Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Boys will be boys hiding in estrogine and wearing aubergine dreams...
I am currently listening to Now thats what I call music 23. Hee,hee.Ah,slutty music and super-ficial pop culture,where would we be without you?(sarcasum) By the way,who's more of a pretty-boy-Nick Lachey or Justin Timberlake? (SexyBack is so bad,its hilarious.) Anyway,school is going to pretty much merdur me tomarrow,so if I don't post tomarrow,please inform the church people that I would like Roses at my funeral.Thank you.
Oh,and my parents want me to see a counseler.Lovely.I'm in therupy now.(Well,not quite yet,but I meet the counseler on Wednesday to decide weather or not I want to make the sessions perminant.) Can't really deny I don't need therupy though.I'm becoming more and more convinced that I'm merely the prelude to a CERTAIN clinically depressed MyO ranter.But,no,I'm not nearly talented enough to be the prelude to this person.

*DEEP BREATH* Oy.I get tired just thinking about tomarrow....By the way,has anyone seen Hattie?
You know,the MadHatter? Because he's been missing from my house as of late.
Moody:*storms into room*Whats THIS I found hovering over your house?!*holds out Void of Pop-Culture*
Me:Oh,its a void! The CD must've attracted it.
Moody:Lemme see that!*grabs CD Case*"Now thats what I call Music 23"?!!*GASP!!* You...*drops CD case out of shock* You sold out!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!! THERES NOT A SINGLE SONG ON HERE THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!! ITS DRAINING YOUR INCOHERENTNESS!!!!
Me:Thats "incoherency",Moody.
Moody: If boys will be boys,then Fallout Boys will not be shoulders to cry on.
Me:....Huh?
Moody:YOU SEE?! You've lost your sense of incoherent poetry already! Quick! listen to this baffling poem I wrote the other day! "Oh,Zuchini,zuchini..."
Me:Uhhhh,Thats okay,Moody.You really don't have to-
Moody:"Zuchini,you're just cheesy.Theatrical fakes and chronic head-aches..."
Me:STOP,STOP,STOP,STOP!!!! *holds ears* Well,I've gotta go escape from a potential case of chronic head-aches.Fare thee well.~Shadowme(Yuki)~
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Monday, January 15, 2007

Bad Timing is Such a Bitch....''''''''''-___-

Oy..Oy,oy,oy,oy,oy..And futhermore-HOOBLECH!!!
....Ahem.Why does everyone think Pete WEntz is hott? He's not hott! He's creepy! Well,he's cute when he doesn't know he's being photographed,but...I don't know,I'm just immune to his charisma,I guess.*shrug*And,yet,theres a picture of him on my site....Why is there a picture of him on my site? DAMN IT,WHAT IS THAT PETE WENTZ PIC DOING THERE?!?!?!

Oh dear...NO!!! I CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!!! I MUST HAVE RYRO!!! NOT PETE,RYRO!!! RYRO,I SAY!!!
T---T

Ahhhh,thats better....But I digress...You guys are the meanest bunch of liars! I seem to recall somone,well,alot of somones,actually; saying that they hate when I get depressed.ADMIT IT-You guys LOVE it when I'm depressed,because then I always make the most amusing posts.ADMIT IT,DAMN YOU!!...Well,I'm sorry if this offends anyone...But,judging by my luck with TheO,I'm probably not going to get any visiters anyway.*shrug* And,this sugggestion may seem paranoid and mad,but...
So,if you've been hoping to God I'm going to be depressed today,then,well I suggest you choke on those hopes.DIE. As for everyone else,thank you for loving me even in my most trite(sp?) and dull moments.*hugs* ~Shadowme(Yu'kan'Uke)~
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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Sword Hearts,chap.22: Gray Reality....
."Well,"said Chaiwing,"you might want to meet up with her early.Now would be perfect."There was a note of urgency in her voice as she said this.
"WHAT?!!?" Rai shouted,forgetting his distrust." Wh-why?! Whats happening to Ms.Kyoto?! Is she..." Then Rai saw that talking would probably just make matters worse,and bolted for the direction Kyoto had taken when they had split up."Wait!" Chaiwing called after him."Thats the wrong way!" She sighed,seeing that he was alreadly too far away to hear her."Teenagers...So impatient...." Then she turned her attention back to Ty."(Well,it'll be hours before he finds her.)" Chaiwing sighed disconsolently,for one minute becoming the perfact portrait of a concerned parent."(Come,Gendou-san.I've sent warriors from the temple to help out with the Fateless situation,so your services aren't required here,currently.Besides,Kyoto needs your help far more then this city does.)" And,as she started to walk in the direction Kyoto was supposed to be; her gaze fell on a deminishing patch of sun-light.

"That is," Chaiwing mermured,her stomach sick with worry and fore-boding; "if she's not already...." Her voice trailed off,as she shuddered that horrible thought away, tore her desolate gaze from the shrinking patch of sun-light, resisted the urge to cry,and moved on.

But as she had considered that one horrible possiblity of death,not even Chaiwing could've known how accurate that thought was; for,in the abandoned rubble of what was the center of town a mere 5 hours earlier,there Kyoto lay.Her hair messed and wet with sweat,her clothes (and skin) torn almost to a point of obscenety,and her throat postively burning with dehidration and exaustion.

Her right hand was held up and tightly clenched in a fist,the 4 three-foot-long silver blades jetting from her knuckles,and the edges piercing the surface of the white,masculine neck belonging to the pale,omnious,ageless demon on top of her.Under different circumstances this wild,black-haired,fair,ivory-fanged "prince of darkness",Dashimay Malluste, would've looked as angelic as his serene,innoecnt electric-blue eyes suggested he was.But as he struggled against the weight of Kyotos blades,the death-threat of which was the only thing that kept his claw-like hand from closing around Kyotos neck even tighter; he looked every bit the sadistic,malicious demon he was.

Dashimay was covered in sweat as well,his hair was also messed,but unlike Kyoto the majority of the blood on him was that of his victums.True,the sleeves of his shirt were torn,and his skin has been slashed and busted-up in various places,but for the most part,he had gotten the better of the fight.

At the moment,however,it looked as though neither one was getting the better of the fight.In fact, it looked as though there wouldn't even be a winner/surviver anytime soon,unless either somones head (Dashimays) got slashed off,or somone(Kyoto) got choked to death,within the next 10 minutes.

Now, you'd think in a situation like this,there would be alot more tension,but appairently not,because suddenly,out of nowhere,Dashimai chuckled.His smile was one of those ill-natured,cruel expressions that made people think-"Wow.If looks could kill..." And his voice was one of those "deep,but not too deep",sexy voices that almost always seemed to have a note of arogance and superiority hidden in it."Why do you try so hard...?" Dashimay asked,softly; peering into Kyotos eyes,trying to find a hint of apprehension or weakiness in those dull,light brown orbs."Why do you try so hard,only to walk away with nothing but the hallow existance of a wanderer and a mercinary?" His sneer relaxed abit into something that,in a way, almost resambled a real smile; a kind smile.He was pleased with what he saw- the light in Kyotos eyes,along with the remnents of any any out-ward signs of her resolve, were starting to fade. All she needed now was a gentle push over the edge,and she would be finished.


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Friday, January 12, 2007

The Catalyst
Well...I'm so depressed,I could throw up.So,in honer of lifes suckiness-heres a pathetic attempt at writing a story in first-person persona.Choke on it.

Well,I'm here.Here as in, Illonois.Illonois as in, Chicago. Chicago as in,Jason Wenterz's house.
And Jason Wenterz as in,none other then the bassest/lyricist/front-man of the infamously incoherent Alternative Rock-Band,Mobile Fallout Shelter.
More affectionately known as,The Human Sheilds.
Less affectionately known as, "those EMO faggots with the bassest I'd like to hang for crimes against fashon."
Unfortunately,they're more widely-known by the latter "nick-name." Why are they so hated,you ask?

Well,its just as I said erlier: they're incoherent. And I'm not just saying that because you can almost never decipher a word Mikey Ralphson,the vocalest,is singing.I'm saying that because even if Mikey did sing distinctly,seldom would the lyrics ever make sense.Why?
Because Jason Wenterz does not write poetry.
He writes long,contradictory,pre-musical rants that just so happen to rhyme every now and then.
For example,Jason once wrote a love-song to his mother. It was called The Only Good Thing About Divorce Is You Get To Sleep With Your Mom.
And it went like this:"Brace yourself,mother/ I'm picking up where/ dad left off.And,oh/ your skin and lips are just that soft/..." Yeah,ew.
My sentiments exactly.

But, I'm sure somewhare beneath the "anthem of a mother-(BEEP)er" exterrior of this musical rant,lurks the gushy,Techno-style love-song of the century. Its even got the ever-so-catchy, blithe melody,filled with ingenious hooks, to prove it. (Yeah,Mikey,the composer/vocalist,is a musical genious.) So,yes,despite the insanity and mother-complex-esque semi-satireness of Mobile Fallout Shelters' lyrics,I actually like these guys.

So,as you can imagine, me getting invited to the home of their bassest/lyricist has made me completely ecstatic,right? WRONG! I mean,come on, Jason Wenterz is a notorious satirous,serruptitious,insensitive party-boy punk! He wouldn't just randomly message me,a total super-nerd plain-Jane,to compliment me on my poetry,then invite me to come over to his house to show him more.So, yeah,of course I suspect something. I mean,come on,this whole thing is screaming ulterior motive.And yet-I'm here.

And yet,as Jason happily rambles away about some story having to do with Mobile Fallout Shelter and their recent tour of Europe,theres a part of me that can't help thinking "Wow,insensitive ass-holes are so much more charming in person!" Yeah,in case you can't tell,I'm really not that fond of Jason. But with his reputation,who could blame me? Not to mention,his lyrics make my skin crawl! Then there's the matter of the soft-core gay-porn scandel he had a while back, which I'm not even going to attempt to explain.

Suddenly, Jason stops talking,and looks over his shoulder at the clock."Oh...Its lunch-time."He says,nonchalantly."And just in time,too. I don't know about you,Yuki,but I'm starving." And he rises from his seat to go over to the fridge,which he peaks into only to glance at me seconds later,with a "What about you,Yuki? You want anything?"
"Uhhhm...No thanks." I decline,in a mono-tone. I'm too sick with paranoia to eat anything.And,by the way, my names not really "Yuki",its Belinda something or other.In the private Message,which is similar to an E-mail,Jason sent me the first question he asked me was what my name was. (I only told him my first name,Belinda.) The second question he asked me was,do I like my real name. And,I don't.At all. So I told him I'd much rather be called something like "Yuki." And,there you have it.

Oy.I can't stand it anymore. I wish he would just cut to the chase so I could stop worrying.
"Uhhm...Mr.Wenterz?" I say.
"Stop that! Your making me feel old!" He says,frowning,retaking his place at the table,holding a turkey sandwich."I'm only 29,damn it! Call me 'Jason.'"
"Okay...." I mermur,managing to sound pathetically dazed and confused. "Why'd you ask me to come out here?" For afew seconds he just stares at me seriously,chewing his sandwich,and blinking.Then,he takes a gulp,and says,"Okay.Would you like to hear the truth or something thats not going to absulutely KILL me to say?"
"The truth,please." I say,without skipping a beat.
"Well...This may be hard for you to believe,but...-" and I can tell by the look on his face that this is the part he's DREADING having to say;-" my lyrics aren't very populer amongst the fans..."
"Uh-huh..." I say,trying to resist the urge to laugh. I mean,'this may by hard for to believe'?! I'M one the of the head Mobile Fallout Shelter lyrics haters!
"And,when I read your poems on Myotaku-" Myotaku.com is a Myspace rip-off designed specifically for anime fans.And since most celebrities have myspace pages,I sappose they thought they might as well have Myotaku accounts,as well.-"Well...the poems just struck me as more...Uhhh..." Jason stairs at the table and struggles to find a word to describe it.
"Better?" I suggest,hopefully.
"Universal" he says,he says,frowning at me.
"Look,heres the point," he begins,FINALLY giving me the explaination I've so been longing for."We're going to be recording a new album soon.Meaning,we need to write new songs.And,since I seem to be having writers block,we've got nothing....So-" No,actually THIS is the part that he's been dreading.

"You want me to join the band?" I finish for him.
"No.THEY-as in,Mikey,Brent,and Andy-" Brent is Mobile Fallout Shelters drummer,and Andy is the guitarest.-"want you to be the co-lyricist."
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Well,thats it for chapter 1.I don't intend for it be a series,but...We'll see.*shrugs* Bye,and thanks for the comments.^^~Shadowme~
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

   just shut up,look at the damn pictures, and pretend everything is right with the world.
I've got 1 thing to say-F.T.S. Fuck.This.Shit.
Fuck excuses.
Fuck losing.
And fuck the "learning experiance" losing is sapposed to belong to!


This guy,however,is oozing EMO sex appeal.^^


Yeah,nothing like a Punk/Pop/EMO Super-nerd singer giving you the finger to make you feel better.*rolls eyes* Lets search for a more flattering picture,shall we?

^ ITS ANIME PATRICK!! YEAH!


Hee,hee! "Lets play carpenter!" Very funny.
Well...Good night.Lots of love from me...

And Patrick.^^ ~Shadowme(Yuki)~



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Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Shot-gun Wedding...
Okay...Heres what happened last Friday.(I think I was talking about Friday,last Saturday,at least.*shrug*) Basically,I auditioned to get into the high-school of my dreams,Carver..and I don't find out weather or not I failed to get in until Febuary.(Or,I think its Febuary...)
Yeah,thats the nerve-wracking part.
The inconsistent part is...Well,no,the inconsistent part is too hard to explain,but basically,I was suffering from a bad case of apithany(sp?) on the way back from the audition.
Yeah,thats when I started to wonder-is it REALLY my dream to go to a magnet high-school, or is it my parents dream? Because they give out GINORMOUS,TORTUROUSLY LARGE amounts of home-work there.As in,more then your usual high-school.

And would I EVER agree to doing that amount of work for anyone else? No,I wouldn't. Because that would mean, I would have to give up my easy-going,comfortablely lazy life-style.Dude,I didn't even give that life-style up for my boy-friend! I'm a notorious sloth. Thats when I realized- THERE IS A BRIGHT SIDE TO NOT GETTING INTO THE HIGH-SCHOOL OF MY DREAMS.And its a GINORMOUS bright side.If I don't get in,I get to continue with the mundane,yet ever-so-comfy life I have now.(Of course,with that attitude,my future is going to completely suck...)
Whereas,if I DO get in,I'll be driven mad everyday by the mounds upon mounds of samples of Hell called home-work; whilest my writing skills increase, until I am of the same caliber of talent as my idol,Eloise Jarvis Mccgraw.(Of course,the mounds of Hell/homework will probably drive me SO mad,I'll have to go institutional for awhile..) So,yeah,in that respect,everything works out evenly! Theres a down side AND a bright side to both possibleties.In other words-I don't have to give a rats ass. And it feels wonderful to not have to give a rats ass.^^ Well,thats it.I'll see y'all later.Bai,bai!

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Sunday, January 7, 2007

Its A Wonderful day to be dead...
I have one word to describe yesterday-BLECH!!!
.....Yeah,it was that bad.Twas confusing,twas inconsistent,twas nerve-wracking,and it contained all that emotional bullshit you always see in TV Dramas,to boot! Oh,but,wait! Sorry,I forgot-you don't care! So,here,let me just post this video and pretend at least half the people on my "friends" list on here actually bothers to read this crap.(I just know I'm gonna get hate-mail for this...)

*deep breath* Okay,I feel better.No one's going to comment on this.With a few more videos,I might just be able to accept that...




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Thursday, January 4, 2007

   Please leave all over-coats,canes,and top-hats with the door-man.

Blah,blah,blah,blah,lament,lament,lament,lament,bitch,bitch,bitch...Yeah,today is rather icky.*cracks up* You know,my Grand-ma is such an impertinant bad-ass.She said to my brother-"Robert,if you want milk,your gonna have to bring it down-stairs yourself." And since Robert didn't want milk,he didn't get it.But Grandmom,however,DID want the milk,so 1 minute later,its-"Robert,I thought I told you to get the milk!" *rolls eyes*
robert: stop trying to choke me i just wanna put the big smiley face as your mood or no wait how about the demon thingy or the eye poping one like yuor a guy and looking at porn or maybe-*gets thrown across room by me*
Me:Yup,yup.Its just 1 of those days...I swear,if its not the MadHatter,its the retarded brother.'''-__- Anyway,I discovered something positively shocking last night...It turns out,that...There was actually a time WHEN PETE WENTZ MADE SENSE!!!! I mean,when his lyrics made sense...No,really,I can prove it to you.Here,just read this excerpt from Dead On Arrival

i hope this is the last time
'cause i'd never say no to you
this conversation's been dead on arrival
and there's no way to talk to you
this conversation's been dead on

a rivalry goes so deep between me
and this loss of sleep over you

this is side one
flip me over
i know i'm not your favorite record
the songs you grow to like never stick at first
so i'm writing you a chorus
and here is your verse

no, it's not the last time
'cause i'd never say no to you
this conversation's still dead on arrival
and there's no way to talk to you
when you're dead on

a rivalry goes so deep between me
and this loss of sleep over you
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SEE?!? I mean,that almost makes sense! Its obviously a song written to Patrick Stump,because Pete is the lyricist and Patrick is the composer! So that kinda explains the whole "I'm writing you a chorus,and here is your verse" part.I guess Patrick and Pete are pretty much the song-writing team of Fallout Boy,so I guess they have certain disagreements about some of the songs,from time-to-time.Or,at least,thats my interpretation.*shrug*...Ahem...This post is getting rather long.Errr,well,I guess I'll go research the whole Coherent Poetry Era of Pete Wentz.Wish me luck,people.I REALLY don't wanna hate Pete Wentz anymore.(What can I say? EMO,brooding,artestic enigmas intrigue me.)~Shadowme(Yuki)~
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Sunday, December 31, 2006

Dude,I think I had a sex-dream about Ryan Ross last night,because I woke feeling soooo horny.*drools* Oh,I SO wish I could remember that dream....
Guess what-I'm wearing my little brothers shirt and tye!And the scary part is,I actually look good in them.XD All I need now is a black vest,a black bowler cap,lots of black eye-liner,and I'd look 10 times better then I do in my normal clothes.oh,and 1 of those GreenDay American Idiot tyes,to replace the boring 1 I'm wearing now,wouldn;t hurt either.^^
Anyway,I owe a GINORMOUS amount of the swell mood I'm in right now to Alphonse13! *hugs* Thanks for the advice,love! *poke,poke,wink,wink* Say no more,say no more! (THats from Monty Pythan.) I always wanted to do that! X3 Anyway,I'm not going to be changing my theme until we take down our Christmas tree,so its probably going to be up for a while.Why?
Because I'm lazy! So NYEH! XP
MadHatter:OMIGAWD!!!! SOMONE KILL ME!!!
KILL ME TO DEAAAAAAATH!!! (CRASH!!!) *crashes into wall,and slides down unconciously unto floor*
Me:*blink,blink* Okay then...WEll,the MadHatter is unconcious,I'm feeling,and looking,superduper...THIS CALLS FOR INCOHERENT POETRY!!!
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Love,don't use it so much.You'll spoil this new found drug.
And,now,now,no need to scowl at the fundamentals.
They're just there to keep your reflexs sharp.
(And perhaps to give you something to slam your fists against when you run out of razers to slit your wrists with.)
Oh,keep your blame.Take this sword,this fate,not a single break,and I dare you not to get hurt.
If I made these mistakes just to see how many excuses I could fabricate,then they wouldn't be mistakes.
So shall I save you from the potential grueling conversations,or are you already in the mood for the nap,which was to be the aftermath of said grueling conversation?
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Well,wasn't that a lovely potential regret?
Ahem.Now,I'm off to search for more potential RyRo sex-dreams.BAAAAAAI,AND HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!^^~Shadowme(When not even Angels can save you from your demons...)~
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Saturday, December 30, 2006

Kill.me.now.
Wow,you guys are GREAT friends!(sarcasum) I mean,come on,1 measly comment?! I know I suck at writing,but I deserve more then that,don't I?
Ah! Who cares?! I'm in no mood to discuss this right now.I'm confused,I'm scared,I'm lonely,I'm suicidal...I NEED RYAN!!! ;_;










*points to picture above* WHY CAN'T THAT BE MEEEEEEE?!?!!!!? T_T
Well,my computer is doing something weird now,so I gotta go.BYE!


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