If you sing loud and clear

Tomorrow

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 06:34:22 GMT

Tomorrow is going to be busybusybusy. I have to get up and clean out a barn, and go to a doctor appointment in Ann Arbor, and mom has to leave me there and I need to wait for dad or find my own ride home, and it's going to SUCK. I don't want to be this busy. Why am I this busy? I also have to clean out the basement. I really only have to clean out my stuff. However, I have to clean out everyone else's stuff first, because it's all in the way.

Coming home is never a vacation. Part of me wishes I could stay at school, in my own little nest and just have two weeks (without holidays) where there was no class. Like.. Fall Welcome Week, you know? That was nice. No responsibilities, not pressure... just trying to get to know people, and get all settled in.

You know what? I like it at school. I love my room, I love that my boyfriend lives right down the hall and I can see him every day. It's like we live together. I don't like giving that up. I hate that my family is basically waiting for me to "come to my senses and dump him".

I hate that.

And, the worst part... Coming home doesn't feel like a vacation anymore. It's more stressful than being at school. At least with school stress, I'm in control of everything. Right now, I can't even sleep in "my" room, because Keely puked in it today and mom's afraid I'll catch the swine flu or some shit.

I love my family.. I just hate living here. My family gets mad at me when I want to hang out with Pete ("You see him every day!!!!!!!!"). I get yelled at for trying to do things my way. I don't have a room anymore, because I'm constantly getting shuffled around. It just doesn't feel like home.

I want a real home. Some place that -feels- like home. Where my folks can't just waltz in and demand that I change everything to suit their needs.

I hate coming back. I don't have anywhere to retreat to. I don't have anywhere to hide.

Woo Hoo

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 13:38:40 GMT

I have an awesome boyfriend.

It is finals week. Sunday night, I pulled and all nighter to finish a project. Since then, I have been unable to even will myself into bed before midnight. That's just fine and dandy when I have two off days with no testing, but today I have both my exams.

Solution? Peter tucked me in before midnight. He put on Farscape and cuddled with me until I was cozy enough that getting up for any reason was not an option. (After, of course, sneaking my into the shower in the boy's bathroom with him. A most enjoyable activity, especially when one is mentally halfway to Narnia.) Bascially, righ tnow, it is a little after 8:30, and I am awake and ready to go and do some last minute cramming.

Argh...

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:06:25 GMT

Guys, I don't even know why I bother anymore. I mean.. he's completely unreliable. He's never on time anymore, he's cut out another day and he can barely make that. He keeps apologizing, but never tries to fix it.

Fred Gallagher of Megatokyo, you suck. All of my other webcomics, who have lives and shit just like you, manage to belt out an update EVERY SINGLE DAY. You can't even manage two a week! You can barely manage two a month! It's been over a year since you started the current story arc, and only NOW are we finding out that Miho is never ever ever ever coming back? What's wrong with you?

I can only say that you suck at maintaining a webcomic professionally, and I can't understand why I still hold out hope and actually bother to read you.

LAME

Love, Mag.

breaking point

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:02:11 GMT

I am unhappy. Very unhappy, and it isn't going away. I know what's wrong, and I'm trying to talk it out with my therapist.

I just don't know how much it's going to help. It feels like I'm only getting worse, despite the fact that I'm now able to talk it out. Everything, able to talk.

I wish had some mushrooms. Take me back to Neverland.

It's not good when the only two options for feeling better is being high or being dead.

Lonely

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 02:52:58 GMT

It's been a long couple of weeks, trying to get ready for Carousel, and balancing that with life and homework. I saw it, finally, on Friday.
And, honestly, it sucked.

It's no one's fault. I just... really hate musicals that put songs in that don't further the story in anyway. It drags out what very very little plot there was in that play.

It was basically... Boy meets girl, boy marries and knocks up girl, boy is a deadbeat, boy decides to murder and rob someone to make some cash, but commits suicide instead. Boy's daughter grows up with a fucked up life. Boy tries to fix it to get into heaven. The ending is ambiguous.

It skimmed major plot points, and did too many reprisals of the lamest songs. The only character that I felt was really believable was Louise. Everyone else felt like they were over acting and their accents kept changing.

And I am still not a huge fan of musicals. Unless the songs actually contain bits of plot in them, instead of just fluff to make the bloody story last two hours.

I'm sorry I've been neglecting all my friends recently.

I started therapy, in the hopes that it'll help me get better. I still kind of hate myself, and like locking myself in my room and staying in bed with my laptop all the time. I feel like I'm screwing up my first semester.

I sometimes feel like the only time Peter really listens to me is when he's on drugs. Other wise, I feel like I have to be happy happy happy around him because he doesn't like my "sulk mode". And because I feel like I whined at him too much in Japan. I listen to him talk about whatever he wants all the time, even when I don't care about it, but he never returns the favor.

But I'm still in love with him. I really really am. Through all this, there are moments when things are awesome. When we still connect and understand each other. When he starts showing some of the same loving compassion that we had when we first started dating, and I feel like things are going to be okay.

I feel like I'll never be as pretty as Lady Gaga or Alex from his BDSM group. He'll always want to bang other chicks, and I'll never be okay with it. So what if he loves me. Someday, He'll just get bored and leave. Because I'm such a dumbass and can't have an intelligent conversation. Not with him, and not with anyone else.

I'm so lonely. And it's just getting worse. I can't tell him about it. Not now, not ever. Can't be emo. Can't be emo. Can't be emo.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 06:01:08 GMT

Every time I start doubting him, he does something that reminds me why I like him so much. Like today, we had a non-fight because I was annoyed at my computer, and he tried to make light of it and I snapped at him. Later I dropped off his freshly patched pants and ran off. Not ten minutes later, he was in my room, hugging me close and smiling that smile that he only does for me.

I just don't know what to do anymore. It feels like everyone except maybe Alice and Sophie just doesn't like him. Ezzi tried setting me up with a buddy of her boyfriend's, her mom yelled at me for still being with Pete, and she doesn't really even know him. Just what my mother's said.

I just.. don't want to date people because other people approve them. I wish I wasn't the only one who could see that this boy is a good person.

That everyone I've dated was really a good person, in their way.

Why do so many people feel the need to make me feel like I'm hallucinating redeeming qualities?

It's things like this that make me hate myself and doubt who I am and what I believe in.

Dear World:

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:51:00 GMT

I hate intro to acting. A lot. The exercises are dumb and, more importantly, I DO NOT WANT TO BE AN ACTRESS. And my teacher always yells at me because I wind up bored and trying to come up with some way to alleviate it. Like humming. Or showing happiness. And she doesn't let us wear heels, which sucks, because the days I don't have her class, I have Gym. And I certainly can't wear my beloved green boots then.

I really don't want to go to this stupid class, but I am too much of a goodie two shoes for my own good sometimes. Bah.

Homecoming

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 08:05:34 GMT

For those of you who don't know, I'm flying home tomorrow. I'll be a little busy the first few days, but rest assured, I will see you all soon.

I just finished packing my suitcases, and lugging them downstairs. I weighed them, and they are definiately more than 23kg. One of them is closer to 40. Yesterday, we had a festival, and I got to wear a gorgeous yukata. It was so much fun! I have a lot of pictures to show you guys.

I wuold do a long, sappy entry about how fast this year went, and how sad I'm going to be saying goodbye to the people who have become my family and all that (actually, I've been doing that all week, and let me tell you, it is no cakewalk.) Especially Syoko, Saiko, and Nic. The first two are my host sisters, and they taught me what it was like to be a little sister for a change. Be the baby of the family. Nic taught me kendo, tried to teach me Japanese, and was my best friend all year long. kind of adopted me as his little sister. What am I going to do without him? Skype a lot, I guess.

But right now, I am going to play Metroid Prime Hunters on my DS. Why? because Nic put it on my pirate cartridge and it is DAMN FUN. Also, I have to beat this "!#%#"$&"#%'#%"&$!#"!!!! boss.

My host mom snuck up on me during a different boss fight, not knowing how immersive these things are. Scared the frak out of me. I thought Spire was here to take me down personally, for ball bombing him so many times.

But I digress. Gaming awaits. I'll see you all soon. :)

Do you remember Muted Faith?

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 06:43:04 GMT

Or possibly Wicked Alchemy?

Angel, the creator of both, passed away recently.

The forums are totally gone now, so I can't get any other updates. No more Cherie, or Radical Jojo or Dead Dragon... it's so strange.

It's all sort of surreal. I've been following her work on and off since 7th grade. Talked to her a few times online. Muted Faith was the first forum I ever joined, and what officially beat all the stupid AOL chatroom language out of me. All the while hoping to someday commission some artwork from her, because I both like her style, and can appreciate wanting to do what you love for a living rather than working shitty jobs.

On the bitchy political side, she might have been saved if it wasn't for the US health care system. She was between jobs and just finishing up school, and she couldn't afford health insurance. So she while she was having all the signs that something was wrong, she wouldn't see a doctor because she couldn't afford to. She ended up dying on teh way to the ER. She's left behind her husband and a little girl because she couldn't afford medical care. And the rest of us will never see the end of WA.

Obama

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 04:46:43 GMT

so,　I imagine all of you are keeping up with the news. I have to ask...

How do you all feel about Obama now?

Piercing, not for the faint of heart, either.

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 06:16:47 GMT

Okay, some of you may have seen the facebook. But I am going to come clean.

I want to get my nipples pierced. Twice. Each.

It will look like this:

(this is a man's nipple, by the way. Mine will obviously be prettier. And smaller.)

I am looking for a good piercing studio inthe Ann Arbor area. Somewhere really clean with a good reputation. So far, Omega has suggested Pangea. I've looked at their website and so far I like them. The Lucky Monkey also looks pretty good, except for the serously lacking gallery online.
So does anyone have any suggestions for where to go? Obviously, I'm not going to get a shitty Claires job like I did for my ears. I mean, these are my beloved boobies I'm talking about here. One wrong move and I could lose sensitivity forever! That said, all and any advice is greatly appreciated.

Tokyo

Mon, 11 May 2009 07:39:34 GMT

I just got back from tokyo. I took loads and loads of pictures. I need to get to a computer that has working USB ports to upload them. Some of the pictures turned out really well.

In case you're interested, I went to Asakusa (think Ren fest fused with art fair and open year round), Shibuya (where I have funny stories involving expensive shoes.), Harajuku (which is super super sweet), Akihabara (COSPLAYING!!! All the streets blocked off for the may festival, too!) and Tokyo Tower (The sunset was GORGEOUS from up there, and the elevator lady uniforms are so cute.)

Shibuya reminds me of the JRPGs Meghan likes to play. I -may- be misrememebring something, but i seem to recall that huge crosswalk iwth all the trendy shops in one of the games she was playing last summer. And, a reall tall, roundish one, specifically, called 109. I was THERE. I was actually THERE. And I felt like such a nerd, too. XD.

I bought two pairs of really crazy (expensive) shoes there.

DS Lite

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 08:21:52 GMT

I am seriously considering using my government stimulus money to get a DS. And, possibly, Call of Duty 4. because I can't handle a JRPG, and I need guns and BOOM.

All you need is time...

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 18:33:40 GMT

I want to have anal sex with a strap on in texas

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 05:07:29 GMT

CLEARLY THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 14:53:49 GMT

TA SUILE ALAINN AGAT!!!!!

YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL EYES!!

That is not Japanese. Nay, that is Gaelic, my friends. GAELIC.

I'm living in Japan, learning Gaelic on youtube.

There is something seriously wrong with me.

ALSO. Happy Australia Day! Today is the day Australia gained independence from the British. And some stupid white people decided today that it was going to be "whites only" and threw a riot.

But, really, today is just a good day for a barbeque, y'know? I, for one, am eating CAKE. That I got at the store right next to my house.

Dead and Dying

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 08:25:15 GMT

So I got a couple emails from home yesterday.

The first was about my Uncle Tom, whose cancer has, apparently, taken a turn for the worse.

The second was about Esther, my dad's litereary agent and our long time family friend. Her husband just passed away.

I'm supposed to write both of them now. The trouble is, I don't know what to say.

'Im sorry for your loss' seems like a decent start for Esther. But 'goodbye' seems more like a punch in the face for my Aunt Barb. Plus, Uncle Tom has the I-Will-Die-When-I'm-Good-And-Ready attitude.

But, even if it's bad juju to say goodbye, this is exactly what it is. And, honestly, time is pretty quickly running out. He's lived about five years past his death sentance, but his body has more cancer in it that flesh. His liver is really just a gigantic tumor with the occasional patch of healthy tissue. And it's everywhere else now, too. Things are not looking good.

How do you tell someone you're sorry for their loss without sounding generic? How do you tell someone goodbye when they aren't ready to go?

Fabric is a problem

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 11:28:49 GMT

Hypothetical fabric shopping sucks. I know the relative feel, drape, texture and look of the fabric I want for this dress I fully intend to make when I get home. But finding that fabric online? Hahahahaah. The colors are too light,t he selection sucks. I -know- I can find somethign really oddball specific (4 way stretch latex? Easy. Pink and green PVC? -snore-), but not entirely sure of the exact fabric? Huh. Yeah, it's hard.

The thing is, I -know- Joannes would have it. If I poked around their fancy fabrics. Here, we have bright and pastel satins! Very shiny! Or we have This other stuff that you don't want at all!!

Personally, I would like something with a bit of drape to it, that might work on a dance floor. Hell, this was orignially designed as a little black dress. The trouble is, I -have- a little black dress. It is very cute, and I adore it. But this dress is different. One way, I could wear it clubbing, and that's about all it would really be good for. The other way, it might work with a stiffer taffeta, but it would look like a recycled bridesmaid gown. This isn't inherently a bad thing, but.. I dunno. In some ways, it could even look almost Mother Of The Bride, and that is a big No-No for me. On the other end, TJ Maxx clearance rack. (In other words, kind of cheap looking. And there is a big difference between a cheap dress and a cheap looking dress, you know?)

That thing in the front, the rectangle? That's a piece of metal with a design etched into it (the flowery thing).

And I really really really really really love the back. The way the cord loops into it like a drawstring? It does that in the front, too. It's all tension. It's coolI'm really happy with the design. I just need to play with fabric before I can know for sure, you know?

THINGS I AM CONSIDERING

Irridescent taffeta in an eggplant of some sort.
Whatever the heck my cousin's bridesmaid dresses were made out of becaus that stuff was AWESOME.
Stretch satin.
Dark, printed cotton.
Chiffon.
Rayon/poly/spandex (I have a dress made out of this stuff. I love the color and texture, and it has a really good drape to it.

In seamstress jargon, I'm kind of looking at a full circle skirt right now. Since I don't really want to separate it into two pieces, this means a lot of MATH (kill me) and a gigantic flare instead of the cheater's method (using measuring tape as a giant compass and making a circle. Works every time)
And my waist doesn't um.. do that. Which means CORSET TIME (featherweight plastic boning for breathability and dancing comfort, because I can in no way afford spring steel boning.)So would a stretch work over a corset? of course not, you would see funny bumps and things underneath. not pretty, yo. Which is why I started lookig at stiffer and heavier materials.

(1) You can stand all night
At a red light anywhere in town.
Hailing Marys left and right,
but none of them slow down.
I've seen the best of them go past,
I don't wanna be the last.
Give me something fast....

(2) Peter sent me a letter for our anniversary. And he took photobooth pictures and the letter was really cute. I'm full of happy.

Ireland won't make me give up US citizenship to naturalize (But Uncle Sam will keep taxing me).

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 13:43:52 GMT

So... We have Alice and all her wonderful writing glory. Who's excerpts chill my very bones and make me cringe whenever I have to read any of MY writing.
And I have a... Shitty second draft based on a shitty first draft, and the other people that I have given it to really don't have the time to read it and aren't being very helpful.

So I am going to start posting excerpts. Like.. right now.
I'm not sure how to do LJ cuts, so, could someone please tell me?
For now, though, you'll jsut have to bear with me.

For your reading pleasure:

Prolouge (approx. 1681 words)

A young woman watched the sun rise slowly over the hills. The bells of the church were ringing out the start of the new day, the time for the nuns of Fahlow Hill to rise and tend to the refugees who flocked to the abbey. Even the dark haired girl watching the sunrise, her family, like so many others, had sent her to the abbey at the start of the war, after the old king died, and no heir was found. Anyone with any sort of power started fighting for the throne, and even neighboring countries had started invading, trying to profit off the anarchy that was slowly devouring the northern kingdom. The girl turned away from the beautiful sunrise and went back about her daily chores. The war sent everyone who couldn’t fight here. The sick, the wounded, the scared, and the orphaned; native or foreign, they all came to Fahlow Hill seeking sanctuary. It was safe there. No one would try to harm the church.
Beyond the hill where the sun rose, the nuns weren’t the only ones waking up for the morning. A small force had gathered in the night, following the rumors of a certain Duke and what was left of his men hiding in the quiet convent. This place could be sacred no more, not while the Duke was allowed to live in it. General Von Dermolen ordered his men to be as quiet as possible while they donned their armor and marched into formation, and slowly up the hill. Only a hundred of his most loyal men were chosen for this. Even then, that might have been too many, but this was good for morale.
The reverend mother had heard rumors that the general had been hunting down whatever was left of the Duke’s forces. She had seen the fires the night before, from the torches as they marched over the hills. It was these hills that she watched, now. The dark haired young woman passed, giving her a smile.
“Good morning!”
“Lass, look,” said the reverend mother, pointing out to the hill. The girl watched, horrified, as an army marched over the crest, and stood, waiting for their leader to give the order.
“He’s finally come for us,” said the reverend mother.
The girl was about to ask who, before her breath caught in her throat. She saw him, and even at this distance, could see that he was a giant of a man on horseback. He rode to the front of his army.
“Lass, we have to warn the others!” The old woman ran toward the bell tower, as the general shouted the order to charge. The echo of his voice was soon drowned out by battle cries and the panicked cries of the warning bell. The swarm was on them in a moment, charging straight into the hospital. What few of the men could take up arms did, and fought against the general’s men. They were taken down swiftly. Two men found the duke, resting in a bed near the end of the ward. He looked at the armored men before him.
“So, you found me.”
“Get up,” said the soldier.
“I’m just a man.”
“Not for long. Soon you’ll be just a corpse. Get up.” The soldier pulled him out of bed by the collar of his nightshirt. The man had no leg. He reached for his crutch, and the soldier knocked him to the floor.
“No, sir, you don’t even get to do that.” They picked him up and carried him into the pandemonium outside, pushing through the crowd. The other soldiers jeered as the duke was paraded through the streets to the bell tower. An old woman lay dead at the base, her body broken as if from fall. They kicked her corpse aside and marched up the stairs onto the platform where the rope to the bell dangled. The men carrying the duke threw him to the floor. One of the soldiers rang the bell, slowly and deliberately. The screams below calmed for a moment as everyone below held their breath in terror. General Von Dermolen rode casually into the town on his huge, dark horse, his black hair billowing out behind him in the wind.
“I am in control of this part of the kingdom, now,” he said, his voice echoing. “Fahlow Hill has been harboring enemy forces for too long. It ends now. Kill him!”
The soldiers tied the bell rope to the duke’s neck and threw him over the side of the platform. The nuns and refugees and villagers below watched in horror as the man slowly strangled to death, kicking what was left of his legs. As he swung, the bell rang, singing out the end of the town below. The bell rang one last time as the men cut the rope and let the duke fall with a sickening crunch to the ground below.
“Take the town!” Shouted the general. The soldiers shouted their glee, taking food, valuables, whatever they wanted.
The young nun stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the general. He felt her gazed, and turned to meet it. She was a beautiful young woman－thick, curly brown hair that hung to her waist, a slender body－and, if the rumors were true about the abbey, she was pure. And it had been a very long time for him. He got off his horse and began walking toward her.
The girl heard a scream and saw a soldier taking another of the girls. She looked back at the general and saw the same hunger in his eyes as on the solder next to her. She tried to run, but the large man was already on her, lifting her up off the ground with one arm, holding her mouth with his other hand. She struggled, trying to scream. He laughed, shushing her softly, his mouth brushing her ear. His dark goatee grated roughly against her cheek.
“Shhhshhhshh, lass,” the general said with a chuckle. “Who’s going to save you?” The girl cast another glance at the other soldier, and the general chuckled again.
“Don’t worry lass, I’ll find us a better place.”
He half carried, half dragged her into the church, down the aisle and onto the altar. People screamed in terror as other soldiers flooded inside. He carried her into the room off the altar, kicking the door shut and dropping her to the floor. A whimper escaped her throat. He began to take off his armor.
“Pater noster,” she muttered. “qui es in caelis…” He shot her a look, but she didn’t take notice. He hit her, hard, with the back of his hand, and sent her sprawling to the floor, her cheek stinging.
“…sancificetur nomen tuum,” she whimpered, falling once again into the ritual. “Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo…”
The general rolled his eyes, pulling off his codpiece and tossing it aside. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanking up roughly.
“Si-sicut in caelo et in te-terra!” she sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Pan-ne-nem nostrum qu-quoti-ti-tidianum da…” The prayer fell away as the girl’s sobs took over. Her whole body shook, and she could still feel the cold metal of his mailed gauntlet on her face. She pulled her legs up to her chest, trying for all the world to make herself as small as possible, to disappear. She felt him touch her, running his now bare hand up and down her back as he chuckled softly. He pulled her hands away from her face, and brushed her hair off her cheek and forehead. His hands were rough and calloused, and the motion only pretended to be gentle.
“Lass, I’ve been all over the world. I’ve seen everything, done everything, and you know what I’ve learned?” He leaned in close, tugging her up harshly by her hair, his hot breath on her cheek, “There is no god. You are alone, and no one can save you now.” He pulled out a knife and cut open her dress, ripping it off her and tossing it to the side. The stone floor sent chills up her spine, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. He pulled off the rest of his armor, the chainmail, and the leather. There was nothing left except his clothes. He reached down and stroked her hair. “No one, except me.”
“From what?” The girl asked, her voice wavering.
“I have a hundred men out there, and more on the hill, who would love a chance at you. I’m saving you from them.” He reached down, placing a hand on her inner thigh, tracing his fingers upward. She tried to push his hand away, he hit her again, splitting her lip. “Unless you disobey me. Don’t you want to be saved?”
“How do I know you’re not going to hand me over to them when you’re done?” He laughed again.
“General’s choice. General never shares.” She shut her eyes, trying not to scream, trying not to feel. He shoved her down on the freezing stone floor. Her wrists were pinned under his hands. He was right, she was completely alone.

It was much later that evening when his men were through with the village. Some garments were taken off a corpse for her to wear. Bodies were stacked into piles. What supplies had been salvaged were taken. The young woman’s wrists were bound, not that it was really needed. She was bruised in a dozen places and hurt inside and out. Coagulated blood still clung to her face. The general traced a finger along her arm, and she shuddered away from him. He laughed again.
“You’ll learn, lass.” He shouted an order, and the men set fire to the bodies. The flames licked upward, catching the clothes up to the top of the pile, and the nearby buildings. The general shouted again, and they began to move out. Just as they walked to the crest of the hill, she looked back. The entire village was engulfed in flames.

Dear Russian People on LJ

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 12:16:51 GMT

Okay, now, don't get me wrong. Moscow looks pretty awesome, from what I have seen in Nightwatch. Also, t.A.T.u is a pretty cool group. I just love the song Beliy Plashick. And your language is undeniably pretty.

Here's what I don't get, though. A) Im not so sure if all ten of you speak english. B) I certainly don't speak Russian, with the exception of the odd curse and a couple of random phrases I picked up listening to music.

That said, WHY DO YOU KEEP FRIENDING ME? It's a little weird.

To all of my real friends, has this happened to you? Are random Russians friending you? Or is it jsut me?

SKYPE

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 13:25:20 GMT

My skype name is jedimag.

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GET SKYPE AND TALK TO ME?!

I am lonely, and I miss you guys.

I ought to be editing my novel, but...

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 07:59:03 GMT

This is more fun. I've actually been invited to go to this with Charmaine, my cosplaying ALT buddy.

Behold, the Kawasaki Penis Festival.
To celebrate fertility, and promote safe sex! yaaaaaay.

http://www.2camels.com/kanamara-matsuri-festival.php

I know how weird it sounds, but, really, it just seems so much fun.
And where else are you going to see a bunch of really drunk guys run through the streets at cherry blossom time with a twelve foot long penis.

This place is awesome. Seriously.

PANIC!!!!

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 13:35:09 GMT

Absentee ballot arrived today.
What do I do? What do I do?

GAH.

I get one shot at this. I can NOT fuck this up. I can't go to the SOS office. I'm in JAPAN!

Wow. Okay. Wow.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I'm going to watch more firefly.

Man, my dad is telling me all this stuff that I don't agree with. And his way is to make it seem like the end of the world if I don't vote that way. Kinda pisses me off.
Not tellin' though. :p

Opinions

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 08:42:03 GMT

I have a morbid curiosity.

What are y'all's thoughts on chastity belts? Old fashioned chastity belts, mon chastitiy belts?

POST AWAY!

Serenity.

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 08:36:50 GMT

Been in a Firefly kick today. Feelin' the urge to run. Biked around the block for a solid hour after school so I wouldn't have to go home. I keep getting the overwhelming feeling that, while I'm welcome, this is only temporary. Probably because I'm moving again in a month.

I wish I had a ship. So while I'm running away, I'm always home.
No more temporary residence.