Sunday, January 27, 2008

Tomorrow is Monday.... Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

And yet I don't have school on Monday. Hm...
Well, who cares? It's still:

Mediocrity.
Over.
Nothing.
day.
Anyway, I'm hungry. See y'allz later... preferably when I'm medicated and not all hung-over from a suger-high.... like now.
~Shadowmeh~
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Friday, January 25, 2008

Hmm... Let's see how many times I can write/type Dead One's/That Bitch's name without throwing up from extreme depression.
Ready?
Here we go.
DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DANNY BENNETT, DaNnY bEnNeTt, dAnNy BeNnEtT.
*sigh* Okay.... Now I feel good and pathetic. Shyeah, good ol' masochism. Ergh. I need horoscopes. BRB, y'all.
[10 minutes later...]
Oy... My online myspace thing for tomorrow was this:
Taurus (Apr 20 - May 20)

Practicality has its place as long as it doesn't interfere with efficiency. Your tendency now may be to think about everything too much before taking any action and by the time you finally decide, you may have already run out of options. Instead of worrying about whether you should work or play today, just do what comes naturally without extra analysis.

Argh... What bullshit! '-__- Hpw the hell is that supposed to help me?! Anyway, while I'm here, I might as well get the rest of the horoscopes for all you other signs out there. Here ya go, guys:

Aries (Mar 21 - Apr 19)

Although you might spend much of the day doing chores, the real action picks up toward evening as you become more socially inclined. Whether you go out on the town or stay home with friends and family, try to include others in your plans. Don't procrastinate; if you complete what you start, then you'll have more choices later on.

Gemini (May 21 - Jun 20)

This may be an atypical Saturday when you just want to stay at home and take it easy. But it probably won't be like that, for your restlessness will likely get the best of you. Be careful; you might be so eager to have fun that you agree to something that really isn't in your best interest. Pay attention to what you must sacrifice in order to fulfill your desires. If it isn't worth it, don't say yes.

Cancer (Jun 21 - Jul 22)

If your discomfort increases throughout the day, there are simple steps you can take to bring your life back into harmony. Your needs can be very different than those close to you now and the sooner they are recognized, the better it will be for all involved. Talking about your passions will help, as long as you don't expect a good discussion to resolve everything all at once.

Leo (Jul 23 - Aug 22)

Common sense can usually help you make the best decisions, but today it may be smarter to take a risk on a less than practical idea. You might start out thinking that your feet are on the ground only to discover that your head is in the clouds by the time evening rolls around. Even if others try to bring you down, follow your intuition and do what sounds like the most fun.

Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22)

Today you could have a love-hate relationship with the very same things that usually keep you busy. You may be bored with your normal weekend routine and could try to shake up the regularity of your life by doing things differently. As much as this can be liberating, don't be afraid to come back to the tried and true methods if the new ones are not as effective.

Libra (Sep 23 - Oct 22)

Finish up as many things as you can before the Moon enters your sign this afternoon. But don't try to make a big deal out of what you do. It's not for anyone else that you need to tie up loose ends; it's to prepare yourself for what's coming up this evening. If you still have unfinished business, then you might be too encumbered to join in on the weekend fun.

Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 21)

You may be feeling pressure to address unresolved issues on the home front, but don't get yourself so worked up that your happiness depends upon resolution of your feelings. The problem is that you could be entering an intermediate zone where you can't go back and you cannot yet move forward. Give yourself several days to achieve whatever results you now seek.

Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)

Big ideas for the weekend may have to wait until this evening or even tomorrow, for previous promises must be fulfilled before you go off to enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, you could frivolously waste time this morning, especially if you are slow to get started with your household chores. Don't be afraid to push yourself a little harder so you can justify a bit of guilt-free diversion later.

Capricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19)

Even in the social realm, you'll want to be appreciated for the job you do well. Whether it's organizing an outing, hosting a party or just being there for others, you may need to set aside your personal needs to gain the recognition you crave. Instead of seeking justification from your friends and family, try increasing your self-esteem by doing something that you value.

Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)

Taking the extra step toward a pleasurable goal might seem like a great idea now, but you could be disappointed if your needs aren't met. There is enough working in your favor that it's easy to believe you'll get what you want. Unfortunately, your progress may slow down as satisfaction gets closer and closer. Don't try too hard or you could end up frustrated with what you don't have rather than content with what's already yours.

Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)

A paradoxical twist is added to the mix today as your feelings deepen while you simultaneously become more emotionally detached. Anxiety may surface, for you might not be able to lose yourself into your dreams as easily as usual. Instead of worrying about it, take this as a special gift, for you can now sink into the dilemma without necessarily being overwhelmed by it.

And with that, I leave you. Good bye. *hugs and kisses* I love you guys.^^


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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Heeeeeeeeeeey, guys. IT'S QUIZ TIME!!!
Subject: Which The Catalyst Guy Would You Most Likely End up With?
Creator: me
Date: today
Why: Because I'm bored.
ALRIGHT, NOW LET'S START!!

1. Let's say you got on the bus right before it left, and the only seat left vacant was the practically nonexistent one at the front, next to the one occupied by [insert quiz result here]. During the ride to your destination, the driver makes a really sharp turn, so you and [insert quiz result here] fall out of your seat and he accidentally ends up on top of you. What is your reaction?
A.*nosebleed* OHHHHHHH, HELLLLLLLLLLLLL, YESSSSSSSSSSS.... ^///^
B.Ummm... Try to get up before anyone sees and die of embarrassment.
C.I'd probably be too busy being amused at his completely random furious rant about how the government is just a bunch of selfish, rich fascists, who are too damn greedy to buy buses with bigger seats, to do anything else.
D.Well, I would be angry if I wasn't busy being legally blinded by the glare from his eye-brow ring. (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THE LIGHT!!!! IT BURRRRRNSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!)
E. Glare agitatedly at him until he either dies from my telepathic hate-waves or gets the hell off of me.
F. Hey, sexy. ^.~ Come here often?

2.What is your opinion of piercings?
A. Eh.... Whatever.
B. Yeah, I always wanted to get one, but I hate needles.
C.Well, facial ones are okay, but nipple piercings are ICKEHHHHHHHHHHH!!! :P (Same goes for genital piercings.... Ew.)
D. Well, 1/2/3/4 is okay, but I hate when people over-do it and end up with, like, 1034924829407820378.
E. Eye-brow piercings are sexy. Can't stand lip and nose piercings though. They make you look like a hooked fish with a silver booger on your nose.
F. *shrugs* Personally, I prefer tattoos.

3. What about tattoos?
A. Depends on what the tattoo is of.
B. Don't know, don't care.
C. HELL YES!!
D. *scoffs* Well, what else is there?
E. Eh. I guess 1-10 is okay, but when people have so many that you can't tell what color their skin originally was, it's just ridiculous.
F. Whoever said C, I totally agree with them.

4.Have you actually ever read The Catalyst?
A. Various chapters of it. It was alright, but personally I prefer Steven King's stuff. (Although I must say, the part where the girls school got attacked by those Reaper guys was freakin awesome.)
B.The WHAT?! Dude, I haven't even heard of it! I don't read on-line story stuff. Sorry.
C. No, and I probably won't. To be honest, fan fict's pretty much suck. Especially Fallout Boy ones.
D.I read the first chapter. Jason Wenterz sounds awesome! XD
E.Yup. It was all eerily similar to MY life. (I mean, minus the getting kid-napped by rockstars part...)
F. I tried to, but I got tired of waiting around for them to introduce Dashi. I read his description for the last personality quiz, and I was like: "BRING ON THE SEXY CYNIC DUDE!!!"

5. What do you think of the whole emo scene?
A. Hey, anything that gets guy to wear skinny pants and grow sex hair is fine with me.^^
B.IT SUCKS!!! All that scene hair shit is getting rid of all the spiky hair! And I ADORE spiky hair.
C.Eh... It's alright. I don't really care.
D.Dude, 2 words: HOT. TOPIC. Nuff said.
E. I LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVE IT!!! I mean, the whole emotional "let's all slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful" shit is a little much, but I ADORE the whole scene hair/pleated belt/messenger bag look.
F. *shrugs* It is what it is. Just another trend, really.

RESULTS:
If you choose mostly A, your match is Shanty. You lucky bitch.''-__- What can I say? He's gorgeous, he's nice, he can kill almost anyone you want with his bare hands, and he's good listener. His so-called "turnoffs" are, he's shy, so there's a good chance he won't make the first move, and he's not very talkative. He also might take a while to open up, because, well, like I said, he's shy. But trust me, once he does open up, it'll be worth the wait.

If you choose mostly B, your match is Andy. At times you might get really annoyed with him for being so immature, but 98% of the time, you'll probably be laughing your ass off. He might not be the most sensitive, serious guy in the world, but sometimes a good laugh is the perfect thing to cheer you up on a crappy day. One thing's for sure: Any tears you cry because of him will most likely be more from hysteria than any kind of sadness. He's silly, but he's also really sweet.

If you choose mostly C, you got Brent. He's pretty serious and sometimes it might seem like all he cares about is rambling on about the government and voter apathy, but that's only because he wants to make a difference and make the world a better place. Also, if you ever got upset that every guy you ever dated thought that Dufar(sp?) was a type of sock, don't worry. It'll never happen with Brent. Hell, he might even be able to speak some Sudanese.

If you choose mostly D, your match is Jason. As in, JAY WENTERZ, BOIIIIIIIIII!!! He's witty, he's out-going, he's random, and if you're into the super masculine type, he's bloody gorgeous. He his insecure/jealous moments, but, hey, who doesn't? And besides, who else could converse with you about potatoes and walruses for hours and actually make it interesting?

If choose mostly E, you got Vash. He might seem really mean and tacky and insecure at first, but he's one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet. Also, when he cares about something/someone, he REALLY cares about them. And he shows it. So if it's dedication and passion you're looking for, look no further.

And if you choose mostly F, your match is Dashi. And on that note: Congratulations. He's serious, he's strong, and he's HELLA sexy. He might seem sort of cold and callous at first, but rest assured: if put your hand in his (or anywhere else of his), he won't push it away. However, he's not one for public displays of affection, so you should probably cool it in public. (In private, however, is a whole other story. *wink, wink* *hint, hint* ^//~)

Well, hope ya enjoyed it. Bye
~Shadowme


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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

ftygydt
Hey. School was absolutely brilli (brilliant) today. I dunno why, I just been really complacent all day.
Problem is, now I'm all horny. ''-__- Argh. And now my mom's reading over my shoulder. Damn it. Ain't got no fucking privacy in this house. I feel like making a quiz, but I don't know what to make it determine. Not to mention, my little sister won't get off my ass. Oyyyy.... So annoying.
Oh, I know. I'm gonna make a list now.
Is feeling: hungry and weary.
Is thinking:of That Person again.
Is listening to: the ringing in my ears and the devil on my shoulder.
Is hoping: to God that no one will ever have to feel like this again.
Anyway, I'm gonna go get something to eat now and go up in my room and cry for no particular reason.
Bye
~Shadowme(yuki)~

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

THE CATALYST, CHAPT 15: In a Perfect World
(Alright, look: When I was writing this, I promised my friends I would give them some cameos, so that’s pretty much the entire reason this chapter was written. That, and I wanted to introduce everybody to Mikey. In conclusion: Eat your hearts out, Jenny and Cassie.)

Cassie Smith and Jenny Poeta were ecstatic.
It was 5:30 PM, 5 minutes until show time, and they were 5 million light years away from any misery or distress. This was their golden night. This was the night Paranoia! Academy--a band so awesome, they were 2nd only to Mobile Fallout Shelter--performed in Durand, Michigan. And Cassie and Jenny would be there to see it. Hell, they were only 5 rows of seats away from the stage. The rock Apollo’s known as Ritzka Alichino, Brennon Urith, Sebastian “Sebby” Spence, and John Ross would practically be sweating on them.
Oh, sure, they were so close to the speakers that their hearing would probably never be the same and they would most likely have laryngitis for the longest time after hours of half-singing, half-screaming along to their all-time favorite rock anthems, but so what?
It was a dream come true in the most literal sense of the phrase.
Especially because they hadn’t even had to pay for the tickets. It had been a prize in a radio show. All Cassie had had to do was answer the question of what musical category Paranoia! Academy considered themselves a part of--which was a trick question, because the correct answer was they honestly couldn’t care less about what genre people put them into--and viola: 2 free tickets to the following night’s concert in Durand. And as if that wasn’t already marvelous enough, the timing had been perfect as well, as it had given Jenny just enough time to get over to Michigan from Wisconsin.

Hence her now rocking out with Cassie to a cover of The Kings’ Men’s “Louie, Louie” by the opening act, a very recently discovered Baltimore band called Pus. None of the concert-attendees could make out the words over the roar of the guitar and bass, so in the end, they all just sang along with their own senseless interpretations of the impossible-not-to-mishear lyrics. Of the two interpretations between the friends, Jenny’s was probably the most interesting. What she came up with was this:

LOONEY LOUIE, OH NO
MEANIE’S GOTTA GO
AY-YI-YI, ICE SHED
LOUIE LOONEY, OH BABY
MARIE’S GOT A GOAT

FIND A LITTLE GIRL, WAIT, SORE ME!
CATCH A LIP, A COST, A SCENE
SELL THAT LIP ABOUT A LOAN
3 KNIGHTS ALL DAZED, ICE ALL’D THE SEA
FINGER GIRL, CONSTANTLY
ON THAT SLIP, I DEEM SEETHER THERE
I SMELL THE MOSES IN HERM’S HAIR [3x]
[guitar solo]
ALRIGHT, LET’S GIVE IT TO ‘EM!
[INSERT AWESOME-TASTICAL ROCK OUTRO HERE]

And thus Jenny and Cassie ended up spending the remaining 5 minutes of Pus’s set wondering what Moses was doing in Herm’s hair and how much the lip, the cost, and the scene was sold for.
But this curiosity was soon easily remedied as Paranoia! Academy was the next to perform. An eruption of enthusiastic cheers and chanting filled the concert hall as the band took their place on stage and began to play an ultra lively version of “When I Say Shotgun…” During the techno, instrumental intro, Brennon Urith, the vocalist, screamed out: “HEEEEEEEEEEEY, DURAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!! HOW Y’ALL DOIN’ TONIGHT???!!!!!” The response mostly consisted of very loud, very annoying, shrieked “I LOVE YOU, BRENNON!!!”’s and “OHMY----INGGOD, THIS IS AWESOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME!!!”’s from the fans. The hype was so dominating that the concert craze didn’t die down until the 2nd to the last song, when the majority of the fans throats were too exhausted to scream anymore.
And obviously there was a Hell of a lot more to the concert, but it was all just so over-whelmingly brilliant, that no amount of fancy adjectives or adverbs could even begin to describe it. Let’s just say, according to Cassie and Jenny, it was easily the best night of their lives.
And not just because of the concert. Oh, not that it wasn’t the dictionary definition of awesome, but after the concert ended, the night somehow managed to get even better.
You see, as the two were driving home, they decided to stop by McDonalds for some late dinner, as both of them were quite ravenous by then. And although they knew it would be more prudent to simply go through the drive-thru and continue down the road toward home, they were both pretty sick of being coped up in the car after 2 and a half hours of non-stop driving, so they decided to eat inside the restaurant.
“Dude,” Jenny sighed, as they trudged into the building. “I am SO ---ing tired. That show was freakin’ crazy.”
“I know, right?” agreed Cassie. “I still smell like beer and patchouli oil from when that one Goth ass-hole threw his drink all over me and gave me a hug.”
At the mention of this fiasco, Jenny cracked up and attempted to impersonate the aforementioned alcoholic Antichrist-wannabe by contorting her face into a half-dead-looking zombie stare and drunkenly swaying from side to side. “Oh, I issssh sorryyyyyyy, girlehhhhhh,” she slurred. “I didn’ seeeee you therrrrrrrrre. Gimme a huggggggg.” And then she pretended to practically knock Cassie over, as the inebriated Goth had done. This, of course, caused yet another small fit of laughter; after which, the 2 managed to contain themselves long enough to order 2 large orders of fries, a few burgers, and some soda.
As they were ravenously inhaling their food, Jenny couldn’t help noticing the man seated in the cubicle next to theirs, who was raving on his cell-phone, sounded strangely familiar.
“Jay! I can’t believe you!” he exclaimed, obviously upset. “How could you hire a co-lyricist and not tell me?!” 10 seconds of silence passed, as whoever was on the other side of the familiar voice’s conversation responded.
Jenny’s appearance was now completely meditative at this point, as she began racking her brain, wondering where, oh, where had she heard that voice before?
“Well, yeah, of course it’s ---ing important!” went on the next-cubicle-ranter. “I mean, you could’ve at least shown me the dude’s work before you just flew ‘im over to Illinois and hired him!… Huh?…. Oh, I’m sorry: you could’ve at least shown me HER work before flying HER over and hiring HER.”
It was at this point that Cassie stopped inhaling her fries long enough to notice her friends deeply absorbed-looking thinking-face.
“Jenniesh? Wha’s wrong?” she asked, with a mouthful of fries.
“Shh!” hushed Jenny, trying to hear what was being said on the other side of the cubicle. “Listen,” she whispered. And Cassie obeyed.
“And what’s the girl’s name, anyway?” said the strangely familiar voice. Then, after a pause, he thoughtfully repeated, “Belinda Sacko. Hmm… Never heard of her.” But Cassie and Jenny had. Matter of fact, they had both known and had been communicating with Belinda for over 2 years, via the internet.
So, of course, at the mention of her name, they both automatically shot a look over the wall separating the 2 cubicles and, to their utter shocked-into-silence awe, discovered that Mikey Ralphson, the sandy blonde, chin-length-haired, brown-eyed vocalist and main composer of Mobile Fallout Shelter, was seated in the cubicle RIGHT. FREAKING. NEXT. TO. THEIRS!!!
They were so paralyzed with shock at being a mere 5 meters away from one of their favorite rock stars that they forgot to sit back down before Mikey discovered them gawking at him. But, luckily, being a obsession-worthy celebrity for 7 years, Mikey was obviously used to being gawked at. So when he noticed the 2 girls awkwardly hovering above his table staring at him as if he had just grown blue tentacles and devil horns out of his ears, all he did was give them a friendly smile and a casual wave. (Which, of course, looked bloody adorable. ) Cassie and Jenny sheepishly did the same and awkwardly sat back down. But it definitely wasn’t one of their “as you were” moments. They didn’t forget about being in speaking/hearing distance of one their all-time favorite pop/punk rockers, they didn’t go back to stuffing their faces, and they definitely didn’t forget about what it must mean if guess-which-super-cute-blonde was talking to someone named Jay. He was on the phone with Jason Wenterz. Jason Wenterz, who had just told Mikey he‘d hired one of their best friends as a co-lyricist! If Cassie and Jenny hadn’t been busy being driven into a Bedlam-banishing anxiety attack by this news, they would’ve broken into an excited screaming fit that would’ve gotten them kicked out of the restaurant.
“She goes by what?…. Yuki….?” said Mikey. “….Uh-huh…. Okay…. And how old is she, again?” There was pause, and then: “19? She’s a little young to be a pro, isn’t she?” Actually, in Cassie and Jenny’s minds, she was a little old. They happened to know for a fact that “Yuki” was only 15 or 16. So why was Jason lying about her age? Cassie was about to ask herself out-loud that very question when she stumbled upon the answer. “Child labor laws,” she mouthed to a still confused Jenny.
“Oh…” Jenny mouthed back, with a knowing nod and an admiring smile at the cleverness of Wen-Wen. They both knew it was much more than the legal aspects of Yuki’s youth. It was also the fact that Mikey wasn’t half as scandalously liberal as Jason. He was far too virtuous to allow a mere 15/16-year-old to work for the band and thus plunge yet another perfectly healthy child into the filth that is modern-day Hollywood. Same probably went for Bob Sparroth, The Human Shields manager. After all, we‘ve all seen what happens to kids when they grow up too fast and too long in such unhealthy environments. Oh, sure, Yuki probably wouldn’t turn out to be another Mary Kate Olsin, especially since she’d be the farthest thing from a child star anyway. But just because she most likely wouldn‘t be famous, that didn‘t mean the whole celebrity/rockstar scene would be any more child-friendly. (Not that the whole child labor laws issue would’ve been much help, either.)
“And where’d you find her, anyway?” Jennys‘ ear was pressed so intensely to the wall separating her and Cassie from Mikey that when she‘d detach her face from the plastic an hour later, the imprint would be stuck on her skin for 2 weeks. “The internet? Well, how do you know she’s not some weirdo just POSING as a 19-year-old girl?….. What? YOU MET HER?! Well, why didn’t you invite me?! I wanna meet her too.” Another pause. This time, the 2 sensed movement from beyond the wall. Jenny darted another glance at their neighbor, this time much more discreetly. He was writing something on a napkin. Whatever it was, judging by the confirming “Uh-huh“’s he was muttering, it was probably being dictated to him over the phone. Once she had obtained this information, she instantaneously ducked back into her seat. No way in hell was she going to be caught staring at Mikey twice in the same 10 minutes. Not only would it be embarrassing, but the rocker might figure out her and Cassie were eaves-dropping and would probably continue the conversation elsewhere.
“Oh, Jay, hold on a minute, I got another call.” And a syndicated “beep” sounded from Blondie’s side of the wall as he put Jason on hold. (And even though the following conversation isn’t really important, this chapter has been unbearably dull so far, so I’m including this banter to make it a bit more entertaining. Sorry.)

Mikey: “’Lo?”
“WHY, HELLURZ, RALPHSON!!!” came the screamed, over-flamboyant response. It sounded almost like William Shatner trying to sound cordial on StarTrek, only not as convincing.
“VASH!” Mikey exclaimed louder than he needed to, obviously not-so-pleasantly surprised. Then he noticed a few people in the place where now staring at him, alarmed at his mini-out-burst and half-whispered, half-hissed into the phone: “Where did you get this number?!”
“I have my sources. Now, I assume Jay Wen already told you about the girl? Uhhhh, what was her name? Yuki? Ah, yes, lovely girl. Had the pleasure of meeting her 2 days ago. Rather cute, actually. A bit insecure for my taste though.”
“Vash, what did you do to her?” Mikey asked threateningly. It was a hard, emotionless, expect-the-worst question that demanded an answer.
But Vash refused to give it and went on in the same sneeringly conversational tone.
“Although I must say, for such a sweet child, her high-school is pretty unfriendly. They certainly didn’t welcome me. I swear, you wouldn’t believe what I had to go through just to get inside.” A sinister chuckle was the next thing to make the air-waves shudder. “Public schools sure are getting paranoid these days.”
“Malluste, I ---ing swear to God if you layed a finger on her, I’ll…” But then Mikey realized what Vashoutoh had said. “Wait, what do you mean her HIGH SCHOOL? She’s 19!”
“19?!?!” Vashoutoh cackled. “Ralphson, have you even MET her? She doesn’t look a day over 16! I mean, with a little make-up, maybe 18, but still.”
Silence, silence, silence. Jason had lied to him. Mikey was sick with disappoint.
“Ohhh, I see. You haven’t met her yet, have you?” drawled the spawn of Satin on the other side of the line. “Well, not to worry, hon. I’ll tell you all about her.” At this point Mikey knew another out-burst was imminent and he preferred not to have it in public, so, still holding the phone to his ear, he got up and began walking towards the parking lot where his midnight blue Civic Honda was parked. But as he did this, he accidentally tripped on a stray ketchup packet on the floor right as he was walking past Jenny and Cassie’s table. The impact of the fall was so unexpectedly powerful that his fingers accidentally slipped and put Vash on speaker before the phone flew out of his grip altogether. It landed with a “plop” next to Cassie.
“She‘s got emerald eyes, dark brown hair, and a long, willowy face that looks absolutely adorable when it‘s contorted in agony,” said the light blue dropped Motorola darkly, as the screen glowed ethereally on Cassie‘s seat. “She has no style and probably gets everything she wears from Kmart or Goodwill. Almost everything is baggy and rumpled. Which is odd, considering word on the street is, she’d rather puke up everything she eats than be anything but skinny. You’d think she’d be proud to display the fruits of her starvation.” Another sinister chuckle. “Pun unintended,” Vash added, when he realized the irony of mentioning food and starvation in the same sentence.
“Anyway, she doesn’t wear make-up that much because she tries to be as unnoticeable as possible. I guess she’s scared of what might happen if everyone realized she’s special. Then again, she’d have to realize it first, of course. In which case, I suppose Belinda Sacko will always be a Faceless loser. So I feel sorry for ya, Ralphson. I mean, first your bassist goes insane enough to hire a 15-year-old bulimic human insecurity blanket and then, well… he hires a 15-year-old insecurity blanket.” By this time Mikey had painfully gotten to his feet, briefly apologized to the elder lady he had unfortunately landed on, and was now reaching for his phone. But before he could grab it, a very out-raged Cassie swiped it up and shouted angrily into the poor thing like a microphone: “ALRIGHT, LOOK, YOU SMUG SONOFABITCH!!! I DON’T KNOW ABOUT HER WEARING NOTHING BUT GOODWILL OR KMART OR ANY OF THAT SHIT, BUT I’VE READ EVERY POEM BELINDA’S POSTED AND SHE’S A ----ING GENIOUS!!! HER STUFF’S WAY BETTER THAN ANY SONG YOUR PUSSY BAND COULD EVER WRITE, MALLUSTE!!! SO DON’T GO SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT, BECAUSE IF JAY HAD REALLY GONE INSANE, HE WOULD’VE ASKED YOU TO BE THE CO-LYRICIST!! AND SHE’S NOT BULIMIC, SHE’S JUST GOT A FAST METABOLISM, YOU OBNOXIOUS BASTERD!!!!”
“Um….YEAH, WHAT SHE SAID!!!” Jenny hollered at the phone from her side of the table.
Cassie then turned to Mikey, smiled sweetly, held the phone towards him, and returned it with a complacent “Here ya go. All yours.” Her transformation from furious, screaming ranter to friendly, harmless fan was so swift she could’ve probably been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
“Okay, okay! Damn, Ralphson, your friend’s VIOLENT!” exclaimed the phone. Then, right before Mikey hung up on him, Vashoutoh added, “Oh, and I’d prefer if you didn’t put our conversations on speaker. It ruins the intimacy.” Click. So long and good night, Vashie-kins.
“So…. You 2 know Belinda?” Mikey asked, looking bewilderedly at Cassie and Jenny.
They nodded. “Don’t listen to a word Vash says about her. Every word of that was total bull,” Jenny assured him. She thought about telling him Vash had, however, been telling the truth about Belinda’s age, but decided against it. She didn’t want to ruin Belinda’s shot at a lyrical career.
Mikey opened up his mouth to say something, but then remembered Jason was still on hold and put the phone back to his ear. It turned out he had to hurry over to the studio right away, so he didn’t have time to say good-bye, much less question Cassie and Jenny further.
“Man, we should’ve gotten his autograph!” Cassie groaned once he had left.
“Yeah.” Jenny sighed. “Oh well. We better get back on the road.”
Cassie nodded and looked at her watch. She swore. “It’s almost past my curfew! C’mon, we gotta go!” So the two threw the remains of their meal into the trash, raced out the door, got in the car, and arrived at Cassie’s place around midnight central time. And thus ended the best night of their lives. The best night of theirs and the worst night of Belinda’s.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Today was... bipolar. At first it rocked, then it sucked, then it rocked, then it sucked, then it rocked, then sucked, then it sucked some more.
I was so depressed at the end of the day that when I blew my nose on the bus, some chick thought I was crying.
Also, I tried to type up a poem today in Resource. But I ended up getting all perfectionest about it and I couldn't finish in time. But, since I haven't posted any poetry on here in a while, I might as well show you guys the poem.

She asked me to tell her story.
But I don't do biographies and she didn't do legacies.
Her only New Years' resolution was to survive and she couldn't even do that right.
"Well, there's something inside me," she said."I don't know what it is or how long it'll give me to to live. But however short my time is, give my regards to the boys in the band and send my love to anyone who cared enough to listen."
He begged me to never mention him like this again.
But there are just some things I can't forget.
His only other ungranted wish was for her to stop staring and start making sense.
And she was stuck stalking his shadow to the ends of the earth until the very end.
"Well, there's something inside her," he said. "And she knows perfectly well what it is. So tell her to deal without the dealer. All she needs is digression and distraction from the drama."
But it wasn't just the withdraw, it was the "without anything to draw from."
The drugs were only to distract her from the addiction and the beer was only there so she couldn't feel the bleeding.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I have missed 2 damn days of school in a row. MY PERFECT ATTENDANCE IS RUINED!!!
HEALTH BE DAMNED!!! I'M GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW IF IT KILLS ME!!!
Other than that, there's really not much to report. Having a bit of writers block. Next chapter's gonna suck.'''-__- So consider yourself warned. Of course, then again, I consider pretty much anything where no one gets shot down by some supernatural psycho killer or kidnapped by red-eyed rock stars to be bad.
Anyway... I have absolutely nothing to write about. Yeah. I'm gonna go torment my pocket emo/sex slave now. Bye
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Monday, January 14, 2008

Life is a sucky, suckity, suck-tastical pile of suckage that sucks...
Oy..... Soooooooo damn sleepy and sick. Winter ish teh suxorz. ///__-
Went to the allergist today. They stuck a bunch of itchy patches on my back and drew on me with Sharpy. Argh... Look, guys, I'm in a rather morbid mood today, so I decided to make a "How Will You Most Likely Die?" quiz. ^^ Oh, fun, fun, fun.
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1. What are your thoughts on death?
A: Whatever. ANYTHING'S better than sticking around in this hell-hole of a life.
B:WHO CARES?! LET'S ALL GO PLAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD DURING RUSH HOUR, EVERYBODY!
C:0_0 Why? What have you heard?! *looks around in paranoid attempt to locate any assailants* Oh, dear God... They're not coming after me AGAIN, are they?! HIDE ME!!! *dives under couch*
D:*scoffs* Oh, please! Like I have to worry about anything life-threatening at MY age!
E:DEATH?! BWAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I AM INVINCIBLE, YOU SILLY MORTAL!!! INVINCIBLLLLLLLLLLLE!! *grabs gigantic cup filled with rum/vodka/beer and downs it in under a minute*
F: Um... I dunno.
2.If somebody was going to kill you, what would you do?
A:Oh, they want to kill me, eh? WELL, NOT IF I KILL ME FIRST!!!!!
B: Well, I spend half of my time strolling in the streets, so unless they were going to run me over with a car, they'd probably get run over before even coming near me.
C: I'd do what I always do: run and hope to God that I make it out alive.
D: Um... Drive away? I dunno. Depends on whether or not I had my car.
E.Nothing. Chances are, I'd probably be too busy sleeping off the booze.
F: Well, if I knew they were going to kill me in advance, I'd simply try to get laid as many times as I possibly could before they'd eventually nail me.
3.What is one thing in particular that you can't stand?
A: Life.
B: The police-men who won't let me play in the road.
C: The fact that almost everybody I know wants to kill me.
D: Speed limits. HOW DARE THOSE MO'FUKKA'S TRY TO CONTROL MY FAST-AND-FURIOUS-NESS!!!!
E:Pretty much anything that stands in the way of my getting drunk/stoned.
F:Those ultra annoying people who are all self-righteous and conservative and never put out no matter what you do.

4.Which of the following phrases is the closest to your philosophy for life?
A. "Life is a bitch, then you die."
B. "It's only illegal if you get caught."
C. "NEVER expect good news."
D. "STICK IT TO THE MAN, BITCHES!!!"
E. "Ask me again when the room stops spinning."
F. "It all just feels too good to be bad."

5. Which of the following things do people label you as?
A. Emo. Possibly suicidal. In dire need of anti-depressants.
B. Reckless. Ditzy. Danger-junkie.
C. Paranoid. Hated. In constant danger.
D. Road Rage-junkie. Fast and furious. Careless.
E. Druggie/lush... Yeah, that one's pretty self-explainitory.
F. Whore. Sex addict.

RESULTS:
If you choose mostly A, you'll probably die by suicide. If this result has any accuracy at all (and I seriously doubt it does) then, trust me: I've felt your pain. I've been there. But believe it or not, life is still worth living. It took me a year and a half of therapy and anti-depressants for me to learn that, but it was worth it. So dude, before you do anything TOO hasty: get help. Whatever it is, remember: "this, too, shall pass."

If you choose mostly B, you're most likely going to be hit by a car. The way I see it, you're either very brave or very drunk. *hands you burningly bright orange jumpsuit* There. Let's at least TRY to survive a little longer, kay, hon?

If you choose mostly C, you are mostly likely going to die by murder. I have no idea what you did that was so horrible that someone's trying to kill you, but, see, this is one of those times where the Witness Protection Program comes in handy.

If you choose mostly D, you're going to die in a car accident. In my mind, this is one of the most stupid ways to die, so I really can't give you any advice that you haven't already heard before. (You know, slow down, don't drive on the side-walk, ect.)

If you choose mostly E, you're probably going to die by over-dosing. I would give you a nice, long, serious lecture about how stupid drinking/stoning yourself to death is, but chances are you're probably too stoned/drunk to listen anyway.

And, if you choose mostly E, you're probably going to die via an STD.... Well, what can I say? You sleep around, you get what you deserve. What goes around comes around, love.


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Friday, January 11, 2008

PERSONALITY QUIZ, ANYONE?
T_T
Sir Yaoi-ness is sad. My poor sex slave. Honey, do you need a hug?

Yaoi-ness: My life is spiraling downward.*sob*
Me:Kay... I'll take that as a yes.
Yaoi-ness:STOP BOTHERING ME!
Me:;___; Meanie! *throws ball at him*
Yaoi-ness:*ish hit by ball*....///__- Life sure does suck.
Me:So anyway, ho-
Yaoi-ness: The pain! The PAIN!!!!
Me: Dude, do you want me to leave you alone or not?
Yaoi-ness:*sob, sob, sob, sob* STOP EEEEEET!!
Me: Stop what?
Yaoi-ness: THe pain! THE PAINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
Me: '''-___- Dude, don't you have a diary to bitch to or something? *hands over diary*
Yaoi-ness: *scribbles into diary* At least my diary understands...
Me: Kay. So, anyway, since all the popular, super gimmick-filled shows have personality quizzes the fans can take now-a-days, I'd figure I'd make one for The Catalyst.Now, I know Cassie's probably the only one who'll end up taking, but I wanted to give quiz-making a try anyway, so it's all good. And, by the way, the results/answers are EXTREMELY DESCRIPTIVE, so even if you've never read the story, it should still be fun to take. ^^

1.When someone says "good morning" to you when you've just been woken up about 3 hours earlier than you should have been, what is your response?

A. Probably don't have one. I've already gone back to sleep.
B. '''//__- What's so gawddamn good about it?!
C. *grabs whoever said "good morning" by the scruff of the neck and smiles psychotically* WHY, OF COURSE IT'S A GOOD MORNING!!! WHY WOULDN'T IT BE?!?!!?!?! *laughs nervously* AFTER ALL, IT'S NOT LIKE I SPENT THE ENTIRE NIGHT STALKING [person E] OR ANYTHING!! *more nervous/insane laughter* NOPE, I'VE JUST BEEN ASLEEP IN MY BED ALLLLLLLL NIGHT!!! Heheheheheheheheheh...'''^^*spots person E, panics, drops poor greeter*0_0 IT WASN'T ME!!!!*runs away before person E can respond*
D. Chances are, I've spent the entire night awake anyway, so I'm probably the one who said "good morning" in the first place.
E. Need... Coffee..... NOW. '-___-
F: *stares at person C* 0.o Man, did you forget to take your medication AGAIN?!

2.Do you dye your hair?
A. No, but I want to.
B. I've gotten hight-lights and streaks a few times. It was pretty subtle though.
C.HELL YES!! It's about 3/2/4 colors right now. I originally wanted to get 12 at once, but my friend talked me out of it.
D.Sometimes. Mostly, I just spike it though.
E. I bleach mine. But my hair's pretty light anyway, so I ain't all that obsessive.
F. Yes, but only because person C bullied me into it.

3. How would you get someone you're infatuated with to notice you?
A.*shrug* I guess I'd eventually work up the nerve to go up to him/her and talk to 'em.
B.I wouldn't. Matter of fact, I would hope to God that I'd turn invisible and just spend however much time I had with him/her staring at him/her and then bitching in my diary about how everyone I like is out of league.
C.Well, I ain't picky, so I'll pretty much take anyone I get. But if you mean someone I'm REALLY interested in, there's a good chance he/she is completely different from the whores I usually flirt/sleep with, so I'd probably just harass them to death until their guardian beats the shit out of me and tells me to stay the hell away from him/her. Then I'd just kind of "admire" them from afar.
D.I actually already have a boy/girl friend who rocks my blue polka-dotted socks, so...*shrug*
E.I'd probably just try to look extremely sexy and nonchalant until THEY approached ME. If it doesn't work, then the person is obviously gay or a robot and therefore not worth my time.^^
F. Dude. ME?!?!?! LIKE SOMONE??? Bullshit. People suck way too much for anyone to deserve MY attention. (Translation: I'd probably be way too deep in denial to do anything about my crush.)

4.How important is attention/publicity to you?
A. Eh...*shrug* As long as I've got my friends and family, I don't really care.
B. Well... I don't need to be the center of attention ALL the time, but it's nice to have a little bit now and then.
C. Well, put it this way: In order to gain more attention and more of a boy-on-boy-loving demographic, I sometimes pretend to be having an love affair with my twin brother on national television. And, yes, we have kissed. Nuff said.
D.*scoffs* Okay, I know since I'm a celebrity I'm SUPPOSED to care about all that image/publicity crap, but I honestly couldn't care less. As long as person E keeps acting as my band's front-man, I can do whatever the hell I want and still have privacy.
E.Eh... Really depends on where I'm getting the attention from that matters.
F. Dude, I could care less. I'm just here to support my brother.

5. Which of the following 3 words best describes you?
A. Traditional, out-going, polite.
B.pessimistic, poetic, ambiguous.
C.Flamboyant, entertaining, juvenile.
D.Easy-going, original, witty.
E.Amusing, eloquent, charismatic.
F.Silent, cynical, loveless. (Note:"Loveless" meaning you are without love for mostly everybody else, not meaning nobody loves you.)

RESULTS:
If you choose mostly A, you are Shanty Wenterz, the sweet and super cute nephew of Jason Wenterz. You are quite possibly the most sane/normal person in the entire story. Which isn't a bad thing considering most of the characters are in dire need of copious amount of therapy. Meaning, you're not boring, just healthy.Some people might be suspicious of your unusually good manners and think you're too good to be true, but ignore them. They're either just jealous or being a bunch of skeptical, cynical jackasses. You can't help it if your nice.

If you choose mostly B, you are Belinda "Yuki" Sacko, the 15-year-old co-lyricist of Mobile Fallout Shelter. Like most people, you have a somewhat large amount of insecurities and sometimes you might even hate yourself. You're very good with written words, but have trouble expressing yourself out-loud due to your shyness or lack of confidence. Which is probably why you specialize in unrequited love and emo poems/lyrics about unrequited love. You are somewhat of a pessimist, but you're also very witty, original, and hopeful, making you much more than just a stereo-typical emo.

If you choose mostly C, you are Vashoutoh Malluste, the lead guitarist of Dashi & The Attention Whores. And, well, no matter how conformist you try to be, you're definitely different. Where others see ugliness, you see beauty. Some people say you're charming, hilariously amusing, sexy, and deserve every bit of the attention you get. Others say you're obnoxious, tacky, soulless, the very dictionary definition of an attention whore, and arrogant. But you're the only one who knows the entire truth. The entire truth is, you simply CANNOT bear to have your attention stolen from you even for a moment. The truth is, you don't really care what people think of you as long as everyone's watching. The truth is, you would do ANYTHING for ever-lasting publicity. And the truth is, you're really not half as in love with yourself as you appear to be. Otherwise you wouldn't have worked so hard to transform yourself into someone else. Oh, sure, you might not be very popular, but fame is less than infamy, right?

If you choose mostly D, you are Andy Warrest, the guitarist of Mobile Fallout Shelter. You don't talk very much, but when you do, whatever you say is usually always bloody brilliant. You're not shy, you simply don't like to waste words. And for good reason, because your sense of humor is 110% golden. You're not too flashy and mostly dress for comfort. And you don't have thousands of friends, but the ones you do have like you because you're you, and that's what really matters. So keep on rocking, dude. Keep on rocking.

If you choose mostly E, you are Jason Wenterz, the bassist/lyricist/frontman of Mobile Fallout Shelter. At first, people might think you're unjustifiably cynical, depressing, and somewhat insane, but in fact you're just unique and have a much more profound perception/style-of-expression than most people in the music business. So much more profound, in fact, that most people can't understand a word you write. But what most people fail to understand is: you're not crazy. Just complex.

And, last but not least, if you choose mostly F, you are Dashi Malluste, the twin brother of Vashoutoh Malluste and lead singer of Dashi & The Attention Whores. You're what most people would consider "the strong, silent type" or the "straight man." You are perhaps the only member in the entire band who wouldn't sell their soul for ever-lasting publicity. Which would be a good thing if you weren't so damn cynical.In your mind, you can't trust anyone at all, except Vash, because you've known him your entire life. You're not so much emo as much as you are just plain pissed off at the world in general. Now, I'm sure you have your reasons for thinking so badly of your fellow humans, but at the same time: relax. Give 'em a chance, man. Not EVERY person you meet is going to be a Hell-spawned, putridly wicked, psycho serial killer. There are plenty of people out there other than Vash who deserve to be on your good side.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy.... and furthermore: HOOBLECH!!

Uh-huh. Feel free to have some "fun" with him, guys. My emo sexks god is your emo sex god.^^
And, speaking of emo's, That Bitch got his hair-cut and it is so hideous that he is officially dead to me. Matter of fact, I have demoted him from "That Bitch" to "Dead One." Problem is, Dead One is still SO.DAMN.SIREN-ISH. I'm still hooked.'''-___- Oy... And, just because this is the only place in which I can say it without being judged, I'm gonna say it.

I FUCKING LOVE HIM. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE,LOVE, LOVE,LOVE,LOVE, LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE HIM.
I know nothing will ever come of it, I know he doesn't give a crap about me, I know what goes on between me and him is completely tantalizing and will eventually drive me mad, but I AM IN LOVE WITH DANIEL "DEAD ONE" BENNETT.
Oy...
Now if only I had a reason. Or at least an excuse.
The only reason I even noticed him in the first place was because he looked sexy as hell. '''-__-
Damn it. I'm so shallow.
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