The Subconcious Sarcastic

Changing Usernames

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:37:07 GMT

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

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 16:24:23 GMT

Not suprised I got a cat. XD

Dying baby iguanas

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:19:56 GMT

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.

Philadelphia

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:57:45 GMT

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.

EMO RANT

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 02:08:25 GMT

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...

Thank you, God

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 02:24:25 GMT

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:27:37 GMT

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:26:47 GMT

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*

Sick and tired

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 13:11:31 GMT

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.

DOWN-TO-KILL RANT

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 13:29:59 GMT

( 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)

Above are three disasters that left hundreds homeless within a two-month period, in one of the richest cities in the world.

Disaster number two ripped through the neighborhood 60 blocks away from my house, as well as bringing in huge floods that left hundreds stranded in Manhattan. Entire subway lines are shut down on a usual basis for small things like rain, snow, or temperature. Obviously, an actual disaster would make the entire city screech to a halt.

No one official has been able to explain Disaster number one. They say a steam pipe, weathered from age, popped through the street and sent a geyser of steam almost as tall as the Empire State Building shooting up from the sidewalk. Why there was a pipe in the sidewalk designed to transport steam is beyond me.

However, it's disaster number three that really pissed me off. The Deustche Bank building has been in the process of renovation since the 2001 terrorist attacks. There was so much asbestos in the old building that construction teams had covered the whole thing in tarp and worked on it in excruciating slowness.

Now, it's not unusual for construction jobs in New York to take three to five years to complete, even if the only thing being done is replacing a lead pipe with a plastic one. Half a block from my apartment, the sidewalk has been ripped up for almost two years to fix the wiring in the subway that is now completely visible from the street.

When the Deustche building mysteriously exploded into flames, two firefighters died trapped inside. Mayor Bloomberg has said that the smoke inside the building caused both of them to go into cardiac arrest. He then told the citizens that lived in the area that the air was perfectly safe to breathe, and to go about their normal buisness.

I have been taught by the past not to trust officials when they tell us all is well. They said that after 9\11, too. Now the rescue workers and survivors are dying of lung problems. When my mother called in a gas leak in the building, the firefighters refused to turn on their detection equipment. FInally, one rookie switched his on to try and calm her down. Immdiately, sirens began wailing. He shut it off insantly, explaining that that was just the way it started up. It turned out our landlord had installed an oven in our apartment that had bee recalled years ago by it's manufactures, because the pilot light would constantly turn off and on at random intervals.

Our living situations are far from being the worst. We are, in fact, solidly middle-class. The Village Voice ran an article two years ago that could confirm that for us. ( http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0627,borrero,73736,15.html )

Is this normal? Does everyone have to deal with this? Or just the really big, famous cities? All over my five hundred cable channels, I see these happy families living a few miles from me, living clean lives. The rich people on those channels never worry about the ground exploding, or jet airliners crashing through their windows. None of the middle-class live in condemed buildings. And they have a lower-class that isn't homeless! One of us must have a faulty perception. Maybe it's me. After all, thousands of people see their world as reality, whereas I'm the only one screaming that the sky is falling.

Then again, there is that giant hole in the financial district that hasn't been touched in six years...

Italy- Day four (I think)

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:29:28 GMT

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.

Still waiting for mom...

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 09:43:18 GMT

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.

What Time Of Day Are You?

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!

Help. Me. (Particularly evil rant)

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 09:36:47 GMT

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.

En Italia

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:14:41 GMT

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

...yeah...

Last Day in New York

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:50:26 GMT

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.

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 23:40:42 GMT

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 ~~~

Another year has passed and i'm alright
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night
Well it's unknown why collusion goes on
It rapes like betrayal
And I'm rotting in the squalor of some

Do you remember the rage
I remember the hate
I remember it rained for years
And the blood had left a stain

You say i got karma to collect
I dig my grave and
I'm here waiting for some kind of check
If i get one ill hold my breath
I racked my spine
It takes a year of you to warrant a test
As the years go by I won't cry
It's the year you walked into my life
I will despise

We are the revenants
And we will rise up from the dead
We become the living
Weve come back to reclaim our stolen breath

Murder murder a ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
Murder murder a ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all

I went to school today with an oozi
Theres this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face
All the worlds light wont ease my pain
It wont cease im diseased will you hang me please
I'm a nihilist raised on violence
What do i do im american youth
All my life ive lived in silence
Im gonna snap ill get you back

Im a girl
I'm only 13
My body rots
Cause i wont fucking eat
Im a silent star on a b-roll
Im a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me the award i conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain
If i cut, i wont look like that
If i cut if i cut i wont feel like this shit

We are kids we think life is a scam
We come from wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didnt we got no soul
We are different fucking kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
Im part of this

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?

CASUALTIES
TIME TO TAKE A STAND
UNITED WE ARE STRONG
WE WILL CARRY ON

Let's go..

Come on all you people
Of inner city streets
The ones contaminated
Whoever you may be

Punk was born and grew
On concrete city streets
And so was yours truly
Can't wash the dirt off me

NO ONE, CAN SEE
WHY I'M SO POLLUTED
INDOLENT AND SO UNCLEAN

NO ONE, CAN SEE
THIS FOUL MOUTHED OFFENDER
FILTHY AND GRIMY

This renegade
From the bottomless pit
Was trained by the street
In the art of hate

Roaring sirens screaming
Cluttered sidewalk streets
Can't escape the concrete jungle
That lives inside of me

NO ONE, CAN SEE
WHY I'M SO POLLUTED
INDOLENT AND SO UNCLEAN

NO ONE, CAN SEE
THIS FOUL MOUTHED OFFENDER
FILTHY AND GRIMY

UNITED WE ARE STRONG - TIME TO TAKE A STAND
WE WILL CARRY ON - WE ARE NEVER GIVING UP

Then without knowing
Where I come from
What my roots are
And what my future holds

I'll tell you why
You can't comprehend
First you need to learn
To later understand

NO ONE, CAN SEE
WHY I'M SO POLLUTED
INDOLENT AND SO UNCLEAN

NO ONE, CAN SEE
THIS FOUL MOUTHED OFFENDER
FILTHY AND GRIMY

Like a sewer rat
Watch out I bite
I'm dangerous and wild
Get out of my sight

CASUALTIES.. COME ON CASUALTIES

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 town (town) is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor

(A-la-la ...)

Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played in any boomtown

This town (town) is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place (town) is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
The people getting angry

(A-la-la ...)

This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town
This town is coming like a ghost town

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.

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah yeah yeah hey

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
Well you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Now helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter yeah
Ooh!

Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out helter skelter helter skelter Helter skelter ooh

Look out, 'cos here she comes

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
And I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
And I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah yeah yeah

Well do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter

Look out helter skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is coming down fast

[My head is spinning, ooh...
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, alright!

I got blisters on my fingers!]

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.

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all
(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)
I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey
'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout'
(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever)
We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance

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

(Hey! Psst PSST! Here she comes now.)
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair
Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes
She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues

She looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr
Her nose job is real atomic
All she needs is an old knife scar

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
Red eye shadow! Green mascara!
Yuck! She's too much

She looks like she don't know better
A case of partial extreme
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a soap opera queen

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds

She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it
But her expression is too serene
Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet
Always looking to create a scene

Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull. Rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
Yeah, you know her, with the fish-eating grin
She's so dull

Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me!
Huh, she's so dull
Yeah, there she goes now
She making out with King Kong
She take her boat to Hong Kong
Well, bye bye sugar
And not a minute too soon

This is my song!

When I say I'm in love, you best believe I'm in love. L-U-V!

I always seen you, just before the dawn
When all the other kids, where just draggin along
I couldn't believe the way it seemed to be
Rememberin the things, you used to say to me

(About...)
You know I can't be wastin time
Cus gotta have my fun
I got to keep on movin
Cant stop til it's all done
It ain't never done

Listen when I tell ya, you got no time for fix
Cus I just gotta make it, cant afford to miss
And there's one reason, I'm tellin you this
I feels bad....
And I'm lookin for a kiss

Well wontcha tell me, why those kids are movin' so slow
Is it just because they dont have no place to go
When the day starts breakin, the sun is gonna shine
It's hard to sleep, when I been cryin

(And...)
All you old ladies that are on
Your way to church
(Ya goin to church)
Will I just be a' roamin
Lookin turn to a search

Listen when I tell ya, you got no time for fix
Cus I just gotta make it, cant afford to miss
And there's one reason, I'm tellin you this
I feels bad....
And I'm lookin for a kiss

Well I been lookin for a real hot kiss...

You think it's bad, but you know that its true
So why don't let me live baby
When I'm lookin for a kiss

When everyone goes to your house, they shoot up in your room
Most of them are beautiful, but so obsessed with gloom

I aint gonna be here, when they all get home
They're always lookin at me, they wont leave me alone
I didnt come here, lookin for no fix
(Oh no no no...)
I been houndin the street all night late baby
Justa lookin for a kiss

I need fix and a kiss

I didnt come here, lookin for no fix
(Uh-uh, no)
I been haulin booty, all night long baby
Just lookin for a kiss

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...

AHMAHGAHD NEW SHEWZ!!!!!

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:23:02 GMT

Didn't intend for the pic to be quite so large... and now for some reason I can't put the text at the bottom of the picture...

Damn you, livejournal!

Anway, I love these fucking shoes. The only problem is that I feel like I'm on stilts, so running and climbing is officially a dilemma. But they fit me great, and they're (relatively) cheap.

And they're shiny and red! What more do you ask for!?

EEK!

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 03:06:55 GMT

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.

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 22:44:47 GMT

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

from farelle

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!

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:21:54 GMT

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

I've returned!!!

Sun, 13 May 2007 21:46:36 GMT

Kayli got arrested for shoplifting!!!! Ahahahahahahaha.

Here's what she said when they brought her to the dean: 'I didn't think anybody would mind...'

This from the bitch who constantly tells me what an utter retard I am in comparison to her greatness.

The next time she says anything to me, she's going right back into the shop that caught her.

Live from in school

Mon, 07 May 2007 16:15:43 GMT

New rule:

I can no longer go online in my mom's house because Bert will go through my history log and criticise everything on it. Yesterday, he made mom cry by reading something I wrote on a message board. Filled with people i don't know and who don't know me. But god forbid the NSA do a search online for certain buzzwords used in this message I refuse to disclose, find what I wrote and throw her in jail.

And yes, that's what she said to me.

So now I'm only going online every other week.

Tue, 01 May 2007 01:54:40 GMT

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly-polly fish heads. Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up- yum! They don't wear sweaters, they're not good dancers- eat them up, eat them up, yummm!

Comment and I'll--
1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a colour, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you.
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

Narcoleptic puppy

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 00:28:18 GMT

OMG

heeehheeee

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 02:38:24 GMT

Today I found a metal curtain rod and some crutches in Xavier School's garbage- woulda taken the crutches but they were too big so I just bent the curtain rod over a stove that was sitting in the middle of the street several blocks away. I accidentally hit Camilla- who was filming my Zatoichi-like moves on her phone- in the mouth, but she seemed to care much less than I did. o.0

Oh, and I set myself on fire the other day. It was an accident. My Dad took me to a resturant and I leaned over to get some bread and my sleeve got caught in the candle. Neither of us noticed until it started going up my arm. =_=