Tuesday, September 12, 2006

omg the world is crazy and i LOVE IT

i did it.. i told my mom about gabe you know what? she's totally fine with it she'll even let me MEET him this is incredible, she didn't even freak out a tiny bit!!! wow.. i'm like.. in...shock this is so incredibly great hahah *giddy* btw i changed my theme LIKE THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW!! *off to be happy*

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Friday, September 1, 2006

   some gay guy came on to me!

..well, i guess he WASN'T gay, obviously.. but i could've sworn he was XD guess i shouldn't be so judjemental but he really acted kind.. of gay... anyway at work i sat a table of about five guys and while i was talking to one of them just all of a sudden the one nearest to me goes and grabs my necklace and says "oh that's pretty" i was like "umm thanks *uncomfortable*" then he takes the menu out of my hands and goes "so.. what's your name?" with that smile i hate=_= then his friends were like "jeez don't be so creepy" XD then later i came to pick up an unused chair at their booth and take it back to its original table; i asked "nobody's using this chair right?" and that same guy goes "oh no, that's just where our imaginary friend is sitting" i was fed up with him at that point (-_-') so i said "well your imaginary friend will just have to sit at the bar *shoves the chair back where it belongs*" he goes "wowwww.." me: "...." --anyway. earlier today, some family friends from new york were visiting their relatives here, and i went over to see their daughter and some friends of hers. we ended up playing video games the whole time (even so, they tired me out-- i think they're hyperer than me and my friends, in a way XD) we played super smash bros. melee for a while i was pikachu, don't ask why, i hate the little bugger XD so i kind of sucked but i got better... one of the girls was link and either she or link has a strong dislike of either pikachu or me because she occasionally abandoned her constant battling with princess peach to come and beat on me..-_- anyway, another of them was jigglypuff or whatever that stupid little pink thing's name is, so she and i just hid under a cliff most of the time sheltering from the big people and reassuring ourselves that even if we were pathetic fighters, we were still cuter and fatter than them. XD i improved later and beat on link back. i actually killed him a few times-_- which is very good for me. and for pikachu, i imagine. i don't play many video games at all so i'm not exactly well-practiced, and my battle plan as a cute little fat thing was to run up, attack, then run like hell and hope they didn't chase me- which they often did. eventually i became emo-pikachu and jumped off of every cliff i could find... and the object of the game for the others was to stop me jumping, and my object was to get around them and jump anyway. it was pretty fun. then we all became jigglypuffs, and there were four little fat pink things just floating serenely around the screen for quite a while.. it was.. kind of disturbing.. for some reason when you play as that thing you lose your will to fight=_= you just puff around and occasionally die by accident. ..aaaanyway... i've not much else to report.. i'm aware that got kind of long... forgive meeehhhh -_-' i'll put up the pic and quizzes and back slowly away now... If you were on a battlefield right now, versus everything... Name Gender MaleFemaleAnimalUnsureRather Not Say Age Lover or a Fighter? Fight for good or evil? For GoodFor EvilFor Neither Battle Cry Weapon of Choice Pyrokenetic Abilities Appearance Dressed in Full Samurai Armour, sneaking in on foot without being seen Your Battle Cry... Could use some work Foes slain upon first strike: - 71% What you fight Genetic Experimentations You fight.... For Good This Quiz by Ferggs - Taken 120783 Times. New - Dating Advice written by YOU! well.. if my battle cry is in fact whatever comes into my head, then yes, i daresay it probably could use some work, seeing as it would be something incredibly stupid-_- A Pirate Encounter! (What do they think of you?!) Name Age Color RedOrangeYellowGreenBluePurpleBlackWhite Flavor VanillaChocolateStrawberryYAY Jack takes one look at you and Runs Away Will finds you to be quite yummy :P Elizabeth is jealous of you because jack picked you as his new drinking buddy Barbossa is convinced you are a wanker! How do you rank on the Pirate-Coolness Meter?! - 75% This quiz by greenleaf22 - Taken 966 Times. New! Get Free Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz ..ew..ewewewewew! WILL is the wanker! ..don't be sad, elizabeth; at least i found out why the rum's gone...

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

dude man

there's like.. ANOTHER old hippie guy working in the kitchen.. he must be new or something i was folding silverware and he comes up behind me and asks something me, i was singing "the banks of red roses" so i didn't hear what he said i turned around and said "sorry?" he goes "why are you sorry!" me: "umm.. i didn't hear what you said" him: "that's no reason to be sorry! you're a wonderful person with many good qualities, you should never be sorry for things like that." me: "*thinking: i don't even know this guy* umm... okay... i'm... not sorry?" him: "that's RIGHT, you're not! ...so where do we put the dirty aprons?" god that was wierd. XD yeah so not much else to sayz i'm tired ... i'm hungry.

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

story

i recently finished a book of short stories by garth nix and one of them (well most of them really though) i thought was really sweet.. it's very short though, so i thought i'd post it. if you feel like reading go ahead, if you don't, well.. you suck. THREE ROSES This is the story of a gardener who grew the most beautiful single rose the world had ever seen. It was a black rose, which was unlikely, and it bloomed the whole year round, which was impossible. Hearing of this rose, the King decided to see it for himself. With his entourage, he rode for seven days to the gardener's simple cottage. On the morning of the seventh day, he arrived and saw the rose. It was even more beautiful than the King had imagined, and he wanted it. "How did you come to grow such a beautiful rose?" the King asked the gardener, who was standing silently by. "I planted that rose on the day my wife died," replied the gardener, looking only at the flower. "It is a true, deep black, the very color of her hair. The rose grew from my love of her." The King turned to his servants and said, "Uproot this rosebush and take it to the palace. It is too beautiful for anyone but me." But when the rosebush was transplanted to the palace, it lasted only a year before it withered and died. The King, who had gazed upon it every day, angrily decided that it was the gardener's fault, and he set out at once to punish him. But when he arrived at the gardener's cottage, he was amazed to see a new rosebush growing there, with a single rose. But this rose was green, and even more beautiful than the black rose. "I planted this rose on the anniversary of my wife's death," said the gardener, his eyes only on the rose. "It is the color of her eyes, which I looked into every morning. The rose grew from my love of her." "Take it!" commanded the King, and he turned away to ride the seven days back to his palace. Such a beautiful flower was not fit for a common man. The green rose bloomed for two years, and the King looked upon it every day, for it brought him great contentment. Then, one morning, it was dead, the bush withered, the petals fallen to the ground. The King picked up the petals and spoke to no one for two days. Then he said, as if to convince himself, "The gardener will have another rose." So once again he rode off with his entourage. This time, they took a spade and the palace jardinier. Such was the King's impatience that they rode for half the nights as well as days, but there were wrong turns and flooded bridges, and it still took seven days before he once again rode up to the gardener's cottage. And there was a new rosebush, with a single rose. A red rose, so beautiful that the King's men were struck silent and the King himself could only stare and gesture to the palace jardinier to take it away. Even though the King didn't ask, the gardener spoke before the spade broke the earth around the bush. "I planted this rose three years after the death of my wife," he said. "It is the color of her lips, which I first kissed under a harvest moon on the hottest of summer nights. This rose grew from my love of her." The King seemed not to hear but kept staring at the rose. Finally, he tore his gaze away and turned his horse for home. The jardinier watched him go and stopped digging for a moment. "Your roses are the most beautiful I have ever seen," he said. "They could only grow from a great love. But why grow them only to have these memories taken from you?" The gardener smiled and said, "I need nothing to remind me of my wife. When I walk alone under the night sky, I see the blackness of her hair. When the light catches the green of a glass bottle, I see her eyes. When the sun is setting all red against the hills and the wind touches my cheek, I feel her kiss. "I grew the first rose because I was afraid I might forget. When it was gone, I knew that I had lost nothing. No one can take away the memory of my love." The jardinier frowned, and he began to cut again with his spade. Then he asked, "But why do you keep growing the roses?" "I grow them for the King," said the gardener. "He has no memories of his own, no love. And after all, they are only flowers." @-}----- END -----{-@

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Saturday, August 19, 2006

the matt vs. naia faceoff.... also known as bar-backer vs. hostess

ok so at the pub tonight i spent most of my time arguing with the bar-backer it was sort of interesting anyway-_- matt: *saunters up to the hostess podium like he does when he's got nothing else to do and points to a tea pitcher* dude when i get my first beer they're gonna have to give it to me in something that size me: oookay matt: or bigger me: we're gonna have to drag you out by your ankles. matt: NAAAHHH, you won't even be able to tell the difference! me: uhhhh-huh. matt: and think of how high my tolerance will be by the time i'm 21! me: how old are you anyway, matt. matt: me: how old? matt:... fifteen. me: god.-_- a little while later- me: matt, i need you to fold some silverware matt: you know what the answer to that is me: *dangerous look* matt: do it yourself. me: *growls* matt: *slaps me on the shoulder* i'll cover for you up front. me: *reluctantly goes to fold silverware* me: *finishes silverware and goes up front* sooo, how are you at HOSTESSING, matt? matt: i am EXCELLENT. i seated everyone IMMEDIATELY, unlike YOU. me: well luckily for YOU your BAR-BACKER wasn't LAZY and did the SILVERWARE for you so you didn't have to RUN BACK AND FORTH! matt: *strokes imaginary beard for a couple seconds* i see no connection between the two. but the fact is, I TRUMPED YOU! me: nooooo dear, the fact is, WE NEED MORE SILVERWARE, so get in that kitchen and FOLD LIKE THE WIND! *shoves matt toward kitchen* me: *seeks out matt a little while later* i need to ask you something. matt: ask away. me: if in fact anybody DID ever come through the door while you were up there, did you put them on the map and in the hostess book? matt:...nobody came in. me: i THOUGHT so. *smug look* NAIA SCORES! later matt leaves naia to do all the silverware herself and goes home. MATT CHEATS! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!

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Monday, August 14, 2006

i hate it=_=

i got all scary again today.. i hate it when i do that... it's just annoying... before you immediately judge, i am not a cutter. i do not have thoughts of suicide. i don't want to hurt myself. i am not a goth, nor do i complain "i hate my life!" because i have no reason to. well now that we have that cleared up. i was sort of lying on my bed in one of those apathetic moods, having just finished a picture in my sketchbook and listening to music. then one of those odd things happened... i start thinking with some surprise how close death is in one's own house. for example: isopropyl alcohol. seems harmless enough but if you ingest it you'll die a very slow and painful death. it's too damned easy to kill yourself without thinking it through. i was thinking: those people who do commit suicide, do they panic at the last minute and wonder why they went through with it? once it's too late and whatever they've done is already killing them? like poison. while it shuts down their system do they wonder what would've happened if they'd only given life another try? what is it that makes people so careless that they would kill someone else or themselves.. i can understand in a very few cases why someone would want to kill themselves... but... for instance many people on the otaku. they don't seem to me to have enough of a reason. but they're always saying how they wish they were dead. death is FINAL, people. it's not something you reach for to get sympathy or attention. once you're in it you're in it and you can't get out again. (this is getting preachy.. pretend i'm talking to someone else, not you... because i'm not preaching to you) it's insulting to the people close to you to say you hate your life. it's scaring them to say you want to die. i'm not sure why all this is going in my head and out my mouth. it's just that i see so many people who proclaim "i have the worst life ever and i want to end it" i understand that looking tragic is supposed to be attractive and mysterious. i understand that. i understand that it feels "cool" to be "dark". i've been through that too. anyway.. i'm going to shut up now... because i've the feeling that i may have just offended everybody alive... blame three days grace and slight depression. gotta go now, i'm shutting up.

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Saturday, August 12, 2006

   star wars is cheezy

yeah... i still like it though.. (dunno why XD) why does anyone like star wars anyway? i bet nobody really knows. i mean c'mon anakin: mother! i've found you! mother: *croaks* anakin: NOOOOOOO!!! *goes on a killing spree* anyway. it was kind of a slow night at the pub, like yesterday... kind of wierd for a friday... then my mom's friend made me come to her house after my work was over to talk her sixteen-year-old grandson out of being a camp counselor next summer. though i think i did a bad job-- think i talked him INTO it. lol. ookay well anyway... i'm so tired... and i cannot think of credible words to bestow unto thine eyes... i wrote some earlier today.. i had to write romance, i hope it wasn't too cheezy.. my dad said it was pretty good... i guess i'll trust the published author of thirty books-_-' anyway guess i'll go now.. before i get to rambling

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Wednesday, August 9, 2006

dude

i'm like back i think you missed me I THINK YOU DID! *points* ..anyway stupidity aside (like that ever happens XP) i am back, from knox's house, where i was staying, to escape a three-day sail, with my parents, who actually enjoyed themselves, but i know i wouldn't have, but i had fun at knox's, and we were wierd, and we talked like this without periods sometimes. b ^_^ d i'm high lol no not really.. unless Lady Butterflies from japanese steakhouses can make you high THEY TOLD ME IT WAS NON-ALCOHOLIC!! T_T okay anyway i'm like gonna watch an anime with knox soo yeah i'm out hahaha bye oh yeah and comment on knox's site or we'll shoot you but not really

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Monday, July 31, 2006

   yeah

well i have a kitten in my room that nobody's taking we cannot absolutely cannot keep her and she is basically trashing the place^_^' but she's sooooo cute aanyway.. i like... finally got this microphone to work so i've been playing with it for like.. a while-_-' well it's only 11 in the morning so i haven't done anything of interest yet, knox is coming over sometime soon.. anyway here's some random lyrics from a song i like, by matchbook romance "Singing Bridges (We All Fall)" You're so unpredictable and I'm so typical I tried to sell you a heart before you saw the world I will sing a melody until the fluid starts choking me And when my eyes are paralyzed I'll stare up at you my star That I could never reach I'll wait for you if you want me to I promise you I won't change a thing I won't be any more or any less Your secrets safe I'll take it to my... You're so unpredictable and I'm so typical I keep tearing away at the skin To see what's underneath I will sing a melody until the fluid starts choking me And when my eyes are paralyzed I'll stare up at you my star. That I could never reach I'll wait for you if you want me to I promise you I won't change a thing I won't be anymore or any less Your secret's safe I'll take it to my...grave. Ohhhhh I'll wait for you if you want me to I promise you I won't change a thing I won't be any more or any less Your secret's safe I'll take it to my...grave.

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Saturday, July 29, 2006

   wowie.

i pulled another all-day work thing today. and i'm not even really tired. it was the last day of camp, and tohru168 cried when the campers were leaving- i felt like crying but it was so hot i don't think i had any water in my body to cry-_-' we ran around and made them all hug us.. some of them we might not ever see again.. a lot of them are probably coming back next year though.. and we promised them we'd be counselors next year and... i got samuel to hug me back!!!!!! he's like.. the cutest little boy i have ever seen.. i hug him whenever his guard is down, and usually he just goes limp and sighs resignedly or maybe tries to run for it, but today when i hugged him he actually hugged me back! then he kept hugging me and didn't run away! i was so thrilled!! XD i was like "omg sam hugged me back! i love you sam!!" apparently i don't have girl cooties anymore. yay. and my mother came halfway through camp to bring me my lunch which i had forgotten, and told me she'd found two little black kittens in the middle of the road on the way there.. so tohru and i went out to see them and they were the CUTEST THING EVER!! soooo tiny! and tohru's mom is probably going to let her keep both of them since her cat riley just died.. the kittens are in the basement right now, just where my newest kitty stayed when he was wild and untamed with his buddy clementine (but these ones are reeeealllly friendly, they purr so loud and squeak and they climb all over you it's so adorable) after camp tohru and i dragged our wretched, tired, disheveled, and kid-forsaken selves to the counselors/teachers after-party. we found more kittens at the woman's house. after i stayed a half hour i had to leave to go to my friday/saturday night job at the pub. i think they're getting rid of the other hostess because they don't think they need us both anymore *and they like me better muwahahah* anyway it was reeeeally busy tonight, so busy i could barely keep up, and there was like a half dozen ppl at a time on the wait list who wanted a table for six.. and it was crazy. then all of a sudden business died and there was nothing to do. so i like.. ended up chatting with random people about random things, like the bar-backer about getting burned (since he'd just burned himself trying to light a candle and i have a lovely scar from blazing bits of matches on my arm) and during that job one of my campers came into the pub! i came up to the group and went "you guys need a table for..? thre-" then i stopped. pointed. and said "you... nick!" and he had this "oh no" look. and i was like "nick.. i want a hug, and i don't want to make a scene." he went "no!!" and hid behind his dad. ah well. i didn't get a hug. i broke a nail trying to get a hug from him yesterday. *sniff* i got him later though. from behind. when he wasn't aware i was there. and now i am back here.. it is 12:40 AM. and i'm so not tired. i'm wearing boxers because they're awesome.. and like.. a kitty shirt. how fitting. i actually did wear boxers during the day today.. it wasn't such a great idea.. it was so hot they kind of stuck to me but whatever and now i have just realized how long and rambling that post was, so i shall end it here. goodbehz and goodnight..err... morning. but you can't go before you see a few pics. tohru took these pics since i forgot my camera today. jennifer, the sweetest little angel on earth, doing a cartwheel. pierre the ESO kitty, sleeping among the pottery projects. this is actually from wednesday, it was the day we made tie dye shirts- which we wore today.

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