6/6/6666

So, I'm not even alive by now (or am I? o.O) and this browser is probably waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out-dated. People are quite possibly speaking a completely different language by now. But I don't care, because this is my way of having a digital footprint in the future. Who knows? Maybe someone will stumble across this post with their newfangled technology and go. OMGALIENNNNNNSSSSS. Because they won't understand what I'm saying, or something. Anyways, have fun on this day of all sixes. I take satisfaction in knowing that even in the futureI shall have a way of wasting peoples time. ^_^

Emotional Dump Rant

So today I realised something. I hate myself. More than anyone, or anything else on this planet. I don't want to be me anymore. I want to be someone better. Someone kind and honest and true to herself. Someone who doesn't run away from the things that she can't quite find an answer for. The current me? I'm only truly honest in my poetry. I'm too much of a coward to tell the truth about things that matter. I don't like the way I live my life, but I'm too scared to change it. Scared that, while I hate the current me, I might end up hating the changed me even more... Scared that the friends I have will forget about me. Will leave because I'm not the same. But really, most of all... I'm scared that the person I change myself into would be perfect. Would be someone so likeable and fun to be around, someone who's good at everything... Or at least good at seeming like she's good at everything... I'm so scared of that happening, and then forgetting why I became that way in the first place and going back to... This. A scared, slightly overweight, plain looking almost-adult. The person who couldn't even tell her best friend the truth about having depression and anxiety. The person who couldn't stand up for herself  for years because she couldn't get past that one stupid thing that happened when she was eleven years of age. The person who let her past haunt her and drive her into some really... Stupid things.

So yeah, I hate myself because I'm a coward and not brave enough to go ahead and take the leap. But more than that, I hate myself because I hate the way I lead my life. I hate myself, because if I met "me" in person, I'd look at her and think she was pathetic.

Rambles and thoughts and rambling thoughts.

So I've decided that I am going to attempt to write down five minutes of just straight thought into a blog post and hit publish without editing. At all. I am going to do this every day for as long as I can be bothered. Here goes...

For someone who hates pink I sure have alot of it in my room, lots of my dvd cases are pink. Why is everything "for girls" in pink? It's so annoying. Oh, that mouse is running around again. It's so adorable... Must... Resist... Urge... To stare... And capture... Ooh, Amy is home. She'll likely invade sometime soonish, that'll interrupt my five minutes. Drat. Oh well, I'll just post whatever I get down. Wow, I have so many empty ginger beer bottles lying around. I should really do something about that... I think I'll take my trash out tomorrow. How long have I been typing? Oh, only a minute. So many words in such a small amount of time, of course, they probably won't seem nearly enough once I hit post and read over all of this. Amy is talking to Clancy, poor thing, his foot is all bandaged up. Heh, and now that chicken is inside. That's an adorable chicken. IT had better not come into my room, the mouse would be in danger. Poor mouse... I wonder where he vanished to. Hmmm, msn is flashing... I'll check that in a minute when I run out of time. My mind blanked for a moment there... How strange. I think maybe I should sleep early tonight. Even though I've got the day off tomorrow... I didn't really get all that much sleep. Need to play catch up now. What time is it now, come to think of it.. Oh, my time is up. Drat. No wait... that doesn't count, I've got another minute of thought to go. Um... Blarglesnarfle.

~Elissa

Letter list: my half

OK, so Arcaline from Midnight Memories and I are doing a sort of... letter.. list thing... which originated from boredom on facebook... anyways, we're taking turns. He's starting with A and doing every first letter, and I'm starting with B and doing every second letter of the alphabet. So his half is coming soon, here's my half:


B
Something I like: Blood
Something I hate: Bullying
Something I love: Bats (they're just so darn cute... :D)
Something that's bad: Bragging
Something I'm not: Beautiful
Something that I am: Bubbly


D
Something I like: Daggers
Something I hate: Driving
Something I love: Dolls
Something that's bad: Drow.
Something I'm not: Disgusting
Something that I am: Dangerous ( As far as you know, anyway >:3 )


F
Something I like: Flowers
Something I hate: Frowning
Something I love: Fleece
Something that's bad: Frost
Something I'm not: Funny
Something that I am: Freaky


H
Something I like: Hats
Something I hate: Hopelessness
Something I love: HETALIA
Something that's bad: Horns...
Something I'm not: Haughty
Something that I am: Happy! :D


J
Something I like: Jousting.
Something I hate: Jealousy
Something I love: Jo-- keeping that one secret.
Something that's bad: Jaundice.
Something I'm not: Jelly.
Something that I am: Jiggly.


L
Something I like: Lollipops
Something I hate: Lonliness
Something I love: Lavender?
Something that's bad: Laundry.
Something I'm not: Lovely
Something that I am: Ludicrous.


N
Something I like: Noms!
Something I hate: No noms!
Something I love: NOMS!
Something that's bad: Not having NOMS!
Something I'm not: Noms :<
Something that I am: Noms?


P
Something I like: Parrots.
Something I hate: Prejudice.
Something I love: Pandas
Something that's bad: Pain?
Something I'm not: Pixelated.
Something that I am: Pleasurable?


R
Something I like: Raffles.
Something I hate: Racism
Something I love: Rain!
Something that's bad: Reapers.
Something I'm not: Ravishing
Something that I am: Real.


T
Something I like: Trains.
Something I hate: Trucks. (They're big and scary!)
Something I love: Turtles
Something that's bad: T-- (Ican'tthinkofanything.)
Something I'm not: Triplets.
Something that I am: Turnip. (totally.)


V
Something I like: Vegetables.
Something I hate: Vampires (that sparkle)
Something I love: Verselth. (Kinda)
Something that's bad: Vanity.
Something I'm not: Vegan.
Something that I am: Voluptuous?


X
Something I like: Xena.
Something I hate: X-Box.
Something I love: XP
Something that's bad: Xeroma
Something I'm not: Xena.
Something that I am: XVIII.


Z
Something I like: Zuccini.
Something I hate: Zul'Gurub. (FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-)
Something I love: Z.
Something that's bad: Z.
Something I'm not: Zoologist.
Something that I am: Zany?

I'm scared of my house...

Dearest Mother,

I apologise for the dismally short and, I imagine, quite confusing letter that I assume you recieved a week ago. I suppose you must be wishing for further explanation in this latest update. I must admit, I am a little hesitant to elaborate. I shall, however, try my best.

You see, upon arrival to this land I was quite charmed. It is a most peculiar place after all! All the grass here is lime green, the sun is bright blue - there is a huge grin upon it's face for the whole day! - and the clouds have purple faces, they're always making the most amusing expressions.Yes, the land here is quite lovely and I'd be quite happy living here if only it weren't for my house. Oh, and you must know why. Here let me picture it for you.

First, the roof is made of bright angry red tiles, and the walls are built from an almost pallid looking white brick. The windows, although all the lights may be turned off on the inside, are always glowing a sickly yellow when viewed from outside. This isn't even the most disturbing of the features of my house! Oh, mother, the door. There is no doorknob, it simply sweeps open when it is approached with the intention of leaving. At the top of it there is a set of huge, ugly black teeth. Yes mother, teeth. My house has fangs!

And still, this isn't the most terrifying part. for you see mother, when I am sitting quietly by the fire-place with a good book or a piece of sewing, or when I am tucked into bed ready to sleep, I am absolutely certain that I can hear the voice of my house. Whispering and muttering things, and laughing at me! I don't know how I have managed to sleep at all since I moved here, as it is quite distressing.

I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking that I'm just letting my imagination get away from me and that I'm telling stories, but let me assure you Mother. This is most definitely not the case.

Oh well, believe what you will, but I'm afraid that this is all for now.

Lots of love, sincerely,
Quivering Elaine.

I'm scared of my house...

To my dearest Mother,

I'm settling in quite nicely to my new home, is what I'd like to be able to say. However, this is not the case. Because, you see. Quite frankly, I'm scared of my house.

This is all I have time to write as of the moment, as there is a Flying Blue Pitterwick caught in the chimney that needs my immediate attention.

Love,
Fearful Elaine

Odd feelings.

Has anyone noticed things that they do or feel when they're doing ordinary things?
Ordinary things such as, having a shower or taking your dog for a walk.

I, for one, get this unbelievable feeling of power every time I walk across a pedestrian crossing and the cars have to stop for me. Like "Hah! You may be able to crush me with that giant hunk of metal but you have to stop for me, no matter what while I'm walking here!".

It seems silly when you look back at it, this I know, yet it happens every time. I can't help but wonder, does anyone else feel this way when they cross the road?

What are some odd things that You feel when you're doing ordinary everyday stuff?

~Elissa

Kameyonaisean Turtle Cult: Legend of the Beginning

The Kameyonaisean Cult of the Turtle, Report.

Elissa Storm – Cult revival squad.

…And so I came across a strange temple today, it was located in a rather strange spot. I was most intrigued, as this temple is by far one of the best links to the Kameyonaisean Cult, which existed several years before the Spanish came to America. With in this temple I found scriptures on the walls, which I have included and translated as best I can from Turtillean below:

Top Ten: Vocaloid Gakupo

Gakupo is probably my favourite Vocaloid. So it's only natural that he's one of the first that I do. Ofcourse, he's probably one of the most difficult, too, since I love most of his stuff...

Oh well, let's see if I can't pick a few favourites...

Top Ten: Vocaloid Rin & Len

Introducing a new section of my blog... 'Top Ten'  in which I will share my top ten favourite of a particular thing every week (or so)

To get me started, this week it will be songs by vocaloids Rin & Len Kagamine (with video linkage!)

So here goes:

10. Never - Rin & Len Kagamine

I'm back!

Not that I was really gone in the first place... I was just working through some personal issues and didn't really have the motivation to post anything here (gosh, that makes it sound so much more serious than it is... ;p;) ... anyway... yes, I am back for now.

with a LINK to my Tumblr. Where I post the song of the day along with other audio/video that I feel like putting up there.

And absolutely nothing else. 

Home again...

So, I got back from Supanova late last night. I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired that I didn't even bother looking at my laptop to do anything. So! Time for a rant!

Supanova was absolutely bloody amazing and, as a result of going I am now:

Crazy! Who me?

Time

The gavel has fallen, the room is dark.

The light is blown, by a runaway spark.

The crazy has caught you, the voices say die.

The end is coming, it's just a matter of time.

That there was inspired by a conversation I was having with my boyfriend before I went to sleep, and by the Ace Attourney games - which, by the way, are wonderful - I think it sums up my brand of crazy quite nicely... 

I. Am. So so so so so so so SO excited for tomorrow... just have to make it through three hours of school and then I'm off to Sydney for Supanova!!!!!!!! *excited flailage*
Expect a highly hyper rant about how awesome it was when I return!!

A pointless Point of View...

And I haven't even been listening to Emilie Autumn lately.
Oh well, that's beside the point. The point is, well, I suppose I need to actually write something substantial before I decide what the point is. That's the way it usually works, yes?

Neeeeeed Sleeeeeep

I. Am. So. Tired.
I can barely stay awake, let alone actually do anything worthwhile. I'm probably going to end up with a crap-load of horrible spelling and grammar errors. Which I will fix when I am more awake.  (Edit: I am now going through and fixing them)

Hetaliaaaaaaa~!

So Kitty and I - as per our usual routine - were talking while waiting for our bus yesterday afternoon and, being the huge fangirls we are, the topic turned to Russia - this won't make much sense to you unless you know what Hetalia is, shame on you if you don't - and his personality traits. After that we somehow started talking about whether or not he would make a good boyfriend or not - we decided yes, if a little possessive and selfish - and then we moved onto other countries. So, here is a list of what our entirely awesome, weird, and over fangirlish conversation resulted in, as far as countries based on their Hetalia personalities, for our choice of boyfriends:

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

HAH! I AM A PERSON!
OK...that was random...even for me, that was kinda random, if I'm the one saying it was so, then it must be...or something.
ANYWAY! I am invading this blog. even though I have permission, obviously, so it's not invading then, is it...
...

Creativity - Come baaaack~!

So lately I've been in a bit of a creative slump. I can't write. At all. Ok, so maybe I can write a little, but I can't seem to get more than two lines into something before I get completely stuck. I'm even having trouble writing this, and all it's made up of is me ranting about things that have nothing to do with anyone else...

I wonder..

It vexes me, when people say things like "What would you know about it?" to a child. They should know better,  because yes, they are older and yes, they know more... but shouldn't that also mean that they know what it's like to be a child? Shouldn't they know that as a child you generally know much more than people give you credit for?