The news is that I really don't know about this school thing. I really want to go, because I feel if I do it will get me out of this obvious rut I'm in. I won't sleep as much, I'll (possibly, maybe) be more focused, and I might even have the chutzpah to quit my job and find myself a better one, one that pays better and has longer hours. 

In other news, I'm in the works for a sequel for "The Man I Love" because I said so fight me.

I really do feel like writing it has gotten me out of my rut for writing but other then that, that's about it. Nothing in my life has really changed besides the weather and how much earlier it is when the sun starts to set. 

I haven't slept all night because I slept almost all day yesterday, so I'm going to try to exhaust myself today so I'll be too tired to try to fight my body clock and just sleep before 5 am. 

Oop, coffee mug is empty, must get refill. 

Other then all that, nothing. Except for not 'nothing' because there was this dude I thought I liked and then some stuff happened and I was surprised just how quickly I got over it. Like, I recovered in like a fucking day. I was really shocked with myself because, like, holy shit, I don't think this has ever happened before. I tend to dwell on things and I don't know how I did that. 

I feel bad for making a friend feel bad, I feel bad for making my friend have to choose between me and someone else. That was unfair, but I tend to get mean and selfish when I'm hurt. I still find the situation hilarious because I have never heard of anything like that happening. And that's what I called it, the "situation" and my friend laughed at me and I laughed at myself because, really, the situation. 

But I really do feel fine now. I think it has something to do with the fictional relationships I'm too emotionally invested in. Those seem to be a lot easier, and it's true, because writing that sequel thing has made me a lot better, has actually made me forget about my stupid situation. 

And for other people, I think they might look at me weirdly and be like, "Whut?" but it makes sense to me. I love writing out happiness for others, these fictional peeps who would, otherwise, never get their happiness. And it's satisfying to write it, it's like taking a really long drag of a cigarette and exhaling, it's like hitting a mother-fucking grand-slam and getting an out at home when the person is sliding into my glove. And it's like when I first did a parking job in my dad's car perfectly. 

It's all that satisfying shit and more, because it makes me smile when I play it all in my head, like it's my only little mini-flick. 

Oops my writer is showing. 

I'm afraid to change any of my icons in fear that I'll somehow get rid of the glitch of the 15 free ones I seemed to have obtained. I really want to add some Steve/Tony and Homestuck ones... Not too sure if I should. 

School is back for other people. Not me! I went to Langara and applied there for January. I'm really excited for it. I plan to take Film Arts: Writing, and Library and Information Tech. And maybe General Studies sometime later. 

I have also, suddenly and inexplicedly, become fond of Marvel, more specifically the Avengers. And more specifically, Steve and Tony :I (I still like the Young Avengers I swear, but Steve and Tony have that really wonderful homoerotic subtext that I am also so fond of) I am actually really fricking excited for the Avengers movie. I love RDJ as Tony and love Chris Evans as Steve Rogers ho god it's all so wonderful I can't contain my excitement. Steve and Tony are so cute I'm sorry world I can't stop. 

Please don't judge, just know that everything I touch turns to shipping. That's my super power. I make things gay for each other. In my head. It's nothing I should be all that ashamed of except I will never tell anyone ever. My friends already judge me enough for my crazy being and whatnot. 

Speaking of friends, everyone seems to be in school now, doing things because they're all so smart and here I am being all derp and wishing I was smart enough to at least get an average of 70+ percent on something. Baw man, I am so not smaaaaarrrrttttt. 

Though I am feeling better about all that, because I realized just the other day that I am very, very pretty. I may have some meat on me but I am pretty and I laugh when I go to the store because ;ALKSJFSD I own the world like a catwalk. No idea when this all happened. I attribute it to school ending. 

ALSOALSOASLO, it was very nice to have lunch with my favorite english teacher and the English troupe. Afterwards I bought a couple of comic books and has a very nice day. I, of course, have to visit Mr. B often. To annoy him. 

And that's about it. Have a good day everyone. 

I don't make a habit of watching anime all that much anymore, but No. 6 was sci-fi and looked pretty interesting so I took a chance and streamed that shit.


It is possibly the most homosexual, without being blatantly homosexual, anime I have ever seen. Lingering touches, holding of hands, dancing together, and being "the most important person to me" and being "drawn to you" is not something two bros usually do.


You can't get better gay undertones then in anime my friend. I promise you that.


In other news I had been watching a child for two weeks, from seven to five in the afternoon. It was brutal and god forbid I ever have any children of my own if they're going to end like that. No way, I will not let myself go through that again.


So, for about two days or so I've been watching my dad's place while he's been in Montreal doing stuff for my Bubby. Overall, the experience is like I'm living by myself, doing grown up things. Though I doubt watching for gay undertones in an anime is really considered grown up. 


It's been a handie little set up I've been given. I might even go to the store and buy myself some goddamn groceries because my father has no goddamn food in the house and he thinks 40 bucks is going to cover me for five days. There are essentials a house needs you guys, and 40 does not get you the essentials, really. 


My driving license experied and I need to get a temporary one and go for my N test before I feel like a failure.



And University. I still need to do that too. I'm really scared about that one. 

I think everyone's answer should be Nolan's Batman, or the original Superman movies. 

Least favorite would be Superman Returns. Terrible movie. Just terrible. 

 Madison drives a jeep. More specifically, she drives a jeep wrangler, red, that smells of fast food and the air freshener she uses to try to cover it up. Her car is by no means special, but it’s hers and she likes it. It took her approximately 100 plus hours of work in two different jobs, and both her Christmas and Birthday money to get her jeep, but she lives to think it was worth it. It was probably the only thing she could brag about. When people ask her “Why a jeep?” she likes to explain the idea that, for a person on the cusp of her youth, a jeep was something, an object, that nobody else would drive. Secretly, she imagines she’s in her parent’s first jeep. The picture of Madison’s mother and her as an infant in a jeep had motivated her to feel closer to that time, that era, of her life. Of course, it was hard to feel close to that part of her life, since, back then, she was only a newborn, and now it was 21 years later. It doesn’t stop her from thinking it’s the early 90’s and the radio is tuned in to a radio station that’s playing “Dreams” by the Cranberries.

It’s when she arrives at her school that she realizes that it’s not the early 90’s and the song that’s playing on the station is Lady GaGa’s “Pokerface.” She does not feel disappointed, she tells herself as she removes the key from the car.

 I've been reading this series called the "Rainbow" series by Alex Sanchez and while I laugh plenty, the writing leaves something to be desired but I'll be damned if I read only one book in the series and not finish the others. That is not how I roll. Not to mention the covers of the book are just atrocious. Just three guys on the cover. Just three guys staring at the camera. Just. Three. Guys. And not even all that handsome either. Ugh. 

( Heavy media shit under here. It's pretty interesting though. )

Cause I graduated. It was a really long, like, three hours. And of course I was the first one up. Cause my last name starts with AB and HUZZAH had to watch everyone while trying to discretely read shit on my phone. 

Though once we had to return our gowns these asshole twins were all "Oh come on let's just bounce already, I'm sick of being here, let's get a move on! Why're you all slow! Oh that's my check I'll take that," So I told them to hold their goddamn horses and that apparently makes me a stupid bitch. 

So I'm glad I never have to see any of them again, until my ten year reunion. By then they'll either be... strippers, or washed up... something or others. 

Of course all my buds are gonna be famous and my one friend is apparently going to take over the world, but not until I dance the apocalypse into the world. 

 Finished watching Justice League and I'm terribly depressed over it. I miss Mr. McDuffie. He contributed to the industry and now that he's dead I don't think my TV shows will ever have the same heart. 

And Ben Ten doesn't have a new episode either, because there's only 32 episodes in the second season, and they hit that quota, but there's still more they need to do. So now I don't have my Superhero League, and my Alien is on hiatus, and Hatsukoi is supposed to have 12 or 13 episodes, and we're already at 11. 

I guess there's always fanfiction. But of course all the ones I want are either A) written by twelve year olds, B) too little that I already read all the good ones, or C) haven't been updated in months to a year. I hate that last one. 

So, now all I gotta do is wait it out, or start contributing myself. Oh god I hate when I have to do that; I feel like my stuff is never up to par with everything else, and besides, I haven't been able to write anything decent in, like, a year. The only piece I've been able to put any emotion and tact behind is this stupid Superhero thing that's gay and stupid and was inspired by another Superhero gay thing. 

God, everything I touch turns to shipping. It's like, whatever I look at, I poison it. Oh lordy. It doesn't help that my friends make me feel guilty for doing so. 

Okay, time to do something productive. Like sleep, cause, y'know, it's almost 4 in the morning. 

 because it is quite bootylicious, and I whole heartily agree. And while on tumblr, while I was tumbling, I found this. 




Why did I find this hilarious? I almost peed myself laughing.