Those who rely on protection grow complacent

I was just reminiscing a few days ago that I vaguely missed anorexia blogs.
Then I found one and I remembered why they are banned.
But you know what never gets boring or tedious?
TRANSSEXUALS.
Oh wait, did I say "never gets boring or tedious"? Because I meant "always was boring and tedious."
Man. I'm having a lot of trouble paying attention today because I've been playing SPACE MARINE and if I'm so desensitized to everything now if I don't see a graphic decapitation on screen every ten seconds I fall into a mild state of catatonia.

If you could travel back in time, what would you tell your 10-year-old self?

PUUUUURGE THE XEEEEEEEEEEEEENOS is what I'd tell my 10 year old self.
NO HOPE IN DEFIANCE.

Tell mom and dad how you really feel about being a boy. Because you're not. You're beautiful inside and out and you shouldn't let anyone tell you differently.

You know what's fun? Matchmaking on the PS-Triple.
FIVE MINUTES TO FIND A GAME HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER.

You will find friends, love, and your family will love you unconditionally.

The game does have a criminal lack of Brian Dobson, though. He is the voice of Space Marines and they didn't even bother hiring him. Is there an excuse for this? None that I can think of.

Don't let the depression take you. Don't try to take yourself away from the world. You have so much to offer the world if you can just accept yourself and reveal that self to others.

Oh right, you.

I've pretty much hit a breaking point with the superfluous advertising all over LJ. In addition, the interface has become increasingly convoluted, pushing information I actually *care* about out of the way to make more room for the so-called sponsors, spotlighted communities, etc.

>Ads
>Livejournal
how does it feel living in 2005?
Oh right, I thought of another petty complaint for an otherwise great game: they give you the storm bolter at like the least opportune time imaginable. A GUN THAT'S WILDLY INACCURATE? THIS WILL BE PERFECT FOR THE SCENE WHERE ACCURACY IS KEY!

If anyone actually *cares* what I blog about, I've reactivated my blog on blogger.

http://moodyasakat.blogspot.com/

... Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
This won't be confusing to navigate.
Also this isn't the latest entry on this blog so apparently this person is full of shit.

Beauty and the Beast of Disparate Gender Appearance Expectations

First entry in this other (new?) blog.
Can't wait!
Actually now that I'm thinking about it, of all the guns in Space Marine about 60% of them are complete shit. That Meltagun is fucking pathetic. For a gun that fires so hot it melts through bulkheads and tanks it sure doesn't hit unarmored infantry very hard.
In fact I've spent a majority of the game just playing whack-a-mole with enemy heads using the thunder hammer.
FUCK RANGED COMBAT. I WILL MEET THE ENEMY IN GLORIOUS HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT~

Yesterday, I shaved my legs for the first time in about two and a half weeks. I even curled my hair and put on make-up. This is not a normal routine for me because, frankly, it's a huge hassle and can be, at times, painful.

Speaking of glorious hand-to-hand combat, shaving your legs.
You did want to be a girl, incidentally. Not an easy road to travel in terms of personal hygiene.

But the whole thing got me thinking. Society has a ridiculously imbalanced set of perceived responsibilities in personal appearance and hygiene among the commonly-perceived gender binary.

So don't shave your legs. You are a dude, after all.
So here's the Riddle of the Sphinx: isn't biologically a girl, doesn't act like a girl, doesn't look like a girl.
Female?

I've often wondered why in virtually ever other species of animal, the male is the one that is more colorful, more primped, and has to dance or sing beautifully or find some way of earning a female's CONSENT to engage in 'relations'.

Argument null: traditional society typically dictates the male woo the female in humans as well. We just do it with dinner instead of singing.
Unless you're Dean Martin, of course.
He has to go out of his way and have all these traits like being funny or mysterious or whatever gets a girl's sex hole going and she has to look attractive. Both parties have to work for it. As Warhammer tells us, "hard work keeps the mind distracted and the body pure. It is a noble and worthwhile thing."
In this case you're working hard to attract a mate I suppose. I don't know.
My goal is to not stop talking about Warhammer this entry.

The female of these species is typically more plain in appearance and does her own thing without all the pressure of pleasing the male.

And girls, they're completely easy to please.
You know, you did want to be a girl. You weren't biologically built this way so you can go back at any fucking time being a chick becomes too much trouble for you.

Let's take a look at what's expected of a woman here in America: skinny; hairless body; long legs; large breasts; full lips; a full and round ass; clothing accentuating her legs, ass, and breasts; slender, waspish waist; flawless skin; high heels; long, painted nails; manicured eyebrows; long, shiny hair; and no wrinkles, cellulite, or gray hair.

I can break that down into one thing: look sexy.
I mean, if we're going to play this game (which is a complete fucking waste of time and a logical fallacy of the highest magnitude to boot) then what do men have to do to attract girls? They have to be intelligent, funny, interesting, outgoing, assertive, have disposable income to spend on the girl, flattering and on top of that they have to be 100% aware of her ever-changing whims and moods, and because we're playing by the "all men want a girl with huge tits" rule set then all women want a man with a huge penis so if you don't have that you might as well not even bother. Oh and he, additionally, has to dress well. Like women.
Or, you know, it's all fucking bullshit in the first place and if you're trying to attract a woman whose only desire is a giant penis that ejaculates money then you're clearly an idiot for wanting to attract such a shell of a human in the first place.
You wouldn't believe the level of whining from both parties on what they have to do to attract mates. You think you people would either simplify your rules or man the fuck up and deal with it.

To that end, women are expected to shave, pluck, tweeze, thread, wax, laser, and zap hair all over their bodies. They apply balms, creams, salves, lotions, tonics, and oils to their skin. They suffer pinched toes, aching ankles, throbbing knees, and sore hips.

So don't wear high heels.
IF-- IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING, DON'T DO IT.
AM I A FUCKING GENIUS? WHY IS THIS SO HARD FOR PEOPLE?

They deal with a ritual of applying powders, liquids, animal fats and synthetic chemicals to their faces. Women are expected to do yoga, aerobics, strength training and diet like crazy. Then, of course, is the cinching, binding, strapping, lifting, and twisting of the clothing. And the hair - where mileage tends to vary quite a bit.

Ritual is important. It keeps the mind from wandering into dark places.

What does American society expect of men? Please try to not smell too bad and wear clothes that adequately cover your body. I exaggerate, of course. The ideal man is supposed to be some bronzed Adonis with chiseled muscles, washboard abs, sparkling smile, and the care-free look of styled bed-head. Facial hair varies by preference.

I am so filled with impotent rage right now because I haven't smashed an Ork head with a giant mallet in about two hours I'm ready to kill.

The point is, this type of man is considered "unrealistic" and women are far more forgiving of lapses in personal appearance in favor of a good personality, intelligence, and a sense of humor.

You think that shit comes naturally?
You lived a fair deal of your life as a man and you have no sense of humor at all. It takes a lot of cultivation and practice and study to be funny.
I mean some people (like myself) of course are blessed with boundless gifts for comedy but even I, with the Blessing of Dionysus upon my brow, has to work for it.

Women that don't fall within this narrow scope of the patriarchal notion of femininity are criticized and humiliated, their likenesses posted for all the world to see on tabloids and websites.

"Any more than a handful is a waste" a wise man once said.
How big is that, B cup?

I would like to see men take on the task of beautifying themselves as women do, just for a week. One week of shaving legs and armpits, of fretting about their weight, of picking out "outfits" to get female attention, of applying concealer and foundation to smooth out their complexion, of wearing figure-modifying garments to tuck their bulging tummies and keep their thighs from rubbing against each other.

Have you seen the faggots on TV mincing around? Too late for that, I think.

Perhaps I'm rambling too much in my thoughts on this matter, but as a transgender woman who has lived on both sides of these expectations, this disparity is made all the clearer. I would like to see some changes. I, for one, have never insisted that women modify their appearance to suit my whim.

HOW IS THIS STILL GOING ON? AM I DYING?
Here's a fucking idea: if it bothers you so goddamn much don't do it. Just don't expect men to want to date a hairy, smelly ape with a dick.
I don't see the fucking mystery here. If you want something from society at some point you conform to society's ideals.

It would seem that I am not equipped to handle 3 six-hour studio classes (and one inconsequential lecture class) in a single semester. It's a constant cycle of putting off one thing for another until I hit a point where I can't quite catch up on anything at all.

You just gotta grab that shit by the head and stomp on it. Pretend like all your problems are Orks.
I'm back to the other blog, incidentally. Having fun jumping around?
Because I'm not.

Some might argue, "Hey! I work XX hours per week and do such and such in my 'off' time." That might be true, but I'm not you. We have different endurances, different levels of focus, and different needs in terms of rest, sustenance, and social interaction. I'm also just really tired of school. I want to *work*. I want to be productive. I want to feel like I'm contributing to something. Instead, I sit in rooms with children ten years my junior who speak grandly of their naïve ideals and sheltered opinions as though they are incontestably-proven fact.

Wow that's not pretentious. I bet we'd get along well in a pussy sensitivity situation.

Headphones haven't helped as much as I hoped they would. And I am so, so, so exhausted. I don't remember my last full-night's rest. I wake up multiple times per night, my heart races with anxiety, I lay awake in the dark and cry.

I have cried more in the past month than I did the entire second-half of last year.

>I have male hormones in my body
>to offset them I am taking female hormones in a greater dosage than would otherwise be normally present in a female body so I can look more feminine
WHY AM I MOODY?
ALSO FUCK SOCIETY AND ITS EXPECTATION THAT WOMEN APPLY CHEMICALS TO THEIR SKIN.
No I'm intentionally being unfair. I don't know that this person is doing hormone therapy.
That would be a tad hypocritical of you if you were, though. You know, it's okay when society makes chemicals that you want but otherwise it's unnatural and degrading.
So at some point sheeeeee (whatever) alludes to a webcomic called "Trangst" she is working on. I've done my best to hunt this comic down and I found (a) webcomic called "Trangst" but I'm almost certain this isn't the one this person is working on.
Apparently there's an even older and different Livejournal, too. This person has their business spread across at least five websites that I know of and I can only find two.
Ah, spoke too soon. I found this.
And this.
And this that links to about 5 different things including the previously linked Blogger.
Is "Male-to-female transgender" just a complex code for "I have too many fucking websites" and no one told me?
Now there's an article about Nancy Wake.
If you don't know who she is she was a British agent during WWII who strangled a thousand Nazis with her bare hands.
Fuck yeah.
Truly someone who knows the meaning of glorious hand-to-hand combat.
And then this pussy goes on to say how this is proof gender doesn't matter and I'll tell you what, when you strangle a thousand Nazis with your bare hands I'll put up with your whining.
If you strangle a thousand Nazis will you be a whiner?
I'd wager no you wouldn't.
This latest blog seems to be the lodestone in terms of entries.
Time for a two parter?
WE'LL SEE HOW I FEEL FRIDAY.

ARE YOU INSANE LIKE MY FFXIV CHARACTER?

What's wrong with this bitch anyway?
First her profile picture changes to this without my say so:
SOOOO RANDUM xD WITH THE EGG ON YOUR HEAD
and then her armor looks like this:
I dunno I think if this were a bint on Livejournal I'd be getting angry right now.
I guess I cut her a lot of slack because she can shoot fire out of her hands.
Listen up, cunts of Livejournal: when you can do that I will stop making fun of you.
So today's writer's ('s's's's's's's's) block is this gem:

What song reminds you of the happiest times in your life, and why?

I was anticipating (word you hear more often in education than any other. WHAT ARE YOU ANTICIPATING? ARE YOU ANTICIPATING... NO FUCK OFF) three varieties of answer:
1. kawaii animu song 3 people have heard
2. I HAVE NO HAPPY TIMES IN MY LIFE SO IT'S ALL LINKIN PARK FROM HERE
3. Shit recorded last week with the token "I LOOOOVE KESHA XD"
I will leave it as an exercise to the reader to guess which two responses never really materialized like I expected.
Oh, before I forget my funny (massive sarcasm quotes around funny) thought involving anticipation:
anticipation is a skill you don't want because in Pokemon it is like the shittiest ability there is.
I can only think of one Pokemon off the top of my head that even gets anticipation (Toxicroak) and his other ability, dry skin, is 50x better. I think he also gets poison heal now so who in their right fucking mind would pick anticipation?
HURRRRR ANTICIPATE SUPER EFFECTIVE MOVES BECAUSE NO ONE CAN HUMANLY GUESS WHY YOU'D SWITCH INTO A PSYCHIC TYPE ON A POISON/FIGHTING
(psychic moves would be 4x super effective for those of you woefully ignorant of Pokemon)
Oh right, blogs:

Ain't No Holla Back Girl - Gwen Stefani. because that is probably the last time me and my closest girls were all together in a group having fun before we were separated by fights or because they are now married or with kids.

:|
The fact you are allowed to like Holla Back Girl and reproduce shows there is no justice.

Do you think video games will still be popular in 15 years? How do you think they'll change?

That shit isn't lasting. Were they popular 15 years ago?
I think not.
Oh wait yes they were.
Everyone excited for L.A. Noire speaking of? So far everything I've read suggests this game is going to be fucking rad.

Yes definitely. Maybe you will be able to walk inside your tv in a virtual world,I guess that already exists,but I mean at home with your own consoles. They have already started to change. For example, a few years back when the nintendo ds was released,it was only grey,and I bought it. Then I got jealous because the different colored ones were released after I had already bought mine.

This is like 18 levels of retarded.
Walk inside your TV? Are you fucking dense?
And yes, the color of your DS is the important part. Not, you know, the specifications and technology powering it.
Not that the DS now, the 3DS, is 3D without the need of 3D glasses. The fact it comes in "kawaii pinku ^_____^" is the important thing to note.

Now,today,I am EXTREMELY JEALOUS because now they are making them,not only in different colors,but capable of 3d images! I guess I should have waited to buy mine lol but how did I know what the future held? grr.

Jesus Christ.

I went out to the Wally World saw someone I gradumacated with,lol scared that one away with the tootsie roll LOL!

LOL
Whoa just gagged a little reading this.

He's engaged now I think. Aww good for him! yay! I was there buying my healthy stuff,bananas,juice,and stuff for my friend who is having a little girl because I decided she needed one more thing and an actual card not just a printed out one.

AWWWWW YAY I hate people.

Alright so I am getting ready to go to sleep and out of nowhere yeah guess who,so I looked at it half the night but what else do you say,and why does it always have to be me who says something,and then I had a dream guess who was away again,and this morning yep waldo was gone again. I wonder if it's because I blocked that,but I don't want to see their conversations to each other if they are still together because it hurts.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I READING?

Last night I had the jitters and stress and had this burning feeling and so today I still felt it,and when I woke up I had some pink in my eye. My back and neck were red and still burning so I called one of my close friends mothers,and she thought my eye looked fine but saw the red on my neck even after I stopped picking at it.

I hope it's fatal, whatever it is.

What name would you give to your car or bicycle, and why?

I already told you people. Brain Wounder.
I'm thinking now "Bane of Kings" would be a better name just in case the royal family decides to stop by.

If your best friend picked dare over truth, what would you dare them to do, and why?

I dare you to stop being a cunt by playing truth or dare, son.

Something lame like I dare you to go talk to that guy you think is cute or something like that lol

LOL HO-LEEEEEEEE SHIT.
Ha, my grade was just posted for this student teaching thing.
Quality Points: 128/48
After the bullshit I put up with I should be getting more weight than humanly possible to that A.
Does this mean I graduate with high honor because by my calculations that means that A counts for about 12 classes?
HOW THE SHIT DOES THIS EVEN WORK?
It's my understanding that "quality points" are to prevent you from padding your grade with underwater basket weaving 101 and shit but 12 should be the theoretical max for a class and because student teaching is 12 credit hours it equals 48 so how did I end up with 128 points?
Ah, according to my calculations (which I'm sure are real authoritative) I'll be graduating with honors.
FOR HONOR.
Well hoo-ray for me.

So I decide I will leave a little early and thank God I did because there was a detour. I never thought I would make it there on time,but I was actually ten minutes early lol.

Yes, back on topic.
Detours.
Although I might argue I was on topic before. Dumb boring bullshit to dumb boring bullshit.

What was the first video or computer game you ever played? Did you love it or hate it, and why?

Oh, something interesting.
Mario World for the SNES. I thought beating Donut Plains 1 was the greatest human achievement ever.
Then came Donut Plains 2.
Then much later I beat half the game in a sitting and marveled at how I became Alexander the Great. No more worlds to conquer.

First video game would have been the nintendo cartridge that came with both Super Mario Bros & Duck Hunt . I loved both. Good times sitting on my uncle's floor and he would laugh at me because I would just fly right through the level to get to the flag on the one and wouldn't bother stopping for coins,to go down tubes,or to stomp any goombas lol.

lol great story
So did you know there's a combined Mario All-Stars/Mario World cart?
Supposedly it's pretty rare now.

Also, Math Crunchers I think it was called,and had frogs or something,that was all way back in the day, first or second grade,apple computer,long before the pcs I operate today existed.

NUMBER MUNCHERS HELL YEAH
also:
>before PCs existed
>Apple II
>before PCs
>Apple II
Why
Oh right I forgot Apple separated themselves from PCs even though a Mac is by definition a PC.
Welp.
Oh God well my FFXIV game just heated up as an Arcanist just walked by me and cast some sparkly butthole spell and started spewing shit about the end of the world.
SE is really going overboard hyping this patch.
GMs controlling NPCs that are jobs you can't even pick yet to interact with players. That is some emergent story telling.

Days amongst the filth-encrusted masses

Today I went out and braved the filth-encrusted masses. Usually I just sit in my palatial ivory tower and dictate yet another update to my robot assistant (known as a computer), and it reminded me of the exact same thing today's blog reminds me of: people are clinically fuck stupid. It's not just a passing "hurr durr" stupidity either, it's raving, dangerous stupidity. Like at any moment they may be a risk to themselves or the people around them. So today, Scraps and flotsam.
Scraps and flotsam is right. Also I hope you readers realize what I go through to get this shit together. I've had to copy every goddamn sentence of her stupid MICROFONT into notepad and paste it back into my stupid text editor here and it still goes to size .5 half the time STOP USING THIS FONT, PEOPLE. IT IS NOT CUTE, IT IS NOT EASY TO READ.

I don't believe this, I really don't. And I'm not sure if I should be worried or laughing myself sick. I never thought a person could be so scatterbrained, but apparently I can, and there's no limit to it.

I--IMPOSSIBLE, THIS CANNOT BE!
DON'T PERSEW LOO BOOH-- oh hi.

But god damn it, this is what happens when you celebrate your birthday three times a year, once a week before (a year before), on Christmas, once on the day, once a few days after - you get all confused, don't you?

Me? No, my birthday falls on the same day every year and I don't really give a shit enough about it to "celebrate" but sure I'll roll with it.

God I hope you do, because otherwise there would be no excuse for me thinking that I'm one year younger than I really am!! I had to subtract the goddamn year when I was born from the current year and ten seconds later I still couldn't believe it. How the hell is this even possible??!??!?

What. Sometimes it takes me a minute to remember how old I am (I have a serious aversion to numbers and anything involving them. It's what doctors call "being bad at math"). But I haven't lost a year. Somehow. If it did happen I'd never admit it, either, because-- why? Why would you tell someone that for an extended period of time (apparently) you thought you were one year younger than you really were? I'd just lie to people and say I was doing the movie star thing and saying I was younger than I really was (poorly, I might add, because no one is going to look that radically different from 23 to 24 anyway).

But most importantly, I'm at the age I'd always thought your life pivots, because when my sister was 23 about seven years ago her life did pivot (or seem to, anyway) and I always seem to use my sister's life and achievements as benchmarks for my own,

Oh good grief, who cares?

I'm perfectly on track even if I hadn't realised it - but, but; I'm 23. The age, the goddamn age, the golden number.

What the fuck it's just an arbitrary number you drew from a hat. It's not like laws change when you hit this age like 16, 18 or 21. You're 23. Great, go to work.

God. I hate youtube, I really, really do.

And Youtube and everyone who frequents Youtube hates you as well. You uploaded an anime music video.
PLEASE STOP DOING THIS. I JUST WANT TO WATCH "TOO SHY" BY KAJAGOOGOO WITH MY FRIEND OVER MSN. WHY CAN'T I FIND THIS VIDEO AMONGST FIFTEEN TRILLION RENDITIONS NARUTO WITH THE AUDIO CUT AND THAT SONG ADDED?
I remember for a minute when Youtube was doing something right (they quickly had to stop this practice so they could wring every last dime out of the rock of fun that is Youtube) and deleted every video with the tag "anime" every 24 hours. Then there was a huge backlash of crybaby weeaboo CUNTS and now Youtube is a sea of piss and I'm sitting on a raft, madness slowly creeping in as it's nothing but shining yellow sea as far as the eye can see in any direction.

God, I am so strung out!

You probably mean "stressed" out because "strung" out implies drug usage, which I'm guessing... No.

And damn, it's killing my creativity

What creat--

(yeah, right; what creativity?)

YOU CAN'T EVEN LET ME HAVE ONE GODDAMN JOKE, CAN YOU? I hate you. I hate you.

The raw is out. This will be painful, mark my words.

"Raw" is the terminology used by FAGGOTS denoting something is untranslated (in its original Japanese). Of course captain faggot just pointed that the raw is out because SHE CAN READ JAPANESE GUYS SHE'S JUST SAYING, JEEZ.

Furthermore, Yuuko reminds me of RG Veda's Ashura and that hurts my brain. Badly.

Don't even know what that means.

Still on that note, 'arigatou' is the most pain-inducing word ever when it comes to Clamp. If you hear this you know you're going to start crying. Soon.

Actually if I heard that from Clamp I would wonder why I suddenly turned into a girl and time traveled into the past about 11 years, but sure all right.

Sigh. I am not even attempting to read the raw this time, oh no. The angst levels might simply be too much, I'll wait for the translation, thank you.

Yeah because it'd take too long to translate 20 pages of mostly pictures.

I also find it ironic/coincidental (haha!) that just today I ranted about how I'd given up reading raw!TRC for Japanese practice, and lookit what I just did tonight XD

Y-yeah, I crack myself up ^^;;

Oh great Blogger resized my image THANKS.

Oh, I'm managing just fine. And no, I'm too tired when I get home, and it's far easier to have a sandwich and some yoghourt, whip up an omelette or maybe a salad

>Yoghourt

see, this is why I don't really actively care about my figure - it's pretty fine already, and stress ensures it stays that way XD

lolXD that is pretty wacky!
FUCK. You are one of the worst blogs in recent memory holy shit.

REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING! THE FURRIES ARE CUNTS!

Oh you furries. Incidentally, Atomic Coon, "coon" can be taken as a racial epithet, so you might want to be careful using that in publi-- just kidding I hope you do and someone kicks the shit out of you.

Got plenty of work in on Skate 2 tonight.

>Skate 2 (a video game)
>work
I think you missed the point, brometheus.

The scores are capped. Which means that if you exceed a certain number, you'll get no experience, no money, have your score negated, and booted out of the room.

The reason? People taking advantage of the various 'Super Jump' glitches (the common ones being the 'Torpedo' and the No Comply) that give the user extreme air, thus getting huge numbers in the events.

Sounds boring AND stupid.

In some other news, I decided not to try and fix the eyelet issue with my black jeankilt.

Jean skirt. You're wearing a skirt, bro. You're not fooling me with the "I'm Irish" bit because no one in their right mind dresses like that in the year 2009.

I like the extra freedom it has, and it more than likely won't be worn anymore outside the house.

Nope you can't play the "my huge cock and balls need more room than mere mortal shorts offer" because no one's dick is bigger than mine and I'm just fine.

Been playing a lot of D&D recently. Playing as a Halfling Cleric. A bad ass one at that. :D

>Dungeons and Dragons
>badass
Hmm.

Other than that, life has been kind of quiet. Have picked up coloring, though. It helps me pass the time and to keep me sane.

I always like these types. The "I MUST DO SOMETHING CREATIVE OR I'LL GO MAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Have you ever looked at people who are actually creative before? Most of them were, to put it mildly, "touched".
Also all of you furry artists draw in the exact same style. It's kind of eerie, in a funny sort of way, because then I get to imagine it's the same guy I'm picking on over and over.

And its the most awesome thing ever. Ever. o.o

I don't know what the most awesome thing ever is, but I know it isn't this (mildly pornographic, no nudity, and it is a cartoon dragon woman, so don't get excited).
... Is that a dragon? She has lizard wings, but-- oh who knows?

Job sucks. Boss is even worse. Threatened to take money out my pay check if I didn't replace a stupid trash can lid. It was a complete accident (and part of my Comedy of Errors that was yesterday).

I don't think you know what a comedy of errors is, although given that you made it a proper noun you might be referring directly to Shakespeare's "A Comedy of Errors" but even then I suspect you haven't read it (brotip: a comedy, by definition, ends on a high note, usually happy or at least lighthearted).

So I climb up and start making my way towards the cables. And I slip.

And fall right through the roof. D:

Such is the punishment for being a furry.

So while on one side, we won't have a fireworks display to witness for July 4th, we the furries will pretty much have rule over the city for the weekend. Huzzah.

I'm calling the Inquisition. ABHUMAN DEGENERATES!

My glasses are currently held together by a bent straight pin. I got them fixed, then proceeded to sleep on them. Again.

Idort.

Yeah, kinda creeped out. So I'm just gonna clean my piercing and get something in my stomach.

By "something" he, like all furries, means semen.
Hey look a picture of the guy. Huh, he's black.
I don't think I've ever seen a black furry before. I'd suspect they're somewhat of a rarity but I don't actually follow the deviant freaks so who knows?

So I won't be able to donate blood. Glee.

Oh no your life is now meaningless.
Just kidding it was meaningless before. Enjoy your existence~

I got three bottles of home brew in my mini-fridge and they be nice and cold. Went and got me some Giant fried chicken, and I gonna get Crunk the safe way: At home.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh
What?
Christ this drones on and on.
Let this be known, Atomic Coon: you barely qualified as someone I'd want to post about. You were boring and stupid, and if my options weren't as slim as they were I probably would have passed you up for stereotypical anorexic cunt number fifteen trillion. It's dire, bro. I suggest livening up some.

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG
First thing I have to address is your blog's title: Faerie Glamour (possibly sic, you better not be from America with that spelling). What's that under it? Oh my, Japaneeeeeeeeeese! You're sooooooooooooo smar-- let's talk about this.

〜月の光は愛のメッセージ〜

"Tsuki no hikari wa ai no messeji"
tsuki is the moon, no is a particle denoting owner ship, ownership of light in this case ("moon's light" although there is a perfectly good word: 月明 getsumei, moonlight) but whatever this is poetic nonsense I'll roll with moon's light. "Wa" is perhaps the most elementary particle and it denotes one of the fundamental building blocks of any language, and being one of the basics it's also one of the more difficult concepts to grasp. Wa, in this case, is functioning as the subject. Moon's light... Does something. "Ai no messeji' is literally "love's message" but there's no verb here. All she's saying is "moon's light love's message". I'm not even sure you could in good faith put a comma between "light" and "love's" because in English that suggests a relationship not mentioned in the original.
But whatever. I'm not honestly sure how you'd combine these thoughts in a poetic manner because I'm not a cunt and try to avoid English poetry wherever possible, so you can goddamn well believe I don't read Japanese poetry.
The first post is "the validity of internet fortunes?" which anyone who has their head somewhere on their shoulders and not up their own ass can answer "none" but this is a blog writer I'm talking about here, so of course it's not that simple:

WHAT. SERIOUSLY now.

Because I couldn't make up my mind based on facts or even my own friggin feelings, I've been trying to get aid from my tarot cards, horoscope, and the i-ching thing on ifate.com.

Oh no.

i-ching kept telling me every single time not to make a move, just to stay where I am and wait out all the bad stuff. Then I thought, you know, that's what Eastern philosophy is like, that's what Ayn Rand hated about it so much.

Oh no.

It's never going to tell me to stand up for myself or up and leave a situation, or anything.

So, I decided to ignore all those fortunes it gave me, and now I have finally decided to move back to my parents' house. Actually, I asked it WHY DO I HAVE TO FREAKING STAY HERE SO BAD, and it hinted back that I need to wait until someone moves out or leaves.

This reminds me of the one (and only) comic book I've read in my adult life: Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth. She's like Two-Face, who is so paralyzed by fate that he can't even make simple decisions like "should I go to the bathroom?" without first consulting his Tarot cards, which are of course not build to answer freakishly specific questions like that. In fact, the Tarot cards can't actually tell your fortune.
Incidentally in that story Two-Face upgraded from his coin to Tarot because they're more symbolic and shit.

Today, I got a fortune that said to pay attention to the small things in life, and suggested that I have missed a small detail that the future could suffer from. It had some changing lines, and my future fortune is "stillness" or staying put when everything else is moving. As if to say, NO, SERIOUSLY, DON'T MOVE OUT YET.

I don't know what to do, I mean, it's not even like they're some blessed i-ching coins passed on down the centuries and proven to work--IT'S THE FREAKING INTERNET. Just, these fortunes were always so close to truth when I first started doing them. *sigh*

Or how about this: "I'm not going to be a douche and worry about the future, I'm going to take action now and take fate as it comes." Remember: your fate is to die, and you will never avoid this, so you might as well do some shit now because it's coming. Somehow, one day.

If I'm unable to recover the files off of it, not only will that royally suck, but I'm totally going to get yelled at for it, because everyone assumed I knew how to burn discs on the Mac and that I was backing them up every month. Or that I even knew I was supposed to do that.

That really is their fault. I'm not even joking. They hired you to do a job then just assumed you'd do it correctly? I know when I have group work in class I never assume anything will go right and 99% of the time I'm not surprised. If you want something done right, do it yourself.

At random, I decided to look up the compatibility between Taurus and Sagittarius. I've always thought this was pretty silly, even though I do believe in sun signs in general O_o

Doesn't it take the sun thousands of years to move from one sign to another? Assuming this does have a bearing on life (it doesn't) wouldn't the changes be infinitesimally small?

Of course, some of them said some TOTALLY UNTRUE things, like "Sagittarius is always on the move and likes to take risks, but Taurus prefers to plan ahead and enjoys the security of the home" LLLLOOOOOOOOOLLLLLL. The opposite I'd say.

Ha, ha yeah that horoscope system devised by people in the Bronze Age sure is not right a lot of the time!

On the other hand! Once they took away the basic Sag/Taurus stereotypes, and focused on the elements that rule each sign (Fixed Earth vs. Mutable Fire), suddenly things made so much sense! The gist of them was,

Wow, this is boring as fuck.

I just love strawberries!!??!!111!!LULZ!!!1 AND WHAT IS MORE LOLI THAN A STRAWBERRY FESTIVAL, SRSLY.

I can't believe I just read all of that sentence and didn't suffer a stroke.

Did you know that even Japanese websites link to my Gothloli blog?

They're probably very similar to my blog in feel. "Wow look at this idiot, let me waste my life by writing a bunch of mean things about her no one will ever read. :3"

Oops...that was my first reaction, lulz.

lulz xD die.

AO NO SOUKUTSU.

Isn't that what that says??

OH IF ONLY THERE WAS A WEBSITE, AN ONLINE DICTIONARY WHERE I COULD ENTER WORDS OR EVEN COMBINATIONS OF WORDS TO SEE THEIR MEANING IN ENGLISH--

(Again, just pop me a message if you want to be on my dreams filter~)

Are you shitting me? You seriously offer a service wherein you message people your dreams... AND PEOPLE SUBSCRIBE?

At least I don't think I'll ever see her type in LOLspeak. lulz.

No that's it. I'm done.
Incidentally, the idiot from last update responded:

yea yea typing is not my strong suit. i type fast but not so great

Okay. As long as you have a good reason to type like an idiot.

This is a good idea

I'm going to try fishing in FFXI while updating my blog at the same time.
NOTHING CAN GO WRONG.
Shemovesalong91 you are a douche.

i didnt go out friday night because everyone was busy and i was REALLY tired so i didnt exert any extra effort to get plans. Saturday night i spent with the family, oh joy.
and then yesterday was like pseudo-easter and i got my blackberry early<33333
and its a godsendddd, i was dying with that walmart phone.

Awww she was dying with her Wal-Mart phone, poor dear :(

i still miss my old phone but the curve is beautiful. its really hard to figure out but im technologically stupid so i'll give myself some time before i master it.

Oh if only technology came with books to help you master them.

I have nothing of worth to say because my life's been almost out of my hands lately because its just happening with nothing of purpose occurring.

And yet you go on for several more sentences. I'd read this but by your own admission IT'S BORING. WHEN YOUR OWN LIFE IS BORING TO YOU YOU'VE FUCKED UP.

so today sucked. it rained, i lost my phone, and stained my jacket. bad luck comes in threes. typical.
when i got home, i finished the Da Vinci Code, which was really good. Then i napped.

Oh boy how riveting.
Seriously are you trying to be this much of a fucking bore? It's working.

so today was pretty uneventful for the most part.

I'm sensing a trend.

they already know my current issues but its really been bothering me lately. i hate mind games, i hate conversations that SHOULD NOT be had because they are innapropriate, and i hate not knowing what to do.

You sound like a stupid, pretentious cunt.
I know your type. The type that roll their eyes at anything anyone says, but then demands attention for any stupid thought that enters your head.
Everyone hates you.

i like being in a good mood all the time

Holy shit what a waste of a sentence. Yes, everyone else just fucking looooooooooves to be in a bad mood.

as for after school, i went to the mall with mike. i bought a sweater, two shirts, and a bag.

I find myself staring off into the middle distance while reading this. Also every sentence of hers sounds like an exercise in a foreign language class. You know, when you don't really know how to express yourself because you don't know many words? So every sentence becomes "as for today, I bought (a) sweater. I bought shoes. I bought a bag." That's her entire existence.

we had an awkward discussion that should have made me squirm more than it did but basically, i've just decided we're really fucked up best friends. anywayssssss,

Christ all mighty this is tedious AND stupid.

today was a virtual waste of a dayy.

No fucking kidding?

after aids, i went to taco bell with the mock trial team. we stayed for two hours and it was sooooooo funny. i basically know all of their lives and its great. ugh, i cant even take how nerdy it is but i love them all.

I like how any interesting detail (something being funny in this case) is immediately glossed over, thereby guaranteeing all of her entries will be about how her life is sooooooooooooooooo booooooooooooooring :(
Also when she says "after aids" I hope she means she contracted AIDS.

ahhhh, well i'm currently watching Au Pair 3 because i used to laloveee those moviess. it's pretty gay so far, not going to lie, but its mindless and i like ittttttttttttttttttt.

I wonder if she talks this way in real life.
I bet she does.

Well, while i was in italy, he had a like a "mini" heartattack, which is probably grammatically and socially incorrect.

YOU KNEW IT WAS GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT AND YET DID NOTHING TO CORRECT IT.
Here's a post entitled "yeah, so my life's REAL interesting" continuing with the crusade of BORING.

stayed home sick todayyy but it didnt even feel like a whole dayy seeing as i only woke up at 12 and went to the school anyways at 2:30 for mock trialll. lifesajokeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I can almost hear her whining through my monitor~

last night was a bore.

Oh God shut up. Shut the fuck up you waste of space. Jesus Christ your entire blog is a waste of time and effort. "Today was boring." Copy and paste that about a trillion times and you're done. You never need to update again.
This is bad. This is perhaps the worst blog I'll read all week. It's all up hill from here, people.
The only redeeming feature of this blog is that in reading it my FFXI character gained .4 fishing skill and 1.5 stacks of Nebimonites, but that really has nothing at all to do with this dumb blog.
In fact, had I been giving my game my undivided I'd probably be better off.
SO NO, NO REDEEMING QUALITIES ARE TO BE HAD IN THIS BLOG.

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How long would you stand in line for tickets to see Brobama? I know personally I'd spend no time waiting. In fact, if you handed me tickets I probably wouldn't go. Maybe if you paid me I'd consider it.
I just don't see the allure in seeing a no-charisma douche blabber on about promises he'll never deliver on. If I wanted to sit around and think "you know what would be great?" I'd just do it in my own house. Apparently, though, some (stupid) people think differently than I do.

So, Obama is going to be here in Orange County for a town hall meeting, and the administration was giving away 2,000 free tickets at 10am yesterday. Awesome, right?

Obviously your definition of "awesome" is somewhat skewed. To make a long bullshit post about waiting in line (ohhh I can feel the excitement) she comes to this conclusion:

So what I've learned from all of this...is if you really want something, don't worry about right and wrong. Don't worry about who you're screwing over, whether they deserve it more than you or not. Worry about your OWN self and screw everyone else over with no reservations.

No shit? There definitely haven't been volumes on this subject attesting to this same fact.
In fact I think there's even a Latin phrase that summarizes this paragraph in a few words:
Exitus acta probat
"the results justify the deed."
While certainly not words to live by while you're trying to be civil and about your business, definitely something to consider when there's a limited number of something to be had and you want one.
I should mention before she has this butthurt stuff:

Right before we walk away from the line, a group of high school students are taunting their friends in front of us with their free tickets they had been able to get. What really gets me is that the majority of the people who got tickets were those who hadn't made the effort to get there and reserve their spot early...people who hadn't been sitting outside all night and losing feeling in their toes, fingers, noses, etc. People who hadn't slept on the sidewalk to save their well-earned spot. These are people who put forth the effort because they NEEDED to see someone they really admire, that some of them idolize.

NEED to see him? No, he's not a fucking brain surgeon. You don't need to see him. Your survival does not depend on meeting him.
Also who's the idiot here? "I stood out in line for a day and have nothing to show for my efforts because I was too meek to assert myself" or "I showed up late and got what I wanted because I didn't stand in some bullshit line filled with fags who haven't bathed in a day." I think the intelligent agents here are clear.

Speaking of my job...they made me take this online class about how to communicate better with our customers who don't speak English, saying how we should learn phrases in Spanish to better communicate. You know, I'm all for helping people out, but I'm not going to go out of my way to try and speak with someone who isn't bothering to learn English.

You know they aren't making an effort to learn English? How do you know that? Maybe they are. Also bulletproof logic "WELL THEY AREN'T GOING TO MAKE AN EFFORT SO I'M GOING TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I CRITICIZE THEM FOR DOING." And, shit, free Spanish class. If you stick with it you could make a career out of that making way more than you ever would working at fucking Home Depot.
Even if you're completely uninitiated (clearly you are) and never find a use for Spanish again at least you can make sense out of what's on Univision, because God knows I've been watching that channel since I was 6 years old and I still can't figure anything out.

I keep thinking about everything, and it's just that: crazy/beautiful.

Goddamn I hate it when people go on about this shit. CRAZY/BEAUTIFUL DURR

The clock keeps ticking away the minutes until my life changes drastically.

>ticking away the minutes
TICKING AWAY THE MOMENTS THAT MAKE UP THE DULL DAY~
Bet she didn't know she almost quoted Pink Floyd because there's no way she'd know any of their songs because cunts aren't allowed to listen to Pink Floyd (it's a law).

mood: loved

music: S.O.D. "Kill Yourself"

S.O.D. is the smartest band ever.

I'm sorry,

No you aren't, but continue.

but I'm not going to take relationship advice from someone who's cheated on her boyfriends, moved in with them WAY too fucking soon, and made mistakes that lead to the relationships' demise. Maybe once she decides to have a mature relationship with someone and she knows what love REALLY is, then I'll take her opinion seriously. But until then (if it ever happens), fat chance.

I wonder why she doesn't want to talk to you anymore?
Let me teach you a life's lesson for free, and this is arguably one of the most important things you can ever learn. Someone gives you advice (doesn't matter what it is, or how ill advised it is) here's what you say: "hey thanks. I'll think about it." There you go. The end. Then change the subject. That's what politicians call a "tactical redirection" I think. It's not lying, you're redirecting. Tactically.

Honestly, I could care less because I was getting sick of the dramatics and I don't need a fair-weather friend like that in my life.

Well if you don't care, what's the fucking problem? You went on for three long paragraphs about it.

It's just the fact that she said she was gone so "certain people" would stop contacting her (meaning me), instead of standing up and not being such a coward.

Huh, you telling someone to stand up, mrs. "I-let-high-school-punks-butt-in-front-of-me-in-line"?

He's so intelligent and confident and I'm just really lucky to have someone like him in my life.

What's he doing with you, then? (ha, ha burn)
My voice is--
Wait no I have another one: "I guess opposites really do attract!" (BURN)
Sorry, you were saying something I didn't give a shit about?

My voice is too soft & pretty. :-\

Yes, I'm sure that is true.

but you need money for that. He and I share SO many of the same desires in life. I hear wedding bells.... ;) LOL kidding...

LOL XD SO FUNNY. Die.

Grr...where could I find a longer one???

That's what she-- no, no, too easy.
Now she's quoting a lot of people way smarter than she is, which I suppose is a good way to learn but somehow I doubt she fathoms even half of what this shit means, so whatever.
I suspect she's trying to be "lol edgy" about religion (such a CONTROVERSIAL TOPIC) but in reality no one gives a shit that some bimbo with a lip ring doesn't believe in anything.

I have decided I would like to be important. In every way, shape, and form, to everyone and everything.

So I guess that's it. That's all I have.

Barf Alpha III: A New Age of Vomit

Japanese, like all languages, requires years of diligent study and practice to become even scantly fluent. Japanese, unlike most languages, has many weekend practitioners who fancy themselves masters by stringing together as many awkward phrases together (all learned from anime) together as humanly possible. Behold, Mada Boku Niwa Sukui Arisou? Which, to save the grammar lesson, rest assured: it is about as awkward as he could have made it.
As yet I (dimuntive form of I) probably have received help? Why the question mark? Why "ni wa" instead of a standard predicate? WHO KNOWS?

On a further note, I just heard that my grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer. I'm not really surprised to realize I don't even give a flying fuck about it.

So you were close, I take it.

He's a heavy smoker and refused to give that up even after the doctor warned him over 10 times that this was what was going to happen.

Yes that often happens to heavy smokers.

I've always said that smoking is a choice someone makes, in my opinion everyone is free to make said choice - even kids if they feel the need to 'impress' their peers - but I'm not about to pity the consequences smoking brings.

Watch out folks, internet badass.

Not even in the slightest. Again that was the choice HE made, not mine.

You can still feel human emotions you emo fuck.
I mean I don't give a shit that he's dying but then again he's not my grandfather.

So yeah, I just got accused of being 'cold and calm' about the situation while my 'poor grandfather is dying'.

Nothing wrong with that. Going apeshit will not bring the dead back to life.

As for the dying part, we don't really know anything about the severity of the situation - we'll supposedly hear tomorrow - so why say he's dying already?

Because he has lung cancer? I'm not a doctor but I suspect that's reasonably severe.

Lung cancer is a horrible but treatable disease.

I don't think so but then again you probably played Trauma Center on the DS way more than I have, so you're clearly the expert here.

But apparently this (now dubbed so by many) personal soap-serie hasn't ended yet.

Series. Personal soap series. The singular version of series is still series.

My grandfather ended up sending a christmass card specifically to my mother and as you can guess my name wasn't on it. At all.

Christmas only has one 's', heathen.

One less seat to reserve at my graduation and again a whole shitload of stress I don't need dissapears.

Disappears*
also that's really cold, to cut your dying grandfather out of your graduation ceremony because he forgot to send you a "Christmass" (sic) card.

Oooooooooooh! And guess what! I'm spending Christmass over at my girlfriends place ^_^

By which you mean "in my room, downloading porn" because let's face it, any girlfriend you have has a name that ends in ".jpg", do ho ho ho.

But whatever, if she doesn't even believe in my capabilities when it comes to my education, she can go fuck herself.

I think she might be reasonable to assume that. You do seem to have trouble with elementary grammar.

She's most defenitely not welcome at graduation and neither is the rest of my family (except maybe my grandpa).

Well the next entry makes a liar out of you, doesn't it? Also like going to your graduation is such a reward for putting you through school, you miserable shit. I mean it'd be one thing if you were fucking awesome and it was like your parents could feel a sense of accomplishment at watching their child grow but you were clearly a miserable fuck to be around so they're probably just relieved to be rid of you.

I did meet a really nice girl like I more or less said in my previous post. She's a bit younger than me, but it's ok.

>bit younger than me
Did you know child porn is illegal in all 50 states and Canada?

I'm really comfortable with her and I like her family (as far as I'm familiar with them that is). I plan on spending my christmas over at my new inlaws just to get away from my family.

They're not your in laws unless you are married. Also I'm amazed you have a girlfriend. I would have guessed you were gay for sure.

Funny how I absolutely adore my new girlfriend and inlaws and I can't even share that with my own mother?

Maybe if you weren't such a miserable twat you could, but nope.

She seems to believe that gay (and lesbian) people are somehow disfigured or ill and that they date people from their own sex because of it. Yet somehow bisexual (or pansexual in my case) people are sick and twisted andthey apparently completely disgust her.

Pansexual-- What does that mean? I mean obviously pan- means "all" but what does that entail, precisely? Let's check that regular fountain o' knowledge, Wikipedia:

Pansexuality, or omnisexuality^[1] is a sexual orientation characterized by the potential for aesthetic attraction, romantic love, or sexual desire for people, regardless of their gender identity or biological sex.

Too many fucking links, thanks Wikipedia.
So she (?) is a bisexual?
Oh, the article continues:

Bisexuality is a sexual orientation characterized by attraction to both men and women. Unlike pansexuality, it does not specifically include people who fall outside the gender binary.

Oh Jesus Christ, who cares? Fuck girls, fuck men, I don't give a shit. Just shut up.

Oooooooooooooooh me nearly forgot!
I got Photoshop CS2 recently!

I'm very VERY happy with it.
My coloring/shading days have never seen brighter days XD

Coloring days have never seen brighter days. Great.

Yeah, me bitching yet AGAIN...

( getting sick of me yet? X3 )

Yeah I am, actually. Fuck off, you stupid twat.