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| Sunday, December 27th, 2009 |
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| Saturday, December 26th, 2009 |
protospasm
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1:03a |
Drunken Uncle:
I've conceited defeat. To me, Christmas is an endurance match. Johnny was in town with his family tonight, but I caught the allergies and returned home soon enough. Upon rearrival, I was able to lose one drinking game and managed to start 2 sisters, one uncle, one niece, and one sister's husband in a game of cards. I won $11.25, after repaying the $5 someone else bought me in for. Then, I hung out with my uncle... and he listened to Creed and talked about his depressing dream funeral set-list in contrast to my dead cousin's awful funeral set-list (luekemia, age 16). So, just before 1:00am, I woke my mom up and surrendered. My uncle is the drunkest one in the house, and he will leave eventually. (I have work in the morning,) Merry Christmas, there is no god. |
| Friday, December 25th, 2009 |
kountess_k
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2:28a |
"Christmas Harem"
Found my "Christmas Harem" tale. I thought i share. Its been a long time and it needs some cleaning up. But its so FUN!
His cheeks were rosy red, as he clutched the reigns to his sled.
He galloped through the night with light and decorated houses in his sight.
His suit was red trimmed in fur and faux, and it was a clear night with snow.
He was almost finished before the sun of dawn, that’s when the women will be noticed gone.
Joyous tunes sang in the distance and they seem to fade for instants.
The moon shown bright with glow, as this imposter continued to flow.
Humming a devious tune aloud, awaiting for the ends crowd.
The elves await for their arrival time, sitting patiently like a mime.
They had scented perfume and elegant gowns with diamonds and rubies incrusted crowns.
A snowy castle of workshops it may seem, but actually a desert harem dream.
India architecture of silk and palm trees covered the area as far as one sees.
Is this the glitter in his eye, or the making of the achy mutter sigh?
Can this be a reason for his cheeks so red, or why he is so jolly and well fed?
It might be it may, who can really say?
But not only is there a Mrs. Claus or two, there is actually a slew.
The counterfeit Santa stold those who heaven broke the mold.
Beautiful ladies from far and near, is now piled up and pulled by reindeer.
Pulled out of comfort beds of lush, their families when awake will be crush.
But a little note sit aside, explained in much detail a reason inside.
“No harm will become the beauty gal, I will next year, return your daughter Sal.”
He thought, they will be happy as they sat, he made sure of that.
In tantalizing garments of sheer, and sparking jewels as they appear.
He will not enforce his lust, but only gain it with cunning trust.
These women will love him no doubt, in due time they will get out.
Piles of food they will eat, with Figgie pudding and honey ham treat.
Sleeping will be such a delight, for the day events will smite.
Gentle carols of Christmas songs, was replaced with foreign music and gongs.
Camels with hump back grazed, as the women awoke amazed.
They fell out of the sleigh, where they frightened, nay.
The angelic women giggled with glee too see Santa flee.
The lighting was lit as the little elves performed their welcoming skit.
Stating the rules and some, and then asking which place the women came from.
They said they were from here and others said there.
After the introduction they quickly shuffle them down, halls decorated with sweet music sound.
The ladies grew more excited as they stripped, waxing and showering and some were nipped.
Adorn with clothes so fine, the women had many jewels some had nine.
Precious stones put in places unknown, and it made the women groan.
There skins afire, and the place seemed to heat up like a fryer.
Cooled with a wet touch, just enough and not to much.
The scantly covered women graced, there eyes only shown with a cover faced.
In a vast room a rolly beard man sat, begging entrance with a knee pat.
Large colorful fans were held by men full of muscles and tans.
The man boomed with laughter at his ploy, when the women entered with joy.
A conspiracy it maybe, but the women came will free.
The dirty man with cheeks so bright, was everything far from contrite.
He greeted each woman with a kiss, and directed to a seat he truly insist.
Each beauty was all the same, each time forgetting their name.
In front of them he smirked a smile, a exciting grin that was big as a mile.
“I welcome you all, and here you will remain until next fall.
May your stay be pleasant and treat this as your year long Christmas present.
Please lounge and eat, be peaceful as I greet.
You just brightly beam, and welcome to the Christmas Harem Dream.”
The women clapped with a long measure waiting for their year long pleasure.
The laid so relaxed in bosom tops and strands, looking out to the brilliant white sands.
The sultan like Claus sat atop, with manservant and women on a go to never stop.
364 days to relax with a pretty bunch, to never hesitate and always to munch.
A music played and several girls danced and gently sways.
Their bodies with curves they made dear ol Santa unnerve.
Quickly he shaken off the thought, and looked at the women he sought.
On the night of 24 in December, there is of course Santa to remember.
Leave him milk and holiday good, and he might be in a grateful mood.
A harem you wish to stay, ask this different Santa and he may.
A wish come true, for only those selected few. I
n garments of fine silk be dressed, with jewels of different shades will be messed.
Enjoy your holiday like so many, and have dreamy dreams liked so uncanny. Current Mood:  devious |
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
kountess_k
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11:11p |
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Current Mood:  hopeful |
taggedmuch
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2:11p |
Good
I realized something today... [cue Southpark music] Er, sorry. Couldn't help being cheesy. Anywho, I realized something that makes me feel a tiny bit better about my career choice, and its 'cuz of a conversation I had with my co-workers at the math-tutoring place. See, we all skip around so that we eventually help most of the same kids. And few kids are a bit different. Except I never really noticed - or rather, I noticed on one or two of the extreme cases, mentally considered possibilities as to the reason why, and then focused on my work; and with the other five or more cases I just focused on the work/person. How I figure, every person has idiosyncrasies, certain ways of operating that are unique to them, and if I find I'm having trouble working with them, I mentally take a step back and try another approach. The conversation was about this kid that 'didn't seem all there - he's really making an effort, but I'm sure there something wrong with that kid' and another one who 'is definitely LD [learning-disabled], and the way he sometimes growled freaked me out!' A) The kid was like seven - his growl wasn't that freaky. And I assumed he was just being silly. B) Is this venting? Are you venting about these kids? Sure, some of these kids seem to have trouble picking up some of the more basic math concepts, but they're great! I gots no problems with them. And then I realized that I just look at people different than most. Maybe. I mean, I think that's the take-home message. Well, GOOD. I been all worried that studying psychology would change the way I think, have more of my mind built around considering diagnoses, personality styles, and therapeutic approaches, and worst of all, a Clinical viewpoint of each person. And it might. But I think I still look at people in a much more open, understanding (er, possibly not the right word - maybe 'open-minded'? possibly even 'naive') way. And while I still wanna make room for that artist in me (artist: who needs boundaries, labels, definitions?), I can feel good about the fact that these things that my fellow co-workers find vent-able, I hardly notice. Although, the growling kid prolly has Aspurgers. Not cuz of the growling. I was a little disappointed with myself for trying to diagnose someone, especially considering my lack of expertise, but I'm 85% convinced. Still, that's loads better than "what's with that weird kid?" Right? |
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| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 |
jonny_darko
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9:12p |
year
Is that all it was? Felt more like five years. So damn busy. The dog died in October, and I haven't yet scheduled time to miss her. Highlights: well congrats to me on paying my own expenses, kinda. On another note, my parents both knocked one more decade off The Clock That Never Resets (not that any moment was wasted). Also, I have passed the 200 lb. mark, which is neither bad nor good. In less than 48 hours I will be standing in Arizona. I go there about once every six months, but it never fails to seem like eons in between. So to an interminable annum and an epochal estrangement, I bid my "adieu"s. Actually, not just yet; I'll believe it when I see it. Current Music: ozzy- road to nowhere |
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| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 |
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| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
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| Saturday, December 19th, 2009 |
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taggedmuch
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1:35a |
the fuc**r
WELL, I had this half-formed idea, that I should start flirting with straight guys. Not the intimidating "I want to have sex with you" flirting, but the "I think yer awesome, and I'm harmless" flirting. Not sure how to do that sorta thing, but after half-forming the idea, I feel obliged to follow through. SO, With the help of one of my friends, I met this guy who facetiously said that he was gay. To her anyway. My job was to flirt with him, and to figure out exactly how gay he was. This woulda felt like an easier task, 'cept she asked him as soon as he came (to her party - this is where I had the opportunity to meet him) if he was actually gay or not. He denied it. I couldn't decide if I was still supposed to flirt with him or not. She kinda ruined my line though. "Hey. I heard you were gay - 'dat true?" Not very special, but it was substantiated. I felt like a dork. I wanted to say SOMETHING. For one, I kinda promised. For two, he was like a gamer, and cute, and intelligent, and weird accent, and asian, and and and and. Yeah. So, after what I thought was rather subtle flirting, I asked him on the way if I had flirted with him at all that night. He said no. So I said, "well damn. I had meant to flirt with him that night." And they asked why. And somehow I hadn't anticipated that question. Why? Well, because I had accepted several shots of Chinese grain alcohol - good stuffs, but definitely strong - and I was prepared to say anything 'cept something planned. So I basely explained the above: I wanted to be able to flirt with straight guys that I thought were cool, and my friend and I were wondering if he really was straight or gay. I felt really dumb. I think he said no. He definitely didn't say yes. And I'm bummed, cuz he's a cutie. *sigh* Actually, I met two cuties today, but I think both of them were straight. And now I wish I were an evil scientist with the means of inventing or financing a gay-ray, so that I wouldn't have to worry about this whole "orientation" thing. Or at least, so I wouldn't feel so bait-and-switch'ed with this hottie-gamer-asian. Bait-and-Switch you ask? Well, the whole reason I was helping my friend check on his sexuality was because he facetiously suggested that he was gay. *sigh* NOT FUNNY! fuc**er. |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
protospasm
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10:48a |
Now I know why my mom let me color whenever...
Last Friday, I failed 2 calibration tests, had to get another, failed that one and passed the last test available of the day enough to work. THIS Friday, I failed 2 and rather than wait and see if it was a good idea: I got my gameboy out and half listened while scoring the next test. 4/5, one adjacent. Sitting and listening while focusing on not getting distracted... 2/5. Purposefully distracting myself in order to not disctract myself... 4/5, or 5/5 if I'm not nervous about failing. The thought process that goes on, in mental language, when I'm concentrating: What am I forgetting to do? Did I remember to do laundry? Where am I stopping before I go? Did I get gas? What am I going to wear? Where are my shoes? Am I getting sick? Did I sleep enough last night? How many times do I fuck-up before they fire me? While this be the first job I get fired from? Am I doing this right? Should I get a PhD? Do I eat before I leave? Should I make a list of things I want to take? Do I have allergy meds to take with, or is that something I have to stop for? Do I still have enough deoderant? Oh, I need to relisten. And, focusing with the Gameboy is usually: Monkey... monkey... monkey... rate of delivery 3 for connectedness, and effective use of intonation, bunny... bunny... elephant... 3 for language use... lion... 2 for topic development; end score of 3...pause... send... hippo. This behaviour is here to stay I think. My MA notes are half doodles and half notes. All work has been half work, half experiment. Most conversations are half listening, half privately amusing myself by counting inserts, cliches, faults in logic, mixed metaphors, or heavy reliances on slang. I really don't think a doctorate is in my future. I fell asleep in my SAT, math portion. I don't think ETS allows obnoxiously loud iPods in GRE testing sessions. That, and I barely made it through my MA without heckling professors because I was too busy heckling classmates. 6-7 years in close linguistic study? No sir. I think I kind of understand why I'll go to any lengths to amuse myself. |
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| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 |
jonny_darko
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11:49p |
denouement
I just finished my class. Third out of a dozen or so that I'll need. I'm headed out to AZ/CA in a week. I'm looking forward to it like nobody's business (that means 'a lot'). I read a novel. Always news for me, since I'm not such a book fiend. It was The Dart League King by Keith Lee Morris. 20-something coke-snorting lumberman/dart master in the Idaho mountains, and his equally screwed up friends and family, have their paths intersect in apparently mundane, yet actually wild and troubling ways. Sounds sensational, and it is, but there's actually some understated, haunting storytelling going on. Some of its detours kept my easily distracted self turning page after page in anticipation. Good for Chuck Palahniuk type readers, I'd guess, though I've never read a Palahniuk book all the way through so I don't know for sure. |
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| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
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kountess_k
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1:57a |
Catchin' Up
There comes along something, a movie, book, music, that makes you reanalyze your perspective. I get them ever so often, and i hate it. I just hate it, because it disrupts something i already built up. Or rather the steps i take to become better i stumble back. Grrr...of course it doesn't make sense! So, the Christmas presents are underway. I gave one already. I think he likes it. I'm currently working on the fams. I feel pretty good about them. In a first time in a long while, i feel relaxed. The only reason thats keeping me from working on them 24/7, the paint needs to dry. I go shopping for the children Thursday. Nothing to fancy for them, only the best! I spoke to an old roommate. It was good. I'm a little anxious to see her, only because she really helps with my ego. ^_^ Now, i have to manage to get there. Stickin' apartment search. It's so hard! (j/k) I am excited to leave for Savannah. I'm ready to leave. Let see... I go for a CT scan in a little bit. The doc needs to check if a have a hernia or not. Hernia. What an awful thing to call torn muscle. I think i would rather call it 'torn muscle.' Actually its when an organ bulges through weak muscle mass. Meh...somethin happened and off i go check. What would really suck if i need surgery. I want to be given pain meds and instructions to lay of from doing any strenuous work or lifting. But...i have a feeling it wont be that easy. Ok, i think that's is enough. Now, i'm just blah-blah blahing. Later, cats! KK Current Mood:  chipperCurrent Music: TSO "Father, Son & Holy Ghost" |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
protospasm
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1:38p |
Getting a jump start on my Christmas shopping (planning stage):
I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE Christmas. But, I probably should start shopping for Christmas this year... because I went to Korea to avoid shopping for Christmas last year. People to shop for, character analysis, past successes, present ideas. Dad:Kind of a douchebag. Former marine, slight bigot, staunch Republican -watches Fox News-. He hunts, he fixes stuff outside, and has bought 2 tractors in the last 3 three years... to grade the driveway. Likes the library, and is currently pissed off at Home Depot. Likes wine. Last successful present may have been a bottle of bourbon and a pack of handkerchiefs. Ideas: None Mom:Crazy person. High School jock, funny when not making people's lives hell, tagalong Catholic/Republican, -watches ESPN-. She crafts occasionally, reads lady-books, and misses the Home Depot. Loves wine. Allergic to nuts. Last successful present may have been a ceramic story teller... and a bottle of wine. Ideas: None Sister-Drea, and her live-in BF:Sister: Quasi-douche; high school cop-ambition ruined after vomiting on a police officer. Likes terrible shows like "Two and a Half Men," and alphabetizes her cd and movie collection. Extremely anal, crafts sometimes when she isn't bleaching her bathroom nor washing her jeans (every two days). Loves tequila. BF: Nice guy, maybe a little too sensitive. Former ammo and hunting gear distributor; also likes sports and fixing things. Lightweight, but likes Tequila and Red Stripe. Previous successful present was a shot-glass checkers set. Ideas: None. Sister-Lisa, and her child bride/husband:Sister: Crazy bitch; apparently still wants to be an accountant but keepings taking secretarial and restaruant jobs instead. Likes metal-metal, and blows out the speakers to all cars that she's had. Extremely narcissistic, and often gets into arguments about how things unrelated to her are, in fact, about her. Somehow, she loves Christ and getting obliterate on booze. Husband: He's been nicknamed "the fuck-up" at the local jobs he's lost, and now studies dental hygen-istry. Likes games like Madden, and agrees to most things that are said around. Sometimes, says completely insane things and one wonders if he's drunk or stupid. Previously successful gifts was a red lacquered tray glassware stem set (both of which were destroy in a throwing things fight one had with the other.) Ideas: None. Dennis Leary-NieceExtremely cynical, younger of the two. Critical of her mom's co-dependency, her step-father's idiocy/bipolar behavior, and her sister's promiscuity/spiritual-naivety. Leaves for an unknown institution of higher learning with boyfriend and dog in the Spring. Likes videogames. Loves fashion. Former culinary aspirations have transformed into a fashion/arts aspiration (for which I blame the Bravo channel). Past successes were a variety bag I assembled from Tokyo souvenirs. One other instance was a graphic t-shirt that she wore a whole month in High School. Ideas: http://www.amazon.com/Kitchen-Mysteries-Revealing-Traditions-Perspectives/dp/023114170X/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1260906946&sr=8-4Timothy Leary-NieceSpacey hippy, older of the two. Rebellious hitchhiking gypsy as result of wife-beating father, lush mother, young stepfather, and mean sister. Became a Hari Krishna before leaving temple to work in the "farm" trade. Recently elected NOT to enter the Navy... after going to meet with their recruiters. Likes cults and bohemian pilgrim garb. Likes reading, dangly jewelry, teas, and folksy music (for which I blame Princess Jasmine). Hates meat and scientific skepticism. Past successes were a graphic t-shit, Final Fantasy IX, Tokyo Souvenirs, and possibly a book... that I can't remember which book it was. Ideas: Unknown. Assorted Other Family and Relatives: I don't think we're on gifty terms. Previously successful gifts have been throw-away "I hate Christmas" acts of rage. Gift Ideas: Cheap "Santa"-shaped cards, spraypainted black. |
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