this is duality being useful.
shoot to kill: i let loose with my venting, bitching, and frustrations. (bad stuf, yea? well, i'm thinking, it's better that i say those things here than anywhere else, for example, in front of people.)
next year's girl: smart. pretty. the personality of a decent human being. the total package. this is where i keep track of my progress in the metamorphosis.
August 31, 2003
L O S E R ! ! !
there's this bitch named keiko.
this bitch had the nerve to PLAGIARIZE not only one, but many bloggers' entries.
she cuts and pastes their words, and, get this--changes the original names of the people in the entry to names of friends she doesn't have.
and i thought I didn't have much of a life--hey, at least i've got enough to write about.
(what the fuck is wrong with you??? )
there's this tagboard she has. i tried to contribute a piece of my mind, but i think their system's down again cause it wouldn't go through. that's okay. this is what this place is for.
because i couldn't tag her, i just emailed my support to this guy. it was the least i could do, aside from yapping about it here. >:)
keiko--
you stupid shit-faced bimbo. you pathetic chunk of scum.
i can't even fathom what brand of LOSER plagiarizes, of all things, OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS. your purpose wasn't even to help you pass a class, it was to MAKE YOUR LIFE look more INTERESTING AND EXCITING than it actually is. i can't believe you can't tell just how fucking PATHETIC that is.
i'm guessing the reason you don't get out much, the reason why your blog SUCKS in the way of being ugly and annoying, is because there aren't many people who can stand to deal with your self-centered IDIOCY.
you're such a LOSER!! hey, congratulations--the comittee's voted, and you've won the title of BIGGEST LOSER IN THE UNIVERSE. you beat washed-out actor who brags about how hot he is. you beat out the 34-year-old guy with no ambition whatsoever who lives in his parents' basement and jerks off to crinkled copies of Playboy. you beat out the smelly old guy at the bar who gets wasted and kicked out of the bar at closing time--EVERY NIGHT. yes, out of all these and more candidates, you've won the title of BIGGEST LOSER IN THE UNIVERSE. because you can't even WRITE ABOUT YOUR DAY, let alone put together a single original thought. but this is the bigges reason why YOU'RE A LOSER: because you've been a student for years now, and you CHOSE TO IGNORE that millenia-old LAW of being a student, a worker, a DECENT AND HONORABLE HUMAN BEING--THOU SHALT NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK, MOTHERFUCKER. KEEP YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF MY WORK, OR I'MA KICK YO' BITCH ASS OUT THE WINDOW.
nah, that's not really how it goes--it's just, "Use Your Own Wordes, Don't Plagiarize. Plagiarism is Evil. Plagiarism, No. No Plagiarism." But apparently rubbing the two brain cells you have together can't comprehend such big words. Apparently the concept of writing about YOUR DAY is light-years beyond you. Well, hopefully all the angry people tagging and writing you and your imaginary friends is enough of a wake-up call.
if it were up to me the wake-up call going something like this: APOLOGIZE TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE YOU RIPPED OFF, AND NEVER BLOG AGAIN. if i were you i'd close up intimidatinglybeautiful.blogspot.com and hide in a corner. after all, you were cut-and-pasting other people's words. it's not like YOU had a whole lot to say.
LOSER!!!
To the rest of all you people: show some support against The Main Dish from The MORON BAR and yell at her on that tagboard. Email the designated hitman or the leader of Operation Kill Keiko.
I still don't think Miss Brainless and Annoying has been yelled at enough to make her go offline yet. href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/keikosucksass/" target="_blank">
Keiko, the votes are in and you've been voted off the island.
LOSER!!!!
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] aug-31'03/5:47pm(PAC)July 7, 2003
evidence that my dad has a vengeful streak
last wednesday: because my dad didn't have enough money to go buy a netwerk card for the pc to hook up the dsl and canceled the earthlink account, i'd been mooching off the godfather's connection for internet access. that night he approached me in a pissed-off mood because i'd fiddled with the phone line--i'd taken out the little filter he'd jacked in for the dsl and replaced it with the old plug. i said i was sorry, and i thought the issue was closed.
tonight: i finished writing the longass 7.4'03 catch-up entry for AWA2. i try to log on, and discover that the phone line leading out of the computer has been ripped apart.
and, i have to ask: what the fuck is with that??!
this is not the first time that i've done something to piss him off and he's retaliated in a sublime yet juvenile manner. in fact, whenever i think i've done something to piss him off, after he yells at me i always wonder about what strike he's quietly taken to get his revenge. i usually find out soon enough, and when i do, i end up seething.
this is what's happened in the past: i don't say anything, because the way i figure, fighting about it won't get anyone anywhere. and i think he's already acted not-his-age enough for the two of us. (i don't want to say 'immaturely'.) so i seethe about it for the short while after it happened, then i get over it and it gets pushed out of my mind. ...until the next time it happens, and then i think that maybe i should remember so that at i'll be able to make a freaking accusation and make it stop. in this case, i know he was pissed off cause i messed with his stupid stupid wires, but i can't say anything! the most i've done is tell my mother that the phone line is fucked and shown her the pieces, and my 'bewilderment' (disguised frustration) at this sheeyit--the phone line's busted! and she, not knowing anything, brings up the possibility that i may have yanked on the line and broken it. 'you're the only one who uses that computer...' so of course that's probably what he was counting on--i'm the only one who uses it, so it's my fault. he doesn't touch this computer.
i am sooo exasperated right now. it's like, gawd. aren't you a little old to be throwing a tantrum?
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] jul-8'03/6:13pm(PAC)June 28, 2003
stk(2): the skirt
i got this skirt from aeropostale when i was in nj, and my mom told me this morning i couldn't wear it because it was "too short".
it's not too short.
a pair of shorts i got from the same store is shorter than that skirt, but i get to keep it.
wtf is this?!?
i have never in my life been called a "slut-o-rama" by anyone, but this morning my own mom called be that, multiple times, and the skirt isn't even that short.
i understand about the halter top. i do. but the skirt is just your typical summer skirt. of course it's not down to my knees. it's cute. i like it.
but i have to go return it. she's watching me like anything, there's no way i could get away with not returning it.
$#@$%^@!&*(@@#%@^t@^(#%&$@!!!!!!!!
i am gritting my teeth and seething right now.
dammit.
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] jun-28'03/11:46am(PAC)June 27, 2003
n.y.g(1): this is the start
this week was the first week of my adjustment to my summer routine. my first week starting to take the steps to make me into next year's girl.
so far, so good. kind of.
this summer routine is summer school. i chose to take four and a half hours of pe every day for six weeks.
(i'd like to remind everyone that i am not suicidal. yet.)
it isn't really that bad--i finish up this six weeks, i won't have to take pe ever again. i'll be able to wear whatever shoes i want this coming year, and all my classes will be indoors. i won't ever have to smell like sun and sweat. and the way we'll be doing things in the class, it's a sure thing that i'll be able to shed some weight. so, it's good. all for the best.
except...it's so tiring. which i'm telling myself is a good thing. it's good to be tired. yeah.
*sigh*anyway...
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] jun-27'03/10:42pm(PAC)June 26, 2003
stk(1): no connection
before i flew out to jerzey, my dad received the new dsl connection in the mail. i was told that he would have it set up and ready to go by the time we got back.
obviously, it wasn't.
so i've been offline for close to a week now, i haven't updated AWA2 in a longass time and i had so much stuf to talk about... and i haven't visited the rbj forums in days--and we all know that a even two days without posting = 20+ missed threads, more than half of which would be things i'd be interested in responding to.
this is so annoying.
damn.
yea, i know people's lives don't revolve around me and what i want, but i was so looking forward to that new dsl line...and besides, here i can be as selfish as i want.
...y'know...it feels a little weird trying not to have second thoughts about what i'm saying and how i sound and whether or not i really feel a certain way. i'm not sure if that's a habit i should drop just because half this blog is supposed to be me venting and all spiteful...
*d'oh-smack* but all i'm doing is rambling!
k, look: it doesn't matter and no one cares.
right.
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] jun-26'03/9:02pm(PAC)June 25, 2003
another thinkspace for me
yup, i actually finished making another one...and it looks ever so much spiffier than the rather static AWA2, dontcha think? well...maybe not. this place is probably only just as good (or bad--i mean, as you can tell, this was made by someone without much skill). i tried, but i didn't make it. by that i mean i'm only relatively happy about it. there are always things to improve on and make better... like, i'm not exactly sure if i really like having the boxes askew.
anyway! to the new visitors: this place, stk/nyg, is not my main blog. this is like, the side dish. the risotto. this is not the best representation of me or the shiniest reflection of my "dgtl soul". if you want that, go here. (i'm in a pluggy mood.)
oh yea, this can tell you more about who i am.
'swhat i said: [.next.year's.girl.] jun-25'03/6:21pm(PAC)