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Monday, July 30, 2001
Getting a shitload of anime from Michael....supposedly.
I'll be joyous if/when it comes.
Too tired to feel much of anything at the mo.
Reading Sith Academy again, from the beginning.
Think after this Lesson, I'm gonna eat and pass out.
Maybe play a game while I digest.
Jeez, I'm tired. Oy.
Gotta get a Darth Maul doll. Mmm, Maul-sama.....
Hey! Meggy! Melly! I love you guys!
........no idea what brought that on.
Ok. Read. Eat. Sleep.
And if the money doesn't come today, send a payment reminder.
Really. Gonna do it today. For real. Definitely.
Probably not.
sounds like curve, "chinese burn"
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Saturday, July 28, 2001
Can someone please tell me what the FUCK is happening here?? I mean gods almighty, George, I know you want Ep2 to be as mysterious as possible until it comes out, but why are you even bothering? Its...I...arms, alright? There's arms, and you are evil, and the sense, there is none.
I'm not even going to get started on the shot of Hayden Christensen laying down in the dark. Purpose? Jeeeeee-zus. Its times like this I wish I smoked so I could light a cigarette and have it bob between my lips as I ranted. There's something oddly satisfying about that imagery. ........too much Denis Leary in high school, I guess.
Eh. I've been on a kick the last few days. Week. Something. I actually started working on my custom Star Wars doll, behold my fleeing sanity. *shrugs* I had an extra Amidala doll, alright? And, let's face it, while its a pretty doll, it looks absofuckinglutely nothing like Natalie Portman. Or even that chickee who played Sabé....way to go, Hasbro. But, um, y'know. Sewing up new clothes, which I'm actually becoming not-horrible at. Removed all her facepaint. Cut off most of her hair. Don't want to cut it all off until I get her a wig. Or, if I absolutely have to, get a bag of hair and restrand her myself. Not looking forward to that. Definitely hoping for a wig. Then I have to repaint her face and possibly part of her torso -- yeefuckinghaw -- so that they're pale but not white, and all one color. Then I have to paint in her eyes and eyebrows, then her facial tattoos, then I have to sculpt fucking horns and glue the damned things on. Then I have to finish her clothes, giving her an outer tunic and a cloak, and finally, sculpting her a lightsaber. Why am I doing this again??
Oh, right. Psychotic and obsessive, with delusions of creativity. Thanks. Almost forgot for a sec.
sounds like john williams & the london symphony orchestra, "duel of the fates"
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Friday, July 27, 2001
Returned Legaia. Came back with volume one of Neon Genesis Evangalion instead. And yes, I do know I'm the only person in the universe who hasn't seen it. Sickly, I know most, if not all of the traumatic spoilers, and have for a few years. Yay, me.
We had a time at the store, tho, cause I'd left my wallet at home -- hadn't originally planned on renting anything, y'know? -- which meant no member card, and no ID, and my dad's name apparently isn't listed as an alternate renter on the card. So there was a long moment of me being like, "But you see, if he has the same last name and address as the woman who OWNS the card, and we know the first name its UNDER, then don't you think we're maybe related and its OKAY??" Ya dipshit.... Ne, we got the EVA, tho, and that's what matters. I think.
Had a weird convo with my ex. He's a little uncomfortable about shounen ai (which is kind of funny, cause guy/guy shite is my absolute favorite) and his cousin's ex-boyfriend apparently told him he wanted to have sex with him -- YUM! KitCatt want piccies!! -- and, ah, then he let me babble on about Ai no Kusabi....and actually seemed interested in the romance aspect of it. O.O!!! Dammit, Michael, if you turn queer on me now....I will so love you forever. ^^;;
sounds like n'sync, "the star-spangled banner"....again
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Wednesday, July 25, 2001
Gotta take Legend of Legaia back tomorrow/today. I've had it like, three weeks. -_-;;
But...I'm almost at the end!! Of course, I've thought that about four times now. "Ok, so this is the last place, and I gotta go thru here and fight this guy, and its over, right? .....wait, he's dead and its not ending. I have to do what now??"
Its weird, tho, cause it seems abnormally short for an RPG, but at the same time, its freakishly long for a single disc. *cries* I want to own it and beat and fucking throw it out the window already!!!
Ano...Melly-poo? We need togetherness. Come online now so I can badger you into picking my aging license-less ass up!!!
sounds like aqua, "cartoon heroes"
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Watched Girl, Interrupted with my dad last night. I'd seen it before, but it had been a good while. I'd forgotten how much cursing was in it. Normally, I don't really care, as I myself curse, and sometimes I curse a LOT. But I'd been watching Pitch Black right before Girl came on, and that had oh, maybe an eighth of the cursing Girl did. People were dying left and right, but everyone sounded intelligent, and rarely cursed. Girl had very little death, but they just would not stop with the fuckings. It just wearying, and in Winona Ryder's case, it really seemed like she was saying it because she thought she should. Blyeh. Now I remember why I didn't like the movie. ¬_¬
Anyway. My dad actually came in about half-way through the flick, and he wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but it was funny, cause he thought Angelina Jolie's character (or, as he called her, "the girl with the stringy hair") seemed the sanest of the bunch....and was, therefore, the most mental. *grins* Sometimes, I really love the way my dad thinks.
sounds like n'sync, "the star-spangled banner"
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Tuesday, July 24, 2001
I, ah, I appear to be mildly obsessed with Lance Bass. And no, re-reading that sentence will not make the name change. Nor will it make it make more sense, nor will it magically become a joke. And yes, I am going to hell, but we already knew that.
I've always been kind of entranced by him, on account of his head being plastic and all, and there is something undeniably fey about the man. What can I say, I like guys who make you stare at them for a minute, then turn to your best friend and go, ".....is he gay?"
Altho to be perfectly honest, I think my real reaction, back when Nsync first started being everywhere, was something closer to ".....is it me, or is he plastic? And possibly gay." And well, there wasn't actually anyone in the room.
But, anyway. The frightening five were on Leno tonight, and yes I was bored enough to watch it. Lance was wearing the most hideous pants, and for some reason he seems unable to shave under his chin, but he managed to find shirts that actually went with his pants, and at least he wasn't walking around with a giant flower on his back, unlike someone else in the group....yeah, alright, so I can't actually tell Chris and Joey apart. Except that Chris is marginally more mutastic. I think.
So, ah, I pretty much sat in stupified awe at the reaction these brats got just by walking, or speaking. Or occasionally just breathing. I thought it was cool that their entire fan section cooed when the Smooshed-Headed One said he loved Britney. I wasn't expecting teeny-boppers to be supportive of girlfriends who weren't them. And it was oddly educational in a pop-culture sort of way. And I think I want to be JC, cause he's adorable, and entertaining, and gets to sit near Lance, and I swear you can almost hear the wind whistling thru his ears.
I think what made me go from vaguely entranced to mildly obsessed, tho, was the fact that Lance didn't say a thing during the whole interview. He just kind of sat behind JC and watched everyone else talk. He raised his hand when Jay asked if any of them were single, tho, like he was twelve or something. And when they were asked who lies the most...the others all volunteered him. And still he didn't say a word, just raised an eyebrow and allowed his face to be skooshed for a close-up with this "what the hell did I do" expression. For some reason, that was just incredibly endearing to me.
And my god, those pants were hideous.....
sounds like andras jones, "superlame"
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Monday, July 23, 2001
So, I stayed up all night doing pretty much nothing, which I find very therapuetic. And then around 4am, I caught the "Weapon of Choice" video, which I love, as Chris Walken is both scary and cool, and he displays them both very well in that vid. Also, Fatboy Slim rocks.
After that, I felt almost cheerful, and I decided to try and help that feeling along, as it is a rare visitor to me, and one that tends to drastically understay its welcome. So I threw some TGIFriday's potato skins in the oven, ripped open another Coke, and dug out my Letters 'zine (still the best TPM fic ever written, thank you very much).
I think I finally passed out around seven, and when I woke up....my dad had turned on the AC. *glances around furtively* I think the world's going to end. But that's okay. I've got Meggy on the ICQ, cool air flowing, and plenty of Obi/Qui WAFF...dosed heavily with angst, danger, and h/c. And if heaven doesn't allow slash and wicked digi-goth Snuzzy Nugs, that's okay. I always figured I was going to hell, anyways. ^_^
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Saturday, July 21, 2001
So, my mom's leaving for a geneaology convention this afternoon.
She'll be gone a week.
So its just me....the cat...and my dad.
I can't leave, because my father will neither feed the cat nor empty its box.
But I don't want to be here.
I want to be away, and crying, and very much away.
I just...I don't want to be alone with my demon.
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Friday, July 20, 2001
Why is it, Lou-chan's partially incoherent feedback made more sense to me than my mom's articulate response? o.O;
*bounces* I wanna work on Ewanness!!
.....................I miss Amelia.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Its cold in this room.
I'm not emailing this shithead for Mom anymore. She does not pay me enough to compensate for the stress and frustration. I'm not even going to read his two latest emails, she can do that, too. I refuse to undo the goodness done by my chiropractor this afternoon, I just refuse.
Besides, I kind of feel like crying, anyway. Don't need that shit.
I kind of feel like working on something, but like....I don't feel like doing anything by myself. Welcome to my idiocy.
sounds like travis, "turn"
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Tuesday, July 17, 2001
I'm shaking. I'm honest to fucking god shaking. This piece of cerebral spunk has me fucking shaking. Do you have any idea how mad I have to be to physically shake?! I...oooooooooh, let me kill him. Or let someone else kill him, I don't care, just have him fucking die, because he's not contributing to the world in any way, he can't possibly, and be this fucking retarded.
No. I'm sorry, that was wrong of me. That was fucking cruel and insultive to retards.
For every email I send him, I get roughly four back. They babble in different ways, doing little more than to prove that he's an idiot who was only able to graduate because his teachers couldn't fucking stand the thought of having him in their class one goddamned second longer, and nearly all of them ask for the total and address to send payment to. Which I gave him, in very clear terms, more than once. And judging from his emails, he is, quite miraculously, getting ALL of my emails EXCEPT the ones containing the info. HOW DOES THAT MOTHERFUCKING HAPPEN?!?!?
What's that, Georgie? It DOESN'T, you say? Well, aren't you the bright lad! Here, here's a rusty, razor-blade covered dildo. Go fuck him in the ear with it. Don't worry, it won't hurt him, but it will make you feel all warm and happy inside.
Good god, I'm fucking insane. He's driven me completely fucking postal. And the best part? Oooh, the very best, ass-puss, diarrhea-slut BEST part is...he's now getting all superior and indignant to me. He has no concept of spelling or grammar, he can't keep track of info or his emails, and I'm really starting to think he's a motherfucking liar, and HE is putting on the offended party act. Why? Because I'm threatening his "perfect feedback" record. Fuck you, little man, eBay takes a commission based on the winning bid for an item, so yes, if we don't get our thrice-damned money, you bet your ass we're reporting you as a non-paying bidder, and oh fuck yes, you will be seeing some negative feedback, and you won't even be able to complain to them, because I will trash your credibility and I will put it in prettiest, purplest prose you have ever seen and every single word will be spelled CORRECTLY, because I, little man, am a pissed-off writing major. Slurp shit and die.
But, OH! Lookee here! You're all snotty because I'm not writing back the very second you email me, with the information that I already gave you, but which you somehow managed not to recieve. I'm sorry, was I supposed to respond to one email four seperate times in the same day, each time giving lame-ass excuses and asking for something that already been given to me? Oh, here. Let me inform you, a THIRD time, and oh, look. I managed to be both indignant and polite at the same time....and gosh! Is that proper spelling? And grammar? And good god, I'm actually using sentence structure and *gasp* punctuation! Heavens! Whatever will I fucking think of next?
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Amazon has free shipping now when you buy two or more items.
Amazon has a number of items that Catt-chan is interested in.
Catt-chan has been stressed and depressed lately.
Catt-chan often buys things when she is stressed and depressed.
Catt-chan is broke, and would like to be a good girl and not spend her mother's money.
Amazon has free shipping now when you buy two or more items.
Catt-chan is in hell.
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Monday, July 16, 2001
So. Had to download a new(er?) version of IE because the other day my main email decided it no longer liked Netscape. Have I mentioned that I despise IE? Have I mentioned that the incessant clicking sound it makes every time you ask it to do something makes me want to saw open my wrists with a Crayola marker? No? Funny, I could've sworn we'd discussed that.
Moving along. The reason I needed to get to my email, and thus was forced to upgrade my copy of the devil's testicles, is eBay. I had to see if the person who'd bought my El Hazard tape had emailed me. Or if one of the mental gimps who'd won my mom's auctions had gotten back to me. And of course, the really smart one, the one who can't spell little words like "quick" and apparently can't read either, has emailed me three times. Not in response to my last email, but to the one before last. Which he had already responded to four times. Twice I have given him the total, the accepted forms of payment, and the address to which to send it. TWICE. With clearly labeled subject lines. And do you know what he's asking?
That's right, boys and girls. For me to send him the total and the address.
I'm not sure what to set on fire first...my head, or his dick.
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Finally finished Glue, f-i-n-a-l-l-y. *thrums softly* It was kind of odd at parts, cause you had the cunts from Trainspotting flitting thru, so like, however you've got Gally and crew envisioned in your head....all of a sudden they're talking to Robert Carlysle and the Ew(a/e)ns. o.O; It was nice, tho, the post-Trainspotting glimpse of Rents. All paragraph of it. *lol*
I need more bookies, now, tho. *stares for a second at a growing stack of unread books before nudging them under the bed* Ehm...more Irvine Welsh bookies, but.
Ah, look. The post-reading bouts of speaking like Welsh-sama's characters has already begun.....
sounds like pf project featuring ewan mcgregor, "choose life"
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Friday, July 13, 2001
Vin Diesel looks damn good in a suit. Not that this surprises me, as he looks damn good in a bit and chains, as well, but, hey, muscles and dressing up do not always combine well.
So...yes, I did just rent Boiler Room for him. I mean, jesus, people, who else would I rent it for? Giovanni Ribisi? Don't get me wrong, the little maggot has talent, but could he possibly mutter and slur his lines a little bit more? Please? What with him being the main character and all, its not like we want or need to understand what he's saying. >.< It pains me to say this, but Gio, take a few lessons from Ben Affleck. Yes, he's grotesque and overrated, but the boy can E-NUN-CI-ATE.
On the other hand, Gio's way of speaking did serve to make Vin look that much more luscious. Let's face it, would you rather listen to a guy with a non-descript voice who you can only sometimes make out, or a guy whose voice sounds like nothing so much as a big cat purring, and understands that most words have consonants?
........................................and y'know, it was just painful how much of an ending that movie didn't have.
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Wednesday, July 11, 2001
Currently, this is what dQ will look like after the move. Isn't it the shiteingest thing you've ever seen?
Talent would just...really be fabulous right now. *rubs forehead*
Melly should abduct herself and come here for a bit. Or maybe I should just shut up and go cry. They're both good ideas.
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Monday, July 09, 2001
I email idiots for money! Yes, folks, that's right, for $2 a pop, now you too can have someone else email those painfully stupid fuckheads for you! Money orders, checks, and Paypal accepted.
Fu-uck me. Welcome to my life, please drive thru.
So. Obsessed with Vin Diesel. Planning on renting The Iron Giant. Yes, I thought that would scare you. It scares me, too. Happily, my plot is being waylaid by a shitload of Pitch Black fic. Envision Vin-sama naked and sweaty? Why, I'd be delighted! Thank you so much!
Dude, I SOOOOOOOO have a plan for this place, a redesign, I know EXACTLY how I want it to look. Problem is, I'm going to have to settle for a really lame sort-of instead of the über-cool dead on. *sighs* What is this talent of which I hear so much.....
Oh, hey. My rosary came today. Everybody -- SNOOPY DANCE!!! *Snoopy Dances*
sounds like morning musume, "love machine"
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Sunday, July 08, 2001
Wheee. Been up too long. Melting from the heat.
Yesterday was good. Played mini-golf with mom and bought some CDs. Yes, I am a dork. I am also now a completely broke dork, won't you come again?
I always seem to say the stupidest things when I'm tired and melting.
As opposed to normal when I'm just moronic.
sounds like pavement, "filmore jive"
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Friday, July 06, 2001
I've been kind of off today. Tired and depressed, for no reason I can see. I hate being like that. Seems like I'm like that most of the time, tho. Or is it just, "most of the time, lately?"
I got to talk to Meg, tho, so happies, and I got her a prezzie, and getting things for people I love always cheers me up....wish I could do it more.
Also got to see her blog again...Netscape's still giving me the communications error message when I try to go there, but my stone-age Explorer loads it quite prettily. She makes things so simple, and yet absolutely gorgeous at the same time. *sighs and strokes screen* Meg-chan no megami-sama.....
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Thursday, July 05, 2001
As of this second, HalSparks.com is my favorite website ever.
Check out "Past" and it'll be yours, too. *eg*
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Wednesday, July 04, 2001
Parents at Uncle Frank's.
Air conditioning on.
Talking to Tou-chan on YaHell.
Chinese food and Coke, lots.
Kitty behaving.
Slick flick on the telly.
Mel Gibson is the goddamned man.
Marry me, Mr. Vomit-head.
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Tuesday, July 03, 2001
God, I am totally sleep girl lately. Its like, sleep...with occasional breaks for protein and entertainment. Then I just feel so gross and dead that I go back to bed. I'm either coming down with something, or the humidity is bothering me more than I thought.....
Family thing on the 4th. Is that just an evil of my family, or do all American fams do that? "We must gather and gorge ourselves to celebrate our independence!" *blinks repeatedly* Alri-ight. Guess what I'm violently not going to, for the umpteenth year in a row?
Oh! I made a banner for b-Aoi, but I can't decide what format it looks better in. [ jpeg | gif ]
I'm kind of leaning towards the jpeg, but that might just be because its slightly less K. ^^; Neeeee, KitCatt no baka.....
sounds like katty b., "let's hear it for the boy"
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Monday, July 02, 2001
Randy Harrison looks really bizarre with a goatee. Cause he's so young looking, and like.....now its like, "pretty little boy......with facial hair!" o.O;
You'll notice I didn't say he looked bad, tho.
Gods, I feel so much better for having watched the QaF special. Cause even tho I know in the show's continuity Justin's still in really bad shape.....at least its not the image I'm carrying in my head of him. Nono, instead its of his actor, with facial hair, and being all shy and adorable......alternating with footage of Justin with his knees up around his ears. *whimpers* Randy-sama...do it again.....
sounds like full frontal, "you think you're a man"
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