Leaving tomorrow for BMT!

I'm writing this from my aunt's house. I've reconciled with Tony, Trevor, and Heather. The others... well, that'll still take some time.

It's really been hitting me this week. I've joined the United States Air Force. Jesus.

Goodbye until Spring!

Dear Hulu:

Can we please keep the Methuselah Foundation commercials out of my Fullmetal Alchemist? Because seriously, the whole damn show is a warning against extending human life, and even I can't find this funny.

I've lost three pounds and I'm going to the El Capitan to see "A Christmas Carol" with Amanda and her family. The smell of theater popcorn is going to KILL me, I say.

And in other news, Mom may have her faults but damn if she doesn't have awesome taste in music.



"O Fortuna" is the song I am going to die to, and if there isn't an apocalypse going on at that time so help me I am going to MAKE ONE. This song is beyond epic, Jesus Christ.

And if you would like some black-hearted lolz with your holy shit, have the nuclear war version!



Millions die, and I laugh. EVERYONE WEEP WITH ME~

So out of the blue yesterday, the-crazy-Ellen-who-is-not-my-mom called! And lo! I am being paid to dick around on her computer once again! This is, of course, after taking out her garbage, talking stupid to her homicidal cat, cleaning out (some) of her garage, illegally dumping shit into a Vons dumpster, going for a walk in Old Orchard park, and having lunch at Lilly's Cafe.

That was the most delicious tuna salad I have ever had, apple diet be damned.

And speaking of dicking around on the Interwebs, a meme! Stolen from ladyyatexel.

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random.
Step 2: Post a line/stanza from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (No Cheating)

Skipped songs that tell stories, songs whose titles are also the entirety of their lyrics, songs not in English, songs without lyrics, and songs I kind of hate.

1. But I believe the world is burning to the ground/Oh well I guess we're gonna find out - "How Far We've Come" - Matchbox 20 break4angels

2. Do you still walk the streets at night?/With the wanderlust you fight/Back to the corner/Where we went our separate ways

3. Yes I'll find you and cut you down/Friends and neighbors, sleepy town/If you wake up before the blow/Pick your face up

4. We think you're a joke/Shove your hope where it don't shine

5. White and grey stones/Lying lazy in the flickering water

6. Sleepy again/How can it be?/Slept forever yesterday/This room has a spell/Cast over me

7. We found a new kinda dance in a magazine/Try it on, it's like nothin' you've ever seen/You sweet talk like a cop, an' you know it/You bought a new bag of pot/So let's make a new start/And that's the way to my heart to/Way to my heart

8. Calm down, I'm calling you to say/I'm capsized staring on the edge of safe/Calm down, I'm calling back to say/I'm home now, I'm coming around

9. Make a decision/A precondition/We got the choice/If it all goes wrong

10. Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth/Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs/Speak no feeling no I don't believe you/You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit - "Hide and Seek" - Imogen Heap break4angels

11. You came crawling back to say/That you want to make good in the end/Oh, let me count the ways that I abhor you/You were never a good lay/And you never were a good friend/But oh, what can I say, I adore you

12. And the light of a fading star/Is what you were, is what you are/Like the glow that christens the moon/You shone too soon, you shone too soon - "Light of a Fading Star" - Flogging Molly break4angels

13. Fuck you, fuck you/Fuck you very, very much/Cos we hate what you do/And we hate your whole crew/So please don't stay in touch - "Fuck You" - Lilly Allen ladyyatexel

14. I love you in the morning, when you're still hungover/I love you in the morning, when you're still strung out/I love you in the morning

15. Medicated, could do some good/Or find a way to relate/Or just shut up

16. And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the Axis, yeah/They'll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets, and rings oh, yeah/But oh miss black eyeliner, you'd look finer with each day in hiding, oh yeah/Beneath the wormwood, ooooo, love me so good/They won't hear us screw away the day/I'll make you say - "Alive With The Glory Of Love" - Say Anything break4angels

17. Find something mindless I can advocate/Make up the me I want to be/Then always keep a finger on the pulse/Maintain high visibility

18. Go for the jugular, cut the vein/And kiss it away, kiss it away, kiss it away/Everything that brings me pain

19. It's a shame to awake, in a world of pain/What does it mean when war has taken over?/It's the same every day in a hell man-made/What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her? - "World Wide Suicide" -Pearl Jam break4angels

20. Ten spoons of spinach/The soul and the spillage/The cup that runneth over/We turn up the 'oh God'

Went to see Sgt. Mexicano yesterday to fill out my 40, 30, and 15-day notices. Also was weighed in at 159 lbs.

DDDDDDDD:

I've got two weeks to lose between five and ten pounds. I'm hiking daily, either by myself on the paths near my house or with Amanda's mom in Placerita Canyon. And now I'm FINALLY buckling down and going on a terrifying diet of apples and water.

For four days.

DDDDDD:

Day two, and even though I'm not as hungry as I thought I'd be, I cannot begin to tell you how delicious a sandwich sounds right now.

After that, I'll be switching to a diet of vegetable and chicken broth. I swear, if I don't lose five pounds this week, I'm gonna choke a bitch.

Last night Mom told me that after I left she's either going to join a nunnery or kill herself, because she is sick of living a life of failure and disappointment.

And I honestly couldn't care less.

Update time! Because why not.

- I am so sick of the music on my iPod and I won't be able to change any of it until probably March. D:
- I really hate how Sgt. Mexicano takes a goddamn eternity to return my emails. I still have no idea what the crap we're doing for the next DEP Call.
- Mom is growing increasingly panic-stricken with every day that passes. I'm waiting for her to suddenly hug me while we're watching the Late Late Show and stubbornly refuse to let go.
- Drunk Mike and his girlfriend Marlene have proven to be even crazier than we thought. Last night they accused Mom via note of stealing "stuff, laundry, food, cigarettes, [and] bath products" to which we WTF'd most heartily. The best part? Mike taped the note to the door of the UPSTAIRS CLOSET rather than our room. The man was so bombed by six p.m. he had forgotten what door led where in his own house. I also don't understand why I wasn't included in the accusations, considering I'm there almost as much as they are. In fact, they freaking love me, and all I do is run the fuck away when they hail me with "Hi, Air Force One!!!!"
- I finally got my state ID.
- I keep forgetting to call that Wells Fargo dude so I can fix my account(s?). Which is stupid of me, really.
- I'm writing two chapters of AS at once, along with the sequel thing, which is twenty pages long now with no sign of ending. *CONCERNED*
- I'm foregoing NaNo. I'm way too panicked to work on it, and I'll be damned if I don't get a chapter of AS out before I leave. ONE YEAR I WILL ACTUALLY DO IT, I SWEAR.
- Weird dreams involving heart-broken zombies and a gravity defying, moonwalking blind dude. :D

This was supposed to be a general update of my life but it turned into a meme goddamn you Amanda and Alli.

THIRTY DAYS TIL I LEAVE AND IN NO WAY AM I PREPAAAAARREEEDshit.

STEP ONE:
Spell your name with songs.

L: "Lucinda" - Tom Waits
O: "Oslo in the Summertime" - Of Montreal
R: "Rise of the Vrykul" - Those dudes who do WoW music
E: "El Tango de Roxanne" - Moulin Rouge Soundtrack (and technically Sting?)
L: "La Rage" - Keny Arkana
E: "Extreme Ways" - Moby
I: "I Turn My Camera On" - Spoon

STEP TWO:
– Name: Lorelei
– Birth date: 03/28/1991
– Nickname: anthrop, Avatar, Mala, La. I'm sure there are others that were never used much. Mostly go by my legit name.
– Eye Color: Green, mostly.
– Hair Color: Blond-brown
– Zodiac Sign: Aries Sun, Virgo Moon, Cancer Ascendant, blah blah. I won't go on.

STEP THREE:
– The shoes you wore today: My green flip flops, because shoelaces are for people who care.
– Your weakness(es): World of Warcraft, Webcomics, Music, Chocolate and Peanut Butter, Bad Grammar
– Your fear(s): Spiders, the dark, failing
– Your perfect pizza: Veggie or barbecue. Depends on who carnivorous I'm feeling, I guess.
– Goal you’d like to achieve: SURVIVE THE AIR FORCE. Besides that? Finish Aegri Somnia, go back and FIX Aegri Somnia, successfully pull off decent WoW fanfiction, rewire my brain so it can think of original shit besides fanfiction, maybe go to not-Air Force college? Hmm, it only said one goal. Guess I'll stop.

STEP FOUR:
– Your best physical feature? My neck.
– Your bedtime? When I'm tired? With the whole busted laptop thing, it's never later than two a.m. these days.
– Most missed memory? How would I know I missed it if I can't remember it?

STEP FIVE:
This Or That…
– Pepsi or Coke? COKE IS SO PAINFULLY DELICIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS it's like drinking sweet gravel. (Who got that reference?)
– McDonald’s or Burger King: McD's has healthier choices, but BK has amazing burgers and those weird chicken fries.
– Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Man, I'd rather drink vegetable broth with spoonfuls of garlic in it.
– Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. But when put together, chocolate and vanilla can be truly amazing. IS THERE A LESSON TO BE LEARNED HERE???
– Cappuccino or coffee: Frappuccino, actually.

STEP SIX:
Do You…
– Curse: Ahaha.
– Sing: Lip-sync, mostly. I sing only when the music's on loud enough to drown my shit voice out, and I know the words.
– Dance: TERRIBLY, and boy howdy am I proud of this.
– Take a shower everyday: No.
– Have a crush: No.
– Do you think you’ve been in love?: No.
– Want to go to college: Yes, but I've got this pesky Air Force business to take care of first.
– Like(d) high school: Freshman and junior year, yes. Sophomore year, kinda. Senior year, only marching band and leaving at lunch.
– Want to get married: Fuck no.
– Get motion sickness: On twisty mountain roads, yeah.
– Think you’re attractive: I'm nice enough for a chick who more often than not can be mistaken for a dyke.
– Think you’re a health freak: I would be if people would stop putting chocolate in front of me.
– Get along with your parents: Skip.

STEP SEVEN:
In the past month…
– Gone to the mall: No.
– Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
– Eaten Sushi: Yyyes?
– Been on stage: No.
– Gone skating: I don't even know how.
– Made homemade cookies: I don't have access to an oven.
– Gone skinny dipping: I live in the high desert with no access to swimming pools. Even if I wanted to, I don't really have the option to.
– Stolen anything: Yes.

STEP EIGHT:
Ever…
– Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes, but I chickened out.
– If so, was it mixed company: We were six, gimme a break.
- Flashed anyone: Damn near a hundred males and females on more than one occasion. Thanks, marching band!
– Been beaten up: If anything, I was the one beating up others.
– Shoplifted: No.

STEP NINE:
– Age you hope to be married: Never.
– Numbers of Children: I'm ripping out my womb first chance I get.
– Describe your Dream Wedding: For the love of god, leave the marriage thing be.

STEP TEN:
In a boyfriend/girlfriend...
– Best eye color?: Gray.
– Best hair color?: Brown.
– Short hair or long hair?: Shaggy?
– Height: Tall people make me nervous, but guys who are shorter than me are kind of lame.

STEP ELEVEN:
– Number of people I could trust with my life: Three.
– Number of CDs that I own: If that includes CDs I've bought on iTunes, I have no fucking clue.
– Number of tattoos: Zero, but I kind of want one. Can't get one for awhile though, due to Air Force-ing.
– Number of piercings: Zero, don't really want any.

Personal Quiz
Who were you with yesterday? Myself mostly. Then my mom. (Ugh.)
What woke you up this morning? A mix of sunlight in my eyes and having got enough sleep.
Where are you? Amanda's little corner.
Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Sounds like it.
Do you like anybody? Hasn't this been asked already? It's still no.

THE PAST
Ever thrown up in public? No.
Passed out because of alcohol? Never drank that much.
What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? Persona 4.

THE FUTURE
What kind of home would you like? Brick walls, big windows, top floor of somewhere, carpets three-inches deep
What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be an author. I'm going to be a linguist.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I may or may not still be in the Air Force.

IN GENERAL
Do you like candy necklaces? Oh man I want one so bad now.
When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? A long-ass time.
Do you still go trick or treating? It was hard enough to do it when I was seventeen. I doubt I'll get away with it this year.
What was the last thing you ate? Chef Boyardee Mini Ravioliiiiii.
What's your favorite type of soda? Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Root Beer
Have you ever moved? Twice in the past year, once the year before, then twice before when I was five, then an absolute ass-load when I was younger.
Have you ever won an award? Plenty.
Are you listening to music right now? Just the background music of P4.
How long ’till your birthday? About five months.
When were you the saddest in your whole life? Probably the months after my mom drove my dad out of town.
What time is it? 11:57 p.m.
Do you use ebay to buy or sell? No.
Who makes you mad: List is too long; I ain't going through it now.
Ever heard a song written about you: Me, specifically? No. Songs with my name? Too many to list. A poem about me? I think Lani did back in junior high.
Something you want to happen in 2010? Me, to graduate BMT.
Summer 2010? We're differentiating the seasons now, eh? Um, by that time I'd like to have my own WoW account with Mala on it. Better laptop too, but let's not go nuts.
Honestly, do you miss 2008? Parts of it, yeah. Marching band and hanging out with Heather, mostly.

HONESTY SECTION
1. Honestly, what color is your underwear? White with rainbow polka dots.
2. Honestly, what's on your mind? Finishing this damn thing and kicking Izanami's ass in P4.
3. Honestly, what are you doing right now? This, dA-ing, ignoring the urge to write.
4. Honestly, have you done something bad today? I ate chocolate covered graham crackers. And swore too much, I'm sure.
5. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Amanda.
6. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Yes.
7. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? My weight. My impatience. My off-on-off writer's/artist's block, my Internet addiction.
8. Honestly, do you bite your nails? No.
9. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? No, but I have thirty days to lose ten pounds so I may as well say yes.
10. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? I always want to see Lani.
11. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? No?
12. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like? Yes.
13. Honestly, what was the last text message you received? Because I can remember five months ago.
14. Honestly, are you in denial? Yes.
15. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night? If Mom's snoring is bad enough, yes.
16. Honestly, do you like anyone? STOP ASKING, HOLY SHIT THE ANSWER IS STILL NO.
17. Honestly, does anyone like you? Not anymore; all three of 'em have eyes for someone else now.

RAGE SECTION
1. What do you do when you’re mad? Break things, stab people, scream, run someplace private so I don't do any of those.
2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? I broke the silverware drawer. Actually won fights against Mom (SHOCK).
3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yes, but it's mostly me who ends up crying.
4. Do you swear when you’re mad? I swear every mood I'm in.

CRYING SECTION
1. When was the last time you actually cried? A surprisingly long time ago.
2. Ever cried yourself to sleep? A few times.
3. Do certain songs make you cry? ROBERT W. SMITH STOP BEING AWESOME.
4. What usually makes you cry? Fighting with Mom, BUT that hasn't happened in months. 8D

HAPPY SECTION
1. Are you usually a happy person? No.
2. What makes you the happiest? Awesome music and the ideas are flowing from my brain to my hands without resistance.
3. What song makes you always happy? "Devil" by Stereophonics; "Dancin' On My Grave" by Ghostland Observatory; "When I Grow Up" by Fever Ray, etc. etc.
4. Do you believe in yourself? MOSTLY.
5. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy? It annoys me, to be honest.

Jesus Christ I am in such a Dante kick right now. I can't stop listening to Robert W. Smith's awesomeness, I'm rereading Inferno and loving every melodramatic moment of it, and I'm tempted to go see if there's any kind of horrible fanfiction out there. Also, there are rumors of a new Divine Comedy movie(s) floating around, I think. I found some old blog of a guy writing a script for it, but the last entry was from 2006 and I know I heard about the possibility of a movie more recently than that.

I could not love French Horns any more if I tried.

She says, while drawing the death penis from Persona 3 and 4 at two in the morning.

I had a particularly painful physical training/Commander's meet/whatever the fuck this Air Force shit is called on Saturday. The military's idea of group workouts borders on insane, guys. Imagine getting into two lines on the ground, interlocking legs with the person across from you, throwing your arms around the shoulders of the smelly people on either side of you, and then attempting to do sit-ups. And then imagine getting into a group of four, lying on your face with someone's legs on your back, and your legs on a third person's back, and the third person's legs on a fourth person's back, and the fourth person's legs on the first person's back so you make a square of limbs, and attempting to do push-ups.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, OW.

I feel like I dislocated both my shoulders and a few of my lumbar vertebrae, Jesus.

And my womb decided to be a whore today. Hello, cramps! Boy, I sure didn't miss you.

Aaaand I think one of Amanda's cats pissed in my clothes bag. Oh goodie.

So I'm here at Ellen's again, screwing around on Facebook and looking up ways to knock ten pounds off myself because otherwise I could get booted out of the Air Force (D:), and what do I find?

This little gem of advice:

"Water - To drop pounds, burn fat, and cleanse your body properly, consume 1/2 your body weight of ice cold water each day. Drinking "ice cold" water will help boost your metabolism!"

HALF MY BODY WEIGHT, YOU SAY? OH SURE, LET ME JUST GO SUCK DOWN THE EQUIVALENT OF EIGHTY GODDAMN POUNDS OF WATER, BRB.

The rest of the article makes sense. Get plenty of sleep, strengthen core muscle group, walk/jog/run regularly, don't eat junk food, etc. But seriously? Seriously?

"Fictional characters are like rugs... the more you beat them the more colorful they are."

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Rampaging across the freeway, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using gilded boxing gloves, cometh Lorelei! And she gives a low howl: "I'm going to punch you into the danger zone, and grin like a fucking maniac!!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

created by beatings : powered by monkeys

Thanks for sharing the magic, LYX.

Note to self: Call Tony about where he got my original adapter. 300 messages in my LJ inbox is just way too much. I'm horrified what all my inboxes will look like after basic training.

Went to Lani's last weekend, which was awesome because a) Hung out with Lani b) was away from people named Ellen and c) SPORE.

SPORE IS SO COOL GUYS. I LOVE IT TO LITTLE ITTY BITTY PIECES. There is officially nothing cuter than seeing my carnivorous single-celled organism nomming the ass off a herbivore with too many flagella.

Lani don't you dare delete my two species. Or that strawberry log thing we made at four a.m. Also if you see this Lani email me some screen shots of the above three.

I want Spore's background music so bad, god.

ANYWAY, leaving crazy Ellen's to go watch the 70th anniversary showing of 'The Wizard Oz,' in Dorothy Braids to match. :D

Snagged this piece of awesome from lukadia, the mind behind Kagerou, one of my favorite webcomics ever, and also the longest followed. Stumbled across that transmogrifying headfuck in eigth or ninth grade, I think. Seriously, this person has the greatest taste in music I've ever experienced from a complete stranger. This is the person who linked:



which I think I've already posted, but WHO CARES. Most adorable love song(s) ever. Coming from me, I think that is saying something.

Transmogrifying headfuck. I like that. Good summary of where I'm feeling/thinking/being at. THIS IS ME WITH MY IDEAS STRETCHED IN TOO MANY DIRECTIONS WITH NO SIGN OF CLOSURE IN ANY OF THEM, AND I JUST WANT TO KEEP COMING UP WITH SHIT AND NOT DO ANYTHING WITH IT. Also, me with too much time on my hands November crawl towards me a little faster please even though I'm still nowhere near where I should be ready-to-start-my-Air-Force-career-wise.

So you know when you stumble across some little bit of writing from back in the day? And first you're all "Aww, younger me! What was I doing then?" and then you read it and after you're face is my icon?

Yeah. Fuck you, past-self. You were retarded and make me wish I could travel back in time to slap the Wap out of you. I honestly don't know if I prefer the Invader Zim tardery over the Wap tardery at times like this.

Man, what was I even looking for in the first place?

It is very important to look at the bigger picture.

I helped make an awesome Chicken Parmesan/pasta meal and gorged on delicious Trader Joe's chocolate things after spending the day hosing out moldy trash cans and handling giant shards of broken glass with my bare fingers. So far all the scratches on my hands given unto me by the adorable monster-cat Puddles aren't infected/in throbbing agony, so I think I got away scott-free?

These days with Ellen are increasingly bizarre.

I've spent the rest of the day reading about magical pregnant ladies and playing weird Vampire/farming games on Facebook. And that is such a weird sentence.

ALSO the day I get a new adapter somebody remind me to share music. I want to give unto thee headfuckery and tubas!

Oh my god I am in such a weird mood and YES my ipod is charged finally. I need to write so bad wheeee~

Update from the crazy train, also known as that place I'm living in!

Marlene (the girlfriend) is moving in. Also, she loves Sylvia Browne, the ugliest psychic ever. Mom is ecstatic at the prospect of fangirling with somebody who cares (i.e. not me).

Mike (the owner), seems to be drinking less (AWESOME), and I suspect Marlene has a hand in that. He's also been in this great mood and seems to be turning into a really cool person. Two things I still don't like about him: smoking in the house and his country music. Seriously, four out of five times his taste in music is amazing (Temptations please!), but then suddenly, country. Ick.

Jay (Mike's son) is turning out to be totally insane. As in, he covets the toilet paper, refused to help move Marlene's stuff in because he hates her, stole Marlene's cat's dish in a half-hearted attempted to kill the poor animal, and ripped the downstairs TV out of the wall just to fuck with his dad. That TV, by the way, is roughly a 48" non-flatscreen beast. I have no idea how he managed that by himself.

Chris (room-renter at the other end of the hall) is pro-marijuana (as can be proven by the marijuana poster he so cleverly placed in direct view of his window so anybody can see it from outside), and I believe he's the culprit behind the cigarette ashes in the shower. Also, glad he's on the opposite end of the hall so I don't have to hear whatever it is he and his girlfriend may or may not be doing behind closed doors.

Random Chick (room-renter on the first floor) and I have not crossed paths since several days before Mom and I moved in. If not for the occassional blare of music and light under the door, I'd suspect she'd died in there or something.

Aaand Mom's decided to move everything out of storage into our room. So far it's been... interesting. And painful. But I'm very happy to have books all over the place again. It actually feels like home now. Though we still have like half of our storage to move out and the room is already kind of full. Hmm.

Also, went for an hour-long walk last night through the unlit hills of Saugus. Mom tracked me down in the car, fearing I'd been raped in a ditch. Really, I was more concerned about coyotes than anything.

And I still haven't gotten an adapter, because food and bills are more important.

Fuck, I forgot to call Sgt. Mexicano.

Aaand I'm back at crazy Ellen's. That is so mean and I don't care. Anyway, using her computer to do my usual shit because Wells Fargo is a douche and making it difficult to cash my last check.

Adapters should not cost $75. That's just not right.

But hey, I'm gonna make another $60-ish today, and we've already decided I'm coming tomorrow too. So... consider me employed? Because cleaning cigarette ashes out of an agoraphobic's sink is totally worth ten bucks an hour. Technically I'm making more than I did at the library? Not cool.

ALSO, for those not living in California/not watching the news, it's that wonderful time of the year again~

Fire season.

Take a gander at that little map there. See the Station Fire, also known as the really fucking huge fire? There's some really dry hills between Santa Clarita and that. Who else is enjoying the apocalyptic orange sky? The cigarette burn imitating the sun? The smell of old barbecue permeating the air? The rampant, bizarre humidity? THE ASH RAINING DOWN FROM THE SKY?

What the fuck, SoCal, stop playing with matches.

I'm going to shut up and write about zombies and crazy people now.