Wooooooooooow

I found this blog not via writer's block but instead by a group. That group is WOMEN GAMERS.
DON'T HIT ON ME SILLY BOYS.
Also it's that typical thing where you have to agree you're 14 to even get into the blog and then that you're 14 to read each entry. Gentlemen, we are in flavor country.
Her post on GRRRRRRRL GAMERS went a little something like this:

A couple of years ago I got a DS and along with my typical Mario/Zelda/Pokemon choices I thought I should pick up Harvest Moon DS since I loved the Game Boy games!

Big mistake. I HATED it. Haaaaate. There are so many things to do,

>hate this game
>too much to do
What the fuck?

what with dating, mining, finding the Harvest Sprites...not to mention, you know, farming.

I FEEL LIKE I'M LITERALLY RUNNING A FARM.
Here's a revolutionary idea: how about you budget your time?
Get mad cash mining, then all the bitches will crowd to you because you have mad muscles and money.
Easy.

I now have a Wii, and I see that there are also more games for the DS. So I'm wondering if anyone else has played any of these games and has any recommendations, based on my opinion of the first DS game? I really would like to see a newer game in the series that I enjoy playing.

Get Etrian Odyssey III and get mauled by a giant sabertooth tiger you dumb cunt.

I've got a serious case of the winter break/end of the year/missing boyfriend blues. It just hit me this past hour like a ton of bricks.

But you got vidya gayms.
Starting to feel blue?
WHAT'S UP, PS-TRIPLE?

I want to go curl up and cry for no reason at all, and I'm pretty sure I'm not hormonal. It's too dark and cold in this house. I need someone who is not my parents to come here and cheer me up. I need a snuggle like nobody's business.

Well it is true you can't snuggle up to COLD STEEL that you are encased in in Etrian Odyssey III but at least you have hard-fought victories against the enemies of man and the encroaching wilderness.

I still have a whole week here. :[

It is a story I have seen played out dozens of times but I never tire of: enter with nothing but a knife and your wits and EMERGE HAVING TAMED THE WILDERNESS. TRULY YOU ARE NO MAN'S SLAVE NOW.

HEYYY CHRISTMAS was cool.

All I asked for was a Wii (specifically the red one, because I'd been wanting a Wii for a while and then they came out with the red one and I was like DUDE GET ME THAT ONE), which I got. Her name is Ginger.

That's interesting. I named my computer Grimaldus.

BUT she also got me FIVE POUNDS OF WOOL for spinning. FIVE POUNDS.

:V
If only you were in FFXIV. I'd have a deal for you.
Of course like all deals I make in FFXIV the only person who benefits is ultimately me, but such is life.

I'm really excited to get back though. I miss my friends, I miss having a room with doors. I miss Pokemon and Doctor Who all day every day.

ALL DAY ERREDAY
Come, let us battle. Everything I need to know about a person can be discerned by the way they battle Pokemon.

It's summer!
- Working for my mother, supposed to be doing 20hrs/week but it's more like 9 because i'm lazy!
- knitting things
- spinning yarns

Ah yes, the top down monopoly I've grown so fond of in FFXIV. Who needs these idiots when I can make and repair all my own equipment?
No more am I slave to the capricious whims of the market wards.
Unless I need buffalo hide in which case I am.
But otherwise in-house production.

- thinking a lot about girls
- thinking a lot about boys

HEH HEH HEH.

- raising my pokemanz, trying to beat the pokemon league champion

YOU ARE WEAK.
Here's her book collection. Lots of animu.
She is right. It is indeed colorful.
UNFORTUNATELY COLOR DOES NOT SPELL TASTE.
And there's you. About as expected.

So I saw Harry Potter, and I kind of almost wish I hadn't.

It's not that I'm not angry that it sucked (which it did), it's that I'm angry but don't really care otherwise.

WELCOME TO BEING AN ADULT. HARRY POTTER DOESN'T MATTER.
Or, alternatively:
WELCOME TO BEING AN ADULT. ANGRY BUT NOT REALLY CARING ABOUT IT AT THE SAME TIME.

I'm going to buy the Sailor Moon manga in Japanese. No, I cannot read Japanese.

Welp.

One day I WILL be able to read Japanese. This isn't just a silly dream of a 10-year-old anymore, I'm actually going to study it in college.

Is that right?
You seem like one of the ones that didn't cut it in Japanese 101.
You know, when it turns out learning a language is a lot of work and not very "kawaii uguu ^____^" at all.

Got my UNC rooming assignment!

>UNC
Welp.
Might be able to battle Pokemons face-to-face, even.

Listening to your male classmates read aloud to each other the heavily pornographic stories they have written about each other is a very interesting way to spend lunch.

Excuse me?

I knew there was a "act gay to be ironic and cool" thing going on in the heterosexual male community, but this is very very strange to me.

Is that right?
Well being a heterosexual male with mostly heterosexual male friends I can say we've never once done this.
I can't even recall a time where someone even suggested it, be a joke or seriously. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'm hearing of this phenomenon, in fact.
Maybe we're weird.

I finished a yummy skein of yarn this morning that is 128ish yards and is gooooorgeous I just want to drink it up.

>yummy skein of yarn
nope.
You know, "Oddacity", I wasn't hating you as much as I normally hate bloggers but I think I can manage now.

I have a drop spindle, and a spinning wheel that needs some repair.

You've come to the right place, then. For a price I can repair anything you're wearing.
Oh wait, no, sorry. Forgot this wasn't FFXIV.
Sorry I decided to play FFXIV instead of listening to some bint prattle on.
Hit fatigue on leatherworker again so ALL ABOUT SPLITTING WIND CRYSTALS YO.
When it resets tomorrow I'll be fucking ready, man.

This is really avant-garde.

So this is a person who has a blog but is writing it from the perspective of a character they created. I think.
To add confusion to this already confusing formula, the character also talks about the person writing the blog (the actual person) in third person.
Following along?
Me neither. Let's rumble.

For how much money would you be willing to spend a whole week away from the Internet, TV, and mobile phones? Would you suffer withdrawal pains?

If it's next week you're paying for my next semester of college because I'd probably fail if I had to go away from the internet.
This week-- ehhhhhhhhhhh I'd take 100 bucks.
I mean I could amuse myself with my DS for a week probably and that isn't explicitly banned so I have to assume it counts.

None, because I go for longer than a week when I'm adventuring.

*4th wall breakage*

Now, the person behind the screen is a different story. Give her a million dollars to do it and she will, while suffering from withdrawal pains.

Am I on drugs?
Why the fuck would you write like this? What possible benefits could it have over being normal?

So, apparently, DeviantArt is trying to give the one behind the screen's computer viruses again. Stay off DeviantArt for the next month. Oh and scan your computer more than once every five months. Maybe then you won't end up with 1067 things of Spyware on your computer. Surprised that there was no Malware at all. Just try to take better care of your computer, okay author?

Things of Spyware.
SURPRISED THERE WAS NO MALWARE. Do you even know what Malware is? When you get it you pretty much know instantly.

Name: Mortin
Universe: GSC/Gen II Pokemon

Oh.
Okay.

Age: Unspecified; anywhere between 18 and 22
Alliance: Hero
Pokemon on hand: Quil - Quilava; his starter, Gator - Totodile, Haunt - Haunter
Pokemon used in Gym Battles: Gastly, Haunter (x2), Gengar
Powers: Super Speed, 'Shape-shifting'
Other Forms: Two demon forms, a tasmanian tiger form, and echidna form

You know I've played through Pokemon Crystal a couple of times and I can't remember Morty changing into a demon or an echidna.
Oh and we've reached the end of this blog.
Bizarre.
OH NO I'M ABOUT TO VIEW CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS BUT I DIDN'T HAVE TO AGREE FIRST WHAT DO I DO?
Calm down, calm down. I still have to click to read each entry, so I only got one warning instead of two.
Just a little scary is all.
Anyway here we have a "furry surrealist's ramblings (ruh-roh). Answer to the previous question:

Depends on where I am. Stuck in my apartment without art supplies or a gameboy? I'd probably go mad. That would take at least three hundred bucks, I'd be losing money otherwise by not being able to do business.

Throw me in the mountains with a truck of Dick Blick supplies and a cozy cabin?

Anyone else stop reading at "throw me in a truck of dick"?
Here's a post where he explains how he has some kind of albinism and no one gives a shit.

It looks like my companion's dropping out of school. It's been a hard run, and while debt has piled, we think it best to just cut our losses. He's miserable, I'm sick of being annoyed with him over school issues and it'll free him up time to work. It all stems from him being pressured to go to school anyway, if it would have been okay for him to quit a while back, it would have gone so much better, but he was pressed to keep at it, and hated every step passionately.

OH POOR BABY.

It conflicted heavily with my grad school plans, as well as our need to get out of here so Dari can start trying out a new path as far as gender goes,

... What?
"A path as far as gender goes"?

It would have no effect on where Dari wants to work, and he has no real plans for ideal career anyway, it would have been just to please his parents.

I hope it was for the best.

>dropping out of college
>not having a plan
>for the best
Yeah probably not.
What, do you think things just work out by sheer coincidence?
I mean sometimes they do but what, you just expect things to go right? By what virtue?
Let's look at her paintings.
Oh I'm not allowed. I'm not privileged enough in the furry community to be privy to these wonderful works of art.
That's smart, too. Selling shit while blocking potential buyers. It's like you don't want money.
Not that I'd buy it, of course, but she doesn't know that.
Oh here we go.
It's-- hmm. It's not the worst thing I've ever seen but it is furry art so I dunno.
Also I like how she claims to be blind and yet produces coherent works of art that look like creatures I've seen in real life. I'm not saying it's impossible but yeah I'm calling bullshit on this one.

Visual Impairment angst again.

School starts again tomorrow, and I'm fussing and fretting over cane travel again. It's nothing new, I do it every year. I fuss and pout over everything, really.

I'm jealous as fuck at this one blind girl on my campus. She gets a balling dog and a balling cane and what do I get?
Oh yeah an entire sense she doesn't have.
Fair enough.

I found out we have a new student on campus who has a guide dog, and I find myself quite interested in meeting this person, I just hope it goes well. On one hand, I often feel like I want to meet other people who feel similarly, I guess I don't like feeling so alone, but on the other, my issues are kind of "tricky".

>Implying people have to think like you just because they're in a similar situation
FURRIES.

There's also the fact I have no binocular vision, in short, no depth perception. My cane has saved me more bruised shins, scraped knees and stubbed toes than I can think, but It's hard to use it just for those situations. It helps, a lot, but that really makes people wonder I suppose. The cane is also good or navigating shiny floors, I'm sensitive to glare and sometimes even get vertigo on them because they feel far away, this is also because my eyes don't work right.

Newsflash: no one cares that much.
What, she's seriously expecting someone to walk up to her and say "hey, how blind are you? Sorry I can't let you use this cane, then." No one gives a fuck. You could see across several spectra normal humans can't and I still wouldn't give a fuck if you used a cane.
The reason I don't stop and give in to my "pride" is that I know the light exposure is hurting me.

It's not obvious, it's slow, but every time I try to brave the great outdoors without a cane, I'm diminishing my vision.

You're like an incredibly whiny vampire.

Boy I wish I could. I wish I could find something that did the same thing, that didn't give the "wrong" idea. But unlike the rest of the world, glasses don't make my problem go away. Here's where the cane/wheelchair anaolgy goes against me, because people seem to think I went and "Got a wheelchair to deal with a stiff toe". Believe me, if I could have found something else, anything else, I would have tried it. But so far, nothing else works.

What, did you steal this cane from another blind person? Who cares? It's your cane. If you want to wear it up your ass that's your goddamn business.

I hope I get the nerve to meet and talk to this new student, and I hope the reaction does not become an issue of " No, she has problems, you don't"

Oh yeah I'm sure the campus is hanging onto this story.
Here's what your classmates are thinking:
I gotta get in that exchange student's pants somehow before she goes back to some unpronounceable "istan" country and then I gotta do this bullshit assignment for some fucking class I don't wanna take and then I--
Notice how "I" never vanishes from the thought. Because that's all people are thinking about.

Seriously, whether or not you agree with them, it's getting to be a really, really warm time of year, sweltering in some places. If you get a missionary at your door, even if you aren't interested, by all means, offer the poor kids some ice water.

No I don't want them to think that's an invitation for them to come back and talk to me about dumb bullshit. I think it's even a commandment: "bring ye your own water if you ventureth to the great yonder."

A few weeks ago, Dari and I got slammed with a 600 dollar critical bill. It was a computer error on the part of the bank AND the service (because we have awesome luck!), but something we're still responsible for paying.

Uhhh--
I'd switch banks if this were so.

I've put my motorcycle up for sale, I've tried whoring my art out everywhere,

Try just regular whoring.
I bet a freak show like you could get quite a few costumers who'd be in it just for the story.
I'm sorry that was insensitive of me and not very productive.
... Nah that's the best idea I've had yet.

Just an idea I've been kicking around.

I want to take a shot at drawing, well, a lot of the pokedex. I've been a pokemon fanatic since I was wee.

The problem is there's 400 and something of them,

649.
At the time of her writing: 493.
What, you're a huge fanatic, been into Pokemon forever but couldn't name the actual specific number of Pokemon?
Whatever.

and that's a lot of work to take on, especially for free, as free work always pulls some time from commissions.

Are you for real?
You know, guys, painting all these Warhams is a lot of work to do for free even though it's something I want to be doing.
I'm not saying you have to donate, but--

My conundrum is that I don't feel right being commissioned to draw characters under copyright.

I like how she says that like it's some kind of moral code she's following and not, you know, the law.

I have other motivations to make this a pay project as well. I became a pokemon fan because of my best friend, Caleb. He was my favorite person growing up, we got in a lot of trouble, and had a lot of fun together. He encouraged me to draw, he was part of why I'm a furry, he was my first boyfriend, and in 2004, he passed away at age 15, he had an extremely aggressive form of lymphoma. I've wanted to do a project in his honor for a while.

Heh, I still have his Arbok and Mew.

So here's a mindfuck, yeah: Mew and Ditto have the same colors (both regular and shiny forms) and weigh the same. Ditto is the result of a failed attempt to clone Mew.
Anyway what follows is a bunch of fuck and I think I have to go do something for a class.

Cease and repent

I have a hypothesis that how cool you are is directly proportional to the starter you chose in Pokemon as a child. Take, for example, children today: they have the choice between a rock turtle with an entire ecosystem on its back, a flaming ape that punches people so hard they light on fire, or a penguin. Just a penguin.
I think it's sufficiently clear which starter is the lamest in this case. And here we have a fan of said penguin.
If you're keeping score, the lame duck out in the previous generations are: Bulbasaur, Chikorita and Mudkip. Water has taken the prize twice, grass twice. Fire is always superior.
Think about it. First generation you had a turtle with pneumatic water cannons on its back, a giant fire lizard or a fucking... Thing. Second gen you had a giant bipedial crocodile, a giant flaming porcupine or a... Gay thing. Third gen you had a fighting fire chicken or a Rambo-esque jungle lizard. Or a Derp.

Keeding. You're not a stalker. This was just a message to you if you feel like you've been watching me harrrrrrrd. Like seriously hard.

For some reason when I read this post I thought he was talking about the vidya gaym Stalker (or S.T.A.L.K.E.R. as it's properly written) but apparently he's talking about a real stalker.

• Bio class was so warm, I decided to just napppp :D
• The IB Survival Handbook is soo...handy :D

Pussy. Back in my day we didn't have fancy handbooks to get through IB. Shit, I didn't even get credit for it. I was the test subject.
I like to justify my "zero reimbursement for doing a favor for my school system" in my head by thinking of it like Gundam. I'm the prototype Gundam in this case. It's superior to the mass produced models.

Oh and I've really been implicit about what's been going on with my life lately but I don't give a shit anymore.

Explicit*. Implicit would be you saying-- well, something that's implied.

As long as I'm not explicit, s/he has no reason to get mad at me because s/he will just prove that all my rantings is about him/her and that'll basically expose him/herself

Oh. What?

If you're reading this and you feel offended and probably is prepared to rant to your friends about how much I've been "shit talking" and you're also brainstorming other possible

I feel offended at how fucking douchey this has been so far. I think you owe me, and me personally, an apology.

This major life change is actually pretty recent. My "circle of friends" changed and I lost two of my best friends, but I ended up finding a lot of good people whom proved that they

I've never seen someone fuck up "who" and "whom" backwards like this before.
You do know you need a preposition to use "whom" in that capacity, right?

would be there for me and would be definitely a lot more trustworthy, plus many other people whom I somewhat neglected and now pay attention to a lot more.

Wow this is the world's most complicated sentence. I've been trying to diagram it for the past five minutes and I gave up. Oddly, though, your second "whom" is correct because it's a direct object.

I'm a little angsty today, like a pendulum full of emotion, but it's a part of growing up isn't it.

Speaking of I've finally worked up the nerve to download "Unicorn Gundam" and I saw immediately that one of the tags on it is "angst" so I'm incredibly concerned now.
Remember when Gundam was an awesome space opera about great heroes and giant fighting robots in space and HOT BLOOD and shit?
Yeah I miss that too.
I mean of course the whole doubt and fear thing was always part of it but it was never the all-encompassing theme that it has become today.

I'm going to be a little explicit with my language but please consider that this isn't coming from what I feel, this is coming from the fucking heart.

Implying that "coming from the heart" isn't "what you feel" but whatever. Also this must be some pretty serious shit to warrant such a warning at the start. The last thing that I read that started with a plea "from the heart" was about ending slavery in America.

But anyways, my point here is that, where the fuck do you think you're going doing what you're doing?

This, of course, coming from a high school kid who says "anyways". Isn't this the kind of talk a father gives to his son after he picks up the guitar or something? Who the fuck are you to be saying this to your friend?

What the fuck is going on with you bro? You've turned into this Yu-gi-oh crazed, girl-hungry, shit-talker.

Sounds like typical middle school kid to me.

Bro, you were in the Top 100 for comedians in Canada on Youtube

Youtube, whose number one comedian is currently a 13 year old boy who speeds up his audio and pretends to be four (I am dead fucking serious), to me, is an incredibly poor indicator of comedic talent.
Also:
>Canadian
>comedy
pick one.

You had two of your poems published in a magazine - that's two more than I myself have ever gotten published.

Fuh, yeah. Which magazine? Your school literary magazine? I used to get shit published monthly without fucking trying. If you have a firm grasp of grammar regardless of content or talent you're getting in.

I don't know if you realized, but the two things society has been looking for since the beginning of time is people in the arts and people in the sciences

Yes, society ONLY values TWO THINGS and TWO THINGS ONLY. Why is most of the industrialized world in middle management, again?

Yknow, I was about to post a really angry entry about how your shit talking makes it seem like you're obsessed with me but something tells me this is what you want.

I have no idea who you're even talking about but you seem to be the one obsessed, friend.

Reon Kadena <3

Ruh-roh. Getting my hose, I feel like I'm going to need it.

When I was looking for a picture of her, I didn't want to put up a picture that showed her body off.

Good luck with that. She does have an amazingly large chest for a Japanese woman.

I wanted to find a picture that showed off her face. Sure she has a nice body, but that face is killer.

A quick Google image search with content filter off can confirm his sudden interest in her.

No, serious talk now. Some guys fail to see how much more attractive a face can be over a body. Even in her "racy" photos, one cannot help but stare at her...FACE.

Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Sorry I was starting to lose interest in what you were saying because I started looking at my own Google image search.

Anyways, what's my point about this little rant here? That bodies are overrated? That face's are so much more attractive? That the term "gorgeous" is so much better a word to use than "hot"?

Gay.

No. It's that I'm not gay. So stop talking shit.

Well you never sound gayer than when you're saying "I'm not gay".

Woke up at 3am!

Played Pokemon

Woooooooo

Bun you IB textbook. I'mma use my Chikorita and cut you up with Magical Leaf.

See I told you my hypothesis has merit. Later he confirms he also likes Mudkip, so he's 3/4 so far.

So I'm going to get the new Pokemon soon and I want to make a new team that I can use to pwn my IB buds

Cool kids on the bus now, watch out.

And a note to the latter part in the above : I don't want to use "normal" pokemon (like Tyranitar, Typhlosion etc. aka. OVERPLAYED POKEMON)

>Overplayed
>Typhlosion
What.

I want an INTERESTING line-up. So if you have a favourite that you never see in "strong" line ups please please pleaseee feel free to suggest.

Well if it's strong it's going to get used, so I'm not really sure-- there aren't unlimited options, here. It's not like there's a hidden Tyranitar-tier Pokemon that people have forgotten about or anything.

>Put your iPod on shuffle.
> Write down the first 5 songs that play.

No.
Well I think that's it, then. Enjoy your Pokemon, faggot.
Hey wait--

Heh llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Today is Monday, January 18th, 2010 and on this momentous (arguably [though certainly not something I'd be arguing]) holiday it's nice to see people aren't posting about it constantly. Possibly because 95% of Livejournal is the complexion of an uncooked breadstick, MLK day hasn't really won Livejournal's approval. But, really, it makes my job a whole lot easier.
So today we have Derek William Armstrong's blog, derekwilliamarmstrong (by Derek William Armstrong) and you'll fucking remember it.

Turtles are loving, affectionate animals.
But, turtles have shells.
Now, that doesn't make them any less loving.
Or, affectionate.

Oh hey a sample of what I have to deal with three times a week. Blind yet? You will be.

Hawks have beautiful, luxurious feathers.
But, hawks are predators.
Now, that doesn't make their feathers any less beautiful.
Or, luxurious.

And here's me not giving a shit.

I don't wanna be wrong
I don't wanna be right
I just want you here
By my side
But when the words I say
are never good enough
to make you feel
the way you wanna feel.

Don't wanna be wrong but don't wanna be right. Deeeeeep.

1. Don't read my livejournals and then complain that they wasted your time. Its my livejournal. Don't read it then, idiot. Really ?

Oh there's a bulletproof defense. WELL IF IT'S SUCH A WASTE OF TIME DON'T READ IT-- well it doesn't make it not shit if I just avoid it, now does it, dipshit?

The rain hadn't so much fallen as it had condensed.
You couldn't say it was dark or light, and the razors of green grass buckled with the weight of yesterdays percipitation.
Being the only person up, it's hard not to notice the smallest of moduled dissapointment.
People are always too happy or too sad when they wake up early.

Not me. I'm too fucking angry.

Don't try and make any sense of this.


I cannot help but feel a little bit ahead of my time.

Oh shit. Stand back, plebs, he's going to be ahead of his time. Let's just ride the Thorazine. Don't even fucking try to make sense of this. It's too deep for your pea-sized brains.

1. "I've done everything you could ever imagine doing, so don't think you'll get away with it."

You've never worked your ass off
to get into a phenominal schools honors program
and raised yourself to be an immaculate human being,

Got me there I guess but my parents did raise me to not be an egomaniac.

You've never pushed yourself to be better
or surprised yourself with a future worthy of kings.

Yeah actually I have, dipshit. In fact a lot of people push themselves to try harder in school. You know how all those kids graduate every year magna cum laude and shit? I think they push themselves at least a little bit.

So don't tell me I am unprepared, ignorant, irresponsible, and lazy.
I am doing something that you could never do.

Like what, major in poetry? Not hard, dude. Some people even major in such useful subjects as medicine and SCIENCE or whatever.
Shit, something more on your level: some people can even manage that and an education major. Because, you know, someone has to teach your dumbass kids.
Well not *your* dumbass kids because unless dudes start dropping babies from their asses you're not having a kid, but you get my meaning.

I don't understand. If my parents offered me all the money I wanted
and a house, and a car, and gas money,
and would pay for everything and i could just "have fun"

I still would not do nothing with my life.

Oh so that's what you're doing that's way ahead of your time? Bro I have you way beat on that front. I just got a perfect IV Tyranitar. I clearly have a lot of free time on my hands.

"Why do you think the author made all of the intelligent and compassionate characters physically beautiful?"
"To antithesize society, like a satire, kind of?"

Antithesize. It's a word, actually, but I'm watching you.

I do not lack humanity. I do, however, lack sympathy.
A boy at my school is in a wheelchair.
He is pushy and rude, never says excuse me
and has run over my toes on more than one occasion.

No, Derek William Armstrong, I'll tell you what you lack. SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOURSELF FOR TWO SECONDS, CHRIST ALL MIGHTY.
I have a question for you, anyone reading this. How many entries have gone by?
In almost any other entry you might be able to hazard a guess that's kind of close to accurate because at least the subject (the degrees of "how much I'm fucking talking about myself" in the case of blogs) varies a little, but for all you know (probably) this is just one continuous entry.

Whats strange to me, however, is the amount of people who are wrong about me. I'm not a complex person,

Ha, ha, no you are not.

It's just strange. And I've already gotten, 'Why do you care what other people think ? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters!'
Which is, of course, the most ignorant thing I've ever heard. In my opinion. My life is entirely molded around what other people think.

Oh no, not what other people think about Derek William Williamson or whatever!

There are 10 of each. You can decide for yourself wether or not I think to highly or lowly of myself. I just thought I'd clear up any misconceptions.

Wow, I can decide for myself about Derek Derek Derekson or whatever! It's just like Fox News. They report, I decide! I feel so empowered.

i have never been drunk, ive never done drugs, i have never smoked
i have never snuck out

I love it when people equate not doing something as self control. No, asshole, you're just doing what you're supposed to be doing. Although when it comes to "self important" you fit the bill, so I can't say I'm surprised.

Lets start this livejournal off with a statement: I am gay.

No, you're kiddin'! Sure could have fooled me, William William Williamson!

But what's strange about it is, no one has ever disliked me for being gay.

Who could hate you for that when it's so much easier to hate you for something that's actually worth hating? Like, I don't know, your personality?

People constantly think that I'm so overly in love with myself that I need to be "knocked down a peg" so I stop thinking so highly of myself.

Can't imagine where they get that idea.

Although I'm not one to judge, and as you'll notice, I called him an asshole the same way he would have called me a faggot, I'm pretty sure he pretended to like me to get into K's pants.

So what, the faghag wouldn't have sex with this yo-yo unless she got her boy's approval?
Whatever, I gotta catch this fucking Beldum. He won't get in the fucking Pokeball, and I can't hit it because all my Pokemon are too fucking strong. Even moves it resists are 1 hit KOs. Then he just struggles himself until it KOs itself, so I have to FALLBACK AND REGROUP.
Catch rate of 3. Goddamn legendaries are easier to catch.

Oh.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
so I clicked on this "blog spotlight" entry called "wtf_sexism" and I had to agree that I was 14 years or older before I was even let through the door, then I had to click on each individual entry because it had content "not suitable for minors". Most porn doesn't have this much in the way of safety checks. After all this work I'd expect some PG-13 action, but no, just boring words and bitching.
WHICH IS REDUNDANT, AM I RIGHT GUYS? WOMEN AND BITCHING? HUH? (hopefully they'll see this and I'll get a free plug)
On to a group that isn't quite as boring.
Maybe it's because I'm the antithesis of ADHD (I just bred a Pokemon with four out of 6 perfect IVs in a brilliant two part strategy that took 3 days, which required me to enter a death-like torpor to achieve, and this is an activity I supposedly do for fun, although at the end it probably wasn't that fun) but I always found ADHD to be a very convenient excuse.
Oh sure, I'm sure many people do suffer from it, but you'd think such a "debilitating disease" that's supposedly so rampant would have had more of an impact on the human race before now.

Hello guys, I must say that I'm feeling really blessed that you guys are here. It's a relief to find others that think like me.

So here we enter the first part of the blog that I have trouble with. Is ADHD a thought process or a disease? Is it both? Can a thought pattern be a disease? If it can be, isn't that approaching (or indeed arriving at) the exact same logic used by the Inquisition in Warhammer to burn people?

Are any of you guys graphic designers/creatives by trade? I am, and I'm scared to to death that Adderall or Strattera or whatever they put me on will kill my creativity.

Isn't that how you "creative types" touch the cosmos or whatever it is you do?
Personally I'm just a roiling Kodachrome sea of creativity so anything to still THE FURY would be helpful, but I suppose those of a more demure talent would be worried about such things.
Of course I don't need such things because I LIVE ON THE EDGE.
LIVING ON THE EDGE?
MORE LIKE LIVING ON A PRAYER.
Now here's another entry "only for adults".
Well, fortunately, I think I fit that criteria so here we go:

Does ADHD affect your sex life? I find that it may be affecting mine. I get distracted when I'm with my partner. He's being romantic, affectionate, sweet, doing all the right things, and then I remember that I need a new bra and where I should get one and is there anything else I wanted at that shop - I have been thinking about getting that CD, but I could get it cheaper in this other store etc etc etc ad nauseum.

You see my predicament.

Any tips?

Yeah I do, actually, "Taiba": don't be such a dead fish in bed. Try giving a little and maybe it won't be such a blanket mediocre for all parties involved (which I like to imagine seventeen parties involved to keep your white bread hum-drum sex life as distant as possible, thanks).

I hate that I need medication just to go to a movie or a party. I hate that I have to be so careful about who I tell, because they might stigmatise me. I hate that, because of ADHD and a lack of support and understanding in The Real World, my first year of full-time work was much more painful than it should have been.

Wasn't "The Real World" (proper noun) a TV show a few years back? Wasn't Fred Savage involved and some ridiculous lead female character with a name like Tapioca?
Wow I sure do know a lot of gay shit.
Oh, no, The Real World is where a bunch of strangers live together.
What the fuck am I thinking of?
Ah, Boy Meets World.
And that wasn't Fred Savage but his brother Ben Savage.
Great.

I read Delivered from Distraction and the author had included on chapter that had a series of mental exercises that should help improve attention. I haven't done any of those yet (drawing a line with one hand and a circle with the other at the same time sounds hard) but I'm going to start including those during the day and was wondering if there's any other mental exercises that are good for ADHD.

So you had enough mental faculties to buy and read an entire book without becoming distracted and put serious thought into doing the mental exercises the book recommends-- I don't really know what to say, honestly.

My coach/therapist asks me: "Why are decisions so difficult for you?"

I don't know!!! Why are they???

Why are you looking to strangers on the internet for personal answers? Could it be because you don't actually have an opinion?
Here, I'll answer for you: it's because you're a cunt devoid of personality, ergo no personal opinions to be had. If your opinion cannot be determined factually, you can't make it.
How to fix this: I don't know, maybe focusing less on yourself (for once)?

We are having a medieval wedding, pre-1100. I have pretty much decided what I want for a dress and how I'll do my hair, though I have no idea what to wear on my feet.

Oh, time traveling for your wedding? I hear Antioch is beautiful that time of the millennium.

We're Anglican, and my uncle is an Anglican bishop, and I've asked him to take the ceremony, and I just got confirmation from the priest in charge at his cathedral that we can have the cathedral for either date.

Uh-huh-- wait.
>Anglican wedding
>pre-1100
Pretty sure that's impossible.
Now here's a post that uses "we" and "us" as if the writer is royalty or perhaps speaking for all ADHD sufferers.

As are the similarities between this obscure folktale and Lancelot in L' Mort d' Arthur (OMG, there is no way Malory* didn't know about this Irish folktale)¹

Sir Thomas Malory was Welsh so probably-- no, he probably didn't know it, actually.
What does this have to do with ADHD, exactly, outside of you showing off your (modestly) impressive knowledge of English literature? Also I'm pretty sure it's properly called "Le Mort d'Arthur" so good job remembering how to spell the title, putz.

Anyone else have experiences like that? Crappy short-term memory, but a ridiculous range of random facts and memories that you're not sure how you acquired? I love that we have all of these random, wide-ranging resources at our mental fingertips and yet we can barely remember to lock the door on the way out to work. ;p

Yeah, I call it "thinking".
Whatever, white people. I have to move my timid Synchronizing Ralts to Pokemon Pearl to catch a female timid Misdreavus so I can continue my GRAND SCHEME. I'm very busy with work far too important to continue wasting on drivel like this.

THEM POKEMON

I only clicked on today's entry because she had Pokemon in her name. I am so fucking excited for the Gold and Silver remakes. The kids on the internet are expressing their general disappointment at the new ones, but they were 3 when the original Gold and Silver came out so what the fuck do they know?
I was there from day one, baby.

Wow I was right, the last post I made was totally lame and angsty/whiny/self-pitying/retarded. I'll try and make up for it by making this one more bad ass normal.

I didn't cross that shit out (this time). You can tell because I would have replaced "bad ass" with "lame" instead of normal.

Well today it was Hebe's birthday, and even though I don't like her because she was totally retarded to me, I still felt sorry for her.

This must be that emotion I understand is called "empathy".

This is kinda irrelevant but I just thought I'd give a bit of background on the birthday thing... Last year, when she was still my bestfriend I bought her a make-up bag, lip gloss, a helium balloon (which I forgot to inflate) and a card I spent ages on. She just complained about the non-inflated balloon. Two days later, on my birthday, she got me nothing. That is the type of person Hebe was; a complete user/taker.

So speaking of birthdays, my Pokemans Heart Gold should be here by then. THAT'S RIGHT, READERS: I CAN IMPORT A GAME AND STILL BE ABLE TO PLAY IT. SOMETHING YOU BAKA GAIJIN WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ^.^

I seriously did not care that she did not get me anything, but seriously, not even a card? Well she did, but she made it in front of me at lunch.

So glad my bros and I don't give a fuck.

ANYWHO, she came to school today and looked so sad because no one was even paying attention to her (and even though she is a bitch I did begin to melt), and I thought I may as well get some good karma so I excused myself from my buddies and went upstairs to make her an anonymous birthday card.

Karma doesn't work tha-- bleh fuck it.

But yeah. I wrote "pegasi" on the back left corner though, a small codeword from when we were bestfriends.

>anonymous
>signing it in a way that she'd know it's you
what

blah blah blah blah blah OH and I'm finally 16 on Friday. 2 days. In a way it's kinda scary, the years are going so fast, and I never want to reach 40. I only have 19 years left of happiness in 2 days time. LOL.

Okay people, simple arithmetic time:
16+19 = ?
16+19 = 35
40 - 35 = 5
You'd still have five, FIVE years left. Dope.

I'm confused by boys as well. Why do they always seem so interested but never approach me? It's not like I bite. Then they go out with complete twilight-obsessing weirdos, lol. The only people who actually do attempt to go out with me are...
a) 13 y.o boys
b) 30+ y.o men
Like, whyyyy?!??????!!!!!!!!!!!

Girls have cooties.

I should really try and stop thinking about boys.
I never used to, and now I am obsessed.
It is kinda retarded, but I just can't help it.
From now on, I'm going to try and stop being such a boy-obsessor/pervert.

Yeah--
whatever.

Oh and my songs of the week are...

"Too Legit to quit" by MC Hammer. This song is old (duh) but it is legendary

>songs that came out in 1991
>old
Ha, ha oh 15 year olds.

"Shots" by LMFAO. Whoops, I accidentally typed "shits" instead of "shots" when I first wrote this, lololol.

LOLOLOL :|

I picked up my GCSE results for maths and science and got A in both. What can I say? I must be a genious

>I must be a genious
>geniousI see.

I an amazing. I got A in my 2 WORST subjects.

Please, do continue.
Here's a post entitled "I could not be a model" and after looking at pictures of you, this is a correct appraisal.

Now there's a really long post about some sort of yacht club or something. Who cares?
Boys look at me like an alien creature; like how a dog would eye a tiger cub upon meeting one on the street.

... I'm sure that made sense in your head, but could you try to edit a little, please? What the fuck streets are you walking where dogs and tiger cubs cross each other?

Except for me. I'm tall, dark haired and a wild card; it's been 2 days since I skinny dipped from the pier and 2 weeks since the infamous (but awesome) boozy night at cadet week.

Read: she's a ladybro.

I'm loud, energetic and funny ;D (joking).

Ha, ha-- oh.

I taught myself to do backward flip dives and have been flipping into the water from various boats and pools all over Majorca.

Yeah well I taught myself a lot of things.

I join in at games such as water polo and whoop arse. In short, I am awesome. I do my best to attract attention from the opposite sex by being outgoing, but invariably fail.

Hmm yes must be very upsetting--
Man I should replay some Pokemon Emerald and get some 3rd generation action going in anticipation for DAT TRANSFER to Heart Gold. Yes, this is a good idea. Something I never quite got around to doing during Pearl/Diamond/Platinum.

I'm beggining to wonder if I am some kind of freak. (Insert music by Hyper Crush).

Hyper Crush.
I see. (Wish I had saved my "veni" picture for right here).

I have finally settled on the conclusion that I emmit strange pherenomes which make me repulsive to males.

Pherenomes.

This would also explain why I get hit on by lesbians instead. My most recent kiss was in year 3.

Secondary sex characteristics work this way. I know because I am a doctor.

What the hell do I have to do to get a NORMAL dude to like me?

Well you could stop being a cunt for one.
Now here's a huge post about an argument on the internet, which is about as pathetic as it sounds.
Listen to me: it's the fucking internet. No one gives a shit. It's not real life.
Now there's a really long (by previous standards) post about Christianity versus Atheism (only two choices. You have no other options in the realm of philosophy) entitled "seriously, who gives a fuck?" and based off how butthurt you are about this, I'm guessing you do.
Both parties tend to be filled with cunts and douchebags so I just say I follow Greek mythology (because any cunt or douchebag following that has been dead for almost 2000 years, putting some distance on it) but as I've learned a lot of douchebags and cunts still believe in that shit so I have to find a new angle.

That's like someone saying, "unless you die with a sword in your hand, you'll go to neiflam when you die, an icy abyss!!"

No you stupid twat if you die without a sword in your hand (that is, of old age or disease) you go to Hel (one l, what) where the Nidhogg or Jormungandr or some equally unpronounceable serpent will consume you.
THEM GERMANS, MAN.
So on that victorious note of Norse mythology I'm finished. TERMINATI
(incidentally it is Nidhogg that eats the dead at the base of the Planet Tree, I just didn't want to always come off as a know-it-all cunt-- oh wait)