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Pinkamena Pie Short Story - Partially a Vent
Posted 14 years ago It was getting late, and the sun had just set, Luna’s brilliant moon rising slowly. Everypony was indoors, and the town of Ponyville was quiet. Most ponies were getting ready to go to bed. It had been another brilliant summer day. It had been a busy day for Sugarcube Corner, the local sweets shop. Ponies had been in and out of the shop all day, keeping Mr. and Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie busy filling orders. Pinkie had told Mr. and Mrs. Cake that she would finish the last of the orders herself, and told them they should go home, that they had been working way to hard lately. They had thanked her and went off to their house, leaving Pinkie with two or three more orders of pastries. She had handled them with ease, the last customer leaving shortly before sunset. Well, the second to last.
Berry Punch had walked into the shop ready to pick up her order of a half dozen cupcakes for herself and her daughter. Unfortunately for her, she was, as she usually was in the evenings, completely drunk. Pinkie knew she would probably passed out before making it home, so Pinkie offered her own bed to Berry Punch. Pinkie told her that she would go and watch Berry’s daughter for the night. Berry had reluctantly accepted the hospitality, only to wake up in the basement of Sugarcube Corner tied down to a table, Pinkie Pie standing at the end wearing an apron and holding a long carving knife. Her hair had flattened from its usual curls, despite the grin on her face.
Now with the moon rising, Pinkie was shuffling her way to the shower, ready to clean the remnants of the town drunk out of her pink fur. She was muttering to herself that she had gotten carried away, that the alcohol in Berry’s system made her blood too thin for the cutting to last longer, that she would have to go for Berry’s daughter next. As Pinkie pulled the shower curtain closed, she wished things were as simple as they were back when there were more clones walking the streets of Ponyville. She could no longer have dramatic conversations with Rainbow Dash as she sliced away bits and pieces, now that there was only one Rainbow Dash left. Pinkie knew this was the last Berry Punch. As Pinkie scrubbed the blood from her chest, she shuddered, startled by a gruff voice from outside the shower calling her.
“You really messed that one up, kid,” the voice scolded. Pinkie threw the curtain back, looking about angrily. She gritted her teeth as she caught sight of the table across from the shower. Sitting on the table were a few assorted items which she had grown to dislike. She gaze was stuck on a pile of rocks. “You should have waited until morning, when the alcohol had worked its way out of her system.”
“Shut up, Rocky!” Pinkie snapped at the pile of rocks. She pulled the curtain closed again, scrubbing at her chest again. “If I had waited until morning Mr. and Mrs. Cake would have come looking for me. Things would have become even more complicated.” Pinkie shifted how she was sitting the shower to scrub the back of her arm, but another voice caught her attention.
“I would have waited for a different pony, one who still had copies walking around town.” Pinkie recognized the voice or Sir Lintsalot. She peeked around the curtain at the ball of lint sitting next to pile of rocks. “There are still plenty of Colgates and we haven’t even touched a single Fluttershy.”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could have some fun with one of those pretty pegasi,” called a bucket of turnips on the other side of Rocky. “We haven’t taken one single pegasus aside from Rainbow Dash and that Spitfire wannabe.”
“Mr. Turnip!” shouted Pinkie. “You know very well that Fluttershy is too sensitive! We’ll get that derpy pegasus next, if you’re that ada—“
“Ever since you used Madame le Flour to make those Rainbow Dash cupcakes, you have been slacking,” interrupted Rocky. “You never cared about a pony being too sensitive before tasting how atrocious those cupcakes were. You’ve gone soft on us, Pinkimena!” The others began joining in on verbally attacking Pinkie. She continued scrubbing her arms and legs, trying her hardest to ignore all the insults. Her head already ached from the Berry’s screaming. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to act as a painkiller? Pinkie shook with a silent rage as she watched the diluted crimson water rinse out of her mane and with it poured the cruel words of the inanimate objects on the table outside. The shaking grew more violent as Pinkie began to grit her teeth and breathe harder. The calmness she gained from taking Berry’s life was gone.
Pinkie tore open the shower curtain, returning to the room where she had killed Berry, momentarily making eye contact with the corpse. She shivered with irritation as she picked up the carving knife again. With a shout of frustration, she took the blade to Berry’s face, removing her eyes with deadly precision.
“Don’t give me that look, unless you want me to keep it,” muttered Pinkie, finding little comfort in her pun. She shivered with a sadistic giggle that she was forcing out, in hopes that it would bring out real laughter. Pinkie shuddered at a sudden low cackle from the three objects on the table.
“That’s more like the good old Pinkimena we know and love,” called Mr. Turnip. The others murmured in agreement. “Now, we have to have a Flutter--”
“Shut up!” Pinkie yelled. “You are not real! You have no say in what I do!” Pinkie was walking towards them with the carving knife in hoof. “I am not your to control. I created you. Stop talking!” Pinkie raised the carving knife over her head. She stabbed it down into the bucket of turnips, pulling out a few that she impaled. Swinging the blade to the side, the turnips slipped off and flew to the end of the room. Pinkie reeled back a hoof and swung it at the pile of rocks, sweeping her arm and knocking it over. The rocks fell to the floor and rolled in about the floor.
“Pinkimena, please calm down,” pleaded Sir Lintsalot.
“Oh, Sir Lintsalot,” Pinkie spoke softly, “I’m calmer than I’ve ever been.” She stabbed her knife into the table, just beside the ball of lint. Then, she swept it up, carrying it up the stairs with a serene grin. She opened the door at the top of the stairs, walking over to the kitchen. She flipped open the door to the oven, sliding a tray out of it. Pinkie set Sir Lintsalot in the middle of the pan.
“Please, Pinkimena! Don’t do this!” begged the ball of lint.
“Funny,” muttered Pinkie as she slid the pan back into the oven. “That’s what they all say.”
Pinkie closed the oven door and turned it on, watching back to the door. She stopped, noticing that she had tracked blood and water through the shop. She decided to finish showering, and then clean up the mess before going to bed. It was still around midnight, after all. Pinkie trotted down the stairs, locking the door behind her. She hopped back into the shower. Just as she turned the water back on, the voices returned.
“We always come back, Madame,” said a voice in a heavy French accent.
“We’re more than just objects, Pinkimena,” said Rocky.
“We’re part of you, Pinkimena,” said Mr. Turnip.
“We’re going to be together…” began Sir Lintsalot.
“Forever…” Pinkie mumbled with eyes wide, horrified expression across her face. She slumped down onto her rump and sat, watching the diluted crimson water runs out of her mane again. The shaking returned as she wept softly, the blood and water hiding her tears.
Berry Punch had walked into the shop ready to pick up her order of a half dozen cupcakes for herself and her daughter. Unfortunately for her, she was, as she usually was in the evenings, completely drunk. Pinkie knew she would probably passed out before making it home, so Pinkie offered her own bed to Berry Punch. Pinkie told her that she would go and watch Berry’s daughter for the night. Berry had reluctantly accepted the hospitality, only to wake up in the basement of Sugarcube Corner tied down to a table, Pinkie Pie standing at the end wearing an apron and holding a long carving knife. Her hair had flattened from its usual curls, despite the grin on her face.
Now with the moon rising, Pinkie was shuffling her way to the shower, ready to clean the remnants of the town drunk out of her pink fur. She was muttering to herself that she had gotten carried away, that the alcohol in Berry’s system made her blood too thin for the cutting to last longer, that she would have to go for Berry’s daughter next. As Pinkie pulled the shower curtain closed, she wished things were as simple as they were back when there were more clones walking the streets of Ponyville. She could no longer have dramatic conversations with Rainbow Dash as she sliced away bits and pieces, now that there was only one Rainbow Dash left. Pinkie knew this was the last Berry Punch. As Pinkie scrubbed the blood from her chest, she shuddered, startled by a gruff voice from outside the shower calling her.
“You really messed that one up, kid,” the voice scolded. Pinkie threw the curtain back, looking about angrily. She gritted her teeth as she caught sight of the table across from the shower. Sitting on the table were a few assorted items which she had grown to dislike. She gaze was stuck on a pile of rocks. “You should have waited until morning, when the alcohol had worked its way out of her system.”
“Shut up, Rocky!” Pinkie snapped at the pile of rocks. She pulled the curtain closed again, scrubbing at her chest again. “If I had waited until morning Mr. and Mrs. Cake would have come looking for me. Things would have become even more complicated.” Pinkie shifted how she was sitting the shower to scrub the back of her arm, but another voice caught her attention.
“I would have waited for a different pony, one who still had copies walking around town.” Pinkie recognized the voice or Sir Lintsalot. She peeked around the curtain at the ball of lint sitting next to pile of rocks. “There are still plenty of Colgates and we haven’t even touched a single Fluttershy.”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could have some fun with one of those pretty pegasi,” called a bucket of turnips on the other side of Rocky. “We haven’t taken one single pegasus aside from Rainbow Dash and that Spitfire wannabe.”
“Mr. Turnip!” shouted Pinkie. “You know very well that Fluttershy is too sensitive! We’ll get that derpy pegasus next, if you’re that ada—“
“Ever since you used Madame le Flour to make those Rainbow Dash cupcakes, you have been slacking,” interrupted Rocky. “You never cared about a pony being too sensitive before tasting how atrocious those cupcakes were. You’ve gone soft on us, Pinkimena!” The others began joining in on verbally attacking Pinkie. She continued scrubbing her arms and legs, trying her hardest to ignore all the insults. Her head already ached from the Berry’s screaming. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to act as a painkiller? Pinkie shook with a silent rage as she watched the diluted crimson water rinse out of her mane and with it poured the cruel words of the inanimate objects on the table outside. The shaking grew more violent as Pinkie began to grit her teeth and breathe harder. The calmness she gained from taking Berry’s life was gone.
Pinkie tore open the shower curtain, returning to the room where she had killed Berry, momentarily making eye contact with the corpse. She shivered with irritation as she picked up the carving knife again. With a shout of frustration, she took the blade to Berry’s face, removing her eyes with deadly precision.
“Don’t give me that look, unless you want me to keep it,” muttered Pinkie, finding little comfort in her pun. She shivered with a sadistic giggle that she was forcing out, in hopes that it would bring out real laughter. Pinkie shuddered at a sudden low cackle from the three objects on the table.
“That’s more like the good old Pinkimena we know and love,” called Mr. Turnip. The others murmured in agreement. “Now, we have to have a Flutter--”
“Shut up!” Pinkie yelled. “You are not real! You have no say in what I do!” Pinkie was walking towards them with the carving knife in hoof. “I am not your to control. I created you. Stop talking!” Pinkie raised the carving knife over her head. She stabbed it down into the bucket of turnips, pulling out a few that she impaled. Swinging the blade to the side, the turnips slipped off and flew to the end of the room. Pinkie reeled back a hoof and swung it at the pile of rocks, sweeping her arm and knocking it over. The rocks fell to the floor and rolled in about the floor.
“Pinkimena, please calm down,” pleaded Sir Lintsalot.
“Oh, Sir Lintsalot,” Pinkie spoke softly, “I’m calmer than I’ve ever been.” She stabbed her knife into the table, just beside the ball of lint. Then, she swept it up, carrying it up the stairs with a serene grin. She opened the door at the top of the stairs, walking over to the kitchen. She flipped open the door to the oven, sliding a tray out of it. Pinkie set Sir Lintsalot in the middle of the pan.
“Please, Pinkimena! Don’t do this!” begged the ball of lint.
“Funny,” muttered Pinkie as she slid the pan back into the oven. “That’s what they all say.”
Pinkie closed the oven door and turned it on, watching back to the door. She stopped, noticing that she had tracked blood and water through the shop. She decided to finish showering, and then clean up the mess before going to bed. It was still around midnight, after all. Pinkie trotted down the stairs, locking the door behind her. She hopped back into the shower. Just as she turned the water back on, the voices returned.
“We always come back, Madame,” said a voice in a heavy French accent.
“We’re more than just objects, Pinkimena,” said Rocky.
“We’re part of you, Pinkimena,” said Mr. Turnip.
“We’re going to be together…” began Sir Lintsalot.
“Forever…” Pinkie mumbled with eyes wide, horrified expression across her face. She slumped down onto her rump and sat, watching the diluted crimson water runs out of her mane again. The shaking returned as she wept softly, the blood and water hiding her tears.
I've Been Awhile...
Posted 14 years agoAnd I'm only back to say that I most likely will not be uploading anything else.
I don't feel good enough to be here.
I kinda don't even want to draw anymore.
My "ability" is gone.
My artwork has become pathetic.
My writing has become repetitive.
All of my subject matter is either "My Little Pony" or shit.
I can't even think of much more to say.
That's why every sentence gets its own line.
I dislike the look of a short journal.
This gives it length.
And I know maybe three people tops will even read this...
Let alone comment.
And it doesn't bother me.
It's just how my life is.
I feel replaceable.
I feel unnecessary.
I feel inferior.
I feel stupid.
I feel like a failure...
And I'm sorry I wasted your time...
I don't feel good enough to be here.
I kinda don't even want to draw anymore.
My "ability" is gone.
My artwork has become pathetic.
My writing has become repetitive.
All of my subject matter is either "My Little Pony" or shit.
I can't even think of much more to say.
That's why every sentence gets its own line.
I dislike the look of a short journal.
This gives it length.
And I know maybe three people tops will even read this...
Let alone comment.
And it doesn't bother me.
It's just how my life is.
I feel replaceable.
I feel unnecessary.
I feel inferior.
I feel stupid.
I feel like a failure...
And I'm sorry I wasted your time...
Belligerence
Posted 14 years agoDeep down in the hearts of every man, woman, and child, there is a belligerence. It is an everpresent thirst for the taste of blood, a concentration of what it actually means to be human.
Let me explain...
Humans are probably one of the most complex organisms to ever exist on Earth, barring extra-terrestrials, if you believe in that sort of thing. We have highly complex emotions and sensibilities that the vast majority of creation seem to lack. We are capable of love, which is most likely the most confusing subject to ever cross the mind of a sentient lifeform. We are capable of hate, which is just as complex an emotion as love. Or is it? Is it actually a separate emotional state? Or is it nothing more than the correctly proportioned amounts of fear and anger, mixing together in an alchemic emotional concoction?
I have come to a realization lately, upon my recent decision to fight my seemingly growing depression. I am afraid of the military. I can barely maintain my composure around personel in uniform. Playing video games that are war-based and realistic (such as Call of Duty, Medal of Honor, Homefront, etc.) for extended periods of time tend make me feel queasy. *I have even held off for a bit on signing up for Selective Services, despite knowing that the likeliness of a draft is near zero.* The growing thoughts of becoming a soldier myself someday fill me with fear, anxiety, and grief.
Yet, for some reason, despite my fear, anxiety, and overall despair, I still indulge in a life surrounded by militaristic qualities. I have a growing obsesion with wanting to collect firearms, just because of how beautiful some of them are. A few of my family members, including my father and aunt, have been in the military. I also have many friends who are going into the service, in varying branches. Hell, my own girlfriend is a soldier. I still put myself through the stress of playing Call of Duty and Homefront. However, my queasy feelings have branched off into feelings of apathy and sadistic enjoyment, neither of which am I proud. Then I slowly feel the pain set in that I will never be brave enough or good enough to be a soldier. I feel so inadequate, comparing myself to a soldier, of any caliber, and yet, I won't be one, because of how terrified I am.
I have been encouraged often by my friends... More specifically, my girlfriend has told me that I would make an excellent soldier with a little PT. Or, rather... a lot. My best mile time was 8:47, and that's only because I had continual encouragement, and I nearly died at the end. She says that I would probably score a 99 on the ASVABS, solely because scoring a 100 is impossible. She says that I am a rational enough thinker to be able to do it. She says I would definitely pass her IQ, continuing on to say that if I couldn't beat her with brawn (which I can't) then I could easily do so with brains.
So, now I am highly considering taking the ASVABS and an IQ test to see if she is right. We discussed that I would most likely have recruiters kicking in my door, if I DID manage a 99, asking me to join Spec Ops, or some other group of skilled military personel. I'd enjoy it, and I'd tell them to come back later after I think about it a bit. That way I could get a boost of self-worth, feeling like I was actually wanted for something.
So, I will look into those tests more. Hopefully I will find something. And hopefully, I can get over my fears. I'm already seeing a therapist about the depression.
I guess, I'll try to keep updating as much as I can.
Let me explain...
Humans are probably one of the most complex organisms to ever exist on Earth, barring extra-terrestrials, if you believe in that sort of thing. We have highly complex emotions and sensibilities that the vast majority of creation seem to lack. We are capable of love, which is most likely the most confusing subject to ever cross the mind of a sentient lifeform. We are capable of hate, which is just as complex an emotion as love. Or is it? Is it actually a separate emotional state? Or is it nothing more than the correctly proportioned amounts of fear and anger, mixing together in an alchemic emotional concoction?
I have come to a realization lately, upon my recent decision to fight my seemingly growing depression. I am afraid of the military. I can barely maintain my composure around personel in uniform. Playing video games that are war-based and realistic (such as Call of Duty, Medal of Honor, Homefront, etc.) for extended periods of time tend make me feel queasy. *I have even held off for a bit on signing up for Selective Services, despite knowing that the likeliness of a draft is near zero.* The growing thoughts of becoming a soldier myself someday fill me with fear, anxiety, and grief.
Yet, for some reason, despite my fear, anxiety, and overall despair, I still indulge in a life surrounded by militaristic qualities. I have a growing obsesion with wanting to collect firearms, just because of how beautiful some of them are. A few of my family members, including my father and aunt, have been in the military. I also have many friends who are going into the service, in varying branches. Hell, my own girlfriend is a soldier. I still put myself through the stress of playing Call of Duty and Homefront. However, my queasy feelings have branched off into feelings of apathy and sadistic enjoyment, neither of which am I proud. Then I slowly feel the pain set in that I will never be brave enough or good enough to be a soldier. I feel so inadequate, comparing myself to a soldier, of any caliber, and yet, I won't be one, because of how terrified I am.
I have been encouraged often by my friends... More specifically, my girlfriend has told me that I would make an excellent soldier with a little PT. Or, rather... a lot. My best mile time was 8:47, and that's only because I had continual encouragement, and I nearly died at the end. She says that I would probably score a 99 on the ASVABS, solely because scoring a 100 is impossible. She says that I am a rational enough thinker to be able to do it. She says I would definitely pass her IQ, continuing on to say that if I couldn't beat her with brawn (which I can't) then I could easily do so with brains.
So, now I am highly considering taking the ASVABS and an IQ test to see if she is right. We discussed that I would most likely have recruiters kicking in my door, if I DID manage a 99, asking me to join Spec Ops, or some other group of skilled military personel. I'd enjoy it, and I'd tell them to come back later after I think about it a bit. That way I could get a boost of self-worth, feeling like I was actually wanted for something.
So, I will look into those tests more. Hopefully I will find something. And hopefully, I can get over my fears. I'm already seeing a therapist about the depression.
I guess, I'll try to keep updating as much as I can.
Don't Bother Reading (Feeling of Inadequacy)
Posted 14 years agoI don't see a point in you
I don't do anything right
You give me an order
And I carry it out
But all it brings is a fight
No, not a fight
Because I never return
I just move away from you
With too little to say
And inside I chose to burn
I set myself ablaze
I the flames devour me
They are well fed, of course,
But they choose to starve
I never quite find the key
Why don't I burn?
Am I already a ghost?
Maybe it's my lack of faith
In my art and myself
That steals my ability to boast
I'm surrounded by talent
They are all around now
Fucking artists and writers
With talents beyond your dreams
They're the ones noticed when we bow
And I in the middle
With my sketchpad and notebook
Am I even worthy to stand?
What with being so talentless?
I have no Tablet, nor clay, nor hook
So, why do I stand?
And do I stand alone?
I'm slowly pushing them away
Even though I don't want to
Loneliness shilling me to the bone
I can't figure it out
Why I bother walking this path
Maybe I like taking punishment
Hiding the grin behind my face
Willfully absorbing wrath
Anyway, I'll stop
Or, rather, I'll quit
It's what I'm best at
You know it's true
Though, you won't care a bit
I don't do anything right
You give me an order
And I carry it out
But all it brings is a fight
No, not a fight
Because I never return
I just move away from you
With too little to say
And inside I chose to burn
I set myself ablaze
I the flames devour me
They are well fed, of course,
But they choose to starve
I never quite find the key
Why don't I burn?
Am I already a ghost?
Maybe it's my lack of faith
In my art and myself
That steals my ability to boast
I'm surrounded by talent
They are all around now
Fucking artists and writers
With talents beyond your dreams
They're the ones noticed when we bow
And I in the middle
With my sketchpad and notebook
Am I even worthy to stand?
What with being so talentless?
I have no Tablet, nor clay, nor hook
So, why do I stand?
And do I stand alone?
I'm slowly pushing them away
Even though I don't want to
Loneliness shilling me to the bone
I can't figure it out
Why I bother walking this path
Maybe I like taking punishment
Hiding the grin behind my face
Willfully absorbing wrath
Anyway, I'll stop
Or, rather, I'll quit
It's what I'm best at
You know it's true
Though, you won't care a bit
Suggestions Welcome
Posted 14 years agoSo, the moving of furniture and painting and stuff is just about done. I should have access to the scanner again in a matter of days.
Until then, I'll try to keep you entertained with animations.
Anyone have any suggestions on what sprite-based characters I should use to make the animations?
I'll do a few requests for 1v1 fights, if you want two characters to fight really badly. I can certainly see what I can do.
Until then, I'll try to keep you entertained with animations.
Anyone have any suggestions on what sprite-based characters I should use to make the animations?
I'll do a few requests for 1v1 fights, if you want two characters to fight really badly. I can certainly see what I can do.
College Acceptance!!!
Posted 14 years agoI got accepted!!!! I totally didn't think I was gonna make it, but I did!
It's My Character's Birthday!!!
Posted 14 years agoI just opened my old notebook that had Jack's original sketch and story in it!
Jack turns 2 today at 10:51 PM!!
Jack turns 2 today at 10:51 PM!!
I'm Not Crying
Posted 14 years agoIt's just been raining
On mah face....
I love that song! Sorry, felt there needed to be an update here.
Uhhhh... The painting and stuff is just about done, so I should be able to get my hands on that damned scanner in a week or two. Then I get some long-over-due projects posted for y'all to see.
Here's to hoping!
On mah face....
I love that song! Sorry, felt there needed to be an update here.
Uhhhh... The painting and stuff is just about done, so I should be able to get my hands on that damned scanner in a week or two. Then I get some long-over-due projects posted for y'all to see.
Here's to hoping!
No!!!
Posted 14 years agoNo!! No! No! No! I can't even--!! It's just--!! Fucking--!! Goddammit!! Don't you..! GAH!! Fuck it!
REaLLY IMPORTaNT MESSaGE!!!
Posted 15 years agoalright. So, my laptop is messed up. Three keys have stopped working entirely. and it is really hard to type. WHY IS THE LETTER a IN SO MaNY WORDS?!?! I have to use alt 97 to type a!!!
I'll need to get it .... repaired... Guess the other two phukking keys that dont work.
So any projekt I had planned is hereby postponed. Sorry.
I'll need to get it .... repaired... Guess the other two phukking keys that dont work.
So any projekt I had planned is hereby postponed. Sorry.
My PSO Rap is Going Well!
Posted 15 years agoSo I have been working on these rap about Phantasy Star Online.
It's basically my HuCaseal, Nightbane running through Episode 1 with
otter-pilot's RaCaseal, Alexis. Each area and boss of the game has it's own section. In other words, the Forests has three sections, one for the Forest 1, one for the Forest 2, and one for the boss, Dragon. So in total, there are sixteen sections. I split Dark Falz into three sections, since he is too much of a bitch for just one.
Anyway, I may post it. I may not.
However, I am probably going to start up an Episode 2 Rap. The Mountains, Beach, and Jungle ones will probably be in some random order, since they can be played in a random order in the game. I'll work it out when I get to it.
Progress:
[X]Episode 1
[ ]Episode 2
[ ]VR Temple Alpha
[ ]VR Temple Beta
[ ]Barba Ray
[ ]VR Spaceship Alpha
[ ]VR Spaceship Beta
[ ]Gol Dragon
[ ]Jungle
[ ]Beach
[ ]Mountain
[ ]Gal Gryphon
[ ]Seabed 1
[ ]Seabed 2
[ ]Olga Flow I
[ ]Olga Flow II
It's basically my HuCaseal, Nightbane running through Episode 1 with
otter-pilot's RaCaseal, Alexis. Each area and boss of the game has it's own section. In other words, the Forests has three sections, one for the Forest 1, one for the Forest 2, and one for the boss, Dragon. So in total, there are sixteen sections. I split Dark Falz into three sections, since he is too much of a bitch for just one. Anyway, I may post it. I may not.
However, I am probably going to start up an Episode 2 Rap. The Mountains, Beach, and Jungle ones will probably be in some random order, since they can be played in a random order in the game. I'll work it out when I get to it.
Progress:
[X]Episode 1
[ ]Episode 2
[ ]VR Temple Alpha
[ ]VR Temple Beta
[ ]Barba Ray
[ ]VR Spaceship Alpha
[ ]VR Spaceship Beta
[ ]Gol Dragon
[ ]Jungle
[ ]Beach
[ ]Mountain
[ ]Gal Gryphon
[ ]Seabed 1
[ ]Seabed 2
[ ]Olga Flow I
[ ]Olga Flow II
Strangest Four Day of My Life
Posted 15 years agoThe events that have transpired these last few days have amazed and amused me.
I can say little more on this, because it has left me nearly speechless.
Ummm... The PSO Rap is almost done.
PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[x]Caves 3
[x]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[x]Mines 1
[x]Mines 2
[x]Volt Op Boss Battle
[x]Ruins 1
[x]Ruins 2
[x]Ruins 3
[x]Dark Falz Boss Battle I
[x]Dark Falz Boss Battle II
[ ]Dark Falz Boss Battle III
I can say little more on this, because it has left me nearly speechless.
Ummm... The PSO Rap is almost done.
PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[x]Caves 3
[x]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[x]Mines 1
[x]Mines 2
[x]Volt Op Boss Battle
[x]Ruins 1
[x]Ruins 2
[x]Ruins 3
[x]Dark Falz Boss Battle I
[x]Dark Falz Boss Battle II
[ ]Dark Falz Boss Battle III
Bringing Daily Updates and Random Shite....
Posted 15 years agoI never could get my rhyme scheme right.
Oh well. So, things are continually going from strange to weird. I can't help but feel there is some kind of strange connection here. First there the dreams, then there's the confession. Now, all of the sudden, I forget to mention that my Dark Falz portion of my PSO Rap will be in three parts, because it sounds like crap. If it's all in one, it will be really long and drawn out. No, I'm not going to tell you what each rap will be about. If you play PSO, you should already know.
Falz has pissed people off; I've gone on rants. And for some people, he's enough to make them shit their pants. The thing is scary as shit, well, if you seriously can't make fun of it. I mean the second form has him riding his balls, literally. No seriously. And the first form was odd, too. When the experience was entirely new, I had never taken a Pallasch to a triple-dragon phallus.
But, no, okay, so it's the end of the day, and I don't feel right. I'm excited, for real. I won't sleep well tonight. Big day tomorrow, for those who know. I'm all pepped up for once, and I know it shows. We're heading out for lunch and a flick, just Sammy and I. I'm so excited I just might die. It's outrageous, okay! I haven't felt this way. Even with others who left me alone. Shit, sorry. Sudden change in tone.
I don't mean to be getting off track, but it's so hard to rebound back. Just as the Moon calls to the sea, I can feel it in me. A sense of belonging down to the "t" with it's gravitational pull. But what could it be? I haven't the slightest, not even a bit. Something intangible, obviously, because I can't grasp it. Maybe I'm just too scatter-brained right now, or haven't I been always? Except, before now, I was confused and dismayed. Now I see light, and feel it's alright, and I have to say, I think I just might tire myself out.
Because I'm just that kind of happy, the kind that drains energy, but causes synergy in the process. It's just a guess. I can feel it, so organic, or rather, spiritually synthetic. I no longer feel so pathetic, nevermind apologetic. I have done no wrong, have I? If I have, I apologize. But I assure you, I meant no offense. Sometimes, I just lack common sense. I sure you'll understand, that I'm just doing what I can. I need to worry about me, too, you know. I haven't for some time. And it's getting really fucking hard to keep up this rhyme, so I think I'll use "time" a second time, even though it's technically the third. Because I know in just a few minutes otter-pilot will be shouting repeatedly:
"FREEBIRD!!!"
Because that's just what he does, I don't question it. He's my bro, you know, the little shit. It's been sixteen years, and what I ride it's been. Not that I'm saying our friendship is done in. It's just beginning, bro. I know you're reading this. Well, maybe. You have the attention span of a goldfish. But that's not important, because I love you still. You put me through hell, just to get me a jill.
Not to say that I'm going to use her. I lover her to death, and you know I don't pressure. Respect, honor, love, and fidelity. You know those things are key, and you know that I try to be me. How the hell did I get on this topic? It's kinda strange, not gonna lie. Is there any part of this that you just don't buy? I really hope not, because I'm being true. Heard not to take everyone for face value, but give the benefit of the doubt. Hey, it helped my buddy out.
Anyways, I'm tired of this beastly rhyme. Admit it, you liked it, but now it's gonna stop on a dime.
Oh well. So, things are continually going from strange to weird. I can't help but feel there is some kind of strange connection here. First there the dreams, then there's the confession. Now, all of the sudden, I forget to mention that my Dark Falz portion of my PSO Rap will be in three parts, because it sounds like crap. If it's all in one, it will be really long and drawn out. No, I'm not going to tell you what each rap will be about. If you play PSO, you should already know.
Falz has pissed people off; I've gone on rants. And for some people, he's enough to make them shit their pants. The thing is scary as shit, well, if you seriously can't make fun of it. I mean the second form has him riding his balls, literally. No seriously. And the first form was odd, too. When the experience was entirely new, I had never taken a Pallasch to a triple-dragon phallus.
But, no, okay, so it's the end of the day, and I don't feel right. I'm excited, for real. I won't sleep well tonight. Big day tomorrow, for those who know. I'm all pepped up for once, and I know it shows. We're heading out for lunch and a flick, just Sammy and I. I'm so excited I just might die. It's outrageous, okay! I haven't felt this way. Even with others who left me alone. Shit, sorry. Sudden change in tone.
I don't mean to be getting off track, but it's so hard to rebound back. Just as the Moon calls to the sea, I can feel it in me. A sense of belonging down to the "t" with it's gravitational pull. But what could it be? I haven't the slightest, not even a bit. Something intangible, obviously, because I can't grasp it. Maybe I'm just too scatter-brained right now, or haven't I been always? Except, before now, I was confused and dismayed. Now I see light, and feel it's alright, and I have to say, I think I just might tire myself out.
Because I'm just that kind of happy, the kind that drains energy, but causes synergy in the process. It's just a guess. I can feel it, so organic, or rather, spiritually synthetic. I no longer feel so pathetic, nevermind apologetic. I have done no wrong, have I? If I have, I apologize. But I assure you, I meant no offense. Sometimes, I just lack common sense. I sure you'll understand, that I'm just doing what I can. I need to worry about me, too, you know. I haven't for some time. And it's getting really fucking hard to keep up this rhyme, so I think I'll use "time" a second time, even though it's technically the third. Because I know in just a few minutes
otter-pilot will be shouting repeatedly:"FREEBIRD!!!"
Because that's just what he does, I don't question it. He's my bro, you know, the little shit. It's been sixteen years, and what I ride it's been. Not that I'm saying our friendship is done in. It's just beginning, bro. I know you're reading this. Well, maybe. You have the attention span of a goldfish. But that's not important, because I love you still. You put me through hell, just to get me a jill.
Not to say that I'm going to use her. I lover her to death, and you know I don't pressure. Respect, honor, love, and fidelity. You know those things are key, and you know that I try to be me. How the hell did I get on this topic? It's kinda strange, not gonna lie. Is there any part of this that you just don't buy? I really hope not, because I'm being true. Heard not to take everyone for face value, but give the benefit of the doubt. Hey, it helped my buddy out.
Anyways, I'm tired of this beastly rhyme. Admit it, you liked it, but now it's gonna stop on a dime.
The Past 24 Hours...
Posted 15 years agoIn the past twenty-four hours, amazing things have happened. I can't even begin to contemplate how itall came together. I may as well recap then!
I wake up the morning at 5:00 for school. I go to leave my room, grabbing my bathrobe so that I can shower, but mom tells me to go back to be, becaus school will be cancelled. I get back into bed and my phone tells me school is cancelled.
I proceed to spend the next three hours dreaming about a war-filled, zombie-filled, magical world, and being a soldier in it. The most memorable point was when my family and I (I was human, my wife a mouse, and our children possums) were trapped in a cave by a big lizard and a rat. The rat broke in and attacked my daughters, but I pulled him away and slit his throat.
This dream, however, was very child-safe, so there was absolutely no blood.
I woke up and got to take a glorious shower, screaming "Zelda II" by Duane and BrandO. Then I played with my emulators for an hour or so. SHOVELING for two-and-a-half hours! WWHHOOOHOOO!!
Had my best bud otter-pilot over for a few hours. He showed me Dead Space 2 and bugged my to death about asking this girl out. She was the reason I had been so confused these past few days. Eventually he stole my phone and they proceeded to play hang man while I was at Lens Crafters. Still no new glasses, but when I got my phone back, I got quite a surprise.
I am greatly excited by my new relationship. I have to say, that I feel that a great heaviness has been lifted, now that I'm not hiding it anymore.
It's been such a strange day, that I am so thankful for.
Thanks to:
otter-pilot for being a dick and stealing my phone to get me where I am.
grem_zealot for cheering me up a few weeks ago when I was feeling downtrodden.
Tamiko for brightening my day before it began, one morning.
PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[x]Caves 3
[x]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[x]Mines 1
[x]Mines 2
[x]Volt Op Boss Battle
[ ]Ruins 1
[ ]Ruins 2
[ ]Ruins 3
[ ]Dark Falz Boss Battle
I wake up the morning at 5:00 for school. I go to leave my room, grabbing my bathrobe so that I can shower, but mom tells me to go back to be, becaus school will be cancelled. I get back into bed and my phone tells me school is cancelled.
I proceed to spend the next three hours dreaming about a war-filled, zombie-filled, magical world, and being a soldier in it. The most memorable point was when my family and I (I was human, my wife a mouse, and our children possums) were trapped in a cave by a big lizard and a rat. The rat broke in and attacked my daughters, but I pulled him away and slit his throat.
This dream, however, was very child-safe, so there was absolutely no blood.
I woke up and got to take a glorious shower, screaming "Zelda II" by Duane and BrandO. Then I played with my emulators for an hour or so. SHOVELING for two-and-a-half hours! WWHHOOOHOOO!!
Had my best bud
otter-pilot over for a few hours. He showed me Dead Space 2 and bugged my to death about asking this girl out. She was the reason I had been so confused these past few days. Eventually he stole my phone and they proceeded to play hang man while I was at Lens Crafters. Still no new glasses, but when I got my phone back, I got quite a surprise.I am greatly excited by my new relationship. I have to say, that I feel that a great heaviness has been lifted, now that I'm not hiding it anymore.
It's been such a strange day, that I am so thankful for.
Thanks to:
otter-pilot for being a dick and stealing my phone to get me where I am.
grem_zealot for cheering me up a few weeks ago when I was feeling downtrodden.
Tamiko for brightening my day before it began, one morning.PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[x]Caves 3
[x]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[x]Mines 1
[x]Mines 2
[x]Volt Op Boss Battle
[ ]Ruins 1
[ ]Ruins 2
[ ]Ruins 3
[ ]Dark Falz Boss Battle
The Past 48-Hours...
Posted 15 years agoThey have been most intriguing, most confusing, and most of all, exhausting. I can hardly keep my eyes open half of the time, and *YAWN* it appears that my conversational skills are diminishing. "Indeed" is my most commonly used word in time like this, so if we talk and that's all I say, don't hate me, please.
Thankfully, I finally got an emulator for those dark times when I need a pick-me-up, the kind that cleaning, eating, drawing, writing and movies don't quite satisfy. It's pretty cool, I finally get to play the games I have missed and wanted to play for years.
Anyone play Phantasy Star Online Episode 1 and 2? I'm currently writing a series of raps based on the game. I currently have finished a fair amoment, considering how short of a time I have worked on it. I'll put up a checklist somewhere in the Journals on my progress with those, and I'll post them. I just need to get the quotes to work properly.
Also, I'm doing an art trade with
artimusthefoxdragon1. He would like to know if there are any others who want to trade, so go swap some art, people!
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[ ]Caves 3
[ ]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[ ]Mines 1
[ ]Mines 2
[ ]Volt Op Boss Battle
[ ]Ruins 1
[ ]Ruins 2
[ ]Ruins 3
Dark Falz Boss Battle
Thankfully, I finally got an emulator for those dark times when I need a pick-me-up, the kind that cleaning, eating, drawing, writing and movies don't quite satisfy. It's pretty cool, I finally get to play the games I have missed and wanted to play for years.
Anyone play Phantasy Star Online Episode 1 and 2? I'm currently writing a series of raps based on the game. I currently have finished a fair amoment, considering how short of a time I have worked on it. I'll put up a checklist somewhere in the Journals on my progress with those, and I'll post them. I just need to get the quotes to work properly.
Also, I'm doing an art trade with
artimusthefoxdragon1. He would like to know if there are any others who want to trade, so go swap some art, people!_________________________________________________________________________________________________
PSO Rap Progress:
[x]Pioneer 2
[x]Forest 1
[x]Forest 2
[x]Dragon Boss Battle
[x]Caves 1
[x]Caves 2
[ ]Caves 3
[ ]De Rol Le Boss Battle
[ ]Mines 1
[ ]Mines 2
[ ]Volt Op Boss Battle
[ ]Ruins 1
[ ]Ruins 2
[ ]Ruins 3
Dark Falz Boss Battle
Updates Variety Pack
Posted 15 years agoSchool - Midterms this week! Yay! We are expecting EVEN MORE SNOW!!! BOOOO!!! This will be our fifth snow day in three weeks.
College - The application components were sent between a month ago and two weeks ago. They were received last on Thursday. Not good, but I still stand a chance at acceptance.
Friends (Offline) - Bored, really. Only get to hang out with a few. I amd getting more and more involved with people I did not let my self get too close to before, though. Good.
Friends (Online) - Straight up. I feel like I am being very neglectful.
Xbox 360 - Still have no gold renewal. I'll have to get on that.
PS2 - Started playing Silent Hill 2 and 3 and Fatal Frame 2 again. Can't wait to shit myself from fear.
Gamecube - Rocking my Sato and killing everything that moves in Phantasy Star Online Episode 1 and 2 Plus.
Love Life - Still none, but I'm getting very... ansy, I think would be the right word.
Artwork (Visual) - Working on a piece for an art trade.
Artwork (Written) - Working on a series of poems/raps based on my travels with Otter-Pilot through PSO.
College - The application components were sent between a month ago and two weeks ago. They were received last on Thursday. Not good, but I still stand a chance at acceptance.
Friends (Offline) - Bored, really. Only get to hang out with a few. I amd getting more and more involved with people I did not let my self get too close to before, though. Good.
Friends (Online) - Straight up. I feel like I am being very neglectful.
Xbox 360 - Still have no gold renewal. I'll have to get on that.
PS2 - Started playing Silent Hill 2 and 3 and Fatal Frame 2 again. Can't wait to shit myself from fear.
Gamecube - Rocking my Sato and killing everything that moves in Phantasy Star Online Episode 1 and 2 Plus.
Love Life - Still none, but I'm getting very... ansy, I think would be the right word.
Artwork (Visual) - Working on a piece for an art trade.
Artwork (Written) - Working on a series of poems/raps based on my travels with
Otter-Pilot through PSO.Anyone Work in the Janitorial Field???
Posted 15 years agoMy first choice in a career is teaching, but it's always good to have a fall back. right now I am thinking about being a janitor.
I want to ask one of the school janitors what it pays, but I feel that they will think that I am mocking them, when I am truly interested. Helping and cleaning are what I do when I even begin to feel down on myself. It makes me happy.
Getting rich has never really been a fantasy for me, but I want to make enough to have a nice apartment or maybe a small house at least.
Any of my faithful watchers work in the janitorial field? I am curious as to what the pay is like and any sort of education required, so if you have any advice or knowledge, it would be greatly appreciated.
I want to ask one of the school janitors what it pays, but I feel that they will think that I am mocking them, when I am truly interested. Helping and cleaning are what I do when I even begin to feel down on myself. It makes me happy.
Getting rich has never really been a fantasy for me, but I want to make enough to have a nice apartment or maybe a small house at least.
Any of my faithful watchers work in the janitorial field? I am curious as to what the pay is like and any sort of education required, so if you have any advice or knowledge, it would be greatly appreciated.
Ah Fixed It!
Posted 15 years agoNevermind about the GIMP thing. I fixed it.
Off to worry about more important things now! Like... college admissions... Getting my driver's license... and art trades!
Off to worry about more important things now! Like... college admissions... Getting my driver's license... and art trades!
Anyone Have GIMP?
Posted 15 years agoSo, I have this program called GIMP. It's kinda like Photoshop and Paint in one, but a bit watered down. I have been using it from my icons and animations, lately, and I really like it. do don't get me wrong when I say this.
THIS IS THE MOST FRUSTRATING SHIT I HAVE EVER DEALT WITH!!
For some reasons every color I use comes out in a shade of brown. I can't figure it out! I have been through about every possible process I can think of aside completely reinstalling the program.
Can anyone help me?!?!
THIS IS THE MOST FRUSTRATING SHIT I HAVE EVER DEALT WITH!!
For some reasons every color I use comes out in a shade of brown. I can't figure it out! I have been through about every possible process I can think of aside completely reinstalling the program.
Can anyone help me?!?!
Having Been Led Up To Adulthood (Part 3 of 3)
Posted 15 years agoIt's the day after I legally became an adult, and I have to say, I feel absolutely no different. I still have the same feelings of guilt, sorrow, shame, joy, longing, love and lust that I carried before. I actually think that some of those feelings have been amplified by the events that have transpired in these past three or four days. I still have this unappealing body and the habits it to which it holds firmly.
And I'm gonna finish this later, because right now I have this fuckin' Confuzzled 2011 banner taunting me! Fuck you, Confuzzled! Fuck you! I wanna go so badly! Roaring Twenties... My favorite time period in all of the US' history!!! GAH!!! I can't write with you on my screen blinking incessantly!
And I'm gonna finish this later, because right now I have this fuckin' Confuzzled 2011 banner taunting me! Fuck you, Confuzzled! Fuck you! I wanna go so badly! Roaring Twenties... My favorite time period in all of the US' history!!! GAH!!! I can't write with you on my screen blinking incessantly!
Leading Up To Adulthood Part 2 of 3
Posted 15 years agoWell, it's finally here. I'm eighteen. It's kind of a let down so far. Not much has happened. Got to legally look up some pr0n. A bit of a thrill there. gonna have to register with the military in case of a draft. (Military is the last thing I want to do with my life, by the way.) I can go for my license without finishing driver's ed, but the last class is tomorrow afternoon, so there's no real point in that. Maybe I'll vote, if some actually good canditates come around for election. If not, I suppose I'll vote Nickeson.
I found out a few minutes ago that two of my friends share the same birthday. That's pretty cool. I'm waiting for my Facebook to become overflowing with notifications of people writing "Happy Birthday" on my wall. It will be interesting to see if anyone posts anything more than just that.
I plan to go see "The Green Hornet" with some friends today. It looks good. I hope it is, because one of my friends can't make it. I also get my laptop case and wireless mouse today! I'm pretty excited about that. I might even get some cash. Who knows?
I could really use some cash. I need to renew my Gold on Live.
I found out a few minutes ago that two of my friends share the same birthday. That's pretty cool. I'm waiting for my Facebook to become overflowing with notifications of people writing "Happy Birthday" on my wall. It will be interesting to see if anyone posts anything more than just that.
I plan to go see "The Green Hornet" with some friends today. It looks good. I hope it is, because one of my friends can't make it. I also get my laptop case and wireless mouse today! I'm pretty excited about that. I might even get some cash. Who knows?
I could really use some cash. I need to renew my Gold on Live.
VIRGIN TEST?!?!
Posted 15 years agoStolen from someone.
Instructions:
Start with 100%. Put an ( ) on everything you've done and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% virgin.
1. Smoked. ( )
2. Drank alcohol. (x)
3. Cried when someone died. (x)
4. Been drunk. ( )
5. Had sex. ( )
6. Been to a concert. (x)
7. Gotten/given a handjob. (x)
8. Gotten/given a blowjob. ( )
9. Been verbally/sexually harassed. (x) <--Verbal
10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody. (x) <--Verbal
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 94%
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up. (x)
12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose. (x)
13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfrend before. ( )
14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend. ( )
15. Been to prom. ( )
16. Cried at school. (x)
17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store. ( )
18. Went streaking. ( )
19. Given or received a lap dance. (x)
20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 89%
21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over. ( )
22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house. ( )
23. Kissed a stranger. (x)
24. Hugged a stranger. (x)
25. Went scuba diving. ( )
26. Driven a car. (x)
27. Gotten an x-ray. (x)
28. Hit by a car. ( )
29. Had a party. (x)
30. Done serious drugs. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 84%
31. Played strip poker/darts/basketball. (x)
32. Got paid to strip for someone. ( )
33. Run away from home. (x)
34. Broken a bone. (x)
36. Bought porn. ( )
37. Watched porn. (x)
38. Made porn. ( )
39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex. (x)
40. Been in love. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 78%
41. French kissed. (x)
42. Laughed so hard you cried. (x)
43. Cried yourself to sleep. (x)
44. Laughed yourself to sleep. (x)
45. Stabbed yourself. ( )
46. Shot a gun. (x)
47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day. (x)
48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours. (x)
49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours. (x)
50. Watched an animal die. (x) <-- Held him for most of it
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 69% *snicker*
51. Watched a person die. ( )
52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present. (x)
53. Pranked somebody. (x)
54. Put somebody in the hospital. (x)
55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out. (x)
56. Kissed somebody of the same sex. (x)
57. Dressed punk. (x) I'm not sure on this one, but I think so.
58. Dressed goth. (x)
59. Dressed preppy. (x)
60. Been to a motocross race. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 61%
61. Avoided somebody. (x)
62. Been stalked. (x)
63. Stalked someone. (x)
64. Met a celebrity. (x)
65. Played an instrument. (x)
66. Ridden a horse. ( )
67. Cut yourself. (x)
68. Bungee jumped. ( )
69. Ding dong ditched somebody. (x)
70. Been to a wild party. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 54%
71. Got caught stealing something. (x)
72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls. (x)
73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend. (x) Aquaintance, and only he considered it "stealing"
74. Gone out with your friend's crush. ( )
75. Got arrested. ( )
76. Been pregnant. ( )
77. Babysat. (x) Doing it right now
78. Been to another country. ( )
79. Started your house on fire. (x) Managed to stop it, too
80. Had an encounter with a ghost. (x) sorta
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 48%
81. Donated your hair to cancer patients. ( ) FUCK!! They told me it wasn't long enough!!
82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by. (x)
83. Cried over a family member of the opposite sex. (x)
84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for 3 months or more. (x)
85. Sat on your butt all day. (x)
86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself. (x)
87. Had a job. (x)
88. Gotten cut from a sports team. ( )
89. Been called a whore. (x)
90. Danced like a whore. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 40%
91. Been mistaken for a celebrity. ( )
92. Been in a car accident. ( )
93. Been told you have beautiful eyes. (x)
94. Been told you have beautiful hair. (x) They all miss it and want me to grow it back
95. Raped somebody. ( ) Ha! Not yet, but in a few days-- *Super Kaitlyn Tackle Attack*
96. Danced in the rain. (x) Fuck yes!
97. Been rejected. (x)
98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying. (x)
99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face. (x)
100. Been raped. ( ) Well, like in 95--- *Super Bartleby Tackle Attack*
I'm 34% virgin. That's a bit depressing.
Rule 34... heh heh..
Instructions:
Start with 100%. Put an ( ) on everything you've done and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% virgin.
1. Smoked. ( )
2. Drank alcohol. (x)
3. Cried when someone died. (x)
4. Been drunk. ( )
5. Had sex. ( )
6. Been to a concert. (x)
7. Gotten/given a handjob. (x)
8. Gotten/given a blowjob. ( )
9. Been verbally/sexually harassed. (x) <--Verbal
10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody. (x) <--Verbal
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 94%
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up. (x)
12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose. (x)
13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfrend before. ( )
14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend. ( )
15. Been to prom. ( )
16. Cried at school. (x)
17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store. ( )
18. Went streaking. ( )
19. Given or received a lap dance. (x)
20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 89%
21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over. ( )
22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house. ( )
23. Kissed a stranger. (x)
24. Hugged a stranger. (x)
25. Went scuba diving. ( )
26. Driven a car. (x)
27. Gotten an x-ray. (x)
28. Hit by a car. ( )
29. Had a party. (x)
30. Done serious drugs. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 84%
31. Played strip poker/darts/basketball. (x)
32. Got paid to strip for someone. ( )
33. Run away from home. (x)
34. Broken a bone. (x)
36. Bought porn. ( )
37. Watched porn. (x)
38. Made porn. ( )
39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex. (x)
40. Been in love. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 78%
41. French kissed. (x)
42. Laughed so hard you cried. (x)
43. Cried yourself to sleep. (x)
44. Laughed yourself to sleep. (x)
45. Stabbed yourself. ( )
46. Shot a gun. (x)
47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day. (x)
48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours. (x)
49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours. (x)
50. Watched an animal die. (x) <-- Held him for most of it
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 69% *snicker*
51. Watched a person die. ( )
52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present. (x)
53. Pranked somebody. (x)
54. Put somebody in the hospital. (x)
55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out. (x)
56. Kissed somebody of the same sex. (x)
57. Dressed punk. (x) I'm not sure on this one, but I think so.
58. Dressed goth. (x)
59. Dressed preppy. (x)
60. Been to a motocross race. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 61%
61. Avoided somebody. (x)
62. Been stalked. (x)
63. Stalked someone. (x)
64. Met a celebrity. (x)
65. Played an instrument. (x)
66. Ridden a horse. ( )
67. Cut yourself. (x)
68. Bungee jumped. ( )
69. Ding dong ditched somebody. (x)
70. Been to a wild party. ( )
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 54%
71. Got caught stealing something. (x)
72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls. (x)
73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend. (x) Aquaintance, and only he considered it "stealing"
74. Gone out with your friend's crush. ( )
75. Got arrested. ( )
76. Been pregnant. ( )
77. Babysat. (x) Doing it right now
78. Been to another country. ( )
79. Started your house on fire. (x) Managed to stop it, too
80. Had an encounter with a ghost. (x) sorta
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 48%
81. Donated your hair to cancer patients. ( ) FUCK!! They told me it wasn't long enough!!
82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by. (x)
83. Cried over a family member of the opposite sex. (x)
84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for 3 months or more. (x)
85. Sat on your butt all day. (x)
86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself. (x)
87. Had a job. (x)
88. Gotten cut from a sports team. ( )
89. Been called a whore. (x)
90. Danced like a whore. (x)
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 40%
91. Been mistaken for a celebrity. ( )
92. Been in a car accident. ( )
93. Been told you have beautiful eyes. (x)
94. Been told you have beautiful hair. (x) They all miss it and want me to grow it back
95. Raped somebody. ( ) Ha! Not yet, but in a few days-- *Super Kaitlyn Tackle Attack*
96. Danced in the rain. (x) Fuck yes!
97. Been rejected. (x)
98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying. (x)
99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face. (x)
100. Been raped. ( ) Well, like in 95--- *Super Bartleby Tackle Attack*
I'm 34% virgin. That's a bit depressing.
Rule 34... heh heh..
Leading Up To Adulthood Part 1 of 3
Posted 15 years agoIt's two days before my bithrday. I have never had a more confusing time.
Yesterday I shattered my record for running a mile by nearly two minutes, with absolutely no extra training or practice. Does the body simply change? It can't. That's not possible. The human body does not simply say, "Hey, you're an adult. It's time to change some of our anatomy and physiology to suit your new needs." That's preposterous.
I suddenly find my mental state in discord. My ideals are changing quickly. I can't explain it. I don't like hanging out with my friend as much as I used to. I just want to be alone and do things by myself. But it can't be blamed on being another year older, can it? Does age change how we want to be socially? It's like my brain suddenly says to itself, "Okay, let's be completely self-sufficient now. Don't go with him/her to that thing, because we have this, and this is much more interesting and important." I hate it. I have to find a way to control it.
My heart is in about fourteen pieces right now, each pulling in a different direction. I can only choose a few of them, though. I can't just decide to have them all be happy, and it kills me. My decision could alter the happiness of many people, not just myself, and that hurts even more than the cuts the shards of my heart are leaving in their wake.
It just doesn't feel right. Is it supposed to? Am I supposed to feel any different? Does it really matter? It's all relative... After all, I'll be a year older than the last. but I'll only be a day older that the day before. Does being 6,574.5 days old really matter that much? Being 6,572 doesn't feel all too special.
By the way, today's Dictionary.com word of the day is "felicitate." It means "to compliment on a good event, or to congradulate."
Ironic, isn't it?
Yesterday I shattered my record for running a mile by nearly two minutes, with absolutely no extra training or practice. Does the body simply change? It can't. That's not possible. The human body does not simply say, "Hey, you're an adult. It's time to change some of our anatomy and physiology to suit your new needs." That's preposterous.
I suddenly find my mental state in discord. My ideals are changing quickly. I can't explain it. I don't like hanging out with my friend as much as I used to. I just want to be alone and do things by myself. But it can't be blamed on being another year older, can it? Does age change how we want to be socially? It's like my brain suddenly says to itself, "Okay, let's be completely self-sufficient now. Don't go with him/her to that thing, because we have this, and this is much more interesting and important." I hate it. I have to find a way to control it.
My heart is in about fourteen pieces right now, each pulling in a different direction. I can only choose a few of them, though. I can't just decide to have them all be happy, and it kills me. My decision could alter the happiness of many people, not just myself, and that hurts even more than the cuts the shards of my heart are leaving in their wake.
It just doesn't feel right. Is it supposed to? Am I supposed to feel any different? Does it really matter? It's all relative... After all, I'll be a year older than the last. but I'll only be a day older that the day before. Does being 6,574.5 days old really matter that much? Being 6,572 doesn't feel all too special.
By the way, today's Dictionary.com word of the day is "felicitate." It means "to compliment on a good event, or to congradulate."
Ironic, isn't it?
It's Odd, This Feeling
Posted 15 years agoSo a kid I know died yesterday. He had a heart attack in his bed. It had been a few weeks since I had spoken with him, since my Live Gold Membership had expired, so I had not used my 360 for anything other than a DVD player.
Our last conversation had consisted of him constantly calling my homophobic names and saying how much I loved cock. He wasn't entirely wrong, and yes, he was just joking around, but the sheer amount of insulting jokes was really penetrating to me. I was very annoyed with him the last time we spoke.
Now, I don't know how to feel. Sure, he was a dick... a lot... but he was good people, ya know. After a verbal onslaught of offensive jokes, he would always make sure you knew he was just messing around. So I don't know how to feel about this.
Our last conversation had consisted of him constantly calling my homophobic names and saying how much I loved cock. He wasn't entirely wrong, and yes, he was just joking around, but the sheer amount of insulting jokes was really penetrating to me. I was very annoyed with him the last time we spoke.
Now, I don't know how to feel. Sure, he was a dick... a lot... but he was good people, ya know. After a verbal onslaught of offensive jokes, he would always make sure you knew he was just messing around. So I don't know how to feel about this.
