Tuesday, May 22, 2007

help im bored!! well, im gonna try to get more involved in myo again. lifes just pluggin along. i got all my stories done in newspaper and blah blah blah, so im just kinda screwing around. check this out: for our senior issue we wrote a story about mormon missions. basicaly its just who's going and basically what a mission is. well, our principal, who happens to be mormon, told us to pull the story, which happens to be illegal considering its not prejudiced at all, not opinionated, not about a controversial subject or anything. but our advisor doesnt want to fight it just because its so close to the end of the year. our issue comes out at the end of the week.

so i went to take my drivers test yesterday and...guess. no i didnt fail! i didnt even get a chancfe to take it. i drove clear to the other side of town. thanks to traffic that took like a hour. but anywho we couldnt find the registration papers to the car once we got there. we looked under the seat, in the glove box, in my mom's purse, even in the back! so i had to leave without taking the test and then on thwe way home, my mom finds it in the glove box!!! i was so pissed!!!!!!!!! so since i decided to blame my mom for it, i put in my metallica black album to bother her. *smug grin*

well, thats about all i got to bitch about. other than that, lifes plodding along, same as always. so im gonna go visit sites for once. latr!
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Sunday, April 8, 2007

repost due to me posting this late in the day and getting almost no comments...
ITS ALIVE!! (skip to the italics if you want fact)



The creature crawled from the shadows and a low rumbling sound emitted from its throat. It loked vaguely human, but something wasnt quite right about it.
The watcher felt fear rise up in his belly like bad seafood making its comeback. The creature, which had been looking at the ground up until now, snapped its head up to face him. The watcher could have sworn he saw its teeth flash brilliant white, but even more striking were its eyes. Like blue bolts of bottled lightning, they shown in the darkness, and the watcher began to break out into sweat.
The previously slow moving being from the shadows suddenly sprung forward like a blur. The watcher fell backwards ready to scream when the End came. But come it did not. Before him sat not a monster from the depths of time and stone, but a boy, though not a normal one, that much was certain. He appeared to be in his late teen years; lean, but all muscle. His raven black hair dropped into his nearly luminescent eyes, causing him to absently brush it aside, but to no avail.
"What, no 'Who or what the hell are you?!' or anything?" he asked conversationally. His voice wasnt yet that of a man, but he spoke with a fluidity and power that was not the speech of someone so young. The watcher made no reply. What was with this kid? He couldn't quite place what scared him so much about the boy, but he didn't like it.
The kid, as the watcher had come to think of him, cocked his head to one side and blinked. it reminded the watcher of a dog. he distractedly groped behind him for something, but never took his eyes off the watcher. the watcher could feel his gaze studying him. The kid seemed to find what he was looking for and pulled up a tail like that of dog.
The watcher felt his eyes bulge from his sockets. The was it! This kid was a demon come to take his soul! He had to be, right? He began to feel for his gun, but it was nowhere to be found. What the hell?
He looked at the boy, who was now playing with something absently. ADD demon huh The watcher suddenly had to fight the strange, suicidal urge to laugh. It was about to win when he realized the thing the kid was screwing with was his gun. The watcher opened his mouth to say something, but his mind choked on the words as he lunged for his fire-arm.
The kid lifted it away and the watcher fell on his face. "Ah ah ah, is that any way to treat a guest?" the kid asked, not entirely mockingly.
"Ok, since you don't seem to wanna talk, I'll start," he stated matter-of-factly. Now the watcher thought he sounded like a little kid.
"So it was spring break and was just minding my own business being a nerd. Sitting at a computer in my Nerv tee-shirt and waiting for Evangelion to load up on Youtube, ye ken? I guess I sorta dozed off and ended up here," he scratched his head and chuckled a little at this part. "Oh well," he sighed. "Hey, this a pretty nice side arm," he continued. "Sandalwood grip, six-round revolving chamber, clean as a whistle." Both the kid's and the watcher's eyes widened simultaniously.
"Are you a gunslinger?!" they cried in unison.
"So you aren't a mute," the boy said with a smile. "Good to know,"
The boy tossed the watcher his gun, who boggled it a little before reholstering it, then stood up and stretched. The watcher's hazel eyes followed the boy as he turned around and began to walk off. "Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club," he said without looking over his shoulder
"Hey drama queen!" Eddie Dean of New York called after him. "Cut the crap and answer my question: Are you a gunslinger?" he restated his question as if he were talking to someone with a rudimenary grasp of the english language, emphasizing each word. The boy stopped and this time did look over his shoulder. "Nope, just a Stephen King fan," he said. Eddie the watcher's eyes widened for the umpteenth time that day.
"Yo kid!" he shouted. The boy stopped again and looked around only to get tackled to the ground. "Sorry kid, but I gotta take you in to see my dinh. Whats your name anyway?" Eddie asked, sitting on the boy's chest. The boy grinned, showing his elongated canines. "Kazemaru Kakeru of God-only-knows-where, son of Kurai. Eddie Dean of New York, I'd be happy to go palaver with Roland," the boy said smugly. Eddie was blindsided by this comment and the smile slid off his face, giving way to obvious suprise. Kazemaru rolled and now sat on Eddie's chest, his hands crossed over his throat like twin knives. "But I'm not letting you take me in," he said with cocky grin. That power was back in his voice now. He leaned in close to Eddie's face so that the one's long hair touched the other's forehead. "I'm going to let you up, we're going to go meet the rest of your ka-tet and take turns asking questions on the way there, does it do ya fine?" He got up and brushed himself off, leaving Eddie on his back in the dust. "First question: How could you let me get the better of you like that? Have you forgotten the face of your father?" The boy was supressing a smile and Eddie could see it. "Technically that's two questions," the watcher responded. They both both burst into laughter.

so how did you all like my spin off of Stephen King's Dark tower series? this was originally going to be a third person post, but my imagination started runing. but yeah, i was just posting while waiting for part 1 of "The end of evangelion" to load on youtube. anyway, i might just run with this. if you get a chance, pick up "The Gunslinger" by stephen king, its a really good book. I'm on book six out of seven, so im pretty far along. im thinking of somehowe emailing stephen king and telling him that im writing a spin off of his work. but this post is getting really really long, so i'll post about the rest of my life later. bye!
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Thursday, March 29, 2007

ITS ALIVE!! (skip to the italics if you want fact)
The creature crawled from the shadows and a low rumbling sound emitted from its throat. It loked vaguely human, but something wasnt quite right about it.
The watcher felt fear rise up in his belly like bad seafood making its comeback. The creature, which had been looking at the ground up until now, snapped its head up to face him. The watcher could have sworn he saw its teeth flash brilliant white, but even more striking were its eyes. Like blue bolts of bottled lightning, they shown in the darkness, and the watcher began to break out into sweat.
The previously slow moving being from the shadows suddenly sprung forward like a blur. The watcher fell backwards ready to scream when the End came. But come it did not. Before him sat not a monster from the depths of time and stone, but a boy, though not a normal one, that much was certain. He appeared to be in his late teen years; lean, but all muscle. His raven black hair dropped into his nearly luminescent eyes, causing him to absently brush it aside, but to no avail.
"What, no 'Who or what the hell are you?!' or anything?" he asked conversationally. His voice wasnt yet that of a man, but he spoke with a fluidity and power that was not the speech of someone so young. The watcher made no reply. What was with this kid? He couldn't quite place what scared him so much about the boy, but he didn't like it.
The kid, as the watcher had come to think of him, cocked his head to one side and blinked. it reminded the watcher of a dog. he distractedly groped behind him for something, but never took his eyes off the watcher. the watcher could feel his gaze studying him. The kid seemed to find what he was looking for and pulled up a tail like that of dog.
The watcher felt his eyes bulge from his sockets. The was it! This kid was a demon come to take his soul! He had to be, right? He began to feel for his gun, but it nowhere to be found. He looked at the boy, who was now playing with something. ADD demon huh? The watcher fought the strange, suicidal urge to laugh and it was about to win when he realized the thing the kid was screwing with was his gun. The watcher opened his mouth to say something, but his mind choked on the words as he lunged for his fire-arm.
The kid lifted it away and the watcher fell on his face. "Ah ah ah, is that any way to treat a guest?" the kid asked, not entirely mockingly.
"Ok, since you don't seem to wanna talk, I'll start," he stated matter-of-factly. Now the watcher thought he sounded like a little kid.
"So it was spring break and was just minding my own business being a nerd. Sitting at a computer in my Nerv tee-shirt and waiting for Evangelion to load up on Youtube, ye ken? I guess I sorta dozed off and ended up here," he scratched his head and chuckled a little at this part. "Oh well," he sighed. "Hey, this a pretty nice side arm," he continued. "Sandalwood grip, six-round revolving chamber, clean as a whistle." Both the kid's and the watcher's eyes widened simultaniously.
"Are you a gunslinger?!" they cried in unison.
"So you aren't a mute," the boy said with a smile. "Good to know," he added.
The boy tossed the watcher his gun, who boggled it a little before reholstering it, then stood up and stretched. The watcher's hazel eyes followed the boy as he turned around and began to walk off.
"Hey drama queen!" Eddie Dean of New York called after him. "Cut the crap and answer my question: Are you a gunslinger?" he restated his question as if he were talking to someone with a rudimenary grasp of the english language, emphasizing each word. The boy stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Nope, just a Stephen King fan," he said. Eddie the watcher's eyes widened for the umpteenth time that day.
"Yo kid!" he shouted. The boy stopped again and looked around only to get tackled to the ground. "Sorry kid, but i gotta take you in to see my dinh. Whats your name anyway?" Eddie asked, sitting on the boy's chest. The boy grinned, showing his elongated canines. "Zadkiel Kakeru of God-only-knows-where. Eddie Dean of New York, I'd be happy to go palaver with Roland," the boy said smugly. Eddie's smile slid off his face. Zadkiel rolled and now sat on Eddie's chest, his hands crossed over his throat like twin knives. "But I'm not letting you take me in," he said with cocky grin. That power was back in his voice now. He leaned in close to Eddie's face so that his long hair touched the other man's forehead. "I'm going to let you up, we're going to go meet the rest of your ka-tet and take turns asking questions on the way there, does it do ya fine?" He got up and brushed himself off, leaving Eddie on his back in the dust. "First question: How could you let me get the better of you like that? Have you forgotten the face of your father?" The boy was supressing a smile and Eddie could see it. "Technically that's two questionsm," the watcher responded. They both both burst into laughter.

so how did you all like my spin off of Stephen King's Dark tower series? this was originally going to be a third person post, but my imagination started runing. but yeah, i was just posting while waiting for part 1 of "The end of evangelion" to load on youtube. anyway, i might just run with this. if you get a chance, pick up "The Gunslinger" by stephen king, its a really good book. I'm on book six out of seven, so im pretty far along. im thinking of somehowe emailing stephen king and telling him that im writing a spin off of his work. but this post is getting really really long, so i'll post about the rest of my life later. bye!
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Thursday, February 15, 2007

not much to speak of...
im just posting to kill time, i dont really have anything important going on...so...um...yeah...

http://radioblogclub.com/open/74234/spirit_of_ukko/01-The%20Spirit%20Of%20Ukko

go here. i dont haved the html for hyperlinks on hand, so you can just copy and paste it into your browser bar. click on warrior soul when you get there. these guys are really cool. the band is called kiuas. i suppose you could call them powermetal, but they have unique vocals for the genre.
EVERYBODY GO THERE!!!!
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Monday, February 12, 2007

happy bday
yes, today happens to mark the 16th year since sanity was banished from this earth: my birthday! on saturday a couple friends and i went to kyoto, a japanese restraunt wheere they cook the food right in front of you. it was really cool. i also found out that "sukiyaki steak" is not steak. its more like broccili beef....tehn we were wandering around the area after dinner and decided to go to chucky cheese!! it was the closest thing to an arcade...my friend and i had a bet going over who could win the most tickets. she won...she has yet to say waht her prize is tho...oh well....today she's coming over after school for cake and icecream!!

my parents present to me was they completely re-did my room! it looks so cool now. we still need to get the finishing touchs (bonzai trees, lucky bamboo and some wall scrolls) one wall is a kind of burnt red, not quiet crimson, but close. and the rest is a light tan with a touch of green to it.

not much else to speak of, so heres the metallica lyrics!!

Do you see what I see?
Truth is an offense
Your silence for your confidence

Do you hear what I hear?
Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination, keep you where they must

Do you feel what I feel?
Bittering distress
Who decides what you express?

Do you take what I take?
Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you fear what I fear?
Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me

Do you choose what I choose?
More alternatives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative

Do you need what I need?
Boundaries overthrown
Look inside to each his own

Do you trust what I trust?
Me, myself, and I
Penetrate the smokescreen I see through the selfish lie

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you know what I know?
Your money and your wealth
Your silence just to hear yourself

Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence lengthen freedom's ring

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech
Is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer frees you

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

"eye of the beholder"
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

well, ive got ten minutes to kill, so why not
the real question is what to post about....fish? no...cORN NUTS!! nah...not quite....oh, for my birthday im going to a reseraunt caled kyoto steakhouse. its supposed to be really good. the coolest part is, its just gonna be me and a couple friends, my parents are just transportation and the after party at my house. question:

dare wa neko ga suki desu ka

who can answer? BUWAHSHAHAHAHA!!! if you cannot answer, you shall be cast into teh gorge of eternal peril.

dammit, i still have time to kill....METALLICA TIME!!

Halls of Justice Painted Green
Money Talking
Power Wolves Beset Your Door
Hear Them Stalking
Soon You'll Please Their Appetite
They Devour
Hammer of Justice Crushes You
Overpower

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Apathy Their Stepping Stone
So Unfeeling
Hidden Deep Animosity
So Deceiving
Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns
Hoping to Find
Inquisition Sinking You
With Prying Minds

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Lady Justice Has Been Raped
Truth Assassin
Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips
Now You're Done in
Their Money Tips Her Scales Again
Make Your Deal
Just What Is Truth? I Cannot Tell
Cannot Feel

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price We Pay
Nothing Can Save Us

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

-"...and justice for all"


newxt time: eye of the beholder
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Saturday, February 3, 2007

domo arigatou gozaimasu
i want to thank everyone for helping out with tyhe whole wolf thing. i hope most of you will repost it whjen you get a chance. every person helps. please spread it to everyone who you know. this more important than just saving an old building or a big tree like you see on TV. there are hundreds of lives at stake.

in other news...not much. i got my purple belt today,um...im stil working. im having my birthday at a japanese steak house called kyoto's. myactual bday is in 9 days, but my party is in 7. ^__^ im gathering up ideas to rebegin my story. im really thinking it will take off now that i havea better sense of waht i want to do with it. i'll probly start woring on that dueing the summer along with kitabugs O story. ^__^. oh, my stalker is gone, she found herself a boyfriend. ask me to translate japanese sentances and/or words and i'll try to translate (i love that class so much)

Boku wa nihongo ga totemo daisuki desu.
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Friday, February 2, 2007

REPOST!
im reposting this because it didnt get enough readers last time. They are doing this because hunters are saying the elk populations are going down and because hunting is a part of this states economy, they feel its a threat.


theres no donations to make, simply sign a petition, i already tried it, you wont get spam or anything from them either. please help out and plwease spread the word. you can do that be either reposting this or mentiopning it in your comments in other peoples sites. dont let hundreds of wolves be killed off- take action.


Save America's Wolves

Hello,

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service has released its proposal to strip wolves of crucial Endangered Species Act protections in Idaho and parts of Wyoming. Both states are now preparing massive wolf eradication plans, and hundreds of wolves could be killed.

I was so outraged by this proposal that I sent a message to Dirk Kempthorne, U.S. Secretary of the Interior, who oversees the Fish and Wildlife Service. I hope you’ll take some time to send a message, too.

It's easy. Just go to the website below to take action:

http://action.defenders.org/rockymountainoutrage

Both Idaho and Wyoming have begun actively planning efforts to kill hundreds of wolves. As many as two-thirds of the wolves in Wyoming could be killed. And as many as 60 of Idaho's 71 wolf packs could be eradicated!

The government once nearly allowed our Northern Rocky Mountain wolves to be shot, harassed and poisoned into extinction. We can’t let that happen again.

Please send Interior Secretary Kempthorne a message about the importance of protecting our wolves right now:

http://action.defenders.org/rockymountainoutrage

These wolves are in trouble. I hope you'll help...

Defenders Home | Privacy Policy | Contact Us | Donate Now

© Copyright 2007, Defenders of Wildlife

This message was sent to metalhead_otaku@yahoo.com.

Please do not respond to this message.
.

Defenders of Wildlife is a national, nonprofit membership organization dedicated to the protection of all native wild animals and plants in their natural communities.

Defenders of Wildlife can be contacted at:
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Washington, DC 20036
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Thursday, February 1, 2007

we have to do something.
theres no donations to make, simply sign a petition, i already tried it, you wont get spam or anything from them either. please help out and plwease spread the word. you can do that be either reposting this or mentiopning it in your comments in other peoples sites. dont let hundreds of wolves be killed off- take action.


Save America's Wolves

Hello,

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service has released its proposal to strip wolves of crucial Endangered Species Act protections in Idaho and parts of Wyoming. Both states are now preparing massive wolf eradication plans, and hundreds of wolves could be killed.

I was so outraged by this proposal that I sent a message to Dirk Kempthorne, U.S. Secretary of the Interior, who oversees the Fish and Wildlife Service. I hope you’ll take some time to send a message, too.

It's easy. Just go to the website below to take action:

http://action.defenders.org/rockymountainoutrage

Both Idaho and Wyoming have begun actively planning efforts to kill hundreds of wolves. As many as two-thirds of the wolves in Wyoming could be killed. And as many as 60 of Idaho's 71 wolf packs could be eradicated!

The government once nearly allowed our Northern Rocky Mountain wolves to be shot, harassed and poisoned into extinction. We can’t let that happen again.

Please send Interior Secretary Kempthorne a message about the importance of protecting our wolves right now:

http://action.defenders.org/rockymountainoutrage

These wolves are in trouble. I hope you'll help...

Defenders Home | Privacy Policy | Contact Us | Donate Now

© Copyright 2007, Defenders of Wildlife

This message was sent to metalhead_otaku@yahoo.com.

Please do not respond to this message.
.

Defenders of Wildlife is a national, nonprofit membership organization dedicated to the protection of all native wild animals and plants in their natural communities.

Defenders of Wildlife can be contacted at:
1130 17th Street, NW
Washington, DC 20036

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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

KICKED IN THE FACE!!! (and pixie sticks)
mondays suck....first: it was a monday and i almost slept right thru my alarm. then i put a pixe stick in a monster (not a bad thing) that got me freaking high!! and then it was a normal day. i drove all over the place after school. then i got my braces adjusted (that hurt like hell. i \have no idea what the hell they are doing in there) then in sparring at my TKD class, we played head hunter.(that should be self explanatory) and i got kicked in the face from behind. the guy hooked his foot around my shoulder and got me right in the nose and mouth. and since i got my braces adjusted, my mouth gaurd doesnt fit right, so i couldnt wear it. and then after that, i got a cut on my ankle when i kicked a board.

ok, enogu bitching: I LOVE PIXIE STICKS!!! im a ful on sugar addict now ^__^ *tweitch*
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