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09 August 2010 @ 11:35 pm
I honestly don't even know where to begin. I guess we can start a week before I left for this ten day adventure. A week before, when Mother Superior first told me we were going to Universal Studios, and in turn the Wizarding World. Pure Jubilation.  Mother Superior caught wind of Pure Jubilation. She came into my room half an a hour to murder Pure Jubilation. She murdered Him to reassure Me that we were only going because of me. And in turn I would have to owe her one some where down the road or that this will, in turn, bite me in the ass. She, of course, did not say this exactly, but she made her point, as only Mother Superior can. Fast Forward. Forward. A little more. Okay. Wait. Wait. I forgot. Back to the prologue. Despite Pure Jubilation's passing, I still carried Him around. The rest of my family was none too happy about that. Constantly they would let me know what they thought of Harry Potter. But have they read it? Of course not. You can't expect the illiterate to read. You can't expect the ignorant to make educated claims. Words like "Childish" "Silly" "Dumb" "Stupid" and "Retarded" were tossed around. Luckily I'm fully aware of the Love Shield Harry Potter placed around me. Now you can fast forward. Day five. Stage is set. Orlando, Florida. Universal Studios. Islands of Adventure. Two post meridian and Mother Superior can't ride the rides because she has motion sickness. Commence inner dialogue. Why in the fuck would you go to a theme park and pay $50+ when you know you have motion sickness. Supposedly. End inner dialogue. So Mother Superior and Jackass go on their merry little way back to the hotel. I'm stuck with the two Imps, but that's fine and dandy for a chance at the Wizarding World without MS. And I had a magical time, as to be expected. But this is not about my happiness. It's about the opposite. Or rather it is about Happiness and how my family feeds on every drop I can produce. Maybe it was a set up. But all you twitterers know exactly how happy I was. Fast Foward. Again. Night five. Orlando, Florida. Mona Lisa Suite Hotel. I pull out the Slytherin robe I purchased from Dervish and Banges (and not Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions). The first thing that comes out of Mother Superior's mouth was a scoff. The second was "That's". The third was "Horrible". Loving and uplifting, I know. I ignored it. But she continued. Mother Superior and Imp 1 continued to barrate. "What a waste of $100." Of my hard earned money? "It looks so dumb." And did I even care to ask? So I had enough. I told them to keep it coming. I said nothing could bring down my positivity. I of course was saying this out of anger, so in other words my positivity was already down. This defiance did not sit well with Mother Superior. Commence lecture. This is where she told me I needed to spend "less time with my friends and more time with my family." Because that's all I ever do. She said I need to "undergo behavior modification". That I need to "neutralize the situation" as opposed to "accelerating it". That if some one said something I did not like "to respond kindly and lovingly." Yes because that is obviously the exact reaction their comments would yield. Then she went on to say I was too old for this. That she has never seen a twenty year old behave as such." I'm sorry," was my response, "but my friends and I all love Harry Potter." "But they are all girls." All girls?! What does the gender have anything to do with it you insolent swine. You give women a bad name. Since when is reading gender specific? It's 2010 lady. And she kept referring to Harry Potter as a warlock. But this one interaction would have done nothing to my demeanor if it had only been just this one interaction, but being stuck with them and only them for this long is destroying me. Constantly, daily, bi-daily, they are tearing me apart. "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold." And I try, God dammit, I try. Like when Jackass doesn't understand the GPS and I try to help and explain I'm being a smart ass. Or when I'm planning the next day by asking a friend who has been there for advice, I am hung AND crucified for texting on a "family vacation". I feel like I'm just complaining. But it's not just these ten days. It's these people. These fucking people are destroying me and I'm breaking apart. How do you handle these people? How do you speak to them logically? My comprehension skills aren't strong enough to deal with a psychopath. Then to throw in multiples. Mother Superior is so delusional it's amazing. Jackass is the epitome of ignorance. The imps are, well, impish. Simply imps. And you say well just get out. Like it's fucking simple. Like I can just up and leave. I wish it was. I really do.
 
 
analienrobot
26 May 2010 @ 10:53 pm
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As I leave Taylor High School it is hard for me to take anything seriously. These are events in my life that led me to not care anymore.
In 9th grade I was excited to be in high school and just wanted to be accepted by my peers. I soon got into the popular game that is known as world of warcraft. When I first played I entered the world of warraft thinking to myself “wow I am gay” but that feeling soon changed. The world of warcraft asked me to create a character. I created a troll shaman by the name of gorgon. As I played I felt myself and gorgon becoming one. I was gorgon and gorgon was I. Me and my friends just played world of warcraft for hours on end. I would go home turn on some german rave music and just play world of warcraft. I thought we were the coolest kids in school. I played world of warcraft so much that every time I closed my eyes I would just see dragons and golems and picture myself fighting them. I would sit in class and think that it would be crazy if a golem just broke down the door and I saved everyone by fighting off the golem with my ogre strength sword and my cloak of elvenkin. And when I was done fighting the golem everyone would think I was cool and the mayor would hear about what I did and reward me with the key to the city. After this daydream I would open my eyes only to reality. At nights I would have the weirdest dreams of me playing world of warcraft. I would not even dream about being gorgon but playing gorgon on my chair with a mouse in my hand playing my computer, and to be honest those were my favorite dreams. But fantasy and reality were on a collision course. And when reality finally hit me it came in the form of a fist. Mike fan’s fists that is. It started because me and my friends boxed these 2 kids. I punched a kids head into a fence and he told his friends I was a dirty boxer. So they wanted to murder me. Before he beat me up me and my friends spent 10 minutes making world of warcraft jokes. My friend said he would cast a slowing spell on mike fan, and cast fireball on him. Me and 3friends just sat around telling jokes like this for 10 minutes saying if I get beat up they would just use a healing spell on me. Guess what this guy was immune to spells and made me eat his fists for ten minutes. At times I could hear his knuckles pop while he was punching me in the teeth. I don’t know I think I got knocked out I really cant remember. Some where between getting kneed in the liver and stomped on I realized that maybe its possible that I’m a loser. It was then that I stopped caring about where life took me. That night I logged into gorgon, but things just didn’t feel the same. I realized I am a loser. That night opened my eyes and paved the way for the rest of my life.
In 10th grade I moved in with my mom. My friends love to quote the things she says and her Asian accent. One time I spent the night at Tyler Baileys house and my mom showed up with a bag full of juice boxes and a box of ham incase I got hungry. Even Tyler Baileys parents made fun of me when she left. At that point I just didn’t even care anymore.
Other events that made me not take things seriously were Dr. Treifs wacky punishments. She created lunch detention and put me in it for two weeks in the beginning of the school one day I didn’t show up to lunch detention and her solution was more lunch detention. Another form of her wacky punishments was to take away our lunch table and have us eat on the ground for a week and that was the coolest thing ever. When she gave us our table back we decided we didn’t want it so we came up with a plan to make the biggest mess so that we would lose our table for the whole year. This angered Dr. Treif to the point where she invented the most wackiest punishment of them all assigned lunch seats.
In conclusion Dr. Treifs and other events in my life led me to not take things seriously and that is how I leave James E. Taylor high school.

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Playing gorgon and being free
It was the only time that I could be me.
Slaying dragons and hunting trolls
Being rewarded with healing scrolls.
One day i wondered upon into a distant land
I had never explored a place so grand
When I looked at my map I discovered this
The island I was on was shaped like a penis
I headed back to Ogrimar (city of the orc)
Went down the trail and took a left at the fork
I found out I was lost in a pit of red lizzards
withdrew me sword and cut out some gizzards
I fought all day in that barren land
controlling gorgon with a mouse in my hand
This fantasy world soon came tumbling to an end
I hope mike fan doesn’t beat me again
Reality is what I had found
While trying to pick my face off the ground
For weeks after mike fan beat me
I no longer felt happy
I would not trade that event for the world though
It changed me and abled me to grow

His teacher gave him a 100 and only right "I dont really know what to say. It was funny but kinda sad". That is the life we live in this house. Funny but "kinda" sad.
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analienrobot
10 May 2010 @ 05:48 pm
 
 
analienrobot
22 April 2010 @ 08:57 pm
So I'm feeling really pathetic and depressed because my life and shit and no one reads this when I complain so I'll just update about things that make me happy. fiddery posted a meme of her ten favorite fandoms and her f-list is supposed to guess her favorite character from each. I'm just going to post a list of my top ten fandoms at the moment and just list my favorite characters and why.

1. Pokémon - Blastoise/Zangoose/Darkrai - These are my top three favorite pokémon. Blastoise has always been my favorite because he's just a general badass. Ever since I was a kid, always and forever. I'm also mainly into water type starters. Anyway all three of them are badass. Zangoose is just so versitile and he is modeled after David Bowie. Plus just look at Darkrai. Sure he's pure dark type which is kind of useless because there aren't a lot of good dark attacks, but whatever.

2. Harry Potter - Voldemort - I don't why I'm in such a Harry Potter mood lately. Plus I'm into bad guys. Voldemort is an O.G. I like to whisper crucio at customers that piss me off. Wiggle on the floor with pain! I am your dark lord! Though Voldemort can be kind of stupid at times I still serve him. I mean Harry, Ron, and Hermione can be really stupid sometimes, too. Like really stupid.

3. Fullmetal Alchemist - Alphonse/Hughes - This is really my favorite series right now. It's getting so intense at comes to a close. I respect Hiromu Arakawa-sensei so much for the story she has created. I always talk about art style, but none of that beats a really good story. I enjoy following the story of these two brothers and I really feel Alphonse, more than I do Ed. And Hughes. Probably the only moment in manga history that almost made me cry. There I said it.

4. Neon Genesis Evangelion - Eva Unit 01 - I really enjoy the obscurity and intricacies of the series. I love rewatching the series and finding new things. I really enjoy piecing the story together. However, it's really hard for me to decide on a favorite character. They are all so screwed up and it's so difficult to choose who I really like so I'm choosing Eva Unit 01 Who wouldn't want to pilot that beast? But I'm going for the originial series Unit not the rebuild one.

5. Momo Tama - Kouichirou-sensei/Kishii - Let me just say that Nanae Chrono-sensei is my most favorite manga-ka. I love her art style. It's so clean and I love the clothes she draws and her character designs. Hell, I'm even reading her yaoi series that's how loyal I am to her (although there is no explicit gaynessintheanus. It's all implied.) These two characters are kind of pathetic, Kou-sensei is really submissive and Kishii is kind of whiny, but in volume 4 the become so badass. Also the main reason I like them is their character design.

6. Gurren Lagann - Simon/Kamina/Viral/Yoko - Yeah I know I'm cheating because I'm not really picking one character, but fuck you. The story, if you think about, really reminds me of Evangelion but like in another universe. The difference is all the characters are all so relatable and lovable. I mean Evangelion characters are all relatable, but you relate to their negativity and what you don't want to see in yourself. I guess the real difference is this series has a tangible and easier understood goodness.

7. Hikaru no Go - Shindo/Sai - Oh my God I still get sad whenever I imagine Sai disappearing. Stupid Shindo! Why did you let that happen?! Not really I like Shindo too especially when he gets all badass after he becomes a pro (and also I guess because Sai disappeared, but I like to disregard that good came out of his disappearance.) Sai was such a good Sensei! I still feel unsatsfied about how the series ended. Also Takeshi Obata-sensei is my second favorite manga-ka.

8. Muhyo and Roji's Burea of Supernatural Investigation - Teeki/Roji - I really recommend this series. I enjoy the art style. I think it's really unique to Yoshiyuki Nishi-sensei. Of course I always go for the bad guy and Teeki's character design is simple, but awesome. His reasoning to be a baddy is kind of lame and he holds his grudge for 800 years! Sheesh. Also Roji is the underdog of the series and I like rooting for the underdog. Go, Roji, go! You'll become an Executor! I believe in you.

9. Air Gear - Kazuma - This series is so fotz I just can't help but love it. I love the flawed explanations and obscur logic behind treks. And the nasty fotzenflugen of it all. Kazuma is a really good sucess story of the perfect underdog. He used to be such a pansy and now he his the Flame King and keeper of the Flame Regalia. Go Team Ghost Town! Emblemless Ghost Town.

10. The Office - Micheal Scott/Pam Halpert - The Boss everyone loves to hate. I love this show. And Pam > Jim. Jim is kind of a little bitch sometimes. Pam is all independent woman and a badass. I'm watching this now.
 
 
analienrobot
16 April 2010 @ 10:55 pm
So I got a call today from the census people asking a series of pointless questions like "Will you be willing to go to locations that do not provide handicap accessible ramps?" or "Are you willing to drive at night?" then finally after twenty questions he finally asked, "Will you accept the job?" Very over dramatic, but I said yes. And now I'm a full time student with two jobs... I've already been working full time with my hours going anywhere between 30-50. I have to miss two days of school for training, which is fine if cyfair didn't fucking make attendance affect your grade and I've already skipped a bunch of days. And still I'm fine with skipping, but wait there's more. On those two particular days I just so happen to have an exam, annotated bibliography, and an oral poetry presentation. Ugh. I figured out a way to do the presentation and turn in my annotated bibliography early no problem, but that damn exam. Oh well. I don't know exactly what I'm compaining about. I'm really doing this to myself. I just really hate being home so I guess in a way I'm eliminating the time I'm here, but I don't know how to utilize my time. I always procrastinate till the last second, usually using all my free time on Pokemon, which I insist on making more difficult by EV training so I can be semi-godly. Blegh and I know I'm not the only one going to school and going to two jobs, my friend Sasha goes to school has two jobs and an internship and she is basically my idol/Goddess, because she still gets things done despite all of this. But I don't know I guess I have a low capacity of stress. Maybe I'm just complaing over nothing. I don't even know what I'm complaining about! I'm just typing to relieve a little stress. Also I need two jobs because if my mother is not reliable and if I have to put myself through a university as well... well I don't really know... I know that it is going to take me an extra year or two to graduate... and I already know that when I finally do transfer I will still work and go to school. I don't think I'll ever feel what it's like not to work, but I miss it. I miss just going to school and that's all I had to do. Sigh. I don't know.
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analienrobot
31 March 2010 @ 01:53 pm
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analienrobot
23 March 2010 @ 01:20 am
Hello? Hello? Professor Elm
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service on Route 30 you see-see.
What-what-wha-a-at did you say, huh?
You're you breaking up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy catching 'em all.
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy catching 'em all.
Just a second a wild Hoothoot has appeared
And I cannot text you with a pokéball in my hand, eh?
You should've made some plans with me.
You knew that I was going to Mr. Pokémon's house
And now you won't stop calling me.
I'm kinda busy.

Stop calling, stop calling
I don't want to have to use a potion
Got to attack and my plans are in motion
Stop calling, stop calling
This battle needs my full devotion
Got to attack and my plans are in motion
Stop telephonin' me
I'm busy
Stop telephonin' me

Can call if you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
I'm out in the field and my Totodile's healed
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Call if you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
I'm out in the field and my Totodile's healed
And you're not gonna reach my telephone

[Ash]
Prof, the way you're blowin' up my phone
Won't make me strike no faster
Use Water Gun faster
Leave Hoothoot no faster
I should've left my phone with Mom
'cause this is a disaster
Calling like Joey, Youngster
Sorry I cannot answer

Not that I don't care, I'm just at Route 30
And I am sick and tired of my phone ri-ri-n-ging
Sometimes I feel like I live in Global Trading Station
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls
'cause I'll be catching
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls
'cause I'll be catching
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analienrobot
23 February 2010 @ 11:10 pm
I stole this from fiddery who stole this from kewliopenguin who stole this from someone I don't give a shit about!
1. Answer each of the questions below using flickr Search.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photo into this site: bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
4. Then share with the world.


01. First Name
02. Favorite Food
03. Hometown
04. Favorite Color
05. Celebrity Crush
06. Favorite Drink
07. Dream Vacation
08. Favorite Dessert
09. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
10. What I Love Most In The World
11. One Word That Describes Me
12. My LiveJournal Name

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analienrobot
21 February 2010 @ 12:16 am
We're all assholes. Now we can argue on how this came about, whether the state of nature was bliss or insanity, whether it was the fruit of The Fall or the fruit of us all, but the end result remains the same: we are all assholes. Instinctively or subconsciously, or whatever adverb you'd like to use, we all know this and many of us try to prevent it. We have kids and try to snuff it out of them before they fuse with it. But destroying this symbiote is damned near impossible. You force your little carbon copy to say "Please" and "Thank you" but fail to use it yourself. This small crack opens the floodgate. And these words are not that fucking hard to vocalize. About as easy as using your blinker to signal to other patrons of the road that they lane they occupy is also the lane they need to be shared. You create a safe space between you and the vehicle in front of you and the gluttony of others takes this scrap for a buffet. You leave your fucking food all over the God damned table and floor with the assumption that some one else will take care of it for you, yet you forget that the service was originally provided as a courtesy you took that inch and spread it a mile. The trash can was right there on your way out, but just as your about to walk out to leave you think it easier to put the bag of chips on a clean table instead of the trash a few feet away. And I standing right behind you thanked you sarcastically and you dare give me that look. Your a grown fucking woman. You have kids. Yet you love to lead by example don't you. This cataclysm was caused by the catalyst of work. Of course I've been aware of the revelation of assholeosity harbored by humans, my beliefs were simply strengthened. Panera Bread is considered casual dining. The trash bins are placed for easy access to costumers and associates alike. We do not get paid waiter and waitress wages because we are not these positions. We bring you your food and out courtesy we pick up your mess, but use your fucking common sense. Today was busy to say the least. It was so packed we ran out of everything. I worked a double shift today. I came in at eight in the morning and by the time I left at eight thirty at night we were out of baguettes, whole grain baguettes, bread bowls, creamy tomato soup, tomato basil, foccacia, ciabatta, asiago demi, honey wheat, country, french... Well  let me put it this way. They only bread we still had when I left was a few slices of rye. We only had four pastries left. People kept pouring and we did not reach a slow point for many hours. People waited for tables to be cleaned. And you would think that since they had to wait they would be courteous and take care of their own plates, or at least throw away their drinks, but no. The food being put out kept pilling up because he had to stop constantly to clean dirty tables of large groups with kids trashing the place. You have kids. You want them to learn to clean up after themselves then clean up after yourself. Show them how it's done you fucking pieces of shit. I can't get over this. When Kevin and I would eat at Panera, before I worked there, we had always put our plate in the bus tub. No one told us to, my parents sure as hell didn't tell me to, I personally just couldn't have someone else clean after me when they make so I can do it myself. This goes the same for fast food restaurants. People think it's okay to just leave their trash and it's not. It's fucking lazy. And when I hand you your food, yes I am doing my job, but is it so fucking difficult to say thank you? What have I come to find in the melancholy world of service, about a third of the people in this world say thank you. I hand them their fucking food and they just look at me and I want to annihilate that face looking at me. I just can't understand it. What the fuck is wrong with people? What the fuck is wrong with you?
 
 
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analienrobot
18 February 2010 @ 07:22 pm
You cooked dinner, mother? No no no. See what you did was not cook. What you did was take out the frozen lasagna from the freezer, preheated the oven, stuck in the frozen treat and waited. So do not complain about cooking and it's difficulties. Yesterday we ate Luby's, the day before we ate Chick-fil-a, the day before that was Pei Wei. Repeat ad nauseum. Do not say, "I have to do everything," but instead say "I'm a lazy little shit." You complain about your work load for school. Excuse me, but I'm school for twelve hours two days out of the week, and every day that I'm not there I'm at work. You have to read a book entitled Seedfolks, a book which is taught at the elementary level. Fifth grade, if we want to get technical. All you have to do is read the very short novel and write ONE page on who you identify with and what is their dilemmna. I have to read Faust, mother, Goethe's Faust. A German play which took Johann Wolfgang von Goethe sixty years to write. Not only do I have to read this long and complex poem mother, but I have to create a presentation spanning an entire class lecture period, as well as present three critical essays and discussion questions. Now this burden is not meant for one shoulder of course, but three. Alas good old Steven was too busy with work and Kim did not get to part two. The lackadaisical college students.  Yet here you are, interrupting me to help you. To help you write the introduction to your paper. You claim I'm not giving you my opinion on bettering your paper, but really what you want is for me to give you the answers or do it for you. I gave you my opinion: if you want your paper to sound less elementary, use bigger words. Can't think of any? Use a thesauru. But no. This is what she does, she is Microsoft Word and right clicks for the program to give her options different words. No, you see, that is lazy, you fucking twat. You want someone else to find the right answers for you, whether it is a program or a person. Don't you understand the point of being a teacher? You have to do your own work. Now there is no problem in looking for help, but there is a difference between helping and spoon feeding. When you are teaching in class and you are stumped, do expect me to appear with the right words to say or is right clicking Microsoft Word going to suffice? When you teach, do you expect students to turn in work that they, themselves, have worked on, or an essay written by someone else? You fucking idiot, think. For once in you pathetic life, think.