End's Live Journal

I will now be taking on a new live journal, starting fresh. This journal is reserved for Glomp and Depressed posts only. The actually /good/ posts will be here, which obviously means my new account is named ariomness . So yeah. Add Ariomness to your friend list and completely ignore this one, which will soon become IRL friends only. Only THEY have to be tortured through reading Glompy and Depressedish posts.

I want Mett to live around here. *whines* I mean... he's all... awesome! *glomps mett* He'd fit in so perfectly with my friends and I, he has an almost exact humor style that could accomodate almost everyone so he wouldn't think any of us insane! *sighs*
I mean, he doesn't mind exploring the Baker's Square site with me even though he's never actually been there and laughing at their advertizing campain. And he never said he was bored or anything. It's not often you find someone who can stand meandering around random websites! ;D
But unfortunately he has to live in stupid California, at his stupidly awesome tech-based school in his stupidy foggy town. Drats.


In completely random news Zack gave an odd answer to Library on monday. He said "I don't care. I could go... but it's not likely. I don't care either way and circumstance make it very possible I won't go" and shut completely down to peer pressure. Then he stole someone's Eldest book and chased after some annoying guy.

In multimedia we've been staring at shoe sites, JC and I so bored we can't even make snide comments.

I'm out of things to say today. Goodbye.

COMMENT PEOPLE, COMMENT! GOSH! I COMMENT ON A FAIR AMOUNT OF ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU POST, EVERY POST I CAN COME UP WITH A RESPONSE TO, AND I RECIEVE ALMOST NO COMMENTS? GAR! YOU LAZY BUMS!




=)

Stupid 20% being nerdier than me!




65? That old? Pfft.



This is higher than most of the people who took the quiz. I'm so proud. =')




Yesh.
I always knew it... :P 86% of the people are more extroverted than I.
This week's artist playcount:

All time Artist's playcount:

Really strange considering no matter how much my tastes in music change, Queens of the Stone Age have always remained a major favorite band, and they seem to be low down the list.. =/

VArtists in half a year maybe? I dunno this one... ;>>

Highly unaccurate at the current point in time..

Fun fact: My music library adds up to 786 songs, most of which are (maybe 2 or 3 of the cds are bought) burned from limewire! Oh dear, I hope the authorities don't read this! All together this takes up 2.89 GB. Excuse me while I skip off to illegally download more music.

It's a post. yesh.


I need to work on my halloween costume.

But I'm too lazy, so screw that.


I feel like going to baker's square. I was talking to Zack (AKA Ceiling Guy) on the bus today, and it was all about my crappy genes and pie, too completely unrelated topics. Pie because I found out he'd never gone to baker's square before (Gasp zoids!) probably because he lived in Mississippi. And about my crappy genes because I dunno. 
Now I'm reaaaaaaally craving pie. *drools* And I need to educate more people like pie. Maybe, LeaF, we could get JC and Zack both to come to baker's square with us + one other random person? But I dunno if they'd get along. Or if JC would ever, ever, ever, respond well (less well than Zack. Zack knows we're weird, he'd expect it. JC would stare at me blankly wondering things for a few minutes before never talking to me again...) and be like "PIE!" I don't like JC anymore. But he is a sophomore, and a guy, so theoretically, in that respect, he and Zack have something in common. But no... JC could never reach the level of randomness and vague (at the very least) perversion that Zack gets to, even including the conversation JC and I had about what exactly Mario's grabbing of Madam Flurrie's as she blows wind. God, LeaF, you've made me such a perv now... I hate you.... I almost didn't put "wind" in the prior sentence, just wondering what you guys might end up thinking. Anyway, they wouldn't get along. We'd need a different person. I dunno if Zack would like going to baker's square with a complete stranger though.. but on second thought, he probably wouldn't go with us either.
Huh.


I want piiiiiieeeee....


And I'm currently crush-less. How depressing. Warren guys just suck, why can't any meet my amazingly high standards? Gar! It's not that hard people! You just have to change personalities when I do, be an intellegent pacifist athiest without too big of an ego who reads books. Gosh! Is that really that difficult? Pfft.


Now what was going to be a three sentence post has turned into something longer so...

The end.

I wish I'd had a chance to write this yesterday, when everything was fresh in my mind. Unfortunately I had to do homework though. Sigh. I'll try to refresh my memory.
When we were driving into the lot of CLC for the meeting, my thoughts were all pessimistic. It would really suck to go to a college like this... One of those local colleges no one cares about.
Lately my thoughts have been doubting everything I've ever thought my life would end up to be. Which is pretty much a writer living britain, married to a british guy, me working at a big fantasy book publishing company, a honeymoon to Sydney, Australia, and an eventual retirement in Ireland. Seriously, I've pretty much had life laid out since 7th grade. All those details, including colleges.
I'd recently begun to doubt if I should go to Britain when I'm older. I'm afraid if I go to Britain and it's not all I've structured it up to be these past years, well, I know that I'd get pretty depressed, on a level I've possibly never reached before. So in a way, I could be happier in GB or less happy than ever in GB. 50 50 chance. And I've always been the one who'd like to play it safe. It's just this big... conflict thing...
So I go there to the meeting. They're incredibly persausive, got me to reaaaally want to go to Australia. But I know that if I got to go to Britain, Ireland, for a vacation with these peoples... I coud figure all of this out. So I asked them, and they said a nearby place was going to the British Isles. Perfect.
I'll be going to a meeting on that in october, and after that fund raising like crazy for it. The chances of my going are very slim though. Unlikely to get the money in time, or the teacher recomendations, and even if I did they probably just would decide they didn't like me in the interview. That's how my life works. I get close to great and then get stabbed back down to ziltch. And worse off than I started. It's also a very limited thing. They invite about 200 people for each area, the more populous areas at least, and accept about 40 to go on the trip.

I could've written this much better if I'd had time last night. >>

Oh, and before the meeting had been a major depression wave... yeah..

So says the real-live seven year old from the health movie we watched. Isn't she a tough little cookie? I'm gonna grow up to be just like her.


Another moment of silence for Manny and Bernie's (I think it was?) tragic deaths, and hopes that Harry will never die... that would be extremely upsetting. Uck. BEGIN!


...


Anyway, I just realized something. Didn't they die, or didn't we realize they'd died on Monday? Monday was Sept. 11th. That is a cursed day, I tell you. Amazing connection, that.

I'd also like to present the amazing DANCE OFF!!! series I've created of Guild Wars screen shots of various characters (all but the Mesmer. Because they suck) dancing. They're dances are quite amusing. Here they are:
D1:  http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38778257/?qo=8&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D2: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38781145/?qo=7&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D3: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39026257/?qo=6&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D4: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39081655/?qo=5&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D5: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39125995/?qo=4&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D6: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39750266/?qo=2&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
D7: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39750715/?qo=1&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
Enjoy.
Mesmers do in fact, suck. But I'd rather have a magical 8 to end it all... Stupid 7. Maybe in a month or so I'll get around to making a mes.. if I have room...


So yesh. A while back we got a thing in the mail inviting me to australia on account of high test scores. Student embassader program thing. I'd spend the better part of the summer there, and it'd be awesome. But expensive. Today we're going to a meeting to see just how expensive. Could it be in our pricerange? *hopes for this unlikely event* I'll post about it tomorrow or something. Yes.

THE END.

Yay for random guild wars screen caps:

Necromancer by ~Ariomness on deviantART
^my charrie in reserve for when Alli gets her GW working. =o Hopefully this embedded thing works..


There you go... =d

So I spent my homecomming night at Alli's Block Party, rockin' out to the classic party/80s/70s songs, playing LOZ and Paper Mario 2: TYD. It was pretty funny, me and Alli becoming the HAPPY SUNSHINE BUDDIES!!! *holds up neon green wrist thingy with the happy sun in an overly-cheerful manner* YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!! And we danced all weirdly. Since I didn't know anyone there, nor would any of them care enough to remember this information, I danced as weird as I felt like. Which didn't happen to be too weird, but that's okay. We also played a game of Hate-Volleyball, and it was fun... Yep... I'm really not looking forward to gym next semester. 
So that was homecoming. I think I had more fun gaming and such than I would've at homecomming. 


Random sidenote: Paper mario 2 is a reaaaaallly perverted game. You should buy it!


In completely irrevelant news, LeaF and I have made a new friend! Yay. His name is Guy, Ceiling Guy. (Excuse the James Bond reference) Okay, I'm just kidding. His name's Zack something or other. He's really sarcastic and hates almost everyone. Unfortunately he's from the south. Most of you wouldn't understand it, but for some reason I've always just really disliked southerners. Something about the accent and the generally happy, nice attitude. Uck. Gotta be mean once in a while, you know? But anyway, he doesn't really act much like a southerner, so I guess that's alright. So there's random entry #2!

And now for #3! I haven't the time to devout a whole post for it as Katie did, but let's all have a moment of silence for Manny's passing, the horrendous crime the man we know only as Mr. Peterson commited. Oh why, why couldn't he have just killed that one girl he always threatens to kill? Why take the life of our dear Manny. We shan't know. And now for the moment of silence I mentioned.

...

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/33151187/?qo=34&q=by%3Aariomness+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

I think I may have sent the email to someone else leaf... >> So here's what I was planning on emailing you. ^
Remember that one piece of art I'd drawn that i told you I was semi-proud of? Dug it up on my dART account, and voi la. I'm really only semi-proud of the middle one, the other suck. Of course, the middle one certainly has it's flaws. For example, relooking at it I realized I'd waaaaaay over-exagerated some of her features.... x_X

a whole lot of crap happened. I went to the library with leaf, as I told my mother I would be doing occasionally.  At around six when we're thinking of leaving soon anyway, my mom storms up to me red-eyed, saying about how she'd been looking all over the place for me. The only words I was thinking at that point were 'crap' and 'screwed' However, she didn't seem too mad. I got off the hook with no computer the rest of the night and a warning to better-warn-her next time.

In other matters, later we got a call from my Aunt Jen and Uncle Ben. They're the cool part of the familly. They invited me to spend the week with them from october 6th to 12th. ^_^!!!! I love that part of the familly! The only issue was that they now live in Texas, and texas is ew. And I don't have any summmer clothes. I never did this summer, really. And I'd be away from my beloved Guild Wars. Unless I manage to install it on their computer but they might find that weird. Oh well, I'll bring it and claim to be bringing it just to show it to Ben. He likes mmos. He's cool. So anyway, i WILL be going. Talk to you later, gtg.

Turns out I have strep after all. Great time to tell us, doc, really, thanks! Without the prescriptions it only worsened. Today I woke up with a runny nose, sore throat, a wheezing cough that shakes my whole body when it happens, BUT.... I don't sneeze any more, at all.

I really, really hope I can still make Kathy's bday. ><

This comic expresses my views almost perfectly! http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20060823

Oh, and J.C.'s name, being french, can really only be said in a french accent, an my french accent is rather undeveloped, I can't pronounce it --though I didn't try, not wanting to murder it in his presence-- muchless spell it. Something like Jhon Clashaun? *shrug* And he doesn't like music. At all. Points lost. 


 In completely other news:
THE BUS
The other day I'm walking to the bus and this tall guy sees me, yells out "WOW! THERE'S ANOTHER WHITE PERSON IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!" The girl next to him says, "Like duhhhh! We have, like, 7."
My neighborhood is not small. It's not particularly rich either.

So the next day at the bus stop I'm feeling chiveralerious (Screw spelling), I take out my music player and put Disturbed, The Sickness in. I put it on top volume. The bus stop erupts in "What the fuck, lol?" They listen to rap. "Turn that shit off!" The one who'd been surprised at my whiteness. "Or down, at least." I take my headphones off for a minute, grin, and say 'Hello,' then I put them back on and walk some ways away.  And from across the street I get angry glares from protectiveparents watching their grade-K kids as they wait for the bus on the opposite corner. I laugh to myself. And I move the headphones in a certain way that makes it go louder. What can I say, I was in an evil mood that day.
Life is fun.

Life sucks.
Warning! Do not read the italicized print until later if you'd like to be rightly amused by the rest of this post! SPOIIIIILERS!
I tend to get nosebleeds fall-first days of spring. Periodicly. I've never, however, gotten them THIS often! You could blame my dad's genes --he recently had to have a surgery because of his nose, and he's always had periodic nosebleeds-- or my crappy immune system. Whichever you choose. *shrug* You'll see me complain about this a lot. They tend to happen write when something important or something I look forward to is going to happen, or is happening. Never once does one come in the middle of sucky spanish, science or history. Don't get me wrong, I like History as a subject, but Ms. Mcmillen makes it crap, and it's going too fast and too boringly. She couldn't present the information in a more boring way. Anyway...

In study hall, I'm finishing the last question of my math test. I get a bloody [hehe... literal british swears...] nosebleed. Mr. Pagan (PAGAHN, NOT PAGAN! ROAR!) excuses me and I rush to the bathroom. I stand their with toilet paper on my nose all through lunch. Wait, no, there's 10 more minutes left and the bleeding's stopped! I run to the lunch room, shove my backpack on the table and power-walk to the cashregister as Katie says "You're late." I buy a pizza and fries. I'm almost done with my pizza... and I get another fucking nose bleed. What the hell, I ask you, what the hell? Effing dad's effing genes. Effing frip. Alli gets someone to give me tissues, and I eat one handed, as the other one plugs my nose. I don't know if you've ever had to do this, but that's really awkward. I run out of time, bell rings. Alli gets Mr. Peterson to let me stay longer. I do so, but the taste of blood kind of makes you lose your appetite. I finish my pizza, eat a few fries then toss them out and wait a few seconds. Miraculously, my nosebleed has stopped. I rush to the second floor. Then I realize I'm not sure exactly which room on the second floor I'm on. But no worries! I follow the sound of Mr. Peterson's booming voice.

I write this all after five minutes ago having had another, this one much worse, nosebleed. I'll spare you the details.




I hate autumn.

I like the album that's pictured in my userpic for this entry. It's called "Loser Friendly" Does that rock or does that rock? I mean... it's just... a great CD name... Yesh. By Steadman. Anyhoo, onto the important stuff.

I caught what I thought was strep throat the other day, but the doctor tells me that it's not strep throat, it's a virus with all the same symptoms and effects as strep throat. -_- So I'm too tired to think clearly on wow, and probably won't be active here or on wow for a while. No more screen caps to post on dART for a while.

In a completely different note, you know that really irritating JC Penny commercial? The one with the catchy song, and the poster of a girly looking guy singing and a band behind him, and it says Ok Go on the poster? There's the guys playing video games and it changes to a bunch of girls in a way too pink room laughing? (they're so sexist) Well, embarrassing as this is, the song was just too catchy. I downloaded it. And some other stuff by them. Yesh. Yay for random rambling. Don't blame me for my hallucinating randomness, blame my strep-throat-impersonating-virus.


Excuse me while I go collapse of exaustion.


P.S. I do think I'm getting better though. Now it's only half the time that it hurts to swallow, rather than all the time. I'm starting to sneeze and cough sometimes though. And it always hurts to yawn, talk, cough or sneeze. Pretty much make any sort of noise and my throat errupts into a flamey inferno. And my meds is just some tylonel. Pretty much a bottle of listerine with medical crap written all over the back and 'TYLONEL' written in big bold letters on the front. Placibo much?
And I tend to get really grumpy and cranky when I'm sick. >> Just a forewarning.

 Here's little tidbits of quotes from each of my classes to show you what the school day is like for me. =)


Intigrated Lab Science

Mrs. Petrusky: Look kids! It's a burnt hand! And here's an acid-infected eye, and here's a person on fire... Good picture, isn't it? Gruesome, but good!
*class grumbles, disgusted by the 'good pictures'*

Honors History Of Western Thought
Mrs... What's her name again? Mcmillen?: *in a Valley Girl accent that she always uses* Like, and then you just like, find the index. Do you understand me? And then, like, look up what your looking for. Do you get what I'm saying? Do you understand?
*The class is thinking: WE'RE HONORS, YES, WE KNOW HOW TO LOOK UP SOMETHING IN THE DAMN INDEX!*

Multimedia Class
Mrs. Somethingorother: This is the dock! See this over here? It's called the dock. Does everyone in here know how to close a window? No? Okay, well on a mac, you look at the upper left hand side of the window... Do you know what a window is? No? It's the square box showing the program that you're looking at. Do you know what a program is....
*J.C. [his real name is something French. I still need to find out exactly what it is. He writes too, and plays video games. And has my sort of humor. =D], The softmore sitting next to me in Multimedia [Who took interest in my doctor's appointment yesterday, and the classes I've got today! ^_^ I'm guessing that means we're friends now. It's good to have a softmore friend...]  makes quiet remarks all through this 'explanation of whatever this teacher's name is. We laugh at our class and our teacher's ignorance... Combined, we probably know four times as much about what we're learning than they do. I know enough about macs from having one, and J.C. has a ton of common sense. I've got experience in making websites, and I'm guessing he does too. In any case, he knows a lot about computers. So yes, we're making quiet insulting remarks all through this*

Algerbra
Mr. Pagän [probably some other symbol for the A in his name...]: Hello class. My name is Mr. Pagän. That's Mr. PAHG-AHN. Not PAEGEN. I am not a pagan! Do not call me a pagan! I'm not pagan!
Later...
RandomPreppyGirl: Umm, Mr. Pagan, I need help with this problem.
Mr. Pagän:  PAGAHN! NOT PAGAN! NOT PAGAN! 
Me: Uhh... Mr. [saying it carefully] Pag-ahn, Did I get this problem right?
Mr. Pagän: Very good! You're the first one to get my name right all day!
Me: Yes, well, I have experience with people mispronouncing names...

Lunch
I just kind of sit there feeling left out...

Honors English
Mr. Peterson: [Pointing at the chalkboard with a rubber chicken] And that is what 'urohydrosis' means. Aren't you glad you learned something, class?
Later
Mr. Peterson: Now who was the person who REALLY raped Maybella? *points to self. We all laugh uncontrolably* Wait... That's not right..

Health
Mr. Smothers: I'm usually very close with my students. Very close. 

Spanish I
Mrs. Spanishteacherperson: I want everything you ever here to be in spanish.
But... we're learning the lingo... we're not quite fluent yet... at all...
Later
Mrs. Spanishteacherperson: Ugh! I can't believe you didn't understand that!
Umm... Shouldn't you be speaking in spanish...?
RandomSoftmoreOfTheClass: Me es el stupido. [I am the stupid]


And then I wait half an hour for my bus to come, and then I get home after a long walk at 4. I have to go eat dinner. Bye.

I'm supposed to be reading To Kill A Mocking Bird right now. Oh, I've finished reading the book by now, weeks ago, yes. But I didn't get all of the examples i need, or highlight everything i need. And what examples I DO have are so sloppilly written, curving around the edges of the margrins in the book, they probably won't be counted. I neeeeed to work on this, but I'm too tired, too lazy, and too much of a procrastinater. And here I promised myself I wouldn't procrastinate at all when school begins. *slams head into desk multiple times*
And even though I feel dreadful about TKAMB, I'm going to further procrastinate by making a mediumish post. 
First of all, I've found a new, great, GAMECUBE/Playstationish based webcomic. It rocks. And one of the people who made it put me on his watch list ^_^ I have several links I could give you for this:
Here's their site that's easiest to veiw the comics with: http://tipofthesword.comicgenesis.com/
Here's their dART account: http://tipofthesword.deviantart.com/
Here's Eric Chandler, one of the artists,'s dART account: http://pheonixsage.deviantart.com/
I don't know what account Stephan Auker, the other artist, has, or I'd link it. Chandler's the one who put me on watch, so he's cool. ^_^

Second of all, I promised I'd tell you about the company boat trip. The ride to chicago wasn't too bad, I was listening to Disturbed and Acceptance the whole time. We were all dressed up except for alex. I was wearing nice, silky feeling new tan pants, and a mossy sort of green shirt with half --not quarter =o-- sleeves, that made me, combined with the classy look of the pants, look vaguely sophisticated! Except for the fact that with my hair down, it flew in my face every five seconds unless I walked backwards. It was irritating. 
We arrived there and I looked around. Almost no one my age. And much to my horror, more than 3/4ths of the people had cameras. AND in order to get on the boat, they made you get your picture taken with your familly, it was a favor from the company that it's free. And they make you wear hawian [how come i can't spell that word today? I always used to be able to...] flower necklace type things. x_x And worse yet, my mother has a camera and makes us all take pictures together as well as the company photos. I'm stubborn and keep my headphones on maxed volume the whole time. 
We board the boat, and eat appetizers. I get bored quickly. The DJ realizes I'm wearing headphones and gets offended. He says he'll try and play some music I like. I name a few bands. He doesn't recognize any of them. I'm like "Yeah... I like non-mainstream rock, these days..." So what does he do? He begins playing 80s crap. Even 70s crap is better than 80s crap.
Lunch is served at the bottom of the boat, at least for the food we want. Shrimp and spicy foods are on our level of the boat. I take Alex downstairs, we get pizza and alex gets some extra mini hot dogs and go back up. I get rice from the Grown Up Food buffette table to go with my pizza. A girl I don't recognize comes up to me. "Remember me? I was at the Donlen [the place my mom works at] Take-your-kids-to-work-day about 2 years ago!" I blink. "Erm..?" I ask. When she continues insisting, I say "Ohhhh! I remember you now!" though I actually still have no idea who the hell she is.
She brings her friend over then. "You remember Moira, right?" the friend is like, "Yeah, totally!" The girl then asks me, "Do you remember her?" I answer honestly this time, "Nope." And the girl is like "Oh my gosh, she doesn't remember me either." and I'm like "Well, my memory's not too great." And they say "oh." and leave.

We eat. Trivia questions are on by the DJ. We try to remember the date of the chicago fire. The guy at our table hints that it was in the late 1800s. I tell alex to vote 1886. EEEAAHHHH! We're wrong, it was 1924 or something. Alex glares at the old guy who told us late 1800s. Next question is who were the french explorers who came to what would become Illinois.I tell alex Marquette and Juliet. We win a crappy cd consisting mostly of different versions of the electric slide, the chicken dance, and the cha cha slide.  Thank you Illinois Constitution Packet. 
I wander out to the front deck, and begin playing Bomberman on my GBC, hoping to attract some attention from the hot guys I saw on the deck which were the main reason for me to come on the front deck. That and that the front deck wasn't nearly as crowded as everywhere else on the boat. Instead, my playind GBC attracts the attention of seven and eight year olds. I sigh and wander back inside, see that they've layed out the desserts. I eat a brownie and a few cookies and go back outside, cranking up Disturbed to top volume. I see that the guys have moved over to the side of the ship, looking at Navy Pier. We'll be there soon. After a bit, I go there too, enjoying the veiw to the sound of Violence Fetish. The crew soon shoo us away, putting ropes on the side of the boat, and so we're all back on the front deck again. My mother comes, gets her employee to catch a few photos of me, and says to stay here, she'll bring the others to the deck and meet us there.
I see alex running off and I catch him. I scold him for a bit, and tell him he has to stay here and wait for mom. He complains about wanting his sunglasses. I put my hand on his head to steer him back to the front deck, but find that his head is drenched in sweat and pull my hand back. Hence forth Alex has a mission to get his sweat on me. 
At some point I noticed one of the hotguys was watching me. "Hello," I said cheerfully."
He smiled in response. After a bit he asked, "Is that your brother?"
"Yeah."
"I see."
And there's my most productive conversation of the day. We soon got off the boat, went into navy pier, found the imax theater.

"Ugh." I say.
"I wanna see the Ant Bully!" alex says.
"No, your mom and I already decided, we're seeing Deep Sea 3D." my step dad says.
"You and Jose can argue it out." my mom says.
"Pbbth. I don't want to see either." I say.
"Fine, alex and jose can fight it out."
"There's no fight, we're seeing Deep Sea 3D and that's final." Jose says. 
My mom buys the tickets, we begin to go into the theater. Jose starts walking off. mom calls him back, asks where he was going. He gets all defensive. we go in the theater. Argument ends with jose saying "Well I don't know why we're arguing, we're seeing the movie you wanted to see, aren't we?"
My mom then says, "No, we're here seeing the movie you insisted on seeing, then walked off."
Jose: "What? No. I asked you a few days ago, if you'd like to see deep sea, and you said that'd be great."
Mom: [coldly] "No, I said that'd be fine. You're the one that wanted this. Ask either of the kids, neither of them wanted to come see a documentery." 
At this point I used the excuse of wanting to go buy popcorn and cotten candy as an excuse to get away.
Oh, and the movie sucked, a lot, even Jose admitted it. 

And that was the company boat trip. 
No more procrastinating, I must go work on tkamb now. x_X

School starts tomorrow.

Today was my mom's company boat trip, but I'm too busy to explain it now. Tell you about it later, maybe tomorrow.
In the mean time...
http://fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2059&cat=353#
^Ring, ring, ring, Banana Phone...!
I'm working on a werewolf story. It's gonna be awesome.
Yet another link!:
http://candyaddict.com/blog/top-10-grossest-candies/
^Not exactly appetizing... #2 and #3 were worse than #1, I think...
I'm tired. I've been falling asleep at 5am lately...
More links...
http://www.pezheadsthemovie.com/clips/
^somfg! PEZZZZ!!! Yesh. I'm done. Not really.
When the server is chicago, my stats are as so:
Ping (Latency): 14ms
IP: [censored]
Download Rate: 14843kbps
Upload Rate: 361kbps
In other words:

http://beta.speedtest.net/
^Yay for random information!
Uhhh.... tired... want to play wow...
http://veryinterestingvideos.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-cool-video-of-things-played-in.html
^ Well that was vaguely amusing.
I want to buy paper mario thousand year door. I saw it in the store the other day and it was ACTUALLY 20 bucks! I was begining to think the price would never go down.
http://www.devilducky.com/media/49429/
^That game looks sweet.. o.o
Went school shopping the other day. Got new stuff.
http://www.devilducky.com/media/23810/
^That must be the oddest thing I have ever seen...


Bye. Brother wants computer. >_>

Ta da. Have fun.
crap! parents home... not supposed to be on comp... ahhhh!

(that one's slightly out of date, as is the last reguarding thursday, but oh well)


Good enough for now
oh and this... I think..
 
I havn't listened to daft pink recently.. Whaaa?

First off, I'll link you to my birthday card for Jackie, who has abbandoned her LJ so I won't bother linking it. =)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37224835/
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JACKIE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU.............

So school is creeping up on me remarkably quickly. I must read to kill a mocking bird, putting down my really really good book Dragonbones to do so. And To Kill a Mocking Bird is the lamest book. And then I have all this essay crap to do on it. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. But this is for High School... and when I think of that, I get all weird. It's as if it's just dawning on me now that I'm going into highschool. Freshman year. Hell of all Hells. But it doesn't matter! Because I'll be a highschooler! So yesh. I want to read  Dragonbones dammit, screw the mocking bird.
But I have to be all good in school, I have to get scolorships to those really good colleges, or I'll end up with the crappy ones my familly can actually afford, So I have to read this dammed book.

In other matters:
DAMN ALL CRICKETS! MAY THEY DIE A FIERY, FLAMEY DEATH! fucking crickets...
The night before last there was a cricket in my room. Not the cute little green ones. The big black ones. I was too tired, so I let it go without killing it. In the middle of the night I woke up to a 
*chirp* --pause-- *chirp* ---pause--- *squeekitychirp* --pause-- *CHIIIRP!*
I let it go and managed to get to sleep despite the annoying sounds.
The next night, last night, I'm lieing in bed, reading Dragonbones, and it's at a climatical point. I hear
*chirp* --pause-- *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* 
coming from the closet, where I'd heard it the night before. But then here's the worst part. 
*CHIRP* *CHIRP *CHIRP* *CHIRP*  *CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP*
THERE WERE TWO EFFING CRICKETS! Lousy bastard crickets. This one was coming from somewhere near by, either behind the window, behind books, or behind my bed on the ledge. Too close for comfort. It's not that I'm afraid of bugs, it's just that living in chicago for a few years makes you really, really dislike having bugs crawling on you.
So I left the room, my mom giving me advice to turn off the lights there. So I did. I walk over to the couch, preparing to read dragon bones there. What do I hear?
*chirp* --pause-- *chirp* *chirp* --pause--*chirp* *chirp* 
My mom at the computer laughs. I am driven insane by this point. I begin to talk to myself quietly.
"Effing crickets. With their damned chirpity chirping. What a taaalkative bunch you two are! Having all the fun in the world, right? You're throwing a party, aren't you? A rave, right? The light that shows the mac is still turned on that blinks in and out are your party lights, aren't they? Demons from hell! Ohhhhh, I can hear what you're saying alright.
'Haha, it's totally the awesomest fun to annoy that human!'
'Oh yeah! Did you see how we drove her out of the room, she was so pissed?'
'Rofl.'
'Watchout, you'll break a leg rolling around like that.'
'Oh yeah, wouldn't want to ruin this perfect annoyance tool! But I wasn't able to see her leave from over here by my perch in the closet/desk area.'
'Oh, I was. From my perch over here RIGHT by her bed.'
'Lol, you should jump out on her arm when she wakes up in the morning like how our good friend Murphy the ant did a few years ago.'
'Like zomfg, that's a great idea! I totally will! Remember the look of horror on her face when she saw Murphy? Priceless!'
"Uh-huh! And this will be ten times worse because you're BIGGER than Murphy!'
'Yeah! Hey, let's dance to the light of Big White Block of Doom on the desk over there.We can invite the ants!'
'It'll be a rave'
'w00t, techno!'
'Too bad Murphy isn't alive still. He'd love to see this.'
'Yeah. GET YOUR GROOVE ON!'
'Erm, yeah.... I'm just going to play along with the music, rather than dance, k?'
'What music?'
'THE IMAGINARY ONE IN MY HEAD!'
'Oh, ok! Awesomeness!'
It's a good thing my mom had her headphones on and couldn't hear me. Or she might have sent me back to Tracy-The-Shrink. I read Dragonbones until midnight when my mom turned all the lights off and the computer and warned me that if she noticed I had gone on the computer at night I'd be grounded. At this point the demons from hell had grown tired of dancing and collapsed asleep.

I think I'm gonna have to call the best exterminater known to man. I just have to find a spider first..