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Wednesday, October 6th, 2004

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Time:11:45 pm.
Omfg. I haven't been on this in forever. Not that anyone cares. XD Omgwtfstfu. :O

Sunday, June 6th, 2004

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Time:2:35 pm.
Smile, bitch.

Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Time:8:56 pm.
Hum. Where to start, where to start... Oh, I got it. How about, KAY IS A SHITLICKING PRICK.

Ah. That felt nice.

It was kind of funny, actually, if it weren't so... irritating. Really, the shit she does now just pisses me off, it doesn't depress or upset me anymore. Which is a change for the better, I suppose. But she's still a hag.

Okay, so it's around 9:00... I'm sitting at my handy-dandy computer, doing the shit that I usually do on weekend nights, when she barges in and orders me to take speed-reading classes--which are TWO fucking hours a day, for a month and half. During SUMMER VACATION. And yeah, It's going great, you know, I'm sitting there laughing at Mary-Sue fanfiction and listening to 'I Feel Pretty' on full-blast while nodding and pretending to listen.

And then when she finishes, I, being the smart one, tell her, "No."

That's when she decides to switch onto turbo-fagbag mode and proceed to shriek at me about how life's choices come and go, that I'm going to regret not taking these classes. Speed-reading. Come on, now. And then somehow, she goes from speed-reading classes to how I'm a lazy ass, which leads into how useless I'm going to be in the near future, and THEN how she is no longer my mother, I am no longer her daughter, and that I am to move out of her house by the end of the school year.

Good riddance, says I.

Well, in any case... she slams out of my room (not without kicking around some furniture and throwing some of my stuff around, just to emphasise her righteous indignation), and then barges in again to shriek some more unintelligible... shit.

Then I finish my homework, go to bed, wake up at five in morning to hear her squalling at me again, go to jazz band, find out that there's NO FUCKING JAZZ BAND, fall asleep in the car and stumble into class. The end.

Oh, yeah. And then I'm sitting here, complaining on LiveJournal.

... Actually, I just came back from Blockbuster's--had to return 'Spiderman', which was a kickass movie by the way. Tobey Maguire... <3 <3 <3. Of course, he's NOWHERE near Johnny Depp, but then again, comparing ANYONE to Mr. Depp is just plain unreasonable. Harrr.

Oh, and then I rented another movie for school, 'Ride With the Devil'. It has Tobey Maguire in it. omfg y4y. I get history credit for sitting there drooling at Mr. Maguire. Can't get any better than that.

Monday, April 19th, 2004

(Intoxicate)

Time:8:11 pm.
Christ. I haven't written in a very, very long time... I've kind of taken up writing in an actual notebook, just because it's much more personal and it's portable. Gasp.

But... well, I've decided on several things:

-The majority of Christians piss me off. "OMFG, GAYS ARE BAD BECAUSE THE BIBLE SAYS SO." Whatever happened to 'love thy neighbor as you would yourself', bitch?

-I hate Asian people (specifically Koreans). I'm racist, I'm unreasonable, I'm discriminating, I'm going to hell---BITE ME. I've had enough of AZN PRYDE. You're azn---awesome. Now go fuck yourself. The only Korean I love is me. ME.

-I want to astral project. I really, really want to, actually. I also want to remember my past life (which I'm already picking up on, sort of).

-Wicca seems rather interesting, and I think I'm getting pulled in. I've also performed a few retarded spells, and I dunno, it just feels nice! And no, Wicca is not Satanism, you imperialistic fucks.

-Tobey Maguire is a sexy biatch. :0

-I like cemeteries. As fucked as it sounds, I do. I mean, I wouldn't enter one at NIGHT, but during daylight hours, it's unbelievably peaceful and calming. The one I saw was just incredible, for lack of a better word. It was something you see in posters or books, with thick maples and willows, wisteria, lush grass, flowers, roses, well-kempt headstones. It was beautiful, it made me want to cry.

-I miss Amara. Very badly. I want to see her, and I think about her a lot---it's almost alarming. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without her. I think I love her more than she loves me, but I'm okay with that.

-I want to see some people from my old schools. Especially Josh, strangely. I had a crush on him 5th grade, and I'm kind of curious about how he is now. Well, I know that he got arrested a couple times for shoplifting and vandalism, but I digress.

Monday, March 8th, 2004

(Intoxicate)

Time:10:01 pm.
I am terribly confused. My family is totally fucked up... and for once, it's not all about me. Well, let's see:

1. My dad has fled to Korea. Dunno why, dunno how long.
2. My mother is suing two different companies. She is losing her job in one month.
3. My mother's boyfriend (MC) is moving out in a month or two. THE boyfriend, who has been part of the family for over seven years.
4. My uncle is fleeing to Korea. Dunno why, but it has something to do with financial problems, and he, just totally brimming with masculine pride, has decided to make a run for it.
5. They (mother and MC) and making plans to set up a marriage between MC and my aunt. Arranged marriage, in other words, to qualify them as citizens.

The end.

Sunday, January 11th, 2004

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Subject:LKJDOFIUEGIEJ.
Time:12:33 pm.
Well, fuck. Last night was supposed to be Irene's birthday sleepover party-thing, and I was SUPPOSED to go, but then my mom pulls some excuse out of her ass five minutes before it starts. Bah. But I still got her a present, so it's all good. Well, not really. Fuck.

AND NEXT TO THAT--Tina called and I really, -REALLY- wanted to fucking TALK TO HER, and then my mom goes, "YOU TALK ON THE PHONE TOO MUCH, I'M TAKING IT AWAY." So she trots her merry way into her (bigass) closet with my cell phone, and locks it up. Yeah.

So now I'm here scratching my ass and on LJ, because I have absolutely nothing fucking else to do. God damn it. I wish my mother would just GO AWAY. I don't really wish her dead or anything, but she's just annoying as fuck. GRAAAWR.

I'M SORRYYY IREEENEEE. I COULDN'T EVEN CALL BECAUSE MY MOM'S A WHORE. SKLDJFOIWJGE. DDD:<

Oh, and I got FFX-2. XD~ It's so... Charlie's Angelified. And Sailor Moon. Har. But it's fun regardless, so who gives. XD. I'm itching to get that ending where the mass weapon shit fires, and all of Spira blows up. Hell yeah.

AND WHY--WHY--WHY did they have to fucking change singers? That JADE girl is TERRIBLE. Maybe Koda Kumi's voice isn't the best thing since sliced bread, but honestly... SLKJFOWIEJGW. And I downloaded that American-English version of '1000 Words'. I killed myself. :D!

Thursday, January 1st, 2004

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Subject:Drink Up, Me Hearties.
Time:1:25 pm.
Ugh. These past few days have been unbearably hectic and confusing. Just strange. Not bad-strange or good-strange. Just strange.

First, there's this interesting ordeal where my long-lost (kind of) brothers just HAPPEN to drop by. After they'd been legally disowned several years back, for attacking my step-father and blowing off a flight to South Carolina (or was it Georgia)? I hadn't seen them in forever, so it was kind of hard to see them again. Which I didn't. I locked myself in the bathroom and waited for them to leave, because I didn't trust myself to act normally around them. They think I'm a pschiatric fuck-head now.

And then there's the fact that Amara's parents have been EXTRA bitchy lately, interrupting what RARE phone-calls we have. I guess that's not strange, but it's particuarly frustrating when you haven't spoken on the phone for YEARS, and you hear them squawking and bitching in the background. I mean, GOD. GO AWAY, FAGS.

Oh, and it snowed. Which is quite unusual for Seattle, where rain is apparently favoured over all else.

New Year's sucked. Everyone went to bed at 10 PM, while I pretended to, and got up to get online again. XD. I talked to Ji Eun for a while, and bellowed (well, typed very loudly) HAPPY NEW YEAR, to everyone who listened. Kind of. I had a jacket over the bottom of the door, so no one could see the computer light. Thrilling.

My Lovely List of Resolutions:

1) Actually EXCERCISE, because I'm all scrawny and flabby.
2) Walk Toby, clean his shit daily.
3) Sailing. :3~
4) I want a gerbil. :C
5) Visit Europe--Italy or England. Possibly India, which is in Asia, but who gives a shit.
6) Hang-gliding. W00tage.
7) Stop procrastinating.
8) Be at home less. Alot less.
9) Actually be active in what I enjoy--like submit an article or short story or something. Yeah.
10) Make my mother miserable.
11) Get drunk.
12) Try a cigarette.
13) Invent my own coffee recipe.
14) Rape Captain Jack Sparrow.
15) Well, at least dream about it.
16) I want his hat.
17) And his ass.
18) At least his autograph.
19) To be fluent at another language. Japanese, most likely, and British slang. XD. Does that count?
20) TO LEARN HOW TO FSCKING CG SHIT.

Friday, December 26th, 2003

(3 Intoxicates | Intoxicate)

Subject:Yarrr...
Time:1:00 am.
Well, I'm here. Permanently. I've decided to leave Xanga, because it's just... tiring. Updating there has become more of a chore or errand, and that's not what my original intention was. And it's swarming with shallow dumbfucks, where "eprops" and comments are based on how fancy your HTML crap is, not the content.

So, I'm starting fresh. Which sounds gay, since I'm talking about a webjournal type thing here, but I don't care.

By the way... Merry Christmas. Mine personally sucked donkey shit, but I guess it's okay. I'm quite lucky, compared to what some kids have. You've seen 'em, right? Those sad, puppy-faced children on television, who's Christmases basically suck ass and "you can help make it a magical holiday"! Shit.

The only present that I really liked was from my sister--a handcrafted, leather-bound, cloth-covered book with blank pages. It seemed pretty expensive, but I don't know for sure. But I do like it. And... well, that's pretty much all I got.

I didn't write up a list of shit I wanted, or even bother to hope or wish. It's pretty much pointless, and I'm alright with that. Sure, I shed tears, mourned, and generally wallowed in self-pity for a few minutes (or more) today... But I've decided that I'm fucking sick of it. Granted, it's disappointing to hear others brag about what they have (omg i haev a bmx biek adn a laptop and a cellfone and a tv and dvd plaeyr and ps2 and xbox!!!1one1), but I've decided to stop thinking about it, to stop complaining about it, to stop dwelling on it. Terrible as it may seem, it's comforting to know that plenty of other kids have it fifty times worse than I do. And I laugh. Because it makes me feel better.

Yes. I am a bitch.

Saturday, November 22nd, 2003

(1 Intoxicate | Intoxicate)

Time:3:03 pm.
I’m staring at this generic little birthday card, and God... I just don’t know what to think. It is so completely store-bought. I mean, hell, it’s sky-blue with yellow stars and a large, pretty rainbow arching across the front cover. Standard card-paper, with a loopy, curly, happy font that says, ‘Something really special happened on your Birthday…’ And then you open it up, and it says, ‘…you!’ Oh, yeah, real touching. That really struck a chord in my heart. I’m going to keep this special card forever.

So I cried, like I usually do on birthdays and Christmases. I called Amara. I felt a bit more cheered up, so I hung up... and here I am again, complaining about my shitty birthdays online. My mom is gone all day, she's going to be back around midnight. And yeah, I'd normally be ecstatic about that, but for once, I'd like to feel like I wasn't born in vain. That my birthday actually matters. But who am I kidding?

Sunday, November 9th, 2003

(Intoxicate)

Subject:ARGH.
Time:12:13 pm.
Groan. Scream. Shriek. I haven't been on this sucker for while... XD Xanga has taken over. Yes. I am a traitor. Bah!

My mother has forced pounds and pounds of homework upon me, and it blows major ass... Goddamnit, I'm not even FAILING Algebra (I got an A, I did!) and my mother signs me up for two hours of tutoring every Sunday! And I have to "preview and review" for an hour with her, every night. Hell, I'm taking highschool math classes in EIGHTH grade, and I'm doing WELL. Yet she still wants me tutored? Yeah, uh-huh. Okay. I would like to know what goes through that thick head of hers.

Anyway. On to a better subject.

... ... ...

Dot dot dot...?

Monday, October 27th, 2003

(Intoxicate)

Subject:Thy Bitch Is Here
Time:5:54 pm.
Mood: quixotic.
Homework is a bitch!

Bitch is homework!

Homework = bitch!

Homework + June = bitch!

June + Homework(923847932)^3 = bitch!

Homework is a bitch.

:D.

Anyh00z0rz... I went to Uwajimaya yesterday. The ph00d was wonderful. XD Pho0o0oddd... I bought three InuYasha tankouban at Kinokuniya Bookstore. I swear, I must have experienced about fifteen mental orgasms. 8O; Bishies galore.

Yes. I am pathetic.

Homework is chewing on my leg right now. I shall be back. Never ph34r.

Sunday, October 26th, 2003

(Intoxicate)

Subject:Yawn...
Time:1:18 am.
Mood: blah.
Ugh. I really should be getting to bed right now--it's about 1:18 AM. Wootage. I'm going down to Seattle tomorrow, with Amara...

Anyhow, I feel much more comfortable with exposing my -inner thoughts- on LiveJournal, since I'm not NEARLY as popular here as I am on Xanga. *sneer* *dodges the tomatoes*

Anyhow. I'm tired. Good-night, June.

Friday, October 24th, 2003

(Intoxicate)

Subject:Snark...
Time:3:55 pm.
Mood: pleased.
Well, whaddaya know. Back at LiveJournal. I'm still using Xanga--don't worry... But I did kind of miss LiveJournal. It was my first weblog, after all. You know how it is.

Anyhow, this is more of a test post than anything, since I know that no one's going to comment on this sucker anyway. With the exception of perhaps Amara, and even then, I rather doubt it...

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