So I finally got a graphic tablet. I like it so far, I've got no complaints, though I wish I had a program to use with it. I'm working on getting cs3. I had it before, but I managed to lose the disc. I tend to misplace things like a rich chick missing her diamonds.
On a zombierific note; I have anger issues! I'm being serious here. I have anger issues so big, it's bigger than the love a rich chick has for her diamonds and that's huge! I should probably seek professional help, but I haven't 'hurt' anybody yet, so why spend money?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
If All Our Words Were Left Unspoken
Please note that Travis has quite the multifarious mind which is both perplexing and difficult to write. Getting into character was more of a task than it should have been and although Travis Erik Layne is my own fictional character, I wanted future readers of his story to be able to truly sympathize over him. I do hope that my words have stayed true to his personality and that you understand his pain. I also hope that I have succeeded in creating quite a captivating story, like I aimed for.
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If All Our Words Were Left Unspoken
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His heated gasps; his moaning screams cling desperately to the bedroom walls. Anxious grunting echoes in the sealed darkness. That same darkness blankets the chamber; and merely a silver light—from a poorly curtained window—outlines the arched body of the person who screams out. He initiates the self mutilation upon himself. And he smears the thick and pungent liquid over his semi-exposed figure. That pungent liquid has a sharp and distinctive aroma. It’s the fragrance of blood. Blood intoxicates his senses, messes him up and confuses his body. He mistakes pain for pleasure. What he wants is unambiguous, clear as crystal and he cries out hungrily, “more!” The screams don’t fade, locked in, to fuel his sinful heat. The lava in his body and the blood coursing through his veins are all directed to his sex. Hot and burning, spurting and discharging, pleading to be touched from how hard it is—and yet he deprives himself of that one need. He punishes his oh-so-deserving person. His murmurs draw softer and softer, while his consciousness slips. He chuckles insanely; he’s so blissfully ecstatic, completely high off his pain.
His fingers finally wrap slackly around his dick. He twinges at his own light tugs. Sharp, stinging, burning pleasure. Ice, thin, precise metal runs along his human covering, tearing it smoothly. Fine lines first itch before they throb, before they let crimson shine. Again, he cuts. The sexual intensity eats at his insides. He fucks into the mattress and pillows. He cannot contain his ecstasy. “Oh god! More!” He masturbates while he mutilates. He chokes on his saliva, hacking air and more spit before a wave—an electrical sensation that pulsates—signals his waited release. He violently gyrate his hips while he curves his back more. And he cums blood.
And that just turns him on further.
Exhausted. Satisfied. Wonderful. Dazed. His crazed laughter now fills his chambers and he verbalizes to himself. Repeats the words that brought him to this state.
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Dusky lighting with artificial flickers to simulate an ambiance of a candle lit room. Soft jazz plays above an undertone and plays to his voice—slow and clear;
“I’m tired of this! Bein’ fuck’d up, I mean.
Guess what I am. Some say; worthless human bein’.
Yeah, that’s right, somethin’s gotta be wrong wit’ me.
Gettin’ ass raped; violated by them who should be lovin’ me!
What’s that yellin’ fo’? Yeeeeah, all I’m sayin’ are all lies.
Whatev’r lets you live your life without tears in yo eyes.
I already knew, lemme apologize.
Sorry I wuzn’t born a girl too. I heard vaginas are fly.
Whut? Why else would I be sufferin’ for bein’ what I am?
Pfft, cuz I leave all these words unspoken and instead eat shit? Damn.
Then listen up while I got somethin’ to tell.
I believe less in Heaven; more in Hell.
Don’t you look at me like I’m fuckin’ dumb.
You can’t understand my struggles. You don’t know where I’m comin’ from.
Grew up surrounded; but I was the one left alone. Out casted.
Previously my mindset was, ‘should a buried me in a casket.’
Though, never once did I cry.
Too busy soaring high.
No longer dreaming dreams, just hallucinations.
You should be proud. I created quite the reputation.
Must admit, I snapped, final thoughts, ‘just run.’
‘I don’t need to live on as your son.’
Haaa, that’s right. You can keep on pretendin’ I nev’r really exist’d! Cuz we’s done!”
There’s a thrilled feedback before the musicians fade. Scattered snaps and claps walk him off the low stage. Eyes and whispers follow him to the bar. He claims his stool and flips back dyed shades of mauve violet hair.
“You kno’ my favorite.”
And monotonously Travis responds, “coming right up.”
He pours the drink and hesitates, “Uh—where’d the motivation—you know, for-for that piece come from?” He clears his throat, looking at his buttoned sleeves. From the corner of his eyes he catches a shrug.
“Meh, I just spat.”
His head snaps up and he turns to glare his way with stern eyes.
“Rapping or not, that was inspirational. The way you let your body talk with you, the way you emphasize your words, the way you tell a story with the audience, it’s a gift, Luke and you shouldn’t take it for granted.”
“Get my dick outta your mouth, man. It is just spittin’.”
Lucien guzzles down his drink and waves the empty glass. Travis pours him another and hands it to him reluctantly. He leans down on the counter, cleaning the surface around them with a cloth.
“A lot of your spoken word really got to me.” Travis dictates, carefully analyzing him.
Lucien raises his brows in question the same time he ‘hmm’s’ in his drink.
“Yeah. Uh—one line that hit me was, I leave all these words unspoken.”
“I fuckin’ hate that!”
Travis stands up, taken back from Lucien’s outburst. He doesn’t respond knowing Lucien has more to say so he puts the cloth under the counter and wipes his hands on his apron.
“If you’ve got somethin’ to say, say it! Doesn’t matter what it is, say it. Why do people just suddenly stop talkin’ or decide what they were gonna say ain’t important? Huh? What if all our words were left unspoken, Travis? America would be one helluva quiet place.”
“It’s just insecurities, fears, self esteem on both parts and feelings that stop us from saying what was on our minds.”
“No Travis, that’s just you.” He sips his drink, obviously not in the mood for it any more. “You and the rest of the got-dang world. Completely worthless.”
“Excuse me, I’d like a Sex on the Beach.”
They both turn, having somehow forgotten that they weren’t the only two people there. Travis nods, breaking away from his conversation. He sighs as he combines and blends drinks together. Why do I always get stuck with the rhetorical questions?
“Here you are, Miss—”
“Sometimes what we don’t say don’t make one difference, but if you’s need help, why the hell are you keepin’ it unsaid? Sometimes it’s those words that save. They’ll come out sooner or later. Freudian slip. Anyways, Manuel and his girl are outside waitin’ fo’ me so—catch you later. Add them drinks to my tab.”
“—one Sex on the Beach.” He sighs.
And he hands her the reddish pink drink.
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He gasps shallowly, arching, writhing in pain; hiccoughing and sobbing softly. He’s bleeding and he doesn’t seem to care. The wounds bring bliss to his battered body. Oh fuck him, take him, screw with his mind and manipulate him more.
Mess with his inexplicable insecurities, irrational fears and above all; his incredible quantity of self loathing. Those are his upmost traits. The things that make him him. Fuck with his brain and let him be his own undoing.
Use him. Tell him he’s worthless with that heavy voice of your’s. Dirty him again.
He’s slowly going lightheaded. He’s been told a critical amount of blood loss can do that. He chuckles. His vision his foggy; if he didn’t have so many tears in his eyes, he’d believe that old wives’ tale about masturbating making you blind. His hand lets go of his burning manhood. The last few drops of his jizz sputter and drool down his prick. He reaches for a tissue to clean up his sinful mess.
He cleaned up half an hour before; the doorbell rings and he rushes to answer. He greets his boyfriend, locking the door behind him as he walks into the night air. ‘Hey babe,’ followed by a kiss. He smiles on the inside.
“Evenin’ hun.” He recites hollowly.
“You’re flushed. What were you doing?”
Masturbating to my best friend.
“Nothing.” He says and flips back his hair.
This is why we leave our words unspoken. Some things aren’t meant to be said.
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If All Our Words Were Left Unspoken
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His heated gasps; his moaning screams cling desperately to the bedroom walls. Anxious grunting echoes in the sealed darkness. That same darkness blankets the chamber; and merely a silver light—from a poorly curtained window—outlines the arched body of the person who screams out. He initiates the self mutilation upon himself. And he smears the thick and pungent liquid over his semi-exposed figure. That pungent liquid has a sharp and distinctive aroma. It’s the fragrance of blood. Blood intoxicates his senses, messes him up and confuses his body. He mistakes pain for pleasure. What he wants is unambiguous, clear as crystal and he cries out hungrily, “more!” The screams don’t fade, locked in, to fuel his sinful heat. The lava in his body and the blood coursing through his veins are all directed to his sex. Hot and burning, spurting and discharging, pleading to be touched from how hard it is—and yet he deprives himself of that one need. He punishes his oh-so-deserving person. His murmurs draw softer and softer, while his consciousness slips. He chuckles insanely; he’s so blissfully ecstatic, completely high off his pain.
His fingers finally wrap slackly around his dick. He twinges at his own light tugs. Sharp, stinging, burning pleasure. Ice, thin, precise metal runs along his human covering, tearing it smoothly. Fine lines first itch before they throb, before they let crimson shine. Again, he cuts. The sexual intensity eats at his insides. He fucks into the mattress and pillows. He cannot contain his ecstasy. “Oh god! More!” He masturbates while he mutilates. He chokes on his saliva, hacking air and more spit before a wave—an electrical sensation that pulsates—signals his waited release. He violently gyrate his hips while he curves his back more. And he cums blood.
And that just turns him on further.
Exhausted. Satisfied. Wonderful. Dazed. His crazed laughter now fills his chambers and he verbalizes to himself. Repeats the words that brought him to this state.
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Dusky lighting with artificial flickers to simulate an ambiance of a candle lit room. Soft jazz plays above an undertone and plays to his voice—slow and clear;
“I’m tired of this! Bein’ fuck’d up, I mean.
Guess what I am. Some say; worthless human bein’.
Yeah, that’s right, somethin’s gotta be wrong wit’ me.
Gettin’ ass raped; violated by them who should be lovin’ me!
What’s that yellin’ fo’? Yeeeeah, all I’m sayin’ are all lies.
Whatev’r lets you live your life without tears in yo eyes.
I already knew, lemme apologize.
Sorry I wuzn’t born a girl too. I heard vaginas are fly.
Whut? Why else would I be sufferin’ for bein’ what I am?
Pfft, cuz I leave all these words unspoken and instead eat shit? Damn.
Then listen up while I got somethin’ to tell.
I believe less in Heaven; more in Hell.
Don’t you look at me like I’m fuckin’ dumb.
You can’t understand my struggles. You don’t know where I’m comin’ from.
Grew up surrounded; but I was the one left alone. Out casted.
Previously my mindset was, ‘should a buried me in a casket.’
Though, never once did I cry.
Too busy soaring high.
No longer dreaming dreams, just hallucinations.
You should be proud. I created quite the reputation.
Must admit, I snapped, final thoughts, ‘just run.’
‘I don’t need to live on as your son.’
Haaa, that’s right. You can keep on pretendin’ I nev’r really exist’d! Cuz we’s done!”
There’s a thrilled feedback before the musicians fade. Scattered snaps and claps walk him off the low stage. Eyes and whispers follow him to the bar. He claims his stool and flips back dyed shades of mauve violet hair.
“You kno’ my favorite.”
And monotonously Travis responds, “coming right up.”
He pours the drink and hesitates, “Uh—where’d the motivation—you know, for-for that piece come from?” He clears his throat, looking at his buttoned sleeves. From the corner of his eyes he catches a shrug.
“Meh, I just spat.”
His head snaps up and he turns to glare his way with stern eyes.
“Rapping or not, that was inspirational. The way you let your body talk with you, the way you emphasize your words, the way you tell a story with the audience, it’s a gift, Luke and you shouldn’t take it for granted.”
“Get my dick outta your mouth, man. It is just spittin’.”
Lucien guzzles down his drink and waves the empty glass. Travis pours him another and hands it to him reluctantly. He leans down on the counter, cleaning the surface around them with a cloth.
“A lot of your spoken word really got to me.” Travis dictates, carefully analyzing him.
Lucien raises his brows in question the same time he ‘hmm’s’ in his drink.
“Yeah. Uh—one line that hit me was, I leave all these words unspoken.”
“I fuckin’ hate that!”
Travis stands up, taken back from Lucien’s outburst. He doesn’t respond knowing Lucien has more to say so he puts the cloth under the counter and wipes his hands on his apron.
“If you’ve got somethin’ to say, say it! Doesn’t matter what it is, say it. Why do people just suddenly stop talkin’ or decide what they were gonna say ain’t important? Huh? What if all our words were left unspoken, Travis? America would be one helluva quiet place.”
“It’s just insecurities, fears, self esteem on both parts and feelings that stop us from saying what was on our minds.”
“No Travis, that’s just you.” He sips his drink, obviously not in the mood for it any more. “You and the rest of the got-dang world. Completely worthless.”
“Excuse me, I’d like a Sex on the Beach.”
They both turn, having somehow forgotten that they weren’t the only two people there. Travis nods, breaking away from his conversation. He sighs as he combines and blends drinks together. Why do I always get stuck with the rhetorical questions?
“Here you are, Miss—”
“Sometimes what we don’t say don’t make one difference, but if you’s need help, why the hell are you keepin’ it unsaid? Sometimes it’s those words that save. They’ll come out sooner or later. Freudian slip. Anyways, Manuel and his girl are outside waitin’ fo’ me so—catch you later. Add them drinks to my tab.”
“—one Sex on the Beach.” He sighs.
And he hands her the reddish pink drink.
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He gasps shallowly, arching, writhing in pain; hiccoughing and sobbing softly. He’s bleeding and he doesn’t seem to care. The wounds bring bliss to his battered body. Oh fuck him, take him, screw with his mind and manipulate him more.
Mess with his inexplicable insecurities, irrational fears and above all; his incredible quantity of self loathing. Those are his upmost traits. The things that make him him. Fuck with his brain and let him be his own undoing.
Use him. Tell him he’s worthless with that heavy voice of your’s. Dirty him again.
He’s slowly going lightheaded. He’s been told a critical amount of blood loss can do that. He chuckles. His vision his foggy; if he didn’t have so many tears in his eyes, he’d believe that old wives’ tale about masturbating making you blind. His hand lets go of his burning manhood. The last few drops of his jizz sputter and drool down his prick. He reaches for a tissue to clean up his sinful mess.
He cleaned up half an hour before; the doorbell rings and he rushes to answer. He greets his boyfriend, locking the door behind him as he walks into the night air. ‘Hey babe,’ followed by a kiss. He smiles on the inside.
“Evenin’ hun.” He recites hollowly.
“You’re flushed. What were you doing?”
Masturbating to my best friend.
“Nothing.” He says and flips back his hair.
This is why we leave our words unspoken. Some things aren’t meant to be said.
Friday, August 20, 2010
i Suck
Blogger, what's happeneing?
I've been away from everything I love...mostly because I'm addicted to Trauma Team and can't stop playing. It's 1:25am and I've been playing since I got up at 8am yesterday morning. I wonder if my wii will burn out? I hope not...that would make me extremely displeased...and I'd have to sue Nintendo. And I'd be damned if I lose the lawsuit!
Now, the title of this journal most likely refers to my inability to keep and update a blog. And I happen to do some pretty interesting stuff for a guy who barely leaves the house.
--
I'm sort of sore right now and it's not because I've been playing wii for hours; it's because my older brother (older by twelve years) and I got into a physical fight. More or less, everyone at home hates me right now. -Sigh- I'm probably lying when I say I couldn't care less. Truth is; since summer began, I've been having the roughest time. My girlfriend and I broke up--and I'm not sure I feel too 'accepting'. I know I'm young and there's pretty of other fish in the sea and all that jizz (jizz not jazz, I'm a pervert, remember this.) but I'm pretty sure I was in love. Maybe something beyond that. I mean it's got to be. Why else to I feel flustered and upset around her? -sigh- Forget it. I think I'm masking the hurt and pain--again. It's been a habit of mine. To pretend everything's all fine. The physical attack was probably my pent up emotions. Still, I'll be a zombiedick and won't apologize for nothing. I ain't gonna be the bigger person.
What else? I've missed work quite alot this summer. And I keep becoming broke. I haven't gotten any of the stuff that I wanted for this summer because I'm broke. I haven't even gone to Wonderland...I really wanted some stuffed toys. Oh well.
I'm sure compared to a whole lot of other people, my problems don't seem as big, and I'm glad, it's not a contest, yet. So I'm going to get back to my game now. Stress is gone. I'll try to be answering rp emails, starting a weekly vlog, maintaining my dA and blogspot, writing up scripts and posting and coming up with comic ideas.
-Mitchell A. Burton
p.s. I've started going by theMAB now. hahaha.
I've been away from everything I love...mostly because I'm addicted to Trauma Team and can't stop playing. It's 1:25am and I've been playing since I got up at 8am yesterday morning. I wonder if my wii will burn out? I hope not...that would make me extremely displeased...and I'd have to sue Nintendo. And I'd be damned if I lose the lawsuit!
Now, the title of this journal most likely refers to my inability to keep and update a blog. And I happen to do some pretty interesting stuff for a guy who barely leaves the house.
--
I'm sort of sore right now and it's not because I've been playing wii for hours; it's because my older brother (older by twelve years) and I got into a physical fight. More or less, everyone at home hates me right now. -Sigh- I'm probably lying when I say I couldn't care less. Truth is; since summer began, I've been having the roughest time. My girlfriend and I broke up--and I'm not sure I feel too 'accepting'. I know I'm young and there's pretty of other fish in the sea and all that jizz (jizz not jazz, I'm a pervert, remember this.) but I'm pretty sure I was in love. Maybe something beyond that. I mean it's got to be. Why else to I feel flustered and upset around her? -sigh- Forget it. I think I'm masking the hurt and pain--again. It's been a habit of mine. To pretend everything's all fine. The physical attack was probably my pent up emotions. Still, I'll be a zombiedick and won't apologize for nothing. I ain't gonna be the bigger person.
What else? I've missed work quite alot this summer. And I keep becoming broke. I haven't gotten any of the stuff that I wanted for this summer because I'm broke. I haven't even gone to Wonderland...I really wanted some stuffed toys. Oh well.
I'm sure compared to a whole lot of other people, my problems don't seem as big, and I'm glad, it's not a contest, yet. So I'm going to get back to my game now. Stress is gone. I'll try to be answering rp emails, starting a weekly vlog, maintaining my dA and blogspot, writing up scripts and posting and coming up with comic ideas.
-Mitchell A. Burton
p.s. I've started going by theMAB now. hahaha.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
zOMG Anime North 2010
Here are the pictures from Anime North 2010!!
I really love this picture! Sailor Senshi's~
Sailor Mercury and Luna?!
Those guys!
Roy Mustang from FullMetal Alchemist
Eevee Evolution!
Dark Link.
Disney's Princess Jasmine
Sailor Venus. I requested that pose.
OBJECTION!!
Ooh, ooh, Peach.
Daemon from Reboot!
Gohan, Videl! I love it! 
Naruto and Sasuke~ 
Midna, human form! 
Midna, cursed form! 
Michael wanted a picture with Shinobu from No More Heroes. How cute. 
Loving the sweet Lolita girls. 
That pikachu is a Eletrakid! 
Link, Ganondorf is right there! 
Vampire Knight cosplayers.
Pikachu, I chose you! 
Pokemon Trainer Male, Pokemon Trainer Female and that annoying blue pokemon...
Kagamine Len and Kagamine Rin
Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin
Boy Sailor Moon makes me swoon~
SO I HEARD YOU LIKE MUDKIP?!
*BLOGGER'S PICK~I adored this sister and brother cosplay duo. They're Shihōin Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke from Bleach! She message me, I was late to see it. I freaked that she did...I'm a nerd.
The only minor we had who cosplayed...isn't she adorable, y'all?
I really love this picture! Sailor Senshi's~
Sailor Mercury and Luna?!
Those guys!
Roy Mustang from FullMetal Alchemist
Eevee Evolution!
Dark Link.
Disney's Princess Jasmine
Sailor Venus. I requested that pose.
OBJECTION!!
Ooh, ooh, Peach.
Daemon from Reboot!
Gohan, Videl! I love it! 
Naruto and Sasuke~ 
Midna, human form! 
Midna, cursed form! 
Michael wanted a picture with Shinobu from No More Heroes. How cute. 
Loving the sweet Lolita girls. 
That pikachu is a Eletrakid! 
Link, Ganondorf is right there! 
Vampire Knight cosplayers.
Pikachu, I chose you! 
Pokemon Trainer Male, Pokemon Trainer Female and that annoying blue pokemon...
Kagamine Len and Kagamine Rin 
Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin
Boy Sailor Moon makes me swoon~
SO I HEARD YOU LIKE MUDKIP?!
*BLOGGER'S PICK~I adored this sister and brother cosplay duo. They're Shihōin Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke from Bleach! She message me, I was late to see it. I freaked that she did...I'm a nerd.
The only minor we had who cosplayed...isn't she adorable, y'all?zOMG Anime North 2010
(Time: 1:55AM) Warning: Insanely long blog post.
Hey, is it a shocker to say that I've never been to Anime North (or AN as I will refer to it) before? My like of Anime may not be the highest. In percentages it's at at least 3.35%, but that doesn't mean I won't try new things from time to time. Or anything Japanese related. I love the Japanese! For real! The real reason I never went all those other times, was because my mother wouldn't allow me that far away from the house. (Hahaha, pathetic, I know.) So why this year?
Honestly, this guy is to blame. I guess my mother trusts him or something...creepy. (Picture of Michael (this guy) below)was late since I missed one...He didn't blame me, or blame me when I woke both his parents up by ringing the doorbell...sorry Mr. and Mrs. Michael.
We got on the bus after leaving his house. His parents are so kind~too bad authority figures scare the shit out of me.
Bus rides are lame, so I won't explain that. What I remember about the bus ride...hmm, I pwnd Michael four times, maybe five. (Hahaha,) EB Games sold him Paper Mario GameCube instead of Mario Galaxy. Poor thing. I won't make fun of you anymore.
At Younge and Bloor station the bestest thing happened. We met Minors! Youngest was 12 and oldest was 17. Wish my mom let me travel past Kipling when I was 12...
So our little group of two expanded to eight, I believe. (Later it turned into 9, w hen Michael had a baby!)So what happened here was, the little group of five girls one boy had gotten lost on the way. Thanks to the way I was dressed, they approached us and asked if we were heading to AN 2010. Man, I think I spazzed out on the train ride. For little kids, they were really mature and could handle themselves. They even liked the same crap I liked.
(And that's who is in the picture with Michael above. One of the Minors.)The Minors, Michael and I actually spoke the entire way to Kipling. It was great.They're reconstructing Kipling Station, so we had trouble finding our bus. A bus driver or station worker told us to get on some bus that was in front of us, so obediently we got on. Turns out it was an express. Shit, right? Wrong! Once we saw the cosplayers walking from hotel to hotel, we couldn't control our excitement and started screaming...We got an express bus to stop at our stop! (In other words, we got kicked off the bus. Hahaha!)
The first person I met at AN 2010, was a guy standing behind me in the Registration Line. (I never had so much fun waiting in a line before...) He had a BJD (Ball Jointed Doll) that he named Sarah. Cutest motherflipping doll, ever! He told me he got Sarah's clothing comissioned, and yet the wicked vest he was wearing, he made himself. I think I gave him the O_o face. You my friend are mentally challeneged. But I kid the man and his BJD. I just think he should make them himself.
Some guy came around telling us to register our group and put down a group name. I suggested my name as the group name. They all said no. Guess I'm not loved...After getting inside, I had another spazz attack. I saw some of my pals from school. I knew they'd be there, since they were staying for the weekend. I just didn't think I'd see them so soon. I gave her a hug and ditched her to stay with the group. She took my picture, said I looked good.
I bought some merchandise. Two posters, two pins, a plushie and a Bleach key chain for my brother, Zackre. (He lost it the next day.) I was so hyper that day. I didn't really eat, (when I'm sick, I cannot tell if I'm hungry or not) I had a cookie Michael gave me. He's so sweet, like his parents.
Continuing on, we ended up traveling back and forth between hotels. I saw another one of my friends! It was Chanel, working at AN as a maid. So cool, right? I also saw Reina and her friends! Hey guys!
Truthfully, I was frantically searching for my girlfriend. I knew she'd be there. It's terrible, because when I did find her, I couldn't stay with her. (I came with someone else and I wouldn't ditch 'em.)She was cosplaying as Shadow, Sonic and Tails. When I found her she was Tails. I liked the picture I took of her so much, I printed a copy and posted it on my door. (That's one step away from being obsessive!)
We decided to have lunch around now. I still didn't feel hungry-even though I was apparently starving? This is when Michael's baby was born. His friend...I'm sorry, I don't remember his name...joined our clic. He's a nice one too. Wish I had been more focused to had remembered to talk to you.
At some point a 'free hugs' guy walked by, to which a Minor screamed, 'I need to hug him, come with me!' I was fiddling around with my camera, so I tossed it down on top of my stuff and went with her. Needless to say, I regretted that little mistake. After I had gone, some cosplayers saw my 'abandoned' camera and picked it to return it or something. Thankfully, when I returned to my spot and didn't see it a Sasuke cosplayer heard me say, 'where's my camera!'
He jumped into action and helped me track down my camera. Yes, we actually did managed to get it back in less than twenty minutes. Thanks Sasuke! You're so heroic! (By the way, this cosplayer had the nicest accent I ever heard. I was so drawn to it.)
Above is the picture of the two girls who found my camera. I snapped a pic of them after they returned it to me. Thanks you!
Hmm, what else, what else?
Ah, right, can't leave out the other two 'shadows' of the day, can I? (The opposite of highlight is?...)
It was about time for the minors to go home and we left one hotel to go to the other to get them home when Olga realizes the $30 umbrella she just bought, she forgot! Michael and his friend dashed to the hotel and back and saved the umbrella. Good job guys! You made a Minor happy!
Too bad they had to leave right after, they would have enjoyed the rest of the day. Oh well. We can't play all day. (Here's a group picture before our Minors left.) (Michael gets a mother complex around minors.)
I met up with my Reina again. Yay!
I still wasn't hungry and it was hitting eight thirty. Michael said to meet him at the hotel entrance in an hour since I practically begged him to let me stay with Reina while he went to 'dinner'. Not long after Michael left, I met up with my GF! Bonus! She was shadow this time.
I was chilling with them for a bit, goofing off and taking some very questionable pictures with her. I then remembered I had to go meet Michael. Good thing too. They said they wanted to hit a Rave. The same thing Michael and I were going to as well.
I grabbed, Vivian (who sported cute pink gosurori cosplay at one point and cute kitty ears and paws after) and asked her to come with me to find Michael. When we went to find him, we couldn't. I thought that I had been late and he got fed up and left to go wait in line. That wasn't what happened. Since I don't have a cell phone, I didn't even know his number and couldn't call him. I had to call home, ask for his number and then call him. Long process.
I made him worry over me. He was really upset with me. It took everything I had not to cry, because I knew he was only mad because he had been worried. (Fuckery, looks like I need to revive my undead balls.)
We all got to go in the Rave. My stomach still hadn't growled or sent any waves to my brain, so I was running on my natural energy. I danced around for a bit, but suddenly I was literally hit with this headache. It hurt so bad! I really had to go sit down and see if I could tune out the music. This is were apparently I passed out. It happens a lot, so I don't usually take it seriously. Whenever I don't eat, I pass out. I didn't mean to worry anyone or make anyone angry. Sorry. I'll be more careful.
Hmm, I also remember singing, 'Ghost Nappa' , 'Brooklyn Rage' and 'Leather Pants.'
I know I was out of it, if I can't remember why I was singing it. Oh no.
That's about it.
I arrived home late.
Mom was pissed.
Enough said.
I'll post the rest pictures in another post.
Bus rides are lame, so I won't explain that. What I remember about the bus ride...hmm, I pwnd Michael four times, maybe five. (Hahaha,) EB Games sold him Paper Mario GameCube instead of Mario Galaxy. Poor thing. I won't make fun of you anymore.
At Younge and Bloor station the bestest thing happened. We met Minors! Youngest was 12 and oldest was 17. Wish my mom let me travel past Kipling when I was 12...
So our little group of two expanded to eight, I believe. (Later it turned into 9, w hen Michael had a baby!)So what happened here was, the little group of five girls one boy had gotten lost on the way. Thanks to the way I was dressed, they approached us and asked if we were heading to AN 2010. Man, I think I spazzed out on the train ride. For little kids, they were really mature and could handle themselves. They even liked the same crap I liked.
(And that's who is in the picture with Michael above. One of the Minors.)The Minors, Michael and I actually spoke the entire way to Kipling. It was great.They're reconstructing Kipling Station, so we had trouble finding our bus. A bus driver or station worker told us to get on some bus that was in front of us, so obediently we got on. Turns out it was an express. Shit, right? Wrong! Once we saw the cosplayers walking from hotel to hotel, we couldn't control our excitement and started screaming...We got an express bus to stop at our stop! (In other words, we got kicked off the bus. Hahaha!)The first person I met at AN 2010, was a guy standing behind me in the Registration Line. (I never had so much fun waiting in a line before...) He had a BJD (Ball Jointed Doll) that he named Sarah. Cutest motherflipping doll, ever! He told me he got Sarah's clothing comissioned, and yet the wicked vest he was wearing, he made himself. I think I gave him the O_o face. You my friend are mentally challeneged. But I kid the man and his BJD. I just think he should make them himself.
Some guy came around telling us to register our group and put down a group name. I suggested my name as the group name. They all said no. Guess I'm not loved...After getting inside, I had another spazz attack. I saw some of my pals from school. I knew they'd be there, since they were staying for the weekend. I just didn't think I'd see them so soon. I gave her a hug and ditched her to stay with the group. She took my picture, said I looked good.
I bought some merchandise. Two posters, two pins, a plushie and a Bleach key chain for my brother, Zackre. (He lost it the next day.) I was so hyper that day. I didn't really eat, (when I'm sick, I cannot tell if I'm hungry or not) I had a cookie Michael gave me. He's so sweet, like his parents.
Continuing on, we ended up traveling back and forth between hotels. I saw another one of my friends! It was Chanel, working at AN as a maid. So cool, right? I also saw Reina and her friends! Hey guys!
Truthfully, I was frantically searching for my girlfriend. I knew she'd be there. It's terrible, because when I did find her, I couldn't stay with her. (I came with someone else and I wouldn't ditch 'em.)She was cosplaying as Shadow, Sonic and Tails. When I found her she was Tails. I liked the picture I took of her so much, I printed a copy and posted it on my door. (That's one step away from being obsessive!)
We decided to have lunch around now. I still didn't feel hungry-even though I was apparently starving? This is when Michael's baby was born. His friend...I'm sorry, I don't remember his name...joined our clic. He's a nice one too. Wish I had been more focused to had remembered to talk to you.At some point a 'free hugs' guy walked by, to which a Minor screamed, 'I need to hug him, come with me!' I was fiddling around with my camera, so I tossed it down on top of my stuff and went with her. Needless to say, I regretted that little mistake. After I had gone, some cosplayers saw my 'abandoned' camera and picked it to return it or something. Thankfully, when I returned to my spot and didn't see it a Sasuke cosplayer heard me say, 'where's my camera!'
He jumped into action and helped me track down my camera. Yes, we actually did managed to get it back in less than twenty minutes. Thanks Sasuke! You're so heroic! (By the way, this cosplayer had the nicest accent I ever heard. I was so drawn to it.)
Above is the picture of the two girls who found my camera. I snapped a pic of them after they returned it to me. Thanks you!Hmm, what else, what else?
Ah, right, can't leave out the other two 'shadows' of the day, can I? (The opposite of highlight is?...)
It was about time for the minors to go home and we left one hotel to go to the other to get them home when Olga realizes the $30 umbrella she just bought, she forgot! Michael and his friend dashed to the hotel and back and saved the umbrella. Good job guys! You made a Minor happy!
Too bad they had to leave right after, they would have enjoyed the rest of the day. Oh well. We can't play all day. (Here's a group picture before our Minors left.) (Michael gets a mother complex around minors.)
I met up with my Reina again. Yay!I still wasn't hungry and it was hitting eight thirty. Michael said to meet him at the hotel entrance in an hour since I practically begged him to let me stay with Reina while he went to 'dinner'. Not long after Michael left, I met up with my GF! Bonus! She was shadow this time.
I was chilling with them for a bit, goofing off and taking some very questionable pictures with her. I then remembered I had to go meet Michael. Good thing too. They said they wanted to hit a Rave. The same thing Michael and I were going to as well.
I grabbed, Vivian (who sported cute pink gosurori cosplay at one point and cute kitty ears and paws after) and asked her to come with me to find Michael. When we went to find him, we couldn't. I thought that I had been late and he got fed up and left to go wait in line. That wasn't what happened. Since I don't have a cell phone, I didn't even know his number and couldn't call him. I had to call home, ask for his number and then call him. Long process.I made him worry over me. He was really upset with me. It took everything I had not to cry, because I knew he was only mad because he had been worried. (Fuckery, looks like I need to revive my undead balls.)
We all got to go in the Rave. My stomach still hadn't growled or sent any waves to my brain, so I was running on my natural energy. I danced around for a bit, but suddenly I was literally hit with this headache. It hurt so bad! I really had to go sit down and see if I could tune out the music. This is were apparently I passed out. It happens a lot, so I don't usually take it seriously. Whenever I don't eat, I pass out. I didn't mean to worry anyone or make anyone angry. Sorry. I'll be more careful.
Hmm, I also remember singing, 'Ghost Nappa' , 'Brooklyn Rage' and 'Leather Pants.'
I know I was out of it, if I can't remember why I was singing it. Oh no.
That's about it.
I arrived home late.
Mom was pissed.
Enough said.
I'll post the rest pictures in another post.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I Need a New Penis for Obvious Reasons
I didn't have much to do this week. I was preparing for prom so I cleared up my schedule. I also just found out that prom has a theme.
'Once upon a Time.' I screamed. I like princessy themed anything. I'm so lame...
What I did online.I ended up creeping my friend, Risha's blog on Tumblr. She always gets me to 'lol'.
It's cool, you should go check it out. http://www.strobe-edge.tumblr.com
What I did outside.
I went bowling with my church.
Needless to say, I'm pro on my wii and super terrible in reality. I made a fool of myself. But I had fun, and that's all that matters.
I have random shots of the bowling alley and of us. It's mostly little kids who'd pose for my camera. Hmm, that sounds wrong...PEDOBEAR?!
We played a ten round game. Girls against Guys. The dude totally kicked ass. Whut!
What I did inside.
Before going to the ally, most of the gang who ended up at the bowling ally, stopped off at my house. There was this freaking bet over pokemon. My dude Marcus lost $10 that night and Trevyn gained $10. I filmed it...
What I wish I did.
I wanted to be with my GF. (Sssh.) Things seem rocky right now, but I'm certain it's all in my head. Someone said something to me and I got a bit insecure. I won't think about it, if you don't. (Who is the you I'm referring to? Lol!)
Jump up for Fun!
'Once upon a Time.' I screamed. I like princessy themed anything. I'm so lame...
What I did online.I ended up creeping my friend, Risha's blog on Tumblr. She always gets me to 'lol'.
It's cool, you should go check it out. http://www.strobe-edge.tumblr.com
What I did outside.
I went bowling with my church.
Needless to say, I'm pro on my wii and super terrible in reality. I made a fool of myself. But I had fun, and that's all that matters.
I have random shots of the bowling alley and of us. It's mostly little kids who'd pose for my camera. Hmm, that sounds wrong...PEDOBEAR?!
We played a ten round game. Girls against Guys. The dude totally kicked ass. Whut!
What I did inside.
Before going to the ally, most of the gang who ended up at the bowling ally, stopped off at my house. There was this freaking bet over pokemon. My dude Marcus lost $10 that night and Trevyn gained $10. I filmed it...
What I wish I did.
I wanted to be with my GF. (Sssh.) Things seem rocky right now, but I'm certain it's all in my head. Someone said something to me and I got a bit insecure. I won't think about it, if you don't. (Who is the you I'm referring to? Lol!)
Jump up for Fun!
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