HI BILLY MAYS HERE    09:52am 28/06/2009   Happy Birthday to m-- WTF BILLY MAYS IS DEAD?! HOLY SHIT KIRA, WRITER'S CRAMP MUCH?? [end transmission]        Read 3 - Post       03:45pm 27/06/2009   So uh Yeah. Hurting a little. Not really sure what to do about it, if there's anything I can do. Can't really talk about it, either. But I really, really wish I could. [end transmission]        Read 5 - Post   GYAAAAAA HA HA HA HAAAAAA *drawn out gasp*    05:14pm 26/06/2009   AP Source: Jackson apparently had heart attack *scribble scribble* [end transmission]        Read 2 - Post   Jacko on his Backo    04:03pm 25/06/2009   Wow uh... wow. That's really all I can say. Kinda surreal. at least they've been saved the trouble of embalming him Yes, for the last fifteen to twenty years he's been a total nutjob, but he was still a pretty good artist. I mean, seriously. Put Thriller on and try not to dance. [end transmission] EDIT: Farrah Faucett died today too. Should I be afraid for David Bowie?        Read 1 - Post   For everything else, there's Mastercard.    09:02am 25/06/2009   Summer session Math D class: $26 a unit @ 3 units Mymathlab online math homework packet: $78 TI-84 Graphing Calculator: $90 (used) Five hour study session: 4 hours of lost sleep ....Bombing the test anyway: PRICELESS. Fuuuuuuuck my life. I want a soda. [end transmission]        Read 1 - Post   omg angst.    04:42pm 24/06/2009   So in order to get any farther in my Math D homework, I have to have a graphing calculator, which I do not have. These things cost bank, which I also do not have. Know what I do have? An exam tomorrow. Which I'm going to fail, because I don't have a graphing calculator, because my FUCKING IDIOT YES OR NO MATH TEACHER DECIDED NOT TO TELL US WE NEEDED ONE AT THE BEGINNING OF CLASS. As a Voc Rehab student, I have to let my counselor know AS SOON AS POSSIBLE what supplies are required for my class. NOT THE WEEK BEFORE AN EXAM. NO, MISTER BADRENA, YOU FAIL. YOU FAIL. Now I'm upset because I'm probably going to have to ask my parents to get one for me, and I don't know if they can, and even if they do, Voc Rehab can't reimburse them for the full amount (if they can even reimburse them at all), which means my parents are going to be PISSED at me. Also Mom called to tell me that it's my fault the dog is sick because she can't read the directions on his pill bottle correctly. Instead of, you know, asking someone else to read it for her, or putting her glasses on, she just guessed, and then blamed it on me because I don't have the information sheet WHICH HAS THE SAME SHIT ON IT AS THE PILL BOTTLE. fuck my LIFE right now, omg. [end transmission] EDIT: Ended up paying for a calc out-of-pocket; I was fortunate enough to find an 'opened and returned' calc on sale at Best Buy for $90. I still don't know if VR can reimburse me, but I made it under the $100 limit for reimbursements, so... Still hate Math, Logarithms, and Badrenas.        Post   Gyaaaa ha ha ha haaaaa *drawn out gasp* HAAAA HA HA HAHAAAA    06:43am 15/06/2009   Every time I read about someone dying from sudden cardiac arrest-- and I mean every time-- I immediately think it was Kira, because I am a fanthing. (Even when it doesn't make sense. Although at the last there, Kira was pretty much just killing anybody he felt like. "how dare you jaywalk! *scribble scribble* DIE!!") Skool today. Am awake way too early in the morning, and earlier tried to pin my hair back with an allan wrench. [end transmission]        Read 1 - Post   Non emotion Data is my fave.    12:42pm 14/06/2009   "Down is good. Up is no." [end transmission]        Post   I wanna rock    04:29pm 12/06/2009   Fixed the pink hat with the crooked ears... sort of. Ears are now on the same level, but one sticks out just a little bit more than the other. So I added buttons. Anyway. I've been wanting to get a real Mohawk for a while, but kept convincing myself it was a bad idea. Now Bella's got an ugly new haircut, and I think it's a sign. A SIGN THAT SAYS MOHAWK. I dunno, what do you think? In Other News, Axis Powers Hetalia might be the greatest pseudo-historical overtly homosexual anime about anthropomorphized countries in the WWII era ever. See icon for "Chibitalia," its 'backstory' segment. Tiny Holy Roman Empire accosting Tiny Italy Under Austria's Rule is SO CUTE THAT IT HURTS. EDIT: I know that you are, EVEN NOW, doubting the awesome that is Hetalia. Therefore, here is a 30-second clip of the ending theme song that demonstrates exactly what the show is all about: Italy being cute and dumb. [end transmission]        Read 1 - Post   My mind goes to weird places.    11:58am 12/06/2009   Both warriors go into the act knowing that, as in battle, one or the other must die. But more than a violent encounter, it is one of ultimate love and ultimate sacrifice. [end transmission]        Post   ribbit.    07:52pm 11/06/2009   Sexy frog hat. [end transmission]        Read 2 - Post   FJAKFEJAKFERACA!    04:49pm 10/06/2009   Alberta man, 77, charges attacking bear, swearing in Cree, and rams branch down animal's throat I want this man as my husband. [end transmission]        Post   Sing Along!    01:49am 10/06/2009   Sunday Mom and I went out to eat, and ended up at the Sewing and Vacuum shop where, after much squeeing and getting my learn on, I got a real sewing machine for my birthday. It's an old Singer, which is fine with me because my two criteria for machines were a) works and b) doesn't cost $400. According to Anonymous People on Sewing Forums, though, the older machines are better, since they're heavier, last longer and are more dependable. So far, my machine (whose name is Suzie) has proven herself quite worthy, and will put a neat little zig-zag stitch through just about anything I throw at her with nary a complaint. Anyway, Hats. I actually made this one for Skittle with the Handi-Stitch, then took a seam ripper to it and re-did it with Suzie the night I got her. I was still getting used to the machine, though, so Skittle's poor hat looks pretty ghetto. I'm going to just get some more fleece and re-do the whole thing, now that I have a few more hats under my belt. Simple, using what I had left from my trip to the fabric store. It's a very solid hat, but the ears are off-kilter and I couldn't fix them no matter how hard I tried, and I feel like anyone who so much as glances at the hat will see the glaring problem with it right away even though probably no one will notice but me. Anyway. Using more of the airline blanket and a weird-looking scarf I found in my drawer, I took my first crack at ear-flaps. I think I'm going to need a couple more tries until I'm comfortable with them, but at least I have the concept down. Also practicing shapes for when I have to re-applique that moon on Skittle's hat ;_; so hard (also the flaps looked plain and needed hearts). I'm running out of fabric and random garments to mangle, so I'm gonna need to go back to the fabric store sometime soon. Hopefully fleece is still on sale. [end transmission]        Read 1 - Post       01:29am 10/06/2009   From an article on Yahoo! Titled Eight tips for how money CAN buy you happiness: 2. End marital conflict. If you’re constantly arguing about the unkempt lawn, or the moldering laundry, see if you can throw some money at the problem. Can you hire the teenager down the street to clean out the garage? Newsflash, people who have the spare change to pay teenagers to clean their house: if you and your spouse are 'constantly' arguing over something as dumb as the lawn or the garage, 'throwing money at the problem' isn't going to fix the underlying issue. Pay for marriage counseling instead. Or a hooker. Also: Governator to Ditch Textbooks for E-Books Putting aside my opinion on the matter (I haven't used an actual text textbook in years-- my teachers rarely assign them), I would like to point out that our Governor would lose in a speech contest to a nine-year-old. I don't know if he writes his own speeches, or if someone does it for him and he fucks them up, but he just sounds like a 9th grade English paper every time he opens his mouth. Arnold Schwarzenegger Will you Please Go Now! Next time, Hats. [end transmission]        Post       01:28am 10/06/2009   Still awake, due to Unseasonable Hell Cold From Hell. Therefore, a dumb meme. Answer only YES or NO Do not explain anything unless specifically asked in the comments. Been arrested? — No Kissed someone you didn't like? — Yes Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes Fallen asleep at work/school? — Yes Held a snake? — Yes Ran a red light? — Yes Been suspended from school? — Yes Experienced love at first sight? — No Totaled your car in an accident? — No Been fired from a job? — Yes Fired somebody? — No Sung karaoke? — Yes Pointed a gun at someone? — No Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — Yes Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? — Yes Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — Yes Kissed in the rain? — No Had a close brush with death (your own)? — Yes Saw someone die? — Yes Played Spin-the-Bottle? — Yes Smoked a cigar? — No Sat on a rooftop? — Yes Smuggled something into another country? — Yes Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? — Yes Broken a bone? — No Skipped school? — Yes Eaten a bug? — Yes Sleepwalked? — No Walked on a moonlit beach? — Yes Ridden a motorcycle? — No Dumped someone? — Yes Forgotten your anniversary? — No Lied to avoid a ticket? — No Ridden in a helicopter? — No Shaved your head? — No Blacked out from drinking? — No Played a prank on someone? — Yes Hit a home run? — No Felt like killing someone? — Yes Cross-dressed? — Yes Been falling-down drunk? — No Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — Yes Eaten snake? — No Marched/Protested? — Yes Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No Puked on an amusement ride? — No Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — No Knitted? — Yes Been on TV? — No Shot a gun? — No Skinny-dipped? — No Given someone stitches? — No Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — No Ridden a surfboard? — No Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — No Had surgery? — Yes Streaked? — No Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — Yes Tripped on mushrooms? — No Passed out when NOT drinking? — Yes Peed on a bush? — Yes Donated Blood? — Yes Grabbed electric fence? — Yes Eaten alligator meat? — No Eaten cheesecake? — Yes Killed an animal when not hunting? — No Peed your pants in public? — No Snuck into a movie without paying? — No Written graffiti? — Yes Still love someone you shouldn't? — No Think about the future? — Yes Been in handcuffs? — No Believe in love? — Yes Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — No ...well, that was boring. On to the next diversion... [end transmission]        Read 4 - Post   Come my little friends as we all sing a little la de dum dum dum    01:02am 10/06/2009   I have a cough, a headache, a runny nose, my whole body itches and aches, I can't sleep, and I have The Happy Working Song stuck in my head. Clearly I'm being punished for something. [end transmission]        Read 1 - Post   OMFG WHAT A SHOCK    10:30am 09/06/2009   NEWSFLASH: ADAM LAMBERT GAY - POPE CATHOLIC - BEARS SHIT IN WOODS; FILM @ ELEVEN I mean seriously? [end transmission]        Read 2 - Post   HATS HATS HATS    10:18pm 06/06/2009   So, I bought a handi-stitch at Target, cannibalized a helpless fleece blanket I bought for my last plane trip, used this tutorial and made hats. There are three and a half all together, but only two are shown here because the other one and a half... didn't make it. They stay in my room, out of the virgin sight on non-hatters. Hat #2 was made with more care than hat #1, and included a bigger and wider brim (one because my head is big and I like my hats roomy, and two because I like the wider brims) and EARS. The ears are kind of big and flop around, so I smooth them back like an angry cat's most of the time. After this hat, the fleece blanket was reduced to little more than wonky-shaped scraps of purpleness, so I went to the fabric store in Roseville. Because it's June and no one but me is making fleece hats, all fleece was on sale and I got a bunch for under ten dollars. Then I got home and made this: (modeled by my mom, who was obviously very excited to be there.) The pink bow is there to cover up the fact that I messed up on the brim and it was all twisty and sad. I also tried to make a present hat for a friend, but discovered that my handi-stitch can't handle everything I thought it could, and ended up with my half a hat (with falling-off ears). and uh... that's how I've been spending my weekend. How about you? EDIT: also I have a PSP because apparently I fooled Skittle into thinking I deserved one. IT IS MAH BABY. [end transmission]        Read 5 - Post   Vodka    10:51pm 03/06/2009   (This is going to be in my award-winning gay buttsex novel, Russians Have Funny Names Part Three. Enjoy responsibly.) “I do have a girlfriend.” Andrei’s face was already flushed with drink, his cheeks rosy and eyes glassy. “She loves me and we’re going to get married someday.” “Is that so?” I kept my tone neutral, refilling my own glass. Just the tone of his voice was enough to make my heart ache. I’d been like him, in another lifetime. “Is she pretty?” “Oh, she’s beautiful. Much more beautiful than any of the other girls in the village, and she has the longest hair, too. And,” he adds, leaning over the table and lowering his voice, “she let me touch her breast once.” I raised an eyebrow, and it must have looked to Andrei like skepticism, because he continued, “It’s true! And it felt… well, soft. I thought it would be firm, like—oh, I don’t know, patting a dog’s head. But it was really very—are you all right?” “Fine,” I choked out, wiping my eyes and wincing against the burn of alcohol in my nose. “Just took it a little too fast, that’s all.” “You’d best be careful,” Andrei said sagely, “too much of it can really go to your head.” I shook my head, setting my cup down. I stretched my leg out with a sigh, leaning over to rub my aching knee. I felt the cold weather in every bone, but especially in my right knee, which would twinge and swell and make a nuisance of itself every time a storm approached. Andrei watched me. “Your leg’s still hurting you?” “Yeh,” I grunt, sitting back in my chair. “Hurt it in the war. Forgot all about it until fifteen years ago when it started acting up again. Damn thing,” I grumbled, and reached for the alcohol again. Andrei lifted his gaze to mine. “You were a soldier?” His eyes were too much, especially with the liquor and the sound of the storm outside tugging at my memories, and I had to look away. “Not so much a soldier as an idiot with a bayonet.” “I didn’t know.” The boy’s voice had gone soft. “I didn’t tell you,” I pointed out. “It’s been too long to matter.” “Is that where the scar on your cheek came from?” “No, that was later. I was your age when I went to war, boy, a lot has happened since then. I told you, it was a long time ago.” My hand shook as I filled my cup, and alcohol sloshed onto the table. “Did you kill anyone?” I set the bottle down very carefully. “You’re awfully full of questions tonight,” I growled. Andrei tucked his chin, eyes darting away from mine like a submissive dog’s. I reached over the table to snatch his half-full cup from him. “You oughtn’t to drink so much. It’ll rot your insides, and you so young.” “You drink a lot,” he countered. I snorted. “I’m not a fuzz-chinned little boy.” I stood up, trying hard not to wobble on my bad knee. “Now the storm should be blown out by morning. I made you a pallet over there by the hearth. Go on and bed down.” “I’m sorry I asked you,” Andrei said in a small voice. I paused, back to him, then sighed. “I know you are. Just you watch what you ask of grouchy old men when they’ve had too much to drink.” I turned back towards him, thinking to give him a pat on the shoulder, only to discover that he’d come very close. He stared up at me, his eyes darting from the scar on my cheek to the one that disappeared under my collar. Underneath the smell of alcohol and the smoke from the fire was his scent, clean and sweet. I swallowed hard, unable to move. “Good night, Vladimir,” he said finally, putting a hand on my shoulder and standing on his toes to kiss my cheek as a child might kiss his father. I suddenly felt very, very old, and I watched him go to his bed with a weight on my shoulders.        Read 2 - Post   Losing my Marbles    07:18am 28/05/2009   Somebody wanted to borrow Phoenix Wright when I was done with it and I don't remember who it was. Shout out? Also OMFG my back is killing me. [end transmission]        Read 2 - Post

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