Let's rock this bitch.

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:58:30 GMT

I think I'm gonna give IJ another try? Look me up; you know the name.

omgwant.

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 00:12:42 GMT

Socks.

Posting this here so I don't lose it.

DreaM Stockings

- Cotton Slouch Socks
Price: 5.00
Color(s): Black, Dark Red

- O Basics
Price: 6.00
Color(s): Plum, Navy

- O Yummies
Price: 6.00
Color(s): Blueberry, or Pomegranate if it’s in stock

- Super Basics
Price: 10.00
Color(s): Red, Navy

-Top-Striped OTK Tubes
Price: 12.00
Color(s): Black w/ Lime & White

- Cotton Inklined Knee High
Price: 8.00
Color(s): Royal/Black

- Super Stripes Knee High
Price: 6.00
Color(s): Black & Olive

- N40s
Price: 10.00
Color(s): Light Grey, Black

Fishnet

- Seamless Diamon Net Pantyhose
Price: 7.00
Color(s): Neon Green (where were these when I was the Riddler??)

Knee Highs

- Crochet Knee Highs
Price: 4.00
Color(s): Hot Pink

Over the Knee

- Pirate Over the Knee Socks
Price: 13.00
Color(s): (one color)

- Harajuku Lace Ribbon Tie OTK
Price: 18.00
Color(s): (one color)

- Kawaii Skeleton OTK
Price: 12.00
Color(s): (one color)

- Surprise Ribs
Price: 14.00
Color(s): Black if it’s in stock

- Foot Traffic Rainbow OTK
Price: 8.00
Color(s): …rainbow.

Arm Warmers

- Harajuku Checkered Arm Warmers
Price: 9.00
Color(s): (one color)

- Skeletal Arm Warmer
Price: 9.00
Color(s): (skulls)

- Fingerless Skull Gloves
Price: 10.00
Color(s): Red & Black

Leg Warmers

- No Foot Boot
Price: 12.00
Color(s): Basic Black

- Super Long Cable Leg Warmers
Price: 12.00
Color(s): Black

Sock Garters

- Spider Sock Garters
Price: 22.00
Color(s): Black-Legged Spiders

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 03:24:11 GMT

This seems to be the year of Stephen King. First 1408, now...The Mist. Great story - also one of his shorts, from the anthology "Skeleton Crew". Read it, it's great.

I'm. so. excited. I don't know if you could tell. XD I can't wait to go see it! November 21st, baby.

Trailers: Watch 'em.
Mist Trailer 1
Mist Trailer 2

Geek Metal.

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 05:03:55 GMT

That's what we'll call it.

On my way home from work, my iPod died, and I was very sad. So, not possessing night vision and so not able to find my CD case in the dark, I switched on the radio. And the song playing is Linkin Park's "Bleed it Out". Okay, so I like his voice, because I have a thing for less conventional sounding voices; for example, the vocalist for Our Lady Peace. But he's just not...angry enough, I guess. He just looks like a total nerd, and you can hear it in his voice.

So I have created a new genre of music.

Geek Metal.

That's what we'll call it.

[...]

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 23:45:46 GMT

I wish I could stop feeling like I want to shoot myself in the head.

I just don't understand. So many things.

I don't understand.

My day today.

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 23:42:25 GMT

Good news first. Tonight at Skyway I rode the cutest, sweetest, most endearing and hard working little pony ever. His name's Chance, and he's a Quarter Horse, only five years old. He's just a baby! :D He tries so hard, and he listens really well. I absolutely love him.

Bad news. I walk in the house, and dad just has to splash cold water all over me. He and mum are sitting there stuffing envelopes and whatnot, and he keeps demanding that I come in there a take over for him. Like hell I will. All he does is sit in front of the TV anyway - now he's doing something useful. I don't care if he's been working all day. I need to study. He can bitchbitchbitch all he wants.

.___.

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 02:39:35 GMT

So maybe I won't be NaNo-ing this year. .___. Again. We're already two days into it and I only have like, 300 words. I've been so damn busy that I haven't had a bit of time to write. Between school, and work, and homework and papers, and good ol' procrastination, my fingers have yet to type a dent into 50,000 words. I'm still going to try - I've spent this whole year between nano 06 and nano 07 furiously gnawing on my imagination and I don't want to give up - but I don't know if I'll reach 50k. But who knows? Maybe I'll be one of those come-from-behind writers who gets a crazy burst of inspiration just before the deadline and bangs out those last thousands of words. (Doubtful, but I can dream, right? XD And maybe it'll happen.)

So wish me luck!

:D

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 12:17:07 GMT

Happy NaNo-ing!

Happy Halloween, too, since I didn't get on last night to say it. <3

I'm about to...

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:41:12 GMT

Choke a bitch.

So I got the new Maroon 5 CD. :D

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:50:17 GMT

"Not Falling Apart"

Danced all night, slept all day
Careless with my heart again
Fearless when it comes to playing games

You don’t cry, you don’t care
Afraid to have a love affair
Is that your ghost or are you really there?

Now I can’t walk, I can’t talk anymore
Since you walked out the door
And now I’m stuck living out that night again
I’m not falling apart

Weather on a sunny day
Time slows down; I wish you’d stay
Pass me by in crowded, dark hallway

Try my hardest not to scream
I find my heart is growing weak
So leave your reasons on the bathroom sink

Now I can’t walk, I can’t talk anymore
Since you walked out the door
And now I’m stuck living out that night again
I’m not falling apart

I heard you say you needed me now
What’s the problem I can’t see
You destroyed me, I won’t fall apart again
I’m not falling apart

Take what you want
I will be just fine
You will be better off alone at night
Waiting and falling
Constantly calling out your name
Will it ever change?

Now I can’t walk, I can’t talk anymore
Since you walked out the door
And now I’m stuck living out that night again
I’m not falling apart

I heard you say you needed me now
What’s the problem I can’t see
You destroyed me, I won’t fall apart again
I’m not falling apart

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 03:03:25 GMT

I feel like I'm imploding.

I don't care.

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 02:45:39 GMT

I don't really care anymore. I don't want to care. I don't want to solve other people's problems tonight. I don't want to know the reason you're squatting there in the middle of the sidewalk, curled in on yourself with hands over your ears. I don't care tonight. I really, really don't care. I don't know how to fix it.

---

Tonight is the first night in a while that I've felt so close to breaking my promise. I can taste it in my mouth, I can smell it, I can feel it, and I want it.

But I want a body, too. Even more than blood I want a body to cry against. I want a body to lay next to at night.

---

Told Phillip earlier that I didn't want food; I wanted a shotgun to put in my mouth.

I want to play Russian Roulette. Fun game, right? Spin the barrel, take a chance.

Maybe the chamber will be loaded.

[no subject, just anger]

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 02:44:42 GMT

I hate my fucking life.

Not all of it, really. Just the part spent at home.

It's not really home. Hasn't been for about five years now. It's just a house. I occupy space in it. I don't live in it. I don't breathe in it. I don't function in it.

I suffocate in it.

I sit in it, and I sleep in it, and I think, dream of being in other places.

I hate it here. Surrounded by her, by him, and their stupid thoughts. I can't wait until I can leave with a single standing finger as a goodbye.

First day...again.

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 12:49:19 GMT

So yesterday was my first day working at Barnes and Noble! I have one main thing to say about it:

omgLove.

I already like it way better than Panera, the people I worked with yesterday are great (Caitlin and CJ, plus I met both Robyns, one of which is this adorable Asian chick and the other is a manager in the actual bookstore), and I'm surrounded by two of my most favorite things: coffee and books! I get a discount on books. *glee* And we can actually "check out" books, too. They have to be hardbacks, and you just remove the cover, take it home, and bring it back in saleable condition within two weeks. How awesome is that??

So yeah. I like my new job. n__n I know, I know, pretty soon I'm going to hate it, blah blah blah, but whatever. I'm not listening to you people this time. And anyway, how can I hate it any more than Panera?

Nano approaches.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 00:20:01 GMT

Just over a fortnight till NaNoWriMo.

...Fifteen days to be exact.

I'm excited...but I'm scared. ;__;

Owie.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:53:22 GMT

My mouth hurts. @_@ And I can't figure out why. It's not my teeth, or my jaw...I think it's my tongue. Like the sides of it or something. *feels around mouth with tongue* Yeah, definitely the sides. But it's weird, because it doesn't hurt if I actually touch my tongue - if I poke it, or pinch it or whatever. Just whenever I chew. ;__;

Ick.

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:08:00 GMT

Good mood = destroyed.

Thank you, C.O.!

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 20:50:26 GMT

HSUS MySpace Page | Take the Quiz!

Whhhyyyyy?

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:53:31 GMT

I'm seventeen, going on eighteen in what? Six months? That's not very long. I can take care of myself. Bitty little Kristen isn't going to get raped walking from the store door to her car. Or on the way home. The car is locked. Not to mention moving. Is a rapist/axe murderer going to dive through my closed window while I'm doing fifty?

I have to admit that I don't understand.

Whhhyyyyyy?

I understand that I am still seventeen and she can still mandate some of what I do, but how am I going to learn if she doesn't let me? How can I make mistakes if she directs my every move? I hate having to check every little thing with her. It isn't possible for me to live with her hanging over my head every second of the day. I'm sick of it. I'm sick and tired and hurt. I just don't understand.

Why does she have to make me feel this way? It's not just the fact that she tries to micromanage my life, but sometimes I feel like she tries to say the worst possible thing to me. Just the right thing to bring me crashing down.

Like I said. I don't understand. And I'm sick of it.

omg.

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 20:50:40 GMT

I got the job.

I actually got the job.

omg.

I'm gonna work at Barnes and Noble!

Interview.

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 00:28:09 GMT

So I had an interview at Barnes and Noble today. :D The lady I talked to, Trish, was really cool. She was nice, funny, and I felt pretty comfortable talking to her. I liked her, and she seemed to like me.

So anyway, she asked me to come back in Tuesday morning to talk to Barbara, the store manager. She gets final say on all interviews, so I have to go to a second interview with her. But that's a good thing - it means Trish felt I was good enough to merit another look. n__n That's how I feel about it, at least. I don't think she would send along someone she didn't like.

Eee! I'm excited!

Hate.

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 13:10:33 GMT

Stuck up, insensitive, neurotic fucking bitch.

le sigh

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 00:28:10 GMT

I just tried to spell 'between' with three 'e's. "Betweeen" And when the computer told it was wrong, I was all, "No it's not! That's totally right. Looks right to me".

...

*sigh*

I hate kids.

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 17:58:00 GMT

Please get them away from me. >.>

It's a deer!

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:29:34 GMT

Okay, so funny story. I was talking to my friend Perry (from Art History) today, and he told me something I find so, so amusing.

He had a 1,000 word paper due today for Philosophy, on "the morality of using hallucinogens". In it he used a personal example, in which a few of his friends took acid. So they're tripping, and they decide, hey - let's go get some beer. On the way to buy beer, a deer walks out into the middle of the road, so they get out of the car, catch the deer, and tie it and throw it in the back seat. They buy beer, head home, and proceed to get totally wasted after stowing the tied up deer in the closet.

Next morning. They remember, "oh shit - there's a deer in the closet". So they open the closet door to find, not a deer, but a

thirteen year old girl.

W.T.F?? I just facepalmed when he got to that. XD I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

Anyway, they offered the chick $500 and said they would take her anywhere she wanted to go if she didn't tell anyone. And she never said a word.