Hokay so. I am bored and have hit writer's block with my prompts, so I decided to do a random meme that I yoinked from hecticity. 

An anonymous/screened meme thing. Is there anything you want to tell me, anything I should know, anything you've been really dying to talk to someone about? Even (or perhaps especially) if you're afraid to say it with your name attached to it?

Anonymous commenting is on, IP logging is off and I've screened anonymous comments on this post, too. Tell me what's going on in your life. Tell me what you think is the most important thing in the world. Tell me what you think of me, if you want, though this is really more about you -- but if there's something you've been wanting to get off your chest and it relates to me, go right ahead.

It can be silly or profound, just make it truthful. And please specify whether you want your comment unscreened, if you do; or if you'd prefer that I got in touch with you some way other than commenting back (I will re-screen your comments unless you tell me not to, when commenting). 



ETA: Realized something was off about my settings. I think I may have accidentally turned Anonymous commenting off, but it should be fine now. I also turned off IP-logger, which I also forgot to do.

Even though this summer has been kiiiiiiind of shitty, due to the fact that I've barely seen hide or hair of any of my friends since school let out....


I figured I'd make a happy entry. You know, as a change of pace XD.


I have a job. I'm working as a hostess at Gold Coast Grill, which is this upper-scale place that a lot of business people go to, and they have a live band Friday nights. I get a tipshare, too, which is neat. I'm not sure how good a hostess I'll be, but I hope I do okay. I don't really know how well I think on my feet to be honest...>> The owner is the father of my brother's best friend, so...hopefully that gives me some sort of advantage.... I also don't like not having a flexible schedule, but that's what comes with being employed.

This summer has been orgasmic, movie-wise. I've seen Get Smart twice, once with my friends and once with my family, and holy shit it's hilarious. Steve Carell is amazing, the Rock is obnoxious (but at least it was a character trait this time), and Anne Hathaway was wtf gorgeous. 

I saw WALL-E and Kung Fu Panda pretty close together, and I think I've figured out the difference between Pixar and Dreamworks. Dreamworks, there are a lot more jokes, usually slightly more famous people doing the voices, things like that, and they usually prodouce fun movies. But. Pixar produces high. quality. stuff. holy crap. Things like Finding Nemo, the Toy Story movies, Monsters Inc, they're all juset so creative and amazing. And I love the shorts.
Anyway. WALL-E is amazing, and I wish I had an excuse to buy it, but my brother's really too old for it. There is social commentary that you wouldn't believe, and the robots are so effing cute and I just loved it. I'm seeing it again Saturday, hopefully.

I saw Kung Fu Panda with my brother and his best friend, and it was really cute, and it had the perfect ending, I think. It was also hilarious cause...it's Jack Black. As a fat panda. Come on.

Wanted. Holy shit Wanted. I want to say it's like a cross between Fight Club and The Matrix. It has a similar style and storytelling technique to Fight Club, and the action is pretty remeniscent of The Matrix, although there's no realy scifi element to it. So, in conclusion, see it. Many times.


I was supposed to see Dark Knight in about 40 minutes at the midnight showing, but Sara's mom is stoopid and won't let her friend Shatzkin drive, and he was our only transportation back. Bitchtits.



DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS ORGASMIC? THE WHO. NO LIE.

There was a vh1 tribute concert for them on tonight with Foo Fighters, Incubus, Tenacious D, The Flaming Lips and Pearl Jam, and a bunch of celebrities doing the introduction. And then the Who played for about an hour. Me and my dad were kind of internally squeeing a lot. And while I love all those bands, I really think Pearl Jam does the best Who covers I have ever heard. Reign O'er Me and Real Me both gave me goosebumps (but then again, they're also musical masterpieces, so that might have something to do with it). 
And The Who. Oh my God. Pete Townsend still owns at the guitar, and Roger Daltrey, although it's a little more difficult for him now, can still scream like...yeah. A lot. The drummer was Keith Moon's....student, I think. Younger guy. And I don't know about the bassist. 
They also did these little video tribute thingies to Keith Moon and John Entwistle.
And they opened with Baba O'Reilly. Shit, man. 




So. This got me thinking about music. And how much music I need on my iTunes. Fo sho.

So I'm going to put a list behind the cut, and if you have it, pleeeease send it to me. And if there are any songs you want that I happen to have, I will do the same for you. I tried to alphabatize it, but because it's a little late I most likely made some glaring mistakes.

( MUSIC HOLY CRAP )

Putting this out of the cut so you'll see it....

IF ANYBODY HAS ANY RECORDING OF TARAVELLA'S LES MIZ PRODUCTION, SENNNNNDNDNNDND ITTTTTTTT TO MEEEEE




Also putting this out of the cut because there's not that many of you. ANY SUPERNATURAL FAN NERDS!
I'm ambitiously looking to get all the songs featured on the episodes. If you have any, LET ME KNOWWWWW. I'll tell you if I already have any of it. 
THAT MEANS YOU  hecticity, he_will_save_me AND terraneanblues (although I know you're not really online much anymore)!!!!!!!!!

A very very updated version of something I posted a bit ago involving books I want to read and buy, and books I have read (this year).

Would appreciate input!

My little brother is possibly the sweetest kid on the planet.

I had an argument with my parents (well, my mother, really), which really boiled down to me being a spoiled rotten immature teenager. I only realized this when I had shut myself in my room and relayed the situation in my head. Anyway. I had basically ruined everyone's night and mood, and I felt so bad I wasn't even going to come into dinner. Except, my mother knocked on the door and said "if you don't come in to dinner I will be angry." Figured that was a good enough reason. So I came in but I didn't eat anything. I wasn't really all that hungry, especially after all the whining and crying I did shut up in my room, but also, hamburgers were for dinner, and hamburgers are the one thing my mom makes that I really can't stand (I like hamburgers, just not hers). So I just sat there staring at my knees, speaking when spoken to, generally looking and feeling really badly for myself (and in hindsight, probably in no way helping anyone else's mood). So I left at the earliest opportunity, sticking my dinner in the fridge and mumbling something about "later" and "microwaves."

So I go into my room to loaf around on the internet and sulk when my little brother knocks on the door saying, "Open the door and look down." By the time I heave myself pathetically off my bed and slouch over to the door, there are, on top of a note in his horrible handwriting (and virtually unintelligable spelling), are two Oreos and a cup of milk, which is my absolute most favorite thing to eat in existence. I'll relay what his note said...that I could understand:

Dear [the D is backward] Melissa I know that you are upset and you dident eat anything so I will give you cookes and milk love michael


So, in short, my brother wins Best Little Bro Ever Award. For all his faults (all of which are typical of eight-year-olds), he is the coolest kid.

From Jules...

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them

What do you do when someone you only met once is dead?

I met Fayth in August of last year as a friend of a friend, and while I haven't seen her since, I would occasionally inquire after her. She was an interesting person I hoped would get together with the group again. I could tell just from the stories her best friend Mike had told me that she was a wonderful person who changed his life especially. She had an interesting set of beliefs I can only define as Christo-Paganism, and that's just a word I made up. She taught me a few interesting meditation techniques that I still use when my brain is spazzing all over the place, and every time I use them, I think of her. 
She died by getting hit by a drunk driver on Tuesday.



Well fuck June. I'm throwing in the towel-- you've thrown more than enough enough punches at the world for one month.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAAAAA! 17! It's as meaningless as it sounds. Except for R-rated movies.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TINAAAAA! Lots of love, hugs, Michael, and Neil for you. 



So school's out. Finally. 

Reflections on Junior Year.

Starting College Academy. Explaining to every soul in the world why I want to go there (I still don't know the answer. I would always answer "Because I'm suicidal and need as much college as possible before needing to actually pay for it"). Meeting Brooke, Rachael and Luke. Having a crazy Psychology teacher, a rediculously late class, and a few awesome teacher. Having Frank, the gayest man alive, drive me home Tuesdays and Thursdays. Three weeks of winter break. Getting Acting!Pwned by Prof. Mike, more German awesomeness from Frau D'Antoni, the most amazing 60 year old woman ever. Getting rides home with Luke, which pwns more. Kicking myself in the ass with a couple research papers along the way. Koszoru kicking my ass with literature in an amazing, small and cute way. Five days' worth of pre-summer break. Crawford being crazy and hispanic and economic with her freakin' teal Jaguar vehicle. A Creative Writing class that kicked my ass because Koszoru taught it. A rediculous PE class with the most rediculous teacher ever. Meeting Aaron Ramirez, an experience in itself. 

It's more fun than it sounds.


I'm so glad I have a summer right now that I could cry. Like, more glad than I've ever been. I need time to reorganize my room and focus on what I really need to get done for college, get a job, things like that.

Anyone know any not-shitty places that would be hiring? Fast food is out. I don't trust myself around hot grills and generally the expectancy for speedy service. I'm trying to get in to Barnes and Noble, but they're not really hiring till September. Which is fine, that just means they don't really want the seasonal workers, or they already have too many of those, and will have a deficiency in September once they all go back to school. But dammit, I want/need a job close to now, and I really think B&N is the best place for me. I know it like the back of my hand. Really, I just need to sit down and talk to the manager. 


I'm going to Talahassee for the next couple days to go "camping" (in this cabin thing with AC and electrical plugs, but they call it camping), so I won't be online as much. I'm going to see FSU. 



Blargh. Signing off.

Got the story done.

I spent some time in Borders today and it made me think about all the things I want to read.

So I'm making a list.



Also, a list of what I've read since the beginning of the school year, because I know you're interested. Small comments next to each.



EDIT: I added some stuff and edited it to make it more efficient.
Comments? Suggestions?

Agh


Stress



I have to write this story before tonight so a friend of mine can correct it (FOR A GRADE AGH). 

And somehow I need to keep this monster around 2000 words. 

I'm not sure if that'll happen. I'm barely done with the exposition and I'm at 584. I would've just reused this fantasy story I wrote last year, but that was about 5,000 words. Fuckkckckkckckc.

 *pouts*

Lonely and bored.


Call/text/IM?

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....Doesn't have quite the same effect as writing it on a chalkboard....

Ganked from  dr_christine and  zorabet in their attempts to start a meme.

MAKE A VISUAL LIST OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO

I am assuming actor/celebrity-wise.

( Clicky here. Very image-heavy )

My laptop is Toby
my iPod is Jonathan
my piano is Nora
my old bassoon's name was Clarence
my acoustic guitar's name....Clarence the Second, I believe
I think that's it.

 

My Uncle said goodbye to me when I was napping a few hours ago. I heard it, dreamed it, fucking felt it.


I can't handle this.

 This has been the longest week of my life.


A few days ago, either Wednesday or Monday--I can't even remember anymore--I found out my Uncle Ralph died. Well. He's my mother's uncle (my grandfather's brother). Slightly distant relation, I know, but with that side of my family, I am fairly intimate with my third cousins. I know how wierd this is because on my dad's side I'm barely acquainted with half of my first cousins.
I hate being with my family when someone dies. They're very emotional people, my mother's side, and there's already enough drama with Uncle Ralph's wife (she's a bitch to everyone) that I don't even want to talk to anyone. In general I don't like talking to my family during a tragedy. They're the ones who sob and say, "Oh, but he had a full life, it was time for him to go yadda yadda yadda yadda." I don't need to hear that. I also don't need my mother to sit on my bed and try to "console" me while tellling me the news while she's trying to keep from crying herself until I have to yell at her to get out of my fucking room and let me deal with this my way. I don't want to watch home videos of him singing at your wedding and I don't want to talk about what a great life he's had.
I deal with grief more like people on my dad's side of the family. Take it in stride, get together and eat food, and maybe cry when you're alone. 

In the middle of all this, a guy in my German class recently had a son named Josef (named after the Pope because he was born on the Pope's birthday). Apparently the baby's lungs aren't working properly-- there are two pockets of air that are keeping them from inflating. He wasn't a premie-- the mother was well ready to get him out when they finally agreed to perform a C-section. When he was two days old they moved him from the hospial to Joe Demaggio's children's hospital in...Miami I think. The mother, because she's recovering from the C-section, isn't allowed to leave the hospital to see him. The father (Bill) can't even hold his son because the IVs are on him everywhere, even his head.  The doctors don't know what to do really since they've never seen this before (one pocket, yes, two pockets, no). 
For some reason this has hit me in a place that I would appreciate if it didn't. I'm not even sure how well prayer works, but I've been praying fervently for this baby every time he comes to mind--which is a lot. I just wish there was even a hope of convincing my mom to get me down there to see him; it would sort of make me feel like I was doing something. 
All my hope seems invested in the life of this child and I'm not even sure why. There needs to be some sort of good thing happening in this world--to perhaps disprove that this sort of thing happens in threes.

I had that History paper due friday. Being me, I started it Thursday afternoon because it was early release and I was out of class by eleven. I finished it at 4:30 in the morning. I'd better get an A. 

I'm in a terrible need for distraction at the time, especially monday (the funeral--i'll be up in orlando and i'd prefer not to go. not because i dont love uncle ralph, but because i dont want to have to restrain myself from punching his wife....and be around multiple crying people....and have to deal with my extremely annoying second cousins).
So. If anyone's interested in RPing....I'm here.


....It seems that I only post about sad things. Sorry about that....I'm really not that much of a complainer.
 

I really, really, really hope April doesn't kill me. Two research papers (one of which I am putting off as I type), an oral presentation, a scene to memorize, two more math tests, a couple more history tests, and then FINALS the 28th and the first week of May *cries*.

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The meatpuppet, has of course decided now would be a great time to start getting inexplicably tired at earlier hours, leaving less time for productivity... I think I should take up Cuban coffee on a regular basis until the business is over. 


ON ANOTHER NOTE

I've noticed that I have a couple of lj-people who have friended me who I don't think I know. Correct me if I'm wrong...I'm terrible with keeping usernames straight.

SO. I'm going to do what a lot of lj peeps do and give you the opportunity to introduce yourself! So comment with an introduction...even if I know you already XD. If only for my entertainment.




Anyway. BACK TO EV0L PAPER OF ~DOOM AND DESTRUCTION~ (six out of ten paragraphs done, though. Yay?)

I wrote random Bare!fic! Wtf?

ETA: I'm in school and was in the middle of proofreading before I had to sign off. So, the fic is currently under construction. I'll get back to it in like a half hour.

ETA ETA: Okay, it's edited. Nothing major changed, but I think it made me sound at least a little more coherent.


I've been wanting to do this for a while. They were supposed to be short blurbs, but I just had way too much fun, especially with the last three. This is what happens when Jason isn't played with XD. I did not proofread this whatsoever, and this was written in the space of about....two and a half hours. That's pretty fast, considering how slowly I write.


( The Five Ways Jason Said I Love You )

LOLRANDOMMEMETIME


• Put your media player of choice on shuffle.
• List the first fifteen songs that come up (skipping titles like "Fugue in D Minor") and add "in my pants" to the end.
• Bold the ones that actually made you LOL



1. Whispering in my pants
2. Hogwarts forever and the moving stairs in my pants
3. Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums in my pants
4. Pilgrim's hands in my pants
5. Souvenir in my pants
6. Brave heart in my pants
7. No good deed in my pants
8. When you fly in my pants
9. Goin down in my pants
10. Touch my soul in my pants
11. Desperado in my pants
12. Thrill of the chase in my pants
13. Queen Mab in my pants
14. Another day in my pants
15. Empty chairs at empty tables in my pants