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Quote of the moment:
"GACKT!" -Blayne

Finished Valley of the Dolls. It taught me that 'dolls' is a slang term for pills...so the song Spellbound by Siouxsie & The Banshees has a new meaning for me now, seeing as how the majority of the dolls in the book were red. Hence, entry title. It also had a basically realistic ending, and I was depressed by it because of the implications. I was also struck once again by the ridiculousness of sex scenes. At least they weren't very explicit, because then I might have had to explain my derisive laughter to someone. I don't mind a tender moment now and then. Goodness knows, I've written more than my share. But I'm going to go back in Batalha and tone those down with everything else, because they strike me as just...unreal. Improbably and silly. It screams "ROMANCE NOVEL-ESQUE 8D" at me.
Also, getting addicted to pills and booze and demerol shots is retarded, so don't do it.

I don't know that I'll have the money to tromp off to San Fran with Trish...and I don't know how to drive so I wouldn't be much help, other than to make conversation and play DJ. Oh yeah, baby. Look out for DJ Kyrie and Trish la Dish. And as long as I pay attention to the details and stop selling myself short, I can make a fairly okay attempt at navigation. If I have directions.
Still...I can't drive. I don't think Petrea will have enough time to teach me when she gets back from Haiti. She never has time for things, and I don't want her to have to take off from work.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too accommodating. I also wonder why I bother worrying about people I've never met or never see anymore.

Miklos is a fun name. I will use it for something soon.

-Kchano <((_.)>

sanity was maintained @ 07:45 p.m.

Mostly I just say, "No. :D" when people have wished me a happy Valentine's Day, but Will presented such a lovely opportunity.

Ball of sexiness: Happy VD!
KchanZombie: xDD
KchanZombie: I just can't respect a holiday that is not only about having sex, but shares its initials with a sexually transmitted disease.
KchanZombie: xDD
Ball of sexiness: LMFAO!!

The boycott is still going on. It's just not going on with much activity this time. Mostly just mildly ingoring it, with a scattering of retorts.

I've made a robot out of sculpey. He needs a name. I tried to get Lars to help me name him, on threat of naming it Lars out of spite if assistance was not given. Lars did not speak to me (as is mostly the case...Lars often doesn't talk, but when he does it's always interesting). So, either I call it Lars, or I keep calling it Bubblebott. I dubbed it Bubblebott because the majority of his junk is in the trunk. He's even over-balanced by his rear and can't stand up without being leaned against something. Actually, it's because of not getting the angle of his legs right when I was making him, and I could easily remedy the situation by adding more sculpey to the backs of his feet. But still. The fact remains that my robot has a large derriere.

Painted with Kim on Saturday. Nathan called, but I already had plans with Kim, and I didn't get home until two in the morning.

One more Sunday, people. One more, and I will have come closer to a goal I've had for a long time. This, to me, is the most important thing I've ever done (to date), and it's both exhilirating and scary. Mostly I'm giddy, but there's still a twinge of, "What if I'm not ready yet?" hovering over my head. Luckily it's just a mild twinge and not a hard pinch.

I'm finally getting a massage tomorrow. Joy ensues.

Happily, I was able to find a copy of Anna Karenina that did not have mention of Oprah on the cover. Now, I've got nothing against Oprah and the books she may or may not have actually read and then slapped her name onto. But something about a person putting their name on something that does not belong to them in any way seems wrong to me. Of course, it well may get a menopausal housewife to skip the romance novels and read something with more depth, but come to think of it, after reading the short blurb on the dust jacket of Anna Karenina more thoroughly....

Degauss is a fun word, and don't you try to deny it.

Tim is lucky not to be dead right now. He ate some rickrack(sp?), and well. We had to pull it out of him. From...not his mouth. Mom did the honors, while I held him down. He was (understandably) royally pissed about it, and spent several minutes cleaning himself and making weird noises. I mean, weirder than usual, even. I had no idea he'd eaten so much of it. I found the rest, and threw it out, too. Then mom and I scrubbed the floors really hard. Could have been worse, though.

I had something else to say, but I can't remember what it was.

-Kchano <((_6)>

sanity was maintained @ 08:04 p.m.

One of the spam e-mails I got today had the weirdest subject I've seen so far, simply because of the last part:
"surprise your girlfriend this night and make her feel better! stab whimper"
What exactly is going on there? Is this subject trying to imply that stabbing her is going to make her feel better, or is she stabbing her boyfriend for getting his relationship advice from spam? Or was it just there to try to make me curious, and read the e-mail? Which I did not do, because it was spam.

Eh.

Some one on LJ has a Boondock Saints icon. It's way cool, and has the whole prayer that Conner and Murph say, and even though the quality of the pictures had to be pretty low resolution (because it is not a short prayer), it was still great because I saw it shortly after my post in which I mentioned the movie.

I'm wondering a lot lately about the people I went to school with and haven't seen in a long time. I wonder if that part of my life is completely closed off now, and I wonder if that's maybe not such a bad thing.

I also wonder why I never have anything very interesting to say. So I think I'll go play WoW for a while. Except I think J-D is home now, and will want to play. Crap.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 08:27 p.m.

My dad used the not-a-real-word 'symbology' tonight. After a brief struggle with hysterical laughter, I said, "You mean symbolism?" as calmly as I could. But inside, I was laughing. Really, really hard. And anyone who has seen Boondock Saints and liked it as much as I did will know why.
When J-D got home a few minutes ago, I told him about it, and we shared a laugh. As I sat down to write this, I heard J-D muttering to himself (along with his weird chuckle), "Symbology..." he came in to my room and said, "You know, I think people should only be allowed to use that word if they've seen the movie."
I don't agree with that, though. It's a lot funnier when the person using it has no idea why you're covering laughter with a fit of coughing. It's a good thing I had that blanket to burrow under, just in case I couldn't hide my grin.

I spent a horrible amount of time sleeping today, which sucks because I hate sleeping all day. I finally got up when the bread machine started making its horrible rumbling noises. S'okay though. That dream was too convoluted even for me.

Basically, Thomas Conway (ebineesy, from DA) and I were about to ignore how crappy he was to me last year, and run for our lives together. You see, he was missing, and I was screaming his name and running around looking for him in a panic, when he came staggering back to...I have no idea where we were, but there were a lot of Japanese people there and it was some kind of competition involving parachutes and team work and rolling down hills, and a lot of other stuff that I don't remember.
Anyway, he'd just been attacked by Cinnabon's evil army of the undead. No joke. He had a glowing blue bite on his shoulder. I wish I wasn't serious about the details of this dream, but really, he did. I got the idea that it was a werewolf that bit him. According to Stephen King, if you have a certain power, you can see who has been a victim of a vampire. It leaves a blue glow, see? But there were distinctly werewolf-shaped tooth marks and it was a dream so I don't really care to go over the, ha ha, symbolism there. Then again, it's according to Stephen King. I have nothing against his writing. I like a lot of it. But I don't believe it.
I know, man. Stupid dream. I mean, seriously, Cinnabon having an evil (and possibly somehow radioactive - or, dare I say...genetically altered/engineered - or BOTH!) army? Yeesh. Sounds like a Sci-Fi made for T.V. movie starring Dean Kaine...Kane? Err Cane? Whatever.
It did remind me of how surreal it can be, when some one hurts another person somehow and then everyone pretends that nothing happened.

Come on, the guy called me asinine because I told him that I think what is art to one person isn't art to another, and thus art and artists are difficult to decide on conclusively. There's always going to be some one who doesn't like the piece. To that person, your painting or whatever is a waste of time, is not art, and because of that you are not an artist to that person. And it goes both ways. If that's asinine, then I'm asinine.
I'm okay with it now, though. I just have to content myself with the fact that he's a pretentious art snob, and reconcile it with the fact that he's a good artist, attractive, and can be really funny. But something in me wants desperately to believe that people who can express themselves with so much talent are not flawed in some unacceptable way. It is entirely possible that this is because I have been told that I'm a good artist, and I don't want to believe that I myself might possess one of these abhorred flaws. Because nobody wants to be an art snob.

Need new headphones. I've upped my MacGyver skills by using duct tape and a hair clip to get mine to stay on properly, but my hair is rather fine, and things like hair clips and elastics slide out of it with relative ease.

I want to play WoW, but J-D got home before I could log on. I felt really awkward because he came home when I was in the middle of praying, and I feel really uncomfortable praying around my siblings, seeing as how they've all left the church. It's worst with 'Trea (she thinks that the L.D.S. church is a cult).
Coming from a family with more than one child, I know what it's like to argue with my brothers and sisters (mostly just Debbie though). I have gotten into many of the I'm-right-you're-wrong fights, and so I know that there's a certain tone of voice used when Kid A (mmmmRadiohead) tells Kid B that Kid B is stupid and possibly is a booger-eater and should stick their head in a certain kind of dip that isn't for eating, although for the sake of rhyming, mention is made of chips.
But I can say without any presumption, contempt, condescension, or pride in my voice that I know this church is true. I can say it humbly, and with perfect conviction. That means a lot to me because I stumble around through life filled with doubts about myself, my future, and my choices. It's nice to be certain for once.

Did I mention that I talk too much?

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 09:35 p.m.

Mmmyeah.

-Kchano <((__x)>

sanity was maintained @ 05:22 a.m.

Well. Hchano is staying in California. Kim kept telling me that Hchano would not be coming back. I was half way in denial, but I kind of knew it would probably happen this way.
As I was crying, Tim came in and put his paws on my thigh, so I bent down to pet him, and he sniffed my cheek. It was somehow comforting.
Mom walked by to tell me goodnight, and in a rather choked up voice, I told her about Heather staying in California, and as we were hugging, Tim came back in and headbutted me...in the butt. At first I thought it was the chair bumping into me, but then I realized that it was the wrong side. So. I guess Tim likes me after all. xD

I keep tearing up. I'm gonna be so congested tomorrow x_x

Accidentally killed my headphones. Sorta. They still work. But one of the ear pieces snapped off so I had to fix it with duct tape. I am so stylin' now. I would strut, but I haven't the faintest idea of how strutting works, so I will just smirk or something.

Gonna try and get some money together to go with Trish to San Fran, because road trips = rock on, and it also means that I can visit Josh and Hchano.

The e-mail I sent to Joel the other night didn't come back to me, so I hope he will check his mail soon and respond. I want to know if he got that CD.

I have realized that some types of success scare me. Not as much as failure, though. But still, this presents an obvious problem.

Kim and Tyson broke up. She seems to be okay though. I'm thinking of baking her something anyway. xD

OH MAN. McKinley said something the other day that sounded like "bake" so this is how the convo went after that:
Me> You are the baker?
McKinley> Yeah.
Me> You like to bake?
McKinley> Yeah!
Me> Make no mistake, you like to bake 8DD?
McKinley> Yah-huh!
Me> ::cracking up::
McKinley> ::laughing obliviously with me::
It rocked so hard, you guys. You don't even know dude.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 11:26 p.m.

Please read this. It's hard to find good writing on DA. There are many people who don't write, and so it's hard to find the ones that write well. And then there are the ones like Joel who write really well, but seem to have dropped off the face of the Earth.

Been feeling kinda gross lately, but I got some painting done last week, and I'm happy with that. It's a big piece, at Kim's studio. I have some qualms with it because there is so much going on in the piece. It's huge, and there's something different in each corner, as well as in the center. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it.
I realized that I have a lot of pieces that are too big to scan, and I like a lot of them. I never can gat around to photoraphing them for some reason, though.

Kristen's mix is ready to mail.

Headaches are no fun.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 07:03 p.m.

I swear that was a typo. I was going to put pixels and mixes, and the l was just...subconscious or something. And I an too tired to care if you believe me or not. I was just thinking mostly about how there was a lot more work put into that doll I posted in Das Rob's forums than I thought. I just didn't notice because I enjoyed all the fine tuning and tweaking. I'm OCD like that, yah?

Anyway, have some new CD covers posted on my GJ. I need to get Kristen's mix burned and mailed to her, because I've got the cover ready. I like it a lot.

But yeah, it's three-thirty and I have to be up and ready for church by mid-morning, and I am feeling sick. So I'm going to bed.

-Kchano <((_x)>

sanity was maintained @ 03:22 a.m.

Hung out with Kim and Mirriam tonight. It was awesome. We laughed a lot, really loud. It was good to laugh like that with some one again.

Much later today, say, when it isn't two in the morning, I will model for Megan at the photo place she works at. Graduation photos, in a cap and gown. It will be weird, I think, since I didn't Walk with a capitol W, yes.
Then tonight, hopefully I paint with Kim. I have a mix that I want her to hear before I put a cover on it and call it done.

I have nineteen screen names for Fattu. I need to remember to make him tell me which ones he uses. That boy makes screen names like rabbits make more rabbits. ::wink nudge:: Aw yeah. Except not because it's Will. xD;

I wish you would try something different. I wish you would progress. On the other hand, I wish you hadn't changed so much, at least not as fast as you did. It hurts that you did, and that there's no going back.

'Ve got a tickle in my throat. I don't want to get sick right now. I always have so much to do when I get sick, and then I feel bad for not being able to do it.

I realized tonight that I talk really fast sometimes. Hmm.

-Kchano <((_-)> --EDIT a few minutes later--

I remembered what I said to Kim. Sorta. But I'm not telling you. :D

sanity was maintained @ 01:48 a.m.

When J-D got home, he told me that some one in the neighborhood was playing the bagpipes. I took off my headphones, and went to stand by the front door, and sure enough, there was somebody out there, jamming on their bagpipes. It made my day so much better. xD

Since when is nearly twenty-one old? ::huff::

Megan and I went to Impressions yesterday, and I got my hair cut/styled. It's really cute, and I'm very happy that it isn't all the same length anymore because this suits me better. It's a sort of chunky (Megan's word for it) cut. I like it a lot. The girl who cut it is named Heather. And she has hair like Hchano's lovely Tristen...which amused me, since even the coloring was the same.
Mint shampoo smells really good. Well...if you like mint, anyway.
We then went to Wal-Mart and Megan bought me lipgloss, which looks nothing like its name: Antique Bronze. It's pink. And as far as I know, bronze, even when antique, is not pink. But it looks good on me, so it doesn't matter.
Thus ends one of the most girly things I've ever written voluntarily, and in seriousness. XDD

I think my doodle journal entries are going well...I'm up to number four, and have some vague plans for the fifth. But I'm feeling kind of sick right now so it can wait.

I think I'm going to stop doing reviews on books. It just doesn't interest me as much any more.

I hate the yawns that make my eyes water.

Some kid was skateboarding on Kim's road, and when I went past it with McKinley, he stopped and walked until he'd passed us, and then started to skateboard again. That struck me as weird until I remembered that there's a hill there, which ends close to my house, and, coincidentally, is about where he caught up with us.

Megan asked if I needed hairclips, and I said no because I have some...but I want some cute ones. I doubt my plan to make some will work, but I'm really picky about this kind of thing and have no idea where I'd go about getting some.

Bleh. Feeling gross.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:51 p.m.

On a whim, I was thinking of making a list of all the people I am secretly in love with, but then I realized that it would be too time consuming, and I'd most likely forget a few people. And then the all-important Otaku Question: Do the fake ones count, or...?

The random breathing in Hungry Like the Wolf is funny and pointless. As is the, "Aaauuu!" in the background near the end of the song.

But the Jimmy Wood song about pirates is awesome. I just wish the recording was of better quality. It's going on Kristen's mix anyway though. Because it's great. It's just...the way he says, "GOOOooolldd doubloons. Piiiirates' doubloonnnss..." and then talks about how pirates being roll models is debatable.
It's true though. They raped and murdered people, and most likely had very bad hygiene. And no matter which way you spin it, that's just not cool. Take that, Grunge movement of the 1990's. Yeah, Kurt. I'm talking to you. Just 'cause you're dead doesn't mean I can't make comments on how...well, grungy you were. Yeesh.
And no, while having ninja skills would be completely awesome, killing people is still not a good thing, no matter how cool you look when you do it.

Funny...I keep thinking about three-piece suits. ::face slides off, a la Taye Diggs::

I need one o dems keyboards what's quiet, me.

Run, by Snow Patrol makes me so happy. Seriously, this song makes me think of Sans Gloamer. You guys just don't know that yet, because I'm the only one who knows what happens.

Had a fun time with Ian and Helena today. And I've been taking McKinley down on walks every morning. The only negative part is that I'm getting those horrible, nagging urges to be a mother. I wonder if guys ever have problems with having fatherly urges? I hope so. Or else. >/

Ugh. J-D called me, to see if he and some guy can play WoW...in my room. See, J-D will get on his computer, and his friend will be on mine.
I'm way too accomodating, and said yes.
I told him that if my room smelled like boy when I got home, I'd be so mad at him. And I will, because boys are stinky xO

Bleh.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 08:35 p.m.

sanity was maintained @ 08:35 p.m.

Kristen and Luna have mixes now. They just haven't been burned yet.

And Linard has the coolest picture ever.

I also took a quiz on Lisa's LJ (I'd link it but it's friends only now, so xP) and it turns out that I am Serius Black. So, not only am I completely awesome, I am...dead. Oh well.

-Kchano <((_n)>

sanity was maintained @ 05:00 a.m.

Megan> Hey McKinley, what are you doing?

McKinley> ::has his fists clenched in the air, and is shaking spasmodically:: I'm freakin' out!

I don't care if she taught him to do it. It's still really funny to see.

sanity was maintained @ 10:33 a.m.

The first entry of my doodle journal, which I don't know if I posted about or not.

The second entry, which I know I haven't posted about yet because...I just posted it.

Don't go expecting any kind of quality from these doodle entries. They're doodles.

A poem written in a style influenced by Charles Simic, content-wise. Seriously Joel, that book is so awesome and I will never get tired of it. Highfives to Joel xO!

Took McKinley down to the dirt pits to look at some trucks that were working there. Had one of those...rock things. You know. That crunch up rocks, and then the dirt gets propelled out on this chute, and ends up making a huge "mountain" (McKinley's word for it) on the ground.

Being out in the cold without a hat causes brain freeze the likes of which ice cream and slushies can only dream of. I bet they're wet dreams, too. Ah-hah-hah.

I truly did not mean to give you hope. It's just that I can't get you completely out of my head, and I also can't bring myself to lie about it.

My books are due back at the library today.

Ashleigh's journal is a lot more interesting than mine. If her journal were a book, I wouldn't be able to put it down. Fortunately, my head hurts if I look at the computer for too long, so I haven't exhausted my resources yet.

HEY LUNA. WELCOME HOME.

Yeah. You heard read me.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 10:05 a.m.

For Linard. I wanted to wait to post it until I got wind of it reaching her.

I seriously need to check out the forums more often, seeing as how I had no idea if Luna was back yet. She is. x__x;

Did lots of chores, and I should be tired, since I got up at around 8:30 in the ey-emm. Still, the FMS has not been this bad since middle school, and I'm not surprised.

I think I'll take a walk, once I've finished giving Luna's new mix a listen.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 04:12 a.m.

I finished Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin...and even though I knew it would end well, and how it would end...I still got all giddy when everything worked out. I really enjoyed the book, and still have no plans to see Bridget Jones' Diary, because really...I just read the book that the...book was based on. e__e;

I have a mild addiction to WoW. I've gotten to the point where I'm ready to party up with people, and take down the bigger things. Besides, I'd forgotten how nice it is to know some one has my back, and that I can give them the assurance that I have theirs. I was lucky enough to meet some nice people who were all on the same quest as I was, and since there's no way anyone could have finished that quest alone, it was nice for the three of us to do it together.
I'm not completely aquainted with all the tricks and macros or whatever they're called yet. See, you can have your character say things, and direct actions towards people, like, "So-and-so smiles at you." stuff like that. I'm not sure how to go about making my character smile/wave/point at anything or anyone yet...and I've been so used to RO, where I just move the mouse and click on the text bar...but with WoW, there isn't one. You have to press enter, and then talk. I have a hard time remembering to press enter first sometimes.
It's really hard to type and move at the same time, but I don't want to just stop moving and talk. There are aggros out there on the road. Lots and lots of aggros.
It makes me conscious of Liane's statement that women should have at least three arms, just to be able to handle all the things they need to do all at once. Of course, she was speaking in reference to child rearing, not gaming...but since I have characters to level instead of children to raise, why not connect the two and be done with it?

I like three-piece suits. Mike Miller was wearing one at church, and it looked really good on him. Black suit, dark red tie. His cologne was nice...hhhhmoving on.

Hchano and Jeishanou, and Linard got their mixes...so hopefully this means that Joel got his as well.
I need to hang out with Ashleigh, so I can give her the mix I made for her before she left for J-Ville. We had plans, but neither she nor I thought it a good idea for her to be walking to the bus stop in a doom storm, so they didn't work out.

My parents and I bantered this morning. It was way fun but kind of weird, because I was bantering with my parents. It's not as strange as the awkward camraderie between J-D and myself. I know what he did, and it hurts to think about it, even though it happened so long ago. So many years have gone by, but there are ripples from that particular stone that are still causing waves in the lives of a few of us. For me, they are just waves, but I fear that for others they're still on par with tsunami. If she'd just deal with it, go to a therapist, and if he'd just say he was sorry...even though it would never be enough, nothing is ever enough in that kind of situation.... The effort at it would be helpful. Even if he acknowledged it, it might help. I admire her ability to pretend that nothing happened. I have to work on that myself, actually, but I don't know that I ever could. I wonder if it's like that for all of us? We're sisters in more ways than one now, and I wonder sometimes...if we all knew it, would we draw closer together? Would we understand each other more?
I don't want to think about it, don't want to talk about it, but I can't erase it and I can't help talking once the subject is brought up. It has to be there. I have to say it, even if I'd really prefer not to. I have always had the need to explain myself, it's a strange need that has always been with me and that I can't seem to escape.
When it's happened, there's an angle that wasn't there before; a new way of seeing, and now it goes to the bone, to the marrow, and pierces; through one side and out the other, it clots and flows, over and over. You worry it like an oyster with a grain of sand. Not all oysters make pearls, and not all pearls are perfect. What you do with the dirt is up to you. Gonna try for a necklace, me.

That was about the cheesiest thing ever. I'm so proud of myself.

Too bad I didn't check my e-mail for a few days, and didn't see The Rob's request for my attendance on the fifteenth. These things always seem to happen when I don't check my e-mail.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 12:24 p.m.

An icon for Kallie posted, with credit paid where it has been demanded.

Valley Winter Song makes my ears go, "8D!"

The usual Friday group came over for dinner tonight: Megan, Robert, Melissa, Russ, and Leslie. Mom joined us in the family room, and we watched Steel Magnolias and ate chocolate. It was the most feminine thing I've done all month.
Robert slept on J-D's couch, and the rest of us enjoyed the movie...we had to keep turning it up though, becuase McKinley was his normal, loud self. Eventually, he went into the computer room, and my dad told him Jack and the Beanstalk, which we all thought was cute. But then, McKinley is like that.

Yawning feels nice.

Too bad LJ is down, because I was about to start a doodle journal-type thing. I've got the first entry drawn and ready. Mostly I'm just curious about how long I can keep it up.

J-D is working in two stores again, yet he is still awake, playing WoW...seems kind of...stupid to me.

Shrugging feels nice, too.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:18 a.m.

I don't care what anyone says. I love that movie.

There are records in Germany that my family needs for genealogy, and for some reason, you have to get them in person...so, since I'll already be across the ocean, I may as well fly to Germany when I'm done wandering around Norway. Julie, you should come with me. :(

Mom concurs: my FMS has not been this bad since middle school. If it hadn't been raining, I'd go for a walk outside. But I already had an unpleasant out-of-doors episode while taking something out to the garbage can tonight, so I'll just be a silly American and use the treadmill.

After finishing Chinese Takeout, I searched my feelings, and was relieved to find that sexual situations in books and movies don't make me uncomfortable, they just come off as really superfluous and unimportant to me. They really don't need to be there, and don't add anything to the story.
Possibly this is because of my religious background, but when I take into account my brothers and sisters, this doesn't make much sense. On the other hand, practice makes perfect, and maybe by the time I came around, my parents had a better idea of what to do.
It's more likely that none of that matters. Especially since I keep losing the signal on my connection. Friggin' wireless network. It might be the rain. I wanted to level in WoW tonight, too...

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:23 a.m.

I forgot to post about this last night when I drew it. It's alright though, because I just finished this a little while ago and may as well get them both at the same time.

When is Lunalovie getting back, anyway? I heard it was sometime in January.... We need to celebrate. I have plans to cook/bake for her as soon as I get to see her. xD

Got my bank statement thing today. By the time that cash deposit rolls over in August, there should be more than enough for that trip I'm planning. It makes me feel strange, knowing that I'll have all that money to myself. It isn't really a huge amount, but it's enough, if I manage it properly. My mom is good at budgeting-type things, so I'll have her help me with it.
I'm wondering though, when I should plan this trip for. I don't know what Blayne will be doing by the end of the year, when I have the money. I might have to wait until eary next year. I also have no idea what Norway is actually like, and should probably learn a lot more about it.
There is also the political aspect of it. Anything can happen with Dubyah in office, it seems. Anything stupid. I worry about it.

Mom got those CD's mailed today. I gave her money for postage, and she took them with her when she went to Dr. Hansen's office. They have one of those postage...thingies there. ::vague look::
Anyway, thanks to Blayne for reminding me about getting them mailed.

I had two random encounters in WoW that no one will care about. One with an elf, and one with another Tauren. The elf seemed to want me to kill my own people with him (he was raiding us I guess...killing off the NPC's and such, and was apparently a much higher level than me, since his level was listed as "??"), and the fellow tauren wanted my help with some quests. He had bad timing though, because mom was just getting home with McKinley, and I had to watch him this morning.

Debbie's birthday party at Dustin's mom's house went pretty well, I think. His family seems really nice. Mom's potato salad was really good. There's some left, I think...::wanders away to the kitchen::

--EDIT, 1:16 a.m.--

Me> Are you living in a hole?
Joey> WELL. No. I live in Canada.
Me> Same thing, apparently.
Joey> xP

Highfives, anyone?

-Kchano <((_n)>

sanity was maintained @ 12:19 a.m.

Napoleon Dyanamite (Please rate my quiz)

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I think the only way it would be cooler is if I'd gotten Tina. She isn't one of the options though...

-Kchano <((_~)>

sanity was maintained @ 11:11 p.m.

Jake has a sister. Just thought you might like to know.

So I was closing the shower curtain, and somehow managed to cut myself on the plastic. It's in the webbing of my finger...you know, the really tender part between one finger and another? The part that you move a lot more than you think you do? Yeah. I'm not sure how I keep managing to cut myself on things that...people shouldn't be able to cut themselves on. But it happens. Blah.

Back on a nocturnal schedule. I'm not sure how it keeps happening.... Well, I know why it happens, but I'm not sure why I keep doing it. I like the sun, you see.

I put a "peel here" sticker underneath the "bikini" sticker on my door. I am so witty.

Don't let me forget to go to the post office, okay? I have three CD's to mail.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 10:07 p.m.

Mmmmm, D.E.S.U. and Jake are lookin' so good. I am in love with Photoshop.

--EDIT: 10:53p.m.--

Forgot that it was technically today when I posted those, so add the wrapper for Debbie's mix to the list of stuff posted.

-Kchano <((_~)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:25 a.m.

Yet more art at my GJ. Hoowa, huzzah.

Went out to Sonny's for Debbie's birthday dinner (there will be another one in Altha on Sunday, with Dustin's family...this one was just the Schrader half). I am very full. It's a nice, drousy feeling.

Photobucket needs to not have so many ads that flash. For all they know, I might be an epileptic, and that ad in the corner just made me have a seizure.

I think I may have Josh's belt at my house, because we don't recognize it, and he lost his someplace...thought he'd left it at the hotel, but possibly it's here. Mom found it in the spare room, which is where he stayed, so it is entirely possible.

Haha. I put The Moon and the Prince on Debbie's mix, which is a song from the Katamari Damacy soundtrack. Mwaha.

I yawn.

And stretch.

Mrrg.

-Kchano <((.x)>

sanity was maintained @ 08:25 p.m.

I meant to post this before now, but didn't get around to it until tonight. Please note my new default icon. It's basically the same...but I like it better, as it's more original than the last one, which was more heavily based on, rather than suggested by, a picture by Galou. Yeesh. I like this one better, though.

Debbie and I went to the dentist today, and then for a short time we went to the mall, to see if she could replace the backing of her new earring at Zales, where Dustin got the earrings...even though they are in debt and probably should not be buying diamond earrings right now.
Anyhow, we did a couple of other things, and then Megan and Robert came over randomly. I'm not sure why, but it was nice to see them, and Megan kept an eye on McKinley, so I got to lie down for a while to try and ease my headache, and mom got to clean the kitchen.

Some guys from Tri C (I am not sure if that's the real name...but that's how dad says it) were supposedly coming to install a zipdrive on Fiver, and do something-or-other to dad's, but they had people out sick...and I tidied my room just for the occasion. Oh well...at least I can see my desk top and my carpet now, which is always nice.

Arg. I should go to bed...right after this song.

But yeah. Been really tired and odd-feeling lately. I think I'm shifting somehow. I have already sort of broken my resolutions...but it's really something that I can keep trying, and it's more of a general self-betterment thing than a year long trial.
See, I'm trying to be forgiving. I realized that I hold a lot of grudges, and dislike/resent a lot of people, and that's just...it's wrong. I don't like the thought that I can't forgive other people, or myself, for things that happened a long time ago and just don't matter anymore.
I also understand that the things that have happened more recently, and the things that will happen in the future...if I'm anything like my grandma, I'll have a hard time with it. She was a champion grudge holder. She had more frown lines than smile lines around her mouth, and the corners went down all of the time, set that way.
My dad's mouth does the same thing.
Of course, that has a lot more to do with it than forgiving. It has to do with happiness, and my grandma had a hard life, and made my dad's life a bit harder than it could have been.
Being more positive about things is my other resolution, but I didn't notice until now that the two tie together with that little superfluous bit of family history cited above.

I made a necklace, with little star-shaped hemitite beads. I need a webcam.

Trigunman1 (12:38:39 AM): people dont really talk like that
KchanZombie (12:39:02 AM): Like what?
Trigunman1 (12:39:31 AM): N1NJ4CH1CK [12:07 AM]: ....so, sailor, want to wash my decks...?
Trigunman1 (12:39:37 AM): N1NJ4CH1CK [12:07 AM]: I can blow you sails like no other....
Trigunman1 (12:39:39 AM): o_O
KchanZombie (12:39:50 AM): .........
KchanZombie (12:39:52 AM): Buh?
KchanZombie (12:40:01 AM): Well.
KchanZombie (12:40:05 AM): Look at her SN.
KchanZombie (12:40:24 AM): You should know right away that there is something seriously wrong with her, having a screen name like that.
Trigunman1 (12:40:32 AM): yep
KchanZombie (12:40:43 AM): ...says "KchanZombie" to "Trigunman1"

Aye, avast.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 12:03 a.m.

When told of Hchano's quest for fanart on the go-gaia site, I decided to make some more for her.

P.S.: HAPPY NEW YEAR. OR SOMETHING. OMG, CAPS.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:01 p.m.

Kallie, you are the best.<38D

I'm fairly certain I had my door shut tight, yet Tim pushed it open and came gliding in, and turned around to face the doorway. He then proceeded to lick a cardboard soda box (bought myself some Dr Pepper) and glide back out of the room. Tim is the best, too.

I was planning to go for a walk today, but got distracted with writing. I was hoping that I was alone today, but dad is here. I remembered half-way through singing a song that he might still be not at work. I proceeded with caution in my vocalizations. Still need to go for a walk today.

I'm plotting. Oh yes, plotting a mixed CD. I do that a lot, it seems.

Talking a bit with Lars. I try to get to know him better, but he isn't very talkative most of the time. I have been hungering for people lately. I don't always make an effort to go out and IM or call people, but the urges are there. I've got several letters started or half-finished in my head, and no addresses. Speaking of which, I need to find Linard's address so I can mail her that mix. I need to make a cover for it first, but hey. That seems to come easily to me.

Strange, how all of my stories slowly drop away when I've got one in particular running through my head constantly. I've got them all in mind, with plans and plots forming, threads being woven...it's always going on. It just isn't always getting typed out or written down. Forgive me, Batalha, Kara and Tsuroku, Gabriel and Halia and Naomi. I must get this new mistress, Sans Gloamer, out of my system. I still love you dearly, but you have to wait this one out because it isn't going away just yet.

"When you are flyin'
Around and around the world
And I'm lyin' I'm lonely
I know there's something
Sacred and free
Reserved and recieved by me only

No body knows it
But you've got a secret smile
And you use it
Only for me..."

Makes me think of Lunalovie and Das Rob. =x

Peaches! :D

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:14 p.m.

Happy Holidaaayyyyssss xO!

-Kchano <((_~)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:13 p.m.

Brief update before Christmas:

Ian fell off of a dock and into a lake, his winter clothes are heavy and pulled him down, but Loran jumped in and saved him, everyone's okay. I wasn't told until last night, several days after the fact. Yeah.

We're celebrating Christmas today, since we always went to grandma's house for Christmas Eve. Well, now that mom has taken on the title, we'll be having the traditional massive breakfast for dinner, and then we'll open presents.

I should be in bed, but I'm slowly becoming nocturnal again.

A lot of the songs on Test for Echo skip, and it makes me sad.

There are some crazy quotes from a true crime book thing on Lisa's LJ. I put part of one as the "ponder this" for the next while.

A.M. 180 will never get old to me. It will always be a song that makes me happy. It makes me miss Joel, because we quoted lines to each other once. It also makes me miss Kristen, because I first heard of Grandaddy through her. Well, I heard A.M. 180 in 28 Days Later, but I heard of that from Kristen, too, and she was with me when I saw it. Hchano was there...maybe Trish, too? I remember that people shouted stuff at the screen. It was annoying. One lady freaked out slightly when Jim appeared in bed in the hospital. Naked. It was annoying and funny, because of the noise she made.

I made a mixed CD for my brother...I think it rocks, but he hasn't said anything to me about it. Neither has Julie. It makes me sad when people don't give me feedback. I worry that they don't like the mix =/

Got Josh's number from Justin, so I will hopefully remember to stalk him and Hchano over the phone.

I'm sort of...bonding with J-D. Kind of. We watch T.V. and movies together and heckle whatever it is we're watching. It's kind of weird. I still wish he had his own place, though <((__e)>

Conor Oberst [Bright Eyes] breathes loudly. At the end of a lot of notes, there's this intense intake of breath. I can't decide if it bothers me or not. It also bothers me that he says "meer" instead of "mirror"...it's just one of my pet peeves. Like Gwen Stefani saying "hair-ah" instead of "ha-ra" in Harajuku Girls.

I had to clean up after Tim three times tonight. He threw up a lot, and then...went to eat. <((_x)>

I like how rough Pavement sound in Stereo.

Getting kinda sleepy, but I'm out of books and don't feel like sleeping.

Please note: To me, going to bed means reading for a while and then going to sleep.

I agree with Kristen about people leaving stuff around your room. Like tissues. ::stare pointedly at Hchano::

I want chicken nuggets. I'm always hungry or thirsty [or both] lately. =/

-Kchano <((_o)>

sanity was maintained @ 05:30 a.m.

Man...I was so stupidly ecstatic when my package from Lunalovie came, and I opened it and admired all the spiffy things she got me. I can't decide on favorites, though. The lighter I will carry with me in my bag (it almost makes me wish I smoked so that I'd have more chances to use it), and the knife will be put in my pencil jar, where I will see it often since I put my glasses down next to it whenever I'm on the comp (and let's not kid ourselves, people, I am on the comp a lot). The cup will be put up on my shelf, so that McKinley won't snatch it up and possibly break it. I live in fear of him breaking my fragile things, as he has a habit of coming in when I'm not around and carrying things off. He likes the shiny things best, magpie that he is.
The details on the elephant fill the artist in me with delight. Even when he's upside down, when you look at his trunk, the scoring is there, marking where his tusks are. The wrinkles in his skin are there, as is his tail, complete with hairs etched in. His trunk even has the little divot, those two strange little things elephants have to grab things with.
Needless to say, I really enjoyed everything. I've already had three freshbols and have decided that Freshbol is possibly the best name for gum ever. XDD
Yes, Luna, Mormons celebrate Christmas, so no worries. <3

You know what's disorienting? When the music pouring through my headphones gets quiet...and I can hear mom's pouring out of the stereo in the other room, and sometimes mom singing along, with loud abandon. It's refreshing too, that she can let go of inhibitions like that and belt out whatever song she's singing with. Come to think of it, she sings a lot, even without music playing in the background. It'll take getting used to when I move out...not hearing her voice all of the time.

Well, another Christmas is almost here, and once again, I'm getting sick. It's odd how that keeps happening. Hopefully it won't last two weeks this time.

A word of advice: don't make onion dip with lite sour cream. It isn't very good.

Kim gave me a poem by a guy in her art class, and while it's not the best or anything, it's pretty good and the title is jawesome: Robot Fuckers.
Yeah.
Every stanza (is that the word?) ends with "Robot Fuckers" and each takes up one page, a few lines on a slip of paper, tied to white cardboard with the name of the piece imprinted on the back. No name, though. I'd like to know his name at least. It's just nice to know these things. I don't stay awake at night wondering or anything, but when I see a quote someplace without an author. Well, I wonder.

Geeze. Mom just came in to see if I'd like to sing to Robert (over the phone) becuase it's his birthday...and my family does things like that. Only, she didn't tell me which birthday song we'd be singing...and I started off with a different one. I quickly recovered, but was flustered none-the-less. Seriously, warn a person.

Debbie was supposed to come over with her laptop so I could DL the songs for the RP mix, but she didn't bring it, and I forgot that she was supposed to bring it until they were leaving anyhow...so yeah. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going to wait two hours for a single song from WinMX. It's just too ridiculous to have to wait like that for a single song. So really, if you guys have any of the songs on the list, please let me know, and send them to me. ::glare::

-Kchano <((_e)>

--EDIT--
Oh man you guys. My card from Maj got here today, and she painted something else with it just for me. It's the coolest, and I need a frame for it. xDD ::highfives Maj from afar::

sanity was maintained @ 011:00 a.m.

Completely forgot to post this drawing for Kallie in loving memory of our dearly departed Jebediah.
I was lazy and used a bunch of Photoshop tricks for all the different textures or whatever, but yeah. It's made me love those fish with buggy-out eyes. I used to hate them and think that they were really ugly...but it seems that if you get the right breed, they're completely awesome. The kind (the gold ones) that Kallie has have lightning eyes ::xDDD nudge @ Kallie::. Seriously, they're like orange aquatic Studebakers.
I must say I feel kind of guilty about making Jebidovich's physical, uh, appearance so stereotypical...but it's a fish. I mean come on. It's just a fish.

Anyhow...hot cereal. Yes.

Kim and I hung out tonight. She's leaving today for Boston, and I wanted to give her Christmas present to her, seeing as how she won't be back until New Years' and well. I wanted to hang out with her a while. We went to Steak 'N' Shake, and talked, and then wandered very briefly through Wal-Mart.... Riveting, I know. Anyhow, I tried on a red peacoat, and it fit me quite nicely and looked good. The cut is great for me. I'll have to go someplace where they're cheaper, though. I'd like a red one...but I'll most likely go with black. It goes with everything, and I'm picky about red, because I feel like it makes me look more yellow than is necessary. >_o; Anyhow. I need to get a peacoat. If I get a size too big, I can also get some fleece, and line the coat with it. That way, I will have a doomwarm coat for Norway next year. Yeah, you heard me. Norway. But then, Blayne and I have not talked about what time of year we'd be going so I might not need to do the fleece lining. And anyone else who wants to come, I'm sure it'd be okay with Blayne. The more the merrier or what have you.

Safe Journy, Kim! =D

-Kchano <((_n)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:28 a.m.

Hoowa. I've had a lot of cherry coke in a small amount of time, so I figure it's a good time to post in my blog 8D!

Really though. Been nocturnal lately, and it sucks, because Christmas is coming around in a few days. Kim is going to Boston until New Years' and Blayne is going to New York for the same...I hope they have fun :O

I need to get CD's to people ._.

ZenTiX kun (12:21:44 AM): brb... pants
KchanZombie (12:21:46 AM): ....
KchanZombie (12:21:48 AM): xDDDD
ZenTiX kun (12:21:59 AM): what
KchanZombie (12:22:09 AM): Nothing. xDD
Ahhh, Chacha Mark. xDD

I am determined to enjoy Christmas. I've been depressed a lot lately, but I'm going to try not to let things get to me as much. For a while I didn't get online or go outside (when I could avoid it). I turned inward and was far more introverted than is good for anyone, but I finally just got bored and decided to be social again. It's amazing what boredom can do for a person.

Huzzah for caffeine headaches! :D Serves me right, though. xD;

Eeeeehhhhhh...

I need to draw something.

-Kchano <((_x)>

sanity was maintained @ 12:16 a.m.

She deserves much more, but this is the best I can do.

S'cold in here.

Wonder iffen there's any of that steamed pumpkin stuff left.

If you have any good recipes, let me know so I can post them in Das Rob's forums (unless you already have an account...in which case you can do it yourself) for Hchano to have in California.

WinMX doesn't seem to like me very much...so anyone who's in on the RP mix, if you have any of the songs on that list, it'd be super-rad if you sent them to me, either through IM's or e-mails.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:26 a.m.

I'm not going to wait around anymore. I'm drifting, and I don't like it. So, I'm not going to do it anymore.

Yeah, still can't get those 90min. CD's to work. I thought I'd figured out how to get Nero to let me burn up to 90, but...well, obviously I didn't. I'm wondering if maybe I should try taking Nero off of my computer, and then putting it back on. When I put an empty disk in to burn things on, and select Nero from the options that pop up on their own, it tells me that access is denied, and makes one of those obnoxious noises that I hate so much. I can get it to work if I click the icon on my desktop, or if I go through the start menu to get it. Unless I'm trying to get it to put more than 80mins. of music on something, anyway.
I defrangmented my computer today, and Robert put a new battery in it yesterday. We'll see if that helps at all.

Went to Ian's birthday party on Saturday, and it was a lot of fun. I was actually able to eat a hotdog without throwing up, which is an improvement. Still not going to make a a habit of eating them, though. The boys had a blast playing outside, and we all had a blast either participating or watching. They're hilarious, what with their antics.
When we got home, I still couldn't sleep, so I finished She's Come Undone and got wrote for a while. Debbie and Dustin came over, and I helped Debbie a little in the kitchen while Dustin put the lights on the Christmas tree. I've been feeling really un-festive lately. I'm not jaded or anything. I'm just friggin' exhausted and don't want to deal with a big rush of holiday cheer.
Don't get me wrong, I helped put the decorations up. I just didn't help for more than ten minutes or so. When we'd declared it finished, I waited a while to see if that was that, but Dad was still watching The Fellowship of the Ring, so I prompted (bluntly) him to have scriptures and prayers so I could pass out. Finally got to bed after eleven, making it a good 36 hours since I'd last slept. It would have been 37 if not for the naps I'd had in the car at various points. I will stomp your face if you ask me why it happened. Huzzah.

Really though, if I can't get Nero to let me burn more than 80, I will have to just send H+J a data disk with their mix on it. I can take things off of it, but as a whole, I really prefer it the way it is. I don't want to take anything off of it. Feels like wasting the disks if I don't use them for all they've got.

You know what bothers me? When people say, "would of" when they should say, "would've." Or when they say, "anyways." Maybe I really should be an English teacher. But then, most people don't care as much about grammar as I do.

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:06 p.m.

I've been wanting to make this icon for a while, so...yeah. There it be.

Much more importantly, Megan and Robert's house caught fire. The fan in the bathroom shorted out while they were at work, and when Megan got home, the alarms were going off. Smoke poured out when she opened the door. The master bedroom and the bathroom are ruined, and the F.D. had to cut a big hole in the house for some reason or other. Also, they have no idea where the cat is. She's either dead somewhere in the house, or out in the neighborhood. She's an indoor only cat, because the previous owner(s) had her declawed...so, even though she has no way to defend herself, I really hope that she's out in the neighborhood, because then she'd at least be alive. x_____x
We don't know if Megan and Robert are coming here to sleep, or if they are getting a hotel room...I guess I'll find out soon, though.
They also have to wait until tomorrow to get the paperwork from the F.D., so they can file a claim with their insurance company. ::face slides softly to the floor::

So yeah, trying to teach some one English over the 'net is way hard. XDD ::pet poor, confused Zenny::

--EDIT: 10:22PM--
Megan and Robert found the cat and are going to take her to a vet, and then go to a hotel. :F

-Kchano <((_x)>

sanity was maintained @ 09:27 p.m.

Wow. Pantera...I should have gotten songs by you sooner.

Unrelated, except by the entry title:
How can you ask me if I'll remember you or not? How could you ever think I would forget you? Like I said, you don't forget the holes in your heart. You may not think about them all of the time, but you always remember how they got there. How could you think that, when you know how you made me feel?

Even the good parts, they all make me so tired.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 03:48 a.m.

So uhm. Yeah. Had a pose lying around, and used it with a poem I got the idea for while getting out of the bath tonight. Unfortunately, I was not able to get the smell of bleach off of my hands.

Not sure when that pic of Jake will be done. I have to get Pyramid Song on my comp, and then be in the mood to listen to it over and over while I draw. :/

Mmm. Boredom. :D

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 09:03 p.m.

Dude, seriously. That was just too awesome. ::highfives herself XD::

Talked with Ashu for so long yesterday that I wouldn't let myself get online until a little while ago, when I was finally overwhelmed by the need to write. >_<;

Finally saw Julie at the Cosmic Cat. J-D and I went to return some anime he'd gotten, and to get more. I need to send her a tracklist of the songs on that CD, as I forgot to make one for her. xDD;

--EDIT 8DD--
Urg. I am changing the Sans Gloamer Entry. I am not happy with the way things get going, and have to change it. xO

-Kchano <((_z)>

sanity was maintained @ 07:07 a.m.

The dog ran into my foot today. I'd chained him up while Debbie and I painted on the deck, and when we had everything picked up, I let him off the chain. And he ran onto the deck for some reason. Then, he came running at me, and I just knew he was going to jump up on me. So I put my foot up, and he just...kept running. Right at my foot. Yep.

I'm planning a picture inspired by Pyramid Song, by Radiohead. Not exactly sure what it'll be like or if it'll ever get done, but I'm planning it, and that's half the creative battle.

Dad may or may not have figured out the problem with Fiver. It might be the clock battery. Hopefully, it's something Robert can fix, because he is going to fix it, or else.

Kim said she wanted to come with me and Blayne when we go to Norway. I plan to go to Germany (she was quite interested in going there), and possibly France, and I'd love to have her along. I don't know about Germany or France yet, though. I know people in France, so it'd seem more sensible to go there, where I'd at least have some common ground to stand on. But I haven't seen these people in a long time, and don't know if their offer still stands.
Hopefully, I can afford to wander around the U.S. (Kim said she'd drive around with me x3) and Europe, and still go to college and get a car. I'll have to get a job if I want to do all three, but that's okay. I was planning on that anyhow. I need to get those applications done...
Speaking of applications, I went to Cosmic Cat with J-D the other night, and the guy there joked that even if I did write the essay to apply there, they wouldn't take me because I'm friends with Julie, and the best thing in their lives is making her life harder. Or something like that. It didn't strike me until we'd gotten home that it would be meaner to hire me, and then give me different hours than her, so we'd never see each other. Eh, it's not that funny anyhow.

Watched some Full Metal Panic with J-D tonight. Debbie slept through it for the most part, as she does not care for anime. There was some pretty funny stuff, but a good deal of the funny stuff was what J-D and I said to make fun of it. Still, it's a pretty good anime. The stereotypical sexual tension pisses me off, though. In my comic, everyone got together with the intended partner right off the bat, and there were no love triangles. I hate love triangles. Hate.

I am really enjoying the Sans Gloamer Entries. They're fun to write. I like taking what's happened to me, and making it bigger, and more interesting.

Apparently, Travis thought I had a crush on him because I was enthusiastic about his coming with us to watch movies. I was enthusiastic about it becuase, the more people there are, the more fun it is. I feel bad for giving him the wrong idea, but really, how could I know that something so simple would be so misleading? Ach...he's only fifteen. Was I like that at fifteen? I don't remember. Maybe worse.

Went to the parade tonight with Debbie. We met up with Loran, Liane, and their kids. Ian looked so awesome in my hat. We got pictures.
Lanie was adorable, as always. She tried to "share" her apple wheel things with me...which means she'd take a bite, and then push it against my mouth until I pretended to eat some, and so on.
At one point, Loran, Ian, Elise (sp?...Liane's best friend xD;) and I were sitting on the rim of a fountain, and Ian wanted to throw a penny in. Elise gave him one, and he tossed it in. Then, he told me to do it, too. Then Elise had to make a wish as well. It's the first wish I've made in a while. I've stopped making them lately, as there isn't much point in it.

Some one please get me some crimps so I can make necklaces agian. I'm almost out, and lost the few I had left anyhow. I was making a necklace tonight, and it came out really well...except for the fact that I left out one of the beads that was a big part of the design, and now the design is messed up and I have to start over...but don't have anymore crimps, unless I can find them. I have maybe four left. Maybe. They're really cheap, but all my money belongs to people other than myself. I really need a job. And crimps. A job and crimps.

Oh yes. Almost forgot:
Debbie> I don't have any art skills. ::trying to paint and failing at it::
Me> Heheh! I do 8D
Debbie> I can put kids to sleep, though.
Me> So can I :D
Sister Russel> ::laugh::
Debbie> Well... :( What do I have that you don't?
Me> ::prompt reply before I can stop myself:: A boyfriend.
Everyone> ::crack up::
Me> ::cracking up too, but feeling a little like sitting alone in a corner someplace::
I am so funny.
Yeah, that was when Debbie and I were crafting at the church today. Leslie and I made cards, and Debbie and mom did stuff...and then Debbie and I made some birdbath...things. Mine I took home to paint, so I could do something different with it. I am gonna just have it in my room though, to put stuff in. I have lots of stuff that needs to be put into things. Gotta try and organize, yah?

J-D killed a big that was crawling across the floor in a weird way. He hit it with his shoe, which is not weird...but, when he lifted his shoe, the bug was completely gone. It definately got hit. So, the only things that makes sense are that he either magic'd it away, it exploded, or it ripped a hole in time-space, and ran away to another dimension. I am not sure which option I like more, as they all amuse me.

Mmmm...Like Spinning Plates just started...::soft sigh::

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 01:55 a.m.

Huzzah for Sans Gloamer being December's first post on my GJ xO!

McKinley was sick today, and went home early. He curled up with me and watched T.V. for a while, and was really upset when I tried to talk him into putting some pants on, or tried to cover his legs with the blanket I was using. He snuggled close though, so maybe my natoorhal heet kept him warm :/

We had Mrs. Petty and Ms. Betty over for breakfast this morning. It was nice, but kind of weird because Mrs. Petty reminded me of my grandma.

Made bread and bronies ::glance to Kristen:: today. Mom and I chatted while we baked (she was making gingerbread). We figured out that I do, indeed, remember Ms. Katie. I have one memory of her. But then, I was really young when she died, and am surprised that I have even that. I also have a single memory of her husband, Grandpa Butler.

So, I am planning on going to go to Hammerfest with Blayne next year 8D Kim may or may not come with us. I'm going to tromp around the U.S. with her if she has the money and the time, though. She wants to go to Germany, too...I don't know if Blayne is going, but I definately am. I wonder if I can also afford to go to France? I know some people there, and was very good friends with them. I miss them a lot xO!

Anyhow...if you live in another state, and I have talked about coming to see you next year, know that I will most likely be coming in fall or winter.

OHHEY. Megan is here...and has been here for...half an hour. xDDD;;;;

-Kchano <((__e)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:08 p.m.

That song is going to be in my head for a long time, now:

I just woke up from an odd dream. I know the bulk of it was extremely strange and abstract, with very vague subconscious origins for the things that happen, as most of my dreams are...but this was really unexpected. Maybe it's because I worry about Kristen, and really wish I could see her. Actually, that doesn't make much sense. If that were it, it would have been her in the dream, right?
See, I was with Kim and Debbie, hanging out, waiting for Stu (of all people) to come over. When he got to the house, I went out to meet him. Take It Or Leave It by The Strokes started play for some reason when he was at the door...and I grabbed him and we danced. He told me a poem he'd made up for me (which I do not remember but wish I did).
We went intside, and Debbie told me that she'd had found a guy for me. It was such a crazy thing to say, because the only guys there were dad (in the family room, and not really a part of the dream...more like a background thing, like the table, which was turned the wrong way in the kitchen) and Stu. Kristen's little brother Stu. It did not occur to be that there are indeed, other men on the planet. I mean, he was right there and my mind was on him at the moment because it was fun dancing around in the cold, and I was wondering if he liked the breakfast I'd made for everyone. So of course, as he was the main person on my mind, he was the first person I thought of and it just didn't make any sense.
Let me tell you a little bit about highschool for me: For a long time, I had a huge crush on Kristen's little brother, and I am not sure how it started. He's younger than me, a stoner, plays bass, had a really cool room, and when he didn't smell like pot he smelled good. I remember all the things I liked about him, and can't think of many things I didn't.
I woke up very soon after Debbie said that. I'm not even sure I have the wording right. But, since he was right there in the room with us, I said something ridiculous about doing the Twist, and started to do it with much more expertise than I actually have.
Anyhow, Kim was in the spare room (A.K.A. Debbie's room, the sewing room, etc.) and Stu was at the table eating. No one else was in the house, I think. I got the impression that him coming over was Debbie's idea and that he was here by her invite, and I was so horrified that Debbie would say that about anyone, especially if they were right there in the room with us, that I'm guessing that's why I woke up.
I woke up wanting to go back to the dream, but I knew that wasn't happening and my next impulse was to get his address and e-mail him. I wanted to tell him I'm sorry for how things turned out. I'm so naïve and silly. Hopefully I'm not as bad now, but I know I was in highschool. I didn't give him the chance to explain that I should have. I jump into things like that when I shouldn't, and I don't listen to people. I still get defensive about it when I know it doesn't matter anymore, and probably never did. Well, it mattered to me, but I am not the center of the universe. That would be Hchano's rear end, now wouldn't it?
In the space of a few seconds, I went through a little speech I'd give to him about the things I wish I could tell him and, how I wish I could explain everything. Like that would make it better somehow. I also wanted to tell him that I'd heard some of his music in Kristen's car one night, and that he should definately give me a copy of his stuff because it is very jawesome.
Still the urge to hang out with him is lingering. But, what would I actually have to say to him? I know if I saw him, I'd hug him and say something typical, like, "Wow! I haven't seen you in forever, what have you been up to lately?" I'd be discreet and not say anything about his dad, even though I would want to tell him that even though I know my feelings on it are of no account, I am very sorry for what happened. I'd want to ask him if there was anything at all that I could do for him, for Kristen, for their mom. I've not met their brother, but if there were anything I could do.... Well you get the picture. I would tell him what I told Kristen: my parents and I are praying for them, if it's any consolation.
My mom told me that the Law of Moses was fulfilled when Christ was crucified, so we don't have to live it anymore, and it doesn't mean that if you commit adultery, your spouse is also commiting it. But I can't very well say that, because I am cautious and wary of offending people. I have no idea what he believes, and for all I know that particular belief is confined to Mormonism. One thing I am inexplicably afraid of is sharing my religion with other people. Can you imagine that? A Mormon that doesn't want to be a missionary and try to convert people for fear of driving her friends away? Ridiculous!
Eh...I have no idea where I was going with any of this. I guess I just had to talk it out, get it all down someplace because it was so...I don't know. I miss him, and I didn't expect to feel that. It surprised me to feel anything about him.

Woohoo. It is way cold in my room. Don't think the heater is on. I really wish that I'd gotten more sleep. But for some reason, when I get to the beginning of a morning schedule, I always wake up insanely (for me) early, even if I haven't had a lot of sleep. I went to bed past three last night, and read until almost four, maybe even later, as I did not look at the clock. I woke up from my dream at around 7:45. And guess what! I have to watch McKinley today without a good night's sleep! Huzzah! 'Cause once I get up, I have a super hard time getting back to sleep. And well. I am up. I didn't want to go to sleep without talking about that dream and listening to the song. Also, I am too hungry to sleep now.

I still have paint and gesso on my hands (and in my hair) from the studio last night. I had a blast with Kim. We had pizza and cola for dinner. I should have kept the leftovers, but threw them away for some reason. It was fun. We dashed out of the house to get the pizza, and took doomful amounts of napkins with us. Most of them were used on paint brushes, or to get our hands clean enough to touch things without getting paint on them. I didn't clean mind well enough and got paint on my underwear somehow. ::cry, because my underwear is really cute:: Why is it always the white clothes? Only the pale colors? Ahwell...at least I didn't get any paint on my new pants or shoes.
She painted this huge canvass with a self portrait of herself. She used blue, a little purple, and some pinkish tones. The background is a deep, rich brown. It's a beautiful piece.
As for me, I painted this big...thing. I have no idea how to describe it. It's really something you'd have to see to understand...if you could understand it at all. It's kind of weird, but I really like it. I wish I had a free wall to put it on.

Gnuh. My nose is really runny right now. Propably I am getting sick from crying the other night. ::congested sigh::

-Kchano <((___o)>

sanity was maintained @ 08:23 a.m.

I didn't feel like fixing that entry, so I deleted it. Forever after, The End. Of that entry. e__e

Mom and I went to that "Governer's Market" thing...next to Governor's Square, you know? Across from the theater. Anyway. I returned the shoes she got me, because they didn't fit, and got some that did. They were also less than the ones she got me. Highfives all around xO! But yeah. I also took back the pants the got me, because they aren't shaped the way I am, and I got a spiffy pair of "midnight blue" or whatever it was jeans. They're really comfortable.

We also went to the post office, and I mailed the box of books to Lunalovie (and her mix xB), something to Joey, and that cartoon to Maj. Finally. xDD;

This song makes me think of that one by The Aquabats...the lunch song. Only this one is 80's and about dancing on Friday night. With you-hoo-hoo-hoo, apparently. =insert low-key tiger growl here= Yep. That's how it goes, anyway.

I think Kim wanted to do something tonight, because she gets paid today. Something like that. But I feel anti-social at the moment. I have to watch McKinley for mom today, because it isn't Petrea's Tuesday to have the kids, and mom works on Tuesdays.

I'm forcing myself back onto a day schedule. I woke up at 10PM on Sunday night and stayed up from then until nearly 8PM yesterday. I woke up at 2AM, so we'll see how long I can go today. And hopefully, I will not wake up at an ungodly hour with nothing to do but try to get Fiver to connect to the 'net so I can put some more boring things in my blog.

But yeah. I don't expect comments on my writing anymore, seeing as how I don't get them. And I don't expect many comments on my art, either. Other than Yan. His fractured English is pretty awesome, though.

Tried to talk about this in that post I deleted, but the link didn't want to work. Most likely it was a flaw in my HTML. I make no claims for computer skills. I usually denounce the few I have as lucky flukes, but I need to remedy the situation soon, because Fiver is still restarting on his own. I can't keep shutting him down completely when he does that, but it's the only way to get the 'net back on after he restarts. However, as I would like to not ruin my hard drive, I'll give dad a day or two to "think about it" like he said. I can always complain to Robert later on. XD
Anyhow...like I was saying, I tried to post that before but I most likely screwed up the link. It's a lot of reading, so don't bother if you aren't in the mood for reading several paragraphs that might possibly be added to in story-form, but might also never be touched againg except for a typo I think I missed. Need to check that out today...

I made two moons and two stars out of Sculpey, and then painted them white. I was planning on painting them again and then gluing them to some hairclips becuase I've discovered that I like having my hair up now and then, but never got around to it. See, McKinley got one of the moons and bit the corner off. At least he spit it out.

Eh...have to feed the cats now xF

-Kchano <((_o)>

sanity was maintained @ 07:15 a.m.

Oh man. Josh. I guess you're my baker, because that's Kyle's nickname for me. XDDDDDD
I miss you guys so much.

Debbie hit a raccoon on the way to her house last night. We almost hit a deer. There were so many deer on the way to Altha. More than a dozen all along the way.
I came home with the start of a slight southern accent. It's going away, though.

You know, the rating system on my Windows Media Player is useless, because I have almost all of the songs on my computer at either 4 or 5 stars. xDD;

I made a mixed CD for Julie. It's so good. Hopefully I'll hang out with her soon so I can give it to her. xF

I am so jealous of Luke. He has family in Germany, and is going to see them for a couple of weeks. Seriously, people. German, Chinese, Japanese, or Dutch? I really don't think I can learn all four. But I am wondering if I should try because I want to know them all so badly. OR. OHMAN. Icelandic...::sigh::

Need to get some shoes. A pair of really cute sneakers that I can wear with everything.

Kallie and I are going to go shopping for makeup when I go see her next year. It's gonna be so girly XDDD

Dude. Clint Eastwood just started. This song makes me boogie in slow-motion xD I want to see the video. It was all cartoonified and fun XD

Aw...Timmy came in, and I offered him a potato chip, but he gave me a disappointed glance and left :/

Blaaagggghhggngnnnng. I think I'm starting to get sick. I crave water and need cough drops.

-Kchano <((___-)>

sanity was maintained @ 09:47 p.m.

It's still too early for Christmas, but this has to go all the way to the Netherlands for Maj so I've got some time. Basically, she had the idea of making Christmas cards, and on her DA journal she gave out her e-mail address and said, in effect, "give me your snail mail and I'll send you a card". Now, I think that's a good idea, and decided to make something for her as well, and this is what I came up with.

I don't see why so many people are unable to cook and want me to do it for them. I don't mind, but really, it isn't that hard as long as you keep your mind on what you're doing.

Speaking of cooking, Hchano. E-mail me or something with a list of the recipes you want, and I'll send them along, yah?

Arg. Already ten o'clock, or is my clock wrong again? I never know for sure, as I am usually in my own little world and don't look at the clock much. I've gone hours on AIM with the time-stamp off by a significant amount.

Man, that apple pie smells good...

-Kchano <((_o)>

sanity was maintained @ 09:47 a.m.

Blah :D

Started a picture of me, because while I was cleaning the bathroom, I looked up and saw that I looked cute with my new glasses, despite my messy hair...but it is slowly becoming Shen. As in Dr. Shen Marti, of Batalha Nova. I didn't know he had glasses until now, but...it seems to fit him. o-O; Go figure.

Matt and I have such odd conversations.

Warlord Mattimus: You have to admit, you wouldn't want to see someone running at you with that one in a dark alley.
Warlord Mattimus: I mean, with the other sword, at least there's a slight hope that it's actually the Pope and he won't really kill you.
KchanZombie: I wouldn't want anyone running at me in a dark alley, whether they had a weapon or not.
Warlord Mattimus: What if it was me, coming to save you from someone else running at you in a dark alley?
KchanZombie: Nah, the Pope would have an even gaudier sword, if he were to carry one.
KchanZombie: Well, if some one else were running at me, and I knew it was you coming to save me, then I wouldn't care that you were running at me.
KchanZombie: Because, technically, you'd be running at the person running at me.
Warlord Mattimus: No, I'd be running at you to tackle you to the ground, because the person running at you fired a slow-moving missle at you.
Warlord Mattimus: So it's a race between me and the missle to get to you.
Warlord Mattimus: And I can't beat the missle up.
Warlord Mattimus: I mean... it's a missle.
KchanZombie: >_<<<<'
Warlord Mattimus: HOW MANY DUCKS IN THE POND, TRUE OR FALSE?!
KchanZombie: ...
KchanZombie: Your face :D
Warlord Mattimus: Good God.
Warlord Mattimus: You are right.
Warlord Mattimus: My face is quite attractive.
KchanZombie: XD;;;;;;

Yep. The HTML for all of that wasn't worth it, but whatever. xD

My head hurts, but I got some cleaning done and that's good. I cleaned the tub in the girls' bathroom [A.K.A.: the main bathroom that everyone uses...which became the "girls' bathroom" when it was just Debbie and me here with my parents, who have another bathroom in their room xO!]. It took rather a lot out of me, because I have no energy lately. I tried washing my hands in lemon juice, but they still smell like bleach >8{|

I want to go to the studio and paint. I'm willing to borrow a bike if I have to. If it weren't so far I would walk...but I sincerely doubt that I could walk there, expend even more engergy on painting, and then walk back. Also, as Das Rob pointed out, it is night. Because, you know. I had no idea that it was night because the clock on my computer is wrong again. xDD ::das fixen >8/::

Ughghhggnnnnnng. I'm really hungry, and there is pumpkin pie and turkey waiting for tomorrow...they smell good.

-Kchano <((_T)>

sanity was maintained @ 10:59 a.m.

Yeah. Even though my poetry doesn't get many comments/critiques. But whatever.

Unrelated topic to above link: Heather's flight was delayed by several hours, and the weather in Dallas was too bad to land. However, she did get placed on another flight and will be in San Fran in the wee hours.

Somewhat related topic: Wee is a good word, and I should try and use it more if I can manage to without sounding ridiculous.

I'd try to sleep but I feel torn up inside, and that's always a bad time to try and sleep. I have to make pies anyway, even though I have no idea where I'll put them when they're done. There isn't any room in the fridge. I could make some, I suppose, but I'm tired. It'll just have to be enough to get them made sans electric beater, and leave them on the pie racks once they're baked.

Odd that I can feel the difference between the highs and lows so sharply and consciously. Has it always been this way? Did I feel them before and just not pay attention? Or am I changing again? Quite frankly, I'd be happy if things stayed the same for a while. I need a break from all the adjustments and shifts.

-Kchano <((_-)>

sanity was maintained @ 01:02 p.m.

Data disks, cheesecake and Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, oh my.

A.K.A.: went to Blayne's tonight. Hoowa. xDD

I am totally rocking out to the Katamari Damacy soundtrack. Truly, I would get a PS just so I could get that game. You may think I am kidding...but I'm not. =|

I am trying to figure out why this Isaac Asimov book is going so slowly. I even skim/skip the parts I have no interest in, and still it is taking me a long time. Oh well.

Just got a terrible craving for pizza, or Chinese. Sorta sad that Hchano won't be able to get her "usual" for so long. But then, I am sure there are great Chinese places in Calif. :F
Thanksgiving in a couple of days, and I should be thinking of mashed potatoes and turkey, pumpkin pie and punch. I should be sleeping so I'll have the energy to clean house and babysit. But I find myself thinking of other things...things like you. I think of you a lot, and it's getting out of hand. I don't want to think of anyone or anything for a while. Still, I plan to get more minutes on my phonecard. It was good to make fun of the way you say "about" though. xD

Blah. Sending songs to Josh is fun. I like to spread the Katamari Damacy joy, you know.

Friggin...really want some pizza or something. Somebody should get one and bring it over so we can eat it together. Just don't get sausage or pepperoni. I hates 'em. >/

-Kchano <((_e)>

sanity was maintained @ 12:02 a.m.

I love you, Hchano. I will miss you so much. Be safe for me, and for Josh, and your family...but most of all for yourself. Come home as an even better person (if that is possible...I'm not sure it is).
You've put up with my neuroses and quirks. You've stood by me and reminded me that not everything sucks. You've inspired me, and made me want to work harder and be stronger.
Yes, I've been jealous and petty and childish and vain. I've been so human, and you've loved me anyway. And that's what real friendship is, right? Loving each other despite our faults, and wanting to be a better person, so you can be proud to say I'm your friend.
So, go to California and be happy, and love Josh as much as you can. Know that I'll miss you both, and think of you always until you come back. Know that I will be trying harder so we can all be happy together, you and Josh, and me.
Chanosforever, right?
Right. Very right.

Because zombies dream, too.

-Kchano <((_n)>

sanity was maintained @ 05:26 p.m.

Yet more art at my GJ. Didn't get around to posting it until now. I also made a little book...but I'm not sharing that with you guys. Sorry. It goes in the mail later today, hopefully. For now though, I go to bed. I have a lot to do today.

-Kchano <((_z)>

sanity was maintained @ 02:21 a.m.

Kinda pointless to post this because it got posted on the same day as the hand poem, so...just scroll down after reading the poem I guess? XD

On a whim I gave my addy to the elders that came over tonight. They were nice guys and it'd be fun to write letters back and forth. I enjoy writing/getting letters, you know? But my parents were right there when I gave it to them, so I am feeling sorta...yeah embarrassed. xD Usually when you give your address to a missionary, it means you like them, but I really just want to get to know more people, and they were nice. Even if they're far away, I want to know people.

I'm trying to write an essay-type application for Vinyl Fever, and I am not sure what to say in it. I've been typing it because that's easier for me, and I'll most likely write it out later, when I've got it how I want it, so I can take my time and make it. You know. Legible. XDD

Anyhow...I love my Chanolovies. I really do...but if Joshu does move out here to be with Hchano, I really don't know if I should live with them. It's better for couples to live alone for a while, whether they are just married or not. They've got to have some time to themselves, and I won't intrude on that. It was weird enough the last night Joshu was here, and I'd rather not replay it.
Too bad Kim is planning on getting married next year, or I'd get a place with her. Of course, we could get a shorter lease, and try to get it as close to her wedding date as we could. Then I could go on my road trip, and then come back home. ::shrug:: I dunno. So many things can happen in a year, and as much as I want to make long-term plans...things change. They change so quickly, all the time. For all I know, I might take Chinese like Blayne suggested, and spend some time in China. Or I might go to Norway. I've always wanted to go to Norway. Maybe Iceland. I feel like traveling. Gonna go for a walk as soon as this song is over...right...now.

-Kchano <((_-)>

--EDIT NOV. 16 1:38 AM--

Tried to e-mail Joel because the sky made me think of him...because I am a dork. But yeah. Some one who knows for certain what his e-mail address is should tell him to send it to me xO

Uhhmmmm...yeah :D

-Kchano <((_@)>

sanity was maintained @ 07:03 p.m.

I'm thinking of making a comic again, and I should definately listen to Björk more often.

Hooboy. Joshu = not here anymore. Ditto Hchano. If only Anastasia would leave, too...>/

But yeah. Crying in public sucks. It was worse for Hchano, seeing as how they are in love and all. I felt awful, not being able to help her. There's nothing I can say or do to make her stop missing him.
There's a plus though, sort of: I'm good at being a third wheel now. I can pretend to be happier than I am.
I mean, yeah, most of the time I was just as happy as I looked, but it was hard. It got me into a lick [ha ha, appropriate wording and a hint of sarcasm] of trouble last night. Eh...

This guy my brother J-D used to hang out with all the time was just here with his cousin or something...it was weird to see him after so long. I am wondering when/if we will see him again. I honestly didn't think we would, you know?
Funny thing is, I just mentioned him last night. He made an origami monkey and gave it to me...it's on my door. And last night, these kids were over for some reason (their mom is a friend of J-D's) and they saw the origami monkey and asked about it...so, naturally I told them. Odd that he'd be here so soon after I thought about him for the first time in maybe a year. Maybe I should start mentioning all the people I haven't seen in a long time, and would really like to talk to again.

I am thinking that I might take a massage therapy course...and then go to TCC and take German. Or maybe to FSU for Japanese. Or both. Who knows? Anyhow, it'd be easier. I wouldn't have to take any of the required classes if I did. Still, it might be good to take a math class, just so I actually know something about it @__@ Especially since I like the idea of homeschooling any kids I might have.

Hchano and I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind before she left. I think it's one of my favorite movies. I'll have to get it myself, if I don't get it for Christmas.

It was so weird not having Lunalovie with us in J-Ville, but having Das Rob there. We all miss her so much. My parents and I pray for her every night. It makes me feel better about it, and I don't worry as much. Still, I'll be so glad when she's home safe again with Das Rob.

I read all of MARS recently. Oh, manga. Sweet manga. How I love to have an entire series at my disposal. I hope that I can find the follow-up issue. I want to know what happennnssssssssss. XDDDD

My stomach has been all tempermental lately. I thought maybe it was stress, but I am wondering now if the FMS is getting worse. If so, I'll have to play with McKinley and the dog even more than I already do.
Oh man. I missed McKinley so much this week. He and his parents are vacationing or something, so mom didn't have him all week. Dad is lucky I don't have any money, or I would have gotten one of those cats at PetSmart, just to have something to take care of. I found myself wanting some one to throw a tantrum so I could comfort them :/

Man...it was hard seeing Josh go. I'd gotten so used to him being here, even though it was hard to deal with sometimes.

Hmmm. I hope that I didn't worry anyone too terribly with that last entry. I was so angry and upset when I wrote it. A couple of people have IM'd/e-mailed me to tell me they were concerned about me when they read it. ::die softly::

So. I am going to write carefully and fill out this application fir Bill's Art City, and then try and write something good for Vinyl Fever now. =x

P.S.: I did a fanart for Das Rob.

P.P.S.: Poem for my Chanolovies.

-Kchano <((_o)>

sanity was maintained @ 06:49 p.m.