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Interview wit' da Vam-parr.

Thu, 20 May 2004 17:29:23 GMT

Dear God. Two cups of delicious chocolate pudding at lunch. Mmm mmm mmm.

Anyway, let's get to work.

This sucks. I'm grounded until school's out. The crime? I failed English. Wait, lemme rephrase that.

I FAILED English.

There we go.

Now this wouldn't normally bother me, being as accustomed to being grounded as I am. But I've got a real issue with it, as Lita only lives about what... 20 minutes away? But still, I can't see her because I'm failing English. Spit spit spit.

I feel so antsy...

I've been an odd person lately. I'll go to school and be all happy and nice, and then I'll go home and do the same. Yet somehow I'm convinced something's wrong... But then again, when isn't something wrong with me?

Ah well.

I miss Lita. I wanna throw myself into a wall covered with spikes and fall backward, spewing frothing ribbons of blood, and land on a clown. Only his happy face will turn sad. That'd be cool.

Mmm, satire.

God I wish I had something to write about. I'm sorry I don't update, folks, but nothing is really happening. At all. Except the obvious. Which is pissing me off. G'night.

Fri, 23 Apr 2004 13:41:09 GMT

I have enough money to kill all of you.

Really tight Korn shirt!

Thu, 15 Apr 2004 13:34:08 GMT

"We need a leprechaun, man."
"Or Jesus! He's like... ten leprechauns!"

I'm in a really good mood today. Dunno why.

Lyle and Amanda are staring at me, watching my every move. But Amanda called me an ass and said she's actually staring at the screen. And then she said very good. Yay, now she's sitting next to me. And, uh... that's it.

I've got nothing to write about!

I hate being happy!

Wait, no I don't.

I'll stroke YOUR genius!

Wed, 14 Apr 2004 14:04:15 GMT

I caught a cold cuz I walked to school in the freezing weather... why the hell is it so cold in the middle of April?!

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Wed, 14 Apr 2004 13:33:13 GMT

Wait a sec, I don't actually have anything to write here.

Ummm... okay, maybe I'll talk about the weekend.

Me and Lita went to her friend Brandon's house... t'was fun. We sat there silently until I said 'Spaceley's fat,' which caused me and Brandon to laugh for at least five minutes straight.

The office will not gripe at me for wearing a shirt that says 'Boy that's pimp!'. Playboy shirts, yes, I understand the criticism. But as a pimp I am not responsible for what goes on in the bedroom! I only make it happen. Thank you.

Lita wrote me something... I tried my own version of it, but it filled a page. That's scary. Kinda nice, though. I might post it on here some time.

Blah, blah, blah.

Blah!

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 18:38:30 GMT

Log in.

***You have new messages***

Okay, whatever. It's probably from Lita, maybe she sent me one of her beautiful little writings or poems. I love those. I'll check it at home.

Let's see... nightsight.

Doesn't work?! What the... okay, fortify.

Nothing. Lifevision?

I guess Glasse forgot Corpus.

A thought... celerity.

Okay, the skill I do not yet have in Corpus seems to work, nothing else does.

That and masquerade...

What the?! Why am I in the trees above the Sentaari guildhall?

Who's been playing Glasse?

Oh... I've had some weird hex from Severn. Musta looked the wrong way at a Syssin or something.

So why did he give me Celerity?

The Legend of Blood-boy!

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 18:19:51 GMT

French class. I'm supposed to be finishing the project, as this is the last day. Though my searching for holocaust pictures doesn't quite stray from the subject matter, I'm only doing it because I'm sick and I want to see burnt people, not a grade on a Powerpoint project.

Powerpoint is so easy. I could make Photoshop quality crap on there if I wanted...

For some odd reason I've been trying to find out who the people are behind the masks they wear on Aetolia. It's pretty interesting. I know Callisto already, the great and mighty Subterfuges, here on LJ. Leeta's an easy one, and I know whoever plays Fortenrus is named David...

Lovely community that game is.

I had a really neat dream. I had a t-shirt casted of solid bronze, and all over the place people would ask me to help them with mediocre tasks of no great importance.

"Hey! You, the guy with the metal shirt! Come over here and help me plant my petunias!"

"Help! My house is on fire! Oh! That boy is wearing a shiny bronze t-shirt! He can help!"

Good stuff.

Kristine calls me blood-boy now.

...

I'm looking for something to write about.

Bitscape soundtrack! There we go. Tracks include...
1. Mother Bitscape - Prayer (Disturbed)
2. Gridlocked - Bodies (The Smashing Pumpkins)
3. Traffic Report - Intergalactic (Beastie Boys)
4. Green Marine - Click Click Boom (Saliva) (say what'cha want!)
5. Pylons - La Mer (Nine Inch Nails)
6. Snipers - Aerials (System of a Down)
7. 10,000,000 Bullet Shells - Science (System of a Down)
8. Arkadia - Edgecrusher (Fear Factory)
9. Darkstorm Desert - Bleed the Sky (Reveille)
10. The Iron Age - Cicatriz E.S.P. (The Mars Volta)
11. Gauge Is Waiting - Crime of the Century (Supertramp)
12. Lord of Lies - Catarax (Reveille)
13. Guntech Soldier - What You Got (Reveille)
14. The Starship Dawn - Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode)
15. Astrolabe - Beautiful (The Smashing Pumpkins)
16. Butterfly - Vertigo Motel (Dog Fashion Disco)
17. The Universe's Pet - Tears For a Moonlit Knight (Original)

It's the best compilation of music into a video game you've never heard of and can't play yet. The artwork on the CD and whatnot might warrant a few purchases, though. Anyone got three bucks?

Furi kuri is kinda like this, where you do it with your hands.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 18:32:35 GMT

So I'm in French class, pretending to do my 'France in WWII' assignment, when all of a sudden it hits me: I just don't care. The instant this little revelation came to light, images of French bombers and white flags were replaced with Bleed the Sky and re-runs of FLCL.

I think I may have just achieved Nirvana...

It's weird.

So how was your day? Mine involved dodging the subject of sex and a fondness for clouds. I also got really tired of my latest CD and tossed it at a truck, but no one knows that yet, especially not the truck's owner, who has a lovely scratch to discover. Maybe he'll find the CD under his right rear tire and accept it as payment for damages...

So where was I? Oh, right.

"So what's the big deal, Brendon? You stop caring at least fourteen times a day," says the ignorant masses. Pretend you are the ignorant masses. Because you are.

"Yeah," I respond, "But this time I really don't care. About anything... well, I can think of one thing, but everyone says it... or should I say... she is an obsession. A phase. A fad. It will satisfy me and then become a statistic: death by motorbike."

(Sorry Kristine, I guess I get hung up on things...)

Boy would I love to prove you folks wrong. I'm in a relationship with a girl I met online, have only actually seen twice (even if it was about a week's worth of time), and I feel like I'm already ready to marry her. Okay, it's not there yet, but I was never above using over-exaggerated analogies. I'm sure someone reading this will say 'amen.'

It's like I told her...

"Does it bother you if I brag about you?"

"No, I'm just glad you have something to brag about..."

"Well I do because I feel good enough to do so. I feel like a little kid who just caught a big fish and he wants to show his dad." I smiled warmly as I thought about what I just said.

"That's a good analogy."

I wish the sky would turn yellow...

So how was your day?

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Five bones to the cage!

Mon, 29 Mar 2004 14:38:18 GMT

Life used to suck. Then I met Lita.

Whew, last weekend was like that Marilyn Manson song. We played Halo drunk, we went to Taco Bell with 5 people in the car, ordered a small chicken quesadilla in a ridiculous French accent, and threw it out the window. We stole two "welcome" door mats. Some old guy named Rooster who had to be at least sixty years old came over to pass around a joint. Oh, and crank calls.

It's weird how doing all the stupid stuff your parents tell you not to makes you feel like you lived.

Oh, and thank you Lita, I still can't walk straight. Ow...

I love her so much.

™.

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 14:18:09 GMT

Funny thing about school. Most people hate it, I fear it. I imagine I get the same look on my face as a dog does when you throw them into the shower and turn the water on.

I haven't read anything good in a long while. I hope a certain someone can fix that... *cough*

Well, with the server to my website being down, my only online refuge right now is this journal...

"I-iii'm... D-eeeee... fective..."

Nice song.

The thing I hate most is that people ignore others' problems, but expect everyone to care about theirs. It makes me sick. How about you?

Ecstacy is fun...

Thu, 04 Mar 2004 15:04:34 GMT

My dad is gone, I'm lonely and want to talk to someone, and I spent 10 bucks on a CD with only 5-6 songs I like. How was your day?

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 14:14:00 GMT

Life tries to tell you things that, in your infinite imperfection, you don't understand.

I have strange dreams where I am a frightened young woman, being maliciously tortured by people I can't see.

The same person mysteriously appeared to me on Valentine's Day last year. The night my dad left the house, she was on my bed.

Am I dreaming?

Have I ever been awake?

Fri, 27 Feb 2004 14:42:21 GMT

I want to stab something and watch it bleed.

I have fury!

Fri, 20 Feb 2004 14:54:40 GMT

Hmm... dusty ol' Livejournal. What'cha been up to? Nothing? Good.

I've been doing deep-fried nothing for the past few weeks! Well, just web development, really... I've got a site at http://www.vertigocity.tk/, so take a gander.

That, and a lot of Final Fantasy XI... God, it's worse than Evercrack.

Hmm... I felt like wearing a tie to school today, and I have a craving for a 3 Musketeers bar. Dunno why. If only someone HADN'T MOOCHED 50 CENTS OFF OF ME!!! *cough*

Found my glasses. A long time ago. Yippee. Now I can look like an anime dork again.

I think I'll finish my little Powerpoint assignment now...

What's this crap?

Fri, 30 Jan 2004 14:28:44 GMT

I dunno, I feel like updating since I don't get to too often. I am here... chillin' like a villain in art class. It's alright, I guess. Mrs. Nesmith will probably come yell at me to get off of her computer.

I got my scanner working, so http://vertigocity.lookingat.us/ may actually have some content sometime soon. I hope so, it's gonna be one (random expletive) of a website.

Subterfuges turned out to be pretty awesome, I hope I make her feel uncomfortable by saying that. Hey you!

I'm gonna go watch Excel Saga at Jeremy's.

Disorder!

Sat, 17 Jan 2004 08:14:00 GMT

Where in hell are my glasses?!

Never known...

Sat, 17 Jan 2004 08:13:34 GMT

I'm at Jeremy's house.

I've gotten a lot of things off my chest. Jeremy knows how I've been secretly envious of his entire existence for a while now. It's pretty cool how we can sit there and talk about the most personal possible things for hours, the whole time finishing eachother's sentences because we know the other so well.

I love him. In a non-sexual, masculine way, of course. *assuring cough*

That, and I need to break up with Melissa. I've wanted to love her, and I've tried... but she doesn't seem right for me. Like it's been said, it's not 'clicking.' I can't do to her what... eh, nevermind. Read dementiafetish's journal if you want to know what it's like. I hate this... I dunno how to break up...

Damn Jeremy and that Lita. He's gotten what I've always wanted: someone to love him. Maybe that's why I was so jealous... why I felt that little burning sensation in my heart every time I thought of him and her.

I wish Jeremy knew what the sensation felt like. I feel sorry for him.

Hey now.

Mon, 12 Jan 2004 19:36:51 GMT

I'm in English class! Or something. My mom bought FFXI for herself. Craziness.

She isn't that bad anymore... I've gone from hating her to sometimes disliking her, which is usually acceptable of most teenage guys my age.

Excerpt from Aetolia 'cause it's late

Sat, 10 Jan 2004 09:55:57 GMT

Now, you have the option of going through the aforementioned interactive tour. It is highly recommended that you do so, though not necessary. At any time during the introduction, you may type GRADUATE to end it prematurely.

Do you wish to participate in the tour of Aetolia? (yes/no) > fuck that noise!

Alright. You are being transported to the Ring of Portals. This location has many exits leading to various important places in the land. The world has been alerted to your existence, so don't be afraid to ask for help!

Congratulations! Your time as a novice in Aetolia is over and you may now embark on the many adventures that await you. You should probably now read HELP NEWPLAYERS to get an idea of how to begin.

A Guide named Hansel is currently on-line and available to help you, if needed. The best way to ask a Guide for help is to use the newbie channel.

Simply type
'newbie could someone please help me?'
:
You have 21 days left to take advantage of the bonus lessons when buying credits. 'HELP CREDITS' will tell you more.
:look
The Ring of Portals.
You stand within a ring of eleven portals that lead to various destinations all over the land. The ground beneath your feet is cloaked in a thick impenetrable mist, but feels spongy and insubstantial to the touch. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A sign floats above the ground here. Hansel, the Guide is here, wreathed in divine fire. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Validan, Paladin Recruit is here. He wields an
Amber Sword in his left hand and a steel shortsword in his right (cause he's stupid). You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, down and in.
:
Validan bows respectfully to Hansel.
:
Hansel, the Guide says, "Feel free. As a novice, you have the advantage of being able to get back all of your lessons when you quit the guild."
:
Please type HELP POLICIES and make sure you read and understand our policies, so that there is no confusion later on.
:
Validan leaves to the southwest.
:
Validan appears in a flash of light. Sometimes it is good to be a newbie!
:describe self a disturbing little man, with unruly black hair and the appearance of one who has spent a great deal of their free time running nude through a thorn patch or two. You will now be described as "a disturbing little man, with unruly black hair and the appearance of one who has spent a great deal of their free time running nude through a thorn patch or two."

When describing yourself, keep in mind that your race and your clothing is already described. Furthermore, the format of the description will look like:
He is a human and is .
:l me
He is a human and is a disturbing little man, with unruly black hair and the appearance of one who has spent a great deal of their free time running nude through a thorn patch or two. He is completely naked.
:twitch
You twitch spasmodically.
:say dressed for success
You say, "Dressed for success."
:
Hansel, the Guide says, "What're you jacking your jaw about, Papers?"
:
Validan gives a pained sigh.
:say don't you talk to me, bitch!
You say, "Don't you talk to me, bitch!"
:Ivy-covered archway to Minia.
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. Vellis, the butterfly collector potters about nearby. A complex, many-tiered fountain sprays a fine salty mist into the air as the water flows from bowl to bowl. You see exits leading northeast, southeast and south.
:
Nearing the Liruma scrublands. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading north, southeast, south and west.
:
Highway north of the Aureliana. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading east, south and west.
:
Passing the Aureliana Forest. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading east and northwest.
:
Highway skirting the Aureliana Forest. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading southeast and northwest.
:
Skirting the Aureliana Forest. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading north, southeast, south and west.
:
Common Room of the Crystal Leaf Inn.
A large basket of flowers hangs from the ceiling. A cute little humgii is sitting here placidly, attached to a leash. A beautifully carved chess board is attached firmly to a heavy stand here. You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale. You see exits leading east, south, west and up.
:
Skirting the Aureliana Forest. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading north, southeast, south and west.
:
East of the Shunai Bridge. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading northeast, east and west.
:
Shunai Bridge. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. An elegant white letter is in danger of being soiled here. You see exits leading east and west.
:
Along the Prelatorian highway. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading east and northwest.
:
North of Trees. (road)
Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. You see exits leading north, southeast, south and southwest.
:yell OCCULTISTS!
You yell, "OCCULTISTS!"
:convulse
You fall to the ground and convulse wildly.
:suicide
Are you sure you wish to permanently commit suicide? Type AGREE to continue, or anything else to cancel.
:agree
Very well. Bye!

You feel your insides clench as your soul is frozen.
You have played 1 games.

Goodbye for now!

Interesting.

Sat, 10 Jan 2004 09:38:34 GMT

Oddly, I felt somewhat nervous of the content of my first post, but then this damn song came on and I felt really relaxed. 28 Days Later was a movie too good for the people of our age. The soundtrack is no different, simple sounding music to the shallow, mortal ear, yet resoundingly meaningful if you are trained in recognizing art in everything that assaults your senses.

I need to listen to the Rotten Apples CD Jeremy got me for Christmas. You rule, man.

Dammit, Joey just farted in his sleep. That's what I get for using his computer independently of him at 3:38 in the morning.

If you could see the grin on my face.

Sat, 10 Jan 2004 09:30:34 GMT

I would like to begin by enforcing against the use of my actual name when replying to anything on this journal. Couldn't have that showing up on search engines, now could we? Be creative. God knows you're not paid enough to be.

Yes, I'm back, you little scrotum-sacks. I'm as haughty and arrogant as ever, with a touch of poetic... er, ness thrown in for flavor.

Updates on my life since I died:

1. I own a useless pair of beautiful, $30 Vash the Stampede yellow sunglasses.
2. I am artistically inspired to no end by just about anything I lay my eyes on. Please make sure to cover yourself.
3. My mom's a nut.
4. I really hope she doesn't find this journal. Hey mom, if ya do, go ahead and kick me out of the house. I tried the repentent, 'I'll be a good Christian' stuff, but I guess it didn't work. Sorry to let you down.
5. Final Fantasy XI is pretty tight. Such a shame they forgot the story.
6. I seem to have acquired a wider taste in music. My friends can't stand that I'll go from Smashing Pumpkins to Beastie Boys to Nelly back to Fear Factory, with a nice dose of AC/DC. The follies of shunning imperfections...

Eh, forget the numerical list format.

Yeah, it's good to be back. My friends list contains a good two people, since I forgot the journal names of anyone else who gave a flying crap about me. I'm sorry if you did.

Life's been lukewarm gravy for me for a while. You know, the kind that's kinda warm... there, there, and there... and cold everywhere else. Eating it's an adventure, y'know?

The warm side of the gravy involves beefing up one's drawing skills to near-professional levels, apparently not caring about being egotistical anymore, and still playing freakin' Aetolia. That's a drug, not a game. Jeremy's cooler than ever, he's still the perfect example of a best friend after all these years. And he looks pretty cool in that black scarf. Oh, and there's always Melissa. She helps bring a smile to my face. My mom doesn't even disapprove of her, as if that mattered.

The cold side? Let's see... how about we start with my future? Or lack thereof? Nevermind. Anyone who wants to hear that can take it up with me personally. *shuffles through stack of cards* There's... well, actually, I'm still that type that doesn't let stuff get to me too easy. Nevahmind.

How about relationships? Last time we looked at you, absolutevertigo , you were still a dork pining over a girl ten times out of your league. Updates? Well, I still pine over her, a lot, though I didn't tell her that... (Hi Kristine!) She's only about nine times out of my league now... I wanna say eight and a half actually, and the fact that she has a cool boyfriend that I get pretty jealous of doesn't help me. And I'm not really that much of a dork anymore, in my humble opinion. Wait, I have a girlfriend, don't I?

Damn. Melissa, I love you, but maybe I picked the wrong person. I'm too complicated, and you thrive on being simple. And it works for you. You're adorable that way. But crap, it's making it hard not to chug this relationship along at 2 MPH. Shit. Now I feel really bad for saying that... I wanna go jump into a pool of something. Preferably something bakeable.

Now that I think of it, the only person I missed over the summer was Kristine...

Shit. I have a problem.

And I say shit far too often.

Boy, I hope Kristine's boyfriend doesn't get mad at me for some reason. You're still cool, Stephen! Or Steven... or...

This song rules.