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Back from the journey, and I got to see Nate and Reen!
Only once, but still, it's something.
And I saw a free sneak preview of Catwoman, which was also lovely. And... Don't hurt me but... I liked I, Robot :D
In other news, Mu has decided to give us a new RP. A lot of the HI people (HI being the RP I was in before... okay not gonna explain the whole thing, but anyhow, it shut down. None of us wanted to play there without her) have moved on over to it. Plus some new kids I don't know. I'll be playing the usual gay!Alex (though that isn't usual for a lot of you... it is for me...).
Dunno if any of you would be interested, but find it over at Miscreation. Should be a good time.
And we still need a Ray over at Project Bayville. You know you love X-Men: Evolution. Grrrr baby.
And... I have nothing in RL to talk about. Work is the same old. Things are getting a bit weird there, I guess it's just... time to use the old degree or something. Things are confusing for me atm... this has been an even worse summer than last, I think. Ao I like to not think of reality, when possible, and live in a fantasy world.
Imagine that!
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Sudeep pointed out how ghey it is to lock out comments ;) Which is, I gotta admit, a good point. Thing is, I never know what to say when people are talking about crap like that, so I didn't want anyone to feel like they had to, you know? Yet, I kinda needed to get it out somewhere. It's my teenage need for release in a public forum I guess. What's the point of this otherwise?
Bad news. Quite possibly some of the worst news I've ever heard, short of mass destruction and war. Won't be finishing that conversation.
I expected it, yeah. But I didn't want this. And it's all very surreal, I assure you.
Email is XBeaubier@hotmail.com. Cause my penname is Beaubier. Cause of Northstar, yeah. See, you had NO IDEA just how ghey I was, did you? (Oh hell, of course you did. Y'all know me too well.) If anyone wants my cell # so they can send me text messages (I'm not usually somewhere where the thing actually WORKS well enough to talk, and the voice mail is shot, so it's mostly portable IM to me...) I'll hand it out no worries.
Anyhow, I will be around more. This hiding shit is just stupid.
I'll be back with better stories soon, I really will. It's a normal period of disbelief and throwing things is all. <3 to everyone.
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I've decided that I don't really care if y'all find out what I do with my time. Face it, this team rocks:
Jean-Paul Beaubier-- NORTHSTAR-- agitation of molecules in his body to create super-speed, flight, or blinding flashes of light. Sometimes all at once, if he's feeling saucy. The bastard.
Bobby Drake-- ICEMAN-- sub-thermal control of water molecules in the air, as well as in both organic and inorganic materials. Who knew he was such a badass? Definitely not him. The joker.
Paige Guthrie-- HUSK-- ability to change the lower layers of her skin in density, and shed her epidermis to reveal a new form. Great party trick. The conscience.
Jubilation Lee-- JUBILEE-- emits firework like charges from her hands at will that can stun or burn her opponent, and which make a nice light show. The heart.
Kurt Wagner-- NIGHTCRAWLER-- Ability to teleport through another dimension, increased agility, and really cool fur, ears, teeth, and prehensile tail. The fearless leader/swashbuckling ladies man.
Kitty Pryde-- SHADOWCAT-- Can phase herself and anything she touches through solid matter and cause electronic interference. Intangible ninja computer tech- talk about a resume item. The techie.
Jonothan Starsmore-- CHAMBER-- Living psionic, biokinetic furnace. Able to send out controlled bursts of bionuclear energy, and maintain a cockney accent while communicating telepathically. The angst.
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So today has been interesting. It's a day off after a mad mad weekend at the restaurant. I survived and all, even survived that half bottle of Bombay. But omfg.
So I take Nick over to school and help him move his shit back, after Spring Break time at home. And he says, "You're not going anywhere, you're taking me to the union." So we go down, get in the car, and Nick says, "It smells like onions in here." I'm sniffing the car, but I know damn well he's just talking out his arse-- it doesn't smell like a damn thing in there. So I'm going, "No... it does not." He says, "I wish it did..."
For no reason. At all. Seriously. I tried to figure out why he said it. And he's just like "I have no idea. I just don't know..."
He's such a cheery morning person. I hate morning people.
Amanda tried to talk shit on me all week long, though, and Nick gave her the smackdown. She even MADE SHIT UP. I mean, people DO that kind of thing after middle school? Or primary for that matter? I'm totally flabbergasted. But Nick told her blood is thicker than water, so back the fuck off my sister, cause if you were anyone else I'd hit you. Go Nick! Amanda proceeds to talk about me any time it's not just me and her, in which case, she will be my best friend.
It's like high school. Only I don't give a fuck. Oh wait, I never did. Jamie and I are now devoted to making her life hell, since she likes to talk about him too, apparently. It's so easy to be mean these days, surrounded by so many assholes.
Didn't quite get the usual cartoon marathon this weekend, thanks to Sam having test in Fireman 101 or whatever it was the next morning. Some complicated shit about 3000 gpm and 600 feet of hose and freezing temperatures that I had to basically have him translate. Either way, saw him at the school, and he says he got a 100%. Which might make us all feel a little less guilty for getting him fucked up the night before a test.
Have I mentioned yet how little I miss being in school? Watching Nick practice his music, Marcail do her homework, all this stuff... wow. Really makes me glad I'm fucking over it.
Course, I just turned out a paper for Corey today, despite the heinous fucking weekend. And I quote:
"Together, we make the perfect student. You rock the papers, and I rock the tests... it's like Wendy's chicken nuggets and ketchup. Seperately, neither is that great. But together, omfg awesome."
The boy has a point.
Admittedly, it's odd to have grown a social life. But I need it, or I sit around and ponder how fucking miserable I am because I'm home and not going anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I like it here, but I'm making zero progress on debt management. Thanks to Drake. And still having an apartment to pay for in Cols. Which will be over and done some time soon, I can only hope. Either way, Jesus.
I'm going to start reading Avengers. And Northstar is apparently not going to Alpha Flight. He'd better be somewhere or Marvel is getting a nasty letter. Not that they care, they get them in droves. But christ, already, USE HIM.
And... that is all. -Katey-
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| The Draft Pt. 2 |
[26 Feb 2004|11:02pm] |
Well, my call for X-Teams was answered by a few of you, but they all ended up being super hero in general teams.
Now, if this was what I was going for, my team would be QUITE different. So let me present the modified, general superhero team, since the X-Team thing didn't seem so hot to y'all!
Nightcrawler (Still the best team leader I could hope for, clever, acrobatic, and he can BAMF. What more do you want?)
Northstar/Aurora (Sibling angst and cool powers, hi! These two have so much potential it's not even funny. I could write volumes... I might write volumes, in fact...)
Human Torch (Funny, cocky, and he's on fire, yo. Aside from the fact that I feel like I need a member of the FF, I've always loved Johnny. All-American boy, that one.)
The Scarlet Witch (If you don't think Wanda is a badass, you're... dumb. She's an Avenger, which is pretty badass in itself (of course, who hasn't been an Avenger...), she was married to The Vision, which was pretty out there, and her powers.. guh.)
Spider-Man (Scientific mind, always a necessity, best witty banter ever, and super hella strong. Need a strong dude. And come on... coolest super hero ever. Just cause he's a huge geek.)
Sage (Ok, weird choice here, I realize. But we need tech, we need a telepath. Who better than a cyberpath. Anyhow, she's hot. That ex-Hellfire thing is pretty badass, and I like her story, as it's being told.)
And for my reserves, I'm taking Green Lantern (preferably Hal, before he went nutso, but what to do?), Catgirl Carrie from Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns, Iceman, and Archangel. Cause they'd all be pretty damn useful.
Now that was fun too!
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So when Sue and I did our joint team, it came out Northstar, Iceman, Husk, Jubilee, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, and Chamber.
And they work. But if it were all me... and let's just pretend that certain mutants *cough*Bets*cough* aren't dead, and others haven't lost their powers...
Gambit (hot guy, useful, huge powers)
Psylocke (hot chick, token telepath, ninja with psi-blades, come on!)
Northstar (fast, so bloody fast, and so good at causing trouble)
Nightcrawler (team leader, good for a laugh, swashbuckler)
Husk (brainy, amazing potential powers-wise, young and eager)
Cannonball (good field leader, badass, yet everyone's big brother)
and... ok I wanted Archangel. But I only have two girls, and that seems pretty slim. And anyhow, how comfortable could he really be on a team with Bets and Paige...? So, for utility's sake, I guess I honestly have to pick
Rogue (whatever you want her to be...)
She's so fucking useful is the problem. /sigh. Maybe Rogue, assuming that she never left Gambit to die in Antarctica. Oh, excuse me, she saved his life, then left him. I'm not bitter. But I'd love to have Sam and Paige work together, and you just know a team like that one would explode if shaken. Wouldn't it be fun?
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Well same old same old here.
Interesting conversations, lately. Lots of gay bashing going around thanks to the recent talk, and it's giving me nic fits in the worst kind of way. All I'm going to say is, keep your fucking moral judgement out of it. That is a job for the churches. And the United States of America does not have a goddamn state religion for a reason.
That said, let me complain about fanfic some. Because I know that all of you are terribly interested. Well, some might be. Mostly Evolution fanfic. Why the fuck must we have these ridiculous names for pairings?!
Examples:
Romy: WHY WHY WHY? Aside from the offensive nature of the pair in 616 atm (I have canon!Rogue issues, please ignore me), I do like them together in Evo. Cajun Spice rocked, as an episode, and they make me happy. But why can't you just say Rogue/Remy?! Or R/R even?! They'll know who you mean!!!
Kietro: First off this pairing is just retarded. Kitty/Pietro. First off, no. Granted, anyone who speaks to another person in the show is eventually going to end up paired with that person somewhere. But this pairing is about the stupidest thing imaginable. And the name... Kietro. Sounds like sushi.
Jott: I'm pretty sure that everyone knows how much I hate Jean and Scott. I hate them even more now that I've found this utterly insulting name for their pairing. Granted, I like Scott a lot in Evo. He's really rather cool, in a tight ass Cyclops kind of way. Jean is a bitch, but she's way cooler there than in 616. That's a given. But really... Jott? I think I caught that the second time I went to Nepal. I was throwing up for days.
Scogue: Speaking of pairs that sound like diseases, I present to you Scott/Rogue. Now this pair, I actually like. Rogue is always getting shortchanged in Evo, and I'd like to see her get her man for once. And I'd like to see Jean die a firey death. Well ok, not in Evo, but still. Scogue?! Yuk.
Lietro: Lance/Pietro. Ok. First off, I don't like the pair. It fundamentally defies all logic. I have no issue with slash, I'm over any residual bad effects from finding that Star Trek: Voyager slash at the age of 15 when I was just looking up something about one of the crew people. I'm ok with it, and in fact, like it. Most of you realize this. But... Lietro... seriously, how can someone even use this word? Let alone assume that Pietro would touch Lance with someone else's equipment?
Wandurt: This pair actually makes sense, considering that Wanda and Kurt have Talia, Nocturne, in that crazy AU. But the word is creepy. Say it. Wandurt. Doesn't it give you the shivers?
Ok that's enough pain for now. Seriously though, who's idea was it to come up with these bastardized words to describe such things in their fanfic summaries? What the hell would happen if these were pairs I actually like a lot?!
So what is Jean-Paul/Pietro, I ask you? (Yay for JP/Pietro!) Jean-Pietro? (ugh...) Jietro? (Wait... that'd be Jean/Pietro... oh god someone call the copyright people, I just coined that phrase it'smineandyoucan'thaveit!) Pial? (/gag)
Or Sam/Wanda. (I know you think it won't work, but I assure you it can...) Sanda? (Isn't that some anime guy?) Wam? (WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO!!!)
Jeanne-Marie/Warren doesn't even bear thinking about. I mean, that's really just asking for it, isn't it?
Although the prospect of Alex and Ray suddenly makes me giggle.
Ralex.
HAHAHA.
Ok I'm sorry it's late and I've had a busy day. I will stop now.
And another thing...
Fanfic related once again, because I've spent the last hour reading purposely bad recs. And it's 3.30 am if that tells you anything. Anyhow, TKD was talking to me tonight about how people want to make the characters into something they're not. The best example at my disposal right now is Pietro. If you watch Evolution, you know that he's a whiney, yellow bastard. He's scared of his daddy, he's a traitor, and he thinks he's the fucking man. The only thing that saves him is that he is the man in a lot of ways. This is why I like him. Quicksilver is fucking fast. And if he wants to be a cocky prick about it, I'd like to see the person who could catch him to shut him the fuck up.
I like him being an asshole. I think it's funny.
So TKD brings it to my attention that most people do this thing where they try to say that "Oh he's not really like that, he's just tortured because his dad is Magneto, he's a sweet boy underneath and all he needs is a nice girl like Kitty (or better yet, my thinly veiled Mary Sue!) to bring him around."
No. You have officially ruined the character. You have taken everything that makes me love that snarky little bastard.
While you're at it, why don't you make Wanda into a damsel in distress? And Scott into a smooth talker? And Remy into a cabaret dancer? Or Kitty into the unwed 22-year-old mother of Pietro's only child and freaking out about ruining her life.
Seriously, I read that last one just the other night. Chick must be twelve years old. Having a kid at 22 is OK, little girl. It's when you're 15 that it sucks. And while I agree that Pietro would screw anything that got in his way... Kitty?!
But wait, I already ranted about pairings...
What show is this story based on again?
People who like the X-Men though, what would be your dream team? I'm curious now because me and a friend have made ours up. Leave a message after the tone.
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Well christ. It's been an awful insane week for this little kid, but I'm finally back home and ready to start the whole "work" thing again. Seriously, I've been on the run since last Thursday. Went to Texas till Sunday night, went to Columbus on Monday morning. I hate travelling. But it was nice, cause I got to see lots of fun people. Despite the fact that the lack of writing for a week has me ready to rip my hair out and kill someone.
The REAL issue here is that I saw this movie last night, called The Dreamers. And y'all, particularly ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_m, really ought to see it if you get a chance. It's effing... guh. We originally went to the Lennox, to buy tickets for that stupid "Win a date with Tad Whateverthefuckhisnameis." Just because Amy had pretty much seen everything else. So we get to the previews, and Sarah looks over at me and says "The Dreamers is showing at the Drexel." The two of us decide fuck this stupid movie, we wanna go to the Drexel, drag Amy out, get our money back, and head to Bexley. After, of course, eating Indian food. Yay!
So anyhow, this movie is good. I was afraid it'd be a little more disturbing than it was. I'm not sure just yet if it actually was disturbing, or if it was just so well done that I went along with it. It was about this American kid who goes to Paris to study French for a year in the 60s. He loves movies, and he meets this brother and sister at the Cinematheque. They invite him over, he waxes poetic, they sorta take him in, he discovers they're twins. And a little too co-dependant.
Now I knew I was probably in for twincest. But I was pleased to find that it wasn't as bad as I'd feared, and was actually almost... childish in a way. It's actually not bad to watch, if you manage to conveniently fail to place yourself in their position (particularly important if you have siblings of the opposite sex, but easily forgotten in the case of this film, why I don't know, because that shit usually pisses me off like you wouldn't believe.) It was one of those movies where you walk out and it's cold and dark and you suddenly realize that you feel like you've been high for the past two hours, and are just now starting to come down. Total suspension of reality, leaves you a bit groggy and wrecked, like you just felt so much that it fried your brain. A really good love story, and not love in that way that fucking irritates the shit out of me. Love the only way I think I understand it, like not so romantic, just something that happens to you. The American boy, his love for them, it's really nicely done.
And seriously, wtf is it with French-speaking twins being all freaky? Is there something about them that makes them so utterly co-dependent (even when they don't know each other for the first 18 years of their lives *ahem* not that I'm thinking of any pair of twins in particular.)
No, seriously. It's somehow lovely.
In other important news I got to spend a night with Andy and Keli which was really very fun. Even though I had to drive Keli's car, which I hate doing. Driving other peoples' cars, I mean. But it was really fun, either way, and the guy who was out with Keli when we got there was fucking cute. Go Keli omg!
On Sunday night, before I left for Columbus, Speer gave me three issues of Marvel Masterpiece. The Gambit is cool, but like, just his face. The Northstar is... guh. Nick says, "But he's gay!" I say, "Don't you realize that's perfect for me?! I don't want to touch anyone, I just like to look!"
Katey 1, Nick 0!
Anyhow it was totally cool of Ryan, though I do feel bad about taking his lovely comics. There is a Carnage in there that will give me nightmares, which is badass, and a really sweet Iceman as well. Great centerfold of Spidey and Venom... oh yeah~
Back to the grind. If I don't write I'm about to lose some hair, seriously. I'm trying not to rip it out as I write this. Love -Katey-
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Jono has a face!!!!
Weapon-X fixed it omg...
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Excellent laughs at the expense of Northstar and Bishop (and even Wolverine weeee!)
Did I say Northstar, Bishop, and Wolvie? Wait. I meant at the expense of Austen and Claremont, who can both die as far as I'm concerned, cause Sue and I are taking over Uncanny immediately. And Xtreme is dying soon, so whatever.
YOU HAVE COOL CHARACTERS! USE THEM!
But this one... dude... That'll teach you to date teenage Appalachian girls, Warren!
HA! Angel my arse...
Anyhow. Whatever. There's the giggle for the day.
Um, do wish life was more fascinating, so I could say something brilliant. All I know is that I'm effing sick of going into every freaking business in the Ohio Valley. I think I'm going to just start driving around (which I like) and pretending to go in. You know, in my head. Same results, less trouble.
Oh well. Maybe Larocca will make it all better...?
h8 h8 h8
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( If you ever doubted that Alpha Flight sucked... )
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Seriously. Even Northstar and Aurora look HORRIBLE.
It's the red uniforms. God those things were awful.
Or perhaps I should mock myself for actually owning such a thing...
I'm watching this badass Frankenstein story, it's called "The Horror of Doctor Frankenstein" or something lame like that. Some saucy British movie where the first thing he animates is a lifeless hand. Gets it to flip the British bird. It's all Victorian and shit, so it's hilarious. And the doc is a young dude who keeps sleeping with everyone.
Soap opera horror.
Punk Rawk.
Anyhow I also got to see Army of Darkness for the first time in a long time. And all I have to say is...
Shop smart. Shop S-Mart.
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It's not that I'm hiding. Just that I have nothing to say.
Getting Dana into Evolution.
Looking for work.
Hanging out with the Iceman.
Communing with my cat.
Writing some random crap.
But the new JP icon rules, admit it! He's so pretty when he's in love ;)
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I know I can't be the only one who thinks that Paul MacCartney is a sick motherfucker.
( Maxwell's Silver Hammer )
Just an observation. But dude, what a sick-o.
Anyhow, Drake and I went job hunting. I got fuck all, but he got a nice little Pink Floyd air freshener. He wanted an Iceman figure for the dashboard, but he had to settle for that. Nick is dying to take him for a spin, so I said he could drive it home when I pick him up at school on Friday night. I know. What an amazing sister.
>.<
I went to my old elementary school today, because Dana was subbing there, for one of the third grade teachers. I used to think the halls were so huge, the gym was this cavernous space...
Turns out, it's fucking tiny. Madness.
Anyhow, the kids were cute. One kid was named Logan, and he was really sweet to me. Tried to help me find Dana when I came in. I told him he was cool cause he had Wolverine's name. The smile nearly split his face. Was cute.
Actually, wait. I didn't get just fuck all. I got the Weapon-X Defection Prologue. And someone who is paying attention to this book (cause I don't give a fuck, other than the fact that it has Jeanne-Marie, and now Jono in it,) please tell me it's all a set up to get Jono into the Weapon-X program as a spy. Because I'm sorry, no matter what kind of stupid shit he pulled, I cannot imagine the others just leaving him there for the police.
Though I have to admit, it was hilarious when he fucking clocked Warren. I love Warren, but that was just waiting to happen. Go go Jono!
Also got the latest 1602. I heart Neil Gaiman.
And dude... I hardly slept last night (I said this already... I know I did...) and now I'm all achy. Considering going over to Dana's to watch cartoons and smoke freely, but I'm just effing tired. Drake is good to go for another run, but I dunno. It's supposed to snow like four inches tonight. And I got no ice slide kickin to get me out of that shit.
Of course, that much snow gives me happy parents, cause then they don't have to go to work tomorrow.
And I get to hang out here with them. Joy~
No, really, it's cool. Mom was laughing at my music today when Air came on. "What's this gayness?" "Sexy Boy," I tell her, taping up my naked JP in the open doorway (gotta be near the desk, doesn't it?) "It's his," I point, "theme song." (Don't believe me, look up the lyrics. It is so Northstar... so maybe she was right about the gayness thing... who the fuck has a mother that wants to know what "gayness" they're listening to anyhow...?) She laughs at me and comes in to look at my speakers, offers to bring be cheese fries from where they went to dinner tonight, and goes on her merry way.
My family is weird. But we're ok after not quite a week. A good sign. *knocks on wood.*
I'd love to go write now, but I'm retarded sleepy. Nap time, methinks.
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And so I'm sitting in front of the huge picture window in our living room at 8am, in a pair of mickey mouse underwear and a t-shirt, eating a croissant and drinking this coffee that's like tar, and my dad calls to "wake my butt up." I ignore the ringing, and he leaves a message.
In a way, this is going to be hard. They forget that I'm 23, and I deserve it for moving back home. When it happens, when they start to bitch, I have to stand and listen. Can't remind them how old I am, because if I'd acted my age and taken care of shit a long time ago, not let myself get depressed, taken some fucking responsibility, I wouldn't be here. But I don't feel sorry. And if all I get as retribution is a morning phone call from my grouchy old man, fuck it. I'll take it. It's the morning after, I got fuck all for sleep, and I'm still ok with this.
Dude. I can't fuckin wait to drive again. I wonder if I can find my Revolver CD... I'm all about going back to my roots. And I swear, Nick must've eaten all my Zeppelin cause it's nowhere to be found...
Ph34r my 1337 old skool Maximoff icon.
"But Pietro, think of the danger!"
"What is danger to those who would be redeemed?!"
60s comics rocked. That is all.
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all hail salvador larocca
( if you don't think this is beautiful, i probably hate you )
the thing that those of you who don't come from where i come from will never understand, is driving. driving here, i mean. it's a fucking art form. i'm not that good at driving, i guess. but i'm good at driving here. i scare people who aren't used to it, but really. i know what it's about.
and it's amazing. i have this car now. it's little and silver and corners beautifully. it likes the ice and snow. it likes rubber soul, the beatles album. it also likes the song "baby your're a rich man," off of magical mystery tour.
i think its name is drake. but we have to talk some more. kinda got that idea today when it started snowing though.
i like to drive. i always have. but i never realized that driving your car was so much more fun than just plain old driving. it really is, you know. and driving in west virginia is the best. i hate letting people who aren't from here drive me around when i'm at home.
and you know what else i like? i like living here. i like going into a dive bar and getting a free drink from the mullet-toting bartender, and hearing "i love this bar" played three times a night, and laughing at sean trying to play darts and the guy who used to hit on me when i was 14 trying to impress me and dana and the rednecks talking about the deer they got this thanksgiving. cause it's funny. and i know no one else will appreciate it, no one but dana. but it just makes me laugh. because it's fucking funny. and it's sweet. and it's home.
sometimes kathmandu feels like home. but for the same kinds of reasons. i just need places like that, people like that. i don't want deep conversation from them. i just want them to go about their lives and let me see what it's like. just to watch. because life became so un-real for me, for so long, i became so far removed from reality, that it's not even real anymore. it's like watching a fucking movie. when the stall in the bathroom has saloon doors that can swing in and out at random and you hear the chicks with the bottle blonde big hair talking about how their chest hasn't been the same since little sammy was born. and you see their acid washed jeans through the holes in the saloon doors and your trying to pee but you can't because this is so fucking surreal. like something out of a movie.
but i forgot something along the way. they put that shit into movies because it is reality. somewhere along the way i fell into academia and forgot that. i forgot that it's not just "kitsch." elvis tv trays, thats fucking appalachian america. and i'm from there. and i see it on the big screen and i laugh and it seems so quaint.
and then i go home and it's there. and it's not in my nice little house with my educated parents and their well behaved dog and my posters of the beatles and oasis all over the walls. but it's everywhere else. and i spent a lot of time pretending that i didn't realize it, in high school. i spent college looking at it like i was looking at a fucking andy warhol, like it was a both a scathing critique and a celebration of itself. like it was pop art.
but it's not. it's just every day.
every day is alright, really. when it comes right down to it. i don't know what i was thinking, when i was 17. but i was wrong.
and no. i'm not as think as you drunk i am, bitch. and i still have taco bell left over. so what the fuck ever, right?
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| The Picture that Launched a Thousand Fanfics |
[13 Jan 2004|12:46pm] |
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( Northstar Inside )
Um... <3?
Do I need to say more?
What? We need MORE underclothed speedsters?
( Quicksilver Inside )
From a happier time. You know before she left him and took the kid with her ;)
Although that one had some goodness for the boys as well, to be fair, let me present...
( The Scarlet Witch Inside )
What pretty children Magneto spawns.
Don't ask why I have such things. You probably don wanna know. ;)
Dude, I got a car today >.< A month ago I couldn't eat. Now I have a car. Sweet.
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Apparently I can still be affected by nicotene. All it takes is a day and a half of deprivation and one will do the trick well enough. Fuckin nuts.
So yes, I am effectively smoking less, due to my recent move to Ye Olde Parental Quarters, but I am drinking more Coke. I fucking love Coke. Yes, I know, Mark "Coke is so bad for you" :P Chup.
Originally, I thought I was turning into my mother. Those of you who've had the pleasure of meeting my mother might realize why. Because she is, in the most charmingly childish way, insane. And I figure I'm going that direction fast... without the charming bit. However, considering the nicotene and Coke addictions, I have to say... maybe I'm becoming Grandma Reilly.
In other news, am moved. Going car shopping/job hunting (don't ask...) with Nick soon. Should be entertaining. The other half of the Taylor Wonder Twins came home last night with a big fucking grease burn on his hand and his shirt all fucked from spilling half a vat of fry grease on himself. What a fuckwit. No wonder he wants out of there. Nice to be close to the family again. Staying out of my parents' way, just doing whatever I like generally. Once I have a car, I actually think this will work out very nicely.
In the meantime, I'm pissed as fuck because my laptop can't seem to recognize a goddamn dialtone, and therefore won't dial up the net. So I'm exiled to this computer, my parents'. Which is better, I admit, but doesn't have all my ramblings on it, which I am trying to update with. Fucking... guh. And this PoS doesn't even have Microsoft Word, it just has Word Perfect... who the fuck uses Word Perfect?! Tell me! Cause I did when I was in about 8th grade, I think. Ten years later... Jesus that's irritating. And it's a bitch converting HTML back to WP files because it doesn't transfer the formatting properly and... fuck you WP. Just fuck you.
I sound irritated, but I'm not. I'm just ranting. I'm going to go like... sort myself out somehow. Bye!
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Well fuck me. I'm moving Saturday.
Talked to Amy today, who apparently wanted to get together beforehand. Sarah too. Sarah even emailed Gen, thinking she'd want to come along. Not to mention a ridiculously nice card from Amy a few days ago.
Dunno why, but it shocks me. I've been an awful prick since I've lived here. Oh who am I kidding, my whole life ;) Still, it's good, in the end. Some things, those people, the comic shop, I'll definitely miss.
In less real news, Larocca Uncanny was fucking gorgeous. Why is it that all the Guthrie children have to be so goddamn beautiful. Probably cause they're Appalachian stock, of course.
Well, maybe it has to do with Larocca drawing them. I do love that man. I really do.
And mutants with wings. Guh.
Wow. Y'all are right. I'm kinda weird. I just read that last line and damn that's a strange thing to say. Go me.
I need to see LotR again. Only once so far, can you believe that? Maybe Sarah and I will go... best fucking movie ever. I woulda written a whole big entry about it... was preoccupied ;) Legolas is the man. Don't bitch about the Oiliphant scene. You know it was badass. FOAD.
/bamf
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So, as usual, I have no idea what's going on with me because I pretend not to know.
Hope all is well with everyone. Soon I will be settled again and go back to being as normal as I possibly can. Which, I admit, isn't saying a hell of a lot. But it'll be better than this. In the meantime, I'm back to avoidance.
Saw Love, Actually with Keli. Made my teeth rot, it was so sweet. But it's well worth it for Hugh Grant as the PM swinging around 10 Downing to that song called "Jump" from the 80's. Or whatever it was called. "Jump! For my loooove!" Yeah, I kid you not. That was brilliant.
Oh yeah, and every American stereotype possible. Billy Bob Thornton as the president.
Though, really, some stereotypes are there because they're true.
But the thing with the bars and the girls and the sex... well ok, it could happen in a college town. But I don't care what kind of accent dude has, he's still an idiot. Not to mention an ugly little fucker. ;)
Whatever. The Larocca Uncanny is out today. So I'm off. One last dig through the quarter bins before I go. I'll take a pack of cigs and a cup of udf coffee and hit them all. Miss you!
PS- My Quicksilver icon pwns. Thank you Sudeep for introducing me to 1602 ;)
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