Wherever you are, Elisabeth, we love you. <3

Caitlyn's a dummy. She messed up ordering from Pizza Hut and accidentally hung up.

ronchronchronch

I get to assistant stage manage the mob at school.

Win. It's a Theatre for Young Audiences show too, and the director is my TYA prof. <3

OH. SO EXPECT ME TO BE LESS AROUND DURING OCTOBER AND NOVEMBER.

KISSING IS FOR FAGS.

My life has been a lie.

Lindsay time in 2 days

I'm pretty pumped I guess

like Neil Patrick Harris

she's the uh

uh

the Vala Mal Doran to my Michael Shanks I guess B^|

or the Bonnie to my Clyde

I don't really care are there any serial killer couples out there

This one time I wrote up some pedo porn to troll and close a serious discussion sex thread.

This is that story.

( Great Ejaculations: Cum Flew Into the Cuckoo's Nest )

bacca no kurogumo

Like, having war stories or something. Something to spice up my conversations!

Being a polymathic nerd is not enough, I fear!

I feel inadequate.

I hunger to be like Goethe. But at the same time, Jon Osterman. Or Patrick Bateman, depending. Kefka's somewhere in there too.

A great man, transcendent, not only homo sapiens novus/superior, but also homo universalis.

Or a sassy cat. FROM SPACE. A sassy cat from space who has an eyepatch with a skull and crossbones on it and who has swapped out his feet for bolted-on rocket boots!

tl;dr I feel like I'm boring to talk to. Hrm.

I think I'm in love with myself. B^|

H☆PPY 18TH BIRTHD★Y silicon_hearts ♥

Besties forever. ♥♥♥

I'd have probably killed a few people (mostly by accident) and robbed a few banks already.

Really, isn't that what we'd all do? Go nuts on a crime spree? And beat up regular criminals?

Digimon manga volumes are being sold second-hand from anywhere between $50 to $300 each. The mean tends towards $150.

Fuck you, Tokyopop. Start printing new editions.

And thus ends my second year of university.

Celebrated the last day with my friends in the department. Good drinking times. I'll miss them.

Up in the air if I am going back ever, I'm at the very least taking a year off. School is not for me. I have the mental capacity and more for it, but do I have the followthrough? No. I can't care about or commit to Drama, even though I do love it and am told I am very talented. And the people. (And in return, they care for and certainly like me, though that is not enough reason to stay, and certainly wouldn't be good reason to anyhow.)

And I am certainly very passionate about some things, and will throw myself into them, even bearing the gruntwork necessary, but. This I am not passionate enough about to really continue with. At least, not in a university setting.

I don't want to be anything. I don't want to do anything. I neither want to be great or influential; I don't care for getting a degree or contributing to society. I simply want to be happy. To live a comfortable life, to have good friends, and to, well, have a lovely lady by my side. Really, I have never had any life ambitions other than that.

So, I must discover what I may do to facilitate that, something I may still enjoy without fucking hating it more than half the time. Something I can be committed to, or at least appreciate the value of.

However, my now-summer is devoted to silicon_hearts because she is an amazing BFF. ♥

Am I lonely? Yes.

Am I unfulfilled? Yes.

Am I unmotivated? Yes.

This, too, shall pass.

But on my own terms, not some arbitrary values society has decreed for me.

Also, working towards eventually being in a relationship again. It shall take time, but that's not in short supply for me.

Ho-hum indeed.

PS I shall begin work on Digimon Tamers the Abridged Series soon. I have an amazing team lined up, so.

Where your life is going?

Is this 'hikikomori: North American' lifestyle really acceptable?

Do you ever think, "Shit, I'm going to die alone without accomplishing anything worthwhile"?

It's hard to break out of a non-life you've grown accustomed to over many years.

♥ silicon_hearts & scareless

Just what I needed, and more.

Thanks, gal pals. <3

again, again.

Professionally recorded by Peter J. Vooys. Another is coming soon.

This could be considered my OP, and the eventual second one my ED.

Anyways.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LD96PGIT

I may have underestimated how much I've downloaded and burned onto DVDs the last...however many years.

4 TB may not be enough to hold it all and still have room for new things.

Shit.

Because I always wake up fucking confused about what day, sometimes month, it is.

Goddammit. XD

EDIT: NO THIS IS NOT A CLEVER METAPHOR. :[

That is all.

(PS Run DMC is a good example.)

...That is all.

Also, red and green make me think of Robin, not Christmas. Hm.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

There's no denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at nothing. I sometimes sleep under the futon. I'm flossing my teeth constantly until my gums are aching and my mouth tastes like blood.

My nightly bloodlust is overflowing into my days.

I tried to make meatloaf of this girl's insides, but it didn't turn out so well. So I just smeared her meat all over the wall as I gnawed on a few strips of skin I tore off of her.

I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

What should I do?

mini anon meme


In which you say anything to me that you ever may have wanted to. Comment as many times as you want.

Say the meanest things you can. It will be more enjoyable that way. IP logging is off (it's never on,) and anon is (obviously) enabled.

I never really have, but.

Should I start again?

I'm tumbling down, tumbling down...

I have never felt any fucking worse in my entire life.

I'm so messed up.

This is not how I should live my life.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Bullet in the brainpan, squish.

Like, "There goes the Chan kid! I heard he broke a window!"

Or "There goes the Chan kid! I heard he raped a dog!"

There's no truth to any of these. >(

Also, I swear to God that Diz is pandering to us her LJ with these tales of neurology and such.

Rain...

Dark shadows of gloom hang above me.

That's how I feel. This isn't how I wish it to be.

The setting sun, the ending of life.

This is not how I wish it to be.

Morning.

The beginning of a day.

The beginning of another terrible day.

This is not how I wish it was.

Blue sky...

Something warm...

Something unfamiliar...

Something that fills me with horror.

I don't want this.

I don't want it to be this way.

Everything! Everything! I hate everything!

...

I'm afraid of being hated. My identity might start to disappear.

To become secure, I have to have...

Value! I want to be worth something!

I want to be worth enough to attract the attention of others!

I have no value without it... My life is worthless without it.

Then, what am I?

What am I?!

I have left the finale of the TV series on repeat for the last few days out of laziness.

It has made me realize that I strongly resemble Shinji Ikari!

How depressing this epiphany is. XD

So, as some of you know, I've recently hit the cosplay scene, and I'd like some opinions from you fellows.

( Look, I'm such a huge fag! WARNING: Big pictures. )

I know I need the following:
-fake bird
-dark red & black make-up paint thing
-orange hair gel
-orange hairspray
-the shoes (sndals + hoodie sleeves + double sided tape?)
-THE CONTACT LENS and a regular one

I hope this will be epic. opinions plz

Wait, what?

Back in my day, you could soil a woman for five dollars. Ten and you could soil her twice. I miss those days.

I woke up at 5 today and got really bored.

One day I hope to be at least as funny as Andy Richter.

I really should register for my fuckin' courses, sirs.

China Blader Rei (10:43:33 AM): Beer?
Regent Quintus (10:43:39 AM): I have beer.
China Blader Rei (10:44:26 AM): The other thing that you eat with beer?
Regent Quintus (10:44:42 AM): Is this a gay joke waiting to happen?
China Blader Rei (10:46:33 AM): No.
China Blader Rei (10:46:43 AM): That was your childhood.
Regent Quintus (10:46:49 AM): ... XD

The problem with America is the Negro and the Jew.

Also, I strongly dislike people who cannot appreciate music such as metal for being what it is and instead focus on its apparent hilarity to them.

OMOI DOORI

(Also, I come from a long line of Espeons and this is the most poorly put together entry possible.)

You honkies.

1. Name:
2. Birthday:
3. Place of Residence:
4. What makes you happy:
5. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:
7. What is particularly good/bad about my LJ:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. Favourite place to be:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. Best time of the year:
13. Weirdest food you like:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A song:
4: A band:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your lj so i can tell you what I think of you.
4. POST A PICTURE OF YOU!

...Without some douchebag being taken agast, saying, "What about Mad Cow disease?"

Make my steak from happy cows, douchebag.

Kill her by burning her. Gotta watch her die until the end.

God I hate you all.

A long time ago... An infinitely long time ago... We lived in the shadows of history. Countless are those who have experienced hardships, tragedies beyond description... it is under these circumstances, that now, the Pandas will finally emerge from the darkness.

Bamboo prevails.

http://napalmsouldd.livejournal.com/12357.html

=O!

No, it wasn't anything dirty.

I was on the bus and the woman ahead of me had her little girl, maybe four years old, with her. She was facing forward, talking to her friend — but the kid was in her lap, looking back at all the people, when she finally came to me. She started making funny faces, and when little kids make funny faces at you, you're expected to make them back — so I did, and she smiled.

We did that for a while, and then she kind of reached her hand out towards mine, and I didn't know what to do, so I did the same and she pulled her hand back and laughed. Then she did the same thing, but she looked really shy, so I reached out again slower and she grabbed my thumb. I was amazed at how tiny her hand was and how happy she seemed to be just holding on like that, so I held hands with her for the rest of the bus ride.

It was kind of weird...but...really kind of shocking, too. Here was this little girl who didn't know better than to love everyone around her, and it made me sad that we lose that as we get older.


=(

They scar. The state known as maturity is little more than what a person used to be, covered in scars that keep them from feeling emotions.

We just keep getting thicker and thicker, till we die.