[	mood	|	numb	]
[	music	|	Johnette Napolitano - Suicide Note	]

Let me just say that my hip hurts. Something different has been achey every morning when I wake up, and today it's my hip. I haven't been sleeping well... having all sorts of bizarre dreams, waking up several times during the night, waking up sore... I don't understand it. I have an air bed, so my matress can't be the problem. I think maybe I'm just a bad sleeper.
My parents and I had the talk about college last night. It didn't go well at all. Dad didn't even stop to consider my point of view before launching into counter-arguments, and for some odd reason the fact that I have a tongue ring (actually, I have two) became a topic of conversation. Since I can't keep my thoughts straight with dad yelling at me, I decided to write he and mom a letter explaining how I feel; both about college and their lack of trust in me. I know they read it. I fucking know at least one of them did. The papers I left for them to find had been shuffled around and clearly examined... but did either of them talk to me about it? Did either of them respect my thoughts enough to initiate conversation?? No. Did they even mention having read it? No.
They are cowards. They're afraid to even talk to me about it. I had to basically drag them into last night's conversation. The thing is, we seriously need to discuss this, and soon. Even if I end up having to go to this pissant town's local college... time is running out to apply, you know?! No, maybe they don't know. Mom didn't know that you have to apply, after all.
If they want to buy themselves some time, they need to at least have the decency to tell me so. If they were to die tomorrow I would be extremely sad, but it sure would make things a lot easier.

I found this while doing a google image search for pictures of narwhals to post in my last update.
You people are sick.

[	mood	|	relaxed	]
[	music	|	Dead Can Dance - The Lotus Eaters	]

I know, two updates in a row... just hush and read.

As those of you who know me personally may be aware, I can have some very odd dreams at times. Some are cinematic, while others are more lucid. Last night I had two interesting ones of the cinematic variety that I just thought I'd share:

As the first dream opens, I find myself lying in bed... masturbating under the covers. It isn't long before, through my closed eyelids, I can see that all the lights in the room have gone off. I open my eyes to discover that I am in a bed which is not my own. I decide to take a quick look around the room, which is small, decorated almost entirely in shades of red and has no windows to be seen, in hopes that I can find the light switch. The wall to the right of the bed has a mock window (no more than a square of metallic black paint) over which some velvet draperies with tassel trim are drawn. To the right of the "window" is a small decoratively carved cherrywood bedstand, on which sits a lamp with a red satin shade. I try to switch it on, only to find that it has no bulb. The wall directly in front of the bed is covered by a large entertainment center, the main screen of which is displaying nothing but snow... not static snow, but a video of real snowfall. This is not an entertainment center in the typical sense, but more like one giant control panel with no less than five screens and various knobs and switches. On the wall to the left of the bed hangs a large vanity mirror with a heavily decorated wooden frame and several pieces of diaphanous red and gold cloth draped over the top. A locked door with a fancy antique handle is located directly beside the bed, along with a bedstand and lamp identical to the ones on the other side of the room. I try this lamp, and suddenly everything in the room lights up. All screens on the entertainment center are now functional... some displaying parts of the room, others just static. This is when my attention turn to the bed itself... A lavishly decorated canopy hides beneath it a variety of camera lenses and miniature screens. I lay on the bed to get a better view, and push a random green button only to find myself staring back at me from one of the overhead screens. My legs are displayed on one of the entertainment center screens, and my hands on yet another of the overhead screens. I sit and stare at myself for a moment, then study the canopy control panel... trying to figure out whether or not this video is recording.

This is the point where I wake up and go get a glass of water.
After I fell back asleep, this followed:

This dream is completely unlike the first. It is only in shades of grey, and my vision remains hazy the entire time. The atmosphere is dreary and I'm walking along a melancholy beach with a friend who I don't actually know in real life, chatting and steadily heading for some unknown location. Pretty soon we see a small narwhal, only about six feet in length, that has beached itself on a sandbar in the middle of a large tidepool. The tidepool is surrounded by people who are all staring at the animal. No one wants to swim out and save it because the water is thick with jellyfish, so they just stand around chanting in unison, "Won't someone save the narwhal?"
I have the idea to build a dam to the tidepool out of sand and scoop buckets of water into it so as to raise the water level and free the narwhal, but soon discover that none of the bystanders plan to help me with the task. It was more work than I could accomplish alone, so I gave up and continued my walk down the beach... my friend had apparently been caught in the crowd and stayed behind to chant "Won't someone save the narwhal?" for the rest of eternity.

That's the last thing I remember before I woke up. I had another dream with the same mood as this one once, only in that one the beach flooded and several people drowned. I escaped by floating on a piece of driftwood. Yay for driftwood, and yay for narwhals.

[	mood	|	hot	]
[	music	|	Cirque du Soleil - The Rose Boy	]

I didn't get to discuss college plans with my parents today, since dad got home before mom did and I therefore didn't get a chance to remind mom about it. She either forgot or just didn't feel like talking about it today, so I guess I'll try again tomorrow...
Other than that, no new updates.

[	mood	|	drowsy	]
[	music	|	Boa - Duvet	]

Questions stolen from Sahin's journal:

ABORTION?
Pro-choice all the way. There's a big different between a first trimester fetus with basically no nervous system to speak of and a fully developed baby. I would disagree with abortions taking place during the third trimester (ignoring emergency cases where it is essential to the health of the mother,) but so long as laws remain the way they are, I'm happy.

DEATH PENALTY?
I used to be without a definite opinion on this subject until I watched an Ani Difranco music DVD. She argued that it was unfair to pass such irrevocable judgment on a person based solely on the single worst decision they've made in their lifetime. It's like saying that that person's life is only as good as their worst moment. Not only that, but there's always the possibility of sending an innocent person to their death...
I hate to say that I lack faith in the justice system, but I have heard plenty of cases where a person has spent years and years in prison, only to be set free later when the evidence is reviewed again and it is found that they could not possibly have committed the crime they were accused of.

PROSTITUTION?
Should be legal. Limiting a person's right as to what they can do with their own body seems so wrong. Morality is relative, people. Just because it's not your cup of tea doesn't mean that others shouldn't be allowed their freedoms.

ALCOHOL?
I think the drinking age should be lower than the driving age so that people can learn how they handle their liquor before they have the chance to drive while intoxicated. I feel that if liquor weren't treated as such a taboo forbidden fruit, young people would be less likely to abuse it. The drinking age should really be lowered to 18, at least... If a person is old enough to fight and die for their country, they're certainly old enough to have a drink.

MARIJUANA?
Though I don't smoke the stuff myself, I think it should be legal, but with some of the same restrictions that alcohol has. Legal smoking age... no driving while high... no being high in public... etc. Having public places where one could legally buy and smoke marijuana would decrease risks, as the government would be better able to regulate the quality and quantity that people purchased. This would be less risky for consumers, since one could be certain that their marijuana didn't contain rat poison or other more harmful substances.

OTHER RECREATIONAL DRUGS?
Completely depends on the drug we're talking about and the risks involved. I'm willing to say that a good number could probably safely be legalised, but with restrictions. Once again, it would be nice if the government had a way to regulate whether or not the drugs were pure... An example would be that, while X alone isn't that harmful or addictive, it is often combined with much more harmful drugs. For the record, I don't use drugs of any kind *lol*

GAY MARRIAGE?
What ever happened to the ideals of freedom and equality? Legal.

ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS?
No opinion.

SMOKING?
I'm fine with the current arrangement. As long as there are distinct smoking and non-smoking sections in restaurants so that people have the option of escaping the smoke if they so choose, I'm happy.

DRUNK DRIVING?
Should carry heavier consequences. There's just no excuse for irresponsibility. I have no problem with people drinking, but when they endanger others... that's a different matter entirely.

CLONING?
I don't mind this on most levels, but I'm a little iffy about cloning humans. I mean, the result is a child that the concept will have to be explained to....

RACISM?
Is a terrible thing, but when you consider that most racists have been taught to be that way since birth, it's easier to forgive the fact that they can't simply unlearn that overnight.

PREMARITAL SEX?
Is fun?

RELIGION?
I'm a religious relativist, so I of course think that religion is relative to the individual.
That said, I like the theory that god is not only a part of everything, but is everything. It's the idea that the ground, the rocks, the trees, the sky, the planets, spirits, emotion, you and I, are all a part of something vast and all-consuming. We are connected to everything that does exist, has existed, and will exist in that we are all a part of that one continual existence.

THE WAR IN IRAQ?
I don't approve of it, exactly. I think it's a good thing that we got Saddam out of power... but a bad thing that we go poking our noses in places we're not asked to poke them. Also, I think we underestimated how much effort it was going to be... It's good that we're helping our world neighbors, but how much are we willing to sacrifice for it?

BUSH?
To quote Sahin: "Tries to mean well. Doesn't mean he always does well."

DOWNLOADING ILLEGAL MP3S?
Do it all the time. Feel no remorse.
If I like an artist well enough, I buy their album even if I already have every song from it in mp3 form. I am not, however, going to pay $17 for a Britney Spears album when I am only going to listen to one song from it... and I listen to that one song only very rarely. (I like "Toxic"... I'm so weak *weeps*)

LEGAL DRINKING AGE?
See "Alcohol".

PORN?
Don't see a problem with it. Keep it out of the reach of children. Oh, and my collection of gay pr0n has nothing to do with this...

SUICIDE?
It's sad that people do it, but when a person runs out of coping resources, sometimes it seems like their only way out. I'm not going to say that I think it's okay for angsty teenagers to go around shooting themselves in their faces, but I can think of some situations where even I might consider suicide. If one had a terminal illness that got to the point where they were in constant pain and every day was a struggle... well, let's just say that we humanely euthanize our beloved pets when they are in that situation...

[	mood	|	satisfied	]
[	music	|	Ours - Sometimes	]

[	mood	|	nervous	]
[	music	|	Michael Jackson - Thriller	]

Tomorrow is the day my parents and I are going to sit down and discuss my college plans. I asked mom to approach the topic with dad during their lunch break tomorrow so that I don't have to see his initial reaction. I'm sure I'll get that eerie feeling that lets me know something is horribly wrong, though.

On a much more upbeat note, I just found out that Orgy is back together and touring! Huzzah!

I just found a fortune cookie, still in its wrapper, in my purse.

"The object of your desire comes closer.
Lucky # 78, 45, 16, 13, 8, 2"

It also says that the Chinese word for milk is "niu-na".

[	mood	|	frustrated	]
[	music	|	Ours - Here is the Light	]

I'm frustrated to the point of tears. I want to go to college in New York, and my mom seemed to be supporting my decision... then when I asked her for a little help with the application, she suddenly realised how serious I am about this. It was fine as long as the idea was only something I mentioned in passing, but now that I've finished all but one page of the application, written all the essays, gotten copies of my transcipt etc... completed almost the entire application process by myself... she has decided that she would rather I take my basics at the local college!
I wouldn't have had such a big problem with this if she hadn't already let me get my hopes up... I feel helpless and crushed. Before today, I at least had one parent on my side... but now I'm on my own. My mom says we'll all sit down and have a talk about it, but I know I'm outnumbered and overpowered, and the odds are against me. I am completely alone in this process, since my mom didn't even realise that a person has to actually apply to most colleges nowadays. She has never been through the application process and doesn't know how to do it. Luckily, I've done that part for myself already.

"You need to at least spend one year at the local college."
I can see it now. "A year" turns into "your basics... freshman and sophomore years" which soon becomes "you've come this far, you might as well graduate here." I know my parents would prefer that I just live and die in this town, but our college can't even offer me what I need to attain my goals. I'd like to be a research geneticist, and our college's genetics program is only a year old and shakey at best.

The issue isn't even money. I would understand if we simply couldn't afford it, but we can. I offered to get a job, go to a (much cheaper) community college in New York for a year until I gained residency, and take out student loans if need be, and it doesn't change a single goddamned thing. My parents are protecting me from something that I don't need or want to be protected from... my independence.

Don't get me wrong, I'm aware that starting college and moving out of state at the same time is going to be extremely stressfull for me, but the payoffs are completely worth that initial drama. Besides that, it would be no more stressful than moving off to Brazil for a year as an exchange student would have been. That was my other option, and one which mom happily supported. I have the option of doing a college level exchange with the college I'd like to attend, and to a country I would much rather visit.
Additionally, even if I did agree to take my basics at the local college, there is no guarantee that the credits would transfer evenly. I would almost certainly end up taking at least one repeat course. If I went to the community college in New York that I offered as an alternative, the credits are much more likely to tranfer evenly since it is another campus of the State University of New York... just like my college of choice is. Even mom ackowledges that the arguments she is making against the move are unfounded. In her words:

"I know you think you can do everything by yourself.... and I guess you probably can..."

It's not as though I would be completely on my own anyway... There are plenty of people I could and would ask for help if I needed it.

I feel like all the arguments mom has offered against this aren't to keep me home in my best interest... they're to keep me home in her best interest. She probably wouldn't have been strong enough at my age to leave her familiar surroundings so abruptly, but I am not her! I enjoy being taken out of my element entirely and being thrust into something completely new. If she would just give me a chance, I'm sure I wouldn't disappoint her.

[	mood	|	pissed off	]
[	music	|	Nothing	]

I think the neighbor kids are shooting birds. I have found two injured ones right ouside their trailer (yes, we're lucky enough to have had a trailer park built right beside our house... lovely, considering our house has been here more than 18 years. Bye bye property value...) I managed to catch one of the birds and it is now resting in a box in my room, but the other was hiding in tall grass and I couldn't get to it... I'll keep trying, though. Not only is shooting wild birds (with what I assume are BB guns) a cruel thing to do since they often don't die from the shot, but it's also illegal.

"Violation: Class B misdemeanor (5.43.061 and .062). Except as otherwise provided, no person may: catch, kill injure or possess, dead or alive, or purchase, sell or transport a bird that is not a game bird; possess any part of the plumage, skin or body of a bird not a game bird; disturb or destroy the eggs, nest or young of a bird not a game bird."

I'm going to give them a warning, then if I ever see them shooting birds again I'm calling the police on the little fuckers. I hate those tiny hog children... One day I'll run them over and claim it was an accident.
"Oh officer, it was horrible! I stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake by mistake...!"


In other news, my friend Stephanie, who I haven't seen in years, came into my room at 10AM this morning and woke me up. Thank goodness my dad had warned me that she said she was going to do so one day soon *lol*
We went and ate buffet Chinese for lunch/breakfast and talked for a while. We used to be the best of friends, but we grew in completely different directions. She listens to country music and whatnot, while I'm the pierced weirdo. I showed her my new rook piercing, which grossed her out... much to my amusement.
She said she'd come and wake me up again some other day, and I told her to be merciful and wait until 11:00 at least.

[	mood	|	worried	]
[	music	|	Ani DiFranco - Hello Birmingham	]

Fletch, this message is for you just in case you read my blog. Despite what you may think, there are people who genuinely care about you. It breaks my heart every time I hear that someone has treated you like shit, because you don't deserve that. You're better than that, and you're better than them. No matter what happens, your true friends will always be there for you... myself included. I'm proud to know you, and I hope you'll consider reinstalling your messengers so we can talk... or email me your phone number or something, if you'd rather do that. My email address is linked through my name over there on the left, if you don't know it.
Please keep in touch, I'd miss you if you didn't...

[	mood	|	amused	]
[	music	|	Cirque du Soleil - Vai Vedrai	]

Alex just told me that the school caught on fire again, and this time three rooms burnt. This is so beyond cool. I'm really missing out on the action by having graduated early...
Today I watched part of Dr. Phil, and he was trying to fix a marriage that ought not be fixed. Let's face it, the best thing for these people would be a divorce. The guy is completely whipped, and the wife has cheated on him three times, had a baby from one of those affairs, and is just a general bitch. The wife always has something to complain about... I can't stand her. If she were my wife, I would have strangled her already... and stabbed her in the face multiple times... but not before having fed her her own intestines. She should also have her gaping, festering vagina sewn shut and her tongue removed. You know, just for good measure.

I'm going to Walmart to look at the bettas as soon as my hair dries. Hopefully they'll have some pretties for me this week.

[	mood	|	sick	]
[	music	|	Buddha Bar - Den Me Agapas	]

Well, I'm sick today. I caught a cold, and since nearly everyone around me has had one recently, I'm not sure from whom. I'm doped up on Tylenol Cold Night-time, so I'm feeling nice and relaxed. Other than a few unpleasant cold symptoms, it has been a very uneventful day.

[	mood	|	good	]
[	music	|	Ani DiFranco - Deep Dish	]

Ah, another uneventful day. Today I cleaned out all my fish bowls and my rat cage, so I guess I at least accomplished something... and I have 14 fish bowls, mind you. It's no simple task.
The sunset was a really nice colour today, but I noticed it a few minutes too late for it to be worth taking a picture of.
Has anyone noticed that I've trained myself to use British spellings? I do not and have never lived in England, so I guess that makes me a poseur. I just prefer the British spellings and always have... "grey" is so much better than "gray", and the same goes for "colour" and "color". About a year ago I decided that I should start spelling things the way I thought they looked best, so long as it was actually a correct spelling. At this point, spelling things the British way has become automatic... it takes a conscious effort for me to spell "realise" with a z. I also like Spanish accents better than Mexican ones, so maybe I just have a grudge against North America.
One of my online friends sent me a picture of someone she has had some bad experiences with... this picture can be found in a criminal registry. Enough said. As much as I sympathise with my friend, I also have some sympathy for the criminal... and I think my friend may, too. His prison term is relatively short, though -- 1 year 8 months -- so I don't feel too bad for him. I have no doubt he deserves every second of that time. Typical of me to feel sorry for the villain. *lol*
It's just so complicated sometimes... society and the judicial system dictate that there is a black-and-white right and wrong, but that's not something I have personally observed to be true. Of course, society could hardly function without concrete laws and consequences, so that's a moot point. The system could definitely be better, but it could also be worse. Sometimes criminals go free while innocents rot in jail, and that's just the way it is. Anarchists would say that we should do away with the system altogether, but the simple fact is that people in modern times do not have enough sense to govern and police themselves. Just think of how many people see psychiatrists on a regular basis and that fact becomes obvious. Hell, all you really have to do is surf the internet. That's evidence enough.
It would be nice, however, if lawmakers were actually level-headed and open-minded. In this country we sing the praises of free speech and equality, and yet gays cannot marry and things like this are allowed to happen.

Maybe people ought to take my opinions with a grain of salt though, as I am most definitely a liberal. I condone abortion and tongue splitting, for crying out loud.

[	mood	|	mellow	]
[	music	|	Dido - Do You Have a Little Time	]

I just thought I'd post the lyrics to this song because it's amazingly honest somehow.

"i search your profile
for a translation
i study the conversation
like a map
'cause i know there is strength
in the differences between us
and i know there is comfort
where we overlap

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking,
no, i'm not done looking yet

each one of us
wants a piece of the action
you can hear it in what we say
you can see it in what we do
we negotiate with chaos
for some sense of satisfaction
if you won't give it to me
at least give me a better view

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking
no,i'm not done looking yet

i build each one of my songs
out of glass
so you can see me inside of them
i suppose
or you could just leave the image of me
in the background, i guess
and watch your own reflection superimposed

i build each one of my days out of hope
and i give that hope your name
and i don't know you that well
but it don't take much to tell
either you don't have the balls
or you don't feel the same

come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so i can see your silhouette
i hope
you have got all night
'cause i'm not done looking
no, i'm not done looking yet

i search your profile for a translation
i study the conversation like a map
'cause i know there is strength
in the differences between us
and i know there is comfort
where we overlap"

[	mood	|	loved	]
[	music	|	Ani DiFranco - Overlap	]

Today was extremely uneventful. I woke up at around noon, took a shower and watched a show about the evolution of feathers. Got online at about 2pm and chatted for a while. Ate a couple of ghetto hotdogs (on burger buns rather than regular bread this time.)
Mom got home and made dinner (mmm, pasta) and we discussed politics for all of five minutes. My parents and I don't talk much.
Following dinner, I got back online... and that brings us to the present.
I live an exciting life.... and were it not for my overprotective parents, that statement would be true.

[	mood	|	satisfied	]
[	music	|	Cafe del Mar - Aria	]

Yay, now I have cute little kitties in my posts.



What's Your Jrock Quirk? Test made by: Docudrama

Yesterday I went out to eat at Ihop with Alex. The Alex whose blog I've linked to, not the Alex who used to constantly ask me to hang out with him and who is roommates with Brian. After that, we went to Hastings because I wanted to rent "Bladerunner" (which I completely forgot about after a while.) Hastings no longer has "But I'm a Cheerleader" for rent, which is really stupid. That movie had a rare and wonderful brand of hilarity... and lesbians.
I ended up renting "Gummo" and buying "Kids". After having watched them, I wish it had been the other way around. It's alright though... "Kids" is worth owning as well. "Kids" paints a portrait of 24 hours in the lives of a group of city kids. "Gummo" does basically the same thing, but for small-town America. Both films were visually and emotionally disturbing, but I think the worst thing is that, while watching, I know in the back of my mind that I have met people who are very much like the characters in either one movie or the other. I happen to live in a small American town, so we have our share of "Gummo" style hicks and inbreeds... we're also lucky enough to have a good number of pot-smoking std infected teens.
Heaven help us all.

From the blog of my Turkish delight:
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Also, my sex drive is so much better than that...

I talked to my ex for the first time in months today. I've really missed having him as a friend. He says he still hates me, but we can carry out a decent conversation, so I take that to be a good sign. It's really pretty incredible how far everyone has come. I mean, between talking to my ex and reading David's latest blog entry, it becomes obvious that people are growing and maturing... And somehow, it feels like they're my family and I'm watching them grow up with me. I've always loved my friends for who they are, but I'm actually proud of the people I see them becoming. It's a really great feeling.

David just told me that someone set the school on fire today. I almost regret having graduated early, as doing so caused me to miss the excitement. According to David, someone apparently doused the boys' bathroom in kerosene and lit it on fire... or something like that. I drove by the school about ten minutes after all the drama was over, on my way home from Subway. I always miss the fun... *pout*
I also got a new betta today. I just can't help myself. There should be a 12 step program I can join to quit my betta addiction. He's not even an unusual colour... I just bought him because he has nice fins and is freakin' huge. Oh well, at least now I know he won't end up as the pet of some snotty-nosed kid who tries to feed him Tylenol.

I am currently enjoying my first blueberries of the year -- which are pretty good, considering that they're not actually in season yet -- and sipping a yummy coke in a bottle. Coke is better out of a bottle than out of a can, by the way. I'm not sure why that is exactly, but I am sure you'll all agree with me on this.

All shall bow before the mighty wrath of Belial, brother of Satan and devourer of souls:

Today is perfect. My life is great. I am smiling to myself as I type this.

I was about to say that I don't have any reason to be happy, but that's completely untrue. I guess what I mean is that there's no specific reason why I should be happier today than I am any other day. Nothing makes today unique. I woke up, took a shower, and sat in front of my computer all day like I always do.
The sun is filtering through my reed window shades and casting some inspiring shadows on the petals of my moth orchid (and reflecting somewhat less aesthetically off a box of mini butterfingers and a can of compressed air *lol*) and Ani Difranco is blaring on my speakers... her music will forever be connected to memories of someone very dear to me.

Call me a romantic... or even cliche... but I think life is absolutely amazing. If I were the religious type, I'd praise God for every breath I take, every blink of my eyes, and every striking aspect of creation... but as it is, I'm just sincerely thankful. I guess it's a good thing I'm not religious, because that would add up to more praising than I have the patience for.
It just seems like my life is moving forward after years of being in a stand-still. A major change is finally on the verge of happening, and I can't wait!

I might be going off to college far from home. Or, depending on how you look at it, much closer to home. My parents are afraid I'll be homesick, but the irony is that I've been homesick my entire life. Maybe I don't really know where I belong, but i do know that it's not here. Note that I don't say that in a mopey angsty emo sort of way... it's just a simple fact. When I was much younger and I'd get depressed, sometimes I'd sit in my room and say to myself over and over "I want to go home." I didn't understand what I meant by that even as I said it, and it didn't make sense to me until fairly recently.

The entire point of this post is that life is beautiful. It doesn't get any simpler than that.

Added a right side panel and some clicky link thingies to go in it. Humbert is my lover, even if I am a couple of years too old for him at this point....

I only got about four hours of sleep last night since I woke up at noon... You do the math, I have a strange sleeping schedule. Sleeping all day and staying up all night comes naturally to me, and is certainly a lot easier now that I've graduated high school and am currently unemployed.
Later, Megan and I went to the local tattoo/piercing shop to look at the jewelry. They didn't have anything I wanted in the size I needed, so I didn't get to waste any money. After that we went to the fish shop and stared at all the saltwater lovelies. Megan, under my demonic influence, bought a newt and a tiny African dwarf frog. I want an African dwarf frog, but my Dragon fish would eat him...
Today was supposed to be betta day at Walmart, but had they put the new shipment on the shelves/in the tanks yet? Nooooo, of course not. Lazy bastards. They had better have some extra nice bettas in this shipment to appease my fishless wrath, for I am their god and shall smite them.

Nis hasn't been online today, which is a shame... the Filipino transsexual and I were forced to talk amongst ourselves.

# posted by Synirr | 12:00 AM |

Changed templates. My blog is now prettier, but no longer the essence of hilarity.

Welcome to my new blog. I picked this format because it's called "Jellyfish" and I think jellyfish are funny... so, by choosing this format, my blog is guaranteed to be the very essence of hilarity. One time when I was younger I got stuck on an innertube in the Gulf of Mexico completely surrounded by spawning jellyfish. There was literally no space between one jellyfish and the next. I was scared to death because falling off my innertube would mean paralysis from all the stings (not to mention extreme amounts of pain.) I did see a few dolphins, though. Eventually a lifeguard came to save me... at which point it was discovered that the jellyfish were actually of a stingless variety which I previously thought only dwelled in rivers, but which apparently swim into the gulf during breeding season. Oh well... the more you know!

I'm listening to Dead Can Dance right now. I must be goth.

I shall now talk about David since he likes to read about himself. David and I went to Pepper Jack's, a local restaurant, a day or two ago. He showed up in pajama pants and I made him try Greek food. He seemed confused by the new flavours. I happen to love the Greek chicken plate thingy at Pepper Jack's... made by real authentic Greeks! Well, it's made by Greeks if you order it when one of the Greek employees is working... otherwise it's made by Texan college students, which just isn't the same somehow.
After the meal, I went to the movie theatre to give my friend Megan some medication for her infected ear piercing. It's a tragus, and looks really nice (except for the infection part.)
I got my rook pierced a couple of days ago and am very happy with it. If it gets infected and my ear rots off, I'll be sad.

The drowned beetle that I fished out of one of my betta bowls and covered in salt just came back to life! He was dead for around 30 minutes so I didn't think it was going to work... but lo and behold, he's wiggling his little legs. Beetles are pretty amazing creatures...

Well, that's all for now. Ciao my darling little meat sacks!