♪: bob seger - still the same

My cat jumped into my lap then went between me and the chair's arm. Not only that, he pushed his head between the small crack before me and the back of the chair. So, now he's sleeping behind me.
That bastard.

Okay, so I had this 'nightmare' last night and it made me pop open my eyes and want to cry, haha. It was scary as shit. The second dream was gross, and I don't want to remember it, so I'm not. Like I said to Cricket, it makes me want to chug Listerine.

First, "and last", dream:
Me and my friends had found a haunted house. It was down this long driveway and only one house beside it, which never had a car, so we just assumed no one lived there. While we were getting high (man, that's sad) in there, nothing happened.
Then, I went alone one night and saw the front door closed one me and then this girl was standing down the hallway. I paused, blinked, but she was gone. So I wrote it off as nothing and left, still a little irked.
The next time, I went to this closet with a ladder in it. Beside it was a pantry of some sort... to the side, on the opposing wall, were the patio doors. Something rustled and I looked out the patio doors. When I turned back to the pantry, there was this girl smiling at me, hands behind her back. I couldn't scream, but I ran out into the yard, heaving.
The next time I went in, The hallway ghost was waiting on me, and the pantry ghost was there. The ladder was moved and moved again back in its place. I screamed, hurrying out the front door before it closed, again.
I went to a friend's house after that, which had basically the same layout of the haunted house. I was telling this guy about it when my closet doors slammed shut, the lights flickered.
I popped open my eyes, and well.
What amazed me is how that scared me, but other gory dreams I've had don't phase me at all. Not being able to see my enemy scares the shit out of me. DON'T GET ANY BRIGHT IDEAS.
The haunted house had a cool layout, though.
When you walk in, the entry way is just big enough for two people, then it slants off to your right... You walk down that for three, two steps and it straightens out into the living room for about three steps. The living room is huge and splits between itself and the kitchen. The kitchen is to the far left and the patio doors are on the far right, beside the pantry. The closet beside the pantry was at the end of the wall, which cut off to the hallway, where there were four doors on both sides and one at the end, I guess the master bedroom.

Why do I tell you all this?
I like the layout.

Yoplait, it's just peed in a public pool good.

Now I have to go run :)

♪: lady gaga - love game

I just finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream.
HOLY SHIT, what a book.
I'm jealous really.
I love the conversations (dialogue, for OCD-HAVETOUSECORRECTERMS people). They're so dryly hilarious? Just so quick and the point that anyone would have a conversation remotely like they have so casually is beyond me.

"As your attorney, I advise you..." will be my new quote for some time.

My favourite part, and stop me if I'm wrong, was the part after they had dropped Lucy off and she called... The attorney talked to her and everything that followed after that... I don't want to ruin it for the public because, well, I like for everyone to be un-ex-pec-tant.

Yeahhhhhh.

♪: plain what t's - hey there delilah

NEVER, and I mean NEVER, EAT TACOS AND THEN DECIDE TO RIDE EVERY NAUSEATING RIDE IN THE FAIR ON LATE-AFTERNOON HEAT. It's one of those life-lessons that will stick with me probably for the rest of my life.
I apologize, Cricket, again. Profusely.
I didn't vomit, but I was so close. My body was getting weak and shaky.
The ride that did me in was The Zipper. UGUHGUHGUHGUHG.
Oh, btw, why we were in line, a friend on the couple in front of us inconspicuously leaned over the railing and said to the couple, "Man, I am so fucking high right now."
Hahahahahaha.
Then the couple glanced to us, me and Cricket were laughing.
NOT TRYING TO SOUND RACIEST, but every hispanic who was the 'manager' of the ride I was going on corrected me. Every ride with white people didn't care, but every Hispanic kept correcting me, "Don't touch that!" "This is how you buckle!" "Don't open the gate, although you're standing still and looking bored so you have to touch something!" "Stand up more even though it's slippery and you can't get ahold of anything!"
FUCK ME IN THE ASSHOLE, ACKKK.
I ate two chewable tablets of Pepto and one tablespoon of Max Strength Pepto. THEN I felt better enough to "color."

Ichi's Corner

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She's eating a burger on her cliff, hahahha. That's a McDonald's in the background :)
The people in the background are like, "SHE HAS OUR BURGER!"
"WHY DID YOU LET HER TAKE IT?!"
Little boy in water says, "SHE'S POWERFUL, BITCH."

Cricket's Room

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What IIIII got from this was there are little men carrying the monkey... behind him is the fort of their fortress? Personally, it reminds me of Ewoks, haha.

God, I love Fight Club. All of Chuck Palahniuk's genius went to that book.
And the movie didn't undermine the book at all.

I can't remember any of our quotes :( I do remember watching the Lucy Liu robot episode of Futurama. Ack, that show is better under the influence.

ps - MOLLY!!

♪: kelly clarkson - my life would suck without you

I should have wrote this entry two days ago, on the 25/6. Silly me, I'm lazy.

So, Cricket's sister-in-law had a b-day party for her 21st. Her and her family were drinking. They were annoyingly funny. Danny calling Jonny, fat, but not regular fat, he's fat. Danny turning to Jackie and asking, "Do you know the T-virus?"
OR
Me risking my life to go out and get Cricket's chair from the kitchen where we played monopoly. Danny turned around once I was bending down to get the chair. He asked me something, but I don't like talking to drunk people so I just lifted my head, smiled, grabbed the chair and started to back up. Danny and Cricket laughed.
I love monopoly. I had strategy.

They found a certain plant in Cricket's yard.
How fucking insane is that?

The List (revisited!) - New locations added in italics.
Western Kentucky University
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot, swings, and gazebo on golf course)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
The bridge on the bypass

Saw an old "friend" at Denny's. She was so nervous it was almost cute. ALMOST.
We colored the kids' menus anddddd ate. YEAHHH.

Not only did we color the kids' menus, but we colored pictures in Cricket's room. It didn't seem like we colored two pictures in a row, but it happened:

Ichi's Corner

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the 'TO BE CONTINUED' picture from a couple, last entry/ies ago? Yeah. :D I drew scales.


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YABBA-DABBA-DOO.
I think that's all I needed to say.

Cricket's Room

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It's EXACTLY what you think.


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I was watching her make the monsters on top of the page. And, it was pretty funny.

What else, what else...
I have a new golfball to my collection. Wooplah.

ps - me and kyle, Cricket, had a 100 e-mails put together for the entire night I was with you. Hahahahaha. Seemed like 17.

♪: journey - lovin' touchin' squeezin'

Sometimes, if you stare at a person long enough, they'll wave.
I got three.

I hate wearing glasses so bad.
HATE IT.
LOATHE IT.
Want to gut them out and wear their innards as a necklace.
That's a quote off something, right?

*goes up the man at the register instead of the high schooler. He's ringing up my stuff when I'm standing there in thought and the girl steps up, doing this aggravated, comical sigh. She steps back beside the man and repeats that sigh. THEN, she glances at me and starts to laugh. She stops, and laughs that laugh that says 'ohhhhh, it's fake, but i need to laugh to show my point.'*
Man - What's wrong with you?
Her - Nothing.
Man - Okay.
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
*I look behind my shoulder and nothing, when I come around, she's telling the man she was directing that question at me*
Me - *gives weird expression*
Her - Would you like to stay with us?
Me - What, where?
Her - Uh, would you like to stay with us?
Me - *gives weird expression once more* I don't understand what you're saying.
Her - Ugh, nothing. I was just making fun of you.
So, I'm thinking maybe when I was thinking, I looked angry? I had wild hair because I didn't bother to fix it.
OR she heard something about me that was obviously something I had no idea of.
IT'S DRIVING ME MAD BECAUSE I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWW.
I WANNA KNOWWWWW.

Btw, my driving has scared five people.
My sister.
Jonelle.
Cricket.
Kyle.
And Sean.
I think it's because I like speeding. Not just because I'm in a rush, I just love going 70 and wondering if anything in the next second will stop me.
Hahahahaha.
I wanted to be a stunt car driver for a year in my life.
I wanted to vroom motorcycles, but MOOOOM. My dad would let me, haha.

I had two nightmares last night.
TWO IN A ROW.
And they both had to deal with each other.

ALRIGHT, READY?
I was in this sort of halfway house meant for young adults who needed a fresh start to live. Inside, were all these room that had the same feel has the rooms of that guy from Silence of the Lambs. Dark, dank and small.
Billy had lead me through all the rooms, showing me that way and which. Then we had headed outside where these shape-shifters are there were three of them - brothers.
He introduced us and I thought they were a bit, you know, weird and crazy. They had white shirts, jeans and boots. Regular country teens you find stomping on their grounds. Billy and I went back in the house, the followed.
In the bedroom, they started to shift into snakes. Their arms retracted into their sides, their head grew longer and their legs morphed together. They were these huge serpents and taller than us.
Billy hid or changed, in the confusion I didn't know. One bit another, it wailed, the second serpent bit it lower and it withered to the ground. They were human again in a flash. They looked at their dead brother saying, "I thought it was Billy."
They found Billy behind the bed. They killed him and I ran, trying to get to my car. One ran after me as the other one slashed Billy to pieces.
My car was only two feet away when that man was there. He had a gun and a grenade (I know, right?). He tried to shoot me, but I kept getting behind the house, a tree, anything. In the dream, I could literally feel how scared I was, how my knees were weak, how my heart hurt too much trying to pump blood in my body.
ETC.
It was by PURE luck I reached my car and a little distraction from the mother of the house. I locked my doors and started for the road.
I woke up.
Immediately after using the restroom and letting my cat in to sleep with me, I went back to bed.
I was 30 miles away, that being the scariest fucking thing since sliced bread. The narrator even said, "And, thirty miles away, she feels she can finally live in piece."
Maybe it was one of the brothers, who knows.
They found me in my house, as they turned back into serpents. I ran, them catching my daughter and someone else, a friend. I heard their screams as I tried to go for my car again, to try and find a weapon of my own. Outside, there were people running this way and that, trying to help me get to my car. They were telling me, as it was happening, as they were shielding me and looking over their shoulders, to their sides, that, "Normally, a person would be dead. You're lucky. They like you."
By our feet, a grenade. I picked it up and threw it to the side.
My friend, realizing it wasn't far enough, kicked it and continued to follow it. I cried for her, haha.
When I reached my car, the last brother was there.
He smiled, tapping my car window.
There were words spoken, but I don't remember them.
At the end, he tried to turn into his form, but only, in mid formation, I grabbed the matter that was him and stuffed it into this well. I grabbed and grabbed and kept stuffing into the well. It gurgled, but nothing more.
In haste, I picked up the stick and started to mash him through, to get him to stop coming back.
The water turned purple and it kept rising thick.
As I was mashing again and again, this poke happened on my left shoulder.
In my dream, I snapped my head over my shoulder.
I woke up.
It turns out, my cat's paws were kneeing my shoulder, haha. My left one.

♪: gangs of new york

"I'm going to teach you how to speak English with this fucking knife!"
I will more than likely be quoting that line for about a week or more.

FINALLYYYYY watched Gangs of New York. It was 'the spur of the moment decision.'

I LOVEDDD ITTT.

Why don't my friends make me watch awesome movies like these? Yes, I know, I know I'm a hard person to get to sit down and watch a movie in one go, one sitting, but damn! I WANT TO WATCH MORE MOVIES LIKE THESE.
Ah, Bill Cutting.
A character I loved and sad to see go. That man. Whoo. I realllllly enjoyed him. I enjoyed seeing him losing it as he realized that that boy was bringing down what he made for himself.
Cameron Diaz threw me off... Anyone else? I was kind of insulted, but she was good, more or less.

AHHHH.

♪: l'arc-en-ciel - dive to blue

I geeked at that hair a couple of minutes. Just looking at it made me laugh. I like it, just doesn't fit with Cricket, hahahahahaha.

We had bought, earlier that day, 120 DIFFERENT colors by Crayola crayons.

ICHI'S CORNER

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Oh, those things on them... Tattoos. I figured tribal tattoos would suit them because I know they can't really be mechanically inclined.


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WOOOOO HOOOOO. "And I shake my little toosh on the catwalk." I originally pictured him being the gay poster kid and then I had that song in my head and, well, look at it. What cracks me up is the audience. YES I MESSED UP, but look at their faces, hahahahaha.

CRICKET'S ROOM

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Let me explain this picture with what I remember. The guy, first off, looks like he's trying to be sexy to every colorer out there. In the background are aliens and they had turned that poor, gay, Santa's Helper (elf) into a zombie... (See the bite marks?) I wanted to make-out with her after she had made that picture up, hahah. The little guys in the background are aliens.


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This one, I think that guy is a ghost and the ship is burning down. The mermaid is the oil turning into her. I think the little guys are demons or something (hahaha). The red is fire, since, the ship is burning. Which, I know you'd be thankful for it burning on WATER, but it's a lose-lose situation.
ESPECIALLY with that oil-woman waiting for you.

FUN THINGS THAT HAPPENED THAT I CAN'T RIGHTFULLY REMEMBER
- Cricket hates dogs. WE SHOULD ALL TERRORIZE HER AND BURN HER HOUSE DOWN.
- If we, me and Cricket, ever live together - it's prank City.
Me - Yeah, you'll probably change the locks and not give me the new key. "DAMMIT CRICKET, FINE, I'LL GO PEE IN YOUR ROOM." And you'll be inside the bathroom bouncing the key off the toilet so I can hear it.
- Would people fake death as much in a zombie apocalypse? Would they really take that chance?
- Cricket wouldn't take her niece and nephew with her if there's a zombie apocalypse happening. She'd slip out of the house.
Cricket - Well, if it's not an INCONVENIENCE, yeah, maybe.

I FORGOT EVERYTHING ELSE, AHHHHHHHHH.


TO BE CONTINUED.....

♪: chris de burgh - the lady in red

Thank the Lord my awesome hair moment did not go to waste as it normally does. I actually fixed my hair (down) kickin' it with Kyle. Cricket, you have the trophy of familiarity, so me trying to impress you has disappeared. I did not fix my hair straight, just some hippy style, shaggy, everywhere hair. It smells nice. It's not fabulously hippie as I would like, you know, name-brand and all that jazz, it's kind of the knock off. Uh, i.e., Coca Cola = name-brand, Sam's Cola = Off-brand.
My hair is the Sam's Cola.

Work wasn't that bad today. Actually, it was pretty hilarious.
Until Randy made a comment and ruined the whole jolly mood in less than five seconds. HE. IS. SO. ANNOYING.
JD is a guy who was brought up in the slums. His family is so redneck, they are the epiphany. They are the holy vision of what rednecks should be. Drink is their drug and mouthwash type of Redneck.
He turns to me one day and says, "You know the other day when I mentioned Robert Frost? I really meant Faulkner. I really like Faulkner.
"Really? FaulKNER. And Robert Frost?"
"Yeah, whatever you say his name, they're really good. I like reading them."
"I don't believe you for one second."
"What? Not even if I said E. Commings?"
After a slight pause, SHOCKED that he even knew that name, replied, "No. Not in the least."
So, later on, after he keeps raving about it and I still stand on my beliefs about what he OBVIOUSLY DOES NOT READ, he says, "Ask Kenny (the carpenter), he'll believe me. Plus, he's redneck. He owns a truck with a few shotguns in the back..."
I interject, "...Yeah and Faulkner, and Frost."
"And some playboys."
Inject two seconds of awkward silence.
I continue, "Geez, just ruin my joke with something nasty."
He's cool, I'm actually just smiling when I say it all, I'm not just saying it to start something.
And since then he has been relentlessly complimenting me on my smarts, wittiness, and how hilarious funny I am because I am honest ALL THE TIME.
Which, he's right on the money. I am very blunt and always give my opinion; if I don't believe you, I'll tell you, haha.
Like, CW CLAIMS, and Kyle supposedly saw, SHROOMS in some vile.
CW CLAIMS he got them from a research facility.
Yeah, fucking, right.

At Kyle's apartment, I got to play Call of Duty: World at War. Not the actual army part, but the game where they have NAZI FUCKING ZOMBIES.
I nearly wet my pants in excitement.
Just a game where you can shoot an endless parade of the undead, piling bodies. You can stand on the bodies, watch their head explode, their limbs littering the floor and have a LASER GUN. I spent an hour on that game. AN HOUR. Got to level 26 and Kyle did the cheat 'kill all' thinking it'd just do the zombies.
EVERYTHING died. Including me.
Haha.
(I made it to level 26 on cheats and cheats alone. I'm quite horrible at playing video games in general. Although I love them.)

Before I started killing more than the population of Germany, we were at Ichiban's. ANDDD hahaha, toward the end this obviously inebriated woman and her boyfriend sat beside me. To my immediate right. (We're at the bar.) I could smell her delightful perfume. I was about to tell her before they started to order their drinks. So, I then turn to Kyle and just told him the comment. She heard me and thought I was making a comment about her alcohol stench.
I said no, "You smell quite the awesome."
And so, that started an entire conversation of perfume.
And then she asked us what we had, I said the vegetable special.
Kyle replied the spicy chicken ball.
So then the couple told us they were celebrating their engagement and how much they loveddd spicy food.
Did you know she took a bite of this hot, hot, hot dipping salsa and didn't know just how hot it was. "So, I'm begging for water and no one is understanding me. So, I'm running and I'm running searching for this water. Nothing. I'm sprinting, I'm sprinting."
I then ended their interest in us by saying, "Well, got to go kill some zombies. Have a happy engagement :)"

Kyle and me also discussed what to do during a zombie apocalypse. He has put a TON of thought into it.
Like, uh, he would hold fort in the woods and gather supplies for a water purification system, hahahahahahahaha.
A
WATER
PURIFICATION
SYSTEM.
Who in the heck thinks about that?
Ah, I love that boy.
(Not more than I love you, Cricket. You're my top bunk, the dumpling in my soup.)
Kyle loves zombies almost more than I do. An unknown trait and we've known each other for about 8-years. WOOOOOOW, I know.

♪: ratism - Rien qu'un reve

My face is the 4-minute reaction to the video below.
WATCH AT YOUR DISCRETION.




And I thought my job was demeaning.

♪: ガゼット - A MOTH UNDER THE SKIN

Anyone like gazette's new album?
It's nothing new.
Haha, they tried a year or so back for their music to be different.
BACKFIREDDD.

Kyle - lol, I'd do anything
Me - for love, but you won't do that.

(talking about lepers)
Cricket - Man, what did the Jews do to get such bad karma?
Me - Seriously, what did they do as cavemen? Haha, the Holocaust was probably repentance for killing Jesus.

A car pulled up to another car. The first car has 'RETIRED' plate on the front end and the second car has a 'JESUS' plate on its front end.
Hahahahaha.
Coincidence?

♪: 彩冷える - -ecumenicalimage-

Me - Yeah, Amanda is pretty funny... And smart. I wish she would read like she used to - all day.
Mom - She does read those made up computer stories.
Hahahahahahaha.
"Made up computer stories."
She's talking about fanfiction.

Are you ready for the really funny story today? The story you're about to read seems like it would be in a very bad movie.
My parents volunteered to paint a St Jude's house for free, of course. Randy is disabled - he was born club footed and has scoliosis. Mom didn't realize St Jude didn't do birth effects. So, when Dad told the crew they would be volunteering Randy kept saying, "Oh, good, we're helping the children. That is really nice; I'm looking forward to it."
My mom somehow thought, since Randy was in and out of children's hospitals when he was younger and that he kept raving about how good it was, that he had attended St Jude's. My mother told Scott, the person who told my parents about the house, in passing. Scott then turned around and told a higher power.
So, the higher power comes up to mom and sees if Randy would like to do an INTERVIEW for the news. He wanted to tie in the house with a SURVIVOR STORY.
In peril, my mom begs RANDY TO LIE. For the first time in his life, he doesn't.
So, my mother went directly to Scott and relayed the entire misunderstanding.
Scoot, in peril, wanted to see if Randy would lie.
Randy wouldn't lie at all... They were all disappointed. Haha. For the first time Randy wouldn't lie about something.
haaaaaaaaaahahahah.

Don't worry, tomorrow, I'm volunteering and doing some work on the house.
That story is so hilarious.

♪: the pumpkin head - メロン記念日

I miss the Pumpkin Head so badly. They were my #1 bad for a couple years. I've known them since 2005 (when they started to release CDs instead of live-only releases). Frypan was my man, haha (the clown guy). The split-up in 2007 and it literally broke my heart.
To actually find a quality Japanese INDIE band is as hard as trying to find a needle in a haystack.
I even bought some DVDs of theirs, a couple of albums AND FOR WHAT, haha.
So, then I turned my full attention to Miyavi. Which could have been a good and bad thing. For one, I bought Miyavi's entire discography. Not lives, I never watch them - waste of money.
Favourite song? くちづけ (kuchizuke).
This is what I have of them -
the Pumpkin Head - the murder mansion (Limited Edition)
the Pumpkin Head - 「エド・ゲインにおめでとうって言われた。」
the Pumpkin Head - DVD「エド・ゲインにおめでとうって言われた。」
the Pumpkin Head - ミスロマンチスト
the Pumpkin Head - Mr.Underground
Why go on some boring rant?
I MISS THEM SO MUCH.
I haven't had a band where I like mostly all their songs besides Dir en grey and Miyavi.
It's rare.
Sad part about their breakup is the point that two of the band members went to do very bad bands. Where my ears melt off my head if I listen to them. The style of the band is vomitacious. Frypan is inactive since he did some songs with a really popular gay man in the Japanese Indie Rock scene. They had controversial pictures (I own their CDs too haha). I want them back :(

"Cockroaches are amazing. I mean, they can live without their heads, if it wasn't for the whole starving to death thing. That's how brainless they are."
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

♪: arctic monkeys - brainstorm

Me - Mom, do you know how much strive your other daughter has?
Mom - What?
Me - Amanda has absolutely no strive. See we were at the theater and I brought up 'What to do during a zombie apocalypse' and Amanda told us she would turn herself into a zombie as quick as she can so she doesn't have to see her friends, family and loved ones die. She doesn't even want to try.
Mom - Hm.
Me - We told her we would keep her on the leash and, when we camp out, tie her to a tree.
Mom - *smiles*
Me - Depending on the weather conditions, I would camp out in the woods. I mean, what zombie would be in the woods?
Mom - Wood zombies.
Me - Haha, nooo. They would all flock to the cities!
Mom - Rednecks, Heather.
Me - Noooo, they would get in all their pick up trucks saying, "WOOOO, goin' to catch me a zombie."
Mom - No, they'd try to make zombie deers.
Me - hahahahahaha. You're right!
Mom - In the process, they'd get drunk and let their guard down and the next thing you know they're getting bit on the neck.
Me - I still think they'd flock to the city, that's where all the meat is. I would at least try to live as long as possible. I would leave all you behind because, you know, you'd slow me down. Heck, I'd get your guns and do a little role-playing with Resident Evil.

OH.
(email)
Kyle - Well someone I know said they slept with someone else I know. It's clearly a lie, but there's like a 1% possibility of it being true, 99% probability it's a lie. I was thinking I should ask the person (the girl that got slept with) but not right now. He kept on saying he did, like three times. What should I do? I have lost sleep over this. I'm not jealous, but it's the principle of the matter that is at stake here.
Should I find out? Because I REALLY think this is just a lie. He keeps on talking about it.
Me - I'd ignore it.
What are you going to do with the information, nothing? If you do need to know, just know, just don't do anything with the information - it makes you look like an asshole (even more), trust me.
Kyle - I have to know, just to know it's a lie. I'm not jealous, I'm just wanting to know it was a lie. He told all these people that he slept with her and I know she hadn't slept with anyone here. That's a fact. She was a bit of a feminist type.
Me - Haha, that's funny.
Feminist.
Kyle - Well she'd get pissed when you joked about sex with another girl. She'd get all pissed if you even flirted with her. I am telling you it's not like her to have had sex with him.
Me - Sounds like she needs to get laid.
Haaaaaaaaaaa.

ANDDD, he didn't get it.

♪: boa - do the motion

Yesterday/Today has been one BUSY day.

Hung out with Cricket in the morning, her mom called her daughter, Cricket, a LITTLE bitch, hahahahahaha.
Geez, Cricket, what did we do in your house for three hours, talk?
I played with a baby hamster, chased a duck, twice and played with Zack. I would imitate the sounds he was making. Once, I forgot this until now, we made faces at each other. He made a face, I copied it added something, then he would add that something and add a little something of his.
Adorable.

Went to Book Gallery - discovered the clerk was a bitch.
Went outside because we were bored and sat down. Cricket sat some mulch on fire, nearly the entire thing. In one second a big patch of fire happened, hahahaha. We panicked for a SPLIT second.

Went home, took a nap, drove to the HP6 premier. Went with me sis.
Cricket and Alex joined us.
Had fun.

Learned that my sister would make herself a zombie so she didn't have to watch other people die, her friends, family. I said I'd live as long as possible, depending on the weather conditions, I would live in a forrest. I also explained to my sister we would take her with us , by a leash. At night, when we're camping, we would tie her up to a tree for the night.
Overall for a gentle amusement.

I FUCKING LEARNED THAT THEY'RE MAKING A SHERLOCK HOLMES MOVIE.
I AM SO PISSED.
It's sooooo, pop culture? Nothing about it screams the 19th century, nothing. Explosions, crafy, witty main character, sidekick who makes fun of the main character but is generally forgotten so on and so forth. I noted my anger with, "What the fucking hell? I am so pissed. They're coming out with THIS?!" A little too loudly, haha.
One girl turned around and said, "THANK YOU. At least I'm not the only one, THANK YOU."

There was this guy with a doo-rag who I think was annoyed by me.
One joke he turned and did that chuckle that notes he thinks I'm a fucking idiot.
Another time, at the end of the movie, it flashed a PG and I said (since the theater was empty, easy to hear), "What? This was PG? Shouldn't the dead body scene stretch it to PG-13?"
With that said he stopped, turned around for a second and immediately went on his way out of the theater.

Overall, the HP movie wasn't that bad.
I forgot the book because I only read it once (when it came out). No, I read it twice.
A long, years ago.
So, I have nothing really to be pissed about. They put my two favourite parts in the movie, so, I'm happy.
Anyone guess what they are? Yes, one is morbid.
It makes me angry that the movie was directed at the relationships of the Three Musketeers. It sort of aggravated me. The WHOLE point of the 6th book was learning Voldemort's weakness, Dumbledore showing Harry how to bring the Dark Lord down so, since he knew he was going to die, wanted Harry to know all he could before the their world went down in flames and Harry had to be the one to save every living soul. Not some fucking snogging on a staircase.

I loved Draco.
He was beyond the EPIPHANY of awesome.

♪: plastic tree - 梟

Something smells. I think it's me.

I have finished TWO BOOKS since this morning. Remarkable, right?

The Shining - One hell of a book. I fucking love it. Of course, like any mid-length novel, it lagged its first 250-pages, but from that point on it was awesome. It did scare me, a couple of parts with Danny, the boy. I literally glanced behind me, looking back in the the nothingness beyond my door, staring at the red light of the dead DVR. I scared myself but, maybe, Stephen King helped. (if that wasn't corny, let me be struck by lightening!)
Any reader of this book can tell of the thought and the process and the passion to story. I, for one, am now a cult-follower, haha. Never join, phew. If the 70s taught me anything....
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I loved it. I'll be raving on about it for a bit now, like I do with anything good I read.

Girl, Interrupted - The book was a jumbled mess, but it worked. Work it girl! She had a style and it made you feel like you were part of the psycho ward, having a mental handicap, hahahahahahaha. No, seriously. She was mature, all the conversations were short sweet, to the point. An easy read to drink a glass of tea to.


hahahahahahaha

ps - NEW SEASON OF I SURVIVED..., BITCHES.
Now that I see it before me, I think that should be the new title of the show: I survived, bitches..

♪: kannivalism - モノクローム

I just don't pull this knitting shit out of my ass. I honestly spend up to an hour nearly every day researching knitting or knitting itself so I can better myself. Above is picture of my most recent attempt at a new stitch. I have mastered the Garter (knit stitch) and the Stockinette (purl)... Above, on the top right is the first thing I have ever knitted, beside it (top left) is the SAME STITCH with just me being 10x better at the stitch.
Below, the big hunker of a thing on the needle is me ATTEMPTING the Seed Stitch (where you combine the knit and purl stitch). I messed up three times, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I knitted for two hours, through the entire movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall.... Two hours and I can't finish it because those three mistakes are pretty big ones and accidental ones where I didn't notice it until I was looking back over my work.
Let's just say I started out with 30 loops and ended with 33.

Anyone else read The Shining?
Once I read it I will go on my magnanimous review.
I'm kidding, I hate long reviews.

I'll end this with pictures of my animals - always end it on a happy note I always say!


Again, on the prospect of food or these pictures wouldn't exist.

He scrunched the bag under him to lay on.

♪: 宇多田ヒカル - beautiful world

WE SAVED A HUMMINGBIRD.
Possibly the most exciting thing to happen in awhile, since the cop incident (we talked about it four times in two hours Cricket, hahaha).
So, after washing both the cat's and dog's water/food bowls, I decided to get the dog some new food.
As I walked in the garage, turned on the light, I noticed this HUGE fucking bug. At first glance I thought it was a huge beetle (all beetles are eatable, btw), then a wasp and THEN I noticed it was a bird with its frightened chirping and all.
The frightened chirping still breaks my heart.
So, I finally calmed my mother, you know, letting her freak for a few minutes how the bird is going to die soon (because they die within an hour in a house, garage -- they die of thirst).
She remembered that they can't see in the dark and are attracted to light. So, we busted out the flashlight, doing some teamwork. I noticed when it was pitch black, the bird would stop and hang on anything he can. We did this three times, finally she caught and, well, you know the rest.

I'm happy I saved a life.

I would have a picture, but I figured I would piss off my frantic mom if I had left, stalled the life-saving process and clicked a really nice frame-shot.

ps - cricket, i would have talked about our day if I had remembered ANY of it.
I remembered we watched a couple of movies, went into town, ate like Alex (WHEN DO I FUCKING STOP) and I went home. Hmmmm.

♪: brokencyde - BREE BREE!

WOOH.
Every time I wake up early in the morning, I'm in a fantastic mood, even after this horrific, awesome fucking dream EVER. Immediately, when I woke up, I batted my eyes, reeled what just went through my head and said, "Yeah."

WARNING, I'M GOING TO GO INTO GORE DETAIL DOWN HURR.
I only remember a few scenes from the dream, kind of like a movie you can't quite remember.
A group, always dressed in these black cloaks and hoods were trying to assassinate a group of people. Me and this other guy were supposed to find these people and save them before they were killed. And, right before we would get to the person, to warn them, to get them safely out of the way, they would be shot down.
The first man I remember was standing near us, listening to us when I suddenly spotted one of the black cloak guys setting up this sniper. I tried to move him, but the first shot obliterated his shoulder and the other created a grapefruit sized hole in his head. Blood splattered on me and my partner, along with the gray remains of his brain.
We could do no more.
The second guy was sitting on a mall bench (this one is my favourite), eating what looked to be cracker jacks. Me and my partner were looking for the snipers, through a huge wall fountain. Right when we thought it was clear, I saw a sniper setting up, aiming. I tried to yell the victim's name before the sniper shot. Too late. The sniper received two shots right through the head. Pieces of brain, skull and blood made an unorganized pattern on the mall's tiled floor. The victim continued to slouch there, twitching, legs kicking a bit out of the nerves saying their last goodbyes.
And, as if to say something, the Victim opened his mouth, letting foam and blood roll from his mouth.
That's the last thing I remember.

♪: eminem - superman

2006/2007:

CRICKET!!

I'm still trying to find my black hair picture(s?) and while I did, I found pictures I had taken FRESHMAN YEAR, 2004, and it makes me laugh. Not giggle, but a full laugh.

Emily and Justin.


(left to right)
Sean, Laura Bell, Jessica (she now has like 20 tattoos - PRECIOUS), Misty (we were never friends, she was just sitting there), Hailey.
hahahahahahaha, Hailey is literally like :D. She lives in Florida now :(
Laura has a kid now :(


Laura and Jessica.


PROOF I USED TO BE IN ROTC.
I think that was either in Freshman or Sophomore year.
Yes, I was a high rank. Second high rank.

♪: prince - purple rain

I FOUND TEN MORE BITES NEAR MY ASS. I got in the car and my back started to itch. Yeah. I made my sister look and she confirmed ten. I am so pissed.
Oh, two more on my left arm.
I jinxed myself.

OH.
I went by the library.
And the cool librarian was there.
I love that woman.
We talked for ten minutes or so...
She made notice of my past... Reminding me of the time when I went through my 'goth' phase. Sadly, I can't find my black-hair phase pictures, but, by God, I had one. She said, and I quote, "You had no personality. It's like when you walked in, it just stopped. I'm so happy you got out of that phase."
Then we talked about how pretty my hair is now, how I'm nicer AND librarian work (because she did major and she offered to be a reference for me, yay!). She thinks I'm smart, it's sweet.
She told me not to marry and I told her, "Trust me, I won't. I'm not the type to stop for a boy."
Haha, she confided that getting married was her biggest mistake, haaaa.
I've always liked her. Very kind lady. I swear to God that's going to be me in about 40 years.

♪: ガゼット - COCKROACH

I HAVE, SIX, COUNT 'EM SIX FUCKING MOSQUITO BITES.
I
Am
Not
Happy.
This means, and you heard it here first, that I REFUSE to go outside unless I have bug spray.
Fuck Buddism. I'm sure they all just cussed at Mosquitos and 'accidentally' swatted at them.
All of them are on my right arm. Just there. NOWHERE ELSE ON MY BODY. It's like a cruel joke.

Cricket's last night was PHUN. Really, it was Cricket.
We color-raped some pictures.

I played horses with Kaylee. It was fun. I picked the tallest horse and kept raving on its superiority to everything.
Then Kaylee explained it was the Daddy horse and she had the momma horse.
She picked one up, and I said, "No, I don't find that one attractive, I do this one, though."
I had to DEMAND Cricket to get my phone for me so Kaylee wouldn't ruin the horses in the kissing circle.
She really wanted me on the floor, but due to my back, I wouldn't, haha.
AND, Zach kept headbutting me on my Vagina.
Talk about awkward.
It was fucking adorable though.
I said, "If this is a sign to come, count me in."
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
OMG, it's hilarious when he headbutts.

Cricket and I went back to her room to finish the colorings we had. No, Cricket, I think you were already finished.
I had a LONG way to go.
Cricket's:

(click on me for larger size!)
She added the clouds and trees to the picture. I love this so much.

MINEEEEE:

(click on me for larger sizeee!)
I added hardwood floors, a neat design to the walls (that you can only really see if it's gleaming), a picture that exclaims 'I love Boats,' and I think that's it.
Me - *mixing red and brown together for the table in the background* Do you think this looks red and brown?
Cricket - Ehhhh, not really. Wait, are you trying to do mahogany?
Me - *smiles* Guilty.

Mulan isn't even HALF as good as what The Little Mermaid can do for you.
Except for the racism in every chinaman. Haha.

I'll end this with Molly (I had to offer her the PROSPECT of food to get these good pictures:



ps - my dream last night was so weird.
The world had ended... And all the 'good' people had was this train thing. Every person who needed food, shelter, was to go with us to find more, or to start a small colony.
Then, we were jumped by these thieves and one of them wasn't human. A giant snake looking guy who dressed like the Joker, but in blue. There was screaming and us trying to fight and that's all I can remember, haaaaaaaa.

♪: the eagles - life on the fast lane

NEWWW HAIIIRRR CALLLLL.
Yeah, yeah, I have another haircut and this proves my hair has gotten significantly longer. My hairdresser kept raving about it, haha.
So, now, it's time for the cliche poses with my new hair. Some of these poses are copying previous poses I have done before in High School and all that jazz.
I ever tried to copy Cricket's awesome pose (the picture on OUR blog).





This picture was accidental. Haha. I was trying to angle it - yes I make that face - and it clicked accidentally.

♪: 蜉蝣 - 腐った海で溺れかけている僕を救ってくれた君

The Charlie the Unicorn reference is also a slate to piss her off since she doesn't really like it.
I'm the one holding the camera.

♪: beaU - キミ, リプレイ

Independence Day IS one of the days to excuse the stupidity of you and your fellow comrades. Independence Day now marks where men get drunk and shoot off fireworks and, sometimes, if we're lucky, they almost kill themselves.
Of course, I didn't get to see this because it was raining and all that jazz, but we heard them.
AND, we were too lazy to even try to see them.
I watched some as I was driving home.
Went to check mail in SG and, drove around it once and only saw one big firework.
And two cops.
More than I saw on my way home which is NONE.
Cooked up in Cricket's room, we totally took pictures...

The one red, bulging eye.


Cricket in my work hat (which I wore because 1, I didn't want my hair to get wet, 2, because I didn't want water on my glasses - it's annoying as hell).


I wanted to draw us in Mermaid form :(

We watched The Little Mermaid. Hahahaha. That movie kicks ass. (Maybe now I'll try Mulan, Cricket.) Me and Cricket were the eels.
Ichi - I'm the left eye!
Cricket - *as I am saying the above and watches the right-eyed one hit its head, says,* Ow, I hit my head!
Every time they went on screen, I would say, "There we are!"
Ahhhh, I loved those eels until they were obliterated.
Op, I'm sorry, I ruined the ending.

We called Alex!
"So, it's you, Tina, David and HEATTTHHHHHHERRRRRRRRR!"

ps - have a gander at me mom's flowers...
(did that rhyme, even just a little?)

♪: bells of victory

Uhhh, see what I mean.
THIRD post for today... But this had to be so.
My sister just e-mailed me a picture of a comment on 4-chan (I'm not necessarily happy she goes on there).
This is the comment:


(click on me for bigger preview!)

I want to have sex with that guy/girl... More than likely Male.

♪: sam kinison - wild thing

I normally try not to do two posts a day because I get carried away with random thoughts and wanting to post everything I ever think about. Which is a lot. I think a lot.

A while back, Cricket and I were high and usually, when we're in that state, we call Alex because it's so hilarious to talk to her. She doesn't even know which makes it even more funny. It used to be kind of a ritual. She would never, ever know I was in the room, listening in on their conversations. More of a personal joke.
Well, one night, we called her and we had just finished talking about when Justin called me 'Pickle Slut.'
So, after the conversation was done, right before Cricket closed her phone and Alex slid hers down, I screamed, "PICKLE SLUT!"
Hahahahahahahaha.
Omg.
I forgot about that until Cricket mentioned it.
Cricket, is it on a recording somewhere? I would to try and find it.

Btw.
I'm making a song list of songs to have sex to.
I'm a virgin, so I don't test these out. So, if anyone does, could you tell me how well it works out, or a song you loved to do the sexual deed to?
Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me
The Knack - My Sharona
Dir en grey - 凌辱の雨
Dir en grey - dead tree
Dir en grey - 鼓動
L'Arc~En~Ciel - 死の灰 (Basically any slow song with Hyde singing very sensually)
Missy Elliot - Work It (I'd probably be laughing too hard to let anything happen, hahha)
Hide - Pink Spider
ギルガメッシュ - 雨と不幸者

I'm searching for new admissions to the list.
Suggestions are always open.
Muahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

ps - my mom didn't like i wish i was dead. not at all. she thought it needed more work, haha.

♪: warrant - cherry pie

That's what it looked like outside this morning. Ack, beautiful.

Finally finished I Wish I Was Dead. SO far everything has been positive about the reviews. It's just some funny story about an adulterer and his mishap, haha.

I've been working the past two days. UGH, hate it. The house, though, good golly miss molly.
The view is so breathtaking, literally. I ate lunch on their patio just to stare. (Pictures below.)

So, we were painting 95% of the house in Thin Ice. I got at least one joke out of it, and so did my Aunt, Lisa.
Me - *stands in front of the closet where all the paint is, talking nonchalantly to my mother*
Randy - *swishes his hands in the air to signal for me to move it or lose it*
Me - Don't say excuse me or anything. *moves away*
Randy - Okay, Princess.
Me - That's supposed to insult me?
Randy - *ignoring me* Vern, what is the paint color?
Mom - Thin Ice.
Me - Which is what you're walking on unless you watch out.
Hahhahaha.

Randy has this little leg which doesn't work. Hasn't worked since he was a child. He just scoots it around (hahahahahha). So, yesterday, we rolled A LOT. And the man was sore all over. Randy goes to sit up, and can't stretch out his back so he walks up like a hunchback. My father looks at him and just says, "GodDAMMIT Randy, you're embarrassing the company."

I walked in on Jimmy Dale vomiting. Saw it all.
He was in the fucking garage, where I was fixing to fucking roll. Not in the goddamn middle where we can avoid it, but near a fucking wall, hahahaha.
He made noises like a bird call or something as he vomits.

I had my father's iPod and my mom had hers. So, we synchronized our music. We were listening to the same thing at the exact same time. We would sing and everything.


From the entrance you see this.


You can literally see HALF of Bowling Green. You can even see of all Western's campus, all their buildings, etc... I want to watch Western's fireworks show tomorrow, from their patio... It would be awesome as hellllll.


I'M IN PAINNNN.
That's from rolling two days in a roll, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa.