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My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
brokeniheartyou goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as bobby socker.
_diane tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
ask_the_angels tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
chinchilla_ears gives you 5 mottled green banana-flavoured nuggets.
kazukorin49 tricks you! You get a clothespin.
pianoguy345 gives you 14 milky white spearmint-flavoured pieces of taffy.
rebelcoyote13 gives you 19 blue watermelon-flavoured gumdrops.
sewertalk tricks you! You lose 35 pieces of candy!
silvereyedvenus gives you 8 red-orange lime-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
sleepintrashcan tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
tamrakar020 gives you 8 mauve lime-flavoured jawbreakers.
brokeniheartyou ends up with 14 pieces of candy, a 3.5-inch floppy disc, a piece of paper, and a clothespin.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

*fake tear* nobody like me...*le sigh*
+++++++____________++++++++
So yeah, I'm going to see a preview of Employee of the Month starting the totally FLAWESOME DANE "SUFI" COOK!!!!

*le heart*

Yes, I have successfully coerst [sp?] Matt Tom into seeing it with me...not only do I get to go to a FREE movie WITH A SOMEONG, but I get to rub it in michelle's face....SUFI MOFO's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   *silly*

Now I'm off to attempt to do some of the homework I've been putting off all day...

laterz!
miko

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene...please don't take my man because you can...


*le sigh* Mindy Smith+Dolly Parton=  LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yeah, I'm in the USU here at beautiful California State University Long Beach...attempting to do homework.  I'm really not getting all that far. ^__^

Since I obviously wasn't going to be doing any homework, I call up Matt Tom (whose first name is Matt...not Tom  t_t  ) and he rode his new bike up here from the dorms to see me.  Now he's sleeping on the chair next to me...all that riding up the Hill sure takes a toll on a person.  Oo(*^___^*)oO

I just wanted to say one real important thing: do one nice thing for someone everyday.  Trust me, it'll always be worth it.  A few days ago a good friend of mine from middle school, Tashiya sent me a message, and it really lifted my spirits; it's as if she KNEW I needed a few words of encouragement.  After I replied to her message, I printed out two copies: one I put in the front of my binder and the other I put in an empty frame.  Every morning and night, I read what she wrote, and it helps me realize how EXREMELY fortunate I am to know truly awesome people.  Even though it's only been two days, it's helped me greatly.  Thanks Tashiya!  ^__^ V

I gues I'll get back to my homework now, the sooner I finish the sooner I can get back on line to mess around!  ^__~ V


love and aloha,
miko

I wish I lived closer to campus, that way I could actually hang out with people...

...instead of sitting at home doing nothing...

 

<3 amanda

Lena: [in her letter, after Kostas accuses her of being afraid to love him] He's right, Car. I am afraid. There's a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don't understand why. Maybe that's what strikes me most about Kostas. That despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I've never known that kind of faith. It makes me sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love while I, who have lost nothing, am not 


I have lost someone very near and dear to me, and I never really got the chance to say goodbye.  All I got was a telephone call, while he was hooked up to a bunch of machines and couldn't talk at all, that's it.  My mom haded me the phone at about 8 PM so I could say goodbye, because they didn't think he'd make it through the night.  Two hours later, my mom came into the room to tell me he'd passed away.  I'll never again hear him call me "Amanda-Bear" or see his signature on my birthday card.  All I have left are pictures and his voice on our answering machine.  I'll never again get a hug from him.  I'll never get to see him smile again.  It use to make me sad, now it scares me.   He left feeling bad that he couldn't make it out here for my high school graduation!  I tried to tell him that it didn't matter that I find a way to get out there and see him.  I did get out to see him, at his funeral.  I don't know why it's taken a year for it to finally hit me.  I think worse part is that I can' t really talk to anyone about it.  

I think I also figured out why I can't seem to lose weight, I'm afraid.  If I'm fat than I can use the excuse that people just don't like me because I'm fat.  I mean I've been this way since the third grade, that's more than half my life.  There were times when I started to lose weight then for some reason I stop and gain it all back again.  I lost a lot of weight in middle school and gained all back, then in high school and gained it all back.  I think it might be control issues, the retionale being the opposite of an anorexric person.  Either that or it's just confort.  When I get sad, depressed, or both I just eat.  Plain and simple, I just eat and eat and eat.  Then I watch movies, or read a book, or see people somewhere who are "falling in love" and are happy, and then it makes me more sad and I eat some more.  And the worst part: I don't want to do this anymore, but I can't help it.  I don't know how.  I've tried.  Maybe it's my house, maybe that's why I can't seem to change. 

I guess I'm pretty much just babbeling, just getting it down somewhere.  That way, maybe, I won't think about it.  I doubt this will be the case, but maybe it might happen this time.

Maybe I should get it over with and see a doctor, but I'd have no idea where to start.  God this sucks, it really does.

...

1. What's your middle name? 
2. Age: 
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie: 
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean: 
8. Tats and or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE FUN
1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?:
2. Whats your philosophy on life?:
3. Would you have my back in a fight?: 
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?:
5. What is your favorite memory of us? 
6. Would you give me a kidney?:
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: 
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?:
9. Can we get together and make a cake?:
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?:
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?:
12. Do you think I'm a good person?:
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?:
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?:
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?:
18. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so I can fill it our for you? 

so there it is...PWEASE fill it out...^__^ V

one more picture:
(I was waiting for my yoga class and was tired of writing, so I decided to take pictures.  This building is the Yoga/Aerobics studio place thingamajig)


Ja Ne!
じゃ　ね！
＜３　みこ

HAPPY NATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY ME'HARDES!!!

I think maybe 10% of my school new what today was... *le sigh*
Next year, I'm SO going to dress up!!!  >___<


(Here's me, my sister, and my cousins on our cruise at the first formal night...don't we all look perdy?  ^__^ V  )




I'll try to upload more pictures laters!

Now I'm off to actually do some homework!

Ja Ne!
じゃ　ね！！！

＜３　みこ

I love you, Suzy-Q
“Suzy-Q, would it be alright if I loved you?” Jayne asked her best friends and roomy.
“Sure, I guess,” Suzianne said, slightly perplexed. “I though we already loved each other?” The blonde questioned, not really paying attention.
“Oh we do, but I meant a different kind of love…” Jayne said, trailing off.
“Alright” Suzy said, engrossed more in the movie the two were watching than the conversation Jayne was trying to have. Excitedly she squealed, “Oooo! This is my favorite part!”
All Jayne could do was smile and turn to finish watching the movie in silence. Only now she’d told Suzy-sort of.
=<3=
Jayne could remember three very important moments in her life very clearly: 1) the day her “high school sweetheart” broke her heart, 2) the day she realized she was gay, and 3) the day she realized she was in love with Suzy-Q.
For simplicity’s sake, let’s start at the beginning and go from there. Jayne and Steven had been together for seven years. They had gone to the same elementary school; they even lived next door to each other. So when sixth grade started, it was almost like destiny-the evil bastard-took over.
Jayne had been a dancer since she could stand on her own-so as elementary school was coming to an end; the cheerleaders from the middle school came recruiting. At first Jayne didn’t want to tryout but some how she found herself along side her best friend Molly Raven trying out for the cheer squad.
Unfortunately they both made it. Unfortunate because Molly’s dad was in the Army; when the middle of summer arrived, so did a notice saying Molly’s dad was being relocated to Florida. After a very teary goodbye, the two promised to write to each other always, no matter where Molly’s dad was transferred to. (Jayne and Molly actually still write to each other, only they write more emails than snail mail; occasionally they meet from dinner.)
Anyway, now that Molly had left, Jayne wanted to quit-but her parents had already shelled out a few thousand dollars and wouldn’t allow it. So two weeks after Molly had left, Jayne showed up to her first cheer practice, three weeks before school started.
It was at the school’s first basketball game-five weeks later-that destiny showed it’s evil face again. It was right before half time when the ball shot out-of-bounds-straight at the cheerleaders! Somehow Jayne managed to catch it and got up to go hand it back to the approaching basketball player. As she got to the bounds line, she was met by none other than Steven Pilot. As she handed him the ball, their hands touched briefly-but it was as if time stopped completely for those two seconds.
After the game, Steven came up to Jayne as she was heading out of the gym, attempting to catch up to the other girls.
“Hey…Jayne?” a male voice called out.
“Yeah?” Jayne said, still in cheerleader mode. As she turned around, she realized it was Steven Pilot who’d called her. So she quickly turned back around to her friends, saying softly, “OH MY GOSH!!! I’ll meet you guys outside.”
“We’ll want details” Lucy said, as the other girls quickly shuffled out of the gym. Jayne then dropped her so-large-you-could-fit-a-body-inside-and-it-still-wouldn’t-weigh-this-much duffle bag on the floor and turned and walked towards Steven. When she reached him, she took a mental picture of him-still sweaty, his hair a little damp, his big red and white jersey (similar to her own white and red uniform) clung to him a little, and the dog tag that hung around his neck moving ever so slightly.
“Hey, great game!” Jayne said, a little to cheerful. Upon realizing this she quickly said, “Sorry, I forgot to turn off the ‘cheerleader’. “ As said this, she pushed her nose and turned an invisible knob on the side of her head to ‘unscrew her smile.’ “There…much better.”
“You sure are funny Jayne” he said, laughing.
“Thanks, I guess.” She said, confused. “Hey wait, you actually know my name?”

The Bookstore
Sitting on the stairs that lead to the second floor of the college bookstore, Mikomiko watched as the hordes of students passed by her-either going to the second floor, looking for books, standing in a line, or just walking around.
‘I can’t believe the first day of school was yesterday’ she thinks to herself. ‘I know I wanted it to start, but now I’m not so sure. I just-‘
“Umm, Kevin doesn’t want you taking your break here.” A rather tall blonde freshman said.
Miko looks up, a little peeved that she’d been interrupted, saying “Excuse me?”
The blonde boy then started to repeated himself. While he was talking, Miko realized that it was the same idiot from 45 minutes earlier who’d told her that he couldn’t look up a class size and then - after she informed him that she worked there - told her they were too busy…which they weren’t. Miko realized that he was almost done, so she figured she better rejoin the conversation.
“First of all, I’m not on a break, I’m not even on the clock, yet-” she started to say, but then the idiot interrupted her again.
“Well, that’s what he said.” He then shrugged it off like it was nothing.
“Don’t you get it you pea brained buffoon!!!” she thought, but then said, “That’s fine, but I don’t start work for another - ”she checked her watch “ - 59 minuets.”
He then shrugged, again, and went down the stairs to return to whatever menial task he’d been assigned to do. ‘What a jackass! I swear, he doesn’t know how to even do his own job, so where does he get that he can tell me off. Asshole!’ Miko thinks as she stalks off towards the ‘Employees Only’ door. “I’ll just go sit on these stairs,” she mutters under her breath.
After fighting the urge to hit the stupid blonde freshman, she plops down in the corner of the stairwell to wait out the remaining 55 minutes until her shift started.
As she closes her eyes, she leans her head back and thinks, ‘I’m so tired! I really wish I could just go home now. Let’s see…what homework do I have to do tonight…’ She starts to count off in her head what classes she had assignments to do tonight. ‘Hmmm, Japanese is mostly done, History is mostly done, Religious Studies (r/st) I need to start, English I’m not too sure. So hopefully it’ll only take a few hours because I really need some sleep tonight. I blame stupid Kevin. He’s such an ass. Just because he-‘
“Miko-chan!” an all to familiar, extra cheery voice exclaims. Even though it was a welcome “distraction” the yelling echoed throughout the stairwell - making Miko’s ear’s ring slightly.
“Hey Matt-chan, how’s it?” Miko says, sounding rather drained and cringing slightly because of the ringing.
“Oh nothing, I’m on a break. How about you?” he inquires.
“How long until your break’s over?” she replied rather sarcastically, her head still leaning back against the wall and her eyes still closed.
“Umm…” he said, checking his phone. “10 minutes.”
“Oh, mmk. Mmmm, I’m DEAD tired! The worst part, my shift hasn’t even started yet. I have to read a chapter for r/st by Thursday, finish homework for two classes, and try and get into an English class.” She starts to list off.
“Well, that most certainly sucks!” he says, plopping down next to her.
“I know right.” She says smiling a little bit. “On the plus side it’s only Tuesday, so the week has to get better right?”
“No, it really doesn’t.” Matt replied, sarcastically. Miko then slapped him on the arm.
“You and your damn negativity,” she played along. “I bet you’re the reason that I’m feeling more overwhelmed than usual.”
“No way, you just met me yesterday.” He said, a huge smile on his face.


Ewa Beach
As the words of my beloved IZ begin to flood my ears, I start to smile. I smile because not only do I hear IZ’s amazing voice as he sings Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World, but I fell the soft gentle ocean breeze blowing across my face, the sun warming me and the gentle sound of of water. ‘I must’ve fallen asleep on my grandparent’s lanai again.’ I think to myself as I open my eyes-expecting to see the all to familiar Ewa Beach- but sadly I’m very disappointed. Instead of beautiful Ewa Beach Hawai’I, I see the front of the towering McIntosh Humanities Building. The gentle ocean breeze I thought I’d felt was just wind blowing through the buildings, and the “gentle sounds of water” was actually just the fountain in front of the MH Building. A tear fell from my eye.
Ever since my grandpa’s funeral in July, I haven’t been the same. IZ’s songs use to bring me comfort and smiles as I sang them, now they only bring me sadness and tears-if I try to sing them, I completely break down. It seems that whenever I hear IZ’s music I imagine I’m back in beautiful Ewa Beach, Hawai’i. I really do wish I was there now, that way my grandma wouldn’t be all alone.
So I sit staring at the water as it rushes up, I remember I’m actually at school-waiting out my three and a half hour break. Half panicking I check my watch-1:55 P.M.-“Crap!” I softly mutter under my breath as I change the song on my iPOD to Shakira. “At least I’ll be able to get something done” I mumble under my breath.
I then realize that I’ve been sitting her for an hour and I haven’t done anything productive. So I take out my Notebook and start copying into my Class-Notes book. After about half an hour had passed, tears start to fall from my eyes. As I put my pen down, I realized I was unconsciously thinking about Jason. Jason had been the love of my life-only he didn’t know it. It’d been three months since I’d last seen him in person – at our High School graduation. After about two months, he went off to Washington for school. She new he was going to go, she just didn’t expect him to just leave her; when he had left, he didn’t tell her good bye or anything. It was almost as if he’d cut off all communication – with her.
‘I really need to get these notes copied’ she thought to herself. ‘I gotta stop thinking of Jason. Eve said he was fine. I just wish I could get him out of my head.’ She then looked up from her notebook and saw a young man walking towards her, for some reason he looked vaguely familiar and she wasn’t sure why. As he came closer, she realized why he was so familiar; it was Jason, from her English 100 class. The odd thing was, she got the same lump in her throat when he was around as she did when her Jason was around. At the present time, her rational was that it was because they had the same first name, they acted similar, and they actually knew each other. As he got closer, she smiled and did a little wave, saying, “Hey stranger long time, no see.
“I know a whole two hours. That’s like forever!” he replied, not missing a beat. When he was in front of her, he dropped his stuff and sat down next to her. “So, what cha doing out here, its freezing.” As if to add emphasis, he put his arms around himself and started to shiver.
“Oh you big wuss!” she exclaimed, backhanding his arm. “It’s not that cold, it’s actually a lovely break from the sweltering heat that we’ve been having.” She then looked at him smiling, thankful that she didn’t have anything else to say – mainly because she’d gotten lost in his green eyes. So much so that she was very vaguely aware that he was still talking.
“Hello? Christy? Anyone there?” he said, waving his hand in front of her face, as if he was trying to get her attention.
She then snapped back into reality saying, “Huh?”
“Cute,” he said, with a smile on his face. She loved his smile. “Didn’t I tell you not to stay up all night on those porno sites?”
She let out an I’m-so-offended-that-you-would-even-imply-that-but-I-know-you’re-just-kidding gasp, saying, “Well, sir I object to the implication that you are implying! Why I never!” she said in her best snooty voice. She then smiled and said, “I was up doing homework,” and then added, after seeing him smile that wicked smile of his, “and yes it really was homework. I just went later than I’d planned.”

iPOD
You know that iPOD commercial – of course you do, everybody’s seen it. It’s the one with some random, solid colored background and then a silhouette of a person shows up with whatever iPOD they’re advertising colored in white, and then the person just dances. Well, actually, it’s not really dancing; it’s actually that person just being relaxed and being so free that they just let their body move with the music – with the beat. It’s an awesome commercial.
Anyway, back to the point of the story. This was what Jordan Anderson was doing. She finally had the apartment al to herself for four precious hours. So like any other normal person, she was “dancing” around her apartment. She looked as if she’d just stepped out of the commercial. She was still wearing her Pikachu® pajamas - she had nothing whatsoever to do today. She had her iPOD nano on FULL blast, playing some random Japanese Pop song with a really catchy melody and beat. She was just moving to the music and singing, having a grand old time. She was having so much fun, she didn’t hear the front door being unlocked; much less see her roommate Daniel walk in…with Jack.
After the two had watched Jordon for a minute or so, Daniel decided to clue her into the fact that she now had an audience. Now Daniel could’ve just tapped her on the shoulder, but he never did anything simplistically. So he did what any good friend would do: he came up behind her, encircling her waist with his arms, picked her up and swung her around in a circle a few times. After the initial shock – which came after the initial scream – had worn off, she started to smile and laugh; but this soon ceased. As soon as he put her down, she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Umm, hey Jack!” she said, sounding just a tad flustered. “Hey Danny-boy can I uh see you in the other room for a second?” The red head was obviously upset.
“Uh, sure, just a sec. Lemme get this set up for Jack” he replied, sensing she was upset, and probably at him. “I’ll meet you in my room in like five minutes, mmk?”
“Whatever!” she semi-screamed as she walked down the hallway towards her own room.
“Shit dude, she’s pissed at you!” Jack said, plopping down on the couch, a huge grin on his face. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I have no fucking idea! Which makes this even more horrible; I usually know what I did.” He commented, sounding worried. When Dan’s worried, he has this tendency to run both his hands trough his dirty blonde hair.
“Well you better go find out what the hell you did, otherwise you’ll have one pissed wahine…and that’s never good. Especially when she’s your roommate dude.” Jack said, picking up the remote and turning on the T.V. Then he just started to mindlessly flip through the channels as Daniel trudged down the hall way to find out what he had done that had pissed Jo off so much.
When he opened the door to his room, he’d expected to be hit by something; but instead he’d just found an empty room. So he decided to be safe and went into his room to see if she was in there – she wasn’t. So he closed the door and stood behind it, not realizing he’d stood behind it, to wonder Why she was mad at him?, What had he done?, and Why didn’t he remember it? About halfway through pondering, the door swung open and hit him in the head, knocking him on the floor. As he hit the floor, he faintly heard Jordan gasp in her Oh-mah-gash-what-happened sort of way as she walked into the room and shut the door.
“Dan? DAN?! DANIEL!!!” she repeated, gently shaking him. “Oh my gosh Dan, open your eyes!”
Now down was just a little dizzy, so upon hearing her say this – obviously on the verge of tears – he opened his eyes, saying, “Well good morning to you to.” He then smiled at her. She’d obviously changed – she was now wearing a long sleeved shirt that said UCI on it, a short jean skirt, and rainbow toe socks. She’d also put her hair back in a half ponytail and done her make up. That really was one thing that Dan loved about her, she could be ready to go anywhere in like 10 minutes. What Dan was expecting was for you to ask him if he was alright, instead she punched him in the arm, promptly yelling at him, “Asshole!”

The Photographer
As she lay on the luscious green grass in the front of her house, letting the gentle breeze caress her face – faintly blowing her long, luscious curls. She couldn’t help letting her thoughts wonder with the breeze. After a few minutes, she let her thoughts land on the really hot guy across the street. He just happened to be mowing his lawn with his shirt off – and all she could do was smile and sigh. ‘I really should be doing my homework,’ she thought as she picked up her camera and snapped a shot of her neighbor. ‘But how can I work when it’s so beautiful outside?’ She then stood up and waved back at the hot guy across the street, who’d just decided to take a short water break. His name is Chris, but she likes to call him hot guy across the street. Even though she’d wanted to stay outside, she picked up her camera, stood up, and went inside.
“Where’d you go?” her dad asked her as she walked in the door, looking up from his text book.
“I just went outside to sit,” she replied. “I was hoping to get inspired, but unfortunately I didn’t.”
“Well, I have an idea for how you can get inspired,” her dad said, putting his highlighter on the page he’d been reading and then closed the book.
“Oh yeah? How?” she retorted, not really believing him.
“Go clean your room,” he said between laughs.
“I’ll do it –” she started to say.
“- next week, I know” he said, returning to his homework.
She then went to her room, which was a lot cleaner this weekend than it’d been two weeks ago. She than made her way over to her desk to attempt to write something. “I have no idea where to go with this!” she exclaimed to the picture of her best friend Marlowe. “Why are you not answering your phone?! I need your help, I’m so stuck!”
Just then her phone started ringing. She knew it wasn’t Marlowe – it wasn’t her ringer – so she checked the caller ID, it was Jonathan. So she hit the TALK button saying, “One dollar Chinese food; we make our egg rolls fresh every morning!”
“Hey Jules,” a soft, masculine voice said, with the faint hint of a New York accent.
“Hey Jo, what’s up?” she said, with a smile of her face, and a flutter in her chest.
“Oh nothing, I just felt like calling you up and checking in on you. Are you back in school yet?”
“Yeah, I’ve been back in school for…” she said, checking her calendar. “…about a month now. I’m actually at home this weekend; I needed a quiet place to work on my stories. As it turns out, quiet is so NOT what I needed. When did you go back?”
“I go back next week. I just moved into my new apartment today; my other roommate moves in tomorrow.” He said, sounding very disinterested.
“How come you’re not dorming again this year?” she asked, hoping to coax something out of him.
“I didn’t like my roommate last year, and I figured that they’d probably do the same thing again this year. So I found a place that’s a whole lot cheaper and I got to choose my own roommates.”
“Alright, enough with the damn pleasantries, what they hell’s wrong? And don’t say ‘nothing,’ I can hear it in your voice. Tell me, now” she said, finally getting fed up with beating around the bush.
“Huh?” he said, as if taken back by what she’d just said. “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong, why would you say that?” He sounded a little hurt.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like it when you call me; but, there’s got to be some reason you haven’t me in over a month, and ignoring my letters. So either’s something’s wrong or you’re in trouble. Personally, I’m going with the first one.” She said, sounding just a tad upset that he’d been ignoring her.
“That’s not it at all!” he protested. “You know I’d never ignore my best friend, it just, I mean, I…I’ve been busy trying to get ready for school and getting my new place set up.” He sounded a little defeated.
“Jon, I need you to talk to me. Even if you don’t think it matters, I NEED you to talk to me.” She said, on the verge of tears.
“Oh JoJo, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let it go this long, I just lost track of time. I-“
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PLEASE tell me what you think of these stories!!!  ANY and ALL criticizms are welcome!!!

<3 miko

I just went on iTUNES today, and downloaded/subcribed to a whole bunch of podcasts...and I'm so excited!

One of the ones I really like are the Old Time Radio ones, there from the 50s and 60s...you know before TV? I know that seems shocking, but yes, TV is fairly new. ^_~

I also got a few Dane Cooks and a few others...either way it makes me happy!

===<3===
Bah, today I'm home sick and doing homework - two things I hate with a passion!

At least I finished a few things. I think I'll post my one pagers after this. Oh and Riss, I only used your character's names as place fillers - I'm too tired to think up new names at the moment. SO no, I'm not taking them without permission. Oo(*^___^*)oO

I guess that's it for now!

Ja ne!
じゃね!!!


<3 m

Somebody PLEASE tell me this isn't for real:

www.sexisforfags.com
www.ironhymen.com

seriously! If it is, those people are seriously fucked up! I read the "pledges" and couldn't stop laughing.

<3 m

last night I had a dream.  It-like myself-was quite random.  All I can really remember was that I was running down a freeway with everybody else-there were no cars, but it was like we were all running on moving sidewalks; but some people were on bikes-and then I see a friend of mine who's been totally ignoring me for a few months now, and we talk for a few mins and then an "accident" happes up the road and my friend goes to help.  

I don't know why I had this dream.  maybe I was just so exhausted that I stopped thinking completely about school and this surfaced.

iono...

it made me sad...

How to Become a Writer Or, Have You Earned This Cliche?

By LORRIE MOORE

First, try to be something, anything, else. A movie star/astronaut. A movie star/ missionary. A movie star/kindergarten teacher. President of the World. Fail miserably. It is best if you fail at an early age - say, 14. Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at 15 you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire. It is a pond, a cherry blossom, a wind brushing against sparrow wing leaving for mountain. Count the syllables. Show it to your mom. She is tough and practical. She has a son in Vietnam and a husband who may be having an affair. She believes in wearing brown because it hides spots. She'll look briefly at your writing then back up at you with a face blank as a doughnut. She'll say: ''How about emptying the dishwasher?'' Look away. Shove the forks in the fork drawer. Accidentally break one of the freebie gas station glasses. This is the required pain and suffering. This is only for starters.

I had to read that story for my english class, and I found it so amusing that I though I should post it so I can read it later-or so someone else could enjoy it.

anyway, I'm now at home attempting to do homework-maybe later I'll actually do a worthy update...

bah!

I kinda wish I didn't have to do anything today.

I mean, sure I want to get my english project started, but I'm in one of those "life is so depressing" moods

BAH!

That and somehow, but making pancakes and NOT bringing them into my dad-who was asleep-I screwed up; he only likes freshly made pancakes.

why do I bother?  why do I always set myself up for this?

<3 miko

the question, no body knows...

Well, today was my final day at the bookstore-after about 5 weeks as a temp...I'm now just unemployed [sp?].  But whatever, like everything else, it's taken with a grain of salt. (I plan to start looking for another job next week).

This weekend is going to be full of "fun"-and no my definition of fun does not match yours.  
Fri: work; buy crap, go to a funeral, research for tomorrow
Sat: work on english project-the teacher hasn't told us what to do yet but it's HUGE and due in 2.5 weeks; attempt to work on other massive amounts of homework that I have
Sun: church and massive amounts of homework

I was planning on writing more, or at least something interesting, but alas I have run out of time...so I must bid you farewell

<3 miko

Yes, I'm actually at work.  I really should be actually working, but there's nothing to do so I'm updating.

maybe I'll do a short blurb...

As the girl sat in the rather old swivel chair, trying to answer a question on the phone-obviously wanting to go home.  As she finished up her call, she proply told her fellow workers about the call-and how stupid it was.  After waiting a few minutes, she snuck off to go change into her jeans.  It was only a few minutes until the end of her shift, so she figures why not.

finish laters, have to work



<3 miko

50 First Liners

 

1.       Sitting on the stairs that lead to the second floor of the college bookstore, a young woman watched as the hordes of students passed by her-either going to the second floor, looking for books, standing in a line, or just walking around enjoying the air conditioning.

2.       As she walked out the door-closing it behind her-she realized she’d left her keys on the kitchen table…and the door was locked.

3.       She couldn’t believe the day was finally here.

4.       How did I let it get this bad?

5.       Staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she started to cry.

6.       He sat at the bus stop, engulfed in his history book.

7.       “I just saw a girl, who couldn’t have been more than 12, wearing a way-to-low-cut-shirt.  Seriously, what’s she trying to show?!”

8.       I’m addicted to watching the iTunes visualizer. She typed, then hit enter awaiting his confession.

9.       “I’m addicted to buying colored pens” she said, defeated.

10.   “Today you are my hero!” she exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

11.   The last think he’d ever said to her was Choose The Right, the only problem was that she didn’t know exactly what that ment.

12.   12, 462 green Skittles® filled a tall, cylindrical Ziploc® container-with one red one on top; for some reason, Skittles® helped her think, they helped get the creative juices a-flowin.

13.   Dévisser le couvercle avant d’utiliser aux micro-ondes.

14.   A she put the new twisty curlers in her hair, she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t called her; sure they’d “broken up” more than a year ago…when he decided to officially get together with his long time girlfriend (of 2 ½ years!!!)-and yet, she still loved him.

15.   “どおも　ありがとお　ございます*!!!” she said, bowing semi-deeply, in her best Japanese school girl voice (*=Thank you very much (formal) )

16.   As the crickets chirruped outside her window, she couldn’t help wondering about Jason-the man who’d stolen her heart and didn’t even know it.

17.   “Suzie-Q, would it be alright if I loved you?” Jayne cautiously asked her best friend.

18.   Serenity had never kissed a girl before.

19.   As the words of my beloved IZ begin to flood into my ears, I hear the soft sound of the water and smile; I open my eyes, expecting to see beautiful Ewa Beach-instead I see the towering MacIntosh Building.

20.   As she walked outside, into the bright, warm rays of sunshine, she shook her beautiful curls-normally her hair was straight as a bone-closing her eyes and twirling until she fell on the grass…incredibly dizzy.

21.   As the breeze started to blow, the little plastic flag in the front lawn started waving; a little girl was sitting on the grass staring at it, and then one, lonely tear fell from her right eye-but it was quickly wiped away, before anyone was the wiser.

22.   The sky was unnaturally blue that day.

23.   “I have a corkscrew sticking out of my head” the woman remarked, pulling at a natural banana curl on the top of her head.

24.   The college freshman was sitting on her bed in her dorm room, putting in curlers.

25.   As she walked into church, the usual feeling of love and happiness was gone-it’d been replaced by sadness.

26.   “Claire Worth passed away last night…” was all she heard her mother say; after those horrible six words, she went completely numb.

27.   As the thick, hot, wet breeze passed by, Jonathan was laying on the hardwood floor of his parents house, wishing-along with the other 20 people at the BBQ-that the power would come back on.

28.   Marlowe turned down the dimly lit cul-de-sac –broken, battered, bruised, bloody-it was late…only a few hour until sunrise; about to collapse, she looked and saw that she’d made it to Joline’s house-she only had one throught on her mind-‘I hope to hell Jo’s home, I don’t feel like breaking in tonight.”

29.   Jackie sat alone in her room, contemplating her life…because two weeks ago, it’d come to an end…

30.   Jordan danced around the house, her iPOD turned up FULL blast playing a random Japanese Pop song; she was so into it, that she didn’t see her roommate Daniel walk in the front door…with Jack.

31.   ‘I like girls, I like girls, I like girls, I like…’ Signo repeated over and over in his head, trying desperately to convinced himself.

32.   She walked into a room full of “suits” wearing a pink Jackie-O inspired  suit and a head full of banana curls-any normal person would’ve felt out of place…but note June.

33.   “A fruit eating a fruit…*gasp* YOU CANABOL!” her cousin Steven said, with a smile and an accusatory finger-causing everyone to burst out laughing…and everyone else to stare at this table full of teenagers.

34.   Mikomiko-hope child-that’s what she was, when everyone else had given up hope, she’d be the one to bring it back.

35.   しつれえ　します　せんせい*!” Samantha said as she and Tomu-san walked out of Japanese class, laughing. (*= Good bye, Teacher)

36.   As she walked down the hallway, her head bowed, with her long hair falling a little in front of her-her bangs forever getting in her eyes-wearing jeans, sandals and a long sleeved Long Beach State shirt, she pulled her iPOD out of her messenger bag and sat down outside her class room.

37.   As her cell phone vibrated on the tabled in front of her, she picked it up to answer-once she saw the all to familiar number she was torn between answering it or letting it go to voicemail.

38.   As she lay on the luscious green grass, letting the gentle breeze caress her face-gently blowing her curls- she couldn’t help letting her thoughts wonder-finally landing on the really hot guy across the street; who just happened to be mowing his lawn with his shirt off-and she could do was smile and sigh.

39.   As she sat on the front porch staring off into space, her neighbor across the street walked out of his house, lit up a fag and proceeded down his driveway to get his newspaper-which he then threw in the trash can on the side of his house; as he came back around the front he put out the fag and went inside.  ‘Odd’ she thought before returning to her daydreaming.

40.   “I’m 20 years old and I haven’t even been kissed properly, much less-” she’d started yelling, but was interrupted when her best friend decided he’d give her a “proper kiss.”

41.   After sitting outside for two hours she was still uninspired, so she decided to go online and continue writing a story with her best friend-hoping something would come to her.

42.   This is not a fairy tale, it doesn’t end happily ever after-you have been warned.

43.   For all the days that end in “why.”

44.   “Okay, see, this only works if you talk back” she said, slightly annoyed; he relied, “But I like hearing you talk.” This angered her more.

45.   “Let’s finish up, because I need to do my hair” the woman whispered to the girl across the table.

46.   Her fingernails were painted black.

47.   “Hi! How can I help you today?” she asked cheerfully and with a smile, waving over the next customer.

48.   Her dog quickly got up from in front of the kitchen sink and ran to the doorway-her long nails tap-tapping as she went-once she got there, she realized no one had moved, so she just stopped.  “Now don’t you feel stupid?” Roxie asked the pooch.

49.   “You know she’s camped out in the bathroom doing her hair, right?”

50.   As his sneakers squished down the laminated hallway, he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of impending doom.

~~~***~~~
This was my homework assignment for English for over the weekend-write 50 first lines for stories.  At first it was easy, then as I got to the middle it became slightly more difficult, then as I neared the end it became increasingly hard to think of new ideas, but when I got to the end I found that I had more then 50.  Unfortunatly, we are only allowed to write 50.  V__V
Any who, the underlined ones are stories that I've either started or plan to start soon-but will definitly use for next weekend's assignment-write 15 first paragraphs.

I know it looks like I'm complaining, but I'm not...I really do enjoy this.  I mean, I'm getting a grade to write stories!!! (Coyote-I know your jealous...but I'm sure you have an english class like this at your school...if not, petition the english dept. to make one!  *^___^* )

So I guess that's it for now...I'm off to start my Hist 101 reading-After the Fact: The Art of Historical Detection, Servnig Time in Virginia!  X|

laters!
miko

Mmhmm, aaaaaannnndd Bullshit.
Folks, as someone who cares deeply about her friends let me make this simple request...

When I ask if you're okay (because obviously you're not) DON'T SAY I'M FINE!

Why? Because it's obviously bullshit.

So many times this past week two of my closest buddies at Irvine have obviously not been okay and every time I ask, because I'm concerned and want to know, they say, "I'm fine." Once, I even replied with, "Ah, see how I DON'T believe you." And was ignored.

I only ask because I care or I'm worried or I notice something is most definitely off. If you don't want to talk about it, say so, I'll back off. If it's something I did, tell me and I'll right it if I can. But for the love of Christ and all the is Holy...DON'T lie to me.


Yeesh.



now see this is one of my closest friends, and I confess I do this to her, but I do if for a good reason: I DON'T want to hurt her. I, unlike some people, don't like company when I miserable...so when I AM horribly miserable, I try to keep it to myself.



...but from time to time, I share it with my Irvine Coyote... <3




laters...

so yes, it is the dreaded first entry...the one that SUCKS the most...but alas it must be done, so here goes...


for those of you who aren't me and are actually reading this...thank you. i decided to create this journal for when i just need to write how i feel about something without worrying that i'll offend somebody. for you see, the beauty of this journal is few-if any-of my friends from my other journal know about this one (if you're bored and have nothing better to do, my other lj is: hawaiian_gurl)

so there it is.

if you wanna comment about anything i write, feel free and don't worry about offending ANYONE!!! I've decided to make this journal so that if you have something to tell me, do it.

until later dayz,
brokeniheartyou