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26th October 2009
25th October 2006
23 October 1987Your date of conception was on or about 30 January 1987 which was a Friday.
You were born on a Friday
The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 126.96.36.199.7 which is
The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Friday, 29 Safar 1408 (1408-2-29).
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 19 April 1987.
There are 363 days till your next birthday
In 1987 there were approximately 3.7 million births in the US.
Pink Tourmaline promotes female balance and protection. Green Toumaline promotes male balance.Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)
Your birth tree is
Maple, Independence of Mind
There are 61 days till Christmas 2006!
There are 74 days till Orthodox Christmas!
The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waxing crescent.
1st September 2006
7th August 2006
1st July 2006
I looked up more about Fish TB and it's so horrible! I'm so terrified that Ronin's eyes will explode! I know they're "just" fish, but it doesn't matter! It's probably just as painful for a fish when it's eyes explode as it would be for a person. I hate this so much. I wish they would just die so they don't have to suffer. :
The only good thing I learned is that you can't get lung TB from a fish and that it isn't very likely it will transmit to you anyway. If it does though, you'll get painful red leisions on your skin. It doesn't usually occur in people with healthy immune systems and you'll only get it if you have cuts or scrapes on your skin. Fish TB is related to human TB and lepersy.
I think (and hope) Gin will be dead soon. This is so horrible.
I think my mom's fish have TB. It seems like she can't enjoy anything without it going horribly wrong. I hate it. I'd do anything if I could make things go right for her. It's not fair for her or the fish. :
Ronin's eyes look like they're about to pop out and Hyuuga Gin has big bumps all over him. They're all going to die painfully. It can pass on to people as well, so we should probably have at least one of the fish autopsied to see if that's really what's wrong with it. Problem is, we don't have the money to spend on fish euthinasia and autopsies.
Truth is, I'm very upset. I can't even go into the living room because I feel so bad about it. It's really not fair. I cried because of fish. I'm very rediculous. I hate seeing things suffer like that. I can't imagine what it would be like to have giant bumps all over you or have your eyes protruding from your head.
Life is so... horrible. I think the worst part is it's all you have. It's truly horrible. It's like getting an ugly broken toy but it's the only toy you'll ever have so you love it anyway.
Current Mood: morose
I'm so unnatural. I must be one of the only girls in the world who gets manically happy on the first day of her period. I'm so happy and content I feel like I'm choking on it. :
Oh, well. I suppose it's a good thing. I'm so filled with love I want to cuddle. Sadly, I have nothing to cuddle with. But at least I can cuddle in my head.
Current Mood: content
23rd June 2006
So I haven't updated in a long time. :
I started my English class and I think it will help my writing a lot. It's been pretty fun so far, but everyone is like over fourty except for this fat goth/emo chick. It's pretty annoying since I was hoping to finally make friends. Maybe fall quarter.
I'm reading Augusten Burrough's new book "Possible Side Effects". It's great, as usual. I'm going to try and see if Sinclair will have him as a guest speaker. It'll probably be hard and they most likely will just ignore me, but it's worth a try.
I think its funny that he was born on October 23.
I went to King's Island with Val, Wes, and Ben. It was alright. Not great or anything, but its not a day I'll regret forever. They have an awesome new ride in the water park.
Oh, right. I was sick for a couple weeks and was in the hospital for a day. They said I had one thing but they were wrong. It was like they spun the Wheel 'O Disease and it landed on "Possibly Permanantly Damaging STD". It turned out to be a urinary tract infection that could have been taken care of with proper antibiotics, but they didn't give me anything and by the time I went to visit my family doctor it was really bad. Up side was morphene. Down side is my sex life died at birth.
On another note, I now believe in true friendship about as much as I believe in the Easter Bunny. Val is getting on my nerves. I can put up with her not going many places when she's in school, but I really get pissed off when she's on summer break and I have to beg her to take a fucking walk which she does not go on. It also pisses me off when all I want her to do is email me and she can't even do that. If she wants to be my friend she needs to act like she wants to see me more than on special occasions. I'm not some freaky aunt or bitchy cousin.
I have to work tomorrow. Goodnight.
Current Mood: sleepy
1st June 2006
I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes I think that, maybe, just maybe! I have a bit more than average intelligence. Then I look at the people around me and know I'm just someone average - or even below - leeching hungerly to the bellies of those who I know are better than me. I just want a taste of what it's like to be someone with real talent and dedication! :
I try so hard. I always have. Ever since I was a little girl I have, even if it didn't show. And it didn't and it's because I'm so... So what? Not stupid, I know I'm not stupid. Not special? (Haha, Sasuke! "I am more specialer than j00!")
I'm holding Wes back. I don't push him enough and I'm a burden on him because I can't take care of myself.
They all graduated. Hank from collage! He's off to an asian country (not sure which one yet), Val's to Bowling Green, Amanda's graduated from CTC and going to a 2 year collage, and I know Max and Jim will be going somewhere notable. I saw Marcyanna Haynes when I got off work on Sunday while she was running around getting ready for graduation. Graduation! I liked Marcy when I knew her in school, but she was a nitwit! I don't mean that offensivly, it's just the truth and she graduated and I didn't. Maybe she can control her personality disorders better than I can.
I know other people who failed highschool. Generally nice people, but none are the intellectual kind I admire.(Yes, I know a lot of genius in history failed school, but that was a long time ago)
My "art" is still shakey and unimaginative and my writing is still stale. Those were my only hope and I don't think it'll be enough. Hope for what? I don't know, but hope, nonetheless.
Sometimes I wonder how Wes Thacker is. His mother and stepfather moved before I got up the courage to ask what happened to him. I just hope he's okay. I'll see if I can find him on Myspace.
I don't remember when my meeting with my counselor is and I know I won't get a reminder call because I never do. I needed this meeting. I didn't get any financial aid because I'm retarded and did something wrong and I haven't signed up for any classes. I know it's all my fault that I won't be able to go this quarter, but maybe she can fix it, or at least help me out for the Fall. All I know is that I absolutly have to keep trying.
Current Mood: discontent
11th May 2006
7th May 2006
2nd May 2006
Okay, this is different. I'm sitting in my usual spot on Wes's bed and when I looked into the bathroom mirror it looked like the wall was moving. Just casually crawling it's way across it's surface. And if you look beside the wall the books that should be there are not and where they should be is what looks to me to be a white hole. And the wall is growling at me. Now, while I should probably be extremely freaked out right now, for some reason all I can think about it how much I want another sanwich. :
Think maybe I'm hallucinating? Me too.
Weird things have been happening more often lately. I thought things like this were over. Obviously not. Just the other day at work I was trying to get an unopened box of our generic brand cooking spray when the damn thing came down on me! I was positive it was going to nail me in the face, but it didn't. I don't even know how, I was just suddenly holding it. I didn't mention it to anyone since they'd probably think I'm insane. Or lying. It's always either those or they freak out and want details on every slightly abnormal expirence I've ever had.
Maybe I've had it coming to me. Sometimes I don't even know if I'm crazy or lying.
Mika barfed all over Wes's computer chair earlier and I actually cleaned it up. I gagged the entire time! If it had been anyone else's chair I would have just left it there so he'd better appreciate me.
I'm sleepy, but somehow, with the walls moving and all, I don't think I'll be dreaming anytime soon.
Current Mood: Wtf?
29th April 2006
I recommend that you never listen to Animals by Nickleback while watching your verifiable ancient next door lady water her yard. It'll give you brain tumors. :
I'm posting this on my dad's laptop and apparently he hasn't yet mastered the time options so this'll appear backdated. Not that it really matters.
Current Mood: Brain Tumors
Oddly, despite the shakiness, the pain, the nausea, and the sleeplessness, I'm starting to enjoy my period. I can cry because a poor puppy was shot by a crazed gunman and it's okay because it's just my brain chemicals. I'm too emotionless most of the time and I like being able to feel so strongly about things without the erge to make sure no one knows. :
Besides that, I feel much more contemplative and a bit more creative. Maybe today I can really get something done.
Current Mood: hungry
Well, I can't sleep. Again. Wes has the sheets all twisted up and it's way to hot. I'm thinking about trying to write a little bit of my fic. Maybe get pasted the first chapter. :
I think the kitty stole my Pooh Bear. I can't find him anywhere on the bed and he hasn't gotten up and walked away on his own in a while. Maybe he just got bored. Or too hot, he does have all that fur and he doesn't have sweat glands.
Hmm, I'll write just as soon as FF.net lets me log on. POS.
-- Ichihana minus one stuffed bear
Current Mood: Slighty Creative
27th April 2006
Not only does my job suck, but I'm not getting paid enough or enough hours. I my check was 90 bucks and my I have six fucking hours this week. It's rediculous! He won't train me as a server or on casheir and I HATE buffet and I really don't like prep. I want to be around people and he thinks I'm too shy. Well, way to give me a chance! :
I bought Wes a kitty for his birthday. She's adorable. We're naming her Yuffie. She's about 2 or 3 years old and very, very sweet.
Anyway... I'm done.
Current Mood: good
20th April 2006
Hmm... I don't think I've had anyone comment on any of my entries! That's love! :
Grandpa had his sugery and everything went okay except they had to hold him down through the whole thing. He's been fighting the nurses since they took him for sugery and that was at about 1:30 yesterday afternoon.
Yesterday they were saying he could probably go home today but since he's so old they're going to keep him another day.
I really shouldn't even be on here, I'm supposed to go and take care of Grandma, but I really just wanted some time alone.
Current Mood: blank