2004 20 August :: 5.10 pm
These words cease to carry a sound
I wrote a poem for someone. They will never see or hear it, and they will never imagine words like these could be descriptive of them. I like it.
You see everything
You hear my thoughts
Control my actions
It's your responsibility
I hate the way you crowd
The way you follow
I hate you
One of those late night boredom phases. Such a funny little piece. Not my typical style of poetry, but it carries a familiar theme.
It's been an awful while since I last touched this journal. Life has been busy with little to nothing of importance. All the same, it saps my time. I fortunately don't have much to say on that, so I'll post a link of a picture I composed recently. It is my pride and joy.
If you get the humour, kudos.
Pen and Watercolor - -- - 182K
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2004 15 May :: 2.48 am
"I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.. if I will it all away."
The only differences I've noticed from this journal to my other, also at Woohu, is that in here I'm more serious and the topics often involve more personal issues. This is my corner to explore my writing capabilities. I goof off too much on my other journal, it's a pleasure to have at least one where I can pretend to be indifferent..
Majorily, I am indifferent, although I like to think of myself as rather emotional. I sometimes forget people can't read my face, or taste my sarcasm. This makes being myself all the more of a burden.
What topic was I.. ah, yes.
I decided to make an abnormal whiney update here for the sake of feeling better. I went through a quick relationship recently and it's been heavily on my mind since. I feel I know exactly what this love-hate concept is all about. There's so much I need to tell him, yet so much more I feel obligated by my merciful kindness not to. It's just a laugh that I feel this way when it has passed. It's nothing about moving on, there's nothing to move on from, it's just living a life that continues to pass the realities surrounding me that I have not yet grown socially enough to accommodate for others' flaws. Why should people expect me to care when they dispose of my feelings and disregard my emotions as petty and cliche for the gender I loathe? Why should I put my happiness at stake so that someone can taste just a small fraction of their so-called bliss? Not even enough to keep that smile on their hypocritical lips for more than a minute while my happiness slowly dwindles without any chance of recovery so long as I'm near them. Why do I suffer when I opened myself up to someone I cared for and, most importantly, trusted? That's not how friendships work. That's not how trust is respected. Why does it happen?
To be blunt -- people are assholes. They will continue to take advantage of you the minute they see an opening in your exterior. You can be indifferent, shallow, uncaring, and rude. But the second you smile, the minute after you compliment someone, or the moment you take this other person's feelings into consideration, they will use it against you. They can be nice, yes -- nice as hell -- but they will hurt you shamelessly if they think it'll benefit themselves. I hate people.
I speak from a soul who has yet to find that one true friend. The person everyone seems to grow up with, that you know inside and out, except for me. I don't know such a person, and no one knows me. I speak from a heart that has found no true love. Everything I ever felt was overshadowed by the words I burn in my heart. The negativity I feel that once felt wrong, once felt shameful, I can no longer find anything against. The people who've hurt me, broke my trust, used me in ways I told myself wouldn't have happened. I speak through the lips that have tasted no good romance. I dare not keep trying to find that one person to know, to care for, to understand. I've lost faith in people, and they've lost faith in me.
The only comfort I have is the ability to ignore the pain. Strategies such as sleeping my days away and wasting my nights on games that keep my mind occupied. But, not tonight. Tonight I felt I wanted to get a piece of my insanity out. Tonight I didn't want to feel I had too many words unsaid.
I can only console myself for so long before I crash into self-denial and utter oblivion. It surely doesn't help that my family is spreading farther apart than ever before. When my mother was hospitalized for self-inflicted stupidity, the one person I expected to get any sort of consolation out of had other plans in mind. I still find it hard to understand why people can be so cruel in the midst of a struggling situation. How people can really only think of one thing. I understand pain can be pleasure, but using the pain of someone who just got hit tremendously hard from an experience to get a little amusement or entertainment out of is disgusting. But it happens. And that's life.
Living becomes too hard when you go against the grain. We, as people, discover that most times we have to sacrifice something to make things easier. We have to accept the mass stupidity all around us because you can't eradicate it. It's out there, and we have to deal with it. There is no haven from pain people inflict upon us. It comes, it goes, but it's always there. I just can't find the right people to befriend. I can't find the right people at all.
I have made myself tired and terribly wearisome whining about all these trifling problems. There was no point to this post. It basically repeated and reworded what's on most of our minds, controlling most of our thoughts, confusing most of our happiness into thinking that our pain is really so bad.
It's not. It's only gut-wrenching when you take the time to think about it, to analyze it. When you pay attention to those small, stupid details of a problem, that becomes a problem.
My strategy tonight shall be sleep.
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2004 10 May :: 2.45 pm
I support Woohu, where's my "I Woohu'd" sticker? ;)
Well, that sucked. I let someone I hardly knew borrow $20 for gas money, about three weeks ago. They will probably never pay me that money and I didn't want to make a $4 bank withdraw to send in a full $10. Meh.
So that is that. I hope my money has reached Andy by now. I went an extra inch (as opposed to a mile) on that payment.
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2004 13 April :: 4.09 pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Evanescence "My Immortal"
The things we do to get into Heaven..
I'm determined to put $10 into Woohu. I have two accounts I know I'll pay for, which would leave three empty slots. If by some seriously random attempt someone stumbles upon this partially abandoned journal, and provided the stumbler knows good enough English to make me read their journal (assuming they have one), I'll oh-so-generously pay for their account (also provided they had one, say, three months ago).
On better days and brighter topics, I must cut this entry short as I now, according to the back of my neglected mind, have a social life.
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2004 9 January :: 5.28 am
:: Music: Jack Off Jill "Vivica"
"He'll never change, he's just not there, he'll never say you're beautiful."
Onto life. I've met some interesting people at Elftown who I'm becoming to enjoy very much. One started chatting with me out of personal reasons about similarities, then their friend (a fellow bandmate) introduced himself to me and we've had all sorts of amusing topics to write about since. I'd very much like to go to one of their shows sometime.
Other than that, things are going so slowly for me. I practically have nothing to do these days. I'm trying to get things to do but to no avail. It's hard just waiting for things to happen sometimes. I want to get back into art but nothing motivates me other than a selfish desire to obtain Elftown art related badges. ;) So I've stuck to writing as of late, writing poetry in particular. I still participate in a Canadian forum where I share poetry whenever I feel like it or when I write something worthwhile. Then there's a local forum a fellow anime artist hosts that I visit from time to time.
Good music is worth my time. Yes, that's a given. Today someone sent me a song (see above) so I'm very happy listening to that now. Right now on my playlist for your temporal amusement:
Jack Off Jill -- Vivica
Placebo -- Every You Every Me
Loser's Luck -- Move On
Plumb -- Damaged
Krafted in Korea -- Fight Song
Yep, that's all. Three of those songs the same guy sent me, while two I downloaded from a semi-local website for local bands.
My sister has been discussing jobs, her defunct boyfriend, illegal citizenship, child support, trouble (the game), jello asses, and moving out the whole time I've been writing this post. She always catches me at times where I'm trying to get some writing done and it distracts me horribly to the point where one paragraph takes ten minutes to accomplish. I'll try to get some sleep, or clean my room, read a book, doodle; something that doesn't involve serious thinking.
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2003 11 November :: 9.56 pm
Where one flower dies, another is able to bloom
I'm giving up on my Lost Legends journal for a while. I wrote a lot more about myself than about the MUD and I simply got tired of doing that. I write too much.
I met someone and have put in, I would think, a lot of time to get to know them. They're the only valuable friend I have right now. Immediately I felt like I could trust them and perhaps continue to know them for years to come. I want them to be happy but I am incapable of helping. That's how I see it. How can I help? I have no experience in helping others in such a case.
I try so hard to be the guiding light. To provide optimism like I've never known before. I cannot make others happy unless I am truly happy inside, and I am not. My only happiness right now emits from this person's happiness. It's a spiraling cycle without end. How do I find the beginning or end to this cycle and correct what pains us both?
I listen to this person's story and at the same time I feel both blessed and cursed. They have opened my eyes to this world of pain, pain I have not felt with such magnitude, and hope I will never find save in them. I believe I have lived a terrible life, but I try so hard to push those thoughts aside and let new thoughts take their place. And always without fail I reach an impasse and can no longer function the way I would like to. I hate being sad because the pain inside hurts, but my sadness vastly outweighs my happiness. I've told people before that for every one horrible event in life, two great things will come of it. And I eat my words when it is the opposite for me. I know all the right things to say, but never the experience to combine it into one piece of advice.
I think about people all the time. Why I can't fit in, why I don't want to, why I never will. Why some words hurt them, why some make them smile, and why others mean nothing. Society has a small way of making me second-guess. I am perpetually confused with my own self. How can I figure out the answer to all of our problems if I cannot even ease my own. I want to help others so much, but I fear I never will be able to. I feel as though I'm bleeding on the inside. Nothing feels good right now except for that one person.
But I'm afraid I'll someday lose them.
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2003 23 October :: 5.12 am
:: Mood: Ehh
:: Music: Coldplay "Scientist" ehh
Hope you don't miss me
I'm busy coding at Lost Legends, still, and just as of recent someone I've known in high school is starting to keep in touch with me. So, it seems, I'm getting a social life? Or a personal life? Something like life. She's part of some church that insists on skipping Halloween by playing games at the church. From her disgust, I'd say she's been doing this for a few years. So I invited her to come by my house to "pass out candy" but we'll probably run around outside and be total dumbshits for the whole night. We'll probably visit my neighbors and take their candy too. It'll be fun.
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2003 8 October :: 3.29 pm
:: Mood: Ehh
:: Music: Chevelle "Send the Pain Below"
Lack of Updates
I haven't written much lately, mainly because I created a new journal. . It's for Lost Legends, though, so that's hardly an excuse. Well, summarizing what happened since the last entry..
Along with Andy's birthday, my father also had his birthday on October 5th. We were going to visit Hobby Lobby, because my father is into that kind of stuff, but it was closed. So, since we went two hours away from home and the store was closed, we decided to visit a bookstore instead. That place was awesome. In the end, my brother and I bought a manga each, which was pretty damn sweet. I bought Chronicles of the Cursed Sword (only because I rented the Korean version in a store, long, long time ago), so I was thrilled. I wish I could have had the Korean version though, I saw some minor differences in the two books. Hmm. . . long story with that rental place. You could rent a manga per dollar, for a month, and I forgot to hand the three books back. The owner was pissing off my mother, so she hasn't visited the rental place in months. The last time she did, though, the owner forgot about the books I had also. So I have three mangas in my room now, which I paid for a fucking dollar. Now that's sweet. I wish I had rented the two Chronicles of the Cursed Sword at the time though. . . but then again, the ones I rented were not too bad either. I have two HunterXHunter manga, and a stupid-ass one, Normal City. I only rented that last one to compare the two styles, but it's not what I had hoped for, when I took it out the store. Oh well. I'm sure I can find unused Korean CCS manga. Heh. CCS. Skateboarding company. Yea.
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2003 3 October :: 5.36 pm
:: Mood: relaxed
:: Music: Fleetwood Mac "Sweet Little Lies"
AudubonLimiting development in the Arctic Refuge 2000 acres allows oil companies to develop 200 miles of pipeline, 200 miles of roads, and 20 oil fields. This limit does not include the ice roads, water and gravel pits needed for development. In reality, full-scale development would impact over 130,000 to 303,000 acres, according to the Department of Interior.
Finally, I have mail. Sweet. Very sweet. I haven't received any mail from a person in about a year or two, and that was a penpal I met through Penpals.com. But I guess this is no different, because I filled out a form to receive mail. God.. Damnit. The good news is that this is real mail. I'm not being asked to purchase anything and I don't have to fill out family and home surveys for a buck, this is information I requested. And mail just doesn't get any better than that. (Well, for someone who doesn't get mail.)
It's Audubon's Protect The Arctic Campaign by the National Audubon Society, and if you check out the latter website you'll notice it ends in .org. My favorite kind of websites. That means it's a completely non-profit organization, which if you couldn't figure that out by what I've mentioned so far, then you'll be assured when you see the website. I forget where I originally saw the address, maybe some chickmag, but I'm a fan of non-profit shit. So, a little information about Audubon.
"The mission of the National Audubon Society is to conserve and restore natural ecosystems, focusing on birds and other wildlife for the benefit of humanity and the earth's biological diversity. Founded in 1905, the National Audubon Society is named for John James Audubon (1785-1851), famed ornithologist, explorer, and wildlife artist."
Here are the facts I read in the papers they sent me.
Drilling is detrimental to every bit of nature that surrounds it. There are an average of 400 spills each year from the oil-related activity in Alaska. From 1996 to 1999 over 1.3 million gallons were released from faulty spill prevention systems, sloppy practices, and inadequate oversight and enforcement.
2,000 acres is a lot of territory in an area now undisturbed, and the impact will go beyond 2,000 acres. It will destroy the wilderness and could reduce caribou herds by 40 percent. The Fish and Wildlife Service estimates 20 percent of the area will be impacted, including migratory wildlife.
Similar promises were made in 1972 with Prudhoe Bay. The same will happen here.
The House rejected improvements for fuel economy, air conditioners, and anything else that would make it unnecessary to drill in the Arctic Refuge.
I'm going to read the rest of the papers, which is a lot. Usually when I send for free packets or brochures from organizations, I get a few facts and a short paragraph of who they are and what they do. When I first picked up the package from Audubon I thought it was some college sending their information to me. I mean, there's $0.77 worth of stamps on the envelop! Heh. Well, if you want more information that you couldn't find from the two websites, you can contact their offices directly at 1-800-659-2622 or via email at firstname.lastname@example.org. The organization is asking people to send letters to the senators who will vote on whether to drill or not, and to newspapers who will get the word out so more people are aware of what's happening in the Arctic. I know how this may just sound like another good cause, and that whether you help or not it won't matter, but believe me when I say it will matter. As I mentioned before, I'm a fan for non-profit organizations. I've done my share and I wish others would too.
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2003 2 October :: 2.21 pm
:: Mood: weird
:: Music: Nothing.. damnit
Sounds like Hunting Season
The last time I was prancing around on the Internet I was conversing with a guy and my father comes home late. He most always has a story to tell about his day at work and this one had to do with a deer. He said, "I saw the most beautiful deer today, with the biggest brown eyes and everything. Then I put a bullet through its forehead." I typed that to the guy and he replies, "I don't like hunting." But before I could explain, he made a run to a convenience store.
I didn't explain the whole story but, it wasn't hunting, it was more like 'mercy killing'. The deer was hit by a car and had three broken legs. Definitely not hunting. The guy I was conversing with seems to always know the situation but tends to expect the worse, but he's not pessimistic at all. So it's hard for me to mention anything to him that won't offend him in one way or another, or make him disagree but not tell me about it. I already know, so he doesn't have to speak his thoughts, but it'd be nice every now and then so I'm not just talking to myself. This is one of the stranger relationships I've ever had with a person. I would like to know him better. I have actually put effort into trying to keep a relationship with him. I'd use the term friendship but it's not like that, it's just a fading bond between us. We have so much in common and I don't think he wants to be reminded of this, so chooses to dodge me. Maybe the decisions he's made in life are so great right now, and the life he's living is amazing, that he no longer wants to be associated with me. I just bring people down. But I've tried to work things out with myself. The days where I'm overwhelmed with happiness and excitement are the days that he's not doing so well. Then the days where he's overjoyed about something, I'm not doing so great. So our conversations never work out the way we would like. Dropping ties to people is so easy for me to do, but somehow I don't want to drop this one. We both have nothing to gain in a friendship, so maybe that's the problem.
I let loose my thoughts again.. I'd probably go back and edit it but I'd like to read this months down the road and laugh at my stupidity for ever showing feelings. Such is my life.
So, I've been writing this up and all in the while I'm hearing gun shots in the distance. I can hear the noise to the south so it's made by the owner of the expanse of field and trees nearby. Hunting on his own private land. I believe it's still bow season, but as long as you do your shit on your own land, it's fair game.
I have never hunted, technically. I have fired weapons, but not at animals. I'm what product inventors would call 'someone who abuses a product's main function'. And that's it. I have a short story written up about one such case, detailing the event, that if you'd like to read it you'll have to contact me.
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2003 30 September :: 11.30 pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Splender "I don't understand"
I'm feeling confused and upset right now. Chatted with someone for a good while tonight. If I have any friends right now, he's it. I hardly know the guy but I'd like to learn, though everything I seem to tell him comes off as uninteresting. I'm not trying to impress him and I don't intend to, I just wish he could understand me a little better. "That's what I don't understand. That's what I don't know." The music I'm listening to now. The quote of my life.
"I open my mouth but there's nothing to swallow down. I'm scratching my face like there's something farther down." It feels like all the lyrics to this song are suddenly connecting to me after years of listening to. All of the songs, actually, on this CD are just starting to sing my soul. Music has the largest influence on my life. I can watch anime all day and not feel as touched, and anime is also a huge part of my life. Music sets my mood some days, like now. I should be listening to uplifting music, but instead I'm listening to some of the most personally depressing songs. Such is life.
I think it'd be great to be in a band. My self-taught guitar lessons aren't coming along so well, but I love to sing. Many people don't know this. I've never had any singing lessons though, I mean, I'm me. I write poetry and sing to myself when no one's around. It's just to myself, all to myself. A 'nobody' once tried damn hard to trick me into singing for him. Ass. Then a semi-stalker, who listens to opera and participates in choir, once told me I have a great speaking voice and that I could probably sing well. So he asked me to sing for him. This also did not work, because I insulted him months prior and he was taking pictures of me for a month straight and generally pissing me off.
So. Several people have asked me to sing for them, but it didn't work. And, not to tie this into singing but, I still have a phone card with 200 minutes on it and I'm kind of upset. I can't figure out, for the life of me, why I ever bought it in the first place. I thought I was doing something nice but it turns out I'm just another "creepy stalker", so says the brotherly figure. Creepy? Whatever. I should have sold it to my sister, damnit.
Speaking of family, I obviously didn't to go the Ren Fest. I called my sister the day we were supposed to go and she said she had no money left, because she went grocery shopping the night before. I asked what she bought and she said candy! Unfuckingbelievable.
I've been having the weirdest ass dreams imaginable lately. Some freaky ass shit. So unnerving your mind couldn't comprehend the complexity. Damn, I'd really like to keep a dream log.
Skipping topics. Writing in this is more for me than anything else. Even though I leave a lot of its original content out. I don't know why. Ok, I do, but I don't know why I wouldn't know why or why I wouldn't want to admit why. But the guy I mentioned earlier, he got a webcam set up some days ago. I was looking at it today and fucking around with him with stupid comments like, "Sit still, I can't draw you."
Ok, my mother is going around at TWELVE O FUCKING MIDNIGHT asking for pennies. She's supposed to be sleeping. I've just lost all interest in everything I planned to do after this post, and instead I'm just going to sleep.
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2003 29 September :: 6.15 pm
:: Mood: Ehh
:: Music: Ace of Base "Cruel Summer"
Art Talk (No, not the dreadful book..)I held a wild sparrow in my hands today, alive.
Sitting in front of me, or shall I say propped up, is a quick drawing of an anime guy. Why? Because I want to stare at him at any given time while fucking around on the computer. I'm self-teaching myself anatomy these days, so right now there's pages upon pages of clothesless guys in my sketchbook. I've already self-proclaimed mastery of drawing the face, so now I'm slowly working on the body by starting on the chest and torso. Nice. I wish I had a model though, that would speed up the learning process by at least five times. I learn by visuals. Though my mind is filled with the most creative shit possible, I can't get that out right now so I'm facing an artist's block. I know of a guy who has the body of the 'typical male anime', in that he is tall and slender and slightly muscular. Of course, it's no doubt awkward to be asked, "Can you model for me?" Especially since we're not on good terms right now and, oh yea, I'm not fucking professional. How odd would it be to ask a used-to-be friend to remove their shirt and try to casually pose? I don't know, but if it is one thing I do know, it's too fucking weird. Damnit.
Then there's another guy who I wanted to ask if he could sport a few poses over his webcam for me. Heh. But stupid distant me I ignored him for a few months and now he seems to have disappeared.
I sometimes argue with myself and blame myself for all my problems. I don't have friends because I choose not to keep them. My personality has so many facets; I feel like I'm bordering stereotypical schizophrenia. The whole point of the Internet is instant communication and information. But I feel like the only person who doesn't go online to converse or meet people. I don't deny ever doing so, if it happens, it happens. Just some days I can't find myself to engage in any type of communication because I don't want the weight of friendship. I can't hold friendships. I've never held a good friendship in my whole entire fucking life. I kid you not.
See, this is why I get depressed. Whenever I have too much time on my hands I think too much. And when I think too much, what started out as an effort to relive good memories is overshadowed by negative thoughts and 'what if's. My bad. I just can't wait to accomplish something great so I can't help but to be draped in success and optimism. I'm waiting for that day..
This entry initially had three long paragraphs more, but its irrelevancy opted removal. I live my life being carried away, but I do try to cut back on it. So, to just briefly summarize my day:
I watched a lot of television; a few hours of news.
I drew something.
I'm drinking orange kool-aid.
I didn't get an application.
I spent over an hour writing this.
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2003 28 September :: 10.14 am
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: Matchbox Twenty "Unwell"
Always Carried Away
Talked with my sister yesterday and she said we most likely will be going to the Renaissance Festival today. She could even pay one other's ticket, in other words my brother. So I'm just waiting for a phone call now, which she said she'd make two hours in advance. Right now I'm not sure if we're going.. but just to pretend we are I'm going to finish up stuff I said I'd do. Like my costume and paint a figurine.
I'm going to try and finish the figurine after this post. Then I'll work on a cloak of some sort. Yesterday I bought three yards of fabric so it'd be nice to use that.. I also got shoes! As a matter of fact, I saw two shoes there that I liked there, one for females and one for guys. Guess which pair I chose? The guys shoes, of course. I realized then that girls shoes weren't exactly as shitty as I had in mind, just that girls shoes are stuffed with padding and cushions of heavenly comfort, but hidden beneath the ugliest fucking design. Whereas, guy shoes are like padded concrete but look kick ass. So, I can sacrifice the comfort for style. Oh yea.
The girls shoes were light grey actually, that's why I didn't pick them. I don't have any light clothes so I went with the black and blue guy shoes.. it was 'decisions, decisions' over there. But I decided to wear the shoes throughout the mall and carry my shitty grey ones. (Yes, contradictory! I had grey shoes but did not want grey shoes.)
The oddest part of the whole get-outside-of-the-house experience was in the mall, at a Model Talent Search stand. I was mindlessly walking with my mother, without the faintest smile on my bored-as-hell face, wearing an Adidas shirt (Also contradictory to a previous post, I know..) and Wilson sports pants, both dark blue and baggy, when this tall blonde happy-as-fuck guy strides up to me. I was in the process of walking around him but then figured not to be rude and see what he wanted. He had a clipboard so I thought he just had questions like "How is your mall trip?" or "See anything you like?" bullshit. Now, this was before I saw the name of the stand, too. He asked how I was doing, typical, and then said he was on some model talent search, that is when I glanced at the stand and felt a cringe creeping up. He asked, "Have you ever considered modeling?" I said very bluntly, "No." Then he asked, "Would you like to try it?" Now, I don't know what he meant by 'try it'.. try what? Did he want pictures of me? I don't get it. I glanced back at the stand and looked at his helpless face. I told him, "No." He could see my confusion but used it to his advantage, asking, "You sure?" I looked back at the stand. I didn't know what he meant. And I kept thinking, that of all the scantily clad ladies walking by me, why The Hell did he stop me? He mentioned something along the lines of a fresh face, so I'm guessing he saw through my baggy clothes and FTW attitude. That, or he was intentionally looking for a 'minority' for bonus points to his company or something. I really don't know. I am so confused. My mother had walked ahead so she missed it all. But after talking to her later the thought struck me that I should have asked how much money modeling is.. can't be too bad right? Of course modeling isn't one of those 'good' professions, you know? Everyone looks down on them, because you were born the way that you were, and that some people get paid for their natural born looks over others is just absurd. I don't know. I may have tried modeling if it brings in good money. And if I could disapprove clothes to 'model' in. Oh the fuck well. I told the guy, "Thanks though." before walking away. I was so damned confused.
That tickled my ego though, and later I sat down about a hundred yards away and watched him to see who else he asked. Haha. I thought it would set my ego back to default (stupid video games..) or back to normal, but it kind of boosted it more. That got me thinking I should get a webcam. But I've always thought cocky, arrogant people get webcams to show off. Why else do people get webcams? And I don't want to be labled as cocky or arrogant just because I purchased something so stupid. But a current picture sure would beat my high school freshman picture..
Oh yea, this post didn't sound too happy but I'm in a "happy" mood because this badass friend of mine has a hilfuckingarious AFK message on his AIM account. Man, he lights up my life.
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2003 27 September :: 10.10 am
:: Mood: pleased
:: Music: Ace of Base "Everytime it Rains"
Haha. Peachy Affair is now up as linkware. Hope you know that term before you use it.. took a few hours to recreate the layout from my dream. And I realized, the font was neither Tahoma nor Trebuchet MS, it was Letter Gothic point 13. Ha Ha Ha. I swear I need better things to dream about.
Well, hopefully I'm going to get some new shoes in a few hours. I went looking for some last month and visited three shops, none with shoes to my standards. Sucks. I would love to run my own shoes and clothing shop. I would have only the best fucking warez available in any store, but it would only be in mine, so it wouldn't be in any other store. I wouldn't be a sell out like those blonde twins just to get an extra million bucks a month. I wouldn't merge with Wal-Mart. Anyway. I'm always having problems finding good clothes to wear. I hate brand logos on clothes for one, so that crosses out 90% of all the clothes. I just don't like advertising for a company that makes more than I ever will, you know? People are just walking billboards and I choose not to fit in if that's what society is destined to be forever. I'm usually the person wearing stuff no one else does. Either I have the weirdest fucking taste or I actually put in effort to find good clothes. Maybe it's both.
Hmm, I still have a box of auburn brown and black iris hair dye in my room. But since I'm headed towards this Korean half-beauty store, I might as well buy another box of hair dye. What shall it be.. green, purple, or bright blue? Someone said I should get purple.. The store has yellow, orange, red, pink, purple, blue, blue black, green, and then a lot of natural hair colors. Oh, I just talked to my brother and he has no money for the Renaissance Festival tomorrow. My sister mentioned not having a lot of money earlier, too. Damnit. To buy hair dye or not to buy.. Well, fuck, I did plan to go to that store monday and try to get a job. Fuck the hair dyes, I probably wouldn't get hired with something unnatural. Godamnit.
Wish me luck on those shoes..
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2003 27 September :: 5.29 am
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Ace of Base "The Sign"
Music and Fest Shtuff
I haven't heard Ace of Base in probably a year or two, no kidding, and my sister stops by at 2pm today with CDs. She asks if I have any good ones and sorts through my neatly-piled stash, then asks if I wanted any CDs. She sees an empty Ace of Base CD case in my pile and comments having the disc. She removed the current CD in my player and put in Ace of Base's Greatest Hits. Well, to skip the overwhelmingly exciting story, I hadn't heard Ace of Base in such a long time and right as I went on the Internet "The Sign" comes on the fucking radio. What's the odds? Honestly, what's the odds?
In other music related news, I thought to myself today about what kind of music is my favorite. That seems to be the most commonly asked question when it comes to online chatting, other than "A/S/L?" (bitches), so I wanted to give a direct answer the next time I was asked that. I realized that I cannot shove my favorites into one category, and that my favorites wouldn't fit on a short list at all. I listen to virtually all types of music. I suppose if I had to pick a category it'd be Alternative, but I also love Punk rock and Ska just as much. Just about the only categories I don't listen to, as much, is rap, country, classical, jazz, and musicians who only became famous because of their dad *cough*Kelly Osbourne*cough*. (I really can't stand her.) But there are always exceptions. I have heard some good rap songs, I'm sure, though they kind of elude me right now.. and I love Pachbelle, and Lee Ann Womack's "I hope you dance". Acid jazz is great too. So if I ever had to answer what my favorite music is later on in life, I'd say, "Good music." To me, that's just what it is. It doesn't matter where the music comes from, or what it sounds like, fast or slow, hard or soft, if it's good I'll like it. I've always considered myself to have good taste in everything, and I'll listen to everything at least once, so I'm not discriminatory to any one genre. I'm too open-minded, but I think that makes me a better person.
As I mentioned earlier, my sister stopped by. We talked about the Renaissance Festival in which we'll probably go again this Sunday. For a change, I have more than $10 dollars this weekend, so I offered to pay for her ticket if she couldn't afford it this week. She also will be bringing another friend.. so I guess that's fine. I really don't care about people I don't know. I suppose that sounds rude, but it's not meant to be. I'll talk to them and seem pretty damned interested but if I never talk to them again it's all the same to me. It's kind of like they're not there as long as they're not talking to me.
I haven't touched my costume yet. I wanted to stop by a store to buy some yards of cloak-worthy material but I haven't been outside since last weekend. I already put in about four hours into the pewter figurine though, but I haven't started the other. Damn, today will be hellish. I'll have about $33 by tomorrow though, so money is no longer a concern for me. It's just the costume, pewter figurines, and a stupid cut near my forehead. I don't know why I do stupid things to myself, but my head was bleeding a little this morning when I talked with my sister. Damnit. Knowing me it won't be healed until next week. Maybe I should wear a hat to the fest.
I haven't been feeling very well either. I just got out of this depressing state of mind and now it feels like I'm falling back into it. I'm just stressed. My parents are going to blow over $4,000 into basement repairs and I hate seeing them spend so much money. I feel like they don't have to, but if they don't who will? I'd love to help out if I had the money. Eh. Come Monday, I wanted to walk to a food store and ask if they're hiring. I know they are, but that's just me. I really hope I end up walking to their store, I'm just so damned lazy and laid back that I usually don't do much. If I go, I really hope they pay at least $7 an hour. Any less and I won't want to work there. I know a place nearby that's hiring for $11-12 an hour, but I don't like the area. Picky fucking me.
So, I had this dream earlier and in it someone was on the computer. The screen they were looking at was peach/salmon colored and the scrollbar had some white in it. Then the font was black and looked like Tahoma or Trebuchet MS. I wanted to make a website layout using that scheme.. I'll do that after this post and leave a link if I like it.
Well.. after I install MSN 6.0.. I hate installing or downloading.. hope it's quick.
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