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hey! i just recently put a few my chem merch items up for sale on e-bay.  i'm selling the original first edition I Am A Monster shirt that was sold when skeleton crew first started, it's a size large and in great condition. starting bid is $10 and shipping is $4.95 USPS priority mail. If you're interested, that item is located here.  I'm also selling a my chem 'revenge' hoodie, with 'n.j. murder scene' and two guns on the back that is in great condition. starting bid and shipping are the same. that item is here if you're interested!  also just added this my chem messenger bag here,  it's a cupid shooting arrows at a blindfolded woman in a white dress. starting bid is $8 and shipping is the same as above!

x-posted around a little bit, so sorry if this shows up a lot for you!s

ALSO SELLING:

Marilyn Manson Band Shirt with Lyrics on back starting at $5 with 4.95 shipping.
The Used Band Shirt like new, beautiful artwork. starting at $5 with 4.95 shipping.
Aveda Reusable Canvas tote bag used once, released for the 2007 earth month campaign.  starting at $20 with 4.95 shipping

Heeey, Live Journal.

I haven't even checked my friends list in probably a month or two. sorry if i missed anything important.

But - I'm here now, if anybody's interested.

( drunk and depressing )
more is coming.

i just planned out my credits for college. i need 60 of them. i have 3 haha. soon to be 9. but. here it is. in it's entirety - my college future.

( cut because it's like. a lot . )

So, okay, I started reading twilight forever ago and couldn't get into it, right? I told my mom not to bother, that the writing was dry and make-believe and full of wordiness. She read it, and in like, a week has managed to read the entire series and is in love with it, and pretty much yelled at me for saying it was so bad!!! So, I picked up the first book again and started again, trying to make sense of the hype, and i see the casual errors that i usually see in fan-fic. Granted, a decent fic considering Harry Potter fics can be pretty epically shitty sometimes. first. dense AND opaque. x and x. one will do. besides, dense and opaque confuses me why use both? also, semi-colon happy. i mean i know this went through an editor, but to me it seems like they're wrong? i don't know. also. she'll write a long sentence and then a two word one. blahblahblah. figures. blahblahblah. I don't like it. also, un-researched. an old truck gets good gas milage, look your shit up woman. first, she sits next to edward cullen in algebra, and then later in the chapter she sits next to him in biology. her crutch word in this chapter is clearly bogus. i dodn't know you could say bogus that many times.

so far, as equally un-impressed as i've always been with the whole thing.

September 11, the Iraq invasion, when we hanged Hussein,  Mumbai, and the day Obama won the election.

Nobody in our generation should forget those days.

day two:

my grandma was making meatloaf for dinner, and i was all "oh shit" thinking i was going to eat like. nothing for dinner haha. and then my dad showed up to take me to the movie and dinner at the new mexican place and then i was like oh shit, there's nothing on this menu i can eat because it's all got meat in it and then i just ordered a burrito w/ beans and it was fucking delicious. i think that the hardest thing for me will bedinner because my grandma always cooks some sort of meat for dinner. i feel great, though. i dunno what my deal is. well, about not eating meat even if i have to not eat sometimes because it's the right thing to do.
i think i'm turning into a hippie and i'm concerned. i don't smoke near enough pot anymore to be one. somebody fix that. actually, somebody legalize marijuna so it's cheaper. don't even get me STARTED on the wonders pot could do for our economy (jobs, taxes, it can make paper, it's a plant, blahblahblah, hemp does everything.) i could smoke pot more if it didn't cost me $50 a pop. speaking of, next pay check is going to A; cell phone B: new pipe C: pot. mhm.

my article comes out tomorrow and i'm really excited for people to read it! yay!

also, mowgli. bronx mowgli wentz. Pete wanted to name the baby after he saw it. What, did he see it and think boy being raised in the jungle?

my "it's complicated" boy had his friend do a like cosmic reading on me, becuase he's super into astrology and whatnot. my birthplace, time, and date got all this.

I'm caring and disciplinied.
I love to be loved.
I may go out of my way to avoid discomforting situations, or push unpleasant tasks onto others.
Probably concerned with how I look.
Feels lonely alot, which is part of that desire for affection.
I'm excitable, and would enjoy spontaneous and unusual things rather than the same routine


I'm intrigued.

mostly because i think a lot of this is true. interesting. There's more coming, too, and he decided to do a compatibality reading between me and "complicated" boy. weird. awkward.

EDIT: not only likes mystery in others, but is herself a mystery.  her rational mind (Mercury) may be influenced by feelings/intuition more than most. but talking to others about such things that could be as strong as a psychic sense might cause issues.

compatibality thing says:

first thing I read is about difficutly living together or being married, though not impossible
hmm, it suggests that with that position it's a good idea to get to know each other gradually

Myspace or Facebook or Photoshop when i'm at the newspaper. it's not like any of us do that much work.

and at the daycare? what time to be bored? are you kidding? when the kids are bored we go run around the block or walk down to the railroad tracks and see the train or finger paint or color or make something out of pipe cleaners or......

thefridayfive  : it's tuesday morning.  No sleep tonight, but I'm not too worried about that. it's 40 degrees outside and is going to be a beautiful day.

1. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
i wanted to be a teacher, i also wanted to be a giraffe.

2. What is your proudest accomplishment so far
when my first article was published.

3. What is your dream job?
i'm not sure yet. we're working on that. i used to say journalism, but now that i'm doing it, it's up for negotation. maybe a different aspect of it.

4. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
we'll see how that turns out. i want a baby. i want to get married. i want a steady well paying job in journalism.

5. What does it take to make you happy?

I'm trying to understand what it is with Chicago and Pabst Blue Ribbon? ick. i dunno though, i drink a lot of busch and natural ice because it's like 12 for 24 cans. i'd prefer to have coors and everybody loves coors or budweiser.

i also saw a picture of nick scimeca and tom conrad at their senior prom and died a little bit on the inside.

thefridayfive 
What's your favorite holiday ...

1. Song? I like yule shoot your eye out / santa baby / old old old christmas songs / white christmas / carrol of the bells.
2. Movie or TV special? A Christmas Story. You'll shoot your eye out!
3. Memory? I don't think i have a favorite holiday memory. They all sort of blur together.
4. Baked good or desert? Pumpkin Pie.
    
5. Each year, what's the one moment that lets you know it's officially the holiday season? When I start having a shit ton of homework because semester's almost over? When it starts to snow. When we carve pumpkins. When we rake up the leaves from the front lawn. When people start casually asking you what you want for christmas. Family. Hot Chocolate and hiding in my room for days on end.
   (sic)

I've been listening to the AP podcasts and decided that their editor? fucking. Douche. Bag. He's horrible! And intent on giving EMO labels to everyfuckingbody. ugh wtfing christ? Giving somebody a label is not cool. don't talk about what their label is, talk about what they are. I don't like him. I'm sure he's a great journalist, he actually is, but what a fucking douche.

so. i had a two hour phone converstaion with my ex-boyfriend. you know the one. the one that i was stupidly in love with and we broke up and then we hooked up and then we hated each other, and then he told me he always loved me and wanted me to move in with him, and then i said i used to love you but no thank you, and then we hated each other, and then we hooked up, and then he disapeared and moved to fucking Vegas, I thought I was pregnant and luckily I wasn't!

Yep. That one.

We talked for forever, and he was listening to Panic and I was like wtf you hate panic, you used to make me take them off my ipod when we went places. and he was like, this new album is good, and we had a long conversation about how much acid they probably take, and APPARENTLY one of his roommates out there went to high school with Spencer Smith, and said that he was a douche in school. And i said really? I mean, he looked like a hot lesbian before the whole pedofile thing happened. And yeah, apparently total tool in high school. I laughed. A lot. And then i considered going to Vegas to visit him just to meet his friend and stealing high school yearbooks to see the marvelousness that is spencer smith in his lesbian girl phase. Fuck, before that even, lame skater punk phase. It's like the 5 degrees of seperation game.  And it makes me stupidly fucking happy.

Uhm. I have a spider bite on my ass, too, btw. How that happened I don't want to know. I found it this morning, and now i'm sleeping in the guest bedroom because yuck jesus christ.

I have six articles due last friday, and my editor gave me until monday to do them. It's 3:44 am and I currently have ONE done, the rest of them need their interviews transcribed and I still have one interview to do. wtc.

And I decided Andrew Hurley is my new love.

That's all!

SOoooooooooo just went to see High School Musical 3 with my 12 year old cousin. And here's my thoughts.

First off. I want to know WHERE this high school exists? Because uhm. My high school? Not so much. My 8099 out of 98897945 text message of the two hours said "Thoughts from HSM3: I fear for the children of our nation and the skewed perceptions of reality presented to them."

And, okay, half my cousin's class was next to us, and I had to be the annoying mother because 12 year olds were fucking making out no lie. and throwing popcorn at us. and i finally got up with my cell phone shining in their faces and asked for their last names so i could call their mothers. my cousin was embarassed but I feel i did the world a public service by saving these twelve year olds from making out in a movie theater. what the fuck guys.

all in all, i saw nothing appealing about it. entertainment factor only because it was FUCKING funny as SHIT and i laughed AT THEM the whole time. so. if you're ever super stoned or drunk give it a watch you'll laugh your ass off. I vaguely entertained the thought of leaving for a few minutes to smoke up, but i was responsible for children and couldn't.

don't waste your time.

So the daycare wanted me to put pictures onto a cd and they're so fucking cute i had to show.

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they're either doing this out of habit or because the lines between chatting with their friends about who's really hot and writting an essay about the relevance of the monroe doctrine in the modern world are hopelessly blurred. they're certainly not doing it to save keystrokes. the same study found that two-thirds of teens don't use a computer when they do their school writing, they do it longhand. Yes, with paper and pen. the researches think this is because most of the assignments are short, but it's more likely so their computer can be free to simultaneously IM their friends, mydate their myspace page, watch  a youtube video of a gerbil skateboarding while singing "who let the dogs out" and tossing M&Ms in the air and catching them in it's mouth, and google an assignment just like theirs so they can role play being jayson blair.