[Stray Kitty]'s diary
Yesterday I found another freshman. He was wearing lowriding pants (with a belt) and they fit. He had dark messy hair and think black rimmed glasses. Except there weren't any bottom rims. He kind of looked like an amo kid who ran out of skinny black pants, but he was wearing a Tilly and the Wall shirt. He's INDIE! INDIEINDIEINDI
He's really skinny too.
Written about Monday 2006-09-25
Written: (7196 days ago)
I think there are girls in my school that would declare me insane.
You see I made a list of guys who I could ask to TWIRPS (a dance at our school where the girl asks the guy).
Instead of starting with the one I liked most I chose to start with the least likely to say yes. I asked the Italian exchange student. He said yes.
But the sad truth is that I would much rather go with this other guy. Except he's a freshman, and kinda skinny, in a very adorable way. And I think he's INDIE!!!!!
Italian Exchange Student Whom Half of the Girls in the School Want vs Skinny Yet Adorable Freshman.
Yeah, I'd go for the freshman. In all honestly.
Okay. I'm curious. And you're all going to be honest.
Who's watching my house?
Thus begins the list:[fire_stone]
[Eternal Vagabond]
I called you.
I'm glad I'm not totally at fault.
Thought you should know that you still can hurt me. And I'm not as tough as I look.
And I will laugh, laugh out loud laugh like we're mad cause this crazy mixed up beauty is all that we have.
And I am sorry.
I'm sick to my stomach.
Not cool enough am I?
And the worst part is something of the things you say they say are true.
"You have thick skin so I'm not worried about you getting depressed on me" I was on the verge of tears when you said that. After you hung up I cried. I swear I tried to hold it in, but you hurt me. You didn't think you ever could, untouchable Sara, insult her all you want, cause she does care what you think. Ever thought that your opinion does matter to be and you still can make me cry if you say the right things.
You've never been good with emotions. When you want it to hit home you use a proxy. And email from Mel. You do realize that my parents read all my emails.
Of course, you'll notice how I'm not telling this to your face. In fact I'm writing about it on an online site for all the world to see. Except for you.
Maybe I'm just as cowardly as you are. Except I don't know of a way to bring this up to you without using pity, as you say I do. Perhaps I am too dramtic. Coming to school looking like shit and sulking is out of the option. Becoming a drone, too dramtic I guess. Anyways, I'm not sure if I could pull it off. Or if you'd notice.
I'm going to telll you this. Really, I am.
How to make a Stray Kitty
Ingredients:
1 part jealousy
5 parts brilliance
5 parts beauty
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little lovability if desired!
http://www.go-
I can't believe it's true. He really is dead. Crocodile Hunter
I'm amazed at how many people joined that wiki. I just heard about it today.
It’s there, tingling on the edge of your conscious. Just barely out of reach. Just out of sight, just can’t put your fingers on it. Can you feel it building? The engery, the sense, the feeling. The power to do something, something brilliant. The burning desire to pick up your brush and paint, the need to open a Word Document and type something. The urge to pick up your instrument and play. Can you feel it? Pushing, building like the pressure before a damn burst. The sheer nervous untamed energy. The compulsion to do something with it. Anything. Paint, sketch, draw, write, play, anything to let It out. You know it will be brilliant. After all, since when has the muse been wrong?
[Asrun] complimented me! *is on cloud nine* She said "You perspective is a lot stronger in your new piece Stray Kitty. Nice improvement. :)"
*grins like a manic* (insert fangirl squeeeeeeeeeee
This is much better than say my crush confessing their undying love to me. Okay, so Kaitlyn will angst and Squeeeeee! over teachers (not in that way gutter brains! Kaitlyn just wants good teachers)
And I will squeeeeeeeeeee
And it's the one I was trying to do in a style similar to hers! *waves arms as she hyperventilate
And before you say how utterly pathetic I am go look at her art! Now! *amiles*
Wheeeeeeeeeeee
Ever had that feeling? You know the one where you'd do just about anything to make them feel better. Except you can't. You can't change the world. I can't just make it better. I can't do anything, I can try and make it easier. I can't be her girlfriend. If it would help her I swear I would do it. But I can't love her, not that way. It's not fair to even pretend that I can. Guess this is proof that you can't change who you are. Strange, because I bet people have been in the opposite of my shoes. Wishing they weren't attracted to their friend.
I still can't do anything to change it. A year ago that would've frustrated me. I would've raged against something. But now I just cry silently.
My views on Popularity:
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies/This is the dawning of the rest of our lives--Green Day
So we shall begin with what makes a popular person popular. They are well liked, dress a certain way, and act a certain way. Normally they are either football player, basket ball players, cheerleaders, student council members, etc.
Recently, my brother informed me that I was not in style and never would be. According to him, this is because I am not popular and never will be. I beg to dream and differ from his hollow lies So even though I went to the mall, bought clothes similar to what the girls in the magazines were wearing, I'm not in style. So in his world, unless you look like every other idiot on the street, then you're out of style.
Background: During this conversation I was wearing a long grey spagetti strap shirt, with long brown cargo pants (from the boys department not that it's obvious or anything), I was wearing my high heeled shoes. They're the type that are like thongs, but they have stuff on the straps. Like inch wide shiny not-gemstones. My hair was down, and I was wearing a wool hat that
s brown and white that's slightly beeny like, except mines' think and the sides are rolled up. I had teal eyeshadow on too. I also have braces and glasses. Joe on the other hand was wearing: a red shirt, blue nylon baggy basketball shorts and no shoes. And he thinks he is the syle guru. I think not!
But he thinks he's popular. Phff, did I mention he spent this summer in school because he failed 3 classes (almost 4)? I got 4 A's and 2 B's.
His exact words on my outfit were "Geek gone wild" *sing song voice* I'm not offended, I'm not offended!
Here is the picture as promised. Ignore the fact I have been hopelessly biased. The main focus should be on the clothes.
I was hyper today. My dad bought me a pretty blue shiny ice axe thing and it had big packing material and it made awesome sounds as it popped and I ran around the house with it scaring the dogs and I think I scare my parents sometimes. And I was jumping up and down from boredom and being couped up in the house and school's going to start soon. And I'm not normally hyper like this. This being the whole stereotypical ADD/ADHD kid hyper. But I took my concerta today, so this was normal.
Wheee! I have the opposite of artist block. I went to the barn to day, and got up at 6am, instead of 9. Horses are the one thing that can motivate me, that and skiing. Only times I get up in the moring.
Anyways, I feel like writing something today. I already painted and since it's watercolors I have to wait for the paint to dry. Ugg. That would be my least favorite thing about watercolors, the waiting.
I also am going to play my violin.
Wheee!!!
I got my first How/Where do you get badges message! Whee!
Unfortunately that means I was messaged by an idiot [no need for a name] and the message was more like "where do u lyk get the squirrel badged and stuff?" I responded with "First of all I would appriciate it if you would read What NOT to send Kitty before continuing to message me. If you had read that you would know that I like grammar and the incorrect use of grammar annoys me. I also like correct spelling of simple words like 'you' and 'like'.
I have the squirrel badge because I am one of the donors of art. For more information go to How do I get badges"
What makes a girl beautiful?
Results:
Indie 65% My new love. I shall find some way to buy the CDs.
Classic Rock 65% Well, of course. MTV killed music!
Pop Punk 50% Sure. I listen to it. It's decent.
reggae 45% Yep. I now have Jammin' in my head.
grunge 40% I've probably listened to it.
ska 40% Wheee! Save Ferris rocks! (has 4 of their songs. Knows no other ska band)
mainstream rock 35% I listen to an "alternative rock" station that isn't so alternative
Punk 30% Sure. I have 1 song by the Sex Pistiols (Bodies, from the Shoebox Project soundtrack)
Pop 30% It's on the radio. I put up with it. I here a few "big" hits
country 30% I have listened to it and liked it. Dixie Chicks rock! Buy their new album
Emo 25% I avoid it.
metal 15% Gah!
industrial 15% Huh? I've never heard of this before.
rap 0% This is correct. I hate rap. IT's not music I tell you.
Oh this is good. Right on the mark. I shall link to it. http://quizfar
I just had a friend send me an email about me putting too much personal information up here.
It sucks. You know why, my parents read the email first and they had me read it and then sent me up to my room after briefly lecturing me about it. So I could obsorb it and think it over. Wise of them. Nice way to avoid a yelling fit from yours truly.
And it sucks because she's probably right. I did have my city up here and I bet if you really wanted to you could stalk me. But you know what I have my place of living up on Elfwood and my last name and first and second intails are there too.
So why is this different?
Great now I can hear my conciencious saying "because more people are able to come here and you don't nessessarily have to have an interest in fantasy/scifi/ art or writing" (Dammit I thought I killed you)
Trust me to joke at a time like this. (I'm the kind of guy that laughs at a funeral. If you don't understand than you soon will. Points for who ever guesses those lyrics)
It sucks because they're right and I can't trust anyone. I have to become suspicious and wonder if my friends are real. If they're just pretending. Because there are a few sick people out there that lie and use the internet to stalk, rape, and murder people. I have to distrust everyone because of them. (What right does she have to take you away, when for so long you were mine, guess the lyrics and more points) Because I haven't met you face to face you might not be really. It hurts. It hurts to know that I'm not supposed to believe anything unless I can see and there are several studies done on it by leading scientists I've never heard of before.
I don't think anyone would lie and set up a fake profile. But that's because I never would. I've tried to be someone else before. I ended up being me. I dislike lying. I know there are people capable of stuff like this, but they're not here. (Note: how the ostrich buries its head in the sand so it thinks there's nothing wrong)
I feel so naive. Innocent. BLind.
IT's not fair. Life isn't fair (look I can lecture myself. Isn't that great. One teenage idoit that knows what's wrong a does it anyway!)
I like trusting people. I'm a good kid. I avoid talking to strangers (including the ones in my classes). I would never answer the door home alone.
I don't like to think that everyone here is living a lie. It's not true! (behold the denial)
Is it?
Would someone really go to all this trouble ... yeah they would. And they have.
I've gotten paranoid before. Didn't last.
Have their been any reported cases of stalking with the use of Elftown? I haven't heard anything about it. And by stalking I mean offline not the average Turkish stalker that says your hott and asking for your msn.
I want to trust. I want to have friends here. But there's always the fact that you might not be real.
The point is it sucks. It sucks that I can't trust anyone here because of all the online crap that's happened. I probably sound like the average whiny ass teenager on myspace. Let me try to convince you I'm not.
No numbers in my name.
I'm not placing blame.
Hot 53%
Jock 40%
Geek/Nerd 40%
Emo Kid 33%
Punk 33%
Prep 33%
Loner 27%
Stoner 13%
Goth 13%
"Ghetto" 7%
Kitty thinks this quiz is broken. Because She's not a jock. The only sport she does is ski team, but the people that made this quiz didn't think about that. The fact that this thinks she's 7% "Ghetto" bugs her. Because, she's not. But Kitty does think that she's pretty. The rest of the world may disagree, but Kitty doesn't care.
Kitty had far too much fun at http://www.tek
This is what happened.
Now I'm going to wear this to school. I have the jeans, necklace, and scarf. I also have dogs that looked like that when they were puppies, but they're black huskies and grown up now.
I need the headban, shirt, shoes, gloves, bracelet, ring, and kitty plushy.
Understanding: Somewhat. Much to my dismay. Fine, yeah I guess
open minded: yeah, unless I hate you.
Arrogant: I call it confidence
Insecure: sometimes
Interesting: I would like to think so
Hungry: Err no. I skipped lunch because I forgot.
Friendly: I'm friendly to people who are all alone even if I don't know them. But if I don't know you and you're in a group. I'll be in the corner. With a peice of paper and pencil
Smart: Yes
Moody: I've been told that.
Childish: yes.
Independent: Very much so
Hard working: On what? Art, yes. Math, no.
Organized: No
Healthy: depends who you're comparing me to. But yeah
Emotionally Stable: Yes.
Shy: Around strangers
Difficult: I try
Attractive: Yes. Now worship the ground I walk on
Bored: Yes and bad things happen (see Stray Kitty's My Little Ponies for details)
Thirsty: no
Responsible: Ummm I should be
Obsessed: It's called being passionate. Yes. Horses, Art
Angry: Yes. Don't make me lose it. It's not pretty
Sad: Sometimes
Happy:Yep
Trusting: yeah, except with my bikes.
Talkative: Yes
Original: Yes. There is no one like me. Be happy.
Different: One would hope se
Unique: Yes
Ignored: When I rant about the pedophillic Word paper clip and my ex-PE class.
Reliable: Don't count on it. But yeah, I just need reminders
Content: Yeah
Optimistic: Sometimes when it bothers people
Deep thinker: Sure
Self-disciplin
Sleepy: I should already be in bed
Lonely: sometimes
Bored and Kitty are not good.
Sasuke and the Inner Emo
Sasuke had read something on an online site about kissing. How you should never ask for a kiss, just take it. Well that seems to fit with the Uchiha family code so I guess I’ll do, he thought to himself. No doubt the write of that was very sage and wise. Never mind he found it on a page owned by [Brit-AW-neeee] and that it was in pinks with * and ~ decorating the page. It was on the Internet, how could it be wrong.
Now all Sasuke had to do was find someone and take a kiss from them, because it was the Uchiha way.
Sasuke reached a problem here.
He didn’t want to kiss Sakura, his inner emo found her far too cheery. If only she would angst more. He didn’t want to kiss Gaara, while Gaara did angst, he was far too Goth for Sasuke’s inner emo to deal with. He didn’t want to kiss Choji, he was too fat. And Sasuke was thin and while opposites supposedly attract, it was no. Just no.
Sasuke didn’t want to kiss Hinita. She was too shy, and his inner emo was shy too and nothing would get down. There would just be blushing and hand holding and Sasuke’s inner emo wanted to be the only blushing one. As you can see Sasuke’s inner emo was a jealous and possessive inner emo.
Sasuke didn’t want to kiss Neji. He was too… weird for the inner emo to handle. And the inner emo wanted to be the only black haired one of two. It’s an emo thing. My glasses are thicker and black than yours. Immature, but remember, it’s emo.
He didn’t want to kiss Kiba. He probably had dog breath. Eww! Said the inner emo.
Konohamaru was too young. Shikamaru would say ‘it’s too troublesome’ at the most inopportune moments. Rock Lee had freaky eyebrows. Ino, truth be told, Ino scared him and his whiny inner emo.
Who did that leave?
Well it certainly left a lot of teachers. But that would be gross. Really gross.
Sasuke realized his list included more guys than girls. That meant nothing. Nothing.
Sasuke consulted his inner emo, who was wearing eye-shadow, eye-liner, mascara, lip-gloss, and girl pants.
Five seconds later, Sasuke decided that he was gay. Very gay. Very, very gay. How dare the inner emo tell him he was gay, and uke to boot. Then he just had to go and mention the fact that most emo guys were uke. And if you ever saw too emo guys kissing it was an illusion. You see the dominant ones were really super uke Goths, who got tired of being uke all the time but were to uke to stand up to the seme Goth boys. So they kissed the emo boys instead.
And the emo had also said that uke was in his name.
It wasn’t fair.
Sasuke killed the inner emo.
Then he saw the one person he hadn’t thought of. He was sitting at that one ramen stand wearing orange. His hair was yellow and, and Sasuke didn’t mind the thought of kissing Naruto. Fair better than Kakashi. If Sasuke hadn’t killed his inner emo he would’ve realized Naruto was far too bright. And orange. But still either this or Kakashi.
Sasuke sat down next to Naruto and as soon as Naruto turned around Sasuke kissed him. French kissed him.
And got a mouth full of Naruto spit and ramen.
Moral(s) of the Story
Don’t listen to those online things
Inner Emos are bad but don’t kill them, instead form an Inner Super Uke Goth to keep them occupied
Never French kiss with food in your mouth