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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!
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.
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.
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.
Self-destructive
What Random Word Corresponds To Your Emotion?
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...ouch...?
You're Kikasa!
What j-rock bassist are you?
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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
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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.
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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.
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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?
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...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.
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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......
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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.
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2003 4 September :: 10.14pm
:: Mood: Serieux
:: Music: non
non
Au pays des aveugles les borgnes sont rois.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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
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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
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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.
you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
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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.
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