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The funniest thing on earth
General | Posted 16 years agoIS THIS CLIP. It makes me crack up every damn time I've seen it, and we're going on 200.
Soo. Sorry about that last journal, I wasn't exactly in the greatest state of mind. Venting was quite nice for once, even though the majority of the list was kinda directed at one or two people.
Yeah, I've calmed down since then. And I've decided that i haven't written anything for this site in a while. Or drawn. Crap, the only thing I've submitted this year is a music file that nobody wants to listen to. So, I suggest... STORY TIME. Shoot me a scenario for a hot story, and I'll see what I can do. I'm only going to take one or two of the ideas and use them, though. :3
Also, I fucking love chocolate milk.
That is all.
Soo. Sorry about that last journal, I wasn't exactly in the greatest state of mind. Venting was quite nice for once, even though the majority of the list was kinda directed at one or two people.
Yeah, I've calmed down since then. And I've decided that i haven't written anything for this site in a while. Or drawn. Crap, the only thing I've submitted this year is a music file that nobody wants to listen to. So, I suggest... STORY TIME. Shoot me a scenario for a hot story, and I'll see what I can do. I'm only going to take one or two of the ideas and use them, though. :3
Also, I fucking love chocolate milk.
That is all.
THINGS AND PEOPLE I CAN DO WITHOUT.
General | Posted 16 years agoThis is a rant/list of things that tick me off. If you don't like it, SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS.
I can do without:
-People who think they're better than you, and yet treat other people like shit.
-Rechargeable batteries that won't fucking recharge.
-Assheads who go back on their words as quickly as they give it.
-Exes, in general. You're all the same.
-Teachers who yell at you for shit that doesn't bother them when another kid does it.
-People who start to tell you something important, then change their mind, and leave you hanging, no matter how much you want to know what's going on.
-People who get pissed at you, and won't tell you why.
-Math. It's stupid smart people shit.
-People who ask me if I've seen a movie, and then proceed to ruin it when I tell them "No."
-People who are too fucking impatient to wait for you to do something.
-People who take out their frustration on people who don't deserve it.
-People who run halfway across the fucking country to get away from their problems. Not only is that cowardly, but it doesn't work.
-Other people with Blackberry phones. They're fucking everywhere, now that I have one.
-People who come up to you, when you're OBVIOUSLY in a bad mood, and ask, "Are you okay?"
-People who won't hold up their end of a bargain.
-People who WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH WHEN I'M REHEARSING A SCENE. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT CURRENTLY ACTING, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO INTERRUPT ME AND TRY TO CHANGE THE FUCKING SCRIPT, YOU FUCKING BITCH.
-Anyone who claims to love someone, and then either goes and cheats on them, or demands an open relationship. IT'S CALLED MONOGAMY BITCH, TRY IT.
-People who flip-flop more than the shoe of the same name.
-Politicians in general. They're all the same.
-People with no respect for you, your privacy, your property, or any bond you might have shared with them.
-Arrogant shitstains that think they're the best thing since sliced bread, just because they can doodle on a fucking tablet and people like it.
*takes a bow* That is all. Again, if you don't like it, shove it up your ugly ass. Warning: contains naughty words.
I can do without:
-People who think they're better than you, and yet treat other people like shit.
-Rechargeable batteries that won't fucking recharge.
-Assheads who go back on their words as quickly as they give it.
-Exes, in general. You're all the same.
-Teachers who yell at you for shit that doesn't bother them when another kid does it.
-People who start to tell you something important, then change their mind, and leave you hanging, no matter how much you want to know what's going on.
-People who get pissed at you, and won't tell you why.
-Math. It's stupid smart people shit.
-People who ask me if I've seen a movie, and then proceed to ruin it when I tell them "No."
-People who are too fucking impatient to wait for you to do something.
-People who take out their frustration on people who don't deserve it.
-People who run halfway across the fucking country to get away from their problems. Not only is that cowardly, but it doesn't work.
-Other people with Blackberry phones. They're fucking everywhere, now that I have one.
-People who come up to you, when you're OBVIOUSLY in a bad mood, and ask, "Are you okay?"
-People who won't hold up their end of a bargain.
-People who WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH WHEN I'M REHEARSING A SCENE. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT CURRENTLY ACTING, DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO INTERRUPT ME AND TRY TO CHANGE THE FUCKING SCRIPT, YOU FUCKING BITCH.
-Anyone who claims to love someone, and then either goes and cheats on them, or demands an open relationship. IT'S CALLED MONOGAMY BITCH, TRY IT.
-People who flip-flop more than the shoe of the same name.
-Politicians in general. They're all the same.
-People with no respect for you, your privacy, your property, or any bond you might have shared with them.
-Arrogant shitstains that think they're the best thing since sliced bread, just because they can doodle on a fucking tablet and people like it.
*takes a bow* That is all. Again, if you don't like it, shove it up your ugly ass. Warning: contains naughty words.
If you're a bitch and you know it, clap your hands.
General | Posted 16 years agoRandom ass title. I shouldn't type when I'm delirious. Also, start clapping... you know who you are.
Sooooo. I'm in a pretty good mood. Had a fun day in school, singing random songs from Rent at the top of my voice with friends. It's official; I will definitely try out for Roger if there is ever an audiion for the part near me. Well, I'd make a decent Collins too. Or Benny. Or Mark. Or Angel. Fuck. I have no life... I went and memorized every character's part. xD
Speaking of auditions... I seem to be getting pressured into trying out for American Idol. Bad idea. Not only do I not want to go to Hollywood yet, but Simon scares me. That, and Ryan Seacrest makes me want to light myself on fire. Seriously, I just don't think I'm Idol material... then again, look at Clay Aiken. If guys of his caliber are the competition, I might have a shot.
Well, that's all for now kiddies. Before I go, a word of advice. Feeling under the weather? Need a checkup? Or do you just want someone who can kick some ass? Then you need to call the doctor.... DR. TRAN!
Sooooo. I'm in a pretty good mood. Had a fun day in school, singing random songs from Rent at the top of my voice with friends. It's official; I will definitely try out for Roger if there is ever an audiion for the part near me. Well, I'd make a decent Collins too. Or Benny. Or Mark. Or Angel. Fuck. I have no life... I went and memorized every character's part. xD
Speaking of auditions... I seem to be getting pressured into trying out for American Idol. Bad idea. Not only do I not want to go to Hollywood yet, but Simon scares me. That, and Ryan Seacrest makes me want to light myself on fire. Seriously, I just don't think I'm Idol material... then again, look at Clay Aiken. If guys of his caliber are the competition, I might have a shot.
Well, that's all for now kiddies. Before I go, a word of advice. Feeling under the weather? Need a checkup? Or do you just want someone who can kick some ass? Then you need to call the doctor.... DR. TRAN!
It's a new year.
General | Posted 16 years agoBig friggin' deal. I've been through about 19 New Years, and none have really wowed me. I mean, why do we make such a big deal about the start of the new year? Most people wander the streets of whatever city/town they're in until either they pass out from alcohol poisoning, the police pick them up for public inebriation, or until the sun comes up. We celebrate the start of a new year full of sadness and broken dreams by getting hammered and filling the streets with urine and vomit.
As for me, I usually spend it alone, either watching Dawson's Creek, playing video games, or sleeping. This year, I managed to spend it with my girlfriend, her dad, and the oddballs I call family. It was interesting, to say the least... my girlfriend's dad has never met my family, and they seemed to get along well.
That's it for now, I'm off to raid the fridge for more brownies and gain some weight. Fuck New Year's resolutions, let's get fat this year, guys! >:3
As for me, I usually spend it alone, either watching Dawson's Creek, playing video games, or sleeping. This year, I managed to spend it with my girlfriend, her dad, and the oddballs I call family. It was interesting, to say the least... my girlfriend's dad has never met my family, and they seemed to get along well.
That's it for now, I'm off to raid the fridge for more brownies and gain some weight. Fuck New Year's resolutions, let's get fat this year, guys! >:3
Jesus comes inside you.
General | Posted 16 years agoSeriously. He'll do it man, he's effing crazy. I heard that in church earlier, and I was like, "What?!" Oh yeah, I was in church, and I didn't burst into flames. Weird, huh? Well, in all fairness, I didn't exactly pray or anything... actually, I was more thinking about making out with a certain girlfriend in the middle of the service. Yeah... probably going to do it if I ever go again, too.
So, I am in the process of thinking about getting a second job. There's this phone store that opened up within walking distance of my building, and they're hiring. Problem is, I don't want to go into the local retail field, because that would mean actually dealing with the assholes that live near me. Strange as it may sound, I'd rather deal with assholes I've never met before.
This is just gonna have to be a short journal, I'm too tired for this. BAI.
So, I am in the process of thinking about getting a second job. There's this phone store that opened up within walking distance of my building, and they're hiring. Problem is, I don't want to go into the local retail field, because that would mean actually dealing with the assholes that live near me. Strange as it may sound, I'd rather deal with assholes I've never met before.
This is just gonna have to be a short journal, I'm too tired for this. BAI.
Three thangs.
General | Posted 16 years agoLifted from 
. Check her out, she's quite talented.
Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
Go into space
Raise children with minimal psychological disorders
Find a cell phone plan that won't bleed me dry
Three Names You Go By:
Rene
Ryota
Alejandro (Everyone needs an alias...)
Three Screen Names You Have Had:
dark_tiger_126
fullmetal12691
RyotaKilledYou
Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
My eyes
Heart
and Mouth (That's everyone's favorite part of me. ;3)
Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
Puerto Rican
BLACK YO
Native American
Three Things That Scare You:
Dying alone
Not being good enough for anyone
Shifty looking people on the subway
Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
Texting
Computer
Chinese food
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
My favorite HIM shirt
Black jeans
Socks
Three Of Your Favorite Bands/Musical Artists:
Darren Hayes
My Chemical Romance
Eminem
Three Of Your Favorite Songs:
Breathless - Darren Hayes
Hollow - Godsmack
Learning to Breathe - Switchfoot
Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
Loyalty
Love
Happiness
Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
Long hair
Green or hazel eyes
BEWBS (Hey, I'm honest)
Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
I don't have hobbies, I have interests. Hobbies cost money, interests are free.
Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
Text my loverr
Find a few Benjamins on the street
Sleep
Three Careers You're Considering/You've Considered:
Train conductor
Veterinary technician
Actor
Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:
Boston
Philly
England
Three Kid's Names You Like:
Jake
Josephine
Casey
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:
When I look for something in the fridge, it isn't there, but it magically appears when a girl looks
I hate the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus and the like
I like video games
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:
I enjoy shopping
PEOPLE magazine usually catches my eye at the supermarket
I'm polite
. Check her out, she's quite talented.Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
Go into space
Raise children with minimal psychological disorders
Find a cell phone plan that won't bleed me dry
Three Names You Go By:
Rene
Ryota
Alejandro (Everyone needs an alias...)
Three Screen Names You Have Had:
dark_tiger_126
fullmetal12691
RyotaKilledYou
Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
My eyes
Heart
and Mouth (That's everyone's favorite part of me. ;3)
Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
Puerto Rican
BLACK YO
Native American
Three Things That Scare You:
Dying alone
Not being good enough for anyone
Shifty looking people on the subway
Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
Texting
Computer
Chinese food
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
My favorite HIM shirt
Black jeans
Socks
Three Of Your Favorite Bands/Musical Artists:
Darren Hayes
My Chemical Romance
Eminem
Three Of Your Favorite Songs:
Breathless - Darren Hayes
Hollow - Godsmack
Learning to Breathe - Switchfoot
Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
Loyalty
Love
Happiness
Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
Long hair
Green or hazel eyes
BEWBS (Hey, I'm honest)
Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
I don't have hobbies, I have interests. Hobbies cost money, interests are free.
Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
Text my loverr
Find a few Benjamins on the street
Sleep
Three Careers You're Considering/You've Considered:
Train conductor
Veterinary technician
Actor
Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:
Boston
Philly
England
Three Kid's Names You Like:
Jake
Josephine
Casey
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:
When I look for something in the fridge, it isn't there, but it magically appears when a girl looks
I hate the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus and the like
I like video games
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:
I enjoy shopping
PEOPLE magazine usually catches my eye at the supermarket
I'm polite
New Math
General | Posted 16 years agoIf 10% of men are gay, and 20% of men are Chinese, what are the odds that a man chosen at random spends his free time and meal time while on his knees? xD
Gah. So damn exhausted. So damn... blah. I can't breathe too well these days. Which is bad, when I'm supposed to be singing onstage on Thursday. My asthma meds aren't doing much... I think it's because the hoodie I've taken to wearing recently is covered in dog hair. ._.'
Now, for stuff people will actually care about. You know what's fun when you're on the highway? Reading bumper stickers. You ever do that? read other people's bumper stickers? And when you're too far to read them, don't you wish the asshole driving the car you're in would speed up? A lot of bumper stickers say little unnecessary things like, "Jesus Saves," or, "My child is an Honor Student at blah, blah, blah....." Cripes, we don't care about your child or your faith. What happened to the good bumper stickers? The ones that said, "Horn Broke, Watch For Finger?," and, "Fuck Osama and His Mama?" I liked those. That's why they stopped making them, because they figured out I like 'em.
You can have a lot of fun on the highway as long as you're not driving. You can flip off random people driving by, you could moon the guys operating the toll booths, leave a trail of donuts for the cops to follow... you can have a lot of fun. In the summer, during a traffic jam, you could dump out the ashtray into another car, if they have their windows open. And watch the people in the other car flip out as you inch forward. Actually, that's a bad idea, it's hard to get away from a pissed off driver in a traffic jam. speaking of drivers, the driver gets to have the most fun of all: he or she reserves the right, no, privilege, to be able to roll up the windows, lock them, and let out noxious farts for all to smell.
Have fun.
Gah. So damn exhausted. So damn... blah. I can't breathe too well these days. Which is bad, when I'm supposed to be singing onstage on Thursday. My asthma meds aren't doing much... I think it's because the hoodie I've taken to wearing recently is covered in dog hair. ._.'
Now, for stuff people will actually care about. You know what's fun when you're on the highway? Reading bumper stickers. You ever do that? read other people's bumper stickers? And when you're too far to read them, don't you wish the asshole driving the car you're in would speed up? A lot of bumper stickers say little unnecessary things like, "Jesus Saves," or, "My child is an Honor Student at blah, blah, blah....." Cripes, we don't care about your child or your faith. What happened to the good bumper stickers? The ones that said, "Horn Broke, Watch For Finger?," and, "Fuck Osama and His Mama?" I liked those. That's why they stopped making them, because they figured out I like 'em.
You can have a lot of fun on the highway as long as you're not driving. You can flip off random people driving by, you could moon the guys operating the toll booths, leave a trail of donuts for the cops to follow... you can have a lot of fun. In the summer, during a traffic jam, you could dump out the ashtray into another car, if they have their windows open. And watch the people in the other car flip out as you inch forward. Actually, that's a bad idea, it's hard to get away from a pissed off driver in a traffic jam. speaking of drivers, the driver gets to have the most fun of all: he or she reserves the right, no, privilege, to be able to roll up the windows, lock them, and let out noxious farts for all to smell.
Have fun.
I AM HOLO, THE WISE WOLF.
General | Posted 16 years agoJuuuuust kidding. Over the past week or so, I've become a rather large fan of Spice and Wolf, and am in the process of looking for subbed episodes from the second season. The first season has an opening theme that I fell in love with, which can be found HERE. It's called Tabi no Tochu by Kiyoura Natsumi, for those of you too lazy to click the link.
So yeah... I am not feeling too good. Not in the moral or physical sense. Physically, got some kind of sinus infection, according to the person who infected me. Morally, I feel like I'm failing the people watching this account. I lost the will to draw somewhere along the line, and I haven't even cranked out a story to hold you over in a while. I need to figure out what drove me to draw before, and do it quickly.
On a completely unrelated note, I LOVE WINTER. I'm a happy tiger when there's snow to play in, and I love the looks I get from people who think I should be wearing a proper coat. I always shoot back a look that says FUCK YOU, I LOVE THIS WEATHER. Somehow, they only get the FUCK YOU part. Plus, Christmas is coming soon, which is undoubtedly awesome. I'm probably getting coal this year, but whatever. Christmas means a nice meal, a nice meal means eggnog, and EGGNOG MAKES RYOTA HAPPY.
Sorry. I fucking love this season. I'm ecstatic, y'all. In spite of the recent drama... which is none of your business. ;3
Ciao, buttnuggets. I'm off to sing carols in the shower.
So yeah... I am not feeling too good. Not in the moral or physical sense. Physically, got some kind of sinus infection, according to the person who infected me. Morally, I feel like I'm failing the people watching this account. I lost the will to draw somewhere along the line, and I haven't even cranked out a story to hold you over in a while. I need to figure out what drove me to draw before, and do it quickly.
On a completely unrelated note, I LOVE WINTER. I'm a happy tiger when there's snow to play in, and I love the looks I get from people who think I should be wearing a proper coat. I always shoot back a look that says FUCK YOU, I LOVE THIS WEATHER. Somehow, they only get the FUCK YOU part. Plus, Christmas is coming soon, which is undoubtedly awesome. I'm probably getting coal this year, but whatever. Christmas means a nice meal, a nice meal means eggnog, and EGGNOG MAKES RYOTA HAPPY.
Sorry. I fucking love this season. I'm ecstatic, y'all. In spite of the recent drama... which is none of your business. ;3
Ciao, buttnuggets. I'm off to sing carols in the shower.
Napalm & Silly Putty.
General | Posted 16 years agoA very fascinating book on tape... on Youtube. George Carlin is, and always will be, one of the funniest people ever to live. I consider him a kindred spirit. We share(d) a detached fascination with watching this doomed species circle the drain.
So. Glad. Thanksgiving. Is. OVER. I hate that damn holiday. If it weren't for turkey and pecan pie, I would die when November came around. Now Christmas is a real holiday. Eggnog, mistletoe, good music... there's so much more stuff to get into. And not necessarily with family. I truly get into the spirit of Christmas, and never for the presents. The presents suck, but the palpable happiness in the air has a lasting effect on me.
Just letting you guys know I survived the holiday, mostly unscathed. I was kiss-attacked by an overweight rottweiler, but that's a story for another day.
So. Glad. Thanksgiving. Is. OVER. I hate that damn holiday. If it weren't for turkey and pecan pie, I would die when November came around. Now Christmas is a real holiday. Eggnog, mistletoe, good music... there's so much more stuff to get into. And not necessarily with family. I truly get into the spirit of Christmas, and never for the presents. The presents suck, but the palpable happiness in the air has a lasting effect on me.
Just letting you guys know I survived the holiday, mostly unscathed. I was kiss-attacked by an overweight rottweiler, but that's a story for another day.
Turkey Blues
General | Posted 16 years agoFuck, I hate Thanksgiving. I hate parades, i hate getting dressed up for people who don't give a fuck about me, I hate entertaining my cousins while the lazy asshole parents sit in MY ROOM and drink beer and watch football. The food doesn't even come close to redeeming this hellish day for me.
Oh, I also fucking hate when my dad gets a random urge to BLAST SALSA MUSIC IN HIS ROOM. This apartment isn't all that big, so I can't really even hear my own thoughts right now. Fucking Tito Puente. If he weren't dead, I'd kick him in the balls, rip out his liver, and push him off a bridge into the Hudson River.
Actually, him being dead won't stop me. If only I knew where he was buried.
Oh, I also fucking hate when my dad gets a random urge to BLAST SALSA MUSIC IN HIS ROOM. This apartment isn't all that big, so I can't really even hear my own thoughts right now. Fucking Tito Puente. If he weren't dead, I'd kick him in the balls, rip out his liver, and push him off a bridge into the Hudson River.
Actually, him being dead won't stop me. If only I knew where he was buried.
Gunning Down Romance
General | Posted 16 years agoI am in love with this song right now. I looked up the lyrics this morning and sang along, and I started realizing how powerful they were. I tend to fall in love with any song that has a lot of meaning to it. Only problem is, now I want to find the karaoke version so i can record myself singing along. I actually sound quite nice, even though my mic would make me sound like crap, as usual.
I've started writing again. I don't mean the stories you've seen me post here(if you're over 18), I mean an actual story, with little or nothing to do with sex. It's called Bleeding Love, the story of a vampire WHO DOESN'T FUCKING SPARKLE, that falls in love with a human WHO ISN'T A RETARD, and their struggle to forge a working relationship despite the vampire's lack of a pulse. It's composed of a series of short chapters, and features more than just vampires. Not that any of you are interested in anything that doesn't involve yiffing... I kid. That story went on hiatus back in April, because my life started getting a lot more hectic... in a good way. Now, I think things have settled down enough to devote time to the story again. Good thing too... my teenage girl fanbase was NOT happy about the cliffhanger I left them with.
Also, I drew this thing in school back in September, that I finally inked and colored. It's a life-sized furry drawing, on a pillar in this dungeon type room. It's actually the first draft of a new character I thought up, named Nick. (Also the name of my vampire, but whatever.) I'll sketch out a ref of how Nick looks now, and some info about her when i can, and try to take a picture of the pillar at school as soon as I can.
Well, I'm bored, and pretty much just posting a journal to prove that I'm still alive. I haven't exactly been an active member of the community lately... sorry guys. ; ;
BAI.
I've started writing again. I don't mean the stories you've seen me post here(if you're over 18), I mean an actual story, with little or nothing to do with sex. It's called Bleeding Love, the story of a vampire WHO DOESN'T FUCKING SPARKLE, that falls in love with a human WHO ISN'T A RETARD, and their struggle to forge a working relationship despite the vampire's lack of a pulse. It's composed of a series of short chapters, and features more than just vampires. Not that any of you are interested in anything that doesn't involve yiffing... I kid. That story went on hiatus back in April, because my life started getting a lot more hectic... in a good way. Now, I think things have settled down enough to devote time to the story again. Good thing too... my teenage girl fanbase was NOT happy about the cliffhanger I left them with.
Also, I drew this thing in school back in September, that I finally inked and colored. It's a life-sized furry drawing, on a pillar in this dungeon type room. It's actually the first draft of a new character I thought up, named Nick. (Also the name of my vampire, but whatever.) I'll sketch out a ref of how Nick looks now, and some info about her when i can, and try to take a picture of the pillar at school as soon as I can.
Well, I'm bored, and pretty much just posting a journal to prove that I'm still alive. I haven't exactly been an active member of the community lately... sorry guys. ; ;
BAI.
E=MC VAGINA.
General | Posted 16 years agoBelieve it.
So... Nothing to report. Same shit as last time I posted. I just wanted to make you guys watch that video, it's funny as hell. xD
Oh, and go on this site, omegle.com. It lets you chat completely anonymously with strangers, with no filter, I believe. I was on there for a while, convincing people that I was a thirteen year old blonde hermaprhodite with AIDS. Fun times.
So... Nothing to report. Same shit as last time I posted. I just wanted to make you guys watch that video, it's funny as hell. xD
Oh, and go on this site, omegle.com. It lets you chat completely anonymously with strangers, with no filter, I believe. I was on there for a while, convincing people that I was a thirteen year old blonde hermaprhodite with AIDS. Fun times.
Ooh, I Want You,
General | Posted 16 years agoI don't know if I need you but, ooh, I'd die to find out. <3
That song came on in a store while I was out shopping with my girlfriend, and I was fighting REALLY hard not to geek out and sing along. It worked for about ten seconds. It was the first Savage Garden song I had ever truly heard (I'd probably heard Truly Madly Deeply and not realized it was them), while playing Singstar with Vin a longgggg ass time ago. I fell in love with it, then forgot about it, then looked up Savage Garden randomly and fell in love again. Weird cycle, huh?
I'm a horrible person. I keep trying to spur myself into working on one of the various projects I promised people I would do for them, but life and art blocks keep getting in the way. And when I'm not blocked, I get inspired to draw something selfish. I feel really bad about it, but hey... at least I didn't forget that I owed people, right? ; ;
Also, I need to vent about money troubles for a teeny bit. As I'm sure most of you are aware, Christmas is coming up. Seeing as this is my first holiday season where I'm not single, I have huge plans. Huge plans require money. Money comes about from having a job, which I have, but doesn't pay me enough to cover my future expenses. I think I may have to get into prostitution to get the money I need. ; ;
And on that note, I leave you with this. Enjoy, buttnuggets.
That song came on in a store while I was out shopping with my girlfriend, and I was fighting REALLY hard not to geek out and sing along. It worked for about ten seconds. It was the first Savage Garden song I had ever truly heard (I'd probably heard Truly Madly Deeply and not realized it was them), while playing Singstar with Vin a longgggg ass time ago. I fell in love with it, then forgot about it, then looked up Savage Garden randomly and fell in love again. Weird cycle, huh?
I'm a horrible person. I keep trying to spur myself into working on one of the various projects I promised people I would do for them, but life and art blocks keep getting in the way. And when I'm not blocked, I get inspired to draw something selfish. I feel really bad about it, but hey... at least I didn't forget that I owed people, right? ; ;
Also, I need to vent about money troubles for a teeny bit. As I'm sure most of you are aware, Christmas is coming up. Seeing as this is my first holiday season where I'm not single, I have huge plans. Huge plans require money. Money comes about from having a job, which I have, but doesn't pay me enough to cover my future expenses. I think I may have to get into prostitution to get the money I need. ; ;
And on that note, I leave you with this. Enjoy, buttnuggets.
The Lover After Me
General | Posted 16 years agoEver since you've been gone, the lights go out the same. The only difference is, you call another name...
First off, WOO. I went an entire week without posting a new journal. There are so many people I'd like to thank for this momentous event. Unfortunately, I haven't the time for a speech, so those people will go uncredited.
Second, I can't believe how many things on that list actually got done. Granted, I missed a couple of things, but that was all stuff that was taking me forever to do. Damn college papers. (I'm ashamed of myself... I actually used the term "furpile" in mine. xD)
So, I successfully completed another song. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, just... I still have no clue where the MUSIC part of the song is going to come from. I could always do it a capella, but lovely as my voice is, that's just not gonna cut it.
Anyone else play Grand Theft Auto: The Lost and Damned yet? Or The Ballad of Gay Tony? I haven't played the second one yet, but Lost and Damned is pretty awesome so far. If you own an Xbox 360, and enjoy Grand Theft Auto, BUY THOSE TWO CHAPTER THINGIES. It's worth the messed up credit.
Also, I've rethought my plan to buy a new cat eared hat for myself. I decided that I'd never really wear it anyway, and should stick with the one I have. I will, however, order some for a couple of people who tried to steal mine. Merry effing Christmas.
Before I go, I must leave you an important message: Buy me a Shamwow. I need it. You know the Germans make me wet.
First off, WOO. I went an entire week without posting a new journal. There are so many people I'd like to thank for this momentous event. Unfortunately, I haven't the time for a speech, so those people will go uncredited.
Second, I can't believe how many things on that list actually got done. Granted, I missed a couple of things, but that was all stuff that was taking me forever to do. Damn college papers. (I'm ashamed of myself... I actually used the term "furpile" in mine. xD)
So, I successfully completed another song. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, just... I still have no clue where the MUSIC part of the song is going to come from. I could always do it a capella, but lovely as my voice is, that's just not gonna cut it.
Anyone else play Grand Theft Auto: The Lost and Damned yet? Or The Ballad of Gay Tony? I haven't played the second one yet, but Lost and Damned is pretty awesome so far. If you own an Xbox 360, and enjoy Grand Theft Auto, BUY THOSE TWO CHAPTER THINGIES. It's worth the messed up credit.
Also, I've rethought my plan to buy a new cat eared hat for myself. I decided that I'd never really wear it anyway, and should stick with the one I have. I will, however, order some for a couple of people who tried to steal mine. Merry effing Christmas.
Before I go, I must leave you an important message: Buy me a Shamwow. I need it. You know the Germans make me wet.
The Bitch of Living
General | Posted 16 years agoWhy the title? Cuz I'm a Broadway nerd.
So. After listening to both the self-titled album and Affirmation, I've decided that my favorite Savage Garden song is I Don't Know You Anymore. It's just... perfect. Like, the type of song I wish I could write, but can't, because I fail.
Anywho, this week, I have a checklist. I will:
[X] Finish my research paper. (Which is, incidentally, a case study on the furry community.)
[] Finish Photoshopping that picture I doodled in Sharpie over the weekend.
[] Sketch out, color, or ink the stuff that I owe people.
[X] Reorganize my farm. (I'm addicted to Farmville, a game on Facebook.)
[X] Charge my PSP.
[X] Finish that George Carlin book, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
[X] Actually finish one of the half-dozen songs I have half-written.
Let's just see how much of this shit will actually get done. xD
Oh yeah, how was everyone's Halloween? I, for one, did nothing of any importance, besides suffer through a mandatory screening of The Ring Two. God, who decided that movie had to be made? It was horrible! Not scary at all, not even funny, just... sad. That's the way it goes with a LOT of horror movies these days. They're just not scary, or even suspenseful. Blair Witch Project? Boring. Saw? Stupid. Shutter? Don't even get me started.
What happened to the good old days, when there were movies like Friday the 13th that were actually pretty spooky and evocative? Horror movies have just turned into a horrible excuse for a genre, and a genre overrun with cash cows at that. Take Saw for example. What the fuck? SIX? There's a Saw SIX. Shit, I got bored of The Land Before Time before the sixth one came out. Why are they still making these?
That's all for now. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Unless you're Jewish, or Muslim, or some other jip religion.
So. After listening to both the self-titled album and Affirmation, I've decided that my favorite Savage Garden song is I Don't Know You Anymore. It's just... perfect. Like, the type of song I wish I could write, but can't, because I fail.
Anywho, this week, I have a checklist. I will:
[X] Finish my research paper. (Which is, incidentally, a case study on the furry community.)
[] Finish Photoshopping that picture I doodled in Sharpie over the weekend.
[] Sketch out, color, or ink the stuff that I owe people.
[X] Reorganize my farm. (I'm addicted to Farmville, a game on Facebook.)
[X] Charge my PSP.
[X] Finish that George Carlin book, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
[X] Actually finish one of the half-dozen songs I have half-written.
Let's just see how much of this shit will actually get done. xD
Oh yeah, how was everyone's Halloween? I, for one, did nothing of any importance, besides suffer through a mandatory screening of The Ring Two. God, who decided that movie had to be made? It was horrible! Not scary at all, not even funny, just... sad. That's the way it goes with a LOT of horror movies these days. They're just not scary, or even suspenseful. Blair Witch Project? Boring. Saw? Stupid. Shutter? Don't even get me started.
What happened to the good old days, when there were movies like Friday the 13th that were actually pretty spooky and evocative? Horror movies have just turned into a horrible excuse for a genre, and a genre overrun with cash cows at that. Take Saw for example. What the fuck? SIX? There's a Saw SIX. Shit, I got bored of The Land Before Time before the sixth one came out. Why are they still making these?
That's all for now. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Unless you're Jewish, or Muslim, or some other jip religion.
HOLY SHIT.
General | Posted 16 years agoAffirmation
General | Posted 16 years agoIt's an effing good song.
So. If you checked out the latest submission, you'd have noted what I said about the title. FML 1. Well, if you read that, then you get the general concept. I'll sketch something silly, which will have made me laugh, and post it here. I may, at some point, make one to the effect of Shamwow vs. Zorbees. Don't put it past me.
In other news, I have minor burns on the majority of my right hand. It feels odd. Every time I move a finger, it tingles. One even has an angry looking blister... Oh well. Needless to say, I'm not going to be working near a stove for a while.
My allergies seem to have gotten at least a little better. This time last year, I'd have been miserable after being outside for three minutes. Now, I can last up to fifteen. Also, when I DO run out of breath, it doesn't take as long to get it back. And this is off meds. I'm gonna start taking them again... I want to be able to stay conscious for an entire game of football.
'Tis all for now. Stay tuned for another journal soon-ish, you know how I love posting these.
P.S. Two things I need to type out before passing out. 1: OMFG I think I was standing next to one of those guys from Mythbusters on the train. They're less dorky in person. 2: OMFG I just bought the two Savage Garden albums on iTunes. I'm a fucking happy guy right now. :3
So. If you checked out the latest submission, you'd have noted what I said about the title. FML 1. Well, if you read that, then you get the general concept. I'll sketch something silly, which will have made me laugh, and post it here. I may, at some point, make one to the effect of Shamwow vs. Zorbees. Don't put it past me.
In other news, I have minor burns on the majority of my right hand. It feels odd. Every time I move a finger, it tingles. One even has an angry looking blister... Oh well. Needless to say, I'm not going to be working near a stove for a while.
My allergies seem to have gotten at least a little better. This time last year, I'd have been miserable after being outside for three minutes. Now, I can last up to fifteen. Also, when I DO run out of breath, it doesn't take as long to get it back. And this is off meds. I'm gonna start taking them again... I want to be able to stay conscious for an entire game of football.
'Tis all for now. Stay tuned for another journal soon-ish, you know how I love posting these.
P.S. Two things I need to type out before passing out. 1: OMFG I think I was standing next to one of those guys from Mythbusters on the train. They're less dorky in person. 2: OMFG I just bought the two Savage Garden albums on iTunes. I'm a fucking happy guy right now. :3
Shit on the Radio
General | Posted 16 years agoPull up your pants, that wasn't an order.
I would just like to take the time out to complain about some of the crap we have to endure on the radio waves these days. They used to play music by GOOD artists, like Luther Vandross, and Stevie Wonder. You know, people who dominated the biz back when popular music actually had meaning. You know what we have to deal with now? Empty, soulless, slutty shit by Britney Spears and the like.
Oh no, Ryota isn't going to start bashing Britney, is he? Yes, the fuck he is. I'm sorry, I have absolutely no respect for her, or her work, if indeed it qualifies as work. Her, and her replacement Miley Cyrus, and those dimwitted Disney poster boys, the Jonas Brothers. Granted, they're okay... if you're under the age of twelve, and have no idea what real music is. I actually feel sorry for our generation, and truly stand in horror of what it has chosen as "popular."
Such as all this craze over bands like Boys Like Girls. First of all, there are way too many of them, and they all feel like Fall Out Boy clones. Second, why are they popular? Does it have anything to do with the attractiveness of the lead singer? I dunno, it seems to me that every single band of the same genre has the same generic lead singer, with emo hair, wearing his little sister's jeans, and he's always apparently "hot." And you know what, I feel sorry for people who like a band for the appeal of the members. It should be about what and how well they perform, not whether or not they are bangable.
Take bands like Kiss, for example. They do all their live shows with makeup or masks on, and people like them for their music. Or, in the case of Kiss, it's more likely that their pyrotechnics are what drew the fans in. In any case, you get the point.
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I can relax, and tell you all that I had a lovely weekend, and that I'm tired and going to bed as soon as humanly possible. Toodles!
I would just like to take the time out to complain about some of the crap we have to endure on the radio waves these days. They used to play music by GOOD artists, like Luther Vandross, and Stevie Wonder. You know, people who dominated the biz back when popular music actually had meaning. You know what we have to deal with now? Empty, soulless, slutty shit by Britney Spears and the like.
Oh no, Ryota isn't going to start bashing Britney, is he? Yes, the fuck he is. I'm sorry, I have absolutely no respect for her, or her work, if indeed it qualifies as work. Her, and her replacement Miley Cyrus, and those dimwitted Disney poster boys, the Jonas Brothers. Granted, they're okay... if you're under the age of twelve, and have no idea what real music is. I actually feel sorry for our generation, and truly stand in horror of what it has chosen as "popular."
Such as all this craze over bands like Boys Like Girls. First of all, there are way too many of them, and they all feel like Fall Out Boy clones. Second, why are they popular? Does it have anything to do with the attractiveness of the lead singer? I dunno, it seems to me that every single band of the same genre has the same generic lead singer, with emo hair, wearing his little sister's jeans, and he's always apparently "hot." And you know what, I feel sorry for people who like a band for the appeal of the members. It should be about what and how well they perform, not whether or not they are bangable.
Take bands like Kiss, for example. They do all their live shows with makeup or masks on, and people like them for their music. Or, in the case of Kiss, it's more likely that their pyrotechnics are what drew the fans in. In any case, you get the point.
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I can relax, and tell you all that I had a lovely weekend, and that I'm tired and going to bed as soon as humanly possible. Toodles!
Heart Attack
General | Posted 16 years agoScrew it. I was gonna see if I could go a full week without making a new journal, but it's just not physically possible. I apparently have too much on my mind, and for some reason choose to type it out for all the internet to see, rather than tell people who actually care.
I've begun to notice a few things about love. It's fleeting, and rare, and not always as strong as they make it look in those damn Hollywood abominations. In some cases, it can even drive two people apart, two people who fearfully delved into each others worlds and know each other back to front. It's an ugly truth, but it exists. Call me bitter, cynical, whatever it is that rolls off your tongue first, but I don't, can't, believe in the type of love that they show you in movies. You know, those ones where no matter how bad each party fucks up, they end up together in the end and all is well. Sorry kids, that ain't how it works.
This isn't coming from some angry part of me that wishes things had gone better for me in the past, or wishes I could do it all over and retain my wide-eyed innocence regarding love. This isn't me lashing out at anyone(for once). I'm actually very happy with my situation, and I'm glad that the events leading up to it occurred at all... otherwise, I would never have learned a thing, and I'd still be the same clingy, lovesick loser I was before. Just the detached musings of someone who gets the misfortune of watching people over and over and over, making the same mistakes and never learning.
See, I don't believe in TRUE love. If love were true, people wouldn't lie, cheat, and steal to show or hide how they feel. They wouldn't cause pain to one another, or leave abruptly when they notice one glaring flaw in their significant other. So no, I don't believe in true love. I do, however, believe that there are people whose lives are inexplicably intertwined by some unspeakable force. I thought I felt this force more than once, and more than once I've been wrong. Well, except twice. First time, the pull wasn't enough to keep us together, or warrant a second chance at something potentially amazing. Second time... well, let's say that second chances can do wonders.
I should rant about stuff more often, this was fun. Although, I doubt many people would agree with this cynical view on love. Also, before anyone who reads this thinks that they're subtly mentioned and gets all up in arms; don't. It isn't worth it. This is just a wordy observation concocted to both test my vocabulary and get out an opinion. And now, to bed, my head has been pounding like a drum for the past five hours straight.
And before I forget, art... I've lost my touch. What little touch I had. I'm just not motivated to pick up a pencil anymore, it pisses me off. I should be motivated or inspired, but... I feel nothing. The magic just isn't there. I have an idea of where it went, but it's a better idea to search for a new source of inspiration.
I've begun to notice a few things about love. It's fleeting, and rare, and not always as strong as they make it look in those damn Hollywood abominations. In some cases, it can even drive two people apart, two people who fearfully delved into each others worlds and know each other back to front. It's an ugly truth, but it exists. Call me bitter, cynical, whatever it is that rolls off your tongue first, but I don't, can't, believe in the type of love that they show you in movies. You know, those ones where no matter how bad each party fucks up, they end up together in the end and all is well. Sorry kids, that ain't how it works.
This isn't coming from some angry part of me that wishes things had gone better for me in the past, or wishes I could do it all over and retain my wide-eyed innocence regarding love. This isn't me lashing out at anyone(for once). I'm actually very happy with my situation, and I'm glad that the events leading up to it occurred at all... otherwise, I would never have learned a thing, and I'd still be the same clingy, lovesick loser I was before. Just the detached musings of someone who gets the misfortune of watching people over and over and over, making the same mistakes and never learning.
See, I don't believe in TRUE love. If love were true, people wouldn't lie, cheat, and steal to show or hide how they feel. They wouldn't cause pain to one another, or leave abruptly when they notice one glaring flaw in their significant other. So no, I don't believe in true love. I do, however, believe that there are people whose lives are inexplicably intertwined by some unspeakable force. I thought I felt this force more than once, and more than once I've been wrong. Well, except twice. First time, the pull wasn't enough to keep us together, or warrant a second chance at something potentially amazing. Second time... well, let's say that second chances can do wonders.
I should rant about stuff more often, this was fun. Although, I doubt many people would agree with this cynical view on love. Also, before anyone who reads this thinks that they're subtly mentioned and gets all up in arms; don't. It isn't worth it. This is just a wordy observation concocted to both test my vocabulary and get out an opinion. And now, to bed, my head has been pounding like a drum for the past five hours straight.
And before I forget, art... I've lost my touch. What little touch I had. I'm just not motivated to pick up a pencil anymore, it pisses me off. I should be motivated or inspired, but... I feel nothing. The magic just isn't there. I have an idea of where it went, but it's a better idea to search for a new source of inspiration.
Make Your Daddy Talk.
General | Posted 16 years agoSorry about the title, it's an inside joke that none of you would get.
So, do you want to hear about my day? You're reading my journal, of course you do. Well, it was a fun day. I decided to ignore the fact that it was freezing as hell and pouring out, and threw on my thin Naruto hoodie and headed out o Long Island. I hung out with Tina for a bit, watched football with her and her dad, then went bowling with Tina and her downstairs neighbor. He's this little kid, really nice and obedient, just the way I like my children. Anywho, we went bowling, and the unthinkable happened: I won a game. I won a game of bowling. I somehow managed to get three strikes in, two in a row. After that, we randomly decided to get some ice cream and chocolate whipped cream, and just pig out. All in all, a great day.
Of course, for me, every great day has a crappy ending. In other words, that means I have to come home at some point. Home, to where I get no respect, no privacy, no free time, and no say in what goes on around me. Well, my mom is cool, but my dad... asshole of the century. He decided to take all of my Broadway shirts and throw them out, just because he didn't like the way they looked on me. He never once considered that I could lose weight, or that they weren't just shirts. Really, they weren't. They weren't mere items of clothing, they were proof that I went to see my fellow actors in their element, performing incredible songs and giving the audience their money's worth. They were keepsakes, to remind me of those amazing days, and I can't buy that back. Most of the shows I have shirts from are no longer on Broadway, and even if they were, it wouldn't be the same. I would have to pay to see the whole show again and create a whole new memory. I know, I sound like a drama queen, but he IS an asshole for doing that, and it isn't the first time my privacy has been thus invaded.
In other news, I've started yet another Dawson's Creek marathon. But with all my college responsibilities and having to visit Tina frequently, I expect one season to take about a month. Not cool... even though I know what happens already.
I suppose that's it for now. So long. And remember, protect your ass from the evil Dr. Rabbit at least twice a day.
So, do you want to hear about my day? You're reading my journal, of course you do. Well, it was a fun day. I decided to ignore the fact that it was freezing as hell and pouring out, and threw on my thin Naruto hoodie and headed out o Long Island. I hung out with Tina for a bit, watched football with her and her dad, then went bowling with Tina and her downstairs neighbor. He's this little kid, really nice and obedient, just the way I like my children. Anywho, we went bowling, and the unthinkable happened: I won a game. I won a game of bowling. I somehow managed to get three strikes in, two in a row. After that, we randomly decided to get some ice cream and chocolate whipped cream, and just pig out. All in all, a great day.
Of course, for me, every great day has a crappy ending. In other words, that means I have to come home at some point. Home, to where I get no respect, no privacy, no free time, and no say in what goes on around me. Well, my mom is cool, but my dad... asshole of the century. He decided to take all of my Broadway shirts and throw them out, just because he didn't like the way they looked on me. He never once considered that I could lose weight, or that they weren't just shirts. Really, they weren't. They weren't mere items of clothing, they were proof that I went to see my fellow actors in their element, performing incredible songs and giving the audience their money's worth. They were keepsakes, to remind me of those amazing days, and I can't buy that back. Most of the shows I have shirts from are no longer on Broadway, and even if they were, it wouldn't be the same. I would have to pay to see the whole show again and create a whole new memory. I know, I sound like a drama queen, but he IS an asshole for doing that, and it isn't the first time my privacy has been thus invaded.
In other news, I've started yet another Dawson's Creek marathon. But with all my college responsibilities and having to visit Tina frequently, I expect one season to take about a month. Not cool... even though I know what happens already.
I suppose that's it for now. So long. And remember, protect your ass from the evil Dr. Rabbit at least twice a day.
I'm a filthy slut who loves to devour sandwiches?
General | Posted 16 years agoClick here to find out what the title is about.
Boring week. I managed to do about half of my research paper. Of course, it was the easy half, but it was half nonetheless. And for once, i didn't do my work while half asleep. I was fully conscious the whole time. Of course, that led to writers block, which led to total distraction, which led to me closing the file and playing pinball and listening to Spin over and over.
While we're sort of on the subject, any of you heard the song Love and Attraction by Darren Hayes? No? Didn't think so. Well, a certain portion of that song is stuck in my head, it's quite genius. "I want her, she wants him/He wants me, I give in/I want her, I want him/I don't want anything. I've started questioning the rules of coupling/This strip is Mobius, it's neverending."
Okay, that really had nothing to do with anything I mentioned before, it was just cool.
Now, I am off to harvest my crops. I have this app on Facebook where you take care of a farm... it's damn addicting. O_o
Boring week. I managed to do about half of my research paper. Of course, it was the easy half, but it was half nonetheless. And for once, i didn't do my work while half asleep. I was fully conscious the whole time. Of course, that led to writers block, which led to total distraction, which led to me closing the file and playing pinball and listening to Spin over and over.
While we're sort of on the subject, any of you heard the song Love and Attraction by Darren Hayes? No? Didn't think so. Well, a certain portion of that song is stuck in my head, it's quite genius. "I want her, she wants him/He wants me, I give in/I want her, I want him/I don't want anything. I've started questioning the rules of coupling/This strip is Mobius, it's neverending."
Okay, that really had nothing to do with anything I mentioned before, it was just cool.
Now, I am off to harvest my crops. I have this app on Facebook where you take care of a farm... it's damn addicting. O_o
Hold Please.
General | Posted 16 years agoIt is written that you, Your Majesty, ARE GAY.
Haha. I've been trying to get that damn URL thing down for ages. Now that that's done with...
Hi. Time for a new journal, it feels like. I'm done being angry for the time being. This sucks... I only produce good art when I'm upset, apparently. Total writer's/art block now... not good, considering that I've left my homework until the last minute AGAIN. Oh well. It'll get done... somehow... *calls nerd*
Soooo... I wound up spending the day in a pizza shop yesterday. I learned how to make this pasta stuff called Penne a la Vodka... with real vodka. It was pretty cool, watching the pan go up in flames... I like fire... FIRE! Also, I spent over six hours in transit, total. Such a great day. X3
Being broke sucks. I hate ittt. But, I keep spending money on ridiculous things. Like, I want a new kitty hat, which will run me $38. Also, I want a pair of handcuffs... if you value your current opinion of me, don't ask.
Well, that's all... gotta get back to homework, and such. Oh, who am I kidding, I'll go play Halo, then do my homework at one in the morning, as usual.
One last thing... Moses said to Rameses, "Let my people GO." To which Rameses replied, "WHAT DID YOU SAY, NIGGA?"
P.S. I bought the handcuffs. Wearing them now, actually... it's hard to type like this. I'm gonna see if I'm nice like Houdini... if I'm not, I MIGHT have to ask my mom to get them off. O_O
Haha. I've been trying to get that damn URL thing down for ages. Now that that's done with...
Hi. Time for a new journal, it feels like. I'm done being angry for the time being. This sucks... I only produce good art when I'm upset, apparently. Total writer's/art block now... not good, considering that I've left my homework until the last minute AGAIN. Oh well. It'll get done... somehow... *calls nerd*
Soooo... I wound up spending the day in a pizza shop yesterday. I learned how to make this pasta stuff called Penne a la Vodka... with real vodka. It was pretty cool, watching the pan go up in flames... I like fire... FIRE! Also, I spent over six hours in transit, total. Such a great day. X3
Being broke sucks. I hate ittt. But, I keep spending money on ridiculous things. Like, I want a new kitty hat, which will run me $38. Also, I want a pair of handcuffs... if you value your current opinion of me, don't ask.
Well, that's all... gotta get back to homework, and such. Oh, who am I kidding, I'll go play Halo, then do my homework at one in the morning, as usual.
One last thing... Moses said to Rameses, "Let my people GO." To which Rameses replied, "WHAT DID YOU SAY, NIGGA?"
P.S. I bought the handcuffs. Wearing them now, actually... it's hard to type like this. I'm gonna see if I'm nice like Houdini... if I'm not, I MIGHT have to ask my mom to get them off. O_O
Red and Black (edited)
General | Posted 16 years agoThe time is near... so near, it's stirring the blood in their veins. And yet beware; don't let the wine go to your braiiiins. For the army we fight is a dangerous foe, with the men and the arms that we never can match. Oh, it's easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies, but the National Guard will be harder to catch. We need a signnnn, to rally the people, to call them to arms, to bring them in lineeeeee.
Well. You know I MUST be bored if I'm posting a journal that starts off with Les Mis lyrics. Yeah, it's about that time of the week where I subconsciously do anything and everything to distract me from my homework until the last minute. It's a bad habit of mine. I could at least be doing something productive with this time, like DRAWING(which I will get around to at some point tonight), or picking a proper audition song. The song containing the lyrics above is a candidate, as is Endless Night from the Lion King. I usually can't belt that well, but those two songs I worked really hard to get myself to do so properly.
I'm still on my writing thing. I've been coming up with random lyrics over and over, and never committing to a full song. I think I've got a winner with the most recent lines, though. They sound cool out loud.
Also... last night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I awoke in a desert called Cyberland. It was hot, my canteen had sprung a leak, and I was... thirsty. Out of the abyss walked a cow; Elsie. I asked if she had anything to drink, and she said, "IIIIII'M FORBIDDEN TO PRODUCE.... milk. IN CYBERLAAAAND, WE ONLY DRINK.... Diet Coke."
Yeah... gonna shut my trap before I make myself look insane or something. SPEAKING OF WHICH... Holy jumping Jesus hopping through hoops of fire! So, I showed one of my poems to someone at school, and as some of you know, they are of a dark tone. Well, he got all scared, thought I was gonna commit suicide or something, told a guidance counselor, and THESE FUCKTARDS WANT ME TO EITHER TONE DOWN MY WRITING, OR NOT SHOW IT AT ALL. I WILL NOT be censored, or change my style just to fit the norm. What I write is what I write; there is no hidden meaning, no subtext, no allusions to what's going on in my life. It's just a written manifestation of things that I can't say or do. IT'S JUST ART. IF I DRAW A PICTURE OF TWO MALE RENAMONS FUCKING, IT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE DIGIMON OR MEN, DOES IT? Same with poetry. =P
Sorry, going away, for real this time.
P.S. NOW THESE FUCKING ASSTARDS ARE TRYING TO CONTROL MY LANGUAGE AS WELL. Well, guess what, teach: SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER TITS FART TURD 'n TWAT is what I have to say to you. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, and you especially have NO authority over what I can and can't say, so blow it out your ass and shut the fuck up before I kick you so hard in the face that your tits will bleed.
Well. You know I MUST be bored if I'm posting a journal that starts off with Les Mis lyrics. Yeah, it's about that time of the week where I subconsciously do anything and everything to distract me from my homework until the last minute. It's a bad habit of mine. I could at least be doing something productive with this time, like DRAWING(which I will get around to at some point tonight), or picking a proper audition song. The song containing the lyrics above is a candidate, as is Endless Night from the Lion King. I usually can't belt that well, but those two songs I worked really hard to get myself to do so properly.
I'm still on my writing thing. I've been coming up with random lyrics over and over, and never committing to a full song. I think I've got a winner with the most recent lines, though. They sound cool out loud.
Also... last night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I awoke in a desert called Cyberland. It was hot, my canteen had sprung a leak, and I was... thirsty. Out of the abyss walked a cow; Elsie. I asked if she had anything to drink, and she said, "IIIIII'M FORBIDDEN TO PRODUCE.... milk. IN CYBERLAAAAND, WE ONLY DRINK.... Diet Coke."
Yeah... gonna shut my trap before I make myself look insane or something. SPEAKING OF WHICH... Holy jumping Jesus hopping through hoops of fire! So, I showed one of my poems to someone at school, and as some of you know, they are of a dark tone. Well, he got all scared, thought I was gonna commit suicide or something, told a guidance counselor, and THESE FUCKTARDS WANT ME TO EITHER TONE DOWN MY WRITING, OR NOT SHOW IT AT ALL. I WILL NOT be censored, or change my style just to fit the norm. What I write is what I write; there is no hidden meaning, no subtext, no allusions to what's going on in my life. It's just a written manifestation of things that I can't say or do. IT'S JUST ART. IF I DRAW A PICTURE OF TWO MALE RENAMONS FUCKING, IT DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE DIGIMON OR MEN, DOES IT? Same with poetry. =P
Sorry, going away, for real this time.
P.S. NOW THESE FUCKING ASSTARDS ARE TRYING TO CONTROL MY LANGUAGE AS WELL. Well, guess what, teach: SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER TITS FART TURD 'n TWAT is what I have to say to you. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, and you especially have NO authority over what I can and can't say, so blow it out your ass and shut the fuck up before I kick you so hard in the face that your tits will bleed.
JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER
General | Posted 16 years agoI HAD SO MUCH FUN! I've never seen so many nerds in one spot. :D
I went to the Anime Festival today, and it rocked my world. There were Sakuras, Sasukes, Spikes, random ninjas, angry penguins, Links, Tifas, Soras, Rikus, and even an Inuyasha that I saw when I went last year. I even met this guy that I used to go to school with there, it was awesome. And I already can't wait until next year... Hopefully, by that point, I'll have enough money to afford more than just tickets for me and Tina. There were some awesome swords and shirts there, my favorite being a picture of a chicken bearing neckwear, labeled "Hen-Tie." I DID manage to buy some buttons for my new bookbag, matching necklaces, a keychain, and an adorable hat with fluffy cat ears. (I know, that last one was by no means a necessity, but... come on. FLUFFY!)
Anyways, I must go... I have people to do, and things to see. Wait.. scratch that, reverse it. Thank you.
I went to the Anime Festival today, and it rocked my world. There were Sakuras, Sasukes, Spikes, random ninjas, angry penguins, Links, Tifas, Soras, Rikus, and even an Inuyasha that I saw when I went last year. I even met this guy that I used to go to school with there, it was awesome. And I already can't wait until next year... Hopefully, by that point, I'll have enough money to afford more than just tickets for me and Tina. There were some awesome swords and shirts there, my favorite being a picture of a chicken bearing neckwear, labeled "Hen-Tie." I DID manage to buy some buttons for my new bookbag, matching necklaces, a keychain, and an adorable hat with fluffy cat ears. (I know, that last one was by no means a necessity, but... come on. FLUFFY!)
Anyways, I must go... I have people to do, and things to see. Wait.. scratch that, reverse it. Thank you.
Craptastic
General | Posted 16 years ago
tagged me. He shall PAY. XD1- Post these rules.
2- Post 15 things about you.
3- At the end you must tag 5 people.
4- Go to their page and tell them they are tagged.
1- I may not act like it, but I love life.
2- Dawson's Creek is my favorite show in the world.
3- I love Halo.
4- George Carlin and Bam Margera are my role models... I sure can pick 'em.
5- Music is my anti-drug.
6- I prefer acting and singing to drawing.
7- I have been a diehard fan of Eminem since I was seven.
8- I am just evil enough to be able to laugh at the climax of Titanic. You know, with all the people dying.
9- I refuse to drink orange juice.
10- I somehow managed to get over my needyness, and can get along fine in a relationship without seeing the other person for a while.
11- Given the chance, I would definitely buy a house in the suburbs, overlooking some kind of lake or river.
12- I have every System of a Down CD.
13- I am a tenor, and I'm starting to really focus on nailing my falsettos... someone told me once that he didn't like the way they sounded.
14- I tend to meow sometimes. Usually when I'm bored, or confused, or surprised, or just can't think of anything to say.
15- For some odd reason, two different girls want to marry me. o.O
I tag... NOBODY! Haha. The cycle ends here. ^_^
