This is a first time in a long time that I don’t want saturday! Because today I have to do tons of chores, homework, yuck. It will be good to get it done, but I don’t wanna do it! Yesterday was a blast, I finally got a playstation 2 (well, we got it for my brother but that means that I can play it too) and so then I can get Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakasho and Dot Hack and Final Fantasy and all those other cool games! I’m so happy!

This is a first time in a long time that I don’t want saturday! Because today I have to do tons of chores, homework, yuck. It will be good to get it done, but I don’t wanna do it! Yesterday was a blast, I finally got a playstation 2 (well, we got it for my brother but that means that I can play it too) and so then I can get Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakasho and Dot Hack and Final Fantasy and all those other cool games! I’m so happy!

Well, I have managed not to do anything constructive today.

My parents woke me up at eight today to see the Macy’s Parade. We ate this curly pastry thing and curled up in front of the TV, which was NBC– they are the only channel carrying the parade now, which is really sad because they don’t even show it– just use it to advertise for their stars. So I quickly tired of that, and, still rather sleepy, headed back to bed where I slept for– well, ten minutes before I had to take clean clothes up, do some other chores– then I went back to bed and slept until eleven, did some computer stuff, and had the first course, and lunch, of Thanksgiving– pumpkin salad with blue cheese and chestnut soup. The salad was excellent, the soup good– but I like the squash soup we had last year better. After that, I was still tired, so I went back up and went to sleep for about an hour before my mother woke me up, giggling at my Usagi-ness. Back to sleep again– I planned only to sleep until three, but my body had a clock of its own– five. My mother woke me up then as well, and I went downstairs and peeled potatoes for the mashed potatoes– my favorite dish! We cooked everything else, took the turkey out, and ate dinner. The turkey was a little dry– and bland, but the gravy spiced it up a bit, but even that was runny and mediocre. The stuffing was excellent, but didn’t light a candle to last year’s. The cranberry sauce was the best ever– port AND brandy, wow! And that was that. Then, I sat down with my mother to watch Samantha again, then it was time for dessert! And now I’m here. No homework done. I feel so lazy. Well, I’ll get it tomorrow– also, biggest shopping day of the year!! Can’t wait to hit the mall!

It was so odd, though, during my big nap I had this weird Sailormoon dream. Totally odd, you know how dreams are. I dreamt that I was Usagi-chan, and I had to fight this enemy in this building with and open room– instead of glass for the huge window, there was just open space. And that I was doing these acrobatic things and kicking the enemy’s butt– wham– when they brought out a secret weapon– the really hot male villan, who then picked me up, and some how reduced all my power so that I was defenseless! So, I started wailing, Usagi-chan style, and, I swear, this is what I said: “Why? WHY?? Why is it that I’m always kicking ass and then a guy comes out and stops me and I have to be saved by another guy! You’re evil but my knees go weak thinking about you! You evil villan! EVERY EPISODE IT HAPPENS!”

Then I played Ice Princess Serenity with the hot male villan and made him all depressed because somehow he fell in love me and wanted my hot body until Tuxedo Kamen showed up and challenged him to a duel– only Tuxie was Sean, a boy from my school. -_^ Yeah, totally odd. And then, we all started ballroom dancing. It was the oddest thing ever. And I got hit on by a hot villan person as Sailormoon in my dream. Yeah. It was weird, but cool.

Well, I have managed not to do anything constructive today.

My parents woke me up at eight today to see the Macy’s Parade. We ate this curly pastry thing and curled up in front of the TV, which was NBC– they are the only channel carrying the parade now, which is really sad because they don’t even show it– just use it to advertise for their stars. So I quickly tired of that, and, still rather sleepy, headed back to bed where I slept for– well, ten minutes before I had to take clean clothes up, do some other chores– then I went back to bed and slept until eleven, did some computer stuff, and had the first course, and lunch, of Thanksgiving– pumpkin salad with blue cheese and chestnut soup. The salad was excellent, the soup good– but I like the squash soup we had last year better. After that, I was still tired, so I went back up and went to sleep for about an hour before my mother woke me up, giggling at my Usagi-ness. Back to sleep again– I planned only to sleep until three, but my body had a clock of its own– five. My mother woke me up then as well, and I went downstairs and peeled potatoes for the mashed potatoes– my favorite dish! We cooked everything else, took the turkey out, and ate dinner. The turkey was a little dry– and bland, but the gravy spiced it up a bit, but even that was runny and mediocre. The stuffing was excellent, but didn’t light a candle to last year’s. The cranberry sauce was the best ever– port AND brandy, wow! And that was that. Then, I sat down with my mother to watch Samantha again, then it was time for dessert! And now I’m here. No homework done. I feel so lazy. Well, I’ll get it tomorrow– also, biggest shopping day of the year!! Can’t wait to hit the mall!

It was so odd, though, during my big nap I had this weird Sailormoon dream. Totally odd, you know how dreams are. I dreamt that I was Usagi-chan, and I had to fight this enemy in this building with and open room– instead of glass for the huge window, there was just open space. And that I was doing these acrobatic things and kicking the enemy’s butt– wham– when they brought out a secret weapon– the really hot male villan, who then picked me up, and some how reduced all my power so that I was defenseless! So, I started wailing, Usagi-chan style, and, I swear, this is what I said: “Why? WHY?? Why is it that I’m always kicking ass and then a guy comes out and stops me and I have to be saved by another guy! You’re evil but my knees go weak thinking about you! You evil villan! EVERY EPISODE IT HAPPENS!”

Then I played Ice Princess Serenity with the hot male villan and made him all depressed because somehow he fell in love me and wanted my hot body until Tuxedo Kamen showed up and challenged him to a duel– only Tuxie was Sean, a boy from my school. -_^ Yeah, totally odd. And then, we all started ballroom dancing. It was the oddest thing ever. And I got hit on by a hot villan person as Sailormoon in my dream. Yeah. It was weird, but cool.

All right, this is the header image for the layout for Combat Boots. The band is Diva Destruction, I liked the title for a political blog so I decided to do a “blend” of sorts of the band. This is the first kind of layout like that I’ve done– I’m proud of it, but also a little nervous about putting it out there. Comments, good or bad would be helpful. 

All right, this is the header image for the layout for Combat Boots. The band is Diva Destruction, I liked the title for a political blog so I decided to do a “blend” of sorts of the band. This is the first kind of layout like that I’ve done– I’m proud of it, but also a little nervous about putting it out there. Comments, good or bad would be helpful. 

Well, schoolwork has again taken priority in my life, when I’m taking AP classes I seem to have no time at all– however, this is Thanksgiving weekend so I can blog about that and everything else under the sun, too… Provided I rake leaves, vaccuum, clean my room, clean the bathroom, clean the kitchen, and practice piano…

Anyway, I want to get Combat Boots up and running soon– I don’t think I’ve talked about that a lot, if at all– that will be my political commentary blog– don’t think about reading it if you get offended easily. ^^;

I suppose that’s because I really, really, really want to blog on the election, on Orrin Hatch and the RIAA and everything else going on right, Goss and all that. I have a lot to say and I need to start saying it soon.

Anyway, I’m at school, during lunch, hoping that I can make a Christmas layout during the long weekend and upload that, getting it done, and update link and all of that good stuff.

More to do with it, my ex-boyfriend is now trying to kill himself. He has Type 1 brittle diabetes, meaning that it’s a genetic thing and not from obesity, and its a dangerous condition. Absolutely destroys the kidneys, liver, etc. When we were together I used to get visit him in the hospital. He’s now in the hospital for not controlling his blood sugar, getting self-destructive and trying to end it all. At my friend Claire’s recent birthday party, she shared that she didn’t wish to be his friend anymore– she was his best friend– because he was getting self-destructive and being a jerk– not just to be but to everyone. She didn’t want to have to deal with that, and she shouldn’t. He doesn’t need a savior right now, he needs to get it together by himself. Claire, Val, and I… We’ve picked up after him when he got like this– self-destructive. This past year, with me, he was doing so well– keeping up after his health, in school. It looked like he had done a 180. That’s why I was with him, because he was mentally healthy at that time, and I loved that person who was okay with himself and the world.

But that ended. He went back to that dark world, because he’s afraid of the light, so to speak. And Claire was his savior, I was his savior– but he doesn’t need that, because humans are imperfect, and they don’t do too well on pedestals. So, he becomes disillusioned and begans to hate himself again. And the best thing that I, that Claire and anyone else can do for him (are you reading this, Jessica?) are to let him slide. Because the only way this cycle is going to end is if he will pick up after himself. He has to stand on his own. Because the minute someone else takes responsibility for his life, he won’t anymore. He’ll let that person carry his burden. That’s unhealthy. And anyway, this girl Jessica (who will hate me if she actually reads this), wants to pick that up, to become the person who will stop this calamity. Don’t. It’s not right, for you or for him, Jessica. Because you’re looking for something in yourself, and you won’t find it in him, and by helping him you are trying to feel needed, well, it’s something you aren’t prepared for. And you will wreak havoc, and you will cause more pain than you will alleviate. Because I know. I’ve been there. And because of that, I’m tell you: no. This isn’t about you, as much as you deny it or wish it to be. So don’t go someplace where you don’t belong. This is a job for a therapist. Not someone with their own poor emotional health and intelligence.

Wow. It’s been a very long time since I’ve posted, my deepest apologies!! First of all many things have happened–

including:

BUSH WON THE ELECTION!!!

Which is interesting, no matter what side you are on.

I went to DC on the election night, for the NYLC. More about that later.

Breakup with boyfriend– now ex, as chronicled by his activities here. He’s getting more scummy by the day– he claims that he is the victim, I’m the bitch– when HE cheated on ME! Amazing– at first he was good person, this just makes me shake my head and cry. Usually I get over things pretty fast, but not this.

I’m listening to Sadame right now, from X.

Shout-outs to Nikki, Loper, Val, and Sean.