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Peace out.

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:43:39 PST

It feels like I'm speaking a foreign language to everyone around me.

But, ah, Nevermind.

Madness.

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:07:26 PST

Fatass destroyed my earphones. I need those for class. I'm going insane because I can't talk to anyone or listen to music.

My mom is spouting crazy shit. Saying I have to go to bed early and eat Oatmeal everyday because the doctor said it was good for me. This is buuuuullshit. And they gave memore meds. So it's...

1-2 Clonidine
1 Xyzal
2-3 Vyvanse
1-2 of this new shit
2 Inhalters with an Aerochamber.
Eyedrops
Nasal spray
There's more medications buit I can't memorize them all.
Not to mention my contacts and or glasses.

And she says I'm going to have to start a sport.

A sport.

I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now.

Drop what you're doing. Right now.

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:27:05 PST

Go tell someone how much you love them, right now. Haven't said it to one of your parents in a long time? Get a sheet of paper. Get some markers. Don't care about your artistic talent, and just draw. Write "I love you Mommy" or "I love you Daddy", or "I love you Sammy, Brandy and Charlotte!"

Just do it. Right now, even if you can't get the note or picture to the person right now. I don't care if they're dead. Just do it, for me, for you, right now. As soon as you can.

Talk to me about it later. Something happened, but I'm not sure what. Or how to say what.

"Never..."

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:19:46 PST

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"Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey."

- Tad Williams

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Bull Gates.

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:51:01 PDT

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Looks just like Voragine. XD

Wings

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:43:25 PDT

So, my comedy routine is pretty much a roundabout list of reasons why I'm going to die alone.

And uh. Effing pagent. I better win. My family doesn't have a lot of money. We're extending ourselves quite a bit financially. 50 for the ads, 95 for the dress, I need my hair and nails done. The first two alone? Yeah, that's my merry fucking Christmas. I don't like how any of this sounds. If I win, it'll be because I deserve two. Not the girls standing around talking about how this isn't a real pagent, and how they can't take it seriously. And the girls who stand around laughing at me for things I don't want to be laughed at for.

And I'm having so much fun sitting alone in the front row. No real plans for Halloween. Not gonna get a date to the dance. I've been on the verge of tears for two days straight. I have nothing to read. I'm going to run a drawing, feeling like this. My DS is dead and in the car, and I suddenly feel like I'm even more of a nerd because I'm upset that I can't play Pokemon. Like, in a bad way, for once. I happened to look at the Star Trek themed cup beside me when I typed that, and I don't know whether to cry or to laugh. I hope I don't die tomorrow. I will have accomplished nothing worthwhile. Yesterday, I cried because I realized I'm never going to slay a dragon, and I'm never going to own my own house.

And I'm going to spend the rest of my life bent over a clipboard, drawing and writing and pondering metaphysics every day with my face down, never seeing anything and missing all the good jokes while everyone else laughs and plays and grows. Together. While I just sit and stagnate and slowly die, because (woe is me!) nobody seems to understand or notice. It's fine to say I have a smidge of talent. But what the hell do I do with it? I don't have the patience for animation. I can't stick with a plot for stories and comics. I can't draw or write unless I have the inspiration to, which isn't something companies look for in hiring artists. I could draw all I like, but it can't get me anywhere. It's like I have these wings, but I can't fly on them. Useless, metal wings. Dead-fucking-weight.

It's the only thing that makes that depressing class fun, sitting with my back to everyone and listening to people talk and laugh about jokes I don't know about and will probably never get to hear. Because I'm Kortne' Slade, world-class genius, who is going to go to college and graduate certified for something she'll never use and then either die or go to a mental hospital.

I just absolutely, truly, fucking love life sometimes. I really do.

Today I learned...

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 15:58:27 PDT

I'm an Uke.

You are an Innocent Uke!

Cute and sweet, and most gentle of all uke, whips and chains are not for you - you just want someone to love you. You are often spotted in candy shops wearing furry kitty ears, where you are sure to be noticed by the Romantic Seme, whose protective instincts will kick in and will only want to take you home and love and protect you. And you, of course, will be more than happy to spend the rest of your life baking cookies for your seme.

Most compatible with: Romantic Seme

Least compatible with: Sadistic Seme, Don't Fuck With Me Seme

What seme or uke are you? Take the experience at SemeUke.com, or find merchandise here.

Devious Journal Entry

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:53:52 PDT

Guess whose mom called her art crap? Same person who needs a little help picking up the shards of her self-esteem... Same kid who'll be permenantly checking into an insane asylum after graduating highschool.

Five years

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 19:45:21 PDT

e-e S'one of those 'Let the world know or you'll never feel better' days. Guys, trust me. I care about you, all of you. I'm just too awkward to know ho to cheer you up. I try in my own way if I can, but I'm really good at... Fucking up and making things worse.

And I can't say anything other than 'I'm fine', irl. And I do it behind a computer screen a lot too. The only reason I'm getting a therapist? Because my sister would barge in and catch me crying, and tell my mom. I'm going to say "I'm fine", because any more and I burst into tears. I don't even like being questioned on what I do in my free time. I draw and use the internet and look up how-to-overcome-your-somethings on wikihow to put myself at ease for a little bit. Unplug me, and I'm pathetic.

So yeah. I feel like I'm... Killing my social life. People are changing and getting closer and trying new things and going through things... And I'm not a part of it. You know how I am, attention starved dog. I feel all left out, when I'm not. It's not uncommon to feel totally alone in a room. It upsets me because I'm not alone, but when I sit there for an entire class period trying to figure out one goddamn sentence, it frustrates me. I like it when people talk to me, and I don't have to initiate the conversation. I heard Braxton feels like that, and likes it when people say "Hi" to him. I'm going to say hi to him every day from now on, 'cause he's my pal.

I'm gonna... Try and get out of my room a little more. Try. I'd like to go to AC and run around sometime, or invite a friend or to over to watch anime and sleep over. Because I don't feel too hot lately.

Am I gonna be sad like this for the rest of my life? Just being generally sad and angry and disappointed at... living. This is five years of depressive spells. Five years. Zoloft didn't do shit but make it harder when I crashed again. I'd like to have the normal teenage privileges of going to the mall with my friends, sleepovers, walking several yards away from my house to the store on the corner. I'd like to see a fucking beach, for the first time in my life. And run on it. With friends. I'm not even asking to go on trips to Africa or go to stay-in camps like kids who aren't me get to do. I'd like to make awkward silences extinct, and talk freely, as if I weren't going to burst into tears or be afraid whatever I said would bite me in the ass later. Because, Ha, my dA pops up whenever you Google my name. My parents probably keep my Journals on file and are waiting for me to do something really terrible to prove that I'm as horrible as they want to believe. Because I can work my ass off over a baby that isn't mine. I can be a straight-A student, well behaved, polite. And they'd still make me watch five children everyday all summer for no pay. And they expect me to do it happily. And they believe IGNORING a major depressive disorder, anxiety disorder, self esteem issues, and all the other bullshit that comes bundled up in a fucked up little human being will make it disappear. Just up and disappear like that! These people make me sick sometimes. They love me, they say they want to help me, to other people.

But then they're screaming "OBEY!" at me, like I'm a slave instead of a human being. Holding expectations too high and not noticing a goddamn thing. I can't even think of trying to confide in my family, not anymore. Not when they treat me like a chore, a taskbot. Not when they act like they don't need me, until they need me... Not when they act like I can't go away, I'm property.

I need a hug.

Pretty Rave Girl

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 00:05:56 PDT

I want a pretty rave girl. D:

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I know this pretty rave girl
always thinkin''bout her
and when she says hi to me
butterfly's go right through me
and when I see her dancin'
wanna take a chance in
getting a little closer
and maybe get to know her
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Or maybe I want to be a pretty rave girl?

Ungrounded myself!

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 05:37:45 PDT

How? Why, I'm learned in the ways of subtleties and persuasion through the literary and linguistic arts!

...

**I weaseled out of it, making the smooth transition from doing homework, to checking Facebook, to playing Furc in three days. Beautifully smooth, cha.

Grounded

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 10:35:19 PDT

e-e I won't be on for a while, other than during school. Like, now.

Novel Exerpt

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 20:02:24 PDT

[Tell me how I'm doing!]

Winter whispered in Minerva's

ears, voice light in the frostcut air. She found

something reassuring in it. Something which

reminded her of home. A notion foreign to the

lattice of freezing spires trapping the party.

Snow flurried in gentle spirals about what was

truly the remnants of the few lucky survivors:

Other than Minerva, only Demitri staggered

on with a single, unconscious child wrapped

in blankets. Young Tygve, curled in his

blanket and the remnants of Demitri's cape.

The boy didn't seem as if he'd be waking

soon.

Eyes swept across a pale desert,

the forms of craggy rocks and ledges long

buried in the snow. The Algidspires were

beautiful and terrible. The sun, even hiding,

painted a prism across the desert of snow.

The crunching sound they made as they

passed through was nearly unbearably loud

compared to the silence. To look back

again, to see the foot prints marring the

smooth snow, would be an admission of her

being an unworthy blemish on the land. It

seemed more than a bit hopeless to press

on further. All she wanted to do was lull

herself to sleep on the rhythm of the wind.

But the fragments wouldn't let her. And

Demitri. He especially wouldn't be the one to

let the frost settle in her veins. A true knight,

one who had done his duty and deserved a

break. One her age who could never be the

same after spilling blood in her name.

It was there she swore. Once

everything was righted, she would never

bother Demitri with her wishes again. Even, to

go against his wishes to keep him from

becoming involved in more of this strife... If they made it out of the current situation alive.

Haha, Epic Birthday!

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 15:36:27 PDT

I had an epic day. Thanks to friends, love you guys. They made a card, and it was win. They bought me Ice-cream, too. Found out I'll be taking the PSAT in October. Drove today. Behind the actual wheel of a car... Don't worry, teach had a break on his side. And I DID have to sit on one of those things so I could see over the wheel.

I've got my fave food here, too!

e-e And... Ugh. Men.

(No offense, guys.)

Comissions: Open

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:44:00 PDT

Officially.

- Reference art, sketches, or a detailed description of the character. At times, extra information on the character will be needed.

- Help me out a bit. It will be worth your money. Maybe I'll need to hear the character's theme song to get a clearer picture of who (or what) I'm drawing. Or learn up on the character's mannerisms.

- I'll also write or contribute to character design with pay.

- I don't do explicit art. I'm a minor, and can only go as far to suggest.

- Patience. Don't rush the artist. Sometimes I'll be given a difficult or frustrating project, which may need much reference research. Or, I'm uninspired and need some time before I can work on your piece. Commissions are more difficult for me, and hence I need more time than I would to do a drawing for fun.

- Prices -
Sketch: 1.00 - 2.50 (USD)
Lineart: 2.00 - 3.00 (USD)
Portrait: 2.00 - 4.50 (USD), depending on difficulty of the subject.
Full body: 2.50 - 5.00 (USD), depending on the complexity and detail of the subject.
Full body, color: 3.00 - 5.00 (USD)
Full page and color : 10.00 - 15.00 (USD), depending on the complexity and detail of the piece.

So...

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:00:02 PDT

Last night while I was trying to sleep, my mind expanded past it's walls. Unpleasant feeling. Like a random panic attack, except your mind feels like it fills the room.

Urgh. Biology test tomorrow.

Hoshit, don't want bad luck!

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 11:36:35 PDT

V Â I Â R Â G Â O: The freakiest
Dominant in relationships. Sexy. someone loves them right now. Freak in bed. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Intellectual. Attractive. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Hard to forget. Love at first sight. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. The one and only. Ultimate sexiness.Great kisser. 7 years of bad luck if you do not repost.

[Damn skippy. Jk]

Dresscode.

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:52:48 PDT

Friends from schoool~! I has a question!

Are neon hot pink skinny jeans against dresscode? 'Cause, I'm gonna make tuesday fun.

Confession

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 00:31:48 PDT

So. Yeah. I never learned to draw chibis. I just do what I've seen when it comes to them, not a learned technique.

On mom's laptop, cannot download anything to speak to people. No facebook 'cause it's late and I'll get in trouble for being on, by dad. Drawing, because I can just feel rust settling in on my tiny bit of 'talent'.

Papa...

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:23:18 PDT

He had a stroke about a year ago, and was in a coma for a while. He came out of the coma unable to speak or move much on his own, but he was still alive and could hear us and blink and even move his neck. I saw him Monday, and was able to tell him about applying for the NC School of the Arts, and how I made all A's and B's for him, just like he wanted. The Hospice was indescribably gorgeous. I wish I'd taken pictures. My Aunt Betty and I were going to spend Sunday night at the Hospice with Papa, and were going to let his wife go home and relax for a while.

The funeral is Saturday, viewing at 10, service at 11.

As proof of my love for you all...

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 23:29:01 PDT

I show you THIS!: [link]ost&s=view&id=462669&id=10

Trapped.

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 09:57:23 PDT

Five or six children.

[In my fucking house]

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~KannaSireyu — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:25:58 PDT

Therapists apparently aren't excepting patients around here. I need to stop complaining to the internet and wallowing around in my own pot of sad, but I always end up starting the second half of a sentence with 'but', and condemning myself after 'and'. ><

Sick.

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:45:01 PDT

>< How is it possible to throw up... nothing? Nothing that I ate, anyways. Acid reflux or something?

Impasse.

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:33:35 PDT

Yeah, so I have art block. Which leads to writer's block. I don't have any time to draw at dad's in the day, so I'm hella out of practice. I'm having a hard time with a basic head.

Painful.

Novel brainstorming is at a halt as well. I have no... inspiration. Can't think of anything original. And I'm not used to that.

Hey guys?

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 00:05:17 PDT

I feel a little like I'm being avoided this summer.

(Face to face interaction promotes growth in all areas on fitness)

Favorite Anime Characters!

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 06:58:37 PDT

[I'm tagging everyone who wants to be tagged!]

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachin [link]
Ichimaru Gin [link]
Ulquiorra [link]
Haruhi Fujioka [link]
Dr. Franken Stein [link]
Haruko Haruhara [link]
Renji Abarai (We share a Birthday!) [link]
Death The Kid [link]
Maes Hughes [link]
Sesshoumaru (I never fell out of love with Fluffy!) [link]
Zetsu [link]
Uryu [link]
Naota Nandaba [link]
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV [link]
Mr. Urahara [link]
Picollo [link]
Tamaki Suou [link]
Gaara, Temari, Kankuro [link]
Mamimi Samejima [link]
Lupin the 3rd [link]
Hatsumi Narita [link]
Roy Mustang [link]
Gin (Samurai Champloo) [link]

Why yes, I am posting!

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 20:29:37 PDT

[xD This is going to be linked in my desc(s) in furc, and I need a place to put it. Here will do fine.]

As the slowest poster in our community, this was a long time's coming. As I tell people, I spend a lot of time thinking on how to post. Most of the time I cant respond as I post because I'm trying to type my post in MS word. Spellcheck is my best friend. Because if I post fast, it turns out to be shitty, and I get called an idiot, which I have an issue with. I don't work well under pressure. When I take a long time to get through a few sentences in a post, I have to look at the furc window to check and see if everything is fine. If everyone is coomplaining, and especially if I'm being whispered about my posting speed, I get a little... Nervous (I've got an anxiety disorder, little known fact). And so I try to post quickly and it takes an hour AND is shitty.

Please don't badger me. It all goes faster when you don't. And you have to think about the time and my condition as well. Is it three AM where I am? I'm even slower if I'm tired, forgive me.

Distract yourself while I post. (Youtube, FTW)

Making it clear,

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 23:35:33 PDT

Me and Zach've been done for a while, just wanted people to know and made sure he knew very well earlier today.

And I haven't disasapeared off the face of the earth, I'm just busy. Went to the book store today, where a Nat.Geo and magazine about Kittens lost out to OTAKUSA. Uploading pictures from last day of school somewhere soon, sorry for the wait (especially for Charli!), been sorta busy. Ma keeps forgetting me at my dad's overnight because it saves her money to do so.

Fucked up, right?

None of my step mom's family showed up at the wedding reception (Even more fucked up). My blood is still boiling over that, but everything else is just fine. Some of you guys need to text me or something, send me a note if you need my number.

Kort: MIA

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 11:38:32 PDT

Yeah, everyone knows I'm near impossible to contact during the summer. Only try my mom's cell at night, and if I'm not there ask her to call my dad and tell 'em I have a phone call. I 'm not really ever actually sure where I'm going to be, so if you want to make plans with me give me a long time's advance in notice.

e-e This summer looks so fucking depressing already, ew. I'll probably volunteer, I need a job badly. Family opinion is that I'm too good for McDonalds (only entry level job that would take me), so I'll be volunteering with...

Lots.

Of little.

Kids.

I only suggesting babysitting in the first place as with one or two small children, I can deal there. One they turn into asshole son you, I start turning into the bionic bitch.

Chicken Queen

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 21:17:50 PDT

I can beat the hell out of guys twice my size in Chicken. xD

Uploading photos soon.

Saw night at the museum 2 with Ebony, Azrael, Rebekah, Brandy, and Lucas. Lucas and I figured out we were in the same class in grade K. Went to the bookstore and found some epic art and writing inspiration.

Won some stuff at a graduation party. Played my cousin Dirul's bass, improvised a simple but not too shabby little tune.

Went to Sam's pool party, hence the game of chicken.

Uh, I haven't slept since friday morning.

Amazing last day of school

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 15:32:45 PDT

I finally got to mooch off school Wifi, playing Pokemon today during the parts of the awards thing that I didn't really care much for. Four awards: Outstanding Art (Expected), Best Random Writing (Sorta expected), Highest GPA in English I (A little surprising), and Most Improved in Algebra I (If you didn't see my shocked zombie walk to Mr. T, you didn't see how surprised I really was). Mr. T said I had the highest score out of everyone who took our EOC. I'm still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and yell "YOU'VE BEEN PUNK'D!".

The lunch was great, and if you missed a few highlights, you missed all the fun:

My kitten illustration in Charlotte's Yearbook.

Using my Dragon-Art Book as a yearbook.

Carmelldansen and scaring Chan-Literate people.

Vandalising Caleb's Coffee Shark.

Introducing Westley to the rest of my friends.

Charlottle chucking a cupcake at Fa- Colby.

... Charlotte missing Colby and hitting Steven (SKITTLES) with it.

Freaking out over what Charlotte was writing on my arm in large letters with silver sharpie.

Blue Mountain Dew!

Evading the 'Moving Mullet' for much of the school day.

More Carmelldansen.

Sugaaaar.

Miana being verbally owned by your's truly. About her constant PMS. And how tired we were of her bleeding all over the place. And how we'll all dance when she hits menopause.

Colby getting owned several times, without his knowledge.

Me struggling to figure out what Lucas scribbled in my "Yearbook". (Iskvan the Hated, his character, is all he signed for some reason.)

The higschool hallway as lockers were being cleaned: A vision of Hell in itself.

The epic battle Hunter and I had over White Lighting's locker shelf. ( I lost D

The Martin-Connor-Evan-Braxton four man hug.

Dancing in the rain!

The flood on fifth grade hall.

The free extra cupcake I got!

The cute characters on Az's game.

Comparing Orion to Jesus, with my Jesus sticker.

Some hilarious senior speeches.

Calling Orion "Mom" infront of people.

Calling Charlotte "Dad" infront of people.

Revealing the family tree!

Animazement: Amazing

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 25 May 2009 18:39:45 PDT

I saw Ceilang Cat and Pedobear cosplay. I saw the cutest two black guys, one with rainbow dreads and the other looked like a red-head Alex Evans. I got called Jailbait. I droooled over every other guy there. I flirted with a guy younger than me. I got an applause each time I sang on Rock Band. Angel-Taka from Uchuu Sentai Noiz waved at me, I hard them play, and watched them play Guitar Hero. I made friends, one of which handed me a one-armed Jesus doll. I saw EPIC AMVs. I couldn't wear a bra under my epic costume.

1) Post these rules
2) Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.

3) At the end you must tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4) Go to their page and post a message saying that they got tagged.
5) NO TAG BACKS! >

Eight things about me:
1- I'm an undying Otaku!
2- I love pretty much everyone unless they give me cause to dislike their ways.
3- My friends, my lifeline!
4- Internet addiction syndrome.
5- Standard American teenager caffiene addiction.
6- (And insomnia)
7- I'm an artist, with some experience ( 6-7 years) and skill (sometimes), though I'll always be improving. And I need the tools to do so.
8- I'm an optimist, but I fall hard. Always waking up on the dark side of the mind, and I never forget it.

Tagtime!

... ;< Most everyone I want to tag has been tagged and I'm laaaaazy, so I'm forcing EVERYONE who reads this to do it! Unless they've already been tagged!

So...

1 - 8 - YOU!

Adventure

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 23 May 2009 03:22:30 PDT

My hair is purple. It'd drying and I can't touch anything to it, but I'm wearing my hair to school with the color in Tuesday if I can. My lucky Meowth doll, a Sailor moon, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon card sleep in the pocket of my bag, and tucked beside my costume are a Bleach, Naruto, and KHII manga. I'm not even into most of these anime anymore, but I was the best fan I could be when I was. I didn't even watch most of Sailor Moon, though. But it doesn't matter! It's time to go dance around in circles with other anime fans, most of us chanting in a language most of us don't even know all that well! Animazement '09! Otaku unite!

I feel so nerdy right now, proud nerdy. I've seen more than Anime- Manga related Cosplay and such at Animazement. Star Wars, my dad got to meet a Master Chief... Did I tell you about the dancing power-rangers? xD

What am I, a worker Ant?

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 11 May 2009 17:22:47 PDT

Last year, I went to my first anime convention, Animazement. It was amazing, but my dad had us spend an hour in the restaurant and I didn't get to play games, or visit any of the work shops. It was more or less to scope out the art. My father then deemed my shitty art as better than that of everyone selling art, and had my stepmother buy me a table. We may not get that table. I'd like to visit Animazement with friends, instead of one of my parents. Because it's sort of... A drag, with parents. Because they seem to restrict you from having fun, even when you're SUPPOSED to have fun.

I've been working my hardest on my art for a year.

I've been asking for help with Prints for a year.

I've been attempting to collect costume items for a year, and I've spent my whole night on just one main part of it.

All of this, done alone. By one hard working child, instead of the family members who signed her up for this? Who is helping her? What? No one, you say?

Animazement is May 22-24 2009.

MSN

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 09 May 2009 02:18:20 PDT

e-e Everyone has it and I keeping being bugged to get one, Sooooo I downloaded it. Fairasite@hotmail.com

Proud!

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 02 May 2009 00:19:21 PDT

I held my own in a fighting rp on Kazuki for three posts!

... That actually doesn't sound too impressive to read over, but it was hard. I had to spent forever thinking each time I posted. So it seemed like a long epic battle.

Cheerleading tryouts at 10:20 for me, today. I'm going to sleep, and my goldfish is fat.

Pretty good day

~KannaSireyu — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 19:09:16 PDT

I went in the air at cheerleading practice, and won a fish at the carnival.

Help me name my fish.

Zoloft donations appreciated.

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 15:33:52 PDT

I want them to sit down with me. I want them to be there, and say something they've both meant to tell me. I want to hear someone say something in their sweetest voice, the voice used to say goodbye on my first day of school. I want to hear:

"Honey, mommy and daddy messed up. We messed up bad. We're sorry."

I want to write a letter, a violent angry letter that will hurt them. Something to make them cry themselves to sleep at night when they think of things they've said and done when they know it was wrong.

Dear Ma and Pa,

I hope you know you fucked it up for me, separating. It's been a part of my life
ever since I could remember, and I didn't realize it had any real impact on me
until I sat down and thought about it. It's an everyday thing, but it really
does affect the children. Since mama is a single mom and works alone, she
doesn't have any free time to take me anywhere, any money to take me anywhere,
so I've never been to the beach or to a concert, and rarely see my friends
outside of school.

That's not normal for a teenager.

You hear me complain over and over about spending all my breaks over at daddy's.
Because I suddenly have all this responsibility I don't want. Not gradual
responsibility either.

'Surrender all your free time or suffer, you have no choice what-so-ever in the
matter' responsibility.

Daddy doesn't have the time or money either, whether he admits to it or not. I
remember when I was younger, he let me in on a big secret: He was dating several
women at once. I spent time with each of them, sweet ladies, and I cracked under the stress and squealed on him to a woman he was
dating. She stayed with him, for several years after that. She had five
children, of whom I'm still fond of. He left her for my current stepmother. My
parents finally had enough money, after almost twelve years, for a divorce. I
didn't actually care. I'm an eldest child. I'm supposed to be finely trained in
the art of responsibility. Responsibilities of mine, like my schoolwork and
siblings and things like driving and my hobbies. I shouldn't have to worry about
whose house I'll be spending summer break at, or when, or about how I didn't
study well enough because I was busy with the baby. Even things like chores are
twofold because of my parents separating. I shouldn't have to choose between
which family I like best. They're both equally horrible and great at once, if
you ask me. I'd run away from both as soon as I'd stay in both.

It's just not normal.

I feel as if both of my homes are missing something. At my mother's house, I'm treated to a bit more than I am at my father's: I have
more oppourtunity to see my friends on those rare occasions I do see them
outside of school, and since there are only two, mostly well-behaved children
we're given more chances for things like electronics and toys. But there isn't
any love, being such a rare demonstration in the household that a recent peck on
the forehead from my mother caused me to burst into tears. I sometimes ponder
how drastically she's changed since I was little, and I must ask myself "Where
has my mother gone?" when I think of how my view of her has changed so much with
her. My father is different. He's not afraid to demonstrate how much he loves
me. My dad's house isn't as calm a place as my mother's, and it's a blessing and
a curse. While there isn't much for all five or six of the children to do, the
energy of the place is a partial substitute for it. But I'm a Writer, I'm an
Artist. I enjoy action, but if I cant sit down and take a break I crack. I scream and cry about having to go because it's too much and too little, if you can understand. My dad says he feels like he's losing me. I just need a little balance, not the back and forth shit they want me to call a family.

It's too cold here. It's too hot there. It's his fault, it's her fault. I just want to go home and cry in my room since their choices have lead to this. I'm not ever going to have the summer vacation most kids get to grow up and remember. I'll have very few of those memories with and of my friends a few years down the road. It's overdramatic when a child tells their parent "You're ruining my life". I believe it's hyperbole most of the time. I want someone to laugh at me after reading this, in all seriousness. I feel like they're ruining my life. I just want to be a kid, and with two families and all these doubled responsibilities, I don't have any time. I've never wanted to grow up. I'm only a freshmen, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. Imagine the next four (three) years. They're supposed to be the best of my life.

If they are, you know why I feel like...

Woah...

~KannaSireyu — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 17:42:20 PDT

My mom just came in to give me a plate of tacos, and I was surprised because we aren't usually allowed to eat in our rooms. And I hugged her and said thanks. And she kissed me on the forehead.

And she kissed me on the forehead.

GOGOGO! GI IISE!

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 17:33:54 PDT

Tagged by Sambanana's!

PRODUCTION 1: Ilse! Ilse! She's in production one! She likes:
-Colorful stuff
-Wolves
-Samurai swords & sword fighting
-Violence & gore
->Demons
-most importantly...girls! (... With big eyes & abnormal hair color.)

GO GIRL GO!

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 22:40:06 PDT

So, I didn't make the cheerleading squad. Sort of dissapointed, sorta relived. Anyways. someone get me one of these [link] in green. GET ONE TODAY! GO GIRL GO!

Drew the short end of the stick again.

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:10:36 PDT

D: Too suckass to write about.

e-e Exhausted

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 16:05:42 PDT

D: I'm exhausted from Driver's ed. Now I hafta finish chapters 2 and three... And perfect the cheer I'm learning.

Excuse me while I vent, again.

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 05:13:17 PDT

That lying whore left me there. She told me when I left friday night that I would be over at dad's until she got off work on saturday, around seven. I left the house with minimal resistance because I thought I had at least a night of functioning weekend left.

I'm an alomost A-B student. I work fucking hard to attempt to keep up with my parent's godly standards. Need an example? My class is on chapter 11 in science. I'm doing chapter nineteen vocabulary, and ream about two or three chapters a day.

I tried to make the best of my stay with my father this time. It wasn't unbearable, but I couldn't help feeling the urge to walk out the door, or choke Seth. India pissed on me in bed.

.... Fucking twice.

My foot being in an uncleaned puddle she left to go eat breakfast, and being stripped of any cover, woke me saturday morning. I had a few intelligent conversations with my brother. I had many more unitelligent conversations with him. We'd been up late with the baby, whose energy pool rivals my own.

My mother never came for me on saturday. I tried not to lay down until I finished reading one of my brother's comic books and it was so late I was exhausted. I still had to wait for the baby, to sleep. It took me forever to fall asleep. There were no blankets on the bed, so I found my favorite blanket in the house and had to share it with India. Luckily, Keith came through with another blanket with a very similar feel, and let me sleep with it. This time I woke up with my side in a puddle, and was too exhausted to so something other than just sorta... Scoot over. And then I woke with a frentic India in my face, yelling that mom was outside in the car. At seven fucking AM. So I had to gather my stuff nearest me and make a fucking run for it, since my mother has been known to leave her children behind if they are taking too long (And India and I were once dropped off on the side of the fucking road. Our reactions were what made it hilarious: India started crying. I started walking, planning to get to the main road and hitch-hike to school. Ma came back about a minute later, before I had gotten too far since I had been attempting to pull my pre-school aged sister along). I reserve the right to bitch when I have been wronged.

I bitched the whole way home. About how there is no weekend left. There is only: Sunday, 7am-10pm. There is a time-limit on my weekend. I hate losing my saturdays to retardation. I hate spamming people's journals with my constant issues.

And when I came home, I realized that in my half-sleep delirium, I left my DS at Dad's. Riiiight where Seth can steal it. India did too, so Emily can have a brand new DS as well!

But I have to or else I'll explode/ smother myself to death/finally kill someone.

D: ... I'm a cuddly teenage girl with rainbow hearts all over my shirt who loves shutter shades, doodling clouds, stars, hearts, and cryptograms on her binder. Not a criminal.

Not right now.

Fuck today. Fuck everything right now.

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 17:24:05 PDT

D: My mom wouldn't let me renew the book I've been reading, part of a greeeat trilogy, at the library because I was being a

'smartass' (When asked why I had not called the library to renew my library book, I told her I didn't know the number. Or where the

phone book is.) about how I hadn't already done that. This isn't such a big deal, but since I promised my friend I would lend her the

only book I have that I havent read yet... I have no reading material. Not a huge catastrophe.

Then I got on the bus and I was drawing and the window at the seat in front of me opened and I got rained on the whole bus ride and

my drawing got ruined.

And then it turned out it was picture day.

The autistic kid, who wasn't that bad, suddenly has a crush on me and it's creepy.

And another of my drawings was ruined at lunch.

And I didn't finish a math test.

Or (Finish) bring any notes home to study for my health test on monday with.

And my phone ran out of minutes.

>< And now, I have to go to my dad's today.

I feel like seeeeeriously damaging someone. I have not had a good week. I need a break. I can have no, no, NO peace at my

father's house. I rarely have peace in my own house either, but awake in the middle of a night on a friday night, I enjoy that breath of

"Finally..." that I've been holding in all week, in school. I don't hate anyone in my family, never will, no matter how angry I'm made. I

have not had a good week. I don't want to go to Daddy's house. Every time I think about how sick I get around those three kids, who

bathe like... once a week... I feel like taking a bath in hand sanitizer. Every time I realize I can't sleep since I can't take my sleeping

meds there, but can't get up to entertain myself, I feel like burning something. It's mostly unpleasant because, despite how my mother

rolls off lists of things my 'disability' brings, I do not need CONSTANT stimulation. Instead, I think. I think all night, until I go to sleep. It

you see me lay my head back in the day, and I havent fallen asleep from sheer boredom when it happens, I am thinking.

My head is a very hostile place. I entertain myself so I don't have to lock myself up in it.

At father's house, I don't have any choice. I don't have any company (Excluding mama and daddy) intelligent enough to entertain

conversation with for more than fifteen seconds before I feel like gutting which ever poor child. In either household, nobody seems to

understand my bad attitude, with the exception of Keith occasionally. Through the next year, he will realize what the issue is. This is

nothing we can resolve ourselves. It's an unavoidable part of development. I've been lying for too long, and I must, must, must say

this. I'm going to blog it, I'm going to bulletin it, I'm going to put it on my page, and I don't care who reads it:

My attitude means 'I don't want to be here right now'.

There. I said it? Is someone happy? I'm going through a teenage identity crisis right now. You know what I've done? I've been

researching every. Single. Thing. I could. About WHY I feel like this. I used the internet, I used my psychology book, I used my head.

The information isn't hard to comprehend, nor does it vary much. Look it up for yourself. Every moment I don't spend with my friends,

creating memories, or doing my schoolwork and going to school, or drawing, or satisfying my entertainment needs is a waste of time.

I shall now do something immature to illistrate my point:

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Sick.

~KannaSireyu — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 09:38:47 PST

Got sent to that disease pool with those cildren and their lack of cleanliness, and now I'm sick too. It isn't va fever, but when I have to hurridly remove my paper-thin jacket because I'm hot, it's serious.

And my computer's fucking with me. The first three songs to play when I cut itunes on? Camisado - Panic! at the Disco, Blood - My Chemical Romance, and Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks - Panic! at the Disco. Not cool.

Set phasers to stun

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 17:35:10 PST

Killswitch disengaged! Nuclear Launch Undetected.

I feel better today.

Back.

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 19:46:35 PST

I'm back.

Have you ever been so unbearably overwhelmed by your own emotions that you were in pain? Had to lie down and fel like the emotion itself could kill you?

Nobody died this time, either.

And I thought the breifest about ending it. Then I thought about the Baby. My sister. My little partner, who I couldn't live without. And I thought about people who would be sad if I died. About how they'd feel if I was suddenly just gone without telling them why. I couldn't do that to anyone, I couldn't fathom causing those emotions in outhers involuntarily.

Charlotte

don't forget us that love you at school too. you can call me whenever you need, even if you have to talk to someone at about 3 in the mornin on a rainy monday, even if you don't want to say whats goin on, the point is it's worth it to me if it can ease the tears or whatever comes. that goes for all my friends too, including brandy... and even my ex if he needed it.

Brandy

iz otay buddy! i'z here and i alwayz will b. dont ever b scared 2 talk 2 me. i luvz u and im looking forward 2 beating ur mom with a baseball bat with old rusty bent nails. *hugz*

Manda

HEY ! Don't be feeling down, girl. Bad parenting is a result of parenting, and there ain't exactly ways around it, other than with the help of the parented. Be strong ! And things will eventually work out in the end, even if they havn't and seem like they won't ever.

That is some ridiculous shit though, not being allowed to pursue what you love to do. What else will bring you fulfillment ? Doing .. nothing ? Unlikely.
Did you know that some of the greatest writers and thinkers of now and the past had been expelled from their schools and families ? Only to come back later as some of the greatest teachers, and the heads of the family. I .. forgot their names .. But there's a lot of them !
Keep writing that article ! And you still have all us online buddies to help you write it, and I'm sure lots of people at school too. Pursue what you love, and that is the only thing that life relates. We'd have no point of existence otherwis-- FUCK I'm bad at writing things like this T.T

High school is stupid. The end.
Hormones are raging, emotions are .. fucked up, teachers don't know how to teach or deal with things, and parents start being retards.
Yea .. People honestly just need to learn who their true friends are. Don't worry, they'll figure it out ! And if not, hate themselves for it later on in life.

This'll probably make you angrier, lol. But .. I suck at comforting ?

I LOVE YOU BB !

Mrs. Koon
Mr. Tillett
Ebony
Sarah
Connor
Azrael
Westley
Orion
Kiera
Joey
Mrs. Denny
Mrs. Phillips
Mrs. Reed
David
Caleb
Blaine
Sophia
Zach
Tyler
Sammy
Brooke and Brooke
Alex
Uncle Chad
Uncle Jenaki
Uncle Justin
India
Seth
Emily
Kevin
Chris
Steven
Lindsey
Kat
Kaci
Mike
Andy
Feli
Anna May
Granny Kay
CJ
Braxton
Papa
Sarah
Colby
Taylor
Samantha
Kayla
KJ
Dirul
James
Sandy
Kameron
Kamia
Mrs. Bell
Steven
Kyle
Zael
Mrs. Wilson
Rebecca
Dionna
Parthenia
Aunt Betty

I come from a horrible place, from horrible people, and I'll grow up to be like that too. I'll never launch, and I'll spend my life wishing and working and dreaming and going nowhere and ... I want to amount to more... I want to make up for every single thing, oneday. The failing of genrations upon generations of bad people.

My dad spoke to me one day. He told me about the bad things my ma did, the bad things my Papa did. How my grandmother was to my father.

I know I sound crazy. I feel like I have the debt of a thousand failures on my shoulders, and I cant do any better than a single one of them. I want to, but... My dad told me how he used to ride his bike through the rich neigborhood so he could see what his goal was when he grew up, every morning on the way to school. It holds some signifigance in how I feel.

In science a few days ago, I turned to my friend Rebecca, and I smiled. And I said to her "Let's go on an adventure."

My mother would sacrifice my happiness, even if only for a night, for money.

Who would run away with me? I promised myself I'd start saving money to run away when I was fifteen, when I was eleven. That never happened, but I don't think I'll need much. I'l going to run away. Not alone, though. I started to do research on how I'll live, how I'll evade capture, but I won't. Because when I come up missing, the first clues they search for will be on my computer.

I'm going to run away, not now,...

Devious Journal Entry

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:46:35 PST

I don't reeeeally want to write more about the bad stuff anymore, but I have to let it out or I'll do something worse than what I've already done. I love you guys, seriously. You keep me as 'ositive' as I usually am, because I want to be happy, for you guys.

Let me explain how I feel right now. I may cry. It's fucking hard to breathe. I'm slightly calmer than I was a few moments ago, but I'm still full of some incredibly indescribable rage. No, seriously, it's some extrasensory - emotional hurt.

I may slaughter my family. Not entirely sure of who this includes, but it excludes the baby. I love her... she hasn't learned to be...

I'll never grow up to be like my gold-digging, bitchy, paranoid whore of a mother. Every time I feel better about myself, about anything, she knocks me right back down to zero. I know you're supposed to grow stronger from 'challenges' like her, but...

How the hell was I spawed of her?! I don't want to be like either of my parents. Am I gonna grow up to be a fucking monster and have 535679 kids and graduate college at 38965 and mistreat my kids because my parents didn't know shit, and have no appreciatiopn for the meaning of art and rhtorical concepts and just... Never go anywhere? I'm gonna go lay down now. I've upset myself too much. I can't breathe well.

Devious Journal Entry

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:46:34 PST

D: Today Sucked.

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 19:00:50 PST

D: My mom says I can't go to the newspaper meetings anymore because she doesn't want me to write any more articles because when people show emotion other than hatred for all that is fun, she calls them crazy. It's SO goddamn ... It makes me want to seriously kill something. If I approach her with a problem, it goes like this:

"Mama, I've been sick and throwing up for the last two weeks. Should we go to the doctor? Or get me some meds?"
"Shut the fuck up. If you ain't bleedin', you aint gonna die."

or

"Ma... (Insert typical teenage girl problem and outpouring of emotion to make myself look like I have normal problems here.)"
"... What the hell am I supposed to do about it? Get the fuck out of my face."

>< I can feel the ignorance in the air. Like, seriously suffocating me. Much like her. She wonders why I shut myself in my room for hours and bitch at the first person to destroy me. She's always complaining about how I need to talk to fatass more respectfully (I'll tell her to get the fuck out of my face as long as my mother does so to me), and learn to deal with things.I don't have to DEAL with anything. Mother said she doesn't have to deal with our 'bullshit', and if I have to deal with her's, I'll be too busy to take up anyone elses. Nope, bullshit quota full

Lets get something straight here: Everyone knows, I don't work well under pressure. Any pressure. The pressure of a thumb. Or a newspaper deadline over my head. So when I panic and demand she laet me stay home cooped up in my room for hours, ma seems to think this is too much to ask of her.

Is it really that hard to leave me the fuck alone? Anyways... She never wants me to write an article again. And hell if I'll EVER do that. She wants a 'rebellious teenager'? She's got one, presto, time to bring out the inner bitch I've inherited.

I feel better because I'm GOING to keep writing this article. Even though I missed the deadline because of bitchitis in my household, Charity will give me an extension until we can find some art, too. But now I have writer's block.

Anyways, the rest of life makes me want to slit my throat right now too.

Nobody read this far anyways. So I'm alowed to be a little emo. Here's our little school drama.

it started during break, when Rebecca revealed to me a few anxiety and stress problems. I'd seen a few before, and her profile pretty much fit mine, and I sympathized with her. I've got an anxiety disorder. Hence the panicing under pressure and such. She's got family problems alot like mine, minus the loss of a job so far. In the pool of gains and losses, I'd say we were about equal but she's very, very depressed. Not that I'm not, but I can at least distract myself from it with my internet addiction. It's pretty much been my Zoloft since I was taken off of Zoloft.

Becca told me Linds felt pretty much the same way. Whenever I get told about thses things, problems my friends have, I get worried. I worry myself sick over their worrying. So, I did wahat I normally did, asked about what was wrong and got the normal 'fines', it's all good. Wrong.

Let me explain the pre-drama building to this, a personal thing. My school is known as Rumor Mill Academy. Kids at my school don't do anything but talk about each other, and it pisses me off. The first thing, a rather large part of the way I'm feeling, is feeling left out. Nobody wants to gossip with Kortne'. Even though they know they can, they wont. Nobody will tell me anything. I'm not looselipped, either. Even though gossip is sickening, I can't help but feel downright INSULTED when someone bypasses the most trustworthy person in school to tell everyone and their mother the big secret. It kills me not to know things.

SO, after a few weeks Linds is feeling alright. Rebecca is still very, very down. We all thought this little sad phase in our group would blow over, but it's getting worse and worse. Lindsey woun't hang out with Rebecca because she's so depressed, and Sarah apparently can't deal with both Lindsey's and rebecca's somethings at the same time. I asked Sarah and Lindsey what was up at a game, and was told they "Had it under control", and that they "Didn't want to spread it around any more".

... You see where I feel bitchslapped, yeah?

So, it's gone on. Linds was avoiding Becca. People started leaving the lunch table. When brandy left, it was the only time we had ever both been at lunch and not sat togetehr. I had to go, but I didn't want to leave Becca behind. Tell you what else happened tomorrow.

Balance

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 00:12:16 PST

It seems like... everyone is sick and dying and dead and sad and things are being torn apart and destroyed... At the same time, we are healing, growing, living, rebuilding.

We just need to balance it all, right?

Anyways, I'm working on my article, the reason I've been so dead on dA. Need to balance.

... The hell?

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:09:46 PST

State of North Carolina v. Jeffery Karl Meyer,

412 S.E. 2d 3398 (1992); and State of North

Carolina v. Mark Edward Thompson, 401

S.E. 2d 385 (1991). "Ninja killing" during

robbery. Separate trials.

Victory?

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:43:13 PST

D: I'm supposed to be writing a newspaper article, and as soon as I get home I cut on my comp and put a sign on my door. Trying to buckle down and stop procrastinating. Well, there was some stupid mundane chore my mom was hammering down the door to get me to do, ignoring the sign. I go in trying to tell her why I can't and I get the noises the adults from Charlie Brown make. So I do it and run back to work. I had trouble, so I started looking through the forms and stuff they gave me and found a bunch of stuff that needed to be signed. I went in to ask my mom what are address is and my little sister, Fatass, interrupted to ask me if her pizza was ready. I told her I was busy, and she started to go on about the way I spoke to her. And then my mom started yelling about how I need to speak more respectfully to fatass. So I found Fatass and pretended to love all over her. More bitching about me being an ass and stuff, and then she took the cord that connects my computer to power away.

I regained it but I can never ask my mom for advice or something like that again. Something about responsibility and stuff. Even though I'm trying to hold up a responsibility and she's distracting me with Fatass.

Nabbed!

~KannaSireyu — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:24:00 PST

Level 1
(x) said LOL out loud
(x) forgotten your own age
(x) tried to lick your elbow
SO FAR: 3

Level 2
( ) said the wrong name in bed
( ) had unprotected sex
( ) hurt yourself sexing
( ) sexed yourself hurting
SO FAR: 3

Level 3
(x) licked your toe
( ) licked a frozen pole
( ) licked a dog bone
( ) licked a dog
SO FAR: 4

Level 4
(x) drank old milk
( ) drank milk right from a cow
(x) ever thought chocolate milk came from brown cows
( ) drank Qwik right from the brown cow
( ) pushed a cow over
SO FAR: 6

Level 5
( ) eaten bugs
( ) eaten garbage
(x) eaten food off the floor after 5 seconds
( ) eaten a booger
SO FAR: 7

Level 6
(x) been in a 5-seater car with more than 7 people
(x) been in a 7-seater van with over 12 people
( ) driven in a 7-seater van by yourself
(x ) driven a tricycle past the age of 3 ( xD I can't ride a bike.)
( ) driven yourself home to the wrong house
SO FAR: 10
Level 7
(x) put dirty dishes in the fridge
( ) put bowls of food in the dishwasher
( ) put a full glass of juice in the cupboard
( ) put salt in your coffee
(x) dropped the cap into the glass your drinking from
SO FAR: 12

Level 8
( ) jumped over a car
(x) jumped out of a moving car
(x) jumped into a thorny bush on purpose
( ) jumped off a bridge
( ) jumped off your house
SO FAR: 14

Level 10
(x) forgot where you live
(x) forgot your own birthday
(x) forgot to zip up in the morning
SO FAR: 17

Level 11
(x) walked into a pole
(x) walked into a wall
(x) walked into someone
(x) walked into a parked car
SO FAR: 21

Level 12
(x) won a burping contest
(x) burped the alphabet
( ) burped just to break the silence
(x) burped too hard and threw up
SO FAR: 24

Level 13
(x) eaten a whole bag of chips
( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( ) eaten a whole pizza so no one else could have a slice
SO FAR: 25

Level 14
(x) caught picking your nose
(x) caught going to the bathroom outside
( ) caught with your pants down
( ) caught having sex
(x) caught sexing yourself
SO FAR: 28

Level 15
( ) shoved something up your nose
(x) picked your nose and studied what came out
( ) picked your nose till it bled
( ) let your nose bleed to see the awesome blood all over you
(x) blew your nose so goddamn hard your whole body hurt
SO FAR: 30

Level 16
(x) told a lie
(x) been caught in a lie
(x) lied to cover a lie
(x) lied to cover your ass
( ) lied to an undercover hooker cop
SO FAR: 34

Level 17
(x) laughed at someone in pain
(x) laughed too loud and embarrassed yourself
(x) laughed at a funeral
( ) laughed so hard you pissed yourself
SO FAR: 37

Level 18
(x) written a letter to Santa Claus
(x) believed in Santa past the age of 8
( ) believed your folks when they said a bunny laid chocolate eggs outside
( ) believe you're too old for trick or treating
SO FAR: 39

Level 19
( ) threw a party for yourself
( ) threw a ball at yourself
( ) threw up on yourself
( ) threw a ball at a wall that returned directly to your crotch
(x) threw a superball in the house and took it right in the face
SO FAR: 40

Level 20
(x) pretended to know what you are doing
(x) pretended you were hot shit
(x) pretended you weren't listening
(x) pretended you were Spiderman (... Is this a bad thing?)
SO FAR: 44

Level 22
(x) fell on the sidewalk (I've slept)
(x) fell down the stairs
(x) fell up the stairs
(x) went sledding down the stairs
SO FAR: 48

Level 23
(x) tried to do a real cool back flip
(x) and busted your ass
(x) tried to do a real cool cartwheel
(x) and didn't lift your feet, retard ( I have no diea how to do a Cartwheel! XD)
SO FAR: 52

Level 24
(x) ate food that you just kinda found
(x) ate the mystery food in the back of the fridge
( ) ate something nasty to get a laugh
( ) cried when no one laughed
SO FAR: 54

Level 25
(x) cried when you hurt yourself
(x) cried when you didn't get your way
(x) cried over spilled milk (No, but I cried when I bith the head off a Peep.)
( ) cried after sex
SO FAR: 57

Level 26
( ) gone swimming naked
( ) gone swimming in a strangers pool
( ) gone swimming with a hose in the yard
(x) gone swimming in a stank-ass pond (IN UNDERWEAR!)
(x) gone swimming in the bathtub like a champ
SO...

INTARWEBS RECLAIMEDED!

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 12:29:50 PST

xD I'm back. Hi.

No intarwebs

~KannaSireyu — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 21:52:26 PST

If you haven't already heard, I've moved! I actually moved on the first, but don't have any internet in the new house yet. I heard ma calling someone about phone and internet service or something a few days ago so I'll be rip roarin' back into action in a few days or weeks... D: It's been torture.

Another Quizthing Undone

~KannaSireyu — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 05:46:28 PST

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
--> "So you want to write" - In reading there is more to read, study, learn, try

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?
--> A table

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
--> Numba one - Kardinal Offishal ft. Keri Hilson video on fuse

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
--> 8:5something

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
--> 8:41

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
--> Tiller Jeffries singing, Other kids typing.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
--> Walking to the Cafeteria door, to first period.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
--> Sin13XP's journal

9. What are you wearing?
--> Star jacket, Pink T-shirt, Blue jeans and Vans.

10. Did you dream last night?
--> Yes, I forget what about though.

11. When did you last laugh?
--> Yesterday in Last period. We had to do a scavenger hunt an d each team wrote 20 questions. One of Lucas and I's questions asked the class to count every concentration camp on a certain map.

12. What are on the walls of the room you are in?
-->

13. Seen anything weird lately?
-->

14. What do you think of this quiz?
-->

15. What is the last film you saw?
-->

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
--> \
17. Tell me something about you that I don't know about.
--> ...

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
-->

19. Do you like to dance?
-->

20. George Bush:
-->

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
-->

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
-->

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
-->

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
-->

25.Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal:
Everyone that feels up to it!

Gah, Back... Read!

~KannaSireyu — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 04:45:29 PST

Back from Dad's. I moved dressers - FULL DRESSERS larger than me out of the house! The kids did all the work, ma and da did two or three things that i can remember. I'm home now and to make up for my lost day I'm spending the day here watching Indie because we got home late for helping them move their stuff. The new house? Every room is a different color, being there makes me feel like I'm playing clue.

Not only are thay moving, I'M moving. That's right. I live in two households and BOTH of them are moving! BOTH! The only good thing is that I get my own pwn room at mom's (My REAL house). But at dad's? Four girls in one room. Two seven-year olds, me, and a one-year-old.

Fucking fun.

Anyways, I'm doing this to take a break from the novel which I am working on feverously. It's not done, even though it was supposed to be done yesterday,. I need another month...

Chose 10 of your OC's. Or ten of your favorite people.(like friends,family,celebreties. Anyone you think is cool.) But you can't chose yourself.

1: Poyitr Volturno (Anywhere/Misc.)
2: Artaine Lazzrous (Anywhere/Misc.)
3: Kanna Sireyu (Naruto)
4: Misairuzame (One Piece/Naruto)
5: Charlie Wise (Bleach)
6: Aurelius Danzer (Harry Potter)
7: Opiate Yearns (One Piece)
8: Kirsten Kazuki (Bleach)
9: Vya Risaal (Star Wars)
10: Kattica (Furfag)

1) 4 (Misa) invites 3 (Kan) and 8 (Kir) to dinner at their house. What happens?

The dinner starts out nice. Everyone is civil enough, but then Kirsten runs out of smokes. The rest of the night she makes 'Fishface' jokes about Misa while Kanna quietly slinks off in the midst of the battle.

2) 9 (Vya) tries to get 5 (Char) to go to a strip club.

Vya, who has obviously been hit on the head-tails rather hard, comes to her senses and goes back to training while Charlie goes alone.

3) You need to stay at a friends house for the night. Do you chose 1 (Volt) or 6 (Aure)?

Aurelius. She's rather whiny but good enough company and I couldn't trust a Cambion in my sleep.

4) 2 (Art) and 7 (Opi) are making out. 10 (Katt)walks in...Their reaction?

She asks to join in, and Artaine is hauled off by Opi, to some other private area. Or a street corner.

5) 3 (Kan) falls in love with 6 (Aure). 8 (Kir) is jealous. What happens?

Volt videotaes the lesbian love traingle for an idea for a play or something while Kanna struggles with her sexuality and Kirsten goes to find Get to make herself straight (Except on Tuesdays) again. Aurelius is thoroughly disgusted by all of this.

6) 4 (Misa) jumps you in a dark allyway. Who comes to your rescue? 10,2 (Art) or 7 (Opi)?

Nobody comes to my rescue: Misa is a shark-person, and Artaine is much too weak of a magician to be able to help much. Opiate would only help if I agreed to become a prostitute, so no.

7) 1 (Volt) decides to start a cooking show. 15 minetes later what is happening?

His hands are on fire.

8) 5 (Char) is in a car crash and is critictly injured. What does 9 (Vya) do?

Vya goes back to training with the force and orders some pizza or something for Charlie. Nobody cares about her, anyways.

9) 3 (Kan) has to marry either 8 (Kir),4 (Misa) or 9 (Vya). Who do they chose?

Well... Seeing as she's already married, she just skips on along home to Lexy!

10) 7 (Opi) kidnaps 2 (Art) and demands something from 5 (Char) for 2(Art)'s release. What is it?

Opi demands Charlie become one of her prostitutes, because she's got a great figure and pretty features. Opi sure knows how to pick 'em.

11) You get to meet either 1(Volt) or 6 (Aure). Who do you chose?

Volt; he'd be fun to hand out with for a little while, especially while practicing his roles.

12) 10 (Kat) challenges 4 (Misa) to a chariot race. Why?

Because the winner gets Beer, loser has to babysit.

13) Everyone gangs up on 3 (Kan). Does 3 (Kan) have a chance in hell?

Volturno, Artaine, and Misa would be easily overcome. Even if they aren't weaklings they are no matched for a trained shinobi. Charlie is the same, but Aurelius would give her a bit of trouble with those spells of her but can be overcome. If Opi shoot's Kanna's donefor but there are things like Boka to protect her. She and Kirsten would have an immnsely huge showdown and are both pretty well matched, about 50/50. Vya and Katt? They don't gang up on people.

14) Everyone is invite to 2 (Art) and 10 (Kat) wedding except for 8 (Kir). How do they react?

She happily goes to sleep, after a smoke.

15) Why is 6 (Aure) afraid of 7 (Opi)?

Because she's a gun-wielding, pimping drug-dealer?

16) 10 (Kat) gathers everyone a...