My Little Addiction

Let Chapter 2 Begin

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 00:02:45 GMT

My grandmother passed away on October 5th, Friday.

Never before have I felt an immense pain comparable to losing my grandmother. 18 years of my life have been spent under her wing with my mother. Now that she's gone, I feel as if it signals the end of my childhood. Ma was my life, my childhood. Every good memory that I have of when I was younger usually has her somewhere in it.

Now she's dead.

I've been crying and sinking into depression since the beginning of September when she was placed in a home and seemed to keep taking a turn for the worst. Now it's only hours after the funeral and I don't have any more tears to shed. The depression still lingers, but I feel as if the weight I've had before has shifted somehow. The sharp, seething pain I've felt in my heart has given way to a lingering discomfort that's going to remain for a while, but I know will soon pass.

I can't believe that I'm saying this now, but I feel as if I can accept this.

Seeing my grandmother being lowered into the ground confirmed that I will no longer see her walking up and down the hallway, asleep in her chair, eating in the living room, or singing quietly to herself in the kitchen. I can accept the fact that she is no longer suffering and is at peace.

I will love you forever and always Ma.

You were a grand old dame.

Wait, what?

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 20:15:31 GMT

It's the beginning of October and I haven't made a single post about life at MIT...

Since I would drive myself crazy trying to recap everything that has happened, let's look at a simple equation:

FAP + Theta Xi + Senior Haus + FASAP + Free Food + MITxObvious = (FunxAwesomexHappiness)^nth

Solve for n.

Just one of those days.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 12:18:31 GMT

Ah yes, as fate would have it, I have missed another opportunity at going to Six Flags and enjoying the day with friends. What makes it worse is that I actually had permission this time...

Am I mad at anyone? No, not at all. I'm just filled with mild disappointment.

And that, is the story of my life.

Yes non-existent ladies and gentlemen, another overdue post!

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:45:36 GMT

I haven't updated since graduation so there is a huge chunk of my life that I've missed bringing to the rest of the world. I feel as if I should try and recap every minute moment that has passed and record it so that I will never forget.

Unfortunately, while under the influence of prescribed post-surgery oxycodone, my attention span seems to be non-existent. Instead, I'll point out the major happenings in my life thus far:

Started my internship with the New York Times. I'm paid a hell-of-a-lot of money for very little work actually.
Had oral surgery. All four of my wisdom teeth have been removed at last and I'm now just recovering from the surgery on Thursday.
Discovered a new love for mod. For some reason, I've fallen in love with Twiggy-esque fashion and have finally decided on getting a sleek bob. More on that on Saturday!
Discovered that I do not like to be touched. Pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?
Saw my first musicals ala the New York Times. Sorry RENT, but Spelling Bee completely dominated you in the "Best Show I've Ever Seen So Far" category.
Made remarkable friends at the Times. I have never met this many extraordinary people at one time and so many that share at least 90% of my interests and situation. Hurrah!
Written and/or currently writing more stories than I have ever done. This may sound like a stretch to those who actually know me, but I've never written and completed two stories in a small span of time. I'm moving onto the next two chapters and, not making any promises, should be done before I leave for college. Thus bringing me to my last point...
I have 14 days before I leave for MIT.

This is probably the strangest feeling that I've felt in years. College is right at my door, signaling that the horrid nightmare that was High School and Elementary School has officially come to an end. I feel elated at leaving, but downright depressed at the thought of leaving my mother alone and going to college alone. Because of my grandmother's illness, her inexplicable lack of wanting to help herself. and from our family's status as "extremely poor", my mother will not send me off to college in the way she has been waiting to do for 18 years. Instead, she'll be waving to me from a glass window in the airport and watching as my plane flies off towards Boston. I offered to pay for her ticket, but of course my mother being the stubborn woman she is, refused.

So I'm left with this: The last time I'll see my mother is on the 20th. The next time I see her may possibly be in November.

And that non-existent ladies and gentlemen is the crap-shoot I'm left with to endure. But it's not all bad:

Chapter Three

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

Milo, slumped on the floor, held his face in his sweaty hands. His brain throbbed from not only the heavy hangover from the night before, but from the questions racing through his mind. What’s happened to me? How did I end up here? Who the hell is that guy, really?

The more Milo tried to find answers to those questions, the more his head screamed from pain. He groped for the doorknob and steadily pulled his body off of the ground. His legs felt weak and began to tremble under him, making Milo desperately fight the urge to return to his spot on the floor. As he looked around, the world began to spin like an uncontrollable merry-go-round and Milo was ready to get off.

Milo was ready to purge until he saw the man from before appear out of a room as a blur before his eyes. As the man moved closer, Milo could see that he was carrying an armful of damp clothes that were sending droplets of water towards the floor.

“Here, take your crap. You can keep the clothes you have on. I suddenly lost the desire to keep them…” Olivier looked Milo over with disdain and sneered. He grabbed Milo by the shoulders, letting his fingers press deeply into Milo’s skin, and pushed the sickly man to the side. Milo stumbled over and watched Olivier open the door slowly. Olivier turned his cold gaze onto Milo and simply pointed towards the hallway.

“Out.”

Milo didn’t waste a second and grabbed his clothes and scrambled out of the apartment. He wanted to turn around and say something, but the sound of a slamming door quickly destroyed this feeling.

The sky was bright and warm air filled Milo’s lungs as he finally made it onto the street. Before leaving the building, Milo managed to change into his tattered clothes, but the moisture trapped in the fabrics sent chills down his spine making him appear as a shivering drug addict.

The walk home was excruciating for Milo. His body ached in ways that he couldn’t imagine. By the time he made it home, his body was dripping with sweat and he was panting as if his last breath was coming soon.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Daphne slapped Milo in the face and glowered angrily behind her flaming red hair. Milo simply rubbed his stinging cheek and walked inside.

“I can’t believe you spent the entire night away! So how did you like it? Meet any ‘lady’ friends? Well I hope you catch a disease!” Daphne followed Milo as he entered the bedroom and lied down.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep while I’m talking to you! I want you to suffer as much as I did yesterday after you left me alone with the boy! How could you do this to me you selfish bastard!”

Daphne’s voice grew louder and louder, ringing in Milo’s ears. All he could do was lie there and take the verbal assault. Speaking back would only warrant another slap in the face and more incessant yelling. He waited until Daphne finally stopped and stormed out of the room. Milo could finally rest in peace, for the moment.

Milo tossed and turned on the bed in a futile attempt to fall asleep that lasted hours. Yet he couldn’t, and spent a considerable amount of time either staring at the ceiling or his cold feet. He didn’t hear Daphne’s loud voice echo in the apartment and he didn’t hear the sound of Matthew breaking something. Milo knew it was safe to crawl out of the room.

Daphne must have used this opportunity to meet one of her johns and Matthew must have just wandered off into the streets. Milo walked carefully to the bathroom to relieve himself and take a nice shower. As the hot droplets of water pounded his skin, Milo felt a sense of ease flow through his body. For once, he had time to himself and could clear his mind of the problems he faced. However, one thing did not go away.

That man, Olivier.

Milo regretted jumping to conclusions about Olivier. Olivier did take care of him when he could have let Milo lie in his own vomit in front of the bar. Milo shook his head. Even if I wanted to apologize, it would be useless. Not only do I not know where he is, he probably would rather beat the crap out of me instead of listen to me. Milo dismissed any other thoughts in his head and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. He thought of staying in the apartment in order to watch TV and eventually be berated by his wife once more, but quickly decided against it and wandered once more onto the city’s streets.

Palset was small city in upstate New York by any standards. It had its fair share of attractions and heavily lit downtown areas, but couldn’t compare to the heavyweights across the country. It did, though, satisfy all of Milo’s needs. There were bars, Laundromats, fast food chains, and more bars. He had his pick of the litter, but for once, he didn’t feel like drowning his sorrows in booze.

The afternoon was slowly dying at the hands of the oncoming nightfall, and Milo soon tired of simply pacing back and forth on the streets. He needed something to kill time before mustering up the courage to return home. Luckily for him, he stood in front of the solid wooden doors of a nightclub. The Lover’s Cabaret would be his safe haven.

“Welcome my friend. You have come just in time to let your fantasies come alive.”

Milo stared at the tall man by the door. The man was dressed in dark clothes reminiscent of a Victorian actor and wore a silver mask that only hid his eyes. A grin appeared on his face, yet hinted at something that Milo could not figure out.

Milo walked deeper into the cabaret and felt his chest pound with the music. The place was dimly lit causing Milo to barely make out the figures stalking about in the dark. The Lover’s Cabaret was different from any other club Milo has ever entered, but he didn’t know why. He could only feel it.

Mindless groping finally led Milo to an empty table, just in time to see the beginnings of a performance.

The music died immediately. All remaining lights were turned off. A hush fell on the crowd through the darkness. Milo felt tense and uneasy, but he couldn’t escape the need to stay and see what was going to happen next.

“Bonsoir my loves!”

A loud, cheerful voice wiped out the silence and brought a wave of cheers amongst the audience. A sole spotlight illuminated a masked man standing alone onstage. He wore an exquisite red silk shirt with sleeves that flowed loosely down past his fingers. His black pants snugly fit his lower body with the pant legs folded meticulously above his leather calf-high boots.

Beautiful classical music began to play softly in the background, making the man smile softly. He slowly began to dance to the delight of the audience. Milo feared that this would somehow turn into an odd strip show, but to his surprise not a single piece of clothing came off or landed into an anxious woman’s mouth. With each rise and fall of the violins and piano, the man would move gracefully on the stage, each movement catching the attention of the audience. And then he stopped.

“What is this?” The masked entertainer ran towards the edge of the stage and in an exaggerated motion scanned the crowd while raising his hand above his masked eyes and running back and forth. As he came towards Milo’s direction, Milo quickly turned his head away. When he turned back around, Milo could have sworn that the man looked back at him, and smiled.

“There are so many new beautiful faces in front of me and I haven’t introduced myself at all…My name is Rémi, your humble guide to love and happiness.” Rémi bowed deeply towards the audience, with his sleek, short brown hair falling loosely on his face.

“I would be honored if I would be the first to introduce you my new friends to a world of bliss only found here.” Rémi wore a mischievous smile as he opened his arms wide towards the ceiling.

“Any volunteers?”

The crowd shuffled around with the older, acquainted patrons of the cabaret looking for fresh faces.

“Over here!” Milo flinched thinking that he was discovered, but was relieved when he saw a group of young women weaving through the audience towards the front of the stage. They giggled incessantly as they pushed one of their nervous friends to the front.

“Ah, such a refreshing beauty before me! Please, tell Rémi your name!” Rémi lifted the woman onto the stage and placed her in the center of the spotlight.

“I’m Isabella…I’m sorry, but what’s going to happen to me? I’ve…I’ve never done this before.”

“Hmm…good question my dear Isabella. I haven’t exactly thought this through, but we’ll soon find out won’t we?” Rémi laughed coyly, causing frightened Isabella to turn away quickly. The loose bun placed at the top of her head collapsed, sending a wave of curly brown hair crashing down to her shoulders. Rémi placed her round face within his hand and turned her face towards him.

“Don’t worry, Rémi will guide you sweet Isabella.” Rémi spoke softly and gazed intently into Isabella’s eyes. He had a face that would make anyone fall in love, or in Isabella’s case, instant lust. Isabella’s body relaxed completely. Through Milo’s eyes, she looked as if she were in euphoria. Rémi placed his hands on Isabella’s shoulders, and brought her closer towards his body. Their lips met in a sweet embrace while Rémi’s tongue danced in Isabella’s open mouth. Isabella awakened from her lustful haze just enough in order to grip Rémi’s back tightly as his lips moved slowly down her cheek towards her neck. Her red lipstick stained Rémi’s lips and smudged a trail along her face.

Rémi kissed Isabella’s neck gently, working from the base of her head to the inside of her collarbone. Isabella groaned loudly as he then masterfully used his tongue to glide back up towards her mouth, stopping playfully to nibble on her bottom lip. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted more and refused to let Rémi go as he lifted his head.

“But my sweet, I must breathe!” The audience roared with laughter as Rémi struggled to break free from Isabella. Dejected, Isabella sank to her knees onstage, ready to cry.

“Do not worry my dear Isabella that was merely a taste of what I could do for you.” Rémi giggled as he licked his now red lips, clearly enticing the beast within Isabella. From behind the dark stage curtains appeared two costumed men that moved to Rémi’s side.

“Guards, take her to the chamber!” Rémi did his best to sound menacing and maniacal as the men escorted Isabella behind the curtains, but couldn’t hold appearances and quickly began laugh.

“Ah, playing evil is no fun… Rémi would much rather be mischievous!” Rémi bounced on the heels of boots and laughed loudly with the audience.

“Now, now, who else shall join me on stage?” Rémi smiled as glanced through the audience once again, but quickly narrowed in on a target: lucky Milo.

Milo couldn’t feel any sicker. He panicked as Rémi made a beeline towards his table in the back. Rémi stood in front of the table, smirking at Milo. Milo could feel the bile rise up in his throat as Rémi grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the stage.

“I know I’ve never seen you here before…What is your name sirrah?”

Milo felt the spotlight burn into his skin and felt the dozens of eyes examining him onstage. Maybe if I just stand here, he’ll let me go…Yet to his surprise, Milo spoke after much hesitation.

“Mi…Milo. My name is Milo.”

“Milo…you seem so nervous. Please, sit with me.” Rémi sat on the stage floor with his legs folded as if he were a child playing a game. With no other real choice besides committing suicide, Milo sat down a distance away from Rémi and waited for any madness to follow.

“Don’t you like Rémi? Why are you sitting so far away? Dear Milo, don’t be afraid.” Rémi spoke softly to Milo and motioned for him to come closer.

“No, I…I like my spot here.”

“Then I’ll just have to come over there.”

Rémi began to crawl on his hands and knees little by little, as if prolonging Milo’s own doom. When he reached Milo, he placed his hands on Milo’s legs, pinning them down. Like a snake, he slithered to Milo’s chest, his face only inches away Milo’s lips. Rémi pushed Milo so that he was completely on the floor beneath Rémi. Rémi then lowered himself until his body was lying on top of the frightened Milo. He then turned Milo’s head and whispered into his ear.

“Does being this close bring back memories?”

Milo’s eyes widened with horror as the childlike voice of Rémi gave way to a deep and frightening voice that Milo knew all too well.

He was being pinned down by Olivier.

Milo panicked and pushed Olivier off of him. The audience gasped. They have never seen anything like this before. Olivier crawled to the other side of the stage and curled himself into ball. The audience’s hearts sank as they heard the sounds of sobbing coming from Olivier. To them, he was still Rémi and had no idea as to what had happened.

“He…he…doesn’t like me!” Olivier spoke between sobs and pointed at Milo who was now standing dumbly at center-stage. The audience sneered and hissed at Milo. Milo inched towards the end of the stage, but as he saw the angry faces look up at him, he couldn’t move any further.

“I know you don’t love Rémi, but if you apologize to me you’ll be able to leave sweet Milo…” Olivier appeared behind Milo still wiping his eyes and sniffling like a child. Milo didn’t believe a word that he said, but it was either make a public apology or get ripped to shreds by horny audience members.

“I’m sorry…Rémi. I apologize for what I’ve done.” Milo swallowed hard as he spoke and looked away from Olivier. When he turned back, Olivier offered a single hand of forgiveness and waited for Milo to shake it. As Milo reached for his hand, Olivier grabbed Milo and pulled him in for a kiss.

Milo was tense and refused to open his mouth. Seeing this, Olivier bit the bottom of Milo’s lip and forced his way in. Olivier purposely chose to play with Milo’s unmoving tongue and refused to leave it alone. He held Milo steady by grabbing his shoulder and his lower back. Milo was going nowhere.

Milo couldn’t believe what was happening to him, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he may actually like it. It felt…good. He wanted to be released from Olivier’s grasp, but he didn’t want him to stop. With a momentary lapse in judgment, Milo relented and moved in-synch with Olivier’s kiss. His tongue responded to any movement within his mouth and began to dart in and out of Olivier. Olivier moved his face away, but still kept Milo in his grasp. He stared at the man in front of him for a while before a large grin appeared on his perfect face.

“I knew you loved Rémi!” Olivier released Milo, who fell suddenly to the floor. Olivier pranced around onstage, laughing constantly. The audience cheered loudly and clapped for Olivier.

“No one can deny my love! Now, bring him to the chamber!” Olivier spoke cheerfully and waved at Milo as he was being carried away.

Milo was still in shock as he was being carted away behind stage. He could hear the music being played loudly and the relentless applause from the audience. The show was over, but Milo still couldn’t escape. The two costumed men carrying Milo took him through several dark corridors before finally releasing him into a brightly lit and heavily decorated red room. In the middle of the room was Isabella, lying on a large bed stroking her hair nervously. When she heard the door open, she perked up immediately hoping to see “Rémi” walk in.

“Rémi! I’ve been waiting so long for…Oh…I’m sorry…” Isabella shrank back onto the bed when only MiloMilo with her eyes as he found a seat in the corner of the room. He did not want to be anywhere near Isabella fearing that she would maul him if Olivier did not show. appeared. She resumed stroking her curly hair and followed

“Rémi!!” The door opened wide and in came Olivier still dressed in his stage costume. Isabella ran off of the bed and threw herself upon him, eager for whatever he was going to do to her.

“I’m sorry ma chérie, but Rémi must take care of something first.” Olivier brushed Isabella’s rejected lips before pushing her out of the door. She laid on the floor sobbing as the door was closed behind her. Olivier turned towards Milo and stared intently at him. He took off his wig and untied his black hair, allowing it to fall along his back. He approached Milo, backing him up against the wall.

“No one denies Rémi.” He grabbed Milo’s shirt and pulled him inches away from his face.

“At least not for long…”

Olivier pulled Milo with him towards the center of the room and threw him onto the bed. Before Milo could pull himself up, Olivier pinned down his arms and positioned himself on top of his abdomen. Olivier leaned down and kissed Milo passionately. Milo resisted in the beginning, but couldn’t resist any longer. Olivier sensed it immediately and used it as his cue to move further. He released Milo’s arms and proceeded to lift Milo’s shirt off of his head. Olivier kissed Milo’s neck and worked his way down to his exposed chest. His hands slowly made circles along the length of Milo’s stomach while his tongue played with Milo’s erect nipples.

Every now and then Olivier would look up at Milo and smirk at his face. If he heard Milo moan, he knew he was doing a good job. Milo gripped the sheets tightly as he felt Olivier’s cool hands run down into his pants. The feeling of his now erect penis being massaged and stroked sent Milo’s senses ablaze. Milo wanted to touch Olivier, to run his hands through his hair, to rest his face in his chest, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t raise his hands to Olivier’s face or body. All he could do was lie there and let Olivier take advantage of his body. Yet somehow, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

Olivier pulled Milo’s pants down to his ankles in order to take full advantage of his nether regions. Olivier bent down once more and rubbed his smooth face along Milo’s leg. Using his tongue, Olivier made circles along Milo’s inner thigh, paying close attention to where his leg met his pelvis. Milo arched his back and was close to reaching ecstasy. Olivier slammed his hand onto Milo’s chest and kept him flat on the bed. He did not want this to end quickly.

Olivier straightened himself up and unbuttoned his dark pants. Milo knew what was coming next and looked into the dark eyes above him. Olivier stared down and licked his lips as he positioned himself over Milo and thrust himself inside. Milo felt intense pain as his tight muscles were being rocked back and forth by Olivier.

Yet pain gave way to pleasure, and Milo enjoyed every moment of it.

Olivier kissed Milo deeply as he moved in synch with the body beneath him. Both men gasped for breath as their bodies moved to a uniform rhythm. Olivier pulled his soft lips away and once again concentrated on Milo’s smooth chest. He sucked Milo’s nipple while he continued to thrust himself into Milo’s body.

Milo was ready to release at any moment. His back was arched. His toes curled under. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Milo could feel his temperature skyrocket and felt sensations throughout his body that he has never experienced before. Just as Milo was preparing to come onto Olivier’s body, he felt a strange, painful sensation on his chest. Milo looked up to find blood dripping down his chest and Olivier lapping away at the red fluid.

Olivier bit Milo’s chest and was drinking his blood.

Tootles.

Screw Catching Up, This is Important

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 17:06:22 GMT

I HAVE OFFICIALLY GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!

Okay I'm back to normal.

A lot has happened since the last time I've posted, but who cares anymore? I'm out of high school and I can finally enjoy my freedom. My grandmother is doing great (she's back to being cranky >_<) so I can relax and not have to worry anymore.

Graduation was pretty good. I didn't actually care about the ceremony, I just cared about seeing all of my friends and my family and enjoying myself. Thankfully we all looked very nice and clean. For once those other girls didn't look like prostitutes. I'm so proud of them ^_^.

On Saturday, my aunt and two of my cousins took me around town just for the heck of it. Then I dragged them to Tomo's so that all of us could get Bento Boxes. Sadly, I couldn't turn them onto the ways of the sushi, but I was close. Thankfully they liked the salmon teriyaki and the rice.

Today, I was supposed to go to Six Flags with the crew, but of course I didn't get to go. I kind of knew that something would happen from the beginning. I knew my mother didn't like the fact that we were taking a bus there by ourselves to and fro with other people. Since I'm also getting over a horrific cold, my mother has some innate fear that I'm going to get sicker and end up in the hospital. I just wished she told me earlier. That way I wouldn't have to hear Norma's disappointed voice on the phone at 6:30 in the morning...

Well, whatever. I have about a couple of weeks to hang out with everyone before we all branch off into the nether regions of the world.

I guess the plus side of the day is that I saved $57 by not going to Six Flags. Thanks Geico!

Thu, 31 May 2007 00:50:12 GMT

My grandmother is sick. She's staying at the hospital for a couple of days in order to be treated. As you can probably see, I'm not in the mood to write anything or post anything other than that right now. When my grandmother comes home, then I'll post something up.

Until then, I'll be waiting for her to be healthy again.

An EXTREMELY Overdue Update

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:52:09 GMT

Hello all, I have finally awakened from my two month coma and have returned to the land of the mentally stable. Isn't that wonderful?

Between now and the last time I posted, a lot of random, and sometimes cool, crap has happened to me. It would take me a couple of hours to record everything, so I'm not going to do that.

Instead here's a quick list of events:

1. Won the NY Times Scholarship. Pretty sure I said that before, but what the hell.
2. Received a full scholarship to MIT.
3. Went to Stacey's awesome sleepover.
4. Discovered that I truly cannot wait until August 21st.

Now number five is too important for me to just list. I must explain it to the world. No, I must shout it to the world.

I adore all things MIT-related!

I just came back from the most awesome four days of my life: Campus Preview Weekend. It was the best opportunity I have ever received to experience college life.

Things started a little rough on Thursday. It was not only raining ridiculously hard in Boston, but there was also hail. Wtf? My pants were soaked and my head was being pummeled by stones falling from the sky. Aside from the weather ruining most of the day, I was completely at a lost for words at how lonely I was. Of course I came with some stupid idea that I'll instantly make a lot of friends, hang out, and have a grand old time. Yeah, shows how much I know. I wandered around the whole day, alone, opening my mouth to speak maybe at four or five times. I honestly have no idea why I was like that. I was pretty miserable for the first part of the day, but thankfully things picked up towards the end.

As the day wore on and I was getting extremely cheap, I decided to go to the Minority Dinner to get some free food and maybe talk to some people. I of course was late and missed all of the good food. I ended up with some time of burrito or whatnot that tasted awful. The college students there had an open panel to discuss life at MIT as a person of color. This one student really annoyed me, and I can summarize her total speech: "I like to bitch and moan because I'm non-white, there aren't enough of us people of color, come live at Spanish House because I live there and because I'm Spanish and I probably don't have friends outside of my race."

Yeah, she was sure the life of the party.

I talked to the other people there and they basically told me the same thing, that I should isolate myself from the other students and live with people of my own kind and perpetrate a stereotype that all minority students live in minority dorm buildings. Last time I checked, segregation was unconstitutional.

Luckily I made it out of there without losing my mind. The rest of the day was better. Went to the CPW Opening address and the Festival, which was awesome! I got to play extreme twister, DDR, Guitar Hero, and learned how to fake my way through juggling! I ended the day with an all-night/early morning movie marathon until I decided to get an hour of sleep.

Friday was a little different. I still didn't talk to too many people, but I did manage to have some fun on my own. Went on some dorm tours, checked out some information panels, got some free food, and bought an awesome MIT sweatshirt. The end of the day was hell-of-alot of fun. One of the dorm buildings, Senior Haus, had an awesome bouncy-ball drop! Basically, a bunch of balls were thrown out of the building and sent pouring down onto us pre-frosh. It was hilarious! I collected a crapload of balls for momentos. Later on, I went to a BBQ and had some delicious food and drank lemonade from a toilet. Okay, it sounds more disgusting than it actually was. They had a punch bowl spoon to get it out!

All of this finally led up to the most awesome thing ever. Tangerine tours! Never in my life have I imagined going on something as awesome as this. I was luckily able to meet up with some people and spend the rest of the night with some form of human contact. No one knew what the Tangerine tours were about, but we did know that something strange was about to happen. All of the pre-frosh waited in the main lobby wondering about what was happening until we all saw a bunch of black-clad undergrads dividing us up into groups. They took us through secret corridors, underground passages, and winding staircases until we finally came to a huge classroom. All around us, the undergrads sat staring at us until they finally told us about what was happening.

We were going to learn about the history of hacks.

Now for all of you who have no idea what is going on, a hack is MIT's proud version of a prank that gets international attention. We were all there to find out about hacks and get a taste of the secret society of hackers (well I already knew some of them were hackers since they were discussing hacks on my dorm floor). Once again we were divided into groups and led on another secret trip. This time, we were all led to the roof of the building and eventually onto the Great Dome itself. It was amazing. I was on top of the roof, listening to hilarious stories, and enjoying an awesome view of Cambridge and Boston. As we all sat there gazing upward, police sirens rang off signaling that we were all caught. We slid off of the dome as quickly as possible and hid in the darkness. All of the hackers ran off into the distance, leaving us pre-frosh wide-eyed and waiting for the cops. The campus police eventually came and quickly started questioning us.

CP: "What are all of you doing here?"
All of us: "We're on a tour to Baker House!"
CP: "A tour to Baker House while on the roof? Who's in charge here?"
All of us: "Jack Florey!"
CP: "Where's Jack Florey, where is this guy?"
All of us: *silence* "He escaped!"

Luckily the hackers prompted us before and told us what to say in the off-chance that we were caught. Good times, good times.

Saturday was the last full day of CPW. I coasted through the day getting some food and meeting up with teachers from the Course Six major (Computer Science) and Comparative Media Studies major. They both now have a new obsessed student. I went on some more tours and enjoyed some awesome food before moving onto the Miss Ugly Pageant at East Campus. It was the funniest thing ever! Basically, contestants have to dress up as hideously and act as ugly as possible. The whole thing was hilarious. The winner was a guy who claimed to be some teacher's sex puppet and who did not believe in wearing underwear. Everytime he did his "dance" his schlong visibly moved back and forth in his oversized sweat pants like a pendulum. It was slightly disturbing, but entirely funny.

Later on, I met up with some Musical Theater people at MIT and watched some awesome musicals. They were all so cool. Now I have another reason to try out for theater once I start in the fall. Halfway into the Producers, I left to go see the Meat Market at East Campus. Any event happening at EC is bound to be weird.

I was so right. Meat Market was an event to raise money for the Senior Haus Steer Roast. The money was raised by people stripping. Yes, I said it. You had to bet on the amount of clothes coming off. No one became completely naked but it was still the weirdest thing I've ever seen. Two girls stripped down to their pasties. Two other girls stripped down to their undies, gave lapdances to a dorky guy and made out with another girl I recognized from Senior Haus. An adorable guy stripped to his cute little undies and auctioned off his first kiss. He then proceeded to make out with another partially nude guy and then say "it was average." Hahaha that whole event was hilarious. I'm pretty sure Senior Haus raised over $300 that night.

Sunday I finally packed all of my stuff, said goodbye to my host and traveled back to dull NYC. I was supposed to go to school the next day, but I was so exhausted that I couldn't find the strength to go out in a flood and travel to school.

Well that's the end of my overdue update. More lovely information about my life shall now come more often since I don't have any other excuse except AP exams.

Oh yeah, if anyone is wondering, chapter three will be coming soon. I really promise it this time!

*UPDATE!!!* I GOT A NEW PHONE!!!!!! Omg it's sexy!!! *cough* Okay I'm done ^_^

Addiction

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 16:57:09 GMT

Well here's my first semi-completed story since elementary school. I really like it and hopefully you guys will like it to. I'll probably post up pictures of the characters sometime next week.

Anywho, enjoy!

Author's Note: Every aspect of this story belongs to me. The characters, places, empty beer bottles, everything is mine.

Chapter One

It kept raining for days.

Swollen drops of water pounded the windows and drenched Milo Townsend’s face as he sat on the balcony, staring at the dark, heavy clouds overhead. He turned around to stare at two figures inside of the apartment getting engaged in a heated argument. A short, stout woman with hair dyed to mimic fire was using all of her energy to spit flames of hate towards a pug-faced tween with hair greasier than a bowl of McDonald’s fries.

There isn’t a better picture of family love than this.

Milo shook his head and watched his wife Daphne fume with rage over some idiotic thing her son Matthew has done. This was supposed to be Milo’s dream family. He married the hottest girl in high school (after Daphne told Milo he impregnated her during their time in the janitor’s closet). It appeared his life should be perfect, but once Matthew was born and was discovered to be the blond-haired son of the gym teacher, the marriage made a b-line to hell. Daphne showed her true self by cheating on Milo every chance she got, gaining a few STDs under her belt. Matthew grew up to be the spawn of Satan and terrorized everyone in a 50 mile radius.

Yet through all of this, Milo has never left his family or even thought about getting a divorce. Somewhere in his sad little mind, he still believes this is the perfect family he’s always wanted. He loves them both even though he is treated worse than a 50 year old pile of dung. Milo can’t imagine anything better than this.

Daphne began to act more and more erratic while Matthew made her rage grow even more by adding his own snappy little remarks.

“How could you treat your mother this way? After everything I’ve done for you! I should’ve gone through with the abortion if it would’ve saved me from having you!” Daphne screamed at the insolent brat and quickly began to turn blue in the face.

“Oh really?” Matthew inched closer and closer to his mother, burning holes in her skin with his small, beady eyes.

“Well no one told you to put a ‘Welcome’ sign over your crab-filled crotch! Ha! I learned that one from an 8^th grader!” Matthew smiled smugly as he watched his mother’s face contort as if she was going to cry. As he was about to open his mouth for another attack, he came crashing down to the floor. His left cheek was throbbing with extreme pain.

The war was about to begin.

Daphne let out a roar comparable only to a lioness about to kill a gazelle. She chased after Matthew in the apartment, picking up various items to throw at him while ducking from his attacks.

As they ran about the apartment, Milo took this as a chance to escape. He walked as quickly as he possibly could to avoid having flying shrapnel and decorated dinner plates impale his body. He knew that eventually the two would soon make up and become miserable together once again. Yet, Milo sensed that if he stayed any longer, he may be a witness to second degree murder. He grabbed his dark brown coat and headed for the outside.

A harsh wind swept across Milo’s face, slapping him with frigid air and engorged drops of water. By the look of things upstairs, Milo knew that Daphne and Matthew would be fighting for hours. This gave him the perfect time to take in the sites of the city and get a little drunk.

Milo hopped from club to bar, bar to tavern, tavern to liquor store, all for a way to drink away his life. He never really knew how his alcoholic tendencies started, but he never really cared either. Booze made him happy and that’s all that mattered. Tonight’s feast of beer and hard liquor for Milo would be at the Happy Hour Tavern, a drunk’s heaven on earth.

Chapter Two

“Same time next week?”

Olivier Ledoyen embraced the man in front of him and began to gently run his long fingers down the man’s back, carefully outlining every indentation in his spine. Olivier could feel cold hands stroking his neck and slowly moving down the length of his body. Olivier pulled the man closer to him and let his soft lips meet with the pair in front of him. His tongue examined every part of the man’s mouth, leaving no reachable space spared.

Olivier pulled himself away and grinned sheepishly. “We’ll continue from where we left off next time.” He held his hand out and waited patiently as the man pulled out crumbled bills from his haggard pockets. Each bill soon found a new home in Olivier’s sleek black wallet.

“Thanks love, now get out.”

Olivier quickly pushed the man out of the small, yet decadent bedroom. As he shut the door, Olivier began to scan the room extensively. His latest romp with one of his regulars left everything in chaos. Olivier’s clothes were scattered on the floor, the tables, and dangling from the ceiling fan. Bottles of liquor and empty glasses tossed to the side of the room lay on their sides, turning the red carpet a lovely shade of maroon.

This place is disgusting…Well I’ll just convince who’s ever next to play “The Doting House Maid and the Rich Heir.” That’ll get this place cleaned quickly. Olivier smirked deviously as he ran his hand through his hair.

Many people who have come across Olivier believe he is a heavenly god on earth sharing his beauty and gifts with the world. Olivier, though, just tells them he is a simple man with a mission: to please all of the lovely ladies and handsome men of the world. Under normal circumstances, Olivier would look like any other man. But, Olivier is far from being normal. His charm and personality turn him into a glowing beacon of beauty. His tall and slender body matched with his soft face and trademark grin drive his admirers wild.

Olivier ran his fingers through his hair, bringing parts of it to act as a black veil covering his face. He reached down and picked up his tattered denim jacket and his wrinkled shirt from underneath a pile of crumpled bed sheets. Oliver opened the room door and wandered into a completely different universe.

The sound of music pulsated in the air and moved every cell in Olivier’s body. As the door to the bedroom was closed, Olivier became engulfed in darkness as he moved towards the staircase. Flashing red lights occasionally penetrated the darkness and illuminated the faces of mesmerized men and women caught in the trance of dancing bodies on stage.

The Lover’s Cabaret was the place of vivid dreams.

Despite doing all of his business here, Olivier could not help but be amazed. The dancers were beautiful. The music sent shudders down spines. The velvet curtains added a sense of mystery to the cabaret as they hid various bodies behind them, but accented every luscious curve once the spotlight flashed in the curtains’ direction. The dark shades in front of every booth kept patrons from the prying eyes of others. Yet anyone who frequented the cabaret knew all of the dirty little secrets behind those black shades.

The smell of hard liquor, extravagant food, and expensive cigars comforted Olivier as he walked from table to table greeting all those whom he knew and those whom he would soon become acquainted.

“Olivier! Hey Olivier!” A young, bubbly woman ran towards Olivier and wrapped her small arms around him.

“My little Eleanor. How are you?” Olivier knelt down and cupped Eleanor’s chin in his hands. She had the face of an innocent, but deep down, she was far from being pure. Olivier smiled at Eleanor, but suddenly dropped his eyes.

“Well, look at what we’ve got here!”

“Oh! Do you like them? They’re fresh from the surgery room! I got them as a present from one of my latest flings!” Eleanor bounced on the heels of her shoes to give Olivier a better look at her newly acquired assets.

“I’m getting off from work in a couple of hours and I wanted to know if you wanted to test these babies out.” Eleanor tugged at Olivier’s shirt and ran his hand up the length of her thigh. She giggled and stared at Olivier’s dark brown eyes. Olivier merely smiled and shook his head. He stood up and caressed Eleanor’s cheek.

“Sorry love, off to do some business. I’ll save you for another night.” Olivier brushed his lips with Eleanor’s and headed towards to the door.

“Well, when you get back, my offer still stands!” Eleanor yelled, as if pleading, as the door to outside slowly closed, locking her in a paradise of guilty pleasures.

Olivier hated the fact that he lied to his little beauty, but he couldn’t bear another disastrous night with her. The first time Olivier gave into his urges and invited Eleanor over to his apartment, her incessant chatting and giggling drove him insane. When the talking finally stopped and Olivier was ready for a little fun, Eleanor fell asleep on his couch from too much wine. When she awoke the next day, she assumed that she and Olivier had an exciting night. Olivier couldn’t help but fill her mind with extravagant lies about their “night.” He hasn’t told her the truth yet.

Olivier walked onto the dark city streets and was welcomed with heavy rain. His jet black hair became a soaked mass that quickly began to devour his face. As the lightning cracked, thunder boomed, and rain fell harder, it was clear that walking home was going to be difficult. The best thing for him to do, Olivier decided, was to wait out the storm in the nearest open building. The Happy Hour Tavern was his best bet.

Olivier ran into the dimly lit tavern and entered a completely different world. The air reeked of fresh vomit and cheap cigarettes. The music playing in the background seemed to drown out the moans and groans of the drunken men and women cluttering the floor.

This was clearly not the Cabaret.

Being careful not to step into warm puke or onto someone’s hand, Olivier made his way to the bar hoping that a drink would make this place slightly more attractive. As he waited for the bartender to cease flirting with an inebriated young woman, Olivier flinched as the door to the tavern opened letting in the lights of the city and a harsh breeze. Once Olivier finished drying his face with his shirt, he noticed a soaked young man taking a seat next to him at the bar.

The young man was tall and extremely scrawny with scraggly brown hair. His clothes were drenched and hung loosely on his small physique. His face evoked a sense of instant pity. Olivier couldn’t bear to look at him any longer.

“What can I get you, Mack?” Finally finished with his drunken sex interest, the bartender stared at the soaked young man, waiting for his order.

“Uh…beer. Yeah, a beer. That’s it.” The young man rested his head on the bar counter, empty hand already anticipating the feel of a cold one wrapped between his fingers.

“What about you mister? What do you want?”

“Whiskey on the rocks, thank you.” Olivier straightened himself up in his seat. During a night like this, he needed something to warm himself up.

Once the drinks arrived, Olivier reached into his jeans pocket for his wallet. As he stretched out his arms, the bottle of beer providing life for the young man crashed onto the floor. The young man’s eyes grew wide as his vital source of life shattered into pieces.

“Sorry about that…Guess I didn’t see what I was doing. Here, take some of these.”

Olivier offered the man some napkins in order to soak up some of the beer. Normally after an apology and some remorseful napkins, Olivier would simply move onto another barstool. Yet for some reason, he couldn’t wave this man off.

“It’s okay, really. Don’t worry about it…” The young man sighed and placed his hand into his pockets. When he didn’t feel what he wanted in there, he pulled himself off of the stool and began to walk away.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this... “Hey! Wait! Have another drink, on me.” Olivier called out to the stranger. The man turned around and stared back with large brown eyes. It looked as if this was the biggest act of kindness he’s received in a while. As he sat down next to Olivier, he couldn’t help but question this gesture.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to buy me a beer…”

“Well I’m going to be honest with you, my friend. You look like something the cat spit up and then ate again. You look like you need a drink more than anyone else in this rat trap. By the look of things, you’ll need something a little stronger than a beer.” Olivier did his signature smile and managed to get a grin from the walking corpse next to him.

“Thanks, thanks a lot.” The young man seemed to perk up slightly at the prospect of getting a free drink.

“No problem. The name’s Olivier. Olivier Ledoyen. I like to tell people my full name because I like the way sounds.” Olivier laughed out loud as he shook the young man’s cold hand.

“Milo. Nice to meet you.” Milo couldn’t help but broaden his smile. It appeared that his night wasn’t going to straight to hell after all. It just made a detour.

“So, do you come here often?” Olivier tapped his fingers on his glass and watched Milo nurse his drink happily.

“No, not really. I just go wherever my addiction takes me…I only ended up because I needed something to do, just to waste some time.”

“Waste time? Oh, stop me if I’m being intrusive.” Olivier quickly waved his hand as he noticed a quick change in Milo’s expression. Milo’s eyes narrowed and stared at his empty glass. Taking a hint, Olivier ordered another round of drinks for himself, but mostly for Milo.

The two men sat in silence for a while. They could hear sporadic sounds of laughter and crying coming through the music in the bar. The rain outside slowed slightly, but the entire atmosphere was drearier than normal. At the bar, glasses began to pile up one by one. Olivier’s count: 4. Milo’s count: 17. At this point, Olivier was extremely glad that this was a cheap tavern.

“You asked me why I come here, right?” Milo looked up from his mountain of glass and stared at Olivier with glazed over eyes. Olivier peered over his shoulder, slightly drowsy from having absolutely nothing to do for a few hours.

The question is why am I still talking to you? “Yeah, I did ask that a while ago.”

“I only come here because of my family. I love them, and I know they love me too, but whenever I’m around them, I feel the need to drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink…” Milo kept repeating himself until he finally talked himself to sleep.

“Hey, hey!” Olivier shook Milo in a futile attempt to wake him up. Shit, first I pay for his drinks, then he gets stinking drunk, and now I have to get him home…Yes, I am Mr. Lucky.

“Hey, do you know him or where he lives?” Olivier asked the bartender, who clearly had no idea about the identity of his young, inebriated friend. He had no choice but to take Milo home with him. The prospect of bringing a man to Olivier’s home never bothered him. It was when they were drunk that sent chills down his spine. Because of his last drunken visitor, Olivier was still finding traces of vomit in his imported rug.

Even though Milo was almost the same height as Olivier, he was considerably skinnier and extremely easy to carry. Olivier carried Milo with one of Milo’s arms on his shoulder, being careful not to get his new acquaintance’s legs snagged on something. The weather outside was still bleak, but at least Olivier could see and hail a cab in order to get home quickly.

The ride was excruciating. In between arguing with the cab driver over the fare and wincing every time the taxi skidded on the wet road, Olivier had to make sure Milo was still conscious and did not swallow his tongue. Once they finally reached the apartment building, Olivier was more than happy to walk into the heavy rain. He dragged Milo’s lifeless body into the building, carrying him carefully over the stairs and into the loft elevator. Occasionally Milo made sounds and body movements signaling that he was still alive, making the atmosphere, in simplest terms, very creepy.

Olivier finally was able to open his apartment door and dump the dead weight he was carrying onto the sofa. The apartment was grand and had every product made in the 21^st century. Nothing about this apartment was cheap and it all came as lovely presents from Olivier’s johns.

He walked slowly into the loft and placed Milo carefully on the sofa. As he laid him down, he couldn’t help but look into his face. When he wasn’t drinking his life away, Milo was actually…attractive. His brown hair was slightly drier and sat softly on his face. His clothes clung to him in a way that showed off his body. Olivier changed his damped clothes and put Milo into a pair of his old pants. Even though he was doing this out of the sheer kindness of his heart (and with the thought of being responsible for letting a stranger die in his home from pneumonia), Olivier couldn’t help but to smile at the man’s body. He placed a blanket onto the sleeping visitor and headed off to his room for some needed sleep.

~*~*~

The sun managed to peak into the apartment behind the clouds. It sent warmth up Milo’s body, causing him to stir and finally regain consciousness.

“Ah, welcome back to reality sleeping beauty.”

Milo shot up in the sofa and stared at the half-dressed man staring down at him. His head was spinning from the sudden action, but he had more important things on his mind such as why is he waking up in a strange man’s living room?

“Where am I and why am I here?!” Milo looked down at his body and then twitched his head towards Olivier’s topless self.

“What happened to my clothes? What did you do to me?!” Milo yelled and moved quickly to the door.

“What did I do to you? Did a miserable drunk just ask me what did I do to him?! I could have left you in the bar, wasted, and not give a damn about what happened to you next. If anything, I could have let the bartender toss you onto the street and let you die on the street!”

Olivier moved closer and closer to Milo and slammed his hand on the door to keep Milo from leaving. He leaned his face in, until they were only a foot apart from each other. Milo could Olivier’s warm breath on his face and was utterly caught in his glare.

“I changed your clothes, gave you mine, let you sleep on a sofa that is probably worth more than your existence, and you repay me with a ‘what did you do to me?’ What do you think happened to you?” Olivier pinned Milo with his hands, knowing that he was too weak to try anything.

“Do you think I drugged you, brought you back to my place, and played with your body? Do you think that while you were unconscious, I made you my little sex toy and defiled you in ways that you could never imagine? Do you wonder if I made you moan with delight?” Olivier brushed his cheek against Milo’s face, causing Milo to shudder with either terror or pleasure, at this point he couldn’t tell. Olivier tugged at Milo’s ear with his teeth and spoke softly, making sure that his guest heard every word.

“Well I hate to disappoint you, but I never touched you.” Olivier brought his hands up and held Milo’s face so that he stared into his dark eyes as he rested his head on Milo’s forehead. He opened his mouth delicately, as he leaned in as if he were going to kiss Milo.

“You’re just not my type.”

Olivier walked away and headed into his room, leaving Milo slumped over on the floor, hung-over, confused, terrified, and slightly aroused.

This was going to be a very interesting day.

The Glorious Day of My Birth! (hehe)

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 02:52:35 GMT

Well today was my long awaited 18th birthday! Woke up uber-excited today and actually left my house at 6:30 in the morning with a smile on my face. Went to school in a brown-black-red-white dress and met Shakespeare at my locker frustratingly putting paper on my locker. Unfortunately I came too early, so I had to wander around the locker room until she was done since she refused to have me look at what she was doing haha.

I was overloaded on candy all day. If I get a cavity or excessive blood sugar, I have my lovely friends to blame :P. Received massive hugs and ruined Norma's surprise hug (had to turn around and act like I didn't see her so that she could attack me. Payback for me attacking her Monday for her kick-ass show at Fordham hehe).

Came back home, went to AP Calc tutoring. Was attacked by Becky and Jason with even more massive hugs. I think one of my ribs are broken...

Came back home for the final time and ate a huge piece of one of the most decadent chocolate-frosted golden cake ever. I think it got me high since I crashed from a sugar rush 5 minutes after finishing it o_O.

Just imagine...in three years I'll be 21 yrs old and in my third year at MIT. Life is good.

"What a minute, that's not my vagina!" ~ Nova in Health class

Attack of the 5'6 Anal Bitch

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 23:29:52 GMT

Today was hilarious.

Met up with Norma downtown to catch Pan's Labyrinth. On the way, some old woman on the bus said I had a lovely "cell-phone voice." Caught the movie and enjoyed all of it's greatness. It was an awesome adult fairy tale where pregnant women bleed to death, men have their faces smashed in with beer bottles, and little girls are shot in the stomach. Such a whimsical movie!

Afterwards went Norma came with me to Borders to buy this great notebook so that I can write my slashy fics (hehehe) and look at the store's readily available books on Carma Sutra: Autoerotic Sex, How to Be a Stripper, and The Book of Sex all in the front of the store.

Later, we went to the fanciest McDonald's ever in existence. The tables were clean; there were Renaissance paintings on the wall; and a real Pianist. An honest to God piano player in McDonald's. And I thought I've seen it all...

Caught the train home and met an anal rententive bitch. Norma zoomed onto the train in order to grab some seats. Somewhere on the way, an anorexic bobble-head with eyes the size of dinner plates stops in front of Norma and said "That was so rude." Norma's response: a shrug, a "Yeah I know", and a fuck-off facial expression. My response: attempts to keep from laughing too hard. The entire ride, this woman keeps looking at us. She was so enamored by our beautiful, girlish skin that she couldn't look away. There was one point when her eyes irritated me so much, that I just had to stop, glare at her, shake my head, and keep right on talking. Even when she got off the train, the tramp wouldn't stop staring at us. She's probably going to call her boyfriend to bitch and moan. Poor guy...

"If that's his salami, does that mean the woman will be making mayonnaise?"

Kiss my ass 2006. 2007 is my new lover.

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 05:04:52 GMT

Well isn't this a merry time. It's New Year's Day. Hip hip! Yeah...

The year 2007 couldn't have come any sooner.

This is the start of a new beginning. I will be graduating and forever leaving my shit-hole of a school in 6 months. I will be starting my first days at MIT in September. I will be moving after 13 years to a completely new place. I will be able to start anew.

What has 2006 given for me? Besides CMU and MIT, a heaping bag full of nothing.

I can't wait to see what else this New Year brings for me. I'm hoping that it's the best year of my life.

Happy New Year's and so long 2006. I'm off to eat my weight in brownies.

"What a great way to start off the new year by watching a show about the Apocalypse."

Merry Day-After-Christmas!

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 16:39:52 GMT

Let's recap the last moments of this year:

Last week of school was filled with Christmas gifts, never-ending hugs, chocolate treats, California rolls, and Chicken teriyaki. The end of the year Mass was more useless than normal. Endured the never-ending lecutures with Norma as we made off-color (and unholy) jokes during Mass. Found out I made the principal disappointed because I wore jeans to church. Found out I didn't give a damn. Went to Tomo's afterwards with Norma, Amber, Blessing, Lynette, Madeline, and Stacey. Had an oh-so-delicious Bento Box ^_^.

Saturday to Sunday, spent the night at Maddy's house with Lynette, who was 4 hours late of course. Played the Wiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Discovered I can kick virtual ass in Boxing. Played with Cowboy even though he mostly sat on the floor meowing. Ate, saw Rocky, and then came home in time for the best day of the year...

CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up at 5:40 a.m. to open my presents. Got The Sims 2 Pets and played from the wee hours in the morning till an hour before midnight. My mom thought I looked dead just sitting in my chair staring at the computer. I was actually in a Sim-induced coma hehe.

So yeah, now I'm off to play the game and waste my life some more.

"It's a leopluradon, Charlie!"

My Heart Stopped Pumping Blood

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 19:13:16 GMT

Well this entire week has been very interesting.

Since Sunday, I've made a crapload of art for Cooper Union today for an art program. I hope I get in. I miss finger painting ^_^.

School seemed to not even exist this week. I've been so preoccupied with everything else. Preparing for the Christmas concerts and Cooper Union interview just sucked away all of my time.

I'm pretty sure I have something important to say today... Oh yeah.

I got into MIT.

"I think my heart just stopped pumping blood to my brain..."

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 23:26:56 GMT

I got DSL, bitches.

Never Again

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 13:24:33 GMT

Hmmm...I last posted on Norma's B-day, so I guess I'll summarize this week (like I'm summarizing from the 5th of November. Hmmm...Vendetta reference...ha)

Saturday was Norma's party! We went to the AMC Theater to watch Happy Feet. It was hilarious, but interrupted by someone's baby crying incessantly -_- I was so tempted to scream shut the hell up, but Ramon tricked himself into falling off a cliff so I used my energy to laugh. After the movies, we were supposed to go to Tomo's for some delicious Japanese food, but we ended up calling the wrong restaurant and harrassing them. So it was off to pizza and Cold Stone Ice Cream (their ice cream is positively orgasmic). Most people left after the food, but I stayed with Norma et family and Stacey to go to Toy's R Us for Gabby. It was packed with way too many people that smelled and reminded me of roaches. Bought Gabby some stuff and it was off to sleepy-land at home.

Sunday, attempted to do my two term papers but didn't feel like it.

Monday, school. Finished Health paper and got 4 hours of sleep.

Tuesday, school. Exhausted all day and managed to finish my English paper.

Wednesday, gave up on going to school. Like I'm going to get only 3 hours of sleep just to go to school for 4 hours. Missed out on Tomo's though -_-.

Thursday, TURKEY DAY! It would have been my favorite eating day of the year if certain relatives didn't come over. My "cousin" came over with her two rat children and robbed my family out of all of our food. After filling their ugly faces, they sat back on the couch and stayed there from 4 to 9 p.m. I was so ready to slit my wrists and end it all. The smallest and ugliest child kept harrassing me all day, stuffing her face with all of the chocolate in the house, rolling on the floor like a pig, and asked me if she could have my Sims 2 game. I stared at her and told her outright, no. The oldest one put a dent in our couch by leaning her big, bald head on the arm of the couch. The filthy mother was dropping candy wrappers on our CLEAN floor and had the nerve to say insulting things to my family. Thank God my grandmother doesn't care about being subtle and put that bitch in her place. They finally left when the rest of us kept asking them when they are leaving. The mother left after having the nerve to say that her hideous daughter is gonna grow up to look like me. Now, I am in no way conceited but I am hell of a lot prettier than that child would ever hope to be.

Friday, after the fiasco on Thursday, my family and I cleaned up and relaxed knowing that those swine would never come back to our home, EVER. I was supposed to do my homework then, but I was too exhausted.

Today, I'm actually starting my homework because I have nothing else better to do.

Okay I'm done. No pic for today, never had the chance. I will, though, start the first chapter of my story finally and post it tomorrow.

"Look Keanna, you are going to grow up and look just like Bianca!" "Yeah, you wish."

Three Cheers for Tyranny and Unapologetic Apathy

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 03:52:38 GMT

Hmm...what am I doing again? Oh yeah! Here's some of my latest sketches. I credit my new artistic stamina to Accio Brain! I love that website. Anywho, enjoy the sketches.

Tootles ^_^

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything Harry Potter. I own all of these badly drawn pictures.

Here are two Malfoy pics: the first is a sketch of a pic off the net and the other is my own horrible creation hehe.

Here are some Happy B-day pics for Norma:

"Patar unga Squog!"

Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out of Me

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 23:47:23 GMT

Why am I making this update? Because 1) I am overdue. 2) I have trés importante nouvelles (pretty sure that's in the wrong order :P). 3) I'm avoiding my homework.

Most important thing I have to say: COLLEGE APPLICATIONS ARE FRIGGIN' DONE! Now I can kick back and let the slow panic of getting a rejection letter set in.

Another Announcement: STOOPID STANDARDIZED TESTS ARE DONE! Bye-bye SAT with all of your measurements of trivial knowledge that would never help me pass a real High School or College test. Au revoir ACT, even though you did test useful things...I still didn't like using the 2% of my brain that's actually active.

Is this really an announcement?: I'm drawing and writing again! I've left my dry period (that sounded weird...) of being creatively inept forever! Or at least another couple of days >_<.

So yeah, that's it. I'm back to listening to The Black Parade and doing AP Physics homework.

All That Glitters, is not Gold. Or any other precious metal. It could just be glitter...

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 13:03:43 GMT

September 20
~ Gold Day!
Same thing as Blue Day except it's gold. Classes went by like it was the first day of school again. We learned absolutely nothing. I'm pretty sure I had an AP Physics test that day. If I did, then I probably didn't pass haha. We got out a little early for the freshman assembly, giving more time at home to sleep, eat, sleep, then sleep some more.

September 21
~ Blue and Gold Day!
Yay it's a mixture of everything! Still haven't gotten my sweater, so I guess I won't get it until October 31st. I did something in school today, but honestly, I'm drawing up blanks.

September 22!!!!!!
~ RING DAY!!!
The best day of the year besides graduation! I came to school extra early to give my freshie sisters their candy and claim my spot at the swings (even though the playground didn't open until almost 8:15). When the ceremony was about to start, every single senior was outside screaming, laughing, and dancing. Norma, Lynette, Madeline, Blessing, Stacey, Krystle, Crystal, and I all stayed by the gate doing random things and trying to get Maddy to scream. when it was officially time to go start the day, I was so ready to run across the street like a mad woman and scream till my throat explodes. Running around in circles is the best thing to do on Ring Day. Screw the rings and meaningful symbolism, all I want to do is run around, shout "07!", and laugh at the younglings.

The Mass was possibly the most boring and overly sympathetic part of the day. There was a part of the Mass where the girls would go up, talk about their ring's meaning, and yadda yadda yadda. At least 20+ people went up and talked about the same thing. "This ring represents *tear* my friends who stood by me, *sob* my lovely years at Aquinas *cry* and my future years outside of high school *choke*. I just want to say this ring represents everyone here *gasp for air* and that I love you mommy! *collapse*." It got to the point where the priest didn't even want to hear any more and started telling people not to come up. Norma and I sat through the entire thing laughing our arses off. "Have you noticed that none of the Honors girls are up there?" "It's because we don't care enough about feelings."

After that, we all returned to the circle outside, received final blessings, screamed some more, and the entire thing was over. Norma, Lyn, Maddy, Blessing, Stacey, and I then went back to Manhattan to go to Tomo's for some grub. Two bowls of ramen, two bento-boxes, one chicken teriyaki, and one Yakiniku Don dishes later, we were stuffed beyond belief. Poor Lynette looked like she was going to barf into her gigantic ramen bowl if she had to eat one more bite. After some gratuitious sex jokes and confuzzlement over why $52 didn't add up to $56, we were off to my place to retrieve my chapstick from my house. No it's not silly that we walked 10+ blocks back to my place to get my chapstick. I needed it 'cause my lips were hurting real bad >_<. On our way there, our Catholic school heritage kept showing since we somehow kept ending up in two-by-two in two neat little lines. Probably the funniest moment of the day, and the most random moment, was when we were walking down the block to my house and Norma exploded with either hot chocolate or coffee after I said "Hey you guys! We're all going to do something!" It was the funniest thing of all time because it was just so random hahaha. After that we made it upstairs, to my room, then back downstairs and to the subway again. Norma, Blessing, and Stacey all went home while Lynette, Maddy, and I had to go back to school for orchestra.

Well I'm done with my insanely long entry. This means another one won't come along until November.

Tootles ^_^

My, My, Look at the Clouds Go By

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 20:53:19 GMT

It appears that I have been so busy (lazy) that I have forgotten to update my journal! I am dreadfully sorry to all (not really) for leaving them in the dark about my life (I doubt they care XP).

Let's do this in an orderly fashion.

September 1 - 2
~ Spent the night at Lynette's house with Maddy.
~ Ate a ton of food.
~ Watched Lito make suggestive comments to his grandmother.
~ Watched Lito sexually harrass his mother.
~ Watched Lito get beat up by Lynette.
~ Saw Accepted and cringed from the thought of actually sitting in a theatre watching Accepted.
~ Cried from forgetting to bring DDR.
~ Scared shitless of mother when I came home after dark.

September 7 - 8
~ First days of school.
~ Met up with the old gang.
~ Started the year off by being depressed after a guidance assembly. Basically said, "You are all losers, go to community college now."
~ Switched from Art to AP Calculus. I still don't know why I dropped an easy A for a second math course. Guess I'm just a sado-masochist.

September 9
~ Started I-LEAD again and went to the retreat.
~ Even though only a handful of people showed up, I still had fun.
~ Climbed trees, hung from ropes, and laughed my ass off at Ronnie's antics.
~ HAD REAL FOOD!!! Bye-bye pizza. Hello chicken, rice, and fruit punch.

September 11 - 16
~ First full week, and I already feel like it's May. Tired from absolutely nothing.
~ I probably did something interesting this week, but I can't remember a thing >_<.
~ Met with Becky on Saturday in the middle of the night so I could get back my college essays. During the entire time, I kept one eye on Becky and my stuff, and the other eye on the radioactive rats running around me. *blech*

September 17 - 19
~ Went shopping at Party City on 14th street and fell in love with the costumes. If I didn't have to wear a uniform, I would wear a Halloween costume all year ^_^.
~ Finalized and sent off my first college application. Now only 999 more colleges to go.
~ Celebrated Blue Day today, random day where seniors get to dress up like circus performers. I had the perfect wig with black and blue pigtails. With the wig and excessive amounts of makeup, I looked like an anime character hehe.
~ The whole day went by like a day-dream. Nothing happened and I stayed in my own perfect little blue world.

I have a finally caught up with everything that's happened, and I'm probably missing more. Ah well, time to return to my non-virtual world -_-.

"Your face is on the same level as my ass, so I suggest you start kissing it."

I Can't Find My Fairy Wings

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:41:59 GMT

In the past couple of days, I have risked my life by cleaning my room. FIVE bags of old college letters and school work were thrown out. And as fate would have it, I'm still not finished >_<.

Aside from unearthing papers from the 20th century, I've been sick for a couple of days. Sleep and an apetite went on vacation for awhile until I almost passed out today. I've haven't stuffed my face since last week. Now I probably won't stop eating until I'm healthy again or my stomach successfully explodes.

Picked up my program from the place that is responsible for my education. I was welcomed with some lovely news. Ms. Mirenda is my Homeroom teacher! Isn't that grand?! Isn't that just f'ing fun?! If I couldn't deal with her in class last year, there's no way I'm going to be able to do it again. Maybe if her classroom wasn't on the third floor, I may be okay, but it's not so I'm not. Out of six classes, I only know three teachers. Well, I actually talk to only two. I just know who the other one is.

Yesterday I received my evaluation from CMU. To hear Drew say that my map was "easily one of the best" maps made sent a shock through my entire body. And to think, this whole time I was simply dropping items and enemies into places that looked pretty. ^_^ Yay! I have something for my resumé!

Well that's it. I'm off to find people who are at least in one of my classes.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak American."

I'm You're Starshine

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 01:09:00 GMT

I have become a virtual shut-in. Is it because the real world scares me, forcing me to retreat into a virtual world of rampaging Monsters and colorful arrows? Is it because I'm too physically weak to move my legs, bringing me to the outside world?

It all has to do with a horrible condition called Boredom that is caused from having nothing to do. It can strike at any moment in person's life when that same person is incapable of finding something to occupy their mind. Boredom is terrifying and is a plague on the world's youth.

Please, if you want to help out, you can send donations to the Save-a-Bored-Child Foundation. Simply leave a comment with your bank account number, and we will take care of the rest.

Thank you all.

Magnificent.

And Now for Something Completely Different

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 22:57:48 GMT

Here are the things that made today, unique:

~ Had a dream that started with myself eating a sandwich and ending with a woman throwing her baby at me and running away. >_< Yeah...

~ After having my computer for two years, I finally found the hole to put in my headphones. I felt a mix of pride and pure shame. It was mostly shame -_-.

~ I was offered soda by a crazy old woman on the bus who constantly picked stuff off of her clothes.

~ While food shopping today, I was constantly reminded of why I hate children and why birth control is the way to go. "Fuck you daddy!" o_O

~ Women with beards scare me...

~ Crackheads with Windex and access to a bathroom only leads to 30 minutes of asking, "What the fuck is he doing in there?!"

And that's it.

(> '-')> "Kirby Power!"

Catch me, I'm dying.

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 05:08:07 GMT

It's a little past midnight, so it's the perfect time to update my journal.

After talking to some of my friends over the last couple of days, I just realized that I no longer have an interesting life. *excuse me if that sounds slightly suicidal*

Once all of my stories from the summer are told and my friends cease to take interest in them, my life will once again become normal. I think that scares me more than anything else.

I have absolutely nothing to do with my life. Once school starts, homework and college will consume every fiber of my being. Slowly, the mundane will work its way back into my existence. Lovely...

I think this year, my last year in high school *w00t*, I'm going to do something different. I'm tired of sitting aside and letting everything pass by. I've passed up too many opportunities to let my life take a different turn.

You are possibly looking at the beginnings of something wonderful! Or a complete disaster waiting to crash down from the sky and obliterate everything in its path. Ouch... If anything too bad happens, I'll just curl up into a ball and hope the world goes away.

*completely off topic*
I need to see PotCDC again. >_< Jack Sparrow. Must see.

Piccys

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 01:14:01 GMT

Here are some of the pictures. Enjoy ^_^

	Sunset In Pittsburgh I took this on the cruise ship.
	Kenny, Nate, and Sara It looks like only Ken had a good time lol
	Mike and Kenny Random picture I took while they were talking to Nick. Ha.
	Nate Nate in the lounge.
	Nick and Mike Once again, I took another random shot of those two talking lol
	Sami Sami and Guitar Hero. Oh yeah, Nate's head is in the corner.
	Trevor and Ben More Guitar Hero, w00t!

I'm Back ^_^

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 18:07:35 GMT

Well, my fun summer officially ended 9:00 last night. The minute I came home, I realized how much I actually liked the program. I can honestly say that I miss CMU, the people I met (and liked), and all of the freedom I had there. I felt like a real college student and enjoyed it. Now that I'm back at home, though, I once again feel like a 5 year old on a leash. Love my family to death, but I'd rather be on my own.

Trying to inform my friends about all of things that have happened during the summer has probably been the hardest thing to do. Things that were hilarious at the time only merit a giggle from my New York friends. I become so exasperated trying to tell them every little detail, and yet they still don't seem to get it.

In about 45 minutes, my random pictures of Pittsburgh will be developed so I'll probably make another post later. Until then, I'm off to go play the Sims for the rest of the day ^_^.

"Stop undressing me with your eyes!" ~ CMU Summer Quote