I Get It.

Obama won. Yay for Obama. Can we please, please, get past it?
That was a rhetorical question, of course, because of course we can't.
Thankfully there are people like Lilyaquarius, though. Too busy swimming in lake me to even pause for a moment of introspection.
Her first post confirms my worst fears: she can't log in to Myspace. My God.
Also she seems to have a bizarre ban on cussing, but like any reasoned adult she doesn't simply avoid cussing because she finds it unsavory, instead she uses the words but censors them. Yes, the word "damn" is a lot less offensive when you reverse the 'n' and the 'm'.
Then she has a long (like two times longer than one of my posts long) post about how Marvel comics (I know) is going downhill and is shit. Since I'll be goddamned if I'm going to refute her ignorant opinions one by one I'm going to give my blanket response to it:
comic books are for children and therefore contain infantile stories. That is why the stories are shit, because they are for children.
I never understood this logic before. WHY DOES THIS CARTOON I'M WATCHING AVOID THE DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL ISSUES? Because it's a fucking cartoon. Jesus.

But one thing went through my mind - "anime fest. Anime fest. ANIME FEST!"

Ha, ha cool kids in Texas watch the fuck out.

It was two thirty when I finnaly got out of line.

Second time you've done this, captain phonics.

Now as anyone who knows me knows that my favorite VO is Scott McNeil.

I couldn't even name one voice actor.
I'm not saying that like "oh look how cool I am" because I know every single character in the Shin Megami Tensei series (first and last name) so this is like ultra-nerd right here.

Next weekend my big sis and I along with (maybe) some of our friends are going up to Dallas to see Scott McNeil!!! IN person!!! :falls over and dies of squealing:

I have to feel bad for these anime voice actors. They probably got into this thinking it'd be steady work. Little did they know they'd have to deal with the most annoying fanbase ever.
All right I looked this guy up and I've actually seen practically everything he's ever done (I'm a big Gundam fan fuck it) and I didn't even know.

Who here likes DB/DBZ? Raise your hand if you do.

In a nostalgic sense sure because I was 12 when I was into it but I can't honestly say I've given it serious attention in this decade.
Also before this turns into a serious thesis on the DBZ mythos I'd like to point out the entire plot is basically an excuse to have a 15 episode fight scene so please don't overanalyze this.

Well, lets talk about my favorite character from that franchise, none other then the green alien himself: Piccolo.

Imagine that. You talking about yourself.

Now as any fan would know Piccolo is a namek, who is from a race a green aliens, who can create the Dragonballs, and who are all asexual.

Yes as any fan would know. Pfft.

Wait! What was that last part again? Oh yeah... asexual. Meaning he doesn't have it or anything else. Now I'll admit I didn't know that Piccolo was without that at the start.

Who gives a shit?

All right. I'm out of time but I will continue this little rant-a-thon as it were much later.

lilyaquarius tackling the tough issues of our time. God bless you, lilyaquarius.
That's it. That's her last post. Well, besides the introduction post which continues the trend of being boring as fuck.
Ha, ha, ha I clicked on "friends" and she has none. Livejournal just destroyed you.

Dark Times

Off the coat tails of Halloween comes Election Day.
I can do this, I can do this-- okay.
Right away I'm already making an angry face at this blog. What is that in the upper right corner I spy?

Despite it's difficulty, I'm glad I've got the thumbs up to perform it.

"It's" doesn't impl-- fuck it.

When the lesson was over, I took the bus back to the dorms and played for another hour (bringing the grand total to about four hours for those who are counting) before heading to the union for lunch, which I'm eating now. Yay food.

I bet the people that live around you fucking despise you for this. Fuck you shut that claptrap up.

I've got to go to Japanese in twenty minutes, and then I've got to study for the midterm, which I suppose won't be too hard, as it's just memorization.

No, stop! Learning a language involves memorization? Jesus Christ a regular phenom at this, you.

I should really practice my kanji, but who knows how the fuck I'll feel after all this is said and done...

I like how she(?) structures this like "ehh maybe I should practice that I don't know" it's only one of the most difficult parts of Japanese. No big deal shouldn't have to keep up with that.

I think the trick to staying on top of things is going to be forgetting any ideas I might have had about keeping a social life... which is fine, really.

Fuck you what are you doing right now? Cut this shit out and get back to practice and maybe you wouldn't be so goddamn busy. I bet most of your day is filled with frivolous nonsense. I bet if you broke down how many hours you actually spent on kanji it'd be less than, say, ten.

I'm not here too make friends, or play Final Fantasy XI, I'm here to play the shit out of my guitar, and I'm determined not to keep looking like a total fuck-up in front of the whole guitar department.

You could stop playing Final Fantasy XI all together. It's just a second job you have to pay for. That'd be many hours a day freed up.
Also nice use of "too" there. You may not be an embarrassment to the guitar department but you're the laughing stock of the English department.

This may not look like a HUGE classload,

Because it's not. End of thought.

but do keep in mind that I'm trying to practice guitar for 2-3 hours a day and learn piano and another language XD Okay, I'm done.

Oh it does keep going. Nice "XD" there, weeaboo.
Further, you don't have to justify your class choices to me. Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself you're that busy, because if you aren't you really don't have an excuse for being such a huge twat.
Here's what I'd say in my situation: "yeah what little work I do have is mitigated by my immense genius. It's pretty fucking great to be me, actually."
Her next entry is entitled:

some weabooisms are absolutely unforgivable.

Which is really funny because I was thinking of titling this entry that.

Piano fundimentals was fun.

Fundamentals.

Japanese was... well, a bit tough XD You know when your teacher makes you do that super awkward "Getting to know you" bullshit that nobody likes, and it really couldn't get any worse? Now try doing it in a language you don't know XD Frustration ensues. I do have an EXTREMELY amusing anicdote, however.

Anicdotes, huh? Is that any relation to anecdotes? This is what gets me at every language class I've ever taken (which has been a few). How can people who don't even speak English properly possibly learn another lanuage? In this case it's one that doesn't even use the Roman alphabet.
Well maybe that would be to her benefit, but my point stands.
Here's the thing, though. If this was Japanese she'd have exacted this shit. I wouldn't be pointing out "it's actually fundamental and anecdote" because she'd have nailed it.
Goddamn weeaboos.

College is so hard. Somebody, anyone, please come to Milwaukee and put a bullet or two inside of me right the fuck now. I'll pay.

Yeah being a music major must be real fucking difficult. I drive past your ilk on a daily basis to my bombed out English building that doesn't even have proper lighting. Right past the domed edifice of Collegic Gothic construction that is the music department, past all the bescarved bards, and I think "wow those are people who lead difficult lives." Fuck you, music majors. You're privileged, spoiled fuckwits.
I wouldn't bear a grudge if you people didn't get two new buildings last year. My department can't even claim lightbulbs and you get a concert hall and a practice hall? No, fuck you.

How am I supposed to know which of these circles is the lower note!? I'm not ms. fucking Cleo over here.

Okay I know this one. I've done this before, let me try and remember. What do I do when I don't know something for a class?
I seem to recall there was a series of pages arranged in a linear fashion and bound with a binding-- oh that's right. I READ THE FUCKING TEXTBOOK YOU IDIOT.

dumb post? pretty much.

No, not from you.

all of this semester's tuition is do immedietly.

I haven't been to the University of Milwaukee's webpage, but I have to assume they have 090-level English classes that could get you up to speed.

Crazy eighty page packet thing - about affirmative action. I swear, I'm going to finish reading more undecided than when I started...

Shit you actually do that shit? I just said I lost it the day it was due and no one said anything because I was a senior.

And so once again I'm torn between two polar opposites. What's a romantic such as myself to do? *sigh*

Join the Baroque movement because it's for tough internet space marines such as myself.

So I kinda feel like shit, and I figure, rather than talking directly to a real person, I'd BLOG all my troubles away.

Logic would dictate I should end the entry here to stop a headache, but I won't because I'm fucking stupid.

This morning I was feeling sick when I woke up, but I hate taking time off from school, so I decided to tough it out.

Oh yeah, you, the scholar who not... Five hours later was complaining that she actually had to do homework? Yeah you'd be remiss to actually take a day off.

The day went pretty okay, physically, except every time I eat, it feels like I get hungrier. It's weird, the food I'm eating never seems like the food I need, and ends up looking really disgusting to me, and I feel like I need more and more of something else... (I also spent like a half hour in the bathroom, but I'll spare the details...)

Well I'd say you're pregnant but that can't possibly be unless this is the second coming of Jesus Christ. (Virgin birth joke I think I was going for here sorry I'm annotating this after I finished writing the entry)

My acoustic guitar has broken strings, so I brought along my electric today.

Play Money For Nothing. If you can make it through the entire opening solo with no fuck ups you'd officially be off my shit list.

Let alone how to go about decoding the crazy theory jumble, write it down, and actually play it.

Shit who knew they'd actually expect you to know music in music class?
Besides people who are actually good at instruments don't bother with any of this shit, do they? They just crank out badass guitar riffs and make millions.
Of course then there's the classically trained who appreciate this kind of shit and eventually join symphonies, but I imagine they thrive on just what you're bitching about.
Face it kid, you're not cut out for either life.

I'm actually to the point where I'm sick of listening to music. What the SHIT. I flicked through my iTunes going "lame, lame, lame, lame, lame" like nine times today.

Maybe you should download quality music because I never seem to have this problem.

Margret Cho kicked ASS.

Ha, ha really? That's surprising.

She called Anne Coulter "Kuntakinte" and I was laughing too hard to be offended.

Oh ha, ha. That's cute. No, really. That's... That's a cute joke.

So I've got a shitload of homework. Am I going to do it? Fuck no. Why? Because it's the last semester of my senior year and FUCK SCHOOL ANYWAY, that's why.

Yeah now you get it. Cutting out at noon to watch soap operas and go to the mall.
Well that's it. I'm tired of writing this.

Fuck Halloween

Goddamn people shut the fuck up about Halloween. It's a minor holiday at best.
That's why I didn't update Friday. Literally every post was HEY DURR IT'S HALLOWEEN LOL SPOOOOOOOOOOOOKY LOL RANDOM.
So I think today, Sunday, the Halloween fallout has blown by.
How do I know this? Back to typical cunt posts, praise be to LiveJournal.
I knew this was a winner from the title of today's post: Simply Being. She needs people to simply let her be, people.

I slept in this morning on a freshly flipped mattress.

I know this could basically be the mantra of this blog, but who gives a shit? Why are you posting about this shit?

I am half dead as I sit here inhaling an ice coffee before I head to rehearsal. How brutal to schedule anything the day after Halloween.

It's barely a fucking holiday. IT'S TOO BRUTAL TO DO ANYTHING AFTER ST. PATRICK'S DAY. I'd go to class on Christmas because I don't give a shit. Unless your age is in the single digits holidays shouldn't make a huge difference to you.

Even following careful work time behavior (like not drinking), I am still a wreck and slept until the absolute last minute. It still wasn't enough.

Ha, ha, ha work behavior = not drinking holy shit you're an alcoholic.

That's all the time I can spare.

Oh, well thanks for blessing me with your precious free time.

Blessed Samhain to those who believe and a Happy Halloween to those who revel!

Fuck it, as I've been saying.

I have had conversation after conversation with friends wherein the topic of the horrendous energy out in the world has come up.

Err--

Many of my friends are outright avoiding being in public, particularly the creatives. But I find it fascinating that a concept that would generally be sneered upon as some hippy, crystal hugging bit of nonsense is being acknowledged by individuals from very diverse backgrounds. It only indicates to me how palpable and consuming the whole this is across the board.

What?

I dressed up in full vixen battle gear, adorned my cheek with a Swarovski crystal and took a dive into the deep end of the human pool with every intention of having a wonderful time.

What?

It was a complete disaster.

Good.

If I hadn't talked to a very wise girlfriend who discussed eloquently the kind of energy happening in the world and what it meant for human interaction I might have taken it all very hard.

Oh a very convenient excuse. HURR HURR I SUCK AT TALKING BUT THAT'S OKAY IT'S EVIL ENERGY IN THE WORLD.
Good I hope it is evil energy. People are at their best when there's some adversity in their life.

"Oh my god, this is the stupidest conversation I've ever heard and you are the one conducting it!"

Huh.

It's fascinating to watch this script develop while exploring the characters as actors.

Christ. You're not smart enough to write. If you were, you'd be writing. Shut up and let the people writing the script get this shit together.

While I'm not functioning at full speed, I have attempted to make Monday productive. It hasn't been easy. It's been a very strange day full of upsetting news and human ugliness.

What does that mean? Was someone mean to you and now you can't act properly?

I have a feeling it will only get worse as we draw closer to Election Day. I am determined to stay sane through it.

Here's how I do it:
fuck everyone involved.
That's basically it.

I was able to find some feta cheese at an insane price as well as a few other items that sate my hedonistic nature.

I don't know why but this line in particular gave me douche shivers. It really could have been any single word in this monstrosity, but this line in particular clinched it for me.

I'm utterly spent from this latest heatwave that has boiled my brain from within my skull and left me with nothing but vapors.

Kick ass I think a Space Marine Librarian just hit you with the Wrath of the Emperor. I was just thinking how awesome that'd be.

If there is anything I have excelled at in my life it is taking big risks and making huge mistakes in the process.

Sounds like the life of a winner.

Oh lovely. A leaf blower. Who's brilliant idea was it to do that at 8 am on a Saturday morning?

People that actually have to do work, I think. You're a professional actress for fuck's sake. It's not like your job is really trying on the body or mind. Yeah, that's right, I said it. It's an easy job. Get over it.

Some of the plastic surgery happening in Los Angeles is down right criminal. The things women are doing to themselves to be good enough or viewed as desirable is upsetting. I'm not against cosmetic surgery. I can think of five procedures I'd love to have done myself.

I bet all five start with "rhino". Originally I wasn't going to say anything because it seemed too easy, but you do have quite a nose.

We both know full well that in these tempestuous environments people can accomplish the impossible with better odds for success because the status quo has been shattered. There are no rules for what we are going through.

Maybe it's a constant civil war where she lives in California. That's the only reason I can imagine talking like this.

It's still hard work and it requires the discipline to not fall into a pit of despair as the darkness smothers us all while fear whispers tauntingly from every corner.

Oh don't be so dramatic.

It's bittersweet to watch the world burn while we flourish within our creative souls.

Yeah that does suck people are starving or dying or some shit but at least I get to act right guys! I'd say she's a hypocrite or a cunt or something but to be honest I'm not really sure what the fuck she's going on about.

Seeking Attractive Models or Actresses
Date: 2008-10-06, 8:26PM PDT


Any attractive actresses or models out there that want to earn a role in a movie the old fashioned way? An hour of your time on the casting couch and you can get the role and the SAG card. This is a mainstream, hollywood film financed at $5m or maybe you want to be in the $30m one. It's up to you. You pick the genre and I'll give you a part. Email pic. 100% discreet.

Take it this guy sounds legit.
I'm dead tired.
That reminds me of a line from one of the greatest movies ever made. Commando.
Well maybe not one of the greatest, but at least way, way better than this debacle.

In this our contemporary moment in history, every day is a crazy journey into the unimaginable. The hours pass like bolts of lightening containing jolts so swift whiplash is impossible to avoid.

The word you're looking for is lightning, chief. Lightening is to lighten.
Fortunately I know you're just an melodramatic bint so all that shit about living in a time of lightning that causes whiplash is not true at all.

There won't be any prayer to resurrect us from that abyss.

She keeps saying "us". Initially I thought (rather foolishly) that this did mean more than one person, but now I realize she's just a total gash. Holy shit seriously? Referring to yourself as 'we' and 'us'? Are you royalty?

How much more of this will it take before people disconnect from the Matrix, sit up, move past the shock and get it?

Did you even see The Matrix?

The mock jury was being held in the Marriott Hotel. It was a gorgeous place with classical art reworked into contemporary designs.

Yeah that'd be Neoclassical designs, idiot. What, big vocabulary fail you?

I can't discuss the details of the mock jury because of the NDA I signed.

Wow people actually listen to those? Every single time I had a nondisclosure agreement I literally broke it hours (sometimes minutes) after agreeing to it.

I have made oceans of progress with my inner life.

Your inner life?
All right fuck this. I'm getting a headache.