Thursday, August 26, 2004

   *chillin' in Boy's apartment*
So, I've been in school for a week now. Don't have class for about another twenty minutes. Thouroughly enjoying myself and college life. Let's see, what has happened thus far?
I've gotten a movie poster for THE CROW!!! ^_^ *chi* I currently have it up above my bed on my ceiling so I can drool over Brandon Lee every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to bed when I'm not thinking about other things. I've been thinking about "other things" a lot lately.
My religion teacher taught my dad "Visions of the Apocolypse" by William Blake some twenty-five years ago (or whenever it was Dad went to college) which I find really cool. Also taught my cousin's husband that same class. I'm keeping a journal in his class which I'm trying to write in every day, due date is in about five weeks.
Hanging out way much during lunch at STM and enjoying chillin' on the couch with Molly and Rusty. Rusty is gold and Molly is rusty. However, Molly did come before Rusty and is a girl so that is some help to the names. Obviously, I'm talking about dogs and not people.
*spaz* I've been getting lots of e-mails and been very, very happy about that.
Ooooh...Neil Gaiman is an awesome, awesome, awesome writer! I've just started NEVERWHERE and I finished reading AMERICAN GODS about two days ago. Go and read them, they're great. And for those of you who haven't read the past posts, he's also the creator/writer for THE SANDMAN Virtigo DC comics that are totally amazing and the graphic novel from that series entitled THE DREAM HUNTERS with the illustrations by Yoshitaka Amano.
Well, this is all I can think of off the top of my head at the moment. I may be gettting a lap top soon and I may be getting my liscence soon as well.
Talk to y'all later. Cheers!
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Friday, August 20, 2004

   First Day
Wore: black dress-ish boots, black jeans, tight black spandex shirt, sunglasses, hair down.

Most populare comment: "Aren't you hot in that?"

Reply: "Not really. I like it."

Note: The heat index for yesterday was a hundred degrees, just call me hot natured.

Right, so yesterday was my first day of class and it was great. I had two classes, we basically did nothing in both of them except go over the syllabi. I hung out with Boy and at STM...the people there are sooo cool. You're sitting there and everybody's just, "You want to come in? Hi, my name's _______" and so on. Yesterday was theater 170 and English 101, today is philosophy 110, religion 114, and Latin 122. *grin* I have a sneaky suspicion that I'm really going to enjoy myself this semester.

*thinks* Oh yeah!

Window Pane thought:

Just a thought:
Life is a poker game.
-Nobody


Okay, yeah I admit, it's not that great. The actual thought is actually too big to fit on my window pane, being along the lines of: "In life you either have all the cards, or you bluff your way through it. Guess life's just a poker game. Folding not an option." (At least not in my life book, as far as poker's concerned I fold about as much as I bluff.)

I'm off to class in about ten minutes, let y'all get back to what y'all were doing. Cheers.
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Monday, August 9, 2004

   *emotionless*
So my sisters start school on Wensday and I still have a week to go (I laugh at them.) I have done nothing worth mentioning since I got home because all I have been doing is e-mailing incessently. My best friends have hooked up and broken up with each other and I just sit back and smile. *smile* Peck is watching THE 5TH ELEMENT for the third time in as meaning days. I have done absolutely nothing this summer except: a) clean my room and b) found out the existence of an amazing person *heh heh, smile* Oh, and I wrote that story whenever I posted last. *meh* I guess that's all the nothing I have to say. I suppose that the next time I post will be after I got home from school next Thursday.
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Saturday, July 31, 2004

i'm up waaaaay too late, feel slightly sick, and am therefore going to write this WARNING: VIOLENT/GRAPHIC CONTENT short story
I stand starring out the window. The rain plinks and thunks and slides down the pane. So much more liquid than blood.

I take a deep drag from the cigarette. I don't smoke. This is my first ever. I hold it between my fingers and mimic all my favorite black and white movie stars. I'm Humphrey Bogart from CASABLANCA.

The gun lays on the floor. Barrel still smoking. A beautiful weaving mist forming succulent bodies of the most voluptous women ever to grace imagination. The empty void of the mouth points towards me in accusation.

My best friend's brain, skull, hair, and blood drip from the back wall.

I never believed he would do it, you understand.

When he called me to tell me that he was, I was upset and nervous, but I didn't believe that he would do it. Not really.

Maybe if I had ran to the car quicker. If I had taken my bike instead of the truck. If I hadn't have been worried about driving in the rain.

Somehow, the clowing scent of blood still fills my nostrils even as I exhale the smoke. My friend was a heavy smoker. I kept telling him that it would kill him one day. Ha.

What is worse, I suppose, is that I'm somehow excited. On this crazy adrenaline high. I want to have at it with the smoke women. Wish they were real. My best friend is dead and all I can do is listen to the hormones running through my brain.

It's better than paying attention to the smell of feces, piss, and blood I suppose. Although I do not mind the blood smell so much.

I strike another match and watch the flames dance reflected in the window. Time for another cigarette. Why the hell won't the cops get here? Bastards. I called on the way over, and they still haven't come.

Maybe if I hadn't've taken the time to make the call, I would have gotten here before he blew his brains to kingdom come.

But it's like I said, I didn't believe he would really do it. He'd been threatening to for awhile. Said no one cared about him, yet he called me his friend.

Ass. Bastard. Son-of-a-b****.

The tears stain the coffee table. I wipe the betraying wetness from my cheeks. Jeeze, when was the last time I cried?

Goddamn jerk. He wasn't just my friend. He was my bloody brother.

Who's going to be there for Me now? Huh? Who's going to tease me about my taste in women? Who's going to be the best man at my wedding? Who's going to be my son's Godfather?

"Why'd you have to go and f***** betray me like that you Ass****! Bastard!" the scream rips from my throat, hoarse from the tar and smoke and emotion.

Angrily I smash the cigarette into the ashtray. I begin lightly beating my head against the window pane. In the distance I hear the sirens. Like they'll do any good now.
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Well, that's it. Yes, I was writing from a male perspective. This is the reason why I normally don't stay up late at night (it's one eighteen in the morning.) *Garh* I need to get some sleep.

If anyone so much as takes a sentence of this without my permission I will hunt you down and make you regret it. Or I'll send Sam and Fred after you to drive you insane. Or I'll ask Dream to give you nothing but nightmares (eternal waking *heh heh*) for the rest of your natural born life. No, not really, I'll just get really peeved, so please don't rip off my story. Thank-you.

Okay, enough of this, I'm going to bed.
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Friday, July 30, 2004

   because David Bowie is just that cool...
"Ashes to Ashes"

Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true

They got a message
from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved
all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"

The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Jap girls
in synthesis and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing

[CHORUS]
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's 4
a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light
but no smoking pistol

I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue,
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now

[CHORUS]

My mother said
to get things done
You'd better not mess
with Major Tom

"Life on Mars"

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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So there you go partners. Some David Bowie lyrics to keep you happy. Isn't he just the greatest rock artist?

I've been working on improving my lyric collection today, have about twenty new songs in my files now *whoop* Makes me happy. Getting stuff done.

Been re-reading CATCHER IN THE RYE. It's a good book for all those who haven't read it. Though I would suggest not reading it all at once as it tends to make (me at least) depressed, morose, et cetera, et cetera.

Now I'm actually going to go catch up on some posts before I rot my brains out listening to music and reading.
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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Up in Virginia
Well, here at the campsite my grandparents' are working at this year. Going to be here for the next three days or so. Missed fencing tonight *sniffle* but at least I have internet access. Expect random posts that do not really say anything at all.

*quivers* Only three weeks until college starts.

My japanese name is 山下 Yamashita (under the mountain) 美晴 Miharu (beautiful clear sky).
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Monday, July 26, 2004

   Well, it's been awhile
So, first thing's first. The window pane thought for the month (which I've been so lax in putting up):

Just a thought:
Promises to self are as sacred as ones to others.
-Nobody

So, what have I been up to? Nothing much really. I feel really crummy that I haven't been checking up on y'all and commenting and stuff. *sigh* That should change as soon as school starts back up again though.

I've had friends over for movies, own a shirt not too unlike Draven's (THE CROW) and have finished a couple sketches, along with one "free thought" anime style sketch. Going to start another one today.

Have five new David Bowie CDs thanks to the Bowie-ite in my collection now. I've been singing "Ashes to Ashes" and "China Girl" incessently (sp?)

Just got off my university's webpage. I now know where my classes are located and I've signed onto the Blackboard so I'll be able to get my little updates and such. Classes start August 19th, only three weeks away. I'm starting to get really nervous. Oh yeah, e-mailed the career counciler so hopefully I'll be getting a job this semester to help pay for my fencing classes and such.

*whoo whoo, whoo whoo* *hmmmmm* I think that's all from me at the moment. Going to check up on y'all now. Cheers.

P. S. I own a pair of hot/electric/flourescent pink nylon fishnet stockings. Just because I can.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

   *let's out a large Peter Pan crow*
I've done it! *myuhahahahahahaha!* My room is sparkling, spotless, gloriously clean! Contrary to past proof and popular speculation, I actually have a floor. At least I do now. It took a week, but my room is finally clean. For the first time in about four years. I've also re-arranged it.

For those of you curious to how my room now is as compared to how it once was (which will only be lupis gurl and writerashley, but that's okay) here it is:
^ the travelers trunk is no longer in my room. We have taken it out and we're going to sell it to who ever wants it.
^ bookshelves are now where the trunk used to be.
^ the chest of drawers that was under my bed is now in front of the door leading to my sister's room.
^ there is an art board where the chest of drawers used to be, under my bed.
^ the Big Blue Chair and my little table have switched places (Chair on right, table on left)

The pack rat (that would be me) was actually able to throw things away. I tossed two trashbags worth of stuff.

My week has gone well so far, but now I need to sort the newspaper and eat (I've been up for about two and a half hours and haven't eaten anything so I'm getting nausiated.)

'Til I get on the internet again...cheers!
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Friday, July 9, 2004

"I do believe in faeries! I do! I do!"
Yeah, so I just saw PETER PAN for the first time last night. So I've been singing that chant ever since.

Okay, it's been awhile. What've I been up to?

July 4th weekend I was up in North Carolina in Pisgah National Forest backpacking. It rained everyday and made it impossible to get up a good bed of coals for roasted vegetables. However, we did have the parafin stove so Dad was able to fix his ultra tasty homemade beef stew. We found a new ice cream place too, since the old one was turned into a TCBY *blech*

I've started cleaning my room, so now it is a complete mess. Things scattered every which a ways from cleaning my shelves. I've actually thrown some things away. As soon as it's clean, time for rearranging. Going to move the dresser from under my bed and put in my great grandfather's art board so I can draw without having my shadow in the way. Put in some new bookshelves, maybe give away my traveler's trunk.

The 18th anniversary of LABYRINTH came and went without too much fuss. Batman and the Bowie-ite came over after my family left (showing them my Greece scrapbook) and we watched MUSIC FROM ANOTHER ROOM. Fun stuff.

We have a new pool in the backyard, haven't swam in it yet but the rest of the family (sans Daddy) have and enjoyed it. Probably will get in sometime this week.

Finished reading THE SHELTERING SKY, a good read. Nearly drove me crazy come the end, but I got through it. Wrote some more, finished a sketch. Nothing anime, just a copy of a picture I had lying around of my best friend on the whole planet.

Next week: Fencing! *whee* (none this week for nationals in Charlotte) The plan: I've been called predicatable, so I'm going to negate that illusion.

What else has happened? Our computer sorta went cablooey and we just got it fixed yesterday (after fiddling with it for three or two days.) I am now sure that our computer itself is a virus because it is fine until you try to put a virus protector on and then it goes on the fritz and refuses to work.

That's all for now. Until next time, whenever that is.
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Saturday, June 26, 2004

My feelings this day, over the summer...about life in general
"Pinch Me"
Barenaked Ladies

It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess
There's a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk but I'll just drive
It's colder than it looks outside

It's like a dream you try to remember
But it's gone
Then you try to scream
But it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world
Beyond your front door
Take your time, is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for

It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon

Like a dream you try to remember
But it's gone
Then you try to scream
But it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world
Beyond your front door
Take your time is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for

Pinch me, pinch me, cause I'm still asleep
Please God tell me that I'm still asleep

On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
If I pack the car and leave this town
You'll notice that I'm not around
I could hide out under there
I just made you say "underwear"
I could leave but I'll just stay
All my stuff's here anyway

Like a dream you try to remember
But it's gone
Then you try to scream
But it only comes out as a yawn
When you try to see the world
Beyond your front door
Take your time is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile
When you realize that a guy my size might take a while
Just to try to figure out what all this is for

Pinch me
Try to figure out what all this is for
Pinch me
Try to see the world beyond your front door
Pinch me
Try to figure out what all this is for

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