It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door

I don't even want to get into the dramatics of last night.

My eyes are completely bloodshot from crying for three hours straight and I STILL have a motherfucker of a headache.

My parents can go to hell. Thank Eru I have adult friends with cars and who actually care about my psychotics...

Excuse me while I fall asleep in the shower.

I just want Greg...

Meh.

My mother is a C.U.N.T.

She's nothing but an egomaniacal, self-absorbed, passive-agressive, psychotic, hurtful, spiteful, idiotic CUNT.

I hate her. I hate her so much that I want her to just fucking drop dead. I don't care how angst-filled that sounds, she deserves it, and I mean it with every fibre of my being.

Bitch.

Um.

Never going to Providence without a cell phone again, kthx. Got lost for hours and it wasn't fun.

I has an interview with Alex's on Sunday. O_O

Any ladies want to give me some pole dancing tips?

I had two nightmares last night.

The first nightmare involved me being trapped in a house with an old woman who pretended to be senile and immobile, but who was really quite spry and wicked. She decieved me and managed to chain me down in a bathtub full of dirty water. I was then forced to watch as she murdered Greg, right in front of me. Well, in actuality, I could only hear what was going on and partially see, as my neck was securely fastened in a brace and my torso was completely weighed down. I don't know for sure if she killed him or not, but I could hear him screaming. Then, this woman with long red hair released me from the tub and told me to run, run fast because while the old woman was killed, she would come back soon. I kept asking where Greg was and she wouldn't listen to me or answer my questions, merely hurried me into a car. She was a bad driver and swerved off the road, into the ocean. I remember not caring, because I knew in my heart that my boyfriend was dead, so I let myself drown.

In the second nightmare, I was in a jungle-like climate, with a crowd of people who were being chased by a psychotic African tribe. Eventually, all of my companions handed themselves over to the tribe, and as I was hidden, I watched them be raped, cut open, and otherwise brutalized in every horrible fashion imaginable. It was really graphic and really disgusting. Eventually I heard them talking in a different language, saying that I was the only one left and that they had to find me. I ran until I ended up in a village, and there I tried to hide myself in a hut. They found me, however, so I ran some more, and ended up in a basement of sorts, where I found an axe handle and proceeded to beat one of the tribesmen with it, when he came down after me. He said something like how he admired my spirit and how he was only going to rape me, but I started screaming that I would have to die first and just...gah. I woke up.

I hate dreams where I'm the victim, but not nearly as much as the ones where I have to watch my loved ones die.

In other news, my phone is shut off and I still don't have a job. LaStoria was like "Oh, we can hire you in August..."

that's not helping me now -_-

*sigh*

( SPOILERY SPOILERS FOR THE DARK NIGHT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, NOW LET ME FANGIRL IN PEACE KTHX )

Now if you excuse me, I am going to photoshop the fucking HELL out of this film. Starting with a brand new LJ layout. Kthx.

( The part where Ashe talks about the great sex she had today. )

Um, rabble, we went to his house and watched Interview with the Vampire. It was the first time he saw it, and he liked it a lot, but I kept squealing over Armand and calling Louis a little emo-child vampire, and he didn't understand me babbling about Anne Rice, so I felt really bad by the time the movie was over, lol. He's addicted, though, and wants to watch Queen of the Damned next. ^_^

We dicked around for awhile, and I went to straddle him and he accidentally kneed me in the vagina.

Me: *whimpering in pain*
Greg: *staring, trying not to laugh* Did...did I just...honey did I just cunt punt you?
Both: .....*LOL*

We went to McDonald's and the lady messed up his burger, so he got really pissed and threw it in the parking lot xD And then he drove me home, and here I am.

Ahh. Good day xDDD

Finally finished my LJ layout. salienne taught me how to do headers and crap, so yeah, new header image is new. I like it, so you can all go to hell =P

Also, killed that weird green bug that I've HEARD for the past few hours or so but couldn't kill.

I like teasing my boyfriend over the phone with promises of sultry baths, hot wax, and lipstick smears. It's amusing.

My ass is going to BED.

Add webs_of_habit, it's my new LJ for Silent Hill fanfic yo.

I had an awful dream last night that anarchy happened in America.

In Massachusetts.

In Stoughton.

It wasn't the Sex Pistols kind of anarchy, though, it was...controlled anarchy? For lack of a better term? There was someone--a man, standing on a box in the middle of my street, shouting at a group of people. The crowd, after hearing the speech, then proceeded to break into houses and cars. They were...insane. Wild. Frothing at the mouth, literally. I was in my mother's Neon, hiding on the floor near the pedals. I had my cell phone out and I was scrolling though my contacts, trying to find someone to HELP. I had called 911 earlier, while the man was giving his "speech" and that didn't do shit...cops were IN on the hysteria.

Someone began to break the windshield. I could hear the glass cracking, and I was rifling through my purse for the knife I keep for defense.

And then I woke up.

It was frightening.

I've had a throbbing headache for two days. I woke up with it this morning.

Doctor? I should see?

I hate everyone...EVERYONE who is over 21 right now.

I was just reminded of the Unter Null show that I COULD HAVE FUCKING GONE TO, but couldn't because I'm only eighteen.

Fuck my life, that was probably an AMAZING fucking show.

All of you can go to hell. I'm painting. -_-

Yesterday was a good day ^_^

Hung out with Greg and Mike, and we went to Best Buy. Mike and I were talking to Durrell, so Greg kind of slithered off. This resulted in Mike and I sauntering throughout the store shouting his various nicknames at the top of our lungs. ("GAAAZ!! DARLING TUBE! SEX MACHINE????) We finally found him in the movie section xD

Um, rabble, went back to Mike's place and watched a few Hell Girl episodes, and then we went on an adventure to get food that resulted in us ending up back at my place because my boyfriend is bloody indecisive. I cooked Mike an omlette and that was funny...Greg and I got into a shredded cheese fight because we're children like that. xD Anyways, I didn't fail at cooking for once and it actually came out GOOD (or so he said) so that pleased me for the rest of the evening.

We went to papa gino's because Greg decided he wanted pasta, and that was so much fun. We were the only ones there and I had one of those bank lollipops, so I was teasing them both by pretending to sensually lick it xD Then, Greg and I danced to 90's music, which is more proof that we're Squall and Rinoa...

Anyways, I came back home and I got an idea for a painting at like two in the morning. It's based off of the Misfits song "She". I'm a strange child, so it's going to be the profile of a "daddy's girl" dressed in pink or pale blue. The top of the canvas is like the bottom half of her head...you can only see her smiling lips. She will of course be carrying a machine gun in one hand, and there will be blood splatters on her dress that spell the word "s-h-e". I'll give it to Greg when I'm finished with it, I think, if it comes out nice.

I have a headache X_X

Leave me alone, it's 2 AM.



I only just found out about this guy, and I'm blown away.

Obviously this isn't real "magic", what he does is pure illusion, but presented in a manner that seems like it's magic.

Flame away, I think it's cool as hell. I love optical illusion tricks like that, and quite frankly I'm very impressed by this guy's demeanour. He's a great actor, he wins over his audiences without even trying, and damn it, the tricks are sweet, even if I was able to figure out a few of them without really thinking too hard about it. =] I'm definitely a fan...this guy's a badass. Definitely wouldn't mind seeing him live.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnosticism

A Gnostic point of view:
http://www.gnosis.org/gnintro.htm

I was bored and reading up on religions, and that one didn't really make me roll my eyes in disgust. It has elements of Christianity, but there are aspects of it that really wax over the typical ego of that particular faith (no offense to any believing Christians at all whatsoever, I'm merely deriving that term from the troupes of people who have pushed the Bible in my face over the years.)

I really like the fact that this religion views "God" as an imperfect being, and that we, humans, are a result of the aforementioned imperfection. It makes sense, because if you look at religions that are older than Christianity (Polytheistic Roman and Greek beliefs, for example) the deities are never flawless. Just look at all the debaucheries committed in Mount Olympus.

It seems to me that this religion was formed somewhere around when the Romans were off conquering people, and forcing their conquests to mingle religions together. I think that they had Catholics as captives at one point and murdered them in the Colisseum...maybe Gnosticism is the product of the Roman leniency of religion?

Stolen from anarchicq

1)) Pick some characters. No more than 10.
2) Ask them the 10 Inside the Actor's Studio questions.
3) Post their answers.
4) Post your own answers.
5) Tag some people to do this.

( A sit-down with Ashe and her characters. )

This is me right now.



That's all.

So I recieved my first theatre-related injury in a long time today.

I'm very sick. Caught Greg's awful cold, you see, so I've been wheezing and coughing for the past twenty-four hours. Swollen throat, burning eyes, whole nine yards. Steve went to choke me because, you know, he's Rasputin, and he grabbed my throat a WEE bit too hard, consequently pushing me backwards so I slam my head into the pillar >.<

Fun times.

There are a few people in my life who I would sincerely wish off the face of the planet, right now.

Don't know what else. :-/

I just slept for roughly seven hours.

I feel like death. My pulse is racing and I'm lightheaded, and this house is a coffin of sweltering heat, per fucking usual.

No one's home, either, and I had bad dreams.

At least I think I had bad dreams. I'm in the psychological state where I have no way of knowing that for sure or not.

Um, where did the day go...? How come it got DARK so fast?

Worse, what are those noises?