| Hey, everyone. As usual, during the holidays my computer access will be twice as limited, oh gawd!
So I just thought I'd say happy holidays and Merry Christmas and whatnot.
Have fun and be safe, everyone!
~Ciao for now :3
P.S. - Yay presentz!!!! X3 | comments: Leave a comment   |
| Again, this is something between people I know IRL, so if it doesn't make any sense, ignore it, ne?
Ladies, it's over. I'm calling it off 'cuase he's posting every minute like it's a chat or something and because I believe all that's been said is all that's needed and we are only repeating ourselves. I hope he's learned at least a little something of this, but judging by his responses, I'd venture a no.
I've logged all the responses I could before he deleted them and I'll be organizing the file and posting it later. The ones he did delete I'll be writing as best I can and adding a little color to each one, since he was stupid enough to delete them in the first place.
I'll probably be going friends only after this, and will discuss Scruffy's stupidity later if I feel like it. One doesn't usually ponder the opinions of ants, after all. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| Anybody who doesn't know what's going on, just ignore all this shite, ne?
Okay, friends and family, I give permission. No holding back, no beating around the bush.
Go to my last post (sailor moon quiz) and let 'im have it. Go. Fly off the handle. Let loose.
SIC 'EM. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| a quiz result:
Take the "You're Senshi Who" Quiz at Wishing Moon.
:3 | | |
| Hey everyone, just wanted to let you know that it worked out fine. I left the girl a note because she wasn't there, and she talked to me later. She said "I got your note. That was sweet, you didn't have to do that!" And then she invited me to hang out. Her name's Sabrina, btw (so I don't have to keep referring to her as "her" and junk.)
So yeah, it's fine. I just gotta learn to forgive myself for even the small things.
In other news, I got a nice little bundle of Sailor Moon items ALL FOR $11 DOLLARS, INCLUDING SHIPPING!!! It rocks so much I can't stand it.
I got (all used items, btw):
TWO Sailor Moon patches, that are SO going on my red, cordurouy jacket (which I am decorating with as much flair as I can find.)
A Sailor Moon R portfolio with awesome character pics upon it.
An American Sailor Moon stationary set/folder with printed pages as well.
And an adorable Chibimoon and Artemis bag: it is awesome, being cylindrical with a zipper on the side and a free outer senshi keychain on the zipper. I put my colored pencils in it happily.
Maybe I'll get one of the advertising LJ accounts so I can upload pictures.
Also, Luce, your photobucket pics of whatever wierd critter you found aren't working and I desparately want to see it! | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| This is the response to her journal questionaire thing she posted. She put up these questions and said that if I commented she'd answer them, then I'm supposed to do them back, in my LJ, I think that's how it goes...
1. You like to dress summat punk! (summat=somewhat in Southern)
2. I challenge you to complete one of your stories! (or at least get past chapter ten or so:)
3. Various tones of soft brown and tan.
4. I like how you're always there for those who need you.
5. I think it was when we were all talking one morning at school. It's hard to remember.
6. A deer with long winter coat.
7. ...Why don't you set out into the world, or at least got to college to get away from your parents? Why can't you be free...
Here were the instructions she gave. I guess I'll go ahead and do them for my friends and fam and whatnot. So yeah, it's like, leave your name/alias or whatever in a comment and I'll do this thingy for you in a reply. It's fun!
If you comment and leave your name/alias:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that associates with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours (And by must I mean, if you feel like it.) | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Last night I got pretty drunk just after work. I knew better. I knew my stomach was empty and that I was drinking a heavy drink poured by Tom, who was well in the sauce. I knew better.
Nothing really bad happened that I can remember...But the next thing I knew Tom was giving me this big speech about how I was mean to the resident rich-girl-slut-pothead (she's not really a slut, just looks like one.) The reason I feel bad is because although I'm insanely jealous of her buckets of money, I really like her pretty well. She's been better this semester and didn't deserve what Tom says I said.
I wrote her a note and I'm gonna put it under her door ('cause she's at work) and then I hope that will be okay until I can apologize in person.
I just feel so damned bad. And then I admitted to Tom while I was drunk that any small mistake I make I must "atone" for and other such things important to me, albeit wrong, in my head and now I'm afraid he'll think I'm a crazy bitch like his last girlfriend. I KNOW he doesn't feel that way, but I just, I guess, well I just wanna do my best.
Anyway, I can only stew on it until I feel better. I don't know how to fix that, and never have. Don't know what to do about making something right. Don't know what to do with my feelings of guilt and I don't know how to forgive myself.
I feel like a perfect heel. But then, nobody's perfect. | | comments: 20 comments or Leave a comment |
| Perhaps there are some people on Earth who aren't aware that persistence is not always appreciated or called for. Perhaps I need to make myself more clear.
My recent musings and events as of late have brought me to realize a few things, if not just remembering statements that I've made before:
Those who are truly sorry for something, do not repeat the offense.
Those who are drunk and type hurtful, stupid things should not type while drunk.
Those who do the above repeatedly, in conjunction with the first "Those who..." statement, are not truly remorseful, and I shan't forgive the action for the 14th time. I should not have forgiven it the first 13.
Should you wonder if it is unethical to stop the forgiving process, that's not really what I'm doing. For I say that those who are forgiven most easily and repeatedly for horrible acts shall repeat them continuously. Spare the rod...
Those who refuse to let the iron cool before touching it will be burned.
Those who have been threatened with a restraining order twice deserve to be called Stalker.
Those who insist on trying to contact me when I command it not to be risk this court order again.
I will not tell you a second time. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| This entry is directed almost entirely towards My Stalker.
You know what, asshole? You really piss me off. You need to pull that fuckin' ugly stick outta your ass before I pull it out for you and beat the ever lovin' shit out of you. If you got somethin' ta say then say it, but try to remember who you're talking to. My name is Tabitha Emerson, and I am BETTER THAN YOU.
In fact, I'm better than ALL the people who ever gave me stupid problems without reason. I'm BETTER THAN ALL YOU ASSHOLES and I wash my hands of you. I am free of your stupidity, and shall remain so evermore.
You know why I'm better than you? Because I not only realize that there are other people on this planet, but have the decency to respect the FACT that they have feelings as well and that everything does not revolve around me. Sometimes I wish I could be king of the world too, but I just have too much self-respect.
For a long time now I haven't felt like calling you Stalker, without a sufficient substitution for your name and with the fuckfaced way you messaged me on AIM, this is what you're getting. Did you know we all call you this behind your back? That if we don't call you Scruffy we call you my Stalker? Well? Did you know that?
Now, as for the posting, TRY TO REMEMBER THAT I DO NOT GET ONLINE BUT ONCE IN A BLUE MOON. It took me five days to learn that capital letters equals shouting. Seven to learn that Sailor Moon was on the internet. And no less than 16 days did it take to learn that not everyone online is your friend. So it should come as no surprise that I DIDN'T THINK TO ASK PERMISSION BEFORE POSTING SOMEONE'S AIM NAME. If I could remember all the net nuances all the time then I'd call myself God and sit on a throne made entirely of gold and silver, AND I'D HAVE YOU BUILD IT FOR ME PIECE BY PIECE.
So you don't want to be friends? So you don't want to talk to me for a while? WELL THANK THE EVER-BLESSED LORD!!! Does that at all sound familiar to anyone else? Hmmmm, lemme think....OH YEAH! That's just what I wanted! I said to you that I didn't want to be friends anymore. I said to you that I didn't want to talk anymore. In fact, in addition to the recent event, I have said this four other times in my life. To think that it has finally come true, I am at a loss.
I've got one piece of advice for you, and grudgingly casting my pearls before swine at that. Learn to live like you are dying. Go outside. BREATH FRESH FUCKIN' AIR. Go fishing. Kick a soccer ball around. Stop rotting in your little nest. It's almost the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. I've never seen someone sit on his ass and go to college for nigh on six years. Learn to build model airplanes. Learn how to fix your car. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO SOMETHING! Wait...for the love of the fact that you are HUMAN and have ABILITIES and possibly something good and new to share with the world, for the love of all that GO OUTSIDE.
Because I am more civil than you, I am better than you. Because I will become something in my life and make my family proud, I am better than you. But most of all, the fact that I really know that I am your fellow human being, your neighbor as it were, and we are created equal and I am, in fact, NOT better than you; the fact that I know that makes me better than you as well.
My name is Tabitha Emerson, and I have nothing more to say to you. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| Yeah, believe it or not I'm posting. What's more, I chatted with my Stalker on AIM and explained to him important things without biting his head off, which is much easier to do than being civil, let me tell you...
Tahnit=My Stalker, MySweetBanana=Me
Tahnit: about that email..if i sounded like i was too into ya business i am sorry..i was just staying my opinion and thoughts..take them for as they are. I just miss talking to you. Its not an obsessive thing its just that you are my friend and i miss talking and hanging out with my friend..is that so bad?
MySweetBanana: Stop being so damned dramatic. You're a fuckin' nut sometimes, dammit! I mean, we were never really friends because that just cannot BE with you; the sex thing will ALWAYS be out there.
Tahnit: no.its not
Tahnit: not anymore
MySweetBanana: No exceptions; that is why you will have such difficulty finding an "other half." You think of women as porn sluts or objects or "friends with benefits."
Tahnit: ive done some hard thinking over the past few months
Tahnit: no not anymore
MySweetBanana: You have a serious problem; a condition that will probably take more medicine to cure, PLUS therapy PLUS a change in lifestyle.
Tahnit: im seeing a shrink. so im getting som help
MySweetBanana: And every two or three months I speak to you you say you've been thinking and you're "not the person you used to be" as if it all happened 5 years ago when it didn't, Stalker. It didn't.
Tahnit: well we were dating before you went to college..it just didnt work out..before that..yah..you are right
MySweetBanana: I'm glad to hear that you're seeing a shrink, though.
Tahnit: i just..want to be friends..nothing more...
MySweetBanana: It doesn't matter, I don't. I am not comfortable with that and it is NOT going to happen. That is all you need to know.
Tahnit: so we cant be friends
Tahnit: what?
Tahnit: i thought we were
MySweetBanana: I told you before that I might only be able to IM you every while, well I don't even have time to talk to my sister, so stop freaking out when you don't see me.
MySweetBanana: No, we never really were. Not quite. You and I have different interests and nothing to talk about.
Tahnit: dont say its not going to happen. ive changed.
Tahnit: and yes..we were
MySweetBanana: Pretty much nothing in common and I never have a good time hanging out with you because if I'm not bored to death watching you play your games then I'm having to fight to keep your hands off my breasts. Not very fun.
Tahnit: umm
Tahnit: what about when we were playing games at yoru house...or hanging out at waffle house
Tahnit: i didnt do either
MySweetBanana: I'm sure YOU'D like it if some girl couldn't keep her hands off your wang but it's not the same in girl world. We have this thing called self-respect.
Tahnit: your saying it as if it happend every time..and it didnt...it maybe happend when we were dating.
Tahnit: I KNOW
Tahnit: you keep saying this as if i dont know it..i do know it
Tahnit: im not as bad as you are making me out to be
MySweetBanana: Well, at the waffle house was barely tolerable except that you probably don't remember what 90% of the conversation turned to because you couldn't keep your eyes up here! **points to eyes** whether I was wearing a boob shirt or NOT.
MySweetBanana: Then maybe, Stalker, just maybe you don't know how really bad you are.
Tahnit: i am not bad
Tahnit: not anymore
MySweetBanana: You say that all the time. I understand that your mindframe may have changed. That is good. You're turning the way you need to go. But you cannot yet say that you aren't bad anymore because that is something that must be proved over the test of time.
Tahnit: well then let me prove it
Tahnit: im not obsessed over you..i am happy for you. i am not jealous anymore..ive moved on
MySweetBanana: I'm not saying you're obsessed with me, Stalker.
Tahnit: just..give me a chance to be friends with you
Tahnit: cause you were a big part of my life that i dont want to loose completly
MySweetBanana: It's easy for guys to think of me in a sexual manner; I like that. It shows I'm not ugly anymore. But you're problem is the sexual manner with which you conduct yourself.
Tahnit: you were never ugly
MySweetBanana: I also believe you lack the normal conversation and social buffers a lot of people have.
Tahnit: im working on those
MySweetBanana: You know what I mean. I'm not the subject here.
MySweetBanana: Good. Well, I'm glad we talked a bit without fighting about this, but I have to go have a smoke and then HW for archaeology.
Tahnit: ive been with a couple of women these past months. not been with but dated..and i did just fine.. the last one though turned out to be a bitch lol
Tahnit: i didnt look at her boobs all the time..we had great conversations. we went out to movies and dinner when i could afford it... it was a normal date..she enjoyed herself and so did i.
Tahnit: well..when you get back..i just want a chance.
MySweetBanana: Good, good. All good things to hear.
MySweetBanana: I'll bbl.
MySweetBanana: ~Ciao
Tahnit: k | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
| This is a reply I made to a post someone made in one of my friend's journals recently. As it's the first post I've made in a while, and I believe it came out most articulate, I felt the need to repost it here.
Again, this is a REPLY to someone else's post. I'm not having any love troubles right now.
-->"You cannot possibly believe that, because of the end of one relationship, love does not exist. After several "failed encounters" I'm sure you're feelings could be that much more true to you. But one? Even a great one?
Whenever you have loved someone, however briefly, that should tell you that it does exist. Otherwise, would you say that the love you have felt for anyone was false the whole time?
We're too young to give up believing in love. And, truth be told, no matter how old you get, you never can give up believing. It's in our blood. People need people, and without love how can that need be satisfied?
Every chance you're given, every one you take, no matter how heartbreaking it takes you one step further. It takes you that much closer to the love you are truly searching for.
I'll never believe you for a second. Not once will I believe that you'd give up on love. You love hard and so you hurt hard. You are so vibrant and full of life it would be hard for you to avoid all those who'll come along. You'll have to beat 'em off with a stick!
Get some sleep and think this over. Remember that sometimes it's very important that love is not enough."<-- | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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You Have A Type A Personality |
A
You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood
You tend to succeed at everything you attempt
And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top!
You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun
As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested
You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success |
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| "Kaori" is a good name. Though I much prefer my made up "Shichiko" or "Setsuko." Heh, my last name's "Hojo." **snicker. think FF7. snicker**
Your Japanese Name Is... |
Kaori Hojo
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| Okay, maybe I'll just post whenever I get to it. I'm too hungry right now.
But in the mean time...
You are |
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That's...just too funny. (I reloaded the page several times to see diff colors and I think my fav thus far is "tin man's johnson silver." Heh. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I'm currently going through my LJ and putting stuff on different levels of privacy. So if you read something, don't forget to check the date. And if you are or aren't on my friends list(and if your status ever changes), you can take it how you want. I have my reasons in my head and that's pretty much all I have for now. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Well, my friends and I planned a cross country trip a while back and the time's finally come, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
So I'll be like non-existent (as if that's a difference!) online for like 3 weeks and junk.
Take care, people!
~Update: I don't know if I'll ever get to writing about this vacation. Eh, oh well. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Everyone, I didn't want it to end this way, but I just don't feel like I can take it anymore. I've written out my will, which is in the notebook on the floor of my room. I didn't make nearly as much money as I had wanted to leave a lot of you (because I didn't reach the fame I wanted in this, my short life) but I've got other stuff to divvy among you vultures.
Maybe if I'd been just a little bit richer, I could have seen hope and made it. Or maybe if my mom had just been a little bit nicer, or Dan a little bit less selfish.
Peh, who should I be to talk of selfish? I consider this...this cowardly death selfish and cruel to my friends and family. But it can't be helped; the world is too evil and I too powerless to help it. Too...unmotivated anymore as well.
If I just could have made it to Japan, maybe it would have been allright. Over there I could be myself, could shout out and dress up. Instead I had to be stuck in Hickville USA. Can you believe it...out of all the places to land in. Why couldn't we have been stuck in Vegas still? WHY?!!!
But, if I hadn't been here, I wouldn't have met the friends I have now; true, philosophically and physically (as in physics) speaking, I wouldn't have missed them, but I am here now and you need to know I love you. I cannot apologize enough for the pain this will cause you. You need to know that, if there's any way, I will miss you too.
And you also need to know that...I'm...I'm joking.
April Fools. >^6____-^ | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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