i'm a sexy asian beast

jeff is january

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:45:06 GMT

this seems to be quite a month for Jeff Hardy, ~~whom i am still stalking~~ who i'm still checking up on, via internet.

1) he was arrested september 11 last year on drug charges. his hearing kept getting postponed, so the prosecutor decided to just eff it and indict him.
so now Jeff is on his way to a superior court. though when, i don't know.

~~i'm really scared.~~

2) i was watching TNA last night, and was completely caught off guard when Jeff popped out of the crowd and went to town on Homicide (who had caused a no-contest match because he beat everyone up with an illegal weapon and RUINED my first non-PPV Steel Asylum match).
he hit him with a beautiful chair shot to the head, then hit him with a Twist of Fate on the ramp.

it was AWESOME.
i'm SOOOO excited that he's back on tv, i don't even care that he got his hair cut anymore.
<3333

3) i saw a pic of him floating around on the internet of him and his girlfriend on New Year's.
she had a ring on her left ring finger. he didn't.
impending marriage?
DX
nnrrrrggghhhh...

but at least he's on tv again
<33

Writer's Block: Crazy in Love

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:07:20 GMT

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for love?

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well one year in middle school, i decided to play Secret Admirer with this guy that i liked. so i went to Hallmark and i bought a pink and purple glittery card that sang "Wild Thing" when you opened it. i left it on his desk, followed by a series of notes left in his locker, that continued for a few weeks. he eventually found out that it was me.

of course i just made it worse for myself and ended up hurting myself when he didn't really want anything to do with me and got himself a girlfriend.

was it stupid? of course.
i blame it on my incompetent then-14-year-old mind and the fact that i probably didn't know any better.

yep.

december update

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 01:49:53 GMT

1) got laid off from my crappy job at JC Penney. not disappointed at all. all i did was fold clothes for 8 hours a day for minimum wage. there was no way i got paid enough for that kind of torture.
customers suck. but i suppose if they didn't leave two tons of clothes in the fitting rooms every five minutes i wouldn't have had a job at all.

working at a department store on the day after christmas makes me want to never set foot inside one again.

2) i aquired the help of Royal Staffing Service to find me a job that doesn't suck. with any luck, i'll get an office job where i type and file and don't have to interact with people.
i apparently did very well on the reasoning, MS Word, and typing tests.
(cross fingers)

3) i gotted a debit card :D
still need to activate it, though.
now i just need another job and my license and then i can go get my tattoo <3

4) went to drumline practice yesterday. i'm not in it anymore, but Lacy called me and said they had a lot of people missing and needed me to come be a stand-in while they learned drill.
so i went and stood in for a bass drum for about two hours. i knew what i was doing since i marched drumline bass drum last year (that might be why they called me).
i still felt really awkward and out of place.

5) i can't find the motivation to do well in school anymore. i'm behind on my english homework and government reading.
i blame this on my nihilistic nature. my view on the world is that since we're all going to just die anyway, nothing has a point and we should all just be able to do whatever we want. that said, i don't see the point in really doing well in school. i don't have the motivation to do well like i used to. i don't have the motivation to actually write all those stupid essays like i used to.
all i want to do is fight. i'm pretty sure there's no college major that can prepare me for that, so i'm now doubting why i even applied to college at all. save myself several thousand dollars on something i won't even use, most likely.

my life is being destroyed by what i believe in and my view on the world.
i can't help it.
this makes me feel so helpless and useless.

6) WWE Raw is coming to Cali, two hours from where i live. Alex and i want to go not only to watch the show (which i'm sure will be great), but to see if we can catch up with D-Generation X or Vince McMahon in a (most likely) futile effort to convince them to let us intern for D-X.
(knock on wood)
Triple H and Shawn Michaels have been tag teaming on and off for twelve years, and as such, i see them as a very prominent and succesful tag team. the fact that they're the current Unified Tag Team Champions, a title i hope to hold with Alex some day, doesn't hurt either.
i feel that we could learn a lot from D-X if given the opportunity to train with them. i feel like we could become as great and successful a tag team as they are, if given the opportunity to train with them. i think that their popularity and influence on the WWE executives could help give us the push we need to get a shot at the Unified Tag Team Championships (i can't guarantee we'll win, but at least we'd get a shot).
but first we need to talk D-X into letting us intern for them in the first place. ~~my family won't be happy if i do, but who cares.~~ another challenge lies in catching up with D-X at the show. but if we can't find them at the show in March, then when?

this is all i want, but it's the most far-fetched thing i've ever pursued.
most things i've ever wanted seem to be.

and it goes on

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:29:34 GMT

a (long) continuation to my silly little D-X fanfic.
in Part 2, we saw Shawn Michaels of D-Generation X challenging one of his interns, Jinx, to a loyalty match. however that works...
i was going to read it to my friend, who also likes wrestling and wanted to hear about this match, but turns out all she wanted to hear was the end. so...i wrote like, fifteen pages worth of the match just so i could skip to the end.
needless to say, as a writer, i was insulted.

but, for the rest of you...

"The following contest is an intergender match set for one fall!"
There was a brief silence, and then the lights dimmed as D-X's music hit. The fans errupted in cheer as D-X emerged. They seemed...awfully unenthusiastic. They weren't dancing out, like they usually were. They were just...walking normally. They nonchallantly tossed green glow sticks into the crowd.
"D-X seems very wary. Do you suppose Shawn Michaels is having second thoughts about this match?"
Shawn stopped walking at the base of the ramp. He and Triple H conversed briefly.
"Introducing first from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 225 pounds and representing D-Generation X...The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!"
Shawn and Triple H entered the ring. They didn't do their showboating entrance, climbing up onto the turnbuckles or crotch chopping at the audience while pyros ignited behind them and such. They just...stood there. Shawn was looking down, and Triple H had a hand on his shoulder.
"I feel like I'm at a disadvantage, actually," said Shawn. "Hunter, she knows my moves. I've only see her fight by herself how many times? What of her moves do I know?"
"Shawn," Hunter said. "She's almost half your size. You'll do fine. Plus, are you really going to try and win this?"
"I'm not doing this just to kick her out of D-X. I don't want her to leave, but I can't just throw the match away," Shawn replied. "It's a test, I already said."
Contraband's music hit, and Jinx and Vex emerged in much the same fashion as D-X had. They didn't look very energetic, and they walked simply to the ring.
"His opponent, making her way to the ring from Santa Cruz, California and representing Contraband...The Doomsayer, Jinx!"
Jinx and Vex got into the ring and stood opposite their mentors. Jinx and Shawn stared at each other briefly. Vex and Triple H looked from Jinx to Shawn. Both fighters looked anxious, but from the looks of it, the match was going to go on.
Vex touched Jinx on the arm. "Good luck," she said. She and Hunter climbed out of the ring and stood in their respective partners' corners. Neither Jinx nor Shawn moved.
The referee called for the bell.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved still. Jinx cocked her head and then slowly started to circle Shawn, so he did likewise. They made almost one full revolution before they came to a stop.
"I just want you to know that I'm not trying to kick you out of D-X, Jinx," said Shawn. "I honestly think you've been a great intern." He extended his hand out to her.
She stared at it for a few seconds and then inhaled deeply. "Thank you, Shawn." She shook his hand.
"This could be the end of the alliance between D-X and Contraband, should Jinx get pinned."
"What would it mean for D-X if Shawn Michaels were to get pinned?"
"Notice how Jinx isn't wearing her D-X outfit. She's dressed in standard Contraband tonight."
"Is this a sign?"
Jinx and Shawn took a few more steps around each other before they stopped and locked up in the middle of the ring. They grappled for a while, with Shawn getting the upper-hand, bringing Jinx down to one knee. She struggled against him and pushed with all her strength. As soon as she got herself back up to a vertical base, Shawn pushed away from her. She stared at him, surprised.
"What's the matter, Shawn?" she asked. "You sure you're not trying to fire me?"
"Jinx, listen," Shawn said, holding up one hand. "I don't want you to leave D-X, really. but by the same token, I can't very well just throw the match away."
"Why did you arrange this match at all then?"
He paused. "It's a test. I told you." Then he took his eyes off of hers.
They locked up again, and then Shawn countered with a wristlock. She managed to reverse it and throw him across the ring with an arm drag. She immediately went for a pin, and Shawn kicked out at one. Jinx got to her feet and grabbed Shawn by the hair and started to pull him to his feet. When he was standing, he kneed her in the stomach. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet out from under her, and aerialed into a jacknife pin when she fell onto her back. She managed to kick out at two.
"Going for quick back-and-forth pin attempts..."
"Think of what a win on either or their parts could mean for D-X and Contraband respectively."
Shawn wrapped his arm around her neck in a chinlock. She kicked her legs up and managed to put him in a headscissors position. When Shawn kicked out of it, Jinx ended up rolling on top of him. She found herself sitting on his chest, so she reached back and grabbed his legs. He kicked out at two.
They both stood up. Jinx aimed a forearm at Shawn's head and he ducked, getting beside her and throwing her backwards with a back body drop. He went for a pin and she kicked out a two. Vex was outside the ring on one side, rooting for Jinx. On the other side of the ring was Triple H who was, for the most part, relatively silent.
"Triple H is outside here in Shawn Michaels' corner. He doesn't much seem to be cheering him on."
"Does Shawn Michaels seem like he's whole-heartedly in to this match?"
Jinx got to her feet and shoved Shawn away from her. Shawn staggered backwards a few steps, and then came back and they traded blows in the middle of the ring. The fans didn't know who to cheer for. Jinx kicked Shawn on the outside of his knee, and he temporarily lost balance. He retaliated and aimed a kick at her midsection, but she caught his foot. He hopped on his other foot for a few seconds before leaping up and kicking Jinx in the side of her head with an Enziguiri. Jinx collapsed to the ground, and before Shawn could pin her, she rolled out of the ring.
"Jinx to the outside to regroup after taking that nasty Enziguiri kick from Shawn Michaels."
Vex rushed over to Jinx and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Jinx was having slight difficulty standing. She had a hand on her head where Shawn kicked her. "I'm okay enough. Just need to take a few seconds." The referee started counting. Triple H came around to their side of the ring. Contraband glanced uneasily to him.
The distraction allowed Shawn to reach through the ropes and grab Jinx by the hair. Her hands flew up to her head and she screamed. Vex tried to rush forward to help her, but Triple H grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. She watched as Jinx climbed onto the ring apron and desperately Shawn by the hair while he still had a grip on hers. She jumped off the apron, driving Shawn's throat into the rope. He staggered back towards the middle of the ring. By the time he turned around, Jinx was back in the ring. She kicked him in the stomach. He doubled-over and she grabbed him, forcing him down to the mat with an impaler DDT. She rolled him over and hooked one of his legs and his opposite arm, and Shawn still barely managed to kick out at two.
"Smart of Jinx to hook Shawn's arm too. Doing so makes it much more difficult to kick out."
"And yet the match goes on."
Jinx stood and pulled Shawn up with her. She wrapped her arms around his chest and lifted him up off his feet. As he started to fall down, she stuck her left leg out and cracked Shawn's ribs over them. He cried out and grabbed at them as he rolled onto his back. Jinx threw all of her weight on top of him, pinning his face to the mat with a forearm and wrapping both her legs around one of his. At two counts, he rolled violently to the side, flinging her off of him.
"She's created a weakness in him now. Shawn Michaels has been holding his ribs since Jinx tried pinning him."
Jinx hurried back over to Shawn while he was trying to get up. She slid up beside him and locked in an abdominal stretch. She quickly found that she was actually at a slight disadvantage. Shawn was on his knees and she was slightly standing.
"I can imagine how difficult this would be for Jinx. Have you ever tried doing an abdominal stretch on someone nine inches taller than you?"
"She seems to be managing pretty well, anyway."
Her leg was still hurting. She hadn't expected to hurt herself when she put the offense to Shawn's ribs with it. She was managing to bite through it as she held on with the stretch. Shawn was writing agaisnt her. The movement was hurting both of them. Desperately, Shawn started elbowing Jinx in her injured leg. She cried out at the first blow, staggered with the second, nearly swore at the third, and was eventually forced to release him. He hobbled away from her as he clutched his ribs and Jinx gripped her leg.
"This could be the opening that Shawn Michaels needs to get back in the game."
Shawn staggered over to her and pulled her towards the middle of the ring. He reached down and swiped her feet out from under her, keeping a hold on her injured leg as she fell. He looked around at the fans, some of whom were cheering, and to Triple H, and stared at their conflicted faces. He glanced at Vex. She was slowly shaking her head at him. Shawn inhaled deeply, and then dropped an elbow over Jinx's knee.
There had been a dull throbbing in her leg till now. It really should have stayed that way. As soon as Shawn's elbow connected with it, she could suddenly feel the abrupt replacement of numbness with pain. It hurt. A lot.
She tried vainly to shove him off of her, but he pushed her back down and threw himself on top of her, hooking both of his arms around her injured leg. Rather than kicking out, she got a shoulder up just before the referee counted to three. He hooked her leg again and used his height advantage to push his back into her shoulders. At two counts, Jinx shoved him off of herself.
Shawn held his ribs as he made his way to his feet, grimmacing. He grabbed Jinx by the head ans started to pull her up. She was on her knees when she started dealing blows to his midsection. He released her and she staggered away from him. She tried to aim a kick at his ribs, but he blocked it. Jinx lost balance for a second as her left leg almost gave out, but it was enough to enable Shawn to kick her sharply in the stomach. She crumpled to her knees.
Holding his ribs with a pained look on his face, Shawn slowly migrated over to one corner of the ring. He took a few seconds to catch his breath. Then he started tuning up the band as Jinx began, struggling, to get to her feet. The fans were screaming.
"Shawn, NO!" Vex cried. Triple H had a cautious hand on her arm. Shawn looked at him, and Triple H held out one hand as if to say, "Go on."
Jinx was on her feet.
"JINX!" Vex shrieked.
Alert, Jinx turned around, and Shawn was ready. He side-skipped once over to her and then attempted a Sweet Chin Music. Jinx instinctively ducked, and Shawn's foot caught nothing but air. He was stunned by her reaction, surprised by her quickness. Sensing a need for retaliation, they both turned around quickly.
"Did you see THAT?! Jinx just hit Shawn Michaels with a Contravention at the same time he hit her with Sweet Chin Music!"
"They're both down!"
For about two seconds, the crowd fell to a dead silence. Starting at second three, they started cheering again, divided between Shawn and Jinx. Vex and Triple H were gaping, just...completely shocked. Vex broke the silence first by screaming at Jinx to get up and pin Shawn. Triple H remained silent.
1!
The referee was counting. Neither Jinx nor Shawn were moving. The lack of movement was agonizing.
2!
"I've never seen anything like this before! This match of epic proportions could very well make history!"
3!
Vex slapped her hands on the ring apron furiously. Jinx stirred slightly. It was painful to watch.
4!
Vex turned to Triple H. "You weren't serious, were you? If Jinx loses, you're firing us?" she asked. Then a pause.
5!
Triple H slowly turned to look at Vex. "Well, you know, Jinx did already agree to the rules." Vex stared at him incredulously.
6!
Shawn rolled onto his stomach, immediately wincing at the added pressure to his ribs. He clutched his face where she had kicked him and groaned.
7!
Jinx shifted slightly, but otherwise didn't move. Shawn grabbed the ropes.
8!
Jinx rolled onto her side. Vex started hitting the ring apron again. "Get up! You're almost there!" She glanced at Triple H. He was just staring at Shawn. Shawn was on all fours now.
9!
He flexed his arm as he tried to stand. He looked over towards Jinx, who was on her side. Desperately, he tried to heave himself to his feet. The referee raised his arm. Shawn was still holding his ribs. With a cry of agony, he collapsed back onto the mat.
10!
The bell rang. A stunned silence swept over the arena. Vex and Triple H stared open-mouthed at the scene before them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared this match to be...a double count-out!"
The fans were making noise again. Some were cheering, others were protesting. Vex broke free of Triple H's grip and dove into the ring and scrambled over to Jinx. She had her eyes closed, yet still looked rather pained. For a while, Vex couldn't speak.
"How...how do you feel?" she asked quietly. Jinx rubbed her chin.
"Confused...numb," she answered
"That was a hell of a match," Vex said, grinning.
"Did Shawn win?"
Vex's smile faded. "I don't know." She bit her lip. "How's your leg?"
"Hurts. Help me up."
Vex pulled Jinx's arm over her shoulder and lifted her up. Jinx managed to stand, and tried not to put weight on her injured leg. By the time they turned around, Triple H was with Shawn on the other side of the ring. Shawn was on his knees, insisting to Triple H, who was trying to help him up, that he could stand on his own.
Jinx and Vex hobbled over to the middle of the ring. Shawn straightened up, holding his ribs together with one hand, and his other hand on Hunter's shoulder. The two of them slowly made their way over to where the girls were standing. Shawn signaled for some mics. They were all silent for a few seconds. The referee brought two microphones over. Shawn took one, and Jinx took the other. She didn't take her eyes off of him.
"Who won?" she asked.
Triple H took the mic from Shawn. "No one."
Jinx bit her lip. "So what happens now? What does this mean for us?"
"Well, mind the stipulations..." Triple H started.
"Hunter..." Shawn said. He pulled the mic down away from his mouth and they huddled. They were particular about turning their faces away from Contraband. Jinx and Vex looked to each other. The arena was buzzing with anticipation.
They turned around again. "Well, the rules were that if you lost, you'd have to leave D-X," said Shawn. "But so has it that you didn't lose, nor did you win. I uh...didn't plan on this."
"So what we've decided, is that...well," Triple H said. He paused, then wandered over to Jinx and put an arm around her. "Jinx, you and Miss Doom here are in business with us for quite some time yet."
The fans errupted with cheer. Jinx and Vex sighed in relief, and Jinx slumped against Hunter.
"Glad to be doing business with you," Jinx said, smiling.
Shawn shoved Hunter off of Jinx, placing his own arm around her shoulders. "Kid, I have to admit, I underestimated you. But you've got to agree that it made for one hell of a match." He patted her on the shoulder and the fans cheered in agreement. "I'd say you've passed our test, and have indeed proven your worth." He paused to take off his cowboy hat. "Jinx, Vex...we are proud to call you members of D-Generation X." He placed the hat on Jinx's head.
Jinx smiled. "I thought we were just interns."
Triple H comically rolled his eyes. "Interns, members, whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters now is that we are a family once more." He put his arm around Vex, and he and Shawn posed.
Vex laughed. "What a sad, dysfunctional little family."
Jinx and vex looked to each other again, smiling in amusement. "But at least we're still together," said Jinx.
"That's how it should be."

And so it was.

kind of a sappy ending i pulled out of nowhwere.
should i post this on ff.net (which i eventually want to), more stuff would happen. stuff like this:

-Contraband wins the Unified Tag Team Championships from Jeri-Show. D-X arrives afterward to present them with a graduation test
-D-X is sent to "Little Peoples' Court"
-Hornswoggle becomes D-X's official mascot

and somehow work Contraband into the last two. i'm sure i'll add more events as Raw and Smackdown progress. or maybe just Raw...
:D

disneyland and fanfics

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:56:47 GMT

1) friday was my birthday. i'm officially an adult now!
how scary.
as a birthday present, my mom took me to a tattoo parlor the day after to get my cartilage pierced. i really like it :D. of course, now i can't sleep on my right side for the next three months while the cartilage heals...
ooo DX

2) friday was also, coindidentally the day the band went to perform a concert at disneyland. we actually performed in california adventures, and then migrated over to Disneyland with our awesome park-hopper tickets.
it only rained a little, but it was enough to deter people from the park. the longest line we had to wait in (without the ride breaking down) was about 20 minutes long.
(note about Splash Mountain: i wanted to sit in the back so i wouldn't get wet, since it was cold and at night. but the way our group was split up would so have it that i had to sit in the very front. my legs got soaked.)
it was a lot of fun.

3) i keep saying i'm going to post this but then never do. so here's part 2 of the D-X/Contraband story, continuing from where we last left off, which saw Shawn Michaels revealing to Triple H that he wanted to challenge intern Jinx to a match.

"1...2...3!"
The bell rung as Jinx rolled triumphantly off of Layla. Vex jumped back into the ring to celebrate with her tag team partner. Michelle McCool reached inside the ring despondently and dragged Layla back out. The two of them started to exit the arena as the referee raised Contraband's arms in victory. In the background, Contraband's music started playing. The fans were ecstatic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners...the team of Jinx and Vex, Contraband!"
Their music started to loop again, so they began to exit the ring. Vex had just put one foot on the ring apron when their music was suddenly cut off. Confused, she looked back to Jinx, who shrugged. Vex started to duck down, and then the lights dimmed and D-Generation X's music hit.
The fans errupted and a sea of glow sticks went up. Vex stood back up and she and Jinx retreated back to the middle of the ring. They were both confused; D-X had never done this before.
"What's going on?" Vex asked.
"Dunno," Jinx replied. "Maybe they're coming out to celebrate with us."
"But it wasn't even that big of a match."
They stood their ground as Triple H and Shawn Michaels grabbed a microphone each and entered the ring, where they threw glowsticks and wristbands into the crowd. Jinx looked at Vex and raised an eyebrow. Vex shrugged.
"Okay, cut the music," Triple H said. "We have something to say."
"Oh, so I was wrong," Jinx muttered to Vex.
The crowd died down.
"First off, we want to congratulate you girls on your win," Shawn said.
"Well, maybe not," Vex said to Jinx.
"Secondly...we've got a little something for you to do," Shawn continued.
"An assignment, if you will," said Hunter. "'Cause you know, you're our interns, and we've got to keep our interns busy. and on occasion, test them, even."
"No, I was definitely wrong," Jinx said.
"Now, what Hunter is trying to say, and is otherwise incapable of doing so," Shawn started, "is that we weren't exactly thrilled with what happened last week in Madison Square Garden."
"The Hornswoggle incident, he means," added Triple H.
Jinx and Vex both looked confused. They looked apprehensively to one another.
"So we're putting you to a test, just to, you know, make sure you're D-X worthy," said Shawn.
Vex held up a finger, telling him to hold on a minute. She walked over to the edge of the ring, where a stagehand handed her two microphones. She made her way back to the middle of the ring and handed one of the mics to Jinx. "Okay," she said. "So what do we do?"
"Huh?" Oh, right," Triple H said, quickly. "Sorry for the confusion, Vex, but this test is just for Jinx."
Jinx raised both eyebrows in surprise. "Me?"
"There have been some uh...questions about you among D-X superiors since last week," said Shawn.
"Superiors," Jinx repeated. "You mean, you and Hunter?"
"Woah, hold on a second missy, hear me out," Shawn said, holding up a hand. "Last week brought up some doubts among D-X superiors, and we've decided that we're going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself and hold your positions in D-X Academy."
"'Academy'?"
Shawn cut her off. "Now, pass this test and you can continue to intern for us, and there will never be any doubts about your status in D-X again, so long as you continue working for us."
Jinx paused. "...And?"
"If you don't pass, well then you and Miss Doom here can find work elsewhere."
Once the fans grasped that Shawn meant to fire her, they started screaming. Jinx felt like she had just been kicked in the chest. Aside from looking slightly insulted by Shawn's given nickname for her, Vex looked just about as surprised as Jinx was. Jinx looked helplessly to Vex, who shrugged. Finally, she sighed in defeat. "Okay. What do I have to do?"
"Win a match--," Shawn started.
"Sounds easy enough..."
"Against the Heartbreak Kid himself!" Triple H finished.
"Does he mean Shawn Michaels? I mean, can he DO that?!" Jerry Lawler asked.
The fans were ecstatic. Vex was shocked. Jinx couldn't move. She slowly covered her mouth with one hand and sighed.
"Now I know what you're thinking," said Shawn, "so before you two go off on how unfair and unusual this is, keep in mind that this match has already been approved by tonight's guest host Jesse Ventura, should you choose to accept."
Jinx wasn't afraid of Shawn Michaels. She had seen him fight and studied him many times before. She felt like, as his intern and friend, she knew her way around him. But the prospect of going one-on-one against him, and with the stipulations at hand, was admittedly...intimidating. "And...and should I choose not to accept this 'test'?" she asked.
"Honey, if you're not down with that, well then I've got two words for you," Shawn started. The fans finished with a loud "Suck it!"
Jinx wanted to ask Shawn to give her a real answer, but Vex grabbed her by the arm before she could. "Do it, Jinx. We're not experienced enough to go at the WWE roster alone yet. The Divas division, probably, yes. But if we want to make it as Superstars, then we need them to guide us. All you have to do is fight Shawn. Easy enough, right?"
Jinx stared at her incredulously. "Easy enough for you to say! You don't have to fight him. Keep in mind, I also have to win," Jinx muttered.
"Shawn held out one hand. "What'll it be?"
Jinx raised the microphone up to her mouth slowly. "Well, obviously this must be a big deal. I mean, i must have messed up more than I thought last week if I've raised this much doubt with you guys. So first off, I'm sorry for all the doubt and anger I've caused." She paused and looked around. The fans were chanting her name. She bit her lip and started speaking firmer and louder. "And secondly, I know Vex and I haven't been working for you for the longest time, but I think you'd know enough about me by now to know that I'm not one to turn down a challenge. Shawn Michaels, I accept!"
The fans errupted with cheer. The commentators were taken aback.
"Well there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. A mentor versus intern match, if you will, between the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, and the Doomsayer, Jinx."
"A match of epic proportions, I expect."
Contraband's music hit again as D-X nodded in approval. Triple H did a crotch-chop as Shawn waltzed over to Jinx. He hooked one arm around her neck and posed for the camera. He smiled down at her and she half-smiled back at him. He and Jinx crossed their opposite arms in an "X" as Triple H pointed to them, drawing more cheer from the fans. Shawn mussed up her hair as he and Triple H left the ring, leaving Contraband by themselves.
Vex made her way slowly over to Jinx. She was watching them walk away with a conflicted look in her eyes. "Think you'll win?" Vex asked.
Jinx watched D-X as they headed up the ramp. She inhaled deeply. "Honestly?" she asked. "No. I don't."

-

"You really want to go through with this?" Hunter asked.
Shawn didn't speak for a few seconds. Instead, he just sat there on the bench in the D-X lockerroom, staring at the "D-X" on his cowboy hat. "What's done is done. She accepted, didn't she?" He started to get up.
"Well yeah, but--."
"Hunter, this was my idea," Shawn reminded him as he walked over to the door. He intended to go back to the hotel room to get some rest. Hunter sensed this, and sighed as he joined Shawn by the door.
"How do you think she'll do?" he asked, his hand on the door.
Shawn pushed it open. "She'll do fine." He stepped outside. "I know she will."

i might actually post this on FF.net. i'll have to change/edit some things, granted. but i'm quite enjoying this. it's pretty much a story of Contraband's adventures during their internship for D-X (in other words, what i want to accomplish with Alex when we (hopefully) eventually make it into the WWE). like, i know what i want to have happen, but i don't know how it'll end, or even how long it'll be. i could just wing it, but i don't like to do that anymore.

we'll see. :D

end of november update

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:08:33 GMT

1) my face has been breaking out horribly as of late. i wish my mom would put me on birth control or something. i'm pretty sure my long-expired Benzaclin won't do anything to help it.

2) i've decided that Craisins are one of the greatest snacks on the planet (next to kettle-cooked Lays). it's pretty convenient that i have all these Craisins in 100 Calorie Packs, since my WWE endeavors have made me a little more self-concious about my weight...
but on the plus side, i'm starting to find all these low-cal foods/drinks that actually taste really good (ie: craisins, fuze, yoplait delights, etc)

3) i got my dress for concert band yesterday. since the band owns it and i'm merely renting it, i don't have to pay anything for it.
but the dress is HUGE. not like, fat-huge. like, tall-huge. it seriously looks like it's meant for a person at least seven feet tall. my mom has to sew the bottom up almost a foot because i'm...not that tall XD

4) thanksgiving is tomorrow. my sister's not coming home for said holiday, which means i have to spend thanksgiving alone with my parents.
DDDDX

5) i landed a job at JC Penney. all i do is pretty much fold clothes for 4-8 hours, because people are dickwads and can't put clothes away properly.
i'm essentially getting paid to be OCD. that said, it's really not so bad.
except that i have to work Black Friday...starting at 6:15...AM.
i'm soooo not looking forward to it. at least they're feeding me.
i can't wait till i get my license. then i can go and get my tattoo :D <3

6) getting ready to submit my college applications.
the general plan right now is to take college and MMA at the same time, while somehow juggling a part-time job in all that because i need the money for MMA and tattoos (XD). i might not get to do MMA though, if it's so expensive that i can't do that and FCW, like i want.
until last night, i hadn't really taken into consideration the expenses that would be involved with FCW. the plane trips, the living accomodations, food, transportation, and FCW itself (FCW is about $1200). MMA is $99 per month. so i might have to give up on MMA so i can afford FCW every summer until i graduate (at least until i make enough money to take FCW and MMA at the same time, or until i get onto FCW TV, in which case i'll start getting paid to wrestle).
but after i graduate college, i can just kick back and work (and hopefully take MMA) until Alex graduates. at which point we will move to Florida and continue to work/train there until the WWE picks us up.
...and you know if worse comes to worse (ie: Sarah Palin becomes president), Alex and i will just move to Toronto and train/work there until Palin gets kicked out of office for being a cunt idiot, in which case we'll move back to Florida and train/work until we get into the WWE.
i just don't want to go to college in Florida. given, it would be easier on me regarding FCW...

i dunno.

Raw--D-X rewrite

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:31:39 GMT

doing this for Alex. i took Monday night's episode of Raw where they did a segment with D-X (Triple H and Shawn Michaels) feuding with Hornswoggle, who was committing gimmick infringement.
Alex and i want to essentially go to the WWE and start out as valets/interns of D-X. that'd be soooo badass.
well...until Jeff and Edge come back.
XD

soooo...i decided to rewrite the D-X/Hornswoggle segment, but in the process, i included myself and Alex into the mix.
a fanfic, if you will.

"Come on, get in here. We need to see how we'd all look in the photoshoot," said Shawn.
Hornswoggle climbed into the ring with a semi-cautious, semi-upbeat leap in his step. Jinx looked up at Triple H, and could see him glaring at the leprechaun. He seemed to be muttering to himself, something that sounded like "...our merchandise...GIMMICK infringement..."
Shawn was on the other side of the ring, where he was standing with Vex. Both of them had the same irritated look that Triple H had. Jinx was the only one who looked doubtful. She smiled slightly as Hornswoggle walked towards the center of the ring, placing himself between Triple H and Shawn. Jinx and Vex remained where they were.
The crowd seemed to believe that D-X was actually going to make Hornswoggle a member. Excitedly, Hornswoggle ran back and forth from Triple H to Shawn, doing the D-X crotch chop, and waving his hat at the girls. Jinx was standing with her hands on her hips and backed up a little when Hornswoggle danced over to her. Vex folded her arms and held her ground. Hornswoggle retreated and struck a Shawn-Michaels-flexing pose in the middle of the ring.
"Okay, stop..." Triple H said quickly. "Stop...STOP. Stop it. Now, act like a big boy and get over here."
Triple H and Shawn moved closer to Hornswoggle. Jinx and Vex moved to either side of their mentors. Jinx looked on reverently, and Vex raised an eyebrow, slightly bemused. Shawn slapped Vex on the arm and told her to buck up.
"Now, before we get started, I gotta ask you one thing," said Triple H. The crowd fell to a dead silence. "Are you ready?"
The fans errupted with cheer as Triple H asked them again if they were ready. Hornswoggle nodded ecstatically. Jinx clapped her hands lightly, and Vex muttered something inaudibly to Shawn. He grinned, then he and Triple H struck a pose, and Hornswoggle mimicked Shawn.
"To the thousands in attendence tonight," Triple H began, "to the millions watching around the world...and to Hornswoggle, who has proved that little dreams can achieve great things..." He paused to look around at the attendees. He bent over and started speaking in a boxing-match-announcer voice. "Llllllleet's get ready to--!"
He suddenly dropped the microphone, whirled around, and kicked Hornswoggle square in the stomach. He doubled over and Shawn broke his pose.
Jinx turned around, breaking her own stance, in time to see Triple H set Hornswoggle up for the Pedigree. The leprechaun flailed helplessly as Shawn started skipping laps around the ring. Vex jumped slightly and clapped her hands.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" Jinx said.
"What's it look like?" Shawn replied gruffly from behind her.
She looked helplessly back to Triple H, who was holding Hornswoggle by the wrists. Hornswoggle was flapping his hands and the fans were confused, giving D-X a rather mixed reaction. Jinx wasn't exactly panicked, but she felt like she couldn't sit this by either. She didn't know what to do.
"Hunter, stop," she said, exasperated. "Just...let him go. Come on, Hunter, don't do this. He's not worth it."
Shawn took off his hat and waved it around as he started skipping again. He stopped at the opposite corner and turned to face Triple H, and held out his hand as if to say, "Go on."
"Hunter, no, stop this," Jinx sighed. As she moved closer to him, Shawn stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her back. She turned to look at him briefly. By the time she turned back around, Triple H was staring at her. He gave her an "Oh well" look and smiled sweetly at her and Shawn.
"No," she mouthed.
And then Triple H went ahead and Pedigreed Hornswoggle anyway. Shawn released his hold on Jinx and he took his hat off to wave it around again. Jinx stood there with one hand over her mouth and her other hand on her hip. Vex skipped over to Shawn to stand with him. Triple H scratched the back of his head and shrugged.
Shawn bent down and picked up a microphone. He looked around to the WWE universe before kneeling down beside Hornswoggle's motionless form. "And if you're not down with that, we've got two words for ya!"
The fans shouted "Suck it!" as Triple H did a crotch chop. Shawn tossed the microphone aside and walked over to Jinx. He stared at her for a few seconds and she stared back. Finally, she threw up her hands and sighed.
"Oh well," she said.
"Good girl," he replied, clapping her on the arm. He and triple H climbed out of the ring. Vex turned to Jinx.
"Did you really just try to stop Hunter?" she asked. Jinx sighed.
"Yes, I did," she answered, defiantly.
"Don't know why you would," Vex said. "The leprechaun totally had it coming."
From under the ring, Hunter and Shawn retrieved a small orange stretcher. On the stretcher, someone had placed a "DX" in green masking tape. Triple H tossed the stretcher into the ring and he and Shawn walked around to the other side. Vex kicked the stretcher over to Hornswoggle, still unconcious. Jinx folded her arms and made it clear that she was going to have no part in this.
"Let's go," Vex said.
"Huh?"
"Grab his feet."
"Vex, I don't want--."
"Come on, Jinx. Hunter and Shawn are gonna be pissed at us if we don't."
Well, so much for having no part in this.
Vex grabbed Hornswoggle by the arms and Jinx, reluctantly, took a hold of his ankles. By the time Triple H and Shawn came around to the other side, Contraband had placed Hornswoggle on the D-X stretcher. Triple H reached inside the ring and took the stretcher from them. Shawn went around, and the two of them carried the leprechaun out of the arena.
"I still don't think this was necessary," Jinx said. She and Vex climbed out of the ring and followed D-X backstage.

-

"Okay," said Hunter. "So?"
"So?" Shawn repeated. "Hunter, she tried sticking up...for the leprechaun. That stupid little Irish midget that's been jackin' my look."
"I hardly think that's worth firing her over," said Triple H. "Or even punishing her for. If she actually had made an effort to stop me, that'd be a different matter. But I didn't see her do anything other than saying 'no.'"
"Contraband...they're supposed to be our interns, right?" Shawn inquired. "They're supposed to fight like us, look like us--."
"But not necessarily act like us," said Hunter. "Hell, they only dress like we do because we told them they could."
"So what do you want to do?"
"About what?"
"Jinx," Shawn answered. "Vex is fine, I don't have a problem with her."
"Okay. So what do you want to do? Seeing as how I most likely won't have a part in this..." Triple H said.
Shawn paused, thinking. He looked around the lockerroom, scratching his beard thoughtfully. He stopped suddenly and whirled around to face his teammate. "Test their loyalty."
"To us?"
"Well, sure."
"Both of them?"
"Or just Jinx," said Shawn. "I just want to make sure that she's totally on board with being a member of D-X."
"Or intern. Whatever."
"It's just...this whole thing with her and Hornswoggle...I don't know about her."
"What's to know?" Hunter asked. "She's a good person. Or something."
"How good can she be if her name means 'misfortune' and she's one half of the Sisters Mayhem?"
"For the last time, Shawn, what do you want to do?" Triple H sighed.
Shawn shifted his weight and placed his hands on his hips. "I want to challenge her. To a match."
Triple H raised both eyebrows and leaned forward, gaping. "Jinx?"
"Yeah!" said Shawn. "Think of it as not only testing her loyalty to us, but think of it as a show of what she's learned from us since she and Vex started working for us."
"You know what I think?" Hunter asked. "I think you're taking this too far."
"I don't see how."
"What? You're challenging one of our interns to a grudge match because she stuck up for a midget!" Hunter said. "I don't have a problem with her, and I'm the one who Pedigreed the damn leprechaun!"
"Woah, hey," Shawn said, holding up a hand. "I never said anything about a grudge match. Just something basic and straightforward."
"I hardly call this straightforward," Triple H said.
"Don't try and stop me, Hunter, my mind's made up," Shawn protested.
Hunter lowered his head and sighed. The silence hung in air for several terse seconds. Triple H inhaled deeply before standing up.
"Shawn," he said, plaing his hand on the older man's shoulder. "I never said I was going to stop you."

(End...for now)

if you don't recall, Hornswoggle stands at about 4'4" tall. Triple H (aka Hunter) is about 6'4".
(Shawn Michaels is 6'1"...
Jinx is 5'4"...
Vex is 5'6"...)
:D
/useless information.

i dunno...i might write more of this if i feel like it. i might even make the match a tag team match. D-Generation X vs. Contraband.
Oooo...
XD
hee.

sunday night madness

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:42:40 GMT

and such...

1) i'm in the orchestra for my school's fall musical, "The Sound of Music."
it's been pretty bad so far. opening night was on Friday. Saturday afternoon was abysmal, and then Saturday evening was pretty good, actually.
and the orchestra? we're great :D
two of the musicians have told me that i sound really good, and that makes me happy <3

2) last night i went to Alex's house to focus on our WWE endeavors. we looked at some double-team moves and watched a bunch of videos.
went upstairs and played her WWE games XD.
she had two. the first one was a 2000 game. i got to create my own character, and then i had her tag team with Jeff Hardy against Triple H and Edge.
haha i got beaten so badly. i forgot who pinned me. probably Triple H...
then Alex decided to put me in a Royal Rumble match with 30 people in it O__o. i actually did pretty well. i was eventually thrown out of the ring by, i think, the Rock.
playing as Jeff Hardy, i beat Lance Storm. don't know who that is...

then we played her 2004 game. Jeff sadly wasn't in it, cuz i think that game was released during the time he worked for TNA. so i played as his brother Matt instead.
i was in 6-person tornado match or something, where we're all in the ring at once. i was like, the third person to get pinned. so while i was on the outside waiting for the in-ring action to finish up, i was beating up on Shawn Michaels and Rey Mysterio. it was disappointing, because apparently they don't fight back when on the outside.
Alex put me in a 6-person elimination chamber match against like, three guys and two girls. i didn't get to finish up or see it through cuz mom called me halfway through saying that she was going to pick me up. so i didn't get to do much, but at least i made Torrie Wilson tap out :D

i so want a PS2 now, so i can play WWE and Guitar Hero.
XD yaaaay.

owl-y delights

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:31:44 GMT

1) so my owl came back recently. i think he brought a friend.
i was doing my government reading last night and an owl outside my house starting hooting off the hook. eventually dad got really intrigued and went outside. i followed.
there were two owls sitting on the roof of my neighbor's house across the street from me. both of them were hooting loudly.
one of them flew down and landed on the street two houses over from me. attacked something, then looked over and glared at me. attacked the thing some more before flying back up on to the roof next to the other owl.
eventually they both flew off.
i was captivated by how silently they moved. it was awesome.

2) WWE Raw was amazing this week. Snoop Dogg guest hosted. which obviously meant that Triple H and Shawn Michaels had to try and act black. but given that they're both white, it didn't go over too well.

hilarity ensues as Snoop Dogg leaves the ring.

Triple H: now, as required by law, whenever Snoop Dogg is on a show, white guys have to come out here and badly try to talk in the Snoop Dogg language. so Shawn, if you would do the honors please...
(short pause)
Shawn: that was off the...hizzle! for...shizzle!
Triple H: hey Shawn. you know why Snoop Dogg carries an umbrella?
Shawn: for the...drizzle!
Triple H: ha! H-B-Kizzle! gimme five, on my hand...in the air.
(they high-five)
(here, Triple H talks about the upcoming PPV Bragging Rights, and he and Shawn make fun of Team Smackdown, pausing on the last two members)
Triple H: then you got the other two guys...and i have no idea who either of them are. does anyone know who those two guys are? i mean, what'd Teddy Long do? have a "guess how many jelly beans are in the jar" contest? or did he just sell the last two spots on eBay?
Shawn: Hunter, shut your mizzle!

and so forth...

3) friday was the last home football game of the season (thank god). i recalled some memories with Evan.
see, over the last four years i've been going to the varsity football games, i've experienced some interesting things.

in no particular order...

1) one year, maybe two or three years ago, the game was going on as normal. we were probably winning, and everythign was fine. i look towards one of the endzones, and there's a player from our team lying on the field. there are a couple people around him, and then someone runs over with a kit of some sort. the kit opens up, and they start defribrilating the football player.
me: D8...
i forget what happened after that. i think he was okay.

2) freshman year, (i was in marching band) we were at the back entrance of the stadium, waiting for halftime so that we could perform our show.
a few minutes to halftime, and the stadium lights go out. everyone freaks out, and the football players look pissed.
several minutes later, a helicopter flies by.
several more minutes later, the lights go back on. the game resumes.

3) maybe two years ago, we were sitting in the stands watching the game. about halfway through, i look behind me, and there's a helicopter hovering over the practice field behind the stands. it was pretty low, too.
after a while, the helicopter flies away.
guess they just wanted to watch the game. XD

4) this year during the homecoming game, some streakers ran across the field during the dance team's performance.
they weren't completely naked though.

5) friday's game, a firetruck backed into the stadium's side entrance during the first quarter. we thought someone was dying or something.
fourth quarter rolled around, and the truck still hadn't left.
i really don't know why it was there.

6) freshman year, our marching band got invited to the Rose Bowl to see UCLA play against the Cardinals. apparently they were doing this thing where they got the top 40 bands in the state to perform collectively at halftime.
we were in the top 40.
so we're watching the game from the stands, and some people start the wave. the wave goes around the entire stadium about seven times before it finally dies.
there was a chain link fence to my right, some several feet away. at some point during the game, a Cardinals fan from the other side of the fence started trying to pick a fight with some UCLA fans. he got arrested. he was screaming the whole time.
it was pretty funny.
XD

that's the extent of my football game memories. if i remember more, i'll post them.

stressing out

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:17:02 GMT

so...i've been under a lot of stress lately. what with school, band, and college and all...
i guess i finally hit my breaking point yesterday. i won't go into details.

yesterday i also found an LJ community where you get to post the unsent letters you never sent to people. angry letters, hateful letters, sad letters, whatever.
i've used it to vent. it feels really good being able to write down my thoughts like i'm sending it. it feels good to vent.

i'm feeling considerably better today. i was laughing and smiling today, which is far cry from how i was acting yesterday.
guess i just needed to sleep it off.

i also watched the first half of WWE Raw last night. very amazing XD.
i think i love Triple H. he's ridiculously awesome.

i have more college workshops tonight. hopefully this will be less scary than last week's.

--

on a different note...

we all know that i'm aspiring to form a Divas tag team with my friend Alex, right? yeeeppp.
i recently changed my ring name, one of my finishers, and our tag team name. my new ring name matches Alex's sort of.
(her name is Vex and my new one is Jinx)
it's cool. we both like the new gimmick better than our last one.

:D

nihilism and wrestling, of sorts and such

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 05:45:12 GMT

i've been feeling severely apathetic/nihilistic since i got out of the shower today.

they say you do your best thinking in the shower. i must have thought up a shitload.
i wasn't allowed to watch WWE Superstars today, because dad's oppression and tyricanical control over the TV hindered that desire. i told him such and he brushed it off.
made me wonder...how would he and mom, and even my sister for that matter, take the news when i tell them that Alex and i are going to pursue a WWE career?
went back to wondering if would be able to go to college...if they won't help me pay for wrestling school, i just flat out won't go to college so i can work full time so i can fucking pay for it myself. i just want to be able to go to college so i can say that i actually got an education and i have something to fall back on in case wrestling doesn't work out, or if wrestling does work out and i retire eventually.
whether i go to college or not, i do know this: i'm going to be working on a WWE career one way or another, whether they like it or not.

they won't like it. i know they won't. but this isn't about making them happy. this is about making me happy. i don't fucking care if they hate me for this. i've chosen a career and a path that will be satisfying and rewarding to me, and will make me successful and happy. that's all that fucking matters.
that's all.
they'll probably bitch about it and say that if i'm going to wrestle anyway, i might as well not go to college and save them the money and trouble. i still want to go to college though. i'm hoping i can at least make mom see my side of the picture.
i'm going to go so fucking crazy when i move out. i'll love every moment of it though.
they'll probably disown me or something if/when i go crazy and start (hopefully) working for the WWE.

it'll so be worth it though.

Writer's Block: Concert mania

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 06:18:32 GMT

What band are you dying to see live in concert that you've never seen before? Would you travel to a different city or state just to see them?

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hells yes.
Dethklok is coming to Los Angeles in november. i don't think i'll be able to go see them though, which sucks. they just came out with a new album, which i'll be asking for for my birthday/christmas.
i would not go to another state to see Dethklok, but i would go to another city. considering that in november, they'll be in LA and i...don't live in LA.

:D

senior year: second half

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:49:44 GMT

NNRRRRGGGHHHH COLLEGE AAARRRRGGHHH.
this sucks. can i just not go to college? DX

so. term 2 of senior year. i'm supposed to take IB Art/TA yearlong, but i'm dropping it so i can take Chinese 4.
i've recently decided that i'm also going to be replacing Dark Room Photography with Physics H.
i really don't want to do physics, but i definitely want to increase my chances of getting in to UCSC, which (i think) is where i want to go. as far as CSU schools go, my councelor said i'm a shoo-in.
so let's work on those UC schools, shall we?
i could be like, the female version of John Morrison.
(John Morrison is a WWE wrestler, one of my favs. he graduated from UC Davis)
plus i don't want my family to think i'm a sell out for skipping college and going right in to a wrestling career. boo. at least if i go to college, i can call my major/degree a "fall back plan".
so it was either take Physics or Math Analysis (again). i've already taken the required years of math and science for CSU/UC eligibility. the additional years are recommended. i did horribly in Math Analysis, and apparently the same guy is teaching it this year, so that was kind of an automatic "NO, I'M NOT TAKING MATH AGAIN." that guy taught me jack shit.
i actually dropped out of Physics last year because it was scary and confusing. but i'm willing to give it another go, if it means impressing UCSC.

so yeah. physics.
hooooo raaaaahhh.

post-homecoming creeperness

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 02:20:15 GMT

1) our football team has been just dominating this year. friday was the homecoming game. we played Simi Valley, and just absolutely destroyed them.
we won 55-12, something like that.
go football guys :D

2a) saturday was the homecoming dance. i didn't go, of course. so i sought out some homecoming alternatives.
kylie calls me up that day with a suggestion. she said she was going to go meet some guys in Camarillo and wanted me to come with her. turns out she wanted me to come with her because she didn't really know the guy and his friends were going to be there too.
THE STORY:
kylie is on the journalism team at school. last monday she and a friend were at Albertson's doing a newspaper fundraiser. a guy walks up to them and says that he doesn't like the newspaper, but he'd donate anyway because they're so cute. jokingly, kylie replies "thanks, you're not so bad yourself."
on the way out of the store, the guy gives her his phone number and tells her to call him. they had been texting each other since.
END STORY...
so apparently, he wanted her to meet with him at a recording studio in Camarillo. seems that he and a few of his friends are in a band. since kylie didn't really know him and didn't know what kind of guy he'd turn out to be, she wanted me to go with her rather than going alone.
i was very weirded out by the story, and it crossed my mind that they might be creepers. so before picking me up, kylie went out and bought two cans of pepper spray. we were armed, and though anxious, we were enticed.
we went. uneasy, yes. i had never heard of the studio before. it was kind of small, and there were a lot of chandeliers hanging. there were two couches in front of the stage, where kylie and i parked ourselves, pepper spray comfortably within reach. but he (Jimmy) turned out to be a rather nice guy. he's the singer and guitarist for his band, with another friend (whose name i forget) on drums, and another guy named Jim on bass. their other friend Curtis (or something) was the designated band-watcher. their music was good, singing wasn't so much...and the lot of them had their questionable moments (ie: they drank beer and smoked pot).
the pepper spray wasn't needed (but i was glad i had it nonetheless).
when kylie and i got up to leave, Jimmy decided to walk us out. his main focus was on kylie (as she seemed to be the subject of interest) but we each got a hug and she got a "call me tomorrow. drive carefully". as kyile started her car, he added a "i'll be thinking of you" to her.

was it an interesting experience? yes.
did i enjoy it? yes.
would we go back? that has yet to be determined.
(btw, it took us FOREVER to find our way back to the main road).

2b) after that, kylie dropped me off at Ihop where i met with my friends who had just gotten out of homecoming. i arrived shortly after 11pm, met with a bunch of friends, and ended up leaving close to 2am.
note to self: Nutella crepes are GREAT.
their hot chocolate, as Clarke theorizes, has crack in it. that's what makes it so good.
i'm guessing the hash browns had crack in them too, then.
XD

3) turns out i lied. we didn't go to San Luis Obispo/San Jose last week like we planned. my sister and her roommate had problems with the previous tennants of their new appartment, and now they're set to move this week.
:D

end of september update

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 05:16:35 GMT

1) I'M EXHAUSTED.
everyone says senior year, you get to kick back and party. it's soooo much fun.
nope.
i'm getting hit with more work than i have in all my high school career. i'm behind on my reading (again), i did...not so well on my government test, and i have a theory that Art IB is slowly killing me. i'm supposed to have that class every other day, and on the non-art days, i TA for a teacher. i'm using my TA days to work on my art projects, much more often than i would like, just so i can turn my projects in on time.
i've decided that if i go to UCSC, i'm going to major in foreign language. that means i should probably take Chinese 4 this year. well turns out it's only offered 4th period. that's the period i have the Art/TA rotation. so i'm going to see if i can drop TA and replace it with every-other-day Chinese.
but...i need the TA days to work on my projects AND if i only go to Chinese every other day, i'd be missing quite a lot.
hmm...

2) got a new cell phone :D
it's a Samsung Intensity. got a keyboard and everything. i don't like that my bag/pocket mashes its number buttons and then calls them.
boo.
and i can put music on it! <3 i found that out when i was trying to put ringtones on it rather than just downloading ringtones...
ha.

3) Alex and i are starting to get serious about becoming WWE wrestlers when we graduate college.
i still haven't told my family. doubt they'd take it well. they don't even like that i watch wrestling.
then again, i don't give a fuck.

4) i'm going to San Luis Obispo this weekend. i'm taking off right after school on friday, which means i get to skip that night's football game.
(though my douchebag director is making me do a make-up assignment in lieu of going to the game. like, i have to write an essay or something, which is bullshit).
we're helping my sister and her roommate move to San Jose. my sister got a job up there and their current landlady's a freaking idiot, so it's good on two counts.
i was just in San Luis Obispo this past weekend. and i get to go back in two days :D
i'll see if i can go visit some colleges while i'm up there, but knowing dad and his ">:[" impatient attitude, i won't be able to.
you know what, i took a virtual tour of UCSC, that's good enough.

5) AND I'M SICK! someone got me fucking sick!

i want an AriZona Green Tea Lemonade now.

wrestling in the past and future

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 06:49:22 GMT

1) so i've decided not to do wrestling at my school this year, despite my previous post ranting about it.
it has nothing to do with my dad telling me i couldn't.
my schoolwork is taking a lot out of me. IB Art will probably be the death of me before the term is even over. granted, taking wrestling in high school would probably be a good jump start on my MMA training, but i'd rather to MMA and wrestling in an environment free of parental opression.

2) and speaking of which?
Alex and i are completely enamored with the idea of becoming WWE Divas tag team partners in the future. we've spent all this week planning out our future.
i'm going to graduate one year ahead of her, so while i'm in college i'll be taking MMA lessons (with an emphasis in wrestling). once alex graduates and she joins me wherever i am at the time, we'll do wrestling school together. once we both graduate, we'll go work at a bunch of indy promos. apparently we're starting in Ontairo, because she really wants to go to Ontario (because Trish Stratus and Edge are there).
whatever.
our goal is to work really hard and get established enough that we get noticed. because then hopefully the WWE will notice us and recruit us. it would be a lot better than just outright begging Vince McMahon for a job.
and of course i'll be doing MMA on the sideline :D

super awesome.

retarded blah

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:05:13 GMT

1) seems that dad won't drive me to wrestling after school.
wrestling doesn't actually start until november, but all members have to do weight room three days a week until then. i asked dad today if he'd drive me to weight room and he said no.
wtf you're denying me my dreams so you can watch Jim Cramer? just fucking record it.
i'm going to find a way around this. i'm not giving up.

2a) alex and i have pretty much decided that we're going to be WWE Divas when we grow up. she's in love with Edge so she's going to be his valet, and i'm in love with Jeff Hardy so i'm going to be his valet.
...and then somehow alex and i will also be our own divas tag team. and then make edge and jeff like each other again so the four of us can be one huge tag team.
then somehow throw jeff's brother Matt in there too...
we're going to single-handedly decimate the WWE, while at the same time, making it more awesome than it's ever been.
2b) i'm becoming a lot like my wrestling OC Ellie Blackwood. in the prequel of the story i'm writing right now, her past is revealed, and we find out that after high school, she couldn't go to college because her parents wouldn't fund her wrestling career. so she didn't go to college so she could work full time to pay for her apartment and wrestling school.
if my parents are this against me being a wrestler when i grow up, i may not get to go to college D:
but whatever i decide, MMA or wrestling, i'm going to do it. with or without their help (although i'm pretty sure mom will be mostly chill with it. she already knows she can't stop me)

3) Jeff Hardy's court hearing is Sept. 30.
alex is saying he'll just get probation. i'm hoping so. that way he can do what he wanted, like working with his band, healing his injuries, and getting his reality show off the ground.
alex and i want to know more about his reality show so we can be on it now :D

I SUPPORT JEFF HARDY <3

awwwwkkwaaarrrd...

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 01:55:36 GMT

i've been misinformed.
on friday, my school made an announcement that there would a wrestling meeting today after school. i was like "oh cool i'll check it out".
so i went home after school to wait out the hour and a half before the meeting started. the whole time i was wondering if i really wanted to go, if i wanted to wrestle this winter. i ultimately decided to go.
outside of the boys' activity room (where the meeting was), i encountered two returning wrestlers, who happened to be female. they said they had to leave, but told me to go to the meeting because "we need more girls". i'm like "okay, cool" so i walk inside the room.
i get inside and i see a bunch of boys sitting in the bleachers in the corner. as soon as i get inside, they all start staring at me.
Me: DX...
i take a seat in the bleachers and wait, since i didn't know anyone there. eventually the coach walks in and he looks around. he sees me, and stares at me, and continues to stare at me while he's walking.
Me: DX...
he asks me if i'm a wrestler (in a really deep, gruff, stereotypical sports coach voice) and i say i don't know, i'm just trying it out. one of the boys actually told the coach i was a spectator. i kind of wanted to kick him.
i notice that all the boys are decked out in PE uniforms. i'm like "am i missing something?". then the coach starts pairing people off, and when he's done, i have no partner.
"am i mising something?"
then the coach tells the boys to go start lifting weights.
"AM I MISSING SOMETHING??"
apparently the announcements could have been um, better. i was not appropriately dressed for weight lifting so the coach told me to come back on wednesday, where'd he pair me off with one of the girls. so i left.

I FELT SOOOO AWKWARD...

cry cry, dear sad sunday

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:12:43 GMT

1) sleptover at kaylin's yesterday after watching a True Blood marathon on hbo.
WOW. so much fake blood and sex.
still lame, though.

2) going to the wrestling meeting tomorrow ;D
might actually do it this year.

3) ZOMFG I COULD CRY.
my favorite (male) wrestler in the world Jeff Hardy got arrested on friday for possession of drugs. apparently police found prescription drugs, sterioids, and cocaine in his house.
pwmania.com says that the police recieved a tip about it several days earlier, which is why police searched his house to begin with. on one hand i'm pissed that the tipper couldn't just stay out of jeff's business and leave him alone. and on the other hand, i think that jeff getting arrested is for the better. at least now, it's out there and he can get the help he needs. if the police had never gotten that tip, who knows what would have happened to jeff.

I'M SO DEPRESSED.
and i was having such a good weekend...

september update

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 01:28:39 GMT

1) Jeff Hardy left WWE
DX -crycrycry-
it's totally legit, though. his brother Matt blogged that Jeff had like, two herniated disks in his back, neck pains, and restless leg syndrome.
i heard he'll be back in about several months to a year, and alex says he'll be back in four months.
(not-so-secretly hopes it's the latter)
i miss him already.

2) two of my recently graduated boys came to visit my school today. they ambushed me at lunch. i was quite surprised. pleased, but surprised.

3) my new friend andrea let me drink like, half of her Monster in art class today.
i'm so not going to be able to sleep tonight.
speaking of art...i just finished drawing a giant fucking ass shoe in charcoal yesterday. today i started working on a marker wash project. my subject is the Monster i was drinking. looks pretty cool right now, but god i hate this project already.
IB Art will be the death of me...if AP Gov't and English don't kill me first
DX

4) trying to dowload more music. my internet sucks. it keeps downloading the first 14 or so seconds of the song before giving up.
trying to download some Hollywood Undead right now. the download seems to be going smoothly...

5) been playing Pokemon (ruby) lately, and i've been entering a lot of contests.
i'm trying to enter my Wiscach (however you spell it...) in a Master Rank cuteness contest, and i'm really getting in to it.
"WHY THE HELL DON'T PEOPLE LIKE TOKI? I GAVE HIM LIKE, FIVE HUNDRED CUTENESS ENHANCING POKEBLOCKS!!"
"DAMNIT STOP INTIMIDATING MY POKEMON! WHY AM I ONLY SECOND PLACE??"
it's pretty insane.
and yes, i named my Wischach Toki. because he has a badass handlebar mustache. just like Toki.

<3

another Raw squee

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 01:16:46 GMT

so i missed Raw yesterday and am now making up for it by watching it on YouTube. i had read the results online already, and knew that DX was making fun of Vince, but i didn't know just how funny it was.

seems that yesterday was also Vince McMahon's birthday. Triple H and Shawn Michaels come down to celebrate, but didn't know how old he was. they start putting out random numbers like, 84. then:

Shawn: (whisper whisper)
(crowd chants "eighty-four")
Triple H: woah, hold on, i'm sorry, my bad. it's Vincent Kennedy McMahon's seventy-fourth birthday!
(crowd chants "seventy-four")
Shawn: (whisper whisper)
Triple H: ah, hold on, i'm sorry, my mistake. he's actually seventy, and uh...
Vince: i'm sixty-four!
Triple H: D8! oh my god!
Shawn: OH YOU TOLD EVERYBODY HOW OLD YOU ARE!
Tripel H: you're 64?! and you admit that on live TV?!
Shawn: in front of the entire world!
Vince: DX...just...just leave.

i'm so bumbed that i missed it on monday.
XD so funny. i love D-X.

damn you, time warner!!

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 23:15:48 GMT

1) so last night my cable went out. conveniently, right before WWE Raw started and then came back on after Raw was over.
DOUBLE-YOU TEE FREAKING EFF, MAN?
Time Warner Cable: ohp! no Raw for you! HAHAHAHA.
i'm trying to watch it on youtube right now, but because my internet sucks, it'll take a while. made me sad though. i read the results online and it seemed like a really cool episode. D-Generation X came back and made fun of Vince McMahon on his birthday :D
yaaaay D-X!

2) i'm looking to buy some Jeff Hardy paraphernalia. dan says he can get jordan to make the armbands for me, so long as he doesn't tell him they're for me.
i still want to punch jordan in the face.
i'm also looking for a Jeff Hardy necklace. i found one on eBay for a dollar, but the shipping was TWELVE DOLLARS! what the hell, man?

3) had another job interview yesterday. it was my second interview at that store.
...okay. i guess they lost the papers from my first interview.

4) spent my weekend in San Luis Obispo.
the weather started out over here at about 80 degrees. by the time we got to SLO, the temp had dropped to 60 degrees.
and then it rained the next day.
...HUH?

NNNRRRGGGGGHHHH I WANT TO WATCH RAW! DAMN YOU, TIME WARNER CABLE!!!

Writer's Block: Let’s Get Physical

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:43:01 GMT

What are your fitness goals? What is helping or preventing you from accomplishing them?

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DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED.

i'm rather squishy, and i don't like it. i used to have a gym membership, but canceled it for all of the following reasons:
1) i don't like working out in public/in front of other people, even though they're all doing the exact same thing.
2) my dad's too cheap and lazy to drive me to the gym
3) i don't like working out/using machines without being told what to do (i was fine doing it in PE, because my teacher had us on a schedule)

personal trainers are like, $80 an hour.
D8

i'd go out running, but i don't like running and it's summer.
so hopefully once i go to college and get myself some MMA lessons, the MMA will help shape me up and give me the motivation i need to get off my lazy ass and exercise.

muuuusic

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 23:39:17 GMT

1) new icon :3
it's Jeff Hardy, a WWE superstar. he's suddenly become my new love interest.
interesting how i got over Seth Green so quickly...
<3

2) i've been downloading a lot of music lately...or at least, trying to. i say trying because ~~my internet sucks and my dad's too cheap to spring for DSL~~ we have dial-up and it takes FOREVER to download something.
i've managed to download a few Gym Class Heroes and Fall Out Boy. right now i'm after "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga, but all of my trusted free mp3 sites are crapping out on me.
i've been trying to download "just dance" all day, and the longest piece of music i've gotten before the download quit is about 49 seconds.
FUUUUUCCCCKKKK...
i probably have a bad connection. i'll try again tomorrow. i'll also spring for a version of "this ain't a scene it's an arms race" that doesn't suck.

3) got my unofficial senior year schedule today. it is as follows:

Term 1                                                    Term 2
p.1 Concert Band                                  p.1 Concert Band
p.2 Theater 1                                          p.2 Photography 1-2
p.3A US Government and Politics     p. 3A Government and Econ
p.3B AP English Lit and Comp          p. 3B same
p.4A IB Art                                               p.4A same
p.4B TA-Mrs. Stone                               p.4B same
p.5 Jazz Band?                                      p.5 Jazz Band and/or Wrestling?

or something like that.

4) MY EYES ARE ITCHY. WTF.
(takes out contact lenses...)
ah. they're okay now.
...
MY CONTACTS MAKE MY EYES ITCHY. WTF.

jobs and hurty things

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 08:19:08 GMT

1) so...i didn't get the job.
seems that they want an open availability so they can call you up at all hours of the day to transfer new shipments from the truck into the store. since i'm still in school, i can't offer that kind of availability.
but the lady who interviewed me seems to like me, and told me to come back and see her again during holiday season.
so there's still a chance

2) dude i can drive. i drove to the mall and back today. i find that i can park the car better than mom can.
i told dad that i drove to the mall and he's like "oh YEAH. i was watching some segment on the news about police in pursuit of a sporadic and crazy driver on the 101 South..."
and i said "oh well it must not have been me then, because i took the local road. score one for me."

3) saturday i did community clean up with the band, despite not being in marching band anymore. i thought it would be really chill, since it has been for the last few years...
Freshman year: i was put on trash pick up duty. i met Kirk Cameron that day.
Sophomore and Junior year: they dumped us on a street lined with pine trees and made us rake up the pine needles.
this year: they took us to a wilderness trail on the end of a residential street. to the side of the trail, there was an area in which they had planted a bunch of baby trees. over time, a ton of weeds and pricker bushes grew next to the trees, being douchebags and hoarding their water and oxygen. so we spent three and a half hours removing said weeds and pricker bushes.
i was very itchy afterward.

4) i got new pants today! =D
but of course my shortness has put me at a disadvantage, and the pants i bought were way too long for me. mom will fix it later.
i also found some shoes that i want. they're awesome hawt shoes that are like pretend hi-top converse in which the high part folds over and it's blue on the inside. we didn't buy them because we only had one coupon, which we used to buy my pants with.
they would be so awesome with like, skinny jeans...
OR...
shorts, but i'm also wearing black over-the-knee socks.

=3

so now i'm in pursuit of cool shoes...and socks.