kirimori

;p

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 20:13:22 GMT

You make me happy, and I love you, babe. :*

Tue, 23 Dec 2008 19:51:17 GMT

FAIL!!!

O look! Rain!

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 18:29:47 GMT

It just started raining.
About two seconds ago, while I was debating on the title for this post.
O, and it just ended.
Wow. That was interesting.

Well, I was going to say that I was going to take this chance to get off my bum and go play in the rain. And try to lose some of this depressing, heart-broken, miserable, pathetic demeaner I've been putting off.

But I guess I don't have that option anymore.

Dangit.

O! It just started raining again!
Goodbye!!

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 23:57:05 GMT

OMG.
I wanna cry.
Someone hug me.

I am the human represenation of a romp-skulking gypsy squirrel...

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:06:55 GMT

I think it's high time I download some pictures onto this thing. Starting tomorrow.

WHOOT for crazy

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 23:46:55 GMT

I moved last weekend. I had to get rid of all of my cats. I was very depressed for a very long time. I cried.
I've missed the last two AOA rehearsals, and I feel horrible for it. The first MIA was because our power had gone out for some strange reason (something to do about the loose connections to the trailer and the severe weather changes we were having at that time) and the second was because I was moving.
Trumpet Player Guy is interested in someone else. He wouldn't tell me who. I really don't care. I'm not gonna let it get me all bent out of shape.
I donated blood today!! I was told to get a good night's sleep and to eat a decent meal before and after donating.
I didn't fall asleep until 2 and then had to wake up at 6. Then, for some strange reason, I was running late for school. I didn't eat breakfast. But when I did get to school, I bought a coke zero and drank that. And the only thing I could manage at lunch was a handful of tater tots. I haven't touched food since, and I donated my blood about an hour after lunch, which was about four hours ago.
Not very healthy.
But I'm very excited that I was finally old enough to donate! It made me all warm and fuzzy inside to know that I was saving lives.
Or maybe that was the light-headedness mixed with the fact that I hadn't eaten much that entire day.

OMG

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:31:28 GMT

I took the stupid nerd test.
It says I got, like, 20 something percent when it comes to computer skills.
I can't even figure out how to post the stupid picture.

Also, I hate people.

The end.

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 23:46:23 GMT

So I finally have a game system. It's a gamecube, which my grandma sent us all from ohio. It's great, because I can play paper mario, which I've been doing practically nonstop since yesterday. She bought four games, but since she really doesn't know what kind of games us older three are into, she sent three games for the younger two and one basketball game, since my brother is on the middle school team. He sucks, but he thinks he's really good, and that they only make him stay out so much because they don't want him to tire out too quickly. He's not all that smart, either.
Anyway, paper mario is amazing.

Some funny quotes:
"I'm a koalo. I eat bad nanas and ulickapusi trees. just kissing, dummat.' My brother, first thing in the morning. he scared the crap out of me. You can tell where he gets his pervertedness from.

'Priests aren't neuter!! Just because they don't have sex doesn't mean they don't have gender!!' My Latin teacher, after some loser tried to translate something incorrectly.

This one is long, and is a conversation between myself and my sister while we were walking to the library. Just so you know, there's a skate park in next to the library, and my sister and I like to watch the skate punks trip and fall. It's great. It starts off with my sister...
"omg, look! There's a skateboard nailed to that tree! I wonder if it's some sort of sign that someone stuck up there. You know, 'enemies of the heir, beware' or whatever."
"It kinda reminds me of Arthur's sword in the stone. '... And whosoever pulleth this board from the tree shall be likewise named king of all the skatepark.'"
"And we shall call it 'Skateland'!!."
"No! We shall call it 'Skate-a-lot'!"
Yeah, we're nerds.

LOL

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:11:34 GMT

My sister was walking to one of her classes, when she heard this annoyingly loud girl shout;
"I hate fucking freshmen!'
All she could think of in response was, 'Well, then stop!'
She wished for me to convey this to the world, since she has not discovered the joys of LJ.

Hehe

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 23:12:26 GMT

1. The age you will be on your next birthday.

LOL
2. A place you'd like to travel.

This was interesting, considering what I typed in...

3. Your favorite place.

Yes, nerd central.

4. Your favorite object

That's pretty talented, I found two of my favorite things in the same picture. The cat's pretty talented too.

5. Your favorite food

Mmmmm.... Wonder how many sandwiches I can make out of that one...

6. Your favorite animal

No surprise there...

7. Your favorite color

Pretty...

8. The town in which you were born

Looks better this way...

9. The town in which you live

The other pictures were all of the bombing. *tear*

10.The name of a past pet

Again, interesting considering what I typed in. Bet you can't guess what the cat's name was!!

11. The first name of a past love

Not quite porn. It's art.

13. Your nickname/screen name

Not what I was expecting, but okay. All of it was in some different language based on characters that I couldn't identify.

14. Your first name

LOL

15. Your middle name

Bet you can't guess it!

16. Your last name

This makes me happy inside....

17. A bad habit of yours

Yep...

18. Your first job

I've never had a job. So I cheated and put 'goddess' into the search engine. It doesn't pay well, but you can send people to hell for no reason...

19. Your grandmother’s name

Pretty...

20. Your major in college

Or at least what I want to major in.

Something Funny Happened on the Way to Zero Hour

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 20:04:32 GMT

I was passing one of the teacher's lounges when I heard a male teacher say; "Just the fact that he's a polygomist proves that he's stupid. I can hardly handle one, much less four or five.' Just thought I would share this piece of brilliance.

Bleh

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 18:07:04 GMT

I've been a bit lax about posting this week. I've been busy, what with school and everything. I'll get back on the ball eventually, but for now my priorities lie elsewhere. So, to anyone who reads these things (because there are just too many to name!), I'm sorry about the lack of entries.

I am Woman; I am Man

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 23:47:24 GMT

It's recently occured to me just how bad some figures of the male species tend to ignore the fact that women are not completely incapable of doing anything. I don't know how else to explain except as a complete disregard for the female species. (I say species because I think we all know that men and women are different by now, I don't really feel like going into the Birds and the Bees story right now.)
What I want to know is; Why is this so?
Now, I understand that we aren't very competetive when it comes to physical attributes, we women just aren't cut out for that sort of thing. But we're just as capable when it comes to intellectual aspects of life. In fact, I'd like to say that we're better, but I know a few men (actually, only one) whose mental capabilities put me to shame.
It would be nice if we weren't judged by how strong we are or how far we can throw this big piece of pig skin while avoiding other huge people knocking us on our asses. It would be an absolute delight if things like highschool diplomas and college degrees and just plain ol' education could play some sort of significant role in determining whether or not we women are good enough. Not that I really care; if someone thinks I'm not important enough or rich enough or strong enough to hang out with, then fine. It's their loss.
It's things like this that make me value friendship more and more each day. That, and it make sme realize just how stupid people can really be. Not that I'm very surprised.

I really need to build on this sometime; the title is too good to waste.

Travian

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 18:45:54 GMT

If you see the ad for the browser game, Travian, I would register right away. I've just started mine yesterday, and I like it so far. It's not too hard, and easy for someone who can't understand many video games (hint, hint; me) to play.

Review of Life

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 17:04:51 GMT

My parents, for reasons unknown to me, decided that these last few days would be an amazing time to take everything out of our storage unit and move it into our house. Some of the stuff that was in that thing hasn't been touched since we moved from Ohio and first shoved it in there. So, for about four and a half years. There's boxes of books, boxes of my mom's old school textbooks from when she was going to nursing school, boxes that reveiled every aspect of life that we had all but forgotten. And old furniture. Lots of heavy, dusty, old furniture.

A list of some of the things we found would include,
A suitcase full of old pictures
My brother's Pistol Pete costume that he wore for halloween two/three years ago
All of my mom's porcelain dolls in different stages of damage (Some thirty dolls in their original packaging)
The frame to a bed that was my brother's but that he is now to big to use
Countless pieces of clothing that we meant to donate but never got around to it
Three desks, one an antique and one old enough to look it
Pieces to a children's tea set that my mom bought for my baby sister for christmas one year
A very large number of stuffed animals, some that we don't even recognize but had to have been someone's at one point
Countless other random objects that brought some form of emotion ranging between happiness and distress.

Going through that stuff now, I have never realized exactly what everyone in my family has done with their life up until this point.

I found a picture of my baby sister yesterday. The picture was taken on her first Christmas, and I saw a chubby little baby in her pajamas crawling around on the floor (probably after her new Mickey Mouse stuffed animal) amid a mess of torn paper. She had brown hair that was slowly lightening to blonde, and the cutest little toothless grin I have ever seen.
I look at the same kid now, and I see a seven year old girl with blonde hair that's slowly darkening to brown. She's wearing her daddy's T-shirt for pajamas, and was playing with her makeup amid a mess of unopened boxes. She's missing her two front teeth, so when she smiles, she's still toothless, and she still has her cute little chubby face.

The second youngest child of the bunch looks just like her mom did at that age. We have a picture of my mom at ten holding this mess of fur that she swears is a dog. And when we put my sister up next to that picture, it could have been of the same person. I rememeber when she was just three years old and my mom and biological father were going through their divorce. Now she's eleven and the poor kid just hit puberty.

In the same box that I found the picture of my baby sister, I also found a series of school pictures of my brother. They were dated for 2001, so he would have been seven/eight, depending on when the picture was taken. He had really short hair that clearly showed his big ears. To this day, we call him Dumbo on occasion. He's thirteen, and possesses every negative quality that people say all teenagers have. Until recently, I thought the entire idea of an unruly teenager under my mom's supervison has laughable. Then my brother turned twelve, and all of those teenager qualities hit him like a steam engine. For my mother's sake, I hope she's glad she had two girls before having her only boy. Sometimes she needs all the help she can get in proving to him that he's a pain in everyone's rear end and to get him to calm down.

Somewhere along the way in the buisness of unpaking, my mom came across a picture of us older two girls. We were about nine and ten, and it was during one of the few times my biological father took us on vacation before deciding that we were completely useless or whatever. He had taken us older four to the library at one point, and this particular picture had been taken there. My sister and I were both laying on our stomachs on a carpeted area, and I was reading a book to her. We could both read well above our grade level, so I don't know why I had been reading to her instead of the two of us reading our own books. But the picture is cute, and it's the only one I've found that one can clearly tell the two of us apart instead of mistaking us for twins.

I didn't find a picture of my mom or stepdad, but I did find a copy of my mom and Carl's (biological father- or sperm donor, as we refer to him now) marriage license. Since they divorced in 2000 or roundabouts that time, I was surprised to find something that connecting him to our family still intact and unburned. It has since then disapeared, probably to a fiery death.

I also found a copy of my mom and stepdad's marriage license, along with a copy of the wedding invitations. Nothing too interesting there, except for the fact that the invitation had been signed and returned by one of the guests, which was why we still owned it. No one even knew that it existed.

It was interesting to to see, and kinda relive, all that we had done in our lifetimes and all that we had been through. Here in a couple of hours, we get to dive right back into the fray and relive many more things until everything is unpacked and moved to it's designated spot. I'm in for an amazing few days still.

From NN's Fenris 2006-2007 Edition

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 19:20:13 GMT

Memory- Nick Welch
Come whispers of a long last memory faded with time and the breeze that tore apart diamond hearts long last linger inside trapped feelings, flowers turned to dust, and new hearts bloom a beautiful ecstasy; wildfires of creation.

Darkness hidden in hoods, colorful birds sunder their cages and spread wild wings, a chimerical ambition decieved by a beautiful lie a fantasy prayed by the damned.

But when they look to the west to feel what they regret, nothing, becomes the idea itself, for it was nothing to begin with. Killers of man stand, but all life demands. Sickening dead languages cursed the formality of formation.

I dreamed a dream. Of my perverse yesterday and my perverse mind that all in all, was mine... yet so fine...

Come sit by the guitar and light up a cigar, open up your mind, let the bird break free, let it bring back to you what you have missed, the dream that you once kissed...

For the most beautiful, simplistic, unorthodox, and untravil way to suggest the compassion held in darkness's heart, is the trivial and vapid manner, of looking in life's mirror, and seeing nothing- for it's the only time a smile will rise through the ashes.

a smile desperately needed to the world around. When hell's fire becomes nothing more than a lonely ember, and heavens light are the stars up high.

joined hand at man, shadow he will become single and join its fellow in the pursuit, haply, for fear.

they carry these embers, and look to the stars when their poetic prose becomes the reversal from intent.

Welcome back

space is closing and freedom is falling

he whispered long last love letters in her dear ear, and they burned her heart intwined with mixing pasions, and a vagarious yesterday, improvident to the young minds. words rang in his ear like a beautiful melody that made the trees blossom and flowers bloom only to turn into words of lamentations.

she tried to mollify his fears, just to lead to a false passion that raised this stalwart man to the ground

suduing the subsiding and ostracizing the forever wisdom that was shared like Eve's fruit.

Man builds castles and fortresses just to watch them fall in the hands of men they will never be.

For what reasons do these words fall like tears, and burns like anger; when fear follows shadow, with no place to go?

Prides flag couldn't hide the face a man in shame.

Karma and effect, he thought when he defied the laws of life, the day he picked her up when the pressure of the world forced her to the ground, when tear drops fell like like the autumn leaves leaving nothing but naked trees.

You're just a simple star in my eyes... so far away... but emits a beautiful array of mysterious wonder, that keeps me looking at the night wanting to touch you.

my beautiful creature of intimacy; I dream a dream, a beautiful dream...

the mysteries of my mind's manipuation masters my intent of mentality; managing the malice and masterpiece, mirroring mythology, malfunctioning the mechanized, meeting the meaning of a militation, musing on the form of function and function of freedom, pacing peace...

the misconception of the unselfinsh inequities transformed into vivified passion all so small to grasp... making itself nothing more than a selfish act only to burn its powerful memory and recall why this man fell again, his regret no longer his shadow... it is his heart, beating darkness into truth! Mocking him by kissing the light of day

he sees a sea of smiles and frowns on the fate that questions faith

"There is no greater sorrow to recall in misery the time we were happy." Canto V

Death in Connection With Good and Evil

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 20:08:40 GMT

Not so long ago, a fellow LJ user had a field-day with the concept of Good VS. Evil. He explained what people thought was good and what people thought was evil, along with a lot of other stuff. Let's just say that, while the rant was interesting, it sparked a bit of intellectual conflict.
Not long after, I was reading The Prophecy of the Stones by Flavia Bujor. Yes, it is a bit of a kid's book, but I was bored and had nothing to do.
This is what I found;
After a pause, Death continued gravely, "For a long time I have been associated with evil, and yet I am beyond that. I belong neither to good nor to evil, and I do not judge either one. Nevertheless, I do know, see, and sense good and evil. You should be aware that the power of these two forces has reached its peak and that the battle between them draws nigh. One or the other will be annihilated, temporarily, but they are both too strong to disappear completely from the world. In the human heart, these two enemies will be linked together forever."
Then, with a worried look, Death asked in a faltering voice, "Are you absolutely certain that I don't need to go on a diet?"
I thought that all of this was rather true, and the last was added simply for comedic relief.

Vacation Update, The Ups and Downs of Florida

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 19:13:08 GMT

Yes, I have been back for more than a week, but a number of events have kept me from posting an account of my family's trip, however brief the retelling may be. I'm doing this now, and it won't be pretty. I'm getting straight to the point with a list of all the good (and bad) things about Florida, with a brief explanantion next to each example.

The Good:
Plant Life- If you thought that there was only one type of palm tree, you are mistaken. And they are all pretty, as are many of their common shrubs. I have a tendency to notice things that haven't (yet) been ravaged my industrialization.
Natives- The people of Florida are very kind and very helpful. For example, on our second night in Orlando, we randomly asked a man who happened to be waiting at a stop light next to us where the nearest Golden Choral was, and he gave very detailed directions without a second thought.
Sea World and Busch Gardens- While both of these places are opperated by a beer company, and you can get free beer for absolutely no reason, both places are very entertaining and I enjoyed their shows and exhibits immensely. I also won a giant stuffed white tiger at one of the Busch Gardens' arcade games, which may have swayed my opinion a bit, but hey.
Olive Garden- Our last night, I enjoyed my first meal at this restaurant, and it was great.

The Bad:
Florida Interstates- I don't know why, but they have random streetlights on the interstates. With no warning as to where they are. Pretty bad.
Disney World- It really wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I might have enjoyed it, say, six years ago. But not now. I did get a picture with Genie.
KFC- My family and I had a bad incident at one of these. I'll never look at chicken the same. Enough said.

The Ugly: (I just had to add this category)
Driving Skills- Again, enough said.

Overall, Florida was a good place to spend my vacation. I got to spend some time away from my stepdad, and, for once, I'm not bored to death and waiting for school to pick back up again.

Hehe

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 01:05:26 GMT

http://www.xkcd.com/c32.html

Angry Rant Number One: The Homophobe VS The Homosexual

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 02:20:19 GMT

   I decided a long time ago that my mother was a homophobe. Jut about everything that she says is something degrading to homosexuals. It's cruel, unusual and completely ridiculous.
   People like that just piss me off. I mean, I love my mom, but seriously. It gets pretty old pretty quick. And I don't have to put up with it just at home, but everywhere else as well.
   Another thing that my mom does that pisses me off; every other word that comes out of her mouth has something to do with religion. Whether she's spouting off all the good things about Christianity or putting down other religions, she strives to spend an entire day talking about it.
And all I can think is; you hate homosexuals, and you rave about Christianity, yet yor oldest daughter is an agnostic bisexual. Crazy, right? It's complete BS.
   Here's the thing, I have no problem with people who are a bit uncomfortable with gays or lesbians. I actually like to get to know them and help them to understand that most of us are (almost) just like them. And furthermore, I have no problem talking religion with people. It actually interests me. Quite a bit. It's when they are so extreme in their beliefs that they basically go around with a bullhorn glued to their mouths that I get ticked off. It's completely obnoxious and rude. And self-centered, but I'm not going to go into detail about that.
   Like I said, I have no problem with how people react to homosexuality or how people react to a difference in religious preferences. I have a problem with the extremes they take it to in day-to-day confrntations. Some people can't stand to have someone who isn't 'sexually moral' or of their same faith (and don't even get me started on my definition of faith!) in their day-to-day interactions and let them 'get away with it,' shall we say. And I don't understand why.
   If any of you do, please, feel free to leave a comment explaining this to me.

The Events of Thursday, July 12th

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 01:12:59 GMT

   For those of you who know me well, you know that I went on a rather lengthy vacation. The vacation itself has been great, but there have been a few things that have bothered me severely.
   There are three parts to this trip. One, the drive up to Missouri, where my family and I get to visit relatives before boarding the plane that takes us to Florida. Two, the ten-day stay in Florida and our flight back to Missouri. Three, the additional weeks that we'll be staying in Missouri with relatives and our final flight back home.
   July twelfth was the day before our flight to Florida. My family spent this day visiting my great-grandmother in her nursinghome. First of all, I feel sorry for old people. They feel useless, and when it gets to a point where they really are useless, then their loved ones throw them into a nursinghome. Most of them lose their minds, and if they don't, it only means that they died before they had a chance to do so. No one likes old people. I don't even like old people and here I am saying that I feel sorry for them. They know all of this. That is really why I feel sorry for them.
   My great-grandmother looked like a mess. Her skin was dark and covered in a number of large bruises. her hair was white and thin. She looked like she weighed as much as my seven year old sister. I was afraid the breeze from the air conditioner was going to knock her over. And not without good reason; her arms and legs looked like twigs.
   What scared me most was watching her crawl up into bed. She got up into the bed just fine, it was lowered so that all she had to do was sit on it and swing her legs onto the mattress. What was depressing was watching her fiddle with her oxygen tube to make sure that it wasn't caught on anything and could still suply her with much needed air.
   The sight of her laying in bed was horrifying in itself. Why they would put an eighty pound woman who was probabyl only four feet and nine inches, at most, into a queen sized bed I will never understand. The bed looked like it was going to eat her alive. She looks like she could die anyday.
   That hour-long visit shot my entire day.