| Cutest thing ever seen yesterday |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|03:49 pm] |
At Borders: a woman taking donations for her companion dogs in training; she has two Labradors with her. A little kid and I are petting one.
Kid: :D Doggy!
Dad: Ok, son, we have to go now...
Kid: WAIT, MY TOY!
Dad: Come on...
Kid: I WANT TO SHOW THE DOGGY! *digs through bag to show his toy to the dog*
Dog: :3
Another adorable thing at Borders: dad reading Batman to his little kid, who was very concerned about Mr. Freeze stealing diamonds or whatever, and the dad reassuring him Batman would help. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|10:15 am] |
I think this quiz is bullshit, but holy shit I love the color scheme of my result |
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| saving these lyrics |
[Nov. 22nd, 2008|08:14 pm] |
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| | The Faint - Desperate Guys | ] |
Was it more than attraction and a physical lust?
Her loins, my imagination, that first inconceivable touch
I was planning--er
I mean wishing--uhh
How embarrassed I’d been if you knew what I was thinking of.
And whoa, when it started, my first thought was love,
Not just lust, because when I heard you speak, I felt warm
In the evening I saw you, you were warming the bass up.
Your hair covered your face up,
I was acting indifferent at the merch booth, putting on makeup.
We met up at a party in a swamp on a yacht
I spun the helm, but we were docked
I crossed my fingers, but I didn’t beg,
'Cause I knew you knew
'Cause I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew it,
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
Close to you, wishing we’re conjoined at the tongue.
Can you hear me thinking? I should stop...
I crossed my fingers, but I didn’t beg,
'Cause I knew you knew
'Cause I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew I liked you
I knew you knew it,
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I knew you knew I liked you,
I knew you knew it,
But I figured desperate guys,
Never had a chance with you.
I figured desperate guys,
Never had a chance with you.
I knew that desperate guys,
Would never have a chance with you.
I knew you knew I liked you,
I knew you knew it.
I knew you knew I liked you,
I knew you knew it.
I knew you knew I liked you,
I knew you knew it.
I knew you knew I liked you,
I knew you knew it. |
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| I wish |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
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It occurred to me that, if they were real, I could keep some Pikmin in a 40 Gallon terrarium and the thought of having those little guys running around, chilling in the sun, feeding them drops of honey and watching them cooperatively carry stuff around calmed me considerably.
Is this weird?
This was after it occurred to me that I could get like 50,000 Pikmin and have them carry me around :D it would take about six hours for me to get everywhere and I think most of them would die under my weight, but it'd still be awesome.
The terrarium idea is better, though. |
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| No. |
[Oct. 14th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
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I'm too tired and infuriated by everything and everyone to function properly or think about anything more than a day away. I feel that I'm failing miserably at everything I even think about attempting. (How did I do on my last History test? I don't know and right now I don't care.) I made the calculations and I won't be able to get an A in Careers in Psych--the consequence of my own laziness and retardation. So now I can only do as well as I've been doing so far--three As and a B. Fuck you and fuck me and I hope I explode into shrapnel, killing everyone within a 50 foot radius of me. |
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| Nothing |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|02:08 am] |
You're best friends with someone for four years,
you love each other for three,
and date for two--in that time, you have a million happy, perfect moments, conversations that are literally 12 hours long, you write stories, draw together, cook together, argue, discuss, play games, hold each other, help each other, get lost together, take each other's virginity, fuck, make love, hold hands, give each other innumerable kisses, and get to know every inch, imperfection, and birthmark on each other. For four years, your her first love and she's the one person who can make you truly, truly happy. She's the only person I believe when she tells me I'm worth something, and sometimes, she is the only one saying it. I can't open up so much to other people even if I wanted to, and there's no one else I can be completely myself with. And because of her father's job, her family's (serious) threats to disown her, her being completely dependent on them, because we both need to go to college, she moves away to Kansas for...we don't know how many years, with a promise to keep in touch and to meet up again after...four...five...six...maybe more years. You have your last dinner together with the only person who instinctively holds your hand in her sleep, the only person who can make you laugh so hard, the only person with a perfect, beautiful face, the only person who can make you come five times, and you pretend it's not your last dinner. And when she drives away that night for the last time, she's suddenly starts crying so loudly you can hear it past the mailbox. I am so indescribably...numb right now that I don't care about the giant paragraph and I don't care I'm vacillating between first and second person and I know that at some point, it'll hit me that I won't see her again and I'll lose my composure completely and since she's the only one who can save me when that happens, I...do not know what will happen.
weerwrerrg4jklenjkhjkbwjkebwbw |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
I was supposed to update every day but didn't because....
- Went to Ireland
- Did things with various friends
- Did various things with Sheila
- Did absolutely nothing today except pick up pictures for mom and drew some shit that I immediately hated and napped
Tomorrow will be more something. |
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| DETHKLOK |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|04:59 pm] |
So, the Dethklok concert was pretty amazing. The opening bands, Soylent Green and Chimera were pretty cool, too; not only did their music not suck, they weren't huge assholes like some opening bands I've experienced. Chimera had very dramatic strobe lights and smoke machines, and the lead singer was hilariously INTEEENSSSSE.
I think I would have enjoyed the concert more if I could have danced, moshed, and crowd-surfed, but I was getting the shit beaten out of me up against the barrier. Next time. This time, I wanted to be there to SEE them, look Brendon Small in the face, watch the videos they were projecting, et cetera. Next time: slow dance to Briefcase Full of Guts. I have a big bruise on my hip, my chest aches and hurts whenever touched from being slammed up against the barrier, and my neck hurt so badly I couldn't move it until I took two Tylenol, two Ibuprofin, seven asprin, and two heating pads. I still can't move it much. My shoulders and arms ache, too. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|02:04 pm] |
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I was SUPPOSED to do stand-up at the Relapse again, but we got so hopelessly lost that instead I just took Hannah, Kathryn and Sheila to Waffle House, then we sat in the car talking. I even got to smoke a beautiful, beautiful cig. It was wonderful. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2008|02:57 am] |
Yesterday was a failure. I DID NOTHING.
Today I hung out with Hannah and Katy, staring, drooling and shitting myself while they did awesome things. Then Sheila picked us up and took us to CiCi's Pizza, which was surprisingly delicious. Hannah thinks we are hilarious together, and it makes me happy that she said we have the healthiest/weirdest relationship she knows.
Afterwards, we went to Hancock fabric, talked to Chris, and got some fancy free fabric. Then I got my paycheck from Panera, and almost everyone except Heewon bitch said hi to me. Then we hung out at Borders, drank coffee, and I kissed Sheila many times. It was nice.
Then Sheila dropped me back off at Hannah's because she had to go home. Nicole had been trying to call me to invite me to go swimming, but I had forgotten my cell, so we went to dinner instead. Our waiter recognized me and called me by first and last name before revealing we had been in the same English class with Madden--I hadn't remembered him at all. He referred to me as the "opinionated, outspoken girl who sat in the front row." I thought he seemed annoyed with me, but Nicole and Ashe said they did not notice that. I'm glad he remembered me as "opinionated and outspoken," though I'm afraid that might have been code for "loud, annoying bitch."
Actually...thinking about now...I realize I don't care.
Then Nicole got me some rare Pokemon as we watched Pokemon movie #827,782,982,201 on Youtube.
I want to learn how to sew. |
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| No More Job! |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|11:50 pm] |
I took Pat, French, and Ashe to the GA Aquarium today, which was fun even though we only had an hour to do stuff. I am considering volunteering/getting a job there.
Then Ashe and I went swimming until 10pm. It was lovely. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|10:56 pm] |
Zombossified: Or does every movie have the "we erased everyone's memory!!!1" thing
Zombossified: ?
xLonelySatellite: Nope
xLonelySatellite: In the Mewtwo Returns film, Mewtwo starts on about wanting to erase the kids' memories and such
xLonelySatellite: And Ash is like
xLonelySatellite: No stupid
xLonelySatellite: We need memories like this
xLonelySatellite: And gives Mewtwo a stern talking to about fucking with people's free will and all
xLonelySatellite: And then Mewtwo's like I love you forever Ash
Zombossified: XD
xLonelySatellite: Then they all fly away literally
Zombossified: XDXD
Zombossified: SECRET LOOVERRSSSS
xLonelySatellite: Yes
xLonelySatellite: From the very start |
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| Terrifyingly, I... |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|11:27 pm] |
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| [ | Current Music |
| | Jon Stewart | ] |
White wine lends buoyancy to my thoughts--my sweetly-soaked brain is effervescent with the joy attainable only through drunkenness. No dark retreat into the dank crevices of my collective consciousness, just cheerfulness (artfully peppered with a kiss of vertigo) and Jon Stewart--you are a brilliant, brilliant man and tomorrow, I will do well on my Gov test and the next day I will either go to work and do an amazing job, reinventing part-time mediocrity into success, OR I will be forced into the land socialization and both terrify and enthrall the mortals I will meet there. I will drink a tall glass(es) of wine every night from now on, because energy and optimism suits me in a way that prescription medication and head wounds do not.
Mitt Romney, you were a crazy sumbitch.
What kind of a name is Mitt, anyway.
Ich bin sehr heiß.
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| I suck. |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|10:14 am] |
The Portait of the Teacher (ENFJ)
The Idealists called Teachers are abstract in their thought and speech, cooperative in their style of achieving goals, and directive and extraverted in their interpersonal relations. Learning in the young has to be beckoned forth, teased out from its hiding place, or, as suggested by the word "education," it has to be "educed." by an individual with educative capabilities. Such a one is the eNFj, thus rightly called the educative mentor or Teacher for short. The Teacher is especially capable of educing or calling forth those inner potentials each learner possesses. Even as children the Teachers may attract a gathering of other children ready to follow their lead in play or work. And they lead without seeming to do so.
Teachers expect the very best of those around them, and this expectation, usually expressed as enthusiastic encouragement, motivates action in others and the desire to live up to their expectations. Teachers have the charming characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met, their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this type has extraordinary charisma. (LOL NO.)
The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population. They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with little pre-planning. An experienced Teacher group leader can dream up, effortlessly, and almost endlessly, activities for groups to engage in, and stimulating roles for members of the group to play. In some Teachers, inspired by the responsiveness of their students or followers, this can amount to genius which other types find hard to emulate. Such ability to preside without planning reminds us somewhat of an Provider, but the latter acts more as a master of ceremonies than as a leader of groups. Providers are natural hosts and hostesses, making sure that each guest is well looked after at social gatherings, or that the right things are expressed on traditional occasions, such as weddings, funerals, graduations, and the like. In much the same way, Teachers value harmonious human relations about all else, can handle people with charm and concern, and are usually popular wherever they are. But Teachers are not so much social as educational leaders, interested primarily in the personal growth and development of others, and less in attending to their social needs.
Mikhail Gorbachev, Oprah Winfrey, Pope John Paul II, Ralph Nader, John Wooden, and Margaret Mead are examples of Teacher Idealists.
http://kts2.personalityzone.com/user/register.aspx |
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[Dec. 31st, 2007|02:17 am] |
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Miranda - Don
Oh, Una mañana te veré llegar,
Y te pediré que me acompañes
(A dónde en verdad no sé, dime que sí, miénteme)
Podría ser que al final rompiste el cristal en mí
Podría pasar que me hagas hablar
Yo creo que tienes el Don de curar este mal
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Eiffel 65 - Now Is Forever
but you'll do it step after step.
yet to come is all that's gone,
learn to live this moment.
live for today.
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Gorillaz - 5/4
She made me kill myself
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Metallica - Through the Never
Come to be, how it begun
All alone in the family of the sun
Curiosity teasing everyone
On our home, third stone from the sun
All that is, ever
Ever was, will be, ever
Twisting, turning, through the never
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Goldfrapp - Forever
Here I wanna be a stranger
Drift in and then out just linger
Slow motion you fall
Like a blossom
Way out there on a star
Nova lazy
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Brand Nubian - Rockin' It
Since the scrotum I was that brother
Ripped a hole in my daddy's rubber
Swan dived into my mother
Left behind a thousand others
Caught one cat sittin in the egg, tossed
him out he slid down the leg
Born months later, I come ridin down the escalator
The doctor tried to smack me but I caught him with a two piece
My pops said, "Son you did it right, aww man, my shorty tight"
Then he passed the brother a mic and
ever since my flow been tight
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Alien Ant Farm - Summer
Several days have passed now
Darker than any damn cloud now
Liquid sunshine falls down
Harder than all the damn hounds
Tried to give you summer, but I'm winter
Wish I could make you spring spring time.
Tried to give you summer, but I'm winter
Wish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard
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PJ Olsson - Whistle Song
You hurt my soul
And you wrecked my world
Bringing me down over a friend
Get yourself off
Get yourself off
I'll be there just as soon as I can
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Billie Holiday - Stormy Blues
When it rains in here
Its storming on the sea
When it rains in here
Its storming on the sea
I've been down so long
Down don't worry me
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Rammstein - Stein um Stein
Stein um Stein mauer ich dich ein
Stein um Stein
Und keiner hört dich schreien |
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[Nov. 4th, 2007|12:04 am] |
goonygoon2023 (12:03:21 AM): SEE?! You are an encyclopedia lesbianica.
Zombossified (12:03:45 AM): That...is the BEST epitaph ever |
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| #5 - Atlanta Dragon*Con 2007! |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|01:24 am] |
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I went with Leslie, Perry, and my Shloongie dressed as a Sexy Malpractice Nurse.
( D*C07 Adventures )
And now I have to lose all the weight I gained from being a disgusting pig and eating nothing but junk food all weekend. |
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| #3 - Meaningful Lyrics |
[Aug. 20th, 2007|09:18 am] |
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If your ass is a Chinese restaurant I'll have the poo-poo platter
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec. class
Later in the afternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass
I said "Guys I'm like you, I like Monster Trucks too
Wanna see how many push-ups I can do?"
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Dig guys that are
Queer, guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See, I'm not queer, I'm too ugly
But if I were handsome just imagine how great it would be
Incognito as gay though but not actually that way though, pseudo-homo phony
Maybe it's a stupid theory or maybe just stupidity
But if I was a queerbee in the fashion industry
Scoring with a supermodel would be easy
Cause 'supermodel' means voluptuous but is also is synonymous with 'super dumb'
See I'd be a good listener so she'd treat me like a sister and soon I'd become
That trusted friend that cares that rubs her back and braids her hair
No, it wouldn't be a week before I'm in her underwear
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Dig guys that are
Queer, guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See, I'm not queer, I'm too ugly
Doesn't matter what I'm packin' in my denim it's what's in my genes
The only smoked meat, the only sausage I would eat is made by Jimmy Dean
See, I'm not to keen on the smell of Vaseline
No, I'm not Princess Di and I don't wanna be a queen
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Anyway if I were gay I'd have to change my name to Dirk or Lewis
Hang out with my mom's hair stylist his name is Kip he's got a lisp he talks like this
And wear my mother's lingerie, learn the songs of Broadway
And appreciate Depeche Mode and avant-garde ballet
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Dig guys that are
Queer, guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer, guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer, guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
And I don't shave my heiny
Don't shave my heiny
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
~I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks~
The Bloodhound Gang
I fucking love this/many other Bloodhound Gang songs. |
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