...whoohoo! New Year! -BLARGH!-
Well. Damn. That sucked.
Beginning of 2004: Filled with nausea, diarrhea, and puke. Out the nose. Nearly drowned in my own vomit. Eehee. *Dies.* We have good feelings about the coming year!
First Words: "Ha--you idiot." (Actually...the first sound I made as "AROOOO!")
First Song Started: ...eh... "Awakening," The Damning Well.
First Movie Watched: Um. Starship Troopers. At unROC David's command.
First Non-Movie Seen On TV: Futurama.
First Beverage Drunk: Ginger ale.
First Food Eaten: Pretzel stick.
First Full Meal: Haven't had one yet; been too sick.
First Hug: Been intent on mauling anyone who tries to hug me.
First Kiss: ...the dog.
First Sex: Sexual Anorexic...
First Bed: Mine.
First Sleep: Went to bed around six-thirty. Woke up at seven with diarrhea. Needless to say, my sleep wasn't well.
First Drug: **Bzzt.**
First Destination: Gastrointestinal Hell.
First Injury: Scratchmarks on my face.
First Thought(s): "...fuck. I wish I weren't here."
First Sight(s): Night sky.
First Piece of Mail: Nothing yet.
First Work: Noooooothing yet.
First Annoyance: My family.
First Exercise: ...running to and from the bathroom...
First Phone Call Made: None yet.
First Phone Call Received: Uh. Some guy from my dad's work.
First Email Sent: ...none yet.
First Email Received: Barnes & Noble ad.
First Trouble Gotten Into: Meh. Not doing the kitchen. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that I was sitting by a pool of my own vomit at the time that I was supposed to be doing that?
First Software Installed: Nothing.
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And I've been trying to type this thing up while my parents aren't looking, and quickly. My brother, however, is right around the corner, and keeps coming over to spout random stupid things.
One of these stupid things was this, after I minimized the window and told him to go away--"You know, the more secretive you are about things, the more mom and dad are gonna keep jumping down your throat."
Yes. So. If any member of my family finds this:
I'D LIKE TO FUCKING KILL YOU ALL.
...now get the fuck out of my personal thoughts, cock-mongerers.
Anyway.
I'm feeling murderous now, as a result, with thoughts that I'm not allowed to have anything personal anymore. No fucking respect from them.
So fucking annoying.
Hmm.
Had a nightmare that involved that one big, Gothic house with the vampires in it again. I know; I saw the very corridor through which the Gothic doors were. Apparently undamaged by any sort of blaze, though. Was there with my mom and grandmother. Apparently, a level up from the vampire rooms, there're hotel rooms. Small and dark...
Walked into one with my mom and grandmother. Something funny happened, where I saw a vision and heard voices. So I retreated toward the door, growling profanely. Mom got worried... So. We went downstairs to this place's shop...to buy a cross for the demonic-Sabi.
So, we're looking at the crosses. Keep seeing wolves and ravens behind the glass. Then someone leads my grandmother and mom toward the back, supposedly to look for more stuff. Don't mind this too much--they'd been driving me insane.
Then, while I'm crouched over, looking at things, this boy comes up and starts talking to me. Starts petting me. At first, I pull away, growling again. He just smiles--this nasty fucking smile--and keeps talking. Something about how I hated my mom, and we could fix that. That I needed some sort of stronger bond. Then he picked up a pair of earrings, showing them to me--blue, my birthstone. Said we could wear one on each ear--and match, like proper siblings. Told him I had no money... And I was looking for a cross, anyway. He rolled his eyes, and picked through the jewelry a bit more. I slunk over to him, curious... Curled around his ankles.
He brought forth a little wooden cross. Rosary, actually. But when he touched it, it burst into flames. Detached myself with a quickness and bolted toward the door I'd seen my grandmother and mother go through. Don't think he followed, though.
Seemed like the area that I'd just entered was very cramped--dark. Something like the stairways in old Victorian houses are--the ones for the servants. Very narrow, wooden, and with minimal light. (...Note: I'm moving up these stairs on all fours.)
Came to the top, and I paused. A cramped landing--a door to my immediate left (dark), and a door beside that one--it was open, and light was coming out. Ahead of me was another door--around the edges, there was light. I stood up straight, and approached the open door. I found my grandmother sitting in there... With this fat man. Grey hair, in a receding hairline shaped like a horse-shoe. This room was cluttered, small, and had an air about it that I didn't like. My grandmother was crying--nothing pretty or piteous to see, but it enraged me nonetheless. The man, though, upon seeing me, raised both eyebrows, stopping in whatever conversation he had been having with my grandmother. I stepped back, tensed, and my mother came out of the door just behind me. Glanced back, and she was crying, too. Looked back to the man, and he was standing to walk toward me. "I've got those two--but you're the one I want."
Oh, yay!
Growled and moved back further, 'til I was on the stairs again. Back to them. Didn't much like that particular move... He stopped, but made no move to harm me. Just spoke--in such tones, like a snake...
Said that he wanted me--and that I'd have to confess now.
Bad stuff.
AND NOW!
I've sat here too long, according to my bowels.
Beginning of 2004: Filled with nausea, diarrhea, and puke. Out the nose. Nearly drowned in my own vomit. Eehee. *Dies.* We have good feelings about the coming year!
First Words: "Ha--you idiot." (Actually...the first sound I made as "AROOOO!")
First Song Started: ...eh... "Awakening," The Damning Well.
First Movie Watched: Um. Starship Troopers. At unROC David's command.
First Non-Movie Seen On TV: Futurama.
First Beverage Drunk: Ginger ale.
First Food Eaten: Pretzel stick.
First Full Meal: Haven't had one yet; been too sick.
First Hug: Been intent on mauling anyone who tries to hug me.
First Kiss: ...the dog.
First Sex: Sexual Anorexic...
First Bed: Mine.
First Sleep: Went to bed around six-thirty. Woke up at seven with diarrhea. Needless to say, my sleep wasn't well.
First Drug: **Bzzt.**
First Destination: Gastrointestinal Hell.
First Injury: Scratchmarks on my face.
First Thought(s): "...fuck. I wish I weren't here."
First Sight(s): Night sky.
First Piece of Mail: Nothing yet.
First Work: Noooooothing yet.
First Annoyance: My family.
First Exercise: ...running to and from the bathroom...
First Phone Call Made: None yet.
First Phone Call Received: Uh. Some guy from my dad's work.
First Email Sent: ...none yet.
First Email Received: Barnes & Noble ad.
First Trouble Gotten Into: Meh. Not doing the kitchen. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that I was sitting by a pool of my own vomit at the time that I was supposed to be doing that?
First Software Installed: Nothing.
-
And I've been trying to type this thing up while my parents aren't looking, and quickly. My brother, however, is right around the corner, and keeps coming over to spout random stupid things.
One of these stupid things was this, after I minimized the window and told him to go away--"You know, the more secretive you are about things, the more mom and dad are gonna keep jumping down your throat."
Yes. So. If any member of my family finds this:
I'D LIKE TO FUCKING KILL YOU ALL.
...now get the fuck out of my personal thoughts, cock-mongerers.
Anyway.
I'm feeling murderous now, as a result, with thoughts that I'm not allowed to have anything personal anymore. No fucking respect from them.
So fucking annoying.
Hmm.
Had a nightmare that involved that one big, Gothic house with the vampires in it again. I know; I saw the very corridor through which the Gothic doors were. Apparently undamaged by any sort of blaze, though. Was there with my mom and grandmother. Apparently, a level up from the vampire rooms, there're hotel rooms. Small and dark...
Walked into one with my mom and grandmother. Something funny happened, where I saw a vision and heard voices. So I retreated toward the door, growling profanely. Mom got worried... So. We went downstairs to this place's shop...to buy a cross for the demonic-Sabi.
So, we're looking at the crosses. Keep seeing wolves and ravens behind the glass. Then someone leads my grandmother and mom toward the back, supposedly to look for more stuff. Don't mind this too much--they'd been driving me insane.
Then, while I'm crouched over, looking at things, this boy comes up and starts talking to me. Starts petting me. At first, I pull away, growling again. He just smiles--this nasty fucking smile--and keeps talking. Something about how I hated my mom, and we could fix that. That I needed some sort of stronger bond. Then he picked up a pair of earrings, showing them to me--blue, my birthstone. Said we could wear one on each ear--and match, like proper siblings. Told him I had no money... And I was looking for a cross, anyway. He rolled his eyes, and picked through the jewelry a bit more. I slunk over to him, curious... Curled around his ankles.
He brought forth a little wooden cross. Rosary, actually. But when he touched it, it burst into flames. Detached myself with a quickness and bolted toward the door I'd seen my grandmother and mother go through. Don't think he followed, though.
Seemed like the area that I'd just entered was very cramped--dark. Something like the stairways in old Victorian houses are--the ones for the servants. Very narrow, wooden, and with minimal light. (...Note: I'm moving up these stairs on all fours.)
Came to the top, and I paused. A cramped landing--a door to my immediate left (dark), and a door beside that one--it was open, and light was coming out. Ahead of me was another door--around the edges, there was light. I stood up straight, and approached the open door. I found my grandmother sitting in there... With this fat man. Grey hair, in a receding hairline shaped like a horse-shoe. This room was cluttered, small, and had an air about it that I didn't like. My grandmother was crying--nothing pretty or piteous to see, but it enraged me nonetheless. The man, though, upon seeing me, raised both eyebrows, stopping in whatever conversation he had been having with my grandmother. I stepped back, tensed, and my mother came out of the door just behind me. Glanced back, and she was crying, too. Looked back to the man, and he was standing to walk toward me. "I've got those two--but you're the one I want."
Oh, yay!
Growled and moved back further, 'til I was on the stairs again. Back to them. Didn't much like that particular move... He stopped, but made no move to harm me. Just spoke--in such tones, like a snake...
Said that he wanted me--and that I'd have to confess now.
Bad stuff.
AND NOW!
I've sat here too long, according to my bowels.