AbbadonFlare

THIS IS MY LAST JOURNAL. I QUIT. That is, on this account, i'm starting anew. I'll friend request my friends soon. Until then, goodbye, fare well, fuck you. I'm off.

going to the mall was a nice change of scene from chocolate, sleeping, and  super metroid yesterday. little did i know what disasters awaited me.

there was a fire, near arby's on packard avenue. i thought it was dryer steam, than the smog became black. something was up. before long, several squad cars pulled up to the scene, along with two fire trucks and couple ambulances. funny, before I knew what was happening,  I was doing a silly dance called the 'ski-daddler' with Mike on the bus-stop bench as the drivers gazed horror-struck at deadly display of ash and cinder.

when it just started to get interesting, the bus showed up. I kinda wanted to stay, but I had a short agenda. i wonder what came of it. Haven't got wind of any news, good or bad.

this was one wacked out bus trip. to travel to the mall, there and back, we departed from eight different stops. eight. it fucking sucked. on the second trip, i met a tall, lanky man who looked like a cross between abraham lincoln and a child molester. he smelled like a cross between cat urine and week old coffee ground.

and, there was timmy. an emo kid i used to see in a religious seminar my parents forced me to attend on a weekly basis. he seemed cordial enough before, but i think he regretted me abandoning the group the moment i moved out of the house. oh well, tough shit. i'll still miss the masturbation song.

we had to make yet ANOTHER stop, then, we were at the mall. it annoys me that mike rarely wants to visit stores without anime, and it's beggining to reaaally grate on my nerves. i like anime, but life's not all about giant-killer robots and busty school girls.

oh, i almost forgot. some, prim, cleancut college guy(s) summoned me to their table, where they said, "hey handsome, do you want to this book. it's an excellent read. it's called 'the giver'. have you heard of it?" i had heard of it. and i told them. and when they offered it to me they swiftly snatched it out of my sight and told me it costed a buck fifty. weird.

after that, i watched mike play galaga on the arcade.  the high score was near a million. someone had a lot of time on their hands.

i'll spare you the dry pages of my adventure and end  with the very last chapter...

our final destination was the anime store, called 'world of wonders'. it was vast. they had manga, anime and soundtracks to every videogame i've ever heard of. but our time was short. the manager, who looked like jack, told us we couldn't go in with the anime mike bought. so we had to leave, pretty much immediately....that's it.

Who, who, who's that?

12/11/06

Never before have so many entries  been written in school. This is not good. It feels less personal.

About a week ago I went to the movies with Tony and Brian. We wanted to see Jackass 2, but due to poor planning we ended up seeing "The Illusionist". The movie was interesting enough
to keep me awake the majority of the time. It was about an exceptionally talented musician enduring the hardships of an unrequitted childhood romance.

He stages her death and goes off into hiding. A lot happens in between.

After the movie I assed around the gameroom, viciously flinging popcorn  at the zombies whenever they
endangered Tony's remaining life bar.

Popcorn, Soda, Idiots...it was a pretty damn good night.

Flantastic.
There's nothing to think about when I should be paying attention. As I once said, attention doesn't pay. It's a fucking shitty manager.

Playing videogames is a curse for me. It's the perfect excuse for prolonged laziness. I shouldn't blame them completely though. I'm sure I'd find another equally stupid outlet to waste time if videogames never happened.

Dammit. It's 12:08. That's another 53 and a half grueling minutes until this class is over. And one more month til this course is over. Ugh, it never ends.

Curiosity prompted me to shave my legs. It was a long irksome process to remove all the hair from my knee down. It hurt too. I  bled in no less than five places. My ankle bled so much I couldn't resist working it into my water-color painting.

Blood is a very rusty color when it dries. Its  unique texture and thickness make interesting designs on watercolor canvas. I do a lot of things, and this is one of the few even I admit is weird.

Some people are pretty fucking dumb. Stephanie is one of them. I contacted her on aim under the alias 'abbadonflare' and asked "are your parents home?" To most people this question should be a giant red flag.

Only creeps ask this kind of question. And creeps should be blocked immediately, rather than doing this she stayed on, stupidly insisting that I reveal my  identity. That's one thing I can't comprehend about strangers, they want to know who you are when they very well [should] know that you can lie about yourself anyways.

And naturally, I revealed myself in obvious hints and inside jokes she would've caught onto had she been
even slightly inspective.

She called her parents and the police before she thought to ignore me or block my sn (which she should've done awhile ago), and continued to feed into my blatant refusals to tell her who I was. In between, I corrected her grammar, and refused to give false notions of my profile unless she spoke to me in clear, complete, unabbreviated sentences.

In the end I got bored of teasing her frail mind and said something so obvious  even she would recognize it with some form of familiarity. "Sometimes, maybe". She understood me to some degree. She knew I was one of mike's friends. Her stupidity still apalls me. I said "sometimes, maybe " in that distinct voice at least two  hundred times to her over the phone.

I caved in. I bought Kingdom Hearts. For the longest time, I averted the game at all costs, because I despised Square's inclusion of stupid tooting Disney characters in a Final Fantasy setting.

I love Final Fantasy, and Disney has no place in thrilling epics, of the level and wonder of FF's narratives. Okay, that was a little too much praise, but the fact remains. Final Fantasy is good. Disney..isn't.

I'm an hour or two into it, and I have to admit, it isn't bad. I've heard nothing but good reviews from it..

Yesterday I saw the new Ninja Turtles movie with Lasher. It was surprisingly better than half of the horror movies I've seen. They didn't have the traditional Turtle's theme song in the movie. That made me sad, seeing as how that's the only thing I can accurately remember from the Ninja Turtles.

Something pissed me off, and then confused me. In one of my ex's replies she stated that she didn't know what 'belated' meant, (I wished her a belated birthday in a message) and also posted a bulletin stating that the last person she said "I love you" to was Jim, whom she's been dating for about three weeks. I have no place in judging a fifteen-year-old's honesty, but, nevertheless, I wonder..

Now that I haven't been dating her, I am more skeptical of her intelligence and emotional integrity. I overlooked a lot of her blatant flaws as "well, she said it because she was young".

I'll enlighten you. Here's an example. Mike, Amber (my ex) were in the car, when I struck up a conversation. I don't remember how it started, but somehow it veered into the topic of serial killers. I brought up Charles Manson, and told her that many of his faithful disciples were hippies, whom he convinced to kill, steal and any virtually any other vicious crime he desired. After I was done describing that and a couple other issues in  his 'cult' she was quiet, and then she said, "wow, hippies worked for  him? ippies are cool." I shit you not. Now, she didn't say this in morbid humor, but sincere thought. Hippies were 'cool'. So hippies couldn't commit acts of rape and gruesome murder.

And so went her scientific theory. I argued with her, but she didn't get it. I guess hippies are some sort of symbolic god with her, who's flared jeans and shaggy hair couldn't possibly be capable of evil.

Stupid. Not like I needed to say it.

I hate young girls. There's no way I'm ever dating someone under sixteen again.