Oh fuck

Did you know marine forces in the Pacific during WWII used the hamerless Winchester Model 1912 because as long as the trigger was depressed it was capable of slamfire? Meaning, all a marine had to do was slide the action and it'd fire, sort of like that show The Rifleman.
Oh yeah, unrelated: blogs.
It's just always amazing to me how creative people are when it comes to violence. Figuring out book bindings? That'd be a 2000 year process, but a rapid fire shotgun? 20 years.
I'm sort of envious, though. Having two of those mounted on the front of my car would come in handy. No one would be cutting me off anymore, no sir.

Some point in 2009:
Hannah: So Who is the Library Day Speaker this year?
Lita: i'm not really sure.
Hannah: I heard it was Vanda Symons?
Lita: I think so, they write books.

Okay, That was like the most epic fail of fail I have ever said last year.

... LOL XD

Now uh, the above speech was so stupid. Not to mention, it happened in the library. So I fail.

Vanda Symons does write books fyi and she is also a really lovely person to meet.

k
It's okay not to have anything to say. You don't need to keep posting. Or keep your already too long post from ending.

Aww -___-


I was talking to some of the junior librarians today (actually now to be presise), sounds like their having a freakin marvelous time.

Oh, what? I went into my image folder looking for something and it's 15 minutes later and I don't remember what I was looking for.
Stop this. Stop this immediately.
What could I have been looking for?
Well you seem to fancy yourself some kind of litfag but you don't know how to spell precise or the difference between "there", "their" and "they're". Probably something to do with that?

Hello LJ,

for the first time in ages, I don't actually feel like posting because I have nothing to say.

OH BOY NOTHING TO SAY! I'M SURE READING THIS! Oh wait, it gets better, too! "I don't actually feel like posting"! Goddamn, this'll be a great read!
How did Milton or Homer open their epics? "whatever don't really feel like writing this. Sing muses, or whatever it is you do. Or don't, whatever."
Somehow I don't think people would give quite as much of a shit as they do if they had opened like that.

Time to watch the Commentary to The Forbidden Kingdom
Oh my gosh! I'm gonna go and have that damn tea! YES? yes.
And...i'm going to...stop being so annoying now.
TEA.......♥
(Top 5 tonight m'dears!)
-Litaxx

Here was my face during this:Move over dog and let me in that pillow fort.

Okay m'dears! Welcome to February!
Not long now until I start Uni, but still quite a long way to that point in time.

Okie dokie, Let's hope that this month I can manage to post EVERY SINGLE DAY!
Am I up for the challenge?
Hell. To. The. Yeah.

So yesterday I was moving my eyes in a weird way to imitate how characters in Mass Effect 2 often look and I heard a weird pop in my head and now my left eye hurts periodically. Should I be concerned? I can still see out of it and everything but-- I don't know. It's worrisome.

MOVING. STRAIGHT. ALONG.
Uhhm, I was going to say something about the title..Oh right yeah, actually coming to think of it, I think I might just pass on that because it could aggrivate...certain people.
I should really shut up.
I just woken up (YES IS 11.40! LEAVE ME ALLOOOONE!)
hm.
Today is going to be a good day, the parent's are leaving the house to go to work and I'm home alone in all it's glory, Yaaay ^-^

Shut up my eye hurts goddamn I think I detached a retina--
it feels better if I cover it up.

So once upon a time there was a guy I liked and I knew I was out of his league.
Anyway, fast forward a few days later, I didn't like him anymore because he was a creep.
The End.

After that, there was another guy I liked.
And for a while we were pretty...cool. Except because I'm screwed up, the more he liked me, the more I pushed him away. Until I realized what I actually had I didn't do it so much. Anyway, long story short - it's pretty much the opposite now, so we hardly keep in contact even though I try but neugh.

Fascinating.
This is probably the first time I've seen in your blog that you've managed a coherent thought through two paragraphs. I know you're big into the "lol I'm so randum xD" phase right now because you think you're "like, totally funneh" or whatever it is you morons think (goddamn I got douche shivers typing that) but don't expect me to read any of it.
In fact I've skipped three straight pages of posts for this exact reason.

Told me to mention him in my journal entry. So, this is his mention, yup. Hello Morgan. Blah blah blah.

Oh speaking of, holy shit I heard the worst song ever today. It's called "Blah Blah Blah" and it's by that banshee, Kesha (not spelling that with a dollar sign, get fucked)
I don't even understand the appeal. She can't sing, she looks like she doesn't shower very often, she's really not particularly attractive (personal hygiene or no). No, I don't get it at all.

Do you get offended if someone repeatedly checks their mobile phone when you're out for lunch or dinner? If so, do you usually say something?

My answer to this is "yes"

Uhhhhh. This is why I have to go so off-topic. You're so impossibly boring I can't even think of anything mean to say about you. That's pretty fucking dire. I've posted every other day (not counting weekends) for over a year and a half and you're the one who exhausted my bile.
Good work (oh and also not counting days I've forgotten).
Now there's a totally hilarious post about Windows 7 and her updating schedule. Apparently she's letting Windows 7 run her life and that's somehow the computer's fault (brotip: there's a big red "turn automatic updating off" button in your control panel).
Well that's it. I think my work here is done.
I have to go write a reflection on Emerson's "Nature" which is problematic because I've done a lot of soul-searching on this monumental text in the long and brilliant literary history of the United States and the only "reflection" I can come to is that I have no reflection on the subject.
(I also haven't read it which isn't proving to be the problem you'd think it would).

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Oh my no this has to be the most pretentious thing I've read in recent memory, and that's saying a lot, because I attend college. She's some kind of something. I don't know. I thought she might be a Christfag but now I'm leaning more towards some kind of Pagan shit or something.

We all have to live with the choices we make.

Ironically, losing my job at Ritz gave me enough money to pay Pitt my enrollment deposit today. They had to pay me for all my unused vacation hours

PSEUDO-INTELLECTUAL BULLSHIT BLAH BLAH IRONICALLY BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

But my whole world has changed in the past 24 hours, my heart has been broken and I am beginning to regain clarity

k
One might wonder how you can "regain" clarity like it's some kind of finite resource but whatever I'm pretty much used to unquantifiable things presented in the form of numbers (oh hi RPGs)

He told me that my lease was automatically renewed for a month to month basis so whenever I need to move, I just need to let him know a month beforehand. This seemed like a sign. A reminder and a push to get moving.

THIS SEEMS LIKE A SIGN. I hate people who talk like this. Listen, unless you find yourself in some kind of Lord of the Rings setting it's not a fucking sign. YESTERDAY THREE CROWS FLEW OVER MY HEAD. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS? It must mean something-- that's an auspice if I've ever heard it!
No it doesn't fucking mean anything. The universe can't tell you anything because it's not a sentient being.

I had a very peaceful moment when we came across a little bridge over the lake in the middle of the forest. It was such a beautiful place and we were so surrounded by forest that we could not even hear civilization anymore. I sat down on the bridge and played my singing bowl and meditated for a few minutes.

Herp derp
Also I like how she tries to get away from civilization but winds up sitting on a bridge. Yeah that bridge got there through magic.

What I love about Jim is that he does not even question these things. He had no idea what I was doing or why but he respected me enough to sit down next to me and enjoy the sound and the moment of peace.

They break up a month later, incidentally.

Shortly after that, I saw a faerie mound in the middle of a sunlit glade and I pointed it out to him. He didn't understand what I meant so I explained what a faerie mound is and why it is important to the forest. He is Italian/Irish like I am and I think I brought some of his Irish blood to the surface yesterday.

All his Italian blood can do is join gangs, lose wars and make the most cholesterol-laden food imaginable (it's ok I have a really Italian last name I can make fun of Italy).

As I was walking away from the faerie mound, I was talking softly about the spirits of the forest and then I stopped short, feeling compelled to turn and look behind me. There, in a sunlit grove, was a fawn, watching us.
I took my camera away from my face and I stood there in stillness, gazing into the eyes of this elegant creature. In her eyes, I saw an old and ancient wisdom and understanding. I felt like she was trying to tell me something and for a few moments we just stood and looked into one another. The fawn and I, both young females, each of us red and white, graceful and beautiful, illuminated by the light that connected us.

Wow that was really douchey.
And it goes on, good Christ. Ten million pages later, a blurry picture of a fawn. Great, cool image broheim.

I'm hungry for knowledge.

Hungry for douchey knowledge, maybe. I always wondered who the fuck signed up for "humans and sexuality" and "music in society" and now I fucking know.
Oh boy poetry time.

The heart is the kingdom of the soul
the source of beauty
within us all
every moment
a network runs through
the electric impulse
of blood seeking
brain trusting

Holy fuck.

How often do you feel your brain working?

Well right now my brain is trying very hard to keep my throat from gagging at this pile of vomit you call poetry, so I guess too often.

I feel like I need them to judge me based more on my talent and less on my test scores and grades.

I'M REALLY TALENTED EVEN THOUGH MY TEST SCORES WOULD LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE I'M A NO TALENT HACK!
No but seriously it was smart to not include your "talent" CD of photography, because every picture I've seen of yours has been blurry as fuck.

At one point I discovered two lighters in my bra because that is the natural place for me to stick them when I am wearing a dress. One of them was Taylor's. I guiltily handed it over and he said "As a gay man, I'm not sure how I feel about that." and I told him, "its okay, it was only in the valley, it never touched the peaks." Everyone laughs and I take my bow and go back inside.

Lewd perhaps, but funny right? I crack myself up. Sometimes I am filled with outrageous self confidence and don't quite know where to put it.

You're not funny. You shouldn't be filled with confidence. Confidence without skill is conceit.
Also how the fuck do you "find" two lighters in your bra? Wouldn't you, I don't know, feel that at all times?

I haven't played this bowl in awhile, not in the city, it hums with a different voice depending on where it is played. In the forest I hear the elementals singing in the water and the wind and the root of the earth.

I have no idea what a singing bowl is.
More poetry I'm not reading.

Unlike many of my peers, I loved high school not for the friends or parties, but for what I learned there.

>learning
>high school
:3c
Holy shit I started doing something else and I just noticed I closed her blog. I guess entry over?

Help

I opened today's blog and immediately had a seizure. I think I just bit my tongue off.
I do enjoy the "four words per line" business. Thinking of people browsing this on their cellphones, I see. I know I do that a lot. WONDER WHAT _bluexyellow IS UP TO? Bam, cellphone browser.

dear diary,
(my vagina is depressed.) [:

Oh hi

not really sure why i'm blogging. i think i had some random thought floating around in my brain for a minute here but.. it's gone.

I am enjoying this 10,000 (five real) line post.
Please, continue.

god i really want to do well in school this year. i.. have to. oh i just remembered what i was blogging about omg. it was about the fact that siblings of sophie make me nervous. not that we haven't already established this but uuh yeah. i'm not as afraid of emma as i was of alex,

Nope don't care.

three months is a long time.

>three months
>long time
>implying implications

and it's kind of like six months,

Three months is kind of like six months.
Okay.
Six months is kind of like a year, and a year is kind of like two years, and two years is kind of like four years, and four years is like eight, and eight is like sixteen, and sixteen is like thirty-two, and thirty-two is like sixty-four, so really you're fucked for the rest of your life.

my bed feels so wrong without you in it, holding me.
i think i should give up masturbation for a while again.
but uh i dunno if i can.

alright! it is like twenty past eleven. i went to bed at uh.. ten something? i CAN'T SLEEP.

ALL RIGHT! It's 6:56, uhh... Might play some FFXI, I don't really know.
Went to class today
...
...
It was okay.
Uhhh... Had some dinner.
I liked it.

i'm just so.. awake. just a warning, this blog is probably gonna be rather sexual.

Let me shield my virgin eyes.

it's just so very nice. and oh my god it has been so long since you have fingered me, my god. i'm tempted to do it when i masturbate, and.. i never do that. but i don't cause i know it won't work.

Fat girl touching herself.

today in media arts, megan and i spent most of the two classes sitting with hannah and mitch trollip. and then during second period there were some grade nines that came and sat with us and stuff. and well, they made me happy. cause they were really nice and stuff.

And stuff.

god this is really stupid but like.. it made my day. anyways i also thought about the fact that i want new friends.

Excuse me, logging into FFXI. Surely this doesn't require my undivided attention.

well excluding sophie, cause DUH i like her.

Like duh, guys.
I should probably pick another job and level it seriously. All this unfocused leveling has many of my jobs beyond Dunes levels but too low to be of any real use, hmm.

i hate the feeling i always get when i come with my dad/mom to take you home. it's like.. this horrible sinking, sad feeling. and it's really.. deep. like, it feels like it's coming from my heart.

I don't know, maybe samurai? Warrior? Dragoon? Post your suggestions. I am open to all (except red mage since it's already 75~)

i want to get high, and i can cause my mom is away. huh. i just forgot the point of this blog.

A recurring theme in this blog.
Well that was riveting and illuminating. I have other things to do now~

DON'T PROVOKE HER

As her opening post can attest, she is quite pissed off. Oh no I wouldn't want to do anything to arouse her anger!
Why is our little darling so angry? Well (read like 1950s narrator Walter Winchell, all around master troll, like "mmmwell" for the sake of this post) the opening to her post goes something like so:

Why, you ask?

Health care. It's bullshit.

YEAH FUCK YOU MODERN MEDICINE-- oh she means insurance, probably.

And on top of that, there are people constantly telling me that health insurance is necessary and benefits our society. How? It takes our money and makes health a material possession of sorts. So I now have to put a price on my soul?

No, just your health.
I skipped down a ways this is kind of boring and filled with thoughts most people had several decades ago about health insurance, like maybe insurance companies aren't your friends and are maybe a tad on the amoral side (oh what a revelation).

To me, spending time with my family isn't really what matters much to me, but spending time with the people I choose to be my family does.

Here let me translate this for you, literally: "spending time with my family doesn't matter to me, spending time with my family matters to me." Dope.

The best part is that I don't lose friends... I only gain stronger bonds.

Ha, ha aren't you just a Hallmark greeting card?

This gives me more energy to get the things that I need to get done, done. I've been testing out more of my baking/cooking skills and succeeding with tasty results.

GOTTA GRIND THEM COOKING SKILLS TO MAKE YAGUDO DRANKS SO THE BROS CAN DO THEIR PROMYVION RUNS AM I CORRECT?
current cooking skill: 9
current alchemy skill: 47
FFXI update because I know everyone had been dying to know.

Aside from those current events nothing else stands out to me as happenings go. I'm starting this week off positively and hoping it remains in that direction. I also hope to keep up my productive spirit. As you can see with the amount of writing I've been doing, it's quite apparent. So until next time......

>doing things you like to do
>implying it's productive
OHHHHHHH YOUUUUU.

It does seem like carnivals do become lamer each year, physically.

Physically lamer. As in the carnivals are drawing up lame.
The Mafia took John Carníval out back and broke his leg in 5 places and ever since he hasn't been walking quite the same because his one leg is two inches shorter than the other one.
They really tuned him up, man.

Yesterday I spoke of grudges. While I hold my opinion that grudges, if used right, can be useful tools of positivity, I still acknowledge that the concept of these things are less than cheery.

... You must have a different definition of "grudge" than I do.
I'm fusing two posts to make them less boring/more coherent than they were previously. I'm upgrading her blog, I guess you could say.

I hold a grudge.

I think I found the problem with this blog. Okay, she holds a grudge. This is usually where people would say what this is (as if anyone cared, but that's another issue) instead, I will post, unedited, all of the words leading up to this fabled "grudge":

I have held it for years. Anyone who knows me likely knows what it is all about and especially since I'm making this a public entry, I see no need to write about it here... At least not in this particular journal, so I'll save it for the next one that only my friends can read.

WORDS WORDS WORDS... NOT EVEN SHARING THE GRUDGE WITH ME? FUCK YOU.

However, I will say that with this particular grudge that I hold, I feel nothing but power and strength in the situation. The problem with a lot of people who hold grudges is the fact that they don't really think much about why they are holding them and without realizing it, begin to mimic and repeat the actions, words, and situations they repeatedly speak so strongly against. Sometimes when a grudge becomes a person's life and only topic of discussion, others around them begin to hold their very own grudges against that one person as well. The process is contagious... But I've kind of trailed off here... Back to my grudge.

HERE LET ME FLAT OUT EVADE TELLING YOU WHAT IT IS BUT INSTEAD EXPLAIN IT TO YOU IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL.
My fuck who cares? I didn't care before, now I definitely don't.

I feel like I have every right to hold this grudge. I do talk about it a lot and it consumes my mind. I think it should though. To me it is a type of reminder of things that can go wrong and will go wrong if I forget.

I can summarize your dipshit post in four words: "never forget, never forgive" THERE YOU GO. FOUR FUCKING WORDS YOU TWAT.

If I don't keep this grudge active then there is a chance that laziness will enter my mind and make me just as ignorant, self-loathing, and boring as those I hold such a grudge against.

>you
>not boring
OHHHHHHHHHH YOUUUUUUUUUU.
Two concepts I am familiar with, though. EVER VIGILANT.

You know what pisses me off? Why is it that every single department store you travel to stops selling seasonal items right as the season begins?

Early bird, worm, etc.

For years I've been contemplating a specific thing.

Oh wow I wonder if this will be another fifteen million word post where she doesn't actually say anything? (yes) (brotip: use words other than "thing").

It's something that I don't take lightly as the decision to do such a thing can not simply be reversed. It's forever. It's a part of you. I can honestly say that the last dozen years or so I have tossed this idea round and round in my head and at times even threw it out due to uncertainty and fear, but the last two years and specifically the last couple of weeks have brought on a more solid factor. This must be done... For myself.

Raging.
It better be a fucking hysteroectomy because you having kids is a terrifying thought. After reading this travesty you deserve to have your womb ripped from you.

It isn't something that I have just spontaneously thought about at random.

NO I GUESS FUCKING NOT, DEBATING ABOUT IT FOR TWELVE YEARS AND ALL.

This is a decision that has been in the making for years! Mostly, I just want this and that's the bottom line and all that matters in the end.

Gag on a dick you stupid whore.

I'm getting the In Utero angel tattoo. That's all there is to it.

THAT'S IT? A FUCKING TATTOO? YOU WASTED THAT MUCH TIME TO SAY YOU'RE GETTING A TATTOO!?
(also ha, ha I said you should get a hysteroectomy over a tattoo entitled "in utero angel")
So you'll never guess how long this post continues.
THREE MORE PARAGRAPHS.
Here's how I'd handle this post:
"hey fags getting a tattoo of that In Utero Angel the Aerosmith logo from that Nirvana album Aerosmith." Then I'd probably realize what a faggot I've become. HURR DURR BAND TATTOOS.

I'm exactly where I need to be in life and entirely ecstatic about it.

You're always where you need to be in life. It might not be where you want to be, however.
Whoa sorry just took a 3 hour break to do besieged and get a red mage's testimony. What am I doing?
Oh right, you.
Uhh...
Yeah good luck with all that douchebaggery and stuff.
Meanwhile I have things to do that aren't this.
BYE~

Barf

I forgot to update this fucking thing Monday. When I went to bed Monday, I was thinking to myself: "man today sure was headache free, I wonder why?" Then I remembered. Hopefully I can remedy this by having a double headache on Wednesday (it works like that I think) so here we are for today.
As I've often stated, everyone fancies themselves a writer, actor, movie star, producer, etc because everyone would be these things if they could be. These are the only occupations that people consider themselves apart of even if they are, in reality, not.
So today's latest twat fancies herself a writer, obviously.

Hmm. Life has been pretty good to me so far. Some downs, some ups.

"Umm I don't really have much to say so I'm just going to tell you the story of everygirlXI!"

But overall I can't really complain. I just thought I'd write a few sentences, since I haven't been updating much this past week.

"So, like, I haven't really been updating so I just thought I'd waste someone's time by posting the most redundant, asinine, trite piece of shit I could think of!!"

Haha, it's so mind-blowingly inane, it's a good break from all my school work and job stuff.

>mind-blowingly inane
>nice break from school work
Implying, of course, that her entire existence isn't inane. I bet you just got finished slaughtering an entire legion of Chaos Space Marines before taking your jumbo jet to play a rock guitar solo before the Queen of England, huh?
Now there's a really long post about something I don't understand (bands or something who knows). Now there's a really, really long post about various topics-- who gives a shit?

People will probably skip all this. I mean, I would. Maybe.

Thanks for the warning.
So that's three posts in a row I'm skipping. That's some kind of record.

Weekends are SRS BSNS.

lol xD srs bsns the game dasu dasu barrel roll the game longcats randum xD die in a fire you stupid whore.

I should be doing math homework. But it seems really inane. I haven't done math in 3 YEARS. I'm really rusty, and I definitely need the practice before the first exam coming up next Monday.

>inane
>I definitely need practice before the first exam
I'm guessing you don't actually know the definition of "inane", do you?
Also that's how I'd define this blog: "it seems really inane."

I'm still really bitter at the fact that I have to take MATH100 at all.

It's hard to be worse at math than me, and even I placed out of math 100.
I'd be a lot more bitter about the ENG100 I have to take this semester as well...
Ha, ha, ha, Eng 100 AND math 100? Kill yourself.

Even IF my 400-level English credits transferred fine from CSU...and somehow I don't have an ENG 100. Hmm.

400 level credits-- taking English 100-- WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?

It has been a very quiet day. I spent the morning doing errands, the afternoon reading a HP fic that only kind of (kind of) made me cry, and the evening slaving over Japanese homework.

Huh, imagine that. Someone who reads fanfics takes Japanese.

I've had this fear of all this writing...everything about my life recorded with such careful detail for the past four and a half years...vanishing before I even realize it.

Jesus Christ who gives a shit that a shopping trip almost five years ago didn't turn out how you had hoped? It'd be one thing if you had a journal filled with awesome thoughts but it's just the same fucking wheel turning over and over and over.
Your blog is like an MMORPG brought into reality.
I HAD TO GRIND CRABS
I KILLED A CRAB, 200 EXP
I KILLED A CRAB 180 EXP DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE
I USED MY EMPRESS RING
I KILLED A CRAB 250 EXP
I KILLED A CRAB 310 EXP AND CHAIN 2 YAY

Sorry, for those who have been hanging on to my every word

Which is n--

(which includes a population of zero).

Yeah. That.

I'm sure it'd be incredibly frustrating, as a reader of my journal.

Very true. Maybe I was wrong about you. I've never had someone apologize like this.

I certainly would have complaints about the lack of regularity, if it were me.

LACK OF REGULARITY? THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SORRY ABOUT? NOT THAT YOUR BLOG IS A BORING GRIND LIKE THE WORST MMORPG EVER?
NO. FACE THE WALL. YOU'RE IN TIME OUT.
Jesus Christ I can't believe this shit.

My linguistics and "Language in Japanese Society" finals are OVER. Thank the lord.

Praise be.
What am I supposed to say to this shit? What is there to even say that hasn't already been said dozens up dozens of times by myself and others?
The sad fact is, she doles out all this work with a cheery smile, completely oblivious to the fact that we simply can't work that much.
Can't, or won't? Would that you finished your work with the same skill with which you produce excuses I doubt you'd be bitching.

As much as all of us want to study and get better at Japanese...it's entirely un-productive if we're more worried about simply finishing all the work, than doing well.

What's that? Is that the sound of flimsy excuse #2? "Excuses are the refuge of the weak." You would do well to remember this.
So I think that's it. Oh don't worry, this goes on in excess of 4 years of entries, but quite frankly I'm bored, so--