Alignment: Neutral Evil A neutral evil villain does whatever he can get away with. He is out for himself, pure and simple. He sheds no tears for those he kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. He has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make him any better or more noble. On the other hand, he doesn�t have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. Some neutral evil villains hold up evil as an ideal, committing evil for its own sake. Most often, such villains are devoted to evil deities or secret societies. Neutral evil is the best alignment you can be because you can advance yourself without regard for others. However, neutral evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents pure evil without honor and without variation.
Race: Halflings are clever, capable and resourceful survivors. They are notoriously curious and show a daring that many larger people can't match. They can be lured by wealth but tend to spend rather than hoard. They prefer practical clothing and would rather wear a comfortable shirt than jewelry. Halflings stand about 3 feet tall and commonly live to see 150.
Class: Bards often serve as negotiators, messengers, scouts, and spies. They love to accompany heroes (and villains) to witness heroic (or villainous) deeds firsthand, since a bard who can tell a story from personal experience earns renown among his fellows. A bard casts arcane spells without any advance preparation, much like a sorcerer. Bards also share some specialized skills with rogues, and their knowledge of item lore is nearly unmatched. A high Charisma score allows a bard to cast high-level spells.
Fuk da Crows' Nest. My most recent article for the Crows' Nest was rejected because the teacher hates me because I'm friends with Michael, and she hates him too. I've been blacklisted, and the bitch is doing underhanded things to cut me out of credit.
Here's the article. Tell me if it's really not worth being published. I mean, fuck, they replaced where my article would be with a giant page ad about the fucking Crows' Nest...
Pics an' scary things I feel like shit right now... I have a headache, a stomachache and I'm worried and dead tired. And the haircut I got today is atrocious and makes me look like some loser fagit. Meh.
Cal, Nitro, Bats and I all hung out at the mall before they left me, and nothing was open cause it was way early. We just walked around and stuff until...there she was!
The most hideous thing I had ever seen... She had to be like in her late sixties, had a wrinkled and sagging white face that was powdered almost pure white... She was wearing a miniskirt and an ugly red leather jacket over some ugly top. Her hair was died jet black and was all curled up and poofy like an old lady afro. Her legs were....well, we couldn't tell if she was wearing dark panty-hose or if she had a dark red plaster-on tan... She wore ugly heels, too. Over her eyes she had a pair of sunglasses with HUGE lens, making her eyes look like bug eyes...
It was hideous! She looked like a perfect cross between Michael Jackson and The Nanny... I called her Nanny Jackson. She just...walked around. Aimlessly. Just walked all around the mall looking at the closed shops. She kept walking by us. Did that too many times... I think she had the hawts for Nitro. Poor guy.
Anyways, on a happier note, I got some of the prom pics... I'm only gonna show two, since most of them sucked. Muh.
Ow I bought a fucking spiked mace-ball flail thing today. It's made of fucking iron and it's fucking heavy and scary. It cost me two fucking dollars.
I hit my fucking arm with it by accident when smashing a fucking dog toy. It was a fucking light hit, and it hurt like all fucking hell and gave me a fucking dead arm. Now I have a fucking bruise.
Man this thing is pretty lethal feeling... It's scary.
In other news prom was great last night. It was a queer prom put on by the college gay club. I went in a skirt and blouse and fishnets and heels and some other stuff. I was hawt. The girls were jealous of my legs. I was told several times, too, that if I went all out, I could be a totally passable drag queen... People get paid to do that, I dunno... Jeremy is a professional drag queen. He won prom queen. Jen won prom king.
Bats and Cal and Nitro and Devlin were all there, too. It was such a nice night... I enjoyed it.
Muh, things aside from that though aren't too much fun. Maybe I'll make it.
Muh, Sai-Sai MuhSkunk
Current Mood:Muh Current Music:Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran
I need to feel some self-worth. Do this. >:( If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Yeah. C'mon. Do it. You know you want to. You want to haaaaard.
Circle of life~ I just got home and it's ten minutes till 1 am. I saw the 9:20 showing of Spiderman 3 in the theater. It was really, really good. Got a little sad and sappy at times, but overall I really enjoyed it.
I had to watch it alone, even though I called like every person in my phone list who lived near me to try and get them to come with me. Ah well. It was a spur of the moment thing. Passed by, thought about it, called home, and went and did my thing. I'm glad I did. It felt good.
The movie really had me feeling good afterwards. I just drove home, alone in the dark, wet, dark fog. I hardly broke the speed limits, and listened to nice, soft music (mostly). I felt compelled to smile for some reason, cause I was just feeling that good. It feels really good to feel good, and I've been needing to feel good for quite awhile now.
Being alone and so far from home at that time of night was really surreal. Especially with all that fog, oh man... You could hardly feel five feet in front of you. I called my mother like she asked me to before driving home, to let her know I was safe. I felt compelled to tell her I loved her before hanging up for some reason. I don't do that often.
So I just drove through town at midnight. There wasn't really much traffic, but what there was felt nice. It felt friendly and warm for some reason. No one was speeding or flashing brights or swerving or anything. A kitten ran in front of my car and I slowed down so it could get past safely. Then I gave my best wishes of luck that the next driver it ran across would be just as kind. I was smiling most of the way home. I haven't smiled like that in awhile...
I felt good for making sure the cat was ok, because it was right in line with my wheel to get killed, and would have had I not slowed down. Later, though, about halfway home on the main highway, I pass right over (not hit, mind you; harmlessly overhead) what looked like a stuffed animal in the road. I was curious at this, and after some thinking I decided to do a U-turn and go check up on it. Finally getting there I discovered that it was a freshly killed cat that looked a lot like the one I had missed about thirty miles back. I felt sad for the kitty, and upon poking it with my foot found that it has barely really been smashed. There was a small pool of blood on the road and some congealed around it's muzzle and ear. It was right by a trailer park, which meant that it was probably somebody's pet. It was a beautiful cat for what it was, lean with a shiny, soft-looking coat. I felt compelled to do something, but it was definitely dead. I took some time to gently push it off the road with my foot. Well, ok, so it was rolling and flopping and making icky dead-limbs-against-pavement noises, but I was as gentle as I could pull off in that sort of situation. I pushed it off the road and onto the soft shoulder and then a little more, just to be safe. I whispered, "Sorry, little guy..." and got back in my car and drove off. Now, at the very least, the poor thing can rest intact. And, if his owners come looking for him, at least they may find his body in one piece, instead of splattered across a hundred yards of road.
I felt bad for the poor kitten, but, such is life... It kind of got me to thinking, though. About what, nyah, that's boring. I'll spare you all. It's been a weird, surreal night, and now I have a splitting headache from the gallon of salt I dumped on my popcorn. I think I should go get some water and maybe some aspirin.
Entry... I've had lots that I've been wanting to post about lately, I've just been in a slump of not caring enough to post anything. Myeh, it's not like anyone reads this stuff really.
The dream had something to do with me going out to see a movie with a friend in a theater that held like a billion people. I remember that The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was important somehow. Anyways, some MC announced some dude, who's name was Billy Hinn or something. Anyways, he was announcing something, and then said something like he was planning to poison his little brother with a spray bottle of Windex or something and now we were all hostage, cause his brother wasn't in the audience. That fucker caused us all to be taken hostage.
Anyways, so like, he made all the little kids come up front, and somehow I ended up there, but I don't remember ever moving. Anyways, so this dude has a cane or something, with a hook. I somehow had a cane too, but it was straight.
So, like, everyone's scared and is cowering like faggots. And this Billy dude is at the back of the room and is beating fat people with his cane. He beat some fat dude out of his chair, and he was crying. I was like, "This is really stupid" and just watched this Billy dude walk down the aisle, beating people with his stick.
Then, like, he's at the row behind me, and Brianna is there. Brianna is a friend of mine, roight? Anyways, he's like, ready to hit her and she's all getting an attitude and things are looking ugly. So he's like, ready to hit her, and I'm like, "You motherfucker don't touch her!" and I jump over the seats and charge him and we clash like some epic things. He swings, knicks my shin, but I block him as he tries to hit my side. He says something like, "You won't even have time to see red" or something and I yell and charge him. I like, manage to throw him back onto an empty row and then jump up on top of him. As I'm landing I toss my cane aside and land on his chest with my hands around his throat. Somehow, I pick him up and jump off the seats and out onto the concrete aisle, my hand guiding the side of his head before the rest of us. His temple hits the ground before anything else and there's this sickening CRACK that echoes throughout this giant room.
He's out cold, possibly dead, but I don't let it go there! I drag him up on the stage that's there for some reason, hoist him onto my shoulders, and spin around and then chuck him towards the seats. He like, slides face-first underneath a bunch of rows and then spins out and hits the edge of a seat with his back. His body bends like a U and there's an even more sickening SNAP that echoes throughout the room. He's probably dead now, and everyone's just quiet.
Somehow I ended up being escorted out by some people and everyone's calling me a hero and I'm crying or something cause it's not nice to kill people. Ah well.
So then I'm walking around with some people and we're looking for the fur con in the area and we walk by a bunch of fursuiters and I'm like, "Oy! They might know where the con is!" And...they do. It's like, right there, just being set up. So I go take a piss in some bathroom that looks like it came right out of Silent Hill and then come back up and there's people and furres and suits and carnival looking buildings everywhere and some dude is like giving the opening announcements. I sit by a bunch of kids and the dude is all like saying stuff and touching people's heads. I forget what he said though.
It was a strange dream, but it made me glad to be a furre. I was asleep for like twelve hours just about, from 6 am to almost 6 pm. Maybe I oughta' do that more often. Anyways, my dream was cut short cause my aunt called. Oh, and that reminds me, I'm supposed to let my mom know she did. I should go do that.
LJ is helpful in life. Helps you remember stuff. Bye bye, Sai-Sai sleepyskunk~
EDIT: Turns out my mom was on the phone with my aunt by the time I went to tell her. Talk about being a useless skunk. ;-;
Current Mood: contemplative Current Music:Rock Solid
Drunk like a skunk~ Woo.. Hey there. I'm like, drunk and stuff. Michael says that I'm not legally drunk, just buzzed, but like, I'm also really tired and shit and like it's hard to keep my balance and I keep swaying.
God damn that was hard to type. I keep messing up, hee..~
I, like, had like, a third of a bottle of Midori. It's pussy liquor, yeah, but I'm still a pussy drinker. I had more alcohol here in one sitting than all the booze I ever have in my entire life combined.
I watched V for Vendetta with Michael. That's like my favorite mooovie and shit.
Hee~ Really, my typing has gone to shit. I botch every other word. Maybe I should just stop fixing my mistakes. I'ma do that from this point onward. I won't fix my mistakes.
So, like, we watched my movie, and then I wanted to show Michale over the Hedge but he lent out the bindre that had the DVD in it and we tcoulyn't watch it. I like that movie lits, and Michael has it but hasn't watcbhed it. I wanted to sewatch it with him i\his frist time butnooo lits not here wee~
I;ve never even beeen tyipesty tipsy before. Sand I'm really fucking tired, so this is amplified and stuff. I've always been anti-alcohol, and, like, geeze....Why?! Thisi is kinda cool. It's not like I wanna go out and becoma a like a binge alcohol drinker but yeah. This isn't tlloo bad. It does sent my typing to shit, though.
I remember when one time Jenna was typing to me when she was drunk. I mean, geeze, she was acutually shiot-faced, I'm just a little bizuzzed... It iiiiss my first time though, so, like, whee!~
I was like, "How to I celebrate my first time, nahyaaangh? I klno9w~ LJ posted!" SAoooo I diisd. Man it's a liot easier to type when I don't give a shit about the drunken mistakes.
I feel like such a pussy. I bet that everyone who reads this has been shit[-faced plenty of itimes and t his ie like nothing to them. I know that Michael can down a half bottle of VOdka before he really cfeels anything.
Anyone else seen V for Ventdattea and really like it? The lesbaian part made Michael like get tears in his eyes. it IS a realyl sad part. I thought that by then people would realize that no one in theri right mind would EVER shchooose to be a faggot. Fucking assholges...
Michael wants mt to feel soemthing really weird brb. Ok I'm back he wanted me to feel the old stab wound in hois leg. It like, parted the muscles and stuff and feels pretty cool,. I like Michael, he's a goood friend.
So yeah now Michael says I need to rtry acid juust once and now I'm like, "Uuuuhh... No that's bad for you lol" and Michael is all like "Nah youre over 15 and just doing it once won't do anything do you and everyone needs to try it at least once."
Soooo... What do you think? I've always been anti-drug and anti-alcohol. I had the Midori today cause it was weeks ouold and there wasn't much left and I was just curious and shit. I mean, I can still say no. I said no to Michael when he told me to blow him right now. Ht was jus tplaying with me though lol. Silly Michael! He was testing me, is all. And, hooray, I passed the test! I'm, not druink enough to sjusty saaay yes wehee~
I should just go now. And, meeeh, I broke my rule and had to fiz a few typos cause some of those were so bad I couldn't even figure ou t what I was trying to say. Iw as like, thinking the word, buuut my fingers were otoally going to the wrong keys and shit. fuuuuck I sould go.
Hooorays for first drunk. Oh, and 23. Thwas t was a tfucking awsesome movie and I order you all fto go see it. After I wsaw it, I wen t home and I goundt the base guitar half I got from that one rock converty and it was signed on 6/10/2005 an d it added up to 23~ It was scary. CSince, I've been seeing 23's everywheres and it's cree[y./ I teven see the numbers from the badr kcode on the back of my V for efendetta case adding up to 23 in like two pairs and shit.
yeah that's kinda Creepy buut yeah... I should fo now, maybe I wasn't at the hight of my buzzzinedss back when I though I was. Cuaese...FUCK! FDAMN FUCKING TTYPOSE!!
Forgicve me for the shittingess of this ost. I can't squite bring myself to care that much right nooow,.
Whee, bye bye. Love, Sai0Saio the Drunk Skunk
P.S. Purple draghon it my faaavorite dragon. Caus e he's not broken and I like him. Varzenb is my favotie fox cause he locves me and loves on me. P.S.S. I really am not drunk promise I can still walk in a straight linke and follow Michale's fingerts with my eyues. He saud I'm not drunk! P.S.S.S. I love the Masochism Tango. Tom Lehrer is a genius.
Current Mood: drunk Current Music:BUSY BUSY BYMBLEBVEE babd tge Masochism Tango.
I haven't really had anything happy to post about lately, so, yeah... I kinda went on a blog-testing binge. They're fun and all, and I wanted to share, but there were too many to choose from...
So I put them all in here. Hopefully I'll burn out on these soon and can start saying worthwhile stuff.
I give you this compilation of You-Tube videos that highlight some fun things from the con, and one clip from FC 05 which was also kinda cute. I witnessed almost everything here live, and am in both fursuit parade videos in a borrowed skunk suit. <3
I'm 18 [Sing this part] Looks like I made it... Look how faaar I've come allbymyfuckingself. 'Cause no-body caaalled me.. 'Cept for that one fox, named Varzie.
They said, I bet, you'll never make it but just looook at me groowin' up! This cake is lovely till I'm throoowin' up... [End song]
I had way too much cake, but luckily managed to keep it down...
I had a nice little birthday, even though nobody called me other than Varzen. I even called people and left messages on their phones, "Hey, it's my birthday, call me back..<3" Nope. Nothing. Though I did get an FAOD PM from Zyph showing he actually cared. That was nice.
And I also got some IM happy birthdays, so that's ok too I guess.
Wow... I'm 18, y'know? It's crazy, just crazy... I got butterflies in my stomach when I watched my alarm clock slowly tick, tick down 'till Tuesday... I was then suddenly on my 18th birthday, and it was incredible. I had more butterflies when I saw the clocks ticking away to 4:29 PM: my birth time. That made me officially 18. I wanted to go out and try to buy cigarettes before 4:29, because I'd still technically be 17 when I bought them. LEGALLY! Man that would've ruled. I'd rather have bought porn to be honest, though. But there are no porn shops around here.
In a few days I'll be at FC, which is really my only birthday gift (not including supplies to get there).
A nice Mexican man with a name I can't spell who's a friend of my family also had his birthday on the same day I did. Hawt damn that was a complicated no-splice grammatically correct sentence. I got a call from my mother while I was here asking if I could meet her at the school so that I could share my cake with this man (I shall call him Paco because it's easy to spell and non-invasive and also pretty funny) and his family. They're poor and didn't have a cake, and I had too much cake for my small three-person family to eat in one night. I gladly brought my cake over.
It was a very nice time, with Spanish and English flying around like the two languages were married and everyone understood everything. Only one slice of cake is left over, and I think I'll give that to Michael when he comes to pick me up tomorrow. He'll be the first link in the chain for my ride to FC. It shall be nice....and penisy.
Thank you Zing for making me such a wonderful, cute little skunk drawing for my birthday.
I just realized that I didn't have to use the fucking 'Paco' to replace 'That one Mexican dude' because I didn't refer to him directly after making up that little short-cut. Fuck.
I'm old enough to fuck legally now, BY THE YIFFIN' WAY LOL! :3
And my knee hurts like shit. It must be arthritis, because I'm really fucking old now.
Goodnight, you peoples. Love, Sai-Sai the legal fluffy-skunk
Current Music:YIFF ME....YIFF ME, MY FRIEND. YIFF ME.....YIFF ME, AGAIN.
It's really crazy, y'know? I mean, it just sneaks up on you. I know not much is gonna change, but it's gonna feel so...oh...I dunno. It feels like a major step in life, because, well, society denotes it as such.
What can an 18 year old do? Well, I could... --Smoke --Vote --Escape home --Get a piercing without parental consent --Get a tattoo without parental consent --Get a license without having done driver's ed --No longer be eligible for juvie court --Join the military --Get married (but only to the opposite sex LOLOLOL) --And be a legal adult in the eyes of companies (i.e. I could get bus/plane/train/etc. tickets all on my own and get a job where minors can't)
Anything I'm missing?
Uhhhh...
Ummm...
No, not drinking, can't do that yet...
Hmmmmmmmmmmm...
OH. THAT'S RIGHT. SEX! I'LL BE LEGAL TO GET MY GROVE ON WITH ALMOST WHOMEVER I WANT IN ALMOST ANY WAY I WANT!
Why?! Why the hell does turning 18 suddenly mean I can fuck things outside this special little 'age limit'?! It means NOTHING! My balls don't wait for my 18th birthday to drop on down and say, "TA-DA! GO YIFF!" Hell, males are supposed to reach their sexual prime from 16-18! Shit! That means society forced us to miss two years of our sexual prime!
It's retarded. We all know. Bitching won't change shit. Since it's too hard to give privileges based on personal maturity, we just give a blanket age that everyone gets that shit. Bitching won't help, but I like to bitch.
Anyways... I'll be 18, and I'm hoping to get some calls, cards, and maybe a few gifts from friends. It'll be a special day, y'know? The big 18... I'm excited...
My mother of course was hard-pressed to give me a nice, special birthday gift worthy of a big 18 year old. The solution? A hundred bucks and permission to go to FC! Hooray for FC!
I shall be at FC and shit, and I wanna know who else will be there who knows me. But, since I kinda buried this request under a bunch of shit, I'm gonna make a new entry to ask that question. Respond there!
As for now, I think I'm gonna enjoy my last two days of being tinypup Sai. Two more days of being illegal and cute (by association).
Love you all, The still not-legal, Tinypup Sai-Sai
Skunkie alive and doing FC >: Man, I had the strangest dream last night. It was strange; not only for what it was, but that I remember a great deal of it even after I awoke instantly after enough of it. Also, awake, I felt instantly rested and alert. I'm not often a morning person, this was weird.
In my dream, I was talking to Worm on the phone after taking a shower. I was in some building that looked like one of the houses I lived in in Mexico, but didn't notice that I was somewhere new. Anyways, I was talking to Worm, and I heard some noises like someone was snooping around in the area of the house that was my bedroom in that old house, but this dream house didn't have bedrooms I think. I have a gun, for some reason, and I tell Worm to hang on and drop the cell phone on the counter, pick up the ammo clip that just happens to by lying there, load my gun, and go to investigate.
I find some dude in the other room, just like, being there and stuff. I point the gun and yell at him to freeze or I'd shoot. He turns to me, grins, and immediately starts moving towards me. I shoot three times: First bullet misses, second hits him in the shoulder and third hits him near the eye. I see the bullets in his skin, but he doesn't stop coming at me... He grabbed me and knocked the gun away, and we grappled for a bit and eventually he drove me into the incredibly bare living room, telling me that he's going to kill me.
I don't know why he chose me, but he needed to eat or something. He wanted to eat me, or drink my blood or something... I'm begging for my life while desperately trying to push him away. He's getting closer and closer... I'm saying all sorts of things, but nothing stops him! Eventually, I beg him to at least let me say goodbye, and....he stops. He backs away, stands up, and tells me sure, I can go do that, and he'll kill me after. Then he just disappears.
I drive to...a pool, or school, or something where my mom and sister are. I keep trying to get my mom's attention but she keeps yelling at me. I just wanted to let her know that I loved her very, very much and that she's been a good mother. I wanted to say that before it was time. She kept brushing me off though, she was really angry at something. :(
I remember later that we're near a big stone wall, I think out behind my house and my sister does something and like a rockslide hits her or something. There's a rock mountain there, y'know. My mother and I panic and she screams while I dig my sister out, who's completely unhurt, if a little dusty. Somewhere in my dream I try to tell my sister that I love her, or something. Hey, it was a dream!
And then I get into the house and I get online and someone I don't really care about sends a 'hi' or something, and I'm really sad when I see my Varzen fox isn't online. So, I go call Worm, who's been worried since all he heard on the phone was screaming and gunshots, though he eventually hung up. Anyways, I call him, and he's all worried, but I gotta get to the point because I don't know how much time I have left. I'm crying by now, and I give him all my account names and passwords to online stuff, so someone can share with everyone I missed what exactly happened to me. I'm really sad, and Worm's confused and scared, since I started the conversation with "I'm dying.."
It was getting really hard to breathe and talk, and I still had to call Varzie, and maybe Bats, and anyone else I really cared about and could think of...
So, my time is running short, and I'm crying and scared and stuff, and then....I wake up. Just like that. Nothing prompted me to wake up, and it wasn't slow... It just happened. After a few seconds I realize I'm in bed with a stone-dry pillow (obviously wasn't crying outside of the dream). I hug it and murmur my 'thank-God,-it-was-just-a-dream's and then look at the clock. I have another twenty minutes till I gotta get up. I think I'll rest for a little bit longer.
I don't know where all this came from and it's been on my mind all day. Do I appreciate living just a little bit more? Yeah, yeah.. Hell, the car wreck was bad enough, and now this? That dream was so real (despite being surreal); I couldn't believe it wasn't really happening when I woke up in bed.
The moral of this story? Always let loved ones know when you appreciate them. You don't always get your chance to say goodbye...
Also...
Don't ever live in haunted houses in Mexico for over three years. That damn place keeps following me. :/
Love on the skunk, k? He might die someday. Love from the skunk, Sai-Sai
P.S. I'll probably be at FC. Anyone wanna see me there and give me stuff cause the convention starts two days after my birthday? Huh?? HUH???
Current Mood: weird Current Music:Bite my skunkdick
Of skunks, bears, cars, feather dusters, and joygasms - Part 2 I had to drive that clunky annoying Kia to school all week with its crappy gas mileage, even though on Wednesday, we, umm... Well, this car dealership around here was having a little special sale somethin' and so mama skunk and I padded right on down to play with stuff!
We had just gotten a notice that let us know how much insurance money we were getting, which was really great. We paid $3,000 for our little Mazda, and took very good care of it. The insurance company said that it was worth $3,669! That means that, even with the $500 deductible, we got $169 more than what we paid for the car. Ain't that somethin'?
So, we go to the car place and we meet some dude who made a really good Homer Simpson (even had the head shape) who was really nice and helped us out for, like, the nearly four hours we were there. He was really cool and bought me a soda and some peanuts while we were there waiting cause it took so long. There was also some guy who looked and sounded just Cliff from Cheers, and he was funny. :3
In the end, we walked off with a pretty little white, four-door Ford Focus and went to Taco Bell and gotted foods. I didn't get to ride in it, though, cause I had to go in the Kia cause we needed to get that home too and stuff. The new car had 15,000 miles on it and was an '06, and we got it for $15,000, which I think is overall a good deal. Don't you? :0
Mama skunk wanted to show the car off and hog it from me and I didn't get to drive it until Saturday, in which I went up to Geist's house to stay the night and go to Olympia with him the next day. I would've been over at a bat's house partying, but he couldn't come get me. ;-;
In Olympia on Sunday, we went to the mall and wanted to see Ice there, but he and Jaki were busy moving and stuff, so it was just me and Geist. We ran all over the place and ended up in Hot Topic, where there was this cute guy all dressed up in a skin-tight Peter Pan outfit. Normally, Hot Topic is NOT my place to shop, cause everything's so damn expensive, but I noticed this really, really cute French maid costume and it was going at 50% off... Peter Pan noticed me looking, and came over: Peter Pan: Can I help you with anything? Me: I was looking at this costume here, but I'm not sure if it'd fit me. PP: Well, hmm.. It's extra large (though still skimpy as hell! x.x), made for big girls. *Takes it off the rack and holds it against me* Oh yeah, that'll fit, definitely. Me: Umm... PP: Wanna try it on? Me: ..Is that allowed? PP: Oh of course, c'mon, changing room is in the back. And so Geist and I followed him and he left me alone in the room and I tried it on and had Geist help me with the back zipper and looked at myself in the mirror and was like "Omg! X.x;;" Yes, it was sexy. Yes, I needed it. So, I bought it. :3
After the mall we went to a Chinese buffet thing and had loads of sushi of many, many different kinds and had lotsa' shrimp and all sorts of other Asian food. It was good, even though I couldn't identify half of what I ate. First time I've had caviar, too... Really good food and I also had some ice cream and French fries just to be contrary.
It was a good day, and I had fun. Was only two days away from Halloween, too! :3 I'll break it here and finish later. I gots paper to write. Love, Sai-Sai, the Asian-stuffed skunk.
Of skunks, bears, cars, feather dusters, and joygasms - Part 1 I'm sure everyone's heard of joygasms: the phenomenon of having a sudden orgasm from something that causes you just that much joy and has nothing to do with anything sexual. Sure we use the term all the time, but has anyone ever really had one? Can they really happen? Well, I used to not really think so, until...
So it was last Monday I think, awhile ago, yeah. I had to drive my clunky Kia Sportage around cause the little Mazda was, well, dead. I was feeling kinda upset about stuff and was just angry at the world in general while driving out of the college parking lot to head home. Madonna's Die Another Day was blaring and it was nice, but I'd heard it so many times before... I was like, "Fuck this" and turned off the road and headed towards the mall. So, I get there, and I park, and I get out and lock the doors and start stomping my way towards the mall, on a mission for something happy. I'm fuming and pissed off and I walk in and right towards f.y.e and walk in and find that new Sonata Arctica album that was recorded live and I wanted and I slap it down on the counter and start growling at the dude until he rings it up. I think it was appropriate, seeing as there's an angry wolf on the album cover, nyah. http://www.sonata-arctica.info/pochettes/forthesakeofrevenge/cd-front.jpg
So, now I have my thingy-thingy, and I run out of the mall and start trying to tear the damn plastic off and I'm like "RAWRGH!" and some people from my college English class walk by and they're like "Hey Tom :0" and I'm like "Hi." and they walk past me into the mall and I finally get all the plastic off and run back to my car and start driving off.
The album was beautiful... When they got to the part where they sung Replica live (track 10), I was just like "OMG..." and it was really amazing and I was shaking and in my pants was all like "OMG!!" and I, stupidly, was like "Hey don't do that there!" and it didn't wanna listen but I managed to quell it! Had I let go, though, yeah... It was just THAT good. Omg. x.x
So, yeah, that's how I discovered that joygasms exist... They're obviously really rare, though, because you need to be absolutely blown away by something you love that isn't sexual. Most guys will probably never feel one during their lives, and I've come to name it the female orgasm of male orgasms. I don't have a name to give it for girls, because it's already hard enough to get them off even when it IS sexual. >.>
It was a very nice ride home, which was nice, because life has been hard lately... I'll make a few more posts when I can, breaking all the new stuff that's happened into smaller posts instead of one big thingy. I've been bad about posting lately, sorry.
Stay tuned! Love, Sai-Sai, the late for class skunk *Runs!*
Of skunks and car wrecks... It's unfortunate that I can't seem to bring good news that makes people smile anymore... I had a wonderful time with some wonderful furre friends these past two weekends. I want to post about that, but after what recently happened to me, right now I'm just glad I'll have more chances for fun weekends like those. Read this if you wanna, it'll be a graphic report about what happened to me just yesterday. Please, please remember to always drive safely...
Sorry that I don't know how to do LJ post breaks... My fingers and wrist hurt, and the right side of my face is torn up as I type this-- I should be dead.
Monday morning's are terrible, I hate them. It's Monday morning that reminds you that there's a week ahead of you, you have a job to do, school to go to, and work for class you haven't done. You gotta wake up early after having the weekend to sleep in and get ready for the day. I'm always creaky on Monday mornings, but managed to flop out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower. I always take too long in the shower, but this time finished five minutes earlier than usual. I rewarded myself by using those five minutes (plus a little extra ;P) gratifying myself. That might seem pointless to mention, but after what happened, it honestly has more meaning than you might think... Anyways, eventually I managed to tug clothes on and stumble out to the living room. I had way too much to carry that day. I had my cell phone, Mp3 player, Taco Bell uniform (in case I could squeeze in some hours), all my school stuff, the stereo face-plate, my keys, my Doritos and cupcakes breakfast, my DS (in which I truly regret not zipping it up in my binder like I usually do), and maybe a few other things. I managed to balance everything as well as I could after taking an airborne (cause I felt a cold coming on), and headed out to the car. I dumped the big stuff in the back seat and the small stuff in the passenger. I plugged the cell phone into the car charger and put the face-plate in place and opened up my Doritos and cupcakes and began to head out as 2 introduced that morning's show. I was nearly late, as usual.
I gotta drive like 50 miles to school every day... Classes at the college are getting stressful, and working minimum wage at a fast food place sucks... Hell, if I didn't work that day, I had to do the damn snack bar thing at the school for that stupid scholarship which isn't much at all. It was just gonna be one of those days, y'know? Like, for the past week or so before this, I'd wake up with a really pessimistic attitude. "Maaan, if only something would just happen to me so I wouldn't have to go to the stupid college and work at stupid Taco Bell and do all this other shit. It'd be great if I just got in an accident or something." Don't ever think like that... I may have been thinking that every morning, but I never meant it. Well, those first ten minutes or so of 2 Sense were nice, the few Doritos and one cupcake square I had were tasty, and those first six miles I drove were uneventful. How was I supposed to know that the roads here suck up oil all summer and don't release it till the heavy rains start in the fall? Heavy rains indeed, it was pouring as I drove Geist home last night with the first heavy rainfall of the season.
You never expect something like this. It just, happens... I was wide awake, not under any influences and not sleepy and not fiddling with my cell phone or the Mp3 player or masturbating at the wheel. I was using cruise control, so I wasn't playing with the pedals. It just happened. Shit happens.
Am I the only one who, every now and then, drifts off over the right lane line? Well, I just do sometimes, but, hey, it's not a big deal at all. Just turn the wheel to the left a little and get back on the road; no big deal. Never a big deal...
Bam. It happens something like this: Fuck, what was that?! I don't know! Might've been a rock, probably was a rock. Fuck! God, oh God! The steering wheel isn't working, it's jerking back and forth, the car isn't responding! Oh fuck! God, save me! Brambles, vines, thorns, leaves, they're all hitting the windshield! Is this a dream? It has to be a bad dream; I'm having a nightmare! Who's shrieking? Who's voice is that?! "God save me! God save me!" It's my voice. The airbags! That's what they look like, I'd imagined they'd be bigger, but I don't have time to look. "GOD! SAVE ME!" I'm upside down. Why am I upside down?! God! I'm stopped, the car stopped. My emergency lights are blinking, but I didn't hit the button. Oh the airbags are deflated. So soon? They had just come out... Oh God, the smell! I'm upside down. I can't move! My neck! Oh God, I'm alive, but I can't move! Seatbelt. It's the seatbelt. God, where's the button?! I can't push it, my wrist! Oh God! I'm right side up. How'd I get out of the seatbelt? Oh God, the smell! My car is going to explode! Turn it off! The key is stuck! God, don't let my car explode! I gotta turn it off! The key's still stuck! Park it! Park the car! I'm panting, the smell is awful. Oh God... The shift stick, I gotta park the car! It's above me. The shift stick is above me?! I park the car. Oh God, my wrist... Did I pull the emergency brake?! I don't know. I don't care. The key isn't stuck! The car is off! Oh God, how do I get out?! My legs. My legs are crossed. I'm on the ceiling of my car! The door, it's locked! Unlock it, hurry! The smell, it's overpowering me! It's terrible! The door won't open! I'm surrounded by thorns and vines and bushes, they're holding the door shut! Push harder! Oh God! My shoulder! My wrist! Push, God help me! A gap! Squeeze through, I need to squeeze through! I'm out! Oh God, I'm seeing the bottom of my car. The smell. It's out here to. I need to get away! God, don't let my car blow up! Climb! Brambles, vines, logs. My hands are filthy. God, my knee! I'm out of the bushes! Two cars! God, please stop! My face is wet? Am I crying or bleeding?! Stop! Oh God please stop! My knee... I'm limping. Two cars. One of them's stopping! My knee! Thank God, it's stopping...
It was a small red car. The lady inside was old, and she looked like she'd lived here a long time. You learn to recognize that in people around here. I forget exactly what I said. I told her I was in an accident, she had me sit down in the passenger seat. She picks up the cell phone and dials 911. I'm amazed she actually found reception where we were; it's very, very rare for cell phones to work on that highway. I talk to the dispatcher, tell her what she needs to know, tell her where it hurts. She sends an ambulance, I lie back in the chair with a wet washcloth over my face and wait. The lady gets my name and I tell her who my mother is and where she works. She dials someone who delivers the message, and then it's time to wait. Eventually, I ask to borrow her phone. I had just memorized John's phone number the night before. I call him. I tell him I was in an accident, but I'm ok. I tell him not to worry and I keep talking to him until I see the ambulance arriving. I tell him I love him and he says it back and I hang up.
Almost everyone on the ambulance crew is someone I know. The paramedic checks me out and strips me of upper clothing. I talk to a police officer and a patrol ranger. They eventually fit me in a neck brace and force me to lie down on a gurney and strap me in. I saw my mother and the principal of the high school arrive, they looked so worried... I was so ashamed. I was crying and cold and was in a neck brace, strapped to a gurney. I didn't want to look at anyone and kept my eyes shut until I was in the ambulance. Secretly, I was praying that they wouldn't drop me. My mother rode in the ambulance with me and wouldn't let me apologize for the accident. The ride was long even though the ambulance was speeding with its lights on. I have an oxygen mask over my face and I get a plastic catheter in my hand for an IV. I hated the needle that she poked me with. She had to poke me like four times, mentioning that I had a tough hide.
The hospital was over three hours of lying down and getting checked out and getting X-rayed and stuff. I knew one of the doctors, that helped. The other doctor and the nurses were all nice and made it easy for me. It definitely felt weird getting wired up to all sorts of machines and stuff and getting a hospital gown put over you and then getting the rest of your clothing besides your boxers pulled away by various people, all while being strapped to a gurney. Fortunately, only one guy had to take a peek down my boxers. He asked my permission before he did, and just mentioned something along the lines of my genitals being unharmed. Amen, eh? After they concluded that I was alright, I got a cap put on my catheter, another hospital gown to cover my back, and I was able to get up to use the restroom. Heh, I had to hold this plastic thing with lots of wires the whole time, cause they were all attached to me. Looking at myself in the mirror was the first actual time since the accident I could really see myself. The right side of my face was slashed pretty badly, but I was otherwise ok it seemed. The seatbelt bruised my shoulder, but ah well. The hospital gave me two granola bars, two small things of juice, and two egg salad sandwiches before I left. They also gave me some cool hospital socks with rubber things all over the bottom. My mother's friend Gloria came out to pick us up.
Gloria took us to "No-No's Tows" towing company and we went out to see the car. The guy said it took them over an hour just to extract it, and had to do things like wrap a line around a telephone pole and other weird stuff just to get it out. When I finally got to see the car, the reality of what happened hit me. I should be dead. The thing was a pile of twisted metal. The entire back end was nearly kissing the back of the front seats. The back windshield was shattered, and most every window was cracked, but otherwise intact. The front bumper wasn't attached and I could see the styrofoam that was inside. I didn't know there was styrofoam in those... When my mom and the towing guy left to get some plastic bags, I crouched down beside the thing and pretty much broke down... I was inside that thing. I was inside it, and it was upside down. Why was I still breathing? Much less walking... My mother and the tow guy eventually came back with plastic bags to store anything we wanted to salvage in. The first thing I grabbed was the Mp3 player John gave me. I put that in my pocket, everything else went in the bag. I found the little lever to control the window wipers in the right door pocket. My DS was still in the car and intact, but somehow my Metroid Prime Hunters game had been ejected and was missing. I couldn't find it and was really sad. None of my cds were broken, though one was stuck in the cd player and wouldn't eject without power. The tow guy ran off and brought us the ignition key so I could turn the car on and get my 2 Sense cd. I turned the car on and a few seconds later 2 continued his radio show like nothing had happened. it was kind of funny, since everyone was there and he was just ranting out of a heap of twisted metal. Almost everything else of value was there and intact, though my mother was upset that her Bible was missing. She had gotten that as a gift from my uncle when she was 16 and it meant a lot to her. It was leather bound and very elegant. I was really upset that I had caused her to lose that...
We dealt with the towing papers and stuff (we have towing insurance, so that was free but they still needed papers and stuff). Then we went to Safeway for my pain drugs (I called John from there), and then to Mc Donald’s because I needed a fucking Big Mac meal... God knows that after surviving something like that, I needed a fucking Big Mac meal.
While driving home, I asked Gloria to stop at the crash site so I could find my mother's Bible. I had leather gloves on to poke through thorns and glass, and was determined to find this. Back at the crash site, I waded in through the foliage and found where I had wrecked. There was a lot that had fallen out all over the place. The only thing I really cared about though was right there, out in the open. My mother's Bible. I yelled out that I had found it, and felt really good that I could return it to her. Just had to pick it out from the remains of car strewn everywhere. I then returned with one of the plastic bags and filled it with all the little things that had fallen out. This included a bunch of water bottles and a squished, but still completely full, box of Capri Suns. After taking everything of value and my parking decal for college (had to brush off clinging glass for that...) we headed on home. I didn't find Metroid there either.
Just seeing my big purple house and walking up to and in it was an incredible experience... Everything just seemed more colorful, and I appreciated it. I'm excited for getting normal days again, and doing normal things. I'll miss that little car, but the insurance should pay for a new one. Really, all that was lost besides the car was my Metroid Prime Hunters game. I think that's the first video game I've ever really just lost like that. Ah well...
Analyzing that car crash is really something else. I don't think I had time to even break. Everyone's scratching their heads when they see I actually survived. This is what I've discovered since the crash. I hit a small embankment of wood chips and dirt and vegetation going at my cruise control's 65 Mph. I was airborne long enough to do half a barrel roll, and the car actually landed upside down (imagine an arrow spinning, but it's a car and it only spins halfway before landing). Where I went off the road was the absolute perfect place to fuck up. A little more to the left, I would've hit an iron gate designed to be strong enough to stop semi trucks. More to the right, I could've hit a really large stump or a telephone pole. Scattered around the area were fallen trees that could've speared through the windshield or something. It turns out I was so far in the brush that my car was not visible from the road. No one would've even noticed I was missing until nearly 3 pm, and the crash happened at 8:10 am. The lady who picked me up had JUST gotten her first cell phone maybe a day or two before, and hardly knew how to work it. Heh, at least she could dial 911. This kind of wreck is a type where 9 out of 10 people in that situation die, and 99 out of 100 are seriously injured; I was that .1% who walked away with but a scratch.
I'm hoping I don't get any nightmares about this. Reliving it in my head while fully awake is bad enough...
All in all, it was one traumatizing experience, and I'm definitely gonna do all in my power to make sure it never happens again. I skirted death with this, and don't got so many lives left. Luckily, my mother isn't upset with me and giving me crap about the car, she's just grateful that I survived. I'm grateful too.
Heh, and just today we were gonna spend $400 to get the brakes fixed on that car... Irony is brutal, and cuts like a knife. I'd like to tell everyone right now that I really care for all of you who're my friends. I don't have enough time to give you all your friend dues, but I still think about all of you... Don't let the feelings you have for loved ones go unsaid, cause you never know when it'll be too late to say them. As corny and clichéd as it sounds, you really learn to appreciate life after almost losing it, and my entire outlook on life has changed. Thank you all for reading, and thank you all who've offered me support. With lots of love, Sai C. Stripetail, the surviving skunk
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