*gigglesnort*

So yeah. My finger is bleeding from a pretty small cut. I dried up the blood a bit and got distracted by something. I look down at my finger a few seconds later and it looks like something out of a horror film. Like totally macabre. It was awesome. Seriously weird no? That I find this fascinating while others would probably cringe. Heh, I think it's all dried up on my finger now. Little gobs of dried blood on your finger feels really weird you know? It also looks kinda rubbery when I stretch the skin. This is so freaking cool.

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And I am sooooo weird.

Marissa-Issa <3

You are like my best commenter. I love you for that like a bunch. -showers with LOVE-

IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M NOT INVISIBLE! =D

Although what's with you trying to get me with people? Not that I mind. It's just well...odd I suppose.

My first nonhuman crush was on Forte. You know who he is? Ne? Ne? He's more commonly known as Bass here in the US.

Inky Hearts~

Today I saw Inkheart and it was actually pretty good. I'll have to reread the book again though because I don't remember it that well and I'm pretty sure the book didn't end the way the movie did. But hey that happens a lot in movies doesn't it? Even if it didn't end like the book it was still really good. And all the bad guys and creatures summoned out of the book were pretty cool with the writing on them and all. (And this one henchman with the red hair was pretty hot.)

Lucky buggers...

Does anyone else watch Justice League? (Granted it's a few years old and it is on Boomerang.) But it's awesome! Lex Luthor is great at mind games. Like seriously. And flying has to be one of the coolest powers ever! Although if I had to choose a power I'd probably go for super speed. (Or controlling plants just like Poison Ivy.) Because let's face it with super speed you can kick serious butt and you've got great agility. The only downside would be a high metabolism.

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I kinda want to be The Flash next year for Halloween. And I really, really wanna start reading the comics.

Gummi Bears

It's almost scary isn't it? I don't even remember what this show was even about. I just recognize the artwork. I wonder if they're edible. I mean they are gummi bears after all aren't they? Huh. Do you think they can procreate?

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I am seriously weird. I doubt anybody else would even think about these things!

aNd If I dIe BeFoRe I wAkE i PrAy ThE lOrD mY sOuL tO tAkE

I had a really creepy dream last night. Of course, I didn't notice how creepy it was when I first woke up. Because well I wasn't really focused on it. But later on (like in sixth period) I began thinking, actually thinking, about it and I got some chills down my spine.

But in my dream I was just sitting in this room. A room of essentially nothingness. There were no walls, floors, roofs, paint, furniture or noise of any sort. No nothing. Not one little thing. And I'm just sitting there slumped up against air or something. And the next second I look down and I see that my stomach is cut open. No blood or anything oozing out but I can like see my organs and insides. I'm pretty sure if I peeled back the skin further I'd be able to see my beating heart. Just going bump bump bump bump and pulsing and looking all shiny and nice. Like it had just been polished. But I didn't pull it. I just stared at it for a second before I started sewing myself back up with a thread and needle. (Even I'm not sure where the needle and thread came from. It was just there.) Just in and out and in and out and in and out of the skin. All the way down to the bottom. Where I stared at it once more before I yanked it straight out. Like if you were yanking at a stubborn piece of string that had gotten caught. After I had just sewn myself all up. Nice and pretty like. And then. I started the process all over again. Fixing and breaking and fixing and breaking and fixing and breaking.

And then I woke up.

(And yes. I am a total dork.)

Last one for the night ladies and gentlemen. So does anyone remember that wacky little cartoon called Darkwing Duck? Well, I sure do. Looking back at it I've realized it was one of my favorites. (You can even find the episodes on Youtube if you want which I totally recommend.) My favorite villain is Quackerjack. I have a thing for villains. Especially ones with a clown/jester theme. (For example: The Joker, Harley Quinn, etc.) Shut up. They're totally awesome! You so can't deny that. Which brings me to my next question. Superhero or villain? What would you be? Personally I'd be a villain. Although I'd probably fail at it horribly so if I had to choose who my foe would be (AKA the hero) I'd have to choose The Flash. Because damn it, he cares for his baddies! (And he's just plain funny.)

*Gauntlet

Fighting through the undead, destroying hordes, killing bosses, and dodging spikes and flames is how I can distinctly remember my first crush. And no, it was not a video game character for all of you thinking it. The game was Gauntlet (for the Nintendo64) and I used to play it with both my sister and him. It did not matter how far we got as long as we had fun. We were both about eight or nine (maybe older than that. My memory is a little fuzzy.) with my sister a year older. My dad was friends with his dad so naturally that is how we first met.

Now, I do not remember our first meeting exactly. Just that video game. Always that video game. He always chose the Red Warrior while I usually chose the Green Valkyrie or the Green Archer. My sister changed hers a lot. We did not see each other very often but when we did it was usually when both our family’s were going out to eat together at some italian restaurant. So I suppose you could assume that pizza reminds me of him too.

I developed a little school girl crush on him if you will, like all little girls do sometime in their childhood. I am positive he might have known about it, but I never told him through actual words. God no, I was too shy for that. (And still am.) I was merely content with being around him. With being his friend. “But nothing gold can ever stay.” (Congrats if you know where that quote is from.) We started growing up and we started growing apart. Part of that might have been from his parents getting divorced. Or it could have just been a boy thing. I am not exactly sure nor do I really care. I do miss him though I will not deny that. I do not know if I would ever really want to meet him again though. Not to sound mean or anything it’s just that he might have changed a lot since then. He could be someone totally different. Nothing like that nice yet slightly annoying boy from my memories.

I actually do believe that he ended up moving. Not too sure about that part though. He could very well still be in the house where he grew up at. I’m really just not sure. I actually ended up losing contact with him. The only thing I won’t ever forget about him is his name and his messy brown hair and eyes. And maybe we will see each other again someday. Who knows honestly? I think we might still be getting Christmas cards from them. I never did not pay attention to the cards that much. I just hung them up. Actually I take back what I said before about not wanting to meet him. I think I would actually like to see him. To see how his personality has developed, if he even still remembers me, or even remembers that game. That wonderful, wonderful game.

Shot through the heart and your too late! (Darling, you give love a bad name.)

(Sorry. Song got me again.)

Mr. Thompson you know when you first brought up the creative writing thing this week? My brain had started formulating little stories about an epic conquest or dragons and wizards and princesses and the like. And you actually got me a bit excited! Well until you said the literary nonfiction thing that is. That just shot me straight down from whatever cloud I was on. Because making stories from my memories isn't fun. Some things (like the 'love' topic for example) are just a tiny bit personal and I don't want to share them. At all. Like ever. Even if threatened with death. A really, really painful slow death! Same thing with poems. They're ok and all that jazz but I just hate having to write them down. You can't force me damn it! It doesn't work that way!

What is love? (Baby don't hurt me.)

To start off I just had to put that second part in the title or else the song would've haunted me. If you don't know what song I'm talking about then you suck. I'm not going to sugar coat any of this.

Main part coming up. Get ready now or it'll sucker punch you.

How does one know what love really truly is? Is it just infatuation? Lust? RADIO ACTIVE SLIME? Because believe me this secret knowledge has completely surpassed me. Of course, I've never dated someone so that may be part of the problem. But then again how do you know you like a person like that? Do you see that someone as a potential marriage candidate or are they just a person your dating until you realise they're just your fuck buddy/love slave? Love honestly confuses me.

Yeah...

Anyone else forget about the New Years? I sure did. I only realised it when I saved my game. Sad? Very. I'm still wondering to myself how I didn't hear the fireworks clearly going off in the background. This is what happens when I get totally into a video game or get absorbed in my thoughts. I lose track of everything around me.