALI.
You paint the bizarre and surreal. No one can
figure you out, and everyone has given up
trying to guess what crazy thing you'll do
next. Your friends look forward to whatever
outrageous endeavor you will engage in next.
Which famous artist most reflects your personality?
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Haha.
schizoid
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet.
Ok. Now on to the Gravitation ones:
You're Eiri Yuki!!! You might have the personality
of a mean person insdie, but you make an
exception for one person in your life. With
your blond hair and hazels eyes can make anyone
fall in love with you but you have found him
already and his name is Shuichi.
Which Yaoi Character from Gravitation are you?
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Ugh
You are. Eiri.
cold. sexy. mysterious
Your the dominant role of your petty relationship.
You are a hollow shell, beautiful on the outside,
calloused and ripped apart in the inside. You
hold deep burdens, and no one seems to know 'too'
much about you. You are the romance novelist who
does nothing to keep his relationship alive. But
you have a lover who cares about you dearly, no
matter how much you abuse him.
Gravitation quiz
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*rolls eyes*
Your ideal Gravitation guy is Shuichi (my favourite
character! YAY!!)!
The Gravitation Dating Game
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T_T I love him....
The cold, heartless writer, Yuki Eiri. You prefer
to be alone to keep the memories of your tragic
past at bay, but you can't help but slowly fall
for the "baka" Shuichi. You've also
got a death glare that will send almost anyone
running
~*~Which Gravitation Character Are You?~*~
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Are we sensing a pattern here?
You are most like Yuki Eiri! The sucessful novelist
with a sad past and a beautiful face. You're a
loner, but that doesn't mean that you're alone.
You can be cold sometimes, but deep down,
you're a great person and the few people that
you open up to know that very well.
It's Gravitation! Who are you?
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And noowwww....
On to the yaoi quizzes.
Guys, don't go any further, XD
Indecent acts with two guys ahead...
The Yaoi Selector: Which Uke are You?
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Fuck. Ing. Ace.
Hentai.
You scare me. 0_o Anime fans are generally a little
perverted, but you're not obsessed with yaoi,
you LIVE yaoi. Please leave me alone. I know
some boys who you might like...
How Much of A Yaoi Fan Are YOU? (For girls)
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The truth in all these depresses me... ;_;
YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI!! I eat yaoi, breath yaoi,
sleep and dream about yaoi. IT'S MINE I TELL
YOU!! MMMIINNEEE!!
How much into yaoi are you?
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