This is what I posted in my LJ... No time to write another one...
Omg guys! Emilee is coming!
For those who don't know me that well, that means MY SISTER IS IN LABOR. I'm going to be an aunt! Her name will be Emilee Joy Blanford, and she will be beautiful.
Point being, I won't be online for a good portion of today. My sister will probably be in labor for the next ten hours or so. I'm not sure exactly, it could only be five hours, it could be longer.
And, guys...
It's FEBRUARY 29th. Leap year. Wtf. Poor baby. She'll be one when she's four. Argh.
Anyway, lmao... That's where I'll be. ^^ I won't be answering comments more than likely. I'll make another post (hopefully with some Emilee pictures!) when I get back! EEE. :D
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Be the death of me.
Thought about posting this in eljay.
Then realized no one gives a fuck.
Oh well.
I believe my indecisiveness, my inability to listen to anyone (including myself), my extreme phobias, and my extreme obsessions will be the death of me.
To further explain... I cannot decide on anything or stick with anything at all. Because of this, I am constantly changing. Which is not a good thing, considering the fact that I hate change. You'd never believe that a year ago, I listened to NOTHING but Japanese music, I didn't write fanfictions, I had pink hair and thought Fall Out Boy was shitty. A year before that, I listened to nothing but the band HIM, I hadn't yet been introduced to slash, I hadn't listened to Panic at the Disco in about a year, and I wore nothing but black. The year before that, I was obsessed with anime. The year before that, I hadn't even been introduced to the internet (I know; sheltered much?). A year before that, I listened to Linkin Park and The Used and Eminem and thought painting my room dark, dark purple was a good idea.
My hair color changes with my mood. My favorite bands and obsessions never last more than a year, and nothing I do or say will matter at all, ever, once I'm dead. DAMN, I'm depressing.
We live in a survival-of-the-fittest society. If you're not willing to push people to make it, you won't make it. I'm not willing to push people.
I am scared of everything. I look over my shoulder every two minutes. I shower with the curtain open. Water, mirrors, darkness, silence, open doors, failure, disapproval, large spaces, small spaces, windows... These are all things that scare me to great extents. Now try to think of one room in your house and one situation that at any point in time doesn't include one or more of these things. I don't think you can. I am CONSTANTLY terrified.
I believe that there is no hope for society. I believe that I do not matter in the grand scheme of things. I believe that my cat is one of the very most beautiful creatures to ever grace the face of the earth, and I know that if I don't get to sleep in the next few minutes, there's no way in hell I'll be up in time for class.
I also know that, thanks to a severe case of insomnia, I WON'T be asleep in the next few minutes.
Writer's block will be the death of me. Please forgive me for being too tired to write anything. I'm lazy as fuck and I apologize. Wait until I actually get a life. Then I'll never have time to write. Ohnoes. I'm probably too lazy to have a life anyway.
Then realized no one gives a fuck.
Oh well.
I believe my indecisiveness, my inability to listen to anyone (including myself), my extreme phobias, and my extreme obsessions will be the death of me.
To further explain... I cannot decide on anything or stick with anything at all. Because of this, I am constantly changing. Which is not a good thing, considering the fact that I hate change. You'd never believe that a year ago, I listened to NOTHING but Japanese music, I didn't write fanfictions, I had pink hair and thought Fall Out Boy was shitty. A year before that, I listened to nothing but the band HIM, I hadn't yet been introduced to slash, I hadn't listened to Panic at the Disco in about a year, and I wore nothing but black. The year before that, I was obsessed with anime. The year before that, I hadn't even been introduced to the internet (I know; sheltered much?). A year before that, I listened to Linkin Park and The Used and Eminem and thought painting my room dark, dark purple was a good idea.
My hair color changes with my mood. My favorite bands and obsessions never last more than a year, and nothing I do or say will matter at all, ever, once I'm dead. DAMN, I'm depressing.
We live in a survival-of-the-fittest society. If you're not willing to push people to make it, you won't make it. I'm not willing to push people.
I am scared of everything. I look over my shoulder every two minutes. I shower with the curtain open. Water, mirrors, darkness, silence, open doors, failure, disapproval, large spaces, small spaces, windows... These are all things that scare me to great extents. Now try to think of one room in your house and one situation that at any point in time doesn't include one or more of these things. I don't think you can. I am CONSTANTLY terrified.
I believe that there is no hope for society. I believe that I do not matter in the grand scheme of things. I believe that my cat is one of the very most beautiful creatures to ever grace the face of the earth, and I know that if I don't get to sleep in the next few minutes, there's no way in hell I'll be up in time for class.
I also know that, thanks to a severe case of insomnia, I WON'T be asleep in the next few minutes.
Writer's block will be the death of me. Please forgive me for being too tired to write anything. I'm lazy as fuck and I apologize. Wait until I actually get a life. Then I'll never have time to write. Ohnoes. I'm probably too lazy to have a life anyway.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Valentine's Day. Aly + HCT ticket = OTP. :D
Guess what arrived in the mail yesterday.
That's right. Me and HCT ticket are OTP until April 20th. This was an amazing Valentine's Day present.
We're camwhores, btw.
Also,
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.
.... I guess I felt like putting things in my mouth.
My room. I rearranged everything yesterday. Om nom nom.
And...
My sister! Almost eight months pregnant, no less. I seriously CAN'T WAIT.
I hope whoever you are, wherever you are, you had a good Valentine's Day.
Me, personally... Well, I called my boy up and asked him to come over the night before.
He agreed.
Then he bailed. Without calling.
And didn't answer his phone until four hours later, when he just simply said he had changed his mind.
And then said he'd call me later.
And didn't.
FUCK YOU.
Back to good news.
I wrote two short fanfics with Izzy for V-Day. They're on the ell jayy.
And like I said, whoever you are, wherever you are, I wish you the best.
Be happy.
Smile.
Get out of the house and be with friends.
Don't take advantage of it.
<3
That's right. Me and HCT ticket are OTP until April 20th. This was an amazing Valentine's Day present.
We're camwhores, btw.
Also,
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.
.... I guess I felt like putting things in my mouth.
My room. I rearranged everything yesterday. Om nom nom.
And...
My sister! Almost eight months pregnant, no less. I seriously CAN'T WAIT.
I hope whoever you are, wherever you are, you had a good Valentine's Day.
Me, personally... Well, I called my boy up and asked him to come over the night before.
He agreed.
Then he bailed. Without calling.
And didn't answer his phone until four hours later, when he just simply said he had changed his mind.
And then said he'd call me later.
And didn't.
FUCK YOU.
Back to good news.
I wrote two short fanfics with Izzy for V-Day. They're on the ell jayy.
And like I said, whoever you are, wherever you are, I wish you the best.
Be happy.
Smile.
Get out of the house and be with friends.
Don't take advantage of it.
<3
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Distraction.
Under my dead gaze,
slow motion,
see me let go.
Just have a little faith in me.
I've been busybusybusy. With what?
Writing.
Jesus fucking christ, I've been writing so much I can't even fathom it. Fanfictions ftw. I'm not really sure why I've been writing so much. I guess it just seems right? Because it keeps me busy and keeps my head from swimming.
IN OTHER NEWS, I'M GOING TO SEE PANIC AT THE DISCO, YESYESYES.
I don't have the tickets yet, but I will. My dad has to send the money. We missed the presale but it's okay we can still get regular ticketed seating, which is good. Definitely good. I think my head has been in such a spin that I can't think right. I've been seeing things, having weird dreams, sleeping a lot like usual...
I guess I'll write out this dream.
Okay, so it was hectic as fuck and I hardly remember it. My dad was there, I'm pretty sure my mom was there, and there were roller coaster things. Uhh, there was also my dad's ex-wife's sister's son and daughter. My ex-step-cousins, in case you didn't get that. I used to have a huge crush on one of them, Zach. And then the other was a girl, Hayley (or Haley? Hailey? anyway), I used to hang out with her a lot. And her brother Zach, I always had a huge crush on. So in this dream, there's them, my dad, some girl, and some other girl with a baby. And the girl with the baby kicked Zach in the face. Idk.
ANYWAY. Jeez. The mind works in strange ways, doesn't it?
So let's see.
http://www.prescribepills.livejournal.com
That's about it.
slow motion,
see me let go.
Just have a little faith in me.
I've been busybusybusy. With what?
Writing.
Jesus fucking christ, I've been writing so much I can't even fathom it. Fanfictions ftw. I'm not really sure why I've been writing so much. I guess it just seems right? Because it keeps me busy and keeps my head from swimming.
IN OTHER NEWS, I'M GOING TO SEE PANIC AT THE DISCO, YESYESYES.
I don't have the tickets yet, but I will. My dad has to send the money. We missed the presale but it's okay we can still get regular ticketed seating, which is good. Definitely good. I think my head has been in such a spin that I can't think right. I've been seeing things, having weird dreams, sleeping a lot like usual...
I guess I'll write out this dream.
Okay, so it was hectic as fuck and I hardly remember it. My dad was there, I'm pretty sure my mom was there, and there were roller coaster things. Uhh, there was also my dad's ex-wife's sister's son and daughter. My ex-step-cousins, in case you didn't get that. I used to have a huge crush on one of them, Zach. And then the other was a girl, Hayley (or Haley? Hailey? anyway), I used to hang out with her a lot. And her brother Zach, I always had a huge crush on. So in this dream, there's them, my dad, some girl, and some other girl with a baby. And the girl with the baby kicked Zach in the face. Idk.
ANYWAY. Jeez. The mind works in strange ways, doesn't it?
So let's see.
http://www.prescribepills.livejournal.com
That's about it.
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