5.30.2003
5.29.2003
"every guy, if he's honest with himself, has to admit to having some sort of panty fetish. me, i get sprung by white cotton bikinis or anything by hanes her way. sure, thongs are cool. but i got a weakness for the classics."
"Words of pure, deep insight, me lad. I'd even go so far to say that thongs leave me cold, but white cotton Hanes? Sigh... But let's just keep it a secret 'tween you and I, OK? Wouldn't want it getting around..."
Question, guys: is this true?
I've gone from eating hardly at all to eating one huge meal four hours before I go to sleep, which is bad bad bad. So if you see me, remind me not to eat. Dammit, the hom bow was just staring me in the face though.. :\ Anyway.
Aya: there is nothing wrong with you physically.
That's my new definition of relief.
"Words of pure, deep insight, me lad. I'd even go so far to say that thongs leave me cold, but white cotton Hanes? Sigh... But let's just keep it a secret 'tween you and I, OK? Wouldn't want it getting around..."
Question, guys: is this true?
I've gone from eating hardly at all to eating one huge meal four hours before I go to sleep, which is bad bad bad. So if you see me, remind me not to eat. Dammit, the hom bow was just staring me in the face though.. :\ Anyway.
Aya: there is nothing wrong with you physically.
That's my new definition of relief.
5.28.2003
I woke up in the middle of a dream about having invited everyone I've ever found annoying and ultimately/will ultimately abandon out to lunch. And everyone was singing "The Crawl" by Placebo.
I had my mom take me to sckool. So I could "work on my essay." I got here five minutes early because I slept in. Without my notecards. XD
Sawa: *digs through Eva bag trying to find notecards*
Guy next to me: God dammit, I hate this! Who am I going to put into my hall of fame?
Teacher: You can do, uh... you know, that thing that happened...
Sawa: The French Revolution.
Teacher: *blinks* ...Yeah!
Green Hair: But what happened in Iceland like, EVER.
Teacher: You could write about the, uh... those guys that--
Sawa: The Nordic Vikings.
Teacher: Yeah! Hey, you should be my assistant or something...
-_- Maybe you should be smart enough to teach your damn class.
I had my mom take me to sckool. So I could "work on my essay." I got here five minutes early because I slept in. Without my notecards. XD
Sawa: *digs through Eva bag trying to find notecards*
Guy next to me: God dammit, I hate this! Who am I going to put into my hall of fame?
Teacher: You can do, uh... you know, that thing that happened...
Sawa: The French Revolution.
Teacher: *blinks* ...Yeah!
Green Hair: But what happened in Iceland like, EVER.
Teacher: You could write about the, uh... those guys that--
Sawa: The Nordic Vikings.
Teacher: Yeah! Hey, you should be my assistant or something...
-_- Maybe you should be smart enough to teach your damn class.
5.27.2003
Tip of the iceberg, my friends. Tip of the fucking iceberg that was. It's passed, I'm at peace. Ate lunch by myself out in the shade, drifted through the day with Latin and Italian in my ears like an audible massage.
e pensando di lei
mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno
ego dominus tuus
vide cor tuum
e d'sto core ardendo
cor tuum
(lei paventosa)
umilmente pascea
appreso gir lo ne vedea piangendo
la letizia si convertia
in amarissimo pianto
io sono in pace
cor meum
io sono in pace
vide cor meum
Can't help but let my voice join in with the chorus' "lei paventosa"s. Remembering how wonderful Italian feels on my tongue and wishing I were in Venice, watching the sun set. I'm drugged on thick warm air and just... laying here, watching the clouds pass... What a beautiful Tuesday.
e pensando di lei
mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno
ego dominus tuus
vide cor tuum
e d'sto core ardendo
cor tuum
(lei paventosa)
umilmente pascea
appreso gir lo ne vedea piangendo
la letizia si convertia
in amarissimo pianto
io sono in pace
cor meum
io sono in pace
vide cor meum
Can't help but let my voice join in with the chorus' "lei paventosa"s. Remembering how wonderful Italian feels on my tongue and wishing I were in Venice, watching the sun set. I'm drugged on thick warm air and just... laying here, watching the clouds pass... What a beautiful Tuesday.
it takes the pain away
that could not make you stay
it's way too broke to fix
no glue
no bag of tricks
lay me down
the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl
Mweehee. Dyed my hair. Uhh... Did an assload of French homework and paraded my hands around in front of Alan and Aya and John. (Everyone else missed the webcam show. :P) And I'm trying to get the motivation up to finish my essay on homosezhual marriage.
i'd pay to have you near
...Something has to exist.
it takes the pain away
"Cogito, ergo sum." I think, therefore I am. Descartes wasn't very far off. Say this was someone's dream. Do you claim your dreams to exist, even if only brief moments in your mind that no one else will ever witness? Think about this in terms of the internet. Where's the internet? How do you experience it? Does the internet even exist?
lay me down
I suppose that it exists in the same way that everyone I talk to online does. You can't experience those people in the real world, but you can experience them... how? This isn't like an idea that exists inside of people and can be seen by how it affects everyone around it. It's like a catalyst for ideas, a transporter. Like your sensory apparatus. This is a sixth sense, a... not telepathy, but a non-tangible way of sensing out parts of the world, like ideas. Is this place a coalescence of ideas made structural by third party observation and contribution?
the lie will unfurl
There's something much larger here.
it's way too broke to fix
*holds her head in her hands tightly* I'm trying to do my essay and here comes another theory... LEAVE ME BE FOR ONE MOMENT. LET ME GO.
The scars I know why I have some of these scars he used to pour rubbing alcohol on them until I'd scream and hold me down on the counter and tell me I asked for it I didn't stop making myself bleed I stained the sheets again and I asked for it
*cringes and closes her eyes* Let me go.
way too broke
I hate remembering. He said I'd dream of him and I didn't. I woke up terrified in the mid-day sunshine. Sickening to wake up to something so bright when all you're filled with is dark.
don't forget to breathe
I'm fine.
that could not make you stay
it's way too broke to fix
no glue
no bag of tricks
lay me down
the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl
Mweehee. Dyed my hair. Uhh... Did an assload of French homework and paraded my hands around in front of Alan and Aya and John. (Everyone else missed the webcam show. :P) And I'm trying to get the motivation up to finish my essay on homosezhual marriage.
i'd pay to have you near
...Something has to exist.
it takes the pain away
"Cogito, ergo sum." I think, therefore I am. Descartes wasn't very far off. Say this was someone's dream. Do you claim your dreams to exist, even if only brief moments in your mind that no one else will ever witness? Think about this in terms of the internet. Where's the internet? How do you experience it? Does the internet even exist?
lay me down
I suppose that it exists in the same way that everyone I talk to online does. You can't experience those people in the real world, but you can experience them... how? This isn't like an idea that exists inside of people and can be seen by how it affects everyone around it. It's like a catalyst for ideas, a transporter. Like your sensory apparatus. This is a sixth sense, a... not telepathy, but a non-tangible way of sensing out parts of the world, like ideas. Is this place a coalescence of ideas made structural by third party observation and contribution?
the lie will unfurl
There's something much larger here.
it's way too broke to fix
*holds her head in her hands tightly* I'm trying to do my essay and here comes another theory... LEAVE ME BE FOR ONE MOMENT. LET ME GO.
The scars I know why I have some of these scars he used to pour rubbing alcohol on them until I'd scream and hold me down on the counter and tell me I asked for it I didn't stop making myself bleed I stained the sheets again and I asked for it
*cringes and closes her eyes* Let me go.
way too broke
I hate remembering. He said I'd dream of him and I didn't. I woke up terrified in the mid-day sunshine. Sickening to wake up to something so bright when all you're filled with is dark.
don't forget to breathe
I'm fine.
5.26.2003
Alan: Your mind is scary. oO;
Sawa: I know >:D
Alan: Yet insanely cool. :o
Paradox Lain: o.o they.. were right.
Paradox Lains: what the?!
Paradox Lain: you have my name only with an s @_@
Paradox Lains: hey my name is an old one -_-
Paradox Lain: i've had mine for three years. *blink*
Paradox Lains: Lains is my nickname though lol
Paradox Lain: that's weird
Paradox Lains: how did u get my sn? lol who told u?
Paradox Lain: a friend told me a few minutes ago that someone had my aim name, only with an s, and i didn't believe her. but it's true. o.o
Paradox Lains: lol who told u?
Paradox Lain: this girl named kira.
Paradox Lains: hmm... i own http://goddessoul.com/
Kira: O_O I KNOW HER
Sawa: :O
Small world. @_@
Sawa: I know >:D
Alan: Yet insanely cool. :o
Paradox Lain: o.o they.. were right.
Paradox Lains: what the?!
Paradox Lain: you have my name only with an s @_@
Paradox Lains: hey my name is an old one -_-
Paradox Lain: i've had mine for three years. *blink*
Paradox Lains: Lains is my nickname though lol
Paradox Lain: that's weird
Paradox Lains: how did u get my sn? lol who told u?
Paradox Lain: a friend told me a few minutes ago that someone had my aim name, only with an s, and i didn't believe her. but it's true. o.o
Paradox Lains: lol who told u?
Paradox Lain: this girl named kira.
Paradox Lains: hmm... i own http://goddessoul.com/
Kira: O_O I KNOW HER
Sawa: :O
Small world. @_@
5.25.2003
Sawa: I don't think there's anything more comforting than giving head.
Sean: Oh, if only more girls thought like you. Well, the world would probably end if that were the case. But THIS theory, all females should have. It's brilliant and yet, so simple. But when did you stumble across this idea?
Sawa: Just now.
Sean: Oooou. Such a wonderful notion. ...I should've snatched you up when I had the chance.
Very very strange. I just realized I smell a whole lot like Chris (from Lake Stevens) right now. A lot. This.. is.... oddly comforting. I've always thought he smelled the best ever. x.x
Sawa's Parents: So, we'll see you tomorrow. *leaves*
Sawa: .... :o Um.. Have fun at your.. concert...?
Door: *slam*
XD
Sean: Oh, if only more girls thought like you. Well, the world would probably end if that were the case. But THIS theory, all females should have. It's brilliant and yet, so simple. But when did you stumble across this idea?
Sawa: Just now.
Sean: Oooou. Such a wonderful notion. ...I should've snatched you up when I had the chance.
Very very strange. I just realized I smell a whole lot like Chris (from Lake Stevens) right now. A lot. This.. is.... oddly comforting. I've always thought he smelled the best ever. x.x
Sawa's Parents: So, we'll see you tomorrow. *leaves*
Sawa: .... :o Um.. Have fun at your.. concert...?
Door: *slam*
XD
Sawa: There's this book of mine that I've had for a number of years now. It's what I've imagined my perfect relationship would be.
Tony: Oh?
Sawa: It's about two x-gen early 20 somethings that live in a shitty apartment. One of them hacks and blades, and the other skateboards and plays bass in a band.
Tony: *blink*
Sawa: I love that god damn book so much, it's like my relationship bible. There are so many great sex scenes between them.
The Ultimate Rush by Joe Quirk.
Hell yes.
Ho (the main female) is my role model in a lot of ways. She's so bad and it's so great. :3 And the way Chet views the world reminds me of Josiah and a little of me, especially this last part.
"The adrenaline high simmers and passes. My heart cools just before its meltdown. The drudgery of safety returns.
I am no longer alive.
Slowly reclaiming possession of me is the incessant agitation of my life, the twitching sinews knotted into muscles, the frustration in the marrow of my bones. Damn it all! It always fades! I want one pure experience to wipe the boiling hunger from my blood. I want to catch one crystal piece of timelessness and carry it with me in my pocket. I need to escape this utterly damned existence of mine. I lust for the ultimate rush.
Sound shallow? Fuck you.
New Age bliss ninnies say that life is filled with choices. That's bullshit. There is only one choice: Will you live for comfort or adventure?
The price of stability is drudgery. The price of ecstasy is agony. I don't want the meaning of life. I want the experience of being alive."
Tony: Oh?
Sawa: It's about two x-gen early 20 somethings that live in a shitty apartment. One of them hacks and blades, and the other skateboards and plays bass in a band.
Tony: *blink*
Sawa: I love that god damn book so much, it's like my relationship bible. There are so many great sex scenes between them.
The Ultimate Rush by Joe Quirk.
Hell yes.
Ho (the main female) is my role model in a lot of ways. She's so bad and it's so great. :3 And the way Chet views the world reminds me of Josiah and a little of me, especially this last part.
5.24.2003
Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is spent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake
I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love, I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you
Placebo.
\m/
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is spent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake
I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love, I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you
Placebo.
\m/
I have returned from my traipsing downtown Seattle, Renton, and Tukwila. (As I type this, it's 12:24am. For the record.)
I got a ride to Kent and James and I took the metro to downtown Seattle. We had food (real soba and donburi) at Uwajimaya. I taught him how to eat with chopsticks:
Mm... The perfect lunch.
After we ate we got some Nacchan (juicy drink things) and went to Kinokuniya, where I got the third volume of Clover. (That's the only thing James didn't pay for; I think it's my breasts?) It was a mistake giving him the camera.
Walked around some, being stupid or whatever.
(That's for you, Aya.)
Caught another bus and went to the Seattle Center where there was some folk festival going on oddly enough. We have a video (with sound [!!!]) of the crazy people dancing, but I'm not messing with extensions and uploading and more uploading, as I don't like you enough to want to. Went into the arcade area and James beat Saddam Hussein at arm wrestling. (Don't ask.)
On the beeline we made from the Seattle Center to a random bus stop, we found signs that amused us. It just now hit me that our raucous laughter at these might've offended people. Shows how much I care! :D I also stole some signs. Of course. (Only have a picture of one; it was a conquest. It's from a pay-to-park lot. I had to climb a fence to get it.)
JAMES!
Anyway.
Hopped a bus to Renton where James proceeded to get upset over Josiah and I, fall silent, and just press me against him. This happened more and more as the sun set... He kept reaffirming the kicking of Josiah's ass should he ever hurt me, and I finally told him to shut up. One of the very few reasons I'm glad I don't see him often: he's a fucking cocky ass bastard sometimes and I hate it.
We walked at least a mile from Renton to this place on the outskirts of Tukwila that I can't remember the name of. (Yes, my entire body aches, but here I am blogging.) Some pool hall that James and his friends go to. After that walk, I was fucking dead; just sat and hardly spoke the hour we were there waiting for them (not to mention the rest of the time). There was some nice eye candy in the back, but I think she caught on to my staring whenever she was at the table shooting and dropped out while her two friends continued. Damn.
James' friends Tim and Tom are kinda fucked in the head, but that's what drugs'll do to you.
The one on the left (Tim) was a fucking replica of Chris, I swear. Demanded they stop playing to go get drunk immediately the whole time we were there. They were fun and refreshingly normal. While James was distracted, I found my revenge.
(HAH. NOW IT'S ALL OVER TEH INTARWEB FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.)
James: *mockingly blows his pool stick gratuitously*
Sawa: I don't know what you're talking about. Your ass is fine how it is.
James: *goes to take shot*
Tim: He has a bubble butt.
Sawa: *tilts head slightly* Yeah.
Tim: *loudly* NICE ASS.
James: *misses shot entirely and smacks himself in the face with the pool stick*
James, once around his friends, was... all over me.
James: *rubs her shoulders*
Sawa: *pulls away slightly* Stoppit.
Tim: Dirty old man.
James: Hey, two things. One, I ain't tappin' it. Two, I'm not old.
Tim: Yeah. Sure.
James: *moves his hands down to her back*
I pulled away from him numerous times throughout the day and threatened to throw myself into the busy street we were walking next to at any given time if he didn't stop. Fucking boys. Just because I'm masochistic doesn't mean I want you scraping the back of my neck with your fingernails or tugging on me or picking me up. And thanks for commenting on my body numerous times, like your noticing my nipplage from the cold wasn't uncomfortable enough. When I hide my face, it means I'm embarrassed. JACKASS. ._.
His friends took me home and joked on the way about how far out I lived, and how Tim wondered whether everyone was up for raping me and dumping my body somewhere. Nervous laughter from me. It was time to get the fuck out of that car.
So I'm home. Safe and sound, out of the reach of idle hands, sweetly tucked into bed and sleeping.
Day's dawning
Skin's crawling
Pure morning
I got a ride to Kent and James and I took the metro to downtown Seattle. We had food (real soba and donburi) at Uwajimaya. I taught him how to eat with chopsticks:
Mm... The perfect lunch.
After we ate we got some Nacchan (juicy drink things) and went to Kinokuniya, where I got the third volume of Clover. (That's the only thing James didn't pay for; I think it's my breasts?) It was a mistake giving him the camera.
Walked around some, being stupid or whatever.
(That's for you, Aya.)
Caught another bus and went to the Seattle Center where there was some folk festival going on oddly enough. We have a video (with sound [!!!]) of the crazy people dancing, but I'm not messing with extensions and uploading and more uploading, as I don't like you enough to want to. Went into the arcade area and James beat Saddam Hussein at arm wrestling. (Don't ask.)
On the beeline we made from the Seattle Center to a random bus stop, we found signs that amused us. It just now hit me that our raucous laughter at these might've offended people. Shows how much I care! :D I also stole some signs. Of course. (Only have a picture of one; it was a conquest. It's from a pay-to-park lot. I had to climb a fence to get it.)
JAMES!
Anyway.
Hopped a bus to Renton where James proceeded to get upset over Josiah and I, fall silent, and just press me against him. This happened more and more as the sun set... He kept reaffirming the kicking of Josiah's ass should he ever hurt me, and I finally told him to shut up. One of the very few reasons I'm glad I don't see him often: he's a fucking cocky ass bastard sometimes and I hate it.
We walked at least a mile from Renton to this place on the outskirts of Tukwila that I can't remember the name of. (Yes, my entire body aches, but here I am blogging.) Some pool hall that James and his friends go to. After that walk, I was fucking dead; just sat and hardly spoke the hour we were there waiting for them (not to mention the rest of the time). There was some nice eye candy in the back, but I think she caught on to my staring whenever she was at the table shooting and dropped out while her two friends continued. Damn.
James' friends Tim and Tom are kinda fucked in the head, but that's what drugs'll do to you.
The one on the left (Tim) was a fucking replica of Chris, I swear. Demanded they stop playing to go get drunk immediately the whole time we were there. They were fun and refreshingly normal. While James was distracted, I found my revenge.
(HAH. NOW IT'S ALL OVER TEH INTARWEB FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.)
James: *mockingly blows his pool stick gratuitously*
Sawa: I don't know what you're talking about. Your ass is fine how it is.
James: *goes to take shot*
Tim: He has a bubble butt.
Sawa: *tilts head slightly* Yeah.
Tim: *loudly* NICE ASS.
James: *misses shot entirely and smacks himself in the face with the pool stick*
James, once around his friends, was... all over me.
James: *rubs her shoulders*
Sawa: *pulls away slightly* Stoppit.
Tim: Dirty old man.
James: Hey, two things. One, I ain't tappin' it. Two, I'm not old.
Tim: Yeah. Sure.
James: *moves his hands down to her back*
I pulled away from him numerous times throughout the day and threatened to throw myself into the busy street we were walking next to at any given time if he didn't stop. Fucking boys. Just because I'm masochistic doesn't mean I want you scraping the back of my neck with your fingernails or tugging on me or picking me up. And thanks for commenting on my body numerous times, like your noticing my nipplage from the cold wasn't uncomfortable enough. When I hide my face, it means I'm embarrassed. JACKASS. ._.
His friends took me home and joked on the way about how far out I lived, and how Tim wondered whether everyone was up for raping me and dumping my body somewhere. Nervous laughter from me. It was time to get the fuck out of that car.
So I'm home. Safe and sound, out of the reach of idle hands, sweetly tucked into bed and sleeping.
Day's dawning
Skin's crawling
Pure morning
5.22.2003
Kill me in my favorite clothes
Take the commas out. They're killing your flow today.
Air guitar to Q and not U and a rocking good time walking down the street to Grady's because they have milkshakes and I'm tired of sitting in that cold chair in that cold room with those cold people. Odie on her cigarettes stepping in time with my feet and the beat. "This is where they have open mic."
So this is where their holy ritual plays out.
I expected it to be bigger darker smoky overly mood-lighted with permanent fixtures of people in black clothes like dim stains on the walls. Color and paintings and newspaper clippings and chalk on a board for a menu. Order a BLT and a milkshake and it looks like this is where I'll be eating dinner three out of seven nights each week for the next month. Odie's birthday in two weeks and the present to herself is shrooms and a real 19th century skeleton.
"We don't have time to eat here. It's five. Told you so." Pink tongue stuck out at me. She's really cute when she's not talking. Return the gesture and cock a hip to the side. "I'm telling Grady we're taking it to go."
Air guitar to Q and not U and a rocking good time walking down the street to nowhere.
Take the commas out. They're killing your flow today.
Air guitar to Q and not U and a rocking good time walking down the street to Grady's because they have milkshakes and I'm tired of sitting in that cold chair in that cold room with those cold people. Odie on her cigarettes stepping in time with my feet and the beat. "This is where they have open mic."
So this is where their holy ritual plays out.
I expected it to be bigger darker smoky overly mood-lighted with permanent fixtures of people in black clothes like dim stains on the walls. Color and paintings and newspaper clippings and chalk on a board for a menu. Order a BLT and a milkshake and it looks like this is where I'll be eating dinner three out of seven nights each week for the next month. Odie's birthday in two weeks and the present to herself is shrooms and a real 19th century skeleton.
"We don't have time to eat here. It's five. Told you so." Pink tongue stuck out at me. She's really cute when she's not talking. Return the gesture and cock a hip to the side. "I'm telling Grady we're taking it to go."
Air guitar to Q and not U and a rocking good time walking down the street to nowhere.
5.21.2003
5.20.2003
5.19.2003
I feel like an Arab boy in these pants. The flip-flops top the feeling off nicely. I've been enjoying the thock thock thock of them smacking against the stairs as I walk down. I don't match at all today; the only colors I'm not wearing are yellow and brown. But I'm mucho comfortable, and this is school, so who cares.
Surprise surprise, we had our brownie lab today. I'm stuffed full of chocolatey goodness. Oog.
Overheard in the cafeteria:
Guy 1: She said I was too big.
Guy 2: What?
Guy 1: She said that she couldn't do it, that I was too big.
Guy 2: How could you be too big? She has a big enough mouth.
Surprise surprise, we had our brownie lab today. I'm stuffed full of chocolatey goodness. Oog.
Overheard in the cafeteria:
Guy 1: She said I was too big.
Guy 2: What?
Guy 1: She said that she couldn't do it, that I was too big.
Guy 2: How could you be too big? She has a big enough mouth.
Make a point to
Make no sense
Here it comes
Speak about the future
In the past tense
Here it comes
Don't look down
We have liftoff.
I'm so fucking tired of the waves my spam is received in. There's one company that has recently started sending me things. My bout with them went something like the following.
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Make no sense
Here it comes
Speak about the future
In the past tense
Here it comes
Don't look down
We have liftoff.
I'm so fucking tired of the waves my spam is received in. There's one company that has recently started sending me things. My bout with them went something like the following.
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SAWA: 1. SPAM: 0.
5.18.2003
Sawa: you missed jade and i fighting, lol
Kyle: ohh great
Sawa: we're not talking anymore. i confronted her on all her hypocrisy and bitchiness, and told her i was done. she kept trying to turn it around and make it like she was the one walking away -_- so whatever i guess, i don't know
Kyle: hooray, good job
Kyle: ohh great
Sawa: we're not talking anymore. i confronted her on all her hypocrisy and bitchiness, and told her i was done. she kept trying to turn it around and make it like she was the one walking away -_- so whatever i guess, i don't know
Kyle: hooray, good job
5.17.2003
Jade: You deleted it, didn't you?
Sawa: Left-click delete folder. The joys of one-step FTP.
Jade: I said I was moving it. What the fuck's wrong with you.
Sawa: I was never informed of this.
Jade: I started it. You had no right to delete all of my entries. Well, did you want me to SING IT TO YOU?
Sawa: How was I supposed to know?!
Jade: "How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know that those entries weren't mine to begin with and I shouldn't have deleted them?!" Fuck this.
Sawa: Oh, I'm sorry. Was it on your blog? The blog I hadn't read? The blog I deleted? Oops.
Jade: Hah. I don't need you or your erratic, overreactive personality. Whatever.
Sawa: "I haven't read your blog." Your exact words to me. "How was I supposed to know?" How is this any different than that.
Jade: The fact that I didn't take something personal of yours and delete it all, that's how. And the fact that you must have SEEN the entry to know that I was moving it to begin with.
Sawa: Oh no, you see, I deleted it for no reason at all. Had I known you were going to move it. Well.
Jade: You must have had a reason. You don't do things like that without a reason.
Sawa: Trying to apply logic to this situation from your point of view will be like trying to staplegun a cat to a chicken.
And so the insanity began.
John: LiveJournal for Lelio. Lelio? What the fuck kind of name is that? That's pretty gay. What's this? FAGGOT SHIT. Jade is going to confess on her LiveJournal to her love of anal sex.
Jora: you gave the password for her e-mail, didn't you!
Sawa: yep
Jora: BWAHAHAHAHA. I'll change the password to that too! I am a bad, bad person <3
John: "I can't resist you anymore. I want you to take me like the savage Mouseketeer that you are. Next time I'm on AIM, I want you to give it to me without warning. I don't need stimulating, I'm already wet. Love, Jade" That is the letter to Anji.
Jora and John hijacked her livejournal and hotmail, posting back and forth, changing her information and settings, and sending e-mail to her friends. I jumped in near the end and began outright deleting entries. (There's a large gap between mid-March and early April.) She caught on and began switching passwords, and so began a fight to keep control. It ended ugly and abruptly. She still has no idea it was me.
Jora: she looks like a fucking drama queen. the sort of person who I'd want to kick the ass of, judging by her original profile
Jade: I'm actually trying to be happy.
Sawa: Maybe if you keep telling yourself that it'll come true someday.
Jade: How do you know what I'm doing inside my own mind? You don't. So you have no right to say that.
Sawa: Quack quack quack quack. QUACK QUACK QUACK.
Jade: ...I'm through trying to find the positive sides to outweigh your negative sides now. It's just not worth the effort.
Sawa: Quack quack, quack quack quack quack quack. Quack quack quack quack.
Jade: Yes, quack quack.
Sawa: Are you done?
Jade: Yeah.
Sawa: Quack. I mean.. good.
Jade: -sigh.- Okay. ..-narrows her eyes- I'd have to buy a fifteen dollar token to change my account name. I doubt that's going to happen.
Sawa: ...Might I ask why you're still talking?
Jade signed off at 12:24:19 AM.
Badum ching. Yet another in-joke that maybe someone on a faraway planet might understand. Or maybe someone who's read 1984 one too many times.
All in all, it went smashingly. The ending was a little improvised, I'll admit, but all of the impromptu planning I had done paid off and I was able to clear my name. Christ. What a night.
Jora conversation
Hijacked Livejournal
A very very very VERY big thank you to Jora. It was nice to talk to you and "work" with you again, and sweet of you to clue me in on the new forum. I noticed most of the old people from FS still hanging around like homeless people around a flaming barrel. (Nice metaphor for the crowd there, yes?) Smaller thank yous to John and whoever jumped over from Unidan's place to help out. Also, thank you to Chris, Joey, Flik (OF ALL PEOPLE AAAGHGHGHErihglhishtgsiugb), Manji, Warlock, blah blah blah for keeping their mouths shut. Couldn't have done it without everyone's.. er... cooperation.
*takes a fucking bow*
Sawa: Left-click delete folder. The joys of one-step FTP.
Jade: I said I was moving it. What the fuck's wrong with you.
Sawa: I was never informed of this.
Jade: I started it. You had no right to delete all of my entries. Well, did you want me to SING IT TO YOU?
Sawa: How was I supposed to know?!
Jade: "How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know that those entries weren't mine to begin with and I shouldn't have deleted them?!" Fuck this.
Sawa: Oh, I'm sorry. Was it on your blog? The blog I hadn't read? The blog I deleted? Oops.
Jade: Hah. I don't need you or your erratic, overreactive personality. Whatever.
Sawa: "I haven't read your blog." Your exact words to me. "How was I supposed to know?" How is this any different than that.
Jade: The fact that I didn't take something personal of yours and delete it all, that's how. And the fact that you must have SEEN the entry to know that I was moving it to begin with.
Sawa: Oh no, you see, I deleted it for no reason at all. Had I known you were going to move it. Well.
Jade: You must have had a reason. You don't do things like that without a reason.
Sawa: Trying to apply logic to this situation from your point of view will be like trying to staplegun a cat to a chicken.
And so the insanity began.
John: LiveJournal for Lelio. Lelio? What the fuck kind of name is that? That's pretty gay. What's this? FAGGOT SHIT. Jade is going to confess on her LiveJournal to her love of anal sex.
Jora: you gave the password for her e-mail, didn't you!
Sawa: yep
Jora: BWAHAHAHAHA. I'll change the password to that too! I am a bad, bad person <3
John: "I can't resist you anymore. I want you to take me like the savage Mouseketeer that you are. Next time I'm on AIM, I want you to give it to me without warning. I don't need stimulating, I'm already wet. Love, Jade" That is the letter to Anji.
Jora and John hijacked her livejournal and hotmail, posting back and forth, changing her information and settings, and sending e-mail to her friends. I jumped in near the end and began outright deleting entries. (There's a large gap between mid-March and early April.) She caught on and began switching passwords, and so began a fight to keep control. It ended ugly and abruptly. She still has no idea it was me.
Jora: she looks like a fucking drama queen. the sort of person who I'd want to kick the ass of, judging by her original profile
Jade: I'm actually trying to be happy.
Sawa: Maybe if you keep telling yourself that it'll come true someday.
Jade: How do you know what I'm doing inside my own mind? You don't. So you have no right to say that.
Sawa: Quack quack quack quack. QUACK QUACK QUACK.
Jade: ...I'm through trying to find the positive sides to outweigh your negative sides now. It's just not worth the effort.
Sawa: Quack quack, quack quack quack quack quack. Quack quack quack quack.
Jade: Yes, quack quack.
Sawa: Are you done?
Jade: Yeah.
Sawa: Quack. I mean.. good.
Jade: -sigh.- Okay. ..-narrows her eyes- I'd have to buy a fifteen dollar token to change my account name. I doubt that's going to happen.
Sawa: ...Might I ask why you're still talking?
Jade signed off at 12:24:19 AM.
Badum ching. Yet another in-joke that maybe someone on a faraway planet might understand. Or maybe someone who's read 1984 one too many times.
All in all, it went smashingly. The ending was a little improvised, I'll admit, but all of the impromptu planning I had done paid off and I was able to clear my name. Christ. What a night.
Jora conversation
Hijacked Livejournal
A very very very VERY big thank you to Jora. It was nice to talk to you and "work" with you again, and sweet of you to clue me in on the new forum. I noticed most of the old people from FS still hanging around like homeless people around a flaming barrel. (Nice metaphor for the crowd there, yes?) Smaller thank yous to John and whoever jumped over from Unidan's place to help out. Also, thank you to Chris, Joey, Flik (OF ALL PEOPLE AAAGHGHGHErihglhishtgsiugb), Manji, Warlock, blah blah blah for keeping their mouths shut. Couldn't have done it without everyone's.. er... cooperation.
*takes a fucking bow*
5.16.2003
5.15.2003
Stephanie Martin: Okay okay, check this out. I think I'm a hypochondriac. It's mind blowing. You see, I think I have a disease where I think I have EVERY disease. I want to make that a t-shirt.
Sawa: I would BUY that t-shirt.
If you type hypochondriac into Google and search it, this is the second website on the list that comes up.
It hailed very hard during Chemistry. It hailed so much people got into snowball fights during passing time and walked into class red, wet, cold, and smiling like crazy.
Washington weather. I love it.
Sawa: I would BUY that t-shirt.
If you type hypochondriac into Google and search it, this is the second website on the list that comes up.
It hailed very hard during Chemistry. It hailed so much people got into snowball fights during passing time and walked into class red, wet, cold, and smiling like crazy.
Washington weather. I love it.
5.14.2003
Situations where I would behave like this don't occur regularly with most people I know:
I already know I need to call Sarah (Camp Sealth's co-ordinator) back, and leave her a voice mail telling her I want the job. It's been 26 hours since I last spoke with her, I figure I'd have enough time on my hands to stall seeing as how I told her I needed to talk to my parents. My mother knows I need to call her, so she "reminds" me. Like I need reminding. Seriously, I don't. If I ever tell you I forgot something, I'm a lying jackass and I've just been too lazy to accomplish whatever it is. She tells me I need to make it a priority and likens the situation to one of her business deals, and I roll my eyes, tell her to be quiet and let me go back to reading Lowbrow.com while I jab the screen with my index finger. She stares at me for a few moments and walks away.
Less than an hour later, Steve comes it and gives me the entire speech over again about how I need to call them and finalize everything. So I shut down, cover my face with my arms and stay still until he takes the hint and leaves. He thinks I'm a bitch because of it. Replicas of this situation have happened many many many times. I knew I was right about the "one parent is better than two" thing.
Personally, more often than not it's best to go with a well-timed "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DADDY."
I already know I need to call Sarah (Camp Sealth's co-ordinator) back, and leave her a voice mail telling her I want the job. It's been 26 hours since I last spoke with her, I figure I'd have enough time on my hands to stall seeing as how I told her I needed to talk to my parents. My mother knows I need to call her, so she "reminds" me. Like I need reminding. Seriously, I don't. If I ever tell you I forgot something, I'm a lying jackass and I've just been too lazy to accomplish whatever it is. She tells me I need to make it a priority and likens the situation to one of her business deals, and I roll my eyes, tell her to be quiet and let me go back to reading Lowbrow.com while I jab the screen with my index finger. She stares at me for a few moments and walks away.
Less than an hour later, Steve comes it and gives me the entire speech over again about how I need to call them and finalize everything. So I shut down, cover my face with my arms and stay still until he takes the hint and leaves. He thinks I'm a bitch because of it. Replicas of this situation have happened many many many times. I knew I was right about the "one parent is better than two" thing.
Personally, more often than not it's best to go with a well-timed "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DADDY."
"Rot from the inside out. Like a piece of fruit that no one wants. Do it for me because I love you. Because you hate me. No one will be able to tell until it's too late. A good thing has gone to waste in you already and I just want everyone else to be able to tell."
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
Missy: was that you on my livejournal?
Sawa: the hesitation gave it away. hrm. did you come to tell me to stay out?
Missy: why the fuck. and you're friends with trenton, are you? WHY why why why.
Sawa: hey, trenton's a cool guy.
Missy: oh yeah i'm sure you get along all nice. since he broke my heart and you've ripped it out too. no. no.. i cant take that.
Sawa: from my point of view... i think you broke your own heart.
Missy: i dont care what you have to say. i just cant believe this.
Sawa: then why are you talking to me?
Missy: to find out if it was true
Sawa: and you've continued talking.
Missy signed off at 4:30:22 PM.
Missy's Journal: DELETED.
Hm.
Hmhmhmhm.
Hehehaha.
Hahahahaha...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Aw, jeez you guys, you don't need to be THAT supportive and complimentary. :D
You're a headache in a suitcase
You're a star
Anyway. Steve bought a digital camera, this being almost four days after I went on a miniature tirade about not having a decent camera to take to school so I can show all of you fabulous people my life. I'm surprised. It's a Canon something or other, I didn't ask. I'm just excited to have another catalyst for my visual fetish.
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
Missy: was that you on my livejournal?
Sawa: the hesitation gave it away. hrm. did you come to tell me to stay out?
Missy: why the fuck. and you're friends with trenton, are you? WHY why why why.
Sawa: hey, trenton's a cool guy.
Missy: oh yeah i'm sure you get along all nice. since he broke my heart and you've ripped it out too. no. no.. i cant take that.
Sawa: from my point of view... i think you broke your own heart.
Missy: i dont care what you have to say. i just cant believe this.
Sawa: then why are you talking to me?
Missy: to find out if it was true
Sawa: and you've continued talking.
Missy signed off at 4:30:22 PM.
Missy's Journal: DELETED.
Hm.
Hmhmhmhm.
Hehehaha.
Hahahahaha...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Aw, jeez you guys, you don't need to be THAT supportive and complimentary. :D
You're a headache in a suitcase
You're a star
Anyway. Steve bought a digital camera, this being almost four days after I went on a miniature tirade about not having a decent camera to take to school so I can show all of you fabulous people my life. I'm surprised. It's a Canon something or other, I didn't ask. I'm just excited to have another catalyst for my visual fetish.
Sawa and Tony *sit down on opposite sides of Julie and begin talking about his newspaper article*
Julie: ...*blogs a little* ...*stares intently at screen*
Tony: Blah blah guaranteed me a position in the next paper blah.
Julie: Well, I'm going to go and say goodbye to everyone now. *logs out*
Tony: Haven't you said goodbye to everyone though?
Julie: Not everyone.
Tony: Aren't you going to say goodbye to Adrienne?
Julie: *with her back to me* Oh, I don't give a crap about her. She's the scourge of the earth. *begins to walk away*
Sawa: Love you too, Julie! *kissy noises*
I AM 50-75% ADDICTED TO JESUS!
Your addiction to Jesus is PURELY sexual. You don't love Jesus for his SOUL, you love him for his BODY.
Julie: ...*blogs a little* ...*stares intently at screen*
Tony: Blah blah guaranteed me a position in the next paper blah.
Julie: Well, I'm going to go and say goodbye to everyone now. *logs out*
Tony: Haven't you said goodbye to everyone though?
Julie: Not everyone.
Tony: Aren't you going to say goodbye to Adrienne?
Julie: *with her back to me* Oh, I don't give a crap about her. She's the scourge of the earth. *begins to walk away*
Sawa: Love you too, Julie! *kissy noises*
I AM 50-75% ADDICTED TO JESUS!
Your addiction to Jesus is PURELY sexual. You don't love Jesus for his SOUL, you love him for his BODY.
5.13.2003
The group projects that we're doing in Chemistry are made up of 20% confusion, 40% ambiguity, 25% research and 30% me. Me, for I will be the one making the website, as everyone else in our group doesn't even know what HTML stands for. Shit, I don't even know who all is IN my group, let alone what we're doing or how we're going to do it. All I know is that research is not in my hands, for I will be the one up all three nights before our presentation, crunching code and sucking down soda.
Those nights are going to be interesting.
Those nights are going to be interesting.
5.12.2003
James: hi there
Sawa: ...*stares*
James: *waves nervously*
Sawa: WHY DIDN'T YOU COME
James: long and upsetting story. mainly the fact that I became quite chicken shit and didn't get out of work that day
Sawa: saa, atashi wa ZUTTO o matta! YOU COULD'VE CALLED ME
James: so you can hate me if you want. because I deserve it.
Sawa: what happened?
James: just got stuck working and I forgot to call
Sawa: ._.
James: then didn't call because I thought you would be pissed and would call me when you didn't hate me anymore
Sawa: >.< i figured you'd call on your own time. :\ as i didn't want to have to speak to your mother again. D:
James: I see. your mother creates great distress in my heart as well.
Sawa: she likes you :\
James: really???
Sawa: YES. it's weird, i've been talking about you a lot today o.O and here you are.
James: well it's fate
Sawa: waiting for you got me into more than enough trouble with jade and other things.
James: sorry. I'm an ass. I do on the other hand feel like an idiot.
Sawa: it's okay. as i adore you so that seems to make EVERYTHING okay.
James: LOVE
Sawa: yes, love.
James: awwwwwwww.
Sawa: *oozes onto him and wraps herself around one arm*
James: *HUG*
Sawa: EE! *hug* josiah :3 AND JAMES. YAY *glomps*
James: *FALLS*
Sawa: :D
So James is back. Squee. :3
Sawa: ...*stares*
James: *waves nervously*
Sawa: WHY DIDN'T YOU COME
James: long and upsetting story. mainly the fact that I became quite chicken shit and didn't get out of work that day
Sawa: saa, atashi wa ZUTTO o matta! YOU COULD'VE CALLED ME
James: so you can hate me if you want. because I deserve it.
Sawa: what happened?
James: just got stuck working and I forgot to call
Sawa: ._.
James: then didn't call because I thought you would be pissed and would call me when you didn't hate me anymore
Sawa: >.< i figured you'd call on your own time. :\ as i didn't want to have to speak to your mother again. D:
James: I see. your mother creates great distress in my heart as well.
Sawa: she likes you :\
James: really???
Sawa: YES. it's weird, i've been talking about you a lot today o.O and here you are.
James: well it's fate
Sawa: waiting for you got me into more than enough trouble with jade and other things.
James: sorry. I'm an ass. I do on the other hand feel like an idiot.
Sawa: it's okay. as i adore you so that seems to make EVERYTHING okay.
James: LOVE
Sawa: yes, love.
James: awwwwwwww.
Sawa: *oozes onto him and wraps herself around one arm*
James: *HUG*
Sawa: EE! *hug* josiah :3 AND JAMES. YAY *glomps*
James: *FALLS*
Sawa: :D
So James is back. Squee. :3
June of last year:
Sawa: Colorado.
Missa: *buzz* Sex.
Sawa: Glad to see we associate the entire state with fornication.
It's a pleasure to reject this distance
So light up the cassettes
All of the amateurs are cancelled out
For listening for the dulcet sounds
Of the new children's coterie
Safely singing in the rotary
"We all reject for pleasure.
We all reject for pleasure."
Then we swing
Right time
Wrong face
I can not deny my own sweet taste
This city owns me
No wonder I like Q And Not U, Fugazi's Ian McKaye is part of it. [/emo]
Sawa: Colorado.
Missa: *buzz* Sex.
Sawa: Glad to see we associate the entire state with fornication.
It's a pleasure to reject this distance
So light up the cassettes
All of the amateurs are cancelled out
For listening for the dulcet sounds
Of the new children's coterie
Safely singing in the rotary
"We all reject for pleasure.
We all reject for pleasure."
Then we swing
Right time
Wrong face
I can not deny my own sweet taste
This city owns me
No wonder I like Q And Not U, Fugazi's Ian McKaye is part of it. [/emo]
5.11.2003
Every day I love him just a little bit more
A little bit more
A little bit more
Every day I love him just a little bit more
And he loves me the same
Every day I love her just a little bit more
A little bit more
A little bit more
Every day I love her just a little bit more
And she loves me the same
Baby if you wanna get on
Oh, baby if you wanna get off
It makes no sense at all
And I saw red
Saw red
I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead
Every day I wake up just a little bit more
Feeling like a dog out in the yard
Because it's just how we are
And every day I wonder if it's over
When I wake up I realize no it isn't
And break down the wall
You say it's black but I can't believe you
And if you say it's white I say you're trying to deceive me
And baby I'm aware of the high and the low
And I'll be waiting in the middle
But I just lack control
Baby if you wanna get low
Oh, baby if you wanna get high
It makes no sense at all
And I saw red
Saw red
Saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead
Girls don't go crazy
Girls don't go crazy
Oh girls don't crazy when men use you
Women hold your men tight
If it makes you feel right
It's your own life
A little bit more
A little bit more
Every day I love him just a little bit more
And he loves me the same
Every day I love her just a little bit more
A little bit more
A little bit more
Every day I love her just a little bit more
And she loves me the same
Baby if you wanna get on
Oh, baby if you wanna get off
It makes no sense at all
And I saw red
Saw red
I saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead
Every day I wake up just a little bit more
Feeling like a dog out in the yard
Because it's just how we are
And every day I wonder if it's over
When I wake up I realize no it isn't
And break down the wall
You say it's black but I can't believe you
And if you say it's white I say you're trying to deceive me
And baby I'm aware of the high and the low
And I'll be waiting in the middle
But I just lack control
Baby if you wanna get low
Oh, baby if you wanna get high
It makes no sense at all
And I saw red
Saw red
Saw red
One more secret lover that I shot dead
Girls don't go crazy
Girls don't go crazy
Oh girls don't crazy when men use you
Women hold your men tight
If it makes you feel right
It's your own life
5.10.2003
Sam: I'm always worried something will go wrong if you give into the kinky night.
Sawa: What could go wrong?
Sam: Let's say I'm tied to the bed, and, for examples' sake, I'm blindfolded. Now YOU, standing on the dresser, proceed to crack a whip and yell, "I'm gonna whip you!!!" I say, "Don't hurt me!... But do what you MUST, girl!" You then jump off the dresser and BUST YO' HEAD ON THE CEILING FAN.
Sawa: ...
Sam: Four Hours Later. "HEY!! Where'd you go? The whip cream is drying! The cherries are itchin' me! WOAH!! GET THE CAT!!... WAIT! Leave the cat!"
The English to 12 year old AOLer translator. Hours of mindless fun.
Sawa: What could go wrong?
Sam: Let's say I'm tied to the bed, and, for examples' sake, I'm blindfolded. Now YOU, standing on the dresser, proceed to crack a whip and yell, "I'm gonna whip you!!!" I say, "Don't hurt me!... But do what you MUST, girl!" You then jump off the dresser and BUST YO' HEAD ON THE CEILING FAN.
Sawa: ...
Sam: Four Hours Later. "HEY!! Where'd you go? The whip cream is drying! The cherries are itchin' me! WOAH!! GET THE CAT!!... WAIT! Leave the cat!"
The English to 12 year old AOLer translator. Hours of mindless fun.
5.09.2003
Sawa: Did all of your slavework :P
Mum: Very funny. It's good for you.
Sawa: Yes, chemicals are good for me. MM LEMON. :P
Mum: Tee hee.
Sawa: I wanna go out tonight. :\ Like to eat or some such.
Mum: We're heading out to pick up vance, then we'll come to get you and we go get Mary for dinner. Should be at the house about 6:30-7:00 at the latest.
...I totally forgot my nutty biological grandmother and aunt from my mum's side are coming over for the weekend.
Shite.
Mum: Very funny. It's good for you.
Sawa: Yes, chemicals are good for me. MM LEMON. :P
Mum: Tee hee.
Sawa: I wanna go out tonight. :\ Like to eat or some such.
Mum: We're heading out to pick up vance, then we'll come to get you and we go get Mary for dinner. Should be at the house about 6:30-7:00 at the latest.
...I totally forgot my nutty biological grandmother and aunt from my mum's side are coming over for the weekend.
Shite.
This day.
Never.
Ends.
Christ.
*pulls her barrettes out and shakes her head violently*
Stephanie Martin: ...Uh...
Sawa: *opens her eyes and sits up* What?
Stephanie: Sorry, we're just marvelling at your ability to type without looking.
Sawa: ...You can't?
Stephanie: No. I do lobster fingers. *mimics three-fingered pinchers*
Never.
Ends.
Christ.
*pulls her barrettes out and shakes her head violently*
Stephanie Martin: ...Uh...
Sawa: *opens her eyes and sits up* What?
Stephanie: Sorry, we're just marvelling at your ability to type without looking.
Sawa: ...You can't?
Stephanie: No. I do lobster fingers. *mimics three-fingered pinchers*
“She sank to the parlor floor, attempting ineffectually to rip at her corset. The whalebone stays punching through her paper skin, running crisscross over her elephant ivory ribs. Her dress grew damp, seeping green, leaking ink and absinthe and oil all over. Her throat was parched. Powdered in the glitter of moth wings. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, this is drowning without water. Through the doorway she could see Henry, charming and distant as ever, his bone fingers fucking the keys of the harpsichord, tinkling away her song that she loved so much when she had been ALIVE. Wasn’t she still?”
All the cool kids and their secret meetings.
James: You should come to open mic with me one day. They’d love you.
Jade: That guy you used to date? I know him from open mic.
Kyle: I got these at open mic.
Open mic. Local bands. These things interest me, yes, like they interest you all too, and they drew you to them, nocturnal moths to pretty, cliquey flames. It’s human nature to want to be part of one single entity, to be the same. They do not interest me enough however to want to make the effort to break into the scene you kids keep up. Not enough to want my writing and my taste in music assaulted and spit upon, because here, your art scene and your music scene are one. In Olympia, things are much the same. In Astoria, things are much the same. The Northwest’s musical AIDS, but the only thing that dies when you catch this bug is your sense of up and down.
Have you noticed, you kids from Auburn and Tacoma and Burien and all the second-rate underground scenes, (and you know they’re second-rate because everyone’s striving for the big city scenes), that when you’re finally inside, you don’t know shit about anything that’s going on for split seconds? Try to keep up. Try to know what band everyone’s mentioning. Try to pick out the “poseurs”. You’re in a crowd of perpetually changing people and music and fashion, more faces than a princess cut diamond and always craving what’s next. Hoping this time it’s something good, something moving, something to make you feel like you can breathe.
You can tell me all you like about how this band or that band has transcended the criticism, but you’re wrong. Everyone in this cult is part of the process. You fit where you are and they wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re fueling something at every moment and nothing you can do or say will stop that.
The ones that poison the atmospheres are the people that are trying to build a replacement structured caste system for the one that they left. The honest ones are hard to spot, as everyone’s trying to keep within the same look as other people. It’s all clubs and secret alliance and who belongs and who doesn’t and who sucks and who’s making shit up as they go. I hate the music industry, and I hate the alternatives. All of these things I see coming out of this machine here, the little clips and words and knowing smiles, they lead me to believe that I’m not missing out on much.
No. Not missing out on much at all.
In other news, I have deduced that Kyle is my only ally.
All the cool kids and their secret meetings.
James: You should come to open mic with me one day. They’d love you.
Jade: That guy you used to date? I know him from open mic.
Kyle: I got these at open mic.
Open mic. Local bands. These things interest me, yes, like they interest you all too, and they drew you to them, nocturnal moths to pretty, cliquey flames. It’s human nature to want to be part of one single entity, to be the same. They do not interest me enough however to want to make the effort to break into the scene you kids keep up. Not enough to want my writing and my taste in music assaulted and spit upon, because here, your art scene and your music scene are one. In Olympia, things are much the same. In Astoria, things are much the same. The Northwest’s musical AIDS, but the only thing that dies when you catch this bug is your sense of up and down.
Have you noticed, you kids from Auburn and Tacoma and Burien and all the second-rate underground scenes, (and you know they’re second-rate because everyone’s striving for the big city scenes), that when you’re finally inside, you don’t know shit about anything that’s going on for split seconds? Try to keep up. Try to know what band everyone’s mentioning. Try to pick out the “poseurs”. You’re in a crowd of perpetually changing people and music and fashion, more faces than a princess cut diamond and always craving what’s next. Hoping this time it’s something good, something moving, something to make you feel like you can breathe.
You can tell me all you like about how this band or that band has transcended the criticism, but you’re wrong. Everyone in this cult is part of the process. You fit where you are and they wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re fueling something at every moment and nothing you can do or say will stop that.
The ones that poison the atmospheres are the people that are trying to build a replacement structured caste system for the one that they left. The honest ones are hard to spot, as everyone’s trying to keep within the same look as other people. It’s all clubs and secret alliance and who belongs and who doesn’t and who sucks and who’s making shit up as they go. I hate the music industry, and I hate the alternatives. All of these things I see coming out of this machine here, the little clips and words and knowing smiles, they lead me to believe that I’m not missing out on much.
No. Not missing out on much at all.
In other news, I have deduced that Kyle is my only ally.
5.08.2003
Once upon two weeks ago, I had something to say and I said it. Someone else is saying something too, so listen the fuck up. Don't skim skim skim close. Read it.
Especially you, Jade, even though I know it won't stick.
"People dislike me because I represent the basis for what they fear. I do and think what I want. No, I dont have a closet full of old navy. No, I'm not your blond haired, blue-eyed average Joe. I like to think. I like to read. And so what if I'm original in what I wear? I'm sorry, sometimes I just don't feel like throwing on a pair of Levis and getting lunch at the mall. Sue me.
At school the other day someone called me a freak, just because I have one white iris and one deep green. So what would be normal? Would you prefer to look at me like this? A robot? A service to the future? Fuck you. Don't try to tell me who to be. Faceless, part of the crowd, average. So far to date I have been what you tell me to be - and it's still not good enough.
It's time I wear my insides out. The deviant. The misanthropist. Unaverage. We are all artists. When we become the majority, we will decide who doesn't belong. You think you are an individual because you wear that American Eagle ensemble with stripes and a different shade of blue? No. You are not. How can you be like me? You can't. Be like yourself. Think. Listen. Watch. Do. When your time is up, appreciate those who appreciate you. Fuck the rest.
The other day my friend said to me that he is glad I'm going somewhere in life. Of course, he was sarcastic. But who is going anywhere? And where are they going? What is the goal? The perfect world is an idea, but I have a better one. Live. Those too stupid to do so will fortunately be crushed beneath the wheels of our progress. Get up. Look in the mirror. Do you see yourself in there? Or have you become a billboard? A slave to corporate logos and social conditioning? No. You are not. You are an individual. Act like one."
Especially you, Jade, even though I know it won't stick.
"People dislike me because I represent the basis for what they fear. I do and think what I want. No, I dont have a closet full of old navy. No, I'm not your blond haired, blue-eyed average Joe. I like to think. I like to read. And so what if I'm original in what I wear? I'm sorry, sometimes I just don't feel like throwing on a pair of Levis and getting lunch at the mall. Sue me.
At school the other day someone called me a freak, just because I have one white iris and one deep green. So what would be normal? Would you prefer to look at me like this? A robot? A service to the future? Fuck you. Don't try to tell me who to be. Faceless, part of the crowd, average. So far to date I have been what you tell me to be - and it's still not good enough.
It's time I wear my insides out. The deviant. The misanthropist. Unaverage. We are all artists. When we become the majority, we will decide who doesn't belong. You think you are an individual because you wear that American Eagle ensemble with stripes and a different shade of blue? No. You are not. How can you be like me? You can't. Be like yourself. Think. Listen. Watch. Do. When your time is up, appreciate those who appreciate you. Fuck the rest.
The other day my friend said to me that he is glad I'm going somewhere in life. Of course, he was sarcastic. But who is going anywhere? And where are they going? What is the goal? The perfect world is an idea, but I have a better one. Live. Those too stupid to do so will fortunately be crushed beneath the wheels of our progress. Get up. Look in the mirror. Do you see yourself in there? Or have you become a billboard? A slave to corporate logos and social conditioning? No. You are not. You are an individual. Act like one."
Jhoh: I'm all backed up here. ;-;
Sawa: Aw.
Jhoh: It is sad. :( It is definitely a good reason to feel sorry for me too.
Sawa: I'm not going to blow you.
Jhoh: Darn.
And for the first time since I don't remember when
I felt just like my old bony self again
Ten points to whoever recognizes where that is from.
Sweet and submissive or Hard and Dominant?
Sawa: Aw.
Jhoh: It is sad. :( It is definitely a good reason to feel sorry for me too.
Sawa: I'm not going to blow you.
Jhoh: Darn.
And for the first time since I don't remember when
I felt just like my old bony self again
Ten points to whoever recognizes where that is from.
Sweet and submissive or Hard and Dominant?
I have to answer the phone today, when Sarah from Camp Sealth calls, so she can talk to me about my interview. It was suggested to me that I just call her and skip the waiting. They called it "proactive". I said it sounded like I had to move in order to be "proactive", and if that was the case, no thank you. With this sort of attitude, I imagine I'll never be able to fully function in the real world.
Stephanie Martin and I go over to tease the big fish swimming all alone in his own tank. We tap on the tank side, and he thrashes around in the water and tries to eat our fingers through the glass. If someone left the top screen off just once, he'd jump out and attack our faces, I'm sure.
Stephanie Martin and I go over to tease the big fish swimming all alone in his own tank. We tap on the tank side, and he thrashes around in the water and tries to eat our fingers through the glass. If someone left the top screen off just once, he'd jump out and attack our faces, I'm sure.
Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 19:04:11 +0200
Subject: HELP US
From: "Aduza Charles" globsecom@nomade.fr
Dear friend,
It is a pleasure to acquaint you with this proposal. There is a widow here, Mrs Fatou Dacoury_Tabley, from Ivory Coast. She is a family friend.As a result of the political uprising in Ivory Coast she is presently in Lome Togo seeking for a political assylum. She has has broken down and fell ill for some couple of weeks now.
This woman confided in me, based on the free medical attention, I have been giving to her and her children. She had revealed to me her life history, and told me about her late husband, Benoit Dacoury_Tabley,who was a businessman and an opposition member of the Ivory Coast political party RDR of Allansan Watarra, before he was killed, some weeks ago in the Ivory Coast, capital city of Abidjan, by government military men.
She inherited a fortune from her late husband. She has asked me to find a credible and trustworthy foreign partner for her. She want her inherited fund to be manage and invested by this foreign partner on her behalf in any peacefull country. The total value of the fund is thirty six million US dollars (US$36m).The fund was deposited by her late husband in a safe fiduciary account in Europe through a security company based in Lome - Togo. I wish to find a person for this venture. She has the primary aim of establishing viable business with the money. This actually is the reason she need your assistance with the hope that you will honestly handle the affair to the satisfactory of party. Also, you are requested to help create a safe haven for her and her children, by making a residence arrangement for them in your country.
I am obliged to assist this lady knowing too well that she has a limited knowledge in the business world and as such cannot manage this funds herself. I will need your assurance that you will be able to assist to execute this project without betraying the woman and her children. Thereafter, we shall make plans on how to secured the funds into an account in your name.
Let me assure you that this transaction is 100% hitch and risk free. From my discussion with her, she agreed togive me and you a reasonable amount of percentage for our involvement in this deal. More of this will be made know to you upon the receipt of your quick response.
As she cannot at this time speak on this matter, as a result of the shock experience of her husband death, she has mandated me to be in charge of the negotiation and to report back to her any development.
Please as soon as you receive this message, you should endeavour get back to me through email or this my direct Telephone line. (00228 911 29 11), indicating your interest to assist us in this transaction.
Yours faithfully,
Dr Aduza
Subject: HELP US
From: "Aduza Charles" globsecom@nomade.fr
Dear friend,
It is a pleasure to acquaint you with this proposal. There is a widow here, Mrs Fatou Dacoury_Tabley, from Ivory Coast. She is a family friend.As a result of the political uprising in Ivory Coast she is presently in Lome Togo seeking for a political assylum. She has has broken down and fell ill for some couple of weeks now.
This woman confided in me, based on the free medical attention, I have been giving to her and her children. She had revealed to me her life history, and told me about her late husband, Benoit Dacoury_Tabley,who was a businessman and an opposition member of the Ivory Coast political party RDR of Allansan Watarra, before he was killed, some weeks ago in the Ivory Coast, capital city of Abidjan, by government military men.
She inherited a fortune from her late husband. She has asked me to find a credible and trustworthy foreign partner for her. She want her inherited fund to be manage and invested by this foreign partner on her behalf in any peacefull country. The total value of the fund is thirty six million US dollars (US$36m).The fund was deposited by her late husband in a safe fiduciary account in Europe through a security company based in Lome - Togo. I wish to find a person for this venture. She has the primary aim of establishing viable business with the money. This actually is the reason she need your assistance with the hope that you will honestly handle the affair to the satisfactory of party. Also, you are requested to help create a safe haven for her and her children, by making a residence arrangement for them in your country.
I am obliged to assist this lady knowing too well that she has a limited knowledge in the business world and as such cannot manage this funds herself. I will need your assurance that you will be able to assist to execute this project without betraying the woman and her children. Thereafter, we shall make plans on how to secured the funds into an account in your name.
Let me assure you that this transaction is 100% hitch and risk free. From my discussion with her, she agreed togive me and you a reasonable amount of percentage for our involvement in this deal. More of this will be made know to you upon the receipt of your quick response.
As she cannot at this time speak on this matter, as a result of the shock experience of her husband death, she has mandated me to be in charge of the negotiation and to report back to her any development.
Please as soon as you receive this message, you should endeavour get back to me through email or this my direct Telephone line. (00228 911 29 11), indicating your interest to assist us in this transaction.
Yours faithfully,
Dr Aduza
5.07.2003
Doing research for a paper, I found this in an interview with a man against homosexual marriage:
“Marriage is not just a matter of feelings. It is the specifically defined legal, social, economic and spiritual union of a man and a woman. The two sexes must be present for it to be marriage. If that definition is radically altered based on the "feelings" of those in other relationships, then the sky is the limit. There is no logical reason for not letting several people marry, or for gutting other requirements, such as minimum age, blood relative status or even the limitation of the relationship to human beings.
“Various social movements have succeeded because they were in accord with natural law and the basic precepts of the moral code. Homosexuality has never been considered morally good, and it is a quantum leap from ending slavery to saying that homosexuality must now be considered good, healthy and worthy of state-protected benefits. Homosexuals enjoy all the rights every other citizen already has--they can vote, own property, etc.--but they cannot claim special treatment beyond those rights. Anytime they achieve that, they threaten the civil rights of those who disagree with them.”
Radical alteration? Hah. The only thing different between heterosexual love and homosexual love is the fact that one of the partners is the same sex as the other, rather than the other sex. Doesn’t this white Christian male know how marriage first began, let alone how long homosexual marriage has been around? (If you’re wondering, since 2500 B.C.)
There was no ”institution” of marriage, no rules made up by different religious persuasions. Two people in love that wanted to make a (supposedly) permanent bond between them got married and that was that. Why are people fundamentally against divorce? Why are people fundamentally against marriage? Because it conflicted with what they were told was right. Marriage in and of itself is a celebration of the relationship sans social standards. Religion had made marriage into what it is today, and rules have no place within the bounds of love.
Allowing homosexual marriage would not impose upon civil rights; nothing short of retracting a civil liberty would impose upon anyone’s civil rights. The allowance of heterosexual marriage isn’t in the constitution, so why does it happen? This entire argument is all based upon assumed “norms” and opinions.
The marriage of homosexual people being denied is no different than the denial of slaves marrying free people, or white people, during the 18th and 19th centuries. Cross-racial marriages offended because the people who found fault with it were told and taught that races should be separate. People then didn’t consider racially diverse marriages to be “in accord with natural law.” They considered it wrong and immoral and unnatural, the same thing he thinks of homosexual marriages.
Right now the social movements to overthrow laws against homosexual marriages are at their core overthrowing the hold religion has over love. Of course a lot of people would have a problem with that! Religion and upbringing makes a great deal of the man or woman. But religion changes, and social stigma changes, and soon enough this man’s grandchildren will be accepting of homosexual marriage, and dead-set against something else.
...I believe I've just written my paper.
“Marriage is not just a matter of feelings. It is the specifically defined legal, social, economic and spiritual union of a man and a woman. The two sexes must be present for it to be marriage. If that definition is radically altered based on the "feelings" of those in other relationships, then the sky is the limit. There is no logical reason for not letting several people marry, or for gutting other requirements, such as minimum age, blood relative status or even the limitation of the relationship to human beings.
“Various social movements have succeeded because they were in accord with natural law and the basic precepts of the moral code. Homosexuality has never been considered morally good, and it is a quantum leap from ending slavery to saying that homosexuality must now be considered good, healthy and worthy of state-protected benefits. Homosexuals enjoy all the rights every other citizen already has--they can vote, own property, etc.--but they cannot claim special treatment beyond those rights. Anytime they achieve that, they threaten the civil rights of those who disagree with them.”
Radical alteration? Hah. The only thing different between heterosexual love and homosexual love is the fact that one of the partners is the same sex as the other, rather than the other sex. Doesn’t this white Christian male know how marriage first began, let alone how long homosexual marriage has been around? (If you’re wondering, since 2500 B.C.)
There was no ”institution” of marriage, no rules made up by different religious persuasions. Two people in love that wanted to make a (supposedly) permanent bond between them got married and that was that. Why are people fundamentally against divorce? Why are people fundamentally against marriage? Because it conflicted with what they were told was right. Marriage in and of itself is a celebration of the relationship sans social standards. Religion had made marriage into what it is today, and rules have no place within the bounds of love.
Allowing homosexual marriage would not impose upon civil rights; nothing short of retracting a civil liberty would impose upon anyone’s civil rights. The allowance of heterosexual marriage isn’t in the constitution, so why does it happen? This entire argument is all based upon assumed “norms” and opinions.
The marriage of homosexual people being denied is no different than the denial of slaves marrying free people, or white people, during the 18th and 19th centuries. Cross-racial marriages offended because the people who found fault with it were told and taught that races should be separate. People then didn’t consider racially diverse marriages to be “in accord with natural law.” They considered it wrong and immoral and unnatural, the same thing he thinks of homosexual marriages.
Right now the social movements to overthrow laws against homosexual marriages are at their core overthrowing the hold religion has over love. Of course a lot of people would have a problem with that! Religion and upbringing makes a great deal of the man or woman. But religion changes, and social stigma changes, and soon enough this man’s grandchildren will be accepting of homosexual marriage, and dead-set against something else.
...I believe I've just written my paper.
5.06.2003
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 46.7% When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself | 60.5% |
| Shamelessness | 76.2% Has yet to see self in mirror | 76% |
| Sex Drive | 63.2% A fool for love, but not always | 74.1% |
| Straightness | 44.6% Done the nasty, but not creatively | 39% |
| Gayness | 33.9% At least one weekend of ecstacy | 77.9% |
| Fucking Sick | 86.7% Refreshingly normal | 87.2% |
| You are 58.31% pure Average Score: 68.5% | ||
There's this girl that's beyond large in my psych class. She sits in front and to the left of me, and wears shirts that are too short. I spend a quarter of the period staring in horror at the resulting exposed pasty flesh.
Amanda Ney.
One of the other girls that sits around me was absent today.
I desperately wanted to ask if she had eaten her.
Amanda Ney.
One of the other girls that sits around me was absent today.
I desperately wanted to ask if she had eaten her.
5.05.2003
V=(.5bh)(h)
V=(.5[6]8)20
V=480 cm cubed
V=(pi[r{r}])h
V=(pi[72.25])8
V=(227)8
V=1816 ft cubed
V=(.5bh)(h)
V=(.5[4.9]5)12
V=(.5[24.5])12
V=12.25(12)
V=147 m cubed
I am salad. The lunch I didn't have.
She's running at the mouth, honey dijon words all over us leafy disciples. I am the Judas of these apostles, staring up at the ceiling, counting dot-dot-dashes of Morse code indented into the hanging panels. I've finished two books already, I'm bored. Doing something no one else thought to do, Mrs. Saarenas, instead of simple volumes and ABC squares. I'll do the Geometry in my head.
Did you know Pythagoras was superstitious?
Make a right triangle of a hundred dots and nine dashes and replicate it to fit inside the rectangle.
t = triangle
q = dot
y = dash
x = panel
v = vent
f = lighting fixture
Hypothesis:
t = 100q + 9y
50t = 50 * 100x + 50 * 9y
x = 5000q + 450y
16(7.25)x - 16f - 3v = 97x
97x * 5000q = 485000q
97x * 450y = 4850y
What a productive waste of time.
V=(.5[6]8)20
V=480 cm cubed
V=(pi[r{r}])h
V=(pi[72.25])8
V=(227)8
V=1816 ft cubed
V=(.5bh)(h)
V=(.5[4.9]5)12
V=(.5[24.5])12
V=12.25(12)
V=147 m cubed
I am salad. The lunch I didn't have.
She's running at the mouth, honey dijon words all over us leafy disciples. I am the Judas of these apostles, staring up at the ceiling, counting dot-dot-dashes of Morse code indented into the hanging panels. I've finished two books already, I'm bored. Doing something no one else thought to do, Mrs. Saarenas, instead of simple volumes and ABC squares. I'll do the Geometry in my head.
Did you know Pythagoras was superstitious?
Make a right triangle of a hundred dots and nine dashes and replicate it to fit inside the rectangle.
t = triangle
q = dot
y = dash
x = panel
v = vent
f = lighting fixture
Hypothesis:
t = 100q + 9y
50t = 50 * 100x + 50 * 9y
x = 5000q + 450y
16(7.25)x - 16f - 3v = 97x
97x * 5000q = 485000q
97x * 450y = 4850y
What a productive waste of time.
Will: You've abandoned us.
Sawa: I have not.
Fuuma: She did.
Sawa: Shut up, Fuuma.
Max: How could you?
Afton: She does it all the time.
November: Hey, at least she finished your storyline...
Afton: No, she really didn't, she just raped it for pieces to insert into other stories.
Cy: How come so many people have no names?
Kotsu: She doesn't need to name all of them. Some of them don't live in her head.
November: Some don't live here?
Lexan: Ugh. -_- Newbie.
November: Watch your mouth, fag.
Kotsu: Oh, fuck you, November. No one likes you.
Cy: *puts an arm around Afton protectively* None of that language around the kid.
Afton: I'm not a fucking child. Get OFF of me. *pulls away*
Fuuma: See what happens when you leave? I suggest you not do it again.
Sawa: ._. *leaves*
Will: We deserved that one.
November: YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE WITH ALL OF THEM.
Lexan: Oh yes she can.
Afton: I hope she never finishes Misdirection. No offense Will.
Will: None taken. Even though I don't understand why all of this is happening.
Sawa: *pokes her head in* By the way, Josiah's back.
Everyone: ..*shocked into silence*
Sawa: I have not.
Fuuma: She did.
Sawa: Shut up, Fuuma.
Max: How could you?
Afton: She does it all the time.
November: Hey, at least she finished your storyline...
Afton: No, she really didn't, she just raped it for pieces to insert into other stories.
Cy: How come so many people have no names?
Kotsu: She doesn't need to name all of them. Some of them don't live in her head.
November: Some don't live here?
Lexan: Ugh. -_- Newbie.
November: Watch your mouth, fag.
Kotsu: Oh, fuck you, November. No one likes you.
Cy: *puts an arm around Afton protectively* None of that language around the kid.
Afton: I'm not a fucking child. Get OFF of me. *pulls away*
Fuuma: See what happens when you leave? I suggest you not do it again.
Sawa: ._. *leaves*
Will: We deserved that one.
November: YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE WITH ALL OF THEM.
Lexan: Oh yes she can.
Afton: I hope she never finishes Misdirection. No offense Will.
Will: None taken. Even though I don't understand why all of this is happening.
Sawa: *pokes her head in* By the way, Josiah's back.
Everyone: ..*shocked into silence*
5.04.2003
Tony: Damn... I'm getting a domain, but I dunno what to make the URL.
Sawa: www.iwanttosexheather.com Girls love those subtle hints. :D
Tony: NUUU. *glare*
Sawa: XD!
Tony: She'd kill me or something.
Sawa: OR SEX YOU. :O
Tony: But then she'd lose her principle. That'd be bad.
Sawa: How is losing prinicples bad? Especially when it results in sexing?
Tony: lol ^^;;
Sawa: I THOUGHT SO
Also, Merry Birthmas Sean. :D
Sawa: www.iwanttosexheather.com Girls love those subtle hints. :D
Tony: NUUU. *glare*
Sawa: XD!
Tony: She'd kill me or something.
Sawa: OR SEX YOU. :O
Tony: But then she'd lose her principle. That'd be bad.
Sawa: How is losing prinicples bad? Especially when it results in sexing?
Tony: lol ^^;;
Sawa: I THOUGHT SO
Also, Merry Birthmas Sean. :D
Who was kissing foreign fishes that flew right out from his hands
It rained today, while I was asleep and dreaming like my brain was hyperventilating, and is still raining.
And watched the fires that were reaching the weather vanes and the tops of trees
My tree is gone. :|
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window display
It's colored chalk goo on the driveway.
And a nice drive in the country finds a nice cliff to drop off
YAY FOR ART! :D
Cause with a match that's mean and some gasoline you won't see me anymore
It rained today, while I was asleep and dreaming like my brain was hyperventilating, and is still raining.
And watched the fires that were reaching the weather vanes and the tops of trees
My tree is gone. :|
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window display
It's colored chalk goo on the driveway.
And a nice drive in the country finds a nice cliff to drop off
YAY FOR ART! :D
Cause with a match that's mean and some gasoline you won't see me anymore
5.03.2003
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
...I thought "Gluttonous" said "Gutterslut"...
Hiro: Q-Quatre?
Tohma: No.
Hiro: Coulda fooled me.
Tohma: Who?
Quatre: Me!
Hiro: Tohma?
Quatre: No, I'm Quatre.
Tohma: I'M Tohma.
Hiro: My head just exploded.
Tohma: Quatre, get the hell back into your own anime.
Quatre: Sorry. *leaves*
Hiro: But Quatre's still here!
Tohma: I'm Tohma, you fuck.
Shuichi: Look! I'm a banana!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Extreme |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Extreme |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
...I thought "Gluttonous" said "Gutterslut"...
Hiro: Q-Quatre?
Tohma: No.
Hiro: Coulda fooled me.
Tohma: Who?
Quatre: Me!
Hiro: Tohma?
Quatre: No, I'm Quatre.
Tohma: I'M Tohma.
Hiro: My head just exploded.
Tohma: Quatre, get the hell back into your own anime.
Quatre: Sorry. *leaves*
Hiro: But Quatre's still here!
Tohma: I'm Tohma, you fuck.
Shuichi: Look! I'm a banana!
Sawa: *runs around like a maniac* Runninglaterunninglaterunninglate...
Steve: ...*watches her run back and forth*
Sawa: Ready? Ready. Okay. Okay. Let's go. *explodes out the side door*
At the casino...
Sawa: *takes elevator up to conference room* :D *steps out*
300 people: *mill about*
Sawa: ... :O
Flyer: YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Sawa: ._. *leaves*
So now I'm bouncing around the room with my shirt unbuttoned, eating a huge plate of mashed potatoes.
This is so much better than work.
Steve: ...*watches her run back and forth*
Sawa: Ready? Ready. Okay. Okay. Let's go. *explodes out the side door*
At the casino...
Sawa: *takes elevator up to conference room* :D *steps out*
300 people: *mill about*
Sawa: ... :O
Flyer: YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Sawa: ._. *leaves*
So now I'm bouncing around the room with my shirt unbuttoned, eating a huge plate of mashed potatoes.
This is so much better than work.
5.02.2003
Sawa: The question is, does this make me a bad person, or them a stupid one?
Chris: Both.
Sawa: Fabulous.
Chris: You, mostly because you said you were going to stop being mean.
Sawa: Did I really say that?
Chris: You did.
Sawa: Huh.
Chris: I didn't take it very seriously though.
Good thing, that.
Chris: You're like a sinister spider at the center of an intricate web OF DEATH.
Sawa: AHAHAHAHAHA.
Chris: I must admit, not only do you have my admiration, for I admire evil... Yess...evil... How's Alexis?
Sawa: She has a.. horse. That she... rides.
Chris: A...horse... That she...rides... -Arches an eyebrow, sips vodka- -Offers vodka?-
Sawa: *partakes* So much stress. -_- Tomorrow, a job interview.
Chris: A job interview?
Sawa: Yes. Which means no lip ring to fiddle with nervously.
Chris: ...Wait...a horse?
Chris: Both.
Sawa: Fabulous.
Chris: You, mostly because you said you were going to stop being mean.
Sawa: Did I really say that?
Chris: You did.
Sawa: Huh.
Chris: I didn't take it very seriously though.
Good thing, that.
Chris: You're like a sinister spider at the center of an intricate web OF DEATH.
Sawa: AHAHAHAHAHA.
Chris: I must admit, not only do you have my admiration, for I admire evil... Yess...evil... How's Alexis?
Sawa: She has a.. horse. That she... rides.
Chris: A...horse... That she...rides... -Arches an eyebrow, sips vodka- -Offers vodka?-
Sawa: *partakes* So much stress. -_- Tomorrow, a job interview.
Chris: A job interview?
Sawa: Yes. Which means no lip ring to fiddle with nervously.
Chris: ...Wait...a horse?
On a string I was held
The way that I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it is always right with the music
(Til all that swaying starts to make you sick)
For a song I was bought
Now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue cards
Onto a stage I was pushed
With my sorrow well rehearsed
So give me all your pity and your money now
(We used to think that sound was something pure)
But if I could act like this was my real life
And not some cage where I've been placed
Then I could tell you the truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake
Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes
In a house by myself
I hear the ice start to melt
And I watch rooftops weep for the sunlight
And I know what must change
Fuck my face, fuck my name
They are brief and false advertisements
For a soul I don't have
Something true I have lacked
And spent my whole life trying to make up for
[/experiment]
New skill acquired: Ability to fix flipflops with pen.
Food day thing went fine. Then I realize we have Music Friday in Psych today. This means more food. So I had a few bites of generic pastry, a smidge of my own coffee, Mountain Dew, two kinds of juices, a truffle, and a bagel with cream cheese over the course of two hours for breakfast.
Needless to say, I gave my donut to Shasta and spent my lunch hour checking my e-mail.
When I got home, I had a cookie and cereal and soda and yogurt. Everything I ate today was in small enough amounts that I'm still kind of hungry, though, so I'm having ramen right now.
Oog. :|
The way that I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it is always right with the music
(Til all that swaying starts to make you sick)
For a song I was bought
Now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue cards
Onto a stage I was pushed
With my sorrow well rehearsed
So give me all your pity and your money now
(We used to think that sound was something pure)
But if I could act like this was my real life
And not some cage where I've been placed
Then I could tell you the truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake
Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes
In a house by myself
I hear the ice start to melt
And I watch rooftops weep for the sunlight
And I know what must change
Fuck my face, fuck my name
They are brief and false advertisements
For a soul I don't have
Something true I have lacked
And spent my whole life trying to make up for
[/experiment]
New skill acquired: Ability to fix flipflops with pen.
Food day thing went fine. Then I realize we have Music Friday in Psych today. This means more food. So I had a few bites of generic pastry, a smidge of my own coffee, Mountain Dew, two kinds of juices, a truffle, and a bagel with cream cheese over the course of two hours for breakfast.
Needless to say, I gave my donut to Shasta and spent my lunch hour checking my e-mail.
When I got home, I had a cookie and cereal and soda and yogurt. Everything I ate today was in small enough amounts that I'm still kind of hungry, though, so I'm having ramen right now.
Oog. :|
"Blah blah cutting blah blah endorphins blah blah obvious places blah blah cry for help.
I'm reminded of the time when I was 15, sitting naked on the toilet waiting for the damned knobless shower to produce some water atleast slightly less frigid than Hillary Clinton's cunny. I reached over to my boots on the floor and pulled out a spike made from 3/8 stock (ah, the innocence of youth!) and rather casually stabbed myself in the thigh.
You know, some people like jello shots and some people like whiskey in a mason jar. Maybe it should have occured to you pioneers of humanitarian science that some of us just plain old enjoy pain. After all it's not the pain that really hurts, it's the fear of pain. Now tell me we should drug and analyze and violate the lives of every man woman and child who's ever ridden a rollercoaster, jumped out of an airplane, driven fast, or fucked a girl on her parents' bed."
Sam: Tony have Driver's Ed tonight?
Sawa: Fuck if I know.
Sam: Pssh. You know everything.
Sawa: You're right. Yes, he does.
Sam: ...XD Needed to act ignorant for a minute, there?
Sawa: To keep up appearances.
I'm reminded of the time when I was 15, sitting naked on the toilet waiting for the damned knobless shower to produce some water atleast slightly less frigid than Hillary Clinton's cunny. I reached over to my boots on the floor and pulled out a spike made from 3/8 stock (ah, the innocence of youth!) and rather casually stabbed myself in the thigh.
You know, some people like jello shots and some people like whiskey in a mason jar. Maybe it should have occured to you pioneers of humanitarian science that some of us just plain old enjoy pain. After all it's not the pain that really hurts, it's the fear of pain. Now tell me we should drug and analyze and violate the lives of every man woman and child who's ever ridden a rollercoaster, jumped out of an airplane, driven fast, or fucked a girl on her parents' bed."
Sam: Tony have Driver's Ed tonight?
Sawa: Fuck if I know.
Sam: Pssh. You know everything.
Sawa: You're right. Yes, he does.
Sam: ...XD Needed to act ignorant for a minute, there?
Sawa: To keep up appearances.
5.01.2003
Sawa: agh, blogger ate my post ;_; oh well. did you know they're remaking kagome?
Jade: lol...poor....sawa..-trails off-... *screams*
LOL
Local explody fun.
I didn't hear it. No one heard it. If they were to light a match right now, Jade's house would explode. *laughs hysterically*
I got hungry. So I went to KFC. And then I went and got key lime pie yogurt. And then I got on the freeway and messed around. This isn't just freedom, this is empowerment. My insane side salivates at the thought.
Yeah, so they're remaking Kagome in America. Not only that, but they're trying to get Wes Craven to direct the remake of Ringu 2. This makes me one sad panda. ...*flails arms around like crazy half-naked woman in Kagome* You guys have no idea how bad that movie was. ._.
Jade: lol...poor....sawa..-trails off-... *screams*
LOL
Local explody fun.
I didn't hear it. No one heard it. If they were to light a match right now, Jade's house would explode. *laughs hysterically*
I got hungry. So I went to KFC. And then I went and got key lime pie yogurt. And then I got on the freeway and messed around. This isn't just freedom, this is empowerment. My insane side salivates at the thought.
Yeah, so they're remaking Kagome in America. Not only that, but they're trying to get Wes Craven to direct the remake of Ringu 2. This makes me one sad panda. ...*flails arms around like crazy half-naked woman in Kagome* You guys have no idea how bad that movie was. ._.
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