| My story-time |
[Oct. 30th, 2006|09:07 pm] |
I figured out my password! Yay me! Tomorrow is Hallow's eve, so I'm going to school as a phantom! I got the nice frilly shirt and everything. -Swoon- I went out sunday, it was nice.
I went to go see Nightmare before Christmas 3-D. I had over an hour before the movie started, and my parents were seeing Man of the Year. So I went to my favorite place; THE BOOKSTORE!
Upon entering, I noticed a man stocking shelves of manga. I thought, 'oh, he is just doing his poor pathetic job and cannot enjoy it' when I noticed he started to read one of the books! Swoon galore! My soulmate!
I stood watching him for a few minutes until I politely asked if he needed assistance in stocking manga. He replied it was his job and not to be my burden. More swooning, a man after my heart!
A woman asked if he could help her find a book. While he was doing other tasks I quickly shelved his books for him. He caught me and said it was his job and not mine, he was getting paid for it. I chuckled and said I was free labor. We talked for a bit, and I helped him with his tasks until he glanced at his watch and said he was 15 minutes into his break. He left, and I did not see him the rest of the day. Oh, my broken heart...
But do not fear!
After the movie I delayed at Hot Topic, my number one source for anything gothic. I noticed the tall man who reminded me oh so much of Alphonse Elric from the Fullmetal Alchemist moveie. Oh swoon, he looks so nice.
Alas, he did not see me, and I went about looking for a specific hair color for my tips. A bloody red.
I heard behind me a small 'hello'. Upon turning around I only saw the man fixing some items. I returned to my task of looking for a hair product.
Again I heard a small 'hello'. I turned again. The man was standing there, smiling lightly. Oh how my face turned red, for I said nothing in reply!
Suddenly I remembered he worked there and asked him about the product I searched for. After purchasing it, my mother and father took me away. I noticed some things there that I required for my fun, and replied I had to return. Away we went, back to the store with the lovely man!
Alas, I was told that to go to the room I required, I would have to talk to the man and ask for his key. To my disbelief, I saw immitation goth girls giggling and squeeling around him, cooing over how much he looked like Edward Elric, with a black trench coat. He seemed slightly lost and was politely talking to them until he noticed me with my clothes and said, "Would you like to try those on?"
I replied that I would, and he took me to the room, where I commented about fangirls, and his chuckling made me smile.
At the register the nice man was talking lightly with me about college, his hair, and other bits and pieces. I shall go back soon to see both of my men, Bookstore-chan and Alphonse-sempai.
Adieu, adieu my love, for it is bittersweet, for I never learned either of their names. (._.);
Oh yes, I also happened upon Princess Tutu, both volumes. Joy abundant! |
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| Splee? |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|09:17 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My computer | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Michelle Branch- You set me Free | ] |
Yes. It seems I forgot about my LJ info. Silly me. n_n; Anyway.. I went camping with Shauna and Sabrina, and then James called. He was supposed to call tonight, but he forgot. Again. Or maybe he'll call when I'm sleeping, like Monday. I wouldn't put it past him. Anyway, maybe I'll post some other time. Like tomorrow. |
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| Thinking... DDR... |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|02:47 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Eating an apple | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  creative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DDR- Cartoon Heroes | ] |
Yeah. I found this. But I'm not a guy, it's just interesting.
"A guy wrote this in his notebook and it should make you think.
I know way too many really beautiful girls who think they don't look good... It hurts... because it's our fault, guys I mean. We make girls feel like they have to be perfect. You know what I mean, flat stomach, huge boobs, round booty, long legs, big lips, and on top of all that, they have to dress like a whore, and be one as well... nobody can measure up to that... and its not fair... because nobody should have to. The little imperfections are what make people special. If everyone was perfect the world would be so boring, variety is what makes life interesting. So guys, stop making girls have to live up to your, I'm sorry, our... deluded fantasy visions of perfection. Stop acting like boys and start being men... realize that women don't exist to fufill our sexual desires. Stop talking to them solely to get with them, be nice to them because you want to be their friend, not because you want to hook up with them. Say nice things about them not to flatter them in hopes that you'll get some, but because you know they like to hear them. In short... we need to grow up and stop acting like freakin retarded little boys."
Hmm.. Whatever, DDR calls n.n |
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| SO fucking pissed off |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|12:17 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | dying | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Dead | ] |
Why the fuck can't people let well enough alone? I mean, all I wanted to do was get internet in my room. What does my mother say? No. Greg's had it for 2 years in his room, and I can't have it in mine. Why? Who the fuck cares. I can't even get clothes if they'll embaress Greg, yet Eric can beat me and molest me? I don't care how little I was, he was being a fucking molestor and no one cares. My parents didn't believe me, and they never will. Wonder why I don't like guys? My brother. TJ was the same. Always had to have it his way, which meant he was allowed to take off my clothes and watch me get changed. I love James, but I can't have him because I'm afraid he'll be worse than any of them. Worse than Eric, worse than TJ, worse than anyone I've ever met. Oh, how could that be possible? Oh, it is. Leave me alone for 3 months, then come crawling back all flirty and shit.
I can't even play World of Warcraft because Greg's playing, so that means I can't do anything. I can't get a computer without Greg having something to do with it, fuck, I can't even breathe without Greg approving it. "Oh, dont' embaress Greg" "Oh, Greg is soooo perfect" "You're so stupid we were planning on you failing the year" "Greg would NEVER fail the year"
Well you know what? I FUCKING HATE YOU GREG, YOU'RE THE WORST BROTHER BECAUSE ALL THEY EVER DO IS COMPARE ME TO YOU AND I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO DIE. DIE AND THEN YOU CAN BE MR. PERFECT, WITH GOOD GRADES, A GOOD COLLEGE, A GOOD BODY, AND I WILL NEVER HAVE TO BE HERE AGAIN, BURDENING YOU. EVER. EVER.
I take diet pills without anyone knowing. Yes, because I'm SO FUCKING FAT that if I don't my parents will tell Greg. Why do they tell him shit like that? It isn't fair at all to do something like that. They never told him when I got arrested. So why do they have to tell him everything else? And why the fuck does he have to be so damn smart? Makes my works look stupid. My stories don't compare to his computer, my art doesn't have anything on his stupid video game. Oh, and I do all the chores. I've done dishes so long because Greg's in his room. I always get yelled at for hanging around in my room. Always yelled at for my dirty clothes. Greg? "Ew, that's nasty." And that's it.
So Greg is SOOO perfect. I've been playing on the tennis team at school for 3 years, and Greg barely touches the raquet. When I beat him, my parents just said "Oh, he LET you win. He could easily beat you." FUCK YOU WORLD, FUCK YOU PARENTS AND FUCK YOU "FRIENDS" BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE ANYONE OR ANYTHING. EVERYTHING I EVER LOVED DIED. MY CAT, MY GRANDMOTHER, AND THE ONLY MAN I WILL EVER LOVE WILL DIE BEFORE ME. FUCKING FRIENDS SAY THEY CARE, BUT THEY WON'T EVEN TALK WHEN I WANT TO. Oh no, because they have lives. Well when I die, will that be enough for you to go "Gee, we fucked up?" Or will you just watch and laugh at me, because I'm so emo? Who needs friends anyway. They just irritate and get in the way. I don't have any more friends. I don't need anyone. |
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| Day. Good. |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|09:57 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Computer. Windows. | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nadesico- Ima Wa Oyasumi Wo | ] |
Woke up, took about 4 hours to get my parents out the door. All gothic black today. Had to explain, YET AGAIN, that I really really REALLY wanted my glasses, because I couldn't see shit without them. So we finally got going, after taking the dogs out twice, cleaning the house and car, and letting my father play video games. Woo..Hoo.. Flrplesnagr... Gah!. Oh well. Um.. Anyway. We stopped at the library first. I have my face inches from the books to read their titles. Freaeked out a couple of people, I'm sure.. Then we went to pick up my glasses after three more stops. D'er... They don't look all that bad either. Mum thinks they're hideous. We went to this D&D store, Flying Fantasies I think, and I was in total heaven. A cat was following me the whole time named Amber, and there were so many books I could've stayed in there forever, reading. The boys there were so shocked to see a girl I think, they got really quiet and just watched me pick out stuff I needed. Really funny. The manager or whatever seemed to like me. And my father. My mother hated it so much she went somewhere else. More time for me to pet the kitty. Uh, let's see.. we went to the mall, my parents spent over 300$ in the sprint store on 'Blue Tooth' stuff for their phones, we're gonna get DDR for home, and then we went to a steak house. I got the only vegetarian thing I could find. It was okay. Liked the fried rice. And they had good disposible chopsticks, the ones you have to pull apart. I laughed at my father's attempt, kept my mothers, and split mine almost perfectly. Then we went home. And now here I am, emo glasses and all, sitting in front of a computer looking at Chuck Norris jokes. Woo-hoo. |
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| Frig |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|06:41 pm] |
Grrr... So... fucking... bored. No one pays attention to the fact that I have no life. I spend most of my time spending money on books, or sitting talking to this guy who probably has no interest in me beyond I was nice to role play with at first. But now I'm boring. So he'll ignore me. Fucking world wants me to die slowly. Damnit.. I get my glasses tomorrow. Guess I'll wait for my friends to realize that getting out of the house is good for me. ._. |
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| Emo goth |
[Jun. 28th, 2006|12:04 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Crying | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Anastacia, left outside alone | ] |
Hehehehe, I got back from shopping for glasses and being out with my family. Wow, it was frigged up. We went to see the second Garfield movie, very cute. Then my parents dragged me into the libby lu princess store, for 5-9 year olds, by the chains on my oh so gothic pants, much to the sales clerk's amusement. They all found it amusing to give me all sorts of pink things for my hair and such. D'er... Then this mother of a girl gave me such a horrified look, I was about to start laughing my ass off. Then I got a mic for my computer and I recorded the first version of the lines I'm reading! Woo-hoo! So thrilled. Went back to being friends with my soon to be emo guy friend. Boys = annoying, and they suck more than girls do. Hehe.. Anyway, gonna talk to Ro now, bye!
Emo emocon things. Hehehe.. Oh, I only picked out the frames, they won't be done till next week. -sob- |
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| Glasses and such |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|03:12 am] |
I get my new glasses later today. I might get emo frames just to piss off my mom. Hehehe |
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| Emo |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
Emo. What is an emo, by definition?
" Emo
Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle."
Well, I have the no smiling thing down. My jeans are medium so they are pretty tight now, But I do fit into them! I wear a black coat in the summer. I'm getting new glasses Tuesday (Yes, they will be thick rimmed) And my hair looks unwashed from all the time in the pool. But I won't dye it black. ....Yet. It does cover a lot of my face though. And I'm almost 17. And I listen to the Emo music. o.o'
My thoughts generally turn to how to kill myself. I've even started a story about how a girl dies by a kind of not really accident that is. I was writing about my darker side, the one that wants to die as soon as possible. Emo? Yeah, more than not. Gothic? Yeah, that too... ^^; Oops. |
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