Symptoms of Soup - A Love That Never Dies

:: 2003 4 November :: 10.11pm
:: Mood: crappy
:: Music: "Dig up her bones" - Misfits

The obvious unnoticed.
I'm taking a hiatus. Be thrilled. Cheerio.

:: 2003 1 November :: 11.27pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: "Spider and the Fly" - London After Midnight.

Like a pencil with no lead, the shell of skin rotting.
I haven't updated in a few days...

I haven't updated in a few days because I haven't been online in a few days.

And I haven't been online because Typically: I was punished.

And there you have it.

:: 2003 28 October :: 8.54pm
:: Mood: Bored, with a hint of crap-y-ness.
:: Music: "Nas ne Dogonjants" - By some band Maki wants me to listen to

Pudding Piles of Snowflake Rice.
All right. This entry must be as terse as possible, being how I have less than five minutes to complete it.

So... Let's see. I'm bored. This is boring. My life is boresome. ...bore...

Well, something not-so-boring happened today, but it wasn't anything worthy being happy about. Some kid named Scott whom I barely know asked Kat if I'd go out with him, and when Kat told him no, she never really went out and said directly: "No."... So now Scott has been going around thinking I'm his girlfriend. So tomorrow I have to tell him that in fact we are not going out. Tomorrow. First thing. How fun. Thanks, Kat. Thanks a bundle...

How do things like that even get started? Scott is in ONE class of mine, and he sits on the completly opposite side of the classroom. How could you possibly like someone you don't even know??....

Time is up.

Cheerio.

7 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 20 October :: 6.48pm
:: Mood: artistic
:: Music: Malchik Gei

Ne ver, Ne Boysa.
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet. Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med. Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led. Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai

Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet. Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led. Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh.
Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne.

6 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 18 October :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: rambunctious
:: Music: "Colour me blood red" - Malice Mizer

The perfect scent of paper flowers.
It figures. I'm online, but nobody else is. I'm off-line, and nobody is home. It's like that song sung by who know's whom which goes: "And isn't it ironic?"

...I'm going to have to look that song up sometime. But not now. No, not now. Now it's time to rummage around the internet until I've ran out of possible words to type into the search engine starting with the letter "Y".

Cheerio-

:: 2003 12 October :: 12.58am
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: Ogata Megumi's

Chips, dips, and plastic hair clips.
So: Here I am. At Kat's. Do you know how LONG it is been since I was over here? And yet, what am I doing? Updating. Whoa.

Kat is sleeping, as so should I. But obviously, I'm not. And being the good friend Kat is, she's allowing me to use her computer because mine is being a total jerk. Heh.

You'd have to either be a random stranger whom randomly looks at random online journals, or blind not to notice the new background. I feel pretty stupid simply bringing it up or discussing it whatsoever. So all right then, there's that.

Homecoming was a complete waste of my time. Maki and I were bored out of our minds. So bored that we decided to leave an hour and a half eariler that expected. We have no idea who ended up being homecoming King or Queen. We also don't care.

...Have you ever been able to feel your eyelids dropping as you struggle to keep them open just another minute then they should be? If not, try pulling your eyelid down while keeping that same eye open.
Okay. Nevermind. That doesn't quite suit the same purpose of what I'm trying to explain.

To continue my rant on how much homecoming sucked: All the music played was either kitschy songs, rap, or love songs from the 70's; a contribute to all the teachers and parents whom were forced to stay. Although they did play that one 70's song from Air. Eh, I believe it's called "Playground Love." It rocks. I'm getting depressed just thinking about how much time I wasted at homecoming, so I'll start something else.

Here is a list of people I need to contact/ talk with/ and-dash-or assure I'm still living:
1. Akira.
2. Hiei.
3. Ashmo.
4. Toby.
5. Pretty much everyone from online...
6. Corinne
7. And Matt.

I hope if I can accomplish that, my life won't feel like it's ripping from the thread of every moral fiber. Even if I can just get a hold of the first three that'd be nice. Just to talk or be with them...

Argh... I. Need. Sleep. Now.

.Cheerio.

And forgive the dearth of effort in this entry. It's late and I'm starting to see things.

6 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 2 October :: 6.08pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: "Magic Man" - Heart. -[]- Whoo. Top 70's -[]-

Subhuman fool walking barefoot on the moon.
I have good news. And then I have a pretty ample amount of common news; the kind that people skip through; to type about. First off: The good news. My dad is finally going to fabricate some sort of plan or whatnot to enable me access to the computer. Apparently, my brother was the cause of the damage, ((The reason why I couldn't track websites)), so now, while my dad showers Taylor with unmericful hatred and constant "evil eyes," I have taken on the title of "the good child." I don't know how long it will last, but I'll bask in the glory for whatever time I have remaining.

....woo...

Em. And now the common news: I have like, a bo-billion-ma-trillion-a-thons ((That's right.)) of things I must do daily. Consequence of that: I won't be getting online until around 6:30-ish everyday. Wow. That information was pretty unaffecting.

......This song rocks. Whoo, 70's oldies.

Oh, and about that Live Journal-thing. I discovered that no matter how much I tried, I like this journal-thing better. Hence, if anyone wants a LJ code, feel free to ask.

End. Cheerio.

4 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 27 September :: 11.49am
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: "Vivica" - Jack off Jill

Your words seem so true; I wish I could believe them.
Today is the start of just another uneventful day in the life of me. Hurrah...

Last night I was over Jimmy's, along with Kat and Nick. Nick apparently is Jimmy's cousin, but I think they're too different to be related.

Anyway, we all watched "The Virgin Suicides" on the Life Time channel last night around midnight. Don't ask why we had Life Time on, because I yet to know that answer. I don't have much to say other than it was something to do. I'm using Jimmy's computer to update because mine won't track any websites or allow me to get to my mail box. Which, for lack of a better phrase, sucks.

And now it's time for me to wake up Kat and leave. Something tells me I don't want to still be down here when Jimmy's mom wakes up.

So there's my day in a nutshell. Be amazed.

:: 2003 22 September :: 2.13pm
:: Mood: Irksome
:: Music: "Run to the Hills" - Iron Maiden

Alibi for boredom.
When was the last time I went on a quiz-taking frenzy? Not recently, so I thought it was due time that I did.

Wa-La:

My inner child is sixteen years old today

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Funny how my inner child is older than me... But oh well.

Take the test, by Emily.

Oh, what powerful language. Buttface.

bluehair

Your anime hair color is blue.

What is your anime hair color?
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Well this was effective.... Now if only I could read the result.

Ninja

You are Ninja Bob. You alternate between James
Bond-stlye spy tactics and super-sneaky
stealthiness. You are convinced that people
cannot see you if you hold very still.

Which Imaginary Character Are You?!?
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Enough said.

You are... Self-Destructive

Self-destructive

What Random Word Corresponds To Your Emotion?
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...ouch...?

kikasa-bass

You're Kikasa!

What j-rock bassist are you?
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The. End.

:: 2003 21 September :: 11.05pm
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: I forgot.

Imagine
It's been along time, I've finally made it back from my training... And well it was hell. I'm glad i'm back and well I doubt anyone will read this but John lennon was great man and a symbol of peace.
( -.-)y

4 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 18 September :: 3.04pm
:: Music: Nothing, for once.

A fruitcake for my apathy.
Okay: I've taken it upon myself to type up my so-called "absent notice." As you may or may not have noticed, I haven't been online lately. I apologies, really I do. Mostly for all the mail I've obtained, and have yet to respond. In due time I'll send something back, but as for now, I have but the mere moments left to complete this entry. It's not as though I take this journal prior to e-mailing friends; it's just that this way seems a tad more logical than typing out lengthy e-mails to every one explaining my lack of appearence. Speaking of e-mails, I haven't even had the chance to read them yet. And I'm sorry to report, but don't expect me to show up anytime soon. Hurricane-Isabel doesn't look so gentle as to pass with minor damage such as a simple rainstorm. Eh, but then again, who am I to predict such a matter? Weather is fickle, you know?...

Hm. So, I guess this entry is validated, yes?
No need for anymore meaningless details to why or what I've been doing. Which is basically nothing. But for the sake of something more "entertaining" to read than all the crap you see above, I'll spare the time and type up a short and still ever-so-boring list of what's been going on lately.

Erm... And here it is:

+I'll soon be switching journal hosts.... So expect a link somewhere soon in the next two or three entries. Maki came through and sent the LJ code. Now all I have to do is make it look "all-pretty" like, and I'll be set.

+I've succesfully convinced Zach to back off. I'm not sure how I did it, but I'm glad it happened.

+Um... I've recently discovered that "crickety" is an awesome word.

Bhanche fleurs, I'm dull, colourless, lifeless, prosaic, irksome, boresome, tedious, and any other synonyms you could think up for being boring.

I've just wasted a part of your life. Does that make me powerful, or just an idiot? You decided.

....::cough::... o.o... idiot.

::bad attempt to be less boring-full::

::failed::

::apology::

::desent::

....cheerio.

6 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 11 September :: 7.56pm
:: Mood: pessimistic
:: Music: "Bull in the Heather" - Sonic Youth

Thank you, faceless child.
I hate Spanish.
I hate buses.
I hate homework.
I hate Zach.
I hate people.
I hate myself for hating.
And I hate how I can't do a thing about it.

Today I found out that I'm failing Spanish, and it's only the THIRD week of school. I don't even know how that's possible to be failing so early in the school year. x_x Stupid Spanish.

...This is my first year in a language-class besides English. Yes, I took Reading classes until the 8th grade. o_o It's not as bad as it sounds.. I guess.

Anyway: You already know why I hate buses.
My experience with them never turn out right. ...NEVER....

I hate homework. Self-explanatory.

I hate Zach. He gave me his phone number, AGAIN, because he asked me why I didn't call him last night. I paniced and said: "Um... because....I lost it." Well, much that did. Now I'm just in deeper poo because now he thinks I wanted to call him. x_x. I DON'T. I WANT TO JUST MAKE HIM GO AWAY.

...But I can tell that won't be happening any time soon. Maybe I can get Maki to say something to him. o.o;;... Maki......Will you?
I know you're reading this. Respond.

....Oi.... I only hate some people. Now, it's mainly Zach. But I have other people whom right now I'm not so fond of.
Such as Jimmy. I don't know what's gotten over him. Or under him. ...Passed him. Yeah, passed him. Well, anyway. Ever since the Zach-guy introduced himself, Jimmy has been acting not-so-Jimmy-like. I can't even express it in words. All I can say is that there has been some obvious mutalation to his personality.

And futher more, I hate myself for making me hate all these things. Am I over reacting? O_o I hope not. Poo... I want to drown all my troubles. Or melt like chocolate on a hot day, and sink through into the vents. Never to be seen again.

...It's been so long since I've talked to certain people. Hiei. Wow. Haven't talked to him in at least a month. x_x And now that I've typed out that slab of truth, it hurts.
I can only blame myself. Or blame nothing. Nothing is good. And maybe I don't want to know the truth. Maybe just waiting endless hours at the bottom of the sink for the rest of my life.

Who knows.

...And finally....
I hate how all I can do is sit and watch my life rip right under my fingers.

cheerio.

3 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 10 September :: 8.14pm
:: Mood: crappy
:: Music: Skinny Puppy - Social Deception

Ack.
All right. Today was awful. x_x
This one dude at my bus stop, who's name I believe is Zach or something keeps doing weird little things to me. I don't even know what's so weird about them. They just don't feel right. He's too....friendly, maybe? I don't know. But it's now become really uncomfortable at the bus. And the worse part is, Jimmy is NO help with this. In fact, he's decided to make a joke out of me and thinks this Zach-guy is hitting on me. I don't think he is. At least I hope he's not. I hate these types of plights.

You know what, I'm going to sound like one of those stupid questions asked in almost every magazine on the rack that has to deal with problems and such, but hey, I might as well continue my pace of talking like an idiot. I seem to be on a roll. But anyway:

...I have no idea what to do. He gave me his phone number. I don't want to call him. o_o;
I don't even want to talk to him, let alone see him. It's not his fault. I think. But it's not mine either. He's pushy. And, as stated before, too friendly. I mean, he just introduced himself out of the blue less than a week ago, and now: Boom! A few days pass and he acts like he's known me all my life.

Stupid bus! Curse your stupid assigned seats and whatnot! Curse your dumb ideals on bus crashing-preventions! Curses to your dumb, uncomprehenable route which makes me stand outside at 6:50 AM and wait almost a half an hour for you to arrive! And mostly, curses to that Zach-kid for making me feel so...undesirably awkward.

...I hate the bus. But it's not the bus' fault. I still hate it. Can I do that? Bus. Oh, bus. Why?

...

...Anyway. If anyone knows how to make situations like this just disapear out of the sky, ((which sadly, I doubt someone does)) please don't hesitate to tell me. For I could really use that information right about now.

...................................................................
There's something about this entry that doesn't feel right. But due to my lack of time and motivation to restart, you'll have to settle for garbage.

................cheerio......

:: 2003 6 September :: 10.22pm
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: Sad sad kiddie

Updation is not a word.
I don't know what to do with myself these days. I was so frustrated on trying to find something to do that I just gave up... Took the easy way out, I suppose. I want to curl up in a ball and just wait for everything to be done and over with. Then pick up my life again. Point-blank. You know...? You know. But the easy way out isn't for me. No. That path is too crowded because everyone seems to want to take "the easy road."
Well, then in that case I suppose I'll need to find a new lane. One fresh, new, and empty. One that isn't blocked by much, but isn't in clear view of the eye either. Something that's right in front of you, but you still need to focus in to see it.

"They" say money makes the world go 'round. I disagree completely. Money is what makes the world freeze in utter chaos. And frankly I'd like money a lot more if I didn't have any.

...Okiee. That was a bit off-course of me to say. But it feels wrong deleting it, hence it stands.

Wow. And there's my day in a box.

Cheerio.

:: 2003 4 September :: 10.14pm
:: Mood: Serieux
:: Music: non

non
Au pays des aveugles les borgnes sont rois.

:: 2003 1 September :: 9.57pm
:: Mood: creative
:: Music: "The Sanity Assassin" - Bauhaus

Would you rather live in a haze of stupidity, blinded by the truth and be happily all through life, or know the truth and live in cold reality until the day you die...?
Oi...

Not much has happen lately.
In fact, nothing has happened.
I think I'll be switching journal-sites though. One of Maki's online friends ((whom she has yet to introduce me too....::hunch::...)) pulled through and is giving Maki a journal at LiveJournals.com. Therefore, in a week when the code-thing shall be generated, lucky me will have one as well. Which I don't really see the point in. I like this journal, and I don't see why having another site host it would change anything. I'll probably end up never writing in it. Either that or ceasing my updates for this one. And if that's to happen, I'll add a link somewhere along this page.

Eh... Bedtime. School. 5:25 is when my alarm goes off.... So, to translate:

Cheerio.

:: 2003 30 August :: 9.54pm
:: Mood: numb
:: Music: "Paper Doll"- Kittie

Watch the blood run down her face, but don't take notice. And watch the blood run down her arms. Please don't take notice.
Wow. How long has it been since I last updated?... A while. I've been busy. Please accept that as an excuse which covers me being too lazy to update as well. High School, like Jimmy said, was a bit overrated. It wasn't hardly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it's better than I would have thought. At least better than my old school. It was just too bright in there. Picture neon yellow caught in your eyes wall to wall, floor to floor, step with step, everyday. I'm surprised no one went blind.

Anyway, good new to people who care: My scanner will be fully functional by sometime this week. ((Elaboration: I can send my pictures.)) To all who don't care, I've just succeded in wasting approximately three seconds of your life.

...And now my IMs are gathering past my limit to where I can't complete two tasks at once. Erm... Which means I'm ending this entry.

Wow. This entry sucked. o_o;

Cheerio.

:: 2003 23 August :: 8.57pm
:: Mood: nervous
:: Music: "Of Lillies and Remains"- Bauhaus

"to climb the wall in vain and capture back my chain of lilles and remains."
You know what, this is a really good song...

Eh, I don't have much time for this entry, so I'll just have to post a quick update.

-Jimmy didn't make football.
-Nor is he upset about it.
-In fact... I think he's happy.
-Maki did make JV feild hockey.
-She's driving me through endless conversations on how easy it was to make it, and how "I should have tried it."
-I start school on Monday
-I'm as nervous as a hairless monkey about to be dipped into a coat of caramel pudding.
-Jimmy, Toby, Maki and Kat aren't nervous. Truth is, they're bent on making fun of me because I'm the only one who is. Well, Toby hasn't made fun of me, yet, but everyone else has. o_o; Shame on you all.
-I still haven't gotten any school supplies.
-I think my dad wants me to use my old backpack...but little does he know there's a hole at the bottom of it, so lucky me; I get to carry my books.
-Mock ran away....again.
- ...I'm nervous now for no reason...
- And I've just finished this list because everything else in my life isn't good enough to say.

....Cheerio.

1 Holy Grail | White Whale

:: 2003 22 August :: 12.09pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: Same, but I don't think it's working.

Just a song.
I went to my first class of being a Rokudan, and it wasn't very different from Godan but, it was alright. Has anyone ever heard a song called "One" by Metallica? It's a good song and I didn't really understand it intill I looked it up. It's about this old war flik from like the 70's which was a book at first that came out in the 30's called: "Johnny Got his Gun" I believe, and well There's this kid like 18 who's sent off to war, and He gets hit by a bomb, loses both arms and legs and lives. He can't hear, see, or speak. So, he get's sent home and his father takes him on a tour around the country in a side show, or freak show or whatever. And he had no way or saying anything because he couldn't speak or write or anything so he did morscode (is that how you spell it?) He knew morscode from when he was a little kid when him and his friend next door did that stuff and anywho, He would bob his head in morscode and what he was saying was: S.O.S Kill me Kill me Kill me Kill me over and over again, and well that's the story cause i guess he only wanted to die...poor guy anyways later.

3 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 19 August :: 11.31pm
:: Mood: embarrassed
:: Music: "Nazi Halo" - Jack off Jill ...((I think I give this band too much credit))

"My sad excuse for a contribution to Day"
All righty... The past couple of days I've done nothing but wallowing in my own puddle of egoistc nonsense which Day has happily built me. Explanation shall follow as so:

(( I hope she doesn't mind me posting this. o_o; ))

DayoOfTheMafia: I admire Renee for everything. She is unique in the way she thinks, straying from the path that all of us choose to take, knowing only what she knows and believing in it - the way she sees things in a different light that just wows me. I admire that she is funny, very humorous in everything she says and does. I admire her creativity - the way she can sound so innocent yet smart - the way she puts things in words and ways I cannot, that even though she is 14-years-old, she speaks with maturity when needed. I admire that she's interesting in everything she does and says - not to mention she's incredibly cute/adorable. Renee is my role-model. :]

Things to remember:
-Day was not paid to say this-
-Nor was she pleaded to, or begged-
-She was not beat up or stabbed to say these words, either-
-Day was not held captured in a fortress on the outskirts of town awaiting some form of super-hero to come and rescue her, but the catch was that she had to repeat what you see above in order to be saved.-
-I need to repay Day back for saying this in some way, because I feel bad just repeating the words "thank you" over and over again.-
And finally...
-Find out what and why I'm serving in some kinda jury against sess on August the 23rd.-

o_o; I really need to find more out about things before agreeing to them. Oh well.. I'm sure it's nothing. Or something. Something which will later resolve into nothing. Or nothing which will become something, which will drive me to believing I have not the slighest idea on what I'm talking about now, and bringing up the idea that I need to shut up.

And on that note, I think I'll just be leaving.
Cheerio...

:: 2003 20 August :: 2.20am
:: Mood: relieved
:: Music: Metallica- Unforgiven

The test...
Today, or I mean yesterday was my test from going to a Godan to a Rokudan. I went down town and me and my class all said a few words and wished each other luck. After that it began... One by One we were called out to perform our Kata's.( kata- A system of basic body positioning and movement excercises.) The first 7 katas are done with a bokken which is a long wooden sword, and the last 3 are done with a Shidachi, a short wooden sword. I thought I did well on all of them since I've been working so hard. Then...I waited...and waited...and waited intill finally the listings were up. Everyone jumped up and ran at the list and I waited intill it was half clear to see if my number was up there. i must say i was intensly nervous. my number was 111 and suprisingly it was there! I remember exactly what it looked like too, it was 108, 110, 111. I was so releived i passed the first part but I still had the written test to do which Is my weak point. I got my test and I knew every answer with out a second guess, it was so easy, I'm glad I did all that studying. I handed my test in and sure enough I passed on to Rokudan. I was recognized at the ceremony that I passed to the next level (like all the others) and right there and then i felt pretty damn special. Turns out for my other class mates they all had passed too and my sensei has told us that we were all to be in the same class together again, yes, that's a good thing. Well, i suceeded...did you have any doubt?
( -.o)y

:: 2003 17 August :: 10.35am
:: Mood: Nervous

Upon my return..
Alright...sorry for being gone for a while, I forgot to tell everyone I would be gone a few days. My test is in two days...well in half an hour it will be one day. (-.- );; We (my kendo class and sensei) went down town to What's it called (i forgot) To see what everything was about and what to wear and so on. I spent the night in a hotel with my comrads for what was it 3 days? We trained our ass off in that huge temple, it was my first time there so I was indeed nervous. A thing about old people is that when they treat you as an equal, they're pretty cool. Within those 3 days (or whatever) Me and my fellow class mates got alot closer, and I don't mean in a gay way Yusuke...Once we advance we may be split in to knew classes and I really hope that doesn't happen. Anywho, they taught me something I'm sure i've heard but never thought about it intill now. "There are two kinds of quiet men...Those who are always thinking about something bad, and those with experience who don't say unnecessary things." well that's my breif knowledge lesson for today, later

(y*.*)y

:: 2003 15 August :: 9.06pm
:: Mood: nerdy
:: Music: "Filth" - Dir en Grey

"Hell is paved with good samaritans."
All right... Haven't updated in four days. In fact, the only reason I'm updating now is today I found out I had a devoted reader besides Maki, who only trys to point out my errors, and then laugh at me for it. ...o_o...
And she enjoys every minute of it. Anyway, thank you Day for making me feel less of a loser for spending time on this journal-thing. In the beginning I thought making this would be pretty stupid of me, but I think that feelings kind of fading away...

Anyway, I need to think of things to say. Or at least find a link to direct you to some form of entertainment. Eh... I was allowed to go to Jimmy's football pratice today. It's funny watching him. He has no eye-hand cordination whatsoever. Plus, he runs like a one-legged rabbit. I don't even know why he tried out because as soon as he got off the feild he screamed "I suck." ...Which, to be honest, he did. Compared to the other people there, at least. Picture a bunch of beef-cans rolling down a hill. Those were the other guys at Jimmy's pratice. Then picture a baby-food jar with a dent in the lid. That's Jimmy. It was sad. u_u

Enough about that, now. Maki wanted me to go to her feild hockey pratice, but it was at noon and really hot, so I just stood on top of the hill and tried to see what was going on. I don't even know the rules to that game yet alone know the object or point to it. Whacking a neon-orange ball with a stick... Can't be too hard. Right? O.o

Ten more days left of summer. A lot of people I know from online though are all ready in school. Ashmo, Akira, Ammy, and Noshi are in school at this time. But I guess that's because they started the summer before me.

Okiee, I'm boring myself. And I'm sorry if I'm boring you. Not much I can think of to say right now... Eh, Filth is a good song. If anyone has ever followed up on my word to download Dir en Grey, tyou. For those who didn't, shame. They're a good band.

I downloaded 9.0 a few days ago. I think they overrated it by a lot. It's not much better than 8.0. In fact, if I had to choose one, I'd probably pick 8.0

And now I plan to fill the rest of this entry with pointless results to pointless quizzes which I take for pointless reasons at any given pointless day.

Fight Club!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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o.o; Has anyone ever seen this movie?... I haven't. See, and the word "pointless" lives to it's rank once more.

indie prick
you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.

what type of lame scenester are you?
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"Hurrah."

...And now I'm being too distracted by IMs to finish any other quizzies, so I guess I'll just end here.

Cheerio.

4 Holy Grails | White Whale

hiei

:: 2003 14 August :: 9.26am
:: Mood: content
:: Music: same

A trip to the Meds.
Alright today I went to the Hospital To make sure i was all good and my simptems from the "sickness" weren't acting up again. First i just talked to this Doctor guy (old man funny voice ) And then I had to visit the vamps and get my blood taken. (that's always fun. ) Oh and I had to pee in a cup (whoop-di-doo. ) I came home and trained some, went over my studies and stuff then went to kendo. I practised with my fellow class mates (old people ) and then came home, studied, and here I am now, g'night. ( -.-)y

1 Holy Grail | White Whale

:: 2003 13 August :: 11.40pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: same

The eye of the tiger
Today at work I was training in the middle of the comic book store. I turned on the song "The eye of the Tiger" and practised my kata's and read all the material i need to know over and over again. I'm trying my best to pass this test and I hope I'm doing the right stuff.
( -.-)y

:: 2003 12 August :: 11.34pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: the same

Only a week away!
Yea yesterday was weird but well, what are you gonna do about it? I've been training so hard for my kendo test next week to go to the next level! I'm currently a Godan and next week (if i pass ) I'll be a Rokudan! (\(. . )/)! It's been 4 years since I became a godan and the time has finally come to move on!

:: 2003 11 August :: 11.38pm
:: Mood: disappointed
:: Music: "My Cat" - Jack off Jill

...I thought up a really catchy saying to place here. Then I forgot it. ...sorry...
Eh, I've been punished the last few days. ((If anyone had noticed)) I can't tell you why because not even I know the reasoning to it. All I can say is that not many people care anymore. And I'm using "care" to generalize everything there is to replace it or connect to it. "Nobody cares about __((blank))__." Fill it in, or leave it blank. Either way it pretty much speaks for itself. Three simple, short words. Nobody cares anymore. And I can't even say they ever have. Come to think of it, I don't think they have.

The only sorce of communication I've had within the past few days were with Jimmy. We've been flinging notes each other's window. Even with him halfway out the window with his arms out, all attempts failed poorly. ((He lives two house down, so now the people whom live inbetween our two homes have about 15 paper balls and half a pencil on their front yard.)) ...They're townhouse... so it's not like our plan was impossible, right? In fact, I thought it was a pretty good plan...

...And now I'm off. The number on my away message-thing has now reached around 30-something. I think that means someone probably has something important to tell me. Either that, or they're just as bored as I am.

Cheerio.

:: 2003 11 August :: 11.00pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: Hasn't changed

A new song to get addicted to.
Well I got home not long ago and just got out of the shower, and I heard this song. I like it and I think I've gotten addicted to it:

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy, can i come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)
Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip)
Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)

You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)
Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on)
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared
And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there"

And I know that you think it's just a fantasy
But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want, and I've waited so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong,
but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
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Has anyone ever heard this? Oh and I started playing Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles. It looks really girly, (- - )

:: 2003 9 August :: 11.33pm
:: Mood: Confident
:: Music: Still the same.

The master!
I got home from kendo, took a well needed shower and sat down to play some tekken...I got 18 wins in survivor and beat my old record of 17!!! Oh yea who's the best!!! Beat that Yusuke!! Kiss my ass fo!! YEA!!! ;';laughs like phantom renegade;'; >D!

10 Holy Grails | White Whale

:: 2003 8 August :: 10.21pm
:: Mood: sleepy
:: Music: Still the same.

Another typical Day in the life of Hiei
I just got home from kendo. Today at work I did my homework and read comics over and over again like I usually do. I was walking out the door when Riyu came up to me and told me he had gotten a letter from Omi (my friend ). It was mostly about stuff that means nothing to me and that doesn't matter at all to anyone else. After that I headed to Kendo, I learned a new Kata called...Well I forgot what it was called, Dionimishima something something. It was tough at first but I caught on soon enough, and right now I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed, later.