Playful as a pussycat

I love dressing up for the weekend.

Happy 16th Kristina! And THANK YOU for the rad idea of an 80's themed party.

I know I didn't talk full body pics, but hey, did I pull the top quarter off well? I'd say so.

How far will a falling star take me?

Do you ever wake up from a dream unable to breathe? So incredibly shaken and confused. As if you have to get up and check to make sure it's not true?

I just had one and I have to say, even though the content of the dream you guys might not grasp as well as I do, it affected more than a dream has in a while. I'm still feeling sick to my stomach.

I'm stressed and it was a stress dream. I think. It was probably the shock of seeing that person twice this week. I'm okay until he shows up and screws me over.

I suppose, I dunno. I think I'm okay, and then suddenly I'm not. Can emotional pain be transferred to physical pain? Because it hurts so bad I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to work today. But I'll go of course. Mother needs me there.

Ugh.

Break me down, you've got a lovely face

That would be my baby puppy. Except he's a little over a year old now.

It's funny how it happened. We got Tommy and Molly at about the same time, then suddenly within the span of about four months, we got two kittens, got rid of one, got another one, and gained a puppy.

So now we're animal people. Biscuit's sitting on my lap right now and is intently focusing on keeping my toes warm. Or not. But inadvertantly he is.

I got some great cheekiness in my peer review today. Of course I got lots of praise for my use of quotage, but my favourite line from the whole thing would have to be this;

"Writing is a bit ungraceful, weak, and a little lame."

Lame. What a great word. I wonder what my favourite word is. I don't know if I really have one. I suppose that's okay though. My kitty's nose is so cold it's making my arm condense. Or whatever. Yanno when you have a cold water outside in a glass there's condensation on the glass? Yeah. Kitty's nose is condensing on my arm. It's kind of weird feeling. I wonder if I'm the only one who gets a tissue and wipes his nose when it's running. Probably so but I bet I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be smothered in kitty snot.

I have this problem of staying up past 1AM to read books. My mother says I need to cut back. I say never!

Nevverrrrr.

Edit: For Mr. Hill if he reads it: I LOOKED UP THE QUOTE FROM LEAVES OF GRASS. ... or Song of Myself, which is where I found it. Anyways. I LOVE IT. So I've put it here for everyone to read.

The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?

I never thought you were gay.

This has to be one of my favourite Brevity comics of all time.

I mean, how can you not love this? I love this.

I really do.

Uhm, I did lots of homework today. I'm pretty proud of that. And I have to say my essay KICKS ASS. HxC baby. Carnal copulation? How can that not be loved?

.... it's got DRAMA --- The final act before the climax appears in an act of savagery unlike any seen before

Yep. And a GRAND OLD STEVE IRWIN SOUND-ALIKE.

x Harlequinn (9:39:25 PM): god
x Harlequinn (9:39:27 PM): i feel like steve irwin
x Harlequinn (9:39:29 PM): Thus begins Jack's trek into the realm of the primitive animal.
x Harlequinn (9:40:07 PM): watch closely now as he sniffs the plant, sliding on the groud on all fours, just like the crocs back at home!
jaded 0890 (9:40:08 PM): - lots of laughter here -
x Harlequinn (9:40:12 PM): oh wait! he's found something.
jaded 0890 (9:40:15 PM): - lots more laugher that stretched things too much -
jaded 0890 (9:40:20 PM): YOU MAKE MY DAY
x Harlequinn (9:40:22 PM): quiet, eaaasssy now, easy now.
x Harlequinn (9:40:28 PM): and he's picked it up!
x Harlequinn (9:40:52 PM): be very quiet, as he sniffs the clue, looking around with wide eyes to see if his prey is within sight.
x Harlequinn (9:41:04 PM): *crack* crikey! stepped on a stick
jaded 0890 (9:41:11 PM): - more laughter -
jaded 0890 (9:41:13 PM): CRIKEY
x Harlequinn (9:41:23 PM): OH LOOK! he's off! running down the path just like the little piglets themselves
x Harlequinn (9:41:31 PM): what a jolly got pet he would have made

*bows* Thank you very much.

Uhm. Yep. I'm tired. Gonna go read some. As that's what I do. A lot. Is read. Mhm.

Goodnight lovers.

My cat is sitting on my lap. I don't know if anyone appreciates the warmth of a small animal curled on their lap. It's so calming.

I search for calm in my life right now. I'm under so much stress from everything and it's hard for me to sort out. I sit there and try to work through everything and I just CAN'T. Because there's so much and I just can't handle it all. Stress dreams everynight, when I CAN sleep...

Also. My mother mentioned that birth control quite possibly could be heightening my current depression. So I dunno whether to wait it out and go on welbutrin in two months or go off the birth control. It's depressing to think about.

I really don't have much to say today. I really haven't had much to say over the past few days. Other than being on the computer is weird. I'd rather be reading. And doing homework I suppose, since I have to freaking much of it left to do.

See you chickiepoos later.

Take my hand and we'll make it; I swear

Currently listening: To as much Cheap Trick as my MP3 program can find me.

Oh my goodness. You don't realize how good a band is until you unleash one song, get curious, and find more. I ADORE Cheap Trick. I believe they're rumored to be the first 'punk-rock' band? It amazes how I figure out these little facts. I'm full of little random tidbits of information that totally irrelevant to anything anyone'll ever need, but I have them! For instance, Lori and Kristina came up to me today to asked if 'stacked' could be a chest reference. Well, of course it can. Had no one ever seen/heard of the show "Stacked" with Pamela Anderson? She works in a book store, and is... stacked.

I've become a romance junkie again. All while reading Catcher in the Rye, White Oleander, and doing homework, I've managed to buy myself 11 new books from the used book store, plus 9 more off amazon.com for 40 bucks (plus shipping and handling! I know.) Well, I've already finished 5 from the used book store, and those are 400 pages each. You do the math and realize how much I read. And how much I wish I could live in one of the stories I read. Because I'm a romantic with a heart aching for love. Except I don't think I could be in one of those books because they're all so stereotypical and I'm really not. I'm crazy and wild and I wouldn't be any other way. Maybe one of them contemporary ones. Or something.

My dad came in and started 'playing' around with me while sing-songing that I've got good grades. What I don't think he realizes the 'playing' was actually sharp pinches and I have little pinch marks on my arm now. You'd think after almost 17 years he'd realize I'm a little more sensitive than that. Blah. .... I'm almost 17. Does it hit you when you turn 17? 18? 19? That you're growing up? Or do you just slide into it, like I did with driving? It's shocking to think about now, but I have friends who are 17... soon to be 18. What does that mean? I mean, we're growing up and it seems like we're moving so fast. It's kind of scary.

How do you face it? Or do you just go along with it and let things happen as they do? I suppose so. It's something to think about. I wish I could become a novelist.

This time you've come too far.

Currently Listening: "Cavanaugh Park" by Something Corporate

Well, interesting days. First off, girl to the right. Isn't she beautiful? Suicide girls. Amazingly pretty. I wish I could do my make-up like that. But I don't have enough patience.

I went to Ball State today. It was cold, but pretty cool. Of course, I went on a tour for Elementary Education, and I'm REALLY not interested in that, but seeing the campus and buildings were pretty neat. Plus the food was good. I can't wait to go on some different college visits, really explore where I want to go and what I want to do. I'm so incredibly interested in History, but I've heard there aren't may fields for it that get paid a good salary. My parents want me to become a laywer. What a joke, me? Ha. Yeah.

Uhm, sleep isn't going to come easily to me tonight... I wish it would, but I've had way to freaking much caffeine. And I'm starving, but anything you eat after like, 6 o'clock goes straight to your hips. This sucks. Because my hips are big enough already. Hahaha. Uhm, yeah.

I can't wait until this weekend and I have some free time. And stuff. I'm feeling really restless right now. Probably the effects of the caffeine. Probably so. Watching Nip/Tuck. Great show, I've told you before.

I bought 7 books the other day for 12 dollars at the used bookstore. I've sort of leaned back into my romantic novel-stage. I also tried to get 11 books off amazon.com for 12 bucks, and like, the shipping was 38 dollars. Can you believe I'm actually considering doing it? I'm such a freak for books. Like, you almost have no idea.

So. Freaking. Wired.

And there's Konstantine... walking down the stairs in her underwear.

Currently Listening: "Hold on Loosely" by .38 Special.

Gosh. What an AMAZING movie Spirited Away is. Of course I cried (pretty much) at the end. Because it's so sad! Except it's happy too. I'm so just everywhere. Yay seratonin levels.

Same with Brokeback Mountain. The other movie I watched this weekend, 'cause I borrowed them from Rachel and Zan. They borrowed some of my movies too, so it's like a little movie circle! Isn't that fun.

I went to work today. It was long. And boring. And long. But then we went to the Johnny Appleseed Festival. Which was sort of fun. But it pretty much constituted of fat people, babies, me and my mother. Whoo hoo.

Uhm, I really don't have much to say, I just wanted to mention Spirited Away, which I love. I also seem to have this pile of candy growing in my room that I need to start digging into. Because it's GROWING. Very fast. Oh and. It's my mother's birthday tomorrow. She'll be 41. It kind of hit me today that she's like, going over the hill. Yanno? Like, she's in her FORTIES now... I spent 75 bucks on presents for her. Lots of stuff for Disney, for when we go in October (Yay, I'm missing 4 days of school. HAHAHAHA YEAH.). And a book she's been wanting... and some other little trinkets. And a cute card. I went a little crazy. But she's worth it.

I'm exhausted.

Cha cha cha changes.

Currently Listening: "Layla" by Derek and the Dominos

I just realized how boring my life is during school. I have homework, so I feel obligated to stay at home, but the problem is, I never do it. So I'm home all day floating from xanga, to Gaia, to blogger, back to Gaia, to myspace, back to Gaia again, then facebook and Gaia and then blogger. And then xanga again. And it repeats itself over and over again. Because I feel like I can't go anywhere at all, because I have homework that I have no motivation to do. It's a vicious cycle.

But then the weekend comes and I'm out like a flash. I'm out of the house, or I'm in the house doing something productive because I know I don't have to pretend to be working on homework. Oh, above. There's my reduction. That's right, you people. Size 8 throughout it all. And it's like, close to 3000 words. So at least I did something. Blah. I missed 1st period today, though I wish I hadn't - it's one of my favourites, with psychology and fiber arts.

I said I'd put my journalings of my fast up here - but honestly, it turned out longer than I expected - six pages of writing, so I'll just summarize a little. It was really neat. Once I moved past the hunger, it wasn't bad. But then the hunger came back, so that was a little bothersome. But I made it, and I wrote about it, and I'm incredibly proud of myself. So pretty much that's it.

I'm exhausted and thinking about all the stuff I've yet to do tonight. Now really all I can think about are the piercings and tattoo I want to get. I think I'll watch Rocky Horror tonight, it's sitting on my desk and calling to me.

See you later all.

Hush, hush

Currently Listening: "Holland 1945" by Neutral Milk Hotel



I really do miss my brother's long hair. He got it buzzed about two weeks ago. He just seems so different. Like, cutting his hair caused a drastic personality change. With his hair he was all about heavy metal -- Black Sabbath, Insane Clown Posse, Pantera, Iron Maiden, etc, etc. After he got buzzed, he's now all about joining the Air Force and doing football and everything. Not that I don't like where he is now... I just miss the old him, if that's understandable.

This weekend was a blast. Saturday I went to the Roanoke Fall Festival, which was neat. We watched the parade, got candy thrown at us -- really hard. We went to Starbucks, had it for the 3rd time ( I swear I don't have a problem) and then returned for the Demolition Derby. It was amazing, in all aspects. I suppose I do still have a lot of little-town in me, because watching old cars smash each other all to shit amuses me like no other. Blue, a friend of my family's almost won - 2nd place. We were all really proud of him.

Sunday I went on the AIDSWalk downtown. It was actually really moving. I dunno if any of you remember the AIDS exhibit from last year, some of the people from the pictures were there. It was really eye opening. To be around those suffering from such a terrible disease. The walk itself ... well, we got caught up in a slightly competitive walking group - so by the end we were all exhausted, sweaty, and tired. But it was worth it. ... might I mention that amount of condoms I recieved is more than enough to last a sexually active couple over a week. Haaa - maybe I'll pass them out to the older Trick-or-Treaters this year. "PRACTICE SAFE SEX KIDDIES"

.. Yeah.

I'm also going to try this fasting idea that Siddhartha tried. I'm gonna keep an account of it in my journal, and then paste it on here. Maybe it'll give you a little insight into me, what I think about, and maybe prove I'm not as shallow as I seem. It's all a facade I tell you, A FACADE. I'm excited, to say the least. It begins tomorrow at 6 AM sharp.

Well, it's now 9:57 and I've got three minutes to find my remote and change to FX for the 2nd episode of the new season of Nip/Tuck. The show fascinates me endlessly. The emotions of the charaters, the patients and what they want done, the raw sexuality of the show itself is so new to me, it's almost like a dirty little secret that I watch it.

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump

Currently Listening: AFI, "Miss Murder"


Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, may I take your order?

You know, it's been at least 10 years since I've seen that movie, to my knowledge. I'm not sure how long it's been out. But it's been since it was out that I last saw it.

List of to-do's this weekend:

• Finish LotF and write X pages about it as well as do the chapter summary and thing... yay for procrastination.
• Finish Technology Assignment for precalc/trig.
• Go to Fall Festival in Roanoke. May I suggest going, if you want. It's got a parade at 2, I believe. If not, it's at 3. It also has lots of fun little games for the wee ones to play where you can win things like goldfish and plushies. Then later that night is the Demolition Derby, my favourite part. It's where old jenked up cars go and ram into each other until there's only one left running.
• Go on AIDS walk with Rachel and Zan and Mr. Fryzel. 5k walk I forget which park. Whoops.
• Bake muffins.

And I actually am going to get this all done, I'm so proud. I'll probably post again Sunday night with all my weekend adventures. <3

ALSO - for those curious about my seemingly odd title, it's a lyric from the song "Diamond Dogs" by Bowie. Just so I don't get weird comments about it.
ALSO, again - The picture is something Rachel drew, oh 3 years ago? Yeah. Found it on my photobucket account.

Whhrrump - yes, it's a word.

Currently Listening: Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself"
Picture I found recently. It amazes me continually that I manage to forget some of the prettiest photography that I've managed to snap.

This was probably taken in mid-June, I believe. My camera, when taking pictures, only records the number, not the date that the photo is taken. I should start keeping dates...
Anyways, this was before a bad wind/thunder storm we had. I would have shown the antiqued copy I have, but I think the color's more speaking. (Is that right?) Well, the shading and lighting was incredible and really made the green's shine. Stark too. Though I really think I just wanted to say stark. Like Decker today with secretion. He must have said it a dozen times. Drove me crazy.

Tonight I'm going to my brother's freshman football game. Yay for seemingly-buff younger children slamming each others' padded bodies in to the ground in attempt to gain control of an oddly shaped pig-skin ball. Sadly enough, I actually know what's going on.

Other than that, not much is happening. School's school. Though I'll admit, starting my day with AP Lit and French makes my day so much smoother. Starting with math would just completely offset my day and make me bitchy and sarcastic. Because that's what the class does to me.

The Opossum Story

Currently Listening: Supertramp's "The Logical Song"

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/Biscuit/yaygraph2.jpg

I have a story I'd like to share with you.
See the graph above? Hopefully... Anyways. Click the link then. Baha. Onwards!

I come home, like any other day. Park my little car in front of the other little car and get out, lugging all my school stuff to my garage door, where I open it and let my two labs, Molly and Toby, run free. I continue my route and head into the house to deposit my school stuff on my bed to be forgotten until the last possible minute. Heading to my computer, I check Gaia, my email, and the like. THEN. I hear my dogs whining and barking. Now, this is normal, but I figure I might as well go and check it out anyways.

I head outside and over to the PINE TREES as you see on the map above. Molly and Toby are both whining/barking and lunging under the tree. I stick my head in too, so I can check out what they're after. Suddenly, Toby runs out with a opossum dangling from his mouth, hopefully still alive. Of course, I freak out because it's right next to my face so I jump back, shrieking, and let them carry it off.

After coming to my senses, I go over and make Toby drop the opossum, and shove both him and Molly back into the garage. The opossum is now sitting beside the driveway and where the front of the house is. This is where it gets good. Molly actually VOMITS a baby opossum up. Wait though, that's not all. She then goes and EATS it. Again. After it's been regurgitated. Gross. After this I go and check on the opossum to see if it's alive, and it is, so I head back inside to make a few calls. First, I call my mother. She says to just leave it there. I then talk to Rachel, who's THE person to go to in animal need.

She comes over and we inspect the opossum together. We poke it and stuff, obviously. At first we think it's paralized, but then we're not really sure, so we go inside and play with my cats. About an hour later we head back outside, and oh my! What a surprise, the poor thing is gone. Well, we both assumed that it was LONG GONE, and my dogs had been cooped up for over an hour so we let them out to pee.

Well, whaddya know, they head over to the group of bushes/trees that separate our yard from our neighbors and pull the poor thing out, AGAIN. We get the dogs back inside and go to investigate the opossum. This time it's bleeding and we think it's dead. So we poke it with a stick and it flinches so it's alive, just probably really badly hurt. So then we leave the opossum there and Rachel heads home.

Haahaa, then my dad comes home and lets the dogs out, not knowing about the opossum story. Soo... here in my yard lies the remains of a dead opossum. I've got to track down the baby opossums now and see if they're okay. And not violent and crazy.

That's pretty much it for my story. I've now got to go and rewrite my AP Lit essay. Yay.

Have a good night. <3

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