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I still feel pretty shittastical, but that is IRRELEVANT. My suicidal tenancies and longing to get hit by a car or perhaps OD on Tylenol aside, I have been pretty okay..still volleying on my relationships. Just..all of them. But GOD MELLZ ENOUGH OF THAT JUJU MAGUMBO.

You all have heard way more than enough on my stupid-ass life -3- ASS LIFE. *Butt*

SO I AM ASKING how are all of YOUUUU? Tell me about what's happened lately! I do not keep up with shiz because I am a tres fail D: So POST A COMMENT where I will be forced to ogle your life. Also I am so all up in Facebook now because I CRACKED UNDER THE PRESSURE that my pa was setting on me. *Snort* My dad on facebook, can you believe? RIDICULOUS. Ahahaha. Dick. >>

NO I SWEAR I'M NORMAL DON'T GO AWAY D: Arggghhhh *Chases after you frantically* LOOK I MADE YOU COOKIES *heavy breathing*

Okay I'm done NO I'M NEVER DONE. *Brick'd* Kayz.

I HAVE been watching ~Criminal Minds~ lately. IT IS SO INTENSIVE. And it's so what I wanna do with myself. I like..I like Hotcake-Hotchner. And. Reid. THEY ARE SNUGGLE MUFFINS. I luffers them. AND GIDEON TOO omg. And Morgan ONLY COS HE TACKLES SOMEONE like every FIVE SECONDS. Like seriously gaiz. It's so totes his job. TOTES. I SAID IT. IT MEANS TOTALLY. KEEP. UP. Gawd. *Hand flip of total rejection*

NO wait I have to speak words. I'm on CROSS COUNTRY now because I am an amazing human being. I forgot if I told you or not. SO I'M TELLING YOU. Again. Maybe.

Anyway I ran my first RACE last Wednesday. HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD IT HURT LIKE BLEEP D: I do not know WHY people STRIVE to do that shiz. Like marathons. WHY? I only ran 3 miles and I nearly FELL OVER. My body was like srsly numb. BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I'M TELLING YOU. I am telling you because some fat bitch is such a dickhole to me >: YES DICKHOLE. But ya. She's soooo condescending. And I hate her. And--this is the good part--despite the fact that I kinda like her and sometimes she makes me happy (sometimes) and stuff, I decided she made me mostly upset and I ACTUALLY STOPPED TALKING TO HER. Like I broke off a relationship. ISN'T THAT AMAZING. I THINK IT'S SWELL.

PROGRESS. It's happening.

*Slips on shades like a BEAST*

A beast which can't actually wear sunglasses cos how do they put them on, gaiz? How do they put them on? With their opposable thumbs that DON'T EXIST??!! Okay so monkies can wear them I guess. BUT WHATEVZ. I am way cooler than gorillas. Maybe not those squirrel monkies, though. Those buggers are fabulous. NO YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Go google them. Right the fuck now. No Diane (that's your new name) I do not CARE if you know what they are. GOOGLE THEM ANYWAY. Or a baby duck. I LIKE GOOGLE THOSE AT SCHOOL. Everyone else is doing the assigned project. LIKE CONFORMISTS. But I'm a unique little snowflake who stands out whilst I google ducklings. But then the teacher takes away my computer privileges and I am sad D: He is just INSENSITIVE and doesn't get me..yo. *Weird 'gangsta' hand gestures*

I SO HAVE MORE TO SAY but I will HIT YOU UP with that crap later

Also if anyone has facebook let me know ohohohoho because I am a stalker creep

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/26984811/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/26984811/ Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:25:41 PDT Didst thou tarry too long amongst fabric and thread?
Didst thou roll off my bosom and cease to exist?
How I wish I could follow thee into the mist.

That was..Snape...because I think he's a cutie...haha...
I've plummeted into a spiralous fit of depression..I just had to make up a word to describe it...spiralous...that's how bad it is...and I know I've dumped a lot of depression on you people right now..forgive..!...it'll be the usual "me" soon enough...haha, promise...

I don't want to bore you all with my...boringness..I just wanted to say I still am here from time to time...Rui-Rui whined at me to get on dA more..so here I am...in all my sunshine and glory..

My friends..are serving to make me miserable...
I hate them..
I need them..
I want them gone...
But I can't get enough...

God I am a fucking masochist...

Ahaha..shit...guys, please..just please ignore this...I don't want to cause anyone trouble..I just need to vent a bit..please..

Someone's mad at me...or something..she says she's not..but she is...she is...I know she is...she lies..she lies all the time...and she's a terrible liar...she guilts me..I feel it...I know...and she denies it..but it's there..it's always there...she tries to make me do things I hate..I HATE...I...they drive me crazy...I cried for weeks..but she wants me to do them again..again...and I can't..I can't..but she won't accept no for an answer..she gets upset with me if I don't..she ignores me...but that's just how it is I guess..we're exactly the same person..I swear it...only I'm the one who sees it...I'm the one who notices...the hypocrisy sickens me...makes me gag, the whole stinking mess..how dare I push her to do something she doesn't want? And then, how dare I not do something for her that I detest to such a wretched degree that I loathed her very being because of the bane she brought on me?
MV was mad at me...mad that I might be moving on in my life..but he's over it..we worked it out..but he's still the bleakest thing I know..
I started speaking to someone again..and god knows I love 'em...I do...but sometimes...they say something...and I want to kill myself..so much..and it's not out of anger..it's out of this deep-seated feeling of worthlessness...what a wretch she makes me out to be...a godawful fuck...am I really so terrible?... I don't think I am...does she exaggerate?...I do try...but apparently my efforts are in vain..I believe her every time she tells me I'm so vile...why would she lie? She cares about me..and I care about her...we wouldn't lie to each other..it must be all my fault..from here on out, it's all my fault..I might as well accept it...I LOVE YOU...Christ Jesus...I can take the blame..

I AM SO SICK...of everything...BEING MY FAULT...people..people get shit in their lives..I understand that..and they COME TO ME...they tell me to fix it...I CAN'T. I don't know how...they get mad at me..I stand by idly and they get mad at me...I give them my opinion and they get angrier...I suggest advice and they reject me...what's the point? Honestly..
Because they get picked on..or get blamed for everything...they come to me..they pick on me...they blame me...they make me do what THEY want. Now is THEIR time. And that's just how it's gonna be...

WHAT A USELESS FUCK I AM

One day I'm gonna snap..I swear to God I'm gonna snap...I'll be used in such a manner one too many times...and I know I dish out my fair share of shit..I won't deny it...I can't deny it...I know it...but at least I admit it..

People guilt me for feeling sad...I..I am hurt by something they say...and then I tell them how it makes me feel..and they turn it on me...how DARE I feel like that..how DARE I not bend to their will...how DARE I not do exactly what they say, and feel exactly what they feel...

How should I feel?

I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL
BUT LOVE JUST ISN'T ENOUGH

*Heavy sigh; pinches the bridge of her nose* Okay, gaiz. I'm sorry. I'm better now. Loads. Phew. Thanks. Ah ha. NOW WATCH. This is gonna be funny. WATCH. Watch how I..I pour out my feelings...how I sob for a little peace..a little period where nothing has to be wrong...and WATCH THEM BLAME ME. Ahahaha it'll happen. IT ALWAYS DOES. They don't understand how much I..I fuckin' CARE...they think I'm this cold emotionless bitch...maybe I'm just a REALLY GOOD ACTOR...but no. No no no. Just watch. I'll get a bunch of overreactions to this. Maybe not on dA, but in real life. They'll bitch out at me. They will. I have no faith. My faith is shot. And they'll be angry for that, too--"Mello, it really hurts that you don't trust I care about you. Why do you always have to say I don't care about you? Why do you always have to make me seem like I'M the one at fault?" I expect that from a certain someone.... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/26492919/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/26492919/ Sun, 09 Aug 2009 21:07:29 PDT We're awesome like that I guess.
The title of the journal is the date she passed.
Thanks to everyone for the support.
~~~
Why did she have to go
So young I just don't know why
Things happen half the time
Without reason without rhyme
Lovely, sweet young woman
Daughter, wife and mother
Makes no sense to me
I just have to believe

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me

Loved ones she left behind
Just trying to survive
And understand the why
Feeling so lost inside
Anger shot straight at God
Then asking for His love
Empty with disbelief
Just hoping that maybe

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me

It's hard to say goodbye
Her picture in my mind
Will always be of times I'll cherish
And I won't cry 'cause

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me
Don't worry 'bout me
Don`t worry 'bout me

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25719477/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25719477/ Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:13:08 PDT
Anyway yeah, had like, a seizure or something and put up a goal journal ([link]). And I don't...whatever. But the point is, I decided I need goals, too. GOOD GOALS. That don't...you know.....suck. And ones that are ACTUALLY IMPORTANT TO MY LIFE. Like, HEALTHY. And...making me like...a better person.

SO. Shut up this is so happening. SRSLY. YOU. GAIZ. Srsly you gaiz. SRSLY. Ssssrrrsssslllyyyyy.

Short-term Goals
The Ones Starting and Ending Today!
- Make this goal list. Check.
- Ditch my crap friends. Like I need to if I don't want to end up a felon...the crime being I stabbed all these people in the face. Okay ya I say they're my friends, but they're really, really not. I like..hate. All of them. I'M PICKY OKAY. They're all stupid douches who..who ignore me, or are rude to me, or insult my characters for no flippin' reason, or RANDOMLY DECIDE THEY'RE CROSS WITH ME, or are just...just STUPID. I mean COME ON. COME ON! COME ON. Where am I finding these friends?? "Stupid Douchebags Incorporated"? ...I would so buy something from there. But ya. I like, get mad at these people and then draw them dying. OR maybe myself dying of their stupidity. But then adults freak out. Cos they read too deep. I draw like, a baked potato and they have an aneurysm and pop a blood vessel and sign me up for counseling. Anyway yeah, I've got like, two (that's 2) friends who I would help move. And that's like..if anyone's ever done that before, it's gross. So if you help a friend move, you like, love them. IT'S AN INDICATOR DON'T MESS WITH IT.
- Do the dishes. THIS IS A REAL GOAL FOR ME.
- Stop getting on AIM all the time. Except to talk to Waffles. And Nami.
- Cut out MSN completely. NO ONE IMPORTANT IS THERE.
- Get a life

Intermediate..term Goals
The Ones That Take Little Time But I Am Doing Repeatedly!
- Jog a mile every day. WHY? Because I want to.
- Clean my house. HOW CAN I STAND TO LIVE IN THIS SQUALOR?
- Continue to not talk to my crap friends who I hate.
- Write at least a page of my darling dearest Severs (AKA Vash) at least...every day.
- Eat healthier! Because..Yeah!
- Retain my life

Long-term Goals
The Ones That Teachers and Parents Want to Hear About!
- Get straight A's next year in school. I AM SO TIRED OF THIS MEDIOCRITY.
- Keep my house clean. COMPLETELY. Like, no dishes. WHICH I'M DOING TODAY. *Goal'd*
- Find people besides Nami and Matt (And Waffles and maybe one other person who I haven't decided yet) who I like....caaaaaare about. CARE. *Hyperventilate*
- Finish at least a giant chunkazoid of my novel. THAT I'M WORKING ON. Because I'm cool. BUT when I get to the end I'm gonna have to re-write the beginning cos I'll go back and realize I've grown as a writer and I HATE THE START. So. THESE THINGS HAPPEN.
- Get. Laid. Boo-ya.
- Succeed in building my life

So that's like, all I can think of right now. AT THIS POINT IN TIME. While I am being skittish in my household, still. ALSO regarding my friends...I would totally of ditched them by now but IT IS SO HARD. If I don't talk to you on AIM, I like, still like you. Don't WORRY. Especially you gaiz, , , and . AND OTHER PEOPLE I FORGOT. And if I forgot you, well, then...maybe you should reply to my journals. More. AND I should reply to your journals more, too. SO LIKE TELL ME IF I DON'T REPLY. But wait, since you don't reply to my journals, you'll never see this. SO THE POINT IS MOOT.

RIDEWARRIOR I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE OR WHEN I EVEN STARTED WATCHING YOU but hi. http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25700327/ Thu, 02 Jul 2009 17:16:13 PDT
...

Wat.

ANYWAY my bestest buddy is like...getting the world's longest haircut. EVER. I don't even...dudes it's been like five hours. I mean what the hell. She better have like...a perfect replica of Elvis sculpted out of those tangles of hers ]< I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. There's sauce on my table. I wonder what it is. I think I'm gonna lick it, gaiz. I have to know..

Crap it's Sesame Chicken sauce from that Chinese place. That's foul. Shiiiit. DON'T LICK FOREIGN SUBSTANCES OFF YOUR TABLE. Under normal circumstances I would love all over that stuff. But that there bitch has been on my table for like, two days now. WHY AM I SO GROSS. Yuck. Just...ah! Ew. EW.

...Now that that mystery's been solved...I'M A REGULAR NANCY DREW. ...NANCY EW. I solve gross mysteries that no one else wants to touch with a 10 foot pole!

Everyone Else: *Touches with a 10.1 foot pole*

CUT THAT OUT. ]<

I IS SO ALONE. This is like, my time of the three months. YES. It is the time where I feel the need to freak myself out. So I like, travel around the media searching for ~*creepy stuff*~ to spazz over. It's sick. I'm such a masochist. O lawd. Then I start like, seeing stuff in my house. IN MY HOUSE. And so NOW everyone got together and like, held a convention or something. And was like, "SO YA LET'S BAIL ON MELLZ IN HER TIME OF FEAR." and they all walked off laughing to get Very Berry ice cream or some bull and LEAVE ME TO STEW IN MY OWN RETARDEDNESS. It's a conspiracy.

...

I've had too much sugar today.

zcgewfwasgsWHY IS SHE STILL NOT DONE GETTING HER HAIR CUT. RRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! *Runs in circles and pulls out hair* I'M SO ANGRY I COULD eat fried chicken. *Is not very menacing* Fuck. FUCK. I bet she like, saw a movie or something. Or caught a film. WAIT those are the same thing. I MEAN WENT SHOPPING. And didn't bring her phone to call and let me know. Because she hates me. And I'll be all "WHERE WERE YOU HISSSSSSSS" and she'll be all "Chill out, nerd. I was out." And I'll be all "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL." and she'll be like "I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE DUH" and I'll be like "WELL WHY NOT" and she'll be like "Because it's not charged." and I'll be all "WHY THE HELL NOT." and she'll be like "...I dunno." and get ANGRY if I press the matter. OR GASP WAIT I bet she's like, crying in her room cos she got a crappy 'do, and she's all "I'M SO ASHAAAAMEEEDDD" and is like, blasting Linkin Park and Nickelback because she has no way to express herself. BECAUSE NOBODY UNDERSTANDS THE HARDSHIPS SHE'S BEEN THROUGH. God. CRAWLING IN HER SKIN, THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL.

ANYWAY my other crap friends are like, FAILING all over the place. AS USUAL. I mean god. Mr. Angst Bucket was like, NOW IS THE TIME TO HAVE FRIENDS and ABANDONED me to go hang out with his DWEEB PALS. And I'm just like "...Ch'ya." COS I PLAY IT COOL. But ya whatever it's nice he has friends don't get me wrong. I'm just BLABBING. Anyway, my other friend is just like, NO MELLZ. I HATE YOU. GET OUT OF MY LIFE. And I don't even get it. I DON'T. EVEN. GET IT. She's like, off talking to her other friends all "MORE TEA MR. GRUMPY-BOTTOM?" and I'm just like...

WAT

Because she's not upset with them. OH NO. Just me. FOR REASONS. UNBEKNOWNST. TO MYSELF. But whatever. She does that. Like, I thought we were cool BUT IT WAS LIES. She doesn't do it as much anymore. AND I LOVE HER. And I know I like, am being super hypocritical by like, ranting on dA when I don't like people doing it about me, but I HAD A REASON for this once and I forgot my excuse. THE POINT IS. I'm not exaggerating my case. I'm SIMPLY STATING WHY NO ONE IS TALKING TO ME.

God I need new friends

BUT YA GAIZ. I don't expect comments to SAVE ME FROM MY BOREDOM. Well I do. IT WOULD BE SWELL. Swimmingly swell. COS I AM A SWIMMINGLY SWELL, SUAVE, SUPER, AND SEXILY SCRUMPTIOUS SIMPLETON. Only without the simple part. That just like...tied in with the..the thing I was doing there......

PEACE OUT HOMEDOGS.

...If you were hotdogs, I would eat 'choo |:

-- XOXO Mellz

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25285348/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25285348/ Sat, 13 Jun 2009 04:54:49 PDT
I'm sixteen years old, and my mother whom I love very much will die within the month.

They've...the doctors...have done everything they can for her. She's starting a new type of chemo on Sunday--if it reacts well, then we're only prolonging the inevitable. If it doesn't, well...I've got less than a month.

I'm going to the hospital to see her today.

--XOXO Mellz

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25183100/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/25183100/ Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:27:45 PDT and I’m left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
and there’s no color to behold
They say it’s over and I’m fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I’m dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now,
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well

I feel the dream in me expire
and there’s no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
‘cause I can’t seem to get this through
You say it’s over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I’m dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell
I am prepared now,
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late; just as well

And I’m not scared now.
I must assure you,
you’re never gonna get away
And I’m not scared now.
And I’m not scared now. No…

I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell
I am prepared now
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now,
seems everything’s gonna be fine for me
For me; for myself.
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself
I am prepared now
For myself
I am prepared now
And I am fine
Again

~~~

....One of the songs we both actually knew....
....If you even remember....

Call me melodramatic, but you broke my heart.

...

It's funny cos my name's Mello.

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24950075/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24950075/ Mon, 25 May 2009 19:31:23 PDT
HOW OLD DO YOU ACT?

[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[x] You've done your own laundry.
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[x] You can cook for yourself.
[x] You think politics are interesting.
TOTAL SO FAR: 4

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[x] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.
[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.
TOTAL SO FAR: 9

[x] You know how to do the dishes.
[x] You can count to 10 in another language.
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[x] You can mow the lawn.
[x] You study even when you don't have to.
[x] You have hand washed a car before.
TOTAL SO FAR: 14

[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[x] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.
[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] You can type pretty quick.
TOTAL SO FAR: 19

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[x] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[ ] You have been to the beach.
[x] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside of the United States 3 or more times.
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.
TOTAL: 21

BAM. Fuck you all. I CAN DRINK.

Unf! What?

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24896658/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24896658/ Fri, 22 May 2009 19:40:41 PDT
Now that I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen, my journal:

SKIP OUT ON FRIENDS. Okay not really. But STILL. Friends are so TAXING. Like my god. Between Christmas, birthdays....other...gift giving events...expenses pile up, man! And then they borrow money! You know you'll never get it back. You're all "ha ha okay just pay me back whenever" and they're all "Hey man relax; I got this" and then BAM all of a sudden they DON'T got it. And you're out 20 bucks wondering what the hell just happened. I lose more lunch money that way ]< ALSO the time they take is ASTOUNDING. Okay, so, I'm practically like, failing at life here in school. It's because my performance in the class is directly proportional to the amount of homework. No homework, I get an A. Lots of homework (nightly), I get a D. It's science. HA speaking of science, I'm like...at...I dunno in that class. NOT failing though. I think. Uh oh BUT I never ever do my vocabulary, right? That is, defining all the crud I'm supposed to. And I super lose points over that! BUT today I like, DIDN'T go hang with my groupies and instead worked on that. And it was like BAM BAM BAM and all forty words were très DONE. I know all about those mofoin' trophic levels so don't even MESS. W..with me, I mean. Yeah.

SPEAKING OF BIOLOGY ALSO. Guys guys guys. Check this out. Okay. So.

I had a test on animals today...
...And I totally beasted it!

HA HA HA.

Funny.

By now you're probably thinking, "oh, Mellz, you silly bitch! How DO you do it!?" I mean I just don't know guys. How do I like, keep popping out these miraculous knee-slappers that so many of you secretly enjoy?

The answer is...inquire within. OR like, "price upon asking". Cos I'm so a valuable piece of jewelry now, guys. Seriously you guys. Seeeerioussssllyyyy. GUYS. *Eyetwitch* But no I love my puns they're amazingly amazing. I'd be more descriptive but I don't have time to think of words now. I'm too busy being....punny!

Oh rapture.

I accidentally...Spirit...week'd. At my school everyone is a little something I like to call, "pretty gay", and we have this crazzzzzy ass spirit week where you do...stuff. In accordance with...times. And days. And yeah. And one day I accidentally COINCIDED with it. I was devastated. It was like, "Crayon Day" or some bull and you're supposed to like, dress all in one color or whatever. And I..wear black. Like I'm seriously trying to burn everything that's NOT black that still lives in my wardrobe. You know I don't even have a wardrobe. Like, isn't that a piece of furniture or something? H-uh. Interesting.

Animesefwfwment (THAT IS SO A CON NAME) is this weekend. Like happening. Right now. And I'm NOT A PART OF IT. I dunno. It's like...go there. Look at some stuff. Leave. I get BORED. I've got fifteen bucks to my name, have no interest in the art, or stuff in general, don't even CARE that much about anime-type things anymore, and have a mortal fear of pocky. DON'T ASK WHY. But I do. And every single bloody Japanese wannabe is gonna be running around POCKYING it up. No offense. But I mean it. And don't even try and like, change my opinion. I will not be swayed! Unless by like...chocolate. Or a nickel. A girl nickel. Named Phillip. QUICK QUICK ANYONE CATCH THAT? Nooooo? Then I'm dorkier than I thought.

Anyone else I care about going to the con? XD; Care about meaning they like, LIVE IN MY vicinity. My VICINITY OF OBSCENITY. *SOAD'D* Liiike and and and and and and ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24711249/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/24711249/ Mon, 11 May 2009 20:30:31 PDT
I'm mostly just saying stuff to get rid of my HEART-TO-BUTT journal earlier. It was all "I'm a journal. I'm meaningful. But I anger people." SO I felt compelled to move it. EVENTUALLY. God. The end.

I'll get to a-posting stuff at SOME POINT I promise =.=; But school is KICKIN' MY ASS. Hard. I could just cry. No lie. RHYME.

In other news, I'm ecstatic cos after like a hundred millenia I finally found this one song! It's called Boten Anna by Basshunter...yeah. I heard it like three years ago or something and didn't know what it was called..then the AMV it was from got DELETED. I nearly died. And then I stole my friend's iPod today and he ain't got shit on that thing I swear to God..but what he DOES have is techno, and I am a lubber of the tech. So I was all "DISCO STU SAYS PLAY" and it played and I nearly screamed right there in class. It was a big moment for me. I have been having those things ALL over the place. Gosh I should be in bed right now. BUT SCREW THAT. Sleeping is for the weak. And those who know what's good fer 'em. Sad to say I STILL CARE MORE about my OCs than CANON. HA HA. No fan art here, kthx. I was briefly considering posting some of my writing. It's gotten better. I use fancy words now. Words you might actually have to--gasp--look up. Like, in a DICTIONARY. Whoa. Shocker. But anyway, would any of you like that? Any of you still ALIVE? I'll have to lure in more watchers. New ones who aren't dead. With promises of cookies and dental plans. And maybe throw up a Naruto stick figure. That'll get people to pay attention. GAWSH I should draw more. Draw more, talk less. CRAP BEANS. So tired. Soooo tiredddd I always hear that in Shelke's voice. Shelke from Dirge of Cerberus. She is so monotone. Like my ART PROJECTS HA HA. With like, the sister named after booze or something. Kahlua? I don't know. It's really awkward. It's like, ruining my life. CRAP.

Crap =.=

PEACE OUT, YA'LL. --Mellz

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Recently I've gotten into a giant crazy people fight with one of my dear friends. I had hoped she would keep her mouth shut, but out of spite decided to pour out one of my bigger secrets to the internet (that's you). And at first, I desperately apologized..damn near groveled...because I didn't want that shit up there. But then I realized..I don't want to be threatened or blackmailed or controlled. I don't want to do things I simply do not want to do. I don't WANT to associate with her anymore; why should I have to? I have to to keep her yap shut about my personal things. BUT. That's a bitch. So instead I chose to just..face my demons, you know? Tell everyone everything ever. So that way, if someone threatens to tell a secret, I'll say "go ahead" and they'll tell my best friend and they'll say "yeah, what's new?" I figure that's the best best bessst thing to do in my situation. I think it’s sort of like when people ‘find god’ or are about to die and they go around asking everyone they’ve ever wronged for forgiveness. Only more better. Or something. …Anyway. I’m doing that now. AND SO BEGINS A NEW EXCITING CHAPTER OF...

MELLO: THE LIES, THE SECRETS, THE SINS, AND THE LIES.

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In seventh grade, I started wearing makeup. Mostly to fit in, I think. Anyway, I apply make up by putting a hell of a lot on, then rubbing most of it off until it's too my liking. One day I didn't have enough time to take much off, and it was all up in my eye space. At school, two boys took to calling me a whore. Actually, I think the correct wording was 'ho'. One of the boys had been my best friend the previous school year, and the other was a boy I had had a crush on in the first grade before he moved away for a few years. This hurt me lots. Suffice to say, I hardly ever wore make up again during the grade (until I turned wannabe Goth), but they persisted. I asked them several times to shut their faces, both politely and not so much, but they wouldn't. I went to at LEAST one teacher, though there may have been more, and they said they'd put a stop to it. They didn't. I was mad. So, one day, it seemed like a good idea to grab a knife off my counter and tuck it away neatly into my bag. During math class (I sat at a table in front of them--there were three to a table), when they began to ridicule me again, I bent down and fished through my bag. Producing the steak knife (yes, it was a steak knife, not a butter knife!), I quietly told them to "shut up" as threateningly as I knew how. I put the knife back in my bag and turned around. Of course, they thought the entire thing was hilarious, but...well, they hushed up, at least. Eventually I was caught (rumors), but people lied and said it was a butter knife. Or maybe they actually thought that. I dunno. Well whatever. So there.
SIN: I threatened to hurt people for no goddamn reason..no good one, anyway
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In seventh grade (nasty year for me), I was displeased with my friend. He and my other friend took to talking together, ignoring me, talking about me behind my back, avoiding me, and sometimes downright laughing to my face. This irked me lots. So, one magical day, I literally attacked one of them. Like..hands around throat squeeze-the-life-out-of-him attacked. It was not a pretty sight; he was a funny shade of purple. Anyway, eventually I huffed and let him go, stalking off to be…somewhere else.
SIN: Assaulting my friend
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ALSO IN SEVENTH GRADE. I had a friend (the friend of the friend I strangled) who had a crush. She would not. Shut. Up. It infuriated me. Like lots. I hated it so goddamn much. That boy was all she would ever talk about. It was irritating as all hell. I mean, jeez, I’d suffer through a week-long spazz of someone’s, but this was like…months. It was awful. One day I told her to just shut her fucking face. She didn’t not respond as well as I would have hoped. Infuriated, I stomped off, picking up a broken pen and chucking it at her. It hit the top of her head. It was kinda funny. When the boy in question asked me what my problem was (he didn’t even know she liked him), I said “fuck you, alright? Just fuck you.” Or something along those lines. I’m not entirely sure. Anyway, we all got called to a mini-meeting with two of the female teachers (who also fail), and I spilled my guts about why I did everything. One of them said something along the lines of, “It sounds to me like you’re trying to control her feelings, and you just can’t do that sweetie.” I cringed. I then tried desperately to explain I was NOT trying to control her feelings; I was simply trying to control what poured out of her mouth. Apparently this task is more difficult t... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/22182247/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/22182247/ Thu, 25 Dec 2008 05:48:59 PST
Anyway. SOME THINGS UPON THINGS. Like fo' starters, I tried to break things up with mah writing partner. IT DID NOT WORK WELL. Somehow she's like..she never wants to write anymore, right? Cos she's got CREATIVE WRITING or some nonsense. And then I was all "Okay, then, we'll just not do it. Simple. Saves YOU the annoyance of my pestering, and ME the frustration and AGGRAVATION of your existence." and she was like "NO NEVER I'LL KILL YOU" and I'm just like "Um...but wouldn't it work out better for both of us?" and she's all "NO SHUT UP. I call the shots, plebe!" and it's like...okay, so, in honor of I was frackin' bored, I summarized me and 's lovely story into what I see what I look at it.Actually I included a small tiny fraction out of the 80-page read in an e-mail I never actually sent. I just typed it out of rage at about 3 AM.

Yeah. I would post a whole lot more nonsense here, like parts of the e-mail and stuff, but that's all RUDE and stuff. I probably shouldn't share things like that with the internet. Sorry, guys, but you're rude >: Well not you personally, but the concept of me telling it to you. Or something.

I'M IN SUCH A VASH-Y MOOD. God I love that man. OH. AND GUESS WHO'LL GET MAD AT ME FOR LIKING MY OWN CHARACTER. Yeah. You're probably right. But I can't help it. I love him anyway. <3 Hee. I'll probably post something with him in it on the 7th. For and for myself. BECAUSE I LOVE ME SO MUCH.

Grr. Well that's about it. I'd tell you all more and stuff, but like I said, it would probably be rude and inappropriate to post personal things like that on the lurverly Interwebs. It's not like I haven't already, but...well whatever. OH RIGHT and I WILL post the stuff about Vash on here. Why? Because he sounds so ridiculous in the e-mail. Yes, I e-mailed her about him, too, though I took that part out. Why? Because she'd just get her rage all over me and refuse to listen anyway. But he sounded silly, so.
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" Of course, Vash has issues. He kills people. He’s involved with the mafia. He’s childish, and immature. He’s kind of stupid on occasion. He’s obsessive, needy, and quite frankly creeps me out sometimes. He’s got a wonky set of morals ‘cos he never learned right from wrong. He thinks simply taking whatever you want it perfectly acceptable. He’s got a whole set of mental issues that I’m not even gonna TRY and tackle them. He’s got a freaky coffee fetish that I don’t quite understand. He doesn’t know what a waffle iron is. He’s never had fastfood before. He murdered his fiancée. He’s so in love with this random boy that he’s illogical, irrational, and unreasonable. Perfect he isn’t. But a character is defined by their flaws. That’s what makes him Vash. That’s what makes him unique." -- An excerpt from the book of 'That E-mail'
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I cannot be the only one who thinks that the more FLAWS a character has, the more interesting they are. 'M srry, but I don't care about flawless diamonds who can do everything and then some. I like starting with a facked up character who over the course of events and time becomes a better individual. Character growth or whatever. If you have a friggin' Greek Goddess (who even THOSE aren't perfect by the way. Artemis was a skank, apparently. I did not know that.), then when the plot comes along the character just kicks the plot's ass and goes on it's way. They don't need anyone's help. Why should other people even bother to try and compete with them? God.

AND THAT'S IT FOR ME.

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21560823/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21560823/ Wed, 19 Nov 2008 03:38:51 PST : AS I WAS SAYING TO WHAT'S-HER-FACE...

"I. Am. FABULOUS. Mostly. I'm a little DISPLEASED with as of late, because she's like...you know the situations where the husband is all "Sex now yes?" and the wife is all "not tonight dear, I'm too tired" AND YOU KNOW THE LOVE IS GONE? Yup. That's what we hit. We're in one of those marriages where the people don't actually love each other. I come home, gripe about my job (school), argue with her a bit, and then we both go to bed and don't touch each other. Personally, I'm not so fond of it. I may or may not have to srsly consider divorce. I mean, I don't want to, but you know. THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES. Or something like that. Bleh. I love you. Lawlz. How-ah-yew?

P.S. no we're not actually married >: Just a disclaimer. You know...for the people who read this who are...like...stupid."

IT'S STUPID I'm getting all 'sexually frustrated' (I.E. writing deprived) and isn't that when the hubbies turn VIOLENT? I think it is. I'm gonna like...slap her and she'll cry and I'll be all "SHUT UP, WOMAN. MAKE ME A SAMMICH." and be mad -.- See? Mad -.-
So now I'm gonna have to take my anger out on those aroouuuunnndddd meeeee~
Lolz it's cos she's writing for class and stuff. Personally I don't see how that affects people. I mean I love like writing and drawing and stuff cos it's all -PASSION!- and even when I'm like...writing for English or drawing for some art class, I still wanna draw/write on my own free time. I mean it's not like this even involves this much thought. I'm just like "C'MON, MAN. We already have this shit planned out and everything!" So it's just like "BACK TO THE DECISION." cos it's all, should I stay or should I go? Cos that is SO from a song not in relation to Dane Cook. DOES ANYONE LIKE DANE COOK? I don't get people. Either they worship the ground he walks on all "LOLOLOLOLOLOL" or they're just like "BAH, Dane Cook. That poser. WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS. Skank." and don't even...yeah. YEAH. Grr. Grr! -.- Grr.

Mello (7:11:16 PM): So
Lady (7:13:14 PM): yo
Mello (7:13:36 PM): Whazzup
Lady (7:14:24 PM): nm
Mello (7:14:40 PM): Cool
Mello (7:14:47 PM): Do you...do you wanna write?
Lady (7:14:57 PM): honestly?
Mello (7:15:10 PM): How about not honestly
Lady (7:15:22 PM): yep
Lady (7:15:29 PM): but really no
Mello (7:15:36 PM): That's nice, let's do it anyway XD;
Lady (7:15:49 PM): ive been writing like crazy for school
Lady (7:16:04 PM): i need a break
Mello (7:16:16 PM): But...we should do it anyway...cos...we could >:
Lady (7:16:18 PM): i dont wanna write everyday
Lady (7:16:29 PM): over the break
Lady (7:16:45 PM): we have a break soon
Lady (7:17:39 PM): sry -hug-
Lady (7:17:49 PM): i owe u a x mas present
Lady (7:17:55 PM): and chocolate
Lady (7:17:59 PM): <3?
Mello (7:18:20 PM): All I want for Christmas is writing, honestly >:
Lady (7:18:49 PM): ur getting chocolate damnit! D<
Mello (7:18:53 PM): ...>:

ANGER RAGE SEETHE oO! Fear it, bitchnazes! Yesss that's a word.

IF ANYONE loves me enough to want to deal with me on more than a once-a-week basis, I am soooooo HanyouInuMiko via AIM (I WOULD get a new screen name but it's all "NOT SO FAST, PIRATE! ACCESS DENIED!" and so now I'm all upset), and on MSN I'm ttly Wolfy12123@yahoo.com and stuff and yeah. Can ya tell I'm desperate fo' peepz to fraternize with? Not yet? Good. Well, way I see it, loads of people have asked for people to talk with them. And by loads I mean one. Of my friends. Yesss. -SNEEZE-

I am recently more lovey at then I have been in FOREVER. Like the spark is BACK IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. I don't even know. Maybe it involved champagne and I just can't remember. I HAVE LIKE SO MANY NOT-WIVES. Son of a bitch. I must follow dat der one illegal law >: The one that's like...pulligamy or something. That just sounds like chicken. Mm..poultry. DAS GOOD MULTI-WIVES! 8D!

BUT NO the creepy British guy at my school is creepy. Now he's all "I NEED YOU" and I'm just like "Doooooooon't touch me." BUT HE DOES IT ANYWAY I swear to god one of these days I'm just gonna screech "SEXUAL HARASSMENT" and be done with it. That'll get him away from me right quick. I think I made him cry when I told him I didn't want him back. Uhm...yeah. It MAY have been the way I said it (very, very mean) but IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT. The man understands NOTHING unless you scream it at him in a loud, obvio... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21313980/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21313980/ Tue, 04 Nov 2008 08:30:21 PST
1. Make a list of all of your Fan Characters. (Mello: Fuck fan characters. I don’t have any, so Imma just PULL A POOF (())and use mah OCs. Cos they’re SEXY FINE AND ALL MINE.) If you have more than 12, just use 12.

1) Izaak Petrovsky
2) Tetris Arcadia
3) Lance Westen
4) Ryusuke Ukiha
5) Callister Summers
6) Hayte Connelly
7) Simon Valentine
8) Ivan Mozorov
9) Vash TaNerada

Now, in true Multiple-Personality fashion, answer the following questions using all of your listed characters.

2. What's your fave food?
Izaak: Anything Italian is fine with me
Tetris: Whatever gets you hopped up on sugar
Lance: I like danishes.
Ryusuke: Mm..probably sushi, though it depends on what kind.
Callister: I dunno, probably some kind of junk food…
Hayte: Any kind of cereal that turns the milk purple!
Simon: Fish is nice, I guess..
Ivan: Vodka is a food, yes?
Vash: I’ve never actually thought about it before.

3. Are you a virgin?
Izaak: -Doubles over in laughter-
Tetris: Heehee..not since college
Lance: Nope.
Ryusuke: Uhmm… -Blushes- Yeah..
Callister: Not anymore
Hayte: Virgin? Like the oil? Like..Mary? Like…the islands?
Simon: C-Can we not talk about this? –Flushes-
Ivan: -Stiffly- No.
Vash: -Artfully readjusts his glasses- I should think not…

4. What kind of movies do you watch?
Izaak: Pornography.
Tetris: Well, chick flicks are fun. …What!? They are!
Lance: Not sure. I don’t pay attention to the movie; I just play Tetris. –Waves handheld-
Ryusuke: I like anything with a happy ending
Callister: Anything that looks good or that my friends suggest
Hayte: Whatever makes me lol
Simon: ‘M too busy for that. –Spends most of his time running from nothing-
Ivan: I don’t normally watch movies, but when I do, they’re violent –Evil smile-
Vash: Tragedies…or anything romantic.

5. Are you married?.
Izaak: Oh God no.
Tetris: Well, I’m kind of like Lancey’s not-real husband. Does that count?
Lance: I already get nagged enough, thanks; I don’t need to get married.
Ryusuke: I’m too young to think about that!
Callister: Maybe some day…
Hayte: Devitto says if I ever got married, we would all be doomed.
Simon: Uwah! N-N-No…!
Ivan: Ah, no.
Vash: If I have it my way, then I will be soon…kukuku… -evil glint in eye- (Lance: You terrify me.)

6. Have you gotten drunk before?
Izaak: Frequently.
Tetris: I’ve been a wee bit tipsy before. Does that count?
Lance: No.
Ryusuke: -Wrinkles nose- Alcohol tastes icky
Callister: Sometimes with my band mates.
Hayte: -Frowns- I think once maybe. I drank a lotta beer, at least. A whole six-pack of the stuff. No one could tell the difference, though. –Shrugs- Oh well.
Simon: Eesh..I prefer just sticking to milk.
Ivan: That’s the thing about drinking excessive amounts of vodka…
Vash: -Looks away- I try not to.

7. Do you have a celebrity crush?
Izaak: Nope, but I’ve had celebrities crush on me~
Tetris: Uh, Leon Kennedy? –Likes Resident Evil too much-
Lance: -Scoff- Yeah, right.
Ryusuke: Uhh..C-Cal, I guess… (Mello: Though he’s not quite a celeb, yet)
Callister: When I was younger, yeah. –Not going to say whom, though-
Hayte: Err…Brittney Spears? –Making shit up-
Simon: Er…I don’t…celebrities? –Doesn’t keep up with that-
Ivan: -Waves a hand- Of course not; don’t be silly.
Vash: Sorry; I’m already in love with someone else.

8. Your embarrassing moment?
Izaak: Uh, once I got shot in the ass...it was more funny (and painful) than embarrassing, though.
Tetris: None I can think of off the top of my head, though I’m sure there are some…lessee.. –Ticks off on fingers, mentally counting-
Lance: Getting caught stealing from a grocery store
Ryusuke: When my big brother found my private journal…he thought it was cute, though, so…eh heh..
Callister: Getting all tang... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21026213/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/21026213/ Fri, 17 Oct 2008 03:22:51 PDT If I could touch your body~
Not you.
I know not everybody~
Has got a body like you, owwwhhh~

Okay Faith has been stuck in my head for like an entire day now. And Don't Stop Believin's been in there for like a week. A'ight is it me or is that song about a zombie uprising? I'm putting on my srs-face here, guys. That is SO what that song is about. Journey is predicting a friggin' zombie invasion. I hope you are all prepared. Apparently we're gonna have...so many that they're waiting up and down the boulevard for you...and they'll be people you don't know. And if you try and hide, they'll move like shadows, searching in the night. Of course, the zombies just want to be like us, walking through their empty existence, devoid of any emotion and left only with their primal instincts (to feed). But above all else, remember to hide somewhere for the night. <: Try and put yourself with a smalltown girl, a boy from Detroit, a prostitute, and a singer. They should be used as sacrifices. Well, the prostitute and the singer, at any rate. Keep the smalltown girl and Detroit-face. Now, some of you will live..but some of you will die. If it were a game, they're be winners, and some would lose. And of course some of you will just sing the blues. Mind, as soon as you can, get on the midnight train. That's usually how you escape.

Okay if you didn't get ANY of those references in my awkwardly phrased 'Mello's Awkwardly Phrased Zombie Survival Guide', then you need to go listen to Don't Stop Believin' right the fuck now and stop missing out on past generations. I dunno 'bout ch'ya'll but I am prepped for that invasion. I know it may seem like a good idea, but I'm told NOT to tape the sandwiches behind bookcases. Apparently that's the first place the zombies will look.

My family is screwed in the event of a zombie invasion -.- Like my dad didn't even...GAWD we are so unprepared. Like it's not even funny we're gonna die. Except me. Cos I know where mah exits at.

-BUST A MOVE!-

Now, at this point, you must be all "WTF is this crazy person talking about? Did they come back JUST to rant about zombies!?" The answer is YES. Zombies are a serious problem that not very many people consider a real threat to society. Sure, we'll pay taxes to pay for Drug Rehab for the people who have enough money to blow 5k a week on crack, but will we fund zombie protection? Huh? Will we? WILL WE? NO! Quite frankly it's rude, and a little unnerving. The economy is shit right nao, guys. Like srsly. Those zombies..they'll take advantage of that. Now is the time. We need to get our game faces on and take them zombies OUT.

LET'S TALK POLYTICKS. That's politics for you not too bright people. See what I did there? I changed the spelling for kicks and giggles cos now it's spelled different but sounds the same and...and...Er...yeah. Ha. If you're easily offended by this type of stuff/ranting, read anyway, and get really mad at me and blame me for not warning you even though I'm warning you riiiiight here.
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ELECTORAL COMBAT: BARAKA OBAMA VS. JOHNNY MCCAIN. FIGHT!

Okay that's stupid and old. Plz ignore it.

Now, personally, I'm an independent. That of course means I can talk smack about both sides. It doesn't matter, though, cos I can't even vote. But...um.

Personally, I'm leaning more towards McCain. Though I'm not even sure why. We got both those yahoos up there yelling and screaming at each other, but frankly I don't trust either of them. Certainly they're not the most certified for the job. However, I kind of view McCain as the lesser of two evils. I wouldn't necessarily call either of them EVIL, but...well, McCain will end up being better for me when it comes to money <: He wants to like...fund major corporations or something, right? Now I'm basing my 'facts' off my mother so don't eat me if I'm wrong. Kindly correct me in a manner that I can respond "Oh! I did not know that! Thank you so much kind stranger for correcting me and setting me on the path of justice!" to it. Anyway, if he DOES want to give money to the big bizzes, well that's fine with me. That means they'll have more money to give to more employees which they'll be free to hire. In my mind, that's more jobs for pplz who can then buy stuff and give back to the economy which will go...up! Only thing is, Palin kind of...how do I put this nicely it's so har... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20621459/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20621459/ Mon, 22 Sep 2008 15:01:20 PDT
I'm an oracle child. I say shit and it happens, man. I'm not even playin' wit'choo My dad yoinked my phone and stuff cos I messed up somethin' and I was all "BUT DADDY I NEED IT. What if something happens!?" and he was all "No." and I was all "What if bad shit goes down!? What if there are altercations, difficulties!?" and he was all "No." and then my bus exploded. WELL it wasn't like POW BOOM FWOOSH but it caught fire. And was engulfed in a cloud of smoke. I tried to breathe through my sleeve but it was leather so that didn't work out too well for me...>: So yeah it kinda sucked and I regret not being able to take pictures.

I'M A MOTHER sort of. Another oracle thing I did was predict Matt and English would hook up and so now I have to be the disapproving parent. Cos I was all "DON'T GET PREGNANT" and ran off to go to church which was AWFUL by the way but I'm back now so it's coo'. BUT then I went over to check on 'em and make sure they were still like..alive and shit..and they were just BAM gone. And I was all "OMG." and ran around the house looking for them. And there was NOTHIN'. So I was all "HOLY FUCK" and raced to my garage and put on Der Meister cos the song seemed intense enough. Then in a flash of metal and wheels I pulled out my TRUSTY BICYCLE. And then rode uphill muttering to myself "I need a motorcycle." and it was sad >: But then they were SO not in the neighborhood and I was all "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod" and FREAKING. OUT. And thought about how he must have took Matt back to his place to MARRY and I was all "GUH" then somehow it became the holocaust. Only the holocaust 2.0 Except Matt's not a Jew. So it was against...Scotts. Cos Matt's 1/35 Scottish or something.

Anyway, I figured they must be OUT of the neighborhood and started towards HIS place and BAM they was walkin' back to Matt's on the sidewalk and I was all "WHERE WERE YOU!? I EXPRESSLY TOLD YOU NOT TO GET KNOCKED UP AND YOU DISOBEYED ME!" and Matt was all "...What the hell?" and I was all "WE'RE GONNA HAVE WORDS, YOUNG LADY. Privileges WILL be revoked!!" and Matt was all "...D<" and I was all "I thought we were dealing with a RAPIST here! I was worried SICK. No note, no nothing! Just GONE. Do you have any idea, ANY IDEA what was racing through my head!?" and I pretty much just flipped out. Like a weirdo. And lectured them on the way home. -LECTURE LECTURE LECTURE-

Except then I planned out their entire goddamn future. Like with three kids and everything. It was awkward, and they was all "Shut up" and I was all "FINE. Brit, YOU will lose your hair at 40 and live in a lean-to in Canada. Matt, YOU will live in a rather nice trailer, but you will be too fat to get out of it! Hmph!"

Personally, I had a great time...'Cept Matt had bad deets. I was all "So. Gimmie the deets." and she was all "What?" and I was all "The DEETS what happened!" and she told me and I was all "...What the HELL, Matt." And Matt was all "What?" and I was all "Where's the whirlwind of color and sensation!?"

EXCEPT THERE WAS NONE. It was goddamn tragic.

I HATE CHURCH I just go for the food...I was all "Christ, what do they make their bread out of!?" and I want it cos it's delicious >: And the wine is MAGICAL I dunno what kind it is but it's like...extreme grape juice. 'Cept it's X-treme cos that's the extreme way of spelling extreme. WOO. Anyway I was forced into a ridiculous church group thing. I mostly just walk around, ignore everyone else, and listen to music. But I met a hot guy so it's cool.

But still I'm all bleh right now and it sucks. And my dad wants me to study for math and stuff but like..I JUST finished homework and stuff. And I had a club. So it's like "I only have so much time to do stuff" and I'm SUPPOSED to be doing something for someone but I just don't care enough >: Cos I have that weird empty feeling in my stomach that MIIIIGHT just be it's rage and wonkiness but still. It's like..I want to TALK to someone but I dunno who or about what D: It's fucking tragic. YEAH.

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Okay that's a blatant lie. I'm not sleepin' on the FLO' FLO' FLO'. I'm sleepin' on the couch couch COUCH. I don't even..fuckin'...know why >>; It's creeping me out. I moved my room down there. And by room I mean I went up to the coffee table and went "MEET ALARM CLOCK, BITCH." and slammed an obnoxiously loud beepy alarm clock on it. It's one of those kinds where the longer you ignore it, the louder it gets. Like a baby. And then it won't shut up. And so I'm there in the morning at 5 and it's all "beep beep beep Beep Beep Beep BEEP BEEP BEEP" and I'm like "MEEEER D< -Pimp slap!-" and then the alarm clock makes its new home on the floor and I eventually get up and turn it off. Cos it's dumb.

UNTIL WE DANCE
INTO THE FI~YAAAAAAAAAH!

Okay too much Duran Duran. And HIM. I like HIM Dunno why. It's all -ANGSTALICIOUS WUT!?-

Heaven ablaze in our eyes~
We're standing still in time~
The blood on our hands is the wine~
We offer a sacrifice~

Or something like that. I forget the lyrics oO

So I'm bored. Real bored. Super bored. I'm finally getting around to drawing things I shoulda like for-fucking-ever ago. Cos I'm a douche and kept putting it off. -Sways back and forth in a hyper manner to random songs on iPod- WOO Rammstein. Anyone even know who that is? Anyone? No? D: -Sob- Feuer frei

But no I'm just here for you people to pretend to love. Yeah I apparently got 1,000 page views. I don't much care, but I didn't know you people cared that much. Though I'm sure half of that was like..myself. Sooo yeah. Um. Buh.

I miss youuuuu...what?

Expansions have been made on Gerussiamany. Also apparently we have enemies. Chinapanica and Australitaly. Don't..don't even ask. Also! Gerussiamany:

You are from Gerussiamany.
You are Gerussiamueseian.
You are a Gerussiaman.

Glad that's worked out.

TAKING MONEY FROM PEOPLE IS HARD.

So the stupid whore owes me money. And I'm all "Bitch gimmie mah dollar D<" and she's all "I'll have it in a week." and I'm like "Fuck that it's a dollar! Go dig around in a couch before I start bustin' knee caps!!" and she didn't even CARE. So now I'm going to just..steal it. Through the magic of STEALING. Oooo thievery. Risk-ay buisness (Bweezness). But she was seriously all up in mah Biz-naz! (Business). And I was all "Oh no you di-in't! WHERE'S THE MONEY." but she didn't even care! AGAIN! Rude. My gawd.

PEACE OUT PEOPLE. I miss you too DX God why do all my Zacks LEAVE ME!? Also ow my shoulder. Pain! -Broken heart-

P.S. Got a shiny new obsession that knows allllll about~

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20297807/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20297807/ Tue, 02 Sep 2008 19:56:36 PDT
WHAT NOW, BITCH.

But no our little locker hallway is being fuckin' OVERRUN. And this random new girl joined today and she was all -Bitch- and I was all "FUCK YOU BACK TO MEXICO,PLEBE!" But she didn't even LEAVE! She told these stories that made NO SENSE. And I kept waiting for the punch line but it never even came and she demanded constant attention and I was all "Sonuva -.-" and then my life was OVER. And I'm all "I am Führczar of Gerussiamany and I demand you leave my country at once!" and she was all "...no I'm Greek." And I was all "...WTF DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING EVER!?"

But apparently it has everything to do with everything.

But I'm serious guys we're facing mass overpopulation. And I was all "FUCK I KNOW WHAT TO DO I'VE PLAYED STRONGHOLD. SOMEBODY. BUILD. A GODDAMN HOVEL." And then NO ONE DID I was so upset. And then I ended up spending an hour long lunch period with my knees clutched to my chest to make room for all the STUPID WHORES in my locker alleyway hall thing.

Now our PAR-TAY consists of:

Me: Status – Führczar.
The fearless leader. Führczar: Destroyer of Worlds. Also General of the army. The army is mostly dedicated to getting rid of Stalker Bitch Guy. I control, well, everything. I demand le taxes/tribute, and I make sure everything is in order. Or at least not bugging me.

Matt: Status – Second-in-Command.
The REAL leader. Matt makes sure like..nothing serious happens. When I'm being INEPT or just plain not paying attention. People respect Matt's AUTHO-RI-TAH cos I dunno. Just special, I guess. Also first-in-command. Or maybe second in...I don't even know, man. I'll figure this shit out later.

Angst-Face: Status – Residential Angst Bucket/Plebe
That one angst guy. His purpose is to NOT be a part of the conversation. Whenever we have too much fun he makes us all feel bad for existing 8D He also keeps BRINGING NEW PEOPLE to the population. Cos he's awesome. I guess. But we're running out of space. He's also occasionally a traitorous BASTARD but we love him anyway.

'Gurl': Status – Like the Volunteer Club. I don’t know. Also Plebe.
Mah partner in crime, also known as Near. Near is there to entertain me and the plebes. Also the main source of my tax...uh, Kool-aid. I LIKE KOOL-AID STFU. Near also keeps the random people I don't like in check. Cos I don't like conversing with them. They annoy me too much.

Stupid Whore: Status – Stupid Whore/Naive
She's a stupid whore. I'm serious, guys. She dated like 4 people at once. For a week. And then once upon a time she dated a guy for 2 days then got mad at ME when HE asked me out like forever after she dumped him. The nerve, right? Anyway..she's currently been going out with Paublo (Not real name) for like 5 months. That's a record for her. She's dated like everyone else ever. I told Paublo she would need to celebrate her 55th anniversary with him before it cleared her whoreish name. YEAH. I think she's a bitch and refuse to talk to her. I tried to deport her but it didn't work. I also moved the colony but she followed...bitch. She’s like bi-polar or something. She won’t SHUT UP and she’s all “YAYHUGSSMILES” and then all of a sudden she’s like EMO and won’t talk and just glares. And like NO ONE EVEN SAID ANYTHING.

Paublo: Status – Guy Who Guides Deported/Naive
I don't even know about this guy, man. Sometimes he gives me sandwiches, though. He mostly follows Crab-Cake Larry who follows Near who follows me. So he's just kinda boppin' around doin' his own THANG. You know. Sometimes we speak when I'm bored and my other people are occupado. I think that's occupied in Spanish. Might wanna check the spelling on that. Don't quote me or anything.

Crab-Cake Larry: Status – Guy Who Contributes NOTHING. Also Naive.
I don't know this dude, either. I don't understand what's the deal with him. He's just THERE. All...turbany. I don't get it. He chills with Paublo...also afraid of yaoi. Oh, the fun I've had with him. He's tight with Near, I think. Not entirely sure on that one. You know how it is, man. Not much else to say about him, except he's...Turbany.

Bitchface Skank-ho: Status – Teenager Population/SCOURGE OF SOCIETY
Our newest member, she's that girl who tells stories with no point. She kept babbling on and on and MADE NO FUCKING SENSE. And DEMANDED attention. When I demand attention it's to say something short and stupid. Honestly. My gawd. Anyway, apparently she draws. I'm still waiting to see a picture and JUDGE HER HARSHLY. She's either one of those people who acts high and mighty and sucks, or someone who acts kinda modest and ROCKS. Either way I don't lik... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20202300/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20202300/ Thu, 28 Aug 2008 13:34:27 PDT
So I'm writing a contract that I have every intention of making my entire gang party group thing sign. Yup. We're an awesome party, by the way o= Like FF..uh, whatever the roman numerals for "14" are. We have ME, the fearless leader. Also known as 'mein Führer'. We have Matt, the one who ACTUALLY knows WTF is going on and runs everything from the background. We have that one girl everyone loves even though she's a burden to all around her! We have the resident ANGST BUCKET who doesn't speak and looks really depressed for NO APPARENT REASON. If all goes according to plan, we'll also have some random English kid who's name I like o= We have a STUPID BITCH who no one likes and we're still not sure why she's there. We have some guy who's like..the voice of reason and yet somehow not. AND we have the sarcastic one who's the guy who dishes out the "-__-" look.

Anyway, I'm writing several things into my contract, most of them applying to me. Such as:

"I will abide by any nickname, no matter how silly, bestowed upon me by mein Führer"

I also like this one:

"I will not be a STUPID WHORE who doesn't know anything"

There's a lot of them like that last one, like "I won't be a whiny bitch" or "I won't be a know-it-all" and "I won't correct mein Führer even though it's OBVIOUS mein Führer is demented, delirious, and delusional."

I make them give me tribute -3- Cos I can't be bothered to bring my own lunch. THAT WOULD JUST BE TOO MUCH WORK. I'm all "You. Crabcake Larry. Fork over the chicken D<" and then yay :3 I'm a bad person.

Oh, and we have a stalker in the group, too. Yeah. Fun times. He scares the living fuck outta me, dude >>; He's in love with me. Or he hates my guts. You know I really can't tell.

If you break the contract, you get deported o= Cos I was all "Lulz naturalization" cos of C & E. Anyway Mr. Angst-face TOTALLY ditched us and I was all "THAT'S IT. BACK TO MEXICO. PAUBLO WILL BE YOUR GUIDE. -Points at Paublo, also known as 'The voice of reason and yet somehow not-

P.S. His name's not really Paublo.

P.P.S. Sorry if I offend anyone with my rather racist rant 8D

I hate Geometry. IT MAKES NO GODDAMN SENSE. It's like "Lulz find the non-existent plane!" and I'm all "FUCK YOU D<" and get pissed. Then I doodle. And don't pay attention. Then get lost. And yeah. SO I HAD A QUIZ and I studied the wrong stuff. I NAILED 2 of the questions. Problem was, I didn't know the other 15 8D Boopsie daisie.

Yup, I'm fucked.

--Hopefully not failing,
Mello

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20103923/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20103923/ Fri, 22 Aug 2008 21:20:03 PDT WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT!?

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20086757/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/20086757/ Thu, 21 Aug 2008 22:01:57 PDT ? Yeah. I have a few ISSUES with it I'd like YOU, yes YOU, to help me with. I fucking see you. -Glares at you in particular through your computer screen-

See, here's the deal. She has a nasty habit of staying up all night. BUT she gets kicked off the computer at night. But she stays up anyway, thus sleeping during the day. Now, I (usually) sleep at NIGHT. And wake up during the DAY. Like a normal human being.

So, she's staying up all night for no good raisin (reason), and I'm up during the day. She sleeps till like SIX, then wakes up. She's on for an hour, and we write maybe a few sentences, then BOOM she's gone. Kicked off, usually. She might come back later in the night...

...She probably won't.

Now, I don't know about her and her priorities and her opinions, but I view this story thing as like..professional, man. For all intents and purposes we are in a partnership. Now, it's obviously dysfunctional as we can't even be AWAKE at the same time. Plus, when we ARE on, sometimes we don't make progress. I want to make progress. Real damn bad. But she seems...

Less than enthusiastic.

I have to wonder if she takes this seriously or not. Cos I do. I really, really do. I'm so into this it hurts sometimes. This is my THING now. This is what I've been DOING all summer: Writing the story and thinking about it and forming plots and developing characters and creating relationships and so on. Ah, if I haven't made it clear by now, I take this thing VERY seriously. Also, if I haven't made it clear by now, then you're obviously bad at picking up on things.

Due to the fact that I can't write without her while we are in this partnership type deal, I have to wait for her. This takes a while. A LONG while. We haven't made progress in like...at least a week. And frankly I don't know how much longer I can do this. I am one of a short attention span. It's a goddamn friggin' MIRACLE I managed to stay interested in this thing for so long.

Thing is, though, I'm losing interest. Not in my characters, no, I'll love them forever, but in the story itself. If I'm to continue to be into this and continue doing this and remain interested, I HAVE to write SOMETHING in it.

Way I see it, I got three options. I can either:
A) Wait for her for god knows how long, possibly losing interest or possibly not
B) Break off and continue writing it on my own, though it might not be as...entertaining
C) Just quit all together

All of those options (and I'm assuming anything I haven't thought of) has its ups and downs.

Option A: I hate waiting. I'm getting sick of it and growing bored rapidly. Now, writing with her is more fun than writing by myself. Also when I write with her, I tend to get more into it and stay interested longer. However, it's a bit of a gamble, because if I wait TOO long, I'll lose interest completely and I'll go straight to option C.

Option B: I don't know if it'll be as fun when I'm writing by myself. Yeah, I've written little short things by myself. Those prove to be fun and worthwhile for me. Problem is, I don't know how long my focus will last. Either it'll magnify and I'll be drawn into it even more, or it'll slowly fade away, catapulting my ass right to Option C.

Option C: On the positive, I don't have to worry about these options. On the negative...well, I just wish I didn't have to quit.

My question to you all is: What the hell should I do?

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19977630/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19977630/ Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:37:19 PDT
Me 'n are writing a story RP type thing. You know, with Lancey Boy and Tetris and Emmett and Devi and Vash and all them peoples I love so much? WELL it's her turn to post...she's been at these LAME ASS CLASSES all week long and hasn't been on like...at all. We haven't written in FOREVER D: And it sucks cos I'm actually like...trying to GO somewhere with this stuff.

The following conversation ACTUALLY took place...oh lord.

Me (10:53:36 PM): So
Me (10:53:40 PM): We're gonna break Emma's legs.
Matt (10:53:44 PM): cool
Matt (10:53:50 PM): is there a new reason?
Matt (10:53:52 PM): or
Me (10:53:54 PM): Yes
Matt (10:53:55 PM): the normal stuff?
Me (10:53:56 PM): Get this
Me (10:53:59 PM): She hasn't posted in
Me (10:54:00 PM): 5 days.
Me (10:54:08 PM): Her classes ended today, so she could like
Me (10:54:10 PM): Get on the compy.
Me (10:54:18 PM): Tomorrow morning she's leaving for a 5-day beach trip.
Matt (10:54:24 PM): lol
Me (10:54:26 PM): I literally told her "-Headdesk- I'm going to break your legs."
Matt (10:54:34 PM): neat
Me (10:54:37 PM): I thought so
Matt (10:54:38 PM): so
Matt (10:54:42 PM): how you wanna do this?
Matt (10:54:47 PM): push her down some stairs?
Matt (10:54:53 PM): drop something heavy on her?
Me (10:55:11 PM): I was thinking get a big mallet, honestly.
Matt (10:55:20 PM): that's always good
Me (11:00:06 PM): Yeah.

Now doesn't that sound like a kick in the pants--A WHACK ON THE LEG!? -Fume fume- Gods I'm angry D: -Goes off to write a little (probably gay) side story of her own...-

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So how's everybody doing? And by everybody I mean the 3-4 people who will read and maybe comment on this journal. Lulz. No one loves me BUT THAT'S OKAY cos I love you all anyway. Even if you don't comment on my stuff. Or favorite it. Or acknowledge it in any way. YOUR SHINS ARE FORGIVEN. -Doesn't break your legs- Also, -Shameless joke stealing from a webcomic-

So thar.

SO...so. I like saying so. Better than belting out the chorus to My Sharona, so you know...<3

I have too many characters DX Bah. I'll eventually get to putting them all up. Once I draw them all, at least 8D Last I checked I had like...26. But yeah. <3; No I don't have a problem. Except the fact that almost all of them are men. Maaaaybe I have a wee bit of a problem, on second thought...

Does anyone who reads this like any of the following:
Burn Notice
Torchwood
Doctor Who
Eureka
Psych
Monk

If so SAY WHAT AND TELL ME WHY. Or just say so. Cos I'm bored as hell.

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19931811/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19931811/ Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:12:43 PDT > Really annoying, actually. I don't know how to deal with myself sometimes. You know it's just like "What the HELL Sharona? Get the fuck outta my head! -Kick-"

And Sharona just reminds me of Monk and hookers. Thanks to Matt

Anyway, I told I'd post my awesome dream of awesomeliness, so...

IT ALL STARTED OUT WITH ME AND VINCENT...

We was on a raft...canoe...type thing. And I don't know why. And we got like..fucking...catapulted into a lake. And this is where like, it gets fucking intense. We was in this lake thing, right? On our crazy canoe raft. And there were all these huge shadows under the water and I was all "Ho fuck. Vinnie, we should...we should leave now." and he was all "Uh...okay." and started somehow steering the canoe raft thing back to shore with a steering wheel which made no sense. Cos it like..wasn't there a second ago. But then it was all -STEERING WHEEL, BITCH!- and..yeah.

And then these fucking..crocodiles started swimming up to our boat. And I was all "DENIED!" and started beating them with a paddle. Just one. We only had one. I wanted Cloud's sword, but all I had...was a paddle.

So these crcodiles are swimming around and biting at our raft and I'm fending them off with a paddle, and then one of the big, stupid reptiles JACKS my PADDLE.It fucking EATS it. And I'm all "What the hell, crocodile!? Rude! I was USING that to BEAT you!"

And then I was just pissed.

So I started beating it with my shoe. Which didn't work very well, incidently. And then it took my goddamn shoe! And I was all "Hel-LO! That's my SHOE, thank you! That's my shoe, you give me that back!" but it didn't give it back! And then it took my awesome D- Gray-man cross pendant thing and I was all "WHAT THE HELL!?" cos they kept jackin' muh stuff! And then the crocodiles, which were like...freakin' nile crocodiles...started like...breaching! They were leaping over the boat! Like dolphins! I swear to god! And Vinnie was freaking out a bit and doing his damned best to steer and the crocodiles went for his shoes, too, but he managed to kick them in the face.

And so then we got fucking..catapulted OUT of the water and to MY house and we crashed through the roof and I was like "DAMNIT I gotta pay for that!" and then I hit a button cos I had this thing set up where if I hit the button my lost stuff would materialize at Matt's house. So I hit my button to get my shoe and my paddle and my pendant, then dragged Vincent over to MATT'S house for my stuff, but Matt was like..gone. And there was this angry black woman with purple eyeshadow who glared a lot. And I was all "What the hell where's Matt?" and apparently Matt was like a house sitter or something and that wasn't her house.

And then I was all "Gimmie my stuff!" and the black woman was all "Nnnnnno." and I was all "RUDE!" and she was wearing.

My.

Shoe.

And I was furious. Then I decked her. Then I woke up. And that's everything that matters! I guess. Um. Yeah.

HOW'S EVERYBODY'S LIFE BEEN GOING? OH WAIT. NO. I SAW..the last episode of Doctor Who Season 4 D: YOU KNOW IT.

IT. WAS. Magical.

My life? Complete.

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19802740/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19802740/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:12:25 PDT
1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal of these facts.
4. At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them that they're tagged.

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1) I drink steak sauce. Plain. By itself. You heard me. It's mm-mm good.

2) I'M MEAN. I love it. If I like you, sweet. You probably can't tell. If I don't like you, why the FUCK are you reading this? Also, you're a stupid, lazy whore. If I don't like you, at least.

3) I don't like people who are impossible to reason with. You try and tell them something and they IGNORE YOU or just get MAD. And then I either lie and accept it (while secretly hating their guts) or just drop it completely, never really accepting it. Or leave. I can leave.

4) I'm scared of the dark 8D Actually, I flip back and forth, depending on my mood. Sometimes I'm freaked out of my mind and sometimes I'm fucking one with the night.

5) I'm a hypocrite. TO THE MAXXX. I'm also bad with due dates.

6) I get irritated verrry easily, but I don't ever TELL anyone I'm upset because I need them for something. Like at lunch when you put up with some guy because he buys you food. Or when you put up with some stupid person because they're doing your work for you. -Is a bad human being-

7) There are a lot of things I like doing but I don't do on account of LAZINESS. Like guitar. Love guitar, don't like the lessons. I went the first week all excited and stuff and then the next week I was all "What? We're still doing this? Gawd."

8) Sometimes the people I'm not too close to still hurt me the most.

9) I'm not tagging 8 people. I'm tagging maybe three. If you've already done it, then TOO THE FUCK BAD because I've done this twice now.

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-Tags people- , , Lol it's freeze tag 8D That means you get tagged and stop, and ignore my taggyness. Cos I don't play by da rules.

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19696448/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19696448/ Thu, 31 Jul 2008 09:25:55 PDT
Okay so I haven't actually seen The Dark Knight or nothin', but I wanna. I wanna know what all the goddamn fuss is about. What with Heath and all that JAZZ. I dunno, man. Everyone's all "OMG HE'S TEH BEST AAAAAAAAGH -Foams at mouth-" and I'm like "...Uh." Cos I'm sure he's good and all but like...best villian EVER? He's just some crazy face in a clown costume. Not that much to like, actually. Like srsly.

Is it a bad thing I like the spoof more than the actual thing? The Joker's hotter in that...I mean, Heath is without a doubt a hottie, but...he looked kinda...eh...with all the crazy makeup. I like my men hot. I have like...a hot men fetish. I should get that checked out. I'm sure if I was a man I would have a hot women fetish. And I'm sure I wouldn't like...like, Mrs. Joker. I'd be like "CLOWN LADYYYYY!" and have a massive spazz attack.

[link] <--
Spoof of win. I think I like that Joker more on account of...A) he's hotter, and B) I like his voice more. I dunno. Heath's was kinda deeeeepalicious. Didn't really strike me as insane homicidal clown man. I kinda imagined him with a higher-pitched voice, I guess. BUT THAT'S JUST ME.

Anyway, enough on Batman. I apologize if I offended any crazy Heath fans with this rant thing. Yeah. R.I.P. Heath. We love you, man.

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN "DANCE"!?

The answer is NO. No you can't.

So there's this show called So You Think You Can Dance or some NONSENSE like that. My friend showed me a few of the dances. They SUCKED. I hate them with every fiber of my being. Seriously. It's fucking twitch dancing. I hate it. The music is so-so, the dances are shit, the people aren't hot, and the costumes are bad. Not my cup-o'-tea. But, you know, I hadn't seen an episode or nothing. So I watched one of the episodes.

It SUCKED. I swear. Worst ballet ever. It was god AWFUL. Their feet were BLEH. The man would like WALK away and then stretch out his hand, and the girl would go "THUD THUD THUD" over to him then go "Point!" and do a little ballet move. Then it would repeat. Over and over and OVER.

Walk. Stretch. THUD THUD THUD...point! I mean even I could tell they were doing the same blinking thing over and over again. It was tragic. And this other one was like...WTF were they WEARING? Like goddamn spandex suit shit. And this OTHER lady like...kept wiggling. EVERYTHING. She like refused to move just one body part at a time. She had to move everything. All at once. For like a fucking minute. It was awful. I had to look away. I threw up a little in my mouth. And a lot on the couch. Twitch or whatevz was okay...still not good, but better than anyone else. Even if his dance was GAY. And the guy from the worst ballet ever had a TERRIBLE ass. I was so unhappy. Fucking hell.

Though nothing comes close to that Bleeding Love thing. That was just...Ugh. They fucking grab their heads, lean over, and start FLAILING. And see, I'm not saying I could do better. That's the thing. I appreciate the skill and time put into this. But I mean...just cos I couldn't do it doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm also saying the Jabbawockeez and Kaba Modern could do better. Because they don't suck. Another thing that bugs me: Kaba and Jabba had to make up their own routines. The tragedies on SYTYCD don't even make it up themselves! They have a week to learn a pre-made routine. Kaba Modern has a week to make one up, following any guidelines set, and then learn it. And it looks BETTER.

[link] - Kaba Modern, Sensual Seduction. "We're gonna get all turned on!" <-- I fucking LOVE that!
[link] - Those People, Bleeding Love. I don't like that guy. He looks annoying familiar. Like Ianto Jones from Torchwood got a tan. Pisses me the hell off. I HATE THE FUCKING TWITCHING. It doesn't even make sense. My gawd. If you like SYTYCD, well I am deeply sorry if I have offended you...THAT'S A LIE. I think you have bad taste. But hey; that's just my opinion. Like what-EVER the fuck you want. Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

We should kill the Batman.

--Mello

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19554186/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19554186/ Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:36:25 PDT Still don't know what I was lookin' for~
And my time was runnin' wild~

I'm writing a new journal...so that no one else can comment on my other thing. Yeah. I'm not answerin' questions no mo'.

I'm on the quest...for a tattoo! Not for myself, oh no. For my peeps. GODDAMN YOU RUSSIA. Tattoo's are SO complicated. Finding cool ones, and where to put them...and having enough but not too many. DIG? Yeah. You dig. I see you. -Narrows eyes at reader of journal- Yeah, do YOU dig it? Personally? Of course. -Point point- I'm watching you.

HOLY FUCK. I just realized that diet pepsi is diet because it's for people on DIETS! OH MY GOD! That's so DEEP! Ah! REVELATION! Diet soda has no sugar cos it's for...My GOD I'm slow.

Good news guys. I just found all my tattoos. Cos I'm awesome. I found several (with the help of Matt) but my fav is like...Izaak has a black wing tattoo on his right shoulder. COOKIES TO ANYONE WHO GETS THE REF. Shame to anyone who doesn't. I don't think it's that obscure, buuuuuut I've learned that some things that are OBVIOUS to me are not so much to others. Cos my brain thinks in funny--CH-CH-CHANGES! ...Funny ways.

DR. HORRIBLE. 's brother made me and Matt watch it. It was brilliant. I look down on anyone who doesn't like it or hasn't seen it. -Shame finger!- <-- Or whatever the hell that's called. On The Rise has been stuck in my head ALL DAY and all yesterday and... -hisses- Displeasure.

CH-CH-CHANGES.

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The Matt to my Mello
The Kanda to my Tyki
The Kisame to my Axel
The Gir to my...me.
The Freak to my Freakier
The...Zack.
The Naminé to my something
Pooferdoodle

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BUT if someone DOES comment for some ungodly reason, uhh...I have to tell you these things:

a) Tell you why I friended you (THAT'S an awkward sentence)
b) Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc. (Cos I think about that all the time)
c) Tell you something I like about you (You really know how to daaance~)
d) Tell you a memory I have of you (Chain of...)
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you (What color is your underwear?)
f) In return, you must post this in your journal (YEA RIGHT)

Oo la la.

P.S. If anyone has any requests, I'd love to hear 'em XD Just cos I like drawing things for people...

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The Matt to my Mello
The Kisame to my Axel
The Namine to my...uh.
The Kanda to my Tyki
The Freak to my Freakier

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19355882/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19355882/ Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:04:52 PDT
It's hard, though. I have to research all this RIDICULOUS CRAP. Like guns. And explosives. And murder. And threats. And hits. And nice cars. And Russia. And traps. And other cool action-packed stuff.

But yeah Russia/the mafia is like my new THING now. I'm watching random crap like The Godfather and (I wish) the Soprawhatevers. And Analyze This...though I don't think that counts ^^'

I just like all the names. My favorites are Mikhail, Kesare, Dmitri, and Feliks. Oh, and the little Russian Blue kitten, Aleksandr. ALEK. And last names, too. Petrovsky. Good stuff.

Alek (the cat) belongs to the Petrovsky family. Aleksandr Petrovsky. Points to whoever gets that one.

And also a slap on the wrist. Why are you even watching that. FOR SHAME. -Watches it-

Anyway the two Petrovsky guys are Izaak and Emmett. Please ignore that Emmett is a German name and Izaak is Hebrew. Their parents were...weird. Emmett is a failure at life, but only when it involves...people. He's really good at techy stuff. Like making explosives and hot wiring things...and he can shoot when he's alone with just a gun and a target. But in high pressure situations he's not so good. Izaak's his older brother (by 8 years) and he takes care of all the shooting people in the face stuff. Because he's awesome. Izaak is also a ho bag. He's kinda like Darres and sleeps with anyone he deems hot, but Darres usually seeks SOME form of a relationship. Izaak is more of the "finish up and get out" kinda guy. He works well with the whole "Let's never speak of this again" type.

He doesn't call in three days.

That ass.

But mafias are awesome. And I will put a hit out on anybody who says otherwise (not really.)

Be careful insulting the mafia, though. They will FIND you.

Recently I discovered I have the incredible power to get EMO HAIR. So I cut my hair kinda like Mello's, right? Because we all know Mello kicks ass and I got bored. And so then the wind was all "FWOOF" and swept it all to one side of my face and then I put this hood up and I was wearin' torn jeans and a stripped gray/black shirt and the hood was on a black half-jacket thing and I was all "I'M EMO. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW."

...And then Matt told me I was dumb and made me cry. Fo' realz.

P.S. Doctor Who is hella' tight.

P.P.S. CoMmEnT iF yOu LoVe Me~!

P.P.P.S. Doctor Who is still hella' tight.

Px4.S. David Tennant's hair is love.

Mello

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The Matt to my Mello
The...Kanda to my Tyki...
The Kisame to my Axel
The Freak to my Freakier
The...she draw purdy.
The Naminé to my something or other
The "I'm Just Putting This Here Because I Wanna"
The "I Discuss Elder People With This Person" person

If anyone cares to be put in/taken out of my journal...well, too bad 8D Please complain/whi... ]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19062364/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/19062364/ Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:01:58 PDT
...Well THAT'S not awkward.

Also: Chocolate! With nuts. Everybody's always all up in mah grill goin' "Y U GET CHOCO WIT' NUTS BUT NOT ACTUALLY EAT...DA NUTS?"
Wanna know why? DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?
It's because...I'm...crazy.

MAH DAD buys chocolate with almonds. He DOESN'T buy real people chocolate. I want chocolate but am FAR too lazy to get some myself. SO WHAT DO I DO? I just eat his. And pick out the almonds. Like a racist bitch. I AM GOING TO START A GENOCIDE AGAINST ALMONDS.

-Cough- If I sound unusually INSANE it's because I'd like to state something.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN SEPHIROTH OR CHUCK NORRIS.

No, seriously!

Cos one day P o o f was all "SEPHIROTH DON'T SLEEP." BUT THAT IS A LIE. Because you KNOW WHAT? I have fuckin'...switched muh goddamn days and nights! But, I'm an idiot! I haven't even fully switched! So now, I'm just..not sleeping during the day OR the night! So I'll just PASS out randomly in the middle of the day at like...4. Wake up 3 hours later, shrug, go talk to people. I'm running on like 3 hours of sleep as I type this up. LET ME TELL YOU FOLKS that it is DIFFICULT.

I'm not sure if you guys are AWARE but when you get less sleep, the world gets damned funny. And hella SCARY. The world is terrifying when you're exhausted. You're runnin' around screaming your head off shouting "HOW DO YOU SPELL H!?!?!?"

And you JUST DON'T KNOW. You ACTUALLY believe there's a WAY to spell the letter H. BECAUSE YOU'RE THAT ST00PID. What color is green is also a popular question I ask. BECAUSE I'M THAT...ST00PID.

Having debates at 5 A.M. is fun. I bet that's what Sephy and Chuck do while they're sitting up...waitin'...together.

Me: HOLY SHIT I dunno! That's like the chicken/egg thing!
Matt: NO. That question is easy.
Me: Uwah? PLEASE DO TELL O GREAT ONE.
Matt: OBVIOUSLY the egg came first. The chicken is like..a mutation thing, see. And an ALMOST chicken laid an egg and a CHICKEN chicken hatched from it, Mello. Yeah. Lookit all that logic.
Me: Oh hell. That makes sense You like...just opened my eyes, Matty! IT'S LIKE I CAN SEE THE WORLD CLEARLY FOR THE FIRST TIME. ...I CAN SEE CLEEEEEEARLY NAO THE RAIN HAS GAWN~!

AND LET'S NOT FORGET BISCUITVILLE.

Matt: NO we're not getting it from Biscuitville!
Parkey: Why not?
Matt: BECAUSE THEIR BISCUITS ARE PRETENTIOUS.
Me: ...WHAT?
Matt: DUDE THEY'RE ALL 'WE'RE BISCUITVILLE! OOH OUR BISCUITS ARE SO GOOD!" But they're NOT. They're LIES.
Me: NO WAI.
Matt: YA WAI. DUDE.
Me: Ho damn. I didn't even know biscuits could be pretentious.
Matt: -Mutters- Fuckin' pretentious biscuits...

BLASTING TEARS FOR FEARS is another fun thing to do at like..the 2 A.M. era. EH-VRY-BAH-DY WANTS 2 R00L DA WURLD.

WORD.

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The Matt to my Mello
The...Kanda to my Tyki...
The Kisame to my Axel
The Freak to my Freakier

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18943655/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18943655/ Fri, 20 Jun 2008 06:29:54 PDT
BIGGEST COMPLAINT is my instructor guy type unit.

He's like...all up in your face, man. Like seriously. And he talks about NOTHING. He tells you the history of like, every street you've ever been on. He pointed out a toilet to me, once. Then another toilet. And I'm like "SHUT UP OLD MAN I'M TRYING TO DRIVE." Doesn't he realize that? Does he WANT to die? Cos if that's so, it could totally be arranged...

I hate the trick questions. He's all "Which way do you wanna go? Which way's the best?" And you're like...does he want the EASIEST way or does he want you to take the FASTEST way or...and he'll ask you like "Have you turned enough??" when you turn and you're like "Uh uh uh SWERVE!" cos you THINK you did but just him ASKING that puts doubt in your mind. So then you jerk the wheel and nearly die. Because of the way he babbles, I can never tell if he's like just blathering on or if I'm actually supposed to LISTEN. So I just choose to not listen. Ever.

But the questions just get so bad sometimes you...ugh.

"WHAT COLOR IS PURPLE?"
"BLUE, SIR! -SWERVE!-"

Some questions that ACTUALLY occured:

"What're we gonna do if it rains?"
"...Freak out."

Answer: WRONG

"Now, why were those people beside us staring?"
"...Because...we're too cool...?"

Answer: WRONG

"Are you ready to drive?"
"No."

Answer: WRONG

Does...does he want the HONEST answer or the one he wants to hear? I just don't know, man. I'm partnered with like..this guy. He's cool though. We tight. 'Cept I always make him drive first...we left the school, and drove around in the middle of nowhere for a bit, then went to this gas station. All of a sudden he was all "OKAY EVERYONE SWITCH" and I was all "WHAT?" Cos we were in the middle of fucking nowhere and there was a lot more traffic there. I was distraught. Also, I did something stupid that almost got me wacked.

I completely forgot to adjust the mirrors.

We was drivin' down Highway 55 at a cool faster than I would have liked, and he was all "check your mirrors" and I was like "FUCK" cos I had forgotten to adjust those and I couldn't see shit. So I was like sitting straight up and trying to see and I was all "Yeah, yeah...uh, car...yeah." and casually adjusted it when he wasn't really looking. The side mirrors were just DOOMED though. They were gonna STAY unlookatable.

I have that whole swerve weave dodge thing going on, though. I just can't TURN. I always like...turn too much or too little and end up just completely fucked. Only on right turns, though.

More on bad questions: You're stopped at a stop sign, and you need to make a turn. This car is coming down the road at you. What do you do? According him, you're supposed to just chance it and turn. I'll like...WAIT and he's all "Could you have made that?" And I'm like...uhhhhhhhhhh maybe. I dunno. WHY YOU ASKIN' ME!?" and he's all "You coulda made that" So then I was all... "Uh." Then we get to another stop sign and there's this car comin' pretty fast but it's way down the road and so I'm all "Well, whatevz." and start going and he's all "WHOA where you goin'??" And I'm all "YOU SAID I COULDA MADE IT."

Mixed. Messages. Seriously.

Anyway, only two more days and I'm DONE with it. I swear. It's ridiculous. Driving is fun...except when you're actually on the road.

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The Matt to my Mello
The...Kanda to my Tyki...
The Kisame to my Axel
The Freak to my Freakier

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18685469/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18685469/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 18:40:35 PDT
I mean it's like...I love these people. Really, I do. Mostly. But sometimes...they just...I can't take it no mo'. They aggravate me, and I usually wind up feeling like shit. Don't you think you shouldn't try and be friends with someone like that? It's just...Well, for one thing...

I
FUCKING
HATE
BEING
IGNORED.

There's this guy I talk to. He's awesome. I love him. Really. He's fun to talk to, and interesting and kinda...strange...but still cool. EXCEPT when he's unhappy. Which is, of course, 85% of the time. I kid you not. His neutral expression is NOT one of happiness. The man is like the pinnacle of DEPRESSION. Jeeeeez he makes Cloud seem like a goddamn 5-year-old on Christmas morning.

For starters: He has this sleeping issue. I'm serious. He sleeps...way too much. Like an unhealthy level. I'm sure if left alone in a coffin he could pass out for 30 years easy. Every morning I meet mah gang, and we hang out, and talk, and laugh, and me and my BFFL and my two other friends will be having an intent discussion on whatever RANDOM thing is brought up, and we turn all shining eyes and beaming smiles to get this boy's input, and...

He's fucking asleep.

Do you have any idea, ANY IDEA, how irritating it is to have someone FALL ASLEEP while you're TALKING to them? I mean we're sitting there TRYING to get him to participate. And we're the most SPONTANEOUS people ever. I find it hard to believe that there is NO topic we discuss that fails to interest him. So the question is, if he's just gonna sleep:

Why the hell does he sit with us?

And he just looks SO sad. Like a kicked, wet puppy. Seriously. Just LOOKING at the man depresses me HORRIBLY. I don't like being depressed. Seriously.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT...Sorta.

First, it's annoying when people sleep when you're talking. But it's even MORE annoying when they LEAVE when you're talking. It's like "Uhh, hey? Hello? I was in the middle of TALKING to you." I mean what the HELL. That's not even just rude. That's BEYOND rude to just something else. ESPECIALLY when they don't even respond when they ARE there. I have to stop and ask myself like 15 times "Wait, why am I talking to you again?" That's not good. They're off talking up a goddamn TYPHOON with EVERYBODY but you, and OCCASIONALLY they throw a few words your way. Though it's mostly just to shut you up.

When people do that...I feel upset, hurt, insulted, depressed, angry, worthless, stupid, boring, weird, and just plain SHITTY.

Also: I seem to have a nasty habit of befriending people I have nothing in common with. Like this one guyyy…our conversations consist of this:
Him: “HALP!”
Me: “What.”
Him: -Says something stupid I obviously have no interest in-
Me: “Mm.”
At this point, one of us leaves.

A’IGHT NOW WHAT THE HELL, MAN. Why even initiate the goddamn conversation in the first place? He doesn’t like anything I like…he even DISLIKES it. Seriously. So I’m like “Dude. We gotta stop. We’re not compatible.”

And we aren’t.

So: Why the fuck talk to them? I must be a goddamn masochist. I can't friggin' stop. So I decided to cut it. And just...stop. Just quit. Leave. Walk away. Cut off ties with them, pretend they don't exist. That they never existed. That they didn't used to be your friends.

Hey, I’ve done it before.

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The Matt to my Mello
The...Kanda to my Tyki...
The Hojo to my...Me (Not like she cares)
The Kisame to my Axel
The Freak to my Freakier

]]> ~Mello438 http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18647843/ http://Mello438.deviantart.com/journal/18647843/ Tue, 03 Jun 2008 15:41:19 PDT
It's me. I'm back. With that new fresh taste, and same grrrrrreat failure. Now with more anger, sarcasm, angst, and hate than ever before! RRRRRRRRRROCK IT!

Ummm I dunno what I'm talking about anymore.

So, I kinda quit dA. You know I don't know why, but...somewhere along the line...So I'm startin' over FRESH. Not to mention I kinda have a new style (More Disney/Pixar/Whatever-esque, inspired by such lovely artists as and ) Soooo now I'll be postin' that stuff! Yay! And it'll mostly be my OCs, because that's what everyone wants to see! Yay! -Blatant lie!-

You know how I do.

Peace out
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The Matt to my Mello
The...Kanda to my Tyki...
The Hojo to my...Me
The Kisame to my Axel
The Freak to my Freakier

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