killer_pyrokat

I think this one is a little old- I made the name up when I was about ten, forgot about it, and then came back to it when I realized the sheer amount of fanfiction Livejournal has to offer.

So from now on I'm gonna be on: talksick42 

Not suprised I got a cat. XD

My iguana is six months old, the same age as my baby brother, and it's back is broken. There's just this nasty little square knob sticking out right above his legs. He can sort of move his legs, but I get the feeling it's very painful for him. He can't shit. He doesn't eat alot. The vet says he's going to die.

I'm kind of upset.

It's nice out here! South Street is ten times better than fucking St. Marks, there's not as many assholes waiting to push you off the sidewalk, half the cars... just... nice.

And it's alot cheaper, too! Maybe I should think of moving out here after college/if college doesn't work out for me.

I'm in  a rut, and I hate it.

I haven't been doing shit, lately. No homework, no drawings, no writing- nothing. I barely have the attention span for a full-length movie. I keep trying to do something productive and I end up assing out... of something voluntary that I actually want to do! That's bad!

I hate it when I can't write or draw or anything... I get really antsy. I start looking at other people's stuff for ideas, then feel like shit because I haven't even started doing anything halfway decent. I feel like I'm useless. I better get out of this, soon, or I'll reach the point where I can't be left alone and/or near sharp objects...

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

 I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW! I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNNNNNAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!111!@!1!



*SULK OF DOOM*

Okay, I'm ready to go home now. It's been fun and all, but I miss my friends, and I need a haircut and school supplies.

I'm also really sick of listening to my grandmother whine about how her parents died 'last Tuesday' and how 'Only god knows... wherever they are... in heaven...'

Holy shit! Never has God played such a big role in my life until she decided that Signore Uutzo and Gia Christ needed to be mentioned every five seconds. She keeps asking when mom and I are coming over, and when we tell her that we're already here, she denies it until she gets suspicious and starts screaming; "There's some serious monkey buisness going on here! I don't like it not one bit! Not in my own home!"

Or sometimes she says over and over again: "I'm American. I was born in America. I'm a New York Girl. I'm not Italian," And then if she thinks she's being ignored- which, usually, she is- she starts singing the national anthem at the top of her lungs. Sometimes in resturaunts.

I know, I can't blame her, she has dementia... but that doesn't mean it isn't annoying. Anyway, she was a bitch even when she was lucid. Being crazy just makes it worse.

( http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070819/ap_on_re_us/deutsche_bank_fire )

( http://www.ny1.com/ny1/content/index.jsp?stid=1&aid=72443 )

( http://www.thewest.com.au/aapstory.aspx?StoryName=407097)

Bored. Boredboredboredbored.

Not much to do over here. I'd talk to people if opening my mouth didn't mean being painfully reminded of how bad my Italian is every time I do so. I'd swim more if I hadn't forgotten my goggles and wasn't terrified of the killer jellyfish out here. And I would walk around by myself if I was positive the lady who yelled at me in Sicilian for climbing the 14th-century antique shop on the side of the hill a few years ago had forgotten about me. 

Mostly what I've been doing is reading Sherlock Holmes porn. A LOT. Sherlock/Watson, mostly, although I deemed a Lestrade/Hopkins worthy of a glance. I'm hooked and can't stop myself! Eek! Eek! Help me, help me!

Also bought Bleach 16 in Italian, which was the only one they had;


^ Woulda taken a picture of one or two of the pages, but the camera burnt out.

You Are Midnight

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits. Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle. Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it. You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

This is a pretty accurate description of me- and I'm really happy it meant I got to be my favourite time of night, too.



Nunna's still cleaning that plate... except now she's scratching at it at the sink! Progress!

Waiting for my mom to wake up and give me money and directions, because I just noticed my goggles didn't make it over here. She might sleep to three again, though.

Right now I'm sitting in my bathing suit listening to my grandmother say over and over again : "We do this every sunday. Daddy and I. We go to church. Every sunday, we go to mass, then we come back here and he calls his brothers. I'm so sorry we didn't get here earlier, but we went to the pasterria. He's calling them right now. Daddy's resting right now, in bed. He does that every sunday, after church, when we go to mass,"

She thinks I'm my mom. Sometimes she thinks we're sisters. Sometimes she pretends she's working by scratching this silver plate she keeps next to the couch really, really loudly.

She's checking to see what the bag I left on the table is for the nth time. Every now and then she gets  up to make sure the wet bathing suits in there haven't magically turned into something useful like, say, her mind.

Holy shit, what a bitch I am! My mom's got twice the patience I have. Mom wants to help her, but I just want her to leave me alone. Shows how thoughtful I am. My grandmother is going senile- and it runs in the women of the family, so I'll be getting it- and all I want is for her to shut up about how proud she is that she graduated high school and how sorry she is that she went to Mass this morning.

Well, maybe it's not all my fault. I didn't sleep again last night. Jet lag. And I am a teenager. (Ultimate excuse!) Still, I need to be more thoughtful.

Oh, yeah, I need sunscreen, too.

Spent thirty hours yesterday awake, and travelling here. I'm okay now, but yesterday I was pretty...

...yeah...

Tomorrow my dad is picking me up and taking me to Staten Island to see my grandparents for a week, and then when I get back I'm immediately hopping on a plane and going to Italy for two weeks.

Oy gevalt.

Tried doing this before, but for some reason the LJ cut didn't work and I didn't feel like flooding anybody's Friends Page... but also not like hunting down all the lyrics for all these songs all over again.

Neways...

List seven songs you are into right now, no matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
I've been tagged!! by: </a></b>farelle ~~~


I love Brody Dalle. She's the lead singer of the Distillers, she's gorgeous and sings like she's been smoking cigars since she was five. Okay, so that's not a plus. Anyways, Distiller lyrics are all half-socially aware and half Night of the Living Dead/Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Saw(s) 1, 2, and 3. They make me feel manic when I'm depressed. Have I mentioned I love Brody?
Gimme a break. I just bought their CD last Wednesday and this is the only song of theirs on the CD I know.
I don't usually listen to Oi! music, and honestly, if you can afford their CD's then you're not the demographic they're singing about, but it's another song that won't let me feel sorry for myself when nobody will return my calls.

This song is in a ton of British movies (ex. Shaun of the Dead and Snatch), and it's that touch of creepy that makes me like it a lot.

Got the song because I didn't understand where the fuck Charles Manson was coming from.
Still don't, but it's a kickass song.

'nother Charles Manson reference. (Marilyn Manson based it on Charlie's 'Mechanical Man')

This is my song!
Saw them live in concert at Coney Island EEEEEEEE!!! They played this song first and I made with the fangirl squeal! Shattered eardrums for miles! I am squealing now~!

Okay, that it's. Sadly, I don't have seven usernames to put down, but I'll tag the people I do know...

sodzilla, artemis_eld, aatash, silvergrin

I think that's it. Whatever. It's not like anybody reads my live journal...

Okay, I don't know where I've been the past couple of days, but I'll tell you right now;

Ima big sister!!! 

We just brought Leo back from the hospital today. They sorta had to name him on the spot. Right now he's upstairs screaming his lungs out. He has black hair and huuuuggeee- like, even for a baby- huge gray eyes.

Question meme!
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. Copy and paste this in your journal on the same entry.
5. I will give you an LJ username

fromfarelle


1. ...What do you like to do on your free time?

2. What's your worst subject at school?

3. How've you been doing lately?

4. Are you gonna write a new fan fic soon?

5. Uhm, you don't have to answer me precsely but, at least what part of USA do you live in? ..you live there, don't you? xD (I can't remember if I've asked you allready so please tell. )


1) Read. Write, draw (But I'm really bad at finishing anything). Listen to music. Hang with friends.

2) MATH. Numbers are teh satan.

3) I been doin' good. No school. All happy. Y'know how it is. And you?

4) I'm trying. But I'm so lazy... I'll post something soon. Really soon. Promise!

5) Yeah, I do. New York New York, bitches an' hoes!

I did NOTHING today. It was awesome. I sat around in my PJ's and played video games.

I've been out of school for two days and I'm already de-evolving. If this keeps up, I'll have to be carried around in a petri dish by the end of a week! 8D