Let's Loathe with LEVIATHAN: Takin' off the Rose-Colored Glasses

Yeah, I've been seeing life as joyous and happy lately. Then One_sin came and took off those epic John Lennon glasses I was wearing everywhere.

So I'm going to the beach tomorrow with one of my closest friends. It's my first time going on a vacation without my parents. It'll be the longest I've been away from any of my family. ... The last time I took a vacation from all 5 of my family members, I went on a school field trip in fifth grade and cried like a little girl cuz I had no friends. Last time I took a vacation from my mother, my little sister cried like a little girl cuz she couldn't handle sleep-away camp.

Anyway, after losing a big argument about how a $10 XL t-shirt will do the same thing as a $30+ dollar cover up that I'll never wear again, my mom went to target today. She came into my room, and I was in the middle of sculpting a clam (that I'm now in the process of painting; I'm really into clay modeling right now...), and she told me that what she bought for me is down stairs on the kitchen counter.

Well there were three bags. I'm like, "Oh shit..." because whenever my mom goes shopping, she buys too much. So I haul the bags upstairs, glad she at least went to Target since their bags can be ironed and used for all sorts of crap (use a face mask, though), and I dump it all out on my bed. Recall that she went for one cover up. What I found was
-A spanking new purse/beach bag. I carry a "purse" when I don't have pockets, but mine looks more like a black gym bag, not something that the prom queen would carry.
-TWO absolutely hideous cover ups. One is solid light grey, and buttons all the way up. The other doesn't button but has a scrunching tie around the middle, and has light grey and dark grey horizontal stripes.
-YET ANOTHER pair of flip flops. I alternate between two pairs usually, but I will admit, for white and baby blue Croc imitation flip flops, they're REALLY comfy...
-Six pairs of rainbow underwear. Yeah. Some were stripped, others literally had patterns of the little arcs all over them. One even had a smiling, ironed on cloud. Like a lakitu cloud with drag makeup. I WEAR BOXERS, MOM.
-A simple pair of polarized sunglasses. I'm cool with these.
-A VISOR. Which is great if you're in the process of or on your way to/from playing tennis, or if you're in your fifties and up, or if you're Hispanic and wear it sideways and upside down. I fit none of these.

So now my mom's going to throw a fit telling me I don't respect her enough and that I can't dress myself and I should be wearing this girly crap that shows off my fat, rides up my arm pits and makes sweat marks, or shows off my fat, sagging ass.
Which means I will have to waste all that room in my very limited bag.

THANKS MOM, SEE IF I EVER GET YOU IMPORTED FLOWERS FROM BRAZIL AGAIN. YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME!!

It's fucking snowing AGAIN.

Dear Georgia:

SUN BELT

-Leviathan

WTF man? It's snowing again? Not that I'm complaining... Anyway, here's a look at the other night's snow. SO! Way to forget, Georgia! You couldn't pull this off with rain? DROUGHT! LEVEL FOUR DROUGHT!

Jesus Christ. Ol' Hernando up there melted the day before it started snowing again.

And you know what else?

WE FOUND FUCKING MANGOES.

"What the fuck is this idiot talking about? mangoes? Not only do they not grow in Georgia, but they also don't grow in the snow!"
That's what I said. We found four mangoes on the ground. We threw one into a neighbor's yard to creep them the fuck out, and brought the other three in the house, two of which had brown splotches. BUT MANGOES!

Okay, I gotta go outside. My hoodie just came out of the dryer. I gotta burn some calories.

EDIT: When we found the mangoes, we looked straight up. No mango tree. Well, they were at the bottom of a slope, so we looked past the slope. Still no mango tree.

ATTENTION RESIDENTS OF ATLANTA: IF YOU HAVE LOST FOUR MANGOES, WE HAVE THREE OF THEM. THE OTHER ONE IS AT OUR EVIL NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE.

Let's Loathe v. 4.5

"Are you whining again? Jeez, it's just a Guitar Hero-based fundraiser."

"But the reward for winning a VIDEO GAME is the opportunity to choose your schedule next semester?! That's such bull!"

"Look, do you get off on bitching about stuff?"



Huh. Wow. I'd never thought of myself that way before. I always thought that I whined because I never got my way, and whining was better than getting violent. I whine about things I get angry about, but... does expressing my rage in finding errors in the subject of said rage give me some sort of high? I'd never noticed before. And I know that my friends listen to me bitch all the time, and just nod and agree. The problem I have is that when anyone bitches back, I know that I'm of a superior mindset , they're idiots, and suddenly, it doesn't feel like it's worth arguing with a complete loser.



Take for example yesterday's Biology class. We watched a biographical movie about Charles Darwin, a man I consider to be the single greatest mind of modern history. Screw Einstein. Einstein wasn't going to get his ass kicked by the Church of his home country, he certainly didn't think up anything someone was just too scared to say, and he didn't risk losing the love of his life over his passions (Hell, he was gay if I remember correctly). So then the biography goes on to touch on Darwin's love for his cousin, Emma. Of course, the guy behind me, who I already know is a total douche, goes, "This guy WAS cracked all over."No, no he wasn't. Greatest mind of modern history, and if you lived in that time period, you'd probably have already done all your cousins, second cousins, and moved on to your sisters, you damn hick.



NEWSFLASH: EVOLUTION IS A PROVEN FACT.



Besides, who says God didn't make it so that it worked that way? But I didn't feel like bringing up this point. Instead, I turn to my bio professer (brilliant woman, by the way) after class and tell her what I heard. She lol'd, and said the same thing I did. "Greatest mind of modern history, and if you lived in that time period, you'd probably have already done all your cousins, second cousins, and moved on to your sisters" etc. Only without the whole "doing" thing. Knowing that my professor, someone I respect, and who, incidentally is nominated for TIME person of the year for teaching Evolution, saw eye-to-eye with me on this issue and was able to laugh with me about this idiot meant so much more to me than showing that loser that everything he believed in was a lie imposed on him by "THA MAN." Tha Man can have all the little cronies he wants. We free-thinkers may not take over the world, but under the tyrannical rule of Tha Man, we'll feel ultimately superior, and laughat his expense. I know you can all relate with this "idiot" deal.

Huh... I went way off topic.Well, till I get a proper, organized "Loathe" up, enjoy the extreme fucked up weather wherever you are! YAY GLOBAL WARMING!

Let's Loathe w/ LEVIATHAN v.4.0

I have a 10-year-old sister. She is a cheerleader. She's blonde. If I hadn't seen her in the hospital myself, I'd say she was adopted (My mother had this thing where she wouldn't let her children stay in the nursery ever, so that's ruled out) because of her blonde hair and green eyes. She's annoying as FUCK. *cough.* Anyway, today's topic is:

Children's Television Shows.

So I'm sitting there studying or reading or whatever, and the next thing I know, dearest little sister comes home, and clicks on Disney Channel. Normally, I can just tune it out.

But something about this particular episode of Hannah Montana seems unusually stupid. I tell my sister to turn it off.
"No! I love this one!"
Then I realize what's so fucked up. SHE'S SEEN THAT SAME BAD EPISODE 50,000 TIMES ALREADY.

How does that work? It's not the first time it's happened, either. Other shows rerun the SAME EXACT EPISODE IN THE SAME TIMESLOT all the time.
All right, cool, it's a mindfuck. That's all. But my little sister is ENJOYING IT.

Conclusion:
Children's network stations like PBS (gag, who the hell killed Big Bird?) and Disney Channel (I remember when there was a full documentary series called Amazing Animals that I loved more that my mother. Who killed that?) will purposely rerun episodes of their series OVER AND OVER AT THE SAME TIME for two reasons: 1. Kids will whine to mommy and daddy to watch at different times. 2. The stations don't have to write nearly as much content.

Which brings me to my final point: American Children need Shin-Chan. New episodes next week. Rock on crayon monkey boy. Get your honor, honor and a peeeenis. Rock on.

Let's Loathe with Leviathan v.3.5

I don't really have much of a topic for this one, just something to whine about.

So I'm sitting in homeroom, talking with friends about shit. Then the TV gets turned on, and the Mass Media class broadcasts the morning announcements. Cool. But once a week the "school idol" and mascot (he happens to run around in the mascot costume Friday nights in football season), Fungus, broadcasts his series "Fireside Chats." It's usually some horribly unfunny joke. Today's was the least funny of them all. He was pumping the school up for our playoff game, farthest we've ever gotten in the 50-year history of our school.
"There was once a time when all groups, the Preps, the Nerds, the Slackers, and the Hot Girls got along, and even sat at the same lunch table." My friends and I took this time to shout that the nerds have never associated with preps. "But then one day, in the forbidden social studies office, the teachers decided that the students needed to be divided. They had no control. So entered the EMO. The emo put ketchup on the Prep's shirt and blamed the Nerd. The emo stole the hot girl's lunch and framed the slacker." Oh, you did NOT just make fun of some of my best friends you little corpse eating decomposer. "But you know, the Emos may be responsible for our breaking apart, but maybe they can be responsible for our unity. They're very angry people. So we need to unite against this common enemy with anger! You can be just as angry as an emo kid with new Eem-O's!" What. "Side effects may include wearing pants made for the opposite sex, cutting, acquiring a taste for horrible music, and Hot Topic." No. You. Did. Fucking. Not.

MAKING FUN OF EMO KIDS IS 4CHAN'S JOB! YOU ASS HOLE! YOU'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF THE HACKERS ON STEROIDS! AND YOU MADE FUN OF MY FRIENDS! YOU MOTHER FUCKER DECOMPOSER! I HOPE YOU TRIP AND FALL WITH YOUR MASCOT HEAD ON AND CRACK YOUR SKULL AT THE PLAYOFF GAME!

And guess what he and the cheerleaders are doing? This playoff game is against one Martin Luther King Jr. High School, primarily black population. The banner that our football players will break through is going to read, "Dreams don't always come true!"

Mine might. You'll all get horribly gangraped.

Actually, the cheerleaders are so fucking ugly and flat, they'll probably just get lynched. The football players might get assraped though, and then killed. :D

PROXY UPDATE

TAKE THAT SCHOOL DISTRICT! I JUST OWNED YOUR PROXY!
more on this later.

LATER IS NOW.

So I successfully set up a proxy break at my house. It took awhile since I had to figure out how to automatically pull my computer back online when it dropped. In the end, I just decided to write blog posts offline first, then copy and paste them to here before my connection dropped.

This particular proxy my school uses blocks all but ports 22 and 80, both of which have something plugged in. I could go on to tell you that it was an inside job, but seriously, all it means is that I still can't use IRC or any other chat program that uses port 6000 and up. Also, since I really only have enough time to log in to blogger, paste in my post, hit publish, and pray my teacher doesn't come up behind me, I don't have enough time to look up how the hell I beat a boss on Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time. And yes, the damn school has EVERY site blocked with "game" in the url.

It's a very childish game, really, intended for that new generation that didn't grow up with the "SUPER MARIO WORLD and SUPER MARIO ALL STARS SUPER ALL-IN-ONE" package on the snes with every mario game ever made on the snes plus one never released in the US before. But as far as a new mario game goes, it's really fun. I just can't seem to beat the boss that continually regenerates. Every time I kill off a squad of three shroobs holding a giant shroob bomb-omb, another one comes along with another giant bomb-omb. Supposedly, you're supposed to kill off their commander, but he only shows up between waves of three shroobs + bomb-omb, so I have no idea how the hell I'm supposed to kill him.

And I'm stuck at the classic second-to-last ice-based level. That's not a mario thing; that's a Nintendo thing.

"Let's Loathe!" with LEVIATHAN v.3.0 *PMS SPECIAL*

It's been awhile, guys, sorry about that. As compensation, I'll be ranting about something very special today: PMS, and the horrible "first day" that follows. Take notes, men.

You think you've got another week until your next cycle, so when your head starts to hurt whilst out in public, you're extremely exhausted, and you can't eat, you think you've caught the flu. Then you get home, wanting a little rest and relaxation. You hole up in your room, but the first thing you're told after getting downstairs again to finally eat something is that you're acting weird. WEIRD!? So you hole up again, and wanna play some video games. You wind up lashing out at anyone who dares ask for the controller, and you realize you are acting a bit weird. So you take an advil, and go to bed, with your typical, "YAY FOR TOMORROW" attitude.

First thing when you wake up, you realize you've started just in time. You take three Advil and two Midol because you spent an hour or so writhing in pain from cramps. Ugh... makes me kinda miserable thinking about it. So then you spend the whole day running to the stupid bathroom every two hours if you're the athletic type (tampon user), or just whenever you can if you're a comfort type (pad user). And the whole time, you have these nasty cramps that shouldn't be there, and when you don't, you have a killer headache.

Protip: compressing your head either by pushing it with your hand on the back of your head against your desk or by tying a tight handkerchief around your head can make a headache feel much better.

Then comes the horrible heat flash ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER SYMPTOMS. "It's so fucking cold in here!" No, it's not, i'm freaking sweating you sunuva bitch.

Finally, finally FINALLY, you get home. You've fallen so far. You remember what happened yesterday, and sneak a few slices of lunchmeat or a couple granola bars or something with you to your personal cave. Finally, you curl up with a book or Game Boy or DS or PSP and your granola bars with your head between your knees, and all your symptoms go away. Then someone comes in to give you a hard time, or maybe just to ask a favor involving you getting up.

Oh, HELL NO.

GET THE FUCK OUT, I FINALLY HAVE PEACE FOR ONCE, I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOU! WHEN YOU GO THROUGH SUFFERING INSTEAD OF PURE JOY FOR YOUR OFFSPRING, THEN WE'LL TALK, MOTHERFUCKER!

kbai.

And suddenly, everything's better.

Let's Loathe with Leviathan! v. 2.7

I hate not having my own laptop. Right now, my GPA is like a 3.0. That ain't good at my school. It basically means I'm a fucking retard who probably spends my days in In-School Suspension (which really isn't that bad, you just get all your work done in the first two hours, then read or take a nap or something). Point is, until my grades go up, no laptop. I already had my access restricted to the weekends. This fucking sucks balls. Oh wonderful! my internet connection just failed. I hate this computer. It's right over the garage, and as far away from the router as possible. The garage interferes with the signal or something.

I WANT MY LAPTOP THAT I CAN TRAVERSE ACCESS POINTS WITH! RAWR!

Anyway...

My laptop has my wonderful photoshop on it. I have hundreds of pictures I need to scan and get other people to shoop to death. I don't have time to do line art, people. 6,000 straightlines for a chibi? Jesus! Tibit-sama (I'll introduce him later) is nothing but curved lines, he alone must be more than that. Then my two epic pictures... UGH! Who wants a job doing my line art? Anyone? Please?

My laptop has all my music on it. Not everyone can afford a fucking ipod. And I just sent my cell phone through the wash, so all my ipod money's going to a new one. Thanks, Apple. You suck balls.

My laptop has my irc with all my channels on auto join. Not even going to touch that one.

My laptop has my animu. I can't download it without my laptop. Not really. It takes hours if not days to download an episode, and I'm NOT, i repeat, ABSOLUTELY NOT going to use youtube or veoh. They are the devil's advocates for people who don't know how to cap their upload rate.
CAP YOUR UPLOAD RATE AT 10 kb/s AND YOUR SHITTY UNSECURED NETGEAR ROUTER WILL BE JUST FINE.

My laptop has my Yaoi. Nuff said.

My laptop has my LIFE. I need it! I was in withdrawal until a little while ago. If i had someone who was willing to supply me with anime on burnt cds, that'd be awesome. But I don't, cuz my friends all suck. Except Riyoko. She bites.

Huh... I said i'd post something this week.... but i can't remember what it was, since OS posts like every day, and Nova left this fucking pamphlet of a post. So now I gotta go find it. This is Leviathan, signing off.

EDIT: What you are seeing is apparently my second existance. Huh. I'll choose one username and stick to it. And looking back, I was in a pretty shitty mood...