[ F i e n d ]

The life of a fiendish schizophrenic.

Saturday, March 15, 2003

Oops.

I was listening to my music on full-blast while my window was open. My speakers are right next to the window. When I went outside to check my mail [Yeah, I know... it's late], I heard how loud my music REALLY was. You could hear it up to the next block. XD

Anywho... I just started posting on this message board that I found from searching, "Weezer" from the Google Image Search. It's pretty neat, you all should sign up and start posting! Wheeeeee. Oh yeah, if/when you do sign up, please put me as your referer. My username is Fiend. [Easy enough =P]

Almost Smart

Start posting now, loser. ò_Ó

*about to start blogging*

Holy shit I have to pee. *leaves room*

x_o;

Friday, March 14, 2003



I eat babies.


Bad Reputation

By Half Cocked. Written by Joan Jett, Kenny Laguna, Ritchie Cordell, and Marty Kupersmith.



I don't give a damn about my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
Hey, a girl can do what she wants to do
And that's what I'm gonna do

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me

And I don't give a damn about my reputation
I never said I wanted to improve my station
And I'm only feeling good when I'm having fun
And I don't have to please no one

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me

And I don't give a damn about my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
And I don't really care if I'm strange
I ain't gonna change

And I'm never gonna care about my bad reputation
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Break it down

And I don't give a damn about my reputation
The world's in trouble, there's no communication
And everyone can say what they want to say
It never gets better anyway

So why should I care about a bad reputation, anyway
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me

Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
Oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me

Damn right. Punk. ò_Ó <^>

Santeria

By Sublime



I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait




This song fucking 0wns.

Mil's English homework

Write about a journal entry from Beatrice and Benedick talking about the situation with Claudio and how Beatrice wants Benedick to challenge him in a duel.

Yeah... I'm posting my homework in my Blogger because I'm cool like that.


~

Mil Alba
A4




My dear loyal diary,

Outrage! I cannot believe what Claudio is accusing my cousin of! It is unbelievable, how he managed to sabotage my dear cousin’s live and reputation! Hath he not known of her sweet innocence? Hath he not learned from knowing Hero all this time—being oh so in love with her, and her in love with him?

What he did is unforgivable! Despicable! Unjustifiable, indefensible, inexcusable! Ah! I scream for my cousin’s pain. She does not deserve this, and Claudio certainly does not deserve her. How dare he say such nonsense about sweet my sweet ole cuz?

If only I were a man, diary. If only I had the strength to kill that bastard, the things I would do to torture him! For now, I can only grieve for I surely cannot challenge him into a duel. Ah, but diary, I have conjured up a plan to both keep my ladyship and get revenge on Claudio at the same time.

Benedick! Surely, he will show his love for me and fight for mine and my cousin’s honor! I just hope sweet Benedick will go through with the plan. I cannot bear it if he doesn’t. He is the only way I can have revenge on mine enemy, and without him, I’m just a bitter ole’ niece of the mayor.
Oh, how I would love Benedick if he follows through with my request.



Sincerely Yours,
Beatrice

~

Mil Alba
A4




Dear Journal,

Oh, what a dilemma! My best friend, Claudio, hath caused a great fuss during his wedding today. He claims that Hero has been unfaithful and that she sleeps around? I don’t believe it. Someone has to be up to something.

I am almost one hundred percent certain that Don John is behind all of this drama. Who else, but the notoriously known bastard, could ever do such a thing or plot such a plot?

On top of that, my dear love Beatrice wants me to challenge Claudio for making such a fool of Hero! Why, I argue, should I have to fight someone that has been tricked into hating the one woman that he loves? What if I were in that position, and someone tricked me into falling in love with my sweet Beatrice?

I would have agreed more willingly if Beatrice asked me to challenge Don John in a duel, but my best friend? ‘Tis a dilemma, indeed. Should I deny thy request and keep my best friend while losing my only love, or accept thy lady’s request and possibly injure—if not, kill my best friend? Woe is me; I don’t know what to do! Claudio is and has been my best friend, but I love Beatrice so much! And I’m pretty sure that if I don’t do this for her, she will clearly view me as a weakling and lose all interest in me. Ah, such tragedy!


Sincerely Yours,

Benedick

[/end homework]

My English class smells.

Bah. I'm so lazy. Nothing happened much this week. Actually, I'm just saying that because I am way too fucking lazy to talk about it.

Okay, fine. I'll talk about a few things. =X

Warning: Mil is about to talk about her shitty teen problems that people usually don't want to read about. Consult your medula oblingata before reading any further unless you want to suffer with severe mental [brain] seizures from the idiocy.

Umm.... I found out last Friday that Ashley likes the same guy that I do [Yeah, yeah. So far it's pretty lame, but uhh... whatever]. His name is Andrew. So anywho.. I really don't care because I'm like that. I was just like, "Oh, really? Why don't you ask him out?" as if I didn't like him. I don't know why I'm like this, I guess I just prefer friendships and I would rather not fight over a guy and lose a friendship, even if I'm not that close to the girl that likes the same guy that I like.

Anywho. Yesterday morning during first period, Ashley told me that she was going to confess her little crush to Andrew that day. I was excited for her. I told Lorraine and Steph what she was going to do, since they already knew that she liked him and shit. But---during English, I was talking to Sergio: one of Andrews best friends. I told him what Ashley was planning on doing, and how she really liked him. He was really suprised and started cracking up, but I punched him and he stopped. I didn't think it was a really big deal, I mean, I honestly thought Ashley was going to go through with it and it would be out in the open anyway.

But she didn't. I don't know why she didn't. Well yeah, she told me that someone told Andrew that Ashley was planning on "asking him out" when she really wasn't, and I guess Andrew got kind of freaked out. He wasn't at Art today. I felt kind of guilty.... but yeah. I'm over it.

Oh! We had a sub for Art today. He was really cool.... very hot. =X He loved Norah Jones, homestarrunner, art and a bunch of other crap. He looks like someone from Linkin Park. *drool* He was really nice, too. He watched Strong Bad's email with the rest of the class on the Art room's main computer. Fucking. Awsome.

Today, my team mates for basketball along with the coach and I are meeting at the bowling alley to play some games and to get our basketball pictures. We're also supposed to bring our uniforms, too. Pretty cool, pretty cool..

I'm starting work tommorow. Go me.

I need new shoes.

I am so over Gaia. I spent so many fucking hours on that shit.... and I really don't want it to start controlling my life. There are so many people that post there, it's fucking ridiculous. Probably 90% of them are scrubs, too. Don't get me wrong or anything, but the site is fucking awsome. It's just that the people that post in the General Topics section are all.... scrubby.... and all they do is compete for gold and buy, buy, buy shit for their characters. It was fun for a while, until I started to get a little uncomfortable being in that virtual rat race.

Yeah. I'm going to go eat some ice cream now.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

Another English assignment... ugh.

Monday, March 10, 2003

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.



Mike rbown: hi
I am NOT pangit: Hello
Mike rbown: how are you?
I am NOT pangit: Uhh.. I'm good
I am NOT pangit: Who is this?
Mike rbown: I am not sure...I think I just found you somehow...I am glad to meet you though :D
Mike rbown: What is your A/S/L?
I am NOT pangit: 79/?/Las Vegas
I am NOT pangit: You?
Mike rbown: :-\
Mike rbown: uhhh nevermind...maybe got wrong person
I am NOT pangit: Oh, okay.

Witty is me.

I haven't had the time to blog about what happened from Friday till now, so I guess I'll just do it now, since I'm all done with my homework and shit.

Friday

After school, me, Lorraine, Stephanie, Ashley and Kristene went over to Lorraine's house to watch the movie, The Ring. Only Ashley and I had seen it, and throughout the entire movie, we would quiver and hint out when the scary parts would occur. Lorraine says that she thought the movie would be a lot more scarier, but I guess I and everyone else that she knows--along with her boyfriend, highered her expectations of the movie. When I watched it for the first time in the theater, I did NOT think it was going to be scary at all. Actually, I mistook that movie for something else that my brother watched.. I forgot the name of the movie, but he said that it was really lame and was not worth seeing. I think it was Darkness Falls? I dunno.

A little before the movie, we were making little 30-second films just of us being idiots. Mucho fun. When I have the time, I'll upload them up and you can see how stupid my friends and I get when darkness falls *evil laugh*. Actually, my friends and I are wierd no matter what. ^^;;;

Saturday

Ahh, the Boardwlak job fair. I was going to apply for the Boardwalk games, but I knew they would get all anal because they only hire 16 year olds.. and I turn 16 in June. Oh, wow a few months from now. They act as if it's years away. Blagh.

Anywho.. I decided to apply for Whiting's Foods. They hire a lot of 15 year olds, so yeah. When I turned my application in, they scheduled me for an interview at 3:45. It was around 11 or 12, so I had like four hours of doing nothing and I only had ten dollars. I played a little DDR *cringe* and PIU, and walked around... a lot. While walking from the Whitings headquarters, I met the owner of Sunshops [a chain of tourist shops at the Boardwalk] and Twiesellmans Enterprises [a small chain of food restaurants at the Boardwalk]. They asked me if I was applying for Whitings, and I said yes. They were really nice guys... and jokingly, they said that Whitings sucked. They asked me how old I was, and after I told them, the owner of Sunshops said that I should apply for his company, since they pay more and I'm turning 16 anyway. The owner of Twiesellmans' stepped up and said that his company was better, and said that I should apply for his company. They were really funny guys, and after saying my goodbyes, I went back to the arcade.

I didn't really think anything of Twisellman's, since this guy named Adrian [some guy that I used to work with over at Hodgies] works there. But, I decided to apply for a job at Sunshops since they play music there 24/7, it's indoors, and yeah. NO FOOD. I was getting tired of working in places with food. So yeah, I go in, fill out an application, and they called up the supervisor person to interview me. I thought I did really well, I love taking interviews. I was certain I got the job.

BUT. When Lorraine and Ashley arrived around 2-3, I told them to apply for Sunshops with me. Big mistake. First of all, they also filled out an application each, and each had an interview ten minutes later. They ended up hiring Lorraine instead of me, just because she's 16 already, and I'm not 16 yet. I got so bitter. But yeah, I guess that's what I get for being nice and giving a friend the opportunity--MY opportunity on getting a really good job. Whatever.

Other than the subject of finding a job, my time at the arcade was pretty good. I'm going to start losing weight again, since I'm probably going to start playing DDR again. I lost so much weight the first year I played DDR. Man. Do you know how much weight I lost? Do you? Try 60 pounds. I was a little fatty, growing up until my teen years. Hahahaha. I should post some old pictures or something. =P

Dude. While I was at the arcade, some little lesbian goth chick was checking me out/stalking me. She was wearing these black pants with a red tank top, and was wearing black and red make up. Fucking scare. She followed me into the bathroom, too and started giving me the lovey-dovey eye. Blegh.

Sunday

After what happened on Saturday, I went back to the Boardwalk and turned in my birth certificate for Whitings. After turning in my needed shit for Whitings, I walked around a bit at the Boardwalk. I started to worry that I might not get the job at Whitings for some wierd reason, so I decided to just ask for an application for Twiesellmans'. All I wanted was an application, but the manager asked me if I wanted to have an interview right there. I said sure.. and after I filled out the application, she gave me an interview.

Wow. Twiesellmans' didn't sound half bad. They paid people under 16 a quarter more than minimum wage [what Whitings pays for 15 year olds], and we I would get a raise once I turn 16. After my interview, the manager said that she really wanted to hire me, so... yeah. I accepted the job. Fucking screw Whitings. I wanted a definite job right there, and Whitings didn't even call me. Actually, they might have called, my brother probably just didn't tell me about it. But either way. I think Twiesellmans' is better.

It's kind of wierd how I never EVER imagined that I would ever work there, but I guess I do. If it's a nice place to work and the environment is good, I probably won't re-apply for Sunshops when I turn 16. I highly doubt that Twiesellmans' is a bad company to work for, but you never know. Oh--and for those who live around Santa Cruz and do go to the Boardwalk, Twiesllmans' owns Hot Dog on a Stick, California Wraps, World Grill, and some other restaurants that I forgot the names of. At least I don't have to work at the same place everyday, like I did at Hodgies.. and I get to meet new people! Woooooh! :D

Today

Nothing really happened, except at art. I have a week to finish my "self portrait", which is actually a charchoal drawing of Norah Jones. I don't think anyone in my class is drawing theirselves. Oh well, it's not like we're in Art 3. But yeah.... I am falling waaaay behind in that class [I fall behind every assignment, actually] and I have until the end of this week to finish this project, and I just started today. Blegh. I took it home, and hopefully I will finish it by Friday. Other than that, it was just another "normal" day--whatever that is.

Wooh. I just finished my English assignment for today. We are currently reading the play, Much Ado About Nothing by the very well known Shakespeare, and we had a choice of the three [copying word for word from what the teacher assigned]:

1. Write ad advice column [Dear Abbie, etc.] with five letters from characters and responses from you.
2. Write a gossip column covering items from the course of the play so far.
3. Write a Jerry Springer transcript [two pages] with Claudio, Hero, Don Pedro, Friar Francis, and Leonato.

I decided on #2. I was about to do #1, but I really hate giving advice to characters that are not real. Plus, that idea kind of soudned cheesy... so yeah. Although, I'm pretty good with gossip--I guess--thus, I went with number two. #3 was a little risqué, and I really didn't want to get in trouble for writing something school un-appropriate, even if the idiotic teacher assigned something that would cause a student to do so.

Anywho, I'm done with it, so I guess I'll post it here. Only because I want to. *grin*

[Start assignment]~

Mil Alba
A4


Mila’s Gossip Corner



Fun, costumes, and masks galore!

Reporting right from the party inside the chamber of Leonato’s house, I can see that everyone is having great fun. I can assure you, that there is not a single person in here not dressed for the moment. The men are wearing their masks for good fun along with their colorful dress garments—all to impress the ladies. The women, in the other hand, are wearing beautiful Elizabethan gowns all in harmonious colors of gold, red, blue and orange. Although, you can tell the semi-rich from the ultra-rich, as the daughters of important men are blessed with beautiful crowns and more fanciful, more expensive dresses. What a night this will be!


The Prince plots a love connection

Uh oh! Is it love in the air, or is it just the result from the friendly, mischievous plans of our prince, Don Pedro, the uncle of Beatrice, Leonato, and the two couple, Claudio and Hero? I first-handedly heard from the party last night, how these four people are planning to fool Benedick that Beatrice loves him, thus vice versa. I have no idea why this team of four would want two people that would probably bite each other’s heads off into holy matrimony, but I guess they just saw something that I didn’t. Maybe they assume that the hot-tempered wit that the two have would cancel each other in contact through “love” and somehow form into a sick and twisted type of weird romance? Oh dear my. If you ask me, I honestly think it would never work out. But I guess we’ll see soon enough!

Hero, a treacherous slut?

I say this in deep sarcasm, for this is a great surprise. I always knew that Hero was hiding something. I thought, at first that I was only feeling that way because of my envy of the girl, for she is fair and she is adored. Although, after following Claudio to Hero’s window the other night, that with mine eyes, I saw Hero making un-matrimonial sin with another man! Such an un-faithful fiancé, don’t you agree? I cannot believe that our “innocent” little Hero could do such a thing. I shake my head in disappointment, but look on the brighter side, ladies—signor Claudio is yet again a bachelor! If you’re a pure, untouched lady of high seniority, I suggest you step up to the plate and try to win this man’s heart. Forget about Hero, I would bet my entire career that her father would at the least, disown her if he doesn’t end up killing the un-faithful witch.

Misunderstood! Trouble at the church

Heavenly gracious, Hero was innocent after all! Forgive me, readers of my column, for I have made great and biased judgments on our fair Hero. I was at the wedding today, and it turns out that the sweet girl is innocent! The Friar, along with the notorious “I will never get married” Benedick says so. We never should have trusted that Don John and Borrachio, of all people. ‘Twas Borrachio’s idea, but Don John was the one that went along with the plan, not to mention, the person that had the power and influence to carry along such a plan. He simply didn’t want anyone to be happy, especially with Claudio and Hero, he wanted to sabotage their marriage and ruin their chance in eternal happiness of love and romance.
This is how it happened: First of all, Don John did his best to convince Claudio and the Prince of Hero’s un-faithfulness. To coat it all, he and Boracchio planned to set up Margaret and her boyfriend inside Hero’s room so that they can do their “business”, while having Claudio believe that the girl inside Hero’s room was Hero. Such an evil little plot, I must say.

Dogberry: uneducated, drunk or just plain dumb?

Forgive me for attacking this honorable watchman of our quaint little town, but his idiocy really astounds me. If it were not for him, the dramatic scenario that occurred at the wedding of Hero and Claudio would have either been cleared up before the ceremony started, or at least numbed a bit and straightened up afterwards. He knew of the plot between Don John and Boracchio, but after an aggravating confrontation to tell Leonato, Hero’s father, about the Bastard’s evil plot, his mix-up of words only confused and irritated Leonato, whom lost patience in Dogberry and left him to go to the church. Although, the whole scene with Claudio and everyone else at the church somewhat humored me, so I guess Dogberry did one thing right. He may have good intentions, but good lord, it takes him a while (if ever) to accomplish them. I just hope that he gets some literacy help before he does anymore damage.


(Note about this paper)

I decided to “invent” an actual gossip queen that might have been present at the time of Much Ado About Nothing, if the story was ever real. Mila is a “reporter” that listens to the gossip that everyone else tells her, while making her own decisions on everything. She is pretty judgmental at times, and tends to follow the crowd—whomever they may be, and it usually makes her a little hypocritical. For example, when she heard about Hero’s treachery, she immediately jumped the bandwagon and believed everything that Don John was feeding everyone about Hero’s fake un-faithfulness. Yet, when she found out about the truth—or, at least found out that the Friar and Benedick believes that Hero is innocent, she jumps on another bandwagon and starts agreeing with their observations from the whole church scenario.
I based Mila on some of the gossip columnists of today. Some of them really do follow the names of their column genre—they actually do sometimes just go along with what is offered to them through gossip. Sometimes, what they say is completely false or is twisted through word of mouth. But, sometimes, they do get something right now and then—therefore, I didn’t write this entire gossip column completely out of the gossip that might have been going around the town of Messina.

~[End assignment]

Blegh.

asdf

Sunday, March 09, 2003

[Fiend] - version Aesthetic

Wheeee. Version 7.5 is finally here. I didn't change much.... but yeah.

Aesthetic:

aes·thet·ic or es·thet·ic ( P ) Pronunciation Key (s-thtk)

adj.

1. Relating to the philosophy or theories of aesthetics.
2. Of or concerning the appreciation of beauty or good taste: the aesthetic faculties.
3. Characterized by a heightened sensitivity to beauty.
4. Artistic: The play was an aesthetic success.
5. Informal. Conforming to accepted notions of good taste.

n.

1. A guiding principle in matters of artistic beauty and taste; artistic sensibility: “a generous Age of Aquarius aesthetic that said that everything was art” (William Wilson).
2. An underlying principle, a set of principles, or a view often manifested by outward appearances or style of behavior: “What troubled him was the squalor of [the colonel's] aesthetic” (Lewis H. Lapham).