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Story Time

2009-10-27T23:54:06Z

I've been playing a lot of Battlefield 1943 lately and it reminded me of when my brother first got 1942 for the PC. The entire family (minus my mum of course) was playing constantly and we would always sit around the computer and watch one another while waiting for our turn. Anyway, my brother's favorite class was the Scout and he was a pretty decent sniper. I favored the sniper as well, but only when I was on my nick. When I was on his (KILLSOMEBODY) I would always be a medic and I would do really stupid shit. One time someone across the map called for a medic and I ran in front of a tank, slid down a mountain, and charged through a gang of enemy soldiers to get to him. David was always yelling at me to actually kill someone instead of running around like an idiot and saving people and I would always yell back "I'M A MEDIC! THESE MEN NEED ME!" I think I succeeded in soiling his reputation.

Good times.

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-25T18:53:00

2009-10-26T01:57:04Z

Despite being 12 years apart, my sister and I have decided to do a few things together recently. First off, we're gonna be Brand and Chunk for Halloween, and secondly, she's naming her kid Brock and I'm naming mine Ash. She also wants to name one of her kids Obadiah Juan so she can call him Obi Juan. She's so fucking stupid sometimes.

I had a good weekend, Stella Artois is a good beer, I was smarter when I was 4 than I am now, annnd I made a joke last night and only my 90 year old grandmother laughed at it.

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-23T17:28:00

2009-10-24T00:32:16Z

Dammit cat. I am your caretaker now so when I feel the need to grab you and rub my face against your fur, you better damn well comply!

In other news, my mom walked into my room today with my old, beloved watch that I thought was lost and gone forever. Apparently she had taken it to get its battery replaced and was returning it to me. I had originally stopped wearing it because the band was leather and started to smell really funky after a while. BUT since I lost track of it I've been keeping the band in a small lock box which is, incidentally, also where I keep my weed. So, now the band smells like pot but I'm wearing it anyway because I'd rather have my wrist smell like drugs than hickory smoked horse buttholes.

ETA: Meygan, I miss baked_tonou

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-20T10:35:00

2009-10-20T17:36:42Z

WHY WILL VERIFIED BY VISA NOT ACCEPT MY INFORMATION WHENEVER I TRY TO PAY SHIT ONLINE!?! NOW I HAVE TO GO TO THE BANK AND YELL AT THE PEOPLE.

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-16T08:05:00

2009-10-16T15:10:18Z

I was changing my bandages this morning and the wound has been bleeding since I fucking got it so the gauze always gets stuck. My mom was about to leave for work and wanted to see how it was healing. I'm sitting there trying to get the gauze off gently and she goes, "Just let me see it." So I give her my hand and RRIIIIIP. I'm pretty sure she just opened it up again. ;_;

lmfao

2009-10-15T03:42:43Z

The dog bit me and I bled all over* my mom's floor. I should probably be panicking about a rabies shot or something but I can't stop laughing.

*A few drops here and there. The tissue caught most of it.

Dream Entry and Other Stuff

2009-10-13T01:01:58Z

Ok, I've really been slackin' on my dream updates so I'm editing this...lol.

Friday Night: I was in a pretty popular band with some of my friends and we decided to take a trip to the European countryside. Once there we find this nice cottage by a lake and decide, "HEY! Let's hop in a boat and go enjoy ourselves on the lake!" So we all pile into this tiny boat and while we're on the lake we discover a cave so we decide to check it out. We row into the cave and there's a dock and beyond that a door. We're like, "WTF Does someone live here?" and we climb out and decide to explore. So we go inside the cave door and it looks really familiar, like shockingly familiar. It only takes a few seconds before all of us are like "OH GOD IT'S OLD GREG'S HOUSE!" and we all rush for the door to get out but it's locked and we're panicking and running around and...that's all I remember.

Saturday Night: This one was a nightmare. I sign up to test out this new video game software. It's highly advanced virtual reality so when you get hurt in the game you actually feel it. Anyway, I'm feeling daring and decide to try out the newest horror game and the scientist dudes are like "You're gonna love it!" So they pop me in and right after I get settled into the game the software malfunctions and I get trapped. That's not the worst part. The worst part is, it's a mix between Resident Evil 4 and Silent Hill: Shattered Memories so, not only am I surrounded by zombies and giant executioners but I am armed with nothing but a fucking flashlight. So I'm stuck in this fucking game and while they're trying to fix it I'm running around trying to avoid getting virtually killed. I come upon this castle level and there's a couple executioners chasing me around. I follow some clues and find this wicked hiding spot and pop right in so that they can't get to me and chop me into pieces. Apparently the scientists called in my mom and set her up with a communication device so that she can speak to me while I'm in there. One problem: whenever she talks the monsters in the game hear it too. So she starts shouting with like "LENA, ARE YOU OKAY!? LENA, WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU OUT!" and the executioner walks by and is like "Oh..there you are *STICKS GIANT FUCKING AXE INSIDE MY HIDING SPACE*" Then I wake up. THANKS MOM, FOR GETTING ME KILLED AND STUFF.

ALSO: My sister has been here for like 3 weeks and still hasn't bought me any alcohol (and I could really use it right about now). I am disappoint, sister.

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-09T15:36:00

2009-10-09T22:38:58Z

So I finally got sick of Cleverbot and decided to try Omegle. So far the longest conversations I've had have involved acting out gay people being attacked by riot police and arguing with someone over how much it costs to screw my mom. Time well spent? I think so.

Stupid Meme stolen from roadkamelot

2009-10-07T21:06:15Z

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
doc_gracebudd goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Darth Vader.
feverish_love gives you 14 softly glowing apple-flavoured gummy bats.
katowse tricks you! You get a rock.
laenavesse gives you 9 softly glowing vanilla-flavoured gummy bats.
lowtide gives you 5 blue root beer-flavoured gummy worms.
neon_moment gives you 8 teal lemon-flavoured gummy bats.
purple_crayon tricks you! You lose 35 pieces of candy!
rapidfix gives you 15 light green banana-flavoured jawbreakers.
sally18 gives you 7 white grape-flavoured nuggets.
untangles tricks you! You lose 22 pieces of candy!
veiravx gives you 4 brown raspberry-flavoured wafers.
doc_gracebudd ends up with 5 pieces of candy, and a rock.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

lmao. worst. halloween. ever.

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-10-06T18:38:00

2009-10-07T01:40:33Z

I have to get used to seeing random movement in reflections and shit and not freaking out because it's a cat and not some insane serial killer hiding behind my drumset waiting to chop me up.

fuck

2009-10-05T10:16:49Z

It's so fucking cold. If sleeping in your own room is the equivalent of sleeping outside there is a problem. It's so cold I'm more of an insomniac than usual. That's how bad it is.

/stays up until the wee hours of the morning turning into a popsicle

ETA: It's making my headache worse too.

hhrrrrggghh dammit

2009-09-28T17:17:41Z

I burned the bacon. Normally, I'd just give the awful pieces to the dog and get a few more and hopefully cook them so they were edible but it was THE LAST OF THE BACON.

/sobs

Lena the Accidental Arsonist

2009-09-27T19:50:04Z

So we have this coffee can outside that my brother and I use to throw all our cigarette butts in when we're done. You know to keep the patio nice and clean. Anyway, I smoked my last cigarette like, an hour ago and tossed it in there. My brother comes and asks for a cigarette and I say I don't have any so he goes to the can to look for a butt to smoke and the whole thing is engulfed in smoke. It looked like someone started a fucking signal fire in it. It's a good thing he noticed or someone would've called the fire department on our asses.

God I suck.

Dream Entry

2009-09-26T19:03:52Z

The dream I had last night was nice and boring. It was a nice change.

For some reason, I was in high school again. For some other reason I was on the student council. For some OTHER reason it was the one Kat was President of. For some other reason that I cannot possibly comprehend I was Vice President. And I actually attended meetings but nothing ever happened other than me and Kat bickering like an old couple throughout the entire thing, every time. Supposedly there was a festival of sorts coming up and our school had to participate and Kat asked for suggestions so I raise my hand and go, "DUNKING BOOOOOOTH!" Then the following convo went something like:

Kat: Ok, any volunteers to get dunked?

No one raises their hand...

I raise mine.

Kat: You want to volunteer?

Me: No, I was thinking it'd be a great idea if YOU went up first, because we all know if your ugly mug is up for dunking, more people are going to stop by the booth.

Kat: -_-

Me: :D

Kat: No.

Me: >:

Then it was the next day and my mom was driving me to school and she kept telling me really perverted stories and I was like, "MOM SHUT UP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!" But she wouldn't so I was like, "Screw this, I'll walk." I ended up bumping into my friend who was carrying an ENORMOUS thing from the post office and I asked what it was and he goes, "OH! It's a giant Fight Club print!" and I stared in awe and then we nerded over prints and frames for like an hour and then I woke up.

The fact that I was in school again should've thoroughly disturbed me but, considering the circumstances, it was alright.

Dream Entry

2009-09-24T18:47:38Z

It's debatable whether the person in this dream is Minatsuki or Mekky in Minatsuki cosplay. They're too mean to be Mekky and too civil to be Mina so we shall call them "Mekkatsuki". Lmao, okay no, it'd make more sense if it was Mekky so that's who it is.

The beginning of the dream is very fuzzy and all I remember is that we (Me, Mekky, and a couple of her friends) get roomed in this really nice hotel and by the last day of the con our room is completely thrashed. Like, we got drunk and threw a party with a rabid lion thrashed. Anyway, the room is a mess and we have to pack everything up to get ready to leave. Mekky is in a total rush so she just turns to me and goes, "Okay, I'll leave everything in here up to you. Make sure you don't forget anything." I am...astounded at the fact that she's asking me to take care of everything and I ask if she's going to help and she just skips out of the room with a lollipop. So, I'm cleaning everything in the room and I find some ridiculous shit. There's like 5 drumsticks, cookies, an old salad, a thermos full of what appears to be orange juice, and Lockon and Tieria plushies. Then one of our group comes in to help me and we end up getting everything packed up and I'm totally incensed the entire time and just bitching about Mekky. Mekky comes back and is like "Oh great! You got everything packed. Now carry it all down to the car." Again I ask if she's going to help and she responds with, "Oh, well. I suppose I can." and grabs the smallest, lightest bag she can find and skips off with it and I'm like, ASDJA:LSKGA:. So I leave the plushies under the pillows to never be seen again.

Anyway, I manage to get everything to the car and one of the con staff runs up to us and is like, "Hey there's a press conference discussing new ways to publicize the con, YOU GUYS SHOULD GO!" I don't want to. I'm tired, I'm overworked, I WANT TO GO HOME. But Mekky drags me along anyway. So we get there and they discuss using Ranka as one of their new "Con Models" and show everyone some concept art for the next ad. Mekky starts ranting to me about how it's really similar to some cosplay she made last year and starts complaining about plagiarism and wanting royalties and I'm just nodding and mhm'ing because I don't give a flying fuck. Then all of the sudden there's a really loud banging right underneath us. Like the floor is made of hollow metal and someone is below just pounding on it. I turn to Mekky and ask her if she hears it and she looks at me like I'm insane. So I start stomping on the ground to see if it makes any noise and it doesn't but the banging doesn't stop. I'm going insane and Mekky is yelling at me to stop stomping on the ground like a retard and we get into a huge argument. We stop our yelling match and look up to notice the entire press conference is staring at us. Everyone. Even the cameras. I'm like, "Oh shit. Hahah we're sorry. Please continue." Mekky on the other hand is being a fucking ham and like winking at the cameras and giving peace signs and shit. Then I say something really stupid and everyone starts laughing at me. I don't remember what I said though. I think it had something to do with crows.

Dream Entry and Other Stuff

2009-09-23T17:32:49Z

I honestly don't remember enough of my dream to make a coherent entry for it. However, I do remember that it had something to do with cheat codes for P4 and me developing a shooting game involving characters from my favorite fandoms. For example, you could play campaign mode and be Lockon sniping as a member of SWAT or play versus and have a gunfight across city rooftops with Gilbert Nightray and Haine Rammsteiner. It was pretty damn awesome.

In other news, I am becoming seriously lactose intolerant. I used to only get sick when I drank too much milk or drank the wrong kind. Nowadays I get sick if I so much as touch any dairy, and it is seriously depressing me. I blame my mom. She has all the sick genes.

ETA: And now my computer is making a hell of a lot of noises. It's running fine but jesus christ is it loud.

Dream Entry

2009-09-22T18:24:23Z

So, this time around a group of friends and I are visiting Japan. This group consists of a normal looking girl whose name is never said so we'll just call her Lisa, a guy with an uncanny resemblance to Liam from Pandora Hearts but his name is never said so he's Dan, and Godot.

This completely baffled me. I don't even own a DS let alone play Ace Attorney, why is Godot in my dreams, what is this?

Anyway me and the group decide to drop by a local baseball field to check it out. A stray ball is hit into the stands and I catch it with my bare hands and the, I don't know, field manager freaks out and is like "You! You guys, you wanna play baseball?" and we're like, "Sure! Yay!" So we get ready and put on our uniforms and they send us down to the field and the team we're supposed to play ditches. We're pissed cause we really wanted to play and I turn to the field manager and yell, "What is this? Is this some country were any old idiot can just put on a baseball cap and play whenever they feel like it?!" Despite the fact that is exactly what we were doing. He told us it was and we stormed off the field to go wander the streets of Japan in baseball uniforms.

We walk down some random alley and chance upon the team that ditched and we start taunting them, calling them pansies and assholes and whatever, so they pick up a bunch of bats and start coming towards us. For some reason, we assumed Japan was a dangerous place so we have bats and knives and a huge street brawl starts. Dan and I make it through with nary a scratch but they knock Lisa unconscious and kill Godot. To retaliate for the death our teammate I find the biggest, angriest looking guy on their team and choke him to death with my bare hands. The rest of the team gets scared shitless and runs away and me and Dan are like, "Oh, great, now we're stuck with TWO DEAD BODIES." We bury the fat guy in the baseball field because, well, who gives a fuck? We pick up Lisa and take her to the hospital and decide to hold a funeral for Godot.

Flash forward to after the funeral and everyone is headed to someone's house for mourning. I end up in a Cadillac with a bunch of girls who are, for some inexplicable reason, all dressed exactly like Vincent Nightray. All I can think is what inappropriate attire it is for a funeral but I'm in casual everyday clothing so it's not like it matters. We get to the house and we walk in and my aunt is really sad about his death and seeks comfort from me but, I'm me so I just pat her on the back or something and hand her a tissue. She spots Neil Dylandy at the drinks table, boozin' it up, and decides to strike up a convo with him but comes back like 5 minutes later and tells me, "He doesn't even know who died."

"Then why the fuck is he here?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Then my cousin comes and drags me upstairs to show me something cool but instead of showing me what she wanted to she just talks my ear off about her daughter and I'm like, "Yeah, that's great, okay, what did you want to show me?" And she hands me a shoebox full of pictures of my cat and I get all emotional because, oh my kitty, I miss her so.

THE END

Dream Entry

2009-09-21T15:30:14Z

Ok, I have decided that I'm going to start making entries for my dreams so that I remember them, because I've been having A LOT lately and they just keep getting more and more ridiculous. I could just do this in a paper journal since it's more private and stuff but that honestly seems like more work to me. >> Besides some of these things are comedy gold and I'd probably tell a few of you anyway. SO, Today's Guest Stars aaarrreeee Winger and Sapph.

So, it starts off with me hanging out with Winger and Sapph, who are, in this dream, Allelujah and Soma, obviously. OBVIOUSLY. Who the fuck else would they be? Anyway, Winger and I have job interviews in town but for some reason we suck and can't get there on our own so we ask dear Sapph to give us a ride. She agrees and we dress in our snazziest suits and hop in the car. We cruise by Winger's place of future occupation and Sapph stops the car and lets Winger step out. Then we get to mine and she won't stop the car. And I'm like "What are you doing? I have to get out."

"Then get out. I'm going to be late, come on hurry."

"The car is MOVING. I can't get out!"

"Just jump out!"

"Are you crazy?"

So she delivers a boot to my rear and I combat roll out of the moving car and RUIN my suit. I don't remember any of the interview itself but anyway I go home and walk into my room to change and my brother is in there smoking all of my weed all happily and shit. I'm infuriated, so of course I yell at him. Something along the lines of, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Get out of my room you fat son of a bitch!" Even though that would imply that my mother is a bitch.

So whatever, he leaves me weedless and splits, I change and waltz back into the living room where my cousins and my Uncle Oscar (yes I really have an Uncle named Oscar) are hanging out and Winger is in there, for some odd reason. And I'm totally bummed about the loss of my drugs and Winger chirps in with, "Oh, you can just have some of mine."

"When the hell did you start doing drugs?"

"I didn't. Your Uncle gave them to me. Seems like it would be fun though."

So I turn to my Uncle and yell, "Why the hell are you giving my friends drugs, Uncle Oscar!?"

And he goes, "I dunno. She looked like she needed it."

Winger, being the pure, virginal soul she is, doesn't really want the weed so she tosses me the baggy and it just...I dunno gets all over me for some reason so I'm sitting here picking tiny pieces of marijuana out of my shirt and I finally get them all and Sapph pulls up. I'm not one to just TAKE drugs from people so I give it back to Winger...which I would never do in reality because HEY FREE DRUGS. Anyway I try to give it back and she goes, "I don't want it...take it."

"But it's yours I can't just take it."

"No, it's fine. I don't want Sapph to catch me with it anyway, she'd kill me. She hates drugs."

"OH! But you don't mind her killing me?"

"No."

"Take the fucking baggy you prawn-eating, kangaroo-riding--"

And then Sapph walks in so I just squeeze the baggy in my hands to make it smaller and then hold Winger's hand really tightly. So, you know that way, if Sapph senses the presence of drugs then it's in both our hands. I am NOT going down for you Winger, fuck that. Winger is simultaneously mad dogging me and looking at me like I'm retarded and I look like I just had the best idea in the world. So, Sapph walks in and just looks at us and says, "Why are you two holding hands and staring at each other so intently?" to which I reply, "Haaa, I don't know, we just...have such a tight familial bond that we do this sometimes." I get another look like I'm retarded and Sapph walks into the kitchen giving me enough time to throw the baggy in Winger's face. Then I play video games with the dog.

ETA: Why did I even post this?...Oh well.

OKAY

2009-09-20T17:24:05Z

AND NOW YOU'RE EATING ICE CREAM STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CARTON AT 10AM. DEAR GOD MAN DO YOU WANT ME TO HIT YOU?? DO YOU!?

doc_gracebudd @ 2009-09-19T01:07:00

2009-09-19T08:09:43Z

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAGE

omgz guize

2009-09-16T22:44:20Z

So today the family and I ventured to Santa Barbara: Land of the Pretty and Rich, where there is a Starbucks on every corner. Anyhow, we were cruising through one of the parking lots and some girl walked right in front of the truck. Baby blue tank top, short black skirt, flip flops, whatever, your stereotypical south Californian prep girl. So she walks to the right of the truck and hops in her 66 Chevelle SS. I was in AWE. I wanted to hop out of the car and tell her I loved her. It was a grand moment.

Hey you,

2009-09-15T16:47:59Z

Douche of a relative. The only person in this house who doesn't clean up after you, IS YOU. All you can do is bitch about how we're always pestering you and yelling at you, you know why? BECAUSE YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING BUT BITCH. I know you're young and all and going through an "emotional" time in your life, but honestly? The living room is not your laundry hamper, my floor is not your trashcan, grow the fuck up. Develop some sense of cleanliness and maybe we'll stop nagging at you 99% of the time.

Also:
I don't mind letting you play my games sometimes, but when I turn around after you've left to see discs on the floor and all my controllers in random places all over my fucking room it pisses me off. This shit is expensive, just because you treat your electronics like shit doesn't mean you can do the same to mine.

Woot

2009-09-15T02:25:31Z

My drumheads came today and they sound great. I'm so excited. Now all I have to do is stop sucking and I can feel comfortable calling myself a drummer.

fffffff

2009-09-14T19:20:48Z

So I was browsing the local 'musicians' section on craigslist and one of the posts was "Mobile Medical Marijuana Evaluations, we make housecalls!" Which I found absolutely hilarious because pretty much all the musicians I've known have been potheads. Those doctors sure know who to advertise to.

Don't mess with 'em

2009-09-13T23:55:58Z

Greg: I love King of the Hill. Or rather, I love that the entire series is satire of Texas and making fun of it's population, and yet it's so subtle that the series is most popular in Texas where it seems the majority of viewers don't realise it's making fun of them
Lena: because it's fucking Texas
Greg: EXACTLY