| Music: Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For?
Color: Black, omfg duh lmao wtf is wrong with this . .. (edit: Now light gray to make it readable)
Just to reassure myself that no one takes the time to read my xanga, I check the comment section.
Anyway, let's get started on the long overdue entry.
July fourth has come and go, but what did it mean. Surely it meant something to me before, but now it just seems like an empty holiday.
So I'm working backward, bear with me for a little while long.
For a short recap on why I am still alive today, I can blame . . thank several and many things, which include Jodie, my anti-depressant, Dreams that accompany sleep, and uhmm, my new friend Princess Zoraidelineia . . the fun blu326, . . perhaps some other people. I guess there's my recent return to mRO . . whoopie, my life has value again. Of course it does, what am I saying. Okay, no more dawdling in memory lane, forward is good.
Recently, last month, prom. Two. The first one was better than the second. The first one wasn't hosted by a school. The second one was kind of ghetto, but the dresses were nice. I'm pretty sure I was the only one with a blue tuxedo. My anti-depressant was especially sexy that day, had to have a picture with Jodie. Who has a busy life now-a-day but still takes the time to make sure I'm still alive. No wonder I care about Jodie. There have been birthdays . . both that just occurred, has occurred, and will occur in the next days, or weeks . . not going to bother listing them however.
Grad Nite. Oh what fun. This magical place they call Disney Land. They played Gwen Stefani songs, wohoo! I must say, the experience was rather pleasant. I started off wearing this rediculous fuzzy blue jacket. It has a steady mist of water coming down upon the land of disney. It took roughly half an hour to get there. We had crap buses, but whatever, other people had to travel longer. So we got to disneyland, I leave the bus to "find Mother Chuppy" and friends, never did, and just wandered on my own to the gate. Found Sokie (Honey Bear, Maple Syrup's boyfriend), and followed him, went through the 'strip' search lines, followed him, he went to go look for Dorsie, then I got lost, walked around, realized I've been walking in circles for quite some time, and that there were white people, blonde white people coming into the park. To my horror, the Alhambra HSers most likely have already gotten into the forsak . . park, so I go in alone, greeted by a nice man, took a park map, then proceeded alone into the park with the welcoming song Cool, by Gwen Stefani. I walked around and around and around, then back to the entrance with the bright lights, whoa crap I found Sokie, Dorsie, Pamie, Carlos, and some other people to isshou Lesie, and Mikey. Countdown, 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-1- . . Whoa crap start running!!!! We made it to Indiana Jones, ohmagosh the line is like an entire mile! That was the first time I went on that ride, so what did I know? And here I thought the exit was long . . Got freaked out temporarily by a mummy highlighted in blue came out and shrieks. Being real life, lacking magic powers, and forgetting it's a ride, hell yeah I'd freak out. Naturally I come back to my senses during the ride and remember it wasn't real, I see a boulder rolling down a hill . . oh we're so screwed . . then everything went black and felt wind all over the place, next thing I know the boulder was broken and treading through this dangerous place, which to me, I was sure I'd get shot, and I did, oh how convenient! Blast, it only cut my hair . . After the ride we run into Mother Chuppy and co. and see they are stuck in such a freaking long line, we freak out, laugh at them, then continue on our way to ride #2, Pirates of the Carribean, ahah . . haha . . hahh . . s'wat you get for ditching Yoshi <ahem> yeah you say you didn't ditch me . . you probably had lots of alone time with your girlfriend anyway. So we're at Pirates of the Carribean, the freak out seeing the Line goes All the way out of the bridge, I say chiyo dude, the line here goes fast, and isn't even a fourth as long as Indiana Jones. It was a nice pace moving to the ride, I got to sit in the back, oh joy, sat on the left side of the boat, got wet, wohoo . . ancient disney water . . After the ride, I went to go look for the restroom by running for five seconds (after telling Carlos), couldn't find it, and ran back, so ~ ten seconds in all, and they all vanished . . they all went to Haunted Mansion so fast . . decided to just go find the restroom again . . reason why I got lost was because they did all this crap so the restroom was hidden, had to enter an alley, then make a right at the fork, proceed through the dark corridor, emerge back into New Orlean Square, and voila . . a bathroom. Afterward got a drink since I was also thirsty, paid three bucks for a lemonade with too much freaking orange flavoring, ohmygosh it's like she was trying to kill me with orange sweetness. She said it was free to add flavoring, I just thought she'd be stingy and put a little . . boy was I wrong. So I go to Haunted Mansion like I planned . . waited at the exit, hopefully it wasn't too late, but that I'll never know now. Waited forever, trying to finish this excessively sweet drink with the superfluous flavoring, saw Mickey, and Jessie come out, I say oh gosh finally someone I know, tell them wait ten freaking seconds so I can throw away the drink, come back, and they're still there! Oh joy, so next ride we went on was Matterhorn Bobsleds, west side, damn that line moved pretty fast for a ride like that. No wonder people always go on it, so freaking fun. Ended being the key for my survival. So, this is how the seating worked, it was me, a guy, and Mickey a girl, at the 2nd car, 2nd seat, so we were as back as can be, and since I'm the guy, and I'm taller, she sat in front of me . . by a couple inches between my legs . . Oooh . . isn't that an Unacceptable PDA (Public Display of Affection)?! Pshh, stupid rules. Hyah right . . it's not like I was her boyfriend or anything, so . . Jessie sat alone in the 2nd car with us, 1st seat. I'm pretty sure Mickey forgot she was sitting between my legs after the ride started . . I could hear her saying "Oh god . . !" and stuff like that, especially at the parts where you'd get thrown off without the seat belt  . After that we went to go to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, and like, crap man, took us half an our or something to freaking get there. Jessica kept making us go the wrong way on top of our slow movement speed, eventually we got in line, ran all the way, make it to the lower stairs pass the pool, and they close the ride . .  . We get out eventually, then immediately tell her, "See! I told you we should have gone on Jungle Cruise first! This wouldn't have happened!" she's just like . . "What ever~," with the "Oh, just shut up" kind of tone in a more friendly way. Head to Jungle Cruise, got a nice view of the jungle at night, was nice, had lots of jokes, a bit too much, some were pretty good. Next there was clubbing, crap f=ck . . now why would I go clubbing again? To go pick up chicks or something? . . or dance slutty with strangers/friends . . . . no way. Maybe if there was just that . . sh®t that person over there *points* is f^ck!n hot! But . . there wasn't, so I left, and got lost, and met Christina. Saw R'mando sometime . . music in the background sure does have an impact on how people move. I needed my alone time, spent the rest of the three hours by myself walking around like a good little boy, guy in heat stuck in a moving car someone without a sense of direction, only I knew where I was going. Spent about twenty minutes to sleep in a tradtional meditation position on a cold park bench with my head down. Woke up some time later, at some ice cream (Crunch®, $3.00? I think it was . .). Aiyeaehh . . woke up in pain . . my feet/thighs/legs were in pain, I should have taken it easy on the mile per mile walking spree I did. Walked around anyway for the hell of it. It was about ten to five a.m. so I decide to go to Matterhorn Bobsleds, East Side, I go in line for a little while, and realize I have to go to the bathroom . . cr%p man, there's so many freaking people in back of my already, so . . I just toughed it out, the line was moving pretty fast, as it does on the west side, though equally long. By the time I got to the point where I'm getting onto the station, I see Kirbes on the loading platform, didn't want to yell out, I wasn't sure if she'd hear me. So, she never knew I was there, end of the line. It was finally my turn to go on Matterhorn Bobsleds. Or at least it will be, I'm finally on the loading platform, I go to the end like I usually do, and wait patiently behind the girl. Since I was alone, she offered me the 2nd car, 1st seat, but . . kindly declined her offer and waited for the two of them. It was finally the moment of truth, either it just got colder or I'm starting to lose my cold tolerance . . my body was starting to shiver on its own, even a little more than shiver, when I finally got in the car and put my seatbelt on, I was kind of shaking. Sends us off, WohoO! It's about time I get some airage. Looking at the pretty stars . . yeah right, it was pretty pitch black, same as the other side, only difference was the other people were on the right instead of the left. End of the ride . . that rush got rid of my shaking/shivering and the pain/soreness in my legs/thighs, my feet were kind of . . hurting still, though not as much. Had to walk half a mile back to the entrance or so, then another half mile to the parking lot, man, so much freaken walking, why couldn't they just have the tram service operational . . <sigh> . . I survived . . the moment I got on that bus I curled up and went to sleep. When I finally got to the bus, it was morning, bright, sprinkles falling steadily upon us, rather refreshing, the bus was still closed however, saw Mother Chuppy and her girlfriend, and oh joy, the bus driver finally opens the door, I go up, tell them 89 (my ticket number) and greatfully walked over to my seat and somewhat collapsed. <sigh> Good stuff . .
Graduation Day . . I will go over this some other time . . or never. To shortly summarize it, they screwed up a lot, fixed it up, got everyones name right, and then they told us how to get in, and above all, where we stand/sit. It was a good waste of two hours. Of course not, wtf, I could have been sleeping at home . . Victoria (my mother) forced me to go get a f#ck◘ng hair cut, I hate hair cuts, always cutting my hair so z♫re short. D☼mn . . that wasn't good, oh well, at least my hair is squeaky clean . .
Graduation was long, it was somewhat fulfilling receiving our fake diploma (the diploma carrying case) with a picture with the principal of Alhambra High School, I thank God for having the picture with the principal and not the student class president . . it's just not the same. Then met teachers 'n stuff, hugged Ms. Burkhart (the Pride Alliance advisor). It was something to remember, I wore an old blue gown nine years old because Victoria (like I said, my mother) mixed up my brother's gown from nine years ago at AHS and my new one from AHS . . she's going all "No! It has to be right! Look, there's folds on it!" and I'm just like "You ******* ironed it, No FurIcken DuHh It would have creases on it, you can freaking crease anything by ironing it to death" (The ******* was never said, just so you know).
The Dream section . . ahhh . . dreams . . why else would anyone sleep. Sleep is probably the most time you waste, dreams make it worth while. Had many dreams. A lot of them contains height for some unknown reason. I use to be scared of heights, it doesn't seem like I am anymore. I remember when I first had live with my fear in absolute certainty. It was only a matter of time until I got over my fears. Aeye. To shortly list them there is Necrophobia (dead stuff, zombies, gosh, I despise zombies with a passion, though I don't think I fear them anymore), Acrophobia (heights, the cruelty of plunging to your untimely demise), Agoraphobia (alone in a huge crowd, or wyde empty spaces, I got over this a while ago, still had to be listed), Arachnaphobia (spiders, nothing much to it, got over this one for sure too, tarantulas look cute instead of scary, though I wouldn't know what to do if I really saw one. I had a dream with a snake, once or twice, and it really freaked me out, and I woke up all panicky, very odd, but it doesn't really scare me now that I think about it), Kakorrhaphiophobia (failure, defeat. Seems irrational now . . of course that's kind of obvious since phobias are irrational fears . . right). Dreams dream dreams, there's some with that retard, my "friend" always kisses and touches and molests and gets bitten by, and it's not pleasant ones, frankly I don't really see the point in his existence in them. My ex-anti-depressant was in my dream the day before yesterday. It wasn't exactly a cameo, he was there for quite some time, and I did speak to him as well. Mother Chuppy hasn't been in my dream in a while. But the one I would want to see is YaeLeroen . . or Lucifer, Selina would be alright too, they're fun people to hang out with.
Well now wasn't that a long entry . . perhaps you learned something (like not ordering an orange flavored frozen lemonade at Disneyland) or had fun while reading it. In the mean time . . it's 03:52:34 A.M. Pacific Standard Time . . and I'm kind of hungry, so I'll leave at this, and go to sleep. —Ciao
—Dark Yoshi of the Storms |
