Fuebi would like to note that while her view on the world consists of everyone being a lowly piece of poo, she does like to believe that there are little pieces of white heat that make you feel warm and happy.

So my sister is reaching that age where the world is a big bloc party and while I don't completely disagree with that I find it hard to let my little sister go. Despite the fact that in earlier years I hit her with a can opener over the head, I love her very much at this point. It pains me to see her cry.

Boys are mysterious creatures that I tend to avoid, except to be friends with...only friends. So my sister is in the computer room with her friend and this one boy, this one boy who is pretty cool in my books; he has humor and knows how to take a joke...except for that one time I called him gay and we were in a spiraling circle of him giving me the finger and which case I would just be like "What the fuck?"

But we're past that, he's cool in my books. So now he and my sister (apparently) like each other. When he leaves I go into the computer room and my is sister is sitting on the couch, and I ask her "What's up?" and...yeah... Protective Sister Mode, initiated.

She has this glistening look in her eyes and I start to freak out in my head, I mean, what the fuck happened, right? She tells me this Boy and her are such good friends, and he really doesn't want to ruin that. I hug my sister with my sarcastic humor and what not until I make her laugh. I then ask her "Aren't I the greatest sister in the world?" because I'm a sick fuck like that.

What? Her friend agrees! She thinks I'm an awesome sister, because instead of beating and insulting her, I just...act all motherly and what not. I like when I have to do that, I feel happy when I comfort her...awwww... I'm oozing with fluff!  

In other words I'm reading "Boys" by Casey V and am now in a mosh pit known as the 90's... intense

No, seriously, look at that. It's amazing. I'm a boring little wannabe that wants all these views on her page. And until I get more popularity on the interwebz, it ain't gonna happen. Poor little girl, sittin' by herself, dreamin' up a storm. Let's get something straight (God, why do I keep thinking I'm actually talking to anyone?), I have a firm belief in supporting others; I do, I seriously do. I find it mildly irritating that while I've been reading fanfiction since I was TEN that I still haven't got IT and it would be nice to know how I can get IT.

My plots are stupid and retarded and I always feel like an idiot when I type out the outline, re-read it, and find that "Holy shit, this is CRAP" and proceed to cut myself because I get that obsessive. When I do things, I want to be good at them INSTANTLY, which is probably why I don't do many sports (I would do vollyball except short shorts are frightening) except for softball. I guess this is also why I started AMV editing. I knew the basics, and now I consider myself pretty good, still a noob, but a noob with some skills. So why do I consider myself a dumb fuck when writing fanfiction? Because I'm an emo who wants 1000 reviews.

So now all I want to do is listen to angry music like fucking Nine Inch Nails or Linkin Park, fuck. 

So there you go. This is me, angsting once again about my fanfiction writing skills.

HA! I love the video games we got for the WII! Holy crap; got a game called "No More Heroes?" SO. MUCH. FUN! The swearing, the innuendos, the voice acting, the personalities! Oh god.

OH! And I also got Okami, which is great and everything, but I haven't really gotten around to playing it. Only the first portion, and that's not sayin' much. Also got Rock Band. I like the drums...so much fuuuuuun.

So I hope you all had a joyous Christmas! 

And a happy New Year and shite XD

Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Holidays, please go to my channel on youtube.

FuebiInnuendo

I made an AMV just for the season.

I hope you all like it! 

I'm trying to write my Christmas Fanfiction and make my Christmas AMV. Though the Fanfiction is going much better 'cause I seem to find inspiration better when writing; plus we're in a Snow Storm. Also listening to the Mamma Mia! music helps too.

Shut up.

It's a good movie and I enjoy it. But now I'm watching that movie Mermaid. The one with Cher in it? Yeah, pretty hardcore.

OMG IT'S SNOWING, AND IT'S STICKING, AND I'M SO COLD BUT IT'S THE FACT THAT ITS ACTUALLY SNOWING HERE IN CANADA, BC! YES, OMG YES.

And I'm watching a movie called "She's All That" with Rachel Leigh Cook, the chick that voices Tifa, and the main character name is ZACK! WHOA!

SIMPLE PLEASURES!

It's at this point in time I come to sudden realizations. At this time of night I have sudden epiphanies that throw me for a loop. Sudden shocks of knowledge that knock me to my feet. I don't know why, but I realized today that I'm starting to hate my Ex. And god I hate to call him that; it makes him sound so fucking inhuman it's not even funny. What I would really like is for me to have a nice guy that isn't annoying...nice, pretty, funny, but not on a gross level. But what girl doesn't want that? Peoples images are so distorted it's fucking stupid.

I want to be able to walk down the hall without thinking of the next time something will show up. Why is it that High school is supposed to be the best years of your life, when for a lot of us it isn't? Not really, at least. There are so many problems that people just need to get off their chest. I don't know why this happens, but Nameless Girl # 3 came up to me and started asking me for advice. I don't know why, she could have asked NG#1, NG#2, or NG#4. No, she came to me. When people ask me "What can I do?" I think in my mind, "Wow, what the fuck? You did this to yourself, it's your fucking fault for doing this to yourself, and you're only wanting fucking attention. I hate you"

But of course the fact of the matter is that I didn't say that to NG#3, so I told her to just keep doing what she's doing. I hate this; sure it makes me feel sort of mature that people come to me for advice, but what the fuck? I'm an immature little prick that reads, and writes porn. Why would you go to me for advice?
( I can only assume that my Dad is the cause of it all. )

My family and I went out today and ate at IHOP. I do not like IHOP. I do not know why, I just do. Another thing that we did today was go to the Asian Mall. Okay, I'm not trying to be racist, but it's the truth. It was the Chinese part of town. Downtown Richmond and I wanted to go into the store, so we did and I bought two little Japanese stationary's and they are so cute it's hard not to kill.

So after all that we got home, did some work, and I GOT TO GO UP INTO THE ATTIC! OMGYUS! So that was totally kick ass because it is so freaky up there you have no ideas. My dad would always make jokes about dead uncles being in the attic? Yeah, awesome. So I was up there taking down all the Christmas shit and I then have to get down which is much harder then going up but, whatever, I can do it. I just had to aim for the small metal platform that could tumble over any second. YUS!

Well after all that shit was down we started setting up. You should see my living room. The tree is up (Fake tree, Canadian Tire. Go. Now), ornaments are hung, cookies are made (YES! COOKIES! FROM MY FATHER) and after all is done I look at it all and start to get that sureal feeling. We even had that stupid Holiday Radio Station playing on the TV. You totally lose yourself in all the different renditions of "Winter Wonderland" it's amusing. 

You know what I asked for, for Christmas? An Organization Cloak. You know what I'm not gonna get? An Organization Cloak. Naw, I'm just kidding. I'm pretty sure that even if I don't get it I won't be that upset, my parents just don't see why I want something I'll only wear at Anime Evolution. It's a shame they don't know the way of the Fangirl/Otaku.

Well, that's about it really. If there was anything else I wanted for Christmas it was a Video Camera, but my Mom totally ruined my birthday and told me she's getting me one then. Oh well, I've really wanted a Video Camera for a long time now.

I find this all funny because I'm Half Jewish XD

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Okay, so I had a panic attack yesterday.

Shortness of breath, feeling of impending doom, the whole package.

I recieved this from stress. Stress over school, stress over life

I totally wikied panic attack and checked out all the symbtoms and causes. Yeah, freaky shit. My dad saw me and was like, "Yeah, you're having a panic attack," and I tried to choke out something like, "WHAAAAATTT?!?!" but it was more like, "*wheeze* wh! *cough* t! *wheeze*" (Devil Madison and Angel Madison are actually CONSOLING EACH OTHER)

I only assume that I have many more panic attacks to go.

I only got one because of school and the amount of workthat was pileing up, so now I'm going to start going to I Block to help start doing my fucking homework. Hold up, gotta breathe for a sec.

Okay, well that's pretty much it. Of course I know I'm bitching to no one, so yeah, whatever, I'm just venting, no need to pay attention to me, it's not like anyone will actually care, am I right? Who ever does hear about my panic attack will be like, "I'm having the same problem as you! How come YOU'RE getting speacial treatment?!" (Not pointing any fingers, but Devil Madison is)

However, people who feel like complaining? They can shove their complaint right up their fucking ass and eat their god damn humble pie and not try to fix my fucking problems because it's not their fucking problem to fucking fix, they need to fix their own fucking problem, GRAH FUCKING GOD DAMNIT JUST GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF, I'M HAVING A BAD FUCKING MONTH

*Goes to emo in the corner*

I saw meself some Twilght-sizzle mo fizzle hommies. It was damn sexy. Too damn sensual that I just had to take me up and think of a few more plot-izzles for my fanfi-zzles.

Enjoy the spur of the moment gangsta lingo.

It will not happen again.

Maybe.

Oh and I'm re-watching Digimon 02! You know the one with Daisuke? Or Davis? Veemon? All the good stuff.

I've ruened it for them because I slash almost every boy in anime. Old or new.

Srs Buisness.

Let's just say that you are in a class room (Science, to be specific) and you're doing your work, "hm, ho, lade da" and what not, and you find that there is a certain question that you do not understand.

But this is irelavent, for I wasn't the only person to have some major difficulty with the question, oh no. You will find that through out the day I encountored two gay memories that will stay in my mind for years to come. 

The question, and the being having trouble with it, was not a Dumbass, no, he was a Dumbfuck. So Dumbfuck's friend, Short Kid, comes over and tries to help him out with his homework. Ome is in this class with me. And...well...we'll get there

Welp, two things happen. First I look up, and find that Dumbfuck is putting his arm around Shortkids waist. Well, I take heed to this situation and Ome soon follows. The second thing that happened, was the erie feeling of someone was watching me laughing, and giggling. The teacher is staring at Tom with a nod of approval. No not one of those, "I agree with your homoerotic lifestyle and I support how you have hot steamy monkey butt sex everynight," No it was more of a "Oh, I always knew," Which is funny, because I think my radar would have gone off sooner or later, but it's hard when it's always going crazy. (Angel Madison grows muchrooms in the corner, and Devil Madison laughs manically)

The teacher then smiles and says, "You guys seem to be pretty close there, huh?" and the two just nod and Dumbfuck stops holding his waist. I nod towards Ome who is still giggling, much like I was.

Encounter Number 2 didn't happened less then 10 hours ago.

I was in my Planning class when two guys, (two of them I didn't know personally, but enough to know that they are both asses) one guy turning around in his seat, and the other smiles gaily (HA!) and starts giving the other a massage. I chortle out some kind of response to the friend at my side. One of the guys starts making the typical, "Yes, oh YES, more, don't stop, right there," and so on, and so on. 

How come this seems like I had a stroke of genius at that time? Well yeah, I started working on my UNKNOWN FANFICTION OF WONDER while snickering and thinkinf of all the gay things that had happened since the beginning of the year. Oh yes, I could write a book.

Chapter Eight of "My Mother is a Hair Dresser" is offically up. Go to Fanfiction.net to check it out.

You through the fucking lemons that won't leave you the fuck alone!

I wake up this morning, around maybe 7:15 and think I should get a least one chapter of  "Boys" in before I have to leave for school. I don't and get angry. So with the two minutes I have left I change my status on Facebook.

( Read more... )

To end a perfect day, I needed to top it all off with the cherry on top (note, this is all sarcasm). Being in Math class, I wanted to do my work. And I did, but that tipped the scale. Maybe it was because of this simple little jesture that I didn't sit beside my friend because I knew I wouldn't work, and I was in the working mood. 

( So I worked. )

the title actually comes from a real conversation between my two friends. One was doing the others hair, and she was in the chair. The lesser smarter person of the two said (without noticing) "Okay, pull out and look at me," the smarter friend (bless her little innocent/
Asian soul) looked at her and burst out laughing.

Me and my friend followed suit.

After that enamoring memory they forgot my Asian friends hair and decided to fuck around with mine. Now I have long hair, thick hair, which is usually blond underneath. So after two long hours, they curled my hair to perfection, and decided to show my parents. I was so mortified, but if not slightly interested. What would my parents say about my new do? I certainly liked it, and my two friends seemed to be pretty allured to know what my parents would think, so I went downstairs, blushing, and wanting to die (even though I really didn't have anything to die about) and revealed the hairdo to my parents.

They actually liked it. I sqealed, and after a while decided I wanted to bounce around. This wasn't a good idea because I was starting to grow a headache, and my face felt heavy because of the makeup my Asian friend decided to put on me (because she was bored). My face weighed tons, my hair weighed tons. Now I knew what my mother felt like. Seeing as she was a red headed curly buster to begin with, and usually has tons of makeup on considering she went to a makeup...college...thing...

But who wants to hear about my hair, seriously?

So I'm in the middle of English Class right now actually, supposed to be typing up an Essay on a certain protagonist from the many stories we have already read. I chose the "Tell-Tale Heart" only because of the writing style that totally makes you go GRAW in love of it. I love Edgar Allen Poe. The title (oh so cleverly thought up) of the essay is called "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" only because I thought it would add some kind of irony to the assingment.

Oh, and my fanfiction is coming along great. This entire weekend I just felt like writing, and I don't really like to write in Roxas's view anyway. I do think I swore too much, but it had to be done to signafy the point; to clarify really.

Other then that, I feel great. I made an AMV, in dedication, but I don't really like it...I actually HATE IT, but I'm going to upload it anyway...just to fill up space on my channel.

Okay, I gotta work on my essay, I actually feel like writing, so better take the chance while I still have it. XD

of course if I do get bored I'm going to fuck off and read "Boys" by Casey V. because it is the best Riku/Sora fanfic ever to be based in 1995. With a kick ass Roxas that I want to molest so badly it's not even funny. 

I got my hair cut today, and I specifically remember asking for a trim, heavier bangs, and a wash. Stupid bitch with thick Asian accent only cuts my bangs.

And I had the chance to get my hair cut like Lightning's!!!! X(

I'm angry now.

I'm stressed

I'm stressed beyond belief.

First off, I started making my Halloween costume with the pure intent on finishing it, but now it's only 2 days away from Halloween, do I doubt it would be ready by then.

Not only that but I don't have a sewing machine, which means I've had to go over to my friends house everyday this week to finish it. And her mom helps me, thank god, but every time I do something of my own accord, I fuck up some how. Today I did the lining, and, well fuck the skirt! I doesn't even look like anything yet! 

Then the week before we had parent teacher interviews, but my parents didn't go, so instead I get interm reports. I'm pretty much getting a C- or lower in every class except Math Essentials, Drama, and Guitar (no duh). Because I wan't to pass everything I need to start doing homework, but I can't do that if I have no time.

I have to go over to my friends house from 3:30 to 8:00 everyday this week, so when I get home I have no time to do fucking anything. It's amazing I was able to finish the little bit of homework I did.

I'm failing English with 32.5 percent because I don't bring in two things. One of the two things a stupid comic strip that's worth 15 MARKS! What the fuck!?!! So Yeah, that fucking sucks.

Socials is the worst, I don't care about English, if I actually got those two things in I would probably be bumped up to, maybe a low C-.

I'm failing Socials because I didn't do this test at the beginning of the term, and it was worth a lot. The day that I was supposed to do it she up and forgets, and I do too. I wanted to remind her, but now I have another test to study for, which I DIDN'T STUDY FOR and I'm failing that class with...I don't really fucking know!

I have no clothes to fucking wear because my sister keeps stealing them, which makes no sense because she has WAY MORE FUCKING CLOTHES THEN I DO!

So I don't have any clothes, and any clothes my sister has are all dirty with fucking food stains because she's a fucking slob.

And I keep fucking telling her to STOP WEARING MY CLOTHES, and I threaten her, I seriously do. Nothing to serious, but stuff to ruin her social network, which I would oh so love tooooooooooo.

I then had to go and do my skit today for Drama, which of course I ace, but I try to put on a hippy head band and I notice my hair is a fucking grease pit! I growled and took it off and did the fucking skit with a scowl on my face! 

I get home, stay up until Eleven and my mom comes home. I'm on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and I tell my mom that I don't want to fucking waste my time on the costume if I'm just going to get frustrated with the time limit. She says that she would look for a costume, which is what I wanted to do from the fucking BEGINNING!

I'm going to go die now.

I've started work on this thing...a fanfiction. At school I would sometimes write a little and now that I'm four pages in it...It think I should start actually putting it on word document.

Though I am getting distracted by "Those Lacking Spines" and Youtube in general. These are horrible yet delicious distractions |3

Now there are a few things you should know about my little fanfiction. It is insane. Drugs, magic, monkeys and banana's. Though I do believe that everyone that even passes it, or reads the summary would be, like, "FTW?" and all though I really do love it so far, and enjoy my Lemany Snicket writing style.

Enjoy my rant.

It's done. This...THING that I have put my SOUL into...is complete

Watch it...

NOW...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h327UY95OF8

I do believe I have not been up here in quite some time. I will tell you the reason for this.

I am working on THAT AMV. My AMV with the AKUROKU-liciousness. I hope you can forgive me, right? XD

Well other then that, my father got me the PSP Media Manager. I can now put music, movies, and some kinky yaoi and other various things on my PSP. 

Well, that's pretty much all I have to inform you about, other then that, my life is tettering on the edge of boring, I'm reading "Those Lacking Spines" (Whick is FILARIOUS) and writing as much as possible |3