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Holy balls.
I have a LiveJournal, I keep forgetting.
Well then. I'm posting this as a reminder to myself to update this dusty old thing.
*cough*
HAYLOOKWHATIDREW.
Don't you love him? I know I do!
That is all.
dirtyNo you didn't. Who the hell reads this, anyway.
Christmas sucked. Baby rats were killed by their mother who died not long after. We're officially so broke we have to move and our house is for sale. We'll be moving to basically an identical house two houses down the street from this one, probably to slip back into debt once we're settled. Doctor won't give me anti-depressants because she's apparently convinced they'll make me kill myself. I finally hit level 70 on WoW. I successfully made a fursuit head. I hate dogs. I wish we had food. I'm sick more than ever. My vision has been rapidly declining completely without explaination. I'm losing weight. I'm losing my mind...
Life is good.
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
discontentLooks like I've fallen behind on my journal once again.
Now, I haven't been so much busy as just... A stressed, Agoraphobic recluse. I have a lot of things I could write about, like the two feet of snow that got dumped on us last night, or my rat's adorable little babies, or the money pinch we're in, and many other fascinating things. But until I feel more like writing, please enjoy the file I found on my computer of commands I wrote down from when I was in cadets.
-ALL COMMANDS ARE TO BE DONE AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE. ANTICIPATING THE COMMAND IS FROWNED UPON.
-When switching leg positions, ALWAYS move the left leg, never the right.
-If ill during a parade, go down on one knee and bow head, holding cap to chest if wearing one, if not, hold fist over chest.
-If wearing cap while passing Canadian flag, stop, stand at attention, and salute before moving on. If not, stand at attention, then move on.
-When addressing someone, stand at attention, salute, and say "Sir!" (if male) or "Ma'am!" (if female). Stand at attention and wait to be assisted.
-When in line, make sure to be an arms length from the cadet to your right.|
-Always keep chin up, and eyes up front.
-Before making a statement or request during a parade, stomp down left foot, and place out left forearm. Left hand must be fisted. Right hand to remain in position.
-A salute is to bring up right arm, hand flat and straight, inside of index finger against or in front of brow.
Commands:
Attention = (If coming in, lift up left leg, stomp down.) Heels together, toes facing away from eachother slightly. Bringing fist to seam in pants, thumbs straight, palms facing legs. Shoulders back.
At Ease = From attention, bring out left leg, stomp down (bringing the legs apart). Hands slip around to behind back. Palms facing out, middle fingers touching and thumbs hooked. Arms straight as possible. Shoulders back.
Easy = From At Ease, bring fist to seam in pants, thumbs straight, palms facing legs. Shoulders back. After three seconds, feel free do move on the spot as necessary. When not moving, remain At Ease.
Left = Pivot on right foot to the left, lift up right leg, stomp down.
Right = Pivot on left foot to the right, lift up left leg, stomp down.
Squad (addressed before command) = The group as a whole will do the command.
(Surname) only (addressed before command) = Only the cadet addressed will do the command.
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
stressed
Yeesh! Rude enough? I'm quite happy with my belly THANKYOU VERY MUCH.
Didn't ask for your Goddamn opinion, now did I?
... Bah, I just realized I don't actually have anything to say.
Perhaps I'll just be a stereotypical artist and post some of my sketches that I scanned at various points in time to show to people who've asked.
Yeah, that should give you your Mousie fix.
Here's a stupidly oversized and unfinished picture of my character Ardis "Peanuts" Manchester. A peaceful red-ruffed lemur with a love of science and chemistry which, due to an unfortunate series of events, landed her work as a drug chef. She has a lot of dental/oral issues...
Tommy. He's just a punk asshole that nobody can stand because he's just so charming. Spotted hyena. (Durr.)
Tattoo concept. No stealing, bitches. : /
Roger and Klaus from American Dad! in my style. Roger needs work and Klaus looks like Nemo. >>
I wanted to draw his metal teeth... NO REFERENCE HA.
That's right; I pwn that hard.
(Read: Watches the History Channel too much.)
... I think that's enough nightmare fuel for now.
So...
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
aggravatedSee that last post?
Something barfed on my LiveJournal because of it and won't let me edit any of my posts.
Fantastic. Thanks a lot, Himmler. > /
... HIMMLER!?
Well let me go get a bouquet of daisies and a paper bag for hyperventilating into in case I see blood!
Himmler, though? Geeeeze...
I'm sorry. I know he was monstrous little bastard and that description is fairly accurate of me, but have you seen pictures of that guy? It's kinda hard to take a man seriously when he's perpetually sticking out his hip, posing with flowers and hell, I bet he had a limp-wristed salute. : /
Here, allow me to elaborate.
Third from the left. You can't tell me that's not a rediculously fruity pose. Wtf.
(Sorry about the watermark.)
But um... Wow. To be fair, I can't tell if he's stroking his face or poking him in the eye.
Words do not describe.
*sigh* Well. I guess not all psychotic genocidal maniacs are the epitome of masculinity.
Also, that's a great sentence.
"It's a shame you can't publish a sentence. I'm convinced it'd be a bestseller!" ~Seth Green as James St. James, Party Monster (2003)
Anyway, I'll see if I can fix that little posting problem and try to edit those quiz results into this post...
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
blankSo, I look a bit different now, as quite a bit has happened since the last time I posted.
That's me at Cassi's birthday last Saturday.
That's cool, nig's, you know am jus' pullin' yer chain.
Seriously, though? I shaved off my mohawk for Air Cadets, and I'm no longer in school.
Ja.
That about sums up the last couple of weeks; I'm pissy, useless, and I look like G.I. Jane.
Also, I've had several trips to Victoria, so my Hellboy collection is starting to take shape... Speaking of which, the seller on eBay that I bought those action figures from CANCELLED HER ACCOUNT. I knew it was too good to be true... But I'm keeping my hopes up.
Sister dropped off her fiance's brother's anole, so now I have another lizard. *shrug*
Doesn't have a name and hasn't been sexed. I've just been calling it "Little Lizard". Original, right?
What else... I've recently been obsessed with Father of the Pride. And basically anything to do with Siegfried & Roy. Why? I dunno. They're German, I guess.
On that note, here's a totally appropriate picture of me with a Hitler 'stache.
(The military dress, Iron Cross, and horrible dark circles under my eyes were merely coinidential.)
The last picture of me with hair, too. Yes, it's a mohawk. You can part mohawks down the center to make a really bad undercut. :P
Another thing: We found this ADORABLE little German resturant in Victoria. Polka music, waitdresses in dirndls, steins on the walls, and all the thick, fatty schnitzel you could possibly eat. I want to work there.
ANYWAY. I'll try to keep this updated a little better.
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
crankyA'ight.
I should really update this thing every day, otherwise I have too much shit to type out for one entry.
Anyway, the other day mom woke up feeling much the same way I did as described in that last entry, only far, far worse. She was vomiting and slipping in and out of consciousness, and dad was pretty quick to call an ambulence. She was at the hospital from around nine AM to four PM. Dad returned home with her covered in bruises from where they'd tried to get blood from her apparently very stubborn veins. Good God.
The next day she was out of her fucking mind. Didn't know who she was talking to, blacking out randomly, forgetting everything... So bizarre. They don't really know what was wrong, either. She's okay now, though.
Both me and my mother have a long and complicated history of stomach issues that our doctors have never been able to diagnose. All they've ever done is blamed medicine and prescribe some new pricey pills that we don't need. Oh well. As long as I have my Pepto-Bismol, I'm good.
In other news, me and Molly went to Victoria yesterday. That was fun.
We walked around in the scorching heat and visited alot of awesome stores. Among them was Aces and Spades; a store busting with all things punk and awesome. Plaid, spikes, and immature catch-phrases all 'round. (Oh, that reminds me. Since when has the Iron Cross been adopted into the biker/punky community? It was a German military reward, fer Gods sake. I'm guessing they use in it replacement of a swastika, as it's not consitered offensive... Psh, I'm one to talk. I never take mine off.)
Also, a store called Nightmares, which is underground; you have to walk down a stairwell to get there. Inside it's like one of those cheesey spook houses around Halloween. It's pitch black save for lights in the display cases and the occasional black light, and it sells primarily really high-quality Halloween masks, props, prosthetics, an' all 'round awesome shit.
One of the guys there informed us of some things they normally had going, like a guy in costume walking around the streets uptop scaring children, and a corny horror movie playing against one wall, but alot of stuff was currently down as the store above them was renovating and they, too, were moving stuff around. There was ominous music playing, and screams and thumps coming from some of the back rooms. Man, that place ruled. We didn't buy anything, 'cause everything in there was well over thirty bucks, and while they had things we could use for our Halloween costumes, we'd decided it'd be better to wait until their selection was better, closer to Halloween.
We stopped at a nasty pizza place, too, but that hardly deserves a mention.
Be breifly walked around the mall for whatever reason, saw some cool shit on the streets; including a Barbie car and a statue of Anubis outside of a store selling hookas.
(Holy shit I look like a dumbass. xD)
And the best stop of the day: the comic book store.
Now, this may come as a shock to some, but I'd never been to a comic book store before yesterday. I know, wtf. How lame. I had NO idea what I was missing holy shit.
lethargicOkay, so, due to my current loneliness and general blue feeling lately, I headed on over to Molly's place yesterday to just hang out. (They picked me up early, I was still in the fucking shower when they arrived! D<)
Anyway, we were chilling for a while, surfin' the net, watchin' movies and whatnot, and somewhere along the line I started to get a really fucking horrible headache. Wasn't too bad at first, I could at least ignore it, but it got worse and worse. During "Pokemon 4ever", I asked if she had anything I could take for it, so she gave me two Extra-Strength Advil. I downed those and tried to pay attention to the movie, but suddenly, over the course of two minutes or so, it got really, really, really bad.
Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong. I felt nausous, completely lost my Equilibrium, my vision blurred, I got the worst migraine I've ever had, I started shaking...
Molly paniced (as I was screaming and crying and hyperventalating), unsure of what to do, and called my parents. (Keep in mind this was at four in the morning.) Dad rushed over, picked me up, and drove me home.
I stumbled into the bathroom, started up a hot shower, and turned off the light.
So I layed there until the worst of it wore out, and went straight to bed, completely exausted by my episode.
I still don't know what the fuck it was.
Also, not long after that last entry, another one of Angel's puppies died randomly. A big female, plump with milk.
*sigh* Lame last few days.
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
depressed
thoughtful
uncomfortable
crazy
tiredHelp me figure out what this song is.
It'll be muchly appreciated.
I've written down the lyrics that I can hear (if it continues and I don't understand what's being said, it'll end with "... (?)")
We'll keep on moving... (?)
we'll kiss the sky
the rhythm will take us high
well
we will live to... (?)
don't ask me why
yeah
Now, I heard this song in a Dosky flash, so you know it's going to be fucking rediculous. Brace yourself.
(SFW)
WHAT THE HELL IS IT OMFG!?
I want it, and so do my friends.
It's so catchy omfg.
...
Omfg.
In other news, I just bought Scary Movie one and two, Hell Boy, and rented Rocky III, IV, and Balboa, so I'm gunna be a busy little bee for the next little while. Watching movies.
'Cause it's such a chore.
Also, I'm doing a meme that's taking a thousand million years.
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
hotAlright, just made this LJ account blahblahgenericwhatever.
Let's get this started right off the bat.
What the FUCK is going on with all the feet!?
Not sure how globally spread this is, but on the Gulf Islands, fucking human feet keep washing up on the shores.
Yeah. HUMAN FEET.
There've been five so far, all wearing socks and sneakers.
Blah blah, really gross, bizarre, etc.
But earlier when I went upstairs to get dinner, mom struck up this conversation.
(S'not word for word, but whatever.)
"Hey, Stacey! They found another foot!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, only this time it was in SWEDEN!"
"... wut"
"I know! It's a cry for help from the afterliiife! I mean, wtf? How long are dead things suppose to last in the water?"
"Maximum of a few days. Sealife eat it up pretty fast."
"Exactly! What are the freakin' odds?"
WHAT. THE. MUCKING. FUCKIN'S.
What the fuck is going on?
Oh, also, they found a dog's foot, too. But no one gives a shit.
Dad's not taking it seriously at all, he's made all the Frankenstein and Dr. Moreau jokes you could possibly think of.
Fuckin' sick, man.
In other news...
My Birthday's coming up and I have no idea what to do.
I need to buy my friend a gift for her Birthday.
I feel good today, for once.
And I finally blocked that furvert that's been stalking me. (No idea why I waited so long.)
That is all.
Auf Wiedersehen.
worried
