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my favorite V.A.S.T. song is called Here.

I recently discovered Dj Sammy, and I like'm. :)

One of my fave Wombats songs

never heard this remix before!

one of the four SIP versions I have on my ipod.

I like this version of this song.

yes. it is good.

Never really heard this one before but this site doesn't really have any other Spandaux Ballet other than True, and I like this song.

this song, and everything else from the Buffy first season album is imprinted on my skullllll

mmm

I think I forgot about LJ. Yeah.
But, Siriusly, the 11th Doctor= HOT and I'm very happy about that. I already made some icons, one of which I am using now.

and I'm pretty sure I got a job. A good one. I have a weekend long trial this Friday through Sunday. It's as a working student/instructor to very beginners. It's in Onalaska, Wisconsin.

I just got home from a wrock show, it was really cool. I have pretty good footage that I'll put together and put on YouTube soon. For now, here's a shot I capped off one of the vids I took.


I got everyone to sign my Deathly Hallows so now I have 10 whole signatures on it. :p

I also bought Goodbye Privet Drive finally and I love their cover of Potions Yesterday. I wish I had enough for a shirt. I bought a tiny pin from Justin Finch Fletchley and the Sugar Quills. I really wish Whompy and Ministry of Magic would get some pins. They're cheap and I can put them all on my purse and then I'll always see them.

I'm sitting here in an auditorium. This is a special auditorium because John, Hank, and Katherine are here. I gave them a wristwarmer that says NF, and I got a dreamcatcher. Hank said was to catch extra nerdy dreams and I told him I've been dreaming whole episodes of Angel so my dreams are already extra nerdy. :) I had all three of them sign my DH and John wrote CRAP on the epilogue and then Hank went to do it and was sad that John beat him. Katherine also signed it. I'm going to have the wrocker boys sign it too. Next Saturday I'm going to see Ministry of Magic, Whompy, and Justin Finch Fletchly and the the Sugar Quills.

... sitting on my bed crying again, because yet again, my dad has blown up at me. On my way out the door I told him what was in my heart and he said "good" almost loud enough to wake up my step-mom and little brother. He said the same thing he says every time I do something "ungrateful" or make him be "on pins and needles in my own damn house" He said something like, "You're in my house, using my damn wireless, blah blah blah..." what I said is "That is exactly why I want to leave and go somewhere I've never been before without anyone I know." And it's true. I always feel after wards like it's my fault and then once I'm laying in bed crying I always think he'll feel bad for yelling at me and he's probably sitting up there feeling really sorry that he just did that. I would now too except for he's done the same thing about four times now. Each time I don't go upstairs or call him or try not to see him for a few days, and he usually turns off my wireless and I am forced to either spend a lot of time hanging around at school in the corner alone or in Panera feeling like everyone wants me to just leave because I always come in and order about $3 worth of stuff and sit for hours getting free refills on my pop. He never does anything to try and make contact me or say he's sorry or anything during that no-contact time.
I hate it. I hate the way he's always talking with me about how he's worried for me going out on my own and how he wants me to know he supports me even if he thinks it's the wrong decision or he thinks it's maybe not the best thing for me to be successful and that he just wants the best for me blah blah blah but then he just blows up on me. He blows up because first I clamp my hands over my ears because the sound of him eating popcorn gives me a strong urge to chuck my computer on the ground as hard as I can even though it's my most expensive and favorite possession. When he asks what's wrong I tell him and then go on typing, and he goes on munching. I spaz my fingers on the keyboard and then he starts. I start to tear up, I look straight ahead, silent, as always. He lets a long pause go by, then says if I get annoyed, I should leave, thinking that it's a warning, apparently, it was a poorly worded command to get out because he starts to yell and I force my legs to work. That's when I open my mouth and tell him exactly what's on my mind. He backs it up by yelling "good!".

I don't want anything to do with him anymore. If I could, I'd just leave, but I don't have a job and I rely on he and my step-mom for a place to live and car insurance and gas money and food money and tuition. I am a lazy bum and I feel so bad for it but I can't even make myself pass my three easy classes. He demanded straight A's. I am getting 35%, 90%, and I am guessing somewhere around 60%. Since a lot of people have helped pay my tuition, including my mom, step-dad, and step-mom, I have to stick it out until the end of the semester and at least try to pass them all.
To further the problems with the situation, my step-mom is being very, very nice and very supportive and she's never gotten straight out mad at me. I also love my little brother and he loves spending time with me.
Good thing I am good at typing because I can barely see my keyboard for the tears that won't stop.

I can't even get excited about John and Hank and TheKatherine coming within walking distance from my house tomorrow.

I have just failed the Walmart test. I now have to wait another 60 days before re-applying. I had to sit there and lie about 65 questions about how thrilled and excited I am to pursue my career at Walmart and I failed it.

So then I go to the McDonald's website, and it says they're hiring at the one like three blocks from my house, but I have to use Internet Explorer to fill out the application.

At least I can update my yardandgroom.com profile to say I'm willing to go anywhere starting next semester.

My dad just exploded at me big time for no reason at all. Ok, so I was being a little anxious because I kept asking him if we could leave but wtf, he told me to put all my rats in a box to take them to the pet store to give away, then made me wash a week's worth of dishes! You'd think maybe he could see why I wanted to get the fucking thing over with and just leave them?! I was VERY attatched to those little rats, now they are most likely going to be snake food.
I don't know what his issue is because I only asked him about three times in 15-20 minutes if we could go already and get it over with (as I was trying not to cry) and on the third time I asked he totally exploded and told me to get out, then when I ran away he kicked the door closed on me and then almost kicked it off the hinges. After I was about done crying (I still kind of am) I heard him tear away and now he's back home, still slamming doors and I'm about to get the hell out of the house for the day. I wish he'd just tell me what the fuck is wrong instead of blowing up on me.

Random man at party (to Angel): You are a beautiful, beautiful man
Angel: Thanks.
Random man (several lines later): This isn't a come on I'm in a wonderful relationship with a landscape architect.