/*/*/ Monday, December 08, 2003 \*\*\

Fin.

Yup, I got my own livejournal, so I am outta here, kiddos.

I'm leaving the site up for a bit though, just so I can have my links.

Just so you know.

...so spoke Pixie at 12:31 AM ///

/*/*/ Tuesday, December 02, 2003 \*\*\

Holy shit, part 2

They just keep getting better.
Yes, you heard it here first:

*Harry Potter is the problem with today's youth, ladies and gents. Oh, and apparently Satan likes to "mess with" the Bible, maybe as a hobby? (Speaking of magic, Bad news, Roleplay fans...Dungeons and Dragons makes you become an occult priestess and kill yourself, so best toss it along with your rock music.)

*Maybe This one is supposed to be scary, but it comes across more as Hell's Travel Brochure. "A place for the devil and his angels!" "A furnace of fire!" And while you're there, check out our Hell Spa!

*This one is touted as "great for children!" because of the lack of words. As I see it: you touch one of the circles growing on the tree, the tree gets angry and poos on you, and then you breed more smelly people unless you walk all the way through the boring holy art gallery and *heart* the cross. Then you get to run up some stairs and meet a faceless god while the rest of the people hang out in their filth downstairs. Whee!

*The title of this one says it all. I'll leave you to see for yourself.

I could go on, but I'll leave you to do it yourself. Enjoy.

...so spoke Pixie at 12:39 AM ///

Holy shit

At first I thought this guy, Jack Chick, was joking when I stumbled across these horribly drawn evangelical comics. Then I started hoping he was, but nope! Turns out he's for real. If you need a good laugh, check 'em out. This one is my favorite so far. Harmless 60's sitcom? Nope, turns out, "stupid", "that show paved the way for all our occult and vampire programing view by MILLIONS today!"

'scuse me for a sec...

RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

This guy needs no parody, but apparently they have those too. God bless the internet. But watch out for the devil.

...so spoke Pixie at 12:18 AM ///

/*/*/ Tuesday, November 25, 2003 \*\*\

Poem

((One of my ex-boyfriends read this to me once, and since it's a gorgeous poem and apparently my blog pops up in a search for 'love poetry', I thought I'd share it.))

Summum Bonum
by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)

All the breath and the bloom of the year
In the bag of one bee
All the wonder and wealth of the mine
In the heart of one gem
In the core of one pearl all the shade
And the shine of the sea
Breath and bloom, shade and shine, wonder, wealth,
And how far above them
Truth that's brighter than gem
Trust that's purer than pearl,
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe
All were for me
In the kiss of one girl.



...so spoke Pixie at 11:17 PM ///

Thoughts

Maybe everything really does happen for a reason.

Maybe Dread was sent to me to help me see how cool of a chickie I really am, and what kind of people there are out there, and what kind of person I deserve. And now, that I see all that and it's starting to become dangerous in that I care too much about him, he's going back home to do his own thing, and let me take care of me.

Maybe I am on crack. Either way, it's a cool thought, and I'm kind of talking myself through this, so it's a good thing.

...so spoke Pixie at 11:14 PM ///

Revelation

I just had a really long conversation with Buddha (my friend, not the prophet) and I feel just incredibly better.

I'm tired of basing my emotions off other people - Dread especially. He is not a higher power, he is not a guiding force, he is not an example. He is just a mortal boy, and I care about him as a friend and even love him to some point, but that is the extent of my looking up to him. Nobody but me will determine my actions. I'm tired of thriving off my pain so I can feel sorry for myself, because that only brings about more pain. I'm tired of thriving off the responses of others, because that is leading to the victimization of myself by others by my own choice and I refuse to be a victim. I am in control, I choose not to let others affect me. I am in control of how I react. I am in control of my search for the more perfect understanding of who I am. I am in control of my own thoughts. I am in control of what I choose to belive.

I am in control, and it feels un-fucking-believably good again, for the first time in a long time.

...so spoke Pixie at 8:33 PM ///

Man, I love the holidays.

Gotta watch out for those attacking elves, though.

...so spoke Pixie at 11:01 AM ///

Heh.

Ever been to an online forum/message board thing? The inspired folks at Something Awful have it down to a stereotyping science. Enjoy.

...so spoke Pixie at 10:21 AM ///

Lost

I had a huge massive angry rant post last night, but apparently it became the internet's midnight snack. So much the better, I guess, since it was just me being really really angry for a few minutes and then feeling better.

...so spoke Pixie at 10:02 AM ///

/*/*/ Saturday, November 22, 2003 \*\*\

Make up work

Since I forgot on Friday:

I've come to take you.
What character from a creepy anime are you?

...so spoke Pixie at 2:53 PM ///

Working girl

Finally managed to get a very-well paying job, but I'm not sure I can say where, despite the whole pseudonym thing. It's not worth losing $9 an hour ($10 on sundays) for... and all I have to do is be a cashier. Nice nice nice. First paycheck is next weekend, and I am doing a major spoil-me shopping spree. Because I fucking deserve it.

...so spoke Pixie at 2:38 PM ///

/*/*/ Friday, November 21, 2003 \*\*\

Excellent

I'm digging this whole flu season thing... nothing like starting off your Friday with your professor giving you two pages to look at for later and then telling you to leave because he doesn't feel like teaching and losing his voice.

...so spoke Pixie at 9:47 AM ///

/*/*/ Thursday, November 20, 2003 \*\*\

Tired.

Off to visit Death's cousin/brother.

...so spoke Pixie at 12:37 AM ///

Gaaaah.

So I can't stop thinking about Dread and how he's probably going to be leaving and no matter what he says or does now he's going to end up with her, because no matter how badly they've fought they're all emotionally entangled now and even if the relationship blows they're still going to keep breaking up and getting back together.

I feel like that snake on the Jungle Book, wanting to lean over his shoulder with the swirling color eyes and purr until he trusts me enough to let go of her, and to let her go as well. But that would be fake, wouldn't it?

Either way I need to get my own shit in line first. I know this, I keep telling myself this, but I just miss having someone to cuddle with while working stuff out.

gods, I just remembered: a few nights ago me and him were having this intense conversation and I mentioned what I said above, that I missed having somebody to love, and he said, eyes closed, "love yourself." So simple and yet so difficult.

...so spoke Pixie at 12:12 AM ///

/*/*/ Wednesday, November 19, 2003 \*\*\

Inspired

Just got back from a slam poetry/open mike thing at school. One of the few things here I actually enjoy. So I'm writing my own little poem now, after reading one that I didn't really like at the time. That one was about love and pain and my demi-broken heart over Dread, this one is my shot at organized religion, which I hate. Maybe I'll put them up later.

Speaking of Dread, his girlfriend called while I was over there with him waiting to go to the poetry thing, and they got in this huge fight. I swear I have a split personality sometimes; part of me was grinning with devilish glee at the things he was saying to her, the other half was cringing in sympathy and wondering if that would be me someday, very probably in tears or at least furious at the other end of a cold plastic phone line.

I am so full of words right now, so expect a lot of random things to pop out of my subconscious. Just a little heads up, my readers that stay for under a minute.

...so spoke Pixie at 11:10 PM ///

Wacko

My take on the whole Michael Jackson thing:

I think it's either a stunt by him to get more press for his album, a stunt by the kid's family to get some money, or the police around there have nothing better to do.

I dunno, I was thinking about it as I was brushing my teeth this morning. Why is America so obsessed with celebrities? It's not like they can do things that we can't... act like somebody else? hell, everyone does that. Or singing; granted, some people are nicer to listen to, but does that really justify throwing all that money at them? Because they sound ok in a recording studio after a ton of voice lessons? Or because they're pretty? (Or not, in Jackson's case). Fact is, these people are just the same as the rest of us, only for some reason or another they're just like us in posh houses with nice cars and lots of cool toys. They must be down on their knees every day thanking whatever particular god they serve for the public that swoons to hear what color toothbrush they have.

heh, sorry. /end rant.

...so spoke Pixie at 10:49 AM ///

Nice

I was trudging up the steps to go to my english class when to my delight I ran into a girl coming down (not literally, mind) who told me that english was, in fact, cancelled for the day.

I promptly bounced back out of the building and off to actually get something to eat and read the comics. The rest of the class period will be spent messing around on the internet. Excellent. (<--spoken in a Mr. Burns voice. You know, that guy from the Simpsons.)

...so spoke Pixie at 10:20 AM ///

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