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Kitsune no Tora
Playing: Jak and Daxter, Guitar Hero
Wants: School to be over, sleep
Body: OVERHEATING ARGH WHY IS IT SO HOT
Writing: My RF2 yaoi longfic and a little oneshot that popped into my head.... if only I could get motivated and inspired enough to work on them seriously.
Should be doing: Researching my paper and studing for my test
Playing: Jak and Daxter, Guitar Hero
Wants: School to be over, sleep
Body: OVERHEATING ARGH WHY IS IT SO HOT
Writing: My RF2 yaoi longfic and a little oneshot that popped into my head.... if only I could get motivated and inspired enough to work on them seriously.
Should be doing: Researching my paper and studing for my test
Kitsune no Tora is feeling: overwhelmed, tired
Uwoooooh. Yeah. Didn't I say a few blogs back that I wouldn't leave this alone for so long again?
And it has been what, a month since I last touched this? ^^;;;
BAD LISA D8
So... updates, updates.... I had a blank blog just sitting here saved from back in mid-May, so I would assume that that blog was to talk about our new pets. My mom was really missing Jasper after he got squashed, so she had been looking around for shelters to get a new cat or a dog. After that was unsuccessful (the only shelter we could find was a good hour away by car) she turned to the paper. Somewhere around the 17th she found an ad for standard poodle puppies.
We ended up getting a black one, he was about 4 months at the time. His name is Barney, short for Bernard. I went with her to go get him. They were being bred by this little old lady, so they were largely unsocialized and very. VERY. stinky. AND NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE IS STILL NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE CANNOT COMPREHEND THAT THE HOUSE IS NOT A TOILET.
And poodles are supposed to be smart...
Anyway, when he got him, of course the news went straight to the forum. Taylor was uber excited, rofl. XD I asked them for name ideas, because none that we came up with we liked. Taylor insisted on Morgan Freeman (ROFLLL), and thus that became his forum name. I told my mom and sister and they looked at me strange and shot it down immediately. XD In the end it was my mom's decision to name him Barney. I hate it, but he is HER dog. I don't like him much anyway. He's stinky and slobbery and messy. And pees on the carpet. Ick. Amusingly, he's afraid of Pat, my mom'sdrunkard boyfriend. I guess maybe he had some bad experiences with grown men as a puppy? He's slightly scared of Joey, my brother, but not as much as Pat. And he's around him more than he is any of us, sans Mom... W/e.
The next day after we got Barney, my mom saw another ad, this time for Ragdoll kittens. She has wanted one of THOSE for like, forever, ever since Jasper died. So of course she jumped on the ad. He was $400. FOUR. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. For a fuzzy little animal weighing a little over a pound. How fucking ridiculous is that? But my mom insisted on it, and my brother and sister really wanted him too. The three of us (my sister, brother and I) split most of it, and my mom paid for the rest and the cat littler/food. I didn't want to spend that much on an animal when we could get a perfectly good cat at some shelter for a quarter of that amount, but they eventually guilted me into it. Taylor helped their points too. :/ She freaked over the cat, rofl. XDD She kept telling me to get it, and I eventually just gave in and forked over my money. ;__;
I wanted to go when they went to get the cat, but my mom flat our refused to let me go and took my sister with her. That was sooooo annoying. I was the one that didn't want to get it, at least let me know that my money will be spent getting one that I want! I asked for one with a black nose and blue eyes, if they had one. BECAUSE THOSE ARE SO ADORABLE EEEE 8DD
Apparently all the ones with that coloring were scratchy and clingy. So the one they got is only one color, and one akin to what natural sugar looks like: Almost cream colored, but slightly brown. Kinda like khaki, but lighter. He's cute and all.
Of course, I mentioned this to the forum. Mima got all excited, and when I asked them all for name ideas, she came up with Fubacu. ROFL. Apparently it's short for "fuzzy ball of cute," and he is henceforth known as Fubacu on the forum.
Again, that was shot down immediately, no surprise there. My sister went on this cat names website to look for names, and discovered "Edward Scissorpaws." HOW FUCKING EPIC IS THAT. XDDD I demanded that be his name, but everyone refused. ;_; We were so bad at coming up with names that my mom just ended up calling him "Squirt," and it stuck. I don't mind it, and it does fit him, but I don't like it much.
He's cute and cuddly and soft, but he's such a BITCH when he's hyper. He attacks everything that moves, tries to demolish my skin (he likes to bite and scratch your hands when he's hyper) and my laptop cords, and gets into everything. DX I like him better than the dog, though, at least he has some good points. XDD
.....ROFLLLLLLL. I just looked up at the tags bar. One of the suggested tags are "fucking gay mom." HOW FUCKING HILARIOUS IS THAT? XDDDDD *is dying with laughter* And where did I mention anything being gay?
Umm... what else did I have to say....
School is a bitch... I have a big trig test I'm NOT READY FOR AT ALL tomorrow morning, and a paper due Thursday for Humanities that I have no idea at all how to even begin researching, which I was supposed to have started about a month ago. And it's 1/3 of my grade. Yeah.............. not good.
At least school will be out in two weeks. Stupid summer classes. Never doing that again. You have to cover and learn the same amount of material as a 15 week class in 7.5 weeks. NEVER AGAIN. TOO MUCH PRESSURE AND WORK FOR THE SUMMER.
I need a new job though. Since I won't have any classes for the Summer II term, I lose my work-study job then. So I have two weeks to come up with a new job. There's the Burger King a few miles away, but I dunno if I want to work there... but I guess it's better than nothing. A lot of my friends have been having trouble getting jobs. Some didn't get any at all. I'm really worried. My car is out of gas and I'm losing my paycheck. DX
...Oh yeah, I got my car since the last time I posted. It was my uncle's, but he got a new one and said I could have his old one.
I spent the entire day after I got it cleaning it. It STANK SO BAD. UGH. Like old fast food and cigarettes. Now it smells like Febreze and Lysol, rofl. XD It's an old rusted out blue '97 Chevrolet Venture. IT COSTS SO MUCH FOR GAS, THE STUPID THING. I don't need a freaking minivan, I'm the only one in it 99% of the time. I just filled it up halfway about two weeks ago, and I only drive about a mile and a half to school and back maybe 6 times a week. AND IT'S ALMOST EMPTY AGAIN. Stupid thing. :P Gas is too expensive and I don't have a good enough paycheck for it.
But it's a car, and it runs (albeit probably not for very long, it has over 250,000 miles on it), so that's good enough for me, I guess. It still needs a name, though. I wonder what I should name it...
Uwoh, it's like almost 1:00 am. DX I need to study some and go to bed, I have class at 9:30. Further updates soon, hopefully? I know I had more to say, but I really don't remember what it was at the moment. XD;;
Goodnight, digital abyss.
Uwoooooh. Yeah. Didn't I say a few blogs back that I wouldn't leave this alone for so long again?
And it has been what, a month since I last touched this? ^^;;;
BAD LISA D8
So... updates, updates.... I had a blank blog just sitting here saved from back in mid-May, so I would assume that that blog was to talk about our new pets. My mom was really missing Jasper after he got squashed, so she had been looking around for shelters to get a new cat or a dog. After that was unsuccessful (the only shelter we could find was a good hour away by car) she turned to the paper. Somewhere around the 17th she found an ad for standard poodle puppies.
We ended up getting a black one, he was about 4 months at the time. His name is Barney, short for Bernard. I went with her to go get him. They were being bred by this little old lady, so they were largely unsocialized and very. VERY. stinky. AND NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE IS STILL NOT HOUSETRAINED. HE CANNOT COMPREHEND THAT THE HOUSE IS NOT A TOILET.
And poodles are supposed to be smart...
Anyway, when he got him, of course the news went straight to the forum. Taylor was uber excited, rofl. XD I asked them for name ideas, because none that we came up with we liked. Taylor insisted on Morgan Freeman (ROFLLL), and thus that became his forum name. I told my mom and sister and they looked at me strange and shot it down immediately. XD In the end it was my mom's decision to name him Barney. I hate it, but he is HER dog. I don't like him much anyway. He's stinky and slobbery and messy. And pees on the carpet. Ick. Amusingly, he's afraid of Pat, my mom's
The next day after we got Barney, my mom saw another ad, this time for Ragdoll kittens. She has wanted one of THOSE for like, forever, ever since Jasper died. So of course she jumped on the ad. He was $400. FOUR. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. For a fuzzy little animal weighing a little over a pound. How fucking ridiculous is that? But my mom insisted on it, and my brother and sister really wanted him too. The three of us (my sister, brother and I) split most of it, and my mom paid for the rest and the cat littler/food. I didn't want to spend that much on an animal when we could get a perfectly good cat at some shelter for a quarter of that amount, but they eventually guilted me into it. Taylor helped their points too. :/ She freaked over the cat, rofl. XDD She kept telling me to get it, and I eventually just gave in and forked over my money. ;__;
I wanted to go when they went to get the cat, but my mom flat our refused to let me go and took my sister with her. That was sooooo annoying. I was the one that didn't want to get it, at least let me know that my money will be spent getting one that I want! I asked for one with a black nose and blue eyes, if they had one. BECAUSE THOSE ARE SO ADORABLE EEEE 8DD
Apparently all the ones with that coloring were scratchy and clingy. So the one they got is only one color, and one akin to what natural sugar looks like: Almost cream colored, but slightly brown. Kinda like khaki, but lighter. He's cute and all.
Of course, I mentioned this to the forum. Mima got all excited, and when I asked them all for name ideas, she came up with Fubacu. ROFL. Apparently it's short for "fuzzy ball of cute," and he is henceforth known as Fubacu on the forum.
Again, that was shot down immediately, no surprise there. My sister went on this cat names website to look for names, and discovered "Edward Scissorpaws." HOW FUCKING EPIC IS THAT. XDDD I demanded that be his name, but everyone refused. ;_; We were so bad at coming up with names that my mom just ended up calling him "Squirt," and it stuck. I don't mind it, and it does fit him, but I don't like it much.
He's cute and cuddly and soft, but he's such a BITCH when he's hyper. He attacks everything that moves, tries to demolish my skin (he likes to bite and scratch your hands when he's hyper) and my laptop cords, and gets into everything. DX I like him better than the dog, though, at least he has some good points. XDD
.....ROFLLLLLLL. I just looked up at the tags bar. One of the suggested tags are "fucking gay mom." HOW FUCKING HILARIOUS IS THAT? XDDDDD *is dying with laughter* And where did I mention anything being gay?
Umm... what else did I have to say....
School is a bitch... I have a big trig test I'm NOT READY FOR AT ALL tomorrow morning, and a paper due Thursday for Humanities that I have no idea at all how to even begin researching, which I was supposed to have started about a month ago. And it's 1/3 of my grade. Yeah.............. not good.
At least school will be out in two weeks. Stupid summer classes. Never doing that again. You have to cover and learn the same amount of material as a 15 week class in 7.5 weeks. NEVER AGAIN. TOO MUCH PRESSURE AND WORK FOR THE SUMMER.
I need a new job though. Since I won't have any classes for the Summer II term, I lose my work-study job then. So I have two weeks to come up with a new job. There's the Burger King a few miles away, but I dunno if I want to work there... but I guess it's better than nothing. A lot of my friends have been having trouble getting jobs. Some didn't get any at all. I'm really worried. My car is out of gas and I'm losing my paycheck. DX
...Oh yeah, I got my car since the last time I posted. It was my uncle's, but he got a new one and said I could have his old one.
I spent the entire day after I got it cleaning it. It STANK SO BAD. UGH. Like old fast food and cigarettes. Now it smells like Febreze and Lysol, rofl. XD It's an old rusted out blue '97 Chevrolet Venture. IT COSTS SO MUCH FOR GAS, THE STUPID THING. I don't need a freaking minivan, I'm the only one in it 99% of the time. I just filled it up halfway about two weeks ago, and I only drive about a mile and a half to school and back maybe 6 times a week. AND IT'S ALMOST EMPTY AGAIN. Stupid thing. :P Gas is too expensive and I don't have a good enough paycheck for it.
But it's a car, and it runs (albeit probably not for very long, it has over 250,000 miles on it), so that's good enough for me, I guess. It still needs a name, though. I wonder what I should name it...
Uwoh, it's like almost 1:00 am. DX I need to study some and go to bed, I have class at 9:30. Further updates soon, hopefully? I know I had more to say, but I really don't remember what it was at the moment. XD;;
Goodnight, digital abyss.
Badass Of The Week - Elliot Smith
Elliot Smith - Elliot Smith is to indie music as Joan de Arc is to the Catholic culture: A saint. Born in Omaha, Nebraska, grew up in Texas, but lived in Portland, Oregon for most of his life, he gained popularity with his rock band Heatmiser before beginning his solo career in 1994. As a solo artist, he was mostly well-known for his guitar playing skills, but he was also rather adept at bass, clarinet, drums, harmonica, and the piano. He was also well known for using multi-tracking to to harmonize with himself. Now that you have the background information as to who he is, time for me to tell you just why this guy is such a badass.
Besides being known as one of the men to 'single-handedly' redefine the singer / songwriter genre, he has influenced artists such as Regina Spektor and Cat Power. He released five amazing albums while he was alive with labels such as Kill Rock Stars and DreamWorks. His self-titled album is my personal favorite out of the five with a single like "Needle In The Hay" that is an excellent example of who he was as a person. But in my opinion, the crowning achievement of this incredible man's career was the album that was posthumously released, "From A Basement On The Hill". This entire album is packed with music that I can't stop listening to. During his life, Smith battled with depression, alcoholism, and even ADHD, and his lyrics really show that more than ever on this album, his voice taking new heights and such a sensitive personal side that he's just too amazing to ignore. Tracks like "Memory Lane" and "A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free" are lyrical genius and makes you want to lay in the grass on a warm sunny day and watch the clouds go by, picking out shapes here and there with the sweet taste of fruit in your mouth.
Now, besides being a pillar in the baroque pop genre, why is Elliot Smith truly such a badass? On October 21, 2003, Elliot Smith was living with his girlfriend Jennifer Chiba. They began to argue as happens with couples from time to time, and Chiba locked herself in the bathroom. Suddenly she heard a scream, and she opened the bathroom door to find Smith standing with a kitchen knife in his chest (!). She pulled the knife out of his chest, resulting in him collapsing and her calling 911. Smith made it to the hospital, but he passed away at 1:36 PM at age 34.
Okay, now let's step away from the facts and look at this. You're the epitome of an indie rock God, you live with your girlfriend, you get in an argument and she locks herself in the bathroom. You feel like killing yourself, and have plenty of antidepressants and ADHD medications and access to who knows how many drugs in order to do the deed. But no, no pills for you; no overdosing. You could slit your wrists, but that takes such a long time and isn't always guaranteed and more looks like a cry for help than an actual attempt at suicide. So what do you do? STAB YOURSELF IN THE CHEST.
Now, the official autopsy report that was released a couple months later in December wasn't entirely conclusive, therefore leaving open the possibility of homicide; but none of the authorities seem to be investigating this further, leaving it at the general conclusion of suicide. Also, a possible suicide note was found written on a Post-it note reading, "I'm so sorry--love, Elliot. God forgive me." What the coroner's report did reveal was that there were no traces in his system of illegal substances or alcohol at the time of death. In other words, not only did he stab himself--he did it stone-cold sober.
If that doesn't scream 'Epic Rock & Roll Badass' I don't know what does.
Rest In Peace Elliot Smith.
Besides being known as one of the men to 'single-handedly' redefine the singer / songwriter genre, he has influenced artists such as Regina Spektor and Cat Power. He released five amazing albums while he was alive with labels such as Kill Rock Stars and DreamWorks. His self-titled album is my personal favorite out of the five with a single like "Needle In The Hay" that is an excellent example of who he was as a person. But in my opinion, the crowning achievement of this incredible man's career was the album that was posthumously released, "From A Basement On The Hill". This entire album is packed with music that I can't stop listening to. During his life, Smith battled with depression, alcoholism, and even ADHD, and his lyrics really show that more than ever on this album, his voice taking new heights and such a sensitive personal side that he's just too amazing to ignore. Tracks like "Memory Lane" and "A Distorted Reality Is Now A Necessity To Be Free" are lyrical genius and makes you want to lay in the grass on a warm sunny day and watch the clouds go by, picking out shapes here and there with the sweet taste of fruit in your mouth.
Now, besides being a pillar in the baroque pop genre, why is Elliot Smith truly such a badass? On October 21, 2003, Elliot Smith was living with his girlfriend Jennifer Chiba. They began to argue as happens with couples from time to time, and Chiba locked herself in the bathroom. Suddenly she heard a scream, and she opened the bathroom door to find Smith standing with a kitchen knife in his chest (!). She pulled the knife out of his chest, resulting in him collapsing and her calling 911. Smith made it to the hospital, but he passed away at 1:36 PM at age 34.
Okay, now let's step away from the facts and look at this. You're the epitome of an indie rock God, you live with your girlfriend, you get in an argument and she locks herself in the bathroom. You feel like killing yourself, and have plenty of antidepressants and ADHD medications and access to who knows how many drugs in order to do the deed. But no, no pills for you; no overdosing. You could slit your wrists, but that takes such a long time and isn't always guaranteed and more looks like a cry for help than an actual attempt at suicide. So what do you do? STAB YOURSELF IN THE CHEST.
Now, the official autopsy report that was released a couple months later in December wasn't entirely conclusive, therefore leaving open the possibility of homicide; but none of the authorities seem to be investigating this further, leaving it at the general conclusion of suicide. Also, a possible suicide note was found written on a Post-it note reading, "I'm so sorry--love, Elliot. God forgive me." What the coroner's report did reveal was that there were no traces in his system of illegal substances or alcohol at the time of death. In other words, not only did he stab himself--he did it stone-cold sober.
If that doesn't scream 'Epic Rock & Roll Badass' I don't know what does.
Rest In Peace Elliot Smith.
Is everybody happy? You bet your life we are! dududa dedede dududa de de de dede
Ha ha! and once again I return from the vast eons of uncharted places! (ok, so it may have been chartered, but I didn't have a map)
Been Busy travelling all over.. from hawksnest (how the hell we ended up there, I've yet to ascertain... blame JT and Ayden) and lithgoe and winsor and gerringong and kiama and Mt Kira and Woolengong(sp?) and somewhere in sydney and back...
Venture was great, Roverscope rocked.. haha! I now have a photo of Cam (i.e. him whom swore he would rather be dead than wear a new uniform) in the selfsame garment.
CircusMoot was lots of fun.. Missed a fair amount of it though due to travelling and sleep.. but it was definately worth it! Mark came down, he's looking at joining our crew, and he's a ball of fun.
There were lots of giant beetles (that bite!) and leeches (i didn't end up taking any home, yet again! Cam has threatened to burn any that I take home.. he's so no fun :( but i'm negotiating a sort of aquarium thing to keep them in, so they don't crawl around and bite him) Lots of jumping in the pool and volleyball in the pool with a giant (about 2mx2m) goon bag.
Manda's going away to melbourne, break a leg hon!
so much to say, so little time to say it.
Life is grande.
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