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I kinda stopped using my LJ.  I'm just using tumblr now.  Sorry... >.<

I'll keep using LJ for porn fanfiction.

Hydrochloric acid + skin = extreme pain.




Also, I had a little panic attack today.  One of my best friends was hit by an SUV.  He's okay- just a little bruised up.  But still, that's really not cool.

I am so, so tired.

I can't sleep again...this insomnia is starting to really get in the way.

I'm getting sick a lot, and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm not sleeping.

Blugh.

My body is tired, but my mind is just flying around in a million directions.


Fuckin' miserable.

An Itouch, or an Ipod classic?  The Classic has more storage, but the Touch has the apps.

INNER TURMOIL.

Dude...

I'm staying at my godmother's for a few days, and we got the MOTHER of all thunderstorms today.  Like, it sounded like someone was beating on the house with a stick.

I cried.

I hate thunder.

Yayy, PTSD.  xD

Today I went to a pool party.  I came home tired, a little cold, and needing a shower.

I turn my shower on full blast, and step in.

WHY.  IN THE NAME OF GOD, WOULD WE NOT HAVE HOT WATER.

Turns out, we've run out of oil.

So now I am tired, very cold, and still needing a shower.

Fml.

I.  Can not.  Handle.  HORROR MOVIES.

I love them UNTIL I TURN OFF THE LIGHTS AND HAVE A PANIC ATTACK.  OMIGOD.


FAIL.

Today I saw one of the BEST performances of Shakespeare ever.  The cool thing is that it was performed by a bunch of high schoolers and middle schoolers.  Schoolhouse (where I started acting a million years ago) has a summer Shakespeare program.  I'm ABSOLUTELY going to do it next year. 


Even though I major fail at Shakespearian text.  Fuck you, Dyslexia.  You are the bane of my existence.

from the movie theater.  I saw "Ponyo" with my father, sister, and Dennis, the lovable Russian member of our extended family.  The movie was really good.  I mean, it was incredibly cute-sey, but still very well done.  I highly recommend it.

I'm not quite sure what else there is to say...

OH!  Right.

Yesterday I went to Aquaboggon or howeverthefuck you spell it with my mom and sister.  My sister went on a slide that we christened "Satan's Decent" which was a near-vertical drop into a hellish looking V-shaped tube, which you swung back and forth between like Poe's pendulum.  Needless to say, I did not go on that slide.  But I digress.

Grace was going on Satan's Decent for the third time, and I heard three teenage boys talking shit.  I don't mean your every day "heh-heh me big man me talk bad to attract mate"  kind of shit.  I mean completely out of the ballpark SHYTE.  Well...I hate to admit it, but I went up to them, and cussed them out with a blue streak that would make a sailor proud.  I told them that, in more appropriate words, if they didn't put a sock in it, I would force them to eat their swim trunks.

It was very liberating.

Well, that's it for now.  Off to watch the last episode of the first season of True Blood.  Ohmygodric.  <3

So I've been nothing other than  watch True Blood online today.

My mother's been making fun of me for my vampire obsession.

Well.  Tonight I came into the kitchen, and she kicked me out.  I was wondering why.

Five minutes later, she called me into the dining room.  On the table there was a HEAPING PLATE of absolutely beautiful steaks.  Cooked just the way I liked them.

I squealed, and hugged her.  She pushed me back, and sat me down.  Sitting in front of my plate there was a wine glass FULL of blood.

That's right.  She saved the blood from the (cooked, don't worry) steaks in a wine glass.

I love my mother.  xD

So I've been having the most FUCKED UP dreams ever.  Like, trippy as hell.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed that there was a giant panda whose name was "Disco Crystal" who was my personal chauffeur.  He wore a comy hat and drove me around in a tricked out grocery cart.  So Disco Crystal drove me to this store, where we picked up Tyra Banks.  Then he took me and Tyra to an art gallery, where D.C (Disco Crystal) and my friend Mikey hung out while Tyra and I explored the art show, ending up in an auditorium and we knocked over all the chairs by accident. 


I shit you not.




PS- Saw Watchmen for the first time last night.  I fuckin' loved it.  One question though- Would it have KILLED John (the blue dude) to put on some PANTS?  I think I saw his woohoo like 50 times.  D:

I have taken some self portraits that are REALLY good.  Not to toot my own horn, or anything.  They're just well taken.  However, there's a small issue...

The pictures are..nudes.

The question raised is this:
Should I bother putting these pictures up on Devart?  I mean, I know that Deviantart is an "art sharing" website, and, technically, these pictures are "art",  but a few things are holding me back.  One- there are some pretty fucked up people on the internet, and I'm not sure I want them seeing me in my nuddypants.  Two- I don't want anyone to think that I'm a "slut" or anything.  They're just PICTURES.  And Three- I've heard horror stories about colleges looking at the internet about you, and if they find anything bad, they won't accept you.


So, I'm asking you.  My friends, some of you are fellow artists as well.  Should I put these pictures up on Deviantart, or no?  Leave your opinions, please and thank you <3


PS- I'm seeing Harry Potter Six (again) tonight.  This time, I'm seeing it with Decker.  Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, is going to happen.  This is not a date.  It is FRIENDS.  ONLY.  KTHANKSBYE

Honestly, Ms. Bean, I don't know.  I can think of many things that I enjoy, but I don't know if they make me happy, per se.

Can one honestly say what makes them happy?  His Holiness, the Dali Llama, said that happiness is a state of mind, not an occurrence.  If that's so, then why can't I just flip the proverbial switch into joy?


I'm gonna try it!

Tomorrow, no matter what happens, I'm going to be happy. 


Wish me luck!

Not really much to say.  My life isn't exactly exciting.  I've gotten into some shenanigans at work, of course.  The slug licking, the squash fights, and the memorable incident with the chili peppers.

The Nick thing hasn't really gone anywhere, but I honestly don't care.    I've kinda gotten into the mindset that whatever happens, happens.  I might as well learn to roll with the punches.

In other news:
My 16th birthday is coming up, and I'm not sure whether or not I want to bother celebrating it. Any ideas?

1 - Go to a random wikipedia article— The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"— The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days"— Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop, MS Paint, or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it.

I just spent over two hours making a list of all the bands I like- and I KNOW I left some out. 

( Six Pages Worth... )
I need a life.