We're having wonderful, wonderful weather. Dark clouds, light sprinkles, many puddles. Makes me feel excited about being alive for this time of year. The best time of year. Fortunately for us our power hasn't been knocked out or anything like our friends (though, if you can't whip out some candles and amuse yourself with a book, coloring pages, or some good conversation then you should really rethink your life!). But it's toasty inside and chilly out and that's just the way I like it! Mind you, the sand being dragged indoors isn't very pleasant though.

Last weekend I spent the better part of my afternoon and evening with The Boys. We drove to Hollywood and they reminisced about concerts they went to while we ate at their usual 'pit stop'. Then it was off to the Griffith Observatory! The parking lot was full, so we parked a ways down and trekked on up. It just reassured me of what I already knew: I am majorly out of shape. I was the slowest one, but despite being sick I still think I would have gone at that pace. It was packed! Families everywhere! Old and young! It was beautiful, to see such interest in our planet. We wasted a dollar on the viewing binocular things (which I could barely see out of, even with my tip-toeing). We even sat with Einstein. Everyone was surprised at how long this big beautiful baby's been around, feels like only a couple years since we've been here! A man was offering people a meteorite to touch, and after my boyfriend shooed us away saying it was radioactive, we decided it was time for dinner.

So off to dinner! We didn't eat. We played arcade games for a few hours. Then dined on some lovely fast food, discussed who could say what in that language, shared our impressions, and finally talked about disturbing position during the act of coitus. To think, originally we were going to go to the LA Zoo. Which I still want to do (I want to see a real giraffe!).

I hate my boyfriends schedule currently. I'll never get to see him with him going back and forth between two jobs. Boo hoo!

Argh. I'm having some sort of uncomfortable allergic reaction to any number of bacterial growths or spores in my house. It sucks.

Don't you just hate when you wish people would notice your work, and when they do, it's only to tell you how much you fucked up? Really, I feel completely worthless after that. It turns into a pessimistic spiral of self-pity and moping around. Totally not worth it, I understand, but one can't help it.

Our hallway has a very large wall and it's completely bare. I want to paint something on it. Something nice and colorful, because this house needs color. Any ideas?

I have more creativity in the crud beneath my toenails than some people. Really.
I don't think I could ever think inside the box. I can't be literal. Everything you do in life is literal and strict, so why would you want to be a stiff whilst playing a game? Slags.

What's worse is I have to miss the second episode of The Big Bang Theory tonight! Why me!

I have a MySpace and a facebook, but I don['t use them. Cos I don't understand any of it. So... Fuck Twitter.

Drinking by yourself on a Saturday night.

My friend Onion Butt and I are one day apart. Exactly. I'm one day older. I am the twelfth and he is the thirteenth. I found out one night when we all went to dinner at The Magic Lamp. So when we both went to the store to get alcohol last night, we both had to pull out our ID's. The cashier had to mention it.

Cashier: Huh! Would you look at that! Born the day after her! *shows courtesy clerk* Crazy! Same year.

Me: Wow. You actually CHECK IDs? *Everyone stares at me because that's rude to say to a guy who's just doing his job.* Well... heh... good thing we weren't born in the same hospital... or that'd be WEIRD... *leaves embarrassed*

Yeah. Seriously. It was kind of awkward. Like, what if we didn't know each other? Well, then my boyfriend told us a story about how last week he carded three guys (he had to mention they were asian) that all had the same exact birthday as him. And they were all going to see District Nine. What a crazy world!

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Chinese woman boiled man’s head in soup to treat daugther’s psychiatric problems
Ani
June 24th, 2009

LONDON - In the hope of finding a cure for daughter’s psychiatric problems, a woman in China boiled a man’s head in a soup, local newspaper reported.

Back in 2008, Lin Zongxiu, from the southwestern province of Sichuan had heard that soup made with a man’s head could help cure her daughter who had suffered from psychiatric problems for years, the Chengdu Commercial newspaper reported.

After learning the information, Lin and her husband decided to enlist the help of a man in December who knocked unconscious a drunk 76-year-old passer-by before beheading him, the paper claimed.

The couple then gave their 25-year-old daughter soup made from the man’s head, and duck, reports The Telegraph.

On Monday a local court sentenced the murderer to death with a two-year reprieve, and Lin was convicted of helping to destroy evidence that included the culprit’s bloody clothes and shoes, the paper said. (ANI)

Been going through a weird nostalgic thing lately. Power Rangers, Teenage Turtles, Ghost Busters, Hey Arnold, and Tiny Toons. And now I've come to the conclusion that I absolutely love Egon Spengler. He's just amazing. And intellimagent. And I like that. Plus, I was a pretty lame little kid.

Pretty lame.

I don't go online much because I find it just as difficult to make friends online as it is IRL. Is that just sad or what? Socializing is a tedious task anyway...

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a sitcom. My adventures always include Michael, Julio, myself, and my boyfriend. The other night, on our way to pick up some note cards for my french and spanish, we drove by the Casino. A limo pulled out, so of course I was curious to see who was in it. In the back seat, there was a blond with no clothing doing what obviously looked like riding a gentleman's cock. Then they got on the freeway.

I hope someone had a camera in there.

MEME - Stolen from B.

FIRST: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.

SECOND: Tag eight sexy people. Don't refuse to do that like a pansy. Don't tag who tagged you. In short: OBEY. MY WORD IS LAW. NO TAG BACKS!

TAGGING: DO IT IF YOU WANT. I dont have anyone to tag. ;___;

Who sleeps in bed next to you?
Creepy crawly things that enjoy biting me. And my boyfriend, Mario.

What's one of the strangest things that has ever happened to you?
Having an escaped convict come up to my car and tell me I'm pretty, then proceed to tell my boyfriend to eat me out. Seriously, he gave us advice on how to steal an entire outfit from Walmart.

What kind of magazines do you read?
I read the cover of various tabloid magazines. Why pay when I can read three covers and figure out that Rob Patterson and that one girl are obviously making up for daddy not paying attention to them as children.

If you could see one band in concert right now, any band, dead or alive, which would it be?
It's a sad, sad day when The Cramps have gone away. Tragique.

What's really creepy?
The people that tape and/or put up murder videos.

Name one odd item within five feet of you.
A usb powered fan and a Fallout 3 bobblehead.

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Besides my own ego (I stroke it often), I'm obsessed with Dr Pepper, FOREIGN STUFF (currently french, but it fluctuates), and The Big Bang Theory!

Where would you like to go right now if you had enough money?
Planet Love, France, Belgium, England, Italy (before it sinks).

What are you most excited for?
Halloweeeeeeen! Everything else is less important. Even breathing.

What websites do you always visit when you go online?
YouTube, LJ, Vimeo.

What was the last thing you bought?
Delicious books.

What's you favorite season?
Autumn. It's comfy cozy.

Does the weather affect your mood?
When the temperature reaches 69 degrees Fahrenheit I go ballistic. I'm a modern day Mr. Hyde.

What is your zodiac sign?
TANGERINE MIRELURK COOKIES.

Do you want to learn another language?
I can't speak English very well, and it's my native tongue. But I'm currently learning SEVERAL other languages. Poorly I might add.

5 things (not people) you can't live without?
Flowers, books, writing utensil & paper (you can't have one without the other), a bed, mysteries.

Do you have any siblings?
I come from a litter of little shits. Four brothers (none completely biological) and two other siblings (completely biological, unfortunately, but not completely sane)

Close your eyes. What's the first thing you see/imagine?
A butterfly face attached to a dancers body, pretending to be a giraffe whilst a bunch of flowers kill themselves on the floor, ripping out petals.

What's your earliest memory?
When I was three and I stabbed myself in the leg because I thought I was old enough to cut it myself. On my leg.

Say something to the person who tagged you:
What? Do I got shit on my face?

I feel stretched, like dough. I've been pulled too far and now there's a hole tearing through my middle and it's very difficult to mend. I don't know where my minds gone these past few days, but it's nowhere near my brain. I cry randomly and dance randomly and feel randomly. I can't explain anything. I want a baby and I don't know how to make the wanting go away.

Recently, I stumbled onto an adorable video of a little french girl. Her name is Capucine. She is incredibly creative, which makes me feel sad. Because most children nowadays are so absorbed in video games and television and she just seems so whimsical. Even more whimsical it seems is her mother. If only more families were so. I love adorable children.

In news about myself, today I was quite randomly nauseated at work and got sick. I felt fine and then I came home and it hit me again. What I need right now is cheering up.

Its disgusting how I let myself get emotionally thrashed and bashed.

My shoes came in the mail. OF COURSE my calves are still too fat but I'll make it work...

MAN.

Yesterday was a surprisingly not boring day. After much discussion I went to Pasadena (Where Big Bang Theory is set) and hung out with Duckie. Actually hanging out in Pasadena at ten in the awful morning wasn't that great. None of the shops were open, so we walked up and down Colorado and the back streets, all over this damn town, and when they opened, I realised I didn't even have money to buy anything. Bugger. But I did go to the Cheesecake Factory which was another huge disappointment.

But it was my morning that was most exciting. I woke up late, came in and out of the house four or five times due to forgetting essentials like wallet and keys, went to get gas and had the nozzle shoot out of the car and douse me with a lovely $1.41 worth of gasoline, went home and changed, still smelled like gas, and then I'm pretty sure I got some sort of food poisoning from Cheesecake Factory. Because I spent a good deal of time with the porcelain goddess. Then I played pictionary with the boys.

My rabbit is probably sick and I can't afford to take her to a vet. I can barely afford to go to my own doctor. Medical care is a bitch.

Add your mother on Facebook/Myspace.



Because she doesn't need to read your self-pitying bs. Really.

My boyfriend, and amazing technical support, uploaded the photos on my phone. Which, essentially, is my camera. Uploading photos from a phone doesn't seem difficult, but for some reason my service carrier finds it profitable, so we had to hack my phone to get it to work. Don't worry, the phones warranty (if it had one) was voided long ago when I dropped it in the toilet for the first time.

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I feel very bored and lonely. My boyfriend is currently under the impression that I work tomorrow and therefore I should be asleep right now. Little does he know I plan to sleep in till four AM and prank him by freaking out. Then I'll get ready and ask him to take me to work, only to yell "Gotcha!" When we're half way down the freeway.

You have lived 7975 days, 23 hours, 34 minutes and 27 seconds in this life.

I do not know how you feel about *****************, but it seems that you were male in your last incarnation.

You were born somewhere in the territory of modern East Australia, around the year 1775.

Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Your main task is to make the world more beautiful. Physical and spiritual deserts are just waiting for your touch. Keep smiling!

If only.