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Sunday, September 29, 2002
08:58 p.m.

Today was pretty good. I was still nursing my throat, but thanks to D.C. introducing me to Apple Herbal Tea. I'm good. I love that stuff, it's better than cough drops. My parents had a barbaque. Which was very cool. I got to see my step-mom's new puppy, Tucker. He's so cute ^_^ I gave my sister my old psx. Life's been pretty good. Thanks to Red, I know now how to end a fic that has been on my hard drive for like a year or two now. Thanks!!! This day really made a good birthday, not that Friday was great also. I loved them both.

Saturday, September 28, 2002
03:08 p.m.

My birthday went pretty good except for a few minor details. I lost my cell phone for good this time somewhere between the shoe store and video store. I ended up with a fever, but I managed to sit through all the videos. It was pretty good. MJade made me a copy of the Buffy Musical soundtrack with Sammy. I loved it!!! Blade 2 was pretty kickass. Never ever rent Club Vampires. *nerves pop* You can even salvage a decent porn movie from it. Today, I am nursing my previously stated sore throat. A nap sounds really really good about now.

Friday, September 27, 2002
11:18 a.m.

Not to get to excited, but today is my birthday!! I finally got in touch with D.C. and we're going to spend sometime together. Then, after MJade gets off she'll come over. I'm pretty happy. I also made sure that I looked really good today. I mean it ^_^ I actually wore makeup and did something with my hair. My roomate said I look cute. The bad news is that I think I'm getting a sore throat. ;_; However, I feel good today and that's what *counts*. I'm going to enjoy each and every part of today. Hopefully, I'll get my filmed developed and I'll put up the photo journal I've been playing. *Cross fingers* Anyway, see ya!!

Thursday, September 26, 2002
11:13 a.m.

I just found out that Dr. Gorcyca is donating a computer for the office. Yeah, for Kritina and me!!! I'm not sure if Dr. Lewis is getting the new computer and the front desk is getting Dr. Lewis's computer or the front desk is getting the new computer flat out. I don't know, and I really don't care. This is good news for the website and stuff. The current computer crashes very very easily. Now, it will be easier for me to do my homework and webstuff. ^_^

Thursday, September 26, 2002
10:43 a.m.

Slayer wasn't on last.... El Hazard was ^___^ I had such a good time watching it. The animation is the style that "Tenchi in Tokyo" was. I'm not fond of that style, but the lead character looks nice enough. I love the teacher. I wonder why they are showing the dub though? All well, I watch stuff raw that I can barely grasp, so I'm not really complaining, they keep the dialogue. The whole show gave me lots of naughty thoughts and that's a very very good thing.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002
12:21 p.m.

Today, is a good day. Wanna know why? I'll be getting off at 2:00. I've got no homework, no papers, no extra work. Just me and my psx for the next 3 hours. I'll be hungry around then. Ya know what else, I can do site work. I actually spend sometime writing. Later, tonight Slayers will be on. Then, I can go to sleep. Sleep tonight! I'm actually going to get some. Boy, am I happy. I got 4 hours sleep between Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday is so busy for me, and I took pictures so I couldn't get my nap in. Maybe that's why I love today some much. I don't care.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002
12:19 a.m.

Friendship is an odd thing. It's all about what with perceive. There is no real way of getting past that. We as humans tend to like our illusions much better than the reality of situation. Exactly how much of our frienships are reality based, and how much is fantasy? Would the friendship be better and more comfortable with the illusion or the truth?

Sorry bout the randomness, but I just finished my literature review so I'm spacey to begin with. ^_^

Tuesday, September 24, 2002
11:39 a.m.

Okay, this weekend, was fun. Way too much. MJade came over and somehow I convinced my sister to come too. We went a party, and I had tons of fun. Good food!!! Yummy chery cheesecake. MJade spent the night, and we managed to create a splash page (MJade supervised, and picked out designs) and that's up at Level Headed I still have to add Dusty's buttons, which I will. Just not today. Today, is my long day, and I've only had four hours sleep. That's okay. Really. I, like 10-12 hours, but I can still function 7-8, which is usually what I get during the week. However, I had a paper to write so it couldn't be help. TaTa for now.

Monday, September 23, 2002
12:47 p.m.

I said I was inspired, didn't I? Sorry, this is long ^^ anyway unbeta'd original.

Virgin White:
First Impressions

It was important; Eric had come early. They'd preen and paint him, dressed in too tight leather, black with inky blue in the corners where it creased. He looked himself over in the mirror, but there was nothing recognizable about his appearance. His face had purple thick lines under his eyes, and ruby red on his lips. A white face, cheek's blue with black midnight hair and silver streaked it. He thought he looked very unmanly, but the girl with the pink hair ensured him that was the way of it. After all that blush and paint, he'd finally escaped into the corner and that was when his stomach started knotting up. The more alone the more uneasiness til he couldn't stand it anymore. He was ready to run, escape for some remote island, that was when found him, startled him. They told him how to stand, how to move, when to move, what to do, and how to act. And the butterflies grew.

The time was almost there and thought had left him an hour ago. He stood there with his mom, his closest friends, and a few others he barely knew, but still wanted to be there. The countdown began ten minutes to go. Ten minutes, and then he'd be out there. He took a peek just to calm his nerves. Pulling back the curtain, looking out at the audience, he swallowed hard. Oh, man so many people out there. Were they all here for him? Of course they were. This was so different, so unreal. Never had there been this many people. All of these were people waiting for him. There was little he could do but gape.

"Eric, honey," His mother at his shoulder, "Come away from there."

She gently pulled him back to reality, but still everything was surreal. His vision growing dark, all he saw was the light seeping from the space in the curtain. He barely registered his manager going over the last minute details. His breath was caught somewhere deep in his throat. The world had halt and was spinning backwards in motion. He turned and ran, to get out, to get free, to get away, but strong arms grabbed him up. He fought so hard to get away. He didn't want to be here, not anymore. His body moved and twisted, but more hands joined the first.

"Let me go, let me go." Wetness dampened his cheeks as he struggled.

"You're on in two." A man yelled not noticing the commotion, common place.

"No, no, no, I don't want to do this. Please don't make me do this. Please don't." There in front of half a dozen classmates, his friends, and his mother, he begged, tears streaming down his face, all he wanted to do was hid. It didn't work.

"You're on." With a push and a shove his was out under the bright lights. Momentary orientation, seconds of fear, and then he pulled the microphone in his direction. The rest was history. He played to a sold-out show, his first of many.

For the most part, Eric didn't remember that. He didn't remember the cheers or the encore. He didn't remember the girl who nearly yanked him off the stage or the boy that tried to kiss him on the walk back to the limo. All he did remember was coming off the stage adrenaline, walking back to where everyone was waiting. He felt exhaustion and confusion. Oblivious to the chaos of the backstage, he walked right past everyone, stalking toward the stairs. He was heavy on his feet as he grabbed the staircase rail, tried to balance for a moment, palms slick with sweat, finally he went to his knees, and puked. A foot away from his mother. He puked. Silence shattered the ruckus. No one knew what to say. Everything just stopped.

"Well, now that was fine fucking way to end a boring morning, Ricky." Clair always knew what to say.

Sunday, September 22, 2002
10:52 p.m.

Okay, I'm a little more than peeved right now. I was going to tell you about my weekend. Long story, and MJade spent the night, but I'm more peeved than anything. I'd sit here and be nice, but that won't help. I just heard Eminem's new song and wow, story bunnies fill the air. Yes, I love his new song.


The above images are from the awesome Manga Ultra Maniac. Copyrights to Wataru Yoshizumi and Shueisha.
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