I must look like a 5'2 japanese girl.
You know.
with all of my awesome morphing abilities.
aparently sharing is indeed not caring.

It was like watching a zombie movie, but in my head.
It starts in a theater, someone gets bit by an already infected zombie in the neck and the transformation is bother painful and instantaneous. He then goes on to attack other people. Thus, chaos in sues.
We join our main cast, a group of six young adults of different shapes, sizes and colors. Also in the theater, smart enough to run but one member doesn't make it.
The dream continues with the group running from what is now mass hysteria a mixture of zombies and desperate people. Eventually they, along with other survivors barricade themselves into a warehouse or garage of some sort. But of course one of the ones inside has been scratched and is infected and turns before they notice. This sort of thing continues on them running and trying to hide. The last location they hide in, in my dream, is a subway. whoo subway.

And I think they were all fucked in the end, but I woke up before it was finished.
I remember that if they Zombies bit you, scratched you, or bled into any orifice you would turn. So standard movie rules I guess. Also, they were fast zombies, but like the dawn of the dead(remake) jogging zombie, not like 28 weeks later. These were living dead.

I feel emotionally drained right now, but my mind is more active than ever.
I miss my computer and internet.
Though I'm getting to use Roxie's at least while she's at school or watching Grey's.
And I need my food, specifically the things I eat daily that I'm now out because I didn't have any.

Also, this show, not my forte, it's like, things happen, and there's never ending drama.
I'm bored of it.


I carved my first pumpkin. it had a face like owo that.

What are your favorite and least favorite words? Any reasons why?

I liked this question, so I thought I'd answer it.
My favorite word is laughter. It just sounds wonderful and it is wonderful. Laughter. Also, I love to laugh so much.
My least favorite word, it would have to be Prude. Not really the meaning of the word, but saying prude. I don't think I have a real reason for it. It's just not a good word. Pruuuude. It sounds funny.

So it's 8 am, all I wanted were some damn lucky charms.
As usual Ian has to ruin that for me.
He already lost MY gamecube memory card.
I'm angry and it's making my stomach sick because, oh yeah, I haven't eaten.

Anyway, just so you know what happened...
I was in the kitchen, already got down my bowl, opening the cereal, when my grandmother asked me to make sure the door was locked. I go over, lock the door and before I can make it the 10 (if even) yards back into the kitchen, my brother, being the douche that he always is, walks on in, though it was obvious by the ready bowl and BOX OF CEREAL STILL IN MY HAND, I wasn't done in there. Now to most of you this might not seem like much, but we have a very small kitchen and I'm claustrophobic. I can't handle trying to share it, least of all with someone large and clumsy who smells. So while I waiting a begillion years for him to come out, he puts a spoon in my bowl. I remove it and inform him not to do that unless he'd washed his hands. (I'd just gotten out of the bathroom so mine were clean, anyway, he replied with "I just washed my hands."

I said "Really, when?" he told me half an hour ago. So between the fact that he obviously needs to shower because, oh yeah, he smells like ass, he's been in his room touching on things that haven't been clean since purchased. Do not fucking touch.

I roll my eyes, he then says "Not like I didn't just touch all the spoon and such anyway."
I'm already pissed off at him for never keeping his word, losing my shit, and have no respect for me or my room. So I put the cereal down and walked away. I wasn't hungry or anything....

Channaka today.

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--Click on "get Directions".
--From New York
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--And read line # 23. (or 24)

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Kime~ <3
I'm going to have to d/l some things for Gwen as she has no internets and isn't allowed to save things on her mother's computer which is a story not worth going into.
What she needs is a Kimeru/ D-boys/ Tenimyu care package. And a couple of music CDs, ftw.
I'm going to get on that.

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I will not add you if:
You steal graphics from others and give no credit.
If you post dolls on your journal with no credits.
If you're under 13.
If you're a weirdo, which is a lot comming from me.
If I don't like you.
If you insult me in some way.
If I decide not to.

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So our internet was gone for two days.
Late on the phone bill.
I played Pokemon and Harvest moon non-stop.
And listen to DDR.
I felt like I had Yellow Fever or Something.
Also, I talked to myself.
A lot.
It was sad.
Thank God For Internet. TGFI.

I can't function without my daily dose of Internet.
I have to be able to check Shirotan's blog for updates ;-;
u.u; I know, just lemme alone.

My whole dialect changed too.
I remember what "proper english" was.
And not once did I say "I lawled [lol'd]"
But I missed the internet.

Also, I was unable to use Photoshop for some reason.
Yup. My drawing skills died.
All I did was play pokemon.

( Here, Shirotan's bad hair day... )

Yesterday I was so miserable, but today, today I feel good.
I'm so happy!
I spent they day figuring out what to wear to Soapbox.
Got there, and read two NEW poems.
I made my mommy earrings while I was there, and Kat (at Soapbox not Caitlyn) an anklet.
She made me feel really good about myself and Golly I just love her to death.
I feel good.
Tomorrow I do nothing. Maybe I'll go out.
Oh! I also bought new shirts that are very pretty.
I feel good today


And Shirotan <3

Fuck you. You stupid dirty cunt.
I hope your twat falls off.
Just because I refuse to babysit my 21 year old COMPETENT brother doesn't mean I have issues or need therapy.
I'm quite well adjusted, thank you.

There are very few people in this world I hate.
My grandmother is one of them.
She bothers me constantly.
She always puts me down.
She nags me if I don't want to say "hi" to her first thing in the morning with a shuffle back to my room.
Nothing I do is good enough.
An Artist isn't a real job according to her.
I'm sorry, bitch, I'm actually GOING to college and I want to live FREE from you in two years.
My grandmother is one of those people... she's just not satisfied unless she can talk shit.
She talked shit on James and only met him twice.
He said almost nothing to her.
Nothing other than "hi" and "Nice to meet you"
Oh fuck, my bad, he was white that warrents not liking him, right?
Fuck that. Yes, most the boys I've liked have be White.
Why? Because most of the black men I've met have been illiterate fuck heads.
It's not a matter of color it's a matter of society.
When I meet a well spoken black man who shares my interest I'll probably like him too.

Everyone in my family thinks I'm just like my mother.
Fuck. I'd rather be a hippy than a fuck black republican.
I'd rather go to poetry nights than sit at home and shit talk everyone.
I'd rather eat ORGANIC foods that consume every sweet in the house.
I would rather die alone that live with HER.

But lets remember, I'm inconsiderate, and off.
I need therapy.
Obviously freedom of speech does not apply to the home.
The pursuit of happiness doesn't apply to work.
My right to live my life ENDED at 18.
How silly of me.
....

Angry towards others as well.

Don't tell me how you want to spend time with me though you're too busy getting jerked off by some whore while your 'watch movies' at her house and completely ruin the only REAL plans I had for my birthday because believe it or not after all the shit you've put me though YOU'RE the ONLY person I actually WANT to spend time with on my birthday.

Because you're the only one who would know what it means to me to have you there. You're the only one who I still cry about. Why do I constantly and continuiously waste my time on you. You rat bastard.

You'd think after four fucking years of playing this fucking game I'd have a clue. You don't care about me anymore. I'm just a good way to pass the time. So you can tell me how I'm pretty. Then make me feel like shit. How I'm special to you, then forget I exist. You didn't call me for four nights, that you knew you were supposed to call to talk to me about my birthday on because you were to busy with a girl who means NOTHING to you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! I wish just onces you'd fucking see things from my side of the fence. That just once you'd realize what friendship truely is.

Sometimes I wish that just once I would be more important to you that other girls. Even when we were dating you didn't understand that. You never understand because you never try. You don't know what it's like being me. You have people constantly throwing themselves at you and I've had one guy, one guy hit on me in two fucking years. But you can't understand why that makes me sad. You can't understand because you won't try.

You don't understand why it's hard for me to make real friends with people our age.

I wish... I wish just once you would.
I wish you's see it, just this once.

Tenimyu is crack, Meko says so. I just stayed up until 4 watching it @_@

When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,

There are moments when,
When I know it ends,
The world revolves around us,
And were keeping it,
Keeping it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,

Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would

So I'm finally Legal, now I can smoke, whooo cancer! I'm so going to die from this. Anyway, I'm still trying to find my better state of being but roleplaying helps (Shameless Plug). I've been having fun. Mawhaha, yay for short Asians!