||[Jan. 4th, 2005|08:54 pm]
|||||Hit in America - Beat Crusaders (BECK)||]|
SO, What’d you do in California?
Alright...Last time I posted was...Before X-mas. So....I’ll start with that. This is another one of those stupid long ones that were written over a several day period ‘cause I was deprived of good internet.
Ah yeah...These get really depressing. Sorry >_<;
Thursday, December 30....On a train.
Christmas was my friend this year. I’m a happy puff.
Everyone (most people anyway) are probably aware of my bun bun (bunny) Jumpy, and have heard the tale of the five fabled Puffalumps Well,
my X-mas wish was to acquire one last Puffalump, which I would keep in a box, just to see what they looked like before I loved them...Um...Gently. If you’re not familiar with my bunnies, all five of them...They’re kinda...Uh...Very loved (They look like they’ve lived through thousands of years in desert holy wars)
I’m sure if you ever get my dad and me in one place, he’ll tell you the story of the first bunny prophet, and make sure to embarrass me to death.
He says it’s in the job description for dads.
Anyway, so...I opened this one box and...FUSHIGI NO MYSTERY! It was a bun bun! YAAAAAY! Then, he made me open this other box and it was Another One, this time in a case!
I’m the happiest puff in the world. So I named them Fumpy (Fee Fye Foe Fumpy) And Yumpy (A.K.A. Zumpy)
Now I’ve got 7.
Lumpy, Pumpy, Uppy, Bumpy, Jumpy, Fumpy, And Yumpy.
Karaoke Revolution has to be like, the best game since Harvest Moon, more singing fun and Every bit as addictive.
OMGZ, Shiruken earrings KICK ASS.
Right so, I’m not gonna sit here and rattle all my loot off to you (It’d be incredibly boring for you....Wait...I like torturing people with lame-itude...) So...I go on to other days....Doo Dee Doo....
The day after X-mas (Post-pear tree, the day with the turtle doves...Whateva) I hopped in the car at about three a.m. to visit mommykins. I flew Jet Blue again (Which I recommend for everybody’s traveling needs, they are like, SO the coolest airline in the entire world ) And that was nice, um....I was about to like...Murder some kid who was all like...”The plane’ll crash mommy...And we’ll all DIIIIEEEEEE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I felt that the airline giving me plastic knives was fate (This lasted all five hours of the flight)...But, this dead Asian chick next to me was well.....Dead, and I didn’t wanna wake her up (Her boyfriend was like, the F*&%#@^ Governator or something)
That was fun.
So, I get to California, all in a murderous state, I managed to smack the kid with my bag in the way out...I just wished I’d filled it with *&%^$R%^^O*&$%78$%($%&* Concrete instead of soft, gushy, laptop.
Lessee....I uh...Get off the plane...And went to this place that had like, yummy muffins of death. This place made me wish I was more of a muffin person. This lady owned the shop and she was nice enough to talk to me about how she started off and how one could raise through the ranks of Baker-ness to attain the ultimate master chief officer position of Legendary status known as....BAKERY OWNER! (Dun Dun Duuuuun)
Her circumstances were very different from mine, but It was still an interesting story and helped me gain \337 lThursday, December 30</b>
Now we’re an hour away.
Thursday, December 30
Now we’re 10 minutes away.
Chibs and I formulated a plan, where she gets off the train later than I do (They don’t expect her to come) and....yeah.
There was my thought.
HEY! Lets all switch around words in the English language at my whim just ‘cause they’re easier to type than what the actual words mean.
The rest of Thursday-
Yeah so like, my cousin is a bombshell (guys are SO not leaving her alone, but that’s okay, ‘cause she’s ghetto streetwise....I.E.-She’ll kick them’s butts.
I ended up not having anywhere to sleep, so I slept on some chair in the living room...Evidently my bed automatically turned into my sister’s bed, nor was I gonna sleep anywhere near that room either (her, “So, where you sleepin?” tells all).
You kinda get used to that.
Friday, December 31, 2004, In hiding.
I stayed together yesterday...But I kinda had to shut myself off today. It wasn’t... how you say...A fun night.
Small children came in the morning and we went to have the whole picture thing done-I’ll try and scan that ‘cause we’re all cute.
I played DDR in an Arcade. There was this one dude that liked...Ownzed-ed the game. Everyone was like....Dude, Hot stuff.
I lost my Stud Earrings...This is bad ‘cause the Shiruken are really Faruken Heavy. Ow.
DDR-ing with freakin’ dumbbells in my ears.
There they are....
There’s supposed to be a massive PS chat, but Grandpeople’s AIM doesn’t work.
nor do I know my password.
Saturday, January 1, 2005-Five minutes after the ball dropped
So like, my sister decided to freak out (which is pretty common) I did my usual “Could you like perhaps, tell me what’s wrong? I’d like to help and you’re being an ass-hat” routine, which-as usual, she just got annoyed with.
So I asked how I was ‘sposed to understand her if she never told me anything. I’d like to be a part of my sister’s life-whether she likes it or not, at one point I knew her better than anyone, and I don’t want to loose that understanding she never knew we had (She’s dim).
I mean, she gets so much attention, and people worry about her more than anyone else, the least she could do is like...Communicate.
I mean, if I have a problem, I can usually hide it, but If I can’t (Like her) I’ll at least tell someone. Dude, if it’s as bad as it sounds, I think someone should know.
My uncle took a chair in the same room as mine. Grr. He snores. Now I’m chairless.
Three minutes later:
I inform my sister of my chair thing. She’s still being lil’ miss ‘My life sucks-drama-drama’ for no reason, so she storms past and gives me the bed.
Which now I don’t want ‘cause like....Dude. She’ll be mad at me for her lack of common sense.
This chick is a nutcase.
She could at least like, NOT be mad at me for her breakdown. I don’t know what it’s for but it’s making me MORE sociopath-like than I already was.
Okay....I all tried talking again....
I WANT TO KILL HER.
I wanna take her stupid little head, and I want to squish it until her brain connects to the nerve ending so she can stop being a ^%#&%. Dude, like, what’s the point of me being her fooken sister if I don’t know anything and she doesn’t even want me here. Does anyone want me here? I’m not helping anything and I’m useless. I’m either being made fun of or ignored. I’ve been more than patient and I’d like to just stop having to worry about everyone around me all the time. I haven’t been able to eat anything all day and I’m losing eyebrow-ness by the second (Trichotillamania, took me seven and a half years to get ‘em back) .
What’s the point of being her sister. I may as well be ‘Bob, the gas attendant’ from Milwaukee.
My dad’s not picking up the phone even though there’s no ways he’s asleep. Dude, it’s New Years.,.
I can tell tomorrow will be one of those memorable days- full of picnics and bunnies, eating cake under a flowering tree.
Ooh, I managed to get my hand numb hitting a whicker Dresser.
Later-er (1 a.m.-ish)
This has been a great little morning thing.
Chibs came back in, did that whole ‘guilt-trip-while-apologizing’ thing that big sisters do.
That made me feel as much better as if someone stepped all over a bug and then was like...”Oh...That was a nice bug. Sorry but, you were in my way”.
Big sisters have a way of making life in general your fault.
This time, I almost wish this was my fault, just so I wouldn’t have to worry.
I’d like her to read this post sometime. I know she doesn’t care about my feelings at all but, I want her to know I’m still an ally for her.
I forced her to take the bed. I’ve got dibbs on floor-space.
The rest of That day and some of the Next.
I woke up a little before nine. At some point my Aunt turned on the T.V. to this show (24 hour marathon) called “Monk” about this obsessive Compulsive phobic Detective Dude.
I have a new favorite show.
I remember having stocked the first season Box-set when I worked at Suncoast. It caught my eye ‘cause of the weird name, dude, I was like...’A show about monks? I suits? What?’ But now that I know how freaken awesome this show is...It’s butt is mine (along with the newly released second season and Samurai Champloo) the second I go shopping somewhere where they have DVD’s.
I fully intended to watch the entire marathon, but no...I had to go to the mall. My cousin felt the need for a bracelet, so we kinda went in every store until she found...Nothing.
I. on the other hand, got an arm bandie thingie, and some manga (Woo! Ken Akamatsu! And...The other guy!)
I actually ate some stuff today (mostly liquid, but I had half a cheeseburger, a lil’ French toast, and pie) so that was good.
When we got back...I watched more Monk....until now, at 1:48 on Sunday where My Uncle kicked me out ‘cause he wanted to do something weird like, sleeping, or whatever. I left the room for a minute and all goes dead. I’ll never get to know killed the old dude. Grr.
I got a new idea for a story (second one in as many weeks) this one, unfortunately, was kinda inspired by the tsunami. Only about as much as Nadia was inspired by ‘2000 Leagues Under the Sea’ though, it was mainly just how all the animals fled the shoreline a while before the waves hit. I mean, I already knew they did but...Whatever. Right pointing out of info during the right mindset or something.
I’ve been agitated, but I haven’t gone postal today. Although, I’m horribly nervous and now have virtually no eyebrows. Again.
I honestly thought I’d finally fixed that.
Oh, my sister washed my bunny. It’s now a lighter shade of grey.
We’re leaving today.
I want my kitty.
I also want my sister to stop snoring like a rabid giraffe.
January 2, 2005....Laterer.
Oh my Gosh.
I’ve got two months left. I can’t even read most kanji, I’m shaky with Katakana. I can only ask for or tell basic things. I don’t know words for ¾ of my body parts.
We’re SO dead.
Krista called me, but I lost the signal. Darn Mountainies.
January 2, 2005...On a train. Again.
Neon-Monki to Blue-Star:
I could SO make bad Togari References here.
I’m seven and a half hours from home.
Penguins aren’t mammals.
Still on Train:
My sister and I are writing (developing) a detective story. We’re inspired by Detective Conan, Kindaichi and Monk.
We’ve each got two characters (I already have a favorite) and they’re all teachers. Xina’s gonna write an outline for the first story. If I can tell who did it, and why-She has to re-write it.
I’m good at detective stories.
These should be fun.
Later on the train.
My sister is Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.
I pissed. Now I’m pisseder.
Epiphany, on the Train:
I worry about people too much. I mean, seriously, I’m spending all of my time obsessing over the welfare of my friends, family, and myself. I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘Carefree’. I don’t understand how it works. I envy those who truly are, I pity those who delude themselves that they are. These people, that I worry about, don’t even really care that I care or not. I’m even starting to worry about my self for worrying too much. What kind of freak 16 year-old am I? I act like, 40-something. This is why I don’t like getting close to people, they make me worry too much, and that makes me go more nuts than I already am. Even though I can’t take care of anyone, nor do I have the ability to help anyone, I sit there and waste everyone’s time, and my own sanity crying over things I didn’t cause and can’t help.
Yup...Still on Sir Train A lot.
Ne-chan and I watched Naruto. Unfortunately, my CDR’s are damaged, not really sure why, but it worked well enough to get through the fist three episodes. It got a little annoying though, SO I’ll just re-download ALL of Naruto (Since I missed the least like....Kajillion episodes anyway) and I’ll start it from the beginning again for her. As for when I’m NOT with my sister (Which is like...Most of the time) I’ll just pick up where I left off.
By the time I’m done with HXH, Naruto, and all the Fullmoon WS and KKM I’m missing, I should be in Japan. And that’s if I go through this all quickly. I’ll probably never get around to finishing Arc the Lad, LR, KOR, Slayers, or anything else I left off of and promised to finish.
Gawd, I act like I’ll be completely cut off from anime when I’m in Japan.
What am I? A retard?
It’s like...DUDE!? Hi uh? Anime is JAPANESE... DEEEEER.
Not Japanese ‘Deer’.
I guess I’m just used to it on the internet. Which I may not have.
Oh my god...I might not have internet.
Train...Still...Although We’re only twenty minutes away:
We watched Kindaichi. I dunno if Chibs is hooked...But she should be. I’m strongly urging her to get the books.
They’re like the Conan cases, but longer and more depressing.
Yay for mysteries (We’ve become completely obsessed with them....WooCH!)
I’m twenty minutes from home, LA LA! I’m twenty minutes from home YIPEE!
Doo dee Doo!
Ah, so like, because I never check my Nee-mail, we’re setting up a LJ for the story, ‘cause otherwise we’ll never get in touch to get this thing off the ground.
Then again...She hasn’t posted to her LJ in like...Six months...Which is about how often I check my e-mail, so we’re equal quantities of lame.
Like sister like...other sister.
I’m not sure if I want to say what the LJ handle is. I’ll ask my sister ifI should say.
January 4th , 2005-
We got home, I saw Krista.
Couldn’t handle people-ige so I stayed home (For everyone’s own protection) on Monday. Today, I tried, but went home early (Which was advised earlier by dad).
When I told Krista (Earlier) That I probably wouldn’t make it to 5th period (the whole explaining process really didn’t come out right),so she really didn’t understand and she kinda stormed out. We haven’t talked since. I tried calling her but she hasn’t called back.
She’s never been mad at me for more than 10 hours before, so I’m really sad.
Family type people seem to think I’ve gotten seriously depressed, and they’re probably right. I’ll try and pull out soon. I’m just not all that motivated to right now.
My teachers and my friends think I’m just being lazy, and they might be right. I really don’t know.
I haven’t been doing well, anything, other than that. I just pet the kitty. I think I’ll exercise my head off tomorrow morning; maybe those happy endorphins will make me um...Happy.
I haven’t made a corny joke in like...A week.
What a mess.