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Badass song.

Over the mountains and the seas, in her arms is where he’ll be. Certainly is an amazing song. Beautiful, too at that. The entire band was amazing when they still had Tarja. AMAZING BAND, amazing music. Wish I could see them in concert. It would be an awesome performance. Nonetheless, if you’re ever looking for inspiration, I suggest this band. If anything at all, look into this “opera metal.” You won’t regret it.

Antiques, crack fiends, jaywalkers, and waving as if you were on fire! What a day.

So as I'm sure you are realizing, to the 0 people who read this (xD), I kind of live a rollercoaster kind of life, where some days I'm awesome, and others days... well, not so much. I'm still grieving about my cat, but hey, I suppose laughing is the best cure for pain.

Today I went out to the movies with two friends to see Megamind. Well we went to Chipolte, ate our food, then decided to walk around to an antique store nearby. Now, I used to go to antique stores with my dad when I was a kid. I actually didn't enjoy them back then, but now I sort of am fond of them. They're quite awesome if you have a fancy for old, dusty objects. OR! You totally turn the place upside down and make it hysterical. Thankfully for me, both were options. I'll give you some highlights of the antique store adventure:

•  Tanned Santas. I have never seen the oddest combination before. The Santa drinking beer was interestingly odd.
• Dolls. My God. So many creepy dolls inside antique shops. We saw naked dolls (mainly barbies; one was decapitated), Victorian dolls, Raggedy Anns, those scary blinky eyed ones, and dolls with messed up appendages.
• Hats! We tried on several brands of hats. Fedoras, big rimmed, old lady hats, you name it! We saw everything. Trying them on was awesome. Especially the old lady ones. There was a top hat, which was pretty freakin' awesome.
• Old records. We saw a record with a bunch of naked men on it. We giggled and thought about how the record would be an awkwardly awesome gag gift for someone. We laughed at some of the weird names, weird record covers, etc. We found some pretty awesome KISS and Queen ones though.
• Mirrors. We saw all kinds of weird, body distorting mirrors. Kind of creepy, kind of cool.
• Clothes. My friend and I were joking and pointing out each others' prom dresses. She said I would get this royal blue 80's dress with shoulder pads, and I picked out a baby blue sequined dress and a gaudy leopard print coat. We found leather pants with studs for all three of us. We'd be the baddest badasses in all of badass land. We also found a leather hat and a cowboy leather jacket.
• Fabio books. I squeeled when I saw Fabio. I was like, "OMG! ITS FAAAAHBIO!" 'Tis a shame some kids don't know the sexiness of Fabio. 'Tis a shame indeed.

All in all, we laughed and had a great time. I totally would do it again. We didn't break anything thankfully. But the porcelain dolls and china looked sooo tempting. Slightly shocked we didn't get kicked out. But hey! It wasn't like we were doing any shenanigans. Just three people laughing and having a great time.

However, as we embarked back to the movie theater to not be late for our movie, we were approached by a homeless dude next to a semi-abandoned mall and a really run down Denny's (though, are any Denny's kept up?). He was like, "Ohhh heeey guys! I'm totally looking for people to come to mah art show down the street... I'm a homeless person who has been clean for 4 years, I gave 10,000 bucks to the Salvation Army, I accepted Jesus in mah life," and then he suddenly turned and said to another guy, "Heeeey do you get the rolls?" (or something of the sort; I assume it had to do with drugs). And then this guy went on to explain how he could draw anything for us, even our dead cats. I was like, "Wow, dude, I just lost my cat." And he said, "Aww, that sucks. You could bring it in and I'll draw it!"
Moral of the story: My first encounter with a drugee (ex-drugee?) Oh and, don't take shortcuts to get to where you are going...You might just meet some crackheads who want to draw your dead cat.
I mean, I suppose he seemed nice? I don't know. I guess it's just another experience I can tell my kids one day. But honestly, I was hoping he would tell me this: "Hey guyss... I've seen some stuff, man. Some stuff. Back in my days in VietNAM, man. I've seen some stuff, and I've done some stuff..."
Example: Family Guy Angry Vietnam Veteran

Not to be offensive or anything to veterans. I love you guys. World War II is a testament to history itself. A true battle of good v. evil. Amazing time period.


ANYWAYS! We went back to the theater laughing our heads off. It was great. But we were kind of late to the movie, so we had to sit in the first row, where you are basically craning your neck to see the film. Megamind was pretty funny, though I don't think all the kids in the theater understood all the jokes. Too bad for them. It was a good movie. We saw it in 2D, because lets be honest. 3D is a headache. A pain. I was so pleased they weren't making the next Harry Potter in 3D, or at least they changed it back to regular D? Because again, lets be honest, Harry Potter is awesome without 3D.

Anyways, I have a thing against jaywalkers. I think they are the laziest people on the planet, and it kills me everytime I have to jaywalk because I am with other people, and I'd rather not explain to them the social-political problem they are perpetuating. It's like a pet peeve to me. It is THE WORST.

But anyways, today was a great day. Sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, a nice breather after some terrible stress. I hope whoever reads this has a wonderful experience like my own sometime soon. They're mind blowing.

Day 6 Since I Lost You

It's day 6 since I lost my beloved cat Noel. I suppose her death ended her suffering, but it's like a gaping hole is burrowing its way deeper into my heart. I had Noel since I was probably 3 or 4. She was the most loving, adorable cat I'll probably ever get to know. They are big shoes to fill, probably like how John Adams felt after Washington. How do you follow up that guy? It takes awhile.

Noel, my darling.

I'm trying to just cope and deal with our other cat, Midnight. But unfortunately I wasn't the nicest of little kids to her, and I tried to get her to like me. She's pretty neurotic and independent, coming around when she wants attention. She's definitely no Noel. But as I said, those are big shoes to fill. 

I suppose some of you would think, "Gee, it's just a cat. Get over it." Well, every death comes in threes, I suppose. 
My father lost his father about three days prior. I didn't really know the man other than that he wasn't attached to me any more than a stranger on the street would be with me. I knew they were the "monsters-in-laws" to my mother, and I suppose you could say I cultivated a bias disgust towards them. Well, they each were never the kind of grandparents who you know, sent a birthday card on your birthday (obviously) or even a stupid phone call. I could make a comparison of personalities again. My mother's father, who is still quite alive, is probably one of the most sincere and involved parents and grandparents a child will ever experience. Sure, he lives closer to us. Sure, it's in his nature. But still. Something in his head clicked when he learned that his daughter was having a child. Something in his head told him to want to cultivate a relationship. Instinctual companionship and familial love. Obviously my other grandparents weren't wired that way.
The second death is of course, my cat, who you already know about. 
But the third belongs to (don't mock me for this) my little bit of stability and control over my life. Is it unusual to say that grief makes you feel helpless? I hope not. Because I feel like everything is spiraling out of control. I feel like this slippery slope is getting more slippery, and the snowball just keeps going down that damned hill. Regardless, I'm even doubting my own college applications. I'm fearing my chances of getting into the two schools I want. I'm fearing everything in between. I'm fearing that my boyfriend has grown bored of me, I'm fearing that my AP Chemistry grade is going to sink into the toilet (and getting an F on the last test is just going to make me shoot myself), and I'm fearing that I'm going to lose it one of these days over something ridiculous.
If God exists and if God does things to push us in a certain direction, I honest want to know what crack He's been smoking, and what in the Hell was he thinking. Christ, it's like He's pulling out my teeth. Oh and fellow bloggers, when I say "God" I mean whatever the hell you want it to be. If your God is a tree, awesome. If your God is absolute nothingness, awesome. Writing God is easier than "your cultural diety" or "<Insert religious figure here or insert nothing>." 
I'm at least pleased that I've been able to finish my college essays. At least I have my mother. I think I'd be already dead if I was stuck with my father as my only parent. 
Will someone just shoot me with a crossbow, or something?

Google Images

Google Images is like a massive disturbing situation if you aren't careful. I learned that today. I was looking up pictures for a powerpoint (whose topic is quite controversial). Basically, a powerpoint revolving around Roe v. Wade. Yes, the pro-choice Supreme Court case... fun stuff, indeed.
Yeah, that's what I get for looking up pro-life/pro-choice pictures on the internet...
This was my face (no I don't have blue hair):

THUS, THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS:

Be careful what you search for! And make sure you be as specific and clear as possible (this advice works in almost all situations involving directions to someone and/or something other than yourself).

The Story of a Depressed Stick Figure

Well internet, I'm going to start a sad series about a stick figure who we can all relate to at some point. Bob. Bob is a sad, sad man who works at a job he hates and lives day to day wondering if there is more to life. I'm hoping that the pictures move you deeply and spark a new found desire to live and breathe the sweet, sweet breath of life.

Enough sentimentality. Let's get to the poorly created MS Paint pictures!

 

Bob is a young man who is ambitious and is working his way through college. He likes long walks on the beach and drinking piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. He is just like you.

Bob works with his friends at the office.

 

This is Bob's facial expression on a daily basis. (Zoomed in for extra effect.)

This is a picture of Bob's cubicle. He does his daily chores and snores here. (For having a sucky ass hand twitching problem, that's a damn nice cubicle.)

When Bob isn't doing his job (which is about 90% of the time) he's either looking up the latest and hottest fanfiction, playing solitare, hopping around DeviantART, downloading teh pr0n, or plays his Night Elf female Deathknight called Gotherina in World of Warcraft with his fellow cubicle buddies.

To be continued...

Ohmygodifyou'rereadingthisthatmeansyoufoundmyblogandI'dliketosayOHAI!

 

So first post of my first ever blog! I really should be doing more productive things with my life, but well... there's a story to tell ,and its a story I shall tell you some time soon. Generally, this blog isn't going to be much, other than some MS Paint / Gimp (which is still a mysterious program to me still) pictures. Maybe some poems, but not much else. It's not supposed to be anything fantastic and exciting. Sorry. Maybe I'll do a weekly picture or something if this takes off, which I doubt it will because I'm only sarcastically funny, and my crappy, mouse drawn pictures are bleh.

Some basic facts about myself? Well, I'm human. I'm female. I'm open minded. I'm creative. I like various types of foods, particularly Mexican and Italian food. I've tried frog legs before. I've wanted to try snails, but they're too damned expensive. Uhm, I like writing. I'm hoping to publish a book soon. Maybe. It's another one of those "maybe" things, I suppose.

Anyways I'll update this sporadically at first, if I have ideas or things I would like to express.

Toodles!