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Ket's Inanity  (Stolen from nanakibhDo you have an old LJ account that you never use? Well, here is a way to let someone else have a chance at it! Recycle the account here amesiac157 and I hung out yesterday. She'd asked me a few days ago if I wanted to see "The Dark Knight", and I said yes. I'm a little leery about seeing movies in theatres--I don't like the idea of paying nine bucks for something that might totally suck. In fact, the last movie I'd seen in theatres before this was "Revenge of the Sith" on opening night, and that was...what, three years ago?In any case, it was so worth it. "The Dark Knight" is one of my new favorite movies. It was fucking amazing. She and I both had to pee, but neither of could stand to move and miss a second of the movie. Joker could have been a little more over the top, but he was just brutal. I hope they do indeed continue the series. After the movie was over, amnesiac157 said that she had to go just next door to check on her friends' pets while they were out of town, and asked if I wanted to walk. I said sure, since I could certainly use the exercise. As we walked to there, it was sprinkling a little bit, but it wasn't bad.However, once we got finished and stepped outside, it was getting heavier. "How long until it really starts raining?" she asked. I looked at the sky, and shook my head. "We won't make it back before it starts." We didn't. Halfway back to the car, it started to rain harder. Then it became a downpour so heavy it was hard to see. After a little bit, it started to hurt. Without exaggeration, it was so difficult to walk in that once we got to the movie theatre's parking lot, I grabbed her arm because I was afraid I was going to lose her. By the time we got back to the car, which was maybe a five minute walk away, we were completely soaked through. We also found out why the rain hurt--there was hale hitting the windshield. Not big hail--a little smaller than a quarter, but it was certainly big enough to sting your skin. We made back to my house, and threw our clothes in the dryer. I just changed into clean clothes, and amnesiac157 wore some of mine until hers dried.Once she was all set, we decided to get some dinner, and we rented two movies. The first one we watched was "See No Evil", which is the movie Kane starred in. I was going to wait and watch it with das_mervin someday, but the video store happened to have it in that day, so I figured it was fate.It's really for the best, Merv. I saved you from having to see a really awful movie. Nothing against Kane, but it was just an awful movie. The acting was terrible, and the computer graphics were blindingly obvious. I think the most fun either of us had was amnesiac157 making fun of me.We also watched "The Godfather", because she'd never seen it before. She thought it was pretty cool. We have to see the next part soon. In completely different news, I got a really nice journal from Dad the other day. It's so nice that I don't want to rip pages out of it. So, I need it to have a dedicated purpose. Unfortunately, the book wants me to write porn in it. I don't know...I don't know if I should write porn in a book my dad gave me. We'll see. Current music: "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing", Jack Johnson. I don't really know how to explain how I'm feeling today. On one hand, I'm feeling starved for affection. I need someone to be here with me, to hold me and just be here for me, to help quiet the insane loneliness I am feeling. On the other hand, I'm feeling very prickly. I don't want to need anyone. I don't want to depend on anyone, or feel like I should count on anyone. I should be calculating, independent, and unemotional. I feel like I should only be expecting myself to be there for me. The latter thoughts aren't charitable to you, my friends. You've been here for me so much, shown me so much support when I didn't know how to ask for it. I...don't really know how to ask for help. Not like that, anyway. I know how to say "I don't understand this, please explain it to me", but for me to say "I really need you right now" is a huge ordeal to me. I don't want anyone to have to deal with my problems. I don't want to be the friend that monopolizes all conversations with my issues. It's different here in my journal, because it is my journal. While I'm talking to all of you, I'm talking to no one in particular. I don't feel like I'm forcing my issues on anyone. I know very well that some of you would be more than happy to talk to me if I need to, but I just...it's hard for me to talk about my feelings like that. I hate to cry, and I know if I let myself go deep into my feelings, my frustrations and fears, I will cry. I know crying is emotionally healthy, but I feel that I've cried too much as it is. I don't know what to do. I try so hard to present a good front, and be cheerful and put together and strong. To be honest, though, sometimes I feel like a scared little girl. I sometimes feel like I'm teetering on the edge of an emotional precipice--like if I don't keep up my face, I'm just going to fall in and shatter all over. I'm sorry if this made little or no sense. I didn't intend for all of this to come out like this. I was going to write a standard entry about work, but...well, this is what happened. I don't feel quite as good as I would if I had bit the bullet and told someone how I'm feeling right now, but this will do for now. Current mood:  indescribable.Current music: "Gravity of Love", Enigma. Stolen from u16_girl:One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind that you're not so bad in other people's eyes after all. Stolen from metalhead684:Ask me a question about each of the following: 1. Friends 2. Sex 3. Music 4. Drugs 5. Love 6. Live Journal No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked. (6 Thoughts | You Say...) From metalhead684:1. Big Show My second favorite WWE wrestler. Do I really have to say this, considering I spent $20 on a bear that vaguely resembles him? Well, in any case, I first really got into him about four years ago. Then I story of...lost some time (long story), during which Big Show took time off to get into better shape. Now he is back. Leaner, meaner, and with a shaved head! 2. Kane: My number one favorite WWE wrestler. I mark out hard for Kane. I sat at work grinning like a moron when he made his heel turn last week. Not to mention the accompanying "eee" sounds. This has caused a few of you *coughMattcoughMOMcough* to accuse me of planning to accost him. 3. Beauty: I like pretty things. Art, words, men, women, symbolism. Just...beautiful things. 4. Manga: Manga is, more or less, Japanese graphic novels. I love them for the art, and the fucked-up storylines. 5.Slash: "Slash fiction is a genre of fan fiction, largely written by women, that focuses on the depiction of romantic (and often sexual) relationships between two or more male characters, who may not be engaged in relationships in the canon universe. The term is also sometimes applied to fiction focusing on relationships between female characters; however, some fans distinguish femslash as a separate genre." 6. Rats: I already answered this for someone, so I am gonna c&p: Rats are smart, clean, and friendly. They make wonderful pets, and I hope to have some someday 7. Anime: Basic version of this is "Japanese cartoons". I love them for the same reason I love manga. (3 Thoughts | You Say...) You can still ask me to pick your interests, if you like. ( These were from misskalloway ) ( From das_mervin ) ( And last, but certainly not least, from johnny_nitro ) That's it for now! Keep 'em coming! (5 Thoughts | You Say...) Stolen from misskallowayComment on this post and I will choose seven interests from your profile. You will then explain what they mean/why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along. 1) Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2)Put it on shuffle 3)Press play 4)For every question, type the song that's playing 5)When you go to a new question, press the next button 6) Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool... ( Yes, I know I've done this before ) (1 Thought | You Say...) I made out a long and productive schedule for today, but it's completely fucked. I intended to wake up at 11, take my shower, get some stuff done, then spray my room for ants (my room is in the basement, so it has problems with ants), and run and get my cheque. I slept like hell last night, and ended up sleeping in. I skipped the shower for the time being (I'll take one before I go to bed), and ran to get my cheque. I got it with no trouble, but as I pulled into the bank parking lot to cash it, Mom called and asked me to pick up milk and potatoes for her on my way home. That was fine. It was when I got to my car insurance office that the first major wrench was throw in my plans. I had to wait there for a half hour, waiting for my agent to be free to wait on me. I flew to the store and picked up Mom's stuff, plus my lunches for work Friday and Saturday. Finally home, I move my mice out of my room so I could spray it. We're out of RAID. Goddammit. I had to go get gas anyway. So, I make another run out, get the shit I need, and spray my room. But I was screwed, because all the other stuff I needed to do was in my room. Arg! I sat upstairs with my brother, waiting for the fumes to clear, and it to be safe to go in my room again. I had bought a bag of salt water taffy while I was out, and I shared it with him. He almost inhaled the entire bag by himself, the bastard. The mail had already come, so I figured that my package wasn't coming today. When the doorbell rang, though, I was off the couch in an instant. It was the mailman! ( Weeeeelll, this is the big show! ) I hope you guys appreciate the picture, because it was a pain in the ass to take. He is huge--almost as long as my torso--so the only way I could get a good shot was to make him stand upright between my knees. His singlet comes off. Despite what misskalloway thought, that was not the first thing I tried to do. When I picked him up, I noticed the singlet felt loose. Also, his armbands come off. So, I was curious to see if the singlet was sewn in place. It wasn't. Unfortunately, my brother saw me taking it off."What are you doing?!" "I wanted to see if it came off. It felt lo-" I started to explain. "It just felt right!" he interrupted. "Shut up!" I showed him to Mom (who thinks he is cute), and promptly went down to my room. He is resting on my bed, because he is way too big to sit on my desk or on my lap, where he will probably take permanent residence. Current mood:  cheerful.Current music: "Getting Away With Murder", Papa Roach. |
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