hyperthermophile

<sub>Alright everyone.

This account is officially out of business.

I figured it was time to move on. All my reasons are listed in the journal in my new account. I won't be on this one much anymore (at all really), so don't expect any fast replies to any comments~!

Hope to see you all there!

Goodbye!</sub>



Edit: Just kidding, that account is dead too. lol why am I such a failure? New one. Which I've had for forever. And am randomly updating my old, old, old and rotten journal about.

ogod i was looking at this account again and I SUCKED SO HARD there are FURRIES in here what is this i don't even

*ahem*

Nabbed this from my good friend L-Sugar-High!! Sounded like hella fun... and it was!! XD

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Dear author-child,
I'm writing this to you, telling you that the mafia wants you. I realized this when I saw the shrunken head in your camping car. I regret telling you this, but I must say... as upset as you may be, please do not drive out the crazy monk. As one more request, please do not be scarred that I get turned on by garbage men. I will be sending the photos from L.A. with this letter, but do not ask me to return your photo, which I was interviewed by the Times about. I look forward to a new life as a clone.
Go burn,
Mika

(XD! Love you Sio~! <3)

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1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister


2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes


3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife


4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out


5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk


6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed


7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks


8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service


9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbor Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college


10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked


11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an Eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whiskey - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics


12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

It is 2 in the morning and I am eating POOFY CHEETOS and hot-chocolate powder STRAIGHT FROM THE PACKET and drinking ROOT BEER and I am HAPPEE!! It's ALSO my BIRTHDAY today! *flail*

HYPER?! ME?! I don't know WHAT you're talking about!

I'm seventeen now, which, while perhaps not being quite as KICK-ASS as being eighteen, still KICKS ASS. It means I can now (legally) buy M-rated video games and go to R-rated movies! Not that I WANT to go to R-rated movies honestly, it's just the fact that I COULD go now if I wanted to!

But I'm excited about the M-rated game part. Take THAT stupid GameStop rating system! I can BEAT YOU DOWN!!

On that note (except not really!) my senior schedule pick-up and such is on my birthday, which kind of sucks, because who wants to think about SCHOOL when it's SUMMER and also your BIRTHDAY?!!

Wow, that's a lot of capitals. I think I'm tired. Maybe I should go to sleep before, say, dawn? Sounds like a plan! I'm off!

G'nite world, and happy birthday to you too!

I'd just like to say a quick and heartfelt thank-you to all the people who commented on my previous journal. It's sort of a powerful feeling to know that these people were concerned for me, though I haven't met half of them.

Whoever said that people on the internet just don't care about things was wrong. The few of you that answered helped me move pass a rough emotional spot, and I'm grateful to all of you.

Alright, I honestly don't know where to begin... This is going to be long, and probably not have much meaning to everyone else, but I really need to get my thoughts out, even though it's been a few days since it happened, and I'm STILL a little bit shaken...

On Saturday, I went to a sleepover at my friend Ali's with a few other girls. It was a group meeting for this cosplay group my friends were trying to get started... anyways. Around 10 o'clock, Ali remembered that she had to go and check her work schedule down at Safeway, so she would know when she had to work over the next week. Danica and Keely said that they would drive Ali down, since she wasn't feeling well, but since it was really nice out and Safeway was only a few blocks away, Cheryl, Ayla, and I decided we would walk there.

We were running after the car, joking around and trying to catch up, and we pass this court that split off from the street, and we hear some kids yelling at us. Me, being a dumbass, decided to yell back, just joking around and stuff. It was totally moronic and I really shouldn't have done that, but we'd all done that kind of thing before and others to us. It just didn't seem like a big deal. To us, anyways.

So, we reach the end of Ali's street and turn the corner, and we hear this girl yelling after us, but we figured that after awhile she would just give up and go back to her friends. But she just kept following us, staying about a block or two behind, shouting stuff like... "Why the hell won't you stop and face me? There's only one of me and three of you! Why the fuck you yelling things at me? Why you walking so fast, bitches?" and stuff like that.

Then this little motorbike that kept driving by, and we finally figured out that the guy on it was one of the girl's friends, and we were all starting to get really freaked out. Cheryl took out her phone and tried to call our friends in the car, to see if they could come and pick us up. The guy saw Cheryl's phone, I guess, so he rides back to the girl and picks her up. I didn't hear, but later Cheryl said that she had heard the guy say "They're calling their boyfriends in the jeep!" or something like that.

So, they finally catch up to us about four or five bloacks away from where we started and they stopped us. The woman jumped off of the bike and walked up to us. She looked pissed, and was very apparently on some sort of drugs. She was probably around our age, but looked almost 30 or 40, and her eyes were all wide and sunken in, and she was incredibly skinny. She started screaming shit at us and getting right up in our faces, only inchec away. She kept threatening us and telling us that she should "fuck us up" and "throw us down."

Then she turned and started getting at Ayla, demanding that she rat out whoever yelled. I was scared she was gonna hit Ayla, so I spoke up, and told the lady that I was the one who shouted at her. She turned told Ayla "Don't worry, I ain't gonna touch you, I can tell you're scared and not trying to start shit," which was a relief, but then she turned on me and started to yell and cuss at me, stuff like "Why you yelling shit at me, huh little bitch?! I could take you all out right now!!" She went on like that for awhile, to me and Cheryl mostly, getting even more riled up and pissed the more she ranted.

She started to turn on Cheryl more, and that was when I really started to worry. It was alright if she was shouting at me, but she was getting really pissed and clenching her fists and we seriously thought she was going to attack us. It just kept getting worse, especially when we tried to explain what we had been doing. She's all... "You bitches were just trying to start some shit? Cuz there's eight of us and we got wheels."

Of course, that's when two more of their friends walked up.

So she turns back to Cheryl and sort of jabs her hand at her, and asks "What do you have on you?" Cheryl pulled out her hairtie and a chapstick, and the lady asked if she had a cellphone. Cheryl said "Yeah, in my pocket..." and the girl tells her to give over her phone. Cheryl hesitated for about a second, then said no.

At this pont, she was maybe three inches away from Cheryl, who had backed away and was farther from us now. Her fist was curled and she looked about two seconds from punching Cheryl in the face. However, the guy on the motorbike pulled her back a little (I didn't even see when he had gotten off his bike, it scared the shit out of me that he was suddeny so much closer). And he gave us an ultimatum... "Alright, girls, this is what I'm going to do. We're gonna give you a five minute head start, and you'd better run." And the girl (helpful as alway) jerked away from his hand and said "Yeah, and you bitches better get out of here fast!" or something to that effect.

We booked it out of there. We headed for the nearest main street which would take us to Safeway, but Cheryl pulled ahead and Ayla fell behin. It felt like shit, but I sped up to catch up with Cheryl instead of helping Ayla. I was banking on the fact that the girl said she would leave Ayla alone, but I still felt horrible.

Anyways, we ended up running into our friends when we were almost there and they drove us to Ali's house by another route while we gave a brief summary. Danica and Keely left not too soon afterwards, because the guy on the motorbike had told us at one point "I saw the car your boys were in, and if I ever see it again I'm gonna fuck them up. We own this side of town." We didn't want them to see the car and know which house it was, so she took Keely with her and left.

We were all so shaken up.... it was horrible. Especially Ayla, we called the police to report the bastards and she could barely even talk to them... We all had a major guilt trip once the police were gone. Cheryl felt bad for suggesting we walk, and Ayla felt bad for not saying anything to the crazy people, and both are things they can't really be blamed for. I felt like shit though, because if I had kept my fat mouth shut, then none of this would have happened.

It was one of one of those, "That kind of thing only happens to other people" situations, and that made it even scarier. I've gone over the situation a million times though, and I think we did the best we could in a shitty situation once it had got started. Every other thing I could come up with ended in at least one of us being punched out.The main thing is, no one got hurt.

Once we'd all dealt with it a little, the rest of the sleepover was a ton of fun. No one slept much, though.

I haven't told my parents yet, and I don't plan too. It's over and done with, there's nothing they could do, and I don't wanna cause a ton of worry. Plus, I don't wanna be locked in the house for the rest of my life. Not that I'm going to be walking out at night again... or even anywhere by myself anymore. Not much sleep recently either.

Anyways, I'm sorry that this was so long... for those that sat through the whole thing, thank you so much. It gets a little easier each time I tell it, though I don't think it'll ever really go away.

Thanks for listening....