So thought I’d say "hi" on Halloween.

I’m just sitting here typing... yeah. Handed out candy earlier. Couldn’t wear my Zidian costume because too many people tugged on the tail at the anime club Halloween party. ^_^ Not that I minded... And it was too cold. *br* Sat outside half the night giving candy to strangers. Played with dry ice... um... and all the stuff I always do on Halloween.

Finished my Alien 9 AMV and I’m uploading it as I type.

Thinking about my future again... I don’t know what I want to pursue. Maybe journalism.... That would give me an excuse to die heroically which is really my only aspiration. And I’m a good photographer... I always wanted to be a writer but I don’t know if I have any creative talent for writing novels, so I think journalism suits me alright. Now that I think about it, it could be really exciting. I love telling stories, and I think I’d do alright in foreign countries.

Dearest Diary,

I drank some of the punch at my neighbor’s Halloween party, and now I’m going to vomit. That’s what I get for crashing a high school party and drinking the punch. See I need to puke really really bad, but dad’s in the bathroom taking a bath, and if I’m all "Hey daddy, I need to vomit just after coming from a party", that won’t look good. So I’m holding it in. *sways* uuuuuuuhg. Damn highschool brats.

I could murder all of them. And their stupid punch.

And I ate too much of the food.

See, I have this hobby, it’s called, "Crashthepartyeatthefooda ndleave". Which has gotten me into worse scrapes, but I don’t think I’ve actually run into the notorious spiked punch before. Yep, this would be a first, and considering all the parties I’ve crashed that should tell you something about the spiked punch myth.... It apparently does happen, but rarely. And only with highschool brats who are bored enough to think it’s really exciting.

I, on the other hand, think that if you are going to be mixing drinks, you should do it properly so they taste good. This punch was so wrong. I probably should have known better, I mean it occurred to me but I thought "that’s too stupid. No one would actually do that." Guess I was wrong.....

>.< And I really need to vomit.

Cusins...

From Major Barbra is bishy. I want his plushie...

Not much more to say for today.

.....

Looking for good Halloween romps/parties in LA. E-mail me with suggestions. Kupopops@gmail.com

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Nyo,

I made Carmie depressed by mentioning her old crush. T_T

Hey but last Saturday I got to see Team America! It was so good! Best movie since the South Park movie! And Kenny went. ^-^ *humming*

Oh I have my Cosplay list...lalala

I want to do

Manta and Kororo -Shaman King

Zidian-FFIX

Hinata-Naruto

and the Mad Hatter from EGL style.

Good nighty.

Nyo,

Have you had one of those days that starts out high and ends low? Well it started out high because, I dunno, I was feeling good. But as the day progressed I felt worse and worse. First I was supposed to return Han’s paper work to him, but he never showed. Then I went to Kawaii to wait for my mom, and the first thing any body says to me is "You look sick as Hell." Oh thanks. Carmie was there, and now she’s avoiding me on aim I think, guess she doesn’t want to see Team America. I’ll go on my own. It’s not my fault I look like crap.

Instead of mom picking me up, dad picks me up, which wrecks my schedule since mom was going to pick me up to buy a microphone so I could record my voice on the computer so I can try out for an anime Dubbing. Ok so scratch that. We go to the mall to find pants, ok we went to the mall, need I say more? I felt even worse. We arrive at the bank just before it closes so I can create a checking account for Ebay. Looking forward to my Ebay account, I skip happily to the Bank and hum, and I get mocked by some dip shit air headed yuppie spawn blonds who were younger than me. I can over look it, I get my Ebay account today! but I forgot my passport so I get home with one pair of pants, no microphone, no checking account.

A day well wasted. Not totally, I got sun block, some homework, and a pair of pants accomplished. Damn, and why are people such jerks?

I’m going to read yuri now. *sniffle* Good night.

Dear Diary,

Yay, thank you Kenny for the Clandestine day! ^_^

Before the clandestineness, I went to Anime Club and we played Hentai Trivia! Boy was that fun. I was in team Yuri and we won against team Yaoi. Ah, good old fashioned school activities...

I’m thinking of going to Yaoi Con with Antonia. That might be cool, although to be honest, yaoi isn’t my thing THING, but I like it. II don’t know about all those yaoi fan girls though. Some of them scare me. *hides*

By the way! Some people, who’s names shall remain... unnamed were drinking rum in school today! Stinky rum, and they mixed it with cherry sprite! My cousin would be so embarrassed for them. I’ve never smelled a drink more obnoxious.

It looks like Carmie’s sick so she may not be able to take me to see Team America. T_T Poor Carmie... We need a car anyway, so if you can drive, you’re not male, and you want to see Team America, contact me! I don’t have anything against male drivers, but if you’re male and want to drive us, then you’ll have to talk with my dad. :P Sorry.

To Apply: Kupopops@gmail.com

In other news,

Yesterday at the URA I was attacked by a raging mad Takiyuki! That’s some scary shit. He gave me his flower and then tried to take it back. Unfortunately, it was in my hair. I was forced to subdue him with a fancy wrist lock that I learned in Jujitsu. It was cool....

Ah yes,

Dear Diary,

I watched Kill Bill 2 with my dad just now. I should have been doing home work, but screw that. Educated people don’t believe in systematic evaluation of one’s intelligence. None the less, my grades aren’t bad, Chinese is the only threat to my GPA. I think I’ll ask Cheng to grant me an incomplete, so I can continue the class and take it again next semester, or something. God ,I’m starting to hate Chinese. After two and a half years, it doesn’t seem so romantic any more, sure it still impresses my dad’s friend’s, but that doesn’t do me any good.

On the bright side, I was feeling very flirtatious until just yesterday. That’s such a wonderful thing. Trally lalalalala. It’s a rush, I hope it kicks in again, so I can meet someone nice, and stop blowing off potential lovers. My last excuse was that I didn’t have time to date, but I’d like to. Still, it was a little odd. I’d just met the boy and he asked me out, that’s too strange. I haven’t been on a date for almost two years, that’s two years of blowing people off. ^_^;; Now I’m lonely and a little desperate, I better watch myself.

Dear Diary,

I have resolved to do things more completely from now on. That implies I’ll have an idea of how they are going to end. So next time I start a website, I’ll actually have an idea for what the stupid site is going to be about and plan it like I would a school essay. This way I’ll sound more professional, and my overall coolness rating will go up a notch or two.

A note on my sorry typing skills, I actually have carpel tunnel. Or at least I have the symptoms, and considering my history of week long romps on the internet, I shouldn’t be surprised. Now I ask myself "Was it worth it?"

"Er, Hell yeah."

Another note, in order to be cool, I must stop having online chats with myself.

"Sunny days are rotten days for executions. When the sun is glinting off the calm waves of a blue sea, and the air is thick with the scent of exotic spices ready for trade, one only wants to enjoy the peace around himself, lie back and swing in his hammock. This weather hardly sets the proper mood for an execution."Said Captain Bly, thoughtfully pacing across her ship. One of the crew, who had grown awfully pale since the spy was discovered, raised his hand and offered "Might we wait for better weather? Perhaps it will rain soon." Bly shook her head. "Unfortunately an informant is too much of a threat. Say he escaped and returned to Ithaca with all he has learned about us since we left port? We won’t give him that chance."

The "informant" was a man of about 30 years who’d called himself Richard. His name ,however, was Chrysostom. He had a fearful haggard appearance, which wasn’t unusual for someone who had just been tied up and beaten. The pale man contemplate him with deep distress. This other man, called himself Eric and he also was a spy, although an as yet undiscovered one. Her name was Berdine.

The two of them had been recruited simultaneously by Bly, although neither of them knew of the other’s intentions. Berdine was searching for her little sister, Adelpha, who had been kidnaped by corsairs while on her way to elope. There were many suspect pirate gangs in Ithaca, but Bly had been selling medicine and herbs on the black market in the area for a few years now . The family became acquainted with her through her sale, and Bly had known Adelpha quite well, both being young women, and foolish Adelpha may have confided her plans to elope with Bly. Berdine had suspected her from the day her sister went missing, and rumors that she’d worked as a corsair had strengthened that suspicion. Chrysostom, as it turned out, was searching for the same woman.

This had become evident over dinner a night ago in the mess hall. Bly was recounting her adventures abroad, as she did every night, when she brought up a batch of girls she’d sold to an Arabian Sultan. "They all whine, you know how priggish upper class women can be, but this one wouldn’t shut up. I told her it was her own fault for trusting a pirate and that she should be happy to be sold to a sultan. After all, she’s living in better luxury than she’d ever know in Ithaca. She wouldn’t listen to me! It was on a forest road on the way to her lover that I caught her. I knew she’d be alone than, because she’d off and told me about it just the day before. ‘Off to elope!’ she said. Well, I though, she won’t be having her family with her for a journey like that. And I was right! So I told her she’d been foolish confiding in a pirate, and she’d gotten herself into this trouble. She just kept whining about some fool Chrysostom."

Richard leapt to his feet, spilling his chair and exclaimed. " Adelpha!" Berdine felt her heart leap to hear her sister’s name, but she kept her excitement to herself.

Bly smiled. "Yes! Adelpha, do you know her?"

For reply, Richard flew across the table to grab Bly around the throat. "Taking advantage of a young girl! You Witch. She trusted you." He shouted this in Greek, forgetting his English. Four of Bly’s men lifted him by his shoulders and flung him to the ground. Rubbing her bruised neck, Bly ordered them to restrain him. "Who do you think you are, attacking me over dinner?" she asked, smoothing out her shirt. "I am Chrysostom. I’m Adelpha’s fiancé, and I’m going to save her!" He said with gallant idiocy.

Berdine gnawed a lemon, watching the scene unfold with a look of apathy. "So this is my sister’s secret fiancé." she thought.

And so Chrysostom, who had been called Richard was to be executed on this sunny day. Berdine felt a little empathy towards him now. She attempted again to delay the execution. "What about a preacher? There’s no preacher here. We can’t bury a man without prayers. We’d have to keep his body on ship until we reached Tahiti!"

"Then it’s perfect timing! We reach Tahiti tomorrow." said Bly wrapping a lead bullet in a grease soaked cloth before ramming it down the barrel of her gun. It was useless, he probably wouldn’t make a good husband for Adelpha anyway. Berdine gave up and retreated to her room for the evening to brood over what she should do next. Now that she knew Bly had kidnaped her sister, and who her sister had been sold to it- Her thoughts were interrupted by a gun shot and a splash followed by cheering- it was only a matter of finding a way to return to Ithaca and negotiate a ransom with the sultan. Maybe she’d resign her post at Tahiti and board another ship for Ithaca.

In the early morning, Tahiti’s shores were sighted and Berdine groggily dressed herself for the day. Men’s pants, men’s shirt, every day since she’d left Ithaca. She’d like to be a girl again, but Bly had known her before and she’d be recognized. So she buttoned her shirt and stumbled out of her cabin as Eric. Today was the last day of her charade. She announced her resignation to Bly first thing. Bly shrugged and nodded. She could go.

When they docked she skipped into the throng of waiting naked Tahitians and was very excited to be free of Bly until she noticed the strange looks the men were giving her. She paused mid bounce and checked herself. Nothing was showing. Why were they looking at her that way?

Captain Bly waved to the Tahitians as her men carted spices off the ship. They quickly gathered around her and began bidding for something. Berdine stood on tip toe to watch Bly’s confused reaction to their offers of money. "Do they need medicine that bad?" She asked.

Bly raised her eye brows. "No. They think I’ve brought fat white women." Bly shook her head to the Tahitians. "Sorry. Not this time." They only yelled and pointed at Berdine. Berdine began to notice something. She’d never been in the company of so many nude people before, but now she was, it occurred to her that they weren’t accustom to judging people by their clothes. They had learnt to perceive gender regardless of the what a person wore.

Bly shouted "They’re saying you’re the fat white woman!"

"I’m not fat!" Berdine snapped.

"Are you a woman?" Bly asked looking in her direction with perplexed suspicion. Too late, Berdine was off and gone into the heart of the island. Bly never saw her again, but her sister Adelpha was ransomed and quickly found a replacement husband for the one who’d been shot and they all lived happily ever after.

Dear Diary,

Feel like killing myself. Short story due, tomorrow. Three pages long.. I wrote most of it last night. Thought I saved it, now nothing left but first paragraph. Jesus Hates Me.

Good Night.

I’m tied cause I stayed up until 1am writing the damn thing. And it was genious, pure fucking genious! Now it’s gone.... Dad woke me up an hour later because the dog vomited. Stayed up till at least three killing, I mean cleaning it. Wish I’d killed it. When to bed. Dad has "scaples" on his toung. Asked if I could see them. No, but I said I could anyway to make him happy. I spent the weekend babysitting David to make peace. Now I just want to sleep. Fuck school.

Sorry if this illegible.

Come back at a better time.