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Mendel has no influence in CLAMPverse.

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This is what happens when [profile] kyoko215 and I start joking about hitsuzen.
We started joking about it due to brain breakage.                        In a way, this is all CLAMP's fault. =D

... I suppose my morbid humor humor had some influence ... but the blame lies mainly with CLAMP. 


I know I'll be adding more to this post when my mind can think about more things that are inevitable.
Kyoko: I'll work on that sock-hitsuzen icon when I've had some sleep. @_@
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I'm like super awesome and nice right? Of course I am! 
Since I'm totally awesome and nice I helped this old lady across the street. Then I helped a little kid get their cat out of the tree.I also helped an old man find his glasses so that he could see properly. Then there was a pregnant lady about to give birth ...

Haha! I got you! Hell would freeze over before I ever help a little kid get their damn flea bag disease ridden cat out of a tree. 
All the other stuff is trufax though. 

GOT YOU AGAIN! You know that saying, "Trick me once, shame on you. Trick me twice shame on me." SHAME ON YOU! SHAAAAMEEEEE! 

Okay, getting to what this post is really about ... 

I transcribed the Inugami Circus-dan interview for Kago. 
The interview is from PopJNeo's June, 2007 issue. WHEN THE FOKER USED TO BE FREEEEEE! >O 
Everything is copyright PopJNeo, including all teh grammah mistakes you will see. IT ALL BELONGS TO POPJNEO!

I really wish I had a scanner so that I was able to scan the pictures as well ... oh woe is me ...
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Yeah foos I ain't dead. I know you motherfuckers wants so badly for me to be dead but I'm not. IN j00r FACE! 

As the title says, I'm just making my obligatory monthly post. 

Umm and there's a few things I need to post on here. Shit about Diru opening for the Deftones, AX, S.K.I.N. debut, part 2 of my adventure from some time in August. Don't worry my minions, all that crap will show up here some day ... I love you all! (Except you Shorty, I don't love you.) 

LMAO I'm so fucking hilarious I'm posting this fucker as if people actually read this. Clara is probably the only one who will read this. 

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A Little Girl and Her Dog

A little girl asked her Mom, "Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?"

The mom replies, "No, because she is in heat."

"What's that mean?" asked the child.

"Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage."

The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you."

The dad said, "Bring Belle over here."

He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent. The he said, "Okay, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block."

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash.

Surprised, the dad asked, "Where's Belle?"

The little girl said, "She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so another dog is pushing her home."

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Oh gawd ... this essay sucks major A S S
Since it's supposed a personal narrative I didn't really ellaborate on the concert itself but more of ... I don't even understand wtf I wrote LOL
Oh well here you gooooooo hope your eyes don't bleed and don't bitch at me if they do cause I warned youuuu~

I removed the title I gave the essay cause it's even more crappy than the essay itself HAHA
If you bribe me I may tell you what the title was ... >P

It is six o'clock on a Friday night in late February, it's winter and it’s cold. During this time most people would be in the comfort and warmth of their homes, but not I. On February 23 I was a block away from the Wiltern Theatre, in downtown Los Angeles, waiting in line for Tour07 Inward Scream by Dir en Grey.

My friend, Alix, and I had arrived at the Wiltern around 2:00 PM, four hours before the doors would open and five hours before the start of the concert. We had gotten there early in hopes of being able to get into the pit. The first 200 people in the venue were guaranteed access to the closest possible section to the band. After waiting in line for an hour our hopes of being in the pit were crushed. Someone had counted how many people were in line, we had missed the cut off by approximately 50 people.

I had thought our arriving early was in vain; since we basically wasted four hours to just sit in our assigned seats. During those four hours my friend and I talked to the people around us in line. It wasn’t entirely a waste because we had made new friends and acquaintances. It has been a little more than two months since the event and I still talk to two of the people we had met, Clara and Jo.

At 6:00 PM we all started getting very anxious, this was the time they were going to start letting people in! The time was gradually approaching seven o’clock and we weren’t even half way down the block. We were starting to worry about Dir en Grey playing before we even got into the theatre. Then we remembered that there was going to be two opening bands, Bleed the Dream and Fair to Midland, before Dir en Grey played. Comforted by this fact, we all were able to relax a bit.

As we started getting closer and closer to the entrance I had forgotten about the wind and the cold. Once I got to the door I pulled my ticket out to get scanned. I held my breath while it was being scanned. I was worried that a problem may happen while it was being scanned because the ticket was printed out from a PC. Then I looked ahead and saw Alix waiting for me and I became relieved. It was my first time using any form of ticketed that offered a print-out option from your PC.

When Alix and I made it inside we headed upstairs to the mezzanine level. Before we went to go find our seats we purchased some merchandise and the band’s latest album. Music could be heard playing outside in the halls but we knew it wasn’t Dir en Grey. After finding our seats we sat down and attempted conversation but the bands that played were simply too loud. The wait inside was tedious because the other bands held no interest to me.

After an hour and a half wait inside the theatre the last opening band finally left the stage. Roadies soon appeared on stage to tune the band’s instruments. Even though it wasn’t the band everyone started to cheer because the show was about to start soon. There was fabric over Shinya’s drums, which was lowered after the drums were done being adjusted. This had caused more cheers and screams of joy from all the fans.

The lights darkened and everyone became quiet, waiting with bated breath for the band to appear on stage. Shortly after the theatre darkened the screen on stage turned on with the words, “Dir en Grey Tour07 Inward Scream.” The whole theatre erupted into more cheers and screams and music started playing and lights were flashing. While I was looking at the screen the band had suddenly appeared on stage. I didn’t notice the exact moment they came on but it was as if they had magically appeared.

I had been listening to this band for nearly five years. I didn’t think I would ever get a chance to see Dir en Grey. A year before they had a concert, which I was unable to attend because the tickets had sold out on the pre-sale dates. I never thought that I would be able to see this band so soon after they had previous performances in the United States.

After the concert I couldn’t believe that I had just seen Dir en Grey. The whole performance was a myriad of sights and sounds. It was an amazing experience to see how much passion the fans and the band members had. The music was so loud you could feel in every inch of your body. Much of the performance was a blur to me though, but it was amazing nonetheless. It all seemed to go by a bit too fast, but the band had played for two hours.

Music is able to transcend the barriers of language. You don’t even need words in music to feel and understand what is trying to be conveyed. But the feelings won’t get across if the music is played without passion. All the members, Kaoru, Die, Toshiya, Shinya, and Kyo, all had the passion and skill to mesmerize and dazzle the audience. That day, February 23 2007, will never be forgotten by me.

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Too lazy to type some stupid intro crap about the confessions ... so here you go

I confess that ...
... I once cheated on a spelling test in second grade -- the word was 'elephant.'
-- There was a book sitting on my desk that had 'elephant' in the title. Coincidences like that shouldn't go to waste.
... I was never able to brush my hair on my own until I ten years old.
-- Lie
... my favorite part of the day is going to sleep so that I can dream.
-- My dreams kick ass.
... if I ever become a script writer/writer I would write about my dreams.
-- Hell yeah, see the above.
... deep down inside I'm really an attention whore.
-- As much as I don't want to admit this one, I reall do think this is true. Deep down inside everyone there is a little space (or big space cause some people really love attention) that wants attention.
... I consider myself to have less than 15 friends/best friends.
-- True true true. I don't even think I can name 10 friends.
... Gwen Stefani taught me how to spell 'bananas.'
-- Another one that I don't really want to confess to, but it's true.
... I hate MySpace.
-- Confession
... I hate blogging.
-- Confession
... I want to be a psychologist because my patients would be a source of amusement.
-- This is a half confession. I wouldn't really spend half of my life just so that I can obtain a degree to hear people bitch about their lives, that's what livejournal and another other type of blogging sites are for. But if I were to become a psychologist, that would be the reason. I wouldn't do it to help people. God, I'm such a horrible person >.<
... I would marry for money.
-- Money, me likey.
... my dream career is to be a fashion designer.
-- Confession
... I am currently obsessed with Final Fantasy XII.
-- When I made this, yes. At the moment, no. No, you're not going to know what my current obsession is now.
... I used to hate someone that I now consider my best friend.
-- It wasn't necessarily hate ... more of a dislike. Hate makes this confession sound more dramatic.
... half of my friends piss me off most of the time.
-- Half a confession. People, in general, just piss me off. My friends are people so unfortunately they piss me off, sometimes. I think I get more pissed at the fact that I don't know why they piss me off.
... I love to complain.
... I'm a hypocrite.
-- Aren't we all?
... I'm really happy that I changed schools.
-- Half confession, depends on my mood.
... one of my motives for applying for that scholarship to Germany is so that my family would miss me.
-- Maybe? I'd like to know the answer to this too! I don't even know why I want to go Germany. Oh wait, I remembered now. I get an extra year before I have to go college!
... I licked the tops of the soda cans that my grandmother drinks.
--- This is one is kind of gross, right? Well, I only did this once. I got one of the sodas she drinks and licked the top of it and stuck it in the fridge. Then I got thirsty and I just washed it off and ended up drinking it instead.

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Okay, since I gave a lot of crap about some of those secrets a while back I think it's only fair that I post up some of my secrets.
Since I'm going to be telling secrets they won't really be secrets anymore, so we'll call them confessions.
Although, there is a catch ... 
Not all of these confessions are real ... or are they?
Most of these "confessions" will be petty confessions. So don't be expecting to get any dirt on me!
Oh yeah, there's a second catch. I'll be kind enough to let you guys guess at which "confessions" are real confessions. You have until my birthday to guess and after my birthday I will tell you if you guess correctly or not. Oh, and if you think most of the confessions are wrong you're also allowed to guess which ones you think are real.
Now ... on with the confessions!
I confess that ...
01. ... I once cheated on a spelling test in second grade -- the word was
02. ... I was never able to brush my hair on my own until I ten years old. 
03. ... my favorite part of the day is going to sleep so that I can dream. 
04. ... if I ever become a script writer/writer I would write about my dreams. 
05. ... deep down inside I'm really an attention whore. 
06. ... I consider myself to have less than 15 friends/best friends.
07. ... Gwen Stefani taught me how to spell 'bananas.'
08. ... I hate MySpace
09. ... I hate blogging. 
10. ... I want to be a psychologist because my patients would be a source of 
11. ... I would marry for money. 
12. ... my dream career is to be a fashion designer.
13. ... I am currently obsessed with Final Fantasy XII.
14. ... I use to hate someone that I now consider my best friend. 
15. ... half of my friends piss me off most of the time. 
16. ... I love to complain.
17. ... I'm a hypocrite. 
18. ... I'm really happy that I changed schools. 
19. ... one of my motives for applying for that scholarship to Germany is so 
          that  my  family would miss me.
20. ... I licked the tops of the soda cans that my grandmother drinks.
Have fun guessing! Don't forget you have until my birthday to send in your guesses!
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A-Style Icon ...  which I know Shorty will OZ-Style it   -__- 

mmm blood orange 

Yes ... A-Style is REAL
Picture was taken in a bus. This was some sign I saw while we were sitting at the red stop light for ages. That sign is really really bright yellow and it caught my attention. Pretend the A is two stick figures, the dots are the head. If it takes you at least two minutes after this major hint to figure it out, go run out into the middle of a busy intersection. Although, I doubt what you see when you put it into that perspective is what was intended of the design. But I like to believe that it is intended homo-propaganda.
Rome, Italy (Roma, Italia)


Jan. 20th, 2007 09:27 pm
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I bet Shorty that there were probably already 100 characters in Prince of Tennis that I know of already. But it turns out I was wrong *shock* *gasp* WRONG?! WHAT THE HELL?! It turns out there are 96 characters that I know of so far. I only counted the characters I've seen in the anime (tv series only) and manga (up to vol. 26). But there is sooo 100 characters already! Cause I don't know the name of the other two coaches of Midoryama. Didn't add Sasabe cause I don't know his first name or his father's name either. Then there is also Kachiro's father, who's first name I do not know. If I included them there would be 101 characters! yay! In the end I was correct after all because I'm always right!

* This list will be updated once I catch up on the OVA and the manga. I didn't include any of the teams in the nationals because I've only seen 3 National OVA.

Seishun Gakuen - Seigaku

001. Tezuka Kunimitsu - Captain
002. Oishi Syuichiroh - Vice-Captain
003. Kikumaru Eiji
004. Fuji Syusuke
005: Inui Sadaharu
006. Kawamura Takashi (Taka)
007. Kaido Kaoru (Viper)
008. Momoshiro Takeshi (Momo)
009. Echizen Ryoma

010. Arai Masashi - Club Member
011. Ikeda Masaya - Club Member
012. Hayashi Daisuke - Club Member
013. Horio Satoshi - Club Member
014. Kato Kachiro - Club Member
015. Mizumo Katsuo - Club Member

016. Ryuzaki Sumire - Coach
017. Ryuzaki Sakuno - Student
018. Osakada Tomoka - Student

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Did you know Fuji Syusuke from Prince of Tennis had silver hair when he was younger?

Then someone pointed out that, "Fuji looks like Gin from Bleach there."

My response was, "That is Gin." 

Tricking people into believing lies is one of my hobbies.

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So yeaaah ... yesterday was really ... uhh something

I was supposed to go to school to turn in my last unit of math. Then my grandma says that I have to walk home, so she told my brother to go to school too. My brother was all WTF and he didn't want to go. Then he was asking her why he had to go too. My grandma told him so that he can walk home with me, she didn't want me walking that far by myself.

I was woah confused and asked why she couldn't pick us up, and she says because she has to go to the hospital. Now hold up, wtf I thought I was going too! So then she was all telling me how I didn't tell her that I was going with her and she didn't know I was going with her. Which I told her like five times before she went to bed that I would go with her. I ended up not going to school. I was really happy about that, even though I woke up at 5 am I still wasn't able to finish all my work within three hours.

We go to the hospital, I know hospitals smell and all ... but this one just fucking reeked! My grandpa was scheduled to have surgery at one. One o'clock comes by ... nothing. My mom comes and we're waiting and waiting. Then my grandma kept saying the whole time while we were waiting that she wanted to eat the cereal she brought along. My mom was all wtf eat it then. Grandma says something about once she pours the milk in that the people will come. So my grandma finally decides to have her cereal. She opens the milk and waits. Guess what! The people come! Whoo~

Grandpa goes into surgery around 3 and my grandma was told that this surgery lasts around 3-5 hours. My mom was all bored so there's the church of Scientology across the street. So we dared each other to go to the church ... but my mom tries to some church thing called Self-Realization Fellowship and she's all thinking it's the Scientology place. I'm like dood this isn't the right place and we're standing outside and she's all telling me to be quiet. I point to the sign above us and then tell her the Scientology is the one next door.

While we're walking to Scientology place I'm all joking to my mom about how the Self-Realization Fellowship is a cult and whatever. Behind the Self-Realization place there were houses that had the same design style as the buildings of that church thingamabob. One of the houses has it's gate open and I tell my mom, "That open gate is a test. It's really a cult and they're making sure that no one strays from their faith. If they try to leave they failed the test. Then they get stranded in some undeveloped country." Then my mom doesn't start walking towards the entrance of the Scientology place so we just walk past it, but it looks like they have apartments or something ... So of course, I have to talk shit again, "That's where they keep their cult members. They pay rent too." My mom asks me how much do they pay and I tell her $35,000 a month and they don't go to hell.

In the end we just walked right past by the Scientology place while making more jokes about it. We continue our little walking tour and we found this really cute store. Seriously, I am sooo going back there. Then like near the store was a tattoo parlor, of course my mom had to stop here. At the tattoo parlor we were looking at the designs and work the guy did. I guess the guy had tatted up some famous people too, he has these pictures of them and they have autographs saying shit about thank you and blah blah. I have a feeling that's the next place my mom is going for her next tattoo.
*FYI: My mom is not all tatted up, she just has an ankh on the back of her neck.

Then we return back and then my mom realizes she has double medical coverage. Basically she can go to any Kaiser hospital and not pay anything. Her foot has some shit I dunno how to type. Has to do with some messed up tendon. Her original doctor had never taken an x-ray and it's been like three months since whatever and it still hurts her. She gets an x-ray, they don't see any fracture so it's just whatever the original doctor said it was. After that it's more waiting!

We waaiit and waiiit then we're kicked out of this one room at 8 o'clock, so everyone has to go wait in the main hospital lobby. The lobby is noisy and my mom is all getting pissed so we decide to go to some place to eat. We come back then my grandma has disappeared! OMG Naw, not really, she went to the waiting room in the cardiac department. Around 9:45 the main doctor that performed the surgery and he explains what he did. It's like okay wtf, what's the point of explaining this stuff? First off we only understand about 40% of the words you used that had more than 7 letters. Not only that, but we don't understand the context in which you've used them in.

Then we had to wait a bit more to finally see my grandpa. An hour later we able to see him, 10:45. I totally did not get the point in seeing him. He was hooked up to all this stuff because he just got out of surgery. He had some machine breathing for him and had blood being pumped into him. I totally do not understand this ... I don't think I ever will. I would have just visited whoever it is before the surgery, maybe wait to see how the surgery went, then go home and come back when they person finally wakes up.

My grandma asks how long it will take and they say that he'll probably wake up at 6 - 9 am. I ask when we're going home and seems my grandma plans on waiting until he wakes up. You're only allowed two people at a time visiting once per hour for five minutes. I really did not see the point at all in that. This point I'm tired and I want to sleep in my own bed. So I had to like beg my mom to take me home and switch my spot out with my brother.

I planned on going to sleep when I came home but my mom was tired so she slept in my bed so I had to stay up even longer. As I type this I've been up for a whole day, seriously ... and in the past 48 hours I've only slept for 3-4 hours ... I'm not bitching right here, cause I'm seriously not really tired anymore. But It's just really interesting. My brother should be at the hospital right now and my mom should be getting ready for work. My grandma's dedication to my grandpa really just surprised me. I know that if I were her I would have gone home. That's my interesting day the end~

Hospitals smell bad T__T

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deer santa:
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer.
Yer Frend, BiLLy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I
send you a frigging book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving
your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace
and joy in the world for everybody!

Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?

Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my
mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love,

Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a
hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your
frigid, fat mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that
dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead. Maybe you can build
yourself a family with those?

Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum
kit, a pony and a tuba. Love, Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.

Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for
your reindeer outside the back door.

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face when
riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Two words, Jim Beam.

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend, Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made by little kids like you in China Every year I give
them a slice of bread as a Christmas bonus. I have a condo in Vegas,
where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by
drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses
while losing money at the craps table.
P.S. Tell your mom she got the part.

Long Dong Claus,

Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake,
like in the song? Love, Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping
your house. Santa

Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE
PLEASE could I have one? Timmy

That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't
work with me. You're getting an ugly sweater again. Santa

Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky

First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your ass
kicked at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a
low-rent, ghetto apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just
like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams,


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