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1. Comment on this post.
2. I will give you a letter.
3. Think of 5 fictional characters whose name starts with that letter and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ.

I got K:

1. King Koopa



He's just totally fucking awesome.

2. Kira Nerys



I admire this character. She's strong and stuff.

3. Keiko O'Brien



I always thought she was a good match for Miles. She's kinda generic, but she sticks up for what's right and has a kind heart.

4. Kefka



Even though I love this game more than anything and it's my favoritest of all things favored, I think Kefka is a total douche bag. But that's why I love it.

5. Kimberly



I think she gives pink a bad name. I think she didn't really contribute to the feminist community. But she was my favorite other than Tommy.

moo·mer
Pronunciation:
\ˈmü-mər\
Function: none

Etymology: Middle English mumoor, from Latin mumor, from mumēre

Date: 22nd century

1 : a swollen or distended part
2 : an abnormal benign or malignant new growth of tissue that possesses no physiological function and arises from uncontrolled usually rapid cellular proliferation —called also mooplasm; wibble; bad-man

Now that I can use my Garak killing Quark pic and I have a cute layout, I can post to my livejournal more. And you'd think livejournal would be a word that the livejournal spellcheck would recognize.

DREAMT LAST NIGHT:

Went to the circus. This guy had a trick where he let loose a white lion in a cage with lots of animals and himself. He had a long, pointed rod to protect himself. He let out the lion, and it got really mad and started chasing him. He cut it and stabbed it with the rod. He jumped into the cage and the lion followed, only interested in killing the man. He stabbed it and cut it more with the rod until it couldn't stand anymore. Then they shoved it back into the dark little box that they kept it in and everyone cheered.

Afterward, standing outside, we were discussing the show. I was outraged and stated that it was cruel and barbaric. Worf, who was standing a few meters away eating a popsicle with his son, Alexander, disagreed. He said that it was a fine lesson, and that the man was a true warrior. A woman near me agreed, and said our children need to learn how to protect themselves against savage beasts. I shook my head, and said,

"I know it's important to know how to protect yourself. We should learn how. But put yourself in the lion's shoes. You're kidnapped from your home and put in a little box that hardly has enough room to turn around and there's absolutely no light. Imagine the stress. Then you're let out and you see the person that put you there. You go after him, naked and unarmed, and he stabs you until you can't move. All for people's entertainment. And then you're stuffed back into the box."

Everyone started nodding and someone was like, gee, I never thought of it like that... Then I was in a restaurant, meeting Kate, Suzie, and the gang. It was really hard to move and Suzie was wearing a really bad light brown wig and fake eye lashes and I was really confused about that.

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I wanted to write this dream down before I forget it 'cause it was pretty awesome.

I woke up. I had the day off and I went into the kitchen. I wanted a good breakfast. I looked at the clock and it was after 4pm. My mom came into the kitchen and I started listing things that I wanted for breakfast. The Cathy said she'd get some green peppers too. The little ones. Then I went into Ian's room because I thought spending the whole day playing a videogame was the way to go. "Ian, what you got?" I asked as I looked through his collection. I was down to Dirge of Cerberus and FF12. The controllers for the former were made out of FFVII characters so I had to play it. The L and R buttons were on their shoulders. It was funny. There was peanut butter and jelly all over the normal Cloud and the Sephiroth one, so I yelled at Ian and explained that he had to wash it with a damp cloth but not get it too wet because they'll break. He kept repeating the instructions the way he always does then finally left.

So I started a new game using the special edition Cloud controller with real hair and a nike shirt. It started out pretty intense with zombie shooting then when the action died down it had an opening sequence. It showed the dark city and had a narrative... but the narrative was me talking along with it and it was perfectly normal. Then it showed Cloud sitting on a bench with his knew unlikely partner, a big, fluffy, giant, dog. It was cute. You never saw the dog again, though.

So I'm getting into the game and I'm on a roof. No enemies. It's quiet. Then BAM, Yuffie jumps on me and we crash through the roof. It was the Golden spherical place that I can't remember the name of, and it was the date scene and I was with Yuffie. But the place was crawling with zombies so I had to run out of there as fast as I could. Then suddenly I was IN THE GAME and I was Cloud.

We were cornered by zombies and I had to figure out how to shoot them in real life. And Jenny was next to me trying to tell me how to do it, and I was like, "Shut up, will you? I killed Sephiroth, I can kill a couple zombies, okay?" So I found out I had to aim for their eyes and that would make them explode in one shot. Jenny was never seen again.

Time passed and I was on another mission. I had a real partner this time. The fat guy from Shawn of the Dead. We had a special bond. I loved this guy and I would die for him. I also had a small dog that followed me around and kinda helped me fight.

So we got a job. We had to secure a museum that recently got overrun with zombs. It had a ton of floors and I think we were on the fourth. I was getting pissed because we'd been searching the place and I hadn't seen a single zombie. So to cheer me up, my partner offered a game of magic. He's the best! But, what's that? My dog senses something coming from around the corner. Zombies! We destroy them. We couldn't save the old lady dying on the floor, though.

Then some guys in suits make me come with them. They need me to come to the white house. The president's in danger and they need the best of the best. So they take me with them. I have to leave my partner behind. It was unlikely we'd be assigned to work together again because we did day patrol and they were moving me to night partol. I called him up while I was in the car and he assured me he packed all my stuff up for me that I had to leave behind. I asked him to tell me what was in each part of his bag. "The center part?" "Your guns and small knives" "The left pocket?" "Some grenades and a snack bar" I paused, thinking about whether I should ask about the right pocket. ..."The right pocket?" He paused as well. Finally, "Got our cards in there." I smiled and a single tear fell down my cheek. "That's my good man. I promise I'll get this all straightened out. We'll be fighting side-by-side in no time."

Then we approached the white house and there was a dark cloud over it and lightning and lots of zombies and it was really scary looking then Kate woke me up by jumping on me and making a loud noise.

When I fell back to sleep I told Kate about half the dream and I left out the second half, which was the best part. Then I showered and we went to pick up the car. The brakes weren't working very good. And I couldn't look down at the dashboard at first because I had to sit really high to be able to see over the steering wheel, which was huge for some reason. Took me forever to get the car to start, too. We finally get it home and I look down and they replaced the dashboard and steering wheel with really really old parts that looked like they were from the 80s. Everything was big and that speckly brown with black switches that turn on their side. "WHY'D THEY DO THAT?!?!" I screamed.

I got a job!! I got an interview with barnes & noble and they're gonna start me off part-time then to a full-time lead. The manager seems wicked nice. I'm excited! I can't wait to get my discount! I'm gonna pick up astonishing x-men. I'm so glad I'm not a bum anymore. Though, I'm gonna miss watching star trek all day and playing wow.

But the thing that really made my day was that the manager said she called the store in Savannah and the assistant manager she talked to said I was awesome and she loved me! She said she didn't remember her name but I think it was Jen. :D

yaaaaaaaay

How come when you look up what to do when you're having a panic attack, all you get are definitions of panic attacks and/or drug advertisements? Who the fuck doesn't know what a panic attack is? Why does it need a definition? I FUCKING HATE EVERYONE.

I followed in Suzie's footsteps and I made a new blog! I finally made my first post. It's pretty exciting.

Art Food Delectable

I left Whole Foods a little more than a month ago. Because they wouldn't give me Dragon*con weekend off. I could only work weekends anyway because I had to give Kate back her car. I started working at Dunkin Donuts. Don't ever do that to yourself. It's not worth it unless you hate yourself and think you deserve to be punished severely every day.

I wanted Kate to feel more at home and comfortable at my house so she'd come over more so I cleaned my room and rearranged it to make it look nice and got little pumpkins and mums and delicious smelling candles and a yummy smelling cinnamon broom. But she hates the broom and the candles because they hurt her nose and make her want to go home. So I have to remove the yummy smelling broom, which seems to bother everybody except me, every time she comes over.

I left Dunkin Donuts after two weeks of working there. I thought I could handle it. The first week I worked night shifts for training. I just kept thinking to myself, it's just for a week then I won't have to work with these assholes anymore. The the next week came and there were still assholes. Like... BAD assholes. The kind you can't just ignore and do your job. Because you're all cramped behind a small counter. So Sunday of the following week I started to get ready for work at 5 in the morning. That's right. 5 in the morning. And that's waking up late. I didn't have time for a shower or anything. So I'm getting ready and I looked at my cubby lying all snuggly in my bed looking all comfy cozy, and I look at the clock, and I looked at the ridiculous shirt that I have to wear and I think of how much the visor hurts my ears and then I farted really loud, twice. Woke Kate up with the second one. I laughed. And I said, "I'm done." Then I threw down that ridiculous shirt and I put my pajamas back on and I crawled into bed with my cubby.

Now I'm jobless and I don't know what to do with my life.

I eat bad today. Scone and hot chocolate in the morning. Delicious hot chai and a muffin for dinner. I hate working here so much! We got a tent and it's awesome. Kate and I slept in it last night in the living room and watched some episodes of Buffy. It was so much fun! I'm gonna sleep in it tonight. Maybe in the back yard, though. I gotta get back to work soon. I went to the pond today with Ian and got water in my ears. I can hardly hear anything. I want to go home now.

Everybody needs to go to this show. I'm serious. The info is:

Good Time Emporium
30 Assembly Square Drive
Somerville, MA 02145
Doors @ 8
8 bucks, 21+
Acrasjia @ 9

go to myspace.com/acrasjia

I wish I never went to college. But I might be moving out soon so I can actually live with my girlfriend and not only get to see her on weekends because her parents are psychotic.

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My car's still not done. Every day Brian says it's going to be done, he says it's going to be done about three days later. And so it goes. Kate's parents are giving her shit about letting me use her car. I wish I never had to come home. It smells so bad here. My bed's too big and too low to the ground. I asked for the bigger bed because I had Kate in mind but she hates coming here. Not that I blame her. It's dirty and smelly and there's never any food. Maybe Ian'll trade beds with me. But then I'd feel bad because the bed's too big for his tiny little room, too. Can I scream now?

I signed Ian up for karate classes. I hope I don't regret it and I hope he likes it 'cause it's fucking expensive and my mom probably won't help with the payments. I also hope that Kate says she'll do it with me.

I had a dream that I could reach down and put my palms flat on the floor with my legs perfectly straight and it felt really good. And I had a dream that somebody at work told me I couldn't use toothpicks on my samples so I had no idea how I was gonna hold the little sandwich squares together.

I just got something weird in the mail so bye.

The Good: I finally got a job. I'm working at Whole Foods in Hingham. I start tomorrow. $10/hour. Not too shabby.

The Bad: I'm bored and lonely and my mom thinks we're fighting with eachother even though we're not so she's not talking to me. The water's not working again and Brian can't get it to work this time so no shower for me today. And if anyone's gotta poo, the bathroom'll stink forever. I had a dream that Kate and I made a Buffy clone but decided we wouldn't keep it so we locked it in a room with no food or water or light and waited for it to die. That was actually a memory in a dream. I remembered it when we made another Buffy clone and decided to take care of it this time. Makes me feel sick thinking about it. Then I woke up to the sound of Brian yelling because he just fell down the stairs and the puppy screaming because Brian fell on her.

I need something to do.

I need to write this down before I forget.

I had a dream last night that I went back to high school (okay, a nightmare) and my art teacher, Mrs. Sykes, took us on a field trip on our first day to this guy's house. It was really messy and cluttered and there were tons of animals but they were clean and nice and cute. I played with them. There was this asian guy that was in my class that I was hanging out with. I figured he liked me because I was asian today, too. I used sims body shop to change my appearance.

We all finally made our way to the back yard, which was beautiful. It was raining, though. There were these steps with flowers and little streams and shady trees. It reminded me a little of savannah. Okay.. the main show's about to start. I pick a seat under a tree so I don't get so wet... but big droplets of gathered rain fall on me from time to time. It's Jesus. He's being crucified! Only... not quite. These two guys pick him up, light jesus and the cross he's attached to on fire, then let him go and he falls on his face. Every one starts clapping. I started laughing, I think.

Then I realize I forgot to bring a lunch or lunch money. I find Kate sitting on a bench and sit next to her. I ask her if she wants to ditch school and go get lunch. She says she's got 20 bucks so let's do it. Awesome. I tell her I'm gonna drop my art class because it's lame. She told me I said that years ago. Then I remembered that I already got my diploma so what the hell am I doing here? I decide to forget school. We walk around town. It's beautiful. No cars, lots of trees and flowers, a river, cobblestone... And I told her about the Jesus thing and she thought it was funny, too.