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Yeah, I dunno...I think I am obsessed with "Mars Attacks". Hey, It is better than "EEEEeeeeeee!!!" so leave me alone.

I Think I have sunk headfirst into depression. Losing job, among other things...you know how it goes. Plus, I am getting fat...er, well, I was already fat, but being jobless isn't helping, and neither is being depressed. Okay, okay, I wasn't really FAT, and I am still not morbidly obese, but I have crossed my personal "It's okay if you are chubby" threshold. I gotta get a grip on things again.

To those of you who I haven't seen or talked to for a while...yeah, I have been a hermit and all that. I am going to try to make a change, and get out more often.

Fanboy, I love you. I have been using you as an excuse to not leave the house..."I have a man, why do I need to be out flitting about town?"...but this is unhealthy. I am going to try to get busy living again.

So there we were, sitting in the living room last night, Me, Kat, and Nick. We heard someone drive up in the driveway next door, and get out. (ugh those people are there again. ICK) And then, all of a sudden, Some Stranger comes bursting into our house! We are all sitting there like idiots, mouths gaping, and this asswipe starts bellowing at...someone..."ARE YOU IN YOUR ROOM?!" And all this time, the stranger is inexplicably glaring at us. WTF? We are thinking, and just when I was about to screaming bloody murder, a voice calls out," YEAH!!" Oh geez. The Beast knows this stranger. Well, that can't be good. Humph. What the hell is he thinking, bursting into the house where no one knows who the fuck he is? Obviously, that Oompa Loompa told him to just come on in. So, we reason, perhaps He isn't to blame for his being an asshat. Yeah, It seems pretty certain that she told him to just come in.

Now, there is a problem with people just walking in our house. The standard operating procedure is for people that are _expected_ to just come in, ie. during a party, or movie night. See also, anyone who calls and tells us they are coming. That's all cool. Standard Op part two: If you know us real well, and/or we have told you to do so, then you should just knock a couple times,(so we know that someone is entering-just in case!) and come on in. BUT...If we have no idea who the fuck you are, you have to be announced or let in! Jesus, I thought that this was pretty standard Op, Most everyone I know goes by these, Even if it's not stated.

I cannot handle strange people walking up into my house. (and Kat hates it too) I am too paranoid/neurotic to handle that kind of shit. I have had one too many horrible situations in my life...I can't take surprises like that very well. I might hit a stranger over the head with a frying pan. If I don't know you, and you come in my house, that is a very real danger. I like cast iron pans... Any way...

So, Of course the offending parties leave the house. We go out for drinks. We all decide we aren't going to let this slide, or happen again. So, we're going to put a NICE note on her door. (You need to have your guests knock, let them in yourself, or announce them before they just come walking in the house.) Not bad, just direct, and to the point. Of course, we did spend the majority of the night bitching and moaning about it amoungst ourselves.

So, we get home, all drunk, having had one too many tasty martinis; and we are bitching about it again, after putting the note up. Neither me or Kat is going to be able to sleep until we pass out or take a sedative. We bitch. Loudly. Gypsy comes home, we are still bitching. Loudly, and to him. Then the beast comes out, and starts her shrieking. She says that he knocked like 5 times before she told him (on the phone) to just come in. LIAR! All three of us heard his car door close outside, but not him knocking? Bullshit. Guybrush would have heard him if we didn't anyhow. She's a big fat fucking liar...just so you all know. Anyhow...we got out main point across, after like a half hour of Kat and her screaming at each other, and me occaisonally chiming in. I don't think that following our standard op is really too much to ask!

Heh...someone offered to kill the bubble gut for me last night. Lovely, but I don't want her dead...well, not on purpose anyhow. If she were to die of NATURAL causes, well, I wouldn't lose much sleep. But I refuse to go to prison for having anything to go with her murder!! Christ. The sad part is, this isnt the first time someone has offered to knock her off... it's still not happening. Not on my dime! I want no part of that.

This post is extra extra "EEEEEEEE!!!!"


Yeah... So, People that know me probably already know something about the situation, but, A while back I found out that my Dad needed a liver transplant. His liver had been tore all to hell by all the medicines he was taking to keep from having Crohn's disease recurrances. Yeah...steroids screw up stuff, as does a lot of other meds. Anyway...he hadn't been doing to well for a long time. He, as a computer programmer (see also: computer genius) Could no longer figure out how to check his email.

News Flash: Sunday morning at 2AM he was called to Kansas City for a liver!!!!!! He got the operation, and it was successful, and I am told that he is doing much much better already. I really had not expected it to happen. I was prepared to bury my dad in a matter of months...But thanks to someone allowing thier organs to be donated, I should be able to keep my Dad for quite a while longer.

YAY!!! for Organ Donors!!!!

RAVEN - Your daemon may be a member of the crow
family. You are intelligent, observant, and
gregarious. Just as a crow or raven picks shiny
objects out of the dirt, you pick up tidbits of
information or ideas and store them away. You
have a good sense of humour, but sometimes lose
patience with people who are antipathic to your
nature. You are swift to alert others when you
find the truth, and you have no tolerance for
those who would hide it.


What Is Your Daemon?
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Yeah. That question. What I said before. God. I am tired, exhausted, depressed and all that crap. I am ready to give in and take some pills. And I am willing to pay for them...as long as they aren't too expensive. Maybe I should start smoking pot. All my pothead friends seem to be really relaxed and chill...nothing really bothers them much. My mom is driving me crazy. I wish I could hang out somewhere else, but my new favorite friend is out of town, and my hideout...I can't go there alone right now. I don't have the energy to do much of anything, let alone try to entertain myself. I SHOULD go to Kirby's and see the Hillside house's band play...if I could just get motivated.

Help. I need drugs. Legal ones.

Ever won a contest you weren't trying to compete in? What a strange day Wednesday was. Went to Kirby's. I inadvertently pissed off the female roomate. We were at Kirby's when some guy started talking to us. He was flirty, and She decided that she would be flirty too...you know, the "I'll take you home and screw you" type of flirty. He at some point decided he wasn't interested in her, just in me. Sure, he's alright looking, but...I am not really interested. So, I won this guy that I wasn't really even trying to get. That was wierd. I kind of felt bad, since she was soooo obviously pissed. Oh well.

Also, on Thursday...my mom went a bit psycho. Dad left her on Monday, and she's pissed off. She apparently decided that waving a gun around and threatening to shoot people was a good idea. Lucky for her, my dad's mom isn't the bitch my mom thinks she is. Good ol' Grandma talked my dad out of having her arrested. Drama drama drama. My mom really is being a complete C-U Next Tuesday about the whole thing. Fortunately, I don't think she would ACTUALLY hurt someone on purpose...I hope.

Got loads of stuff to do...see ya later, alligator!

The party mentioned previously will be Friday Dec. 9th! There we go, it's final, official and set and all!

Party @ the Squirrel house
Friday December 9th
Starting around 10 pm

This time around we are doing a little fetish style, so all sorts of erotic or fetish attire is encouraged. Surprise us. If you freaks wanna bring your whips and chains, feel free to do so. As I said before, this is also Czar's birthday party...that we aren't saying is his B-day party because he's a silly boy. If anyone actually needs directions, give somebody a ring.

Brian- 371-7186; Val- 371-7830

One of the roommates, the only other chick in the house, has decided that we are going to have a goth christmas. Complete with goth style tree and stockings for the mantle. Oh dear god, this chick couldn't be less of an actual goth if she tried. Mind you, I am not usually one to be uber-goth and gother-than-thou...but she is really driving me to it. Her ignorance is obviously very blissful. Really though, the idea is entertaining. I can't help but smirk when thinking of it. Ho ho ho, merry goth-mas! So, if any of you close friends wanna stop by and satiate your morbid curiosity, feel free.

By the way...there is a party in the works for sometime in December. It officially not supposed to be for Czar's b-day. (but it is.) He's a strange one, that one. More on party plans as soon as I have more info!

So, On my b-day I saw my parents for a little bit. We had dinner and all that. I got the best news I have had in quite a long time. My Dad's transplant rating was raised. He is now a 15, which means that they are now actively looking for a liver for him. He was a 12, and they weren't doing anything. It was quite distressing. All this is more good news than bad news, But...The fact that his rating is higher also means he is doing worse. His mind is still very foggy, and there are times when he makes little sense. That's all pretty upsetting. He could still die waiting on the list.

I spent most of Friday out at my parents' house. Being out there is exhausting. I came home and did pretty much nothing. Friday put me into a funk that nearly sent me into hermitage. Seeing as I really have to go out there every weekend, It's a recurring problem. So if anyone is really wondering, that's why I fell off the face of the earth Saturday.

Hmm...First off, How is it that I act? This is really going to bother me. I really hope I don't act like Rebekah. I was just grouped in with her, as if there is something as wrong with my personality as there might be hers. WTF? I really wish people would explain themselves when they insult(?) you. Little jabs like that are not constructive criticism. Hell, it may not even have been an insult, but What do I know? That's how I took it, simply because my name was used in conjunction with one whom right now, at this very moment, is annoying me. Clarification would be lovely.

I haven't posted in forever. But, that just goes to show ya how boring my life really is. Haha! No, actually, I spent a lot of time with my dad while he was in the hospital. He's out now and doing much better. For my birthday, I want a liver. Really, that and booze are pretty much all I can think of to want. I also want people to come out and Party with me on Thursday at CLUB TABU!! Subculture night on thursday features 241 beer and wells...it's cheap. No cover. There are no excuses! Yeah...so, that's really all I have to say for now. Later!

I sometimes say that this day or that day is the worst day I have ever had. And, I think, I am usually about true and accurate about that...at least until an even worse day comes along.
Yesterday I said that I was having a pretty bad effin day. Today, I think, tops that. Yesterday, as some of you might already know, I was having a bad day and thought I was getting sick. What people might not know is that I was told about what happened with my dad's doctor in KC. The doctor told my parents that my dad has 6 months to 1 year left, unless he can get a live liver donor. For all of us lay people, that involves a pretty radical new transplantation technique. That's all fine and good...but we haven't anyone who could be a donor. What a crappy day that was.

Fast forward to today: I _am_ sick. Really darn sick. I hate being sick. I just got a call from my grandma. She is telling me that my aunt Gayla is going to call me in a day or two. Gayla is in the medical field. Gayla is going to tell me that my dad could actually die tomorrow...it really is more serious than the doctors are letting on. Liver failure brings all sorts of additional complications, including that he will go crazy from all the toxins in his blood. He's already a little off because of that. It will eventually get so bad that he won't come out of it. The toxins could make him have a heart attack, etc, etc. That's nice.

So what they're telling me is, that any day now, the one person in the whole world who understands me and can tell me about stuff is going to leave? I promptly went outside and gave the gods a piece of my mind. Have you ever screamed, cursed and cried until you vomited? It's pretty, lemme tell ya.

Friday: More machine than man at Joe C Wells

saturday: outing with friends out to BFE, if you are interested in going to BFE and don't already know about this, just ask somebody.

I hate my job. I need to call someone back about another one.
Watching the family guy, see ya around...

I have had a realization. I am a comment whore. Ha!

Somebody shut me up. I should really lay off the ranting about the roomate. Anyway... Ever wonder if you actually have anything interesting enough to write in a livejournal? Or, ever ponder about the fact that the most interesting and sordid details have to be left out? I took forever getting one of these things simply because I (a) didn't think anyone _really_ would want to read my common internal dialog, and (b) because I knew I wouldn't want to write about just anything and everything, lest people start thinking I am psycho. (which I very well may be!) Yeah. I worry too much. Some things, perhaps, are just better left unsaid, no?

There is absolutely nothing of interest to write today. Okay...I am lying. There's plenty to write about, but I am too private and hermit-like to post it here. I took the postal exam recently. Hope I didn't fail as miserably as I think I did. Getting that sort of job would be the kind of break I really need...I've had a shitty, er, last few years. Financially speaking, anyhow. Looking forward to the weekend, it should be interesting. Voodoo organist Friday at Kirby's, in case anyone forgot. I should be there, with bells on! Yeah. I am feeling like a total dork today.

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Marius		92%
Armand		83%
Lestat		75%
Dracula		75%
Deacon Frost		75%
Blade		67%
Spike		67%
Akasha		50%
Louis		50%
Angel		33%

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Just so people don't wonder...

I started adding as friends anyone whose LJ I read on a (semi) regular basis. I also didn't want make links for all of them in favorites on the computer. Yes, I may be a bit paranoid; but I figure that I would rather err on the side of protecting peoples' privacy. Paranoid. Heh he. I have been having some privacy issues of my own. Free roommate anyone? Apply now, and I will even throw in a cat at no extra charge!

On that note...has anyone ever said," What's a matter, ya in a bad mood?" when it must be painfully obvious that you ARE, in fact, PISSED? You'd think that Mr. or Ms. Obvious would be smart enough to just stay the hell away and shut up. But no, they never are that smart are they? Even after you attempt (and fail miserably) to nicely inform them that yes, you are pissed, and why, they still try to be "helpful" and talk to you. It should be pretty apparent that you really just want the person to fuck off, get bent, and suck it...because they are the reason (or the main one, anyhow) that you are pissed. GROWWL.

And today actually started off okay...Go figure, I thought it might be a good day because I saw a funny Chicken of the Sea commercial on my way out the door. Anyone see the Hot chick with a huge pot belly Chicken of the Sea commercial? It's pretty amusing, or at least it was at the time.

Screw it, anything interesting going on tonight??

I really wish people would mind their own damn business. Well meaning suggestions are welcome...but fucking lay OFF already!

So, since most of the best spots in NOLA are in one piece...
And since NOLA gets most of it's revenue from Tourism...
I am still planning on going. (provided I have the funds!)
Convergence...in New Orleans. God I miss that place. I hope it's mostly put back together by April.