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Contrary to popular belief, I have not been kidnapped by Russian manwhores [17 May 2010|12:01am] Wow. Long time no post. I'm so bad at these things. But I suppose that's going to change now, considering my new-found status as official graduate and unemployed loser. It will also give me far more time to explore Kiwi television. Except most of it sucks - that is, aside from Outrageous Fortune and my newly-acquired obsession, Go Girls. Go Girls is pretty much just an episodic chick flick with New Zealand accents. That said, it has Alix Bushnell, my new PB of choice. I have seriously been screencapping and icon-ing her like crazy; I cannot wait to use her for something. Unfortunately, RP is a bit non-existent these days, particularly HP-themed ones. Colon Shift Left Parenthesis. But I don't care. I'll RP with myself if I have to, as long as I can use Alix for a character. Look! And look again! Isn't she cute? Even her character on the show is epically cute. Actually, she reminds me a bit of Cassie from Skins, except saner. Plus, she has the best fairy outfits I have ever seen, which is certainly something to be commended for. I will also admit that if Britta (Alix's character) does not get together with Brad, I will officially cut someone. I don't know who. I don't know when. But it will happen. You have been warned. More mindless drabble (drivel + babble) to come. post comment

[04 Jul 2008|10:53pm] [ mood | confused ] Okay, like, so I had something interesting to say. And then I forgot it. The story of my life. And it probably wasn't even interesting. It was probably about all the toast I've been eating or something pointless like that. I love toast. New York toast tastes the best. Even whole-wheat, burnt toast from The Life Café with suspicious-looking nuts in it. And the only interesting thing I have to contribute to today's useless update iiiiiis: BEST THING EVARRRR Oh, I plan on doing that someday. post comment

[26 Jun 2008|10:36pm] I swear I keep seeing little black bugs crawling around my desk and keyboard. Except when I look there's nothing there. But I SWEAR I see them out of the corner of my eye. Ghost bugs? Or could they be a symptom of astigmatism? Because I do have astigmatism. Although it sounds more like a symptom of crack, if you ask me. No, not crack, more like acid. Acid and crystal meth, mayhap? Right, well, I'm blaming it on astigmatism. Okay. If anyone understands what is happening here, please tell me. 8 comments|post comment

[18 Jun 2008|01:41am] [ mood | sleepy ] Oh, flying fuckety fuck! That is all. post comment

[28 May 2008|07:46pm] [ mood | weirded out ] Why do I always get hit on by creepy old men and creepy old men alone? It's not fair. "You look just like a little Snow White! What a cute little girl you are. No, forgive me, not a girl. A woman.... A cute young woman." Yeah, that right there is pretty much the epitome of creepy. Just a couple of weeks ago I was at my old high school and the basketball coach (who is obese, old, and unattractive, which is the understatement of the century) proceeded to hit on me. While in school. Outside of the principal's office. Why only disgusting old men? Why? I apparently must be a creepy old man magnet. So. Unfair. 1 comment|post comment

[26 May 2008|12:25am] [ mood | nostalgic ] [ music | finian's rainbow bitchez ] The queen of cheesy musicals and my childhood favorite, Finian's Rainbow: post comment

[16 May 2008|01:10am] [ mood | bored ] I am itchitchitchitchiiing to RP. For serious. The summer may bring freedom, but it also brings with it endless amounts of boredom. At least for people who don't have lives (i.e., moi!). I really want some sea monkeys. Remember those? That would cure my boredom. At least for a week or so or however long it takes until they all die. Sea monkeys are like the fish you win at carnivals; they always die within a week. And then you bury the fish in the backyard and say the last rites, but the next day its grave is butchered by a greedy, hungry cat with no respect for the dead. This country. post comment

[09 Feb 2008|03:53pm] [ mood | satirical ] I don't know what I'll end up using this journal for. GJ is in a coma and this seems to be the current alternative. I remember the good old days when GJ was alive and kicking, don't you? We would hang out and talk about random, meaningless things and somehow it always made me feel so good inside. So good. But sooner or later, things took a turn for the worse. GJ didn't look so well anymore. Oh, sure, we all thought it was a little cold at first, but no matter how much chicken soup we made, GJ still got worse. I remember the day GJ was declared terminally ill. Before that day there had always been hope, even if there was an underlying sense of doom, there was still hope. Somewhere, deep down, we all thought GJ would make it through the tough times. Alas, that would not be so. No one's sure what the exact disease is, but medical officials seem to think it originated from the tropics. Studies are currently being conducted, but the possibility of a cure is grim. We all must accept GJ's fate. It's time. We don't know why, but a higher power has reasons for these strange circumstances. Maybe we were all becoming too dependent on GJ. We never really thought much about our friend's health, did we? We just assumed that GJ would live on, giving and giving and giving, but never taking. GJ was simply giving too much, and is now suffering the consequences of our blatant greed. To those of you who are praying for GJ's recovery, hold tight to your beliefs, but know that the chances for survival are slim. And now GJ is comatose. We are grieving. Some are blaming GJ itself, but this is really more a reflection of personal issues than anything else. It's only a matter of time before GJ takes its last breath. I, for one, will always hold GJ in my heart. I'll choose to look back upon the happy memories. And weren't there so many? GJ united us. It brought us together and fostered a sense of community, friendship, and hope. GJ, you are the wind beneath my wings. Fly away, little bird, fly away! post comment

[04 Feb 2008|08:45pm] [ mood | depressed ] Another journal. Except this time I'm following the GJ exodus. I've been in tons of RPs over there, but somehow I always end up getting far too busy and putting things on hold. I'd love to be in a game right now, but I know I have to devote a portion of my time to it, and right now I'm not sure I can do that. But I'm gearing up for this summer. I just realized how absurd my life is. Like, it's so boring it's absurd. So in a way it's interesting? Hm. Honestly, I usually have a lot to say. Well, technically a lot to complain about, but whatever. Seriously, though, my posts from here on out will be crazy full of complaints and pessimism and weird things I come across. It's just that I had to put my guinea pig to sleep today and yeeeaaah not fun. Otherwise, I'd be waxing negative about idiots and creepy people and anime (I have a really weird hatred for it). Gotta go, kidlets. Wow, I've never ever said "kidlets" before. That sounds like something a pedophile would say while jerking off to a bunch of children walking home from school from his window: "Damn, you precious, little kidlets sure blow my mind (and my man-juice)." Oh, pedophiles. The jokes never grow old. post comment

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