| Jess... |
[Mar. 4th, 2009|12:05 am] |
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I don't have it in me to write up about Jess again. I'm copying from LiveJournal.
The thing about Jess last night . . . her cousin left me a voice mail last night. And called me earlier. Jess died. Apparently she killed herself, or that's what I'm told. I didn't ask how. I don't want to know.
I guess in some ways, I pushed her too hard. You can't help people that don't want it. I've known that all along. But that doesn't make it my fault. By the looks of things, she would rather die than make an effort at getting better. That's her choice. I did what I could. What I saw as right.
The part of the story I do know:
She got out of jail and went to her parents somewhere in Wyoming. I'm not sure what she did after that. Apparently she was in rehab and seemed to be doing okay for the week or so that she was there. There were one or two different counties here that were going to go after her for outstanding warrants, I guess and a missed court date a few days back or something. This is just what I was told.
So . . . no more Jess . . . and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. We weren't on good terms, obviously. I mean, I turned her in for drugs . . . that would piss ANY addict off, would it not? And then there's me, who didn't want to be around her while she was using. We haven't exactly been close recently.
Jess . . . technically wasn't my girlfriend. The few times we talked about it, she said "it's not like that. Maybe in the future." We might as well have been together, though. Who knows . . . if things had been different . . . but they're not. I can and will accept that. Honestly, she wasn't the one I truly wanted to be with at this point to begin with.
So there was Derek. Then there was Jess. The pessimist in me sees a fucking pattern. And yet, there's a logical part of my brain and in my gut that is insisting that this concept is ridiculous . . . I'm going with my gut and HOPING that it's right. I can't stand to have this keep happening.
I liked Jess before she pulled her shit. I had some kind of feelings for her, obviously. I miss her. I can't say the word 'love' fits in here . . . but . . . I do miss her.
Despite this . . . something's telling me I am not NEARLY as torn up as I should be. Could be shock. Could be sleep deprivation. Could be the fact that she hurt me too deep for me to properly grieve. I don't know.
I'm sorry, Jess. It wasn't my place to help you. But in some ways, you did help me. I am grateful for that, even if I've just barely managed to forgive you.
In other news: I am applying for a job as a playground aide at the elementary school. My dad's sister was all "OH HAVE SHERYL ANNE APPLY FOR THE JOB SHE IS GOOD WITH KIDS". I'm not a big fan of them half the time, but I really do want this job . . . because I really do want to work with kids. When I admitted this to Vandy, she asked me if I wanted children (we talk about this periodically, but it's always a repeat conversation . . . I think we have too short of attention spans to pay attention to details). She never did answer me when I asked why she brought that up.
So . . . I have to bullshit my way through some essay-like questions on this online application. I'm really hoping I get this job. 4 hours a day isn't necessarily BAD and I'd get weekends off. And spring break. And the summer. It could work quite nicely if I budgeted myself right. And I want to eventually buy a car so my dad can teach me how to drive (his car is a piece of shit that I refuse to learn how to drive in). Then if I wanted to, I could drive to see Vandy. If I can do that before Vandy decides that she NEEDS to come up here . . . it'd take away some unneeded stress on her part.
And then I wouldn't have to worry about relying on my parents to take me everywhere. I wouldn't have to walk in cold-ass weather or blistering heat. I wouldn't be afraid of becoming entirely dependent on Vandy when the time comes for us to at least be roommates (that's been a plan of ours for a long time, now). I hate the concept of driving with a passion. But it's necessary, I suppose. I need to work at being more independent, so I will finish learning how to drive. And I will have my own car. Yes. That is the master plan.
Oddly enough, the MAIN motive behind the driving thing is so I can go visit Vandy if I want to . . . or at LEAST meet her halfway. That'd be nice. Crazy? Perhaps. Do I care? Not in the slightest. |
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| uh huh . . . |
[Feb. 24th, 2009|06:38 pm] |
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Cuz . . . yanno . . . I am a threat to the United States of America. And I am a danger to society.
Old news right now, I know . . . but . . . ugh, it still pisses me off.
I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. YOU LOT HAVE SEEN PICTURES OF ME. DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING TERRORIST?
"What is the morals of a gay person? You can't answer that because anything goes."
Let me just now say that I have motherfucking morals. I know right from wrong. I try my best to be a good person. I care about people.
"They're probably the greatest threat to America going down I know of."
Oh yes. BIG THREAT because gays want to be treated the same as everyone else even though they're OBVIOUSLY not people. *rolls eyes* It's not like every last homosexual in the country is looking to overthrow the government, no. We mostly leave that to the crazies.
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|01:24 pm] |
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So, I haven't been on here at all lately. I stayed the weekend at Chris and Ted's and just . . . emotional rollercoaster and updating livejournal about that was bad enough. I only did that out of obligation to Eileen. I make it a point to be honest with her about everything, including my insecurities because when she finds out she always asks me why I didn't tell her. We're more or less past the insecurity for now.
Apparently Sakuya called the doctor he's supposed to go see again because of the internal bleeding and the pain and whatnot . . . they told him to take vitamins. "Maybe they will help."
WHAT.THE.FUCK.
I officially have no hope for the American health care system. NONE. VITAMINS FOR INTERNAL BLEEDING WHAT FAGGOTRY IS THIS? I understand that doctors need to make a living as well but when someone is DYING it is their OBLIGATION to help them, is it not?
Dear President Obama, PRZ 2 B ATTEMPTING OF THE MAKING OF THE FIXING OF THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM NAO KTHX.
I had more to say . . . but I saw Sakuya's lj post in the midst of writing this and then it took a turn in that direction . . . I'm shaking from a cross between being livid and being fucking scared.
I'll possibly be back after I calm down . . . maybe . . . |
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| meme |
[Feb. 12th, 2009|11:45 am] |
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![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) anne_beheaded tagged me.
Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.
This is going to be all over the place . . . forgive me.
1) I turned 20 on January 5th, 2009.
2) My hair is naturally blonde. I dye it darker colors and call it artificial intelligence.
3) I am in a HORRIBLE mood right now.
4) I have no direction as to where my life is going.
5) Going off the previous statement, I am confident in saying that I am in love with Vandy and the only certain thing I can say I see in my future is her.
6) As far as music goes, I will listen to anything from country to heavy metal. But I will not listen to gospel.
7) I would like to consider myself a learning Buddhist.
8) Labels irritate me, but so does lack of anything concrete.
9) I am a coffee addict. And Coca Cola, but coffee is more readily available. I like tea, too.
10) My mom hasn't been home since Monday and I speculate she's been using drugs again.
11) My dad's talking about divorce. Again. Honestly, I can't say I blame him with the way my mum's acting.
12) The ONLY thing I have EVER in my entire LIFE resented my mother for is her falling to drug addiction after 15+ years of lecturing me that it will fuck up your life (and it did fuck up her life and the lives of the rest of us). I never held it over her head, but I'm starting to think I should.
13) As of right this second, I kind of want to move out and live in a box. I turned in a very close friend over that kind of shit and I don't think I could do that to my mom but I don't want to be around it.
14) I have a sense of intuition that comes and goes but when it comes around, it is INTENSE.
15) I hate MySpace and yet I am on it every day . . . some of the apps are fun.
16) I love ljsecret and Post Secret. Sending in secrets is therapeutic. And reading the secrets makes me feel better and less alone.
17) I am more or less constantly on MSN.
18) I suffer from severe insomnia. The longest I've stayed awake is two weeks and that was most definitely not fun. Your body fucking hurts and you start hallucinating and shit.
19) I come to rely too much on others, sometimes.
20) I wear my heart on my sleeve, though sometime ago, I kept everything hidden.
21) I like memes and I'm sure my f-list on LiveJournal hates it since I post faaaaaaaaar too many each day.
22) My lj username is bakacoconut69.
23) I stopped biting my nails. But I nicked the pinky nail on my left hand with a razor while I was shaving so now there's this slice missing.
24) While I have never seen a marriage ever REALLY work out for the better, the hopeless romantic in me wants to believe that it could work for me. Marriage IS a frightening concept to me . . . but in a good way.
25) I am overcome with the intense urge to call someone and just RANT at them . . . and yet I don't want to bother anyone. |
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| V-Day Rant . . . sorry about the excessive cursing XD |
[Feb. 9th, 2009|12:23 am] |
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| | HIM - Buried Alive By Love | ] |
Is it that important to get a valentine for this holiday?
FUCK NO. VALENTINE'S DAY IS FUCKING POINTLESS.
What do you want for valentines day?
See the question above the one above this one.
I don't want ANYTHING for Valentine's Day. If someone is going to be romantic, I want it to be because they WANT to . . . not because they feel obligated over a stupid fucking holiday. I don't believe that there is just ONE day each year to be romantic . . . it should be every day or at least at random because the mood strikes you to do something nice for your sweetheart.
Do you want flowers for valentines day?
Not FOR Valentine's Day . . . we've been over this, fucker.
What is the best gift for someone?
"Showing them you care everyday instead of just Valentines XD"
^ THIS
Why do we celebrate valentines day?
Because people are lazy asses and want to cram all the romance in their life into one fucking day . . . morons.
That's right, bitches. This is Coconut's "Valentine's Day Is Moronic And Stupid" rant. I mean no offense . . . this is just my views on a holiday that I see no point in.
Overall, my reasoning is a simple question. WHY PICK ONE DAY TO SAY 'I LOVE YOU' AND BE ROMANTIC? I seriously don't understand it. You go out and buy a mass-produced PINK OR RED box of chocolates that says 'be mine' or something equally as dumb for your girl and here I'm staring at you, shaking my head and wondering 'is this out of obligation for the holiday or do they really mean that?' Buying roses and chocolates for your woman/mandude on V-Day does NOT strike me as romantic. Buying your sweetheart REAL chocolates and HAND-PICKED roses with a handwritten note and leaving them when you leave for work in the morning strikes me as romantic . . . why? Because it's a SURPRISE and you did it just because you felt like it.
A 'Valentine's Day' dinner doesn't strike me as romantic or special, either . . . if you want to go out to dinner or make your darling something special, do it because you're kind and sweet and generous because you want to give them a break from cooking and treat them like they're the greatest thing in the world. Valentine's Day dinners are OVERDONE. Seriously. Everyone does a special dinner for Valentine's Day. Be unique and PICK A DIFFERENT DAY.
Honestly . . . Valentine's Day is WAAAAAAY overrated. When I have a special someone, I like to say and show them how much I love them every chance I get. No, seriously, ask Vandigo . . . she'll tell you that I say 'I love you' WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much. But I mean it more every time. And I wish it could be more than just words, honestly. Going to have to fix that . . . ANYWAYS.
I'm a hopeless romantic, at heart. I like to go out into the middle of nowhere and look at the stars (well, not that I could do that in Seattle, but you get it). I like just sitting in comfortable silence and basking in each other's presence. I like giving little gifts that have more sentimental value than they let on because of what they symbolize to me. I like going out into the garden, if I have one, and picking flowers and surprising my love. I like calling and texting JUST to say 'I love you and I wanted to see how you were doing'. Little things AT RANDOM. February 14th or no, I am spontaneously overcome with the urge to express my emotions towards the person I love. Sue me.
LIKE THAT ONE POST I MADE ABOUT HOW MUCH I BELIEVE I AM COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH VANDIGO? YOU REMEMBER THAT ONE? IT WASN'T VALENTINE'S DAY THEN. I WAS JUST OVERCOME WITH EMOTION AND FELT THE NEED TO EXPRESS IT TO THE ENTIRE WORLD.
Another illustration of I'm not the only one:
I want to be a hell of a lot more than friends with you. Problem with actually doing that right now is the distance. I am, oddly enough, kind of a romantic. I like taking people out to dinner randomly shopping to the middle of nowhere just to look at stars. Theres really only a couple of people I ever did that with, and one of them I was in love with, so yeah. I'm a hopeless romantic. Trust me, if we were within a days driving distance of each other, I'd probably be at your house like all the time cooking for you making sure you sleep and eat snuggling taking you places just cause I can because in all honesty, I WANT to do these things with you and for you. Because I love you. I just need to get the fuck out of colorado first. XD
YES, I KNOW I'VE POSTED THAT BEFORE, BUT THAT'S NOT THE EFFING POINT. The point is, that is, by FAR, the single most romantic ranty thing I have ever heard from someone. And guess what . . . IT WASN'T ON VALENTINE'S DAY PEOPLE. And if Vandigo and I were to have half those things . . . I can assure you that it wouldn't be on Valentine's Day. It'd be because we felt like it (yeah, I am assuming here, stfu).
Now . . . I'm not ranting because "ZOMFG I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING VALENTINE BAWWW". I'm ranting because love shouldn't be restricted to one day . . . you know? "Oh here, honey, I'm buying you flowers and chocolate and this gadget thingy and we're going to dinner because the calendar says to." Does that sound romantic? FUCK NO. I DO NOT WANT THAT.
Here's the thing . . . to me, February 14th isn't JUST another day. It's Vandy's birthday . . . birthdays are a semi-big deal to me. But it's not a holiday as far as I am concerned.
Half of this rant PROBABLY doesn't make any sense . . . but . . . I'm fucking tired, okay.
Oh, and Vandigo, I'm sorry I used you as an example but . . . actually . . . I'm not. I love you <333
ALSO: Am I the only one that notices that if you pronounce "V-Day" wrong it sounds like "D-Day"? FUNNY SHIT. 8D
EDIT: x-posted like a motherfucker because I'm a bitter and spiteful bitch like that. |
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| mmmm. tired. |
[Feb. 8th, 2009|02:36 am] |
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Last night I asked Vandy if I could call her and she told me that she didn't know where her phone was and didn't want it to wake up the dogs. Understandable. BUT she promised I could call her today and talk to her all day if I wanted. Which . . . is a tad extreme.
I did plan on talking to her today, though. So earlier today, my phone decided it wasn't going to make outgoing calls AT ALL. My mom finally got my phone working, but I don't know HOW. Like . . . she grabbed the phone and dialed out to Vandy . . . who I talked to for about ten minutes and then she told me she'd call me back. Srsly, it worked JUST fine after that. My mum has the magic touch, yo. XD
Neeeeeeeeeee . . . we went to Chris and Ted's and ended up having enchiladas. Mmmmm. And Danika and a friend of hers were getting ready for this dance they were going to at the high school . . . DAMMIT, I SHOULD'VE GOTTEN A PICTURE OF HER BEFORE I LEFT, SHE LOOKED GORGEOUS. Mind you, I say that in the loving older sister kind of way. Teenager or not, she's still one of mah kids.
( picture )
That's my Danika ^^
Speaking of Danika . . . she's . . . trying to decide if she's lesbian or not, or that's what she told me. She's said she's to the point where she isn't attracted to boys at all but she doesn't know if that'll pass or not. At least she's thinking straight and knowing that while it's possible, it's not definite. I don't know. All I can really do is be there for her and let her know that I'm willing to listen and offer input where I can, even if I can't exactly HELP. She knows that . . . And Danika's also diabetic, so . . . I guess I just worry. She was in the hospital and almost died from an infection right before I moved back.
Yeah . . . the enchiladas were good. I missed them when I moved. We used to go over to Chris and Ted's all the time for dinner and then we'd have them come over . . . so much fun. And I was surprised but Vandigo actually called BACK . . . while we were at Chris and Ted's. Everyone stared at me and was all "O_____O WERE YOU JUST ON THE PHONE AND ACTUALLY TALKING????" Ja . . . things change and . . . Vandy's one of the few people I actually ENJOY talking to on the phone. That, and she never really expects me to say anything every second of the phone conversation, which is good. When the person on the other end of the line expects constant chatter . . . it doesn't help motivate me to talk. Besides, it's the weekend, so it's not like we were wasting minutes. Anyway, my mom was telling me to thank Chris and Ted for the dinner and I needed to say bye to the kids and everyone else and then I was all "can I call you back when I get home?" . . . phone tag XD
And before I left, Chris's sister Carrie was all "who was that, your girlfriend?" 'Uhm. Noooooooooo.' And then she proceeded to make fun of me, which I guess I deserve. I make fun of her all the time over her boyfriends all the time. And she wouldn't stop poking me when I was on the phone and going 'you're pregnant'. *dies* I have weird friends . . . and when I poked her back, my mom told me to not knock her up . . . wtf.
So . . . I came home and called Vandigo, no answer . . . who called me back. And I sat in my mom's room and talked to her which I never EVER EVER EVER did in Seattle with my aunt and uncle. I used to always go upstairs to my room and talk unless I had to go back downstairs to make some tea or some shit . . . I guess I am self conscious when I talk on the phone or something? either way . . . it was different but oddly entertaining to me.
Vandy and I were talking about her sister's wedding in May and how her brother-in-law's mom more or less planned the entire thing. But apparently Karleen put her foot down on the date, the dress, and the cake. Her fiance's mom wanted a German chocolate cake which is just cruel to a diabetic, since if you use artificial sweetener and such, it makes it taste HORRID. And then Vandy somehow came out with 'if you and I get married, we'll have a cake shaped like a vagina . . . and boobs.'
I must now say that Vandy . . . well . . . when I first met her and we talked about marriage and kids in passing . . . she said that she NEVER wanted to get married and NEVER wanted to have kids. So her saying that . . . 'if we get married-' . . . I don't know. It just doesn't seem like something she'd lightly talk about if she didn't mean it on some level. And yesterday, she told me to never doubt that she loves me. So . . . there is something there.
I don't know WHY her saying that made me happy . . . I mean, I figure that as long as she's there, I'm more or less content. And my mom was all 'well, weddings make people really think about things like that'.
ALSO: I mentioned to my mom about Vandy wanting a sex change in passing. She more or less said 'oh, okay' and that was that. It's not a BAD thing, actually. It means that my mom isn't bothered at all by it. I'm not sure why I thought she would be . . . my mom's never been one to judge other people or not accept them. She's one of the most accepting people I know, really.
Anyway . . . off to bed with the Nut. I'll see about catching up with the friends page on here tomorrow. |
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| read. watch vid. simple. |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|05:14 pm] |
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| | Britney Spears - Stronger | ] |
Seriously guys . . . read this and then click the link to watch the video. And sign it. Please.
Copied and pasted from an email only because I suck with using my own words.
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MESSAGE FOR YOUR FRIENDS:
Hi,
Have you heard that Ken Starr -- and the Prop 8 Legal Defense Fund -- filed legal briefs defending the constitutionality of Prop 8 and attempting to forcibly divorce 18,000 same-sex couples that were married in California last year? The Supreme Court will hear oral arguments in this case on March 5, 2009, with a decision expected within the next 90 days.
The Courage Campaign has created a video called "Fidelity," with the permission of musician Regina Spektor, that puts a face to those 18,000 couples and all loving, committed couples seeking full equality under the law.
Please watch this heartbreaking video:
http://www.couragecampaign.org/Divorce
After you watch the video, please consider joining me in signing the letter to the state Supreme Court and passing this video on to your friends. The more people who see this video, the more people will understand the pain caused by Prop 8 and Ken Starr's shameful legal proceeding.
Thanks.
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[Feb. 4th, 2009|12:38 am] |
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So . . . all day, I've been talking to Vandy on and off about whether or not we're 'just friends' because saying we're friends just doesn't seem to cover it. And it all goes back to what each of us wants . . . I finally told her what I wanted . . . and then she came out with this . . .
"I want to be a hell of a lot more than friends with you. Problem with actually doing that right now is the distance. I am, oddly enough, kind of a romantic. I like taking people out to dinner randomly shopping to the middle of nowhere just to look at stars. Theres really only a couple of people I ever did that with, and one of them I was in love with, so yeah. I'm a hopeless romantic. Trust me, if we were within a days driving distance of each other, I'd probably be at your house like all the time cooking for you making sure you sleep and eat snuggling taking you places just cause I can because in all honesty, I WANT to do these things with you and for you. Because I love you. I just need to get the fuck out of colorado first. XD"
That is the VERY condensed version. GoogleTalk had it so the list was on separate lines since she typed them as she came up with them . . . and I didn't go out of my way to edit it since it's perfect the way she said it.
She . . . and . . . okay . . . I admit to bawling at this point.
Due to lack of proper brain function . . . this entry draws to a close. |
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| FMA induces deep thinking and ramblings |
[Jan. 28th, 2009|01:45 pm] |
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| | L'Arc~en~Ciel - Ready, Steady, Go | ] |
So I'm watching Fullmetal Alchemist (STFU I still like it), and I've made it to episode 17. Well in 16, there was one of those passing characters who was a war veteran and he said something interesting.
A dream to get everything back the way it was? But once you have it, what will you do with your life? The pleasure of a dream is that it's a fantasy. If it happens, it was never a dream.
It just . . . made me stop and think. The pleasure of a dream is that it's a fantasy. If it happens, it was never a dream. One of the synonyms for dream IS fantasy. But another synonym, albeit by a different definition of the word "dream" is "goal."
http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/dream
That quote just . . . kind of stopped me in my tracks. Hell, I even paused it. But it made me think. Does this mean a dream, as in the terms of a goal, isn't really a dream since it is within your plans in reality to make it more than just a dream? Or is something a dream only before you manage to make it happen? And if a goal is a dream until it is reached and becomes reality, what is it then? Is it still considered a dream or is it something else entirely at that point?
I tried to make a concrete line of thinking here that was easy to understand . . . and I failed miserably XD
Any thoughts? |
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| the lack of real updates |
[Jan. 24th, 2009|09:31 pm] |
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Okay, so the lack of real updates . . . meh. I've been lazy. The past few days, I've been in a mildly good mood. Positive, I guess you could say.
Right now . . . I'm kind of slipping up. My friend Lauren's husband just left her and while I don't know the details . . . her bad mood kind of embedded itself to me. I'm trying to not let it overwhelm me, but . . . lack of sleep, I'm kind of feeling a little out of it to begin with.
Like right this second. I'm fighting the urge to start crying again. In all actuality, I have NO reason to cry whatsoever. Maybe I should just cry and get it over with, ne? It's not TOO overwhelming. Which means that I am doing better.
Earlier, though, I did watch a movie with my mum on Lifetime. Prayers For Bobby. Was very sad and very touching. I cried.
Now I go find other things to do. |
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| the babies |
[Jan. 24th, 2009|12:56 pm] |
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| | Gackt - Ghost | ] |
Okay, so those that knew me before I moved to Seattle probably remember that I had two pet rats named Iggy and Tsume. Unfortunately, my uncle was a dick and said absolutely not when I asked if I could bring them so I had to leave them here. My mom gave them away and, at some point, they died. What bothers me is that my mom gave them to someone she hardly knew and someone I didn't know. I would've preferred it if she would've given them back to Michelle, who we got them from, since I knew they could take care of them properly (though they DID try to use red cedar wood chips at first which is a HUGE no-no with rats, and the same with pine). Sadly, it didn't turn out that way and Iggy and Tsume passed away. I realize they would've died anyway, since I was gone for almost three years, but my brother told me this a few months after I left. They were only a year and some-odd months old at that time and the average domestic rat lives anywhere from two to five years.
Tsume and Iggy.
I was there the day they were born. I built their cage with the help of someone in Kimberly with my bare hands (and let me tell you, it fucking HURT) because the one I had for them originally just wasn't big enough. I let them run around my room when I was home. I got in trouble with my mom for taking one of them to school with me. I let them sleep with me a few times (oddly enough, they behaved themselves and went back into the cage to go to the bathroom). They were my babies and I loved them VERY much.
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YES YES YES. I MISS MY FUCKING RATS, OKAY? THEY WERE, LIKE, THE BEST PETS EVER. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO POTTY TRAIN THEM. THEY DID IT THEMSELVES. LET THEM OUT OF THE CAGE BUT LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN, AND THEY'D GO INTO IT.
I do want to have pet rats again someday soon. No, they won't replace Iggy and Tsume, but rats are nice to have around. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|06:56 pm] |
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| | Givuss - boku ga koko ni iru | ] |
A friend of mine showed me that. And it is motherfucking epic. I laughed. Srsly. XD
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| I'll admit it . . . I am TOTALLY love-sick. |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|01:35 am] |
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Okay, so I rant about Vandy about as much as I rant and rave and bitch about Jess . . . but this is HARDLY my fault. I blame Vandy for getting to me.
( long and sappy and filled with utter nonsense )
Okay . . . Coconut's done rambling about how love-sick she really is. I mean it, when I fall, I fall HARD. |
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| Obama |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|06:40 pm] |
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| | HIM - Pretending | ] |
Just watch this.
So, for the first time in a long time (since I was a kid anyway), I am proud to be American. And I have high hopes for the future.
But don't try to get into it with me with politics because, in all honesty, I hate politics with a passion hotter than the depths of hell. If you and I were to get into an argument, I would end up making an ass of myself, and I know it. Best to not go there. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|03:15 am] |
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| | Dir en Grey - The Pledge | ] |
PRZ2BCLICKIN. |
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| LoveandHugs.net |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|01:26 am] |
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| | The 69 Eyes - Christina Death | ] |
I meant to put this up here last night.
LoveandHugs.net
It's a GLBT site by one of Sakuya's friends. She originally had one hosted on Weebly, but she got sick of the limitations. So far, she's got a few articles and such. And she ended up adding a feature that's a lot like MySpace . . . only better.
I joined. .D |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|10:20 pm] |
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| | HIM - Wicked Game | ] |
ur mom will die & u will have bad relationship problems unless u repost as:
SHOCKER!(IF U HAVE A LITTLE DICK)
MAKEOUT- (if you're taken)
HIGH-(if you are confused, and alone)
SEX-(if you like someone but NOT SURE HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT U)
NAKED(if your taken and loving it)
DRUNK (if ur single and not really sure about anything )
BLOODY ROSE -- (you're about to give up and hate life)
COCAINE-(missing your ex)
VODKA- (there's no point in liking the person u like)
WEED- (if ur just taking life as it comes)
COCA COLA-(if u just dont understand relationships at all)
BOOBS-(if ur a ninja turtle!)
KISSING-(if u like someone and they like u but ur not going out)
PENIS(if your reposting this jst becuz penis is a funny word)
SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IN : 1 hour
I saw it on MySpace . . . they're just SO annoying and I absolutely LOATHE them. At the same time, they're funny.
And here is an example of the conversations Vandy and I have in LJ comments . . . one of the more TAME ones, at least. I'm bakacoconut69 and she is vandigo (obviously). And don't mind syncordi . . . he's always been a dork. <<<<<< is a link btw |
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