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And Lo Samael Fell...
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 12:36 pm
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Lo Fell, Samael, Angel of Light Layed Claim to the Tempestuous Devestation
Been gone for a while - had a little run in with the mental heath system, as if life was not stressful enough. Its wierd but after not typing for over a month it is kind of difficult to type now
ZERO and I broke up recently. Still a little sad - but was not healthy, so did what was right my sanity My Mood:  awake |
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HAHAHAHAHA
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 11:09 am
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Counting down the days....
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 01:46 pm
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( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )My Mood:  cheerful Current Music: laughter and the busting of chops |
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Erm, That Kid is Crackling!
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 11:45 pm
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For the past few days, Dad's been catching the train in to work with me. I've been getting off at Newmarket as usual and he's been carrying on into town. It has been really nice to just spend that little bit of neutral time sitting with him, and today I even managed to catch the same train home with him.
Today, at about Avondale or there abouts, this indian lady got on carrying a child, I think it was a little boy just by the sound of the voice. I don't know how old he would've been, maybe three? I couldn't work out what was going on though, as the two of them took seats opposite us. The boy was on the seat next to my friend Megan, the one who offered to take me shopping. His mother was on a forward facing seat right next to him.
For a while, all I could hear was the weirdest crackling noise. It sort of sounded like an untuned radio but I couldn't, for the life of me, pick where it was coming from. I initially thought it was coming from the boy, and my first thought was, "Oh jees, that kid's crackling!" Then I thought, "How the hell could that kid be crackling? What a ridiculous thing to think... But I'm sure it's him making that noise..." Every time I got close to getting a location on the sound, it would stop and I'd start thinking I was going mental. It was quiet too, so quiet that Dad hadn't heard it by the time I finally got so curious I asked him what it was. At first, he tried to claim it was the squeaky doors of the train, but I told him I thought it was coming from the boy opposite. "Oh yeah," said Dad, "he's got a little toy cell phone..." Obviously with very flat batteries, I thought.
It was a fairly unobtrusive and repetitive noise though. So much so that in the beginning, I thought the poor kid had some sort of a chest infection. The mother was sniffling away, so she'd obviously copped a dose of whatever this flu thing is that's going around. Then I started thinking of other things that crackle, like a wood fire, or that popping seaweed when it's dry and you stand on it. Or cornflakes when you accidentally drop and step on them. Things like celophane off a freshly wrapped basket of my aunt Wendy's delicious Rocky Road, autumn leaves and lightning. I'm not sure why, but it was an interesting tangent for my thoughts to take.
I was also thinking about an amusing conversation ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sarcasticshit, Tom and I were having the other day about Dad and his training school. It was totally ridiculous, but we had nothing better to do at the time. It went something like this:
What does your dad do again?
He's a train driver, and he's back in training.
Oh, so he's a train driver in training, or a training train driver?
Yeah, he's training to drive the big Loco SA trains.
Ah, so he's an SA train trainee train driver in training?
I guess.
So where does he train?
Um, at SA Train Training School.
And who's training him?
The trainer, the trainee train driver trainer.
Has he done this sort of training before?
I'm not sure, not with these guys anyway.
So does that make him a trainee trainer?
I suppose so...
And where did he learn about all of that?
(All together.)
At Trainee Trainer training school!
So in summary, Dad is a trainee in training, at SA train trainee training school, being trained by a trainee trainee trainer from SA train trainee trainer training school.
Have I confused you yet?
Love and Hugs to you all.My Mood:  amused |
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The Most Hilarious Joke Ever!
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 08:40 pm
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Ok, this has got to be the best joke I've seen all week, and my apologies to those of you I've already sent it to. I simply had to share this, courtasy of sarcasticshit:
( Little Johnny's Breakfast )
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Ah, ya gotta love Little Johnny and his antics, especially when they make me laugh as much as this one is. Hope you got as much enjoyment out of it as I did, appeals to my warped sense of humour.
Love and Hugs to you all.My Mood: Pissing Myself Laughing |
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In the VIP like heeeeeey
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 11:51 pm
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I feel like I am standing on a cliff and below is this ocean of amazingness below me begging me to dive in.
There are sooooooo many doors opening for me. Finally.
Maybe it wasn't time for me to be a stylist when I worked at Ultra Sux but it sure is now! All signs are pointing in that direction.
Tyra Bank's Myspace
Yeah go ahead and click it and see who is on her top friends. Yeah me. What? I may be on the bottom but I'm there and that's damn cool!
I'm sorry if I haven't been commenting much lately but my life has been full to the brim with stuff. So busy! Good busy!
I hope everyone is well!
♥ ShawneeMy Mood:  accomplished Current Music: Who's Gonna Love You - The Pussy Cat Dolls |
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Obama Tax Calculator Widget
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 03:59 am
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Alternately, The Fair: As Good as the Amusement Park?
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 01:34 am
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The thrill of impending death one derives from falling off a poorly constructed ferris wheel trumps that of a well-constructed but fatally flawed ferris wheel. Not that I know what sort of standards there are for ferris wheel construction in this country. European carnies are not crazy because they are european; they are crazy because, in my fantasy, they hate Americans. Like demons from another dimension going after Angel and his crew.
It was good to see all of the lights, and I am fond of the fact that some percentage of them were broken. Everyone I spent time with was incredibly lovely, kind, intelligent, and funny. Much more so than I am. It was an honor to be in their presence, even if just for a short time. And I hope none of this is coming off as being insincere, because it's true. I can't help it if nobody in real life ever says they are honored to be in anybody's presence at a fair. I was and am, because I am nothing. I am nothing and everyone else is wonderful.
The fair food, while disgusting...was partially eaten and shared amongst friends. And accepted graciously. If anyone who shared in the fair food was disgusted with me in the first place for having contributed to the existence of the fair food at our table, they did not show it. I only say this because I would worry that if I ate someone's fair food and felt disgusted by it, I would be afraid that said person would take my disgust personally, so I would hide it. Then maybe I would puke and everyone would find it funny or be disgusted by it.
There is a crumpled up shirt on the dresser that looks like a duck.
I loved the fair. I love people. I love lights. I love happiness and rides and carnies. I even love inflatable American flag colored rifles, which I saw a kid carrying. I love it because it is fucking horrifying.
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I Think I'll Go To Boston
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Oct. 15th, 2008 @ 01:33 am
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Life is not a tragedy
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 10:28 pm
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Life isn't a tragedy, although we often paint it as one.
The past few weeks of my life have shown me hope, pain, frustration, depression, fear, loss, pity, sorrow and poverty.
But in the end, even when going without, we still have some essential things. The ability to cope, and the ability to start anew.
I once wrote that my life is an ongoing rebirth and journey of self-discovery.
It's not so much about self-discovery as it is about learning the same lessons over and over again, and trying not to repeat the wrong answers.
I'm over thinking simple things - and that suits me just fine right now.
The future is coming, and I'm prepared for it.
Are you?
Awesome every day,
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LWD Season 1
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 08:35 pm
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[mood|  working]
[music|I Want Something That I Want - Bethany Joy with Grace Potter]
So I was on amazon.com seeing if they have shipped my LWD season 1 dvds yet and they haven't but it looks they might be shipping it out tomorrow since it says shipping soon. I can't wait until I get it. It will be so great to watch season 1 in the correct episode order. Though I won't be able to watch them until after the 17th (that is if I get the dvds before then) which is when my US History mid term is due. And I have to be working on it until then since it's a bunch of essays I have to write. Which means after I post this I should really get back to doing that.
ETA: Yay! It was shipped out today so hopefully I will be getting it by this weekend. |
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 08:57 pm
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просто хочется чтобы кто-то мог все это видеть, чувствовать и ощущать в точности как я.
я же не очень многого требую, правда? |
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The Fair: Not as Good as an Amusement Park
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 07:18 pm
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Yesterday I went to the fair with Jennifer and a few thousand of her co-workers. None of which I know very well, and none of which know me very well. So basically I followed a bunch of people around who I didn't know and listened to them talk to each other and tried to smile appropriately despite the fact that I can barely hear and/or focus on anything anyone is saying, because my head is a helmet.
It was fine despite some perceived awkwardness and hatred. It started to become more fun when I suddenly realized that it would actually be worthwhile to try and pay attention to things other people were saying. People seem to like that, when you show an active interest in them as though they are interesting people. Juxtaposing that is the probability that if you don't find other people interesting, then you will seem boring to them. It's all a fucking mess as far as I'm concerned. I just don't get out much.
So yes, apparently fair food sucks dick. And costs just about as much, if you know what I am saying. Which is that maybe it costs a lot to suck a gigolo's dick. Which I surmise depends on the gigolo in question as well. Which makes me wonder if there aren't any male celebrities who are closet gigolos to wealthier people who don't have to act for a living, and they want to be that powerful. I see no reason why I shouldn't pretend it isn't so.
We rode rides which made me think I was going to die. The carnies were foreigners of some sort, european and clearly crazy. For some reason I didn't think european people had bad acne, but apparently they do. I don't know; I guess I just thought they all had good astringents over there. After all, it is called Biore.
I prefer amusement park rides, because it seems like they are safer. Though this might not be the case. Still, it is better to die on an amusement park death trap than one at a county fair. Though realistically even if I had plummeted to my doom, it would have been over really fast. In my mind it seems like my fair death would stretch on infinitely.
Other than that, nothing. Been watching Angel. It has grown on me and assumed Buffy status, though Spike still hasn't shown up. Sky is the limit. My Mood:  cold |
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So does this mean I can fit into any Hogwarts House?
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 07:16 pm
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Your result for The Sorting Hat Test... Menage a quatre
You're split both between order and chaos, and between morality and rationality. Surely the real Sorting Hat would know where to put you, but this test is baffled. On the upside, you're clearly a very balanced person. You may want to sort yourself according to my 4-grid:
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Chaotic |
Orderly |
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Gryffindor |
Hufflepuff |
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Slytherin |
Ravenclaw |
Take The Sorting Hat Test at HelloQuizzy |
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Help Wanted: Graphics Help
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 05:45 pm
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It's been FOREVER since I've fiddled in photoshop. At any rate, I was fiddling in photoshop an old picture I took two summers in the Philippines. I'm pretty pleased with the coloring (and it looks nice when it's actually in its bigger size). Anyways, I was wondering about what else I could potentially do with this coz I'm just in a creative crunch.
I was thinking of transparent squares with the right font (even though this is a new laptop, it doesn't have the fonts I had on my ol' desktop and some of the brushes that I made on it >_<) but what else...? Hmm.
Here, just for your reference.
Oh how I love color. ♥
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 05:41 pm
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на архитектуру потянуло: не хватает широкого угла, хоть ты тресни (кликабельно).
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New Job
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 11:20 am
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I am a security officer for Securitas. Last week was my first official week. I go back to work tomorrow.My Mood:  lonely |
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Too sleepy for real update :)
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 10:09 pm
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So sleepy so not anything good that you've no doubt come to expect from my LJ. SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU ALL
Post a picture in my comments of what you think describes me when you think about what/who I am.
Give no written explanation though. Just an image.
(Optional) Copy and paste into your own journal and see what others think about you in pictures! |
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New Bethany Joy Song!
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 04:16 am
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[mood|  excited]
[music|I Want Something That I Want - Bethany Joy with Grace Potter]
Joy's duet with Grace Potter "I Want Something That I Want" is now available on iTunes! |
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in my head, are lots of things...
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Oct. 14th, 2008 @ 02:17 am
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1. yesterday was the 6th anniversary of my Granddad's passing. I think he was having fun at my expense because I woke up at 7 in the morning for no reason. immediately, I flashed back to when he'd wake up my sisters & me on Saturday mornings at 7 to do chores. I'm laughing now, man, seriously... I know you're doing fine in the 'Lands. I miss you, Granddad. *sigh*
2. today is my niece, Mikea's 9th birthday: Happy Birthday, Kea--you're your Auntie's little star, have a great day!
and just because I hope she checks in every once in a while... Happy Birthday, Amanda worfpunk! :)
3. I forgot to give Aimee her birthday post here on Friday, d'oh! I showed her love on MySpace, so she knows I didn't forget.
4. how happy am I still that TEXAS beat Oklahoma? very! how happy am I still that my POKES beat Missouri? very, very!! how happy am I still that my HAWKS beat Indiana? very, very!!
5. Peyton & the Colts win big over Baltimore, yay! Tony & the Cowboys lose to Arizona and Tony's out for a month with a broken finger? this sucks! Patriots lose to the Chargers? I kind of figured they would. Eli & the Giants are no longer unbeaten, falling to the Browns? wtf??!?!
6. just don't let me od on ibuprofen this week, is all I ask. cramps fucking suck!
( I'll be damned if Joe didn't give me the idea to do this meme that made itself! )
( another meme, that I got from my colleague, Anniettriea that goes from a to z... )
this week marks the 10th anniversary of when Babe & I had our first weekend of alone time as a couple in that sweet apartment on Clinton Street in Iowa City, Iowa and the 8th anniversary of the weekend we spent together in my room in Bennett Hall back in Stillwater, Oklahoma. *happy sigh* how we managed to visit each other during our universities' homecoming weekends, I'll never know.
also, it was with him in IC that we learned about the gay bashing death of Matthew Shepard in Wyoming. I still have the copy of the Daily Iowan from the day the campus held a candlelight vigil in tribute to him. ( Barack & Michelle Obama recognized this fact in a statement, released yesterday in which the US has a long way to go in protecting the rights and lives of our LGBTQ brothers & sisters )My Mood:  nostalgic Current Music: jack's mannequin-"lonely for her" and the cure-"the only one" |
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