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Dec. 7th, 2005 @ 08:49 pm
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Oct. 7th, 2004 @ 05:06 pm
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It's very hard for me to put my thoughts in a coherent order right now.
Even more so to explain what's going on.
It seems like, every time I think something good could happen, something a thousand times worse has to happen instead.
Most of the things I care about are gone or are going to be gone. All I have left is my mom and my stupid, worthless little imaginings.
Last night I was thinking as I started to drift off to sleep and it decided to turn into a dream.
I thought I was back in my room in the trailer with my stuff, and woke up.
Megan was there, and the dogs, and it was the morning a few days ago when the sheriff came to kick us out, except he didn't.
But I opened my eyes and it was just the curtian of the motel with the lights from outside seeping through the corners, and that little happy place wouldn't come back again.
I know I'm depressing and it feels sappy to say anything at all.
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I'm hungry.
I'm bored.
The air conditioner at our house is fucked up.
We still have no cable or intarnet.
We still have no money to pay the rent.
My dogs keep getting into my room.
Megan is not here, because of giant swirling rainstorms and the fact that I live in a trailer.
The hurricane did nothing except knock over trees and get my feet really, really wet.
One of said trees squished Dan's neighbor's trailer. I haven't seen it yet but apparently it owns.
I did not sleep last night. I did, however, sleep profusely this morning.
Dan's mom's friend gave me a computer and a box of spare parts and asked if I could fix it so that it works and whatnot, with my reward for doing so being any of the parts that I don't use. Currently, for whatever reason, most of the cords refuse to plug into where they are supposed to go, and my big boy-hands don't like to cooperate with me much either.
I can't find my portfolio. Seriously. There's important crap in there.
I finally re-beat that stupid spider in Devil May Cry. I hate that thing. The thing immediately after that kicked my ass, though.
I'm not allowed to finish re-playing FFIX until Megan comes back.
I could be playing RE0 but I can't figure out which save game is mine.
I could also be playing Silent Hill 2 but the Xbox is in Dan's game room and he's playing it right now.
I could be playing Eternal Darkness, the greatest game ever created, but Shannon never picked me up today.
I called both her numbers. One said it was disconnected and the other, her cell, redirected me to voicemail.
I suck at leaving voice messages.
I was supposed to go to Shannon's place, stay over, and babysit tomorrow.
There's no school tomorrow. But that doesn't matter because I haven't gone yet this semester anyway.
Megan never got online today. I'd call her except I was waiting for her to get online.
And she didn't.
And it's two in the morning, so I can't call her. Actually, I could, but I'd feel like a crazy stalker.
Apparrently half the county is without power. Or was this morning when I actually paid attention to the news.
The news is boring.
One of my favorite artists isn't going to be posting art anymore, apparrently.
That really leaves me with nothing to look forward to when I log into DeviantArt.
There goes checking the site once a day.
Jesus, this is getting long. It'd be a lot shorter if it were all one block of text.
I like these short little sentences, though; they let me say what's on my mind without worrying about contingency or me going off on a tangent.
I'm probably going back to our place.
That's just crap that was on my mind.I feel: :  disappointed Listening to: : The air conditioner? |
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Things I found while half-assedly cleaning my floor:
scissors
pencils
a small plate
several two-lieter bottles of soda
lots and lots of underwear that I haven't seen in months
a metal ruler to beat anyone who thinks the last item is funny
some clothes that I haven't seen in months either
various candles
books I never quite read
a book I did read (and need to return to megan)
the calculator I bought for math class and immediately lost
an atari cartridge (centipede!)
some a/v cables
an empty makeup bag
a tape of that old mortal kombat cartoon
the box to sonic 2
a ball of strangely squishy, sweet-smelling wax
blankets that were apparrently saving my feet from stepping on any of this shit
a book with a story I was writing and drawings that I did in like seventh grade that make me cringe
various other things
more underwear. seriously, I'll never run out again as long as I live.
no one really cares but I'm bored and slacking off wonderfully.I feel: :  bored Listening to: : Billy Talent - Voices of Violence |
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wraaa.
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Aug. 23rd, 2004 @ 04:06 pm
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If I have one more dream with influences that I can trace to Badru, I'm tying the pain in the ass up and leaving him on Forgotten's lawn.
Maybe I'm just grasping for associations here. But my dreams have had way too many things in them lately that are obviously symbols for something. If I could only figure out what the message was...
...on a lighter note, here's a random thingie.
I feel: : bored Listening to: : Nobuo Uematsu - Golbeza Clad in the Dark |
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I had a dream and I remember three things that are easy to look up in a dream dictionary... bees, lizards, snakes...
" Dreaming of bees, symbolizes good luck, harmony, and bliss. Bees are also symbolic of work and industry. "
"Seeing a lizard in your dream means your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded."
"Seeing a snake or be bitten by one in your dream means hidden fears and worries that are threatening you. Your dream may be alerting you to something in your waking life that you are not aware of or that has not yet surfaced. The snake may also be seen as phallic and thus symbolize dangerous and forbidden sexuality. The snake may also refer to a person around you who is callous, ruthless, and can't be trusted. As a positive symbol, snakes represent transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive changes."
or the latter two could be Badru not shutting the hell up and sitting in the corner like I told him to. But I remember one of the snakes bit me.. and someone said something about a cobra but it didn't look like one... so I wasn't sure if I was poisoned or not, but I was still walking around.. something else was going on besides all the easily lookupable animals, but I don't remember what it was.... and the whole thing was in first person, so I'm not quite sure who I was(since I didn't get a good look at myself)... I didn't have dots on my arms..
Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 03:17 pm
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It's a hurricane! We're all gonna die! Teh nature is chasing me!
Anyway. *wanders off*
Aug. 13th, 2004 @ 04:29 pm
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Ah.. Gotta wait.
I hate waiting.
I'll be in New York City in like... hours.
I wish I had a laptop. I'm going to have to content myself with drawing more useless pictures and staring at the Angel Sanctuary artbook. I think my CD player is out of batteries. My gameboy might have some bare life left in it, but.. Hmm.
I've never been on a plane before.
I'm scared, hold me! ^^;
Jul. 30th, 2004 @ 04:13 am
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Grar.
I'm moving to Seattle.
I don't have a rant to type up. I'm tired of ranting. As long as I know where I'll be in two months, I'm fine with it.
Just fyi on these kind of things.
Jul. 29th, 2004 @ 04:00 pm
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Haha, to top this all off today the apartments left a notice between our doorknob and the frame that fell out when I opened the door.
It claims that if we don't pay up by '5:00 tomorrow' that they're coming here and they're going to wrench the money out of our hands or throw us out.
It also claims that it's the 25th.
And that the note is to someone named "Marx Bergquist" .. Not only does Mark not live here anymore, but they spelled his name wrong.
I want to write on the note that they need to buy a fucking calandar, and then go drop it in the rent drop box, but my mom said not to make things worse.
That and Belle now thinks she's probably not coming with us to OK. We thought we were going to have all this help and now it's back to me and my mom trying to do this all on our own.
My mom, as an aside, is getting more and more angry at her work; she has a major back problem and she's just in pain all the time, and the doctor said it -might- be work related (it's not, she's had that problem before) and so she has to see the -work- doctor.
But no one knows who this alleged work doctor is or how to arrange to see them. What. The fuck.
She said that she's so frustrated that we may leave early. She's asked her ex-husband back in OK if we could possibly stay with him for a while until she finds her own place. She said if he says yes, then we're leaving a lot sooner. She hasn't said exactly how soon, but I'm thinking as soon as she can get the money to move. I don't doubt that she already has most of it, and since we won't have to pay the stupid apartments because whatever they say it's impossible for them to kick us out yet, it'll be easy to save up.
I just feel kind of pissed now... I have to admit it's much better than depressed.
That's all, I'm not going to go on any more update spazzes. I promise. If I need to type anything else I'll put it in notepad and then save it to a floppy and burn it.
Jul. 28th, 2004 @ 04:30 pm
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I thought if I just got some sleep I'd be better, but first I couldn't sleep with all the random shit bouncing around my head.
And after that most random of .. well it's not really a poem, but I don't know what the hell to call it. useless drivel. after that useless drivel, I went to sleep and passed out like I hadn't slept in weeks.
And now that I've woken up I still feel crappy... And I still haven't talked to my mom.
The most contact we've had was "christina, get me the phone" at like six this morning, I was incoherent and almost fell when I tried to walk across the room. Most people would, but I have to be really out of it to trip in here.
Six. Which means she should be home already. What the fuck?
Oh well. I'll just blast music and scream and scare the neighbors.
Maybe that'll make me feel better.
Jul. 28th, 2004 @ 03:26 pm
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Human emotions are strange things: easily confused, befuddled, and fooled.
Oh-so-easily twisted to a single individual's needs and desires.
And it's easy for me to wonder if emotions are a beneficial by-product of evolution, or a mistake of it.
Are they meant to help us live?
That's foolish. Impossible.
How many people die because of their feelings?
And the feelings of others?
Emotions even destroy themselves sometimes, a feeling that breaks all feeling before.
Emptiness is an emotion, isn't it?
The feeling of having only an echo of something inside of you.
It resonates,
like the warm tones of a bell, swelling with power and an honest feeling of rightness before fading away as if it never were.
But it always is.
sometimes emptiness shivers deep inside,
like a winter day's empty wind over a dead landscape,
a hollow noise that grows in intensity with the intent of destruction before shattering like a delicate crystal of ice.
Someone will have to pick up those pieces...
Jul. 28th, 2004 @ 04:05 am
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What? It's my job I think. At least, recently. It's not like there isn't plenty of emotional drivel out there on the internet, I just feel like I need to type something up and get it out of my system and what better way than typing it up into a little online dealie that no one really reads except possibly Megan who knows all this shit already since it's mostly about her, and really since I know she's the only one who reads this it's like an optional rant that would have otherwise been typed out while sobbing on IM, and I hate all those emotional messenging sessions. Bear with me then.
Alright, well if you didn't know we're possibly moving back to Oklahoma. Why? Everything is screwed here. I hate it here, my mother hates it here, I hate the people here and therefore have a single friend, my mom hates her job, everything is falling apart and we still don't have a goddamn car, on top of the fact that we still owe the apartments thousands of dollars and we have to get the fuck out of here soon anyway. She found out that it only costs 200 bucks to rent a uhaul going from here to OK, which is amazing since it costs three grand to get from there to here. (she even checked again, it's just strange...) Not to mention that Carl's sister (carl is my mom's ex) is having a baby due in february and she said she wants us to go see it. It's not really just that but sort of pushed along by that, we've realized we have a sort of family left out there even though most of our real family is gone... four or five years really makes a place feel like home, too, especially for me, those were my growing-up type years, even though I really still am.
Part of this sort of spontaneous plan involved me asking Megan to come with us. There are lots of completely odd reasons for it (among these the fact that she's quite adult and can leave and go wherever she wants). her and I and Kyle had plans to start a business, really.. when I say shit like that I mean it. I really take it to heart. So when my mom asked me what I thought about moving I told her I wasn't sure because of that, and she said to ask Megan what she thought of coming with us (and later having Kyle move in too).
And this is where I got confused, because we all talked about it and everyone seemed to agree that it was a good idea. I mean, we were all talking about it like we were sure it was going to happen exactly the way we planned it out. Of course at this point I should point out that it was probably all in my deluded head and everyone was probably wondering what the fuck is wrong with me to suggest something like moving across the country to all of them just because. But I thought both Megan and Kyle were sure about it and I expressed this sureness to my mom, who pretty much believed what I said. And the only thing that remained was to clear the air with Belle (my mom's friend, someone else who wants to come with us), and with Megan's mom. And of course that didn't go over well apparently, and this has fucked everything up. Because now Megan doesn't seem to want to come at all, and is actually thinking of going to Indiana (which I can understand, I mean..) and that completely leaves Kyle out of everything, because I'm not sure what he thinks of indiana (plus megan won't have a house there for some time) and I think he really hasn't known me long enough to just move in with me and my mom, it'd probably be kind of awkward for him.
And all this just sort of messes with me, because when I think something is going to happen I really cling to it. I mean really. I've had my entire way of life crash down on me and it hasn't affected me half as much as a sudden change of plans that involves negating my usually fantasyish ideas of the future. Actually, I don't think it was so much the fact that everything was changed as much as that everything was changed in a single fucking moment. Megan seemed like she really wanted to go. I mean REALLY. I had absolutely no doubt that if we were leaving the next day she would have shoved her shit in the truck. I'm very, very rarely wrong about things like that. But all it took was a conversation with her mom and now she's acting like she didn't consider going in the first place.
Not that it surprises me much. Apparently her mother dear isn't very fond of mine. Which I find complete and utter idiocy. Earlier I said that they'd never had a conversation. I take that back -- they met for like two minutes. I had dragged my mother to that art thing at school and so they did, in fact, meet. But you know what? My mom is fucking antisocial, she's like me, the whole time she was there she just sort of stood there (as I'm also very good at), and looked around and really avoided talking to anyone. My mom minds her own damn business, but of course somehow people must misinterpret this or just dislike it or something because none of my friends' parents EVER like her, or whatever semblance of a family I may have at the time. Nicole's parents didn't like my family, and I got the feeling Gin's mother liked niether me or my family (I was not a corrupting force on your daughter, bitch, she's like she is because you nit pick at everything she does like a ... nitpicking... uh.. bitch. It's three in the morning, shut up, cut me slack here.) Okay, so maybe Heather's mom liked me and my family, but that was only because Heather's mom is the happiest, nicest person on the face of the freaking planet, and if she wasn't so nice she'd hate us too. But anyway, I don't know what it is. Feeling generally rejected and disliked earlier fucked me up enough to crawl to the other side of the room and bawl for a while. A year or two ago the same feeling of rejection made me angry and just generally violent, which just means I don't know what in the seven holy hells is wrong with me lately. I haven't cried so many different times, for so many stupid reasons, in such a short period of time since I was like EIGHT, for chrissakes.
The year-long curse is coming back. I can feel it. I mean, it has all the same symptoms. In half a year I'll be in a different place, with a new single friend, and I'll feel and likely act like a completely different person than I am now. I don't want this place, these experiences to fade off like everything else has. Mostly I don't want Megan added to my small pile of "great friends that I'll never see and rarely talk to again." The thought alone pretty much makes my head hurt from that stupid thing I do where I attempt not to cry, and then it just makes it worse. Wow, that sentence just went the hell where it wanted.
I need to go to sleep. It's three-thirty, I said I was going to bed at like two. I'm really tired, I woke up early after not that much sleep, and people waking me up at fucking six in the morning calling on the phone. It says I'm away on aim and msn but I'm still on irc. I think I'll just leave it on tonight.
I feel better though. I'm all talked out, or maybe typed out.. Rather thought, I suppose. I've thought enough for the night. When shit gets too much sometimes I feel like I need to sit down and work through whatever's wrong. Logic will win over emotions. I hope.
Sorry.
Jul. 28th, 2004 @ 03:39 am
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greargh.
Don't ask me about all the odd noises. I just got over one of my periodical emotional fits and I'm thinking of sleep, though I'm not awfully tired. Every once in a while I go completely out of it, oversensitive to everything and spaz at the drop of a pin, jumping from one thing to the other. It's not really surprising when normally I just kind of am there and don't do anything, don't really talk to anyone. When I do talk to people, I'm a little violent about it (but I thought mutual verbal abuse was the basis of all relationships!) .. I guess it makes sense that every once in a while I just lose all control and bounce around from really pissed (normally at some nonchalant thing someone said online), to really sad (usually because of said nonchalant thing or because of something else entirely), to staring at the cieling and laughing at my own idiocy. PMS? I don't know, but I don't think so. It used to happen more often than it does now and it seems to have nothing to do with the time of the month, as it were.
It hasn't really happened for quite a while. Today I knew I was going to do something stupid, though. I was just jumpy and I wanted to go run around, but my room is really small and cluttered and we live in a generally small and cluttered apartment, so it's not a good idea to run around unless I want to trip over a dog and bust my head open on the corner of the coffee table. So, I sat innocently at my computer -knowing- I was going to spaz as soon as something mildly not-good happened or someone said something that lead me down a depressing train of thought or someone DISSAGREED with me. So I went as far away as I really get from the computer and therefore all human contact as I generally get during the summer, and sat on the other side of the room blasting music and reading some of my manga. That wasn't really much of a good try at getting all the random energy out of me, so I rolled around like a moron and even jumped on the bed.
A note for the future: jumping on a bed that's more fluffy than bouncy not only DOESN'T disperse emotional energy, but it makes it worse because it's damn frustrating and kind of hurt my ankles.
After making my mom think that I was insane by complaining that I was hungry but refusing to wash a bowl for myself because there was nothing worth washing a damn bowl to eat, she went to bed. Oh, I think it might have helped her assumption that I was insane that I spent half of the conversation looking at her upside-down from my bed with my legs in the air, and the other half curled up on the opposite side like a whining child. But, as much as she thinks I'm insane, it's really not worth anything because when she closed the door she said "Stewie, I think Christina's going crazy..." ...Stewie's one of our dogs. so yeah, my mom is just as screwed mentally as me because I think she thinks the dogs actually listen! >.>;
Anyway... Let's fast forward a bit, past a few other random things including a crying fit over NOTHING and the fact that I haven't really been able to draw decently for the last few days and the desparate leap that I made that was something along the lines of 'what little meager abilities I had to begin with ran away!' which I now can see was a little pathetic, but hell, this is me we're talking about. Then Matt didn't want to talk on the phone, with complete disregard for my current condition of growing insanity, but that's his issue.. not that he helped, because it made me feel like crap that he didn't want to talk to me. I did tell him I was "perfectly fine and normal now", even though I was still bawling like a baby about nothing.
Anyway, then I went online to find something to do and ended up reading randomly chosen archives of 8-bit theater, and everything is better now. I don't know, if I'd thought of going there earlier I think this whole thing could have been avoided, because that comic just make the everything right with the world as far as I'm concerned.
Today is an Ekisha day. If you know who Ekisha is or pretty much anything about him then it should be fairly obvious why.
Today is also the reason why I should -not- be allowed to have a livejournal or internet in general. I shall spew my brain excrement out onto the internet like the whiny, bitchy teens who were here before me!
Jul. 13th, 2004 @ 02:00 am
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I'm very bored...
But this is why I stay on the internet.
The Internet mocks you, Ekisha! It mocks you, and because to go against the Internet is death, so do I..!
hmm. and here's something else entirely..
Realmwalker.. cheated on me with himself? That's rather worrysome...
Jul. 12th, 2004 @ 01:50 am
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oO The game goes like this.
Go to Google.com and pop in "You know you're from (your city) if..." ...then paste it in your LJ and bold the ones that apply to you.
I was born in NY, even though I don't live there right now. I'm going to bold the ones that apply to me, and ones that did at one time.
1. You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
2. You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
3. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle
to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find
Wisconsin on a map.
4. Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
5. The subway makes sense.
6. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own
language makes you multi-lingual.
7. You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
8. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
9. You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
10. You consider Westchester "Upstate".
11. You think Central Park is "nature."
12. You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
13. You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet
and you think it's a "steal."
14. You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
15. You pay more each month to park your car than most people in
the U.S. pay in rent.
16. You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since
you went away to camp as a kid.
17. You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans
are heading to bed.
18. Your closet is filled with black clothes.
19. You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since 1977,
and when you did, it terrified you.
20. You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents. (I would if I could drink *coughs*)
21. You take fashion seriously.
22. Being truly alone makes you nervous.
23. You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
24. Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."
25. America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
26. You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
27. You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
28. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing
on your toes.
29. $50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
30. You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
31. You don't hear sirens anymore.
32. You've mentally blocked out all thoughts of the city's air quality and
what it's doing to your lungs.
33. You live in a building with a larger population than most
American towns.
34. Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli,
your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite
bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your
corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy
is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian..
*coughs* flooding the friends page again. I mock you all.
Today is a Badru day, because I'm jumpy. He should STILL be red. I don't feel like changing it though.
I have a mosquito bite on my arm....
Jun. 23rd, 2004 @ 07:36 pm
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My japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 久美子 Kumiko (eternal beautiful child).
Take your real japanese name generator! today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
I have teh name of pretty!
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.
...*giggles like a children*
Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 12:52 am
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....Hmm.
I'm bored.
Really bored.
I fixed a new layout, a new colorscheme (or more greyscale-scheme...) and put new icons. These have the boys on them. I wish Badru's was red. I need to change it but I don't wanna right now.
I wish I had more icons. There's only room for the three boys. I need one for Tora, 'cause I am Tora. But for now I'm unable to buy anything that doesn't cost three dollars.
I got a LJ client for my computer. So, now i can post more often. The client really helps, because usually when I try to go to the website I forget what I'm doing in IE within seconds. This should work well, indeed.
Damn. I got the plugin for windows media player so I could press the button and it'll show what music I'm playing, and it doesn't wanna copy the Japanese... Bastards. I'll pick a different song, then.
This is a kuroneko day. He's so pretty, and Hyde tastes like coffee.
Jun. 14th, 2004 @ 04:20 pm
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| Tora_Kun's LJ stalker is realmwalker! | | realmwalker is stalking you because a little birdie told them you talked behind their back. They are also prank calling you regularly! |
Jun. 10th, 2004 @ 09:22 pm
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stolen from megan who stole it from someone else who is likely just as insane.
Teh lettars of DOOM
A -Act your age? apparently not, people keep mistaking me for older than I am, even though I think I act like an immature brat.
B - Bra size? 36c
C - Chore you hate? all chores! die!
D - Dad's name? You know what? I don't know.
E - Essential make up item? Blue eyeshadow. Any shade, depends on the outfit...
F - Favorite singer? Maaya Sakamoto
G - Gold or silver? well, it depends... I like silver, but gold definately appeals to me .. just not on me.
H - Hometown? Brooklyn, NY
I - Instruments you play? Bass, but I'm terrible. I prefer to sing.
J - Job title? "Cat-Bitch"
K - Kids? Only the ones I babysit.
L - Living arrangements? With my mom and her PSYCHOTIC DOGS >O
M - Mom's name? Nancy
N - Number of people you've fallen in love with? The whatwhen?
O - Overnight hospital stays? One or two, but I wasn't sick... I stayed with my mom when she had surgery a year or two ago.
P - Phobia? I'm actually not quite sure, but I'm extremely paranoid about people that sometimes aren't there at all, and I have an irrational fear of walls with nothing on them.
Q - Quote you like? ..can't think of one right now.
R - Religious affiliation? Freelance Pagan!
S - Siblings? Not unless you count the dogs.
T - Time you wake up? Almost always twelve hours after I wake up...
U - Underwear of choice? Mostly boxers and thongies.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat? ...? Why would I refuse to eat a vegetable? I like vegetables.
W - Worst habit? not paying attention to people and apologizing, then ignoring them some more.
X - X-rays you've had? Just for my teeth.
Y - Yummy food you make? I... I can't cook! *breaks down crying*
Z- Zodiac sign? Aquarius. The weirdo of the zodiac >>;
Stolen from Megan who stole it from PockyKingWindy who stole it from strawberrykuma who stole it from THE SKY!
Please answer! And then copy and paste in your journal for people to answer if you wanna!
What Would You Do If
I cried:
I asked you to help:
I was becoming suicidal:
I killed myself:
I died from natural causes:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I ran away from home:
I got in a fight and you were there:
What Do You Think About My
Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:
Voice:
Humor:
Choice of music:
Mannerisms:
Family:
Would You
Be my friend:
Tell me the truth, no matter what:
Lie to make me feel better:
Spread rumors about me:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Loan me some cash:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me:
Keep in touch:
Try and solve my problems:
Love me:
Do me:
Oh, and from a day or so ago:
LOOK OUT!
ïòð | | Tora is a radioactive squirrel!! |
From Go-Quiz.com
My life is rated PG-13.
What is your life rated?
I'm done now. Sorry if that flooded anyone's friends page >.>;
May. 30th, 2004 @ 07:55 pm
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