Animal Sauvage

[Calavera Diablos]

Advent of Nirvanic Beauty

Prongs is fun. He's bandaged his chest lately and borrowed Moony's jacket, so yes. He is Boy, he is sexy eunuch.

I missed the last Gay-Straight Alliance meeting due to my dissection exam in Anatomy lab. I had to dissect a cat and identify it's musculature, but my lab partners, who up until this point had decided to let me do all the work, accidentally chopped up the parts that were supposed to be left intact.
I got "A"s on last week's tests, so that made me less apprehensive.
I'm trying not to get too lost in my lecture class. We fell behind, so Prof. Carr is really plowing through our terminology. Thank god for the hand outs, or I'd never be able to keep up with her while making sure the spelling of my vocabulary words is correct.
Psychology is a real cinch, though I find myself snorting or making snide comments about Freud under my breath. Come on, when I dream about fish, it's probably because someone mentioned eating it earlier or perhaps connections with the symbolism of the Celtic Salmon (wisdom/knowledge), I'm not subconciously thinking about erections (ovens and pots for the female sex organs?! I am offended).

I've been spending my free time with the Marauders lately at the Art Quad. Moony has thankfully gotten over his little crush on Justin the Flake (you'd think the world was coming to an end, the way his widdle heart seemed eviscerated), but Prongs is having a few family issues and other things he doesn't feel at liberty to discuss. He's been in quite a funk lately and he keeps stepping lightly around me, as though my silence is some expression of annoyance. I just like to keep out of people's hair when they're in a bad mood, I'm not put off by his behaviour. I'm not much of a talker unless provoked into one, he knows that. You know you've found a good friend when you both can remain silent without the atmosphere becoming tense. I might see him on friday or something... Have a few drinks and watch amusing movies.

Last week, Prongs and I got some orgasmic Mexican food and had a lesbian/female empowerment movie marathon; "Iron Jawed Angels" (an amazing movie about women's sufferage), "Monster" and "If These Walls Could Talk 2". Prongs decreed I must watch "Practical Magic" or die, so I ended up watching it and enjoying myself.

Urgh, I can't wait for the Kitchen to be done with. The construction guys have already fucked enough stuff up. You'd think professionals would do a better job. I was painting the ceiling after scrapping off all that cottage cheese shit, then they got back in after fixing the doorway and they PAINTED OVER THE LIGHT BULBS. They installed the bulbs first, then just used a roller and painted over the damn things. So, now I have to scrape all the paint off. I can't believe my parents are paying for this shit.

I was groped and offered bathroom sex the other day by Blue's friend and I did not enjoy that behaviour. Meh. I don't even know this person, I don't know her name and she was more clingy than a goosehead barnacle. Hurk. I don't mind Moony or other people I actually KNOW doing that shit to me, because I know they're just fucking around, but you don't fucking grope a stranger and keep them from moving against thier will. That's so not cute. Apparently Prongs and Lily got rather pissed off at her. I don't blame them, she was fucking creepy and rude to boot. None of us know her, she didn't bother to introduce herself, she just ran over and became a human shaped tumor around my waist. If she still doesn't back off after I explain the large diameter of my comfort bubble, I'm going to smack her. With the help of Evans and Prongs, apparently.

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I've been listening to the "Shoujo Kakumei Utena" osts by that crazy orchestral maniac J.A. Seazer again. Once translated, the chorus' lyrics seem random and strange, but actually hold very intricate symbolic meanings. The title of this diary is french for "Wild Animals" and the weird bold titles before the entries are actually songs or instrumental pieces by Seazer.

Scarlet of the Campus
I had made some plans with the Marauders, so I jetted over to the campus. I had gotten drunk with Wylde the previous night, which was fun (we watched a few movies) and I brought over the remainders of what I had bought. We all got pretty smashed in the art quad and well, weird stuff happened. Thank god Amy wasn't there, she would have killed me. Prongs and I started making out a bit, but despite our drunken yearning, we both realized that we both have some pretty hefty emotional baggage we need to dispose of before even considering being in any sort of relationship. That didn't stop us from shotgunning the screwdrivers I made or Prongs and Moony leaving fiftythousand hickeys on my neck. I looked like the victim of strangulation after they were done, so I had to borrow Prongs' scarf.
We rallied the troops are trekked to the cinema to watch "Shaun of the Dead". Shari and I killed some time by playing "Time Crisis 3" and I was impressed by her skill with the Guncon. After that, we went to Denny's since it was the only place open and we ran into an old highschool student Prongs used to know. He was a racist asshole and I would have decked him, were we not in a public eaterie.

I bought more kitten kibble, toys and litter for Kiddo today and picked up the second half of my paycheck. Richerd has some girl working there full time now *cries* so he doesn't need me as much anymore. Mmyep, definitely time to find another job like, now.

[Calavera Diablos]

No One Has Anything To Tell

Hung out with Yuko for a bit over last weekend. We watched a few movies and I treated her to lunch.

My mum has installed a new pond in the small garden inside the inlet on the eastern side of the house, it's really beautiful. It's natural looking, water cascading over small piles of stone and marsh grass. We got into a fight over nothing because we were both tired and the living room electricity kept shorting out everytime someone used the microwave.

Prongs' 17th birthday is coming up this Thursday. I'm not sure of what to do about a cake since he's lactose intolerant.
I'm making a sketch for him since I'm currently too poor to buy him something. I did want to get him a "Teach yourself Punjab" tape set since he's going to move to er... a place where that dialect is used. Crappy memory warehouse. There were also a few books that he wanted, so I think I'm going to use my Borders gift certificate on him.
We got our hair cut yesterday and Prongs looks great. My hair didn't come out the way I expected it to. He cut it way too short and texturized the hell out of it. I just wanted the Sirius-like masculine haircut in the picture, dammit, but no, he claimed I needed more volume. That's what I fucking hate about hairdressers. You pay them to do the damn cut you want, not for them to go crazy and ignore you. It's like asking a painter to paint your living room walls one solid color, but instead he installs wallpaper with florescent alligators because it's "more fun". Jesus. I had the facial structure, hair type (straight ) and perfect length for that cut too and he butchered my hair. I look like a fruit bat with mange.

Lily and Seth broke up, which I feel bad over since they're both my friends. However, I do think it's healthier for them in the longrun. Amy is very dramatic and a high maintenance type of gal. Christ almighty, I refuse to go out with her now. I can barely stand her as a friend because she just likes to hear herself talk, she never really listens. If the conversation isn't about her, she'll steer it to her. She's the type of person who will interrupt you during a family dinner so she can unload all of her problems onto you. Oh and she has to make EVERYTHING about sex. She's nearing her 20's and she's bragging like a pre-teen kid. Moony and I will occassionally make a silly joke or a sexual innuendo, but Lily is just... inappropriate. She'd talk about getting oral sex (loudly) in front of children or in a restaraunt, that's how bad she is.

Moony, Prongs and I might be going to Knott's this weekend, that is, if we could get the 'rents to allow us. *sigh* So depressing. College kids asking their parents if they can stay out late.

[Calavera Diablos]

Androgynous Me

Moony, Evans and I stayed up until midnight working on Prongs' damn prezzies. Moony made him a funky Quidditch themed shirt using fabric paint, Evans painted him a card using acrylics and I made my crappy drawing. I bought him some of those almond roca thingies too this morning, since I needed cigarettes and I know Prongs has severe addiction to anything even remotely sugary (the man swallows "Equal" packets when we go out to eat! Several! Not just one!).

We had to chase after Evans' damned cat because he's not allowed outside, but tried to run away everytime the screen door is opened for the hourly patio smoke break. During said breaks, we joked around about Moony wearing drag (I insisted not just for Halloween) or possibly jumping out of a large cheesecake completely barearsed for Prongs. He wasn't too excited about that idea.

Prongs was very happy this afternoon, having got his goodies and all. Lily wore this frilly ass lacey bra thing and matching shirt (Sure, I'll walk with your boobies-I mean...you.) and I slicked my hair back with pomade and wore my extremely pimpin' three piece black pinstripe suit. Then he had to go bugger off to his driving test. Shari came over at about that point, so Moony, Shari, Evans and I ate some burgers at Red Robin and made weird comments on "Interview With a Vampire". *group commences to crowd laptop and shudder orgasmically*

Movie Armand (Sexy, Velvety, Capey, Bitey Man with a big ass weave): I SEX YOU UP BECAUSE I AM THE SEXY!
Armand: Come and be my sexy vampire bitch!
Louis: *fidgets* ... Damn 8 year old daughter/wife.
Armand: You are beautiful, my friend... *commences to fondle Louis' painfully angular cheekbones*
Us: Kiss him, dammit! Aw...

Carriage Scene where Armand saves Louis after the massacre at the Theatre De Vampyres
Armand: *extends hand* Louis!
Louis: *hops ungracefully into carriage*
Us: Oh yeah, massage the buttocks as he struggles to get in there.

Art Gallery scene, near ass end of movie
Armand: I saved your life, therefore you want to have sexy good time now, yes?
Louis: *whinewhinebitchbitchmylifeisadarkpitofdarkness*

Near ass end of movie where Brad and Tony almost kiss
Us: *groupsquee* "Dammit, there should be a "make out" button on the dvd menu somewhere!"

Lestat: *adjusts lacy ass shirt cuffs*
Us: Damn sexy, effeminate bastard!

*cough* Ahem.

Shari, Moony and I went to Hollywood and checked out a small gathering of newly formed bands. Most of them were really funny in an embarassing way. This one guy was the frontman/keyboard player who had a pechant for flipping his hair and slamming his elbow on the keys for melodramatic effect. The bassist did this weird ass pose THING that I couldn't even possibly hope to explain or emulate. They then did a cover of "Gettin' Jiggy With It", which was about the point I realized I wasn't going to be able to get through the night sober. Unfortunately, there was a bar which meant carding, which meant ids. I was thristy as hell though, so I had a Roy Rogers (4 dollars for a glass of ice and maybe 2 drops of watered down coke and cherry syrup) but then some good samaritan bought me an Adios Motherfucker and a Crown Royal, which made me a much happier, saner Padfoot. The DJ kind of butchered what would have made a good "Band Vs. Band" mix, but yeah. Ugh. We made up for it in dancing like idiots. We basically just did weird stuff we've seen other people do that is hideously embarassing, but hilarious to watch (you know, like white people). Moony did mostly the "Fairyest Fairy" sashaying and pseudo-Raver moves. I did the Oscar Wildcat dance (stand near dancing friends, occassionally lifting drink glass to beat of music) and Shari did some Para-Para arm waving stuff that looked like it could potentially hurt if you got anywhere near her.

We called it a night at 1am, then went out onto the corner to smoke. We narrowly avoided the scary, neanderthal prostitute and waved to the drag queen. We couldn't figure out whether she was a drag queen prostitute or simply a drag queen. As we left, some guy pulled up in an Eclipse and apparently thought Shari was a "mistress of the night" (despite her tennis sneakers, Moony's oversized leather coat and a woolen beanie). This wasn't planned at all and I hardly thought Shari's manner of dress was... whorish. Cro-Magnon Harlot was flashing people (it was horrible, they were saggy...) and we were just walking back to the car. Right. Only in Southern California.
So, Shari's the Ho', I'm the Pimp in the suit and Moony's the Bodyguard. I was kind of pissed because everyone up until that point thought I was actually a guy, but the nasty 40-year old man could tell I was a girl, despite the bandaged chest, manly suit and manly, angry, "don't fuck with my friend Shari, or I will break you" handshake. After which, I said the typical stupid drunk thing for the night: Dammit, I'm a Man! I'm a Pimp! I am Sexy Man-Pimp!
Shari went to her blind date after that, then Moony and I had some food at IHOP before scuttling off to bed in the thick ass, scary, "Silent Hill" fog.

[Calavera Diablos]

Paleozoic Within The Body

[ Current Mood | frustrated ]

Aunt Sally (the fatter bitch) called and copped an attitude with me as soon as I answered the phone. She curtly informed me that Mitsuko's condition has worsened. As though I don't have the right to know what the fuck happened to the one aunt I like because she's a decent human being. Mom's gonna be gone for awhile, she didn't give me any details either, like I'm 5 or something and not emotionally stable enough to handle it. I just want to know what's going on for fuck's sake. I hope Sally chokes on a sandwich (ham) and suffocates. Fat fucking bitch.
We all knew this shit was going to happen. We all said moving to Portland was a bad idea. Stay in Saipan, please. You have friends there, they'll be able to take care of you better than (*coughSallycough*) the people over in Oregon. Stubborn Mitz. I don't blame her, she misses her son. Still, you can't trust Sally to take care of anyone, let alone herself (she's had so much practice depending on Grandpa) and her house IS NOT handicapped friendly. Her tub/shower is too damn high for Mitz to get into and unless Sam left the apartment (due to roomate problems) and is living with Sally again, no one else could possibly pick her up to help her.
I know she's going to die. I don't know when. Last time, the doctors didn't even expect her to make it past last year but she (up until this point) has been doing fine, despite what they've said. It took me awhile to accept it and I can, but dammit, I don't want her to die. There are so many things she hasn't done yet. Sam's not out of college yet. I want Mitsuko to be able to see her son get married and have her experience being a grandmother. I have a feeling there's going to be a humongous family fight in the future, I can feel it. One worse than last time.
I'm distraught and I wish Evans would stop calling me with her neurotic bullshit. I feel like I have to establish the boundaries every damn week. I don't want to be with anyone right now, I have to sort out my shit first before being arsed with theirs. Why do I seem to attract the dramatic whiners? I'm being firm without losing my temper, but everyday, I get closer and closer to losing it and if I don't just dissapear for awhile, I'm going to cuss someone out.
On a happier note, Kiddo's shots went fine. She's such a trooper. The vet said she was too fat (they thought she was pregnant?!) but Dad, Mom and I don't think she looks fat. Since the fucking vet is obviously a professional and knows what the shit she's talking about, I've halved Kiddo's food intake and hopefully when she goes in to get spayed, she'll be of a healthy weight. Personally, I think Kiddo's too skinny, she looks like a little white bitch who needs a big ass sandwich.
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Mum's gone and my cd drive keeps freaking out.

I picked up the ost to "The Secret of Roan Inish" and it's really breathtaking. Lovely fiddles and flutes and irish songs (I think they're irish? ).

Saw Fuller awhile back, working on a painting and I finally gave Danny his Sid Vicious shirt. I hope he likes it.

I think freakin' Richard lost my damn number again, because he hasn't called me. I'm still looking for a new job. *sigh*

After studying my ass off for anatomy, I feel like posting, but the RP boards are so dead. I'm still working on my law and order based one, but since I've been devoting more time to school, it's going very slowly.

I'm kind of depressed and a little angry over the situation with Mitz. I'm taking Moony to Jessica's tomorrow, we'll hopefully just have some fun and fight off our ill will together. I would call Fuller, but he's so busy with work and Danny that I'd feel bad bothering him. If fucking Richard would bring me back, maybe I could visit him in my downtime. I need to stop by the shop again and make sure he doesn't lose my fucking number. He always kept in the the drawer with the vcr remote, now all of a sudden, he loses my number. Maybe he wants to sack me because he has a fulltime girl and he just doesn't have the heart to tell me.

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Sacred Image

Woke up with Kiddo breathing in my face this morning. I had the oddest dream, odd because I haven't been having dreams lately. I've been too tired. I was playing some character (another Silent Hill-esque ghost town complete with mysterious, bloody cult) in a team of people studying paranormal activity. We wandered through the seemingly empty town, running into scary Bacon painting monsters and the like, diving into hay lofts filled with corpses at various stages of decomposition. We suddenly found ourselves being hunted by the cult leader, a dark, brooding man with occult powers. I tried to kill him with a pitchfork and ended up being blown backwards by the full brunt of his ill will. I landed on the secondary sloping part of the roof and found a revolver my colleague had dropped in terror. My body remained prone, trying to trick this cult fanatic into thinking I had passed out while he rambled on his grandiose scheme to take over the world in darkness. Heh, fucking god wannabees. Always make the mistake of prattling on and on about themselves while the good guys get ready for some evildoer ass whooping. I leap up and began shooting at this guy, making some very loud ricocheting noises but no damage, then I was chucked off the roof. I threw my gun at the nearest friend, who I assume tried to take over where I had left off. I couldn't really see that well, what with plummeting a couple feet to my death and all.

Moony and I met at Denny's, then headed to Wylde's house. Had a smashing time (yes, ripping good laugh. muhaha) getting knackered whilst watching "Velvet Goldmine". Then we went to Wendy's and ate some food in a deserted parking lot and got some complaints off our chests about the people in the art quad and others. Ugh, I'll be going to a college FULL of angsty creative types. *gag*

Mum should be back next tuesday with the gory details...

Richard called me, what luck! I can go into work tomorrow at 11 and get some cash after dealing with... people. *shudder* I was not meant for retail. I need a job that has little to no human interaction.

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Akio Car

Damn, this weekend was the craziest.

Moony and I hung out, then went to Rage's 18 and over "GameBoi" night on friday. It was pretty cool (not Babylon but oh well) except all the girls seemed to be dancing with men. Non lesbian fun for me. We're a gay club, dammit, what the shit? Moony and I attracted our fair share of hotties and freaks. Moony got this nasty old man named Rich and I got some 26 year old geek named Steve. He was nasty Bisexual. I danced with him out of pity, but all we could do was shuffle in a circle. Ugh, he was so bad. Ew. Low point of the night. Moony scored some hot boy's cell phone # though, so I'm happy for him. We kind of got lost on the way back home, but we found the freeway soon enough.

Tonight, we went to Moony's friend's grad party (makes me feel so old) and got pretty smashed. Had some beer and jungle juice and some expensive cognac and I dunno what else. The damn porkchop patrol came by and brokw up thw party, but we still had fun. We managed to get back ok, listened to some good club music and stopped by the beach. A trio of hispanics were on the way up and we asmelled some bud, so we smoked out for a bit, which was so unexpected, but really cool of thwm. It was a crazy, crazy night.

I picked up Moony's dress, he's gonna be borrowing my cheetah jacket for pimp costume to MM and I got some stuff from hot topic to wear. It's not really a costume, just some fishnet stuff and pvc/viynl top. I'm uber excited to go back to Rage now that I actully know peeps who are going.

Moony and I also saw "The Grudge", which was prwtty damn scary if you ignored the giggling/whispering/screaming annoying-ass teenage girls in the back.

Hopefully, I can see Shari in her sexy outfit on friday and shit before MM. I need a good dancing hot chick, dammit.

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Evergreen Memory

WOW! I was checking out this one artist's website (found through randomly clicking on other artist's friend links) and while drooling over his amazing pieces, I found out about another great website. www.entervoid.com, it's a website where artists can go and "fight". Since most of us artists are socially inept, we spend most of our time trolling around the internet or playing videogames. In honor of the slew of strange fighting games out there, we create an avatar and "challenge" other artist's characters to fights. Both competitors draw a comic of the "fight" between thier characters. It can be serious or funny (my personal favorite Mickey has his character Dumas cook soup with his opponent) and the other artists rate both comics by Quality, Creativity and Entertainment, then vote on which comic was more enjoyable. This is the perfect cure for my drawing slump bug. Now I'm all excited to boot up the ol' wacom tablet and buy me a new paint program so I can digitally color my pieces. I told Moony about it, so we spent a few hours after class doing concept sketches of our characters. I'll fiddle with them and stick them on deviantart later, when the scanners not being pmsy.

It looks like Moony and I are going to have another full weekend of partying. Rage on friday night, Monster Massive on Saturday, then back to West Hollywood for this street party thing that happens every year. How does one wash vinyl? Oh, the torment...

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Poison

Ok, plans to go to Monster Massive have gone terribly awry. Looks like Moony and I are just coming back to Rage tomorrow night and we're coming back to West Hollywood on Sunday for this Parade thing.

Rage was pretty cool. I didn't get to see Dee there since she had work until 11 and she had friends to entertain. We (as in Moony and I) met J and a bunch of other people there from the Downelink Party and had fun. No one seems to think I'm a Lesbian, so I'm going to have to butch it up tomorrow night. The only problem is that the guys all seem to think I'm a guy too, even when I'm wearing the "stare at my breasts" vinyl bustier, so if I bind my chest and wear jeans and a t-shirt tomorrow night, it's going to be even worse. So, no one will think I'm a Lesbian and I'll have nothing but guys dancing with me. I just can't win.

We had an interesting cast of characters tonight: Johnny Syntax (the resident heroin dealer/gay pimp), The West Hollywood Diva (The ever gorgeous and elaborately dressed drag queen bee), Bomquisha (rather scary, hairy drag queen), Sunny (A demon Vampire who isn't afraid to help us young people break the law), Hot Cop (some dancer dressed as a cop who kept scaring the shit out of us b/c we thought he was Security), SoapBath Betty (one of J's friends who is an uber hot lesbian), Josh the G.I. Boy (this asian realator who Moony's had a crush on), Altar Boy (very attractive african american who always gets on his knees for worship), Mystic (a really scary old man in a wizard outfit who probably is a pedophile), Steve (scary 26 year old who stalked me in the club for the 2nd time), Rich (Moony's freaky 31 year old stalker), The Whore (he really is), Skye (the DJ at the Downelink Party), Virginia and Rebecca (J's fag hags), Shirtless Guy (uh, shirtless guy who likes grinding on Moony), J's friends (all gay, all obsessed with breasts).

We all went to this bitchin' Thai restaraunt afterwards (the place is open until 4am) and I almost had a heart attack from eating thier coconut ice cream.

Anyway, am hella tired from dancing. It's 6:15 in the morning and I need some sleep before I get up to do some chores before running off to Fairyland again.

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Someday, We'll Shine Together

I. HATE. PEOPLE.

I had a riot of crazy Bush supporters on the corner near the street leading to my house. On my home from school, a few of them noticed my Green Party sticker (I didn't realize they even had the intelligence to read! How comforting!) and began THROWING THINGS AT MY CAR. Where were the police? Probably mourning the fact that they didn't get the 2/3 vote for extra men and funds for thier stations. Half a friggin' cent, people. What the hell?! Don't you WANT to help out the brave men and women who keep you safe from rapists and pedophiles and put the immoral in jail (most of the time)?

I stayed up until about 2 a.m. trying to rekindle my hope. People needed a break from counting ballots. I went to school. I came back home. I did the laundry and washed the dishes. I watched the news. I might as well say goodbye forever to my brother. I can just see it now: "They're both really skilled marksmen, perfect for shooting those dirty sandniggers!"
Naw, I'll probably be advised to stay at home, make corn casserole and de-gayify myself so I can start makin' babies!
No hope for marriage anytime soon. I should be expecting some sort of Gay witch hunt, or a possible stoning at the South Bay Center.
I was in a horrible mood today. So horrible, that I wasn't paying attention on my way to el camino. I forgot to yield to some jerk in a Mercedes, cops pulled me over. Yeah, uh, where we you the countless times no one else signalled before cutting in front of me or suddenly changed lanes in the middle of an intersection, causing me to nearly smash into a Ralphs rig or maybe when those rednecks were throwing bottles at me? Or how about the time someone ran a red light at near 80mph and nearly killed me as I crossed the pedestrian walkway to school? I got a ticket and I have to go to court this december. My first ticket. Ever.
Shari, Moony, Judy, Loren and I chilled for awhile today, tried to make light of the situation. Hans said he's never voting again, it didn't matten in the end. We're at least trying to make the best of things. Trying not to get too upset over the inevitable 4 more years of complete and utter hell.
I stopped by the comic shop for awhile, which was a nice way of calming down. Alot of the people there (ok, all of them) are liberals and were discussing moving to Canada. Seriously.

Loren got locked out of his house for a bit. Once we got back in, we ate some Japanese food, listened to some Bjork and went home.

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Pessimism

I edited the last part of my previous diary entry out of respect for the owner of this messageboard.

I made some joking comment about the current president and the options of moving to Canada or hoping for an assasination in one of my friend's Livejournals and he nearly ripped me a new one. Apparently some thirty-thousand people were investigated for making "threats against the president". The CIA got internet tipoffs and proceeded to make profiles on every single person they arrested. This reminds me of the time many people were investigated for simply using the word "bomb" in chatrooms. I didn't make a direct threat, I didn't say anything that would incriminate HIM, just me. I suppose it just bothered me that this was the same man who gave me a bunch of lip service about not allowing others to control you. I did nothing wrong or suspicious and he certainly didn't seem like he agreed with my opinion, but he made this big deal about my comment and how it would be my fault if he gets arrested. If anything, I'd be the one who gets arrested for making that comment. First of all, it annoys me that he has no respect for the government and is proud of the fact that he doesn't recognize thier authority, yet he freaks out about the possibility of the FBI busting into his house. While I don't want to get anyone else in trouble (especially in the TD community), his reaction made me angry. He's the one who keeps preaching to me about not letting the government get me down and that I shouldn't even get upset over the election because I have no control in the end and it shouldn't matter to me if I do or not. I should just be. Well, I did and he had a cow about the whole thing. What's the point of the freedom of speech when a perfectly innocent (ok, not perfectly, but it obviously wasn't to be taken seriously) statement can cause such uncontrolled paranoia in others? We're at war on Terrorism by taking away people's fingernail clippers and wine bottle corkscrews at Airport Security?

On second thought, I highly doubt that anyone would be arrested for making a statement similar to mine. I'm sure that the FBI and CIA look for patterns and specific words before busting in on anyone. I still feel that Airport Security has gotten pretty ridiculous. I almost clocked a British security guard for taking away the cute little wooden sheep corkscrew I bought for Mum. Such a dangerous weapon of mass destruction.

I was glad to see protestors on the News after the results of the election. Hopefully, we can organize a similar gathering at school and formulate some kind of plan. Perhaps go to Washington to make some kind of statement. It's getting harder to think of a way to be heard and make a signifigant difference at the same time. If I have to endure having bottles and other debris thrown at me without the protection of my car, so be it. Moony and I also aren't afraid if we become victims of an anti-gay hate crime. At least that would open others' eyes about how far the zealots are willing to go and the inhumanity of it all. If I am confronted, I'm not going down without a fight. My personal experience with fighting has almost always resulted in the same thing; I always fight back in self defense, but that's never recognized. I can't expect the world to be fair or just. Every single therapy session I've had has resulted in me lowering my expectations one notch at a time. Now I realize, this is the only way I won't be too dissapointed or offended. I can't expect everyone to be openminded or kindhearted. Despite this, I'm not entirely without hope. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be bothering to put up a fight or try and change the world around my friends and I.

I've caught a throat cold from someone and it's really annoying. I'm filling out more job applications, so we'll see how that goes. I have to apply to Otis and Cal Arts pretty soon or I'll miss the Spring '05 deadlines.

Some of my GSA compatriots have commented on television shows giving a bad reputation to the gay community. I suppose I can't really comment extensively on this issue since the only gay friendly show I've seen has been Queer As Folk, which I enjoy very much. Novia claims it renforces stereotypes, but I don't agree. Sure, Brian may paint the image of the anti-monogamous gay male, but his character (along with the others) aren't entirely one dimensional. Micheal (Hal Spark's character) doesn't seem to really fit any stereptyope. I guess if you really grope for one, he seems like the Gay Male who seems Straight. I agree with Seth's words on this one, while there are harmful stereotypes of us in the world, everyone is an individual and you can't paint a general image of anyone unless they themselves propogate that image. Robert may be flamboyant, but that's simply the way he is. He doesn't act that way to "act the role" of a gay male. I've had alot of people, even in the gay community, gape at me when I told them I was a lesbian. I don't understand that at all. What were they expecting? The idea that even Gay people give into predetermined ideas of anyone is a shock to me. I don't know if we'll ever be free of this way of thinking, but I'm hoping someday we will.

[Calavera Diablos]

Conic Absolute Egg Algebra

It is 11.30 at night at the revered house of Diablos and Calavera, daughter of Fiora Isabel and Adrianno Lorenzo Diablos is sipping her 7th mug of hot chocolate. It's not really a mug persay, but one of those microscopic teacups that ladies of society use with the equally minute fingerholes that only ladies of high society can use because they limit themselves to diets of teatime pastries and snuff, which makes the mass of thier index or middle finger (but not the pinky, for that must NOT be used for holding the teacup, but extended outward in a rigid, sophisticated fashion) emaciated enough to fit itself through the aforementioned ring of porcelain.

Yes, cocoa, not coffee this time, for if I was drinking coffee at this time of night, I would be so riddled with high levels of caffeine that I would stay up into the wee hours of tomorrow morning only to promptly sleep through my two hour long Anatomy lecture.

A mere... *counts fingers* six and one half hours ago I watched "Team America:World Police" at Regal Cinemas whilst ingesting ludicrous amounts of popcorn, cherry coke and twizzlers. I nearly wet myself laughing. I missed, however, the surfing jesus image that Lily informed me of not two days prior to my viewing. The Puppet Sex Scene can only be described as terrible and horrible, yet funny in a highly disturbing and wrong fashion. The monolouge about Pussies=Liberals, Dicks=Patriots and Assholes=Fascists was amusing and I give my sincerest apologies to Alec Baldwin for laughing so very hard at his representation.

Currently, I am trying to occupy myself by watching "Kill Bill Vol. 2" for the millionth time, listening to Seazar and typing this entry at the same time. Contrary to Mrs. Diablos' belief, I obviously CAN multitask. I have come to the conclusion that I should put off my own story to write a short fic about Jailbait's birthday. Aaron and I had such a ripping good laugh reliving the conversations that took place prior to the birthday, that I am now obligated to write a Marauders' Era fic about the incident. This will involve large amounts of beer, whiskey, fabric paint and a Quidditch shirt forever changed now that it has it's owner's own quote"James Potter kicks ass" emblazoned on it's chest. No, seriously, I'm not just distracting myself from my own projects because I'm lazy. It will be brilliant, for I am a GENIUS and all of those other people for have made thier group of friends into Marauder-esque groups (especially The Shoebox Project) have obviously found a way to siphon my precious thought nuggets without my knowing. Not to insult the creativity of said groups and thier ability to make me choke on my cocoa and throat-clinging phlegm crabs with laughter.

Kiddo is going in to get spayed next Tuesday, after which she will probably never trust me again. It's a small price to pay to ensure that no more kittens will be traipsing on the Diablos property. 10+ cats is quite enough to handle, especially with the prices of cat food being so high since we don't buy cheap kibble, but the nutrient enriched beefy beef chunks (with beef). That's love, right there.

I have no plans for the holidays other than finding another job, an act that I've been pursuing for the past month with results all too similar to my previous job hunt at the beginning of summer.

Must go now, I cannot miss Pai Mei's brilliant, soul crushing Cantonese dialouge and constant, dissapproving beard flipping.

[Calavera Diablos]

The God's Name is Abraxas

devil phlegm [Nov. 9th, 2004|03:04 pm]
[ Current Mood | grumpy ]
[ Current Music | the tile guy is talking to himself again... ]

I'm sick. I think I got it from Moony. The coughing and pain is bearable because I can sleep in all day, which is all I seem to want to do. Kiddo went in for her operation today. She hates me. She won't even come out from under the bed so I can give her painkillers.
"I love pets" needs help, so I guess I'll swing by manhattan beach after school.
I coughed up this black devil phlegm from hell the other day. Mom said it's tar from the cigarettes. That's fuckin' gross.
I officially hate my anatomy teacher and I hopes she rots in the hottest bowels of hell with her shitty ass lecture slides too. Other than that, classes are fine and I'm all set to go to Otis next Spring.
Hm, I really like D from the center and she appears to like me back, but I'm having some major reservations about it. Maybe I'm just being a pussy. We'll see what happens, I guess. It's been like 2 years since I last had a decent lesbian relationship. I couldn't even find a new interest at Rage due to the large amount of Fag hags. All the lesbians I saw were either already in a relationship (why the fuck were they at a club then?) or didn't believe I was a lesbian. You know, because in order to be a lesbian I apparently need to weigh 400 pounds and have a shaved head. Don't forget the flannel. Novia pisses me off because she keeps making jokes about "Aww, Jamie's trying to be butch and it's not working, how cute". No, I've been dressing like this before I met you. She acts like every single thing I do is for the sole purpose of impressing her, it's really fucking insulting. And why the fuck do we have to keep putting emphasis on whether i'm butch or femme? I don't care, I'm flexible, I've been both roles before and if I HAD to see myself as such, I'd say I'm an even mix of both. Fucking fuck it.
Mom's back from Hawaii. The Kitchen's still under repairs.

People really, really suck. [Nov. 11th, 2004|08:19 am]
[ Current Mood | angry ]

Sometimes I don't know why I even bother being nice to certain people. I wish I could just fuck anyone I wanted and not care about anyone's feelings afterwards. And replace people with money and lots of stuff. I guess that'll be my new goal, model life after fictional asshole character and live a safe, hermetic existance. Or I could just not have any standards of any sort since no matter how far I lower them, I still get dissapointed by selfish twats.
I'm back to square one of being nasty sick (no tar this time, yay) and I need to text Moony and Prongs today. Drink lots o' al-kee-holl and let this all blow over. Makes me wish we moved to England, then I could just go pass out in some dank pub.
... I can't possibly be the only one in the house who has noticed the orange juice growing mold.
Apparently I'm "showing signs of" GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) and Borderline Personality Disorder. What a load of mooncalf dung. Since my Therapist doesn't have the credentials to turn me into a pill zombie, she advised me to see someone who can to get a second opinion. Mum and I had a fight over that. She's not one to believe in meds (except for cases like her brothers) but suddenly she's considering them for me?! She said I'm an adult and it'smy desicion, but she gave me that look. Like she'd be dissapointed if I refused. Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with me that I can't handle without "magical happy pills" and I really don't think that Norma's results have any validity whatsoever.
I liked D. I wanted to be in a relationship with her. I got in a bad mood after getting sick and especially yesterday when I found all that mental shit out, now suddenly she's all over Lily. They both ditched us last night while we were waiting for Prong's friend Erin at the Home Depot. Prong's claims Lily would never cheat on Seth, but Lily said if she did cheat, she would be honest about it. I guess we'll see this afternoon.

Shut Down [Nov. 15th, 2004|06:23 pm]
[ Current Mood | bitchy ]

Still coughing up phlegm and none of my pills and liquid meds are working. I did get to see Yuko over the weekend, so we saw "The Incredibles" which was a really funny movie. I can see why it's been doing so well at the box office. Been coughing my throat raw, the damn thing is so irritated that if I start coughing, then I start dry heaving, then I puke. I've been at home for about five days, so mom's considering seeing a doctor. It usually takes a week for the damn flu to blow over, so I don't see the point. The meds are nice though because they make me happy and drowsy so all I have to do is sleep. Unfortunately sleep is often disrupted by coughing, the need to blow my nose and coughing up phlegm globs the size of cincinati (I could check my Franklin Speller and correct that, but I have Fox, so why waste my time?). Then sometimes I get bloody snot because the capillaries in my nose break. My nose is all dry and crusty now. Oh, and I started my period today. Could this week get any better?
Lily and D can both rot in hell. She sure didn't waste her time after breaking up with Seth. My, oh, my. You know, Lily KNEW how I felt about D, but she didn't care. She claimed I didn't actively pursue her. I guess that saying "I really like you." and making out with D wasn't active enough! Then D claimed that she didn't know I liked her. Well, I hope D catches a veneral disease from Lily because she's a dirty tramp. She claimed I was the one being childish for getting angry at them, at least I wasn't the one who stabbed my friend in the back. It's not even worth getting angry over, at least this goes to show that I really need to examine my taste in people. It's a good thing I never got together with D in the first place, seeing as she's fickle. You know, you'd think they'd act better. After all the lip service Lily gives everyone at the GSA meetings concerning stereotypes about Gays being promiscuous, she sure isn't a shining example of how we contradict that.
I didn't get to see Jay at Rage last friday. *emotearwaterfall*
Kiddo's lost weight, so the vet can't say she's fat anymore. Yay. It's weird, the stitches make her look like she's got a bellybutton.
I have to go to court for my driving ticket in december, oh fucking joy of joys.
I finally finished "Royal Assassin" and now I'm hellbent on getting the third and last book to the series. I wish I could just leave my physical body and share minds with a wolf. Time has no meaning, all that matters is a warm den and meat. Seems like a simpler and happier life than that of a human.

[Calavera Diablos]

We Who Have Cast Ourselves Aside Become Fallen Angels

Such a stupid, so goth it hurts title, but the damn song works.

I haven't seen Prongs in awhile. I become this freakish arse around her. I don't want to piss her off further when she's moody, so I keep a distance, but if she seems sociable, I'll try to cheer her up. I just don't want to seem clingy or overbearing, I guess. She used to like me, or so Moony thought. So what if Lily's got humongous breasts, she's still an immature drama queen. Now Prongs likes some boy (bad lesbian) and is nowhere to be found. After reading her drunken entry in our book, I really started worrying bout her getting all sucidal. I texted her today about Judy, but that's all I said. Wow, I'm such an asshole, I could have at least asked her how she was doing. Maybe Lily's right and I am completely oblivious to the way I treat people. It's funny, for all the effort I put into keeping myself under control, I still end up being too chickenshit to do anything I should or want to be doing. Either I hold back too much or I'm too wild. When I see Prongs tomorrow, I will stifle her with attention since I haven't been lately and she'll just have to deal with it. It's better than her thinking I could give a shit about her. I don't know. It's not like I can help her with the whole Erin situation.

Moony and I are working on our own TV show idea placing emphasis on the teen and young adults of the gay community. We've already got about 17 pages of the first episode plotted out. I don't know if we're settling on this, but the current title is "18 and Over", which sounds like some nasty, terrible porn thing, but that's all I could come up with, sadly.

I feel like something very bad is going to happen soon. I mean, all friendships end, but this one kind of seems cursed. I suppose Prongs is much more mature than I am for still wanting to be Lily's friend. As for me, I think I'll continue to hate her for a bit longer. I don't take well to betrayal and shit going on behind my back.

[Calavera Diablos]

Everyone wants Depends
[ Current Mood | right pissed, old sausage ]
[ Current Music | The streets- don't mug yourself ]

Soy chupa bien soy chupa chupa bien soy bien bien chupa bien bien bien chupa chupa

new stuffers.
Mot and Scap. aww.
www.deviantart.com/deviation/12666875/
Joyce from Moony and I's unfinished screenplay, "18 and Over"
www.deviantart.com/deviation/12633987/
Blackwater Crew part I
www.deviantart.com/deviation/12600984/

Chupacabra Chupacabra Chupa Chupa Chupacabra

Had a surprise dentist appointment, now with 50% less bleeding!

We all managed to get drunk during Thanksgiving, thanks to Carol Lou's "special" eggnog (special meaning large amounts of brandy and rum). We all ate dinner, then drank, then ate pie, then drank some more, then argued about the gunning down of wolves in alaska and seals in catalina. Then we passed around more eggnog. And a good time was had by all.

On Saturday, I went to Jess' after thanksgiving party of drinking and leftovers. It was loverly, simply luscious (huh huh, Luscious Malfoy) and festive. Jess makes a mean... well, everything. If she were my wife, she'd never leave the kitchen. *dodges thrown objects*

Anyway, back to today. After applying a power disinfectant (JD) to my bleeding gums, I went to the gay quad to see Moony. We pretty much ran around and acted like arses as per usual, except this time Yuko and Roni showed up with sushi. Loren defied me to make his camo hunting jumpsuit sexy, so I did. *thrust* Har, suck on that Fuller. I dare you to strut around in public in THAT padded atrocity and still look half as good as I do. Everyone wants da Pads.

...Moony thought I said "Everyone wants Depends", so I'd hate to think of what's going on in HIS sick little mind. I guess I'd visit him after he's arrested for sexually harrassing a wheelchair bound centurion. We are friends, afterall.

The Anthony dance has somehow become bearable and I hope it doesn't spread at the club scenes. *shudder*

Instead of using the vulgar, downbeat word, "Fuck", Judy, Moony, Tony and I came up with the much more palatable Krslop. So, "Fuck you, you motherfucking fucker." shall now be "Krslop you, you motherkrsloping krsloper."

Actually, I turn my back to the krslop since it isn't as lyrically pleasing nor as angry. I mean, how freaked can some meaty, possible ex-convict on the freeway get when you yell "krslop you!" ? Eh. krslop it.
I'm actually glad my Saturn is old and crappy and has a tape deck, since I can now learn Cantonese in the privacy of my own car. The guy who was helping us install the glass in the kitchen didn't seem to appreciate the language, which was his own fault really for standing so close to my open door.

Counting down the days until my traffic ticket court thing. Less painful than the dentist, but just as humiliating. I have to take traffic school for daydreaming. In the words of Master Buck, "Dude, that's so fucking gay."