tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190157392009-07-12T19:50:22.108-07:00Crazy, insane, confused; a basket case. Not attached where it really counts, much like a door. And I'd help you out, but I didn't see where you came in. <p>You found me HOW?<br> 11/30/08: <i>Twilight</i><br> 09/17/08: <i>Where oh where (Hee Haw)</i><br> 06/25/08: <i>La Femme Nikita</i><br> 02/16/08: <i>Iron Jawed Angels</i><br> 02/10/08: <i>Liberty Mutual commercial</i><br></p>Unhingedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299084905191628448andreakingme@gmail.comBlogger324125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015739.post-26193714876993635172009-07-06T21:14:00.000-07:002009-07-06T21:33:10.187-07:00

Not much to write, I think I'm getting it all out in fan fiction. I'm working on two different pieces right now--my angsty WIP, and something humorous to balance out all that darkness. Plus, I've been nominated for an award!* Woo-hoo! I know I won't win, but it's nice just to be singled out in a fandom as huge as the Twilight one is.I haven't forgotten anyone, even though I haven't been making my

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Everyone's posting about and talking about Michael Jackson's death, and I figured I'd do a little post as well. I wanted to include a certain video, but couldn't find it on YouTube. And then I remembered I'd posted it here at Unhinged, so I tracked it down and was surprised at what I found. This is what I'd written:MJ: Hot DAMN. Sunday, August 03, 2008, 5:26 PMSo I signed on to the Internet as

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One of the things I like to do best in the whole wide world (not just HALF of the world, but the whole friggen world) is to laugh uncontrollably. You know the kind of laugh that steals your voice, your breath, makes you cry, makes your stomach ache? That kind.A few weeks ago, I got an email from a friend with a 40 second animated gif of a guy falling on a treadmill. I watched it over and over,

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I remember when I first saw this video as a kid. My mouth and eyes were wide as saucers--first by the screaming, spitting father (devil's spawn, surely), then by blondy. This video by Twisted Sister was hawt, scandalous stuff, shown when MTV was really (really, really) popular and us kids used to fall asleep watching videos. It was the thing to do.Forget the stereo, just turn the TV channel to

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I got a call today at work."Kepthsiturioueorsermlsjfluaek-sknnfn-showroom."Um, what?"What?" I asked."Keanu Reeves is in the showroom.""No! No way! You're kidding, right? Our showroom? Right now? Upstairs?""Yep.""I'll be right there!"clickSo me and my feet-dragging posse made like greased lightning for floor six. I broke into a sweat before we hit the elevator. Anybody who knows me knows that

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So my alarm went off this morning and I drug my bones out of bed, sleeeeeepy, still so sleeeeeepy. I hopped in the shower and thought about how I wished I was still in bed. I blew dry my hair, thought about what to wear, then leaned over to check out my cell phone because it has a clock on it and all. And because I was running late as usual.Then I noticed that it was SUNDAY.God help me when I

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He who has a why to live can bear almost any how -NietzscheI hope I won the lottery!!!!

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In the tenth grade, my English teacher read an assignment of mine out loud to the class -- a short story based on the book and movie titled Shane -- and later persuaded me to move to honors English. Well, between he and Oogie, they convinced me within an inch of my life that it was a move that could only benefit one who possessed such talent as I.I'd never been so publicly embarrassed over a

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A repost I just had to share again because hey, it was great fun.Monday, October 16, 2006, 7:19 PMPractice safe eating - always use condimentsAs soon as I walk into the place, I can smell the fish. Not breaded and fried, not buttered and broiled, but the old fashioned fishy kind. As in … recently alive and now naked, sans skills, gills and frills.Where am I? Tokoro in Pasadena, California, which

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Just a wee note to break through all this dang silence. If it's anything that makes me more uncomfortable, it's silence. Guess that's why I'm always posting songs. This next one makes me giggle like a fiend. (So this is how they act over in Japan late at night? Doing the pop-n-lock?) Heh, it's got a nice beat, too.So all is well with me--I still have a job (but nothing is certain, they could

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I am a child of tomorrow. But here I am in this moment. There is no where else to be. Even if ever since kindergarten, I've always imagined life two years or more ahead.Still, I realize looking ahead can be a good thing if I have goals in mind: concrete things to work my way towards. (Which I never had, aside from being a best selling novelist by the age of 30 because I figured by the age of 30,

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More than one person has told me I should do a drunk blog post. (Sinners! Sinners!) And so I give you a three-sheets-shaking post.So far, all I'm really doing is going back to fix all the damn typos. Frick to the oompth.And yeah, my last post about control was about control, was about control. No commenting allowed on purpose. (Sorry. But Ye Sneakers worked around that, heh, heh, heh.)~*~*~*~When

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Control is that thing I do when I pee, especially when I really-really-really have to go. When going is all about ah and the relief of it all.I stop the flow. I go against the instinct to let go, even when it's hard.(Especially if it's hard, but that's the point.)Because I can. It's a form of control.

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This is one of those crazy memes I found god knows where. I laughed myself into a runny nose when I played along. I also started sweating because I was laughing so hard--I laugh at the dumbest things.If you're reading these and like 'em, I challenge you to pick ONE (or more if you want to) and leave me your "whatever" name in the comments. Because I want to laugh myself silly over your name, I do

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The world, it be fracturedSome time today around 3:00, gravity-times-twenty came to rest on my eyelids. It was all I could do to keep my nose from nestling in between the cracks of my keyboard. And I'd just like to say eyeballing a computer monitor in this state should be this-side of illegal. Surely, someone should've been close enough to snap photos because I bet I looked hilarious

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Ever suffered a near-death experience?Email me.Okay, so I'm still writing Twilight saga fan fiction because I have no life. Also, because I love vampires. One in particular. Edward's so jam-packed of angst, feels like he's the worst thing ever born on earth, which understandably blinds him to his own worth. On top of this, he's in love and fighting bloodlust for the one he loves, and he's

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Ach, I'm a sunuvagun. By the time I remembered to post last night, it was after midnight and that was that. Not that I mind too much. I was here. I was this-close.Actually, I was friggen upset yesterday, about a matter I can't post about here but wish I could. Basically, it boils down to the fact that, after being accused of something (indirectly or not), I am not convincing at all when I am

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Well, I figure I gotta give this a shot--blog at least seven days in a row or something--before I break another promise to myself and let a day go by with no post. Can't have that.Because I really didn't want to blog tonight. My head's still on top of my neck, but my brain isn't here. It's...lessee...my brain is somewhere in the past.There was that day at church camp when a bunch of the kids

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This was my visual orientation of sorts--a string of graphics visitors found when they visited me at my AOL Journal.I miss it. (The photo string, I mean.)Clicking the photo makes it bigger, not as big as I want, but exporting it in a larger fashion is going to take more time and effort than I want to spend at this point.I'm really lazy.

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My biggest childhood fear, not including spiders or the dark, was my dentist. A week ahead of appointment time, I would start counting down the days with dread. It felt like being on Death Row, not that I know anything about being on Death Row, but I do know something about that awful sucking black hole in the pit of my stomach.Every appointment time--every time I went--I was more nervous than I

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My mornings consist of me getting up, showering, blow-drying my hair, doing my make-up...and looking in the mirror and giving up. But by then it's usually too late.(I just read that back and see that I forgot to mention the part where I also get dressed. Pretty funny, so I think I'll just leave it like it is.)I have decided to try and force myself to blog every day. And since this is my blog, I

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Forget my crappy knees and sucky attitude, I want to be like Mulan. Make a man out of me!Mulan is my favorite Disney movie character. My heart broke more than once while watching her story, but I was cheering hard all the way through. She's one of those I'm never going to quit, never going to give up characters. And yeah, it's just a cartoon, but it was movie magic for me when her time of triumph

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One of my longtime online writer buds sent me an email the other day to ask about the real reason why I wasn't writing [blogging]. Because I suspect more than one reader has wondered the same thing, I thought I'd post about it. Besides, since I immediately cringed after reading the email, I figure it's a good question for me (and for the cough-emailer-cough).So. Okay, this is me trying to post

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Just when I thought I was the only argen-fargen one.(if you choose to try this, beware: there be pop-up ads)HowManyOfMe.comThere are704people with my name in the U.S.A.How many have your name?

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(I've been eyeballing my dormant blog. Curling my lip at it. What, what, what to write?!)Okay.This.see more Lolcats and funny picturesWe have automatic flushing toilets in the building where I work. Only they don't flush all the goop down the hole, which means you're treated to the sight of the crap left over from the person who used the stall before you did. Over time, it builds up and builds up

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